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Post by Redeemer on Nov 12, 2005 12:47:59 GMT -5
In the darkness of his home the Emperor watched, throw the portals his minions had made to alternate demisions, he watched the most powerful fighters from all over.Laughing he spoke, his voice was cool and sounded liquided. And when he spoke red air was seen leave his mouth in this dark room,.
"It is time, we must assemble them, bring them to the court yard." As soon as he said that 3 red portals opened and out jumped his minions.
They all spoke as one,"Yes my lord we shall get to it right away." As the left the room of darkness the Emperor switched to another portal, this one was pure darkness aswell, but inside there was a darker figure,The emperor laughed and closed it.
From each realm the fighters dissapeared, and time seamingly stopped in those realities. The fighters were sucked up my a red lightning bolt. And one by one the lightning bolts blasted into the ground, and there they were.
(Ok guys, explain what yall were doing as the bolts got you, you may say things to one another, but cannot leave or take any actions towards the castle infront of you. And by the way, i wouldnt want to, the emperor is huge.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 12, 2005 12:53:21 GMT -5
(Oh yea)
As you all look at the palace you see a demonic gate of an entrance. Its spiked towers going high and the windows in the shape of flames, behind it you see the dead drop from a cliff, and down there is magma.
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Post by Random_Logic [William_Clinch] on Nov 12, 2005 17:15:08 GMT -5
Ok guys, explain what you all were doing as the bolts got you I was siting at home in front of my laptop, reading this forum (and also eating pitazzas)
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 12, 2005 17:24:29 GMT -5
(I am assuming that this is the ultimate tournement... can i join and for that matter can my guy be from any time period and any movie, game, book or whatever?)
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 12, 2005 20:25:06 GMT -5
(Random logic, how ever comical that might be i want detailed posts, thats also how i put who hits hardest in fights, with how well you explain and rp. And Phycoman, and anyone else for this matter, post in the Ultimate Tournement for asking if you can join, i want as little spam as posible.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 13, 2005 11:12:20 GMT -5
It was the 5th day of the month of may. General Decius stood atop the ramparts of Fort Sentus overlooking his 6000 men, all doing there daily apointed activity. He had his hands behind his back as he looked around. His cape danced, flowlingly, behind him. His head centurion, Flavius, approached him slowly. "Sir, we have finnished the repaires of the eastern retaining wall. The last Maceidonian wave did a number but Roman engineering has proved stronger than their war machines." The general stood silent for a moment watching a flock of birds fly over the tree line. He then turned to Flavius and said, "Good, I want everyone ready for advance, we will be counter attacking the Maceidonian position. Full force and all artilery." The centurion hesitated at the order but saluted and ran down the wall to the staires to relay the command to the legion. The general turned and walked to his office.
Quintis walked to his desk and began to look over the map when all of a suddon he felt a shock and fell to his knees. After a few minutes of intense pain he blacked out and awoke on his back. He groggily opened his eyes and looked around. When he noticed he wasent at Fort Sentus he stood with his sword grasped while still in its sheeth. He noticed his helmate was on...strange he did not put it on. He then saw he stood in front of the largest palace he had ever seen. It was perhaps 4 times the size of the imperial palace. He pondered a moment where he could be, or was it a dream. He muttered to himself, "Blessed gods watch over me. Reveal to me what place I am and spare me the torture of confusion." He began to walk closer to the ever looming castle in hopes of finding allies of Rome...
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Post by Setg on Nov 13, 2005 11:22:57 GMT -5
Wolven awoke with a start. The pain seared through him like a million bee stings all at once. He saw red light and felt heat and movement, and then nothing.
The overpowering smell woke him. He woke groggily, rolling onto four paws and then upright. Shaking his head to try and clear it. He looked around and tensed when he realised he wasn't in his cave, but somewhere else all together. The sky was filled with fire and smoke, and he was on a stone plateau close to the edge of a cliff. His first thought was that he had been sent to Hell. That a hunter had managed to track him down, and had taken him while he was asleep. That the stories he had been told were true. That he was evil and would burn in Hell. Certainly the heat was there. He padded over to the edge of a cliff and looked down. A lake of liquid magma swirled just in sight below, the heat rising in plumes up to meet him.
He turned away to gather himself and saw a huge fortress in front of him. The gothic style towers rose into the dark skies as though to pierce the gods themselves. Glancing round, he saw a warrior on the ground rise up, in what looked like ancient Roman armour, and walk towards the gates of the huge fortress. Intrigued, Wolven padded towards the same direction.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 13, 2005 11:44:59 GMT -5
((unless you understand and speak Latin, you will not be able to speak to Decius))
The heat from the Lava river around the large palace began to effect Decius. He saw the wavy lines of heat rising from the ground. He had been tought, by his teacher, that Elicium was much better than this. He was not in Elicium, for that he knew.
Each step he took closer to the dark castle was hotter and more inense than the last. He glanced around the hellish world and saw a wolf approached him. Though this was no ordinary wolf it walked on four legs. Startled he pulled his sword from his sheeth and stood in a combat stance with his large, oval shaped sheild, in front of him. This sheild was no ordinary generals shield. He had it specialy made to withstand a barbarians warhamer and axe. He knew it would hold up to any attack due to its extremely hard steel makeup. Decius cautiously approached the creature and said in Latin, "Be you...a god?"
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Post by Setg on Nov 13, 2005 11:52:04 GMT -5
(In case I missed it off my profile my character is a werewolf similar to the Anita Blake or Kelly Armstrong books kind - full human brain activity. Not just a mindless werewolf)
Wolven approached the warrior carefully, wary his appearance would affect him. As expected, the warrior drew his weapon at the sight of him, a sword, and spoke in a dialect he did not understand. Wolven tried the only thing he could think of to establish communication. He stood onto his hind legs slowly, as not to start the warrior, and held out his clawed hand, pads slighlty up, as if to shake hands, a greeting from his lands.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 13, 2005 12:23:40 GMT -5
Looking through the window the emperor grined "Good the first have arrived, now what was i thinking, oh yes. We have to be able to cominicate." With that the emperor's long muscled hand out reached, his trident in it he launched his own red lightning at them. There throats tightened and opened again.(Now you all talk the same language and only one)
Both warriors were on the ground smoking, "Oh and lets make it look a little more friendly," He shot out another blast to the sky. The red clouds expanded and then seemed to dissapear, and the sky was pure blue and sunny. The ground seemed to blacken then the green of grass exploded from it, trees and everything came forth. The liquid swirls of lava quickly stirred until they became the clear blue of water.
And last the Castle went from the gothic spikes to a normal Palace, a castle with golden chapels and white bricks. The gate was now in the shape of the wind.
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Post by Random_Logic [William_Clinch] on Nov 13, 2005 16:38:23 GMT -5
Suddenly a portal opened and W_C fell out, landing front first on the grass. He picked himself up, checked his suroundings, and then himself, nothing seemed particularly wrong. "this isn't a dream, but it's not real either" he thought to himself and survayed the suroundings some more. He noticed foot prints, they didn't seem to come from anywhere, "so, I'm not the only one then" he thought. He started following the footprints towards the pallace, several ideas about what could be going on started to form in his mind. As he walked towards the palace, more footprints joined with the ones he was following, all of them leading to the closed gate where a number of other people were waiting, all of them looking like warriors in there own right. "so it looks like we are here to fight, but with eachother..... or against?...."
[should I be writeing 'HE' or 'I' when talking about my charecter, as my charecter is basicly me:S]
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 13, 2005 19:04:02 GMT -5
Decius stood and said, "This just keeps getting be-" but as the grass bloomed green he had a change of heart. He then knew he was in Elicium. In the distance he saw plains of wheat fields and a forest. He then thought if the walking wolf was with him in Elicium it was worthy of his trust. "My name is Quintus Decius. In my past life I was general of an umbrian legion. What I dont understand is...how did I die?"
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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 14, 2005 0:53:07 GMT -5
"Dead Man's Click", the soldiers of the Imperial Guard called it; the remorseless sound of a weapon's ammunition running empty. Tiberius Vautren released the retaining clamps of his now-useless firearm and switched to a double-handed grip on his Nemesis sword.
Around him, the walls of the Kerberan fastness - indeed, the very fabric of reality - warped and ran under the twisting influence of the daemon Lord of Change Mrk'ak'hozai. Somewhere in the twisting passages, Vautren had become separated from his battle-brethren and now found himself alone, surrounded by the irridescent, ever-shifting horrors of the daemon's retinue. The mystic wards of his armour burned and its servos hummed as he drove himself forwards. His sword swung lightly in his hands, proscribing a figure of eight as it sliced efortlessly through the first rank of daemons. Momentarily, Vautren paused and shifted his weight back as he swung in a much wider, faster arc to buy himself space, before using his armoured bulk to power onwards. It was instinct rather than logic made him sideshift as a massive, damonic talon raked the air.
The Lord of change cackled, its warped bird-head spewing blue fire in all directions. Another blow raked down - this time, though, Vautren's blade came up in return. The sword hit the Daemon's wrist, severing its chest-sized claw; then, reversing his controlled swing, Vautren smashed the blade into the monster's chest. As blade and Daemon met, Vautren channeled his own psychic force into the weapon, creating a massive blast of energy at its edge and engulfing them both in a firestorm.
When the fog cleared from his senses, Vautren looked up to stare at the fortress. Not the one he'd thought himself in... and the comm-links and augur displays of his comrades remained ominously silent. Imperator hominorum, nostra salvatio, in umbrae daemonis nos preservare, he murmured as he stared at the twisted gate. The Lord of Change's handiwork, or something else? It mattered not. The daemonic was here, and his duty was as clear as it had always been.
Murmuring a battle-prayer, he began walking towards the gates as reality again shifted around him. In the distance, his augmented vision picked out human figures... one in what looked like the garb of an Ultramar centurion. Picking up his pace, Vautren broke into a run towards the human.
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Post by Setg on Nov 14, 2005 5:13:23 GMT -5
Suprised at the the sudden change of dialect in the strangers tone, Wolven replied "My apologies, but i know not. I, too am unsure of how we both came to be here, or even why this barren wasteland has suddenly turned lush and fertile. I am not even sure if we ARE dead. Wolven raised his muzzle and scented the air. "Someone else approaches, from the south"
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 14, 2005 6:37:55 GMT -5
Quintus's cocked his head to the left when he heard the creature speak, "Ah so you do speak." When wolven said somone approached from the south Quintus grabbed his sword and oval sheild from the ground and looked for the sun. He found it and determined it was mid day and looked to the south. He saw a tall figure running at full speed at him. In instinct, Quintus let out a roar, "AHHHHMM" which was the mix of a battle cry and attention. He readied himself in a battle stance as the figure got closer.
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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 14, 2005 7:12:54 GMT -5
Nearing the two figures, and seeing the human's reaction, Vautren slowed to a walk and cautiously assessed the pair. The human was clean; on every level an honest warrior with no taint of corruption around him, and the bearing of a leader. Armed with only primitive weapons, he was no real threat.
The wolf, though...
Vautren had seen creatures like this before, on one of the darkest battlefields he had yet trodden. Howling, once-human monsters that could tear apart power armour with their bare claws. And yet, those monsters had still served mankind - just as this one seemed to bear no malice to the human beside it. In this warped place, there was no sure way of knowing friend or foe. Lowering his sword slowly, he addressed the two, the speakers in his helmet lending his voice an artificial buzz.
"I am Captain Vautren of the Space Marines. I come in pursuit of the enemies of the Emperor. Tell me, who is the master of this citadel?"
(Quick summary for the other players... Vautren is an eight-foot figure in bulky, technologically advanced armour. The silver of his armour is bedecked with inlaid runes and scripts, although the armour's finish has been heavily marred by scrapes and burns from battle. He carries a six-foot, ornately engraved longsword with ease).
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Post by Setg on Nov 14, 2005 8:29:57 GMT -5
Wolven eyed up the newcomer warily. This new warrior, for he could be nothing else with his armour and weapon, was large and well armoured. Similar to the Eminar's forces, armour forged in metal and power. At least from the lowering of his weapon, he seemed to be at peace. "I am Wolven," he replied "Master of none and ruled by no master. I know not of any emperor, or of who has brought us here. I only know that we are in this place. Why we are here however i do not know."
Wolven, scented the air for clues as to their whereabouts. All of the smells were alien to him, none familiar. Deciding to scout the area, he addressed the warriors here with him before loping away.
"I shall scout for any clues as to where we are. I will return."
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Post by econdha on Nov 14, 2005 13:56:00 GMT -5
Lightning struck outside. There was always lightning this close to Shayol Ghul, the Dark One's mountain. Dendar, the city of Shadow, the only true City in the Blight stood only 10 miles from the legendary peak.
Tonight something was different. The wyrms weren't battering themselves against the sheild barrier as they usually did. The Nae'Blis turned from the myriad reports on her desk and looked out the open doors onto the balcony. Standing, she made her way outside.
The air crackled with electricity which danced across her tongue and made her messy tan hair stand on end. She brushed it back with her right hand, her left clutching the hilt of her sword.
In the courtyard hundreds of feet below the omnipresant troop manuvers suddenly stopped. They were each of them frozen in place. "Shaitan help me. This has to be the Creator's work." She looked up, expecting messangers of Light to ride down and destroy her or something similar.
What she saw was a lightning bolt. blood red at the edges arching impossibly slowly down towards her. She opened herself to the True Power, pulling as much auxilary power as she ever had through the Sa'Angreal dagger she wore at her side. It wasn't enough. The lightning bolt carried more power than she could ever hope to channel.
She tried to open a gate to somewhere else, but the lightning seemed to draw her power to itself. Stealing it and becoming stronger. She wrested it back under control and fought to open a gate. Her battle lasted only a fraction of a second.
Time suddenly jumped back to full speed and the lightning consumed her. It was like having every fiber of her being ripped to shreds. It was like speaking to the Dark One face to face. Her nose picked up the faintest odor of singed meat as her flesh burned away to nothing. ______________________________________
She was deposited on the ground in a hot place. The ground was gravel beneith her knees. She rose slowly. A ways off there were 3 figures. Two appeared to be Trollocs, like none she'd ever seen before, but in such massive forms, what else could they be. The other was human. Had she been transported to the Far Continent?
They were speaking a language she'd never heard before, but she understood them perfectly. In the light of the current situation, it didn't seem the least bit odd. This was definately not Tel'aran'rhiod(the dreamworld, where the dead wait to be reborn), though. So she hadn't died.
Drawing her sword and dagger, she approached the group. At just under 16 hands tall (5'3) she was tiny in comparison to even the other human. They turned, nope, definately not trollocs. "I am Jasha Ninewinds." She announced, as always, keeping her position as the Dark One's Ambassador a secret. She also left out her affiliation with the Aes Sedai. If this was the Far Continent, she didn't want anyone knowing that she could Channel. Openly being a darkfriend would be a preferable choice of death.
(BTW, one of Jasha's talents is sex appeal. She doesn't have to do anything, it's just there. Works on males of all species. Not like overwhelming lust, just enough to make any guy talk like a construction worker.)
PS, if you don't know what she looks like, you should have paid more attention to the character sheet I posted. *winks* Height: 5'3 Hair: Light tan, shoulder length, messy Weight: 121 Face: Round, open, expressive. Cute in a plump way. Eyes: White irises with a hint of hazel
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 14, 2005 20:52:03 GMT -5
As the heavily armoured one closed in one him he felt compelled to attack. But he did not raise his sword. He asked who the master of the humungous citidel was but no one spoke. "You are a fool. There is mention of a...space marine army in the Senate scrolls. Now identify yourself, I do not wish to play games..." Quintus leveled his sword at the large titan. Though he knew it would take an artilery hit from a onager to take down this monstar he would have to show no fear. A female approached but his eyes stayed fixed on the titan. He knew not even what she looked like. One false move and he would be dead if the large one decided to attack.
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Post by Setg on Nov 15, 2005 5:43:55 GMT -5
wolven saw and sensed more figures approaching the group. he had scouted the area, and found nothing, the lush gras that had appeared had covered all the plateau, leading up to the cliff where the drop into the lava was. The only area not seen yet was beyond the gates of the citadel. The gates were clsoed shut, for the moment. Approaching the troup of warriors, Wolven sensed anger and violence in the air, and saw wo of the warriors facing each other, almost ready to strike, their stances poised and ready. "Hold warriors," he barked, "Let us find out why we are here, before we start to detroy each other shall we?" He noticed the arrival of a feamle, her musk differenciating her from the others. He eyed her up warily. She too, was a warrior. She stood proud and fearless, a noble atitude which Wolven respected.
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