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TitaniumAlloy
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posted December 06, 2005 09:46 AM bonus applied.

Imagination

Imagination OOC

Captain James put his binoculars down on the table, yet continued to stare towards the horizon, from high up in a skyscraper towering over the city of Vale.

"Any new reports, James?" Asked a uniformed man sitting lazily in a large red arm chair. He had an aura of self assurance about him, something that made it obvious he had good news, hidden behind that sly grin.

A small, furry, four legged creature scuttled in holding a clipboard of notes. James flipped through them, browsing lightly over the new dangerous figments.

"Hmm... we have two people reported missing in Westshire, a robot uprising in the East and the dinosaurs are reported getting close to the city.. nothing too serious I suppose. Is the army maintained?" He said.

"Locked and loaded, Captain."The Seargent stood up to a clinking of his medals.

"And how many fusion weapons have we got ahold of?"

"Well there hasn't been any appearances since, but.."

"I believe that we will need these weapons to defend the city of Vale, Seargent. You must keep searching."

"That's actually what I came to you about. In Northshire, a small cloning device fell from the sky spontaneously crushing two picnickers in the park. It can't fit a human or an animal, but it is just large enough to replicate the fusion cores for our weapons. We can only estimate the capabilities of this device, but we can assume it will be able to provide enough for your private army."


A smile drew across James' face, and his eyes lit up. With his six insectile, crablike legs resounding on the hard floor, the walked towards the Seargent.

"Excellent. I want these weapons in the hands of every one of my Dogs. No one else, understood? I trust you, Seargent. Our mission will succeed."
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Lord_Woock
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posted December 06, 2005 03:49 PM
Edited By: Lord_Woock on 6 Dec 2005

'Oi, Henry!' Yelled a man as he pounded on the door with his fist. The door opened.
'Yesyes? What is it, ah a customer quite lovely indeed, come in come in,' said the short man inside. They entered the building, which looked just as untidy inside, as it appeared to be outside.
'What do you need, weapons, armor, what's your requirement hmm?' Henry enquired, looking the customer up and down.
'I need a weapon. Something ranged. And make it fancy,'
'Fancy, hmm, ranged, hmm, I've got just the thing, yesyes...' Henry muttered while going to the store room, slipping in without opening the door wildly, so that nobody sees much of what's inside. He returned with a large package in his arms.
'Ivory spear launcher, this! Not the most effective of it's kind, but does it look pretty, oh yes it does! You got something like, this, you got class, yesyes,' he said, unpacking the weapon.
'Looks good, how much do you want for this?' The customer asked, examining the weapon.
'Thirty thousand for the launcher, two hundred per spear. Thirty five thousand then?'
'Thirty three,' said the customer. Henry frowned.
'No sir, no discount, nono! So, ivory spear lancher for thirty five thousand to the lovely mr...?' Henry glared at the customer, holding a pen and notebook in his hands.
'Stimms. Mr Stimms, surely you remember'
'Ah, Stimmsy, yesyes, how could I forget!', Henry beamed. 'How about a little wee discount for a regular customer, yesyes? Two thousand off, what you say, hmm?'
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Lith-Maethor
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posted December 06, 2005 07:39 PM

...darkness...

...that is how he liked things... dark... there was nothing metaphysical about it, he simply like darkness... it made it easier to hide... and strangely, it made it easier to see the truth in others... when they thought nobody could see them... when he could learn their secrets...

...and that was something else he liked... secrets... if knowledge is power, secrets are power times two... it did not matter whether he found out something about another Figment or one of the Realfolk ...all it mattered was that secrets could pull strings... give him power over someone... and sometimes, just sometimes, secrets could get you killed...

...which is why he hanged around places nobody too important or dangerous could be seen ...that way he knew he would not learn any secrets that would cost him his life... honestly? he had no intention to find out what happens to Figments once they are destroyed... not that he had any idea what happens to Realfolk... not that he cared either...

...once upon a time he cared about things... when he was still fresh in this place... when he could feel the pain of the city itself, the world perhaps... when he cared about more than his own hide and whatever small sin he could indulge every night... it was then when he met those neodruids... a weird bunch... too bad they only lasted for a bit, before they were blinked out of existense...

..he chuckled to himself and took a sip of the foul drink ...not what he would normally get, but then again, what he would choose was not an option in this dump... the only reminder of the old days, his staff... totally out of place in this bar ...bad drinks, bad music, bad people... this place got worse day by day... but he did not care anymore... he lost everything that mattered to him a while back...

...profit, survival, fun ...only those things mattered now and those were the reason he was here... well, profit actually... profit that would ensure his survival so that he could have another day of fun... he was waiting for someone for an hour now... and was starting to think she would never get here..

...he made a face as he emptied his glass and moved to stand, wiping his mouth with a dirty sleeve... almost as dirty as his beard... he had seen better days, but he knew he would get such again, once he had some cash in his pockets once more...

- i should just put you out of your misery, Figment... right here, right now... i doubt anybody will care anyway

...he paused and a smirk crept in his face, he knew the voice... a friend? hardly, but a voice he could trust... at least for the time being... also, the one he was waiting for... without turning to face her, he kicks a chair out for her to sit...
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Lith-Maethor
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posted December 09, 2005 10:17 PM

...interlude...

...she could feel the cold, it cut to the bone really and no amound of clothes seemed to work against it ...what kept her warm, what kept her running, was the fire within, hope and fear ...not for herself, no ...she had given up hope that she would survive the chase, she did not hope for it, nor did she fear for her life...

...it was three days ago that she was first approached by the men in cloaks ...she did not know who they were, but they seemed to share her dislike of the Dogs and their Captain ...as well as all Figments, no matter their shape, creed or allegiance ...she had a few suspicions about who one of them was, but dared not think further on it...

...still, he gave her the artifact and told her of the power it could unlock ...the artifact ...a small piece of metal at first glance, like a small box no smaller than a man's fist ...her eyes were not keen enough to see the seams where metal touched metal, to form the box...

...she did not have time to inspect it either... not with the hounds after her ...Hounds... figments or mutations, it mattered little ...these beasts were trackers without par and had this been a fox hunt, she would be the fox ...and her bleeding arm only kept the Hounds close ...even worse, it kept their masters close...

...end interlude...
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Lord_Woock
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posted December 09, 2005 10:45 PM

Henry was sitting in an armchair, sipping something hot from a metal cup. Someone pounded on the door.
'Who the hell's got the nerve to bother me at this time of night, I'll tear your limbs off and jam them up your hiney I will!', he yelled as he walked towards the door. He opened it, and there stood a man with a familiar face.
'Interesting way to greet an old friend,' the visitor said and grinned.
'Not you again!', Harry moaned. 'What's your business this time, I sure hope you've got a VERY good reason to come here, I mighty damn well do!'
The visitor glanced around. 'How about letting me inside?', he said, and so Henry did.
'Look, whenever you appear, bad things start happening en masse, and I hate en masse in one sentence with bad things, and there aren't many things I dislike enough to speak of hate,' Henry ranted.
'Shut up and take a look at this,' the visitor said, handing Henry what looked like a severely mutilated head.
'Look, I'm interested in weapons and armor, not ugly meat like this ugly piece of meat. Why bother come all the way here just to show me this piece of who knows what?' Henry went on, rather annoyed.
'You need that cup?' the visitor asked calmly.
'Now, what kind of question is that, I dare ask?'
The visitor jammed his hand into the head's back and pointed it at the cup. The thing's jaw opened, and with a grunt, a greenish shape shout out of it. As it hit the cup, it started to corrode at an alarming rate. The liquid inside it vaporized almost instantly. Henry raised a brow.
'How much do you want for this?' he asked.
'Fifty thousand, no less' said the visitor.
'Now seriously, both of these effects are quite common. Plus, even a rock would commit suicide if it looked like this. I'll give you ten thousand.'
'Forty'
'Twenty'
'Thirty'
'Deal.'
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TDL
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posted December 18, 2005 11:55 AM
Edited By: TDL on 18 Dec 2005

Hanahr's adventures begin...

The soft sea breeze touched Hanahr's left cheek...

It was nearing midnight when Hanahr reached the coastline of Nortern Sea. Traveller's boots sinked in the sand as if they were made from iron. High waves washed the moonlit sand dunes, stopping right before Hanahr's feet. The air was fresh and clean, Hanahr had never inhaled such before.

Hanahr turned his head left where he saw a strange light blinking. The gleam came from a small boat, floating along the coast. He wearily climbed down the dunes and went for it.

"Who dares to disturb me?" a growling voice came from the boat. The closer to the boat Hanahr went, the brighter and the stranger was the light, the louder the voice growled. "I ask once again... Who dares to disturb my rest? Are you a friend or a foe?"

Hanahr not knowing what to say silently approached the boat and stares at the source of that mysterious light. The light suddenly flashed and turned red.

"Don't you hear me, human! I ask you once again, who are you and are you a friend or a foe?!"

Hanahr stepped back as the deafening voice echoed and surrounded him. He did not dare to answer. It seemed that if he had answered, he would have been deafened by the terrible voice. However, he felt adrenaline running through his veins, the courageous part of his mind seemed to take over him.

"I dare to speak with you, bringer of light. I am neither a friend, nor a foe. I am the Traveller."

In the blink of an eye, the blinding light started to fade. Hanahr cautiously approached the boat and looked inside. A small yellowy-orange salamander was lying on the deck. Two little black eyes curiously observed Hanahr as he drew closer to the lizard. Hanahr touched its warm body and picked it up.

"I revealed my identity to you. It is your time." Hanahr said in a commanding voice. He somehow felt more courageous when he saw what gave off that strange light. "Tell me who you are!"
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Lith-Maethor
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posted December 18, 2005 07:32 PM

...back in the lowlife bar...

...he waited for her to sit before he turned to face her, he was pretty certain she would not try to plunge a blade in his back, not this one... she was usually more direct than that and more often than not, just as deadly... not that someone could guess that just by looking at her...

...she was just a bit shorter than him, with jet black hair at shoulder length and blue eyes... eyes? eye actually ...one ...where the second should be now was black mirror, connected to the metal plate covering part of her face ...implant? just a mask? he didn't know and did not care to find out ...she was dressed in pretty much the same manner he was, low profile but enough to hint she was not to mess with...

- i see you decided to forgo the pleasantries and get down to business ...i won't have the chance to enjoy your charming self tonight it seems ...do you have it?

- i would not drag you down here if not, would eye? ...i guess what they say about Figments is right... you are a few cards short of a full deck

...as she said that she slided a small package towards him, about the size of a closed fist and wrapped in what seemed to be a bloodied piece of cloth... he smirked slightly and looked at her, nodding just a touch, he could trust her that much, perhaps the only person he could say that for...

- you know my price ...it was not easy getting this

- knowing you? i bet it just happened to fall into your lap ...but yes, i know your price ...and you know mine... as well as the rules

...she glared at him, her body tensing slightly, lips parting just a bit, one would expect her to hiss, a few patrons turned to look, picking up the subtleties, but soon decided it was safer just to mind their own business ...she just lowered her head slightly in defeat...

- shoot

- did you do it?

- no, i got lucky

- will i be hunted for this?

- not if you get rid of it fast

...he smirked and shrugged slightly then flipped a coin at her direction, a rusty old thing of seemingly no value to anyone... but it was the agreed price and it was only fair he delivered as promised... religious nuts were funny like that, they always asked for strange things... this one however.. this one was different...

..she grabbed the coin without even blinking and before long it vanished under her coat, she spent the next couple of seconds watching him... how much did he know? ...how did he find out? ...bloody figments have eyes everywhere... but there was nobody around when the woman collapsed in front of her...
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posted December 19, 2005 03:13 AM

"I just don't understand it Link.  How does he know?  How does that man always know my plans?" Jason asked his most trusted machine.  
That had been the norm for the former Doctor Stone ever since he withdrew from society those years ago.  Why should all those horrid creatures have all the fun of bringing death and destruction to the people?  He asked these questions to all of his robotic companions who only stood in place motionless and uncaring, waiting only for their next command.  Not Link though.  Link had been a special creation.  Stone's first real dive into artificial intelligence.  Now he just created combat units with the sole purpose of receiving orders and carrying them out.  
"Perhaps sir it is because he knows your location.  Everyone does.  When they see your armies marching out I believe they know what to expect." responded Link in his metallic sounding voice.

"Well if he knows where I am why does he not simply attack me?"

"It is called tactics sir", Link said sounding exasperated, "He knows it would be an easy victory for you if he simply marched into your base.  I believe it would be like the human saying goes 'marching into a shooting range with a target on'."

Stone snarled at this as he walked over to his main computer.  "I'll just have to come up with a new plan then.  Perhaps if I build something that can dig then it will go unnoticed.  It will simply tunnel underground and spring up on an unexpected Captain James.  Once he is done away with the kingdom will be mine."

Link tilted his shiny head in question, "What shall you do with the kingdom once it it yours?"

"First things first Link.  I will delete that nuisance Captain James first.  Then I will deal with the others.  They shall learn to fear me and soon they will bow down to me.  I WILL BE THEIR MASTER!"
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted December 19, 2005 11:50 AM

James underground bunker is quite possibly the safest place in the whole Kingdom, quite contrary to the enourmous skyscrapers which scraped the sky every so often in the city of Vale.

It is completely sealed off from the outside world. It is immune to almost all known waves, such as sound, light and x, and is indestructible even by the most potent weaponry. It even has it's own oxygen supply, which is needed due to the own air pressurizing system similar to that of a submarine. And the most importantly of all, was very, very, comfortable.

The only downside to this top secret bunker was that it is quite small, only big enough to fit comforably two men (this meaning very, very comfortable) and can seat an audience of about 50 elite soldiers.

It just so happens that only 52 people know of the whearabouts of this comfortable underground bunker.
One being the maker, James, and his military representative, Seargent, and his elite squad of 50 soldiers, or more affectionately known as his 'Dogs'.

Another coincidence, if you can call it that, is that it was these 51 people that James adressed now.

"I am afraid that we have run out of friends, who are quickly being replaced by enemies. Not even our own army can be trusted, especially with the arrival of the codenamed 'fusion cannons', for one has already been stolen from our labs. Who knows what could be done if more than just the gun itself was stolen?

Reports of Chaos himself walking the streets are in the uprise, but that is yet to be confirmed and any distress would be premature.

And I trust you remember The Doctor, the pitiful excuse for a threat posed against us years ago? He has arisen with new technology which allows him to create his bots at a much faster rate, and now goes by the name of Doctor Death.
I fear that if we do not come by a miracle soon, the only thing we will have to stop him is the Fusion cannon."


The Dogs were hand picked and trusted by James himself, known for their extreme skill and mystery. At least half are human, and people are sure that at least one or two of them must be figment, but no one is quite sure. It doesn't matter to the Captain, as long as they can protect the city. Even the 'humans' have undergone a number of torturous and extreme enhancements and modifications to make them deadly killing machines. They were formerly only used as protection for the Captain, but now times are such that they are the only troops that he can rely on.

James pulled out a clean, severed head from a bag, which was instantly greeted with groans of disgust and disapproval.

"This is it, boys, this is what we've been waiting for. Still in its incubatory stages, this is the Fusion Cannon."

James opened up a small slit above where the back of the neck would be if this head were on a human, and inserted his hand in. The jaw dropped open, and a thin green laser light emerged. The laser connected with a rich mahogany coffee table next to James' armchair, causing it to dissapate almost instantly, leaving behind only a small pile of dust.

The Captain smiled again, no matter how many times he saw it he knew that this weapon would be the key to his success.

"Our scientists report that one of these used to be the head of a figment that appeared in the middle of Vale, which could bring down buildings simply by screaming at it, but he was successfully neutralized. By pressing a nueral cord at the back of his Central Nervous System, this laser can be reproduced simply by holding the head. Cloning these heads will put one of these weapons in each of your hands, but hopefully we will develop them in a less... fleshy form before then. A few outside scientists are working on removing the weapon from the skull as we speak."
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posted December 19, 2005 07:05 PM

Henry was sitting in a bar, his head hanging over a mug of beer.
'Why so glum, Henry?' the bartender asked, polishing a glass. Henry raised his head.
'I own something valuable and I feel that it'll get me trouble,' he muttered. 'and trouble is not something I like to be in.'
'Perhaps I know someone who would buy it off you?'
'That'd be lovely, swell, lovely. Lovely. Do you know any riders that are into really grotesque stuff? I've got this powerful gun, but it's as macabresque as a mule's anus turned inside out and painted yellow.'

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posted December 21, 2005 04:27 AM
Edited by RedSoxFan3 on 20 Dec 2005

Otis pointed his weather device up towards the sky and turned it on. The strange machine made a strange buzzing noise for several seconds and then ceased making noise. Within seconds the sky which was previously completely clear began to form clouds. Within less than a minute the entire sky was filled with dark clouds. Just another minute later it began raining like cats and dogs. Otis quickly rolled the machine underneath a tent to keep it from getting wet.

"Incredible Professor Ranger," said Professor Bailey. "Quite incredible indeed. And how does this device work?"

"Let's just say that it does." Otis laughed. "I'm still not sure my theories are correct on how it works, because I could never tell you what type of weather will pop out. Sometimes it does hardly anything but add a cloud or two to the sky. Other times it will stop a brutal storm. And I can never get it to work again for a few days afterwards. When I'm done with my research, you'll be sure to know how it works, but for now it's best kept a secret whatever it is."
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posted December 22, 2005 07:04 AM

Upon the dawning of the Age of Chaos, even reality shifts itself in and out of existence.

Order shackles Chaos, but can be controlled and manipulated.

Chaos is by nature uncontrollable, and therefore far more dangerous than Order could ever hope to be.

Something must be wrong for the balance to have fallen this far out of line.

I was born by mistake.

Chaos pondered these things as he fell to the earth, but he seemed little affected by these questions about why he existed. In reality, he was glad to be free. He had been bound to Order for far too long.

Can Order ever return?

I needn't worry as long as fear rules the hearts of men and figment alike.

Yes...that fear shall be my weapon.

The demon glanced down at his chest; a giant, bloodshot eye opened and stared back into its master's face. The iris constantly shifted colors and emitted a strange arrhythmic pulse that could almost be felt on the skin, one that set every hair on end. Strong magic bound to the very essence of Chaos had created it, and no reality could withstand its gaze for long. Within him lie the pandemonium to match that of Pandora’s box itself.

It is not yet time. The eye closed again.

The ground approached, and Chaos mounted the winds on tattered wings that unfurled and carried him across the sky toward Vale, the kingdom destined to never know peace again. At least if all went as he hoped. If anything, he would be content to have fun with the time he was given.

Chaos hit the ground and kept going, tunneling deeper and deeper into the planet. People always feared the loss of stability, so the steadiest of footing would give way beneath them. Yes, an earthquake would compliment this Chaos nicely.

The earth began to move.
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posted December 23, 2005 09:35 PM

The Salamander

"Do you really want me to tell you who I am?" the terrible voice echoed. It seemed as if the voice echoed from inside Hanahr. "So be it, I will tell you, youngling." the lizards eyes started glowing red. "I see you are not lying to me, people call you like that, although your true name is not the Traveller,,," a strange grin crossed salamander's face.

Hanahr suddenly felt weak. He felt as if the speech of the orange lizard drained his energy. Only curiosity and will that was in his blood saved him from fainting.

"So you seem to be more intelligent than I thought." Hanahr said in a whispering voice so as not to use up the remaining energy. His hand slowly reached for the rune-etched sword that was suspended on his belt. "Are you one of Them?! Are you a Figment and do you know anything about them?"

In an instant, the ground started to tremble - tones of sand went down the dunes usurping everything in their way, tidal waves were flooding the beach. Hanahr stood up and ran as fast from the boat as possible, with the sword in one hand and the lizard in the other.

"Those filthy rabble... Why do they always have to mess the whole thing?" Hanahr murmured to himself quietly.

"FILTHY RABBLE, YOU CALL 'EM?! FILTHY RABBLE?!" the loud voice struck Hanahr like a lightning-bolt. He stumbled over a stone and fell on the ground. Everything stopped in an instant as it began. Everything went still, but the voice continued to echo in Traveller's head. "They are much worse than the Figments! They come from the deepest dungeons of the Figment Underworld where the worst of them dwell. The Guard - I doubt you know much about him as I do not recall his name among your thoughts - created the Figments, but he could not control them all. A great many of them seem to have evolved into terrible beasts and created their own societies, their own rules and they even established their own "Hell" where the fiercest, strongest and wisest of them dwelled. You have mentioned the word 'Intruders' before... You call them that? So be it, I repeat, although they have a different name. A vast army of those lowlifes entered this dimension, near where you dwelled, seeking to establish their own colony there. I see they were quite succesful, were it not for you..."

The mysterious creature continued to talk while the Traveller listened. It was strange, but the voice did not echo in Hanahr's head anymore. It came from the salamander - Hanahr could even have sworn that the salamander's lips were moving. It knew his thoughts, it knew who he is, but who is that? He started shivering from the thought that he can be holding an Intruder in his hand. For his own good, he did not...

"It is strange that somebody noticed me lying on the deck of that boat." the voice spoke again. This time it looked more like a confession, an explanation of what had happened before Hanahr found the salamander, than a threat or something menacing. "I was lying there... I was so helpless, so weak... I could not control my energy, so my body started to give off that strange light that made you come and see me. I had to use your powers so as not to die, I am sorry."

Hanahr crossed his legs and listened to lizard's story - it was both interesting and both awkward. He felt somehow discouraged when he heard about what happened to the Kingdom, the King and with the Guard, but the soothing voice made him feel more courageous and relieved when it told that it, the salamander, wasn't one of them...

"... Intruders, as I told you, youngling, are Figments - as I am, although I was created by accident and by the King, not that scum - that are a separate group of evil Figments that came to existence when the original Figments evolved into malicious, evil beasts and teleported to Jordgland, your kingdom. I myself was sent to aid you in combat against them, but I seem to have been trapped - they almost killed me when they separated my spirit from my true body. Since then, I have lain in that small boat."

"You told me your story, I appreciate that, but I would like to know who you truly are... Tell me..." Hanahr replied, forcing the salamander to stop talking for a moment.

"I am a salamander now, as you can see." the creature said in a low voice, somehow distracted. "I am a Figment, created by the almighty King, to protect the lands and try to restore the peace at times of need. I am the so-called bringer of Fire, an emissary. I will not tell you who I was nor who I will become in near future. The destiny will tell you what is what... As for now, I must rest youngling... I and my destiny depend only on you, Traveller... as are you yourself... Heed my words... Listen to yourself..."

A strange smile appeared on salamander's face and soon the lizard's eyes were closed.

Hanahr sat still, watching the sun rise, reflecting on what he had heard from the salamander and gradually fell asleep...

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posted December 26, 2005 04:58 AM
Edited by TitaniumAlloy on 25 Dec 2005

"People of Vale!" James spoke into the microphone, which reverberated his resounding voice across the auditorium, his sound waves at such a wavelength that it would be difficult for figments to hear, even more so to understand.
Cameras flashed and peered at him, judging him, recording his every move. He loved the attention, the media.

"It is true what you have heard. The days of the Figments are limited. No longer will they plague this land that was rightfully bestowed to us, no longer will they disrupt our peaceful times with their chaotic ways.

The voices of a thousand humans reverberated back as they cheered to the Captain. After the disappearance of the King, the people needed a leader desperately, someone to look up to for support, someone strong, someone who was against the Figments which had ruined their lives, and so James was a pretty popular choice. They figured a two out of three wasn't bad.

"We have gained control of a advanced technology created by the Guard, that we intend to use against him. It is this technology, this weapon that will lead us to victory over the Figments, and once again restore Order to the Kingdom. It will easily crush the foes of righteousness, those who are crazed upon the ideas that Figments have a right in this world. They will be promptly eliminated, leaving a clean palatte for me to work with. We then hope..." He paused.

"We then hope to gain control of the Crown."
Shocked gasps and murmurs of disbelief and questioning now resounded as the cameras flashed once more.

"Yes. I believe that there is a way to breach the defence system of the Throne Room and destroy the Guard again.

Cheering.

"Order will rule supreme!" The Captain cried, and raised an arm to the sky.
The cheering and screaming of the people almost equalled the camera flashes in furiosity.

James stepped down and left the auditorium, ignoring the overly excited media which swarmed him like flies swarming a corpse.

He stepped into an overly extravagant limosine, to greet his military advisor, the Seargent.

"Do you really beleive all that, James?" The Seargent asked after hearing the speech made in the auditorium.

"Of course not. But they need hope. It keeps them working." He lit a cigar as the limo drove off, back to the bunker.

"They don't know about Dr. Death." Seargent said.

"Nor do they need to. Has the fusion cannon been developed properly yet?"

"The Dogs have found a way to remove the flesh from the internal core without damaging its structures. By tomorrow we should have a firing system ready to be hand held."

The Dogs lived by the orders of their Captain, and so their lives were dedicated to being the antagonists of the Figments, however it was seen to that they reaped the full benefits of the creations of the Crown, and so they often had access to the best equipment. They were all scientists, of course, so they knew what to do when the situation required a weapon to be extracted from someones head.

"Good. We'll need it. My speech wasn't half true, but it did have some element, some steak of truth to it. We need to defeat the Doctor.. these fusion cannons will help, but won't win the battle for us.
And I do believe that the Crown can be won over. But only a planeswalker could even open up the dimension in which it has teleported."


The limosine pulled up on a small grassy patch in the outer reaches of the city, surrounded by trees and decrepid tenements. Suddenly the ground dropped and the car was going underground, newly surrounded by metal walls. The grassy platform came to a halt. Metal doors opened up in front of them, and as the limosine drove into the overly extravagant bunker they promptly slammed shut once more.

"We'll need to focus on the robots, find a weakness. If they attack in groups the cannnons will not be numerous enough."

The Captain and the Seargent exited the vehicle and walked into the room which James liked to call The Kennel. It was the workstation of the Dogs, contained their battlesuits and the weaponry. Only a few dozen of them were in there now, but those who were noticed the entry of their leader.

Each of them fell in line by an array of metallic, rounded handguns.

"Alpha. Show me." James said.

"Of course, Captain." The first Dog in line picked up one of the Fusion guns behind him and fired it at a bulletridden target in the range. The target quivered for a moment as the green beam hit it, before disintegrating.
The Dog looked back at James and grinned at the wicked power of the gun.

James grinned back.
"Boys, we need to be ready for the Doctor. I want all suits fully charged and shielded, I want all fusion funs locked and loaded, and I want each and every one of you finding out everything you can about the enemy. The plans are laid out. This is war."

The small crablike creature scuttled in, interrupting him, this time carrying only a photograph and a note attached.

'Just in. Outside Soutshire.' the note read.

James looked at the photo.
The ground was split open to reveal a small tunnel leading into the earth, cracked open by a large, beastly flying figure with tattered wings and a gazing eye on his chest. Several buildings had fallen down around the hole, debris still settling.
When looking at the eye, James felt a sharp pain in his own chest, as if the eye was peering right into his soul.

The plans were laid out, only to be instantly disrupted. Oh how he hated disruption.

Chaos had returned.

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posted December 30, 2005 12:29 PM
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a strange passenger...

It was nearing midday when Hanahr and his new friend, the strange salamander, reached the easternmost border of Mountains of Vale. The sea and the sandy beaches were already about twenty miles behind them. The sky above the vast, forestous mountain range ahead of them was cloudless, the sun seemed to be even brighter than everywhere else.

"Where are we heading, youngling? I sense that you are anxious about something. Do those Intruders still trouble your mind or something else? I cannot understand your thoughts..."

That salamander is truly a curious being... Hanahr said to himself.

"Salamander..." Hanahr started to talk, but the lizard interrupted.

"We have already been travelling for almost one day and I still haven't told you my name. Call me Garthal - that is how people used to call me back then. Beware, however, that is not the only name I have. I am even more mysterious than you could ever hope for" a strange smile appeared on the lizard's face.

"You can say that again..." Hanahr murmured silently. "Arshadin, - if that is how you want me to call you - I would like to ask you about both Figments and Intruders. How come the Figments separated into two groups of good and bad. I remember the story you told me about the King, the Guard and the Kingdom, but I do not seem to recall you telling me more about yourself and other Figments as well as the Intruders since our first conversation..." terrible pain soared through Hanahr's head as he remembered the first moments of their chat. "My father used to say that knowing more about the enemy aids in the fight against it. It is like fighting the enemy in your head."

"Fighting the enemy in your own head, you say." the salamander laughed. "well, that surely aids you, but have you ever thought that there isn't only one enemy you will have to fight, there are hundreds of them. However, knowing about all of them will not help you destroy them - they are not your main enemy. You, Hanahr, are the biggest enemy of yourself. At first, you have to conquer yourself - you have to conquer both your body and mind. You must clear your mind from anger and hate, unless you want to become a servant of evil as the Intruders are." Garthal continued to lecture Hanahr. Hanahr listened with both interest, astonishment and confusion. He perfectly understood what the salamander wanted to say, but the thought that if he completely obeyed these rules, he would become mad, made his body shiver. "I am not here to explain you everything. I come with you to aid you in times of need, as you did to me." salamander closed its eyes. Then, a moment later, without opening its eyes, the lizard grinned. "I would say that your curiosity is going to drag you to the grave one day, were it not for your will and stubbornness. Very well, I will try to answer your questions. But as for now, you must answer my one - where are we heading?"

Oh, brother....

"Ah, OK." Traveller sighed. I once visited this place when I was off, hunting. A wayfarer - I do not exactly remember what was his name - told me about a small town in the forests of these mountains... It is said that it appeared out of nowhere and was immediately overrun by various Figments. I need to go there. Quite a few adventurers from Jordgland went there, but they seem to have ventured too far into the forest and never returned. I think that many answers are hidden there, I sense it.

I do not know if that was a good thing, but as he can extract memories from my mind anyway, I doubt it would have been safe.

"...And you are right about that, Traveller. I can hear your thoughts..." the salamander grinned mockingly. "Do not worry, I am not trying to take control over you - I am too weak to do that. Even if I had enough power to do that, I would not - your will would not only devour me, but also destroy itself. Mind that, m'boy!"

Hanahr was totally confused. However, he was quite content about it as his mind will have some work to do. In fact, it was his desire - with such a creature nearby, he can train his mind till it becomes exhausted.

"Ahoy, mates! Faring well, I s'pose..." a strange person appeared right behind Hanahr. He wore dark blue travelling clothes, but armor made from an unknown colorless metal and a strange weapon were to be seen underneath the clothing. "Headin' where, if I may ask? That nasty village in the woods?" Hanahr silently gasped - the by-passing traveller guessed what Hanahr was thinking. "Aye, from yer looks, you're headin' there. May I join up?"

Everything fell silent for a moment - both Hanahr and his friend Garthal did not know what to say. They were shocked. The man did not look as if he could harm them, although he had the strange weapon, but a strange sense of mistrust  crept in Hanahr's mind.

"Aye!" the salamander exclamated before Hanahr could even move a muscle. "You may come... You must come..."

The man suddenly started to shiver, but soon he was calm again. He raised an eyebrow and a curiously grinned, as if he remembered something. He crouched and the salamander leapt straight from Hanahr's shoulder. The blue-clothed man carefully picked up Gathral. It seemed as if they knew each other.

"Long time no see, mate." Hanahr's doubts were correct - they knew each other. What the hell is happening here? Hanahr murmured. The man watched the salamander talk. "Were where you? Were you captured? Didn't you hear me beg for help? I sent you an electro-magnetic pulse to notify you."

"I..." the man sighed. "I was abducted by the Intruders..." Hanahr suddenly stood up."... And I was tortured, they want'd to get information about our, eh, association..." he cast a terrified look at Hanahr, but Gathral calmed him. "Well, if what you say is true, we can accept this young man in our guild, but he needs to see more of the world before. He is not yet accustomed to the lifestyle of the Kingdom... Luckily, our headquarters are hidden and no one knows about them. The villagers haven't noticed anything yet..." he finished quietly.

Hanahr was confused. These days, he was more confused than when he was a little boy. He did understand that this man is a friend of the lizard, but he did not understand what they were talking about. He wanted to raise his hand like he used to do when he wanted to ask the local scholar of Jordgland a question, but he somehow felt that his questions will be answered during their journey.

He sat on the soft moss, crossed his legs and tried to reflect on what he had heard while the other two were lying on the grassy ground under a strange tree chatting...

Hanahr sighed...
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posted January 02, 2006 08:30 PM

...trouble in paradise...

...that is what Creed Flybane thought as he entered the bar... of course it could be because the bar itself was named "Paradise" ...not that it was anywhere close to it of course...

...once inside, the young but rather known rider looked around, trying to locate someone it seems, he did not even pay any attention to the woman who bumped on him on her way out... but he did notice something...

...she came from where he should be... namely the table where Ithilion was, he knew of him from a fellow rider, the bad part about being a rider on your way to the top was that you could not afford people like Henry...

..which is why he did not recognize the man, or more precisely, did not even look that way after seeing the man he came here to see, he simply headed for the table, as a few whispering voices gave signs of recognition...
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posted January 03, 2006 08:19 PM

'That guy looks familiar, now where did I see him, I swear I know the face...' Henry muttered as he saw the newcomer.
'Creed Flybane, they call him' the bartender said. 'You probably recognize him because he's a rider.'
'Ah, yes yes... Yes. And who's that he's talking to?'
'I don't really know him, but he doesn't seem to be a hugs and kisses kind of person. I probably wouldn't let him in if he wasn't buying drinks. That there is the wrong sort, Henry. I wouldn't cross ways with that kind of person if I were you, buddy, unless you want even more problems.'
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posted January 13, 2006 01:29 AM

His nostrils flared...no one heeded the earthquake. In some regard, this was a good thing: the chaos around had built up to the point where even the rending of the earth went unnoticed. Yet, it also increased their resistence to the turmoil around them, a dangerous slope that might one day lead back to balance, or, worse, to the embracing of Chaos. He was not here to be loved, he was here to be feared.

Chaos tunneled back to the surface and headed to the kingdom of Vale. He needed to see for himself what was causing such havoc before a means of amplifying it could be discovered. After all, whatever it was, that's where his livelihood lay.

He took to the skies.
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posted January 16, 2006 11:38 AM

...back in paradise...

...Ithilion kept his eyes on the rider, as the latter made his way to his table, the young man was not comfortable here but did his best to hide it... more wiry than muscular, with short blonde hair and scars where his skin could be seen - no doubt from the games - he gave the impression of a troublemaker, even if that was far from the truth...

...he walked to the table and looked at the one he came to see, as if asking for permission, a nod was all he needed and as soon as he had that, he took a seat ...glancing around just to be safe, he then turned back to Ithilion, slightly more relaxed now, but not enough to fool those with keen eyes...

- do you have it?

- relax rider... you will die young... before you even make enough money to repay me... and we don't want this, do we?

...he leaned forth and grinned slightly, running his tongue over a sharper than normal fang... that always got the Realfolk nervous... and he enjoyed it... showing off like that was one of the few things he still enjoyed... after life in this place had beaten all hints of idealism out of him...

...Creed only got more nervous, but to his credit did not show it... not too much at least... he just nodded slightly and glanced around again, looking for trouble or perhaps an ally... it was then that he noticed Henry and perking a brow looked back at the man in front of him...

- you two work together for this? ...this won't affect the price. will it?

- us two? what do you mean Flybane?

...he did not let him answer, instead he looked at Henry and nodded to himself...

- ah... i see... no, i work alone ...especially for this...

...he drew a small package from under his coat and gave it to Creed, it was about the size of a gun or perhaps a shoebox, in any case the rider took it and dared a slight smile before standing...

- and remember... i know where to find you... make sure you do not forget our agreement...

...Creed swallowed and nodded, then turned to head for the exit... as roughed up as he was in the field, such places were not for him... as soon as he was out, Ithilion raised a hand and signalled the 'tender to put Henry's next drink on his tab... professional courtesy and all...

...meanwhile, somewhere else...

...she started running as soon as she was out of the bar, before long she was further away than anybody could guess... she was fast, sometimes too fast... and she didn't like why... she was not ready to let people know of it either... with the coin in hand she was in a hurry to get... somewhere ...and then she stopped dead in her tracks...

...startled she turned her head in the direction of the earthquake... an earthquake she didn't really feel, but knew it happened... and had a pretty good suspicion about why... cursing under her breath she started running again... the coin had to be delivered... nothing else mattered ...not if she wanted them to survive the night...
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posted January 17, 2006 08:01 PM

Henry took the freebie mug of beer. 'Which kind fairy blesses me today?' he said and smiled.
'Not quite a fairy,' the bartender said. 'Perhaps an imp, or some other goblin. The one I just advised you to avoid, too', he frowned.
'Ainnit that so? Well, leprechauns have lots of gold, no?' Henry smiled and started to stand up.
'Leprechauns? Weren't we talking about fairies and...' the barkeeper started, but Henry wasn't there anymore.
He sighed and started polishing a glass.

'Hey there, that's been mighty kind of ya,' Henry said, approaching the valiant slayer of Henry's thirst. 'And I certainly do mean mighty! Or perhaps I don't. Nevermind, Henry's the name. And who might you be? Mind if I join you?'
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