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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 15, 2005 7:04:25 GMT -5
Vautren stared at Quintus for a moment, deeply impressed with the human warrior. With the more dangerous of the pair apparently willing to turn its back on him, he could afford to be diplomatic. Slowly, he lowered the point of his sword to the ground and placed his hand on its pommel.
"No, you probably would not have heard of us. I think we are all a very long way from our brethren - but I do not believe you are my enemy. If I cannot know the name of this place's master, I would know yours."
He turned to face the Wolf. "You are correct, Wolven. It would be very much in the nature of the dark powers to trick honourable warriors into fighting each..."
Vautren stopped dead, feeling a scratching at the edge of his consciousness. His sword leapt into a defensive tilt, blue lightning arcing along its edge, as he whipped round to face the approaching woman. She was beautiful and alluring - almost unnaturally so - and after a lifetime of instinctive self denial, for her even to register was a warning sign. On mental reflex, Vautren began cycling though the litany of detestation in his head as he surveyed the newcomer. But without an immediate attack, he pulled his sword back.
"I am Tiberius Vautren, Jasha Ninewinds" he announced coldly. "Are you also a stranger in this place?"
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Post by Setg on Nov 15, 2005 8:23:43 GMT -5
Wolven looked around at the situation, and tried to comprehend what was happening. He felt he was not in Hell, the very prescence of these apparently noble warriors seemed to confirm that. Perhaps the Norse gods that he had heard of were right. Perhaps this was the fabled Valhalla, where the greatest warriors went for their final rest. So far, a total of 5 warriors, seemingly from different worlds almost, had appeared here. His patience was wearing thin, as no explanation came forward as to why they were actually here. Deciding to take action, Wolven stepped up to the others. "Fellow warriors, it seems the answer to our situation may lie beyond thses citadel gates. And i for one, would like to know what that is."
Walking over to the gates, he leant back onto his haunches, Wolven leapt at the huge,wooden citadel gates with all his might, claws extended to cause maximum impact. The movement was almost too quick to follow, but the result was not. As soon as Wolven made contact with the heavy doors, a bolt of red lightning, similar to the one that had brought him here, hit him with all it's might. He fell, writhing in agony to the floor, all the while the lightening coursing through him like a red plague. After a few seconds, the lightening subsided, and Wolven lay panting heavily on the floor, trying to organise his body to work again. Lifting his head slowly, he looked at the gathered warriors and with a heavy sigh he informed them "Bad idea."
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Post by econdha on Nov 15, 2005 12:04:10 GMT -5
Wolven looked around at the situation, and tried to comprehend what was happening. He felt he was not in Hell, the very prescence of these apparently noble warriors seemed to confirm that. Perhaps the Norse gods that he had heard of were right. Perhaps this was the fabled Valhalla, where the greatest warriors went for their final rest. So far, a total of 5 warriors, seemingly from different worlds almost, had appeared here. His patience was wearing thin, as no explanation came forward as to why they were actually here. Deciding to take action, Wolven stepped up to the others. "Fellow warriors, it seems the answer to our situation may lie beyond thses citadel gates. And i for one, would like to know what that is." Walking over to the gates, he leant back onto his haunches, Wolven leapt at the huge,wooden citadel gates with all his might, claws extended to cause maximum impact. The movement was almost too quick to follow, but the result was not. As soon as Wolven made contact with the heavy doors, a bolt of red lightning, similar to the one that had brought him here, hit him with all it's might. He fell, writhing in agony to the floor, all the while the lightening coursing through him like a red plague. After a few seconds, the lightening subsided, and Wolven lay panting heavily on the floor, trying to organise his body to work again. Lifting his head slowly, he looked at the gathered warriors and with a heavy sigh he informed them "Bad idea." The males were losing patience with the situation. The walking wolf lost his temper and leapt onto the gate. It was an impresive jump, but almost before he touched, a red lighting bolt was arching out of the sky. It slammed into him, throwing him from the citadel. This was OBVIOUSLY not the far continent. Jasha watched the lightning in fascination as it arched off the wolf's body. Stepping forward, she knelt at it's side. "May I help you?" She drew on the One Power, forming a healing weave, but not applying it without his permission. "I'm a healer." The thing would probably say no, and Jasha wouldn't blame it, not with all the other warriors...male warriors standing around. "Your internal organs have probably been damaged, if you don't accept my help you could die within hours." She hadn't checked yet, and it probably wasn't true, but it was quite unlikely that he knew that. Besides, if this was some warriors challange, they would likely need him able to fight.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 15, 2005 19:50:42 GMT -5
Quintus, who was fed up with the whole situation, began to march past the group to the hills in the distance so he could get a good look on the entire area. After he arived he took off his helmet and peered off into the distance. He saw nothing but endless rolling hills. After a few minutes of scanning the horizon he saw somthing. A human figure wandering alone. After it came closer he saw it was a male. Bearded and in strange clothing. Yet by this time he should be used to it. Quitnus put his helmet back on and began to march to the wandering stranger to pull him to the group. He MUST have some importance if the gods willed him here.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 15, 2005 21:23:08 GMT -5
(Hey guys, sorry for the delay but yall will have to wait just a bit longer ok.I seem to have been punished and i am sneaking on right now so yall will have to wait for me please, Ill be on friday. Anyone who hasnt posted their intrance do so, if you already have then no more posting until i get back.Thank You)
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Post by econdha on Nov 16, 2005 2:15:38 GMT -5
*growls* Ok, next time Red is online (Friday I suppose.) I'll get ALL the information from him, so when he disappears again, at least someone will know what's going on. I am supposed to be co-runner of this thing after all.
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Post by Setg on Nov 16, 2005 5:59:38 GMT -5
Wolven looked cautiously at the woman, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the womans striking appeal. he had not felt longings like these since his days as a human. He had heard of healers back in his land. Usually crones who dabbled in the occult, wise sages, who used the fruits of the realm to help heal. Although his healing properties would mean he would heal sooner than most, any extra help would not be dismissed. "Certainly", he replied. "Any fool to refuse help from such a beautiful maiden would certainly be the king of fools."
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Post by The General on Nov 17, 2005 19:41:22 GMT -5
Grievous laughed, appraoching the fallen Jedi, he hung now from the platform, ready to drop into the abyss. "You lose Kenobi." Grievous snarled under his breath, lifting the Electrostaff from the ground, and twirling it in his hand once as he stalked forward, prepared to strike him down,and finish his adversary off once and for all.
As soon as he prepared to strike, movement out of the corner of his eye caught hi attention. Within seconds the Blaster pistol flew from the ramp and into kenobi's hand, and a red holt bolt exploded from the barrel. Grievous looked down in pure disbelief, pain wracking his remaining nerve endings. A second shot burst out, and then a third, and in an instant his world was on fire, erupting from his chest casing and helmet, and then he knew no more...
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Grievous' head swam, it felt as though his entire body was floating. He slowly lifted himself from the ground, and it came back to him in a flash. The platform. Utapau. Kenobi. His death. This was impossible, he had felt himself die, and yet, he was not. On a second glance, he also realized that this was not Utapau. Or any planet he had never seen before, for that matter. He stalked across the rocky ground, hunched over, hiding his truely massive form.
In the distance, he saw a massive red bolt of light erupt from the sky, illuminating a large gate. His curiousity overrided his sense of confusion, and immediately he headed for the complex. Had he been captured? Taken by the enemy? Perhaps he hadn't died, and had merely been rendered senseless. Either way, he guessed that he would find out as soon as he reached the gates. His talons clicked on the stone as he walked, echoeing over the area, until he halted at the doors.
Never one for manners, General Grivous pushed against the massive gate doors, and instantly, he doors screeched apart to reveal a citadel, containing creatures he did not recognize. As he stood there, another bolt of lightning flashed in the background, illuminating his ivory colored shell, and glowing yellow eyes. His raspy breathing filled the suddenly quiet citadel, and he looked over the rabble before him.
He noticed several beings that looked like males, only one o which was a female, bending over what seemed to be a wounded dog. He called out, harshly and intensely, just as he had when giving orders on his ship. "Where am I...and who runs this pile of filth. Answer now if you wish to see tomorrow." He hissed.
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Post by The General on Nov 17, 2005 19:42:43 GMT -5
"No more Netherealm for me. But where the hell am I now?" *I look around there were different people around me. I could see I was trapped with these people. I tried to teleport out but I ended up at the gates. I could not escape.* "WHAT!?" *I teleported back where the other people were.* "Whats going on?" I have been asked to request you make your introduction longer, if you refuse, your post will be deleted and you will be removed from the Tournament.
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Post by econdha on Nov 17, 2005 20:05:47 GMT -5
It was nessecary to delve the wolf, to determine what damage there was. It gave her valuable information about the nature of him. He had been human, once. He had been changed.
The idea gave her chills. She'd done similar things. Her skills assured they mostly survived the change. Their minds Never made it, though. This was a thing to watch.
Another warrior marched up. <i>"Where am I...and who runs this pile of filth. Answer now if you wish to see tomorrow." He hissed.</i> Jasha finished Healing the wolf, turned and stood. She had long since grown accustomed to being treated with respectful caution, even by the lesser Chosen.
"You are here. You know as much as the rest of us." She studied the metallic creature before her. Now This was something she had never seen. Only small, small bits of it were alive. It was tall and lanky and cloaked.
She wanted to ask it's identity, but had to right to the information. If it tried to follow through with it's threat, well, she knew how to deal with metal. The power of earth would turn all the metal magnetic easily. Then he would be at a serious disadvantage.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 18, 2005 7:37:01 GMT -5
As he ever neared the target in the distance he heard a raspy voice call out, "Where am I...and who runs this pile of filth. Answer now if you wish to see tomorrow." Quintus studied the newcomer and gasped at his posture, and look. It greatly resembled Domnorix! The gaulish warlord! he would not live to see another day. Domnorix had his back to Quintus. The fool would pay for his mistake in blood. He unsheathed his sowrd and jogged towards Domnorix, his old foe. As he neared he reared back and brought his gladius down on his head. His sword bent slightly. When Domnorix turned around he saw it was NOT Domnorix but some kind of a demon...
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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 18, 2005 8:07:49 GMT -5
Still unsure what to make of the proceedings, Vautren stepped away, rested his sword and began a meditative prayer to clear his thoughts. The female was clearly a witch of some sort, although her allegiances were not clear. The masked, yellow-clad human stank of the daemonic but only observed. The second apparently ordinary human merely seemed confused.
The machine-daemon's arrival pulled the conscious half of his brain to action. Sure enough, the warp-chaneller began to entreat it. Then, he saw one of the bravest actions he'd ever witnessed. With nothing more than a crude sword, the human warrior attacked the daemon, with predictably limited results. Pulling himself back to full consciousness he brought his sword into a ready stance, preparing to assist this valiant soldier.
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Post by Setg on Nov 18, 2005 9:05:23 GMT -5
Wolven tried shakily to stand. The pain had subsided somewhat ,and he could hfeel his body healing faster than usual. Surely this healer must have special talents indeed. The first attempt was painful and unsuccessful. The second, filled with resillience, did succeed,. He raised to four legs,a dnthen slowly to two. Slowly walking back slightly, he reared back onto his hind legs and stretched to his full height, sendiing new sparks of pain shooting through him. It was a good pain though, an adrenaline fuelled reminder that he was alive. Dropping down to four paws again he surveyed the situation before. he noticed the arrival of two more warriors, one dressed in an assassin's robes, with vibrant yellow sashes. The warrior puzzled him, he looked human but his smell.... He had scented the underworld demons before and would not forget their scent in a hurry. This scent was not that, but too similar to be anything else. The other warrior had no scent, as though he did not exist. At first he seemed to be covered head to foot in armour, but Wolven uickly realised that the creature was metal. He caughta slight whiff of old flesh from amongst the metal, as though there beat an cold heart within but other than that....metal. As he looked around, he saw the first warrior, Quintus if he remembered correctly, approach the new metal warrior from behind and draw his weapon. Still too groggy from the lightening to stop him, he watched as the warrior hefted his sword and brought it down hard onto the metal warriors head with an almighty klang of metal on metal. he watched in dis-beleif as teh warriors sword almost bent unnaturally and almost broke. Sensing danger, he readied himself....
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 18, 2005 17:51:08 GMT -5
As Quintus struck at Grievous a bolt or the red lightning bursted from the window and smashed into the man. Sending him flieing into the wall the red light flicking from his body. ********************************************
As Neo walked in the rain he sensed around him thousands if not Millions of Smith.The water droplets unusually heavy as the smashed into his head.
One of the smiths moved into the center of the road with Neo. "Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you. Like what I'v done with the place?"
Neo looks at him and speaks. "It ends tonight." Smith smirks and says,"I know it does - I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show - we already know that I'm the one that beats you."
Neo begins to charge him and so does Smith, but just before they reach each other time seems to stop. All Neo sees is a Red lighting bolt smash into his head and absorb him. Seeing this no matter how slow it was Smith used all of his new power and grabbed Neo's dress like cape and was sucked in as well.
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You all look as the bolt hits and two people are released.Being in ths same position as before the bolt they both hit and send each other flying. Neo into the wall next to Quintus and Smith into the Gate to the castle, were the lightning knocks him out cold and drops him.
Just as this is happening you all look up to see many bolts coming from the sky, you all know they are carrying passengers and watch them impact.
(Sorry, but im back now, and you can each say you see some person, no God person remember.Like maybe spider man or something along those lines, Colonel Kroenen maybe. lol, go for it you guys have to floor for a moment.)
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 18, 2005 17:52:24 GMT -5
(Almost forgot)
As the General enters and speaks about this apparent filth another red bolt slies into his face. It didnt seem to knock him down but it did hurt him and the General knew.
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Post by The General on Nov 18, 2005 17:55:08 GMT -5
He looked down at the small female specimen before him, dissapointment filling him. These idiots knew no more than he did, meaning that he would have to sit in ignorance until he could find whoever lived here. He hardly felt it, but the sound of metal hitting metal was unmistakable. He turned around to see a warrior holding his sword in disbelief at the bent blade. Near him, another warrior stood, seemingly ready to defend the first. This commoner had dared to strike him? He snarled, the gutteral noise filling his mask.
He took a step forward, his talons shooting out to wrap around the mans neck, when a flash of appraoching movement caught him off guard. The bolt of red light slashed across him, his entire body filling with the beastly discharge. As the lightning coursed through his body, a deep ghastly voice filled his mind, deep and penetrating, "This is my plain, this is my filth, and you would do well not to criticize, or would you rather stay dead. Have more respect for a more powerful being," It snarled.
His body hit the ground, clattering against the cobblestone, the voice echoeing through his head. At least it answered some of his questions...he had died, but this being had brought him back. But for what? Slowly Grievous lifted himself from the ground, his servomotors screeching slightly as he did so. He realized that this voice controlled the battle for now, and that it could very well destroy him at any time. He would have to listen and obey...for now....
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 19, 2005 23:08:41 GMT -5
Were is every one?
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Post by Setg on Nov 20, 2005 5:53:21 GMT -5
Wolven looked on as the new, metal warrior reached to grab Qunitus, and was suddenly struck by another bolt of red lightning. The bolt rocked the metal warrior, sending him to his knees, almost abasing himself to the power. He watched as the lightening subsided, and the robot rose shakily to it's steel-clawed feet. It seemed who, or what ever had brought them to this place aslo exercise'd it's control over their actions. Also, more warriors had arrived. They both seemed similar in looks, both were human, or human looking. The first one smelt human but much more and was slowly standing. The other gave no scent and was seemingly unconscious on the floor. Suddenly a crack of thunder and blinding light caught the sky. The warriors shielded their eyes as one, and as the light subsided raised their heads to see what was happening. The sky was awash with red lightning bolts, all stiking the ground in the distance. Wolven realised that these bolts were what brought the warriors here, and thus more warriors came.....
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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 20, 2005 11:47:09 GMT -5
Vautren watched bolt after bolt impact on the ground around them, the purpose of their presence now terribly clear. At last he understood. In his righteous fury, he had ventured to far into the torn reality of Kerberan, and then come into the Realm of Chaos itself. Here the dark powers, known and unknown, ruled supreme and toyed with mortal lives for their amusement. In this realm the very fabric of reality was their plaything - and whatever deity owned this world seemed to want warriors to battle for its amusement.
For a sickening moment, Vautren knew he was damned and his very soul forfeit. Then the ancient words of his early tuition came back to him. The torments his soul could suffer were as nothing compared to those who embraced Chaos; eventually the God-Emperor of Mankind would triumph and he would know peace. Being trapped here was the price to be paid for banishing Mrk'ak'hozai, and it was a price every Grey Knight understood. What mattered now was the strength of his faith, his loyalty to humanity and the manner of his death. Slowly, quietly, he began the canticle of absolution;
"Praise the Emperor for his sacrifice, as he endures so shall we..."
A bolt detonated next to him, releasing a roaring, bull-headed giant wielding an iron mace. Even in his armour, the beast was twice Vautren's height, and apparently berserk. The Grey Knight ducked back as the enraged behemoth swang at him. Without breaking his recitation, Vautren readied his sword and swung at the monster.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 20, 2005 12:06:05 GMT -5
As Vautron is swinging his blade there is a booming voice that shakes evryone and makes them kneel," Enough!!, there will be no battles until I say there is." As the voice ends a shadow forms from the door and spreads onto the ground and a terrifying creature portrudes through the darkness as if it were tangible. (The Emperor and his minions: www.jaestudio.com/AbyssalGroupshot.jpg)As this creature appears 3 more red portals of shadow open and out jump three smaller creations. "I am the Emperor! I have summoned all of you here," You watch as the red eye scans across you, as if i is looking into your very soul. "I have brought you here for 1 reason and one reason alone. To fight, i am hosting The Ultimate Tournement, warriors from every plain comeing to battle. The winner will be indulged in more power than he can ever imagine. No one objects do they?" Out in the crowd of warriors a few raise their hands and just like that, they were gone, didnt even take a bolt. "Now, in a moment you will all come inside of my great palace, and that is were you will eat well and sleep tonight. Form friendships maybe or enemies.But there will be no fighting, or you will contend with me.Any questions?" The emperor's trident was almost as large as he, it stood 30 feet aswell. The red lightning seemed to lick from it, as if he had just shot it but to faast for anyone to see.
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