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| Hjorthorn | Thursday, 15. January 2015, 21:47 Post #1 |
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Opening Scene "Here stood the last gateway to the Hub, the place of the Council of Millennials." Vasts swept his left hand across his view, palm facing toward the ruins. "It was here that the Church of the First Forge took root. It was here that I Fell." ![]() EXILE'S GATE Edited by Hjorthorn, Wednesday, 29. April 2015, 11:20.
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| SpasticReflex | Friday, 16. January 2015, 15:05 Post #2 |
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The pieces of an artificial world that had managed to survive the fury of the Maw spun and twisted, forming what to many was the final defiant act of the Conglomerate's Homeworld. Many would mark this event as one of the most scaring events in recorded history; but that was simply because their records did not go back far enough. Vasts stood on what he though could have been a piece of the Dison's Sphere that once stood as a beacon to thousands of species and trillions of lives. It was a large area to search, but information from Keeper's was rarely wrong, Nadril was no exception to that rule. There was one of the first of the Forgers creations here. One, who just like Vasts, was only one generation shy of meeting the one who had Birthed these worlds, and all that was in them. Nadril had said that this creature was most likely Vasts equal for this Realm. If that where true, much knowledge could be gleaned from this encounter; but more importantly he might have a clue as to where the birthplace of linear reality was. And at this point, that was all that really mattered. Vasts pushed off the over sized piece of rock, and with careful precision projected multiple Fold patterns into reality, forcing space to compress in front of him, and allowing it to expand behind him. Falling had taken him hundreds of years to perfect, for without the volatility of Void Casting at his disposal he could not make himself move. Thankfully mortals always had insane ideas, that every so often worked. So he fell, moving towards the next large piece of debris, hoping that the immortal described to him would be on this, and that his four year search would not turn into five. Edited by SpasticReflex, Friday, 16. January 2015, 15:06.
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| Hjorthorn | Friday, 16. January 2015, 17:24 Post #3 |
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Kismet crouches at the end of a torn pylon, one knee against the metal and the other supported his arm. His field of view left him only clouds of as and the endless abyss of space, which he drank in with great eagerness. Somewhere out there... With a melancholy sigh, he stands and turns about to regard the wreckage. He had come here to learn, not to sightsee. A distant streak of light catches his eye; something foreign. He moves towards it, drawn by curiosity, leaping from fragment to fragment towards the object. |
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| SpasticReflex | Friday, 16. January 2015, 21:29 Post #4 |
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Slowly, carefully, almost lethargically Vasts began the search of the large rock. If he had the air to do it, he would sigh, but thankfully taking human form did not force the frailty of being human on him. He set about memorizing the world from each perspective, learning the three dimensional map of this area and comparing it to the ones he had made previously. He forced the thought to stay, crystallizing the memory so that it would stay as fresh as the other ones with it. In the four years Vasts had been searching he had almost mapped the entire ruin. Now all he needed was to finish it, so that he could find inconsistencies, a path for him to follow. He smiled at the though of almost being done. |
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| Hjorthorn | Sunday, 18. January 2015, 16:07 Post #5 |
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Kismet nears the stranger and slows himself, digging his hand into the metal. He slips slightly, still used to the claws recently present on his fingers. This "contemporary" form is highly impractical, he muses, however well it will allow me to blend in. Coming to a halt, he stands broad and tall in a display of his might as he regards the trespassing individual. |
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| SpasticReflex | Sunday, 18. January 2015, 21:57 Post #6 |
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Vasts Stopped and stared at creature that stood across the void from him. It was tall, almost as tall as Vasts, and it stood with a regal air about it. This was in fact a true feet, as there was very little actual air. He smiled at his good fortune, to find someone else out here, someone wearing Conglomerate knock off armour. He laughed internally; as his first thought was glee at finding the one he was looking for. The statistics where stacked against him. He nodded, another five years to reset; as his map now had flaws. He began again. Turning in a slow circle, compensating for the particle drift by his estranged friend. Edited by SpasticReflex, Monday, 19. January 2015, 19:22.
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| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 21. January 2015, 18:41 Post #7 |
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Kismet tenses, crouching, then leaps off of the platform and floats towards the figure, slowing as he nears. "A strange place for one to run into another," he states, floating slowly past in the null-G. "What brings you to this desolation?" |
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| SpasticReflex | Wednesday, 21. January 2015, 21:22 Post #8 |
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Soul fragmentation communication in non atmospheric environment... This was actually intriguing. Vasts did not know of many mortals that could achieve such a feet. It was impressive, but it was far more likely Vasts was looking at another immortal. It was no matter though. Most knew who Vasts was, and most of them had the sense to leave him to his tasks. The candidness and unfamiliar address made Vasts continue questioning the mortality of the slowly approaching being. More to the point as he drew closer, it was not knock off armour; rather highly customized combat armour. This observation was all but forced on him; a combatant using Conglomerate tech. As intriguing as this new person was he had a task; being immortal was no excuse to be rude or tardy. Vasts split his mind, Folding a secondary set of restrictions in his mind allowing him to multitask. "Things stranger have transpired in ages past." Analyze, memorize, catalog, compare, reanalyze, store both parts of his mind moved simultaneously. "Your armour, does the conglomerate finally own a real immortal?" Never waist time, for others may not have it to waist. |
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| Hjorthorn | Thursday, 22. January 2015, 09:52 Post #9 |
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"My armour? Conglomerate? Certainly not; I forged it myself," I reply, indignantly. Me? Purchase, let alone wield, somebody else's work? What a dishonour. "An easy mistake though, I'm sure. From what I've heard, few left in this age can recognise true craftsmanship when they see it; though then again I made this to blend in with the modern age, as opposed to walking about in my archaic form. And what of you? You have almost no armour yourself- a Keeper, I'd assume." Edited by Hjorthorn, Thursday, 22. January 2015, 09:54.
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| SpasticReflex | Thursday, 22. January 2015, 15:12 Post #10 |
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There was no atmosphere for the sound to travel, but the effect was the same; Vast doubled over in laughter. Not only was the statement ludicrous but it made the other seem very, very out of touch with the world. "No, Forger-no, I am nothing that complicated." Vasts continue to slowly migrate his way along the rocky surface of debris. He Folded as he walked, knitting himself as he moved. "And of you, if not Conglomerate than to whom do you answer?" |
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