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Post by 0darkblade0 on Nov 26, 2005 17:51:18 GMT -5
"I don't have any gods, i don't need them." Malus replied.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 26, 2005 18:01:14 GMT -5
Quintus looked surpisingly at Malus, "You are truely blasphemus and foolish. Yet if you say you do not need the gods it will be your own fault if you fail." He paused for a moment and then asked,"What nations are there in the future. Is there...Rome? Is it still a great empire? or have her civil wars broke her apart?"
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Nov 26, 2005 18:03:42 GMT -5
All that is left of rome is in legend.
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Post by econdha on Nov 27, 2005 3:30:55 GMT -5
"Jasha Ninewinds. Our duties are clear enough. If I die, my soul will belong with my brethren and the Emperor of Man. What fate awaits yours?" This was the warrior she was to face. His armor....it was cuendillar....her channeling wouldn't touch it. It would also be impervious to her sword. Even the Herring's blades couldn't penetrate that. What fate awaits me? She wasn't foolish enough to believe her place as the Dark One's right hand would be held for her if she died. She ran through the list of the 12 other Chosen in her mind. None of them were truely worthy of the position. If she died, then, either one of the Dreadlords would be raised to the position, or one of the most worthy of the ancient High Servants would be raised. It would probably be Kairan, that boy who'd learned to channel so young. He was devious, and had a strong flair for tactics. That didn't answer the question of what would become of her. She seriously doubted she was skilled enough to have earned a place as one of those waiting in the wings to be returned to life. What happened to the less than worthy Nae'Blis, then? But you are worthy. He tested you himself. Honestly, what do you think he put in the mind trap? Days of agony returned to her. He'd weakened her to the point where her soul could be removed from her body...yet she was still here. What had he put in the container if not a part of her soul, to be stored for later use? You will live as you are needed. He'd promised her. With renewed hope, Jasha smiled at her two allies. Cajun and Alex looked back at her, unaware of the cause of her happiness. It didn't matter if she died here, she'd already proven herself worthy of her Dark Lord's version of paradise. Eternal Servitude.
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Post by Setg on Nov 27, 2005 6:05:35 GMT -5
Wolven rose from his slumber, stretching out over the stone floor. He had been provided with a lavish four poster bed by the emperor, but had no need for such a thing. Since his change, he had never felt comfortable on a bed, a rug on a floor would suffice. The thought brought back flashbacks, of his change. He was a hunter, a fabled one, whose skills were known to all. Unfortunately, his ego more than surpassed his skills. When rumour reached him of an unkillable warrior wolf, deep in the forest of Uhanimar <<ooc nod to cheshire>> , he had felt compelled to show this pathetic excuse of a mongrel what a real hunter looked like. As it was, he was nearly torn apart, and it was only the help of his guide in injuring the wolf, that allowed him to escape from the woods alive. Soon however, the change occured. At first he changed to wolf anf then back, several times this occured, each time more agony-inducing than the last. Then, when he changed for the last time it was permanent. Awash with anger and despair, he slaughtered anyone he came across. Man, woman, child. beast, it mattered not - he was consumed by the bloodlust he felt when he killed. Then one day, he found the tracks of the wolf from Uhanimar. They led to a small village where he found the monster slaughtering it's occupants. Anger, rage, and vengeance consumed him, washing away any trace of despair. With fire in his heart, he ripped the wolf that had caused this change in two and devoured it. Realisation begun to seep into his mind, and he suddenly realised that he had become a monster, a beast, the very thing he despised. From that day, he only killed animals to eat, or humans only in self-defence. A rap on the door awoke him from his daydream, and one of the Emperor's minions walked through the door. "It is time," it said, "Follow me." Wolven rose and did as the creature requested. He did not fear the Emperor, as he feared no creature, but the power weilded by him was something to be cautious, and Wolven had not lived as long as he had by ingoring caution. As they walked through the winding corridors of the palace, he thought about the situation. He had been chosen to fight another warrior, as had all the others. It seemd this Emporer had decide to stage a tournament, taking warriors from all places and bringing them here for his own amusement. The thought sickened Wolven, of being a puppet in a show for some being, but to attack this Emperor would be foolish indeed. He thought of his opponent. He had not seen much of him, or talked to him as he ahd the others at the start. His name was Alexander Kaiser, and seemd to be a noble warrior. He had seen him keep to himself and knew little about him, exept that they must fight to the death for this Emperor's amusement. The minion stopped ahead of him and opened a door. Inside swirled a black vortex, a portal it seemed to a different place. "Enter," the minion rasped, "and face your opponent." Wolven hesitantly stepped forward, and entered the portal.....
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Post by Setg on Nov 27, 2005 11:13:35 GMT -5
Wolven stepped through the portal and inter the arena. As he entered he heard the announcer listing the titles belonging to his opponent. Knight of the Order of the Wolf, Envy of the Darkness, Destroyer of Flames...ALEXANDER KAISER!" Hmmm, Knight of the Order of the Wolf. An interesting development thought Wolven. He surveyed the surrounding arena with interest. It was sand and stone, with huge spiked gates seperating the combatants from the crowd, who seemed busy baying for blood. He saw his opponent, sat seemingly meditating on the stone floor, his huge oak staff at his side. The staff may be a problem, he thought. His reach will extend mine. I shall have to be cautious. With that, he leaned his head back, and let out am enormous roaring howl, sounding his prescence. The arena reverberated with the sound of it and all but Kaiser stopped what they were doing in awe. Stretching his body in preparation, Wolven prepared for the battle that lay ahead....
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Post by Boba Fett on Nov 27, 2005 19:50:39 GMT -5
(Iv been punished for the week, so L.T take control, even tho you really cant fight each other till im back. Just do the show off rounds.)
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 27, 2005 20:15:07 GMT -5
OOC:
Um... what the hell.... Im gone for a few days and the RP goes up to page 8?! Goddammit! This isnt going to be easy to fix. Can someone give me a PM about what is going on? Since Im sure due to the posts and actions, Kroenen will show up to the gate in say... HOURS. >.<
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Post by econdha on Nov 27, 2005 20:47:29 GMT -5
*looks around* Red's gone, I guess that'd be me.
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Nov 27, 2005 20:50:01 GMT -5
Yep.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 28, 2005 16:30:02 GMT -5
Yes that is me up there, i was at chips house, im punished till friday again, L.T. please dont let Ice age get TO far lol, and just do show off rounds. Be back before you know it.
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Post by The General on Nov 28, 2005 19:05:38 GMT -5
Grievous burst through the Arena doors, his eyes burning with a cold anger. The General took in the look of the arena around him, his mind scanning over what he knew about this Human called Darkblade. He was normal, a standard soldier, nothing special. He was not like a Jedi, who was phisically, as well as mentally enhanced...in short, he had nothing to worry about.
Typically, Grievous would never underestimate his opponant, and yet this time, he was not worried. Had the fool been allowed a Gun, it may have been on equal grounds, but no, all he had to work with would be a Sword or blade at best. Even if the Blade could match and defeat a lightsaber, it meant nothing to Grievous. Having a blade is one thing, knowing how to use it is another. But what if he did? It still did not matter.
This human was normal. An Earthling for that matter. His reflexes couldn't even best a Gungan's. His eyesight? Both of his equaled one of Grievous' without the enhancement. His strength? The boy was mortal, his stamina an hour at best. Sooner or later he would tire, where as Grievous could fight for days. Pain tolerance? Once again, no Jedi. One well aimed punch or kick and this fight was over. Plus, with the Emperors allowed...modifications, this fight was already his.
Grievous paced, hunched and waiting, his cloak draped over him, impatient for his opponant....no, his target practice to arrive.
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Post by Spooky on Nov 28, 2005 23:21:11 GMT -5
((Malus, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, actually I love it. AHEM: I hereby announce you're about to be proper fucked by The General. You better hope it rains...))
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 29, 2005 2:59:21 GMT -5
The closed gates that prevented his entrance began to rattle and shake, slowly tearing right off of their hinges. With a loud SNAP the gates were free of their hinges, the posts themselves almost being pulled right out of the ground. The two torn gates hover high in the air, their forms changing as though being crushed by an unseen giant. Each one crushed and crumbled up like wads of paper and dropped, crashing deep into the ground’s surface.
Kroenen calmly walked forward, his tail swinging at one of the large hunks of balled of metal and sending it hurling off over the side of the cliff, sending it down into the deep fiery lava pits below. Pathetic security. Kroenen took his time approaching the large entrance of the palace, crushing broken pieces of glass that were over the ground from the now demolished gates. He stared down into the lava pits below, trying to ignore the intense heat they produced. While he couldn’t sweat, he still had cybernetics to think of. Last thing he needs is to have his processors overheat. Luckily, he has a very powerful coolant system installed that insures a 99.9% chance that he will never overheat. But still, he was more comfortable, mentally and physically, in the cold.
He came to a halt at the large wooden doors of the Palace, planting his hand on it and tracing a finger down it, his claw leaving a trail down it as venom was injected from the tips. Heh. Cute. Two holes formed in the doors, as though some invisible fists had just slammed through. The doors began to shake and creak right before they got torn off their hinges and tossed over the edge of the cliff, turning to ash before ever even reaching the lava pits below. He didn’t even check to see if the door was locked or not. Sure, he could have just as easily opened it while keeping it intact, but wheres the fun in that? Besides, if you have Agita powers, theres no need to let them go to waste.
Kroenen stepped inside, looking around slowly, scanning for any life forms. He looked in a few rooms until he found the dining room. The large table was covered in plates of both half-eaten meals, and some that were completely licked clean. Whoever lived here must’ve just finished not too long ago. How great, indecency and gluttony. He looked around a few of the rooms, but found nothing. But that didn’t discourage him one bit. He will find the owners of this worthless piece of land and get some much demanded answers, even if it meant tearing the whole place down to find them.
________________________ OOC: Well, theres something. Its not much, but its something. I wish I couldve gotten here earily and not be so damn late, could've done better. But oh well. I didnt know if there was a door to the palace or what it was made of if it was, Red failed to mention that. He mentioned a gate but I didnt know if thats to keep people out or if it actually leads into the palace. Whatever... Red, it would be very kind of ya if you could possibly get that little diety character of his or minions to possibly show up and lead Kroenen to the others? Or use some kinda magic that sends him there... Or something... Sure, after hours of reading and thinking I could probably figure out what exactlys going on and get Kroenen to where the others are, but it'll be easier if ya helped Mr. God, sir. XD Or is LT. now playing that role? Argh.
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Post by econdha on Nov 29, 2005 3:26:58 GMT -5
The gates had been breached. The emperor could sense them fail suddenly. The intruder was into the great hall before his minions could reach him. One of the Minas demons encountered the intruder in the sleeping wing and was destroyed within seconds. Fortunately it would reappear in the depths of the fortress, completely renewed.
The second minion to find him was an Agrara demon, far more imposing. The Emperor took command of it's mind. "Hello Karl Ruprect Kroenen. I'm your host...." He explained that this was a tournament of the greatest warriors from all across the dimensions, that the prize was unlimited power, should he triumph.
The demon led the way through the portal to the arena entrance. The emperor felt it perish as well. Soon Kroenen would step into the ring.
OOC: I'm godmodding because I'm supposed to be Red. (same reason the emperor talks like he's in highschool.) Colonel, would you please have your character enter the ring, have a servant announce any titles or notable victories, and I will be announing the 'show off round' shortly. Thank you.
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Nov 29, 2005 3:39:03 GMT -5
Malus stared at general Grevious from his position on the stage. Every bit as impatient and bad-tempered as normal. Good thing i loved swinging around sticks as a child He hested the sword and swung it around, reversing the grip and swinging it around in a figure eight, letting the lopsided weight add momentum. he threw it hish in the air and watched with childlike joy as it made an arc, spiralling in the air. He waited for it to start to fall. He grabbed it expertly and was swinging it around for the joy of it, soon all thought of the others was forgotten as imaginary enemies jumped out of his mind and at him, he blocked, stabbed, swung and dodged. Now he was utterly consumed in the dance of death, the blade started sparking and he came back to reality. Woops, better stop before it bursts into flame, that would not do yet. he stopped, holding it out in front of him like he was fencing, brought it down to his side. and stared at Grevious. Underestimate me B####, i dare you.
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Post by econdha on Nov 29, 2005 3:56:37 GMT -5
The emperor stood. "Now is the time for the tournament to begin! Many were here, many have already retreated, their tails between their legs. Now is time for another test of your right to be here. To prove your worth you will not face one another in the first round, you will face my minions."
His three top warriors stepped forward. They would each fight dozens of the combatants, winning and being defeated. The emperor had matched them against the servant who would provide the greatest challange.
There was Anngarad, the assassin, who's weapon was a poison spear and the razor edges of his cowl. He was the most cunning of the three. There was Gelhan the Black Knight, armed with a sword and strength unhinted at by his lithe form. He was not burly, but he was the strongest of the three. Finally there was Renhaman with her bladed bowstaff. She was the quickest of them, the most difficult to strike.
After allowing the participants to observe their first opponents momentarily, the emperor spoke again. "Only 10 of you will survive to see the second round. May fortune be with you." He sat in the great throne and allowed a minion to make the further announcements. This was going well.
OOC: Here's the deal, yall. We're having a show off round. This will wipe out all those NPC's(sorry, Cajun) and give us a chance to show off our stuff. Technically you'll all be victorious in your first round. You can make it as grueling or as quick as you want. Remember, this is your chance to show what your character can do, without the inconvinience of not god modding. You've all got GodChars. Use them well.
Now is the time to make the enemy Fear you.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 29, 2005 3:58:59 GMT -5
Good thing i loved swinging around sticks as a child [/i] [/quote] OOC: And, of course, any child who plays with sticks grows up to be a expert swordsman. Just as anychild who plays doctor grows up to be a lady killer, and any child that plays Cops N Robbers grows up to be a cop snorting drugs and eating dougnuts... Childhood can be a real bitch sometimes. Goo. Sorry, couldnt resist...
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Post by econdha on Nov 29, 2005 4:03:49 GMT -5
As I am not Red, I will allow you to chose your own opponent out of the three minions. They can be veiwed here. (http://www.jaestudio.com/AbyssalGroupshot.jpg) You can fight the same minion someone else did. You may not fight more than one.
If you can't figure out which is which, from my description, you're too stupid to be in my tournament anyway.
Since this round doesn't really count, I will trust you to chose the one that will be most effective against your character. Make them a challange. A fighter is not judged by how he defeats someone who is weaker than themself. They are judged by how they deal with someone stronger.
Translation: Any one hit kills and your post will not count. Thank you.
Instead of trying to organize you, I'm just gonna let you post when you can. Once everyone has posted,(or a sufficiant number) we can move on.
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Post by Setg on Nov 29, 2005 9:27:16 GMT -5
Wolven stared ahead at his new opponent. An instant beforehand, he had been watching Alexander Kaiser carefully, wary of his opponent. Then, in a bolt of red lightning, Kaiser dissappeared, leaving one of the Emperor's minions stood before him. "What is the meaning of this!" growled Wolven. "The meaning is your death!!" roared the new challenger, swinging his sword towards Wolven with suprising speed. Wolven dodged back out of the way. "Explain yourself, Now!" he demanded. " I am Gelhan, the Dark Knight. And i am the bringer of your destruction. I have been instructed by the emperor to bring him your head!" Gelhan roared again and came at Wolven with a downward swing, the wold leaping to the side, his patience starting to rapidly dissapear. "So be it fool!!" snarled Wolven, letting his eyes bleed to the dark red that accompanied his bloodlust rages. As Gelhan arched the sword for a long reaching swipe, Wolven leapt, hitting the knight with his claws. He landed and turned to face the Knight, and smiled at what he saw. Confused, Gelhan looked down, and saw a bllody furrow across his midesction. "Insignificant wretch", he screamed at Wolven, "You will pay for that insult with your head!!" He charged at Wolven, hacking and slashing with his sword, making Wolven dive and roll with all his natural agility. As he hefted his sword for a downward strike, Wolven saw his oppurtunity. As Gelhan brought the sword down, Wolven reached up and grabbed the sword with his claws. Gelhan strained with the effort to complete the strike, and looked over at Wolven. A starnge glassy eyed smile was creeping over his face, even while the blood from the sword biting in to his flesh ran down his arms in rivulets. With a snarl, Wolven ripped the sword from Gelhan's grip, suprising the warrior. Not letting the momentum drop, Wolven threw a clawed swipe at Gelhan.s helmet, smashing it away from his face and forcing him to the ground. Wolven crawled over the dazed knight, and watched the fear slip over the fallen knight's eyes, before he dipped his head down and ripped Gelhan's throat out, in a spurt of crimson blood.
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