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Monday, April 14th, 2008
12:17 pm	Medical Journal - Voice --Voice Log Entry— --Medical File— --Report 087 – Subject Voice Bradley— Medical file… eighty seven for subject Bradley, Voice of the Lord Emissary. Self diagnosis of initial biological… ::sigh:: I don’t know, modification I guess. Modification due to ingestion of Danahi biological matter and infusion of Silithus blood into subject’s blood stream. I am experiencing many side effect to these modifications. Horrible nightmares. After sleeping I awoke in a cold sweat with feelings of exhaustion and hunger. The Herald, also having been modified in the same sort of way, though quantities of Danahi ingestion and Silithus blood infusion is not known, we both seem to exhibit this same side effect. I didn’t ask what his dream was about because I was too mortified by my own dream to want to know. Dream consisted of… of… killing and feasting upon Usu… upon a Danahi victim. Even now, the thought of that dream terrifies me yet my body wants me to act upon these… instincts? I don’t know. I’m also experiencing severe appetite loss. I tried to force myself to eat but I couldn’t. I wanted to make myself just eat something, yet something stopped me. I don’t know what I can do or if I’m capable of doing anything about my appetite. I may have to resort to tube feeding or maybe even IV to keep myself nourished. I am not going to let myself give into what it wants… I’m not going to do that to Usul. I’d never do that to him. ::sigh:: I’m going to need help with this… >click< Vice Lord Emissary to the med lab please. >click< I need to see if we have courses for medical training on here. I really should know these things… Anyway. I’m worried about myself and the Herald. I don’t know if this will go away on it’s own or not. I don’t know if the damage is permanent or if we might be going through some sort of withdraw as our body tries to correct the things that have happened to it. I am going to recommend to the Lord Emissary that at least myself be confined to the med lab until we get somewhere on finding the Herald and myself a cure or until this malady has run it’s course. I am also going to recommend that Usul be kept away from the two of us until such a time as well. The look on his face when we woke up from our nightmares… he was terrified of us. I don’t want him to see me like this. In the short time I’ve known him, he’s made such effort to be my friend and I want to be his in return. But I can’t while I’m like this… My goal is first to figure out if this condition is permanent. If it is, then research a possible cure or reversal to the ‘blood fiend’ process. One that could be used not only to save us, but to save the millions upon millions of slaves who have been turned into blood fiends and destroy the army the Silitis have been building. Also to determine the reason for the Silithis infusing us wish such large quantities of their own blood. What it could be doing to us or what kind of advantage it could give them over us, and if there is any way to remove it from our system without harming us too much. >beep< Brad, are you ok? Oh, yes Vice Lord, one moment. Umm… Where was I… Oh yes. So, these are my intended goals. I will begin taking action immediately to find a way to cure this condition as fast as possible. End Transmission. --Voice Log Ended— --Voice Log 163 Saved— --Report 083 Updated - Subject Voice Bradley — (Comment on this)
Monday, March 17th, 2008
1:37 am	WoW - Look Both Ways Before Crossing Un’Goro Auir and Xerxen had been friends for years. They had practically grown up together and did almost everything together. When one got into trouble, the other was always there to bail them out. Years ago, when the two thought about leaving Silvermoon to seek fame and fortune out in the wilds of Azeroth, neither of them thought they’d find themselves in a place such as Un’Goro Crater. Literally on just about the opposite side of the world from their home, Un’Goro seemed to be a land untouched by time. Ancient, giant creatures roamed the wilds of Un’Goro and almost all of them seemed to have a thirst for blood. After all they’d been through, the wilds of Un’Goro seemed to be the first thing to ever strain the long standing friendship the two Bloodelves. Surrounded by the untamed wilds, the two argued yet again about the events that had brought them here. “I’ve told you already but I’ll tell you again. I don’t see any profit in going to the Outlands! All I hear about is those who go through the damnable gate but I hear very little about anyone coming back! Sure, the reports say we’re pressing ever onward but who can believe the reports. They say it’s going well so more dimwitted saps are lured into that hell!” Auir looked to his friend and shook his head. “So, I’m dimwitted now for wanting to go to the Outlands? How the hell can you complain about the danger of the outlands when we’re walking though this bug infested, giant lizard death trap! And for what? Because some HUMAN said they needed help collecting their lost gear? Why the hell can’t he get it himself?!” Xerxen threw his hands into the air. “You saw that sorry sap! He couldn’t survive out here. What such an ill prepared sort were doing in these wilds I have no idea, nor do I care but he has gold and he’s willing to part with it! That’s all that matters.” “I’d like to think our lives are worth a BIT more than the meager amounts of gold he’s offered us. You realize that we’ll probably be able to sell that axe you found off that dwarf corpse for more than he’ll pay us, right?” “And if we hadn’t accepted the job to get his gear, we wouldn’t have FOUND that axe, now would we?” Auir looked almost as red as his robes as he tried to say something, but anger choked his words down. Xerxen turned and started to cross yet another mossy clearing in Un’Goro when he stopped. It seemed quite all of a sudden, and not just because Auir hadn’t found his voice yet. That silence didn’t last long as he felt Auir bump into him as he stormed out into the clearing. “Of all the idiotic things! Because we got LUCKY this is somehow a good idea?! Being here? There were job postings for collecting valuable artifacts or that request to hunt down those owlbeasts which we know how to fight, but NO! You decide we should come HERE where we’ve almost been eaten by every should-be-extinct creature in existence!” As if in response to Auir saying they should be extinct, a deafening roar sounded from just outside the clearing. A giant head, loomed through the trees, staring at Auir as he stood in the middle of the clearing. This creature could only be one thing, a devilsaur. The two had heard rumors of such creatures, but figured it was just some explorer scared off by a larger than average raptor. This most certainly was no raptor though. It burst through the trees and stood taller than even a sea giant. It’s small beady eyes glared down at Auir as it again opened it’s gigantic maw and roared, the sound causing the elf to cover his ear. Auir rose his staff to the sky and purple runes appeared around him as a tall armored figure appeared before. It glowered down at him as it clutched a wicked looking axe in one hand. “Why have you summoned me.” The devilsaur answered by again bellowing at it’s intended prey and the felguard quickly spun around to face the enormous creature. “What in the Abyss is that?!” the demon yelled as it clutched it’s axe in both hands. “What it is doesn’t matter, attack it!” “Are you mad Highborne? Even I know my limits. I am not throwing myself at a monster such as that.” Auir started to turn red again and black energy started to seep from his hands as he clutched his staff. “Do not disobey me! You WILL follow my command or I will banish you to a realm that terrify even the likes of you!” The felguard growled by didn’t say anything more as he turned to face the giant devilsaur trying to figure out how to fight such a beast. The beast started to lower it’s head down, looking like it was about ready to charge the warlock and his demon. Auir turned to where Xerxen was to see what if he had any ideas on how to take care of this creature, but the other elf was nowhere to be seen. “Damnit Xerxen! How could you run out on me at a time like this?” he swore under his breath as he started to call upon the dark energies to attack his foe. Before he could summon enough energy the beast started to charge. He braced himself as his felguard charged forward. The devilsaur lowered it’s head and butted at the demon as the demon swung it’s axe at the creature. Though the devilsaur towered stories above the demon the demon’s unnatural strength caused the two to stale mate, powering against each other. A rustle in the branches above caught Auir’s attention and as he looked up he saw Xerxen dropping down from above directly over the giant dinosaur, landing on it’s back, dagger and sword sinking into it’s scaly skin. Auir actually felt a moment of satisfaction as the creature didn’t even seem to flinch at the attack, the sword and dagger probably little more than a mosquito bite to it. He normally wouldn’t be happy at his friend’s misfortune but the day’s events had just made him bitter. Xerxen franticly held on as the devilsaur thrashed around at the demon below him. He quickly realized that if he was going to hurt this creature, he wasn’t going to do it from back here. He slowly tried climbing the creature’s back, using his blades to find holds in the creatures thick flesh, making his way up to the monster’s head. Hopefully it would find a blade to the eye a bit more uncomfortable than a blade in the back. Auir watched his friend slowly climb the beast as it and his demon fought. The felguards attacks were almost as ineffectual as the devilsaur’s but Auir could tell that the demon was on the losing side of this conflict. Luckily for Auir he had built up enough power to attack the dinosaur but he held back. He was going to gather as much power as he could. His friend’s leaping attack and his demon’s efforts showed him that no normal blast of fel energy would be enough to wound this creature. He needed to take this monster out in one blast or he might not get another chance to attack it. Slowly a dark black and blue aura of arcane energies pulsed from him as he drew power deep from the Abyss. The fight was starting to go poorly for Xerxen and the felguard. The demon’s strength was almost gone as the devilsaur kept biting and stomping at him. Xerxen was barely able to make his way up the creature’s neck as it flailed around. The beast spun around with agility that surprised both the elf and the demon as it’s thick tail slammed into the demon, knocking it back past Auir. Auir didn’t even flinch as his summoned pet flew by him. He felt more power than he had ever allowed flow through him coursing through his blood. It was intoxicating this kind of power, but he had to control himself and pay attention to the creature, because now it’s attention was upon him. It glared at him as it gave another might roar and started to charge towards him. It opened it’s mouth and lunged for the warlock trying to snap him up in one bite. The sound that run through the jungle a moment later was unlike anything any of the creatures of Un’Goro had ever heard before. If Auir could give the sound the massive discharge of energy gave a name, he would have called the sound pure anger. As the jaws of the might beast closed in on him, looming down over him in slow motion, he held his hands forth, clutching his arcane staff and let all of the energy he held within him out in one might strike. The bolt hit the beast square in the chest with such force, that for a moment the beast was weightless. The next thing that happened was the gut wrenching sound of flesh, bone and the internal workings of a living being getting ripped apart. The force was so strong that it caused a massive eruption out of the back of the creature, sending blood and tissue flying, spattering onto the trees and jungle round all around. The mighty beast seemed to hover there for a few moments as Auir stepped out from under the beast and then its massive frame collapsed into a heap. As the blast penetrated the devilsaur the shock sent ripples through it’s body. So powerful were they that anything holding onto the creature, like say Xerxen, would have been hurled off of it. This is the fate the elf was now facing as he found himself flying through the air wildly. He was barely able to see the tree branches he was sailing past and was quickly able to grab onto one and stop his wild descent to the solid ground below. He sighed with relief as he hung there, 30 feet above the ground covered in dinosaur blood. Auir looked at the fallen monster and then turned to look for his demon. The felguard was picking itself up off the ground and came walking back to its master. “Do you have any further need of me, or can I leave this place?” Auir waved his hand at the creature, “You’re dismissed. Be gone.” The felguard bowed it’s head and a cloud of blackened smoke surrounded it and in a blink of an eye, it was gone. “Well… that was a little excessive, wasn’t it?” Auir looked up to his friend hanging form the tree and shrugged. “I didn’t see you doing anything of use.” “I was just about to deal that creature a mighty blow, but someone had to go and overdo it.” Xerxen had started to climb down the tree. Once he reached the ground he picked up his weapons he had dropped so he could hold onto the branch. After ‘cleaning’ them off some with his blood soaked cloak he sighed and shook his head. “You must be enjoying the sight of me. Hanging from a tree, covered in blood after you explode the insides of a giant devilsuar.” “Enjoying myself? Why would you say that?” “Because you’re grinning like an idiot.” Auir was grinning and he shrugged again. “I may be grinning, but you’re the idiot. What in the name of the Sunwell were you thinking jumping out of a tree onto that thing?” “It seemed like a good idea a the time.” Xerxen walked over to the corpse of the devilsaur and whistled. “So, I guess the damn thing is real. Or, was rather. Hmm… I think I’m going to get one of it’s hands.” Auir wrinkled his nose at the comment. “Why in the Abyss would you do such a thing?” “Well, to prove no only that it DID exist, but that WE were strong enough to kill it! It might sell for a good bit of coin too.” “What do you mean we were strong enough? I did all the work.” “I distracted it so you could get in the killing blow!” Xerxen feigned being hurt by the comment as he walked around to the front of the beast. Auir didn’t follow as he heard his friend hacking away at the creature. “By the Sun this thing’s skin is tough! Break damnit! Break! Aaah… there we go.” He came walking around to Auir and nodded. “So… I was going to tell you earlier but I heard that there’s these crystals that they’ve been finding in Silithus. People are making a fortune off of…” “No! We are going to the Outlands after this. I am done facing off against monsters that should be long dead! Besides, I just saved your life, so you owe me.” “Now hold on just a minute, I don’t see how I owe…” Xerxen cut himself short as a dark aura started to swirl around Auir. “Or, Outland… There could be a lot of possibilities in the Outlands.” The aura faded around Auir but he still glared at Xerxen and they started making their way through the jungle again. “No more of your hair brained schemes. Ever since we joined this Tusk and Claw guild you heard about, you’ve been leading us to these forsaken lands trying to make a quick gold. When we get to the Outlands I don’t want to see you leaping at every money making opportunity that may come along. Rumor has it there may be a source of power that could replace the Sunwell there and we won’t be able to find it if you are trying to copper and silver every poor sap who needs someone to complete some menial task!” “I do no such thing! I just know that we have services to offer! We can be useful to others!” “But you don’t care about anyone else!” “I know, but I do care about their money. Or the reward they could offer should we complete their task for them! I mean think about…” As he spoke there was a sudden crunching noise under foot. Both Xerxen and Auir looked down to see a bunch of small purple eggs gathered together in a small hole, one of the eggs oozing it’s contents after Xerxen had stepped on it. “What in the?” As Auir looked up he heard a hissing coming from all around him. He and Xerxen stood back to back and looked into the trees. Eight large raptors emerged from the shadows of the trees as they found themselves in the middle of a raptor nest. Auir sighed and shook his head. “Figures…” Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
3:41 am	Finding Control The beating seemed to last forever. Every kick, every punch, it all hurt just as much as the first. Brad's body was battered and already bruising from the sever punishment, but he couldn't do anything to fight back. How could he? Didn't he deserve all of this? "How could you?! You just abandon me? You look for Jeremie but you didn't come to find ME?!" Another swift kick caught Brad in the jaw and he flopped backwards, blood pouring from his mouth and a deep gash along his cheek. He looked up to the blurry figure above him. He could feel the rage seeping from every pour of his attacker. The betrayal that they felt. "G...Geremy... Please... stop..." His plea was cut off as a large boot stomped down on his chest, knocking all of the air from his lungs. Brad didn't know how he was able to survive this beating. He just prayed for darkness to take him so he wouldn't have to feel the assault or the guilt from the words being thrown at him. He wasn't sure which actually hurt worse, but he wanted all of it to stop. "You just leave me behind? And for what? HIM?!" He sees a blurry finger point and Brad turns his head to look. He gasps as he sees Tracy standing there. He reaches an arm out towards him, but the now teenage boy looks frightened and pulls away. A boot comes down on his hand and slams it into the ground. He can feel bones snapping and he yells loudly. He feels two arms lift him up by his tattered shirt and he looks at the figure. A blurry form that looks like his father is holding him. "I see we didn't matter at all to you either. A knee slams into Brad's gut as he feels a fist from behind him digging into a kidney. "Your mother? Your brother and sister? Me? Where were you son? You let us down by not showing up! Do you know how disappointed we are of you?!" His heart began to break like his bones were as he took the verbal abuse. "No... No! I.. I was going to... But, they turned me into a monster!" Laughter erupted from his Geremy and Brad's father. "You were always a monster! You only hurt those around you. It's what you've always done, but now you just have the claws to make it obvious to all of those who are near you." They spoke in unison and Brad shook his head, blood dripping down his face and body. "No... no, you're wrong..." "You couldn't even save me." Brad's eyes went wide as he looked back towards Tracy. The young boy was still there, but standing next to him was Tracy as he was before he was reincarnated. At least, Brad thought that's who it was, the image was hard to make out and blurry in his eyes. "You could have stopped me Brad. You LET me die. You let them turn me into THAT!" He points to the young version of himself and the smaller Tracy cowers away from his older self. "Leave me alone! I didn't let you die! I... I didn't know how to save you!" A fist from behind him slams into his head and the hands holding him up let him go. He crumples to the ground and coughs out blood. Geremy and his father move slowly over and the 3 blurry images surround Tracy. He looks at each of them, and Brady can see terror in his eyes. "No... no! Leave him alone! C...come back over here... He's been through enough!" The blurry images look back at him. Wicked smiles clear on their face. The older Tracy raises a hand and swings for the boy. "Noooo!!" The sound of the hand hitting young Tracy was deafening in Brad's ears. He felt something inside of him. A rage he was becoming all too familiar with. A wild, feral anger that was telling him to make those who hurt him pay. His body started to convulse as he felt the change taking over. They were laughing as one of the other images swung and struck at Tracy. "Stop!!" It was barely a word. It sounded more like an animal's cry of pain. He reached towards Tracy though he was well out of reach and he notices his deformed hand. Dark fur started growing over it before his eyes and long wicked grey claws started to jut from his finger tips. His vision started to turn red as the anger and hatred started to consume him. A sudden flash took over his senses. A vision. A brief glimpse from when Tracy woke from his reincarnation. The look in his eyes. The sudden lunge to cling to Brad. Holding Tracy close to him, feeling the terror in the young boy as he realized what almost happened to him. As quick as the vision was there, it was gone. One thought went clearly through his mind, cutting through the haze of hatred and anger. "He needs you." He felt his body move on it's own. He had no control of it. He lunged forward. Those laughing and striking at young Tracy not even turning to pay him any attention. A large clawed hand swung out and ripped into the flesh of one of Tracy's attackers. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap. There was nothing more than a blur of fangs and claws and then they were all dead. He turned, blood dripping from his muzzle as he looked down at young Tracy. The boy stood there, looking up to the giant werewolf before him. Brad could not take his eyes off the young boy, he knelt down to him. Blood was spattered across Tracy's face as their eyes stayed locked. All the rage in Brad was gone. He felt in total control while he stared into the boy's eyes. The boy suddenly looked past Brad, his eyes opening wide in terror. As if Brad could see behind him, he saw the three bloody figures of those he thought he killed rise behind him and strike down at him with three gleaming silver daggers. The pain was unbelievable as they sunk into his flesh. "Aaaah!!" Brad sat up in a hurry, almost throwing the young boy in his arms off of him. The others in the small makeshift camp woke at the yell. "What the hell?" His alpha, Shawn looked to him startled at first. When everyone realized nothing was wrong he asked, "What's wrong with you?" "I... I'm sorry. I just... I had some sort of nightmare." Brad looked down to Tracy who looked up to him with worry in his eyes. "I'm ok. I'm ok now." Shawn shook his head and laid back down, along with the rest of the rag tag group. "Well, go back to sleep. These next few days are going to be a bitch." Brad continued to look into Tracy's eyes, and slowly the worry in the young boy's face melted away and he smiled. A small hand reached up and rubbed at Brad's cheek. The touch slowed Brad's racing heart and he let out a heavy sigh. "I'll protect you Tracy... Always. I promise." The boy nodded silently. Brad laid back down and put his arm around Tracy protectively. Tracy laid down and nestled himself snuggly against the larger man and soon, everyone was asleep again. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
12:11 pm	Wild Child. I had this dream last night. Note, there wasn't really any narrative. It was mostly just me for some reason following this young child as he did what is described below. It was a strange dream, but it was one I wanted to write out because, I remember it, which is rare, and it was different for a dream of mine. A young boy entered a building unnoticed when there should be no way he could go unseen. If anyone would have seen him, he would have looked like your normal 12 to 13 year old boy, the main difference is that this one was almost completely naked and moved stooped over, almost moving around on all fours. He was someplace he didn't belong, but he was also someplace he knew he had to be. There was someone he had to find here, and he had to save them. He didn't know their name, or even what they looked like. He just knew they were there. They were up. Up in this large structure somewhere. The building the child was in was nothing more unusual than a sky scraper in down town New York City. People went through this building daily. Many people worked there. No one was aware of anything unusual about it. But that doesn't mean that there wasn't. The masses are unaware of many things that go on in this world. It's why this boy was here. Someone was becoming aware, and they were in danger because of it. The boy moved through the crowd with ease, unseen by everyone though in plain sight. He saw an elevator door open, and though, not sure of exactly what it was, he knew it would take him where he needed to go. He crawled in and huddled in the back corner behind a couple other occupants. It slowly rose until the door opened on the 21st floor. He crawled out and was greeted by the sight of what looked like a second lobby. This lobby was almost empty. It was lavish and had plush chairs and couches and very expensive decorations all around. Hanging red tapestries waved lazily in the air conditioned hall, gold rimmed mirrored walls were everywhere. The child ignored these though as he moved through the hall, still unseen to any eyes that looked his way. He was close. Very close. He would find the one he's look for very soon. He moved through a hall way to a door. The child could tell the person was on the other side of the door in this room. They were alone currently. The child reached up to the handle. He knew that once he saw this individual, they would be able to see him. That everyone would be able to see him and he'd no longer be able to hide. His life, as well as the life of this individual would be in danger the moment the door opened. But, it was a risk the child needed to take. The one he's looking for was here because he was becoming aware of things and that would mean they'd kill him, or worse, and that couldn't be allowed. Somehow, this person was special, and he needed to be saved. The child turned the handle and pushed the door open. There was a single man sitting in a chair. He looked to the child and his eyes widened a little. Not in shock or surprise. It was like he just realized he knew what was going on. No words were spoken. None needed to be. The man stood and the child motioned for him to follow. The moment they were back out in the grand hall, they were spotted. They ran. They didn't stop to listen to the commands to stop where they were. They just ran. There was a large stair case that went down. It seemed to spiral down a few floors. Whoever owned these floors must have it to connect them all with this stair. The boy was leaping entire sections of the stairs at a time as the man he was here to save ran down them as fast as he could, skipping as many as possible with out tripping. They could tell there were people following them, but they were descending the stairs faster than most of them. A couple were keeping up with them. Once they got to the lowest floor of this part of the building, they needed to find the regular stairs down so they could get to the ground level. The boy jumped over the railing skipping a landing of stairs altogether to find that they were as low as they could now go on these stairs and their need to find another way down was very urgent. The sound of feet thundering down the stairs was impossible to ignore. Men were shouting, the boy and the one he was trying to protect looked around. It looked like they were in another lobby and this one had more people in it, but they seemed to be just civilians. None of them came after them, most looked on in fear as they saw a mostly naked child and man who were obviously being perused by the building security. The boy more sensed someone behind him almost having descended to the floor they were on. With out looking, the child jumped into the air and spun around to look at their pursuer. He raised his fists, clenched tightly behind his head as he hurtled himself towards their oncoming attacker. The man looked up at the child. No shock or surprise in this move. He looked angry instead. The child could tell that this person in front of him was more than just a normal human being. He knew that this person is dangerous. He knew he couldn't hold back. The boy's fists erupted into flame and as he landed, he slammed his fists into the ground and fire erupted towards the attacker. The people started to scream. That's where I woke up from my dream. (Comment on this)
Monday, August 20th, 2007
1:40 am	The Fall of the King of Blades - Dusk Life was good. Bradley Wanke, or the King of Blades as he was known through out the Empire, couldn't ask for much more from life. He was was the owner and current title holder of The Arena, one of the most successful entertainment spots in the Empire and also a military advisor for the Emperor. Not that there was much for a military adviser to do in these peaceful times, but this didn't bother the King of Blades. He hoped his skills in battle and war would have to be used as seldom as possible outside of his Arena. He was a man who felt like he had everything one could possibly want. He had two loving and caring husbands and between them, he raised 6 wonderful children. His husbands, Tracy and Chris, were both successful in their own rights, claiming territories in the Empire early on and both are loved and successful rulers. He'd give advice in their dealings when asked, but mostly he preferred to stay out of politics. He could have had an entire planet claimed to be his but he turned down the opportunity to let those who he felt were more attuned to such a thing than him. He was proud of all of his children. All, of them had so much promise. All so talented in their own right and all of them were finding their places in the world. It pained Brad to see them all grow up so fast, especially his eldest Joe who was quickly making his way up in the ranks of the arena, taking after his old man. He could remember when Joe was born, how amazed he was, not only at the fact that he somehow could give birth to a child, but how bringing life into the world could make him feel so peaceful at the same time. And now, here he was a young man, setting out and carrying on the family legacy Brad had started. Joe would be a great warrior, powerful, just like him. Someday anyway. Life continued to be good until one day, somehow, a mysterious artifact was uncovered from under the Earth. It had been found somewhat by accident, a group of individuals investigating a source of great power that had somehow managed to make itself known only recently. When it was unearthed, a great darkness spread across the face of the earth, covering a good portion of what was once the United States, encasing it and it's people in an unholy darkness. The day this artifact, known as The Heart of Darkness, was released from its reseting place underground events were set in motion which would change the King of Blades life forever. The Heart of Darkness was obviously an artifact of great evil, trying to free itself from it's confines, but once it reached the surface, the Emperor ordered that it be guarded. They were able to move it back underground, but the darkness that had spread across the land did not retreat. The Emperor and his most trusted advisers and friends, which included The King of Blades and his son Joseph, went to the site of the Heart to see what could be done about trying to remove the darkness from the land. Upon entering the gloom, The King of Blades could feel something calling to him. He could feel the heartbeat of the Heart itself and they were still hundreds of miles from the actual site. The closer he would get, the louder the beating heart would become. His own pulse seemed to echo it's rhythm and he found it hard to concentrate. Joseph also seemed to have troubles keeping his focus but when asked of the two would like to turn around, but claimed they would be fine. Entering the chamber was almost maddening to the King of Blades. He could barely see straight. His body almost seemed to work on it's own, drawing him to the cave the Heart rested in. Those around him worried about his condition but he assured them that he would be fine. Joseph faired only slightly better than his father as the entire group made their way into the cave. When he laid his eyes upon the Heart, Brad knew that somehow, he and it were connected. He didn't know how, but he felt it. It called to him. He could feel every fiber of his being being drawn to it. Then he thought he heard it. A call. A plea of sorts. A voice he knew he heard only in his mind. It said "Son... Son, help me..." With speed that surprised everyone in the cave he bolted forward. His mind was so clouded with the pulsing of the Heart and the voice in his mind that he couldn't hear the protests from the Emperor or the fearful cry from his son. He reached the heart and held out his hand to it. His palm touched the beating black flesh of the heart. And before he knew what was happening, fingers emerged from the heart and wrapped around his hand. Their touch did something to him. Changed him. He could feel it coursing through his body. Pain, and unbelievable cold started to fill him. He yelled in pain and tried to pull away. His son and others rushed forward to help the King of Blades as he struggled with the unknown being inside the Heart. Black tendrils of energy whipped out at those pressing forward. Most were thrown away from the heart by the attacks, but Joseph was just able to avoid the lashes of the darkness and grabbed at his father's shoulders. Joseph's shouts of pain started to echo his fathers, as flames started to lick up around his fingers where he touched his father, and slowly made their way down the rest of his body. Their minds taken over by this pain, only instinct drove the two to pull as hard as they could to escape from the Heart. They both pulled with all their might and suddenly the heart gave way and they fell backwards, pulling a third figure back with them, this figure seeming to have been pulled out of the Heart itself. The second the three of them hit the floor the black tendrils of energy disappeared and the Emperor and the rest of his men ran froward. Horror was on all their faces as they looked down at the three unconscious individuals. They could barely make out The King of Blades or his son. Though their features were mostly the same, they were now twisted and contorted into monstrous visages with horns reaching out from their heads. Joseph seemed little changed beyond that, but the King of Blades seemed to be missing his lower half. His leggings and armor laid near the Heart while now only a faint, grayish fog seemed to be where his legs once were. The third individual seemed similar to the King of Blades, his lower half missing and his head crowned in horns. Brad and Joe were taken immediately to an Imperial hospital while the third individual was taken to a medical center on the moon prison which was run by Belstephen Je'dai. The three were kept under a quarantine until all three were awake about two weeks later. The first memory Brad had after waking up wasn't of the tests that were performed on him to make sure this strange 'disease' he contracted would spread. It wasn't of the briefings he went to to try and explain what had happened and why he had done was he had done. The first, and most vivid memory he had after waking up was of the look on Chris and Tracy's face when they saw him for the first time since his accident. It was a strange mixture of relief and terror. They were scared of him. It may have been that he hadn't fully been able to come to terms with what he looked like now, but he felt the sharp pain of betrayal at this. They did their best to talk with him once allowed, but he could tell that they fought to do so, that they had to force themselves to believe that it was him, and not some hideous monster they spoke with. His next disappointment came when he was first allowed to see Joseph. He could barely remember the hands on his back pulling at him. He wasn't told even after waking up that Joseph had also been 'infected' with whatever had happened to him and seeing his oldest looking twisted and deformed like him wrenched at his heart. Joseph tried to reassure his father that he was fine. Joe didn't look fine though. Brad just had a hard time believing him. The moment that the King of Blades was informed that there was a third, the one pulled from the Heart, he demanded to see him. The Emperor didn't think it wise at first for Brad to confront him, but then the prisoner himself started requesting the King of Blade's presence. The Emperor then allowed a meeting under maximum security so that maybe he and the others in the Empire could find out what had happened to drive his adviser to do what he had done. The meeting was setup and Brad's heart raced. Such a mixture of emotions were flooding through him. He didn't know what all he was feeling. He knew he wanted to be angry, mad at this individual for doing what it had done to him, but for some reason, he felt an excitement as well. And then he felt something else. The pulsing. The heartbeat. The closer he got to the prisoner's chambers, the louder the pulsing became. Brad was escorted into a room with a glass window. On the other side was complete darkness. Then, the lights turned on, and in front of him was someone he had never seen before, yet he knew he knew this person. This being looked a lot like he did now. As it's eyes met his, a smile slowly rose on it's lips. "Son... I knew you'd save me..." He wanted to be startled that this creature called him his son. Brad knew who his parents were. Yet, when it spoke the words, there was a truth in them that he could not deny. There was a feeling inside of him that allowed him to know that this creature in front of him was, in fact, his father. Brad stood staring for a bit. He didn't know what to say. Finally he found words. "How... How can this be? How can you be my father?" The other being nodded. "I know it's confusing. Your spirit was young when I forged the deal. But I had little choice. I had to find a way to protect you and your brother before the final conflict because I knew weather I wanted it or not, I would be involved." "What? Final conflict? Brother? What are you talking about father?" The being across from him went into great detail about how thousands of years ago, there was a great conflict that happened between a being known as the Creator and a group of beings known as Prime Evils. That, these prime evils saw an opportunity to strike against the Creator while he was weak and started a great war. The prime evils were confidant in their ability to overthrow the Creator but didn't expect him to have allies of great power and the 8 artifacts of creation gathered. He used them against the Prime Evils locking them all away into what we all called the Heart of Darkness. Having heard rumors of the 8 artifacts having been gathered and not desiring to be a part of this conflict against the Creator, he tried to find a way to remove himself from the fight. But the other Prime Evils would not allow it, his power being too great to let set at the sidelines. Having been young, he knew his sons would not fair well in this fight nor did he want them to suffer the results if they were all to fail, so he forged an alliance with a neutral party. The souls of his sons were to be kept dormant until the eye of the Creator rested and would no longer hunt for the Prime Evils should this war not go well for them. Once the Creator's eye was no longer looking for them, their souls would be released and allowed to be 'born' into the world of man once again. Brad listened to this story, not able to make heads or tails of it. He was being asked to believe that he was the son of something called a Prime Evil, which he assumed meant he was one himself. That somewhere out there, he had a brother out there somewhere, and that he was only born because something called the Creator was no longer looking for him? He shook his head and raised his hands. "Stop.. Please. None of this makes any sense to me. Who are you? And why did you do this to me?" "I am your father young Fvey. My name is Azriel. I am a djinn of the Ebon realms and I didn't do this to you. I am sorry that you don't remember your life before, but it's probably for the best. We djinn do not have the best reputation among the mortal and immortal beings. Most of our kind are power hungry megalomaniacs. Even I at one time was like the rest. Slowly, I began to realize that the paths I sought were only ones of self destruction and that such goals were not obtainable by our kind. I tried to change my ways, but the blood that flows through me did not make it easy. Djinn are power hungry by nature. It's like a humans desire for love. With out it, most feel empty or meaningless and they are constantly striving to experience it." "Fvey? Why did you call... Is.. Was that my name?" Azriel nodded. "It was. A long time ago." The King of Blades shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't wrap his mind around this. "But... but you turned us into this? Why?" "Us?" The djinn in the other room looked confused. "Your brother was not there." "Brother? No... I still don't know what you mean by brother... My son. My son was there, and when he tried to save me from the Heart he... He... Changed too." The older Djinn's eyes seemed to light up. "S...son? You have a son?" "I have 6 children. 5 sons and 1 daughter, but only Joseph was there when we... freed you." The elder djinn's face contorted. It looked like he was supposed to be overjoyed, but that the feeling itself was alien to him and his face didn't know how to express it properly. "Normally... It's very difficult for a djinn to create children... And you or your brother never seemed interested in offspring before... I didn't think I would ever be a... grandfather." His face slowly melted back to the one of calm resolve that he had been through most of the conversation. "May I see, Joseph, was it? If he's changed, he must be confused. Maybe I can help him." "It will be up to Joseph. And the Emperor. If they say it is ok, it is fine with me. I'll also see what I can do about getting you out of here. F...father." Azriel smiled again and and nodded. "Thank you. I understand their concern and am not uncomfortable here. I've been in much tighter spots before. But that's another story. Thank you for seeing me my son." Brad nodded and left. The Emperor did allow Joseph to see his grandfather sometime later and eventually the King of Blades was able to have Azriel released from the moon prison. Djinns were only things of the story books before this. But now Brad found himself and his son one, and he also now had one as a father. A father he never knew he had. As a show of good faith and as an apology to the Empire for the scare, Azreil gave them a rather detailed background on Djinns and their powers, abilities, and even weaknesses. He said that he hoped a day would never come where knowing how to imprison a djinn would be necessary but that if the Heart ever opened, all manner of djinns, as well as other Prime Evils would be let loose upon the universe. From that day forth, the Emperor made the Heart of Darkness off limits to all citizens of the Empire, and efforts to try and suppress the darkness went underway. Brad cared little for these efforts though. He mostly spent time with his family, especially Joeseph, trying to assure them that everything was alright. It became easier on everyone the day that he and Joseph figured out how to mask their forms and appear as they used to. When Brad did this though, he felt wrong. He felt like he was hiding something he shouldn't have to. The feeling confused him, but as time went on, he found that feeling getting stronger. One night, he woke up in a start. His was his 'natural' form. Somehow his disguise had fallen and he also realized he was alone. He put a hand to his head, and then he felt it. The pulse. He felt it in his fingertips. Then, it started to ring in his ears. The beating of the Heart of Darkness. He knew it all too well. It haunted him in his dreams and now it was still there even in his waking moments. He stood up and went to the window to look up into the sky. His gaze was drawn to a star shining off in the distance. That would be the Sol system. Where the planet Earth was and where the Heart was. He didn't remember coming up with the plan, but he knew he had to go to the Heart. Something was whispering to him to go there. It wanted him to help them. It told him of power that he didn't have and couldn't posses until the Heart was opened. He found himself intrigued. Interested in what this could be. Power? He was strong, but he could always be stronger. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be more powerful, was there? He convinced himself that he indeed needed to go there, if for nothing else, to find out what it is that was whispering to him. He dressed and summoned forth his sword, The Edge of Insanity, a blade created for him by his husband King Chris Cjarvi. Just in case he needed to... persuade the guards into letting him into the Heart's chamber. A chill started to spread through out Brad, but he didn't pay attention to it. A coldness that he felt only once before, when he last touched the heart and became the Djinn he was always supposed to be. As the coldness spread his mind began to swell with information. Powers. Abilities he could control as a djinn. One that could help him get to the Heart with little to no problem. That would take care of the guard issue, that's for sure. He raised his hand and a hole if inky blackness started to form in front of him. It expanded until it was large enough for him to walk through, thin black tendrils snaking out of the portal as if being blown in a soft breeze. He looked into the blackness and stepped forward. Very briefly, he felt himself surrounded in the darkness, and he felt like he was where he was supposed to be. This place he had stepped into somehow felt more like home than anywhere else he had ever been. He didn't have too long to contemplate this before another portal opened in front of him and he stepped out and the sound of the beating Heart of Darkness was almost deafening. As the portal closed behind him, he could feel the power that lay inside of the Heart. It had been telling him the truth. There was power inside of it. But not all of his was his power. Other beings were there. He could feel them. He could hear them calling out to him, knowing he was close. Knowing he could free them. But he didn't want to free them. These beings were strong and maybe stronger than him, even if he opened the Heart. If he opened it, he wanted ALL of the power. He started to grin a wicked grin as selfish thought, unlike those that have ever crossed his mind began to flood his brain. Maybe it was touching the heart itself that changed him, or maybe just entering the darkness, but somehow the King of Blades had changed. From a man of compassion and love to one of hate and corruption, to some it seemed as if he almost changed overnight. For now he stood in front of the Heart of Darkness, his sword gripped firmly in his hand trying to figure out this great puzzle presented before him. How to claim all the power of darkness for his own so he didn't have to share it with anyone else. Desires he'd never before dreamed of filled his heart as images of power beyond his imagination clouded his eyes. He were almost in a trance staring at the great Heart. It was only his training and combat reflexes that alerted him to the attack that came swiftly and silently from behind him. He flew into the air as the large sword cut through the space he once occupied. He turned, his own sword ready as he looked down at the figure that attacked him. A man dressed all in black and long blond hair. He in his post swing pose, not moving, not even looking up to where the King of Blades had moved to. He knew this man to be a vampire named Justin, one of the Empire's friends and charge of one of the Houses of the Empire. The King of Blades looked back further in the tunnel to see that Justin wasn't along and in fact had the Emperor and a few other guards and a dark hooded figure with him. "It looks like I was right my Emperor. He was driven mad by the change. Here he is, ready to open the Heart and doom us all, just as I had predicted." The voice sounded familiar to Brad. Just hearing the figure speak he knew that somehow, he was tied to this person. "Brad, what is the meaning of this? I didn't want to believe that you'd actually come here and try to open the Heart, but here you are. Explain yourself and make it quick." The King of Blades frowned. They must have had the chamber warded to warn someone if anyone entered the chamber. "I'm not here to open the Heart my Emperor. I am here to try and find out what it wants of me. I can feel it calling to me. Wanting me to be here with it, but I don't know why. Believe me when I say I do not desire to let out the creatures that reside within it." The cloaked figure steps forward. "What do you desire of it then, King of Blades?" The voice... He knew the voice. It sounded so familiar yet so different from any voice he's ever heard before. Shaking the thought from his mind he just grinned. "I want it's power. I can feel it... It shouldn't belong to those... THINGS in there. It should belong to me." And then a strange feeling crossed him as he looked at the robed figure and it became clear to him who it was. "To... my brother and I." From under the hood, only the King of Blades could see the toothy grin and a flash of gold from the eye of the figure as the robed figure stepped back and leaned to the Emperor. "Clear my Emperor, he has gone mad. Whatever was done to him by this Azreil as corrupted his mind and driven him power hungry. The old one gave us the knowledge of how to take care of this issue and the ritual has already been prepared. We need to take action now Emperor before this situation gets out of hand." The Emperor nods and frowns. "You've given me no choice Brad. We need to take action now before this situation gets out of hand." Brad raised an eyebrow. The Emperor repeated his 'advisor's words to the syllable. He didn't have another moment to contemplate this though as his senses alerted him to an attack from below. He looked down to see the vampire leaping into the air after him, ready to thrust his sword, a sword known as the King of Swords, Excalibur, through the djinn's chest. Brad's body changed to shadow as it twirled around the sword to avoid it's strike, the blade catching some of the shadow as it moved. The shadow landed and again became solid as the King of Blades clutched at his arm, having been cut even in shadow form by the mighty sword Excalibur. The vampire turned around and grinned down to Brad, sniffing at the blade. "Now at smooth as you think you are, huh 'King' of Blades? Aaaah, I've soaked this sword in the blood of sooooo many enemies. I think the self proclaimed master of combat will be my next victim." Brad glowered up to the Vampire as suddenly bright yellow light surrounded him. On the ground there were runes, flaring bright. "What is this?!" The dark robed figure started walking around the circle to stand opposite of the Emperor. "It's a rune spell, King of Blades. It traps victims inside of it so they can not cross it physically, or use powers to try and leave it. It's the first part of the spell Azreil taught us to capture Djinns if we ever needed to use it." Brad was about to protest but before he could say anything his senses alerted him to another attack from the Vampire. He swung his own sword knocking the blow away from him as he moved to the side. "Irons! Stop this right now, or I swear that I will stop at nothing to see your Empire in ruins! If you make me your enemy, you will regret it!" Again Justin leaped at the King of Blades and Brad rose his sword to deflect the blow. Excalibur collided with the King of Blades large crystal sword and a large chunk of the Edge of Insanity flew off. "Nothing can withstand Excalibur you pompous darkling. I've been waiting a long time to teach you what it is to TRULY master the sword, and I'm sooooo glad that our Emperor has given me say so to prove that _I_ am the best! Ha ha!" He swings the sword again, aiming for the Edge and half of the 5 foot blade is separated from the rest and the King of Blades is knocked back. "You bastard!! You will all pay! I will show you, you tiny worm, that I am greater than you! That I am greater than ALL! You are pathetic! A pathetic shadow of a once pathetic human!" When he spoke the word human, he felt such a knot of disgust in his gut it almost surprised him. It was at that moment that he realized, he honestly and truly did actually hate humans. It wasn't so much this betrayed by the Emperor, or the attack by this vampire, it was just saying the word with such hatred and anger in his heart that made him realize his contempt for everything that is humanity. He hurled the remainder of his crystal sword towards Justin. As he did so, orange runes flared around him almost blinding him. "Hopefully my sword will drink your blood before they catch you King!" Justin taunted as he deflected the crystal sword easily and leaped forward. He swung the sword in a wide arch that Brad barely dodged. The vampire was quick and deadly accurate with this blade. Any lesser man would have fallen at the first strike. Brad had to franticly keep moving while trying to figure a way out of this magical circle that was designed to somehow capture him. "Irons! Hear me! I will kill you! I will stare into your dead eyes for this! You will see!" Red runes flared around the others and Emperor Irons held up a red ruby. "I'm sorry Brad, but I think not." He reached back, ready to throw the jewel into the circle. "Wait until they get closer my Emperor," The hooded figure said. "Wait for my word and then throw the jewel and speak the last word!" The Emperor nodded and held the red gem ready. The vampire's blade danced past the djinn multiple times, barely missing as the djinn kept trying to get out of the way, waiting for a moment of error, but it never came. Justin's form was flawless and his speed mad it impossible to act with out taking a blow. He just had to keep moving and hope for an opening. He didn't even realize the vampire was herding him towards the Emperor and the gem that would lock him away. Once the djinn and vampire were almost to the edge of the circle, next to where the Emperor stood, Emperor Irons drew his arm back and started to throw the gem. If anyone had been paying attention across the way, they would have seen the wicked gleam of teeth as a smile spread across the lips of the hooded figure. The hooded one's foot swept out in front of him crossing the runes that were chalked into the ground, smearing the pattern. In the same instant he did that, the glaring bright light of all the runes with out. Two things happened then that gave the King of Blades the opening he was looking for. The Emperor threw the gem, but surprised by the sudden absence of light, his throw was off and he threw the gem directly at Justin. The vampire raised his sword to deflect the ruby and that was all that the King of Blades needed to act. He grabbed the vampire by an upraised arm and the hilt of his own sword and twisted around. The action caused the sword to dislodge from Justin's hands and now only the King of Blades held the mighty blade. In a flash he spun around and the sword bit into it's former owner's neck. Before the vampire's head could hit the ground, the Emperor felt a sharp pain pierce through him. He looked down and saw Excalibur stuck hilt deep into his chest, the King of Blades glaring up at him, his eyes so full of hatred they seemed to be nothing but pools of inky blackness. Slowly, darkness fell over the Emperor's sight and he slipped from the mortal coil, all the while Brad stared into his eyes as he died. A dark portal opened behind the Emperor as the King of Blades kicked him off the sword and the Emperor flew into the darkness. The portal closed and then there was only one left. The King of Blades turned to face the robed figure, a grin and golden glow coming from under the hood. "I only know one person who's 'Jedi mind tricks' could be powerful enough to work on the Emperor... Bel?" "Aww. I was hoping you wouldn't guess." The figure pulled back his hood to expose himself as the Master Jedi, Belstephen Je'dai. "I'm also going to assume you realized who I was when I spoke up. I didn't know merely talking to you would clue you in." "You're my brother." Brad stated mater of factly. Bel nodded. "They actually brought my own father to the prison I am in care of. That just seems a weird little twist of fate. The moment I saw him I had a sudden realization about myself. Then, there were a few more painful moments of actually changing. Luckily, I was able to... disguise myself quickly." "Lucky you. Are you here for the same reason I am then?" Bel nodded. "And like you, I know why neither of us can open the Heart yet. We can't allow it's power to be divided up between all of those Prime Evils in there. We need to figure out a way of claiming the power for ourselves." Brad looked his brother over. He felt connected to him. And he could tell that Bel had the same desire he did. He nodded. "Where do we start? What do we need to open the Heart so we can get what we need out of it?" "I've been working on that and I have a couple theories. They'll be dangerous, but you've never been one to shy away from danger. Don't worry brother... We have what is ours. And more." The King of Blades grinned. "What do we do about what happened here? Won't people wonder where the Emperor went?" "Yes, they will. But no one knew he came here. This little operation to take care of you was a very secretive event. Only 3 people even knew of the plan, and you took care of two of them quite handily. And if anyone figures something out, I can... handle them." He grins as his eye flares gold. The King of Blades nods. "I desire to leave as soon as possible. This all has made me suddenly aware of how much this world sickens me... I believe I know where I can go. If people wonder where I've gone, you'll be able to take care of it for me I hope?" "Of course, just don't be gone too long. I have important things to do, so the less I have to run around making people not realize you're missing, the better." "Fine. I won't be long then. I just... Have to go somewhere. Somewhere I think I belong..." "Aaah, the denizen? Yes, I figured you'd have some sort of draw to it considering what you are. Go brother. I think you will find a liking to the Denizen. And hopefully, it will like you in return." The King of Blades nodded and a dark portal opened behind him. "Take care brother. And may the Force be with you," he said grinning. Bel chuckled and nodded. "Force be with you brother." With that, the King of Blades stepped through the portal and was gone. Mug show of The King of Blades in Djinn form after going 'evil'. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
2:31 pm	Doom RPG. This is something I've been working on since Highschool on and off. I know there's a book out there for it, or at least, there was, but I'm not interested in that. I want to have something that role plays like an actual DooM experience. Tons of monsters being hosed down by very few heroes. I used to have write ups about creatures and how they'd work in a d20 format, but I'm not so sure d20 has the speed I need in it for DooM... So, might look into other things. I'm going to start by giving descriptions of characters, and then trying to figure out stats for them... This is difficult because I do not know what system I really want to play them under, but I guess I can figure that out later. Zombie Soldiers: Universal info. Their physical appearance is mostly that of what they looked like in their former life. The exceptions being their eyes have gone pale. Other obvious physical changes are festering sores that appear on their bodies. Due to these, usually a 'zombie' will be quite bloody as well. Additional information: Zombie Soldiers seem to be highly resistant, if not totally immune to radiation effects. They don't get radiation burns or any other signs of radiation poisoning. They are also fairly resistant to fire. They can walk through flames with out seeming to take too much damage. Extreemly high temperatures and raging infernos still do damage though, and explosions are just as deadly as always. Zombies do not seem to exhibit hunger or the need to feet on anything. Their urge to kill seems to be driven by something else. Private. Low ranking military units that were changed by the demonic forces of hell. Their souls have been torn from their bodies and replaced with something sinister. They have only the equipment they 'died' with. Whatever happened to the soldiers also has made their body frail. They are not capable of taking the same amount of punishment they would have before the Deimos disaster. Equipment: Military Issue Pistol/13 rounds. 2 full pistol clips. 1 Flash Bang. 1 Combat knift. Life: 1d4, 2 dots or 4 Stats all below average. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. 10 points vs. radiation. Sergent: Though these units are higher ranking than the privates, they still fell prey to the same soul rending accident and suffer pretty much the same effect. Due to their higher rank. they are usually found around higher security areas and are also better equipped than the privates. Equipment: Pump action combat shotgun/7 rounds. Bandolir with 14 shells. Military Issue Pistol/13 rounds. 1 full pistol clip. 1 Combat knife. 1 Frag Grenade. 1 Flash Grenade. Life: 1d4, 2 dots or 4 Stats all below average. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. 10 points vs. radiation. dr 1/-(light armor) Chaingun Grunt: Special Ops soldiers sent to Deimos to protect high security areas. They were trained in high powered rapid firing weaponry, usually, the chaingun. Thankfully, many of these soldiers were able to somehow resist the demonic influence. Unfortionatly, it wasn't the majority of them, and the ones who didn't 'change' were most likely gunned down by their former squad mates. These 'zombies' are tougher to kill their all others because they would have been well armored in life, so, in their 'death' they most likely will still be wearing it. Equipment. Chaingun/500 rounds. 1 ammo box/500 rounds. 1 Combat Knift. ! Military Issue Pistol/13 rounds. 1 full pistol clip. 1 Combat knife. 1 Frag Grenade. Life: 1d4, 2 dots or 4 Stats all below average. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. 10 points vs. radiation. dr 2/-(armor) Scientists: Why is there such security on Deimos? It's because of all the top secret government projects going on and being run by the UAC. Scientists make up the majority of humans on the small moon, numbering over a couple thousand. In their 'zombie' like state, they normally are no where near the threat level of a zombie soldier, but they will still attack almost anything that moves. Equipment. Varied lap equipment. Varied personal items. Varied access levels. Life: 2, 1 dots or 6 Stats all minimal. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. 10 points vs. radiation. Mechanics: Scientists can't be expected to put all of their large machines together themselves. That job called for mechanics and they were about as plentiful as the scientists. Having constructed most of the base on and inside of Deimos, they can be found pretty much anywhere. Equipment. Varied mechanics equpment, wrenches, blow torches, electronic patch equipment, etc. Varied access levels. Life: 2, 1 dots or 6 Stats all minimal. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. 10 points vs. radiation. Imps: Universal Info. Imps are what the 'zombies' seem to turn into after enough time. It's unknown what conditions allow the zombies to turn into imps, but zombies who are near the change find a dark area and curl up into some sort of a cacoon. Within a few hours of this, an imp bursts out. Imps are humanoid in appearance with some very obvious differences. Their eyes are large and red with no pupil or iris. They have spikey protrusions jabbing through their dark brown skin. Their skin is dry to the touch and almost seems flakey. They have claws at the end of their fingers and toes and 2 sharp rows of teeth in their mouths. Somehow, imps have the ability to generate and throw 'fireballs'. The fireball is hurled at a victum and until it strikes either it's target or some other solid mass, it does not generate heat. It only damages targets on impact, where the fireball does a small but fierce explosion that scorches anything it hits. Imps are naturally resistant to fire. Imps are immune to radiation and acid. Equipment: None. Normal 'Imps": They are the new borns and they are more of these than any other imp on the moon base. Once an Imp is born, they seek the company of other creatures. It is unknown if this is instinct or some higher bidding they are following. Imps are stronger than your average human which puts them well above the 'zombies' in means of physical strength. They've shed any clothes or armor they may have worn though an their skin does not offer much protection from weapons, so they are as frail as your average human to physical punishment. Possible Evolution: Spider Imp, Arch Imp, Brute Imp Life: 1d4+3, 3 dots or 7 Slightly below average stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. Spider Imp: As an imp has time to mature, they begin to change. One of the changes they will go through is that of the Spider Imp. Their talloned fingers become longer and stronger as well as their eyes begin to split. They learn to climb around areas and hang from out of reach places and use these tactics when in combat. They have the standard fireball attack and do the same damage as an imp in hand to hand combat. Possible Evolution: None. Final form of this branch. Life: 1d4+3, 3 dots or 7 Slightly below average stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. Arch Imp: Another creature the Imp may change into is the Arch Imp. This the step between an Imp becoming a rare creature known as the Arch Vile. An Arch Imp looks like a normal Imp but with yellowish skin instead of brown, and there are now less spikes. An Arch Imp has further mastery of their fireball and are able to send fire to a fixed position and ignite an explosion instead of having to throw it at something. An Arch imp also has the ability to repair damage done to other imps, healing them, but unable to do so for himself or other Arch Imps. Possible Evolution: Arch Vile Life: 1d4+2, 3 dots or 6 Slightly below average stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. Brute Imp: Large and imposing versions of the normal Imp. They are a good foot to two feet talker than normal imps or humans and the spikes on their body have grown out. This evolution of the Imp seems to have lost their ability to throw fireballs, but instead wreaths their arms in it as thhey attack. The fire does seem to damage them when they use it, but they seem more than willing to be hurt by it than to let their prey escape. Possible Evolution: None. Life: 1d4+6, 3 dots or 10 Average stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. dr 1/- Demons: Demons are large bull like creatures that walk on two legs and have a massive upper body/head with two small arms at their sides. they have large sharp horns sticking out the front of their head and razor sharp teeth. They are fairly single minded and charge head long at their prey crashing into or through any obsticle that gets in their way. Equipment: None. "Pinkey": Pinkey is the name of the standard demon. It is unknown where they have come from since they do not form from mutations of living creatures infected by the demonic energies. It is believed that they are a creature from another dimension that the minions of hell are teleporting through to Deimos after the failure of the teleportation experiements. These large creatures can be found all over and attack prey relentlessly until either the prey is dead, or it is. They give no quarter, and they never run away. Due to their akward form and stubby legs, they do have difficulties navigating stairs and steep inclines. The same demonic energies that turn humans into imps seem to be able to infect Demons as well, causing them to eventually turn into Hell Knights, a much smarter and larger creature. Evolutions: Hell Knights Life: 3d6+4, 5 dots or 22 Strong and tough. Resistances. 5 points vs. radiation. Wraith: A mostly transparent Demon. It is believe that if the Pinkey's were teleported into this dimension by the minions of Hell, that these may be accidents in that teleportation process. Even though they are seethrough, they are very much on this physical plane and are just real as a pinkey. They are extreemly deadly in dark areas since it's nearly impossible to see one in the dark. These creatures do not seem to be able to be affected by the demonic energies due to whatever caused them to be half transparent, so they are unable to evolve into anything else. Evolution: None. Life: 3d6+4, 5 dots or 22 Strong and tough. Resistances. 5 points vs. radiation. Evolved Demons: When a Demon is infected with demonic energy, it becomes a very different, very powerful creature. Evolved Demons look a bit more humanoid than normal demons. They have destinguishable heads and torsos and normal sized arms and legs, anough their legs look more like the legs of a horse or bull with large hoves rather than a human's legs. Their skin colors range from a human tan color to bright pink and they have large horns atop their head that curl around over their shoulders. They have a very muscular physique that would put even professional body builders to shame. Their skin is very tough and their entire body is extreemly massive which makes it difficult for balistic type weapons to do as much damage to them. A new trick these evolved demons have is their ability to form a 'fireball'. It is a strange extreemly hot green chemical/energy mixture that they hurl at an enemy and does massive damage upon inpact. Evolved Demons are resistant to radiation and acid. Equipment: None Hell Knights: A Hell Knight is the first step of Demon evolution. They are much smarter than their former demon selves but they still possess the urge to attack head on. They normally attempt to gore their enemies but will at times use their fireball attack when unable to get in close. Most Hell Knights will eventually evolve into a Barron of Hell, a larger form of the Hell Knight, but some Hell Knights goarge themselves on the flesh of their victums and go mad with hunger. Those eventually become Mancubus instead. Evolution: Mancubus, Barron of Hell Life: 3d10+6, 6 dots or 36 Strong and very tough. Resistances. 5 points vs. radiation and acid. dr 3/-. Mancubus: Large, putrid, bolbus creatures that once used to be Hell Knights. They gorge themselves on the flesh of their enemies and fallen allies. As they evolve more and more into a Mancubus, their ability to control the energy they can produce becomes lost. Their large forms produces so much energy at such a destructive level, that the minions of Hell felt something needed to be done. That much destructive energy could be very useful, but how can they control it? The answer became cybernetic implants. Esentially, the Mancubus arms (now mostly ineffective anyway by being trapped in their massive folds of fat) are removed and large cybernetic cannons were attached instead. This allowed the mancubus to not only control and store the energies they created, but also to release them in a very controlled manner as well as in rapid succession. This made the mancubus a very very deadly and disturbing creature. When a Mancubus becomes too large to to be useful anymore, their brains are disected and implanted into a spider like frame and used as a mostly robotic enemy. Evolution: Arachons. Life: 5d8+4, 8 dots or 44 Very durable but easy targets. Resistances. 5 points vs. radiation and acid. dr 5/-. Barron of Hell: Barrons are one of the most destructive and powerful forces in Hell's army. They stand a good 12 feet tall and their arms seem to constnatly radiate the green energy that they can fling at their foes. These creatures are highly intelegant and can usually be found leading demonic forces in battle. Barrons will continue to evolve until they at one point become an Arch Demons. This process usually takes years of happen and no Arch Demon was ever recorded to have stepped foot onto Diemos. With the creation of the Mancubus, cybernetics have also been used to change some extreemly powerful Barrons into the feared Cyber Demon. Evolution: Cyber Demon Life: 5d10+8, 8 dots or 58 Strong and very tough. Resistances. 5 points vs. radiation and acid. dr 5/-. Cyber Demon: A large and extremely deadly combination of fully evolved Demons and technology. Cyber Demons are what you get when you add cybernetic implants to an already overpowered Barron of Hell. Cyber Demons are rare because few Barrons can mature this far in life. And even then, the process to create a Cyber Demon kills most Barrons. But the risk is worth it as far as Hell is concerned. Cyber Demons add armor and extremely heavy weaponry to the Barron of Hell's body. This increases their toughness to all kinds of damage and gives them more than just their green energy blast for weaponry. Most Cyber Demons are given a heavy, rapid fire RPG launcher as one of their arms and part of the cybernetics in their body uses their natural energy to create the ammo required, meaning they have an almost unlimited supply for their gun. The gun shoots off bursts of 3 RPGs at a time. Other, rarer, attachments that can be used is the 'chain plasma cannon' It fires triple plasma shots at once in very rapid succession. And there is also an experimental BFG like weapon said to be attached to one of the Cyber Demons. Cyber Demons are immune to fire, electricity and radiation. Cyber Demons are resistant to acid. Life: 8d12+12, 10 dots or 108 Extreem stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. acid. dr 5/-. Soul Fiends. Soul Fiends are the airborn inhabitants of hell. Some small and nimble, other's large and bolbus, and none are to be taken lightly. From the infectous spirits that turn soldiers into zombies to large energy spewing creatures, they give the living a reason to remember to look up when wandering into any room. Equipment: None. Lost Soul: When the invasion of Deimos started, Lost Souls were the spirits that infected the living, turning them into zombies and also the spirits that help change demons into Evolved Demons. Eventually, the Lost Souls became 'intune' with this dimension and were no longer able to phase into living matter. Now they appear to be large floatings skills with sharp fangs and the whole skull is constnatly wreathed in fire. They normally float around in lazy patterns, but once they see a target, they can fly at amazing speeds and attempt to slash and tear at a victim with their teeth. Lost Souls are immune to fire and very resistant to acid. Life: 2d4, 2 dots or 8 Minimal stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. acid. Cacodemon: A large, spherical, disturbing creature with one large eye and horns jabbing out of it's flesh. They hover around lazily waiting for prey. They have rows of sharp, pointed teeth, but normally do not opt to get in close enough to attack with them. Instead, they float at a distance and spit an 'energy ball' at their prey. The balls seem to be some viscus liquit that holds and maintains an electrical charge the Cacodemons are able to create. When the energy ball hits a target, the energy is instantly dispersed. most Cacodemons are red in color, except for the iris of their eye which glows the same blue color as their energy balls. Cacodemons are immune to electicity and radiation. Cacodemons are weak to extreem heat and plasma attacks. Life: 4d6, 6 dots or 24 Above average Stats. Resistances. None Pain elemental: These creatures appear to be the birth place of Lost Souls. They look like larger, brown Cacodemons. Instead of spitting energy balls though, these creatures expel lost souls from their mouth. Pain Elementals do not attack creatures directly but instead let other monsters and their Lost Souls do all the work. Upon death, a Pain Elemental explodes violently, expelling lost souls in all directions. Pain Elementals are resistant to heat and fire. Pain Elementals are immune to Acid. Life: 4d6, 6 dots or 24 Above average Stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. fire. Spider Demons: More machine than demons, these creatures are the brains of Mancubus encased in large spider legged machines. The machines themselves are armed with different assortments of weapons. Spider Demons are immune to radiation and acid. Equipment: None Arachons: Small cybernetic spider like creatures that have a fresh Mancubus brain hooked up inside a large, bulletproof, clear dome. They are normally equipped with a rapid fire, high energy gun that seems to be a lot like the military issue Plasma rifle. Arachons are almost single minded in their pursuit of foes, remembering their once powerful urge to feed upon those they killed, now only able to find contentment in the slaughter of enemies around them. Arachons are immune to radiation and electricity. Life: 3d6+2, 5 dots or 20 Above average Stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. acid. dr2/- Spider Mastermind: The Spider Mastermind was an experiment to try and put the brain of something larger and more sinster into an Arachon like frame. It is unknown where the brain of this creature came from, but it is large, and it is indeed sinster. The mech frame this giant brain sits in has more defenses and more weapons than normal Arachons. It toats dual chain gun mounts, dual rpg mounts and even an experimental BFG like weapon This spider is not to be messed with. Spider Mastermind is immune to fire, electricity and radiation. Spider Mastermind is very resistant to acid. Life: 10d12+10, 11 dots or 130 Extreem Stats. Resistances. 10 points vs. acid. dr4/- Arch Vile: An Arch Vile is in a class of it's own and is one of the most deadly and cruel creatures of Hell. They can evolve from humanoid beings that get corrupted by a Lost Soul. The Arch Vile on it's own is not very strong. But it doesn't rely on strength to win it's fight. Instead it has an uncanny mastery of fire and the ability to resurrect freshly fallen minions of Hell from the dead. The Arch Vile is superior to the Arch Imp in that it's firey blast does not have to remain stationary. Infact, an Arch Vile normally causes the build up of fire to remain attached to a victim until he detonates it, causing massive damage to the individual and anyone near by. An Arch vile usually has a pale yellowish skin and is humanoid in form. It has longer legs and arms than normal, and it's skull is elongated. It has eye sockets. Arch Viles are immune to fire. Arch Viles are resistant to acid and radiation. Life: 4d6+4, 5 dots or 28 Well above average stats. Resistances. 5 points vs. acid and radiation. Revinant: The bodies of humans that were killed because they did not succumb to the Lost Soul were still useful to the minions of Hell. They were able to use the skeleton of the humans and their weaponry to make a walking mockery called the Revinant. These are creatures designed to strike fear into the hearts of the humans that see them. They usually toat some sort of weaponry that is controlled by the machinery that keeps the Revinant together. The weapons normally auto aim, and a lot of times, they are equipped with target locking rpgs. Revinants are not alive. Revinants are immune to radiation and fire. Revinants are highly resistant to acid and electricity. Life: 4d8+6, 5 dots or 38 Tough and strong stats. Resistances. 10 points vs. acid and electricity. dr2/- (Comment on this)
Monday, August 13th, 2007
2:44 pm	Ok, I'm working on some more ideas for WoW stuff. The items at the bottom of this list are older things I've already worked on, but plan on still being in the game somewhere. I don't have the PHB with me at the moment, so I don't have the mundane states for weapons, but I'll be able to tell what the special abilities are with out a problem. Base Elemental Weapons. Examples: Fire Dagger, Ice Mace, Earth Spear, etc. Not the most common of magical weapons, but not hard to find. These weapons can be crafted using divine, arcane or druidic magics and are usually crafted for specific puroses. While they can be extreemly useful against what they are intended for, the weapons also have the drawback of being totally useless in other situations. Template for an Elemental Weapon. All weapon stats as per MW version of the weapon. Instead of doing P,B,or S damage, the weapon does elemental damage instead, of the element and no 'physical' damage. This means against most creatures, it will hurt like a normal weapon, some creatures will be weak to it, and some could be totally immune to it. The cost of having such a weapon made will be a base of MW weapon +1000gp. It is not considered a 'magic' weapon though, so if something has DR to 'magic' and not elements, the DR still applies 100%. Elemental types: Fire, water/ice, earth, air/electricity, light, fel. Minor Elementaly Enchanted Weapons. Example. Dagger of +1 fire. Sword of +1 ice. These weapons are slightly different form Base Elemental weapons. These are weapons that are enchanted with minor elemental abilities. The weapon does it's normal damage, and gains the +1 bonus to hit but for damage, the +1 point if damage is elemental in nature. This means, a dagger of +1 fire would do 1d4 + 1 fire damage per hit. The elemental damage is double for those weak to it and can be resisted or ignored depending on the creature it's hitting. The weapon is considered a magical +1 weapon and DC is affected accordingly. Elemental types: Fire, water/ice, earth, air/electricity, sonic, force, light, fel. ( Previously created items ) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
4:40 pm	Born Synth. The three figures ran as fast as they could. Never having met each other before, they found themselves at the wrong end of an intergalactic feud. Mostly they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The local planetary government found issue with some of the traders who were at port, and started arresting everyone who wasn't native to the planet. In the following chaos, most tried to flee from the authorities, many were captured. Their initial escape group had been larger, but now there was just the three of them left. They dashed through intercity alley ways, their space suits contracting with most of their surroundings. One wore a red flight suit with a helmet to match, the other was more rag tag. It appeared they wore a mecanics suit, part cloth and part mechanical. The third's suit was metalic, looked like some sort of merc or maybe body guard. He was leading the way, guiding them through the twisting and turning back alley ways of this city. After a while, the sirens and signs of persuit were off in the distance and the three stopped to rest. The red suited individual reached up and unhooked his helmet. Once the helmet was removed, the others could see he was a human, in his mid 30s, clean shaven. Possibly military the way he presented himself. "Well, that sure was a close call." The other two nodded in response. "I wonder what the hell happened back there? It's why I hate flying in this sector though. The littlest damn thing can set the Rakarians off. Someone probably skipped toll and they treat it like an act of war..." The individual in the mechanic's suit laughed. "That does seem to be their style." He reached up as well and removed his helmet. He was known as a Seacrian. His skin was a light tourquise color and instead of normal hair, they have slightly thicker spine like protrusions, this one's were a bright yellow in color. "This is the second time I've crewed here and the last time, the exact same thing happened. Glad I've been keeping in shape! I hear that those they catch they fine for simply being NEAR where a crime took place. Don't know how they get away with it." The human chuckled. "The name's Aldon. Aldon Watts. What about your names?" The Seacrian gave a jesture which is a sign of greeting. "I am Y'lun Zre. Mechanic aboard the B'ler." Aldon nods and looks to the third individual who was cautiously looking around. "And you friend?" The third looked to them. "I apologize. I'm not used to this sort of... excitement. My name is Sarrith." "Well Y'lun, Sarrith, I have to thank you both for the assistance there. I'd have probably ran myself right into the police if it hadn't been for your guidance." "I'm afraid I was just following Sarrith. I'd assume you were from here the way you were finding your way through these alley ways, except you don't appear to be Rakarian." "I am not Rakarian. Of that, I can assure you," Sarrith responded. "Well, feel free to take your helmet off and join us for a breather before we try and figure out how to get back to our ships without getting arrested." "Helmet?" This response made the other two look at each other a moment. "Yeah, you don't have to keep it on, unless you can't take the atmosphere here of course." Sarrith looked down at the ground and paused a few moments. "I... I am not wearing a helmet. Infact... I am not wearing anything at all." The Seacrian looked a little confused for a moment before his eyes snapped wide open. "Great Ul'granda! You're a Synth!" The human looked shocked and moved back from Sarrith. "What?! But they were supposed to have been destroyed. He can't possibly be a Synth." "No, look at him! He's a machine. He's right, that's no suit! I can't believe any of these survived! This is amazing! I've always wanted to meet a Synth!" "No, no you don't." Aldon pulled out a pistol and both Y'lun and Sarrith stepped back. "They tried to destroy everything that wasn't of their kind. Seeing biological beings as inferior. Thinking somehow that AI and the ability to upgrade themselves somehow put them above us. Well, look who lost Synth!" "Please!" Sarrith backed against a wall, and raised his arms trying shield himself from the aim of the gun. "I... I don't know what you're talking about... I've... I've only just started functioning 31 hours ago... I do not know of what you speak..." Y'lun could hear genuine fear in the Synth's voice. "Aldon, please, stop for just a minute. Look at him. He is brand new. There's not even dings on him. He's still shiney. I think what he's saying is true." "So?! I saw first hand what these things would do to people. What does it matter when he started to function. If he's functioning at all, he's a threat and he should be destroyed." "I don't want to die..." Sarrith kept his hands shielding him from the gun. "Please... I do not understand what I am or why I function or why I remember things... I know I should fear what you are pointing at me, but I don't know why... Please, I don't understand what I've done wrong." Y'lun stepped between the Synth and Aldon's gun. "Come on.. Just lower that for a bit. Look at him, he's not a threat right now. He looks like he'd be wetting himself right now... if he could. Let's just... Let's just figure out what's going on with him first before you go shooting him up, ok?" Aldo lowered his gun a little, and then after a moment of contemplation, returned it to it's holster. "If it does anything I preceive as threatening, I'm putting rounds into it." "That's fair, that's fair." Y'lun turned around and put a hand on Sarrith's lowering it so he could look at the Synth's face. "Wow... it is all machine. Can't tell unless you really look at it." "Please... I don't want to die." Sarrith said again. "No, I know.. No one's going to hurt you as long as you don't do anything that make's Aldon there feel threatened, so... just be calm, ok?" The large machine nodded and let the strange blue man examine him. "So, what did you mean by you remember things?" "I... I have memories. Memories that don't feel like mine. They are cloudy. I have a hard time accessing them. I feel like I don't know how to access them, like they are something different from me." "Hmm... maybe someone put a storage modual in you before you were activated?" "I... I don't think so. I have 3 storage moduals and they are simply accessed. This does not function as a storage modual. I do not know what it is or how to gain access to it. I just feel things from it. Vague memories." "Wow. Well, maybe if we could crack you open, I could take a look and find out what's going on with that, but there's no way of doing that here. We'd need to be back at a ship. Why weren't you activated till just recently? It's been about 4 years since the Synth War ended. Kind of late to be waking up now." Sarrith shook his head. "I don't know why now. I don't even know what the Synth are. I just know I have some sort of memories of them, but I didn't know that they were like me until you called me one." To be continued... if I feel like it. This idea sounded cooler in my head. heh. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 12th, 2007
1:36 pm	UA: Dusk - A Final Effort. "You're sure about this," Nathan asked, a look of worry on his face. "You understand what you're asking us to do?" Joseph nodded as the sounds of war drew closer to their location. "He will show. He will want to be the first into the cave. He will want to be the one to open the Heart, so he will show and we will fight. You will need to act before one of us dies. If I die, I may not be able to hold him. If he dies, he'll have escaped and we'll just have to do this all over again." Ethan and Aethan looked to each other. "Alright," Ethan said. "We know what we have to do, but how will we know when?" "Just keep a close eye on the fight. I'll let you know when." Joseph looked to each of his friends. "Are you ready?" All three nodded. Nathan put his hand on Joseph's shoulder. "After this is over, we'll find a way to..." Joseph interrupted him and put a hand to Nathan's shoulder. "I know you will. Now hurry. Get the preparations completed before he gets here. It won't be long now." A loud explosion shook the building they were in. Nathan nodded and headed outside. Joseph checked his armor, it was all secure. He wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword. The only sword that will be able to injure his father. He took a deep breath and walked outside. The sounds of war raged loudly around him. He made straight for the entrance to the cave that the Heart of Darkness sat in. A few of the Dominion soldiers tried to bar his way and attack, but he simply moved past them. He had the Shard of Time buried within him and he was able to jump in and out of time itself using it's power. He couldn’t be delayed by these minions of his father. He needed to get to the entrance now that the orbital bombardment has ended. He found himself at the cave entrance in no time and took another deep breath. His heart raced. He didn't mind admitting he was scared. His plan was very risky, not to mention in just moments, he would be pitted against his father in a fight for the lives of billions. None of the Dominion troops came near the cave. He knew his father would instruct them to stay away from it, that it was his. Joe looked up to the sky where the Dominion fleet hung in the sky, almost blotting out the sun entirely. All he had to do now was wait. Suddenly and eerily, the sound of the war surrounding Joseph disappeared. Joseph still hadn't averted his eyes from the blotted out heavens when he heard the voice. "So. I was right. I did feel my very own son here, waiting for me." Joseph lowered his gaze until he eyes met his fathers. The figure before him at one time was known as Bradley Wanke. Joseph remembered those days. His father seemed a kind man then. He taught Joseph that despite what his flesh and blood made him, that didn't mean he couldn't be who he wanted to be. Words Joseph took to heart and lived by. Words his very own father seemed to forget the day he regained memories of a previous life. The day his own blood turned, his flesh changed into that of a Djinn. It was like in an instant the father Joseph had known disappeared. Gone was Bradley and now there was only this King of Blades. A djinn of the darkness. "I was wondering when you were going to show yourself," Joe said. "You've been keeping me waiting." "Why? Are you in a hurry to be sent to the Denizen? Or maybe you finally realize how foolish it is to work with these... humans," the djinn's voice is full of disgust as he hisses out the word, "and you've come to join me in my moment of triumph." "I'd never side myself with a madman like you father. You once taught me that I can..." "Foolish human banter! That was before I knew what it was to be powerful! To be WORTHY of praise! Those lessons I taught you are meaningless! Babblings of a worthless human being! You are a djinn and you belong above these pathetic beings!" The King of Blades in his anger started to radiate a dark, sinister aura around him, his eyes going jet black as he floated above the ground. Joseph stood firm and spoke to his father. "Maybe you forget dad. I am human. Human and djinn. I know through simply being me that neither side is greater than the other. Both are capable of great things. Somewhere along the line you stopped seeing that and became this monster you are today." The dark djinn looked amused. "Great... Great things? You're kidding, right? You can do what you can do ONLY because of your djinn side! You would be NOTHING without it! A joke! Worthless! A meaningless being on a meaningless world! You would be no better than any of those out there!" The djinn waves his hand at the battlefield around them, the countless number of dead humans and Dominion soldiers scattered across the devastated cityscape. "You would be nothing but another worthless human to be slain by my blade." Joseph's eyes narrowed. "Just like Cjarvi? Do be slain like him?" The King of Blades lip curled into a grin slightly. "Exactly." Joseph's hand reached down to the hilt of his sword. "Well... as far as worthless humans go, he saw what you were becoming. He could see the evil filling your heart and soul. He knew that you may become something sinister and that you may need to be destroyed." "He knew nothing. You give him more credit than he's worth." Joseph gritted his teeth but held back the temptation to say something back. He continued what he was saying instead. "He KNEW you were becoming stronger than most mortal men could handle and he also knew about that Black Mantel you found, your armor that's kept you safe for so long." This seems to have caught the dark djinn's attention. No one was supposed to know the nature of his armor. His eyes narrowed as he listened. "The forges of Cjarvishire burnt bright and with the help of the heavens and their Lathe, they forged this." Joseph drew the Cjarvishard from his side and pointed it at the King of Blades. It appeared to be some sort of fusing of metal and crystal. It's appearance made it seem like it should be heavy, but Joe held it in one hand easily. "The Cjarvishard. Forged by Heaven and Earth, made with an ore found deep within Cjarvishire and the crystal of the Chakiel home world. A sword designed for the soul purpose of defeating you." The King of Blades looked unamused for a few moments. "Sounds like a rather worthless blade to me. Creating an artifact just to defeat me? Heh. Cute. I'm afraid you'll find you're overestimating what the humans can forge, even with the help of the heavens. I have the king of all swords son. I have Excalibur. Your sword scares me not and I will cut you AND it down. Your arrogance in thinking you can stand against me, even with your puny little artifact there is an insult that is punishable only with death." With that, the King of Blades drew the fabled sword. Darkness once against started to swirl around the djinn as he rose higher into the air. He seemed to grow larger, his aura a menacing, consuming shadow. Joseph's heart beat fast in his chest. The moment was here. The moment where he needed to do what seemed like the impossible. He needed to defeat the King of Blades and Excalibur and save the entire human race. He gripped the sword in both hands and raised it above his head. He gave a loud yell and then a bright fire erupted around him pushing back the dark aura of his father. It burnt a bright bluish-white and it's heat seared the very ground below him, the dirt melting to liquid glass in mere moments. The only things that shown through the fire were the sword, his armor, specially made to withstand his flame, and the contrasting red glow of his eyes. Both beings floated there for a few moments, sizing each other up. Joseph's burning red eyes glared into the infinite black depths of his father's eyes. Joe's mind focused on what needed to be done. His powers flared within him, the time shard ready, his sword in hand. Then all at once, the darkness seemed to move and his father was right next to him. He barely dodged the sword sing in time as it only cut through the burning flames of his aura. The shard didn't warn him of the attack? Joseph didn't know how this could be possible but he didn't have time to contemplate as yet again Excalibur came flying at him in a wide arch. Joseph raised the Cjarvishard up to defend himself and prey that his father was wrong about Cjarvi's crafting abilities. A loud 'clang' rang across the battlefield as the swords met. Joseph's eyes widened. The sword held. The King of Blades had a look of total shock on his eyes. The king of all swords, Excalibur should cut though any material like butter. Nothing should be able to withstand a blow from this sword yet here this blade his own husband had created held against it. Joseph knew his father would compose himself quickly so he took advantage of this surprise. Using the power of the time shard, he accelerated his body. He quickly maneuvered himself beside his father and swung for his flank. The King of Blades tried to defend but was slow to react from his shock. The sword struck his dark armor. The dark djinn bellowed, more in surprise than pain as the sword broke through his previously indestructible armor and sunk into his flesh. He spun away quickly, the blow only wounding him slightly. The dark being lowered a hand to his wounded side and then looked to Joseph. "I was going to toy with you. I was going to make this fun to watch you struggle against me. But this insult deserves nothing but a quick and VERY painful death!!" The evil djinn's dark aura poured out of him, consuming almost all light around him. Joseph's fiery aura the only thing keeping the darkness from consuming him too. Joseph knew that his father now saw him a real threat and wouldn't give him any room for error. Joseph summoned forth the fire within him and charged forward. To onlookers, it looked like a comet streaking toward an all consuming black hole. Joe readied his sword and stabbed at his father. With inhuman speed his blow was deflected and he felt a heavy hand hit him hard. Joe was flung to the earth hitting hard enough to create a small crater with his body. His mind was blinded with pain and only his instincts helped him just barely roll out of the way as his father came slamming down into the ground, Excalibur first. The resulting impact caused another explosive crater which flung Joseph across the battle field. He came caught himself in the air and regained his flight as he raised his sword blocking Excalibur at the very last moment. The force of the blow flung Joseph back, but he regained himself and lunged back at his father. Swords met as the two fought. Joseph flung flames at his father as the dark djinn's armor deflected them with out a scratch. Joseph could feel the darkness his father radiated try to grab at him, slow him, hinder him, but his fiery aura kept the darkness at bay. Joseph again charged at his father a blazing streak across the sky and again he was not able to land a blow. Joseph's lungs burnt with more than just fire. His mind reeled in pain as he took a few glancing blows from close calls. He wasn't coming out on top in this battle and he knew it. He was also running out of time if his plan was going to work. He had to act now. As the King of Blades swung at his son, he started knocking him back further and further. Joseph was having an increasingly more difficult time blocking blows as his arms started to feel heavy. His body was succumbing to fatigue. The flurry of blows pushed him down into the ground. His breath was almost knocked from his body with the impact as his father landed beside him, one foot falling on the Cjarvishard, pinning it to the ground, the other landing on his son's chest, weighing heavy upon it, removing what little breath Joe had left. "You see son. I am true power. You became a failure the day you embraced your human side, denying your Djinn side it's full potential." The King of Blades lifted the mighty Excalibur in both hands, blade pointing down at his son's throat. This is it, Joe thought, his last chance. Calling upon all of the power of the time shard to give him speed the world around him started to slow as he quickened. His father's blade started to fall and he raised his arm, and let out the most powerful jet of flame he could. He released his hold on time as the flame caught the dark djinn right in the face and actually knocked him up into the air off of Joseph. The King of Blades howled and covered his eyes as he was momentarily blinded by the powerful blast. As he lowered his hands from his face to find the source of the blaze, he was barely able to see, let along react to the sight of his son, just inches away from him, sword posed to strike. The sound of the sword penetrating the front of the djinn's armor rang through the silent battlefield. A look of shock across the djinn's face as the blade kept moving through him and then burst out of his back and through his armor yet again. Joseph held the sword firmly as he glared into his father's eyes. "S...son..." The King of Blades gasped as he looked at Joe. "Yes father?" The King of blades coughed up a little of his black blood. "Son..." Then faster than Joe could react he felt a hand grip the back of his head. "Next time make it a killing blow." Before Joe could react he felt it. The fabled sword Excalibur. He could feel it effortlessly cut through the armor just under his ribcage and slice through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. The blade kept going until he felt a jarring in his body as it sliced through his spine and then the sword exited out his back. Joseph couldn't even scream as his body twitched, the shock of his body being struck by the great blade overcoming him. The dark djinn lowered himself and his son to the ground. Joseph gripped at the sword stuck through his side, his mouth still open in a silent scream as pain became everything around him. "You never stood a chance son. Don't worry though. I'll visit you in the Denizen... In fact, I have a nice cozy place all waiting for you there. Doubt you'll enjoy it but only the worst for my failure of a son." Joseph was barely clinging to consciousness. His flame aura had already died as he kept hold of the sword stuck in his side. Blood was pouring from his wounds and he reached his other hand up to his father's shoulder. "H...how bout... we spend.. quality... time together... instead?" He coughed out some blood with those last words. He closed his eyes, gripped Excalibur tight and sent one word through the mental link he had established with his friends earlier. "Now." Bright orange runes flared around the two warriors. The King of Blades felt magic all around him. An anchoring spell. It wouldn't allow him to teleport or gate out of the area. Excalibur could disrupt them though. He tried to stand, but he felt a pull at his sword. Joseph was holding onto it and was grinning up at him. Joseph knew he wouldn't try and escape without the blade and he held it firmly while it pierced his body. Yellow runes started to form around the orange ones. The djinn knew these to be runes of binding. He'd seen them before during a VERY close call he had in a confrontation with the Emperor of these worlds. "You fool! They're trying to bind us!" He yanked at the sword. Pain again erupted from the weapon in Joseph's side but he held firmly onto it. Red runes started to glow brightly now. In the glow of the runes the Djinn could now see 3 figures standing back. One of them raised his hand an in it he held a large oval cut ruby. The red runes represented runes of transfer. "NO! Let go of my sword you whelp!" The dark djinn gave a solid tug on the sword and Joseph in his failing strength could not hold on. The sword sliced through the rest of his back, almost cutting him in two. Joseph gasps as his life force started to fade from his body. He had to hold on he kept telling himself. If I can't, I will be forced to the Denizen and even imprisonment is better than that. Nathan gripped the ruby tightly in his hand as he saw his friend almost cut in two. The runes were in place and the last move was his to make. He chanted the command word for the spell and threw the ruby towards the runes. "BIND!" "No!!" The djinn yelled as he tried to leap from the circle of runes. The ruby crossed the threshold of magic and there was a blinding flash of red light. Ethan, Aethan and Nathan covered their eyes. When they opened them again, all that sat before them was the ruins from the battle, a small glowing ruby and the Cjarvishard and Excalibur laying on the ground. Current Mood: accomplished (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, June 1st, 2007
1:05 pm	New Dawn, the Flip Side Joseph stood looking up into the sky. This had been an interesting week to say the least. It started off quiet enough and now, the Empire of Light was on the brink of war with the Dominion. Joseph didn't know how this had happened, but he knew he had to be a part of it, and that his talents were required if humanity would see the light of the next few days. Next to him stood his childhood companions Nathan and the Fink twins. Though Joe was not related to them, they were all like brothers. They had grown up as friends and stood beside each other through many conflicts that threatened the worlds, though this would be their greatest challenge to date. An entire army of dark beings, lead by none other than Joseph's own father, the King of Blades. Joseph knew the dark path his father walked and had always been fully aware that someday, it may lead them to cross swords. This was not something Joseph looked forward to. Though his father was nothing more than a creature of evil, he couldn't help but feel sad over the situation. He didn't want to fight his father, as much as the King of Blades is evil, he still felt some sort of love for his father. Joseph himself was a bit of an oddity. Half of his blood was that of a creature called a djinn. Specifically the djinn of the Ifrit caste. Normally creatures of arrogance and pride, Joseph found himself more in control of himself through his human blood. Through embracing both sides of his nature he had been able to overcome the urges of his dark blood and the pettiness of his human side. After learning to control himself, he training himself in his control over fire, becoming one of the most powerful fire wielders in the Empire. His companions also had great powers. Nathan was what the world called a White Mage. He was extremely powerful in the ways of restorative magics. His father's son, he followed in his old man's footsteps, able to cure any physical illness and a force of power to be used against those who walk in the dark and those cursed with unlife. Ethan and Aethan, the twins, inseparable, brothers of like mind. Ethan had an uncanny control over the spirits of light and his brother Aethan was a radiating source of purification, a strong weapon against the dark and able to mend one's very soul. They stood now near a small cave entrance. A dark, radiating aura seeping forth from it. This cave the entrance to a horrible unholy artifact called the Heart of Darkness. This heart was unearthed years back and through the help of these four and their many friends and family, they were able to figure a way to push the darkness the Heart radiated back. Though not able to suppress it entirely, where it used to cover states in it's dark aura, it now only shown a few feet through the earth. The four of them stood here, knowing this was the King of Blades goal. He sought to enter the Heart's chamber and open it, releasing a horrific evil from inside it. As they were waiting, out of nowhere Brenan Barthel-Voight appeared in front of them in a flash, his crystal sword strapped to his back. "They're getting near. They've been detected entering the solar system," he said. "They want to make sure everyone is ready." Brenan raised his hand and out of thin air, a large screen started to appear. On it, images started to blink on of different people. Jeremie Fink, leader of The Forge, the People's Army and the front line forces of the Empire. Belgriffon Je'dai, head of the Jedi order on Earth and close friend of Joseph. Emperor Kenneth Ironsides, head of the Empire and one of the key men responsible for the unification of the Empire after his father passed away due to an attack by the King of Blades himself. Joseph couldn't help but notice Kenneth and Aethan glance at each other, a blush on Kenneth's face. Joseph smile to himself, 'ahh... young love...' Three men appeared next, the Kennedy brothers, triplets in control of the planet New Haven and the leaders of the Space Guild. "Gentlemen," Emperor Kenneth started. "This is a day we had all hoped would never come. The King of Blades is returning and he has the race known as the Dominion under his control. We all know what he is after and we all know that we can not allow this to happen. The Heart of Darkness is to remain undamaged at all costs. The Dominion has bypassed all other planets and are directing their full attention on Earth. We have mobilized as many forces as we can spare to Earth with out leaving the rest of the Empire vulnerable in case their rush on Earth is just a ploy. We have looked over every angle, and tried to take every effort we can in keeping Earth, and the Heart safe from the Kind of Blades. The Shield generators that the Umbrella has created are online and their power sources scattered over the world to prevent them from having direct access to the Heart, but if those fail, we only have those of you who stand before the entrance to the heart. Forces will be joining you shortly and will follow your orders Joseph. It will be your responsibility to keep the Heart safe at all costs." Joseph nodded. "I will not fail Emperor." Jeremie Fink spoke up. "We have our forces protecting all of the shield generators. The Forge is ready for their assault. We're hoping these new weapons Umbrella has created is going to do the trick against the Dominion. We will stand firm until our very last man." Kenneth nodded. Then Seth Kennedy spoke up. "We have our ships outfitted with the latest scanners and weapons. We don't have a lot of information on the Dominion, but we have been able