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Lith-Maethor
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posted January 17, 2006 11:02 PM |
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...in paradise...
...Ithilion chuckled and motioned Henry to take a seat, if he had not already...
- Ithilion will do... the lad, Flybane, seems to know you... i gathered you are into the business, like myself...rather strange we haven't met yet if we move in the same circles, wouldn't you say?
- Oh, I don't move around much, if you get what I mean. It's the riders who come to me, if they want stuff as good as they get. Nobody has the kind of equipment I have.
...he perked a brow at that and smirked, just a touch, leaning forward a bit...
- oh is that so? ...so if i have something of interest you would be the one to get it off my hands and into a rider's?
- Quite possibly - Henry said, and lowered his tone somewhat - what exactly would your hands need taken off?
...a slight grin formed, this night could prove to be more interesting than just two deals, as interesting as they would prove to be in the future, he had no way of knowing this now ...his voice lowered as well...
- something unique... many riders would kill for... can demonstrate, but not now... and not here
...Henry pretended to yawn.
- That's not really saying much though, is it. You'll have to tell me more. What exactly does it do? How did you get it?
...Ithilion snorted, rather amused it seems...
- too many questions Henry... I can only say it will be worth it... all it will take is a bit of your time... in say... two nights? as i said... riders will love this... good offense, decent defense...
..Henry frowned at Ithilion...
- Look, I'm not buying something without knowing what I get for my money. And I expect there are some strings attached if you need someone to pass this over to a rider instead of going there directly. Either I know or I go.
...another sigh, he then shruged and flicked his wrist, a small cylinder slipped in his hand, seconds later the small box he received earlier from the woman joined, the two connected as if they were made for just that purpose...
- I hope you don't like this place any more than i do
...he winked, pressing two "buttons" on the items he then reached out and what seemed to be a whip of blades cut through the bottles on the bar, the next moment he was on his feet and deflecting a dagger with the same blade whip as the 'tender was not too fond of the display, as he ran out he was heard laughing...
- two nights!
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Shadowcaster
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posted January 18, 2006 04:18 AM |
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The blue demon landed just outside the palace gate and surveyed the area. A lone warning lay above the lofty gate, no doubt posted hastily by some fleeing palace guard, which signified that the last traces of any semblance of sanity held where the palace grounds once stood. Chaos looked up at the impressive walls, which had been willed to reach up beyond the swirling clouds that circled ominously above. Whatever lay beyond those walls obviously wished to stay hidden, and possessed the power to have done so for this long. He was impressed that mortal man could do so much, but he was hardly prepared to find a figment beyond that wall.
Chaos drew his swords and raised them high into the sky, flying to the top of the gate, which had been locked tight, and slicing it decisively in two. He opened the shattered barricade and ventured in, paying no heed as it resealed in his wake. The occupant of the massive tower that lay before him knew he had come, and it was determined to stop this new threat at any cost. The wayward guard did not realize that Chaos was hardly a threat, and he attacked mercilessly with the Crown he wore.
Reality warped around Chaos, but the demon simply warped alongside it, matching its undulations and countering any effect they might have had. The blue demon tensed and dove toward the glass dome with frightening speed. The tower began to rise, faster and faster, but it could not outpace its pursuer. Then, without warning, the palace disappeared, and Chaos was left in pure darkness.
The power to pierce the sharpest of insanities, he thought to himself as he stared down at his chest. The Eye of Pandemonium cracked, then opened, flooding the area with light as if a violent chemical had been released into the air. For a brief moment, the palace returned to normal, the strain of grappling with the pandemonium that surmounted the chaos emitted by the crown had caused our guard to release his fantasy for a brief moment, just enough time for Chaos to catch him before his guard was raised again. Now the demon stood before the wayward guard within the throne room.
Do not worry, Chaos projected into the Crownbearer's mind, which had flooded itself with infinite knowledge by this moment but was held at bay by the Eye. I am surprised that you are not dead, that you have kept your head in the face of the greatest of perils. Yet, I should have known that no mere mortal could create so much glorious trouble. You, you are different...somehow untamed by the Order of this world.
The guard had never been subdued like this before. Until then, any who had dared to challenge him were swept away by the will of the Crown. The demon that stood before him now possessed a power greater than his own, and this intrigued the Figment more than it frightened him. The Crownbearer could do nothing but listen.
I do, however, owe you thanks. After all, it is because of you that I was allowed to exist. The Eye closed, and the world returned to the insanity from which it had gained only momentary reprieve.
I come to propose an alliance, to temper your power with my own. Together, we will be unstoppable.
The guard, afraid of losing his powers again, agreed to this shaky alliance on the terms that he still be allowed to wear the Crown. Chaos smiled and agreed. He had this...thing, right where he wanted it. All that was left was to make sure the Crownbearer never grew bored or weary of sustaining his fantasy. For, even in the brief moment that Chaos held his new ally at bay, he had felt profoundly weakened by the moment of peace his necessary restraint had provided the shattered kingdom.
He wished never to know that feeling again.
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted May 07, 2006 07:11 AM |
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An alarm sounded, by the uttering of a weak word by a weak Captain, struggling to get up.
The Dogs ran down and suited up, like a swarm, a plague. But they were not the plague. Chaos was, the Captain thought, and they were the cure.
"Do not arm yourselves with guns, boys. They will not damage the flesh of our new target."
Confused, the dogs put their guns down. Their suits all activated in unison, as the metal encased their bodies, with a fluid but impenetrable metal, allowing for maximum freedom of movement and protection.
"This hunt is no ordinary spawn of the Crown. He does not abide by the laws of reality, or imagination. He is the very god of Chaos made manifest."
The scientists began to work harder and faster on the wall behind him, and the Dogs did not look at their Captain.
"The Crown spawns figments, the embodiment of disorder, and Chaos has arrived the claim what is rightfully his, and envelope the Kingdom in pure, utter chaos. He is our enemy, and if I know anything, I know that he will want to usurp the Throne. If we can stop him, we will find a way to gain the Throne ourselves, and destroy the Crown. This is our chance!"
The dogs were all suited up. The newly cloned fusion cannons were ready, and each dog slung a metallic cannon over his shoulder. A squad leader of the dogs, Barker, spoke up
"We should not look at the return of Chaos with dismay, but as a new opportunity! We know our enemy, the Chaotic figments and their god, and now is the time for action! Let us loose!"
James had felt weak ever since the return of Chaos. It was as if... he did not know. But in order to stop him they would need to take control of the Figment Warbase, an organized military operation somewhere in Vale, who no doubt knew of the return of Chaos long before it actually happened.
If they could find the leader, and find a way to coerce his help, they would know where to go next.
"Wait. Heres the plan. There are only 52 of us, and we need to split resources equally. Me, General, and two more men will go undercover to find the head of the Warbase.
Barker will need to prep the rest of you to protect the Bunker and prepare an assault on Dr. Death... we do not need that fool meddling with our... with our.. I... I just... I'm sorry..."
James stepped down from his podium. He had a sharp pain in his chest, as though a dinosaur was trying to tear out his ribs with it's toe.
He looked down at his chest, and clutched it with his hand. It moved. The skin crawled and stretched to the right, and then back to normal. What was this? The agony ceased.
"Ghar, Captain." It was Barker.
"Yes?" Disturbance.
"How do you think you can find the leader of the Warbase?"
James smiled.
"A man called Henry the Hectic Heretic. A figment if I ever saw one, runs a store for the Dragonfly racing. The Warbase leader runs a chain of Dragonfly trainers, if anyone knows of his location, it's Henry. We'll need to find him... but first... I'll need to change my appearance." God he loved this part.
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TDL
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posted May 07, 2006 09:54 AM |
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Edited by TDL at 09:55, 07 May 2006.
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Nearing the destination...
Hanahr looked up and saw that the place he was about to go to was already just a few hundred yards away from him. The forest was finally over and they finally approached the rocky mountain roads. The trees were much shorter, but again, twice as wide, as in the woods down in the valley.
"Now that was a hell of a ride, mates!" Gathral's friend stepped from the shadows, reporting to them that the hunt is finally finished. Fresh blood stains coloured the colorless armor he wore, seemingly exclamating he vanquished his foes. "Aye, it was... Those mountain lions surely put up a good fight. And yet, me wonders - are they figments too?"
Is he nuts?
Hanahr smiled at him and asked him to show what he brought. Ten heavy lion pelts were hanging over his shoulder, whereas under his armpit he held an enormous deer stung by a long spear. The blue-robed, Elaron, as he called himself, leaned against a tree, dropping everything on the dusty roads.
"Maybe I should go once again?" he asked himself loudly. He is SURELY nuts... "We need some more food, as the roads still have the traps the King once set on them, so as to repel the uprising rebels..."
"And we could surely use this as an evidence for the farmers that you belong to the local hunters' guild, rather than the one which still remains secret." Gathral -- or Arshadin, as the salamander said he could call him this way -- leapt from Hanahr's shoulder, giving off a strange squeezy sound, as if a plushie was squeezed. "Deem my words unnecessary and I daresay that you shall be crushed under their pitchforks. Or the Count shall step into the action..."
Hanahr watched the two of them shiver, as the latter words were told. Who, by the Nine Divines, is he? Another foe? The sole survivor from Jordgland was again enchained by his immeasurable curiosity and thirst for knowledge, to wherever it would lead him.
"...Knowing about all of your enemies will not help you destroy them - they are not your main enemy. You, Hanahr, are the biggest enemy of yourself..."
The words that his helper once told him still echoed in his mind, and he decided he should better hold his tongue. And that was quite true, as when they encountered the first evil figments down there, he had to fight himself for a moment, as to whether to run away and let the others fight or by draining all his wisdom and strength trick his foes and thrust them with a mortal backstab.
Hanahr gasped!
He can extract feelings from my mind!
"Might as well notice that BEFORE thinking about that, youngling." a strange grin crept the lizard's scaly face, as he asked to lift him onto Hanahr's hands. A sense of warmth and coziness enchained his spirit and the soothing gaze fully calmed him down. "But heed my words, never should you forget them."
As they talked to each other, Elaron quickly got out of sight, most probably to hunt a few more deers and lions. He was a swift man, mostly known for his stealth abilities of sneak, disarming of traps and camouflage. He could evade almost any obstacle on their way, no matter on foot or while riding on the horse. Yet, Elaron was a strange fellow, not to mention certain aspects of his personality, such as humour, friendliness and optimism in times of terrible need.
Hanahr lay back on the grassy floor (and that was a strange thing to see, as the grass never grew on simple rock) with his salamander beside him.
"No worries, my friend. Not for now. You must rest..."
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OOC: And I thought that I shall be the one who revives the thread... Good job, TA 
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MightyMage
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posted June 03, 2006 01:20 AM |
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It had been about a week and already The Doctor's latest invention was nearly completed. He called it the M.O.L.E. which stood for Microscopic Observer and Life Eradicator. His original plan had involved a huge machine capable of tunneling underground and bringing down buildings with it's earthquaking capabilities however the resulting sonic waves would have made it easily detectible plus with it's size they may have stood a chance at damaging the foundation of his own lab. That would have been too risky even for a mad man. Instead, Doctor Stone went with the exact opposite. A small robotic unit or rather several small robotic units similar to what this planet used to refer to as nano technology. The Doctor had not used small robots since his first attack years ago. Back then he had limited resources and not many choices for power sources. At one point he had built a small rover powered by nothing more then a gerbil constantly running on a wheel. It had been good for mapping out a few of his enemy's locations but ceased it's activities upon the gerbil's death. Living amongst nothing but robots, The Doctor had forgotten that the gerbil had to eat and thus had starved it to death.
"Sir, E-Bot has returned with a report." called out Link in his near monotone metallic voice. "He believes it to be urgent."
"Right right...uh wait, which one is that?" The Doctor had been the creator of thousands of robotic units and as smart as he claimed to be the time was few and far between when he could actually remember what they had been programmed to do.
"E-Bot sir is short for Ebon Robot. Your small black scouting unit. You created him two weeks ago." If Link's face could show emotion one could see his circuits strained every time he had to deal with The Doctor's memory or lack there of.
"Oh right right. I knew that Link. I was simply testing your knowledge. I wanted to make sure you were still up to date and all that."
Link's eyes flared slightly brighter. Of course sir.
Near one of the diagnostic terminals The Doctor found E-Bot pacing back and fourth. At times he questioned the programing of certain robots and now seemed to be another one of those times. Since when did a robot pace? A machine, yes highly advanced but still a non-living machine with no feelings or emotions. Perhaps he had coded this one similar to Link who expressed several functions almost human-like. The Doctor walked up to the mumbling robot who jumped in response to his approach.
"Uh Doctor Stone, sir, E-Bot reporting sir."
"Yes What is it? Come now. Out with it."
"Well sir I was spying on the Commander like you told me and issuing my reports to the computer but I overheard something that couldn't simply be filed away. I have to tell you sir. It's URGENT!"
What? What is so Urgent?
"What they were saying sir. Apparently they have acquired a weapon unlike anything we have ever dealt with before. It was created by him. The Crown. Somehow the Commander and his troops have gained access to these weapons and he wishes to use them against you...against us."
"Really. I thought Link said that he would never dare attack my base. There is no way he could win. My ComBots would severely out number him. Hmmph, I have nothing to worry about. Anything else E-Bot?"
"Well he did mention something about the return of chaos but I left before he elaborated."
That's right, their shall be a return a Chaos. After I have destroyed that meddeling commander I shall take Vale and The Crown. The world will fall to their knees. The Doctor brushed his fingers through his short black hair and grinned in spite of the attack soon to reach his Headquarters.
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
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posted June 03, 2006 12:41 PM |
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Barker:
"LOAD UP ON GUNS, you dogs."
Barker commanded the 47 Dogs that were left.
"We take the Robot base today."
Barker indicated to a few scientists at the side.
They rolled out a container, opened it, and three large, menacing robots stepped out. Their heads and limbs hung limp, no lights were on.
Barker lined up the handheld Cannon, pulled the trigger, and fired.
The green beam travelled at ultralight speed, at perfect accuracy and hit the middle robot square in the chest.
A green light then enveloped the robot from that spot, travelling over until the robot, which was slightly touching the other two, swallowed both of those too. All three disappeared instantly.
"Forget conservation of mass. They're gone. And so will Dr. Death be, ye hear?" He indicated again to the scientists.
A projection of Northwesteastsouthnorth Vale came up on the screen behind him.
"We travel in the underground capsule network system, which has recently been tunneled to behind the Robot base, which is.... here. We come up here, attack from behind, from the North. But they are robots, right. They'll detect us. So we need a decoy, so they bring their defences to the front. I don't care how good this gun is, we're going for minimal casualties, see? Ghar. We send in a figment military army, in from the South. The robots go out, shoot them up, and we sneak in and blow the place to shreds. Too easy. Into the capsules. We attack at the crack of dawn."
He zipped up his battlesuit. Too bad robots didn't bleed. Barker loves bloodshed.
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MightyMage
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posted June 21, 2006 01:34 AM |
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"Link, prepare the ComBots. Archer, gather your sniping units and power up their guns. You, what's your name?
"Reco sir. My designation suggests that I manage the search and destroy units known as M.O.L.E. I was activated two days ago and approximately 4:39 in the afternoon."
"Ah yes, my moles. The Captain will be in for quite a surprise come his attack. While I push out countless numbers of ComBots he will have no choice but to attempt to gun them down all the while my moles will be tunneling right beneath him. Link it's so genius. How could it not work?"
"Sir, probabilities suggest that you stand an 87% chance of successfully fending off your enemy. However that is only under the assumption that the Captain has no knowledge of M.O.L.E."
"My Moles are too small for his systems to detect. Right now Link I am Invincible. Unstoppable. I can't wait to personally grab that pitiful excuse of a leader and give him a first hand taste of my Mechinizer. Once I'm through with him he will be nothing more then one of my robotic slaves."
"Sir, wasn't the Mechinizer originally designed for medical purposes? To replace amputated limbs or help those people who were born without?"
That was what I originally intended it for yes but things have changed. They thought me to be mad so I will show them mad. First the Captain then all of Vale.
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
want to be! - OhforfSake
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posted November 06, 2006 01:18 PM |
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Barker:
The makeshift army of mutated peasants marched forwards in unison, as a thousand cataracted eyes stared forwards into nothing. But it was not nothing they were marching to. It was sure death. But they didn't care, they didn't know, they couldn't figure it out. They couldn't even figure out that a thousand eyes meant 500 people. Not that they all had exactly two eyes of course.
They were figments. Zombies, if you like. Minus the brain eating part. Figments like these never came out right, but they were following orders, so who cares right? Barker set them to march from A (Vale) to B (Robot HQ) from the south.
The feet stopped. The towering fortress of shaped steel stood before them. Had they reached their target? Or was this just a mere impediment, albeit it large and ominous? They didn't care. Not one bit. Not even as they were ripped to shreds of flesh as bullets tore them apart like a hot knife through butter.
Arms flailed, lucky shots were pulled off, but it was more of a slaughter than a fight as seemingly endless robots poured out from the fort, a metal wave of destruction. The robots kept firing upon the mind-dead civilians, their glowing circular eye unblinking as it saw the bodies collapse upon the dusty, desert floor.
Around 400 meters from the site, 40 pods emerged seamlessly from the ground inside the fortress, from 40 meters underground, and 40 of the Land's greatest soldiers stepped out, and unlocked the lascannons.
The dogs were ready to tangle.
Yet there, out of the shadows of the room stepped out the madman behind this all, in all his scientific glory.
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