Cyber doom5
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All my Entries to the Writing Portion of the Oversoul Contest 3
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The Hunter
The Horde, A vast writhing mass of evil and chaos, manned by creatures of nightmarish form, and ruled by a monarch unseen by most, and those who see it are never lucky enough to live. This nightmarish world is overflowing with malice and dread, longing to be unleashed upon other worlds.
It is spoken of in the whispers of the Overworld, that a man wanders the world; it is unknown what he seeks whether it is redemption, revenge, or forgiveness. Wielding twin swords, trophies from his last kill, enchanted by the blood of what he hunts, the key to a nightmarish plane of existence.
Long ago in a small village lived a young boy. The village was peaceful and never experienced violence. The boy lived with his parents in a small house near the village and he had a happy life, parents that loved him, friends, and a great community he could count on, little did he know that one day soon his world would come crashing down around him. It was a bright sunny day, the boy was returning home from playing in the woods, as he approached the village he saw a rising cloud of black smoke, it floated through the air giving an ominous vibe. A look of horror dawned upon the boys face as he ran towards the village, but what he saw would frighten most people to death. He gazed from the top of the hill overlooking the town at a massacre, blood flowed in rivers and the dead littered the streets. Screams from the far side of town filled the air, and the boy ran towards the sound of death, and as he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, before him stood a tall menacing insectoid creature with three long claws on each hand, it head was cloaked and all that was visible was its piercing read eyes, blood dripped from its claws like rain, and with one fluid motion the screaming stopped and a body fell to the ground. The creature cast its gaze upon the child and let out a ear shattering screech, the boy turned to run but was surrounded by three other creatures Identical to the first. They circled him as if deciding what to do, but what happened next shocked even the creatures. The boy asked why, he asked why all his friends and family had to die, the creatures where stunned, never had their prey dared to speak to them. They the child stood there showing very little fear in the face of these monsters, and asked what they were, the creatures responded with one name
..Skexis. The Skexis drew nearer and nearer to the boy, and then they stopped, as if they were listening to something only they could hear, and in a flash they were gone, leaving the boy to standing in the crumbling ruins of his perfect little world. He dropped to his knees and began to cry, that day he vowed to hunt every last Skexis until the entire species was wiped from the face of the Overworld. The person he was died that day, and from his ashes rose The Hunter.
Years went by and that Innocent boy turned into a master demon slayer, he was known to duel wield swords carved from the claws of the Skexis that he slayed, and as everyday went by he grew closer and closer to find the entrance into the horde where he planned to confront the Monarch of the Skexis, he believed that if the Monarch where to die all the Skexis would die with it.
To those who witnessed him in action, he was described as a tall muscular man, clothed in a black trench coat, his torso was plated in armor forged from celestial steel, around his waist a chain was wrapped that witnesses described him using to bind the fiends before he destroyed them, on his belt was a holster holding a revolver with bullets forged of celestial steel, a substance that severely burns most creatures of darkness.
As the years went his legend grew, but unfortunately where ever he went so too did disaster, he was despised by nearly all villagers, most of the demon hunters revered him as a hero, but none of that mattered to him, he had his mission and he will not stop until he finishes it.
Name: The Hunter
Element: Neutral
Cards:
1- Neutralize
1- Surge
1- Death Flow
3- Power Strike
4- 500 damage
2- 200 damage
3- shield
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The First
A long time ago there was a man named Jeremiah Stain. He was one of the most wicked people who ever lived, and the worst part about him was that he was very clever. Coming up with new ways to kill and ruin lives. The number of peoples who's lives he had ruined where as numerous as the stars in the sky, he left a trail of blood and sorrow in his wake. Fortunately he was finally captured and put to death after a 16 year murder spree. As his soul stood there looking at his body, a dark figure appeared and told Jeremiah that his time had come, and that judgement awaited. Jeremiah not ready to depart this world, tried to make a deal with death, to prolong his judgement he would help death reap the souls that are ready to move on to judgement. Death interested by the offer, simply smiled and vanished. The world rushed by in a blur, the next thing Jeremiah knew he was standing over his own grave. The Ground fell out beneath him and he plunged into the darkness. He awoke in a dimly lit chamber, darkness surrounded him on all sides, in the center of the room stood a ominous statue of death, with the same smile he had before he had departed after there deal. In the statues hand was a stone, as Jeremiah touched the stone all the color seemed to vanish from the world he watched as his already pale skin turned a ghostly white, and his clothes turned a dull grey. when he looked back to the statue the stone was gone and was replaced by what looked like a small metallic seed, the seed suddenly rolled from the statues hand and fell to the earth. upon contact trees began to grow around the metal seed which had transformed into a scythe blade. He stood there gazing upon the most amazing weapon a grim looking skull with piercing orange eyes that seemed to gaze hungrily at him. And lastly when he looked back at the statue it was holding a white stone mask with a soulless expression. The mask suddenly leaped out of the statues hand and latched on to his face, it felt as if it were melting to his face, it was a pain worse then any torture devised by man. When the pain stopped, he looked up and he was standing in a field, no a abandoned graveyard, he snapped the scythe from the ground and found that it was incredibly light. The tranquility of the field was broken by the sound of a family walking through the field, most likely not even knowing that it was once a graveyard, Jeremiah noticed that he no longer could see there human forms, he only could see their souls. Now being a murder at heart he did what he did best. With one swing of his scythe the 4 family members souls were ripped from there bodies and devoured by the scythe, the energy from the souls passed through the scythe into Jeremiah. He had never felt so "alive" he went as far to say he felt like God. Over the next few months he continued killing countless innocent, death so busy cleaning up the mess Jeremiah made, was unable to stop him. One day though as he was about to reap a mans soul the man offered the same deal to him as Jeremiah once did to death, Jeremiah stared at the man, though his mask hid all emotion, Jeremiah had a wicked smile, he felt they were to of a kind, only someone as clever as himself would think to bargain with death, Jeremiah knowing not to be as foolish as death, only gave the man a small portion of his power and a small dagger to be used as his reaping tool. "From this day forward you shall be known as The Second," Jeremiah proclaimed, "The Second?" the man asked, "Yes for i am The First, the first to make a deal that weakened deaths hold over the world,"
From that day on Jeremiah Stain was no more, and there was only The First.
The First and Second went on for years slaying soul after soul and creating a gathering of beings known as Deathseekers.
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Soul Warden
When the overworld was young two beings battled for control over this bountiful world, The Light, and The Dark. They would wage century long wars which were viewed as day and night, and even warriors of the light and dark took up arms against one another. Finally The Dark took the upper hand and as the last of the lights power withdrew from the overworld, darkness fell, souls turned as black as night and blocked out The Lights influence, and all went silent. Nothing moved, it was as if the world itself was gone. High in the heavens above,, a plan was being put into motion, and something was about to be born. The most skilled blacksmith ever to live was, in the name of The Light forging a suit of armor from a large amount of rare mineral, known as Athrilite, the strongest metal ever discovered; light and built to withstand large amounts of damage. When completed the armor was enveloped in the last of The Lights power, and taken to the realm of light, where it would be prepared for phase two of the final plan. Deep in the Atheral Planes of magic, a race of creatures made of pure mana live under the constant fire of storms, created by the use of magic in the overworld. When these beings come of age, they are marked with a sacred symbol of there gods. One lone being was marked with a mark that had never before been given, The mark of the most powerful god, the mark of infinity. While in the Atheral Planes, this being would have access to limitless power, but nearly as soon as he was given the mark, an eerie glow enveloped him, and when he opened his eyes he was standing in a tranquil place, he some how stood on top of an ocean that seemed to go on forever. Before him shined a faint light, pulsating, as if threatening to go out.
"You have been chosen......" a faint voice echoed
"Chosen? For what" asked the Atheral
"Chosen to be an eternal guardian of light," it replied
"What?" he asked
"My world is in peril, darkness threatens to devour my world...... it needs a guardian...... it needs you, Infinity" it replied
"Infinity? Who is that?," asked the Atheral
"That is your name, you posses the mark of your god known as having infinite power, so from this dayforth you shall be named Infinity," whispered the voice "Will you help save my world, and help save my people?"
there was a long pause as Infinity thought over the proposal, and then he said
"I will do it, i cant stand idly by and let innocent people suffer," replied Infinity.
There was a blinding flash of light, and before Infinity stood a shining suit of armor that seemed to radiate an unseen power.
"Your kind can not exist physically in my world, so your spirit must be bound to this armor, and you will not have access to the majority of your power while in my relam, so you must return here every so often to replenish your power," echoed the now unseen light
"How often will i need to return here?," inquired Infinity
"Every 200 years," answered the voice
"And how much of my power will i be able to draw upon?" asked Infinity
"You will have access to some of your infinite power, and it will manifest its self as your strength and agility, but arcanic power will come directly from me," replied the voice.
With that infinity touched the suit and the world started to fade to black.
The silence was shattered by a blinding light streaking across the sky, and a thunderous boom as it hit the overworld. Far off in the distance a shining golden tower cast light high into the heavens, as if daring all the forces of darkness to just try and attack it. All the dark souls, and demons who's power clouded out the light began to spiral towards the last beacon of light. A Lone figure stood atop the shining tower, a being clad in a shining silver armor, wielding a katana that seemed to shine as bright as the sun, he watched a wave of pure darkness, hatred, and evil, that covered the entire horizon roared towards him, and Infinity prepared to slay all who dared stand in the way of light.
Years later
A lone black tower stands in a vast sandsea, the sun blazes overhead, yet all shadows in the area seem to defy it and are drawn to the tower. The ground surrounding the tower is littered with massive boulders that slightly resemble parts of ancient machines. War machines lay in ruins, standing testament to the lose of those who dared to attack the tower. Within the tower beyond the darkness and silence, stands a lone being, with once shining armor, now dulled with age, it stands as if waiting for the next fool who seek to threaten the tower and its dark secrets.
Human Life:
Later on after the final battle against the Dark, Infinity died and passed through the Gate of Oblivion returning to the overworld. Upon returning to the overworld he lost his memory, and wandered the overworld trying to discover who he is and his purpose in the world.
In human form he retains the increased strength that he had as an atheral, he also retains a low level connection to the Infinite dimension, which allows him to channel mana for spells, it also allows him to use his 5 hit combo the Infinity Cannon. He also still possess his katana forged by The Light.
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For the complete story of what happened next in the Battle for the Shinning tower click the [link]
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Name: Infinity
Element: Light
Rank:Legendary
Cards:
1x 2 dmg
4x 5 dmg
3x shield
2x Retribution
2x Heal
1x Greater Heal
3x Holy Strike
1x Blessed Strike
Taunts:
Enemy: Gaze into the infinite Light
Victory: Yet another sees the light
Possessed: You shall feel the power of the the light
Combos:
3 hit: He throws his Katana at the enemy and it slashes as it slashes the enemy the sword begins to glow brighter until it returns to his hands.
5 hit: Infinity raises his hand and a large seal with an infinity symbol in the center appears, energy is drawn in and fired as a beam of light.
Color Scheme:
Armor: Dull silver
Crystal:Dark Blue
Eyes: Green
Katana Hilt: Dark blue and Gold
Katana Blade: Shining Silver
Chains: Steel
Cape: Dark Blue, with Silver trim at the bottom
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The Blood Reaper
Did you ever wonder what happened to a vampire once they die? well they go to a place so terrifying that only the most powerful can survive, beasts lurk in the dark that seek to prey on the weak. Typically there is no way to escape this hell for monsters, but in the case of vampires only on the night of a crescent blood moon, can the soul of a vampire be resurrected, but with a body destroyed and a soul to powerful to be contained in a human body the soul must be placed into a powerfully enchanted weapon. The weapon's will is so strong that it can literally destroy the mind of its wielder and posses the body to use it. Usually when one of these creatures is born they are given a human sacrifice to posses, and are sent on missions of revenge to destroy those who have done the summoner wrong. The first Vampire was the most powerful to ever be sent to the afterlife and was the first to be reborn in this process, being reborn into a scythe, but instead of obeying that which summoned him , he turned on his summoner and shredded his mind so badly that it drove him insane, which made him the most deadly of his kind. The being over the centuries he walked the earth, became known as the Blood Reaper, and was present at every single bloody battle in human history to drink the blood of the fallen. It has been said to be a sign of the Apocalypse when the Blood Reaper starts reaping the blood of the innocent, when he leaves the battle fields of humanity, let the gods have mercy on all of the poor souls who are on his menu, because it is believed that after centuries of drinking the blood of fallen soldiers the being with in the scythe is more powerful then death itself. When reaping blood from the living, the blood flows like small rivers trough the intricate designs of the blade, eventually converging with in the center eye and absorbed into the vampires soul, only a single drop is left after the reaping, and it is shed like a tear off the back side of the blade, It is unknown why this happens, but it can only be thought it is what little remains of the human hosts soul weeping at the loss of life.
Name: Blood Reaper, Death in Red
Rank: Master
Element: Water
Sorry if this post is to long i didnt know if i should break it up or make it one post I leave it up to the AK's to decide
< Message edited by Cyber doom5 -- 8/31/2013 15:37:45 >
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