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« Reply #4875 on: December 26, 2006, 09:11:35 PM »
?Alex, I hope you know what you?re doing,? Midna said, floating alongside the armored rebel.

?He?s had this coming,? Alex replied coldly.

Somehow, it had started raining. Strangely, the clouds grouped around the citadel only, leaving the rest of the city untouched. Raindrops pattered and bounced off Alex?s smooth outer shell. Thunder echoed through the ominous skies, and lightning illuminated the landscape, causing Alex to appear as a dark silhouette when the bolts played through the clouds. An ill wind was blowing.

?At least they were nice enough to leave the door open,? Midna muttered, noticing the citadel?s primary drawbridge was lowered, and the portcullis raised. Alex heard the clattering of equipment and shuffling feet behind him. When he turned around, he laid eyes on an expansive legion of rebels, following him.

Sergeant Sven of the Asgarnian Guard stepped forward. ?Alex, we want you to know that we?ve got your back. This is your city, too. It?s about time we got it back.?

?Thank you, Sven. That means a lot.?

?I understand you have some unfinished business with the current ruler, Damien Roth. You go on ahead. I?ll lead the teams to attack the weapon.?

?Did you ever find out what it was for?? Alex asked.

?Unfortunately, yes. They?ve converted the emitter systems to project a huge wave of Borderworld energy. We?ve observed the energy levels in this system, and we?ve measured them to be at least ten times as powerful as the initial shield spire explosion. If this weapon is activated, a fifty-mile radius will be saturated in Borderworld energy. The dimensional instability of this weapon is unimaginable. If it doesn?t wipe Asgarnia off the map, it would forever lock it into the Borderworld.?

Upon hearing this, Alex?s blood ran cold. The thought of the city he and his allies had fought so hard to protect being annihilated was too much. The emitter had to be stopped.

?You have your objective, Sergeant,? Alex ordered.

Sven turned to his vast ranks and addressed them,

?Listen up. We?re about to make a last-ditch attack directly on the Kandarinian citadel. Hopefully our vast numbers will be enough to overwhelm them. It is important that you all understand that some of you may not survive this. Should this be the case, the citizens of Asgarnia, and those of Terian, greatly appreciate your sacrifice. Should you survive, you?ll be rewarded with a prize greater than any medal. Now, who?s with me?!?

The ranks cheered thunderously, rivaling that of the thunder booming above.

?Prepare yourselves,? Sven continued, ?for this is our judgment day!?



A soldier reported to Damien.

?Sir, the rebels are preparing to attack!?

?I see. Lieutenant, gather your men. Do whatever you can to repulse them. Protect the Borderworld emitter at all costs. And should you see a black-armored rebel, hold your fire.?

?Sir??

?I want to have the pleasure of destroying him myself.?

?Yes SIR!?

The Kandie lieutenant reached his platoon.

?Listen up, men! The rebels are coming! PREPARE YOURSELVES!?



?ATTACK!!!? cried Sven, motioning the ranks forward.

The massive army flooded over the immense bridge connecting good and evil. In a thunderous wave the wrought iron gates of the citadel warped and bent out of shape, finally rocketing off their chains. Almost immediately Kandies and rebels engaged each other indiscriminately. Soon bodies on both sides began dropping, surviving soldiers paying them no mind. The crackling of energy weapons and the whooshing and ringing of spearguns and shotguns filled the air with a deafening cacophony. Through the smoke and blood, Alex had managed to force himself into a side passage, which lead directly to the shield chamber.

?This isn?t a war, it?s a slaughter!? Midna cried as Alex roadie-ran through the tight catacombs.

?It should be right up ahead,? Alex called as he bashed down a grate, revealing the massive emitter some twenty meters across an enormous chasm between it and the catwalk Alex was standing on. Even here, the rebels coursed through the doors and windows like leaking high-pressure pipes, erasing any Kandies they could find.

?So what do we do?? Midna asked as a rebel fell to his death immediately in front of Alex, making a sickening sound of shattered bones. Nothing could be done to help him.

?Sven said we had to overcharge the weapon,? Alex replied. ?The surplus magic energy would cause it to shut down.?

?But how do we do that? Your magic abilities are locked!?

?The energy rifles emit a small amount of magical energy with each discharge, we?ll have to use it.?

High-tension cables launched onto the emitter, and soon rebels rappelled from the ceiling and affixed themselves to the weapon?s armored hide. One rebel knocked an access plate off, the resulting gush of heat causing him to lose his grip and fall. The opened port revealed a blinding magical furnace deep within the weapon?s core. Huge plumes of dark smoke choked from vents on the side of the massive cylindrical weapon and its spherical center. A voice came over the citadel?s klaxon.

?Attention. Borderworld emitter is now charging. Eight minutes until firing.?

Alex now had to work quickly. In eight minutes Asgarnia would be wiped from the face of Gaian unless he did something. A rebel ran up to him.

?Sir! You?ll have to board the weapon in order to disable it! Here, take my clawshots and grapple your way to the weapon?s core! Hurry, you don?t have much--?

A spear rocketed through his skull before he could finish. Bleeding and lifeless, his body slumped over the guardrails and plummeted.

Alex shouldered his rifle and slid a clawshot onto each hand. A clawshot was a mechanical device that could shoot a chain out at high speed with a grappling claw on the end. It would then retract and pull Alex to whatever he shot at, providing the claw could get a solid grip.

?Hey, there he is!? a Kandie screamed as he spotted Alex.

?Alex, are you sure you can do this?? Midna asked.

?Not at all,? he replied as he cocked the clawshot and fired onto one of the handholds on the weapon?s core.

The Kandie?s spear just missing his boot, Alex was yanked hard across thin air, towards the weapon. Upon arrival, Alex clamped to the weapon?s ball-shaped core and detached the clawshot. Carefully gripping the handholds, he began to shimmy his way around to one of the weapon?s primary exhaust vents.

An off-angle spear nicked the back of his armor, causing him to lose balance. He reached for one of his clawshots and fired directly onto the grated surface of the emitter?s exhaust vents. He pulled with all of his might, and the vent tore off, sparks flying. Regaining his equilibrium, Alex reached for his rifle and brought it to bear directly into the glaring furnace within. Alex pumped a few bolts into the furnace until a white-hot jet of flame rocketed out of the vent, slightly damaging the rifle?s barrel guard. There where two more vents. But could his rifle stand up the repeated exposure to plumes of fire hotter than the sun?

It would have to, as another rebel clamped to the core soon found a spear impale him through his midsection, falling to his death. His rifle?s strap, however, had become caught around a handhold.

Not taking any chances, Alex set his rifle to overload and hurled it away from him, landing on a catwalk below. The rifle detonated, eliminating a squad of Kandies and knocking the catwalk off the wall. Alex reached for the new rifle and continued climbing. He reached up with his clawshot and ripped open the second vent. The infinitely hot gases and flames churned within, drawing ever closer to doomsday.

?Attention,? the klaxon rang out, ?Three minutes until firing.?

At the rate Alex was going, he would not be able to stop the weapon in time. He had to speed things up. He pulled his new rifle up and fired in. The weapon?s core belched white smoke for a second before launching out another flare, destroying further components.

Alex had not drawn his hands back in time, and his bound wrists are subject to the intense heat. The anti-magic binders exploded off his wrists in a shower of metallic shards. He pulled his hands back and inspected them. Once again he felt his meager magic energies return. In the thrust of the flare, Alex had been hurled from the core, his rifle falling down to the growing pile of bodies below. Alex pulled his clawshot and grabbed onto the final vent. He rocketed back up to the core and hung on. He had no weapon this time to destroy the final vent, and so he would have to rely on his own power to sabotage it.

?Attention. One minute until firing.?

Sixty precious seconds and counting. Alex quickly scrambled up and ripped the final vent from its hinges. He looked deep into the fading core that was losing power, but still was powerful enough to destroy the city.

?You don?t have long!? Midna cried. ?Hurry, before the weapon fires!?

Forty-five seconds.

Alex brought his hands up and began charging the largest fireball he could muster. A Kandie rappelled down behind him, preparing to finish him, only to be cut down by a rebel on the opposite catwalk.

Thirty seconds.

The fireball grew larger and larger, as Alex reached his hands deep into the core?s final vent. The energy within was gathering to fire.

Twenty seconds.

The citadel began to shake noticeably as an enormous set of blast doors at the top of the shield chamber, nearly two hundred meters above, slid open, and the weapon itself began to rise.

Ten seconds.

?HURRY!? Midna hollered over the deafening roar as Asgarnia?s ruined cityscape soon came into view thousands of feet below.

Five seconds.

In a wordless holler of force, Alex thrust his hands as hard as he could, the magical energies coursing deep into the core, charring it horribly. Pipes burst. Cables snapped. A final jet of flame erupted from all vents on the weapon?s spherical core, including the one Alex was in front of. He gripped his hands onto whatever surface he could as the emitter went into its death throes, and finally shut down. The raging fire subsided, the steam from the pipes stopped gushing.

One second. That was once the time until doomsday. Alex?s intervention had prevented the city?s Armageddon. The chamber stood in silence for a few moments. Both Kandie and rebel alike stood in awe of the cataclysm that had been averted.

All Alex could do was dangle hundreds of feet above death. He finally found it in him to reach for his clawshot and grapple back to the main catwalk system.

Suddenly, both the Kandies and rebels noticed that the fray had stopped. Without so much as a word between either side, the titanic battle continued once more. Alex silently opened the double doors leading up to Damien?s balcony and passed.

Midna was speechless. She had just witnessed one solitary being halt the destruction of millions. ?Alex, I??

Her words were cut short as two Kandies cracked Alex over the head with the butts of their weapons. Midna was also forced to the ground by a third Kandie.

?Damien said he wanted to see the Insurgent, right?? one Kandie asked another.

?Orders are orders,? he said.

Saying nothing more, the soldiers dragged the rebel and imp up to the throne room of the tyrannical ruler, Damien Roth.
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« Reply #4876 on: December 26, 2006, 11:27:52 PM »
Duilin really didn't seem to notice Renard's rudeness for not paying for him, he was too busy being ticked off at the innkeeper. Plus he's never expected somebody to be kind enough to pay for a room for him, since most people that are kind to him tend to be poor or mysterious rouges, like Zeros'. Now that he thought of it, Zeros' actually would qualify as poor, but it's not like the guy needed money. Crazy immortals. Duilin shook his head to get out of thought and then went up stairs.

"Thanks, that innkeeper wouldn't except my coins." Duilin replied, sitting on the bed. He opened his coin pouch and took out one of the coins. It wasn't nearly as big as one of the Empire coins, but it was very shinny and had a beautiful angelic design on it. A work of art, really.

"I don't know why he wouldn't. I mean, gold is gold. Plus take a look at this coin." He handed the coin to Renard. He was about to tell him an angel gave him the coins, yet generally angels are never seen at all on Gaian, and it was quite the rarity of him actually meeting one. "A, uh, friend of mine gave them too me. They were used in ancient times, people say they're actually angelic."
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« Reply #4877 on: December 27, 2006, 12:48:19 PM »
Renard plopped down on the other bed, inspecting the coin.  It really was a work of art, containing a degree of intricacy he?d never seen.

?Angels?  You mean like, from Asgard??

He?d heard of that place.  A world in the clouds, much like his own.  Only his was shrouded in darkness, the other in light.  Welkin wasn?t always like that.  It used to be blue and bright as well, or so they say.  That changed well before he was born?

Welkin? home?

?I like it? wanna trade??

He tossed Duilin one of his gold coins from his dwindling supply.  It was larger and more valuable by it?s size and weight, but the engraving was less impressive, stamped on with less attention to detail.  Upon one side was engraved the insignia of the Dark Empire, that four winged dragon against a diagonal sword.  Upon the other were five elemental symbols arranged in a circular pattern.  A plume of flame for fire, a crystal for water, a bolt of lightning for the air, a planet for the earth.  The topmost one, resembling shadow, was larger than the others, a sort of vortex with lines drawing inward.  The six element, light, was missing.

Renard made his way over to the window, resting his arms and chin on the seal as he gauzed out, running his thumb over the grooves of the coin.  The sky was that same shade of black and red as was across the rest of the Dark Continent.  Slowly this world was being reshaped by the Dark Emperor Retan?s will, that darkness spreading outward from this continent as he extended his reach outward across new lands, the light dying and decaying in his wake.  Welkin had no choice but to accept the Dark Emperor, but this world was different.  He was conquering it.  The fox remembered coming into this world and feeling the warm sun on his fur.  It was pleasant.  But now it was a rarity, only existing in those far off lands, but even there the dark are clouds follow.  Why does Retan hate the light so?
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« Reply #4878 on: December 27, 2006, 02:38:10 PM »
"Sure, I've got a quite a few of them so yeah." Duilin replied catching the coin. He examined the detail, he lifted his left upper lift in disgust of the stamping. He was half demon and this coin looked evil to him. Yet the coin was worth more and I guess that?s what?s important in this day.

He looked up at Renard, who was looking out the window. "So, uh. What's your opinion on the Dark Empire and Retan?" He finally decided to ask.

----

The door of the inn was kicked open.

The innkeeper looked frightfully at the four malefactors that just stepped in.

"Wh-what do you want?" He asked stuttering.

"Where is he?" Brice snapped.

"Who?"

"The winged guy! He came in here? Where is he!?"

"Oh yeah, uh, he's upstairs. Um, you're not gonna hurt me are ya?"

"No, just as long as you don't get in our way." Elliot said, grunting afterwards. "Let's get em."

The four then stomped upstairs...
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« Reply #4879 on: December 27, 2006, 10:38:03 PM »
"Why, why, oh why are Asgarnians so damn protective of their filty hole that they affectionally label a city? They are the definition of "poor loser": they cannot see that I have won, and they have lost. Why can they not simply accept the fate that is upon them? Their city is beyond saving. That will be proved to them. By me.

The loss of the Borderworld Feedback Device was a heavy one, indeed; but it was not the main reason for my anger towards both Asgarnians and Kandarinians in the occupied city. It is the unacceptable amount of deaths my troops have suffered. Why is it that me, a humble Lich, must always clean up their act, whether their deaths be the result of heretical Aspyes or the wayward Asgarnians? Why, oh gods, why do my blinded eyes see more than theirs?

When fuelled by my anger, I sometimes make rash decisions. Such is the case now; whether it is fortunate or not remains to be seen. I quickly headed down to the throne room, and from there, towards Sizri.

Upon arriving there, I found an absolutely nil amount of work done by my good-for-nothing mages there. Instead of either charging golems or doing research upon the blighted eleven orbs of Nightshade, they were chasing skirts and stuffing their faces. As I arrived, of course, this has changed; but the point was taken. I descended to the central tower built inside the ruined Enigma complex, looming over the rest of Sizri.

Inside, I found the head wizard, Balathazdrar, chewing on a chunk of bintmeat. He quickly hid it, hoping I wouldn't notice. I suppose he was relying on the blindfold.

I turned my head in disgust, and was very close to turning Balath into a small smoking pile of electrified ashes. Just at the right moment, though, my objective side got the better of me.

-"Balath, don't pretend I didn't see that. Anyways, I want you to gather 500 slaves in one of the golem pits at Xim, as well as three fully charged Atronachs."

-"Sir?"

-"Mass sacrifice. Ask no more, and comply."

--- --- ---

All in very odd situations, the members of the Necronomicon crusade disappeared one by one. Eventually, all that remained were the Elder, Victo, and Jacob. Despite the events, they simply quietly marched on and on and on...

---

The lack of speech greatly unsettled the assassins. Arlin was the only one talking; the rest sat quietly in their cells, making not even an attempt to escape. Something was very amiss.

--- --- ---

Horus continued charging his cannon, now a little more aware of the noise it was making. He slid closer to the ground to dampen the hum.

--- --- ---

Ein suddenly stopped walking towards the central Asgarnian spire. The air was crackling with energy he has encountered before. It was on the tip of his tongue... where did he feel this energy before?

--- --- ---

The live part of the conduit was finally completely trained and adapted to both the hellish environments and the mortal realm. He was made to look somewhat like an average human, though his inner anatomy was drastically different from that of a man. Now it was time for the inanimate part of the conduit to take its form; the forges in the hottest depths of Hell were already finished creating a metal specifically suited for that function. Now it must be forged into an approperiate shape; Iban was unsure of the form just yet.

[charging 5 out of 25]
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!!!! , ...

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the here we are now judgment day

cross the threshold have no dread
lift the sheet back in this way.
here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread

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« Reply #4880 on: December 28, 2006, 06:50:43 AM »
Zeros' shook his head at the pathetic double attack. Instead of moving, he simply ducked his head to one side, avoiding the claw. Then, he simply moved his shoulder, causing the plume of flame to reflect off of the swords large blade.

He turned himself back into the poistion, the two lizardmen retreating to regroup. While they were doing this, he shifted ever so slightly and slashed down with his sword, blades of ki rippling from the edge of the blade. Five long, deadly beams of cresent energy tore through the air, heading straight for the lizards.

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Allen gasped and looked on in fear. Multiple alchemic formulas ran rapidly through his head, trying to think of one that could help him...

He then nodded and reached behind him, barely taking out his small, curved dagger without dropping it. He leaned forwards and started to carve a transmutation circle into the frame of the glider. He should of thought of this earlier!

"Get ready, Ven!" he cried out.

He closed his eyes, resheathing his dagger and concentrated. The frame of the glider started to glow. Suddenly, they seemed to be rocked directly to the left.

If either of them looked on the right side, they'd notice that Allen had all, but removed the gliders wing on that side, making the air catch the left and propel them that way.
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\"Runaway with my heart...
 Runaway with my hope...
 If I could make you mine...I\'ll go whereever you will go.\"

\"So lately, I\'ve been wondering...
 Who will be there to take my place...
 When I\'m gone, You\'ll need love...To light the shadows on your face.\"

\"If a great wave should fall...
 It would fall upon us...
 Well I hope there\'s someone out there...Who can bring me back to you.\"

\"Way up high or down low...I\'ll go wherever you will go.\"

\"Runaway with my love.\"

In your heart and mind, I\'ll stay with you all of time...

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« Reply #4881 on: December 28, 2006, 11:14:42 AM »
One of the lizard warriors was sliced across the torso by two energy beams and the creature fell to the ground bleeding. The other one dodged two of the energy crescents but was forced to block one with his sword, damaging the blade, yet not fully cutting it.

The lizardman looked at his fallen comrade and then glared at Zeros' and hissed. His left claw was engulfed in flame, which he splashed down on the blade. He then violently chucked the burning sword at Zeros'...
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« Reply #4882 on: December 28, 2006, 11:20:57 AM »
Another explosion.  The Velkens shot away from Draven to avoid the flame, many of them now sporting minor injuries.  Draven looked much the same.  Virmir held up a claw.

"Enough."

Another lull... the silver foxes slowly began to circle Draven, eerily drifting through the air...

"What's the matter freaks, had enough?"

Virmir stiffened up.

"A stalemate.  This is a battle we cannot win."

Draven's smirk widened.  He was loving it.

"Aw, too bad."

"But you are alone.  We will simply return with more allies.  You have no chance, Draven.  We will meet again soon."

With that, all ten of the shot skyward before darting off into the distance as blurs... They were so fast...

Draven's eyes widened.

"Hey!  You can't DO THAT!!  GET BACK HERE!!!"

Another explosion ensuing from the burning man as his aura intensified, he soured through the air in raging pursuit like a fireball.

"DO YOU HEAR ME!?!? BLAST IT!! YOUR HEADS ARE MINE!!!"

It was no use.  They were way ahead of him and rapidly gaining distance...

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"Whoa!"

Ven and Henri held on tightly as the glider veered.

"Are you sure that was a good idea?!"

Henri pointed to that structure formerly in front of them.

"Better than crashing into that... fortress?"

Lizaberg loomed to their right now, scaly lizard men scurrying about the tops of the walls.  They've been spotted...

Suddenly explosions ripped the air around the glider.

"They're SHOOTING at us!!"

"Ah crap..."

By now they were close to the ground, and the right wing clipped the edge of a rock formation.  They were spun about, and forced in a rather ungraceful landing among the flat stones below...

----

Renard's right ear turned towards Duilin.  He was sort of surprised by the question.  He turned his head to look at the human.

"... Retan will control this world eventually.  There's no use fighting it.  I wish people wouldn't... they're only killing themselves..."

He turned to stare out the window again, his tail drooping somberly.

"First to go will be the nations that resist.  I hear he used to enslave the populace, but not anymore... Something happened that caused him not to trust humans.  So now he kills them... Every last one...

"Then there're his 'allies'...  Right now they're independent nations... but that won't last long.  He'll infiltrate their governments with his agents.  Either that or bribe them.   Eventually they'll just be a shell with a name, just another extension of his empire..."

His ears swiveled again as he picked up some stomping of people coming up the stairs in the hallway.  They did that a lot, his ears, making him seem a very alert, if not jittery, creature.
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« Reply #4883 on: December 28, 2006, 04:08:48 PM »
In the chaos of the battle ace regains his balance after the stunning blow from the minotaur. He lights up a fireball in each hand and throws them at two lizard men. Then an Aspy solider fired a bullet at him but missed. Ace winked at the lean man and snaped his fingers like he did on his first moments on Gian and two streams of fire blast the man to ashes.
"tsch... Guns." He mutters.
The minotar smashes through a few lizard men and stares at ace, he seems to really want to kill him.
"Wow, big guy. I am two things right now: A devil and pissed off!" Ace blasts two fireballs at its face causing it to roar in pain.
He charges up a bigger one and throws it at its chest knocking the beast to the ground.
"Ha ha!" He gloats.
Then he sees in the corner of his eye a blue glair. It is coming off the neck of an Aspy.
'Hey, thats a blue minotaur cystal, he must have stolen it off one' he thinks 'He probably summoned ol' ugly over there.'
"Hey! You with the fruity necklace! Bring it on!" Ace taunts and moves in for the kill.
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.......Ner!......

I\'m comin\' fur yeur!

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« Reply #4884 on: December 28, 2006, 04:44:52 PM »
Duilin felt kind of offended with Renard response. "That sounds rather pessimistic. Retan may be powerful, but he is evil. He may have massive strength, power and intelligence, but he doesn't have one thing..."

He paused for a little bit.

"...Karma, and destiny on his side. This may sound kind of silly but, those who become that powerful eventually become overthrown. Maybe it's by another evil, but that just starts everything over again. Like, Retan was defeated six years ago and Draven took his place. He ruled then Melkoth and his Grey Empire took him down, then the Aspyes wiped the Grey Empire out, yet then Retan came back."

He thought for a bit, as his point wasn't exactly clear.

"Um, here is a better example. Just before I was born there was the war of Helternia. It involved a few nations clashing war; the Dark Empire and the Helternian Armed Forces. The Dark Empire was trying to expand at Helternia, yet a group of seemingly harmless townsmen were able to drive them out. Helternia didn't even have a major kingdom defending it like Tjed did, yet they were unable to take the place over."

His father once told him about that battle. Although it wasn't a large force lead by a High General like the War of Romme, but regardless, evil failed that day.

Suddenly the door was kicked open. And four men stepped into the room.

Duilin turned around and looked at the men, and raised his eyebrows...
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« Reply #4885 on: December 29, 2006, 09:29:53 AM »
Alex?s head cleared up as he found himself restrained by heavy chains. From his suspended position he saw a magical barrier confiscate not only his energy rifle, but his clawshots. A Kandie soldier promptly took them from him and placed them on a table behind the dark, robed figure, Damien Roth.

Alex, suspended on a large mechanical board, was swiveled around on a rail and brought directly in front of Damien. The dark lord chuckled a little bit.

?Well, well, well. If it isn?t the rebellious little firebug. I thought I did away with you. It?s a shame. In my old age my aim must be going bad. No matter, I shan?t miss this time.?

?Where?s Midna?? Alex demanded.

?The girl?? Damien quipped. ?Well, let?s just say she?s bound for an extended leave.?

As the restraint mechanism rotated Alex, he saw Midna bound to a magical energy cage, in front of a portal leading to the Borderworld.

?As you know personally, Alex, interlopers are not welcomed in our affairs. I?m afraid your sweetheart there is going for a little trip. You yourself might take the same voyage if you refuse to comply with me.?

Alex was appalled. Sweetheart? He thought to himself. Hardly. ?And what would this request be?? He asked aloud.

?Alex, I look at you and I see more than just a human being,? Damien continued, ?If you are strong enough to withstand my power, imagine what others would do to prevent facing you. With you as leverage, I can negotiate any terms I desire with any powers that oppose us.?

?Please,? Alex said, ?I?ve got more worthy causes to be part of.?

?Like what?!? Damien bellowed. ?That RABBLE in the streets? You may have been able to sabotage the Borderworld emitter but let me tell you here and now. The idea of Asgarnia being wiped off the map is still very real, my friend. And there?s nothing you can do to stop it. Now, I?m being lenient and giving you a choice in this.? He motioned the Kandie to release the chains holding Alex. He dropped to the ground with a thump. ?Either join me, or join Midna in that empty world.?

?That?s not going to happen,? Alex said sternly, standing his ground.

?Very well then,? Damien sighed. ?You have forced my hand. If you will not willingly join me, I suppose I shall have to force you. The rules are simple. If you win, my Kandarinian soldiers will finish you off. If I win, I gain the ultimate weapon.? He cast off his cloak, revealing a tall, slender man with unnaturally grey skin, as if he had not seen sunlight for decades. Glowing red marks ran up and down his arms, and under the cloak he wore simple black robes, and some charm around his neck.

Alex, realizing that Damien specialized in air magic, hit a button on the wrist of his armor plating. Heavy as stone, the armor shed itself from Alex?s body, clattering to the ground in a loud assortment of clanging and ringing. Below the armor Alex simply wore his jacket and slacks. He hardly looked worthy of fighting. Somehow, he had hidden his crimson scimitar within his jacket. The Kandies approached him to confiscate it, but Damien motioned them away.

?Stop. It would disappoint me to gain an ally so easily. Let him keep his blade.? The Kandies backed off.

?Alex, don?t do it!? Midna cried from within the cage. ?You can?t fight without any protection! It?s suicide!?

?I know what I?m doing,? Alex said coldly. ?It?s time to settle the score, Damien.? His hands smoked with fiery energy. ?Your move.?

Damien took no time at all to bring a massive bolt of lightning to bear, and to bring it down upon Alex. Though the bolt traveled at the speed of light Alex was amazingly able to sidestep it.

?Hmm,? Damien mused. ?Perhaps you are more skilled than I thought you to be. Let?s see how you like THIS!? The air within the chamber began to swirl as gale-force winds mounted, nearly ripping chandeliers off their hooks. Alex planted his scimitar into the floor and braced. What Alex failed to notice was that his immense concentration had shot his sword with the power of elemental fire. As it shot out in all directions, the cyclone became a burning vortex. When the flames cleared, Damien stood, smoking.

?Well, my child. You seem to be aware of the weakness of an air elemental. It?s a shame you won?t live long enough to exploit it.? He cast yet another lightning spell, which struck Alex straight from above. However, he had not yet removed his scimitar from the floor, and the lighting coursed through the makeshift conductor without any damaging effects. He withdrew his scimitar from the ground and twirled it through the air, causing it to ignite again. He had an idea.

?Alex, please! Save yourself and get out of here!? Midna pleaded. ?I can find my own way from the Borderworld!?

?No way,? Alex replied. ?You helped me, so now I?m returning the favor!? He grunted as Damien swung his staff at him, nearly lopping off his head. Alex brought his sword to bear and brought it down in a vertical attack against Damien?s staff. The two weapons created a shower of sparks that flooded the room as one tried to force the other.

?Give it up, Alex!? Damien growled. ?It?s no use, you?ll never be able to save this wretched city! Your cause is just as lost as your parents.?

Suddenly something snapped inside of Alex. In an amazing feat of strength he forced Damien to the ground, his staff breaking in two.

?Yes, that?s it,? Damien continued, ?Let the anger consume you. Soon you will be an empty shell of your former self, ripe for the picking.?

?It?s not how angry I am,? Alex said. ?But it?s how I USE THAT ANGER!? He screamed, impaling Damien through the chest.

Nearly in shock, Damien stumbled back, trying to gain equilibrium. Alex grabbed onto the handle of his sword, and, with a clench of his fist, ignited the blade while it was still embedded in his foe?s body. Damien?s wordless scream of agony pierced the city air, rebels and Kandies in the lower levels of the citadel looking around to see what the noise was about.

Satisfied, Alex ripped his serrated blade from Damien?s chest and sheathed it. Where he had impaled him a coal-black scorch mark was apparent. The defeated tyrant fell to his knees.

?You?? he coughed violently. ??may have won the battle?but you have NOT won the war! You think you have defeated me, but let me assure you, this is a minor inconvenience for me. One day, I shall return, and on that day, I WILL get EVEN!? His body seemed to fall into ashes, which a sudden wind gusted out of the window and out into Terian?s winds.

Alex picked himself up and cracked his neck. He turned back to Midna. ?No, THAT?S how it?s done.? He walked over to the binders that restrained Midna, and with a few quick cuts of an ignited sword, freed her. Seeing the opportunity, Alex also severed the cables powering the Borderworld portal. The swirling purple vortex faded into nothingness, only showing the opposite wall through its circular threshold.

Midna was at a loss for words. ?Alex?? She tried to gain her composure. ?I?can?t thank you enough? I?m dreadfully sorry I?ve dragged you into this? But until we defeat Damien once and for all?the curse still stands??

?I understand,? Alex said. ?We?ll find him, and we?ll finish him once and for all, the both of us. ?But what was that he said about Asgarnia?s destruction???

?I couldn?t tell you,? Midna replied emptily. ?But I do know this. Our job here is done. We need to leave the city.?

?Perhaps you?re right,? Alex mused. ?Though, I want to help them see this through to the end.?

Out of nowhere, the citadel?s klaxon erupted through the corridors. A nameless Kandie made an announcement.

?Attention,? the voice rang out. ?The citadel has been set to a self-destruct cycle. All personnel still inside will have ten minutes to evacuate. The use of deadly force for all interferences is authorized. Should you encounter the man known as ?Alex,? you are hereby ordered to kill him on sight. Failure to do so will be considered an act of treason, punishable by death. Please note that the citadel?s primary power plant will yield a fifty-megaton Borderworld-inversion detonation. It is advised that all evacuees seek underground shelter or clear a fifteen-mile radius. Ten minutes until detonation.?

?Don?t let your guard down,? Alex said, reclaiming his rifle and clawshots from the table. ?We?re not out of this yet.?

The citadel rocked violently. Self-destruction was definitely on its way. The Kandies had gone out of their way to, one way or another, wipe Asgarnia off the map.
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« Reply #4886 on: December 29, 2006, 10:37:46 AM »
"I don't know, Duilin, that just seems like a bunch of wishful thinking to me..."

Renard's thought was interrupted when the four men burst into the room.  He turned to face them; two looked human, the other two not quite...

"Uh... friends of yours?"

Definitely not freindly looking...

There was something else wrong too... some sort of power emanating from the center of the city that weighed sourly in his stomach...  Blast it!  All he wanted was a nap!
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« Reply #4887 on: December 29, 2006, 11:51:55 AM »
The four people were defiantly NOT friendly looking at all. The one who kicked down the door was an orc, with a large stomach and he was holding was appeared to be an automatic shotgun.

Duilin stood up and the orc stepped towards him, pointing the gun at his chest. "Sit back down!" The orc demanded.

The one wearing black metal armor with white trim stepped towards Duilin and adjusted his gauntlet.

"So, Duilin Talonscar I presume?" The armored man asked.

"What's the meaning of this?" Duilin asked hastily.

"It seems that you haven't been behaving around some towns..."

"Let me guess." Duilin said with a smirk. "You're here for Vandrin's bounty?"

"Heh. Yes, indeed."

The other two, were guarding the door, one was a young looking man, holding two daggers, and the other was an elf, with patterns tattooed on him, looked like a tribal.

"We'll tell you what Talonscar." The armored one said. "If you just come with us back to the county, then we won't have to kill your friend here."

The orc then pointed his shotgun at Renard.

Duilin stood up. "You leave him out of this!"

"We, will. If you just come with us..."
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« Reply #4888 on: December 29, 2006, 12:00:26 PM »
//Been so long..\\

Nick was near the mainland. Mist sprayed in his face as he looked down into the sea. He wiped away the crystaline water with the sleeve of his shirt. He sent a message to kronos; So whos this guy you want? He waited patiantly for a reply he passed the time with thoughts. Thoughts of happiness.
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« Reply #4889 on: December 29, 2006, 01:40:14 PM »
//Burton, he meant anyone in general, a slave. And besides, that was supposed to be for a matter at hand, it's too late now. You can have Nick forget about it, if you like. Hell, I don't even remember now why I had Kronos do that.\\

-"Damien, dead? Already?! The idiot..."

Once again, I am disappointed by my servants.

-"Well, you can't really kill him like that, and he isn't really dead, so I can't resurrect him. Looks like he's on his own for now."

The messenger who brought the news was twiddling his thumbs behind me. I handed him a silver coin.

-"Here's for your pains. Now, please, go to Xim and report on the status of the sacrifice."

The messenger bowed and left. I was still in the Sizrian tower, although now I was at the top floor, observing the work being done at Sizri. They have really disappointed me with their... for the lack of a better word, lax effort to get things done. Perhaps there will have to be some kind of measure put in place to make sure that they aren't slacking off while there is work to be done. Overseers... Why didn't I think of that before?

Just when I was exploring the possibilities of having overseers control the work being done at Sizri, I heard a quiet "whoosh" behind me. Without turning around, I said:

-"Hello, Damien."

-"We appear to have an... issue at Asgarnia."

-"Of that I am aware. You were taken down by some whelp brandishing a toy too dangerous to be kept by children like that."

-"Yes, but there were special circumstances."

Like a twig, something snapped inside of me, and I bellowed right in Damien's face:

-"WHAT CIRCUMSTANCES ARE SPECIAL ENOUGH THAT YOU CAN'T TAKE A PATHETIC, DUMB REBEL OUT WITH YOUR OWN FORCE?! I don't keep you for dying, Damien, and you had BETTER clean up your damned act if you want to remain in command!"

-"He's not just a rebel. There's something different about him... His easily-learned abilities in magic are not something any normal human being could master."

-"He's shaped like a human. He bleeds. He can be killed. What more is there to say?"

-"That's just it, he seemingly CAN'T be killed. He survived an electrocution AND a thousand-foot fall."

-"Well... I can see now that you've at least tried to do something about him... I will have to look into the matter myself, then. Meanwhile, there is a convoy containing six golems on its way to Asgarnia. If you wish, you may assume command over them."

-"Knowing those incompentent soldiers I have there, they probably started the self-destruct cycle. Sometimes protocol is not meant to be followed to the letter."

-"Hmm, yes... and knowing most Kandarinians in general, I'm sure one of them probably ended up somehow screwing up the cycle and preventing it. Go check it out anyway."

-"Yes sir. I will take the golems immediately and be on my way. And, this time, I WILL NOT FAIL."

-"Good. Don't disappoint me, Damien."

Without a reply, Damien turned to dust once again and dissipated out of my room. Let us hope, then, that he will be successful this time."
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—staring wildly up and down
the here we are now judgment day

cross the threshold have no dread
lift the sheet back in this way.
here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread