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6/13/2014 23:28:33   
Faerdin
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You know the drill, L&L patrons and warmongers of Falconreach! Raise your blades, let out the most savage war howl you can manage, and contribute to the effort to protect Amityvale from its lupine neighbors!

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6/14/2014 0:07:07   
Dragonman
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TDLNND Day 1

Welcome to The Lore Daily Lore News Network Dragon, I'm your host, Dragonman, reporting under this beautiful full moon, on the wonderful day of Friday the Thirteenth.

Or at least I was, until I was inevitably attacked by Werewolves (also Werebats and Wereligers).

After months of cut off contact, Falconreach and Amityvale have finally resumed diplomatic relations. Or so to speak. The relation is more of Amityvale needs help and we are helping it. Despite Mayor Landis Waen's shortcomings, he has sent heroes over to help, which for some reason includes myself. I was unaware that he signed my paycheck, but that's probably because I don't get paid.

The Rose is helping fend off this invasion, which expert battlologists have shown will completely destroy Amityvale and surrounding townships if every last wave of Were-creatures is not defeated by the end of the day on the 20th. That gives us one week to defeat an unknown amount of assailants.

Worse yet, even if we do win, The Rose may continue to exert it's presence in Amityvale, which would be bad, since I'm 3/4 non-human. I may have something *cough* to say about that later.

The Rose only grudgingly help in this matter, as The Hero, you all know who I'm talking about (I'm not allowed to say their name, because it's "too political"), well known for their... opposition to The Rose movement, is leading the charge
No news on if the Cult of Valtrith has anything to do with this. I hope not, otherwise, I'd have to face the Brute again.

In other news, the network has informed me that having me from an alternate timeline as my only co-host will get my show canceled, and I am forced to take on another co-host starting tomorrow. One with opposing views of my own.

I hope we all continue wish Mirror Dragonman a speedy recovery, as he still is recovering from a nasty infection he got while hunting Cultist Brutes

Next up on the docket, make sure to to buy Ebilcorp products. Zorbak is your friend!

Sorry we seem to be new ebil eye-pods difficulties. Might have something to do with new Ebilcorp brand video-orb

Ebil on.

...

Xan! Cut off the camera!




TDLNND Day 2

Welcome back to TDLNND. I'm your host Dragonman introducing... our new co-host... who I have to have... Helianthus Anomalus.

Let's all give a big *cough*sarcastic*cough* hand to our new friend from The Rose, who will be providing an opposing viewpoint from now on, for the sake of 'fairness' and 'objectivve, unbiased reporting'. Mirror Dragonman should be back in tomorrow, as he's all healed up from his infection, and just getting another day off to rest so we can be sure. Now to... you... Helia.


Thanks Dragonman, we're glad to be here to protect people from magic like these werewolves...

I don't like you. Not happy to have you.

Umm... well, the reports show that we have successfully imprisoned err... defended Amityvale from 5% of the attacking forces, and our propaganda is working. And getting rid of all the magical creatures...

You know what.. this isn't going to work. I'll be sacked for this, but Xan, let's stop wasting our time... *XSCHHHHHT*

Buy Ebilcorp brand VideoOrbs profits might go to defending Amityvale, probably not.

*XSCHHHHHT* Yes it went exactly as planned and he's been... Oh no it started recording again. We can edit that out, right? *XSCHHHHHT*



TDLNND Day 3

Welcome to TDLNND I'm Mirror Dragonman reporting live with Helianthus Anomalus with a story on the state of the war.

But before that, we here at TDLNND are sad to announce that Dragonman Prime has decided to leave us due to... disagreements with co-workers.... errr... I mean to work harder on his political campaign. I'm sure we all wish him luck in his future mayoral endeavors.

Our CameraXan, I mean, Cameraman Xan has also decided to leave as he said here.
quote:

Dragonman is a close personal friend of mine and also The Rose is trying to lock me up. So i'm getting out of here before your new coworker decides to throw me in the Espina Rosa. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


At which point he ran away laughing, chased by Rose guards. Now to Helia.


Well, the war has been fruitful, we've managed to enslave over a million Werewolves and numerous other Were-creatures to attack Falconreach at some time in the future, and convert them to our non-magical way.

We have received interesting reports on how to deactivate the magic that makes a full moon year round in Amityvale...
*XSCCCHHHHHHT*

Hey everybody, this is Dragonman Prime, and you are hearing this over your news because you are loyal to the cause of magic. After all, the Rose propaganda isn't spread with magic orbs but gnomish cameras. So Mirror Dragonman has hooked up my transmission through the ley lines, and to the Camera orb by... you know what that doesn't matter, I'm wasting time.

I think The Rose has gotten to the Producer, I'm going to try and investigate but we'll need to...
*XSCCCHHHHHHT*

...and in other news Dragonman has announced that that he would punish all tea that got into Myra's nose with a penalty of... transmission failing buy new stupid Ebilcorp orbs. Half off at Spell City today! Oh well, listen carefully...

If you see any of these people, know that they are all needed for... questioning for supporting Dragonman's mayoral attempt: Zork Knight, bob!!!, Kinzdor, Xan, The Odor, Dornalca, djkramer123, 100Rob123, Prince Amrod, Wraith, Baron Dante, ~SoaringAbove~, GreyWarden, Angelixx The Good, Faerdin, plue344, DoomCake1234, Ace127, The Cow says MOO, Axel459, Deviance, dragon deamon, The Master, bobeee, smartman294, Keldor, megakyle777, Rytis 155, runekiri, Civer, Und3rgr0und, Glais, Drago_BloodMoon, kingyugi456, AlkaNephrite, WallyWeaver, Lightcaster, golden1231, Voodoo Master, Soulless Shadow, 1girlhousefan, 3 Vandoran, The Hollow Soul, lloydbunyan101, dragonman111, Varen6398, VanHellsin24, ACW0, god of insatily, Derith Raxonus, Dart Ichimonji, Ferakin, Dragon4455, Hopeful Guy, Drakonnax, Dwightt, Rukaji, Mortarion, magmartorlx, Frost Moglin, Selutu, zachmac, Smog (and his spoons), gamer rulez, BraveSirRobin, zeppyzeppy, killer 15683, Starflare, Darius, kim346, Dragonknight315 (and the 7 other knights of creation), Nessaling, hellblade124, Death snake1, Reaper252, D00ms(and his Hammer), blaze656, Dragonlord93, Imaru, Break Eventide, Chisagen, Icy Flare, killybob, .Joerte, Alethia, Stelios, Rayld, The_Rookie, Sainsbo, Legendium, dkfreak11, Supersei, Warmonger Starsaber, deatharrows, Raharu95, Axoris, RamDF (Twice :O!), Thejop, superbat67, Miran, Shadows Morgenstern, Popinloopy, deathlord45, Yuttt, Rider of Firnen, magmaman, Dragonlord Blurok, Dragon LordX, Kingofthedeamons, Second Silver TH, ThatHeroGuy, Craze's Dragon, flashbang, bokterier, Coldkick, salene, sithdragon123, Warmonger DragonJax, hidan_orochimaru, alphaO1, and derpking. *XSCCCHHHHHHT*

...Anyway, that's what I need you to do. Also Mirror Dragonman says he should be able to boost the signal if wee reach 40% in by 19:00 tomorrow. I'll be able to give you all more detailed instructions then. Thanks for your help.

Viva la Revolucion.




Day 4

Welcome back to the Rose news, I'm your host...*XSCHHHHT*

Oh good, you guys destroyed enough Werewolves for me to boost the signal. I should be able to send the whole message.

OK I need the help of anyone recieving this broadcast, Mirror Me said it was tricky to boost the signal and he'll probably get caught so I have no help. I've investigated the Producer, like I said, and he appears to have been brainwaswhed by the Rose, I repeat my producer has been brainwashed by The Rose.

I won't bother to explain all the details, it's complicated, but I know a guy, a mage who is good with this kind of thing. He's indisposed at the moment, held captive by the Werewolves. I'm going to try and rescue him, but he's being held at a camp about three quarters of the way into where there lines were when they started.

I can't sneak in from the back if there are still waves in the back... so if everybody could try to clear up to 75% of the werewolves we'll be able to make a break for it.

I'm going to try to do this at 20:00 tommorrow, which leaves us less than 24 hours. I know it's hard, but we've been through worse. If we can at least make it through 60% I should be able to make it out.

We'll also need a distraction, but Xan is calling in some favors and we are on that already.

Alright thanks for all your...
*XSCHHHHT*

And in other news... we've caught this magical RAT fiddling with our transmissions. What did you do, huh?

I won't ever tell you, scum.

You aren't in a position to call me that, you wretch

Luckily, I am, we've destroyed so many waves I was able to hijack the transmission remotely. The form you see is merely an illusion.

GAH! Those magical morons are ruining our plan. Rose soldiers! Find the Dragonmen and KILL THEM! *XSCHHHHT*

Well, it'd be bad news if they found us, right? Good thing that as long as you guys have cleared out 60% of those werewolves by tomorrow, we'll be able to escape. We'll be long gone.

I get that I've been unable to give out much news lately, so, breaking news, we've got a great politcal team up between the cookiemancer Azan and I... I guess that's not really appropriate at the moment. Note to self: find better time for propaganda.

Battle on. Otherwise I'll probably get caught. *gulp*




Day 5

Hey guys, it's looking like the Rose isn't broadcasting on any frequencies today... and we don't have enough defeated for me to risk rescuing my contact. We'll have to keep trying, and maybe I'll be able to rescue him tomorrow?

I don't know, what the point would be, since it seems like The Producer of TDLNND has gotten wind of our plan. Since he's being mind controlled, we can't expect him to like the news we are trying to cure him.

It looks like this operation is going to have to be put on hold, and we'll have to deal with... Rose... Propaganda instead of my clearly unbiased news.

Wait.. what's this? Oh no... they've found us! Run Xan! Make sure that this message gets out. Help! Try and find me HELP! THEY"RE ABDUCTING ME! They're cutting the signal! They're taking me to
*XSCHHHT*

Remember to use Ebilcorp, for all your camera needs. Chairman Platinum is your friend. Give all your money to Chairman Platinum.....*XSCHHHT*



Day 6

RECEIVING TRANSMISSION ON ALL MAGICAL FREQUENCIES:

*Sigh* I repeat for the eight hundred thirty-first time, Hello Warmongers I hope this reaches you. The Rose are jamming my signal... Need assistance. Being held in a house in Amityvale...

The Rose has set themselves up for a Win-Win... if they lose Amityvale, I'll be trapped in the rubble. Don't bother searching for me without saving the citizens first... I'm held under some hidden trapdoor or something... I repeat if Amityvale is lost... well, it's been a good run... Mirror Dragonman will be able to continue fighting, he's safe as far as I know... I repeat if we lose this war, I'm going to be trapped here for a very long time.

Good luck.

*Sigh* I repeat for the eight hundred thirty-second time, Hello Warmongers I hope....


TRANSMISSION LOST.



Day 7

Welcome to The Rose News, I'm your host, Helianthus Anomalus, and that, over there in the chains is Dragonman.

We've got a very special show for you tonight, including an obituary for a prominent politician who was recently found dead in a trapdoor under Amityvale. HAHAHAHA!

But first, here's Phillip with the weather.


Well thanks, Helia. It looks like it's still clear and dark here in Amityvale, and it will be for the next couple weeks. As always. Back to you.

Well... wait. Do you hear that? It's someone above the trapdoor. Looks like we'll have a very special guest.

Hello citizen, I'm putting together a story and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions, what is your name for a start?


Matt Creation Ferakin, sirrah. Bear in mind that Matt is not short for Matthew for me. Matthew is an entirely different person.

Alright then, and where are you from Matt?

That's a tough one. I guess I could say Earth, as that was where my own unique consciousness came into being, but as a whole, I'd have to say The Crossroads. I did make it more or less where I first started, so I guess it counts as my 'birth' place.

That sounds like... a... magical explanation to me. Am I to take it that you are something other than a human?

Oh no, I'm pure 100% human. That's why I never age and my eyes glow white. You know, out of all the things you humans invented, sarcasm has got to be one of my favorites. It's half my shtick. But yes, to answer your question, I'm not human, though I prefer to look like them.

Well, may I ask what prompted you to jump down this trapdoor before I dispose of you?

What, sheer curiosity doesn't cut it these days? A need to do the right thing? Wanting to find my favorite reporter so we can have a good laugh over some food before an actual interview that blows this sham you call news out of the water? Trust me, buddy, I may laugh and jump around and generally act like an oblivious idiot, but I know what's going on here. I know who you are. And I know that there isn't a single thing you can do to stop me from stopping you. Besides, disposing of me implies that you have people able to do that, and, well, the guards are all currently missing their hands. Trust me, I wanted to aim a little higher for something more finishing, but I've got a new friend who wouldn't much appreciate that.

Curses! I'll have to spend weeks trying to get a new camera crew. We still own the news though!

Hey! Over there! Could you help me out with these chains?

Hey there buddy, oh pal, oh friend. Don't worry, I'm good with chains. I chained myself to the other Matt once so we could have a fun adventure, but I think he still has a grudge against me for that. Well, as long as he doesn't want to kill existence anymore, that's fine by me. I'm babbling, by the way, and you're free now, so maybe we should run now. It's what the Doctor always does, and if a doctor does it, it must be healthy! By the by, don't punch my friend here in the face. She's sorta on our side, even if she's giving me the stink-eye for cutting of those guys' hands. Don't worry, they'll get them back when we're outta here!

I think I owe you a proper interview, but wait a moment, haven't I seen you around before. Some years ago? Back before the Hero was frozen?

You probably did, there were a few wars I involved myself in back then. For the most part, I was running around with Koran and Ryka, but Ryka's off doing his own thing now, and you wouldn't remember Koran. Nobody does, except Vayle, and I think he'd like it if it stayed that way. Besides them, I hung around Jeanne a couple times, and I think I got into an eating contest with Cysero, but that whole day is fuzzy, so I'm not too sure. I haven't been around too much after the whole time-skip thing, though I was there for that one Friday the 13th Frostval mixup war, that one got me riled up. But I just got back from a very long soul search, so I'm free to pop in whenever something's going down now.

Well it's nice to have you back. And it's good to have you protecting Amityvale. And also saving me. And to think, I was going to have to wait until the war was over to get out. Good for that, right?

That would've sucked if you had to stay in there for another day. Especially since you were literally in the corner. Nobody puts Dragonman in the corner. Hah, Foo - actually, I should probably not do that on the air. Don't need people thinking I'm never serious, they start giving you certain looks and treating you like a five-year old. You know how embarrassing it is to be treated like a kid when you're everyone's senior? Koran would never let me live it down.

Well best of luck to you. Also, I'd like to be the first to point out that this isn't my show anymore, and the Rose knows I'm unchained! So thank you very much, I hope we meet again, I'm going find Xan and get out of here! And Battle On to all the viewers at home! Anything you'd like to say before we sign off?

If you see a walrus, tell me. I need to thank him for always stealing my shirt, it led to a personal revelation about my effect on people's adventures. No, seriously, it did. And wash your hands once in a while, they get filthy with all the fighting and looting you do. I don't wanna see your dirty hands messing with your food, be healthy about this stuff, people.

*NOTE: If this doesn't make sense, read Ferakin's war story!*



Day 8

Welcome to me highjacking the TDLNND news wavelengths.

I came to TDLNND top secret headquarters after I was freed and, what do you know, the Producer got away. So I've reclaimed TDLNND as my own since I started it in the first place. I actually don't know how I got a boss, let alone how he got mind-controlled.

It turns out that the Full Moon attacks were from none other than Lon and Cheney, who are now both werewolves. Cheney (36) has previously owned a weapon shop at Crystal Clear Lake, but the shop had fallen into disrepair. He was presumed missing and friends of Cheney are happy he is alive, but unhappy that he met the same fate as his brother Lon did years ago. As we all should be.

Sources tell me that the Lycantrhropic curse, rumored to being started by neighbor and vampire Frydae XIII, is spreading and will reach more people soon. I must remind everyone that these are rumors and from dubious sources (who actually happen to be sorcerers).

Mr. Frydae was unavailable to comment.

In other news the full moon attacks were, of course, repelled much quicker than anyone expected and the entirety of Amityvale was saved.

Next, there is a watch for Rose extremists, who have decided to blatantly go against their orders and randomly attack pro-magic politicians, including myself. Their leader is unknown, and they may indeed just be another tool of Jaania and Akanthus, but Helianthus Anomalus, now wanted by both Magical and Rose authorities, is a higher up in their operation.

These Rose members do use hypnosis and it has been postulated that they have used it to take control of King Alteon. King Alteon was unavailable for comment, and he probably wouldn't want to talk with me anyway.

Finally,... maybe I oughta leave the studio now and see if I can't get legal rights to own the news station. After all, the Producer isn't using it anymore.

For now, I wish you all good warring, a happy summer season, and a lucky rest of the month.

Untili next time, I'm Dragonman, and Mirror Dragonman is... off somewhere. I should probably find him.

Battle on!


< Message edited by Dragonman -- 6/20/2014 20:06:15 >
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6/14/2014 0:31:01   
Chaosweaver Amon
Friendly!


The Wrath of the Moon
Prologue

Whispers. As my spirit roamed through the endless void of his mind, I heard something. Whispers. There was never any sound here, I don't allow it. It wasn't supposed to work here, physics. Here, in the MindVoid, as I call it, everything was supposed to be irrelevant that wasn't me or my thoughts. Yet still, I heard whispers. They didn't say anything that I could understand, just hissed and muttered and pervaded my mind like parasites. I floated around amidst the multicolored islands of energy, black, red, and silver stars flickering everywhere. The whispers surrounded me, they were everywhere and nowhere, all invading the private corners of my brain. I noticed the whispers growing steadily louder, and it felt as if they were closing in on me until they were all I could hear, like roaring of the wind. Yet I saw nothing. I lit everything up in silver fire, snapping out of my trance immediately, escaping the horrific whispers.

As I rose to my feet, I felt the ground shaking. I heard howls ripping through the night sky in the distance. Readying my dagger, I crept outside of my tent, and looked down onto the dirt path, only to see hundreds of thousands of werewolves charging south. My wards prevented them from seeing or smelling me, and yet I was still unnerved. I didn't know so many werewolves even existed, let alone could be united in an army. Then I saw that they weren't all werewolves. I spotted many Werelions running along the sides of them, keeping them all in formation, as well as hideous Werebats flying overhead. Following the direction they ran with my eyes, I saw that they were headed to Amityvale, my destination as well. Swearing out loud, I bolted back inside my tent, tugged on my heavy leather coat, and strapped on my Soul Looms. Buckling my sword sheath around my back, I kept my sword drawn at the ready, knowing I would need to use it soon.

I put up an extra ward to keep my tent hidden and protected, took a swig of Moglinberry from my old leather skin, and sped off towards Amityvale.

The Wrath of the Moon
Part 1

I slowed to a stop as the high stone walls started to recede down into the path. Taking advantage of my altitude, I leapt onto a nearby pine tree, taking a moment to catch my balance. Creeping quickly along one of the thick branches, I caught onto the branch of the tree neighboring it, so now had a full view of the werewolf army, and the town they were attacking. They spread out in a semi-circular fashion around the front square of the town, and a few in the front made way for a massive Alpha Werewolf, covered in shaggy brown fur, who stepped up to the front. He stretched his muscular arms, hunched his back, then howled savagely at the moon. The rest of the army followed suit; the noise was so loud, it was nearly deafening. As the Warmongers began to empty out of the forest, alongside the Moonridge knights, the army growled in unison, then charged.

It was a horrific sight to behold; swords and daggers met claws and teeth, steel and flesh torn apart alike. Suddenly, Dusk appeared from the shadows, floating beside me calmly.

"Shall we?" he asked smoothly, his deep voice rolling like thunder. I responded with a curt nod, then leaped down onto the battlefield.

I landed feet-first on a Wereliger, who collapsed with a snarl. Rolling off him, I lunged, my blade plunging through his chest, and out through his back. I felt thick, heavy claws snag my coat, but they failed to tear through the heavy leather as I spun, blade flashing, beheading the beast with a single stroke. I saw Dusk hovering above, sending spikes of shadow down from above, defending me from those I couldn't focus on as I fought.

For hours I struck down wolves, spinning, slashing, and stabbing at every beast I saw. Despite my efforts, however, it seemed that five more took the place of every one I killed. Is this army endless? I thought sullenly to myself. It seems to be infinite in numbers. My thoughts were interrupted, however, by claws raking my back, and tightening around my upper arm. I barked a sharp roar of pain as I was flung backwards through the air, and smashed through the window of one of the dark houses along the main road. Dazed, I searched for my sword, realizing I had dropped it when I was thrown. I began to push myself to my feet, only to experience agonizing pain from the deep gashes along my back and shoulder. I swore to myself as I propped my body up against a table I had knocked over, cradling my arm. Cold, black blood flowed down my arm as the cuts healed over slowly, knitting the flesh back together without any trace of damage.

I groaned as I saw the wereliger who had thrown me climb through the ruined window. He was a big one, nearly eight feet tall, with dark grey fur, fangs bared savagely as I stood there, waiting for my arm to heal. It lunged, and I threw myself to one side, its claws tearing through my breeches and lightly scratching my leg. I landed on my hurt shoulder and howled in pain as something shifted the wrong way in my arm, sending another wave of pain shooting down through my back. I clumsily drew my dagger as it leaped again, and threw it, but the pommel it first and was knocked away. I sent threads of dark soul magic at the beast, attempting to bind him, but was too slow. He landed on top of me, entangled in soul threads, but I kicked him in the chest with both feet, and he was thrown into the wall. I prepared a spike of darkness, and sent it spinning rapidly at its chest...but a gleaming blue sword protruded through first. As the beast collapsed, I looked at the helmet covered face of Faerdin Eilrua, who offered his hand to me. I grunted in thanks as he pulled me up off the floor.

"I owe you one, Rune Knight." I muttered as my shoulder snapped back into place, the cuts fading.

He shook his head. "Think nothing of it. Anything for an ally. Oh, and I think you'll be needing this." He picked up my sword from outside the opening he had entered through. He looked up and down it admiringly. "It's an incredible blade..." he said in awe.

I nodded as I took it from him. "Perhaps one day I'll be able to test it against yours, eh?" He chuckled with me.

"Perhaps. But for now, let's focus on the task at hand. We'll talk later." And with that, he stepped back onto the field.

I picked up my dagger as I followed, sheathing it. Looking out across the dark forest, I knew that this was going to be a long night.


The Wrath of the Moon
Part 2

*Will be posted when we hit 25% on the war meter!*


By now the Werewolf numbers had decreased significantly, and the Warmongers had brought in the Nitroglycerin Sponge Catapults, but there were still millions of beasts left to be slain. I fingered the slashes in my coat, thinking of how I was going to repair it. My chainmail had been scraped a bit as well, but that would be easier to fix. I looked up and saw that a few Dragonlords were raining fire down on the wolves, who's fur caught alight instantly as they desperately tried to leap up and grab the dragons. One of them, however, got lucky as a Dragonlord swooped down low, in an attempt to scoop them up and drop them, but his dragon's wing was caught on the long, thick claws of a wereliger, who leaped up, snarling. The inexperienced rider swung his axe, but he rushed it and missed, giving the wereliger an opportunity to tackle him off the dragon and onto the ground. A few werewolves dove in on him as well, their viscous snarls drowning out his bloodcurdling screams.

Snapping out of it, I sent multiple threads of darkness weaving in and out amongst the crowd of furry giants, tightening them around their bodies and slicing through limbs, leaving deep, narrow slices in the flesh. I decided now to fight from a distance, so I sheathed my sword and climbed up on the roof of the blacksmith's shop, firing off balls of dark soul magic into the crowds. Dusk appeared beside me again, grinning savagely.

"You seem to be having a fun time." I said, without casting so much as a glance.

He smirked in response. "Indeed I am. But are you surprised?"

"Not really, no but-" I was interrupted my a body flying through one of the walls, shaking the roof. It took me a moment to regain my balance. "I need you to head over to the roof opposite me, I want to try something." Seconds later, I saw him appear across the road, sending knives of shadow raining down into the crowd.

Attempting to surprise him, I sent multiple thin threads of shadow at him, which he caught in a single tendril of his. I forced my magic downward into the crowd, pulling his down with it. Seeing what I intended, he intensified his magic, creating a large ball of shadows in the very center of the town. I sent a final burst of energy through the tendrils, then released. Dusk did the same. The darkness was sucked into the ball, which suddenly imploded, creating a shockwave through the army of wolves, taking at least another hundred out of action, as well as a few unfortunate soldiers on our side.

I sprinted along the rooftops, using soul magic to latch onto buildings and spear the werewolves below. Dusk flew amongst the dragons above, still raining down blades of darkness, teasing the wolves with an evil laugh as he swooped right up close to them. After a while, the monsters learned of what I was doing, and stayed just out of range of my magic from the rooftops. It was fun while it lasted. I thought darkly to myself as I drew my sword, which now glowed in the bright silver moonlight. Stabbing several tendrils of darkness into the ground, I pull myself downwards, sword flashing, ready to continue to the fight on foot.


The Wrath of the Moon
Part 3

*Unlocked when we hit 50% on the war meter!*


As I landed hard, I rolled, sword at the ready. I focused on a tight pack of Warmongers who were in a circle, surrounded by werewolves, many of whom lay dead at their feet. I ran over, cutting down those who crossed my path, and once again thanked the avatars for these beasts' weakness to silver. Slowly, I backed my way into the circle, and came back to back with my old friends. We had to yell to eachother to be heard over the din of the battle, although for the most part we remained silent, struggling to keep our concentration.

"Amon!" A voice I recognized as Salene's rang out next to me. "Glad you could join us!" She called, as she cut down a wereliger with one of her daggers.

"Aye, me as well! We could use a bit of help!" Called Dragonjax, his deep voice booming behind me. I heard one of his massive swords cleave one of the wolves completely in half as he called.

"Really now? I have to admit I'm surprised, considering all of that big talk you were spitting out earlier! Something along the lines of 'I won't let them get a scratch on me' seems to bring back memories!" I heard Deatharrows reply darkly, arrows zipping everywhere, not one of them missing their mark.

"Oh do shut up will you? We've got a war to win here!" I called to them all, making a barrier of soul magic around us.

For hours we fought, bloodying our hands with the slaying of hundreds of thousands of beasts, never stopping, never faltering, only occasionally yelling out encouragement to eachother. I heard Dragonjax's roars of delight, Salene's cat like growls, and only the twang of Deatharrows' bow as we cut down wolf after wolf, still confined to our small circle. After a while I realized this was not going to work; it was only a matter of time before we would be overwhelmed. We all took more injuries, our weapons just rose a little bit lower, our arms swung just a little bit slower, and I could feel the tension rising. I had to think of a plan to get us out of this, if the others hadn't done so already. I called Dusk with my mind, and communicated with him telepathically.

"I need a barrier." I said, struggling to focus.

Without response, Dusk appeared from the shadows above us, and enclosed us in a ball of darkness.

"Make it quick." He said, his voice strained.

As I told the others of my plan, the barrier shuddered. I glanced at Dusk, who nodded, snarling at the wolves, who thrashed violently against the barrier. When I finished, Jax got right to the edge of the barrier, kneeling, with Deatharrows and I flanking him, and Salene put one foot in his large hands, with her whip drawn.

"NOW!" I barked, and Dusk released the barrier. Jax threw Salene with all his might, Deatharrows and I guarding him from the werewolves as he was stunned, and Salene went sailing through the air gracefully. She lashed her whip out, and caught the steeple of the town hall, pulling herself onto the roof. Jax, Deatharrows, and I fought our way together, until we eventually were split up by the wolves. I continued cutting through the crowd, Dusk flying above me, protecting my like a terrifyingly dark Guardian Angel, raining hell upon those I wasn't quick enough to get myself. Everything was a blur; my sword flashing, werewolf blood spraying, my fellow Warmongers dying around me, and yet I kept going, determined to win this. We'd taken out half of their army, we could take out another half, no matter what happened.


The Wrath of the Moon
Part 4

*Get to 75% on the War Meter to get to the next chapter!*


The Wolf army was now entirely scattered. Some wolves had fled into the woods of Doomwood, some still fought until they were killed, and a few ended up just killing themselves, but none surrendered. Now, I was in the war tent, patching up the slashes in my coat with some Chaosweaver spiderweb. Later, I was going to be leading one of the hunting parties, who would track down the werewolves to see if they returned to any sort of leader. For now, however, I knew we could take our time and lick our wounds; I doubted they were smart enough to cover their tracks, and I was sure the trail wouldn't go cold for at least another day. My chainmail was a bit worse for wear, but it could wait; I doubt it would be too much trouble under my coat and breastplate.

When I'd finished, I tested the leather, to make sure it would hold, then headed off to the Amityvale armory, where I sharpened my sword to a fine point. I then headed back to the main tent, where the Warmongers were assembling the scouting teams. I saw Dragonjax, Faerdin, Deatharrows, and Arthur, along with a few dozen Moonridge knights. Faerdin was organizing everyone into groups.

"Ah, Amon." He said. "Glad you're here. You, along with Gregor, James, Marcus, Balthur, and Korrell will be scouting eastward. You'll head roughly fifteen or twenty miles out, and if you find anything, let us know. Move out in an hour, alright?"

I nodded. Taking my men, we went to the small war tent on the edges of the camp.

"So," I said firmly. "Are you all prepared already? I'd suggest you bring light food, and a skin of water. We want to as light as possible, so we get this done faster. The sooner we get back to the war camp, the better. Usually it's only a matter of time before their leader comes to crash the party." They all grunted in agreement. Clearly these weren't the most talkative men. I liked it that way; it was more likely they would do as I said. I now took the time to look over them. Gregor was a big man, nearly as tall as I was, but broader, with a tightly cropped beard, a shaved head, and droopy brown eyes. James and Marcus were both quite small and wiry, and clearly looked like the rogue type. Balthur was a heavyset man, with dark skin and curly short hair, but I mainly noticed the large, spiked mace he carried. He seemed the sort of man who knew how to use it. Korrell was the youngest of the group, hardly past twenty I guessed, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and blue eyes that seemed as pale as ice. It was a fairly balanced team; Faerdin had picked them out well.

When the time came to go, I gave each of the men (aside from Korrell) a bow, along with two-dozen silver tipped arrows; it would be better to take out any wolves we saw from a distance, to reduce the risk of losing anybody. We each got our horses and headed out quickly; I wanted to get back quickly, and finish my original mission. The war had just gotten in the way. The state of the world now couldn't afford to have a werewolf attack. But it didn't matter now. The battle was over, and soon I could get back to my task. For now, I just had to focus on keeping Amityvale as safe as it could be for the time being.

After another hour, we didn't see anything, but we'd only gone ten miles. Eventually, we reached a steep, rocky hill that the horses wouldn't be able to climb, so we tied them to trees and continued on foot. By the time we reached the top, I spotted a ruined tower, and we headed in.

Korrell came in behind me, his staff casting a pale blue light all around the deserted bottom floor. Weapons drawn, we all spread out, searching each room, while I headed upstairs to see if there was any sign of something there. Suddenly I heard a cry of agony, along with a lot of crashing. I heard the men scream, I heard violent snarls, and the sound of metal and flesh being torn apart. Then it was silent. Totally and utterly silent, and in that moment, I knew my team was dead.

The Wrath of the Moon
Part 5


I froze, listening to the vicious snarls below me. I heard them feasting on my men, who they had just butchered in seconds. I hadn't a clue how many of them there were, or if they had been expecting us, but I did know that they would smell me very soon. I had to strike first. Sword in hand, I leaped over the banister, dropping down onto a massive wereliger. My feet smashed down on his face, driving him down to the floor. I didn't give him a chance to move as I drove my blade through the back of his head, causing him to go limp immediately. I immediately spun, stepping off of the corpse of Gregor, kicking a werewolf in the face, slashing upwards through its face, sending it stumbling back, howling in pain. I swung again, but my blade was knocked aside by the long claws of another, who came snarling at me. Leaping forwards, I surprised the beast by whipping my dagger across its midriff, inflicting an awkward, shallow cut, that I imagined was quite painful. I swung my sword down with all my might, attempting to cut him from shoulder to hip, but he danced back, so my blade lopped off half of his hand. He leaned back howling, and I stabbed him with all the force I could, pinning him to the wall.

Before I could free my sword, however, I was tackled my the first werewolf, whose face still bled profusely, causing werewolf blood to drip down on my face as I tried to hold its jaws away. I planted both feet on its chest and kicked as hard as I could, knocking him into another wereliger, who had been charging out from one of the rooms. I wrenched my sword from the wall, and the previously impaled wolf dropped to the ground as I held my sword in a defensive position. Now there were seven of the original ten that I could see, all closing in around me, snarling. I didn't have a chance of survival alone. I then realized I wasn't alone, and called Dusk, who appeared out of the shadows instantly, sending a massive beam of black and red energy through the wolves, cutting down three of those who weren't quick enough to move.

Dusk sent blades of shadow at the remaining four werewolves, impaling one through the head, and cutting a deep gash in another, laughing maniacally as he did so. He flew up through the roof as the other wolves stumbled forward, crashing into eachother as I beheaded one of them in a single swift stroke. The two that remained arched their backs, and the injured one shuddered with rage, drool dripping from its ragged jaws as it snarled, leaping towards me, landing perfectly on my blade as I stabbed out in front of me. Before the other could react, Dusk appeared behind it and tore it's head off with the ease of picking a grape from a vine. It collapsed to the floor without another sound, and I slumped back against the wall, wiping my blade on my coat. Dusk grinned at me, thoroughly pleased with the horrific violence that had just occurred. It used to disturb me, his love for death and violence, but I learned to accept it, just as he had accepted me.

"Thanks for that." I grunted, breathing heavily.

He chuckled darkly. "It was my pleasure. As always. Although in retrospect, it probably would have been a smarter idea to keep me with you when you left."

I shrugged. "I was...distracted." I looked around at the corpses. "What should we do with these?" I asked, already knowing what he'd say.

"Leave them. There's nothing we can do now...they'll just end up in the hands of some necromancer most likely."

I nodded in response. "Are the horses still outside?"

Dusk shook his head. "No, the wolves got to them first I would imagine. They got in quickly, it seemed. It's not like you to be taken by surprised." He added the last sentence in a mocking tone, and I responded with a glare. "Let's go back to the war camp. I need to tell the others about what happened here."

And so we headed off under the moonlight. Dusk rarely liked to travel in physical form; usually he would just travel through the spirit realm, as it was faster, but he felt his Soul-ally instincts kicking in to protect me, I could tell. We didn't bother tracing down the werewolves' location any further; we'd been gone for longer than expected, and I was sure that nobody would be too thrilled to see me returning without my men, or any information. I wondered if they had had any close family. I'd likely have to be the one to break the news to them; a job I was not looking forward to in the slightest.

Suddenly, I heard a high, shrill scream of terror, and Dusk and I perked our heads up simultaneously at the noise. "Look!" He barked, and I saw a werewolf dragging an unconscious Thursday through the forest. He looked at us and snarled, and I drew my sword as I saw the weaponsmith I recognized as Chaney come out from behind him.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at him, confused.

"We have to protect her." He growled viciously. His eyes suddenly glowed a bright blue, and he screamed as his limbs contorted into those of a werewolf, thick, shaggy hair sprouted from his back, and long, jagged claws tore through his fingernails. He howled at the moon, and the two wolves converged.

***


"You don't know the danger..." Chaney growled at me, picking up his unconscious brother over his shoulders.

"I don't know the danger!?" I shouted angrily. "You've been cursed just like your brother!"

He was panting heavily as he replied. "The curse will find her too."

And with that, he sprinted away into the dark forest.

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6/14/2014 1:44:17   
Jaden
Friendly!


"I'm ready to smash some monsters into the ground! These new primal abilities have me on overdrive!"

Emeraldus, the kid dragon, zoomed around Jaden's head as he walked, spitting flame and blasts of earth magic from his powerful jaws. His midnight blue eyes gleamed, while his sleek black wings guided him through the air. Every burst of magic lit up his dark green scales, as well as the surrounding area.

Jaden said nothing, and glanced behind him, where the heroes of Lore marched in a loud, boisterous, disorganized bunch. They were traveling down the road that lead to Amityvale, in response to a distress letter sent by Thursday. It hadn't been specific, but the urgency suggested that heroes were needed, and many answered the call. Warriors, Mages, Rogues, Pyromancers, Paladins, Timekillers, Riftwalkers, Ascendants, Cryptics.... more heroes than he could count. Necromancers and Death Knights dotted the ranks as well. Although those that followed those paths were often distrusted, these particular ones had proved time and again that they had Lore's best interests at heart, and were welcomed into the ranks of the warmongers. Many members of the war band were laughing uproariously, boasting great feats of strength or skill, and exchanging war stories. Occasional blasts of magic burst upwards, and the sound of brawls breaking out eliminated all possibility of silence. The general din was almost deafening, and it, combined with Emeraldus' energetic antics, were proving to be tiresome for Jaden.

Taking a deep breath, Jaden attempted to find sanctuary within his mind. These were all trustworthy and honorable souls, but when they were all together it was rather difficult to stay in his right mind.

"Jaden, be excited! The first enemy we see is gonna get burnt to a crisp!" Emeraldus crowed, shooting another blast of fire a little too close for comfort.

"Save your energy for when the battle starts." Jaden said, more than a little sharply.

"Jaden, for the millionth time, relax. You get any tenser and your blood will clot. Loosen up, expel some energy!"

"When the battle starts, I will."

Emeraldus snorted. "As hilarious as your calm-and-cool-act is, it's gotten a little old. Spice things up, smile, talk! It's fun."

"That's hard for me, you know that."

"It usually is hard to do something you haven't tr-"

A snarl fell upon their ears, causing both to stop in their tracks.

A moment passed. Jaden swiftly checked his black and green armor, over which he wore his similarly colored duster. His black Dragonsteel sword was slung across his back, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.

Another snarl permeated the air, followed by another, and another, until the whole forest was filled with the savage, primal din. Large, hulking forms emerged out of the surrounding woodland, surrounding the war band, who naturally began to work themselves into a frenzy.

"We got werewolves!"

"I'll get more than alla you!"

"OUT OF THE WAY. I'LL USE MY CHAINSWOOOOOOOOORD!"

"Is this all?"

"Hah! My granmie could fight all of these werewolves blindfolded!"

"Back to the doghouse, pups!"

"Go on, make my day...."

Weapons were brandished, and spells were readied. The battle would soon start.

Jaden drew his blade, and Emeraldus settled into a crouch, ready to spring.

"This battle doesn't excuse you. I'll make you into a likable person yet!" Said Emeraldus.

"Don't get distracted."

"Ha, as if! I'll get twice as many as you."

Jaden smirked. "Right."

With a snarl, Emeraldus leaped forward, Jaden running in grim silence beside him. The war band charged, their battle cries mixing with the snarls and roars of the werewolves, as the two forces rushed to meet one another.

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A werewolf leaped at Jaden, arms outstretched to eviscerate him. Jaden rolled underneath the creature. The werewolf landed, scrabbling to turn around, only to be met with the edge of Jaden's blade. Blood spattered.

Jaden straightened, searching for a new opponent. Something small crashed into the side of his head, and he staggered. The werebat screeched, and circled around for another attack. Jaden leaped up and sliced it clean in two. As he landed, he rolled to the side, and jumped backward, avoiding a werewolf's claws and a wereliger's bite, respectively. Jaden kicked the wereliger's snout, causing it to howl and cover it's face. The werewolf charged, and Jaden went low, and cut its legs out from underneath it. It went down, howling. Jaden silenced it swiftly with a stab to the back of the neck. The wereliger recovered swiftly, and pounced. Jaden, unable to move out of the way, lifted his blade. The wereliger couldn't stop midair, and impaled itself upon dragonsteel.

The weight of the beast forced Jaden to his knees, and with effort, he pulled his sword free.

"How goes it, Dragonlord?"

Jaden looked up. Before him stood three figures. One was clad in necromancer robes, with a black bladed spear. He recognized him as The Odor. One had the attire of a war mage, and Jaden could only assume him to be Elryn. The final figure had the armor of the Dragonlords, like his, except colored a dark purple.

"Mritha" Jaden said in acknowledgement.

"Odgne was unable to make it, but she sends greetings." Said Mritha.

Jaden nodded.

"Perhaps you could use some assistance?" Inquired Elryn.

"I won't stop you."

"Very well. Come Odor, let's take these beasts down!" Cried the war mage. Together, the four of them charged back into the fray.

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Again and and again, Jaden's blade met wereflesh. Again and again, his duster was spattered with wereblood. Over and over, he killed and killed and killed, and his mind was a blur of struggling bodies and primal snarls of pain and rage.

To his left, a blur of blue and silver passed clean through a werewolf, and Jaden took that to be Raven, the assumed leader of the Rose in Amityvale. It was odd fighting alongside them, when he had killed so many of them. Once, during a break in the battle, he had caught a Rose soldier looking at him, and had been taken aback by fear and rage lying within her eyes.

"I killed a loved one." Jaden thought to himself. "What else would provoke such a look?"

Fighting and killing had been simple for him, long ago. If something threatened his life, he had to eliminate it, or he would die. When he had become involved with the elemental orbs, the Dragonlords, Wargoth, the only change was that his sphere of protection had extended to other people. This called for him to fight more frequently. He killed elementals, Clawkin, Dravir, and he had few qualms about it. They were threats, and needed elimination. But ever since he had emerged from the ice. his views changed.

Beings he had considered monsters possessed more depth than he had previously realized. He had learned that humans weren't the only ones who should be protected, and this had opened his mind, making him more accepting of other races. But with this new found enlightenment had come a price. He had always protected humans, but now he found himself slaughtering them in defense of former enemies. He had no intention to stop fighting, for he now knew that this world needed equality, and that could never happen if the Rose gained more power. But that didn't make it any easier to kill his own kind.

"But now I'm fighting with the Rose." Jaden muttered. "Could life get more muddled?"

"It wouldn't be life if it weren't."

Jaden started, then sighed. "How long have you been there?"

Emeraldus landed beside him, folding his wings against the green scales he was named for. "Long enough to see that you need to let some things out."

When Jaden said nothing, Emeraldus let out a frustrated snort. "If you don't let out what's troubling you, you're gonna be even more messed up than you already are."

"...Thanks."

"No problem. Now talk."

Jaden paused. "It's...First I'm fighting monsters without a second thought. Then I get frozen and I learn that they aren't what they seemed and that an evil organization is oppressing them. Good, I have a new enemy to fight, nothing new there. But these enemies are human, and it's harder for me to kill them." Jaden's voice started to rise. "I still do it because I have some sort of protective instinct, or maybe it's just guilt. But no matter the reason, I kill a bunch of them, and now I'm fighting alongside them?" Jaden stood up and took a deep breath.

"What the hell am I doing?" He said, fighting to keep calm, even as tears formed in his eyes.

Emeraldus walked over, and planted himself firmly in front of Jaden. "You're doing what you can. We've both have been at this long enough to know that the world isn't that black and white. There aren't just angels and devils. Eventually, you've just gotta figure out what's a threat, and what isn't."

"So what if you're fighting alongside your enemies? You're saving lives, and that's what you care about. And as for killing your kind, well, I know a bit about that."

Jaden looked at Emeraldus. "I know you do."

"It ain't easy for me, but I am a dragon. Killing comes more naturally to me. You're a human, and you get more caught up in your empathy, and that's hard. But you know what? This ain't a one man show. You've got friends. You've got me."

Jaden sniffed a bit, and quickly brushed his hand over his eyes.

"Thanks." He said, meaning it this time.

A moment.

"Please. I just want you to help me gank some werewolves." Emeraldus started to walk back towards the war camp.

Jaden's mouth twitched.

Emeraldus started to walk back towards the war camp. "You're welcome."

Jaden caught up, and together, they headed back towards chaos and bloodshed. This time, however, Jaden didn't feel so alone.



< Message edited by Jaden -- 6/19/2014 1:04:57 >
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6/14/2014 20:42:29   
Ferakin
Member

The moon was bright, the forest was dark, and the setting up of the scene was far too obvious for any decent writer's liking. None of that really crossed Koran's mind, however, as he made his way through the battlefield. If he was going to be honest, the last 13th - or whatever type of war that was, with that strange holiday mix-up - was rather pushing it, seeing as he was trying to keep a low profile after the whole memory/time jump incident. But, as always, his natural need to fight bad things so the good things can keep going on made him go forth. That, and he was bored out of his mind.

"I swear, you never spent this much time sleeping before," Koran muttered, glancing up. Though he couldn't see the top of his head, he knew Fireth was sleeping on his hat, draconian body curled around the brim. The baby dragon seemed to spend more time up there than fighting alongside his partner, usually exchanging banter and the like to keep Koran from talking to himself. Which didn't work at all.

"This future sucks," said human remarked as he looked upon the fighting in the area, sizing up his enemies and allies. "It's all serious stuff now, which is weird because now I'm somewhat silly, but back then it was all silly stuff, and I was so serious..."

"Hey, you! Death Knight...er, Necromancer...Necro-knight?" Koran turned to his left as he saw Raven making her way towards him. He'd learned enough to know that she was Thursday's friend and thus not someone to knock out immediately, despite being a Rose member. Speaking of Thursday, what was with that haircut...

"Do I really look like a Necromancer?" He looked himself over, noting that his odd combination of dark armor and ragged clothes indeed made him look like a cross between the two unholy classes. "Huh. I was going for weary medieval cowboy, but whatever."

Raven blinked, her face plainly showing her confusion as she stared at this unknown man. "Cowboy, what? Nevermind, not important. What I wanted to ask is, who are you?" She matched his pace as he resumed walking, somewhat interrogating the man. "I mean, from Rose records and what Thursday has told me, I know more or less most of the people here, but I've never heard of you."

Koran raised an eyebrow, silently noting that, up until now at least, he was doing a good job of sticking to the shadows. "Oh yes, lemme just tell everything about myself to the member of the organization that hunts people like me. That'll go down well." The 'cowboy' hunched slightly, his face suddenly taking a downcast turn. "Sarcasm, huh? It's nice and all, but it sounds better coming from Matt. Too bad he's gone forever now..."

"Au contraire, mon capitan!" Like a bolt of lightning, except without most of the light and crashing thunder, a spiky-haired teen and mariachi band appeared in front of the duo. The teen stepped forward, trumpet in one hand while the other gestured grandly, and announced with great gusto, "Heee's back!"

Koran stared blankly as the subject of his moping played happily with the band in the middle of one of the famous 13th wars. Barely feeling his brain working, he sputtered out a few words. "I...I don't know what that's a reference to..."

Matt stopped playing immediately, trumpet at his lips as he stared at his friend. After a few seconds, he snapped his fingers and made his whole ensemble disappear, and moved closer to Koran. "Really, you've never seen Star Trek: TNG? You suck, we need to get you to watch with us sometime."

Koran continued his blank stare, not noticing Raven doing the same, as he continued his conversation. "I thought...we all thought we wouldn't see you again. You said you might be away for thousands of years!"

Matt leaned forward, as though sharing a friendly secret, though his voice was a bit too loud for that. "I was. And I'm back now because time travel. Oh, what a fun phrase to say!" The mad god leaped back quickly, bouncing up and down in place as he made his bursting happiness known to all in ear shot. "Time travel! Time travel! Time travel!"

Koran, almost hesitantly, and slightly quieter than he should've been, pointed at the mess around them. "You...know there's a war going on...right?"

Matt halted in the air mid-jump, gasped, and looked around him, spinning in all number of degrees. "Oh, so there is! With what? Werewolves! What do they wear? Coats, hats, gloves, polka dot jackets with sticks of celery on the lapel? Hah, two Doctor Who references in one!" Matt reappeared back on solid ground and in front of Koran, though the stunned man wasn't sure if he teleported or just moved very fast. "Hey, do you think that Dragonman guy is around? I've always wanted to get an interview with him, I'll go find him!" And then he was off, running through the battlefield without a care in the world.

Koran gazed after him, lightly wondering if he should be either annoyed or amused. Deciding amused would help him better in this situation than any other mood, especially if Matt was back, he started walking forward again, the biggest grin he'd had in months quickly taking over his face. Raven, having kept quiet through a mixture of slightly scared and massively stupified, made the dull observation that her original target was getting away and made the effort to catch back up with him. Falling in place next to him again, she asked quietly, as though afraid that the new 'addition' to the war effort would hear her, "What kind of magic is that? Just who WAS that?"

Koran turned to his left, in a better mood now than he had been in in months. "Tell me, Raven, do you believe in gods?"



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"So..." Matt drawled with that specific, wonderful mixture of both boredom and interest in his voice. "Koran probably told you all about me, right?"

Raven briefly glanced his way before dodging her opponent's attack, the feral strike going wide. She countered by flattening her hand vertically, inches away from the werewolf's chest. A yellow bolt of energy shot out, burning a hole through the fur-covered monster's heart. It slumped forward, seemingly noticing that it had died, before falling all the way down. Raven dashed over to the next one, intent on getting the first strike. "Seriously, we're on a mission and you're trying to start a conversation?!"

Matt shrugged as he dodged his own opponent, leaning away and stepping to the side to let the WereLiger carry on, missing him by inches. A rather powerful blow from the back of Matt's foot sent it buried face first into the ground. He grinned as he bolted to the next group, pulling his gunblade out of nowhere and launching himself into his familiar combat style when against multiple enemies. Spinning, jumping, sliding around, constantly slashing, always pushing ahead. "Well sorry if it's not a good time for you. I mean, maybe for you this is a big deal, but for me, this happens like, every Tuesday. Hah, Street Fighter reference!"

One of the monsters bolted towards him, intent of striking him while his back was turned. Matt simply grinned and back-flipped over the beast. With a cry of "Diamondback Revolver!" he pulled his six-shooter out of nowhere, shot the werewolf square in the back of the head, and replaced his gun back in the same nowhere, all before landing. With his feet back on the dirt floor of the forest, the mad god continued his rampage, with barely a halt in his momentum.

Raven gave a mixture between a groan and a grunt as she delivered a crushing blow to one monster's spine, snapping her leg down on one of the flying pests a second later. "You live a strange and violent life, don't you?" Rushing to the next lycanthrope, she jumped up and shot her foot into it's face, breaking it's nose and quite a few razor-sharp teeth. The beast's reaction was to grab her extended leg and throw her a couple yards. Twisting herself in the air to land low and on her feet, Raven brought her hands up for another blast of energy, taking the wounded werewolf down at a distance. "Koran told me enough to make me pretty scared of you."

"Good job hiding it," The teen replied as he kicked his right leg up, launching an alpha 50 feet into the air. Not pausing his action, he threw his gunblade at the line of furry monsters ahead of him. The whirling blade sliced through them all, bringing them down for the count. "But honestly," Matt continued as he leaped forward, "You've got nothing to be afraid of. I love this place!" He flipped in the air over the dead line of beasts. "The references are cool." He landed, right in the path of his still-flying weapon. "The events are great." He caught the circling blade by the handle, a motion he'd done many times. "And the people," the mad god continued, not minding the massive werewolf right in front of him, about to bring it's claws down. Matt spun around and, with a mighty swing of his arms, neatly bisected the enormous beast. Both the top and bottom halves of the once lethal giant hit the ground, as Matt turned and grinned at Raven, lightly leaning on his sword.

"The people are awesome," he finished.

Raven blinked at him a few times before turning on her heel, wondering why everyone she knew were rather strange. And pretty cool, she thought. "Come on, we've completely eliminated the concentration of lycanthropes here. We should get back to the others before we take on the next one."

Matt kept up his grin, as he usually did, before hopping over to his companion's side. Shouldering his gunblade rather than storing it away, he struck a pace with Raven as the two trekked back to the war camp. The eerie silence that was a norm in the Doomwood quickly fell upon the two, and Matt had a hard time not breaking it. He could respect a need for quiet, and partook in it himself quite a few times, but the sociable mood that always overtook him when he met new people was screaming at him, rather impolitely, to talk to his new buddy. Remembering one of the few things the pair had in common, the teen broke into speech, not sure where his own words were taking him. "So I saw Thursday today. Been years since we've talked last, for her and for me. She's all grown up now."

Raven, upon hearing the last part of Matt's awkward and somewhat sped-up sentence, was already preparing a few choice, warning words that she had already given to a few male adventurers she had recently met. Matt's next words, however, quickly shut her up. "It's weird though. I forgot that people could grow up."

The gothic Rose-member glanced his way, noticing that the perpetual grin was replaced by a much more somber, downcast look. It was surreal, seeing someone who, up until this point, had been all laughter and happy-go-lucky turn into a much sadder person. Raven, despite being a little uncomfortable around him - around most of the heroes, honestly - felt the need to try and help the teen, if only to lighten the situation. "What's got you thinking about this?"

Matt glanced away and scratched at the back of his messy hair, suddenly feeling awkward now that he was talking about his personal problems. "Well, you know, I was gone for a long time, and...now that I'm back, I'm sorta afraid of...people leaving me behind."

A few more minutes passed in a silence that Matt couldn't tell if he liked or not. Deciding the best course of action right now would be to just move on, he shrugged and tilted his head back towards the area where the camp was. Raven nodded, and the two began walking again, the air seemingly clearing up. It was shaping up to be a rather amiable trip back, Matt quickly finding himself in a more content mood, and it would've been if he hadn't stopped yet again. Raven looked over to him again to see if he was about to share more of his thoughts, only to frown in annoyance as she found him making his way completely off the path. Hurrying after him through the trees, the energizer voiced her frustration. "Just where are you going? The camp's back that way, and there's no good shortcuts in the Doomwood."

Matt spun around to point behind him before facing forward again. The object/destination he revealed turned out to be a log cabin in the middle of a small clearing. Near it was a pile of lumber with an axe laying close, and a few feet further away lied a well. All in all, it would look like the average abode of someone who decided to live in the woods, if it wasn't totally abandoned. Spiderwebs dotted the corners, marks from weather and animals were unattended to, and from what one could see through the open windows, the inside held nothing but a few pieces of furniture and a load of dust.

Raven gave an unimpressed stare to Matt, who had already skipped around the entire cabin with his endless energy. "An empty cabin, in the middle of the Doomwood. There's probably a hundred of these, this one isn't special."

"Ah ah ah," Matt waved a finger in front of her, "Then why is there a locked trapdoor?" Matt kicked some of the wooden lumber pieces away with one leg, revealing a trapdoor on the side of the house. Glowing chains wrapped around the handles, holding the doors closed with a lock. "And why," the mad god continued, tapping his head, "Can I just barely sense a transmission coming from down in there?"

Raven knelt down to look the chains, recognizing the familiar design. "These are made by the Rose. It's a variation of the design used on magical beings, used to keep things from getting out of certain areas." She stood up and back off a few feet, not entirely comfortable with standing so close to the makeshift prison. "Matt, I don't think it's a good idea to open that. They might have trapped something really dangerous down there, knowing these woods, and I don't really want to free it so it can kill us."

Matt waved away her concerns as he jumped in front of the trapdoor, holding his gunblade behind his back for a strong, downward strike. "Relax, what's the worst that could happen?"

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DF MQ  Post #: 5
6/15/2014 7:24:55   
Arthur
How We Roll Winner
Dec14


-The Moon I Knew Too Well-


-Prologue-


A bestial howl ripped through the night as a dark cloud passed across the sky suddenly giving way to the beautiful Full Moon that had sprouted that night. The initial howl was followed by scores more, and then even more as Arthur, who had dozed off in his awkward position of leaning on a tree jerked up straight and losing his balance, fell onto the ground face-first.

"OWWWWW.....!!!" He moaned, much like the otherworldly howls themselves as he cupped his burning nose with his left hand and slowly stood up.

The night was uncanny, it was too beautiful, almost fatally so. This was nothing like what our Hero had seen during his tenure as a Hero of Lore and while such nights were not surprising in a eerie place such as Amityvale, this was one to best them all. The howls went on and on and were, at times, joined by a number of stranger noises, such as Arthur had never heard before.

"What in the name of..."

The Hero adjusted his Riftwalker suit before whirling around and charging up the hill that loomed over the area and from where he could govern a much better view of the landscape.

Once at the top, Arthur swept his gaze towards the DoomWoods where, not much to his surprise, he could see a massive amount of movement within the dense trees. As he looked on, the trees rustled and creaked as if being forced aside by inhumanly strong muscles and flapping of wings such as is created by the Flying Eyeballs that he had faced so many times in the past.

Then, all activity stopped all too suddenly. Silence. Only the faint whistling of the wind blowing atop the hill was what Arthur could hear. The Moon continued to shine down in all its glory upon that moorland that stood open between the hill and the deceptively silent Doomwood. Arthur cast one final glance at the glowing light of the Town of Amityvale that lay peaceful behind him.

"Heh...!!" he grinned before drawing his shining blade of silver and with a quick slash in the open, cut a Rift in the space. "Come at me."

Almost suddenly, the woods tore apart as a humongous army of dark creatures charged out at full speed across the Moorlands. The Army consisted of the all-too-familiar Doomwood Werewolves whom Arthur had fought too often alongside the Paladin Artix. Then there were the bigger and more muscular Alpha Werewolves with their brown fur that charged at the very front all the while roaring at the top of their lungs. However, what was most curious were the newer additions to this ungodly army. These were humanoid creatures with faces which resembled those of Lions and fur that was marked with stripes such as those belonging to Tigers. Also gracing the army were winged creatures with wolfish faces that flapped away above the bigger Were-creatures.

Arthur, having completed his inspection took a step and disapppeared into the Rift which closed with a pop.

The army of Doomwood creatures advanced at a terrifying rate and had nearly crossed most of the moor when high above them appeared a rip in the sky, a Rift and out jumped Arthur, diving at the ground with his arms tightly by his side and his legs together. His blonde hair ripped across his face as the wind rushed at his face and whooshed past his ears as he descended at an alarming rate.

Once close enough, he slashed open his silver blade now shining openly in the full moon's light and drawing it behind his head, slashed as he landed right in the middle of the creatures with an almighty BOOM...!!

The moon shined all the more brighter.




-The Afterparty-


A roar of laughter, chattering and all kinds of celebratory sounds greeted his ears as the Hero-still garbed in his Riftwalker Armor-walked into Serenity's Inn. The lobby, he noticed, had been redone from top to bottom in colorful wallpaper. All kinds of banners bearing flashy messages such as "Victory...!!" and "We Won." hung from the beams up above. Confetti streamed around everywhere and the general atmosphere was that of celebration and happiness.

"Thank you Arthur...!!" Serenity walked over to him as he shut the Inn door behind him.

Arthur smiled moving his right hand to the back of his head. "No worries."

"Moglinberry for you...?" She asked him amidst all the shouting and screaming going on in the room.

"Y...Yeah... thank you." Arthur raised his voice trying to make himself heard.

Serenity nodded and turning around, disappeared into the crowd.

Arthur took off his mossy helm and held it at his side as he made his way through the crowd trying to find a certain friend.

As he neared the other end of the room, he sighted the person, dressed in a Crystal Armor with a beautiful shimmering cape at his back and a awe-inspiring blade at his back. He sipped from a cup of Moglinberry and in looked around the crowded room, a faint smile on his lips. His long hair fell all the way over his armored shoulders and disappeared behind his back. He was handsome, Arthur noted.

"Fae...!!" Arthur raised his arm to signal to the person for it was the Rune Knight of Lore, Faerdin Eilrua, one of the most high-ranked Knights of Lore, not to mention an exceptionally skilled and immensely strong Hero. He was a friend of friends and a force to be reckoned with.

"Arthur," the Rune Knight's faint grin widened to a beaming smile that accentuated his bright complexion and handsome looks. "Come closer, I can't hear you."

Faerdin made a strange hand movement from his ear to Arthur signalling the hearing interference amidst all the celebration.

Arthur nodded in return and made his way over to Faerdin.

***


"What news from the front-lines...?" Faerdin enquired of Arthur as they both stood at the corner of the room, Moglinberry drinks in their hand and stern looks on their faces.

Arthur took a sip of the clear drink and answered.

"Most of the were-creatures have been put down. Those that remain have fled back into the woods. It's sad though... all the losses we suffered."

"It's sad indeed." Faerdin remarked and all at once, a grave look took over his face as he remembered all the Knights who'd been wounded and mauled by these hellish creatures that had been set upon them in the war. "Arthur, I've been wanting to ask you something."

"Yeah, please do."

"It's about this Raven character. What are your views of her...?" Faerdin looked to Arthur with a concerned look.

"Honestly, Sir Eilrua," Arthur sighed as he leaned back on the wooden wall and looked up at the ceiling. "To be very very honest, I am apprehensive of her. The way she looks, the way she dresses and her powers in general make me want to keep my distance. However, she was an immense help in our struggles and I believe she deserves her due for that."

"Hmm..." the Rune Knight looked away and into the crowd, his eyes taking up a dreamy state.

"Fae...?"

"Hmm...?"

"How's Madame Aura...?" Arthur looked at Faerdin.

"Hmm...? Oh... oh... Madame Aura, yeah, yeah, she's fine. Thanks for asking." Faerdin's face lit up and that smile reappeared. He gave a friendly pat on Arthur's back and Arthur smiled as well.

For minutes on end, the duo stood looking at the crowd. Occasionally, they could see Melissa making her way through the crowd congratulating the many heroes. Mritha was another of the familiar faces that made Arthur happy. Then there were the Warmongers who had stood by Arthur as he had nearly been overwhelmed so many times. HisRandomness walked over to Arthur and raised a toast to their success before being joined by Lemonus and Starsaber.

"Thanks guys...!" Arthur beamed at them raising his cup to each of the Heroes.

As they stood there, Arthur thought he saw a Linus wearing a top hat and a monocle making his way through the crowds.

"What in the name of..." Arthur and Faerdin blurted out together as the Linus disappeared into the crowd.

"Arthur... Fae" Ash walked up to Arthur and gave him a hug. "A group of children here have asked for you two."

"Me...?" Arthur cocked an eyebrow. Faerdin snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, come on." Ash beckoned to them.

"Uhh... I need to go and have a talk with Melissa. You guys go ahead." Faerdin smiled before disappearing into the crowd with a wave of his hand.

Arthur looked after him for a while before joining Ash.

***


"Mr. Arthur...!!!" The children chimed in and started jumping up and down. "Where's Sir Faerdin...?"

"Uhh... he couldn't come, but he'll be here, I promise." Arthur pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ash.

"Okay."

"Sir Awthur.... Sir Awthur... could you pwease tell us how you fought the Wewewolves Lon and Channy...?" A cute little kid innocently requested Arthur.

Arthur nodded with a smile before his face turned stern and he started his story.

<To be continued....>




< Message edited by Arthur -- 6/21/2014 12:50:12 >
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6/15/2014 21:22:06   
Faerdin
Rune Knight


Rune Knight, Book Three
I. Twenty-Five Years
II. Why Do You Fight, Rune Knight?
III. Nightingale
IV. Twenty-Five Eternities
V. Whispers in the Night
VI. Why Do You Fight, Doom Knight?



Why Do You Fight, Doom Knight?
He Who Stands Between Crossover


How does a tyrant take control of the masses?

Through force. Without force, without confidence and strength, the tyrant is nothing. So I shall have to seize whatever power I can, Sepulchure ascertained as he ground the Darkovian soil beneath his feet. The smell of plague and death languidly crawled through the spires and tendrils of that forest, securing the heavens like columns of stone and sending a surge of strength through his body.

Yet a halo of stars encircled the moon in glory of its fullness. The Doom Knight scowled. This is not enough...

The quavering darkness urged him onward. So Sepulchure followed, treading that tortured earth with the gait of a man whose destiny was decided by Fate. Though the Necrotic Blade was lost to him and- with it- much of his power, every step closer to the sprawling array of rune-adorned pillars allowed him to be all the more certain of what it was he needed to do.

The essence- HIS essence- was here. Something had the audacity to take it. All he had to do was take it back. But from whom?

A ripple through the night. A pair of horrible, crimson eyes pierced the darkness, cloaked by a mask which rendered his other features inscrutable. "Oh dear... What do we have here? A Doom Knight? How adorable. You have come to take my power, I take it?"

The tyrant was not amused. He ripped the mundane blade from its scabbard and raised the point toward the creature's chest. "Valtrith... I'm taking only what is mine by right. When I'm finished, you can go back to hiding under beds and the scaring the bejeebies out of children like a good lapdog of the Master."

The Baron was silent. Sepulchure pressed on, "I know what you are, Jaysun. You are a washed up hack that's fueled by some sprinkles of power from my flunkies and a metric ton of teenage angst. You've crawled back from the Elemental Plane of Darkness and had your spotlight for a little while, but now it's time for the adults to talk."

It was while Sepulchure was delivering his reckless speech that a low chuckle began to build from the depths of Baron Valtrith's being. The sound ebbed and flowed until it was a tide of outraged laughter that crashed upon the shores of Sepulchure's ears, leaving his following whisper more difficult to hear: "Is that all you believe I am, Valen?"

Then he felt it. Buried in the recesses of Valtrith's body was a hollow storm of darkness. A thousand voices whispered to Sepulchure with the same stories of tragedy and misery that are common to the Stranger's victims. In an instant, the Doom Knight knew what he was dealing with.

"You believe I am a sniveling mongrel to bow to you? That I am a lapdog of the Master? If that is what I am, then I shall have a fiendish delight in tearing apart the insect that you are, Lord Sepulchure."

"Come and try."

Valtrith howled and fell upon Sepulchure with the savagery of a wild animal, crumpling into a mess of shadowy tendrils and steel broken only when the Doom Knight grabbed his adversary and pinned him to the floor. Sepulchure gripped the hilt of his sword and wrenched it with the intent of burying it in the fiend's heart, but the likeness of a serpent's head crushed his wrist in its jaws and forced him to drop the blade with a clatter.

The Doom Knight wrung his hands around the serpent's neck and crushed it in his hands. "You cannot kill what is already dead!"

"Oh, I can." The shadows about Valtrith grasped Sepulchure's arms and legs and suspended him helplessly in the air as his adversary rose once more to his feet, eliciting once more the maddening laughter, echoing with the whimpers of a thousand tortured souls. "And you will regret your words dearly."

Sepulchure wrenched at the bonds with all his might to no avail.



Sepulchure is in trouble and needs the distant sound of Doom Knights triumphing over Valtrith's minions to refuel his strength!

Great: Sepulchure turns the very shadows against Valtrith! Requires a minimum of 60% in the war.
Good: Sepulchure tears his way free! Requires a minimum of 45% in the war.
Poor: Sepulchure is impaled by Valtrith.


You have until Tuesday, warmongers. Get to work!



"Submit," Lord Valtrith murmured with an intimate relish. The darkness was an all-encompassing force that tore his neck and pulled his arms and legs to their snapping capacity, intent upon tearing the tyrant apart the way a lion ravages its quarry. All seemed lost before the unbridled might of the Baron, until Sepulchure heard a distant clatter in the distance... It was them. Legions upon legions of dark warriors crafted in his image and wielded blades of necrotic doom.

The sound rung through the hollow frame where Sepulchure's heart once lay. Strength filled him as it never had after that catastrophic Shattering five long years ago. But even more importantly, he realized...

"I AM DARKNESS!"

Valtrith's eyes widened as Sepulchure bent and twisted the very shadows that composed his body, demanding on a magical level that he be freed of his adversary's influence. The Doom Knight slammed a gauntlet-clad fist into the Baron's face with an audible crack. A shard of porcelain broke free of the Baron's mask and revealed a row of razor sharp teeth, hissing and spitting when Sepulchure descended upon Valtrith and slammed him again, and again.

His fist collided with enough force to make the air tremble and the earth quake, grasping the reeling Valtrith like a de-fanged snake- twisting and writhing to try and break free. Sepulchure spat, "You will NOT escape my wrath! I will tear you apart for your insolence and end your pitiful legacy here!"

A mouthful of thick and congealed blood erupted from the mouth of his quarry, and he melted into the shadows.

It burned like venom in the veins of a mortal. Sepulchure growled in indignation and swept his hand through the air as though pulling back a curtain of shadows. From the earth Valtrith was torn once more, flailing and howling as the very shadows that aided him were bent and twisted into his worst enemy.

Sepulchure tore his blade free of the earth where it had fallen as he ran to meet his fallen prey.

"You are a miserable fool, Valen..."

He brandished the blade of the Betrayer Prince above his head and roared his defiance to any who would tell him what he was, grasping the hilt in both hands and bringing down the blade only to find it meet black claws in a shower of sparks. "You cannot end what I am," Baron Valtrith hissed, "Valen! I am a nightmare! YOUR nightmare!"

"Only fools listen to dreams."

Steel bit and tore through the Baron like a metal fang as Sepulchure buried the blade to the hilt in Valtrith. The mighty Baron gave his all to lift himself off the sword that impaled him, yet he was lashed to the indifferent earth by that very blade.

"ENOUGH!"

A tide of darkness blasted the Doom Knight into a tree, splintering and falling from the weight of the blow. Baron Valtrith- his eyes aflame with the fear of a dying animal- rose to his feet and channeled the last of his strength into a whirling vortex of dark energy. It furiously ripped across the forest floor and engulfed Sepulchure in its tempest, and for a moment, it seemed the contest was over. But something stirred within the raging shadows.

Something massive.

"YOUR TIME IS UP, BARON VALTRITH!"

A snarling beast in the guise of Sepulchure craned its neck, spitting smoke and flame across the starless sky and dispelling the vortex with a sweep of its claws. It surged forth like the forerunner of death and smashed Valtrith through half of Darkovia- tree after tree splintering from the force of its charge- until the monster and its quarry met the earth. Sepulchure grasped him in his claws and shredded him in his hands as again and again he slammed him into the earth.

He didn't want to kill the Baron. He wanted to break him.



Looks like the game is just about decided. Thanks to your efforts, Sepulchure just annihilated Baron Valtrith! But there is no guarantee that our favorite Doom Knight will be able to prevent his quarry from escaping his clutches. This is where you come in once again.

Great: FINISH HIM! Requires a minimum of 100% in the war.
Good: Sepulchure reclaims the Baron's power. Requires a minimum of 80% in the war.
Poor: Baron Valtrith disappears into the night.

You have until Saturday morning, warmongers. Get to work!



"You will not win, Valen," the Baron choked, hanging limply as a broken rabbit in the jowls of its predator. "You will not have the satisfaction. The Master knows what game you are playing. I will stand above your mangled corpse and laugh at your betrayal! You will-!"

A blood curdling cry escaped the fiend as Sepulchure ripped through flesh and shadow alike. He kneaded and pulled and snapped with a sluggish detachment, indifferent to the howls of unimaginable pain as he took his time in tearing the beast apart. Liquid pooled from the Baron's riven body- crimson in sharp relief with the black and white of a bleak and starless night.

The spell upon the Doom Knight's frame dissipated and left a man, armor as red as the mangled mass before him, clutching a monster of legend. The Baron's mask was gone. The power within his core- a legion of elemental darkness- coalesced into rivulets of energy that traveled from his skin and into the Doom Knight. Scarlet gave way to black as Moon gives way to Sun within the Baron's eyes. They were shimmering with tears, and in them he could see a thousand lifetimes of regret.

He was weak.

Sepulchure let the Baron's body fall to the floor with a wet squelch, and he flexed his arms. His very muscle was rejuvenated- brimming with the powers he had so eagerly been awaiting. Yet there was something missing. He could taste it upon the air. A hunger unlike any he had ever known was awakened in Sepulchure, and he would not be satisfied until he had it.

"There is more! More of the Master's power lies out there, waiting to be taken!"

He whirled around to face the Baron and grasped the bloodied collar of his tunic. Leaning until his face was within an inch of his, the tyrant hissed, "There is more power! You know where it is! Tell me where it is or you shall suffer my displeasure for the rest of your miserable life."

"Don't... have... much... longer..."

"I could change that," Sepulchure whispered. He allowed the threat to hang upon the air for a moment. "Perhaps your minions would listen to me now, and consider for a moment how good it would be to finally eat fresh meat again."

"Mine... no... longer..."

"What?"

"The werewolves... Not mine... Thursday..."

"It does not matter, you imbecile!" Sepulchure grabbed the Baron and slammed him back into the earth. "Tell me where the Master's power is! You know who has it. You cannot lie to me, and I will do whatever it takes to wring the truth from your twisted tongue!"

The deadened eyes directly met those of Valen for the first time since Valtrith's fall, and he smiled. It was not a smile of joy, nor of vindication, but of humor in death's inevitable arrival. "You think you killed them all... You really think he's dead, don't you? The hero is his lapdog now... Half-elf indeed."

Valtrith's body slipped from the tyrant's fingers.

Pits of dread and mountains of fury formed a valley of finality in the tyrant. He allowed Valtrith to suffer peacefully through the throes of death as he walked without aim, drawn by the powers that be to the dark heart of Doomwood. The time had come. The tyrant would have his vengeance no matter how desperate the other was for Faerdin's salvation. First would be the Rune Knight. Then the hero and their blasted dragon. Then the world. In order to control the masses, the tyrant would need force.

So Sepulchure called for the shadows quivering in their corners of the world. He called for the darkness that carried the weight of the Elemental Planes upon its shoulders. He called, and it pooled into the blade within his hands. Silver turned to red and wood turned to bone. Tyrant turned to warden of his heart's prison- no different than those who came before him.

And so the darkness fell.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Begin Valen's story here.

< Message edited by Faerdin -- 6/21/2014 3:40:46 >
AQ DF MQ AQW Epic  Post #: 7
6/15/2014 21:46:10   
  Gingkage
Wolf Rider


There's a chill in the air. This is unusual. Usually the week leading up to Friday the 13th is electric, the excitement of all the warmongers filling the very air with energy. But not this time. This time the energy is low. Whispers barely reach my ears of something coming. They say that Amityvale is in danger. That lately more and more weres have been attacking. They say that an army has been amassing.

The forests of Doomwood are not my home. Amityvale is not my territory. Nonetheless, I hop onto Blaze's back and we head over there, purely to investigate. If there is substance to the rumors and whispers of rumors, then we will be there to lend what aid we can.

Beneath me, Blaze rumbles his displeasure. The wolf is pack. And it's territory. And we have left ours and invaded another's. Everything in his body language would tell me that he is very much not happy with me for asking this of him even if I wasn't connected so closely that I could feel what he sensed and felt. He's agitated. Ears constantly twitching and tail lashing. Though perhaps his agitation is a result of my own restlessness. The forests of Falconreach where I make my home are welcoming. The air is pleasant and there is food in plenty. The forests of Doomwood are oppressive. Closed. Everything that my beautiful forests are not.

Blaze stops suddenly, ears ceasing their twitching to stand tall atop his head. I don't even need to glance behind me to know that his tail is high. In moments, he's gone from agitated to alert. Focusing on that place in the back of my mind, the 'seat' of our bond, I can tell why. He smells our friends, companions, and fellow warmongers. The scent of leaves and forest with the tint of magic that is Faerdin. The scent of ink that always accompanies Aurauris wherever she goes. The electric current of magic that overpowers all else of Elryn. The magic and death that accompanies The Odor, a scent all necromancers carry with them. And the unique scent of Mritha and Melissa that, while impossible, I can only describe as 'purple.' Never mind that colors shouldn't have smells. It's the only description I have that comes close to being accurate. It would appear that I wasn't the only person who decided to investigate the whispers.

A more relaxed Blaze runs over to my friends, wagging his tail in greeting. He still isn't happy with being in these forests. As much as I am a warmonger, I hope that Friday the 13th will come and go without issue so that my friend and I can leave quickly. Neither of us will ever be at home in this place.

My hopes were soundly trampled, however, when the 13th did, in fact, come and brought with it an army. The tainted magic that follows Rose members filters in the back of my awareness and I let out an annoyed sound, very much like the snarl that Blaze himself is letting out. I was not happy to be fighting alongside them. I know that they have done a great deal of good in places, at least if the things people have been saying are true. But their hatred of all things magic extends to the bond between Blaze and myself, and this I cannot and will not tolerate. Shaking my head to clear it, I resolve to ignore them if at all possible and focus solely on the army in front of me. From the whispers of my fellows, these weres will be able to completely destroy Amityvale, which lacks the fortifications of Falconreach, in a week at most unless they are destroyed first. A feral smile crosses my face in anticipation of the war. Blaze, sensing my excitement, becomes excited himself, becoming more alert and tensing in readiness for the charge.

Closing my eyes, I summon my armor to me, feeling the hide cover me from the neck down. Reaching out my right hand, I summon my staff to me as well, closing my hand around the weapon as soon as it appears. The only thing left to do is tie my hair back. I don't have a helmet, as unsafe as that is, so there's nothing keeping my hair from blinding me in the midst of battle. Summoning my 'bag of everything' as I jokingly call it, I reach inside and grab a band that twists as I need it to. Dismissing the bag idly, I pull back the top part of my hair and, with a few deft twists of my fingers, have it restrained so as not to blind me. Preparations complete, I vault onto Blaze's back and look for the perfect place to strike.

Pointing my staff upwards, I unleash a burst of magic, arcing it towards the weres and landing amongst them. It has the desired effect as some of them scatter, trying to find the source of the attack. There! One of them is farther away from the rest. That is our target. Blaze is already moving almost before I'm consciously aware of the target, and I have already shifted myself to comfortably ride him in his ground eating run, gripping with my thighs and left hand. This monster is evidently not as brave as its fellows and it tries to run. Fool. No one has ever managed to outrun Blaze. Shifting slightly in our path, we take a route that will cut the monster off, Blaze vaulting over fallen monsters as needed. The sight of the monster, however, nearly has us pausing in confusion. What is that thing? It looks like some fool tinkerer decided to put a wolf's head on a bat's body. I had, in fact, thought it a bat from a distance. The hesitation lasts only moments, however, before we are again chasing it down. With a final leap, Blaze bears down on the monster, killing it in one bite. Turning even as he lands, we head towards another monster, a more recognizable werewolf. Leaping off as he lands from vaulting over some strange two-legged cat/thing, I run towards a second werewolf, dismissing my staff in favor of my dagger. Due to the size difference, instead of going immediately for the throat, I instead run past it, aiming to take it out at the legs. The plan is only partially effective. The were stumbles, but doesn't fall, and is able to clamp down on my shoulder with its own powerful bite. Shifting my grip on my dagger, I bring the hilt down as hard as I can on the back of its head, trying to make it let go. I already know that Blaze is running towards me as fast as possible to keep me from further harm, but in the meantime I do what I need to to first get this thing off of me and then kill it. While the first goal is easily accomplished, I will likely never know if it was myself or Blaze that brought the beast down.

Blaze is anxiously sniffing my shoulder, trying to get at the wound to clean it. I gently place a hand on his muzzle, letting him know that I'm fine. There's a reason that my armor is so thick, after all. While I can feel a few trickles of blood, and know that Blaze can easily smell it, the wound itself is likely shallow. I'm not worried about the bite. When the rumors of weres first reached my ears, I made sure to make many cures for lycanthropy, with a lot of help from potion mistresses. Lycanthropy is slow to take effect, so I know that I can fight for a few hours before I need to take it. Vaulting back onto Blaze's back, we head deeper into the fray, excitement thrilling through us both. This will be a grand war.
AQ DF MQ  Post #: 8
6/16/2014 5:16:42   
Sir Todd
Member

Something is wrong in the town of Amityvale
Monsters leak from the Doomwood forest trail

A band of were-creatures, or maybe a horde
To me, they're just another notch on my sword

I have fought titans from the deepest nightmare
This were-army seems weak, so why should I care?

Honestly though, this time we might not win
To stand by and watch should be a sin

The monsters never seem to stop attacking
Fellow Heroes, keep up the hack and slashing!

We won't lose this fight, stand strong
By the Avatars, I shan't be wrong!

I have saved Amityvale time and time again
Today is not the day to be slain

Let us fire sponges from the catapult
It is time to end another Doomwood assault

And what are the mighty sponges soaked in?
Glyceryl trinitrate, also called nitroglycerin

Thursday, I know I have been absent awhile
But I promise to win, so try to smile

How can you compare a puny wereliger
To the awesome might of a Dragonrider?

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6/16/2014 11:18:48   
  Starflame13
Moderator


Part one:

The sun was just brushing the treetops when a gryffin swooped downward, dispelling the last traces of morning mist in that section of the war camp. In a shimmer of golden feathers and silver magic, the creature shifted form and stepped forward as a half-elf, raising a hand in greeting to the few warriors remaining at the campfire, for, despite the early hour, many had already taken to the battlefield.

“Ohai, Starflame!” Came the cheerful greeting from a few feet above, as a young women hopped off her airfoil from above and set aside her Naginata to snug her Sister-in-arms. “Welcome to the battlefield!”

Starflame grinned and responded, “Hey, Miran! Sorry for missing the first day of fighting. How goes the war?” The two beacons moved closer to the campfire, discussing the various strategies for defending the town. Weapons and bits of armor were strewn across the area, mixed in with a various assortment of muffins, cupcakes, cookies, tankards of moglinberry cider, and cups of tea. Starflame reached out a hand and hefted the nearest battleaxe, testing its weight. “Do we have any good silver weapons sitting around? I need a new one.”

“Silver? Who uses SILVER weapons?” came a new voice. From one of the surrounding tents, a well-armored knight had emerged, yawning loudly.

Both girls waved in greeting to Riprose, although Starflame respond, with a slightly confused expression, “Um…. Everyone who’s fighting werewolves?”

Riprose blinked at her. “There are werewolves? Where?”

Miran and Starflame exchanged a glance. “You are aware there’s a war going on, right? Do we need to drag you out to the frontlines with us?”

Riprose blinked. “Depends. Is this a war for rewards, or for defense, or…”

Miran interrupted him. “It’s a war that if we don’t win in a week, we could lose Amytivale.” She and Starflame grinned as they watch his expression change. “So… you planning on joining in?”

The warrior stood there for a moment, then uttered a shout of disbelief and charged back into his tent. Miran and Starflame exchanged a grin, and Starflame set the battleaxe down outside the tent flap. “It’s a solid enough silver weapon. You’ll need it.”

“EWWWWWW, SILVER!” came the shout from within. Starflame sighed and was about to comment when Riprose charged back out of the tent, a blazing inferno with fireballs in either hand. “WEREWOLVES WILL DIE IN FIRE! I’M A PYRMONACER!!!!!"

Miran laughed and hopped back up on her airfoil. “I’m heading out. Need to take out a few more waves before he sets the entire forest ablaze!” She waved cheerfully and zoomed off. Starflame shook her head with a grin, grabbed the nearest silver sword, and charged off after her. “Save a few for me!”

Part 2:

It was much later in the day, yet on the battlefield everything was alit in the silvery glow of moonlight. The blurred outlines of the werewolves far outnumbered the glints that marked out the armor of warring heroes. Starflame had lost track of her companions, though she could hear their battle cries echoing even over the howls as she fought her way deeper into the fray. She ducked around the nearest wereliger, slamming it down and away with a blade, before hearing the tell-tale rasping sound of a werebat behind her. Whirling to face them, she saw not one, but four bearing down on her from different angles, determined for at least one to land a blow. Before Starflame could react, a rift opened behind the nearest one, leaving just enough room for the blade of a scythe to slide through and slice one of the werebats in two. Lightning fast, the same scythe appeared in rifts, taking out the entire hoard before a fellow warmonger stepped throw the rift, turning to stand back to back with Starflame as the weres attacked in a circle around them.

“Perfect timing, Bustichia,” came the greeting as Star dispatched a few werewolves with her blades. “I’d forgotten how much power the Riftwalkers held during wartimes.”

Bustichia shrugged, and impaled two of the nearest werewolves at once, causing the third to scamper backwards and out of range. “I keep telling you to try it out, Star. Now’s as good a time as any.”

Starflame shook her head. “You need to first train warrior in Oaklore, correct? My title non-withstanding, I don’t have that accomplishment.”

“You studied as a mage while in Oaklore?” A nod in response, another werewolf knocked flying through the air. “I tried that once, got irritated with some of the elements that were required to study.”

Starflame shrugged as she heard the swish of the scythe behind her, signaling the demise of at least one other were creature. “It leads to greater combinations and lets you build up plenty of power itself.”

Bustichia opened his mouth to respond, when a muffin shot across the battlefield and smacked the nearest werewolf directly on the snout. The two fighters turned to see a third warrior, clad as a DragonLord and easily dispatching the nearby fighters with his blade in one hand, and a seemingly never-ending supply of muffins in the other. “How long are you two going to stand there debating classes?" Called the new figure. "There’s a war going on!”

Starflame laughed at Starsaber’s battlefield greeting, waved to Bustichia as he vanished into another rift, then turned back to the DragonLord. “Heading to the front lines?”

“About to call together a group for a raid.” Came the reply, the warmonger turning and wading his way through the next several monsters. “Join in?”

“Sounds good to me! Let’s drive these monsters back once and for all!”


May or may not write a third part later, either way, let's drive back the monsters!

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AQ DF MQ AQW  Post #: 10
6/17/2014 17:05:43   
salene
Member

These are a collection of stories written from the perspective of the people and defenders of Amityvale before, and during the attack.





Un Jeu Du Chat Et De La Souris
A game of cat and mouse


Un Conte De Loup (A wolves tale)

Perspective: Inspector Rose, the supernatural department

The night was surprisingly cold as I left the small tavern in hunters paradise. I wrapped my leather cape tighter around myself, attempting to keep out the freeze that lay like crystalline daggers in the air around me. The Tavern behind me was small, made out of fresh cut cedar, and lit by oil candles hanging precariously from wrought iron rings in the window sills. "Dusty old place on the inside." Said a voice with a thick British accent. I turned quickly, daggers spinning out from my belt, and to the throat of the man. "Calm down lass." The man said again, his voice slightly quivering this time. "You shouldn't scare someone like that." I said, re-sheathing my daggers at my side. "Aye, a lesson told and true. Still, a senile old man like me deserves some pardon." The man said this with a deep chuckle, and as he did he slowly sat down on a log illuminated by torch light, and I finally saw his face. He certainly was old. His skin clung to his bones, draped like a curtain over his entire body. His eyes were dull blue and tired, almost clouded, with age. He seemed very frail, and every time he breathed I imagined him shattering into millions of little pieces. He wore a black leather bowler cap, and some sort of long leather robes with a fur trim. In his hand he also held an Ivory cane, with a dagger tactfully hidden in a small compartment at the tip. "So is there a reason you stopped me from going along my way?" As I said this my hand unconsciously gravitated to the dagger at my waist. He smiled at me, his demeanor less than friendly. "Just to have a little chat. Do you believe in were-wolves?" I looked at him, trying to discern if he was joking or not. "Why, I suppose so. I have fought were-wolves before, and creatures similar, but I haven't seen one in ages." The old man shook his head slowly, all the time keeping eye contact. "My dear, have you not read the moon, have you not listened to the cries that unsettle the mighty deadwoods themselves. The children of the night are rising. And tonight they reach full power!" The man stood at this, coughing violently. I smiled at him. The ramblings of an old man meant little to me. By now, the old man had stopped coughing. He looked me dead in the eye, and with a crooked smile and a demented laugh he said "No one is safe my dear, can you hear the screams?" I smiled, beginning to walk away. He just smiled at me as I walked. He shook his head, and as my form diminished in the shadows, his eyes flashed gold...

Bois Eveillés (Awakened Woods)

Perspective: Town citizen, Carnatia Le Fotain

I smiled, staring through my window into the starry sky outside, illuminated by a fledgling moon. My mother had left to cut us some firewood in order to fuel our small kitchen fireplace. I knew she would be back shortly. She always came back. Shadows danced around my room, playing with me. Finally I saw my mother walk into the woods, axe in hand, bundled up tight in warm attire. She walked across our weather beaten front yard, and was soon swallowed by the shadows at the edge of the woods. I laughed as I saw a flock of birds fly from the woods, screeching at an unseen terror. It was late now, and my mother had not returned. Was she okay? I knew action had to be taken, so I donned by warmest ware, and silently stepped out of the house, my small form making my shadow like a giant. The air was cold and bitter as I trudged through it, biting my exposed skin and whispering for me to turn around. I wasn't scared though, I was a big girl. The edge of the woods was where my mothers foot prints ceased, covered by the soft absorbent pine needles on the ground. The forest was dead silent, with the only sound coming from the wind carving its way through patches of dirt and foliage. I heard a purr close to me and turned. Nothing. Just silent, dark forest. I took a deep breath and ventured forward, barely daring to breath. I heard another sound and turned once more. Nothing. I shook my head, trying to stay focused. I was tired, and I was letting all of the shadows get to me. These woods were perfectly safe. The only bad thing in here are those loud birds that always wake me in the morni-*snap*- my thoughts were interrupted by a breaking twig, and I looked once more. A large wolf blocked my way home. It had large, silky silver fur, and iridescent yellow eyes, tinged with gold and pure, deep blue. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. My eyes were mesmerized in his, and I couldn't look away, couldn't move, couldn't run. The moon came above the tress then, smiling down at me. The wolf came closer, my eyes still locked to his. There was a beauty in him. A ferocious, feral, wild beauty. I sank to my knees, the wolf was now only a foot away. His eyes were haunting, glowing from beneath his blood matted fur. I finally resisted him, and closed by eyes, and the last thing I felt were razor sharp pairs of searing incisors tearing into my very soul, his eyes, still watching me...

Garnison Clair De Lune (Moonlight Garrison)

Perspective: Town defender Amon

The town was a disaster. Destroyed, empty, and ransacked. The only remaining thing left was the iron tower me and the other town defenders stood upon now. Undersoul stood next to me, blue glowing blade drawn and held out. Next to him was the blue rune knight Faerdin, broadsword positioned upright in his left hand. On my other side, Salene stood, daggers continually spinning in small circles. Next to her, Warmonger starsaber stood, resting his weight on the rapier in his hand. Others patrolled below, accompanied only by their thoughts, and the silence of the woods. "Anyone see anything?" I asked, voice husky and rough after shouting all day. "Not yet," Fae said, hands cupped around his eyes, imitating a telescope "Although the woods are stirring on Starsabers side." I nodded to the rune knight, thanking him. I then turned to Starsaber, who was straining to see a patch of forest a few. "What have you found?" "I'm not sure yet, we need a closer view to truly discern whats happening down there." Your right. I silently cursed under my breath. No one wanted to be down there right now. "Me and Undersoul will go down to check it out. Fae and Salene will follow us, in order to make sure no one attempts to sneak up on us. The rest of you stay up here, and make sure everything okay down there." Everyone nodded. Me and Undersoul climbed the rusty ladder down, our knuckles white from the strain, and the cold. The ground below was damp from the mist, and splattered unceremoniously with the blood of the fallen. Wooden stakes surrounded us, protecting us from the creatures outside.

I will continue this later. My writings rubbish write not because my hands are tired. SO I suppose I will follow the cliche and say...

To be continued! (Very, Very, Very soon!) ((hopefully))



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AQ DF AQW  Post #: 11
6/17/2014 21:52:36   
deatharrows
Member

Bulls Eye: A Heart of Gold and a Moon of Cheese
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MEMO: The following is a special edition of the story Bulls Eye. It takes place in the present, while the main story takes place in the past and recollects the tales of Deatharrows. The story will not require any previous knowledge of the series. I hope you enjoy it!!!!
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Part 1
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It was a cold night in Doom Wood. Cold enough to give a man goose bumps. Doom Wood was a land of endless undead, but tonight, something was different. In-fact , for the past week or so, Doom Wood had been crawling with were creatures. From werewolves, to werelions, to weremonkeys, they were there. However, nigh were these creatures standing idly by. No, they were launching a war. Within this war, a small cat wearing a hat roamed the battlefield.

While it was walking, a werelion prepared to pounce. Just as it jumped, the cat turned around and sliced out the beast's heart. The were creature turned to dust as it's heart was disintegrated in the cat's hand. The cat felt some level of regret though. For under that beastly form, that were beast was a man. The same applied to the cat. Once upon a time, the cat roamed the land on two legs. Also, applying to the cat, it once was a man under the form of a beast, not a man under a house pet.

One imagines that do to experiencing lycanthropy, he would feel pity for these creatures. One would be correct. However, more than anything this cat despised these creatures. They were utterly weak in his eyes. "Giving up resistance and embracing their form, how weak." he thought. "I, Deatharrows, am stronger than that." Deatharrows stated aloud. Deatharrows had a purpose on that night. He would put these creatures out of their misery in the only way he could think of. "I'll kill them all and turn the moon to cheese!" He thought.

Deatharrows had devised a plan to kill off a few were creatures, and save the rest by changing their power source, the moon, into cheese. To do this, Deatharrows would need the help of a mad man. Someone who didn't care about how ridiculous his idea was. "Cysero." Deatharrows stated aloud. Cysero was the only person who could accomplish such a feet as he needed. Suddenly a crowd of werewolves lead by and alpha werewolf ambushed him. Deatharrows pounced and systematically slit their throats. "I still kinda feel for them." he thought. "Not everyone has the power to resist such a strong disease." So Deatharrows kept walking on his for legs. His goal, to destroy a constellation and save a population.
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Part 2

Radioactive sponges exploded in the distance as Deatharrows wandered the battle field. He remembered the days of old, when he had challenges to face, goals to meet. All that when out the drain when the- *ink spill* was destroyed in the *ink spill*. Then he became a cat after joining M.O.P to seek an honest living. Now, whilst waiting for those accursed witches to finish their cure, he wandered. In this large amount of he was allotted by the avatars, he sought out a way to help people. Under his exterior of cute, fluffy fur, and battle hardened killer claws, he sought a purpose, and that purpose was to help people and make a true difference.

During his long, depressing walk, Deatharrows was ambushed by a group of battle hardened warmongers. Amongst them were the likes of the hand of Dragonman, Mirror Dragonman, the cousin of a legendary hero, Baron Monte (equipped with his trusty meat broad sword), and the ambitious warrior, Azan. "Hurry, Dragonman is counting on us!" Mirror (Mirror Dragonman's name shortened) said with an anxious tone. "Relax," Azan said, "we got this. We'll just keep slashing through each monster we see. Speaking of which, would you try taking down one werebat Monte? Your brining shame to Baron *ink spill* name." At that, they looked at a shaking young man, clad in armor obviously to heavy for him.

"L-look," the young man stuttered, "I can't do this! I'm not a warrior like *ink spill*! I just want to go home!" The other two shook their heads. However, the young man, Monte, noticed something. He saw Deatharrows. "Hey, look guys!" He shouted. "It's a cat! Let's find it's owner!" At this, the other two sighed. "Alright monte." Azan said. "We'll go ahead and save this cat." Upon hearing that, Deatharrows remembered that he still looked like a house cat. "Aw crud." He thought to himself. "They think I'm a stray and I need to be returned to my non existent owner."

Out of the blue, a great massive werehyena appeared. "Oh no, a werehyena!" said Mirror with concern. "It's on our side, right ron?" Asked Monte. "One," said Azan. "My name is Azan. Huh, I felt de javu for a moment. It's like I just stated my name a moment ago. Anyway, two, NO, IT'S A MASSIVE MONSTER WITH AN IMPECCABLE ABILITY TO TELL THE NEWS!" Azan shouted, oddly infuriated by the question. Monte began crying. "Oh, by the Avatars." Azan said, regretting his action. "Monte, I'm sorry. It's just this war is stressful. I mean both Mirror and I have tons at stake here."

After finishing his emotionally touching discussion with Monte, Azan realized that the cat was gone, and the werehyena was chasing it. "Really?" said Azan, feeling utter annoyance at the situation. And so the group gave chase. The warmongers were right behind the wereheyna, and the wereheyna was right behind Deatharrows. Meanwhile, a note arrived at a burnt tent in the middle of the woods, carrying plans for a laser to convert stellar rock into cheese. A man grinned at this.

Your probably thinking, "Narrator, I want you to have all my money, and my car." Either that, or you want to know how this tale ends. Well I'll leave that up to you. Vote on these four options bellow in the War Stories Discussion Page.

Option A: The warmongers save Deatharrows and confront the werehyena in a decisive battle

Option B: The chase continues whilst Cysero completes the laser, but something goes wrong

Option C: Deatharrows implements the skills that come from having the job of being an Assassin.

Option D: Monte casts magic missile and rolls the dice for +5 damage

Lack of Vote Alternative: I use one of these or make something in case no one votes.
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Part 3

In the dark of night, the moon staring down from in the sky, a small group of heroes chased a hideous werebeast. They were in the fast forests of Doomwood, dashing through the trees. They were tall and armored, except for Monte, who was plump and in mage clothes. The creature was far more cunning, physical, and famous than it's brethren. For it was the all feared werehyena. It not only killed with ease, but told the news better than anyone else. It was hunting an even more dangerous beast though. Unbeknownst to it, the cat it was chasing was none other than Deatharrows, the slayer of *ink spill*.

"I can't outrun this thing." Deatharrows thought. "Maybe I can crawl up in a tree." Whilst he thought, the beast had silently snuck up behind him and attempted to grab him. Deatharrows narrowly evaded. "The stupid mutt almost got my hat." he thought. Meanwhile the heroes Azan, Mirror, and Monte were still trailing Deatharrows and his assailant. "We'll never catch it!" Azan sputtered, low on breath. "If only one of us had a ranged attack." stated Mirror, also low on breath. Monte stayed silent. His reasons were quite complex.

Monte bore a secret with him. He had a power that he knew, one that could easily defeat the beast, but if it were to fail, they would all surely die. "It has to be worth mentioning." Monte thought. "G-guys!" Monte said. "What?" asked Azan "I have a way to catch the monster." said Monte. "There's a chance it could back fire though." "Monte, I have nothing but faith in you." said Azan. "You might not be the strongest or the most athletic, but I know you can do this." "I trust you to." said Mirror. "Ok then!" said Monte. If his friends had faith in him, then he couldn't let them down.

Meanwhile, back at the tent, Cysero was putting the finishing touches on his laser, when the sound of a howl surprised him, causing him to accidentally bump it. From his collision with the machine, a screw fell loose. "Well it's ready." said Cysero, gazing at his machine with pride. "Time to test this baby out." Cysero proceeded to press a button on the laser. The machine was charging when it started turning rapidly. "Uh-oh." said Cysero.

From the trees around the tent emerged Deatharrows, the werehyena, and the heroes. "In hind sight, going through that portal might have been a mistake." thought Deatharrows. "I've gone all the way to Warlic's old tent. Wait, is that the laser?" The cheese laser finally stopped spinning, and pointed directly at Deatharrows and the others. The laser was going to fire and there was no way the could escape it's blast. Monte had prepared his plan. "Here goes nothing." he thought aloud. Out of his pockets, he drew a pair of die and rolled them. The numbers on the die would determine the fate of a cat, three heroes, and a werehyena.

The die both read 6. Monte was suddenly filled with Mana, almost overloading with it. He shouted a phrase with utter power. "Magic Missile!" he roared. Out of his hands came a large ball of mana. The ball soared into the laser and the machine collapsed. Suddenly cheese started raining from the sky. The werehyena was secretly allergic to cheese, and passed out on the spot. "Great job Monte!" both of Monte's companions happily cried. "Yeah, nice going Monte." said Cysero. "Wait who are you."

While the group was distracted by Cysero and the rain of cheese, Deatharrows vanished into the shadows. "Well that idea was pretty far fetched." he thought to himself as he wandered back to Doomwood. "I'm starting to go just as crazy as she was." Deatharrows thought this with some sadness. "I remember my old friends, the life of adventure, the life of fame. Or more accurately infamy. It's sad to leave it, but after what I saw, I knew that I had more important things than fighting for the people. I had to fight for myself, fight for her. One day, when I'm dead, I'll see you, and you'll be happy."

From there, Deatharrows returned to the croft. His friends, or as he continues to call us "acquaintances" called his story cheesy. He shrugged it off. However, for as cheesy as this venture was, Deatharrows felt that his goal was still a worthy one, and had been fulfilled. He taught a mage how to have faith in himself, and he brought yet another hero into existence. As long as there was a single dark curse, a tortured villain, or a dastardly conspiracy, Deatharrows would keep fighting. He would fight to prevent tragedy like he had seen.

P.S. Don't tell Death I wrote this down. He'll gut me if he knew I'm documenting the stuff he told me.

-Sincerely
LFAL

also TEH ENDZ!!!!!!
Post your ideas for the next part in the discussion page! I may use a reoccurring idea or just write it out myself. Thanks for reading!

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6/18/2014 20:45:52   
Azan
Member

Here comes the night

My dear fellow Warmongers,
Here comes the night.
As the sun sets the shadows engulf the light.
Everywhere in the dark our enemy growls;
Making the earth tremble with mighty howls.

Here comes the night.
Once again our world is in danger;
Once again we are attacked by a stranger.
Under the moonlight, until the end, we shall fight.

Here comes the night.
A time where we must battle with all our might;
A time where victory and defeat are both in sight;
No matter if you’re a free player, a DA holder or an Archknight.


My dear fellow Warmongers,
Here comes the night.
Remember that if we fail Amityvale will forever be gone;
So everybody BATTLEON!

Signature removed. Please do not use your signature in the Archive. Thank you! -Faerdin

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Post #: 13
6/19/2014 10:16:53   
AlkaNephrite
Member

I had a random idea while warring with a secondary. This was the result. My God, I should really stop writing this late...
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“You know, staves aren’t supposed to be dual-wielded, right?”

A snort.

“Neither are chainsaws but that hasn’t stopped Catherine from doing it.”

A pause.

“…touché.”

A hiss.

“Oh come on! Another werebat? Seriously?”

A snicker.

“Personally, I think they exist just to annoy everyone off the field.”

A burst of power. A screech of pain. A sudden yelp.

“Ow! Geez, get it off of me!”

A roar. A crackle of flame.

“There. Got it off you.”

An annoyed huff.

“Yeah. And singed my robes for good measure.”

Another snicker.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

A muttered oath.

“Y’know, Lua, sometimes, I seriously want to kill you, get your hide and make a coat out of it. This is one of those times.”

A laugh.

“Aww. Love you too, Amy.”

A sigh.

“Of course you do… hey, do you think getting bitten by a werebat’ll turn me into a werebat?”

A brief pause.

“Doubt it. You got charmed for, like… everything. Werecows, werewolves, weresalmon, weremosquitoes – heck, I think you even got yourself a tattoo that – “

A sudden smack of wood against hard-packed soil. A surprised yelp.

“I get it! I’m never gonna turn into a werewolf then. Awesome.”

A sigh.

“You didn’t have to freeze my tail, you know! … Hey, why the face? Don’t tell me you actually wanted to become – wait a second, did you read - ”

A long sigh.

“Yeah, I know, those books are real stupid but…”

A gasp.

“Holy mother… you actually read those stupid books?! Amethyst, I thought you were better than – WEREWOLF!”

A snarl. A hastily incanted spell. A rustle of something heavy crashing against a tree. An exhausted sigh.

“I hate it when they do that!”

A sputter.

“You should! Seriously, you should just hate them in general. Do not fall for their sappy propaganda! You see one, you blast it with silver! End of story!”

A whine.

“But the romance!”

A growl.

“ – is cheesy and unrealistic! Grow up, Amy!”

A huff.

“I thought dragons were supposed to be respectful to their Dragonlords…”

A snicker.

“Not when their Dragonlords read bad romance. Seriously, I don’t want that stuff leaking into my consciousness, thank you very much. Your mental presence is annoying enough as it is.”

Another thud of wood against the soil. Another loud, indignant yelp. A resigned sigh.

“… shut up Luandra.”

An angry stream of insults mostly regarding the mage’s unhealthy obsessions and bad taste in music and all things decent.

“I will when you finally stop it with the mental earworms, you - ”

A scream. A pause. A flutter of wings.

“Was that a – ?”

A symphony of noise.

“It is. Let’s go!”
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The sound of heavy breathing fills her ears as the shadows lengthen around her tree. She dares a peek.

And recoils.

- dark, shaggy fur -

It roars.

She screams, covers her ears, retreats further up her tree.

Crack.

She falls, arms flailing. Lands in a heap of torn cloth and fractured bones. She opens her eyes and sees, through a haze of pain and fear -

- muscles rippling on the body of a monster, scraps of scarlet cloth clinging like stains across its matted fur –

Another roar. She tries to stand. Stumbles. Crawls.

It leaps. Lands in front of her until it is all she sees.

- foul breath, massive teeth, saliva dripping from its maw, massive yellow eyes –

/ohnopleasedon’thurtmepleasepleasepleasedon’thurtmeI’mlostmymommywantsmeIdon’twannadiepleasepleasepleasedon’tkillmeplease/

A dark blur crashes against its side, followed by a flashing silver bolt.

It screams, falls. Burnt.

She curls into a ball.

“You okay, kid?”

Lilac robes, embellished with amethysts. A staff topped by a massive ring, glowing the palest blue. Another wand, like a short silver rapier, tucked at her belt. Brown curls, set in an updo. Dark eyes, furrowed with concern.

“Kid?”

The dark blur flutters to the girl’s side, nuzzles her knee.

Deep violet scales, pale lavender wings, dark red eyes.

It opens its mouth.

- Teeth and fangs and oh no no nono -

She curls up tighter.

And screams.

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“Oh my – kid, it’s okay. That’s just Lua, my dragon. She’s harmless, I tell you… bit of a jerk but – ”

She's wailing.

What are we gonna do, Amy? We can’t just leave her here, she’ll get killed!


“Look, kid, I’m not gonna hurt you, alright? Stop – just please stop crying. Here, I’ll take you to safety if you’ll just quiet down.”

What? Amy, we’re miles away from town! God, I haven’t even seen any of the other heroes around this part of the woods!

/Lua, it’s fine. Don’t worry./

What, are you seriously thinking of fighting your way to town? We’re neck deep into the woods and even if we find the right path, we’ll be fighting through scads and scads of werewolves all while carrying along a seven-year old kid. You’ll get her killed or-or scar her for life!

/Look Lua, I’m not that stupid. I’ll teleport us both out of the woods/

…you do know that Amityvale is Rose territory, right?

/…drat. Well, I’ll just teleport us to the nearest war camp and have her stay there ‘til the war ends or her parents come along or something./

…do you really want to damage this kid, Amy? The war camps? Are you nuts?

/I’m sure they’ll behave around a kid! They’re all decent people and-and they’ll probably give her some muffins and a cake while she’s there!/

…yeah, sure they will. Go on and believe that.

/Have a little faith, Lua! They’re good people./

Yeah. Not sane but, yeah. They’re all good.

/Shut up./


“Alright, how about this, kid. I’ll take you somewhere safe, somewhere away from all the monsters, and you can tell me where your parents are so I can bring you to them?”

A sniffle. A cough.

“R-really?”

“Really.”

A hiccup.

“Even away from that… Lua?”

A laugh.

/Heard that, Lua? She doesn’t like you/

Shut up, Amethyst.


“Even away from Lua, yes. What’s your name, hon?”

Another sniffle.

“I’m Lily.”

“Nice to meet you Lily. I’m Amy. Now, where are you from?”

Another hiccup.

“Falconreach. Mommy and me were s’posed to deliver potions to the war-camps.”

A quick, silent sigh of relief.

“That’s good to hear. Now, how did you get here, Lil?”

A silent sob.

“I slipped and the monsters heard me and they came and mommy told me to run and-and started to fight them off before I got lost and the monster found me and-“

Her words dissolve into incoherent babbling.

“Shhh. It’s alright kid – Lily. I’ll get you home. Can you walk?”

The babbling stops with a cough.

“I don’t think so… I fell and my legs hurted and-“

“It’s okay kid, it’s all okay. Come here, I’ll carry you.”

Are you sure about that? You can't cast one-handed.

“You will?”

“Of course!”

/It’s fine, Lua. I’ll just teleport us to the camps. It won’t be hard. Now, just keep the monsters away from us./

Roger that.


“Okay then… but what about my mommy?”

“I’ll get her for you... now, what’s her name and what does she look like?”

“Mary. Mommy’s name is Mary. She’s tall and with really pretty hair and has a sword and-“

“What color is her hair?”

“It’s just like mine. She’s wearing a red dress and has really pretty eyes – like the sun! – and she has a necklace, just like this, only hers has her name on it.”

“Tall, dark hair, yellow – or maybe hazel – eyes and a personalized Defender’s Medal. Okay then, I‘ll find her for you. But listen… I won’t be able to find her while carrying you around. I can’t fight monsters with just one hand. So what I’m gonna do is, I’m gonna bring you to the war-camps,
you’ll stay there and be good, while I’ll look for your mommy. Will that be okay?”

“…will you really find her?”

“Of course I will! I’m a hero and that’s what I do. Now come here –gosh, kid, you’re heavy. Now, I’m gonna teleport us to the war-camps –do you know what teleporting is?”

“Yeah… mommy was trying to learn how to do it but daddy was the only one who could when they practiced and-“

“-That’s great, kid. So you know what to expect then?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright. Hold my hands and in three… two… one…”
---POP!---
“That kid was a handful!”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” Pause. “How were the guys at the camp?”

“They were all great. One of them said she’ll watch after her until I find her mom.”

“Huh. No trying to infect her with the warloving spirit? Heheh...”

“Not yet. She’s a little too young for that. Any luck finding Ms. Mary while I was gone?”

“Haven’t seen anyone like that around her and I flew about ten miles around the place; nothing but were-corpses and wandering heroes around here.”

“And? Did any of the heroes see her?”

“Doesn’t look like it. I’ve been asking everyone I met, even the ones without Amulets.”

“It’s okay. I have a few spells that might work.”

“Since when did you know tracking spells?”

“Since five minutes ago. Someone was nice enough to teach me one.”

“Huh. Don’t you need something that belongs to Ms. Mary to find her, though??

“I’m using a different version. Look here, this is one of Lily’s hairs. The spell I’m gonna use is gonna look for the closest blood relative, in this case, Ms. Mary.”

“Are you even sure that’ll work?”

“No. I only just learned the spell, after all. But I think it’ll work.”

“Oh you.”

“Love you too, honey-bun,” Pause. “Watch my back, alright? This’ll take some time to cast and I don’t wanna get distracted.”

“Roger that.”

An incantation. A pulse of power. A resonating hum filling the air.

“Saliksik!”

A powerful burst of magical energy. A sudden crackle of light.

“…so we’ll just follow the fire?”

“Duh.”

A sudden yelp.

“Don’t be like that, you meanie. For all I know, that spell gave you her coordinates or something.”

“You didn’t have to bite, you know. And isn’t following the fire the obvious thing to do? I mean, that spell did summon it.”

“Yeah, sure, but the obvious isn’t always the right thing to do, you know. I mean, remember the time – “

A thud of wood against soil. An indignant yelp.

“…you promised to never speak of that.”

“You didn’t have to freeze my tail!”

“’Course I did. Hey, we’re almost there. Okay, so there she…”

“…is.”
---
It was the werewolf that had attacked Lily earlier. Warily, she touched it with her staff.

“This is…”

A glint of silver caught her eye.

“Oh no…”

It was a medal, poking out from the layers of matted fur, just like the ones in her pack. Only this one was different. On this one was written:Mary Alrain

“So…” her voice shook. “This is Ms. Mary…”

The dragon quivered even as she hovered above the wolf-corpse.

“What are we gonna do…?” Amy was shaking now, clutching her staff like it was her lifeline.

“I thought… I didn’t… I forgot…”

“Amy! Calm down!”

Nonetheless, Amy babbled on. “I thought we were just fighting a monster… I forgot… I didn’t think…”

“We didn’t know, okay? Calm down!”

She faced her dragon, her eyes wide and fearful. “What are we gonna tell her?”

What were they going to tell her? “I…I don’t know.”

Amy giggled, all of a sudden, her eyes still wide. “You know what this means, right Lua?”

Lua looked scared. “What?”

“It means that… basically… I killed her mother,” she laughed, hysterical. “How am I gonna tell her though? How am I supposed to tell Lily that I, her supposed ‘hero’, was the one who killed her mom?”

Lua had no answer.

It had been such a long time since they thought of it that they had almost forgotten that werewolves had once been human, things cursed to be what they weren't, to the point that killing them was a mercy. It was a mercy.

... right?
---
In short, this means that I really -really- need to stop writing when its late. I hate myself. *slumps* BTW, kudos to anyone who gets the reference.

< Message edited by AlkaNephrite -- 6/19/2014 10:37:18 >
Post #: 14
6/19/2014 14:48:20   
dragon_monster
Member

This is a story about my secondary...
---
The air smells of death and a creature full of rage is rampaging the battlefield with many rose soldiers dead or very injured and a lone soldier remined on the battlefield.
"You damn werewolf I will kill you" The soldier attacked trying to trust his sword in the werewolf's chest a mistake and the creature jumped over him trusted his claws in the soldiers back with the poor human screaming of pain the wolf man prepared to bite the neck of his victim. In that moment a beam of light hit him form his side destroying his heat and lungs killing the werewolf.
"Pathetic as all of you are I can not bellive you were so sucesful in this 5 years you can not even kill an avarege werewolf" said the young redhead in interesting clothes as she put her hands on the back of the rose soldier and healed his tissue his bones and his spine in a way like they were never hurt.
"You are Tenol the rogue do you know you have a bounty so big that you can have mountain of" says the Rose soldier with the hand on his sword.
"Good luck trying to take it." says the redhead with a smirk on her face.
Suddenly a pack of 10 werewolves from the darkness of the forest with rage in their eyes and start attacking Tenol an attack that did not happened as the the bests were stunned a stun that happened because they were stuck in time a skill Tenol the timekiller knew very well.
"Do you still wanna attack me now because what I showed you is just a smart part of what I can." threatening the rose soldier, a action that was followed by 10 flashes of light that killed the werewolves.
AQ DF MQ  Post #: 15
6/20/2014 10:23:19   
  Stephen Nix
Penguin Lore Keeper (DF)


Wonder What Has Stephen Nix Been Up To?

The scene starts off in the creepy lands of Doomwood, where 3 Amityvale folks tell each other a ghost story to outdo the others tale. But the story that one of them will tell, is truer than you could imagine. Each person is sitting on a log, cooking marshmallows and sipping on a glass of Moglinberry juice, while bundling themselves with blankets to keep warm. Lugosi, the weaponsmith whom has closed up shop for the evening, carries onto a flashlight to only eliminate himself as he finishes his story. Let's peek in, shall we?

Just keep telling yourself, I do not have any fears. Trust me, it'll help.

Lugosi: And THAT is when Cysero told the Hero......."Hero, I AM YOUR FATHER!"
The Other 2: Boooooooooo!
Lugosi: What?
Rosemary: We're supposed to be telling each other a ghost story, not something that happened last week! *giggles*
Villager Stan: Yeah that was pitiful, we expected something to scary us, not make us laugh.
Lugosi: Well, I'd like to see you guys try better! I mean, come on, were out here in the middle of Doomwood.
Rosemary: Thankfully, I have Wednesday taking her time away from politics to aiding me at the Inn, so she's there right now.

Suddenly a loud wolf howl is heard throughout the forest.

HHHHOOOOOOWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL

Lugosi: WHAT WAS THAT!?!? *jumps out of his blanket*
Rosemary: That must have been a wolf or something, maybe we aren't safe here...
Lugosi: *flexes his muscles and takes out a Nightstar and starts to swing it around in protection* We have nothing to fear everyone, I'll protect us if we do encounter a ghastly ghoul!
Rosemary: *rolls her eyes* My Hero... *sighs*
Villager Stan: It'll be ok, but the story I have to tell ya... is truer than truth itself.
Rosemary: Hey! I thought we were telling each other made up stories?
Villager Stan: #BlameLugosi.
Rosemary: Fair enough, continue.
Villager Stan: *takes the flashlight from Lugosi and shines it on himself* How long has it been? 2 month? No. 6 months? Nope. A year? *grins* Indeed. Our floppy villain has been in hiding for such a long time but something has changed about him, something dark, something, scaaaaaaaaaary.
Lugosi: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME. *gets smashed in the head with lantern by Rosemary*

Villager Stan: As I was saying, the title of my terrifying tale is... "Cold as Ice, a story of FEAR!"




The story takes place 3 months after Nix's last plan, which was teaming up with the Dragons, dragonkin and the Rose to eliminate the heroes. Alone in Nix's defeat he waddled away from the heroes.

Mritha: *cheers* HE DID IT!!!!! Victory!
All Heroes of the Freedom Camp: YEEEAHHHH!!!!!

As celebrations were heard from behind him, Nix waddled away until he arrived in a dark forest where everything changed.

Play this song if you so wish, you do not have to.

Stephen Nix: Where? Where am I?

Nix had stepped into a forest that no longer existed. The field where Nix was standing, rose into the skies, to what felt like outer space.

Stephen Nix: I- I don't understand. Master? Is that you? *points to a darkness orb floating on the other side of the field* I swear sir, I tried. They were just too much.

SILENCE!!!

Suddenly 3 shadows were formed from the darkness orb. One in the shape of a giant snake, one in a shape of a bat and the other in a shape of a goblin.

GRrrreeeetings Nixxx

Stephen Nix: Wwwwhoo? Who are you? What are you?

WE ARE NAMELESS!

We are here to teach you something special.......so sppppppecial.

A new talent you might say!

And you will change drassssssstically.

Stephen Nix: I do not need to listen to the likes of you three, now send me home AT ONCE!

BROTHERSSSSS, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO FOOL AROUND, LET USS FORM INTO SOMEONE THAT HE MAY RECOGNIZE!

Agreed, this one is too stubborn to listen to us like this...

The 3 shadows form one giant shadow with a purple hue around it....you may know whom that is based on that description.

???: Allow me to introduce myself! I am the night's terror, the one whom waits upon death and the one whom always sees.
Stephen Nix: *steps back in disbelieve and trips over his webbed-feet* VOIDSTAR!
Voidstar: Hello Stephen. Do you remember me?
Stephen Nix: *stands* No. Should I? I've heard all about you. You are the Darkness Avatar for the Dark Lord. You are not violent, you just say creepy things to get people off your back! *turns around in disgust as a giant snowflake appears in front of him and forms a giant ice creature*
???: FOOLISH ONE!
Stephen Nix: KYANOS! What is this? What do you things want with me? I'm just an undead penguin.
Kyanos: Still toying with this one brother? *screeches to Voidstar*
Voidstar: I have not had the chance to tell him yet!
Kyanos: Then I shall begin. Stephen, we are here to tell a story of someone we have been spying on for a very long time?
Stephen Nix: Me????? Why me?
Kyanos: Remember Penguin...when you were young?

The field where they stand transforms to the day where Nix made the choice of taking a particular book from a wise old penguin...

Stephen Nix: Oh there I am, bold and curious about my new found powers. I was so happy, just look at me! *points to the cloudy memory of himself*
Stephen Nix: Hey wait a second, how did we go back in time?
Voidstar: In this universe we can go forward or backwards. We are currently on a time ring! This ring has been well above L.O.R.E. for thousands of years.
Kyanos: It can also show us your thoughts as well. Essentially as we are the beings controlling this time ring, we can easily let go and you will fall where you stand.

Nix looks below him and sees Earth...

Kyanos: But I doubt you would survive to tell the tale of this day.
Kyanos: Now let us move forward with this. Watch, half penguin!

quote:


Old Penguin: I am working on my Black Pedia. Here young penguin, allow me to grab it for you. *waddles away when he has a moment and transforms into Voidstar*


Stephen Nix: *stares at the cloud in disbelief* !!!!!!!!!!!
Stephen Nix: B-but you....how can you.......why would you.....
Stephen Nix: *turns around and furiously runs towards Voidstar trying to throw every magic spell at him* YOU MADE ME INTO THIS!?!!???! WHY?
Voidstar: We choose you, you are our agent, our test subject.
Stephen Nix: YOU KNEW ABOUT THE PAGE DIDN'T YOU? *fights back his tears*
Kyanos: It was a necessary precaution yes, we tore the page in half to, *snarls* "create you".
Stephen Nix: MONSTERS! I am hated by my family, no one respects me, and I am forever to dwell without anyone else in my life to accept me. Do you have any idea what you have done?
Voidstar: Shush Stephen. It does not always look too bleak. Look *points to a jumble of memories that Stephen has had*

As each image is shown, Voidstar explains...

The Z-Virus, and the Welcome Giving, just to name a couple. I was there, take the Welcome Giving for example...

quote:


Dr. Voltabolt: I'll leave vith a prezent for za heroez!

Hands Nix a little box

Stephen Nix: Seriously?.....arg whatever!

Voltabolt blasts through the door and uses his Techno-Turkey to slowly escape!


Nix continues to watch as Voltabolt and the Techno-Turkey transforms into Voidstar...

Stephen Nix: You have been literally everywhere.
Voidstar: Not quite. We did take on side roles to keep an eye on you. *transforms into Artix* Remember with your first escape, back with Karikor?

quote:

Artix: I'll head back to the paladin headquarters, Nix see yourself out once you grab your personal belongs!
Stephen Nix: *Raises his fin* Good to hear!
Drake Amatsu: Can't we just put him back in his cell?
Artix: No.....a deal is a deal!

*walks away from the tower and transforms into Voidstar as the real Artix is seen a long ways away in Doomwood fighting off undead creatures*


Voidstar: We could continue this for several hours, but you get the picture. We have been there to witness evolution in so many specimens. The Dread has also been a riot to observe.
Kyanos: Razen, the list goes on.
Voidstar: Literally.
Kyanos: The point being, is that we created you, to test you!
Stephen Nix: For what?
Voidstar: We knew you would not destroy the world but we wanted to know, in a 5 year period, how much damage could you commit to? Also would Stephen Nix own any pieces of L.O.R.E.? The answer is quite obvious really.
Kyanos: You failed miserably.
Stephen Nix: You got me here just to interrogate me and tell me of all my failures? You have all of my data, my personal background, what more do you need?
Voidstar: We need...YOU.
Kyanos: To further your transformation, to...complete you. For power.
Stephen Nix: More...power?
Voidstar: More than you could expect!
Kyanos: See Nix, we contain your powers, we know about the missing black pedia book.
Voidstar: We also know how valuable that cane is to you as well for a source of magic, but what if you could BECOME THE MAGIC?
Stephen Nix: I sense a trick here.
Kyanos: No trick. It is to simply give you more power than you ever had before and then we would watch you from a far like we already have and seek out your progress!
Stephen Nix: Just get to it already, what is the catch.
Voidstar: Stephen...in order to contain all of this new found power we seek but one thing for you to give us.
Stephen Nix: What is it? Gold, jewelry, specific gems, weaponry? SPIT IT OUT ALREADY--
Kyanos: We require your SOUL.
Stephen Nix: Hmm....why?
Voidstar: Do not spend much time on the why, but the amount of destruction you will have on L.O.R.E.
Kyanos: We love to test out the powers of the humankind, and we would like to see what the world would be like if you were a changed penguin!
Voidstar: You would act, think, and be just like what you are right now...but you will lose your soul and become nothing but an empty penguin with no emotions.
Voidstar: The last bit to think of is your special powers, think of how much you could conquer! With this found power, you would be UNSTOPPABLE!
Stephen Nix: *nods* Yes.
Kyanos: Think about all the people in the world that have done you wrong!
Kyanos: Artix...............M.O.P. (especially the Baron, the savage warrior in the lands)...........The Beacons of Hope........Eric Greydawn.............A Phoenix Risen..........True Mortal.........Skeleton Crew.........and DID I SAY ARTIX ALREADY?
Stephen Nix: Hmmmmmmmmm. Take my soul, yet I remain. Powers everywhere. It all sounds so intriguing.
Both Avatars: Do you accept Stephen Nix?

Stephen Nix: YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Voidstar and Kyanos shoot magic at Stephen Nix of darkness and ice as Stephen begins to grow a bit and floats in the air as the two elements start to tear him apart, replacing everything inside of him with a newer version of the same half undead penguin but taller, without a cane.

Then Nix finally lands on the field with Kyanos and Voidstar, opens his eyes which are now always dark blue and black, half and half.

Stephen Nix: It is time... send me back!
Voidstar: One last thing to do. Kyanos, help me out please!

Voidstar and Kyanos pick up Nix and aggressively holds him in the air...

Kyanos: You need to find a way to gather up souls to steal. Here, let me show you. REPEAT AFTER ME!

After some loud screaming from Stephen Nix, he is then teleported back down to L.O.R.E.

Since that day, Nix has not been the same. He has had a taste for blood before, but not like this. He has become more beast then anything before.


STOP THE MUSIC NOW




The scene changes back to Stan and the others, as Lugosi and Rosemary are holding hands in fear, as Stan lowers the flashlight...

Villager Stan: And to this day, Nix still roams across L.O.R.E. searching for souls. If he finds anyone now....he'll pick them up ask for their fears and then turn them into an ice cube after he uses the fear to scare the souls right out of them! They say he's been all across the lands looking for one particular set of individuals as the rumor stands!
The Other 2: Who?
Villager Stan: YOU! *he screams*
The Other 2: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Villager Stan: *laughs* That's it.
The Other 2: But, THAT'S IT?????
Villager Stan: Indeed, friends. That is all of the story. Nix has changed but no one has seen him since that awful spooky day.
Lugosi: Stan! That has to be the worst idea for a story eve-------

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!

Everyone turns around...

Lugosi: WHAT WAS THAT!??!??!
Rosemary: A part two to your story? Give it up Stan!
Villager Stan: Nope it wasn't me, I swear. *chuckles*

Start this music then get back to reading...last one promise!

Just then a large shadow appears behind Stan...

Lugosi: It's N-n-n-niii-
Rosemary: Don't look at him, RUN!!!!!!!

The two run away from the campsite back towards Amityvale as Stan sits there looking around.

Villager Stan: *turns off the recording of a penguin on a hidden recorder by the bushes* Come on guys, it was just a fake, I PROMISE.

Nothing but silence is head...

Villager Stan: Guys? Come on. It was just a recording and probably a shadow......guys???
Villager Stan: *talks to himself* Hmm....maybe I did scare them a little too far. It was only a legend I heard from Eydis from the Dragesvard Inn! It's better than that ice spitting creature story she keeps on telling people!
Villager Stan: Well I best be heading back to the Amityvale Inn, tonight's soup is Tomato Paste, MY FAVOURITE!

Just then Stan hears a noise from behind him.

WAAACCCCC!!!

Villager Stan: *turns around* W-w-who is it? Rosemary?

silence...

Villager Stan: Weaponsmith?

silence...

Villager Stan: Hmm, must be my imagination. *turns around and comes face to face with a dark, giant penguin with glowing black and dark blue eyes*

The creatures uses its undead magic to pick up Stan...

???: *an eerie voice is heard from the creature* Ohhhhhh Ssssssstan.......how are you?
Villager Stan: I THOUGHT YOU WERE---
???: A Myth? A tale, A legend? Dead?
Villager Stan: Yes...why do you want me?
???: I have a new hobby Stttttttanley.....Answer me this one question and you will be freed forever. I promise.
Villager Stan: Anything, please let me go!
???: Tell me Stan.........WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR???? LOOK INTO MY EYES MORTAL!




The scene changes from Stan being held against his will, to above the Doomwood Forest as two ravens fly off into the moonlit sky after they hear a giant scream from the campsite.

After the ravens fly away and the creature leaves, we see STAN FROZEN IN A BLOCK OF ICE, with a note left by the one whom attacked him. The creature has left a message that is special and sacred, the note is for a very particular individual!

It reads: (read this in the scariest voice you have)

quote:

Greetings, "Your Name,"

I have been waiting for you...
Growing...
Hungry...
For you...mortal.
But I have only one question that people now a days are DYING to hear...
You may have heard it a lot throughout this war...
Follow the messages...
Heed the warnings of how to stop it...
But ask yourself...


The scene is taken back to the mysterious figure as it turns around to reveal to be the darker version of Stephen Nix as you stare into his dead eyes...

Stephen Nix: WHAT DO YOU FEAR?

END - Psst, scared yet? Sorry about not writing anything for quite some time, but unfortunately it is going to happen again as real life is stepping in the way of my writing! I did however have a ton of fun doing this story and I hope you all enjoyed it! But if you want to say anything....anything at all, maybe make a correction to my wordings or just want to voice your opinion......find me here... (DF) Stephen Nix Works!. Oh by the way, congrats on saving Amityvale. Now can you save yourself from the wrath of Stephen Nix v2?

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