The Menagerie [Freeform] IC thread [Archive] - Giant in the Playground Forums

Dire Reverend

2012-02-20, 03:26 AM

To access the OOC thread, click here. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=12754482)

The Collector decided that its creation, The Menagerie, was too mundane for its liking. The creatures it created or collected already have killed themselves, allied with each other or isolated themselves from everybody else. To make it interesting, it collected a second batch of creatures, and released them into its creation. Many of them had personalities that severely conflicted with each other, so it created them close to each other, but far enough so they could not see each other when they are initially collected.

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Raziel's world, Raziel and Kain:
Kain had just struck Raziel with his Soul Reaver, breaking it. Kain, realizing his defeat, retreats. Raziel, now in the Spiritual Realm, and he sees the spiritual form of the Soul Reaver. Raziel takes the blade, and it changes into its new form. The Elder God then telepathically speaks to Raziel.

“From this moment and forever afterward, you and this blade are inexplicitly bound. Soul Reaver and Reaver of Souls, your destinies are intertwined. By destroying the sword, you have liberated it from its corporeal prison, and restored it to its true form, a Wraith Blade; its energy unbound. No longer a physical blade, it can only manifest itself in the Material Realm when your strength is fully restored. Once manifest it will-”
Unknown location, Raziel only
Suddenly the area surrounding Raziel changes, the area is unfamiliar to him. The sky is clear, and much brighter. The area looks nothing like Nosgoth.

“What is this? Where have you put me?” he asks the Elder God. He hears nothing. “Damn it, you fiend, tell me where I am!”

Raziel hears nothing, only silence. Eventually he realizes he is no longer in his spiritual form, however his blade still exists. He attempts to enter the Spiritual Realm, but nothing happens.

“The Spiritual Realm and the Material Realm appear to be one in the same. I do not see any of my previous brethren, I must find out where I am, how to get back to Nosgoth, and kill Kain.”

Anecronwashere

2012-02-20, 03:41 AM

Random Island

Pakli was spending an average day on the beach.
2 people had arrived to get him to come out of retirement but were quickly banished and he returned to perusing a magazine when he vanished.
HEY! Watch it with the kidnappings! Wait. I don't recognize this place. Where am I? If this is some kind of joke Kliko, I swear-

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-20, 06:01 AM

Once, there was a sourceless shadow...

Triumph. A bitter draught unsavored by the only creature in a position to truly enjoy it - but poison-sweet nonetheless. The Ebon Dragon coiled in the skies above the Imperial Mountain. The Daystar was a dull, blood-red orb in the sky above, choked out by the cloying smoke issuing from the corrupted Omphalos, about which the Dragon's miles-long form was coiled, his baleful eyes turned downward. His maw, wide enough to swallow city blocks without chewing, was contorted in a grin of sickening glee. Below, the last fitful light of Creation was dying.

...who spat out the seed of the sun

Oh, the heroes were arrayed against him - those who had not already bent the knee. But the hated Exalted were shattered, empty images of themselves, their teeth yanked from bloodied jaws by the death of the Dragon's despised creation. Without the righteousness of the Sun to illumine the weaknesses in the Dragon's armor, he knew no rival on this world. And soon - oh, so soon! there would be vengeance. There would be... retribution of a suitably epic scale. Suffering the likes of which would break the world itself. Though the broken titan curled about the world's heart held a certain appreciation for treachery, that would not slow him from filling all of Creation with their tears. Violations undreamed of awaited his foes, the last ragged survivors forced to continue an existence where the only rule was the whim of a mad, broken titan - Darkness eternal, screams without end, forever and ever, amen.

He could hardly wait.

he fell into his own shadow

But then... ah, something. A... tug. His coward's heart began to race. Had they found his feitch? Impossible. But these were creatures who accomplished the impossible with frightening ease. Another tug, this one more insistent... and far away, across a void even he could not bridge with his thoughts, an insistent pull. In that pull, the dragon knew rage, fear, and the sudden, spiteful shattering of his victory - and was comforted, after a fashion. Triumph was a stranger to him, but these other things were old and lovingly hated companions.

and found himself imprisoned

And so the Dragon fell. There was nothing around him. Nothing that any of his senses could detect - no purchase for the tenebrous, slime-dripping shadows of his mind to latch upon. And so he fell, screaming his terror into the infinite abyss. It occurred to him that this was what dying must have been like for his Neverborn kin - the unnatural unmaking of everything that was. Terror filled his souls, and he thrashed in that infinite blackness - until something *cracked,* and light poured through.

he could not break the chains

Something was wrong. The Dragon's mind began to spin once more. He was not dead. He had tried being dead before, had touched the mad, broken things that had once been his hated siblings, and he knew that what he felt now was not the endless screaming insanity that passed for existence among them. Instead, there was a sensation he knew well - the binding of ineffable chains upon his soul, the intolerable leashing of his will to that of someone or something else. He rose - and found, to his hissing anger, that he was trapped not in his terrifying draconiform jouten, but in a broken parody of his human form - an oddly angular shadow, impenetrable and unbroken in the rough shape of a man.

so, smiling, he broke himself

The Dragon stood, looking around. He mustered the sneering contempt that filled the void where courage would be in another creature and turned his gaze towards the horizon. There was life here - and where there was life, there were tools and playthings. And he had been... imprisoned? Perhaps, but there were opportunities here, even if, at present, he could not exploit them. He was used to turning weaknesses into weapons, after all... and as he pulled himself from the crater of vitrified black glass where he had wounded the world upon his entry, he vowed that he would thank whoever brought him here for the opportunity. Of course, they probably wouldn't be in a position to understand him when he was done.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-20, 12:11 PM

William stirred and tired to sit up. That blast as the last gate was destroyed had sent him sprawling to the ground. But when he looked about, he knew he was not on a battlefield in the lands of the Picts anymore. He couldn't see Sir Lindon, or the ghost Empress, Naevia. None of his troops were with him, even his personal guard was missing. He was alone.

Then, he realized in horror that he couldn't feel the Grail anymore. It was even worse than after Glastonbury. He looked searched his gear and looked about and it confirmed his fear. He'd lost the Shard.

Suddenly, he heard something rustle in the scrub nearby. He immediately leapt to his feet and drew his sword.

"Who's there?!"

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 12:26 PM

At peace with his final act, and knowing it the only way to truly save his friends - and indeed, the world - Sherlock does the unthinkable, and takes a step back. Moriarty firmly in tow, they hurtle t'wards the bleak teeth of the Reichenbach Falls below. His eyes open until the last, Sherlock sees everything. Sees, and with his brain, deduces...

..."It appears I'm lost," a sufficiently vexxed young Sherlock mumbles. Taking a look around, he familiarizes himself with his surroundings, and dismissing them, travels with the Sun. From the taste and feel of the air, he knows he's not near a city. From the weight at his back, he knows his bag and computer are with him. He's no longer wet, and his nose is no longer broken. Indeed, none of the days' struggles seem to have afflicted him - an oddity, but not one that he would complain about just yet.

On his journey he performs a multitude of tests and studies. He still bled and felt pain, his memory and mind were fine, his laptop unbroken, still fully charged, the air and soil were slightly basic, and he could see approximately 2 kilometres farther than he could in London - typical of areas devoid of heavy carbon emissions. He'd just begun researching some basic camping techniques when he startles, nearly throwing his laptop - "WRAURHGHAH!" he shouts wordlessly at it, "WHOOOAARUGH," a bit better this time - "WHAT'SGOINGONIDEMANDANEXPLANATIONFORTHIS!" Visibly upset, he settles in for some deductive reasoning...

After some hours of very silly activities, involving the flapping of arms, visualizations, and running starts, he deduces he isn't dreaming. While it was possible he was dead and in Hell, that theory would be saved for later. Some more time later, no knowledge he possessed allowed him to successfully upload any information at all. Not a single handshake, ping, or request left his computer. Which was preposterous, of course, as everyone knows that an object that transmits no information doesn't exist. But by all the evidence he could muster, he was... at the Reichenbach Falls. Dab on it. Every tracking site, every gps location, every report, all had his laptop signal pegged firmly at the very edge of the falls. Preposterous. "Holmes Missing!" was making headlines everywhere - even in the Americas! How he loathed the thought of having clumsy Americans in his rooms, shuffling everything around.

Sadly, even this anger did not produce flames or cause him to grow wings or create ominous music. Lacking even basic data, even a hunch to go on, Sherlock grumpily packs up and gets a move-on. The sun is setting and he needs to make camp. He'd not seen much in the way of predatorial signs, but perhaps they're airborn... no, no pellets, they always leave pellets...

Emperor Ing

2012-02-20, 01:49 PM

A rift in space and time opened. From the void of all light emerged forth a being whose mere presence cast a shadow on its surroundings. Although it was visible, the being reflected no light, as if its mere existance was anathema. The being is an alien monstrosity too. Three legs ending in razor-sharp points served as its legs, where two such things served as hind legs. Three mighty horns erupted from the creature's "head," appearing stylized almost as if a cruel mockery of a regal crown. This is complimented by multiple thick follicles along the creature's backside ending in bright orange apexes that billow like a cape. Most notably of all, inside the creature's webbed mouth is a bright glowing orange core.

The Emperor Ing was plucked from its dimension at the moment of its death for what purpose, it is not sure. One thing is for certain: With the last of the energy probably long-gone by now, the World has probably collapsed under its own weight. With no other options, the massive anathema to light examines its surroundings.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 02:58 PM

The last of them fell, melting into sickening necrotic Essence. The floor was covered in blood and bodies, the walls nearly shattered from the force of his power. The Jade Pleasure Dome was in turmoil, stray and deflected attacks had struck the crowd and killed or severely wounded several bystanders. Sol Invictus let out a long breath, his molten orichalcum blood seeping from many wounds. He was hurt, and he knew it. With the light of the Daystar dimmed in Creation, his power was lower than it had ever been since the moment of his birth. He refused to fall, this shroud was only temporary. He could already feel his strength beginning to return. But that growing warmth was pierced by a shard of the deepest cold as one last assassin struck, plunging a dagger into his back.

Now he did fall, first to his knees and then flat on the floor. His killer stood triumphant, but ultimately foolish. Seeing the Godspear next to it's fallen master, the treacherous Abyssal seized it up, thinking it a trophy. But no sooner did he hold the pilfered weapon aloft than it's power burned him to cinders. Using the last of his ebbing power, he called out to his Exalted, his Princes of the Earth, and sent them one last message. "Avenge me." He instilled in them a fervent hatred for the one responsible for his demise, and drove them to save the world in his absence. Sol closed his eyes, even as he could hear the sound of other gods and his own Exalted rushing to his aid, moments to late, and wondered if he might actually die before they could reach him. But before that question could be answered, he felt himself fall. He felt as if he was falling through the air, he could smell trees and flowers, something not common in Yu Shan.

He opened his eyes, and for the first time in a long time (not counting assassins, he ruefully reminded himself) he was surprised. He was high above a forest, falling fast. The Aegis was on his back and the Godspear in his hand, but he felt different, diminished somehow. He was also not wearing his usual armor, and he could feel a caste mark on his brow. How novel. Had he died? Did slain gods come to this new world instead of being subsumed back into the Wyld? No, he did not think he was dead. He had been taken when he was still alive, and brought to this place. he could see a sun, but he sensed it was very different from his Daystar. The world below was not like Creation, it was...round? A globe, how quaint. He could see he was about to land though, maybe he could find some answers.

The forest is shaken by a thunderous crash, and Sol Invictus stands up in the crater formed by his impact. He immediately notes the lack of spirits in this forest, this place was vastly different than the world he came from. He sets out to explore this place, perhaps he can find a way home. He feels a moment of concern for Creation, but Luna and the Maidens could handle things there, especially with the Solars now rallied to it's defense. He should have slain the Ebon Dragon when he had the chance. When a Primordial's feitch soul was killed, it changed them, changed their natures. If his wretched father's nature had been changed, perhaps he could not escape so easily...

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-20, 03:04 PM

A man in a black coat looks around wordlessly at a world so different that any he has ever visited before, so normal. He then attempts to leave the world through the darkness, but discovers that he cannot. He shows no surprise to this. Indeed, he does not feel any surprise to this. A normal human may have felt surprise, but again, he does not. Two Dusks then appear, squirming around their leader in a way only they can.

His main method of transportation unavailable, Xemnas begins to simply walk forward.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-20, 04:58 PM

Various unknown locations, everyone but Sherlock Holmes:

You all hear a strange yelling noise in the distance. "WRAURHGHAH!" It sounds humanoid and you can determine a direction it came from. "WHOOOAARUGH! The origin of the sound then finally makes an unintelligible sound. "WHAT'SGOINGONIDEMANDANEXPLANATIONFORTHIS!"
Red lines, red lines everywhere

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 05:02 PM

Hearing a loud crash in the nearby forested area, Sherlock - doing what any rational human would do - rushes toward it. Perhaps, he thinks, some questions can be answered. And if not, it can't get any worse, can it?

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 05:05 PM

Hearing this odd shout, Sol hurries in that direction.

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-20, 05:08 PM

As good of a lead as any, thinks Xemnas, walking calmly towards the sound, hood up, still trailed by the two Dusks.

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 05:08 PM

Emperor Ing

2012-02-20, 05:26 PM

The Emperor hears the sound. Curious, its massive form makes a run for the origin of the sound. He mentally smiles, thinking whatever it is will at least be some sort of amusement.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-20, 05:27 PM

Unknown area, Raziel only:

Raziel runs toward the sound.

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Unknown forested area, Sherlock Holmes and Sol:

Sherlock and Sol, running towards each other, meet halfway.

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Unknown area (Sherlock’s collection point), Everyone except Sherlock and Sol:

Everybody listed meets each other, all at one point. Raziel looks at these strange figures, but says nothing.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 05:46 PM

"A mortal, here? I suppose this is not the afterlife of the gods afterall. You there, where is this place?"

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 06:07 PM

"Welcome to Reichenbach Falls," Sherlock replies, stowing his usual objections to the growing impossibilities. Sardonically, he asks, "So, did it hurt when you fell?" and then, "If there's two of us, there'll be others. They'd have heard us. Do you propose we meet them?" Brushing some travel wear from his clothing and whiping his hands on his pants, and turns back toward his campsite - "Sherlock Holmes, at your service," he calls back, "If you're not terribly busy, then."
(OOCNOTE):
Am I allowed to assume current time lines up with us now, or that Sherlock's (Our) Earth has knowledge of any of the current metas? Once Sherlock realizes he's in a world where reality doesn't apply so well that has been inhabited by - to him - fictitious and impossible characters, TVTropes and Wikipedia suddenly increase his power level by over 9000.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-20, 06:59 PM

The Ebon Dragon - Unknown Location (Convergence)

The Dragon could taste life on the air. To his pleasure, he found that although it was light, the sun did not have the particular effects of Creation's blazing light - It cast shadows, but did not burn away the dark as Sol's fiery engine did.

But there... was that not a taste of his wayward son? He stiffened, his umbral outline quavering as he detected the presence of a number of lesser beings in the area as well - some of them with emanations curiously reminiscent of his own, their own internal darkness resonating with his. He rubbed his hands together, approaching cautiously, wary of that familiar strand - could it be that the Unconquered Sun had survived? It seemed impossible, but then so too should the Rebellion have been...

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 08:41 PM

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 08:49 PM

"You're going to have to explain the Wyld, and in fact, all of you, to me in a bit," Sherlock calls back as he they approach an odd gathering, "I got here by throwing myself off a Waterfall."

He doesn't entertain certain theories involving waterfalls and arch nemeses at the moment. Gathered at his campsite are many interesting... people?

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 09:08 PM

The character pic does not reflect this, but Sol does have four arms you know

"How can you not know of the Wyld? Is it the chaos from which all things flow."

chrisrawr

2012-02-20, 09:35 PM

"Ms. Hudson would quail to hear of anything flowing from my apartment," Sherlock smirks, and pointing to the assembled gathering, adds, "Especially... that."

Trust me, for Sherlock, 4 arms and a bunch of monsters is the LEAST interesting part of this debacle. He has important things to worry about, like his experiments going untended (poor Baxter!), his imminent death as soon as this hallucination ends, and the fear that if He's still alive, so too could be Moriarty. Once the more pressing concerns are dealt with, or until he can be sure no new information about them will come up the easy way, he can start indulging himself in your... irregularities. Remember! Sherlock Holmes Observes Everything, and from what he observes, he Deduces everything. Whatever is left once the impossible has been eliminated, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Everything else is simply finding the most efficient way to rule what's impossible - a skill that gets easier the more observing one does.

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-20, 09:38 PM

Oh, Kingdom Hearts! It appears that we are separated, for now.

No! Kingdom Hearts, this is our destiny! This will be our brand new world!

Xemnas makes ridiculous, sweeping arm gestures as he talks.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-20, 09:44 PM

Pakli overhears this from his vantage point on the edge of the clearing.

The wylds you say? That's a new one. Here I thought it was the 4? The 4 Prime Elementals that shape all the Multiverse, every Plane shaped by their presence.
Or is this some backwater Plane that doesn't even connect with the others? Probably one without girls too, *grumble mumble*

Rhyvurg

2012-02-20, 09:59 PM

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-20, 10:11 PM

William crashes into the clearing and is immediately stunned by seeing an oddly-dressed man and some bizarre giant standing over him.

He points his sword at them.

"Be ye friend or foe of Britannia? Speak quickly!"

Anecronwashere

2012-02-20, 10:15 PM

"I'm neutral. I have no clue what in hell is Brittania but even if I did I would be neutral. Damn empires always trying to make me come out of retirement.
By the way, if you move your sword an inch down and lean forward a bit more you can get a bit more speed and accuracy on your first blow."
Pakli appeared beside the knight, having moved inwards without anyone noticing

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-20, 10:25 PM

"Empires are things of the Romans. Cold, unfeeling dominion. That is not the way of Arthur's kingdom."

He lowers his weapon a bit, but keeps it out, still not sure if he was in danger or not.

Emperor Ing

2012-02-20, 10:39 PM

A disporportionately quiet rumbling across the ground heralds the arrival of the large anathema to light. From the orb in its "mouth" it seems to gaze upon the whole of the group.
A dark voice echoes over. How is it possible that such small creatures could create this much noise?

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-20, 10:46 PM

Xemnas turns to William, ignoring the Emperor.

Brittania? Your world, I presume. Organization XIII has not yet found a portal to it, so we would have no way of harming it. Nor do I think it would hold much interest to us.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-20, 11:55 PM

The Ebon Dragon

"Oh, I don't know. " said a smooth, silky voice. "I've observed a considerably amount of history, and empire seems to be the way of things. Or, at least, the imposition of dominion. Kingdom, Empire, Oligarchy, even Commune - they all end up being roughly the same, except perhaps in name" the Dragon tittered as he entered the clearing to find.... strangers. There was an air of familiarity about one of them - a massive, perfectly-proportioned figure that he felt he should remember for some reason - but he could not quite place it. But he had other things to gnaw on for the moment. Most of them were, like his current prison of living shadow, humanoid in form - though there was that one interesting thing. It had a certain... flavor to it that reminded of himself, or, oddly enough, Isidoros.

He spread his arms wide, long-fingered hands open in a gesture of welcome and benediction, his voice growing lower and sweeter. "Ah, but allow me to introduce myself - I, like you, am a prisoner here, drawn across the void by a will external to myself. Something of which I am less than appreciative."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 12:06 AM

Sol walks over to the newcomer. "You have a smell of essence about you. Are you also from Creation? It is good to see someone from a more sane place. Can you believe, this world is a globe? Madness!"

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 12:08 AM

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 12:11 AM

Something is achingly familiar about the armoured knight, though what, he hasn't the slightest. Something to mull-over in his mind palace, later. For now, he had faces to read, reactions to gauge, and too many questions floating around.

First addressing the armoured man, "Britannia is where I live, though perhaps not as you know it. In fact, my own brother is a rather important member of the courts set up in my time. I'm sure you'll have much to tell me of yourself in the long, dreary hours and days we'll be stuck here. I suggest, however, that regardless of current perceived allegiances and politics, in light of our situation we truce."

Turning to address the others, hands on his hips he begins with the man who followed him back here. "You first - Yes my planet is a sphere - and happens to orbit a star. And unless the motion of the star in this place is a cleverly staged light, I would venture that we too are on a ball of mud orbiting an explosion. Oh, how droll."

Facing the robed newcomer, "You," he says, "Will need to show me how you did that."

Turning and facing the dark monstrosity, "The sheer amount of contempt you are currently exerting for all that I know of the physical universe just by existing as a... real... thing - makes your statement far more ironic than it should be."

And finally, to the dramatist, "If you have a way of opening a portal to another world, then you're the most important person in my life right now. I suggest you tie yourself to me so that we don't get separated, or wander off."

To them all, he says, "As far as I can tell, we are at the brink of the Reichenbach Falls, and I am imagining all of you, all of this. I've been here for 4 hours. I don't know what some of you are, and there's a chance I don't want to know. But if any of you have any ideas, I'll be looking for food - they were probably boring ideas, anyways."

Edit: because I missed a couple late ones,

"You," he says to the newcomer, "know something, or at least more than anyone else has let on. You'll be joining him." he points to the Org13 operative, "At my wrist."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 12:13 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon blinked - or would have, had he possessed eyes. As it was, his voice registered genuine surprise. "I am of creation, yes... yes, a fine thing to meet you. A welcome sense of familiarity in a strange land. The implications of this meeting rushed through the Dragon's thoughts... but inwardly he smiled his toothy, malevolent smile. From Creation the stranger might be, but plainly ignorant of his nature. Some lesser creature then - yet the taste of power about him. A newborn Exalt, perhaps? It was strange. When the Dragon tried to take the shape of the creature's strength, he found it resisted his probing - and he feared to unveil too much of himself, lest he be discovered. For now, discretion.

Even as his mind wheeled, he continued speaking in his smooth, comforting patter. "A round world? What a curious conceit. Does its Omphalos lie in its core? "

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 12:13 AM

OOC: Talking to WK777

"Excuse me, but a true and just rule is not overly difficult. I imposed a system of order on Creation that had perfect justice, peace, and fairness."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 12:18 AM

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-21, 12:20 AM

Unfortunately, Xemnas said, turning to the great detective, that ability does not seem to be functional in this world. This world is vastly different from any we have ever visited before. I can only hope that Vexen is here as well. His keen powers of observation would be of great help in figuring out a way to escape. It is not my way to work with those whose hearts still remain, but it seems I have no choice, and I hope all of you see it the same way.

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 12:23 AM

"Absurd," Sherlock shouts, throwing his hands up, stomping off. There was bound to be food, somewhere. "Also, if you'd be so kind as to stomp wherever you go. We need to establish trails."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 12:24 AM

The Ebon Dragon

"Perhaps you are plucked from a different time than I, then." He said politely - suspecting now that this creature was some deluded Solar from the First Age. This could be... interesting. "For Creation in my time is ruled by usurpers and betrayers who murdered their rightful masters - and woe to them, for those they raised up to govern them have inflicted more suffering through malice and incompetence than any punishment could have rendered." His tone was sad, rather than angry - an ocean of unspilled tears, pity for those poor souls unable to see the righteousness of their rulers, regret that the brutes had no appreciation for the gentle yoke laid upon them, and now suffered for their ill-planned rebellion.

He turned to the strange little creature who was trying to address everyone at once - Sherlock, had he called himself? I welcome your truce. I am by nature a creature of peace, and violence is anathema to my soul. As for what I am hiding... " he shrugged There are things I am forbidden to speak of, and much knowledge which would not... translate well, I suspect. But I suppose you will have to judge for yourself the purity of my intent."

He caught the words of the white-haired figure, and he felt that toothy grin wanting to stretch the corners of his mouth. That one had... potential. So many empty spaces in his soul to fill.

He considered producing food at the request of that strange little human, but thought better of it - what he produced would have a certain flavor, and it was one he would rather not expose that Solar-like creature to. Not yet, while he was still wary and fresh. Though perhaps, in time... he could always use more Akuma.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 12:30 AM

"Absurd," Sherlock shouts, throwing his hands up, stomping off. There was bound to be food, somewhere. "Also, if you'd be so kind as to stomp wherever you go. We need to establish trails."

"Why? Trails are only useful if we want trackers or to return to this place. We haveno food here nor allies following. And I doubt you could learn. It takes years to learn how to properly utilize a Rite of Conquest, which first involves beating the Holder in a fair fight."
Pakli asks of the Knight "Why do you wear such heavy armour? No-one of my world does without enchanting it to be featherlight and able to move. It is rather shoddy craftsmenship too, not a single magical weld. I can think of 7 ways of disabling it right now. Watch."
He hits several different spots, faster than the eye can see, causing the whole thing to dismantle, undamaged, onto the ground.

Emperor Ing

2012-02-21, 12:43 AM

The light anathema does little else but watch and listen on the conversation. Though it appears to be blown by a phantom wind.

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 12:46 AM

You hear, from the distance, "Pragmatism taken too far is a vice!"

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 12:48 AM

"I don't like him. He's too energetic for my tastes. Now let's go find Kliko so I can beat him up and make him send me home. And if it ain't Kliko, then I'll find some other person with the ability to send me here and make them send me back."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 12:52 AM

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 01:27 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon was puzzled by that last comment. There was some part of him that held an answer - a part that was shackled within his own hollow heart, thrashing and screaming with the desire to break free... but no matter how he clawed at the walls of that prison, it remained closed to him. That, in turn, gnawed like an insect between his scales, and so he sought distraction. He turned to the swordsman, his voice low and respectful.

"Your skills are truly inestimable, swordsman. I would ask if you were an Exalt, but I can see that is not the case. It reassures me that you will be on our side." Besides, he was secretly delighted at the ruin of the other warrior's armor - it was so deliciously petty, to see something of careful artistry so casually broken.

Hearing the Solar's words, he turned his head-analogue towards the hated hero and nodded once, "Yes... so much suffering could have been averted... but perhaps there will be a chance for proper recompense and restoration in the near future."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 01:28 AM

"If you believe that any gathering of beings will remain pure then either you are naive or an imbecile. Tell me, Knight of Arthur, have you not faced betrayers? Rebels? Heck, has you king even passed unfair laws? Over time the betrayers and rebels do it for a reason, to get rid of classes or nobles or unfit rulers. I have seen many such rulers and many such betrayers in my many years working as a, well let's just say a pest controller."
Pakli finds something about that amusing and starts giggling to himself.
"I know betrayal all too well. But even the lowest of the low are nothing when compared to a Fomorian. They exist solely to corrupt and destroy. I am more than a knight. I am William Pendragon, son of the Once and Future King, Crown Prince of Britannia and bearer of one of the shards of the Holy Grail."

First addressing the armoured man, "Britannia is where I live, though perhaps not as you know it. In fact, my own brother is a rather important member of the courts set up in my time. I'm sure you'll have much to tell me of yourself in the long, dreary hours and days we'll be stuck here. I suggest, however, that regardless of current perceived allegiances and politics, in light of our situation we truce."
"From where do you hail? Logres? Bedegraine? Wales? Eboracum?"

Xemnas turns to William, ignoring the Emperor.

Brittania? Your world, I presume. Organization XIII has not yet found a portal to it, so we would have no way of harming it. Nor do I think it would hold much interest to us.
At this, William points his sword at the strange man.

"Be you of Balor's spawn?!"

"Oh, I don't know. " said a smooth, silky voice. "I've observed a considerably amount of history, and empire seems to be the way of things. Or, at least, the imposition of dominion. Kingdom, Empire, Oligarchy, even Commune - they all end up being roughly the same, except perhaps in name" the Dragon tittered as he entered the clearing to find.... strangers. There was an air of familiarity about one of them - a massive, perfectly-proportioned figure that he felt he should remember for some reason - but he could not quite place it. But he had other things to gnaw on for the moment. Most of them were, like his current prison of living shadow, humanoid in form - though there was that one interesting thing. It had a certain... flavor to it that reminded of himself, or, oddly enough, Isidoros.
The perceived insult to his father's reign does nothing for William's already overtaxed nerves.
"You know nothing of my father or Camelot!"

A disporportionately quiet rumbling across the ground heralds the arrival of the large anathema to light. From the orb in its "mouth" it seems to gaze upon the whole of the group.
A dark voice echoes over. How is it possible that such small creatures could create this much noise?
The arrival of this...thing causes William to feel nauseous. It looked almost exactly like a Fiendspitter or some other monstrous Fomorian.

He is now quite uncertain of where to point his sword.

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-21, 01:35 AM

Balor? It seems we have much to learn about each others' worlds. Or, you could swing that pathetic blade and I would be forced to take action. It is your decision.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 01:36 AM

"Formian? You mean those little insect things about yay big?"
Pakli holds his hand at his ankle.
"Yes, I can see how even the most treacherous men is nothing compared to the little guys. Why Formians can eat a whole dog if they are hungry!
And sheath your sword. If I can disable your armour as fast as I can without you blocking a single hit I doubt you would be able to nick me in a fair fight."
Pakli gestures at the pieces of armour on the ground

Quote I think you missed:

Pakli asks of the Knight [COLOR="Orange"]"Why do you wear such heavy armour? No-one of my world does without enchanting it to be featherlight and able to move. It is rather shoddy craftsmenship too, not a single magical weld. I can think of 7 ways of disabling it right now. Watch."
He hits several different spots, faster than the eye can see, causing the whole thing to dismantle, undamaged, onto the ground.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 01:41 AM

Hearing the Solar's words, he turned his head-analogue towards the hated hero and nodded once, "Yes... so much suffering could have been averted... but perhaps there will be a chance for proper recompense and restoration in the near future."

"Of course, all wounds can be mended. The righteous always triumph in the end."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 01:46 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon said nothing, only nodding towards the Solar - and for once he was glad he had no mouth with which to smile as he watched the warriors bickering with each other like a pack of street mongrels. He couldn't help but indulge himself just a little - a subtle shiver of essence in the air that made pride brittle and assured each man of his righteousness. It was a hot-metal scent in the air, the promise of ill-timed words and spilled blood - a sick, hungry feeling in every stomach, accompanied by a certitude of victory. Oh, let these fools draw blades! self-righteous ichor staining the ground had the sweetest smell.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 01:46 AM

William, seeing that he didn't really stand a chance without an army alongside him, sheathes his sword.

He regards the man who dismantled his armor first.

"My artifacts apparently were lost when I was brought here. And the weight of one's armor is nothing to a well-trained knight. I do not know how things are with you, but the mystical tools of my people are rare and sacred, passed down from one generation to the next, or won in battle."

"I have only encountered a few Fomorians that resemble insects, and they are much, much larger, standing at the height of ten men, or three giants. I would not jest about the spawn of the One-Eyed God. Things that can possess a man and turn him into a monster are no laughing matter."

The Ebon Dragon's flicker of emotion made a sour taste in William's mouth. It was a feeling similar to the one he'd felt on the battlefield for many years now, but here it felt different. It reminded him more of Morgawse's spells than the corruption. He shut his eyes and focused on pushing past it, saying a brief prayer.

"May God grant us the wisdom to see the right, the will to choose it and the strength to make it last. Amen."

He begins girding his armor once again.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 01:53 AM

Dire Reverend

2012-02-21, 01:59 AM

Unknown location, everyone:

Raziel looks at the other creatures. He begins to speak to himself.

"From other worlds? What madness is this? I just have reawoken as a Wraith, now I am transported to this location? If Kain is behind this, I will make sure he suffers a fate much worse than what he did to me."

He looks to those around him. "I too, mean no harm to you all." He looks to Xemnas with his hand that his Wraith Blade is connected to. "You stated your abilities have changed, mine have too. I have not determined if my change is better or worse."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-21, 02:01 AM

I...I should be dead now. The dark anathema remarks randomly.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-21, 02:14 AM

"I'd certainly call that an improvement."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 02:23 AM

"In our world the Formians are tiny blighters, similar to rats or small dogs. And our magic is easy to grasp and master, only the youngest or most inexperienced of our number fight without magical armour or protection. Tell me, what Rites of Conquest do you have? Or is that different in your world too. I would also kindly ask the gentlebeing to withdraw his Aggravation Aura. It is most distracting even to one who has been exposed to similar things many times before."
Pakli glances at the Ebon Dragon.

William finishes buckling on his armor.

"I can demonstrate, if you'd kindly stand back."

When the other's oblige, William calls the magic to the surface, and there's a rush of cold air that all can feel. The area around William snap-freezes almost instantly, and Palki is sure that if he'd been standing just a few feet closer it would have frozen him solid.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 02:29 AM

I...I should be dead now. The dark anathema remarks randomly.

"So should I, you come to terms with it."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-21, 02:32 AM

"I'd certainly call that an improvement."

Hubris. No, no. Immortality. Sanguine. Damnation? It makes no sense. This...perverse mockery of reality. This cannot be any afterlife. Did I die? GWAARGH!! The beast roars in frustration. I must know! What malevolent monstrosity causes this world to exist?!

Dire Reverend

2012-02-21, 02:42 AM

"I do not believe we are dead, because I was speaking with the Elder God when mid-sentence I was brought here." Raziel decided not to confuse the beast with mentioning he is undead, especially in its current state.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 02:45 AM

"I know of no Rite such as that. Who powers it? One of your 4 Primes? Perhaps they are different to mine of Fire, Earth Air and Water. They must have been powerful if that is a standard 10% Rite."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-21, 02:50 AM

The creature looks at Raziel. He thinks.
"Elder God?" Don't waste your time trying to confuse me for a fool with tales of supreme beings. All I require is answers. You may not be dead, but I was at the instant of my death when I was flung through space and time to this...horrific...twisted mockery of a pit. I confess I feel different than before, and I am certain you should be significantly smaller than you are. Or maybe I got smaller?

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 02:57 AM

"I think we'd probably understand our situation a bit more if we all established some common ground or something. I know it helped when the Wanderers and the Bishop's Council got to arguing."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 03:02 AM

"The elements are your...primes, you say? In my world, elemental power is somewhat lacking in potency, and the Elemental Dragons are under the command of Yu Shan."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 03:03 AM

"Ok. How's about the basics. Who made and maintains your Multiverse? Mine was held together by the Lord of Hell, the 4 Prime Elements, Wind, Fire, Earth and Water and the Archangel of Mount Celestia."

Edit:

Pakli turned to the 4-armed one and said "Not really, many of the Elementals are weak and only slightly more powerful than the average Human. The 4 Primes are the embodiment of their Element. They created it and weild the full power of it. If the Fire Prime were to die permanently then all Fire would be extinguished everywhere. They are similar in power to the "Gods" that backwater-Planes worship."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 03:08 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon knew disappointment when the other shrugged off the subtle net of his weaving. No white-hot flares of deadly temper, no blades drawn with cold intent. Still... there were always other opportunities. The fact that he might have needed these creatures, that his efforts were counter to his own self-interest was conveniently ignored. Such was the nature of all the broken titans, but the Dragon was particularly insatiable in his self-indulgence. Still, the part of his mind that at a casual glance might be called rational decided that everything had gone as planned - the test had taken the measure of these beings, just as he'd intended. Excellent.

He looked at the monstrosity in front of him - the strangeness of its form didn't register with the Dragon, though his knowledge of humanity told him that some of these others were exceptional for being so blase about it. Humans had been created as cattle, essentially, and like cattle they spooked easily.

"Death seems unlikely. In our home realm" he indicated the Solar "Death is ordered. A disrupted order, it is true, but there is a process. This is not it."

He nodded enthusiastically at the armored one's suggestion. He was proving surprisingly useful for all his oafish demeanor.

The same couldn't be said for the other warrior's question. It struck too close to things he would rather were kept secret. In the dusty, pedantic voice of a scholar, he said That is a rather complicated matter, and would take a very long time to explain - but in short, Creation is ruled by the gods of Yu-Shan in the matter of large, cosmic matters and the Exalted - mighty mortal heroes - in terrestrial matters. I don't know what a multi-verse is - beyond our realm, there is only the Wyld. Or so we thought.

Well, that wasn't actually true - the Dragon was well aware of the Well of Urdr, after all. But he wasn't about to spill that particular tidbit.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 03:09 AM

"My world was made by the Primordials, but the Exlated, divinely empowered mortals, overthrew them. One being, Gaia, personifies all five elements, and her power pales in comparison to the Incarnae, the ruling Gods. The embodied elements, the Dragons, are but aspects of her."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 03:12 AM

The Ebon Dragon

Still wearing the mantle of a fussy scholar, the Dragon felt it necessary to add: "The fifth element my esteemed companion mentions is Wood. I'm rather surprised it is absent from your own world. A curious difference. I wonder at its significance."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-21, 03:16 AM

We have existed for as long as time itself. Our existance dates back to the time when the damned light shed its light across all of space. Our glory endured its harshness, and we became stronger for it. Alas, my memory is not as it once was, as I do not recall the moment or circumstances of my inception. I know this though: I have existed when our glory reigned supreme. No mythological superstition or supreme being was involved. I simply was not, then I was.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 03:18 AM

"The Multi-verse is the worlds, the different places one can go, almost different as this place from your own. There are the 4 Plane of the Elements, Hell, Celestia and the Materials, Worlds where Reality was altered in some way, from there being a forest covering the world, or a militaristic dictatorship in place of a series of small communities.
It would appear that in your world the Elements take a much smaller role than mine, can they still control every part of themselves? Does your Gaia have the ability to use the Oceans as her own body like my Prime Water?"

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 03:19 AM

Sherlock returns with a small brace of various fowl, and proceeds to move his 'camp' outside the off-ish horseshoe the group had formed. When he'd finished, along with some banter ("I appear to be from a distant future, sir knight. No, I don't want to lose my heart, sir heartless. What the devil is an exalt sirs odd and odder?"), he decided that he'd heard enough.

"Right." He says, calling attention to his acquaintances, "So, yae or nae, simple and quick now, don't be boring - how many of you can fly, and how fast?"

"How many of you can use "magic" of some sort, as you might call it?"

"How many of you know how to hunt or prospect? Smelting?"

"Does anyone have an axe?"

and most importantly,

"Can anyone make tea?"

"None of us knows why or how we're here. Many of us should be dead. We've seen or heard of no one else. I've detected no signs of civilizations of any sort. There's just... woods, and small animals. Some footwork puts the camp hearth in the center of where we appeared. More or less. Within an inch. It shouldn't matter, I just figured it'd be fairest to all of us." He raises an eyebrow at the raised eyebrows. "We need to make lodgings. A base of operations, so to speak. Unless any of you can magic a house, fuel, plumbing, and food into existence, that means we've unfortunately got to do work." Putting his laptop up on the rock he'd chosen as a desk, "Here are some basic floor plans, some simple smelting and prospecting methods, hundreds of edible plants and fungii-" he stops, wondering for a second how everyone is managing to speak and read english... "And if no one objects, anyone who can give me a fly-over of the area will be instrumental in charting a map of the area."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 03:26 AM

"I...do not think I can fly anymore."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 03:28 AM

Sherlock points toward his table, "How high do you think you can throw and catch that?"

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 03:31 AM

"I'm just a regular human Sherlock. In fact I was the weakest of my old, *ahem* pest exterminator group. Until I started gaining Rites though. But still, no Flight for me. Say what's that doohicky?"
Pakli points at the laptop, staring at it curiously.

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 03:33 AM

"Better than any magic anywhere," Sherlock says absently, watching the many-armed man heft the boulder, thinking about the singularity.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 03:41 AM

He shrugs. "Let's find out." He throws the table dozens of feet into the air, catching it fairly easily. "Hmm. It seems magical potency is not all I have lost."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 03:50 AM

"Right, up I go!"

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 03:51 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon waxed nostalgic at the man's antics. Both his device - some form of magitech? - and his methods reminded him of Autocthon, with hints here and there of his dear sister's coldly analytical personality. The Dragon wondered idly if he would provide the same entertainment as those two. Beings who built always had something new to break.

Still, his plans had potential - and although the Dragon found the idea of such mundane necessities odious, there were always snarls to work into a weaving. "I have no need for food or shelter, but I agree that it would serve us to have a base of operations - and I would be more than happy to help provide you with your necessities." The magnanimity of the Dragon knew no bounds, after all. "However, we may wish to consider that it is likely we were brought here for a purpose, by an entity of... disturbing potency." And an entity, he privately added to himself, that would not enjoy the eternity it would spend in the darkness outside existence.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 03:51 AM

"See if you can find any girls while you're up there Holmes. Or atleast some good magazines, I seem to have left my collection at home."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 03:54 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon could not help but respond to such an obvious hook. A shadow whispered in the man's ear, audible only to him. "Ah, the pleasures lascivious. Is there anything sweeter? Speak to me later, if you like. I might be able to find something to sate your appetite. "

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 03:56 AM

A bright, if lecherous, smile appeared on the former 'pest exterminator' 's face.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 04:56 AM

"Right, up I go!"

"I'm sorry...I'm not going to throw you into the air."

Dire Reverend

2012-02-21, 05:00 AM

Raziel jumps high into the air and glides to the ground.

"My wings were destroyed long ago, but I still can slowly descend."

He looks at his blade of pure energy. "My blade seems to be functional, however before it would only exist in the Spiritual Realm unless I was at full strength. I am unable to travel to the Spiritual Realm in this world. My last notable ability can only be used after a fight, and I have no intentions of killing any of you."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 05:11 AM

"What? Whyever not?"

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 05:26 AM

"Because it's a terrible idea."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 05:55 AM

"I quite agree. Killing one of us is a terrible idea." :smalltongue:

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 06:00 AM

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 06:08 AM

"You do realize that you aren't built for flight, long or short right? And if you get hurt then you won't be making any maps."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 06:15 AM

"He just tossed a tonne and a half boulder into the air. And caught it. I'll be fine."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 06:20 AM

"I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about what happens when your body hits his hands."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 08:51 AM

William looks to Pakli.

"Honestly, it depends on who you ask where I come from. I learned it like this: There is our world, the world of the living, and then there are places where one may enter the Otherworld, which is divided into three main areas. The first is Tir na nOg, the Realm of Twilight and Thorns, home of the mysterious race known as the Sidhe, sometimes known as faeries. Tir na nOg is generally accessible through actual gates there, most of which are gone now, and through special ancient forests we call Deepwoods. The second realm is Samhain, a cold home for the dead. Mortals generally can't get there without the aid of powerful magic, like a shard of the Grail, and the spirits there sometimes break through and wreak havoc in the mortal world. Finally there is a place with no name that's beyond even Samhain. We don't know what it's called, only that it's somewhere else. This is the home of the Fomorians, and it is from there they create their vile nethergates to wound the land and spread their corruption. And beyond that...other place...is the place beyond worlds, a void that none are able to enter. That is where Balor the One-Eyed, the monster the Fomorians proclaim to be their god, was imprisoned by the heroes of the Sidhe many centuries ago. As to who rules the worlds...that is a question of faith. I and my friend King Galahad will tell you that it is God, the Father through his son Christ Jesus. Merlin and his allies among the Sidhe will tell you the that the Gods of the Old Faith rule: Lugh, Dana, Nuada and so on. The truth is not something that can be known."

When Sherlock proposes getting their bearings by being tossed in the air, William looks concerned.

"I can probably just scry our location instead. It's how I prepare for battles and it's much safer. And as for food, I'm a nobleman. I know how to hunt."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 09:03 AM

"Mortals rarely enter your World of the Dead? How curious. My world has 2 such realms, for Good and Bad Beings and they are as accessible as any other world. I myself have been there several times, most of them due to not having the money for a formalized Resurrection of my team-mate.
Speaking of Good and Bad, I wonder what you all would pop up as. I know you would be Lawful Good, obviously but Sherlock or that winged man seem undefined. Oh I wish I had challenged that Mage for his Detect Spells Rite."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 09:12 AM

"To be truthful, Christians like myself believe that there are similar places for good and bad people, Heaven and Hell. As well as a third place for the souls who were not so unremittingly evil that they deserved Hell but have yet to accept the Lord and Savior, generally called Purgatory. It's just that, except for very specific instances, it's considered wrong to return the dead to life. That was what destroyed any shred of humanity possessed by Emperor Septimus Sulla. He broke into Samhain and allowed ghosts to possess his soldiers to make them invincible, and then dragged his dead wife, Naevia, back to the world of the living against her wishes."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-21, 09:20 AM

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-21, 10:27 AM

I concur, throwing him would be a foolish idea. In any case, since we are explaining our worlds, I suppose it is my turn.

The worlds we inhabit are plagued by darkness, and when a person's heart is consumed by it, they become a Heartless. They are weak, mindless creatures, but ordinary people cannot hurt them. Sometimes, though, an especially strong-willed person can survive the loss of their heart, becoming a "Nobody". Most Nobodies are rather weak, like these two Dusks you see following me. However, there are 13 people, myself included, that became Nobodies and yet kept our original forms. Together, we are Organization XIII, and our goal is the mystical force known as Kingdom Hearts, the heart of hearts, the heart of all worlds. With it, we will be able to reclaim our lost hearts. This is not my goal, however. The power of the human heart is vast, but possessing one is not something I desire, as it is only a weakness. Instead, I will use Kingdom Heart's vast power to create my own new world.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 10:31 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The idea of "good" and "bad" humans and the appropriate "rewards" almost made the Dragon laugh out loud. One might as well compare the merits of two sacks full of water. He did not feel admiration, but he paid the idea his greatest complement of considering its theft. Such a system would be inherently unfair and arbitrary - but, by His Own Name, think of what people could be convinced to do if they could not only be convinced that they would be eternally rewarded, but shown the tangible possibility of such rewards.

Of course, on second consideration the idea soured. Why bother with the effort of actually creating such realms when people were so stupid and easily duped?

"Our own world has but one realm of the dead - and it is an anomaly. In the beginning, all souls were immediately purified and reborn into the world, but the deaths of certain unkillable beings created a sort of... infection in reality - the Underworld. A realm of ghosts forever locked in passion plays. A curious existence."

He looked at the Nobody, a flicker of interest in his own hollow heart. "Curious resonance of your own existence - although with an excess of emotion being the source of their strength, rather than the lack thereof."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 03:40 PM

"Because it's a terrible Idea" Holmes mimics sardonically, "Perhaps I was wrong, and I'm not hallucinating. If that's the case, you've just spent the past while talking about a glorious and just empire, built on the backs of mortals and their servants - and you're telling me you can't even throw one in the air so he can make you a map?"

"Nothing was built on the backs of mortals. It was built on a mountain."

"I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about what happens when your body hits his hands."

"Precisely."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 04:18 PM

"Huh. How strange. Why do you merely 'believe' this? Why not simply ask a Wizard or Cleric to Planeshift you? Sufficiently powerful ones can do it several times a day. If you don't have that spell then ask a Cleric to cast Commune.
Why would raising the dead be bad? I've been raised myself and yet I keep getting sent to Celestia, I haven't even dropped a cliff-level for it. Heck, there are even Necromancers in Celestia, and they create constructs out of dead creatures, though they do have to fight harder to achieve the Good Points to negate the Evil of Raising Zombies."
"Blessed is he who believes without seeing. That's what faith is all about: trusting that God will take care of the things you can't figure out. Travel to Tir na nOg is possible, but the Sidhe tend to become angry when mortals trespass in their realm, unless they're changelings, mortal children that the Sidhe have kidnapped to raise as warriors to fight for them. Samhain is only accessible through very hard to reach gates, and once you get there there's no guarantee you'll leave. The dead there are hostile to the living, seeking to possess their bodies and leave. And if by cleric, you mean priest, that's simply not possible. Monks and priests are simply men, with no magic to call upon, and the druids seek to preserve the balance of the world, including that of life and death. The most I, a blessed soul and the son of the Once and Future King can do, is call people back from the brink, and that is not so much necromancy as it is last-second healing. And even Merlin, the most powerful of all wizards is incapable of the feats you describe."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 05:24 PM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon nearly applauded the armored knight - Blind faith was one of his favorite tools. More atrocities had been committed in the name of oblivious worship and dogmatic faith than almost anything else - saving, of course, the Primordial War. Well, at least among normal mortals. Exalted tended to be more difficult to ensnare in such webs, since independence and self-determination were inherent in their nature. But when they were... Oh, the things they could do! He nearly shivered at that. Whole regions reduced to bone and black ash. Entire peoples enslaved and ground under the heel. And most delicious of all - the deluded fools inevitably told themselves they were in the right. Every spilled drop of blood and every tear shed was like a prayer to the Dragon, and he grew fat on the spoils of hypocrisy. No doubt this man would prove bountiful.

"The Fair Folk - we know them, too - ours are likewise organized in courts. They are... terrible creatures, for the most part. Consumers of souls and slavers of children. But they are bound by their own need to be stories - to make themselves into living tales and sagas. They cannot define themselves in any other way, since they are empty - mere scraps of narrative given physical form. Pathetic creatures, really." Said the Dragon with a sneer, his soul burning with the vitriolic irony.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 05:40 PM

"But it is foolish to underestimate them, the Fair Folk are deceptively strong."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 09:19 PM

"Less jabber, more scrying, as you call it. Without a map, how am I supposed to plan the castle?!" You can't tell if Sherlock is excited by the idea, or simply mocking the rest of you. Well, until he adds, "I've always wanted to be a pirate, you know," becoming increasingly manic, "But a certain someone would've become a fighter pilot and that wouldn't have ended well, no,"

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 09:32 PM

"Very well, Goodman Holmes."

William kneels and begins extending his senses over the area. It was more magic of the ancients. The spiritwalking he'd learned in Stormrend, when that warlock separated him from his body. He can see the area around like a bird, circling important landmarks nearby, starting with the Falls themselves. The glimpses only last a few minutes, but they're enough for William to inform the others of their locations once he emerges from his trance.

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 09:40 PM

Sherlock hands the man a stick, and points to the dirt where the table used to be; soft and smooth. "Draw everything, the safety of the castle relies on you,"

"Does anyone," he asks, "Have a ***? I'm all out, I'm afraid."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 09:45 PM

William obliges.

"You really should refrain from being snide. You're not only talking to a prince, but someone with more military experience, I'd wager. I'm not a moron, I know when someone thinks little of me. It was often the last mistake they'd make. And I'd assume you could find some sticks just lying by the trees, or maybe break one off. You'll need a few more if you wish to build a campfire, though."

For the record, William thinks Sherlock asked for a stick, since cigarettes hadn't been invented yet. Evolution of language ftw! :smalltongue:

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 10:10 PM

"Oh, don't take it personally. It's not you, it's me. Well, no, it's you. All of you. Normal people, and their funny little minds, and their funny little ideas..."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 10:46 PM

"I don't see how you can say that when my funny little mind can summon winter winds to encase people in ice. In the middle of Summer."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 10:54 PM

The Ebon Dragon

The Ebon Dragon felt like laughing again. If the Sherlock creature thought that he was normal, then the Dragon would enjoy disabusing him of that notion. Eventually.

the Ebon Dragon smiled at the man's request, though, and flicked him a packet of cigarettes - though the packet was unfamiliar to him, being a lacquered box of jade, rather than the more familiar cellophane-wrapped cardboard. "I live to serve, my excellent and puissant new companion."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 11:02 PM

"Oh, but that's not a property of your mind. If it was, it'd be a physical phenomenon that could be replicated by anyone of bent and will; no, there's a cause and effect at work that goes beyond simply minds and matter - But what allows you to do these things is not your mind. Judging by our company, I'd say it was magic. Judging by the way some of us have lost certain abilities in a most suspicious manner, I'd say that only the elements of your magic that are allowed by the universal laws of this place if it is a place continue to function, and that therefore only people who could do magic before could do magic now. What you've done is Inductive reasoning, and I'd prefer you to stop, as it makes the entire place we're in stupider."

Catching the cigarettes, he pockets the case for study later and takes out his pipe and weed. "A light, anyone?"

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 11:06 PM

"I've known knights who'll kill men like you for saying they're stupid."

chrisrawr

2012-02-21, 11:08 PM

"Unfortunate, no one seems to want to do anything interesting around here." He sighs as he pulls a box of matches from his coat.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-21, 11:14 PM

The Ebon Dragon

"I'm afraid that flame is not within my purview." The Dragon said And as for interesting things... well, my abilties focus more on the subtle rearrangement of forces which you lack the necessary sensitivity to observe...

He paused. "Although there are certain sorcerous rituals from my world which can be taught. A weaker brand of magic accessible to mortal beings known as thaumaturgy. I wonder if such would work here? It might be a worthwhile experiment, actually."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-21, 11:18 PM

"Mr Holmes, you would be advised not to antagonize armed men you know very little about. Your next word could be your last." Sol snaps his fingers, and the cig lights. "And you." He turns to William. "We are all unsettled by what has happened to us, some of us came here at what was possibly our moment of death. Try to have some empathy before your passions become your master."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-21, 11:25 PM

"Wise words, good sir, though some of us would do well not to antagonize...men who are already rattled. Arrogant talk only adds more kindling to the fire."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-22, 12:08 AM

There must be something here. Enough. We have established our commonalities and the answers we seek are to never be gained here. I must know: What do you plan to do next?

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-22, 12:20 AM

Much like Kingdom Hearts, answers will not merely come to us. We must take decisive information to discover the information we need to escape this world. Let us cease this ridiculous conversation and depart immediately.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-22, 12:23 AM

"To where? We have no idea if there's even any civilization nearby where we may seek answers. The most important part of a quest is to have a destination, a goal in mind. Otherwise we'll just be on errantry."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-22, 12:26 AM

"Since there is no reason to choose one direction over another, I say that way." He points directly north.

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-22, 12:28 AM

Perhaps not, but as I said, we gain nothing by staying here, while there is a chance that if we keep moving, we may discover something.

Xemnas then begins to walk in the direction Sol points.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-22, 12:42 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon considers his options. It would be... enjoyable to see what he might accomplish with these new companions in close quarters over an extended period. But more driving still was the need to be free - free from the onerous limits that had been placed upon his power. If he could regain his full might and wrest control of this place from it's owner... Oh, the possibilities filled his malevolent, hollow heart with glee.

He nodded in agreement with the Solar. "I agree... I have no desire to make this realm my home. Let us pick a direction and begin moving, and that one is as good as any."

chrisrawr

2012-02-22, 12:52 AM

Sherlock continues to go about his camp with gusto. "Do bring water from the stream when you reach it." he calls to those leaving, "You might need to find a pot, or something." Lighting a small fire with his cigarette, he pops the birds from their carcasses (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlK-lp7F6-E), setting them aside. "And could you bring my spear, too? I've left it to soak for the spit, you can't miss it!"

Sherlock builds a small lean-to with branches he's broken or found discarded, and covered it with his longcoat for now. He begins plucking the feathers from the carcass, and when he's done, buries the giblets.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-22, 12:54 AM

"You surprise me. You have the look of a scholar about you, rather than one who lives off the land."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-22, 12:54 AM

Pakli follows, lost in his little world for the moment.

chrisrawr

2012-02-22, 01:16 AM

Again, Sherlock points to his laptop; "My magic has saved more lives than anyone's, and is used wherever men think and live. But mostly think." and leaves it at that.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 01:21 AM

The group travels north, and eventually they reach a forested area, where they see fair-skinned children all wearing green tunics. Each one has a small flying creature that follows each creature. There are structures throughout this forested area, all carved out from large tree trunks.

One of the small creatures looks at your group. “You guys don’t look like any normal creature in Hyrule, what area are you from?”
This area is Kokiri Forest (http://www.zeldawiki.org/Kokiri_Forest), if you did not know already. Remember that even if your character knew about this forest before being collected, they no longer know anything about this area.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-22, 01:21 AM

"Would you consider a Rite of Conquest for your Magic Item? Would you rather the standard Duplication or the Time-Share Rite?"
Pakli was gazing at the laptop, wondering at it's function.

EDIT:
"Greetings Fey of the Clan Hyrule. I am Pakli, Honourary of the Clan Genja. We are from numerous worlds taken by force and entrapped in this place. Do you serve the Earth Prime or the Wind Prime? And why are you different to normal Fey, you are similar but the eyes.."
Pakli makes the friend/alliance symbol with his hands

OOC: I am aware they are not Fey, but when playing Pakli in the campaign they were described as "Link with weird eyes".
Also it would be a good way of kicking things off to an alliance

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-22, 01:24 AM

William is somehow not surprised by the presence of a village full of children.

"I suspect each of us would give a different answer. I myself hale from Britannia, the kingdom of my father, Arthur. Tell me, Springborn, where are your Sidhe leaders so we may speak with them?"

Rhyvurg

2012-02-22, 01:26 AM

"Sidhe? Fair Folk!" Sol raises his spear...

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 01:35 AM

The creature looks at Pakli. All these strangers comments made the Kokiri not notice the different worlds comment. "What's a Fey? What are all of these places you speak of? How do you not know what Hyrule is? What's a Sidhe?

Kokiri flinches at the drawing of the sword. "Please don't hurt us!

OOC: color changed to lime because Sherlock is green

Anecronwashere

2012-02-22, 01:48 AM

Rhyvurg

2012-02-22, 02:00 AM

"Do not be fooled by their looks, they are treacherous creatures."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-22, 02:01 AM

You! The Emperor, upon his arrival takes it upon himself to bring his large alien figure to bear, towering over one of the children, his mind projects three simple words in a hWhere am I?!. Where am I?!

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 02:07 AM

Pakli gestures for the others to disarm.
"The Fey are beings similar to you who worship the 4 Prime Elements of my world. Your looks are remarkably similar to them, though they do lack their own floating nightlight. We do not know of your Hyrule because we do not come from your world. We have been sent here to this foreign place for unknown reasons. But since you aren't Fey and thus have none of those pesky 'no magazines of girls' rules, can I trade something for some magazines? I seem to have misplaced mine."

The Kokiri scratches her head, other worlds being a concept alien to her. "Other... Worlds?" she also mentions to the magazine comment "We don't have any tomes with pictures of females."

"Do not be fooled by their looks, they are treacherous creatures."
"Treacherous creatures? The Kokiri are a peaceful race! We only had one sword, which was taken by Link. After stating this, she realizes mentioning that they had no defences was a bad idea.

You! The Emperor, upon his arrival takes it upon himself to bring his large alien figure to bear, towering over one of the children, his mind projects three simple words in a hWhere am I?!. Where am I?!
"We are in the Kokiri Forest of the land of Hyrule!" The Kokiri cowers at the creature.

Raziel just watches these events unfold.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-22, 02:11 AM

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 02:14 AM

"Why is there never any magazines? Does this world hate me or something? Arg!
No swords huh? You must know some cool unarmed combat then. Or your world could be peaceful and have no need for any weapons."

Realizing that lying would only prove the Sol right, she confesses. "Yeah, we really never deal with violence, as the forest protects us. Why do you people keep on mentioning other worlds? Are we not in Hyrule anymore?"

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-22, 02:17 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon examined the creatures. While these buffoons were busy focusing on the flesh, the Ebon Dragon focused on the senses of the spirit. Unfortunately, these creatures did not follow the familiar motonic patterns with which he was familiar - and yet he could tell that there was more to them than a whisp of story and a simulacrum of a soul. Still, if this turned to violence, all to the good - these cretins would no doubt feel guilt about the murder of these vermin at a later date, and that was something he could use.

That went out the windows when the creatures started mewling, however. Their protestations of innocence would no doubt be believed by enough of the dupes to prevent bloodshed, barring his direct intervention - which would be problematic in and of itself. No, now was a time to act - but to cement his own position, rather than sow discord.

"Peace, my friends." He said, speaking especially to the Solar. "These aren't Fair Folk - not Rakshasa, in any case. Their flesh is of a more mortal sort, and they are possessed of souls. Though the... texture, I suppose, is unfamiliar."

He turned to address the "Kokiri," his voice soft and calm."We mean you no harm - we're simply searching for a way out of this place - this world, that is. It seems we have all been transported here more or less against our will. Tell us, do you have a leader or leaders?" Someone marginally less stupid, that was.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-22, 02:20 AM

"We all come from different worlds, different places like Hyrule where things work differently. I don't know if you are like us, with your whole forest taken, or we have simply been dragged into your world."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-22, 02:22 AM

"We are in the Kokiri Forest of the land of Hyrule!" The Kokiri cowers at the creature.

Raziel just watches these events unfold.

The creature backs off slowly. Hyrule? He projects the word in contempt of his own ignorance. Of course, if there were a land called Hyrule, he would have heard of it. Obviously he was aware of Aether and the damned Luminoth and their plans for the Emperor's race's genocide. But logically, even if there is a place called "hyrule" it is not here. Maybe. This is not "Hyrule." It cannot be Hyrule.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 02:32 AM

The Ebon Dragon

"Peace, my friends." He said, speaking especially to the Solar. "These aren't Fair Folk - not Rakshasa, in any case. Their flesh is of a more mortal sort, and they are possessed of souls. Though the... texture, I suppose, is unfamiliar."

He turned to address the "Kokiri," his voice soft and calm."We mean you no harm - we're simply searching for a way out of this place - this world, that is. It seems we have all been transported here more or less against our will. Tell us, do you have a leader or leaders?" Someone marginally less stupid, that was.
"Well, Saria could be sonsidered our leader, but she is in the Lost Woods."

"We all come from different worlds, different places like Hyrule where things work differently. I don't know if you are like us, with your whole forest taken, or we have simply been dragged into your world."

The creature backs off slowly. Hyrule? He projects the word in contempt of his own ignorance. Of course, if there were a land called Hyrule, he would have heard of it. Obviously he was aware of Aether and the damned Luminoth and their plans for the Emperor's race's genocide. But logically, even if there is a place called "hyrule" it is not here. Maybe. This is not "Hyrule." It cannot be Hyrule.
So... outside of the forest is no longer the Hyrule Feild?

chrisrawr

2012-02-22, 02:39 AM

Sherlock has found no small delight in experiments and tinkering in his time, but this was a truly invigorating experience - No silly noise laws, no one limiting his access to chemicals and explosives, no one asking pesky questions at the border, no one to get mad at him for bloodying everything.

Once he'd bored with smoothing the area, freeing it of grass and debris in a perfect circle of considerable distance, he took his scimitar from its current leadened hiding spot in his coat, and began hacking down smaller roundish trees, rolling them to camp. Levering the 'table' onto them, he rolled it neatly to the center of the camp.

He also managed to get enough scrub to properly layer over his lean-to, built a number of bowls, spears, and utensils, and when he finally nicked himself on a buried knot in the wood for a bow (the violin sort), he marched down to the stream to gather some water and his spit himself.

At the end of the day, a number of signs, small traps, alarm triggers, and nasty surprises ring the camp, and after a big serving of fowl, he falls quickly to sleep under his coat.

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-22, 02:44 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon was slightly surprised that the ruler was not present in the same location as her tribe. Still, these little wretches didn't look like they'd take much manipulating to keep under control. Oh, how he longed to drive talons into those oversized eyes! Such vacuous stupidity made him want to retch with contempt.

"And is she here? Or, rather, is the Lost Wood here with you?"

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-22, 12:15 PM

"I apologize for my ignorance, child. I noticed the color of your garb and assumed I had entered the Deepwoods of Britannia, and assumed you were changelings, children stolen by the Seelie Court to see the wonders of Tir na nOg and to be raised as warriors for them. We have wandered here because some unknown force has stolen us all from our homes and deposited us in this place, which, given what you've just told us, seems to be a jigsaw of places stolen from other worlds. Tell us of these "Lost Woods," please."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-22, 12:48 PM

So... outside of the forest is no longer the Hyrule Feild?
Outside this "forest" is something else. Considering that even lands now seem to be being plucked from their reality, Emperor Ing reasons that this is technically Hyrule.
So where is this "Lost Forest" supposed to be?

Rhyvurg

2012-02-22, 02:05 PM

"Perhaps we should discuss this with your leader."

Dire Reverend

2012-02-22, 02:46 PM

"The lost forest is that way." The Kokiri points to a hole in the wall of trees.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-22, 03:18 PM

"I'll take point. I have experience with enchanted forests."

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-23, 09:17 PM

Xemnas follows, while ordering the Dusks to scout ahead.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-23, 09:23 PM

Pakli follows, simply meandering

Emperor Ing

2012-02-23, 09:37 PM

The Emperor dissolves into an amorphous puddle of black goo, using that form to follow.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-23, 09:37 PM

Sol follows, suppressing his natural urge to take the lead.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-23, 09:52 PM

William tries to sense magical pathways, and begins feeling the woods have a strange power, like it's too easy to get lost and wander in circles here. He has no idea how to deal with it, but despite this, it brings him a small amount of comfort. It reminds him of the magic of Bedegraine, the forest he'd once called home.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-24, 02:09 AM

Group in the forest:

The forest is very confusing, even with Williams's familiarity with magical forests. Several times the group ends up exactly where they started, in the Kokiri Forest. Eventually they reach a small clearing, where they see a small, green-haired female Kokiri sitting on a stone.

Sherlock Holmes:

The sky above Sherlock suddenly changes from sky blue to a dark green.

Rhyvurg

2012-02-24, 03:50 AM

"Ho child, are you Saria?"

chrisrawr

2012-02-24, 07:16 PM

Does Sherlock see if the colour change had an origin or direction?

Sherlock notes the exact hues, but it doesn't really affect him where he is and he has no way of changing it so he continues dozing off.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-27, 01:41 AM

Group in the Lost Forest:

"Why, yes I am Saria. Who are you strange people?"

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock sees no origin or direction of the coloration.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-27, 02:02 AM

William steps forward and bows.

"I am William Pendragon, son of Arthur the Once and Future King, Binder of Balor, Slayer of Fomorians and former Bearer of the Holy Grail. It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, milady."

Emperor Ing

2012-02-27, 02:20 AM

The oozing puddle gives a reply. I am Ing. Scion of the Void. Avatar of the Incarnate Shadow. The Alpha of eternity and Omega of Infinity. If these monstrosities of the damned light can have colorful titles, surely the Emperor should have one as well. Even if the truth is stretched a little.

Dire Reverend

2012-02-27, 03:00 AM

"Umm... Those names are kinda long, do you mind if I shorten them down to William and Ing?" Saria smiles. "You guys don't look like you're from Hyrule. Where are you all from?"

Raziel speaks up. "We are all from different worlds. Your Hyrule is no longer where it was. Outside of the Kokiri Forest is a barren landscape."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-27, 05:01 AM

"We are from many places, none of which are your home. The children in the village suggested you might help us."

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-27, 09:32 AM

The Ebon Dragon

... Did not bother to introduce himself. That would spoil all the fun - besides, he had avoided doing so thus far, and he saw no point in doing anything else. "We come from... other places, as my companion says." The shadow-made-solid said in his soft, sibilant voice. "We're more curious about you, my dear, and what you might know about this world... and, perhaps, if there's any way we can help you."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-27, 12:30 PM

"Umm... Those names are kinda long, do you mind if I shorten them down to William and Ing?" Saria smiles. "You guys don't look like you're from Hyrule. Where are you all from?"
"Of course, milady. I'm just used to giving that introduction when meeting representatives of foreign lands such as yourself. As for where I myself hail from, I...was...from the island kingdom of Britannia, once ruled by my father, King Arthur, and protected by his Knights of the Round Table, but fractured and corrupted after an attempt on his life was made. I reunified the kingdom and healed him, but somehow in the process I was transported to this place. I fear I know as little about what is going on as you do."

dragonsamurai77

2012-02-27, 02:49 PM

Group in the Lost Forest:

"Why, yes I am Saria. Who are you strange people?"

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock sees no origin or direction of the coloration.

I am the Superior, the Envoy of the Inbetween, Xemnas.

Anecronwashere

2012-02-27, 09:29 PM

Dire Reverend

2012-02-28, 03:09 AM

"I'm Pakli, the Retired. I have other titles but I forwent them decades ago.
We are here in your Woods to seek you out, we visited your village and were told to come get you. And don't say you'll return to the village if we complete some task. I've had quite enough of that before I retired. Dam Succubi Exile Rituals""Well, Pakli the Retired, not many retired adventurers go into the Lost Forest, did you take a wrong turn or something?" Saria smiles. "All joking aside, I don't know anything more than you do. If the Kokiri Forest was still in Hyrule, I could point you to some people who might know something about what is going on."

A strange-looking wooden creature walks up to the group.
http://www.zeldawiki.org/images/thumb/4/4f/Deku_Link.png/502px-Deku_Link.png
(without the green hat)
"I'm a Deku Scrub, and unlike the majority of my race, I sell various things. Anyways, I was on my way out of the Kokiri forest when the entire thing was taken. I found a city close to here. The Kokiri Forest was taken a while ago, however the Kokiri never leave the Kokiri forest so they did not notice."

Saria looks at the Scrub, shocked.

"Anyways, I can show you where the city is, for a price."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-28, 03:15 AM

"Unfortunately I left my wallet at home. Any chance for a barter? I have a companion at our home who seems to be quite intelligent and very little in the way of combat forms, a Rite of Conquest for his smarts or logic would be quite worthwhile. I would offer some of my lesser Martial manouvers but I haven't yet mastered Throwing yet and with my abilities even Established Merchants stand little chance."

Dire Reverend

2012-02-28, 03:24 AM

The Deku Scrub looks at Pakli with a blank stare. "...What? I accept bartering as a form of trade, but I have no idea what the hell a Rite of Conquest is."

Anecronwashere

2012-02-28, 03:39 AM

"Doesn't your world have Rites? Then how the hell do you trade? Pure gold is worthless when you get to the mid levels of Magic infusion and the Wish Economy starts up above that level.
Rites are Magical Duels where the two opponents bet either the ownership of a magical item. Or a skill they have, learned or natural, or even gained through other Rites. The winner is the one that doesn't surrender or falls unconscious. Or dies but they are brought back from that at the end.
The Loser relinguishes control over the bet item, but not the ability, though the winner gains the ability just like the loser.
There is a Magical Compulsion to fight to the best of a person's abilities but most Traders have an ability called Throwing, which resists that temptation to allow them to lose the fight by holding back. Pity it happens to be the one thing that cant be bet as a Rite."

Rhyvurg

2012-02-28, 06:30 AM

"I could make something for you."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-02-28, 09:23 AM

William checks his belt to see if he still had any gold. He figured that'd convince the creature better than the bizarre ritual Pakli described.

Emperor Ing

2012-02-28, 11:26 AM

The Emperor stood confused about the workings of the Light world economy. In the Void. We barter with services and reputation. Tell me, what do you require that I can perform in exchange for your knowledge?

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-28, 01:07 PM

The Ebon Dragon

The Ebon Dragon smiled. "I'd be happy to barter. I do love to dicker and deal." He said with a fond sigh. "I tell you what... I'll grant you one wish in exchange for the knowledge we need. Anything that's within my power to grant will be yours."

Dire Reverend

2012-02-28, 04:05 PM

The Deku Scrub looks to The Ebon Dragon, ignoring all other offers. "A wish? What is the limit of your ability?

WhiteKnight777

2012-02-28, 04:23 PM

The Ebon Dragon

The Ebon Dragon would have smiled solicitously, had he a mouth. "Well, I can grant any number of gifts!" he said in a jovial voice. "Wealth, of course - that's an obvious one. Material goods of nearly any description and virtue, though greater magical wonders are... inaccessible to me in this place. Physical alterations of nearly any description. Or, if you prefer, I could bind the wish in the form of an item that you yourself could trade. Unfortunately, I'm unable to fashion a way out of this realm. If you have a more specific query, ask and I will inform you if it is within my powers."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-01, 08:15 AM

"I will take your wish in item form." The Deku Scrub greedily smiles.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-01, 10:05 AM

William stands stoic, but his heart isn't so sure.

Why do I feel like this isn't going to end well?

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-01, 10:41 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon made a curious twisting gesture with one hand, and when he opened it he held a curiously striated conch shell, which he held out to the creature. "Certainly. Whoever owns the shell need only whisper their wish into this, and I shall hear and grant it."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-04, 12:45 AM

William stands stoic, but his heart isn't so sure.

Why do I feel like this isn't going to end well?
"What could possibly go wrong?" The Deku Scrub takes the object and puts it into his backpack.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-04, 12:46 AM

Reverend, William was thinking that, he didn't say it out loud. I thought the lack of quotation marks and italicized text would have made that clear. :smallconfused:

Anecronwashere

2012-03-04, 01:13 AM

"Onward to the city then! Hey, where's that annoying guy? Sherlock? He is gone."
Pakli looks around half-heartedly
"Oh well, must have died. Moment of silence... Well, let's go. If we move fast we'll be gone by the time he gets back from Heaven."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-04, 01:22 AM

"He didn't die, Pakli, we just left him behind."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-04, 01:25 AM

"Same thing, only difference is 2 Planeshifts and a search through a pile of souls by his employer or family."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-04, 01:47 AM

"What?! No, he's still alive. We'd just have to head back where we first met to find him."

William is clearly confused.

Emperor Ing

2012-03-04, 02:00 AM

A rumbling comes from the thick black puddle from which all light seems to be not just consumed, but destroyed. Yes yes. I agree, you go. Leave me to my puddle. Don't worry, i'll keep this...creature...i'll keep it safe for you.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-04, 02:03 AM

"I know. But if he wants to catch up he should catch up. I mean, a Knight, an old man and, well, them shouldn't be hard to follow."
Pakli gestures at the Ebon Dragon and Ing.
"If he dies, it's the same thing. His fault if he can't catch up. That's always been standard procedure with me and I don't see why I should start now. Besides, less time spent chasing people back to the group means more time to spend getting home. And I'm having the Fire Prime over for dinner next week and the last time I skipped out he chased me for 3 Planes! 3! Hurling fireballs the whole time! My old bones don't like running that long.
Shoulda chosen Centa for the position"

Rhyvurg

2012-03-04, 05:04 AM

"Well creature, you have been paid. Where is the city?"

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-04, 11:41 AM

The Ebon Dragon

Inwardly, the Dragon let out a deep and malevolent laugh - it would be interesting to see who or what would eventually end up making the wish. Surely the nature of this place would engender some absolutely delicious desperation - and didn't that always lead to equally scrumptious opportunities? Oh yes. Yes, it did.

He rubbed his shadow-hands together, the sound like the rasp of dry tongues on desecrated flesh. "Yes, let us complete the bargain. We have... things to do. Places to be, other than here."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-05, 12:32 AM

Group in the Lost Forest:
"I will stay here in the Kokiri Forest, with my people." Saria waves goodbye to the group. "Very well. let us go." The Deku Scrub leads the entire group out of the forest. The Scrub begins to make small-talk. "You know, it is a pain that the terrain in-between The Town and the Kokiri Forest is so uneven and not nice on my legs. I wish there was a road going to and from here... He absentmindedly states, not remembering the item he just put in his backpack.

White Knight:

Feel free to grant this wish, making a cobblestone road or something similar shouldn't be too hard. Of course, you could play it nice, and let him take those words back.

industrious

2012-03-05, 01:12 AM

Kazakhstan

The Four had been defeated. Ambrose had been rescued. And the world was finally going to be the way Elijah had been hoping it would be-would continue to be-for over a century. Strange and beautiful and full of wonder.

No more lost years, for him or for anyone. There were still secrets to be ferreted out, still mysteries to solve, still cases to crack and conspiracies to be brought into light...but the biggest had been dismantled. A century's worth of impeded progress now unleashed onto a world that had grown accustomed to the merest fraction of what they were capable of.

The celebration was still raging in the Planetary Office in New York. By now, Jakita had probably challenged the lot of them to a drinking contest. Elijah didn't mind. He wasn't one for parties.

There is a bar in a remote region of Kazakhstan where no local goes, and few ever return to. It was underground-both figuratively and literally; many nations of both honest and sinister intention would dearly love to find it. But the place was one of the few secrets that Elijah would be keeping from the wider public. It appealed to him.

The bar was called the Last Shot, and it was located in a missile testing facility. It was staffed by a rogue cabal of nuclear physicists and theologians, who had discovered that Heaven and Hell were nothing more than seige engines pushing against each other, fueled by the electromagnetic fields that were the souls of humanity. Those that came here usually did for one purpose: to have their last drinks, and then to strap themselves to a test device, and as their bodies burned in nuclear fire, their souls would be utterly destroyed by the accompanying EMP, and they would have cheated both the Powers Above and the Forces Below. The Triumphant Dead.

Or so they believed, anyway. Elijah came to the bar for two reasons. Because it was private, and because the other patrons kept to themselves.

Elijah walked into the Last Shot, and was promptly ignored by the bartender-as usual. An Old-Fashioned cocktail, a booth with a candle, and memories to reminisce over. A job very, very well done.

Then his hand starts shaking. His vision is starting to blur. He looks around, but the bar is empty; he can't see the bartender. Something in his drink.

His thoughts begin to run together. He wonders who's responsible for it. But he doesn't panic. He keeps himself calm and centered, even as he falls into unconsciousness. He remembers the triumphant gloating of the leader of the Four.

It's a game, Mister Snow.

And he remembers their final confrontation.

Elijah Snow collapses onto the concrete floor of the Last Shot, and awaits what fate will befall him next.

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-05, 01:50 AM

The Ebon Dragon

Upon hearing the creature's request, the Ebon Dragon nearly laughed aloud. Pure Chaos, what fools these mortals be! "As You Wish!" He intoned in a deep basso voice so unlike his normal rasping whisper, and a road began to form along their present course - but not just any road. Into this road were woven essence-patterns inimical to the very presence of this forest. Subtle but inevitable, they spoke of the allure of far away places and stranger's faces, beckoning the forest's occupants away... and at the same time, there was a sort of siren song to it - a call that would bring outsiders with greed in their heart, eager to exploit the insipid little vermin who called this place home. Oh, it might take months, even years - such was their subtlety that even he could not have noticed them if he had not known they were there, and the emotions they inspired were nothing more than a focusing of extant energies. But no matter how petty the malice, it was a delight to the Dragon.

Strange, though. He hadn't intended to make the road out of yellow bricks. Most... curious. Perhaps some property of this place? Damn, but he wanted to be quit of it.

Dire Reverend

2012-03-05, 02:14 AM

The Deku Scrub fell to his knees. "My wish..." he searches his backpack, and takes out a pile of ash. He frantically searches through his bag . "Let's make another trade for a wish... How about a Slingshot? A Compass? Wait... that doesn't work out here... How about something called 'Gold-Pressed Latinum'?" He takes out something that looks like a regular bar of gold. Some creature with large ears sold it to me for several plays at his Dalo table. He owns a casino at The Town."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-05, 02:24 AM

"Hehe, a wish for a bar of worthless gold? That's a right joke. Only the peasants and the weak ones pay any sort of attention to gold where I come from.
Why before I Retired I could literally summon walls of the stuff, or summon creatures who could do it for me."
Pakli started giggling at the sight of the metal, the sheer audaciousness of offering Gold for a Wish was almost inconceivable in his home universe.

Emperor Ing

2012-03-05, 02:59 AM

AAACK!! The dark anathema appears alarmed as it emerges from the puddle in its full, monstrous form. What...what sorcery is this to create this...road I think it is...from nothing? I don't understand!

Rhyvurg

2012-03-05, 03:48 AM

Sol takes this in quite calmly. "If the loss bothers you so much, I will be willing to trade with you for a favor to be named later."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-05, 03:50 AM

Raziel looks at Emporer Ing and sighs. "Were you not listening during the whole 'I'll trade a magical wish for you to show the way to civilization' conversation? Well, he got his wish, a road going from the Kokiri Forest to whatever that town is called."

"Its name is The Town. Almost all of structures were brought together from other worlds, and everyone wanted to name the new town after their previous town they lived in. Eventually they just called it 'The Town' and after a while the name stuck."

AnimeKid

2012-03-05, 09:01 PM

They had done it. They had defeated the creator and managed to save the entire 3D universe from deletion. Fayt had been in a ship on his way to Roak VI, one of the planets that refugees from the Hyda IV attack had be relocated to. If everything went well his mother would be there. He would be able to find her at last. A few hours later he landed. He opened the ships hatch as he stepped out onto solid ground. He took the first step, and then experienced a sudden bout of vertigo. He managed to steady himself for a moment before it got worse and the ground rushed up to meet him.

dragonsamurai77

2012-03-06, 08:03 PM

Hmph. He wasted a valuable gift on the shallow longings of the heart. Pathetic.

Let this be a lesson to you, creature. Beware that your heart does not lead you to destruction. You have already seen the results of its idle wishes. You had a chance at whatever you wanted, and now you have nothing to show for it.

Dire Reverend

2012-03-07, 12:50 PM

"Geez, thanks for rubbing it in, jerk." The Scrub sighs. "Anyways, this road leads to The Town, you don't need my help anymore."

Emperor Ing

2012-03-07, 12:54 PM

Raziel looks at Emporer Ing and sighs. "Were you not listening during the whole 'I'll trade a magical wish for you to show the way to civilization' conversation? Well, he got his wish, a road going from the Kokiri Forest to whatever that town is called."

No. I heard exactly what he said. I simply did not not expect to see such a thing actually fulfilled. Now I ask again: How is this possible?

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-07, 03:23 PM

"Geez, thanks for rubbing it in, jerk." The Scrub sighs. "Anyways, this road leads to The Town, you don't need my help anymore."
William tosses the Scrub a small pouch of gold.

"For your troubles, and may The Lord protect you."

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-07, 07:13 PM

The Ebon Dragon

"Don't be sad, my friend." The Ebon Dragon said in concilliatory tones. "After all, now that you are properly forewarned about the dangers of the magic, the next time we trade you will be able to make full use of the wish, thus recompensing you for any minor losses now sustained."

He looked at Ing - or at least, turned his face-analogue in the creature's direction. So much shadow... it was an interesting convergence indeed. "It's magic." He said simply. "Crude matter is nothing when compared to will and puissance, and it is easily reshaped when you understand how."

Emperor Ing

2012-03-07, 08:52 PM

Magic? The creature that soon melts back into a puddle muses. Magic? Gwehahahaha. Don't make me laugh. Emperor Ing adds with a condescending sneer. How can one possibly hope to "reshape" something, or even "understand" something which, by nature of the very term you use for it, betrays your ignorance?

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-07, 09:00 PM

"It is not ignorance, and it can be understood. I use magic too."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-07, 09:23 PM

"I did use Magic, gave it up when I retired though.
The Ignorance belongs to you my companion. Maybe in your world there exists no Magic or you use a different word for it but magic in mine is utilizing the Arcane Energies that swirl throughout the Planes to create effects just like the emissions of the 6 Original Planes created the Infinite Materials."

ThatQuietGuy

2012-03-07, 09:39 PM

"You don't understand me at all," Luc said quietly as the group rushed up the stairs to meet him. He knew he couldn't handle their combined might, but it disappointed him that they'd not seen that they were being used. By threatening the True Wind Rune, he brought upon himself the wrath of the other True Runes, and by extension, their bearers. If only they could understand that this desire to stop him was not their own, but the will of their runes.

A challenge was set forth, one Luc knew he would never survive. He hadn't planned on surviving anyway, but left to his own devices he would at least have succeeded in ridding the world of this manipulation. All of his planning and strategizing, pouring over Sindarin texts to learn what he needed, and they would destroy it all, simply because they lacked the willpower to make their own decisions.

I am sorry, Sarah. You had such high hopes. Opening himself up his rune, he let the power flow through him. It took all of his considerable ability to shape the flows and swirls of wind, and he knew the process would leave him weak, but perhaps that which he was unleashing could destroy those who sought to see their world destroyed.

Power coursed through him and around him, overwhelming him until suddenly, there was nothingness. The roar and fury of the wind was silent. The manifestation he had summoned was gone from him, as though it had never existed, and it had taken the ruins and the other rune bearers with it.

Exhausted and deadened by the anticlimax of it all, he collapsed to his knees. What was this place? How had he come here? He hadn't teleported, nor had he felt to pull of someone else trying to remove him from harm's way. He was simply somewhere else. Wherever it was, it was nowhere he had any knowledge of. Certainly, there were areas of the world that he'd not seen, but Harmonia's maps were fairly accurate, and this didn't seem to fit in to any of them.

His confusion and shock kept him on the ground for a few minutes before he struggled to his feet. His staff lay beside him, he realized now, and the mask he had given to Sarah not an hour before. Two items he'd left in her protection, inextricably here beside him, though she was nowhere to be found.

Still, if they were here, she couldn't be far. Logic dictated that it must be so. He bent to take his staff. The mask, he placed on his face, hiding his identity just in case the first people he came across were the wrong people. First he would find Sarah, then he would figure out where he was.

As he gripped his right hand around the staff, wind rose up to meet him, a cool breeze. He detected nothing of her in the air. With no leads, he began the slow trek... forward.

Emperor Ing

2012-03-07, 10:10 PM

Anecronwashere

2012-03-07, 10:16 PM

"I doubt that I myself know all the Arcane Secrets and I know that when the word was invented Magic was unknown and a Legacy carried it down to the present day despite the fact we unlocked many, many secrets since then.
The word Magic is a legacy in my world, not a sign of ignorance.
In our world the term Arcane means Sorcerous or Wizardic Magic, not secrets or unknown. It might have when the word was first used but it evolved it's meaning over the centuries.
I am not ignorant because your word definitions are different to mine."

Emperor Ing

2012-03-07, 10:31 PM

Is that so? Then am I right in assuming that your "magic" and this...Ebon, I believe its name is, Ebon's "magic" are fundamentally different apertures?

Rhyvurg

2012-03-07, 10:34 PM

"I loathe to use sorcery, but my powers are an extension of my ability to manipulate the fabric of reality. Sorcery is different. It breaks reality, rewrites existence to the user's needs. It is the Primordial's power, not something to be trifled with."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-07, 10:35 PM

"More than likely seeing as his world doesn't have Rites of Conquest."

Pakli shakes his head at this, obviously disappointed that the most important part of his world is not propagated in the other worlds.

Emperor Ing

2012-03-07, 10:47 PM

What the Light is this Rite of Conquest I keep hearing about?

Anecronwashere

2012-03-07, 10:52 PM

"The ability to have a duel wherein both offer abilities equal in worth.
The winner gains the ability, though the loser may still use it as well.
It's the main system of bartering with the Merchant Guild in my world as they are one of the few that can throw fights.
Back when I was young I amassed a great number of Rites, from Arcane Magic to Psionics to the ability to Fly faster than a horse could ride. And how I became Lord of Hell, Prime of Fire and Water, but that's a tale for another time."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-07, 10:54 PM

You misunderstand. I never said it cannot be understood. I simply state that your terms betray your ignorance. The word "arcane" is synonymous with something that is secretive, or unknown. You assign words to explain what you do not already know yet you allow it into your lexicon as something that is unknown. Or perhaps unknowable? As great and powerful as your abilities may be, they are as "arcane" to me as they are to you. You simply know which path leads out of the maze without knowing the maze itself. Wait, creatures of Light know what a maze is, correct?
"To us it's not a maze. This is the first time I've heard it called arcane though. To my people, the druids and the Christians alike, magic is simply magic, a gift my father returned to the world when he pulled the sword from the stone, a power that those chosen by destiny, like myself, my father's knights, devout monks and inscrutable druids, can harness to turn the tide of battle. And of course I know what a maze is. Merlin loved using them in his hideouts. Everything was a test or a riddle with that wizard."

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-08, 02:50 AM

The Ebon Dragon

Anger, contempt, and bitter amusement commingled in the Ebon Dragon's hollow soul. This creature thought he was a thing of light? Oh, how deliciously droll. And his certainty that he knew how the universe worked! Wonderful. People who thought they knew what they were doing were almost universally wrong. Except for his illustrious self, of course.

"Magic is the manipulation of Essence. Essence is... everything. It's not a particularly difficult concept." He said, with more than a trace of smugness.

"This Rite sounds... intriguing. Must the duel be a physical confrontation?"

Rhyvurg

2012-03-08, 03:53 AM

"I believe when he speaks of a maze, he means that when someone says they know magic, they know specific paths, or spells, that achieve a specific goal. But he can percieve the maze in it's entirety, choosing any path he wishes to achieve infinite ends. The difference between knowing how to operate a machine, and knowing how it really works. But his observation does not apply to those of us from Creation. We are the maze."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-08, 04:02 AM

"The Rite is a fight to unconsciousness or death and part of the magic forces all those without the Gift of Throwing to fight to the best of their abilities.
Though if one does die then they will be automatically ressurected so it's perfectly safe. Unlike that bloody Domination Rite"
Pakli mutters with a darkened face

"I can show you one if you would like."

If anyone says they wish a demonstration Pakli will turn to them and chant
"Ego provocare vos. Ego bet hoc. Gradu unum inermes Percute.
I am betting a basic level of Unarmed Combat that reduces holes in ones defence when attacking."

Rhyvurg

2012-03-08, 05:35 AM

"A tempting proposal, but it is impossible for me to wager my power in such a manner, I am my power. I cannot very well wager a part of myself."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-08, 05:42 AM

"You won't part with it. It simply links your soul to mine and doubles the tiny thing you bet. You can bet part of your strength if you wish not to part with any Supernatural or Magical abilities.
Sorcerous power in my world is in the blood and an inherent part of a being yet it can be used as a Rite. Your power should be the same."
Pakli explains

"And no, supernatural does not mean that it is not natural, merely a classification like Subnatural. It refers to Magic that bypasses an Antimagic Field or something. I don't know, I didn't pay much attention in Magic Class."
This bit was aimed at Emperor Ing to prevent another accusation of ignorance.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-08, 01:09 PM

"I'll participate. I offer a basic understanding of the weak points of Fomorians, allowing for more damaging attacks against them. Fortunately, I understand Latin quite well."

He turns to Pakli and repeats the basic thing he said.

"Ego accipere. Ego bet hoc. Gradu unum Fomorian Venator."

Emperor Ing

2012-03-08, 02:18 PM

Fascinating. Apparently the concept of "teaching" does not exist amongst the creatures of Light. This should be enkindling to observe, though.

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-08, 04:15 PM

The Ebon Dragon

The Ebon Dragon was mildly disappointed - "fair fight" was not in his vocabulary. Still, he watched and absorbed. This might be useful. "Interesting indeed. Still, I would have some reservations about this magic. What if someone were to control my mind and force me to engage in a duel? Or to poison me beforehand? What about a being possessed of more than one soul, as some in my world are?"

Anecronwashere

2012-03-08, 09:48 PM

"Then a Duel will not form. This is a magic of the Soul, not of the Mind. It is the Soul that links together.
Poisons wll likely still work and hinder you, but the final blow would have to be from the other.
And I have no idea how multiple souls will work, so I can't answer that."

An invisible field surrounds the two combatants and Pakli assumes a martial stance.
To observers who know stances this is a mid-level form good against charging enemies and lends itself well to an acrobatic style of fighting.

dragonsamurai77

2012-03-08, 10:49 PM

Hmph. To me, these contests seem ridiculous. You may gain a new ability, but not the experience that comes with it. Power without skill, without experience, is meaningless. Still, this should be quite interesting to observe.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-08, 11:05 PM

"You gain the skill as well. I bet Combat Skill, not a natural ability but one that came with training."

dragonsamurai77

2012-03-08, 11:10 PM

Then, I suppose it is not as useless as I thought, though still just as distasteful. But please, let us cease this conversation. I will learn far more through observation than from this needless prattling.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-08, 11:18 PM

"Needless prattlings all I want these days. Too much blood has soaked these fists.
Besides, I can take him with my eyes closed.
Remember when I disassembled his armour? It went like this."

Pakli jumps forward, striking the same sequence of points as before and following up with a blinding fast flurry of blows ending with a flip-kick to get him out of reach of a counterattack.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-09, 12:58 AM

William's ready for Pakli this time, raising his arms and summoning freezing cold winds to swirl around him that knock the older combatant back and would definitely cause frostbite if unprotected.

miz redavni

2012-03-09, 06:48 PM

Sorry for the Gmode, need it for the story, Wont happen again

"OOOHHH! That was exciting! Wasn't it?!" He exclaimed with glee while slapping BlackBeard on the back.

"I don't know how many more of our little interactions I can take Doctor..." Black Beard stated wearyingly. "I mean, we just got done hunting a bunch Time-traveling ancient treasure hunters who decided to collect my ship, Doctor..."

"yes The Queen Anne's Revenge is a VERY pretty vessel" The Doctor Interjected.

"Doctor..." BlackBeard Leaned exhaustingly against the mast of his ship. "DECKHAND! BRING ME SOME RUM!"

The Doctor Opened the Big Blue Police Box and stepped inside. "oh... Yes..." The Doctor stuck his head back out of the Police box, "you'll... be fine..", re-entered the police box, stuck his head back out "maybe", re-entered, stuck his head back out, "probably... anyway I have to go do stuff... what kind of stuff? Not sure yet! but stuf it is indeed."

After a bit of roaring noises The strange blue box disappeared.
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After Awhile of running around a circular room with a circular pillar with a circular table around the pillar with a bunch of switches and nobs, switching and nobbing said switches and nobs.

"where shall I go? where shall WE go? So many places... so much time... or is it little? Not sure... but there's so much to do... OH... I know... I haven't seen teddy in awhile!" The doctor runs over to a seemingly random switch, "July 1, 1898 it is!"

Suddenly the Blue Police Box(known as the Tardis) begins to shake wildly and smoke. "NO! what's happening to you?! What are they doing to you?! Someone or something is forcing our path!!! NO!" The Tardis begins to spark and set fire. "no... they're killing you..." The Doctor stands in frustration and dumbstruck for the first time. "I... there's nothing I can do..."

Then suddenly A large crash, the Tardis doors fling open throwing the doctor out... The Doctor is currently passed out.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 07:59 PM

"Cold! Cold. Fine then take this!"
Pakli thrusts his hands forward... But nothing happened.

"M-my Rites. Someone stole my Rites! I spent years collecting those! Grumble grumble"

Pakli Suddenly charges forward, fists pulled back.
Atthe last second before a counterattack will hit Pakli leaps to the left, circling the Knight and going for a roundhouse kick.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 08:00 PM

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-09, 09:08 PM

And he bangs his foot very hard on William's shield. William then advances with his sword, opting for a defensive stance since he knew Pakli was trying to peel away his protection.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 09:33 PM

Pakli flips over the armoured warrior and aims for specific nerves in the Knight's back, compensating for the armour's diffusion and paralyzing him.

"Can you feel it William? The sweet rush of Combat by Rites. No risks and a compulsion to do the best you can. Feels like a fresh spring breeze."
Pakli basks in the flow of the combat.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-09, 09:59 PM

William spins around and summons the winds again, this time aiming them at Pakli, who feels a blast of arctic winds right in his face.

"I prefer having an army at my back."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 10:05 PM

"Armies are for Wanna-bees with no power."
Pakli simply bends backwards to avoid the arctic chill before rocketing back up almost faster than the eye could see right into William's face for a massive headbut.

Emperor Ing

2012-03-09, 10:10 PM

The Emperor gives off some gluttoral noise that sounds as though it is a mockery of a laugh, if such a thing can even make sense.
Nonsense. Since most of us are only one being, it is a sign of power to have millions willing to die on your whim.

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 10:16 PM

"What good is dying when it can be reversed by a simple search through a pile?
An army of a million is just as effective as an army of a billion, which is just as effective as an army of 1.
Power is the ability to fight your own battles yourself rather than make others do it for you.
That's why I gave up the Lordship of Hell. I can't stand all the Power and the people wanting to take it from me."

Emperor Ing

2012-03-09, 11:00 PM

Power is not solely based on raw strength. Wars are fought through the mind as well as the flesh, and can be won or lost through the word. An army of one can be as effective as an army of millions, but why should I choose when I can have an army of one in myself and an army of millions of my sirelings?

Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 11:04 PM

"Because every fallen ally means a more experienced enemy. Your million sirelings help refine you enemy's technique of combat, leaving you with a lesser chance of defeating them.
Armies have never worked in our world for very long before they were destroyed."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-09, 11:10 PM

William's reaction time isn't nearly fast enough to stop Pakli, and the blow sends him sprawling to the ground. Pakli feels knowledge flow into him...knowledge that is terrifying. Twisted mockeries of men, flying monsters with whip-like tails, bloated giants with tentacles for hands, and enormous insect-like creatures that could kill a man just by stepping on them. And behind them, horrible gates of flesh and spikes of bone growing out of the blighted ground, and a sickly orangish haze hanging over the sky crackling with profane lightning. But with that comes an understanding of their weak points. Of how they cannot bear the touch of Purity and Life, how both the power of nature and the sign of the cross causes them pain. How while they are fearsome in form, they bleed and die as easily as other foes. These are the Fomorians. The plagued, the possessed, the enemy.

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Anecronwashere

2012-03-09, 11:15 PM

Pakli sorts the images and information into his psyche without trouble.
"I've seen worse. Though the weakness to Life is odd. I wonder if it's like Negative and Positive Energy?"
He comments, massaging his knuckles.

"So, any questions? No? Then let's follow the yellow brick road."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-09, 11:22 PM

"It is a weakness to them because they exist solely to corrupt everything around them and kill that which they cannot corrupt. By doing so they may wound the land and weaken the prison that holds their master, Balor. The weakness is more spiritual than physical, though. They may not enter sacred places without pain, whether Christian churches or druidic groves, unless the place is corrupted by spilled blood and the corpses of the innocent placed there by their possessed puppets. And now you know why I prefer to fight with a good few hundred men at my side. No one man, no matter how great, can stand against such a host alone."

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-09, 11:54 PM

The Ebon Dragon

"I think you'd be surprised" The Ebon Dragon said in a susurrating voice "I've seen one man - or woman, for that matter - stand against living mountains made of evil dreams, and dragons made from the other side of the sky. Not to mention some truly strange things." The Ebon Dragon did not feel it was pertinent that those things were his brothers and sisters, marginally less hateful in his eyes than the insipid heroes who had opposed them. No reason to get his new... "friends" suspicious.

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-10, 12:37 AM

"Where you come from, maybe. But in Britannia only one thing held that power, the Grail, and even that was broken and almost completely destroyed. Had we not recovered the shards and restored it, winning battles would have been useless."

Anecronwashere

2012-03-10, 12:46 AM

"So you must be from a weaker world. Well I'm sure you'll still fit in with whatever those 3 things are, that Sherlock guy and a Retired, Former Lord of hell, Fire Prime and Water Prime. And the Vampire of course. If you ever think you need a power-boost I'm sure I can teach you some Rites. Like some of my Speed. I noticed you had a little trouble defending my attacks and I was only warming up."

Archpaladin Zousha

2012-03-10, 12:58 AM

William snorts with indignation at the implication that his very world is weak, but doesn't challenge it.

"I'm a warlord. My real skill lies in my ability to lead and command others."

WhiteKnight777

2012-03-10, 12:59 AM

The Ebon Dragon

The Dragon would have sneered, had he a face. Physical combat. Disgusting. Why place yourself at risk, unless you already had them at your mercy? That was where the true pleasure lay, in dissecting your enemies as they squirmed. Better yet, tearing apart everything they loved, and then their very self-hood, and finally exiling them to the bitter blackness beyond reality where they could scream their eternal idiot torment.

Pure Chaos and empty Void, he hated this place. More than anything, the shackles on his power. If he could only unleash his apocalyptic draconiform jouten, he could cease wasting time on words and get to the screams!

Instead, he said in a pleasant voice. "Quite impressive, your Rites. I know a similar sort of magic, but unfortunately it is unique to my Essence patterns and cannot be taught." Which was a lie, naturally - he had said it after all. He could turn them into Akuma, but he doubted any of them would consent to the necessary rape of the soul that the process entailed. Besides that, doing so would reveal too much of his nature. " Still, for the martial among us, I dare say your power will be more useful than mine in any case, so it is all to the good."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-10, 09:47 AM

Those who do not start their posts off with their location will be beaten with a newspaper.The Town; Dr Who, Elijah Snow, Fayt and Luc:

You all gain consciousness relatively close to each other. You are in some sort of town square, populated with a multitude of humanoid creatures, and some not-so-humanoid ones.

The town design itself is a mash up of many different design styles from different times and locations. The villagers stare at you four for just a moment, then continue walking to their destination.

miz redavni

2012-03-10, 04:08 PM

As soon as The Doctor regains consciousness he jerks up but still sitting down. He wipes a tear from his right eye for the Tardis that may or may not be destroyed.

"Yes, well," He stands up to looks around for a second and sees all the different races here, all the different architecture. "nothing matches. Nothing seems right. Ooooo, I love adventures. But my tardis, but nothing seems right here. Guess I need to look around abit."

The Doctor turns to His companions next to him. "Hello there, who are you? when are you? I can only imagine that we've been all collected for some purpose. If I have something important and very powerful has done it. And if it's collected me I can only think it's collected everyone or maybe almost everyone here, and their homes, or just some of their home. Well this is interesting indeed." The Doctor finishes with a large smile on his face. "well, this could be VERY fun indeed. So who and when are you?" He turns again to his companions next to him.

Grossmesser

2012-03-10, 09:31 PM

In a poorly lit room.

He had been in here how long? Yes, it had been centuries. Centuries in this place, the place build by his master so long ago, still as strong and durable as ever. "Dwarven workmanship, the finest in the land." his master words echoed in his mind. The Golem smiled, for the heart was almost done and he would see his master again soon.

Hours pasted, and the runes covering the heart were coming along well. Only a few more and he was done. Three more, now two more. He was on the last one now, excitement welling up inside him. This journey had began when he was given soul and personality over two thousand years prior, and it would now end with a single rune, etched onto his very being.

He started weaving the energy into the appropriate shape, the rune about to form on the surface, when a great force hit him. Staggered, he looks around and see nothing. He is about to start working again when another wave hits, this one pulling him slightly out of reality. Something was trying to take him. "No, not now, I'm so close." he though as he tried his hardest to separate himself from the outside world, to shield himself in his own place where no one but him had any power. The third tug came, and it was too much, he was long from his home, surrounded in blackness. Sorrow took him, as for the first time in his life, he lost consciousness.

ThatQuietGuy

2012-03-11, 07:30 AM

Town; Town Square

Luc stared at the man who'd approached him. The way he dressed seemed odd, but then, so did everything else about this place. Stranger yet was the way the man spoke. The dialect was different, but not difficult to understand. It was the content of the words, and perhaps simply the amount of them, that put Luc aback at first. It was as if the man spoke every thought in his head without thinking first of whether or not there was a point.

But the inquisitive look at the open question hanging between them forced Luc's hand. "I am Luc and I am... now. I would like to know where, but I'll settle for who, you are."

Dire Reverend

2012-03-11, 10:38 AM

The Town, Dr Who, Elijah Snow, Fayt Luc and now The Golem:

A brief flash of light occurs and The Golem appears near the rest of group two.

miz redavni

2012-03-11, 03:38 PM

"Ah Yes, Sorry, introductions, you may call me The Doctor or just Doctor if you like. So Luc, where are you from?" The Doctor pulls out a strange metallic cylindrical object, flicks it, holds it in the air for just a moment. While He does this the object makes a weird buzzing noise.

The doctor looks at the side of the object, "interesting! The air from right here," the Doctor jumps to the left about 5 inches, "Is from a different dimension then the air right here."

The flash of light occurs

The Doctor whips around to face the flash with his object pointed at it as if he is getting ready to fight whatever just appeared. As soon as the flash is over and the Doctor can see whats now infront of him lowers his arm and the object."ooh, hello. where you just transported here too?" The Doctor puts his object back into his jacket breast inner pocket. "I could only imagine so or how else could you be here?" the Doctor said quieter as if he was talking to himself.