Dark Age Legends

[Zeros']

"Yes, holy crap!" he says loudly, easily catching up with the faster moving Duilin. "The planet is already being strained enough as it is with all this war going on... And last time, Retan's MDAA was interrupted. He couldn't complete the spell. We have to stop him before he gets a chance to do anything!" he exclaims.

Truthfully, he didn't know how much more strain the planet could hold... Gaian had already been through so much... Islands falls and lands and plates being re-shapen and destroyed. Even rare plant and animal life had been wiped out...

And, he didn't know what kind of power an uninterrupted MDAA would cause... The interrupted one wiped out Romme...

"Imagine what destruction an uninterrupted one could cause... The first one destroyed the large continent of Romme..." Zeros' shutters in mid-air, just thinking about the possibilites of the MDAA...

// Sorry about my short last post. It was 2:30 AM in the morning. Heh. \\

[Trent]

Zion stopped, immobilized in fear. "R-r-r-r..."
"What the fuck are you babbling about?"
"RETAN!"
"Yeah, the dipshit's dead. What about him?"
"That 'dipshit' is back!"
"Oh, hell."
Tsu frowned... Why's it feel like Aura had something to do with this?

"You know what we're gonna do."
"Oh, hell yes."

The two turned and took off toward Retan and Jayce. Tsu's eyes widened. He hesitated for a bit, then followed.

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She took out her hairpin and tossed it. The disc appeared. "Call me crazy, but I'm going to follow them. I don't exactly know why yet... But I want to. Will you come too?"

[Xorlak]

(Romme is more of a medium sized island than a large continent.  Heh...)

Retan and Jayce strode into the largest cabin door in the center of the ship.  The hallways were long and dark, but crimson torches ignited along the walls as the two walked past.  Two large oak doors opened under their own power, revealing a large dimly lit room with a central table and a black throne.  

They entered... walking past a corpse of a fallen hero...

Retan took his seat, and Jayce stood at his right, already beginning to look bored.

"Let us asses the situation."

Retan spoke as a large clouded glass ball descended from the ceiling and stopped an inch above the cenral table.  Dark clouds seemed to turn within the glass like a storm.  The first image to appear was that of an ongoing battle.  Images of the key players flashed one by one.  Haraludur was the first.

Retan sighed, touching the tips of his fingers together as he relaxed on his throne.

"It is as I have expected."

"What?  Who is that?  He looks familiar..."

"My weapons have been improperly merged, the attached souls set free and combined.  An unfortunate waste..."

Jayce folded his arms.  He didn't really understand, but he didn't really care.  More images of the battle of Ugran flashed.

Retan scowled at this.

"Ungrateful humans.  I leave them be for a few years and they wreck what I have so graciously built for them.  Look at what they have done to the Dark Continent."

"I really don't understand why you continue to put up with such an inferior race.  They do nothing but war with each other and stab us in the back every chance they get.  This whole mess is the humans' fault in the first place... I would eradicate them..."

"Firstly my son, I did not ask for your opinion of the humans, which you ceaselessly repeat again and again.  Secondly, as I have said before, the generous ruler that I am, I will allow any who pledge their complete loyalty to me to continue to exist.  That includes humans."

"..."

"However, I am now considering that humans are a degenerate species and unfit of rule...  Either way, punishment is an order..."

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Vincent cleared a large spread of pine trees.  He had never rode his flying device this far before and hoped it would last the entire distance...

Not too much farther, though...

----

The Crimson soldiers of Redvik peered through small slitted windows hidden at the base of the complex.  It was like a nightmare.  Their fallen comrades, killed citizens, even wyverns had risen from the dead and menacingly walked around the outside and upper reaches of the crumbling fortress.

There were less than a thousand men underground, many of them lower grade alchemists and technicians.  Best to wait this out, as a battle with the 8,000 strong undead would likely end in disaster.

They huddled around, trying to be as quiet as possible.

[Burton_projects]

Nicks Watched the dead soliders and the dying ones.

"My comrade" said a general from the grey army.
"What! What is it? Asked Nick
"Retan" Said Gerneral Krios
"What about Retan?" Asked Nick
"He's...He's...Ba..." The General replied as he became still and silent, no sound no nothing Just a vast area of nothing.
Nick Stared at the general looking as if he was tearing but he was not.
Rain started pouring down like the was no tomorrow.
Nick put his sword into the ground, with blood dripping down from the blade mixing with the rain.
"This life is not cut out for me we have to win this war" said Nick talking to himself.
He started to think about the past. "I swear i will be the one to destoy The Dark Empire and all who stand against me" Nick was yelling at the top of his lungs so even the island of Romme could hear.


*Xorlax are you on Crimson or Grey or Dark or whatever* *And who else is on Crimson so i know whos on my team*

[D. Ein]

//Burton, everyone has a few different characters. Players are usually not just on the one team. You could specify which character you have in mind?\\

Steorra flew a bit closer to Vincent.
-"Excuse my asking, but... Where exactly are we going?

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The undead finished rearming. Everyone... everything now had nice new shiny tools of death. However, the revival was not yet over. Ancient creatures were now escaping the ground. Incomplete dragon carcasses, wyverns, among other things one dared not describe. Kronos seemed to be at work - old skeletons disassembled themselves, rearranged, added a few new bones forming a new monstrocity. The army grew in power...

[TK Game Boy]

(//ACK! My weakness: Too much reading.)

He reached the end of the forest once more. He scrounged around. He didn't want to take the armor because he had no use for it but weapons was a must. He took swords and shields as well as helmets. Quadricentennial collects helmets from around as a hobby when he leaves the forest. He then hears the sounds of a man coming. It was the wounded man from before.

"What is this? He stands? But I barely healed him." He looked straight at the soldier. "Who be thee that thine see's?" asked Quadricentennial.

"I...I...must return...to...URGH!" he plopped to the floor.

"That dumbkof." exclaimed Quadricentennial. Suddenly the ground started shaking. An earthquake or so it apears. "ARGH! The ground. It shakes violently. At this time?" He grabbed on to a tree and held. The ground shook and it broke open. It wasn't a giant opening but as if it was the end of it. "What is this?" He looked ahead and saw that the hole was getting bigger in the castle ahead. "One logical being is that a massive beast arose from the ground. What sorcerry is this? This could affect Campaign. I must investigate." The soldier groaned with pain. "Bufoon." said Quadricentennial. "You should of stayed put where you were. Why'd you follow me?". The soldier stared at him.

"I...I...fear...the dark." said the soldier.

"What's this nonesense?" asked Quadricentennial. "Afraid of the dark? A man of your caliber? You are weak. Why do you fight if you fear the dark, which your armor seems to bare the tone." (//I dunno which soldier wears black armor or if there is an army with black armored soldiers so if there isn't, I'll make something up.)

"I...I...obey only one." the soldier exclaimed.

"Whom?" asked Quadricentennial.

The man did not reply. He just layed there.

"Dead or dead tire?" He checked for vital signs. "Dead tired. What a loof. I should just let you to die, but Peking will not allow it." He grabbed the soldier and rested him under a nice big tree with apples. "Rest here. Food will drop when you need it." He went back to Campaign and grabbed his bow and his newly found sword, though he did not need it for his glove and feet were enough of blades for him. "I shall go to that castle and see what the matter is but I shall mercy no one if the occasion comes when battle is unavoidable." He readied himself and headed towards the castle.

(//I wrote all this without knowing anything about what's going on. I dunno whose with whom or what. I hope the DAL wiki is ready enough for me to know whose who and what's what cuz frankly I want to get into some action while knowing what's going on.)

[Xorlak]

(Nick, you're mixing up what's going on.  If there are wounded Grey soldiers around, then you are at the battle of Ugran, which is taking place in the eastern Dark Continent.  The island of Romme is serveral hundred miles away.

There are three factions fighting for control of the Dark Continent:  The Grey Empire vs.  The Crimson Empire vs. The Aspyes.  The Dark Empire has been gone for five years (it actually turned into the Crimson Empire), but with Retan back, it looks like that may change.  Check out <a href='http://darkagegames.net/dalpedia' target='_blank'>DALpedia</a> for articles on some of those.  You'll probably want to edit your post a bit.  (You're not doing a bad job of RP-ing, though!)

TKBG:  Soliders of the Dark Empire wear black, and therefore the Crimson Empire as well, since there was little modification in their armor design.  I think black is the color of one of Haraldur's factions as well.

You're doing just fine.  Your character is near Ugran as well, and there definitely should be castles around.  Heh...)

[D. Ein]

//Xorguy, I believe Aspyes' colours are black and red, but red mostly\\

[Burton_projects]

*thats what i said in beginning i thought i was getting mixed up*

Nick felt a teriable pain from the insideout like he was being ripped apart.
This blue vortex appered around him,and he was trasported to a dark place.
"Well well well look what the bas---- brought in" said a dark voice.
"Who the hell are you" asked Nick.
"Just an old friend" replied the voice.
"No not you not again" said Nick "Not Drakke"(guy i just made up)
"Yess!" replied Drakke in a hissing voice that struck fear in Nicks eyes.

Drakke came out of the shadows and towered Nick.
"I will kill you said Drakke i wont spare you like last time" said Drakke
Drakke had vines comming out from his robe."How do you like my thorn sword?"asked Drakke."It sucks" said Nick. Drakke Charged toward Nick and swung the sword Nick got hit by a torn slashing a cut from his cheek to his brow.

*what battle is going on in Romme?*

[Dude Man]

//No battle is going on in Romme, not yet anyways. I recommend you don't have any of your characters go there. And what is a torn sword? Do you mean thorn?\\

"Em-De-Aye-Aye?" Rink asked.

"Mega-Death Annihilation Attack." Duilin replied. "It's probably the strongest magic attack known to man, demon or draken. Remember that attack that Draven did to kill that huge dragon? That's nothing..."

"Wow..." Rink said in astonishment. "Well, speed up!" Rink held on tighter to Zeros' arm.

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The ogre then took its shape.

"Excellent." Marshal said. He then pointed to some trees, and the ogre walked over and began cutting them down with his large axe.

"I hope Ein hurries up with that machine." He mumbled.

[Zeros']

Allen nodded and seemed to collect himself. His old master was back... And so were all the former Dark Empire's master... He knew this wouldn't end...

He hopped on the disc with Aura and waited...

---

Zeros' nodded and flapped his wings once, before putting on a burst of speed. The sounds barrier was broken, with a shockwave reverberating behind him.

"We won't rush headstrung into this battle..." he said, not going towards Retan and Jayce, but towards where Zion and his crew were located. "We need to go get Zion, Xenai and Tsu... I'm sure they'll help us."

[TK Game Boy]

Upon the trail, corpses and blood were splattered about. The road was being covered with decaying bodies and birds pecking them. "Disgusting." exclaimed Quadricentennial. "So much death and torment." He then saw a dead soldier with a fancy helmet. "Very pretty. Will be a nice addition." He took the helmet and put it into his bag. He continued on the road to the castle ahead.

(//Just so you guys know, I'm taking it slow right now to figure out where exactly Quadricentennial is heading towards)

[Xorlak]

As if it were possible, the dark throne room inside the Great Black Vessel somehow grew darker.  There was a mist about the floor, but a very different one from the mist outside...

"Meh heh heh..."

Jayce's eyes shifted back and forth, unable to detect the source of the laugh.  He drew the massive scimitar at his back, swinging it to his right side.  The blade cut cleanly through the floor that he rested it on.

Retan did nothing.

The mist began to congeal before the two.

"I have come bearing news, Sigma and Tau..."

The translucent image of a decrepit old man formed, burdened by heavy black armor, hunched over and leaning heavily on a red tipped staff.  It was Alpha Retan...

The Dark Emperor Sigma Retan brought his right hand to his chin.

"Hmm, it is you.  The one that appears in my dreams."

"Yes, your ancestor...  before I was trapped, but was freed during your absence.  Though I will not be able to take physical form again for 995 years..."

Jayce raised an eyebrow.

Sigma Retan sat back in his throne.

"Bare your message quickly.  You will find I have even less patience when I am awake..."

Alpha Retan smiled his crooked yellow smile.

"With your presence, our victory is ensured.  Melkoth's turn to rule has come.  You must aid him in building the Grey Empire in every way possible, my descendant.  As his knight, the forces of Haraldur will crumble at your feet.  With your combined strength, all who oppose you will perish.  The Grey Empire will dominate the entire--"

"That is enough."

The Dark Emperor Retan rose from his seat.  A blue flame suddenly appeared around Alpha Retan, engulfing his body.

"Wha--!  What is happening?!"

Sigma Retan took a step forward, his eyes burning a crimson red under his helmet.

"For half a century you incessantly plague my dreams with your incoherent prophecies and blatherings.  And then you have the gall to appear before my presence and order me to submit to one other than myself..."

The blue flame burst into a crimson red, and a burning hole appeared underneath the specter Alpha Retan.

"NO!  YOU MUST--!!"

"You are but a ghost.  A memory from a lost age.  Bother me no more."

The Dark Emperor snapped his fingers and a great suction came from the hole, swallowing up the specter as he screamed.  The hole snapped shut, replaced with the solid floor of the ship.  The scream echoed down the hallways, then all was silent...

[Haraldur]

//Xorlak, exactly what relation does Sigma Retan have to Alpha Retans and Melkoth's project: Haraldur etc.?

I wonder what his reaction will be to finding out that is ancestor's ally has returned.

The Aspyes colours are those of Anarchism: black and red, mostly.//

Melkoth thought... hmmm... has Alpha Retan returned or one of his descendents? I will find out.

"Vincent, I have an urgent matter I need to attend to. I am going to go to Romme. I am sure you can do well by yourelf."

He left.

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Quintus arrives at Bandervil.

"Hi Abodahon. Do you know what that strange aura signature is? It seems familiar, but I am starting to lose memory in my old age."

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Tesla vapourised the spikes in a lightning strike.

Haraldur sensed the return of a Retan family member, Sigma. Rage filled him.

"Nestor, Nikola, and Buenaventura, stay here and deal with this filth, I know you are capable. I will go and fight the return of the Retans to Gaian. When you have finished with these bastards, follow my aura signal and aid me."

They quickly nodded before commencing their attacks:

Tesla shot two of the ten people with his plasma rifle, wounding one in th leg and vapouring the other's head. Makhno charge through the air with his horse and cut off two of their heads with his sabre. Durruti threw two fireballs into the fray.

Haraldur sped towards Romme, a bowwave of air appearring around him as his speed increased. Ripples could be seen in his aura. He would kill the Retans, and then he would kill the bastards who brought them back.

His appearance seemed to wobble, and Ragnar became the dominant outside image of the Gestalt, with his black hair glistening with lightning.

[Dude Man]

"Yeah, I agree." Duilin replied

"I assume they sensed the aura as well." Rink commented. "Hopefully we'll meet up with them on the way."

----

Abodahon nods as Quintus arrives.

"The signature you can feel is the aura of Sigma Retan, the descendent of Alpha Retan." Abodahon answered. "I know of this, because my son Duilin has met this Sigma Retan. My connection is extremely strong with my son, thanks to some of the powers Melkoth has given me."

"I'm sending my agent over there to collect some information. I believe Melkoth may be going there himself."