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| Hadrian | January 7, 2012, 2:00 pm Post #1 |
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(7000 years to the day, following Hadrian's leaving of the labyrinth. It was the longest period of peace as well as the longest period the Light was in control in the history of the realm. --- (Excerpt from the Chronicles of the Labyrinth) For well over 3000 years a Guardian of the Light reigned, not bound by balance or rules, satellites in orbit around the 3X Jupiter planet maintained observation and a base of power for the light. Great cities grew, magic and science worked hand in hand. From here in the nexus of countless realities operations by the Storm, Kiin, and Carthage lines branched out and provided stability for growing worlds, law to worlds without it, ending Tyrants, supporting those on the side of good, food supplies, building materials, and teaching both science and magical, both combat and peace. The operation itself grew and grew until much of the planet itself was a nexus of raw goods moving and flowing, economically it became the heart of Stryke Industries, Scientifically much of the Kiin line's work was brought to bare here. Hadrian had stepped away, some of his family remained but only a sparse aspect. Their part in this as always was varied by the crisis itself. Without any real crisis most of their line were else where. It is also important to note that the Storm line was never as prolific as the Kiin nor the Carthage lines. The power brought by these three lines held sway against the wishes of Balance's former Mistress. --- (Excerpt from "Theories on the Dead Zone") It is long established that when you "die" in the Labyrinth, in any part of the realm, you are not actually dead. At least not in the sense you would be anywhere else. Robert Kiin wrote a very interesting study on the subject. For time and those with little patience in metaphysical study, I will surmise here. Dying in the Labyrinth sends the person, body and all to a sub realm that to this date has been impossible to reach by any means other than dying in the realm. Once here imagine the realm we will call the "Dead Zone" for ease of discussion, as a flat plane cast on one side with light, the other with dark. The Mistress we dub Balance governs here. Should you be of the light side you will spawn on the dark shadow covered side. If your heart is black you will appear in the light. The distance you arrive from the center where light and shadow meet seems to depend on how "light" or "Dark" you are. The more you are the further from the line. While those of balance tend to appear very near, or almost on the line itself. Here is where the key point comes in. You MUST make it back across to your respective side, IE reach the line in the middle. Anything other than success is permanent death. No magic, no other force can return you to life. IF you die here, you are dead forever. Many powerful have attempted a way around this. There. Is. None. The path back is not simple. Flying is not allowed, no flight appears to work here, though some of the very most powerful teleporters have managed to teleport. For a price. (On this it appears that teleporting yourself also take any of the opposite faction with you that exist within several hundred yards. This is listed as one of the "Chaos Effects" and is covered more in-depth in other books.) The guardians of this realm. (With a little G) are not true Guardians. (With a big G). These are at best constructs or shadows of warriors, and others that did die here. These are confirmed not to be those that died here, but instead are some form of manifestation. It is never clear what or "who" will be there, or where ever you are. Just that you are not alone and time is not on your side. More will continue to appear, running is always better than combat. Even for the most powerful. The DZ here sometimes appears to reflect the location where you died with towers, rivers and forests, at other times it does not, many theories but no clear reason for this have been presented. A sub list on the side effects of making it to the line exist. Here is a small sampling. Again for full information read other text on the subject. Mutants: Tend to have little to no access to their power for several days following their return. Superhumans: Many have little effect, but some appear effected much like mutants. The most primary effect is intense nausea and head aches for several days. Immortals: Death in the Labyrinth, means loss of your quickening. When you return you have your knowledges, you have your skills, but your quickening is a new one, fresh as if you just died. The reason for this is written in Carthage's study on "Being dead and not staying that way." A single line from the 14 thousand page study covers the subject for our purposes. "You died, he or she took your head, they have your SH**, go get it back." Many very odd vendetta's have been waged over this. Vampires: When killed in the Labyrinth realm and returned via the Dead Zone Vampires are once again human for several days. This effect ends on the third night or day depending on their return. They die again and return to power. It is important to note that if they are killed while human and again make it back they are now in fact human, no longer vampire. Period. Werewolves: See Vampire Zombies: See Vampire (Also known as the only cure for Zombieism.) Fae: Like humans they suffer intense muscle pain, nausea and headaches for several days. Their magics though also tend to be very unreliable. Dragon Borne an other Magical Creatures: Their abilities tend to be muted, muscle cramps and fatigue. This like the rest last several days before fading. --- |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 12:41 pm Post #2 |
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Loosely translated from Exerpt 37 Roughly 4,000 Years after the Cataclysm. Pelgrin had founded his Kingdom in conjunction with the forces of Light once again inquiring control of the Labyrinth. In response to this, as it always does, the labyrinth shifted radically. The very walls and traps within were now allied against the Darkness, more heroes were summoned, and brought to the Castle, reinforcing the structure created the moment Pelgrin and his Knights of the Scarlet had ended Visna and her evil desires. Pelgrin's Empire lasted 400 years, one of the longest recorded periods of "peace" in the labyrinth. Peace considered as the forces of light in firm enough control that there was no on going war between the various sides of Darkness and Light. Pelgrin's descendent, known to history simply as "Lasher" succumbed to the dark whisperings of power. Balance had offered the young man power beyond his means, the price, the lives of his men. In the night the Young King stole into their rooms, using magic and sword play perfected by his teachers, he destroyed them and all that lived within the Castle within their sleep. There was no war that transitioned the power in the labyrinth realm this time, it was one man and his lust for power. This Balance was restored and the war returned........... |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 12:42 pm Post #3 |
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Excerpt 44 Roughly 4,800 Years after the Cataclysm The Tyrant King slain at the hands of his own daughter, Millanova the 5th child of Serpentis Ascended the thrown. Her reign was short lived. 4 hours after being crowned Empress of the 8 Kingdoms, was pushed down a flight of stairs and then thrown off the lower balcony by her cousin. Mediva Ishatay. Mediva would rule for 16 minutes before being cut down by his own guards, thus the light retaking the Labyrinth. In this short time period 3 full changes of light to dark occurred, 19 warriors heralding to both sides were killed by the changing landscape and 45 were summoned only to be cast back wince they came by the changing attitudes of the land. Hundreds of villagers and non-combatants died..... |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 12:43 pm Post #4 |
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Excerpt 47 Roughly 5,800 Years after the Cataclysm King and Queen Larry and Jill of the Labyrinth realm and all they "for-ce" come into power. Primarily thanks to a vacuum created by the utter destruction of all forces before them in a final desperate battle against one another. For a period of 11 weeks King Larry rules with an iron fist, creating a name for himself as one of the few kings to order the execution of anyone that arrives that does not speak with a southern "twang." His Queen would be the first to fall. Tripping on her own gown and falling to her death in the fire pits below. King Larry would decree that evil forces from the North had conspired to end his wife and order all his forces on a march to end the empire located there. Larry and his forced died in the snow, their bodies were never found..... |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 12:46 pm Post #5 |
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Excerpt 58 Roughly 7,000 Years after the Cataclysm 3 Daughters would be born to the current Monarchy of the Labyrinth. As is the case with most, they were not a family born here, their parents had been brought, with much of the Kingdom they once ruled to this land, through blood and effort had conquered it, then brought stable order to the land. Balance and Darkness could not have been more displeased. To answer this Balance called on a bloodline that it had called on many times in the past, true to form, a creature simply known as Ishatay answered, kidnapping one child, killing another, and tainting the last. Ariana would remain with her family, never knowing that her sister Lake had been stolen. Magic hid the memories from all, so well that when Rain, her brother given the family Surname simply as his name came into being all thought he was only the second born child of the family. As with all stories in the labyrinth, the following years were one's of struggle, a struggle that the family lost, dead and gone, only the two siblings remained, both would travel from the land and eventually forget their childhoods here. Only to be drawn back 20 years later. During this time in the land several family names would come into the histories of the land. Rain Storm Kiin Murry Wilson MoonShadow Hawke Monroe Ishatay Chaos There were of course others, hundreds of other names and lines that at any other point would have been heroes of legend and renown, but during this singular time in the realm, more warriors, heroes, mutants, mages, combatants, monsters and creatures that would be or had been considered legendary rose than at any other. Over shadowing so many others, warring, and for the first time questioning the very nature of the labyrinth itself. Questioning why it existed, what purpose did it serve, and who controlled it. Two in particular, Kiin and Storm would take the battle from the chess board that was the labyrinth to those behind the game. Learning the secrets of the realm, and killing the original creators of the same. Balance ever the servant of the Elder Council found itself cut loose. Taking the form of a dead hero she walked the land, learning from a new stand point, learning and watching, searching out the other former servants, the mortal enemies of Light and Dark..... |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 12:52 pm Post #6 |
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Excerpt 71 Roughly 12,000 Years after the Cataclysm The usurpers were gone. The Kingdoms in ruins, the cities dead, the Labyrinth once again theirs. Though careful manipulation Balance had played Light and Darkness against one another, using them to play brother against brother, Mother against child, all until the Self-Appointed Guardians were dead, all until the the rules that had been imposed, the forced control by the so called Forces of Light were broken. Ten's of millions died in the wars that followed, entire civilizations razed, no order, no law, neither side holding sway, just utter chaos. Balance. In the years that followed several new groups would return to the land, a few survivors would unit old banners, new came, old went, some died, some prospered, it was the way things used to be. Balance was pleased........ |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 1:05 pm Post #7 |
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With three thousand years of expansion and order behind them, the decedents of the Kiin and Carthage lines continued their ever onward march. Spreading through galaxies and realities, magic and technology behind them. The Carthage near indestructibility, married with the Kiin were-cat blood ended more conflict than it started. They started conflict on many occasions. Balance stood from afar, disgusted and powerless to attend to the matters before her. There was simply nothing she could do to alter Lights complete and utter control of the Labyrinth. The two clans in control with all of their science and magic and power were allied with Light. Darkness and Balance stood no chance as things currently moved. Unless. Light if described would be seen as a Paladin. It lacks reason. There is good, and there is evil, and everything else is just clouding the way. Of all three of them Light was that hardest to actually even communicate with. Hating darkness and disgusted with Balance for her entire point of not taking a side and staying there. The actions the Kiin line took to bring peace, often meant great deals of war and conflict, little by little Balance whispered to Light, pointing out the actions that were not so...Noble. Not so...Heroic. Every side has good, bad and those in the middle mixed in. No Army can have just one within. A reasonable person would know this. Light being neither a person nor reasonable soon began acting against it's own side. Kiin and Carthage. Neither group was even aware of a Powerful Entity, the former Hand of the Elder Council. The initial attacks were on out laying worlds, realms and conflicts. The systems of Gates used to get back and forth by them, allowed Light to do the same. With each attack, with each death at it's hands, life force and energy became absorbed, more and more "guardians." (Little g) came under Lights side. Before they could even understand they were under attack from within their own borders, it was almost to late.... Edited by Hadrian, January 8, 2012, 1:07 pm.
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 1:22 pm Post #8 |
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Roughly a thousand years into the "Chaos War" Also dubbed the "War of Balance". Roughly 4,500 years following Hadrian's leaving the Labyrinth. With Light now fighting fully against the Kiin and Carthage forces, who were in turn fully allied against them. Darkness fully engaged as well as Balance. All three former Hands of the Elder Council gaining power with each fallen enemy before them, power and more energy to mold and sculpt into their own guardians. (Minor G again. Think Constructs and monsters, servants and creatures. Not a true Guardian with a Big G.) The enemies of the Kiin line, not entirely satisfied with the were-cat form of peace, which meant good living but you were entirely theirs, many began revolts, many more revolts were spurred by Darkness and Balance. Bit by bit the massive Empire began to crumble. When weakness is seen, enemies that had been waiting, move in. Fighting on multiple fronts, (it is important to note they were fighting on fronts that had not been designed to be fronts in the first place, the better wording would be attempting to fight rearguard actions in thousands of places at once.) The two Clans had to make a decision. For the Carthage line, this was but one of many large operations. True it was the largest at the time, but not the only operation they had. The whole "Peace Keeper" thing had always been Hadrian and Kiin's thing. Stryke whom was both the start of the line and still alive arrived to find the situation in earnest. For him the decision was simple. All the machine servants, and bio-designed creatures and humanoids that made up the military force of the Carthage line simply ceased to be in a solid state, broke down into what would best be described as a virus state and nearly non solid, using technology only his line had carried and not shared they "bleed" out of reality and into a dormant state for when Stryke wanted to recall them elsewhere, or even else-when. "If they want Chaos, Panic, and Disorder, I'm fine with that." Many forgot that Stryke while allied with the Kiin and Storm lines, was neither human nor shared the same moral institutes. He simply took all his things, his buildings, his imported soil for farming and everything else his Company had placed in these worlds, the Space-stations, the everything. All of it had a "Bleed" switch or teleport options. He took it and left. His little red ball with him and went home. They had made a profit, years of peace had been given, and he saw no point in loosing all of those resources to idiots and warmongers. Kiin included in that. This left a shattered infrastructure and no hope of holding, anywhere. The Kiin forces ever war like, pulled back to the Labyrinth, closing and disabling all the remaining gates, releasing terrible weapons through many before doing so. Then prepared to make a stand against the Chaos Forces. Their plan simple. They would handle the revolution here. End the Elder Council's Hands, and any thing else that remained of the former group, and then start over. Retake each world, each realm, one by one... Edited by Hadrian, January 8, 2012, 1:26 pm.
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 1:38 pm Post #9 |
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An end to the "Chaos War." The Kiin forces, some were-cat, mostly conscripts began warring directly against the forces that opposed them. By now armies of truly frightening scale stood before them. 3 of them. Darkness, Light, and Balance. This would be the only time all three have been allied in the realm. The grandson of Tsang, son of Robert had no real idea what he faced. Ignoring Robert's advice to pull out and simply destroy the planet, the entire system if need be to make the point, Brei pushed his conscripts at the forces of Darkness, magical servants and Dragons summoned by the were-kine call at the Light, and his on were forces at Balance. They killed dozens for each Cat that went down, the Dragons more so, even the Conscripts took 2-3 for each that died. What Brei could not understand was that each of his forces that died only fueled the other side. Much like fighting a zombie war. The problem was compounded by it was not just a fresh soldier you faced, the death energy also fueled the Hands, more power, meant more to use against Brei's forces. The fighting intense and brutal lasted weeks without breaking, weeks without end. Blood and death washed over the entire realm before it was said and done. Both sides sweeping back and forth much to the detriment of everything. When Brei's head finally lay at Darkness's feet, with all the forces allied against them dead to the last warrior, Balance, Darkness and Light looked over a realm that was theirs. Tsang arrived to retrieve the body of his grandson, both Darkness and Light moved to intercept him, Balance though choose mercy in this moment of victory and allowed him to leave with his grandson's corpse. Or perhaps she understood the greater ramifications of drawing in Robert or the rest of the Noble line of the were-cats. This had been but one faction, one that had acted without protection or benefit of the rest of the clan. Or perhaps it was something else entirely... |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 7:48 pm Post #10 |
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In the years that followed several factions formed. In one way or another the factions were allied with Balance, Darkness or Light. Even the independent factions seemed to fit into one of the three forms. Even if they did not openly serve the the former Hands. Of these the larger factions are listed as follows. The Sisters of the Light. Also known simply as "Sisters". Imagine an all women group that focused on martial prowess, magic that increases martial prowess, wears all White Leather form fitting outfits that make you think of a Dominatrix until they quote philosophy, show off the most fruitful gardens on the realm, and then beat the crap out of you. Their order is intensely matriarchal, any men within their compound walls are servants, slaves or worse. Outside the walls they may be polite if distant to men, depending on the circumstances. Their order teaches the wars of the past were because of the Kiin and Carthage lines. The Hand. They are part of the Sisters but almost a different order entirely. If the Sisters can be reasoned with to a degree, teach peace and learning though combat skills, the Hand teach violence and control. Through any means necessary. When there is a problem that diplomacy cannot solve or simply an obstacle in the way of the Sisters the Hand are those that are sent. Their armor is black instead of white, like the Sisters their Elites are outlined in Red through the uniform. The Brotherhood of Shadow. Also known as Shadows. While the Sisters are more monk like save for their views on men, keeping to themselves and to some extent protectors of the ream. The Brotherhood is actually made up of men and women, though more men than women, they are killers, assassins and thieves. Their goals are death of those they are contracted to kill and nothing more. Though counted on the side of Evil, they are actually closer to neutral than most would imagine. Their powers tend to lend towards magic and shadows but they accept anyone skilled in the ways of death. The Emerald Dawn. This is the sole place of learning in the realm. A college of sorts where good, evil and in between can pass, there is no fighting here, the rules and the powers that govern the high Emerald walls surrounding the three Emerald Towers are statement to this. Here the sole Storm that remained through all of the chaos resides as both teacher and mentor. She is the oldest living thing in the realm not allied to a side intermixed with the former Hands, and allowed to be simply for the fact that she remains within the walls of the complex, on leaving on rare occasion. She had no part in the Chaos War and is seen by many as an oddity or a throw back to previous times. The Emerald Palace is a Sanctuary for all. The Scarlet Crusade. Not from this world, they are an entirely human grouping who came to be a presence several hundred years before. In this time they have established themselves as killers of anything non human. Period. Which side they are on tends to be on which side can give them the most benefit. Oddly enough they have prospered with this manner of loyalty thus far. While "only human" they have powerful casters and members and are not to be underestimated. Their leadership style is that of which one might find in a true Kingdom. It is important to note that recently several humanoid races have been accepted into the Crusade. They are reasoned to be humans just from a different reality, hence why skin or hair color might be unusual from a baseline human. The Labyrinth itself. There are forces, constructs, and guardians(again little G) that are neither good nor evil, have nothing to do with balance. They exist within the labyrinth and may hinder or aid you. |
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| Hadrian | January 8, 2012, 11:03 pm Post #11 |
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Recent Factions, less than a hundred years or a single Cycle around the Sun the Labyrinth Realm/Planet circles, exist. There are the Fae, also known as Fairy Fire, a large sect of Fae isolated into the labyrinth. They are both Seelie and Unseelie and loosely organized around a woman known as the "Fall Princess." She is the daughter of a Seelie and an Unseelie, fully aware she was born for the single fact of providing a unifying figure among the Sidhe. You may run into any number or sides or personalities still when dealing with the Fae. While they are organized under a common protection, they are still very divided in many ways. The Sidhe while loosely organized have an effective control area larger than any other group. It is important to note that control in the Labyrinth is all but impossible, but there are roaming patrols and periodic scans via magic and scrying in their territory and around the Fall Palace. The seat of their power at the edge of the Barrens. The Dragon minions. Near the Black Swamp, the lair of Krall, many undead and powerful black creatures are found. It is considered best to avoid this entire area. Scattered through out the entirety of the labyrinth are small villages, and hamlets. The races, and organizations you encounter vary. Depending on the size it may not even be there days after you visited it and left to return. |
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| Hadrian | January 9, 2012, 12:24 pm Post #12 |
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Rinn rolled through the series of explosions, some of the energy hitting him, some doing damage, some healing the damage as his body converted the energy into fuel. Behind him someone with a fetish for rocket launchers and buying them in bulk enjoyed what had to be his 30th barrage of the area Rinn and the others were in. It would have been nice to be able to take to the air but they could not risk the missiles hitting anywhere other than right where they were. In the middle of a city, one that seemed chock full of people that had rather watch than run away like intelligent people, well, by standers could easily become casualties. With Bastion still pushing at them from Europe they could just not risk it. Nor would they have done so otherwise. "Trea, Gardner, Place, distractions, Spindle get me up there!" Others were else where in the city, fighting to retake it from the Purifiers. It was funny, they were here to save the city from the scourge of superhumans and mutants, hundreds were dead already and the day was young. Spindle gave a smile and a nod, cast is hands forward as blue swirling energy formed a portal and hands reached out, grabbed Rinn and deposited out the other side of the portal. Behind Hodge's buddy with the rocket launcher. A few years ago Rinn would have brought him down without kicking the power armored monster off the roof. Now, well Mr. Power armor better hope he had good shock absorption or he was going to have the armor wearing him. This concern shifted though almost instantly. The world fell around him, or was he falling through the world, lights, and patterns, energy his powers could not recognize, and then a very solid "THUD" onto unforgiving stone walls. Something decided he could not stay on top of the wall and whapped him off with invisible force. A 40 feet fall with the wind already knocked out of him was about as pleasant as it sounded, darkness came to his eyes and Rinn lay there balanced against the green-gray stone.... "ello.....hello, are you dead? Human, get up, if you want to live, get up, they are coming...." Who was taking to him....everything sounded like it was coming through a gale wind. "Run, leave him, we can't carry him, run!" People were talking to him, what were they....who's coming? "Wait....what.." Pain in his chest, bringing clarity sharp enough that eyes focused. Elven armor, golden and gilded. "Spies and Liars are not welcome, you saw the signs, yet you came here anyway. You must have wished for this human. I am therefore happy to oblige you." The elf known simply as General Lainel twisted the magical sword through the young human ending him and moved on with his sweep of the Fae territory. While some Fae might actually stop to talk with the riff-raff from outside, he and his patrols would not. The last thing Rinn saw was the elf in armor walking away.... --- Eyes opened, sharp, body willing, he was dead, Rinn knew this, but he was not. "Ooooook, that's just odd." Strange shadows rolled around him, things lurked and and laughed near him. "Fresh meat." Something spoke stepping up ahead of him. Large, 12 feet tall. "Its a troll...a shadow troll...ok, not good." "Eat you..." "No no no..." |
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| Chaotic | January 9, 2012, 4:03 pm Post #13 |
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Butane sparked to life with a click of the lighter, and she gasped in an intake of air as flame hit paper. Her eyes stayed fixated on Nathan, daring him to stop her, and when the smoke hit her throat and entered her lungs, she tried her best to hold back a cough. Stubborn green eyes full of rebellion watered with the effort, transforming her wanted appearance of disdain into a comical frantic blinking contest. Tears rolled down her face and she let out a barrage of lung shattering coughs that made her sixteen year old frame shake with a sound that lungs 40 years older and way more abused could describe. The sudden whack to the back of her head didn’t help; it did cause the cigarette to fall from her fingers to land in the pond however as the hand holding it went to rub frantically at the fresh pain. He watched her green eyes look up at him and held back a laugh. It was Tania 2.0 in all her former glory. One look and he was suddenly transported from their rickety camp beside a crumbling stone wall, to a Parisian café watching an 18 year old girl try to run from her body guards. Did any of his genes make it through he wondered again…… Then his gaze went to the now ruined cigarette and all amusement vanished. “Smoking.” His hands swept back his long caramel hair in exasperation, eyes fixated on the white stick seen through the crystal clear water, resting comfortably on the bottom. He twitched slightly and then looked back at his antagonist, watching her stand and head back over to the tent. The skinny jeans, torn in a few places, were plastered to her ass in a way that no sixteen year old should know and the way she sashayed her hips made him shoot a glare towards Nathan. The boy was simply ignoring them both because, like his father, he was smart. She didn’t get far before he teleported her back. “Smoking.” Her arms crossed her breast and he twitched again, not wanting to think about the fact she had breasts at all. That wasn’t right. Impertinence fell on her face like a best friend coming back to visit and she pouted her lips out, rolled her eyes, and gave him that smug look that accomplished nothing but driving his need to slap her into overdrive. “And?” “And? AND?????” He grabbed the now empty pack of cigarettes on the stump she had vacated and threw it down beside her. “One, that was my last damn cigarette. Two, you’re sixteen. Three, that was my last damn cigarette!!!!” “You already mentioned that,” Nathan said quietly, a slight tone of amusement in his voice but when a look was shot his way, he was still merrily sharpening his sword. “Yeah, I’ll get to you in a minute. You should have been watching her!!!!” The boy shrugged. “Yeah, I was smoking….” “Coughing up a lung more like it,” Nathan said again, garnering look from them both, simply to shrug again, this time the amusement on his face a little more prevalent. “As I was saying, yeah, I was smoking. Look around. Does it look like we’re in Kansas anymore daddy dear? What are you going to do about it? Ground me?” Ryan clenched his fist and she looked at him smugly, daring him to give in, but if anything, parenthood had taught him restraint. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath……. For a shallow pond, she made a pretty decent sploosh as she landed in the center after about a 3 foot drop. He took a seat by Nathan and kicked a dead log out of the way, head falling into his hands as she sputtered in rage and splashed her way back to the shore. She didn’t have to say a word; he got her thoughts quite clearly, their mental link suddenly fully back intact. Yeah yeah yeah….. he was a bad father, blah blah blah, she wanted to go home, yack yack yack there was no way she shared his genetic code, he was a bastard pig of a …… On that note he looked up at her to see her leaving the edge of the water, soaking wet, clothes that he had already considered too tight now plastered to her frame in a translucent second skin. His face turned beat red and he snatched off his coat, throwing it to her as he looked over to Nathan, preparing to….. The boy was back to sharpening his sword, a smile on his face and if he had snuck a glance, Ryan couldn’t tell. She grabbed the covering and put it on, taking a seat as far away from either of them as she could, her knees pulling up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. The pout on her lips was once more reminiscent of her mother. She started shivering and he held back a smile to calmly ask her to get closer to the fire. Her response was one middle finger and a back turn. “Your cousin is a spoiled brat.” Nathan shrugged an act that was starting to acutely annoy the piss out of Ryan. “Spoiled brat? Do you know what I am missing right now? Do you jackass?” She turned back to him in a huff and threw the lighter so that it landed between his booted feet. “The prom! No, not just the prom, I’m missing Derek!!!!!” “What? That prep? The one with the hair? Isn’t he 18?” She glared at him. “Oh knock it off dad. Its two years and mom was okay with it!” “OF COURSE SHE WAS CONSIDERING WHAT SHE WAS DOING AT YOUR AGE!!!!’ She stood up. “Oh, you can’t even possibly understand. You don’t even know me!!” He met her in the middle. “Know you? I changed your diapers. I read to you at night. And no daughter of mine is going to tramp around at senior proms with preppy rich boys that only want one thing!” “Oh? Okay. Dad. So it’s okay for you to “tramp” around and leave your “daughter” at home alone every weekend you had her?” “I happen to be a grown man and you weren’t alone. Your cousins were there.” “Oh sure. Great babysitter’s dad. I learned more about picking locks and explosives than reading and writing!” “And yet you still managed to turn out well enough to think you can talk to your father like this!!’ “What? Going to drop me in the pond again….. Go ahead. I’ll…………….” Something dark flew over them and Ryan didn’t hesitate to even take a breath, knocking her to the ground and rolling over to look above……… And then promptly tried not to shit himself. “So, uncle Ryan, when you said you thought you knew where we were at, did that include dragons?” He shot Nathan a glare and pulled Arina to her feet. “I think we’ve wasted enough time trying to get over this damn wall. Reenie, run.” But Arina’s feet stayed planted as she stared dumbstruck at the monster turning to make another pass. See, that was impossible, even in a world with mutants, and fey, and superpowers. Dragons did not exist. Im….poss….ible. And while she pondered plausibility, the dragon pondered their tastiness, and Nathan pondered what part to stick his sword in first……… Ryan leaned against the wall that a moment before had been solid and….. Well, he didn’t know, he kept falling. And falling….. And falling….. And finally with a sick thud, snap, break, he hit something, save he was already dead before it registered. |
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| Chaotic | January 10, 2012, 4:04 pm Post #14 |
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Nathan had two choices. One, he could jump after Ryan. Why the man didn’t have sense enough or forethought to teleport himself mid-fall, he’d question later. Ryan was down a very deep hole that moments ago had not been there and Nathan could only hope the snapping he heard was every bone but the neck. Secondly, he could attempt to fight the beast that was currently making a beeline for his cousin, who was still staring at it calmly in shell shock. He often forgot Reenie was the odd one of the family; she had no gifts and for the most part was helpless, unless her opponent could be taken down by nail polish or hairspray. That was a dragon, and while the multiverse had a great many different kinds of dragons and dragon species, he was positive that wasn’t the “I just want to be friends” type. Unless it’s kinds greeting of hello included lots of razor sharp pointy teeth. Yeah, he didn’t think so either. Eh, he decided on option C. He had his sword sheathed and his cousin on the ground in seconds, right before she became lunch and/or got the worst greeting of her young life. Claws raked across his back, but he gritted his teeth and bore it, asking himself for the umpteenth time how the h*ll he had gotten in this predicament. Sure thing mom, I’ll go help uncle Ryan. Why not? It’s not like Ryan got himself into trouble more often than not. Burning paid aside, he knew they didn’t have time for his cousin to adjust to the fact that big bad scary monsters did in fact exist. Tania had kept her sheltered and Ryan, well, Ryan was Ryan. His idea of fatherhood included smoking a few cigars, getting drunk off brandy, and teaching his daughter how to con people. Surprisingly, Reenie was pretty damn good at it, but Nathan was quite sure this dragon was not going to be conned. Now he could stand and put up a pretty good fight and may even bag his first, but Reenie was nothing but cannon fodder and once her head got right, she was going to become panicked cannon fodder. It was best to run and strangely enough Ryan had been useful for one thing; he found a way into the walled city. Albeit, a long dark, hard way. Ryan never did anything easy. He rolled to his feet and snatched Arina to hers. She was coming too and he recognized the signs of panic swimming on her face quite well; he’d seen them before in several situations. He didn’t waste time arguing with her, threw her over his shoulder and made a beeline for the hole Ryan had discovered. Their trip down was going to be a little more organized. He hoped. Personally, he hated going into situations blindly. His father had taught him better, but he hadn’t exactly had time to look at this from all angles. Options were limited; hole or dragon. “Reenie, whatever happens, you don’t let go of me okay?” “It’s a dragon, oh my god, it’s a dragon……” She said in panicked huff. “Yes, yes it is. Now hold on tight.” And she did, tighter than needed and tighter than he liked, but….. He knelt, grabbed hold of a vine, tested it, hoped it was sturdy enough, and swung over the side. For some reason, he wasn’t surprised it didn’t hold. They fell, Reenies screams suddenly at war with the dragon’s roars of fury. Great, she could panic all she wanted; he had to stop them from joining Ryan’s fate and that was going to hurt. He reached out and grabbed another vine, feeling his arm snap out of joint in a rush of fiery pain that widened his eyes and let loose a string of cursing. The sudden jolt bounced Arina off his back, but at least she had sense enough to grab onto something; his foot. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. “Arina, you’re going to have to grab that vine and climb down.” “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to die.” Nathan took a deep breath. “Arina, grab the vine.” They slid a few more feet before he summoned enough strength to hold them steady, but her weight was pulling his leg out of socket, not to mention his ankle was on fire, and while matching pairs were nice, he didn’t want it. “Now!” Her grip tightened and for a moment he considered shaking her off, but no, she was his cousin and he wasn’t that type of man no matter what his instincts said. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, “Arina, grab the vine or I’m going to have to let go.” When she didn’t budge, he swung a bit towards it. “Grab it.” She tentatively touched it and he shook again, causing her to grab on with her entire body as if the vine was bundle of wires and she its cover. He took a deep breath to adjust to the pain, will it to a separate part of his mind and shimmied down. At her eye level he gave her weak smile of white teeth, that came out as a grimace of pain and anger. She recoiled but held on tight. He looked down. The hole was glowing. Whatever providence had opened it up to start with had also closed it. The light was around them and as he looked down it got stronger towards the bottom. Considering that was the direction they were heading, he took this as a good thing, because, well, if it was a bad thing, they were in more trouble than he thought. As it was, if his arm hadn’t been on fire, he would have been content to hang there a bit more, but…… “Okay, pretend this is the rope in gym and your own your way down.” She looked at him and then glanced down, fresh tears pouring out of her eyes. “You are crazy.” “No, I’m trying to save our lives. Reenie, this is easy, shimmy down.” “Why are the walls glowing?” “I don’t know, but look, we have to go down. Up is bad and down is….. well it has to be better than this. Now shimmy.” “Where is my dad,” she asked shakily. “Down there. We’re going to him.” He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and briefly wondered how she could possibly be of any relation to him. But that was being harsh. She was simply a normal girl, sheltered and kept from anything his parents put him through. While annoying as that was……. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Come on, we’ll be okay. We’ll take it slow.” She started to go down and he couldn’t help but smile as he heard her whispered bitching as she did so. Ryan thought his daughter had little in common; truth was they were more alike than he could possibly know. Closer to the bottom, he expected to see a body, but he was beginning to realize, Ryan wasn’t there. That was disconcerting, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. A step away he reached out and stopped Arina, making a gesture with his finger for her to be quiet. At least Ryan had taught her that and she nodded. He gestured for her to stay, put his hand on his weapon, and tentatively thudded down. There was a nice Ryan sized hole………but there was no Ryan. The ground was dirt and the walls were stone, the same stone from on the surface save down here, they were slicker and moldy. A soft yellow light pulsated from their middle growing stronger as he neared and dimmer as he moved away. He squatted, hand still on his weapon, and studied Ryan’s entry point. It didn’t take him long to find the drag marks. He motioned to Reenie to come down and the thudding squish of her sneakers told him she complied. Straightening, he pulled out a gun and handed it to her. His voice dropped to just above a whisper. “Don’t have any extra ammo, only use if you have too.” Then he paused. “You do know how right?” “Yes.” “Stay close, but stay behind me, hold onto my coat.” She nodded and he turned to follow the trail…. |
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| Chaotic | January 26, 2012, 10:52 am Post #15 |
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Ryan had woken up from death at this point in his life about 550 times. That was 550 different times he had been killed, 550 times he’d closed his eyes to face darkness, and 550 times he’d woken up to lord knew what strange weird scenario life could meet him with after being gone for hours to weeks at a time. In 550 times, he’d never once woken up to being eaten. That…… this was a total first. At least he had gotten to the point that he woke up faster. In the beginning, he would have been out weeks from that fall. Now? An hour or two tops. But an hour or two tops was still, well, an hour or two tops, apparently enough time for Orc boy here to find him, BBQ him and scarf down a good bit of him in a tasty, fairly and strangely nice smelling meal. He watched the creature through mostly closed lids cook, well him, over a large fire and listened to it hum softly……thankfully. The sound was as close to kittens and chalkboard as a sound could possibly get too and if it was any louder, he would politely ask Orc boy to kill him again. He was thankful that Orcs did not like brains. There was that. The most amusing thing was….. his shirt was still on, just with a large hole on the side. Was that where his spleen was? WHAT THE F*CK!!! HE WAS BEING EATEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The surrealness of the situation was then very quick to dissipate and he no longer really cared about being sneaky. There came a point in a man’s life when subtlety went out the window and he became in touch with his inner rage and released all his demons. In this case…… He teleported his belongings to him, reached for the pistol, and….. froze. The metal was twisted, dented in, and…..useless. Orcs apparently didn’t understand the point of firearms. Why couldn’t he have been lucky and the gun had gone off or something…. Nonetheless his quick movements brought attention to the beast who haphazardly turned to him in a slow mo way that under any other circumstance would have brought Ryan to his knees laughing. He had the look of “who dun it” on his face along with a sad slow eyed expression of vapid intelligence. For what seemed like hours, the Orc stared at him, first in surprise then in strange curiosity, perplexed that its meal had seemingly “woke” up. Ryan almost expected to see disappointment and rage, but……. The Orc scratched his head and looked back to the spit of roasting Ryan his expression comical under different circumstances and then back to Ryan. Spit, Ryan, spit, Ryan…….. It went on for a good 2 minutes all the while Ryan considered his options. Gun was out of play….. Orc was pretty close, so he’d have to do a super fast draw on his sword….. He could teleport the thing, but where? Last he checked…. Oh wait. Arina. Fuck. Tania was going to kill him. For real this time…….. And maybe even Ria and Brandon too. True true, Nathan was Ash’s, but really in that family, it didn’t bloody matter. He let loose a long sigh and flopped back down, bringing up one knee and flinging his arm over his eyes. “Okay, look, give me a minute. I just woke up to being eaten. I need a moment and then we can fight to the death or what not,” he muttered to the Orc, holding up one shaking finger. “Also, my daughter is now lost somewhere or hell, knowing my luck, dragon food. Yeah, she’s a spoiled brat like her mom, but still, my daughter. Being digested by a dragon is not fun. I know, although I didn’t wake up being digested that time just in the pile of vomit. Apparently I taste bad to dragons, who knew, right? I don’t know, do I taste good?” He peeked at the Orc who was still rubbing his chin thoughtfully and if it wasn’t for the dumb written in the irises of grey, Ryan would have compared him to the Thinking Man. He wasn’t really expecting an intelligent reply to his rant, in fact, he was expecting to be dead again…… “Krug was sure food was dead. Krug confused.” And then the orc, Krug he assumed, stood, an impressive 8 feet, and loomed over him, poking him with a fat grey finger before he had a chance to move. Convinced that his meal was in fact alive, Krug sat back down and went back to Thinking Man, seemingly absentmindedly pulling roasted Ryan from the spit to…… gnaw upon as he contemplated life and death and the complexities of immortality from the mind of a retarded chimp. Ryan twitched, a visible shiver making his body dance, and sat up. “Do you really have to do that now?” Krug looked at him and followed his gaze to the meat. Ryan had often heard the expression, “like a light bulb coming on”, but never imagined he’d see it in real life so viscerally. Krug’s dimwitted expression literally brightened and he grinned. “Krug is sorry for bad manners. Would food like to eat?” He was sure his face was going green. It felt like it was going green. His stomach was definitely going green. “No, no I would not like to eat, but, um, thank you.” Krug simply grinned and finished him off, belching happily after doing so and making Ryan swallow what little was in his stomach that had come up to his mouth. The Orc then simply looked at him as if studying a masterpiece painting before saying rather insightfully, “If food is not dead, Krug suppose he can not eat it anymore. That makes Krug said.” This followed by an expression of sadness and then a shrug, as if Krug had just accepted this fact instantaneously. Nothing but a thang dog…… I’ll find food elsewhere…. Is what that shrug and following look said. Ryan sat up and backed away, until his back was pressed against the moist wall. As his torn shirt soaked up the moisture, he watched Krug reach over to a bag, wondering if the Orc had decided to make his food dead again and already decided that while he couldn’t draw the sword quick enough, he could teleport it to his hand out of the scabbard. But Krug didn’t pull out a weapon, unless he was planning on strangling Ryan with lute strings. Krug then seemingly forgot Ryan was there at all and began to play a little after dinner music. In hindsight, Ryan realized that yes, yes indeed Krug had pulled out a weapon. |
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| Chaotic | February 3, 2012, 3:54 pm Post #16 |
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Ryan’s drag tracks ended abruptly into a large stone wall, the very same stone wall that was herding them in the first place. Now, Nathan was fairly intelligent and even in strange mystical places, he was quite positive things didn’t just go through walls without some kind of explanation or resistance. He was also an adept tracker, probably one of the best in existence save for his father, and he knew when tracks didn’t meet resistance and when things seemingly just appeared over them; like a wall. “F*cking stone walls,” he mumbled. His cousin paused behind him and he turned to watch her rub her arms as if cold, the level of worry in her pretty green eyes unfathomable. She was also far from stupid, but unlike the rest of her family, she had never been in a situation where one phone call couldn’t have made everything better. Arina was just not equipped to deal with this and while annoyed at her mother and even Ryan for allowing that to be, Nathan could do nothing about it but accept it. His older sister could have easily handled her with a soothing tone or voice, his brother Aaron would have probably killed her by now for dragging him down, and his youngest sibling would have likely been right there with her, bawling her eyes out in some silly female crying hour. Breanna however was still ten; she had an excuse. He leaned his head against the stone and took a deep breath. “Okay, it’s obvious something here wanted us separated. The question that remains is why.” “Is my dad…… really really dead this time,” he heard her whisper as she joined his side. “Because….. what if the last thing I ever said to him..” “Ryan is pretty damn resourceful and if someone did have his head Reenie, we’d know. Even with walls that have feet, we’d know.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “We need to get back to the surface. If Ryan is smart, and considering he hasn’t downed any liquor recently so he should be, he’ll head that way.” He straightened and eyed their choices; left or right. Not the least bit surprised the way they came was also blocked off now, he was rather happy with a simple choice. Checking his weapons, the gun with one bullet, the sword, and the boot knife, he looked over his cousin who was now dry and ridiculous in her father’s oversized trench coat. She was scared, that he could tell, but she also sported a petulant look that was more common than not on her face. If she wasn’t his cousin, he would have found Arina attractive. She had that cold Russian look her mother possessed and model envious body. As it was, she was family and the only stirrings he felt for her were those of a brotherly protector. Right now, that feeling was strong. She pulled the jacket around her tighter as she too eyed their decision. “Alright then, boyscout, which way?” Nathan smiled. “Well, we could go with the hand I favor, but I am ambidextrous.” At that, he turned left and waited for her to catch up, listening to her grumbling of annoyance. They’d gone no more than 20 feet before she stopped and bluntly said, “I have to pee.” He turned to her and raised a brow. “Okay, well, I’m pretty sure there aren’t any gas stations around. Drop down and pee.” Her face turned red and eyes shot daggers. “Excuse me?” He just looked at her. It was comical really, the way her face then scrunched up, desperation in her jade depths, as her eyes pleaded with him. “Really Nate, I have to pee.” “Really Arina, what can I do about it?” She made a sound of frustration, her pleading look turning to anger. “I’m not going to pee in front of you!!!” He rolled his eyes. “Well, what do you suggest princess? This isn’t the Ritz!” He turned his back to her, trying not to both chuckle and give in to frustration. “How’s this?” “You can hear me.” “Oh, like I haven’t heard the sound of piss before. Reenie, hurry it up.” “Walk up a bit or something. I can’t pee with you there. It’s…… Just go.” “Yeah, and leave you alone? Sunshine, really, look around. Do you see what happens when we split up?” “I can’t pee with you there and it hurts.” He heard her whimper. “Nate please, just move up a bit. 5 feet. That’s all and cover your ears.” “You are the most pretentious spoiled brat, but fine.” And against his better judgment he gave in. And then he waited. 2 minutes later he turned and found the wall where Arina should have been. |
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| Chaotic | February 7, 2012, 11:45 am Post #17 |
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Good sex was like a drug; easy to get addicted too, an increased lack of desire to quit, and the end results were often unpredictable. In this case, a bouncing baby girl with Rhiannon’s jade gaze, Tania’s platinum hair, and his penchant for getting into trouble. Sleeping with Tania was always a bad idea. He had always known this. All good drugs were bad ideas after the fact, but that had never really stopped him from experimenting with them. People changed, they grew older, and mistakes in the past could be overlooked for moments of happiness in the future. Between the two of them, there had been a lot of mistakes on both parts, many of which he would not overlook and move past; would not, could not, it was simply as it was. But the more someone is told they can’t have something, the more they want it and the more they want it the more mistakes can easily be overlooked for a single moment’s instant fix. When that fix is over and the glittery veil of disillusion is removed, every addict is simply left with the dull mistake filled shell that they fought so hard to banish. In his case, he was left with bitterly cold ex wife that had somehow gotten pregnant from another of his many mistakes in life. Arina wasn’t his first child, she wasn’t going to be his last, but he was quite positive she was the most annoying. Tania had given birth late in life; by late in life she was easily pushing 120. The medical marvels of the world he’d left and revisited numerous times had kept her relatively youthful looking and her female machine running somewhat smoothly. Reenie was her only child in the only time stream she could remember and the girl became her “everything.” Ryan personally had never pegged the bitch as the motherly type considering how she had treated Persephone, but people could change. Boy could they ever…… Split custody. That was a first for him and considering he had been told fatherhood was impossible thanks to his genetic flaws, he wasn’t going to bank on surprises anymore. Aiden his first brat had been raised by Rose and other than their occasional attempt to kill each other, he rarely saw him. Leila, his second brat, had hunted him down on her eighteenth to politely ask him for money which he politely refused to give and then she politely killed him. Sweet wasn’t she? He didn’t even remember her mother…… His third child he had yet to meet, only knew his name was Cole and considering the other two, preferred to keep it that way. When Tania suggested split custody, he thought, you know why not. Maybe if he actually helped this time they wouldn’t have a vendetta against his ass. Now Tania should have just known from the get go their parenting styles were going to be different. Ryan didn’t remember his childhood much; his brain had been killed and memories wiped and rewrote so many times he wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t. His idea of child rearing consisted of making sure they were fed clothed, mostly dry, and a decent roof over their head. Everything else would take care of itself, especially when their mutant powers manifested. Now, not a single one of his kids had not possessed some form of ability, one even inherited his immortality, so both he and Tania had expected Reenie to be no different. He couldn’t deny he had been apprehensive, knowing his families penchant for world changing abilities. Arina however went through childhood never showing an iota of a gift……not a single one. For all intense purposes, she was fully human. While that would have likely pissed a few off in the mutant world, it came as a great relief to him. Why? Odds were she wouldn’t try to kill him. Of course, things didn’t always work out that easily. Truth to be told, Reenie did have a power, a subtle one that at face value sounded amazingly useful, but in practicality, not so much. She was psionically invisible. That meant her mind was virtually a stone wall, impenetrable, she couldn’t be affected by telekinesis, fancy psionic weapons, she couldn’t be scryed or her future foreseen……. Invisible. Except…..by…….. him. Like Ria, Ryan had a connection straight into her mind and one thing a father to a teenage girl didn’t need, was a mental link to her thoughts. He knew why she wanted to go to the prom with Derek even though she was still a sophomore. He knew what she had been planning. He knew she’d given it a lot of thought, which under other circumstances he would have been proud of. He knew she thought herself fully ready and old enough to enjoy the fruits of adulthood and all he wanted to do since was lock her in the basement and beat that right out of her. He had once told Selena that there were very bad men out there, men that took advantage, and girls like Reenie and girl’s like Selena, were grade A prime steak. He knew. He was one such man. Now, he couldn’t keep her locked and boarded up for eternity, but he wanted her to wait, wanted her to enjoy being a kid. If that meant making her miss the senior prom, then so be it. He’d purposefully planned a trip to keep her far from home that weekend and then inadvertently ended up here. Wherever here was……… Now? Nathan walked into view, alone and try as he might, Ryan could find no Reenie, the mental connection completely closed. Worry built a sick pit in his stomach as he looked to the Orc who was scratching his balls lazily, a silly stupid grin on his strangely attractive face. “Krug, don’t ever have children. It’s not worth it.” |
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| Hadrian | February 7, 2012, 3:15 pm Post #18 |
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"Do you expect me to talk? No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die." --- Rinn jumped back and pointed one hand forward while the other tucked against and then pointed left. Energy pulsed out completely and utterly destroying the thing before him, the thing that had been lurking in the shadows to leap at the unsuspecting Kyne was vaporized by the second blast. "Do you think I'm stupid, that's combat one O one." The young prince snapped, turned and pushed both hands together, feeling better than he had in a long time, fully charged and released a pulse that both cast alight and then a flame with destruction an area the size of a football stadium. Doing something like that usually really drained him. Oddly this time around it did not. No time to question, Rinn turned, more were coming and cast several globes of crimson energy in their varied directions and then released a second pulse as large as the first in the opposite direction of the last one. The globes detonating in many pulse waves overshadowed by the pure pulse that wiped out a shadow dragon. "Wow..." Rinn was rarely impressed with himself, but right now it was like he was super charged and the whole issue of being dead was not as concerning as the fact he was just charged with pure ****ing awesome right now!!! A tiny smirk creased the right corner of his lips, his eyes drew just ever so slightly closed, for the first time he felt like his dad, like the others, like StarBreaker, part of him said run, but the rest, the Kyne in him said something else. "Bring it." And they did...... --- An hour or so later it was getting ridiculous, he had killed a bunches bunch of bunches and they still kept coming and it seemed with each group he dealt with, there were almost instantly ten times that as before. What had been fun to start with had quickly become the ultimate exercise in survival, he was a constant blur of whirling death and still being overwhelmed... --- 5 minutes later he was near the line where light shown, he felt pulled there and to be honest there was less awful in that direction. "SomebodytoldyouIwascomingIgetitIdobutI'mnotthekindapersontthatlikesall thisattentionhowaboutwejuststopthisnonesensebeforesomeonegetskilled waittolatetolatebunchesofyouaredeadItakeitnoI'msorrywillmakeitoknopedidntthinkso." The energy pulse Rinn released at high speed cratered the area, this was something that doing would have all but killed him, it also bought him several precious seconds to hit the ground rolling, why he could not fly he had no idea, but he had super speed and that was very useful at crossing the line into the light just ahead of even more bunches than the bunches he had already dealt with. He was sweating, breathing heavy and no idea why. Then a flash and laying on his back somewhere else in the labyrinth, the first thing he did was vomit and try and figure out what kinda crazy dream he had just had. The second was check out the stab wound that was healed but clearly he had bled out and yes he had been dead. That elf had killed him... Rinn was officially annoyed. The elves had just become his hobby......... Of course then he threw up again and decided hobbies could wait a few minutes... |
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