Dark Age Legends

[Xorlak]

(Chapter 9 ends tomorrow!)

Still flying backwards, Draven clenched the outstretched fist.  Points of crimson light suddenly shattered the clouds above, revealing themselves to be great masses of fire.  The burning meteors pummeled ground-ward, one taking out the conglomeration of bullets, another the mechanical bird.  A circle 1,000 feet in radius around the three was hammered by the burning rocks, tearing craters into the earth and spewing flames into the vegetation.  Several struck the two Aspyes' shield, bouncing off and violently crashing into each other, sending vibrations through to the other side as the magical defense strained greatly.  For several moments it was a very intense hailstorm...

A larger one flew in-between the two Aspyes' line of sight with Draven, but when it passed, the Crimson Emperor was no where to be seen...

[Burton_projects]

//Well I guess i'll just post for nick anyway.\\

Nick reached back to the place where he came into hell. The next demon was no demon, but a spirit. The spirit of Calavous. " Brother what has happened to you?"

"I died." He said as he flew into Nick tranfering all of his energy and powers into him. Making Nick twice as powerful and twice as intelligent. He was faster and more cunning.

"Brother Noooo!" Nick said knelling on the floor. "I'm going to destroy all whom followed that man. The man that killed you!"

Nick got up and walked over a bit. He took out his swords and started to train for the inevitable...

//Hope there is an few year interlude.\\

[Trent]

"Well... Whatever you decide to do, please let us know. I'm tired. I'm gonna go find a place to stay. I'm sure you can find us." Zion gave a farewell nod and took off.
"I'm not gonna say anything meaningful, because it would just end up being the same thing he said. Anti-Climaxes, for the win!" A farewell nod from Xenai, and he's gone.
"If I have to hold on any longer, I'll fall off. Tsu, please take me somewhere to rest."
"I'm in agreement with her. Bye, Zeros'." He nods as well and takes off.

[Zeros']

Zeros' nodded and waved at the three, as they departed.

"I do wonder when this war will be over... Or if it will ever be over..." he murmured, as he seemed to lean back in the air, closing his eyes.

[Trent]

//4. What, have Aura and Tsu melded together? I'm not using fusions in this RP. Razz

[Burton_projects]

Cyan started to leave Bandervil as Frenier followed. " Get out of my life!" She yelled back. She went down the Platuae. He used her powers to lift a chunk of earth which she rode off to the south.

//Umm hows it gonna end?!?\\

[Xorlak]

The sun having set, and the thick clouds masking the stars, the only light emanated from the fires of the meteor shower as it dissapated...  Now on foot, Draven traveled through the darkness, silently enhancing his speed as much as was possible without giving away his position...

To be continued...

[Xorlak]

<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter 10</span>

The short lizard man rubbed the gem on the top of his wooden staff nervously, waiting for his lord to take notice.  The room was so dark.  Much darker than even his kind was used to...

Finally the black throne before him turned, pivoting smoothly as if on air.  The outline of the black armored Retan came into view as the seat turned to face the scaly prime minister of Mizar.  Retan leaned back in his seat, his attention finally turned away from the cloudy glowing orb in the center of the room.  The crimson eyes from under the helmet piercing...

"You may speak, Grav."

Grav sighed inwardly, for the past ten minutes had been an awkward silent wait.

"Thank you, my Lord...  I have personally come to report that the serum is nearly complete, and results will be presented to you as soon as possible..."

"Excellent.  Though, I don't care much for the wait..."

"Noted, my Lord.  We shall redouble our efforts..."

"Do that."

The chair slowly swiveled around.  Grav remained in his spot for a moment before turning and making his way towards the heavy black doors.

The two guard-lizards shut the doors and followed the prime minister down the misty torch-lit hallway.  One of them spoke in a whispering hiss.

"Are you sure that was wise?  We're not exactly ready..."

The smaller lizard struck him in the side of the head with his cane, nearly knocking the warrior lizard down.

"SSILENCE!  We shall be!"

[Dude Man]

Rink was sleeping on the branch of a tree. He woke up, and spotted Duilin, training, practicing swinging his mace and his fists, and tossing fireballs at rocks and trees. Rink, hopped off the tree and looked at Duilin. He could sense a large amount of guilt in him.

Duilin was feeling terribly guilty for turning on them; he felt like he didn?t serve the trust Rink and Zeros? gave him. He remembered what Zeros? once told him: embrace your demonic side but don?t forget your human side. Abodahon made Duilin focus too much on his demonic magic, so he is going to work on his neutral natural-human elemental magic. He may as well stick with the wind and fire elements as his skill in those are satisfactory already. However he is going to stop using dark magic altogether, he?s going clean from it. He already has his demonic side to worry about so he doesn?t need another evil teasing him from the inside.

"Duilin." Rink said in a greeting matter.

"Oh...hey." Duilin replied, he stopped practicing.

"You okay?" The imp asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine..." Duilin replied.

"Great, me too."

"Hey...listen. I just can't get over how sorry I am about earlier." Duilin turned around, and looked up. "I just can't believe how stupid I was..."

"Hey, man. Don't worry about it." The little imp said in a comforting way. He stepped next to Duilin, and turned his head up and looked at his friend.

Duilin looked forward. "Well, I should really, like I don't feel right anymore. Like I betrayed you guys, really I did, I don't deserve to be with you guys."

"Duilin, I've known you for five years, I know compared to my and Zeros' life time that ain't much but it's more then enough time to really get to know somebody. Now, I'm going to be honest with you, you're a very manipulative person, but that's because well, it's natural with demons. It's okay, just remember, to think for yourself. Remember that we're fighting for good guys here."

Duilin took the shard of metal with the Romme symbol on it, from his pant pocket, and flipped it in the air and caught it. He looked at once more before tucking it in his pocket.

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"God, it seems like I've been here for days, but it's barely even been a few hours." Marshal groaned, as he sat in his prison cell.

The small trap door opened up, and a hand with a scoop plopped down something that barely even looked editable. It looked like something in-between mashed potatoes and dirt.

He didn't eat since he was at that one revolutionary building yesterday so he took the tray and began to much the food like substance. It tasted exactly how it looked, but with a hint of stale added to it.

As Marshal ate his crappy food he thought of something. Perhaps he could escape by summoning up something, like with his own magic he could probably copy the aura of something without his amulet. Now if only he could remember some of the aura patterns. Yes, a gel, a very simple creature.

"Okay, let's see...yes..." Marshal batted his fingers about as if he was composing music in his head and writing the notes. Suddenly a blue spectre was cast from his hand and it formed into a small gel creature. Probably if he quickly repeated the pattern and put more magic energy into it, he could probably get a bigger one, yet he was tired and this monster would do just fine.

Now to wait for them to pick up his toilet bucket...

//My new Angel dude will come shortly.\\

[D. Ein]

"I slowly smiled, and drifted away from the man.

-"Excuse me for a second. I have some matters to attend to. Oh, and if you think of escaping, don't. I can see every move you make, no matter where you are." //btw. Spartan, when you get back, that's your dude I was talking to.\\

I floated up to the crumbled plateau. The dead were living again; their thoughts were pouring in, mixing with my mind. Interesting. The Nightshade?

Cult mechanics, social structure, clothing, poetry, blah, blah, blah. Boring. Are cults really that un-evil? Wait... there's something. Technology. What is this... "Gravity Vortex"...?

I quickly scanned over all the thoughts for mentions of this device. Indeed not many knew what it did or how it worked. The experience of some "Iron Wing", however, proves it most powerful. I had a number of my underlings get the mirrorlike orbs.

Suddenly, a message struck my mind. Looks like someone's using the M-Grid from Kandarin. It seemed to be one of my advisors.

-"Hail to thee, Marshal of Kandarinian Souvereignity, master of life and death, Lord of nature, our divine mona-"

-"Quit with the ass-kissing already. What is it?"

-"Lord, General Arvin deems it approperiate to use the Enigma machine. He is powering it up. You just need to give us the final word."

-"What the hell are you using that for? That thing gobbles up half of Sizri's arcane already, just by sitting there. We've never even tested it!"

-"Lord, I know, but-"
-"Oh, does it have something to do with that maggot I felt flying over there?"

-"Yes, Lord, I wouldn't-"

-"Activation denied. I'm coming. Warp."

As I angrily barked the last word, I realized I was talking out loud, whereas the M-Grid is used through the mind. Oh well, it's not like anyone saw me. The channel was closed, anyway.

I quickly deconstructed the rest of the living corpses, having all their memories in my own mind. Their body parts quickly reassembled into larger creatures, all winged or otherwise able to get across the ocean. We made our way back to the homeland."

--- --- ---

Horus was ripping through the woods like a knife through hot butter. Energy, energy... Energy is all he needed, and it was the one thing that he never had enough.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The enormous maul was more effective at clearing trees than a wildfire. If one wanted to find Horus, one would not find much difficulty in that. All he needs to do is follow a trail of destruction, topped off with some half-decayed bones...

Suddenly, the huge figure froze in place. The stone ears on a stone jackal-like head moved a little. Yes... a fresh aura, passing right over him. The entity's aura revealed her to be a young female, riding a rock propelled by telekinesis. // = Cyan\\ Aura... Telekinesis... Youth. These things meant that the Converter would be quite satisfied tonight.

Horus slowly lowered to his fours, freezing again as he reached his final position. An iris opened in his back, allowing a long purple rod with a black glass-like coil around it to rise through the opening. It made a faint click as it slid into position, following Cyan through the sky. Small black sparks began to jump between the coil and the rod.

Whoosh. A rather minute black lightning erupted from the inside of the coil, right in the space between the glass and the rod. The lightning was aimed dead at the stone Cyan was flying on. The cannon retreated back into Horus, the stone iris closing right after it.

--- --- ---

-"Damn! They've got Marshal."

Ein quickly morphed into a moth, and flew right after the group through the thick black fog. While on his way, he established a telepathic link with Tesla.

-"Hey, any news on Marshal?"

However, a powerful barrier seemed to be blocking that message. Wherever Tesla was last at, it's extraodrinarily magically powerful... and even scarier, most of that power was coming from a point, a single source. What could eminate so much energy?

[Trent]

Tsu and Aura entered an inn in some random city (())... Aura was in one of her casual outfits... A black sleeveless shirt and a long black skirt. The armor had been put away upstairs in her room. Zion and Xenai, who were sitting at a table, looked over. Xenai gave an upward nod and was the first to talk.

"How'd your little date go? God knows you two needed some relaxation."
"We didn't get any relaxation," said Tsu.
"Huh?"
"It was disasterous," said Aura.
"Yet amusing," added Tsu.
"You'll have to tell us about it," said Zion as the two walked over and sat with them at the table.
"Ugh... Some other time... The only thing that worked was going to sleep."
Xenai snickered, and the two immediately interrupted before he could get anything out. "No!"
"Fine! Bite my head off!"
"I will!" Aura tried to look menacing by making chomping motions, but with the Zerobi gone, she simply looked cute.

"Well... Nothing we can do except relax until Zeros' comes to get us," said Zion.
"Boring..." Xenai rolled his head.
"Don't have a choice, bud."
"Yeah, whatever."

[Burton_projects]

//Ahh a new chapter with new ideas....\\

The rock crumbled beneath Cyan and she fell to the ground....

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Nick still standing in hell training. Flinging the swords all around his body.
The night before he learned something he learned he was not his own being but an incarnation of a great demon his so called "Father". He only learned that at the point him and Calavous fused together. Nick stood in the same place doing the same thing. Like a lifeless body but a lively mind...

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Cyan hit the ground some of the impact was taking away with some telekinesis but wasn't enough....she died.  Calavous body resting at Bandervil now disapeared....

//About the Friener and the whole Fallongian npc group you guys can do what ever you want to them.\\

[Dude Man]

//Laus went into another demension back in Chapter 7 Trent.\\

The big burly prison guard, came over to Marshal's cell door, he opened up the trap door, and took out the toilet bucket. He looked inside, as he often does, for an unknown reason.

He noticed some sort of blue-ish gelatinous liquid inside. Before he could ask what Marshal eats, the gel jumped out of the bucket and grabbed the guards face.

The large man attempted to pull the small gel from his face, yet it kept a strong sucking grip onto him. Soon the gel began to crawl bits off it up his noise and began to suck out his brain.

The smaller guard noticed this and ran towards the big guy's aid. The large man fell to the ground, and the gel crawled away from him. The smaller man, looked at the big guy's concaved face.

Meanwhile the gel snatched the key from the big guard's belt and slides it into the keyhole (an monster of course does not have the intelligence to do this, but you must remember that Marshal can fully control the things he summons).

The door is kicked open and the small guard glares at Marshal. "Well, well looks like you don't need that silly sapphire in the first place!"

"Well, not really, but I don't feel like wasting my time explaining the logics of my magic to such a small man, with a small brain and probably some other small things as well."

The man growled in rage and then grabbed the hot iron that was fortunate enough to be in his reach. He jumps at Marshal and thrust the hot iron at Marshal wile he was reaching towards him. Marshal kicks the man; right before he reaches him, and he falls and hits the oven the iron pole was in.

As the guy lied down on the ground in pain, Marshal stomps his foot down on his chest, wile he walks by. He looks around the room. It was a small hallway, with two other cells yet the doors were open and the cells empty. There was a stair way to the left that likely lead to more rooms. On the wall in front of him, was a map of the place; it seemed to be a large prison tower. It had some basic information that this was a place were the held war criminals and prisoners of war.

"Interesting..." He said to himself. He then looked to his right, and what do you know, all his stuff was there, piled up. "God, you're as stupid as you are ugly." He said to man, groaning in pain. He picks up his armour plate chest and puts in on, and slips on his plate legs, puts on his badass gloves and boots, and grabs his summoning amulet and places it around his neck. He then grabs his belt with his supply of bullets and his machinegun.

He checks his gun, apparently they were messing around with his gun, trying to find out how the thing worked. It had a few scratches on it, and he noticed a few empty bullet cases were on the ground. He also noticed that his supplies of bullets were slightly less then they were before he was captured.

He then headed towards the staircase. However the man grabbed Marshal's ankle on his way past him. Marshal turned his head and looked at him. "You know, I was going to be nice and let you live...but."

Marshal pointed his gun and fired a bullet at his head. He noticed that the gun made a slightly different sound when he fired it, and it was smoking a bit more then it usually did. "What in the world? I think I'll need to get Tesla to get me a replacement..."

He then stepped down the stairs, looking more at what the fools did to his weapon.

[D. Ein]

Horus stood back up, and leaped over to Cyan's motionless corpse. Dead isn't as good as living... but it will do. He kicked the corpse, just to make sure she was dead.

She sure seemed dead to him. Horus picked the body up, opened his mouth and shoved the whole thing inside of him, pushing her right into the Converter.

Almost immediately he felt his power getting back to him... Yes... a strong one this one was. However, the Converter is ever so greedy, it will want more before it had its fill. Horus got back down on all fours and started galloping in the general direction of Bandervil.

[Trent]

//Fine. *Goes and retcons it.*