Dark Lancer and I have put together a story idea that we would like people to contribute to.

Basically, it's this: there are many different dimensions and planes of existence, but one of those realms is a nexus of ALL the realms. If anyone exercises absolute control over the nexus world, then that person also gets control over the entire multiverse. And in this story, the main enemy is going to be someone trying to take over the entire nexus world.

Now, what we would like you all to do is this: create two characters from another plane BESIDES THE NEXUS, one good, one bad. They must be archenemies. You can make up a plane, as fantastical or futuristic as you like, but please do NOT use either the nexus or an already-created plane (such as Star Wars) as your characters' plane of origin.

We encourage you to have one of your characters' names to be your posting name here at Massassi, so this story can be a bit more personalized. Also, your two characters must have some sort of disability or tragedy in their past, that provides an obstacle to be overcome.

Most importantly, your characters do not NECESSARILY have to be extremely powerful - but they MUST have some quality that defines their alignment. For example, the good character could have hope, or love, or joy; and the evil character could have an evil quality such as hate.

What's going to happen is this: the good wizard Ganelon of the Nexus is going to summon these good characters as champions to defeat the Dark Being trying to take over the nexus. Meanwhile, the Dark Being will summon these evil characters to the Nexus to try and counteract Ganelon's warriors.

Now, something else: anyone is welcome to create a THIRD character to submit to be the Dark Being. This third character must be thoroughly evil, through and through, to be considered. Dark Lancer and I will decide which of these characters will be the Dark Being.

You may post the bios of your characters either here on this thread or email them to me at AZandertheFirst@aol.com

Thanks! And let the creativity roll!

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[This message has been edited by Highemperor of the Force (edited July 27, 2001).]

Yoda007's parents died when he was about three. He lived on the streets untill he was 5 when he was adopted by a trader. During the time he was on the streets he met and fought with Zen (archenemy).

& thats a excellent start, but its all it is, a start. can you please give us more details? What does he ook like, what powers or weapons and qualities does he have? Tell us the same thing about Zen, too, but GREAT START!

O & is his plane futuristic or magical/medeival, or what?

His given name was Robert. But friends, family, and coworkers all simply called him Bob. He was smart enough. He had graduated from Mytletal University with a masters degree in engineering and English. He had an eye for detail. However, he didn't aspire to be a Doctor, or a Stockbroker, or any other high paying profession. Instead he returned to Mytletal University. He was a Janitor. At the age of 29, clothed in grease-stained suspenders a dirty white shirt and a ratty beret. Just one of the humble cleaning personnel And that's the one thing that Bob really excelled at. Humility. His mild nature was both a disability and an asset.

However, the same could not be said of his supervisor, Dean. Old, with a dirt white mop of hair and mustached, he was lean, and his face was always purposefully disfigured in a sneer. His arms were always crossed, in distain.

Thus it occured one late saturday, night, Bob made his rounds. He ended his cleaning in the creepy labratory of Dr. Wicksten. The labaratory smelt of Formaldehyde, most likely emitting from the jars of preserved animals. Bob felt it quite inhumane... although more unnerving than anything else. Bob was polishing up an empty test tube, when the door crashed open. He looked up and saw Dean, dressed in his black suspenders. Anger flashed in his eyes, as always.

His voice was craggy, low, deameaning, and mocking. Always Mocking. "Bob... you're still here..."

Bob glanced up momentarily from his cleaning to reply to Dean respectfully. "Yes, sir. I wanted to be especially thorough."

Dean laughed. "Thorough... slow and incompetent is more like it. I can't believe I even let the board higher your stinkin..."

With each word Dean stepped towards Bob. This had happened before. Dean had gone out to the local College pub, and come back even crueler than usual. The next day, Bob always found HIS paycheck reduced. He shakily took a step backwards. Bob picked up his pushbroom and was prepared to block Dean’s punches if it came to that. But Bob was determined to not let it. Dean taunted Bob, but Bob didn’t flinch. Finally, Dean pushed him. He pushed him hard, and caught him off guard. Tripping over a cage of panicked lab rats, Bob’s head impacted on a flask filled with a chemical. When the flask broke the chemical inside spilled out. Being heavier than air, it flowed out and the green haze enveloped Dean and Bob, their nostrils taking it in before they could prevent it.

As the gas took effect, Dean let out a piercing expletive. Their vision blurred. Then both experienced a blinding flash of light, and an otherworldly moaning siren sound.

The gas that had been released was simple compressed Co2. But it was more than that. Bob was being summoned. The gas was a means of transportation to another dimension. Nay, a means of accessing all other dimensions. So from his simple beginnings as a Janitor at Mytletal university in Ohio, year 2001, Bob would be called on to risk all he had- even his life, to defend his world…. and all worlds from an evil that he never had known about. At the same time; through the same means, Dean was summoned also- but for a different cause. He would be called on to help the forces of darkness destroy all that was good. And with the incentive of incredible power hanging before him, what else would he choose?

So it began.


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May the Windex be with you
-Janitor Jack (Salk Wars)

Great job, Bob! (hehe) You have established your character and his nemesis.

Two writers already! Yay!

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Hmm...this story sounds like a cross between "Saga of the 3rd War" and a concept I was hoping to throw in for "The Eternal War" (the writers will get an e-mail about it soon enough). I don't know if I could write for this (seeing how there's still another major story, namely "The Change", that I still have to bring back), but I'd be more than glad to send you ideas on characters (like for this Dark Being character *coughBazaalcough* hehe) and direction for the story, if you wish of course. I'll also be your dedicated reader if nothing else Good luck.

~Geb

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His name was Kiyobashi.

Senior Detective Hiro Kiyobashi. He lived on a plane of existence that mirrored our own civilisation and lifestyles in many amazing ways. However, in the plane that Detective Kiyobashi lived in, the world had succumbed to an almost totalitarian Japanese regime, and much of the culture was reflected this way.

Kiyobashi, a good-natured, hardworking man of 38, once had goals. Expectations. He had once embraced a loving family consisting of his wife, Shumi, and two beautiful girls, Mai and Koni. Detective Hiro Kiyobashi came as close to bliss as a man can these days.

But that was not to be.

Kiyobashi's most astounding quality, that shone through in all problems he confronted, was his perseverance. It had secured his wife Shumi's hand in marriage, his startling rise through the New Tokyo Police Department ranks, and his established reputation as a good person. It had also first introduced him to the Yakuza, the elite Japanese Mafia.

Kiyobashi had raided several Yakuza stores, and confiscated literally billions of yen worth of drugs, counterfeit money and weaponry. It came as no real surprise to anyone, therefore, when the Yakuza bosses put a price tag on his head. But Kiyobashi was too fast, smart and strong, and the price tag continued to grow, much to the amusement of the Detective.

That is, until Xi-Wan Long came along.

At that point, he was just another prospective bounty hunter picking up on Kiyobashi's trail. Soon enough, however, he proved himself a cut above. One lovely day, Detective Kiyobashi had arrived contentedly at home, strolling through his jasmine garden and opening the front door, walking-quite literally-into his own personally sculpted Hell.

His beloved wife, Shumi, was fixed to the wall with a variety of crimson-handled knives. A final blade rested to the side of her neck, having already split a large, red grin across her throat.

Kiyobashi, abandoning any pretense of professionalism, had rushed to his wife's aid, removing her from the ceiling and cradling her in his ams for a long time, weeping silently to himself. Then, a new fear gripped him.

The children.

Feverishly, Kiyobashi had searched the house, room by room, for his daughters. The search had proved fruitless, and, assuming them kidnapped, Kiyobashi had called an ESU (Emergency Services Unit), and walked out onto his balcony, totally defeated. He sat down on one of the plush chairs there, checked his Desert Eagle .65 calibre in case the assassins were still around-and then he saw it. His eyes widened, the gun dropped to the floor and fired, the single report adding a chilling finality, and with it, an added irony.

Mai and Kino Kiyobashi hung high up, limply, from two of the jasmine trees at the front of Kiyobashi's house. He must have missed them on the way in. Their perky, cheerful faces had been completely drained of life, and Hiro tried desperately not to choke on the horror. As the faint ring of the ESU grew stronger and stronger, Kiyobashi slumped back into his house, a broken man...

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And so it had started. Detective Hiro Kiyobashi ceased to exist, outside of the police department. He became a wasted wreck of a human, his only clue to the murder of his family a name he had wrung out of a local informant; Xi-Wan Long. Day and night, for several years, Kiyobashi had searched for Long, always finding dead ends and booby traps set by the Yakuza, attempting to discourage his venture.

But Kiyobashi persevered. It was his one amazing quality. He persevered through the bad times. And eventually it had paid off.

Xi-Wan Long had started off as a bounty hunter, and was now one of the most influential leaders of the Yakuza. Kiyobasi had learned that he was holding a meeting with all of the other major leaders that night, and Kiyobashi was planning to be there. He had been waiting for the upcoming moment all his life.

Sweet revenge.

Kobiyashi, slumped in his office, envisaged the moment of Long's brutal death over and over again. He saw himself pulling the trigger once, twice, thrice, saw Long's face twist in shock, saw him crumple like a rag doll-

"HIRO!

The Detective snapped out of it, quickly. Standing in front of him was his partner, Detective Kai Li. He was a handsome young man of 27, and already bore all of Kiyobashi's responsibilities, probably even more.

"Thought I'd lost you there for a moment. So, as we were saying, we'll stick with the new plan. You go in, take out any scouts, and we'll be right in after you after 5 minutes has elapsed. Right?"

Kiyobashi nodded numbly. "Right."

He stood, and turned to leave. As he was about to exit the office, Li called to him.

"Hiro."

Kiyobashi turned. "Yes?"

"He's not worth it."

Kiyobashi shook his head sadly. "Only my family ever was."

(Right, that's part 1. 2 more parts, and Kiyobashi and Long will enter the Nexus. Stay tuned...)



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Ti-Shen stood opposite Archander, both with hands poised for their unique battle. Dozens of meters separated them, but even at that distance, the two opponents knew certain death awaited them at the wrong turn.

Their magic was only known only to them. By experimenting with music, they discovered each part of the world has a tone that can manipulate energy. By placing electronic "tone sounders" on their fingers, they could control everything around them to create reactions.

Ti-Shen, was a tall man among his race, an amazing three feet seven inches tall. He had normal, long, teal hair and common neon yellow eyes. At five hundred years old, he could still revel in vital youth. His friend, and yet worst enemy, Archander, was much the same. Same hair, some eyes, same tall build, but his mind was black with evil and hopes of conquest of the Nexus.

Indeed, both of these young mages learned of the Nexus and the other realms since they began training themselves in the ways of the Tonal Arts at the tender age of two hundred.

"You know, Archander, this fight we fight is getting old. We never get anywhere," said Ti-Shen. He moved his thumb, and a golden aura surrounded his hands, signaling his tone sounders were on.

Archander sneered. "On the contrary, Ti-Shen. With every tone I sound, you become weakened." With that, Archander activated his tone sounders, and gestured slightly with his left hand. A low night that climbed in pitch resounded, and Archander lifted into the air. Two more tones, and he was flying at Ti-Shen...


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-Hoagie from day of the tentacle

Any technology, sufficiently advanced, is indistinguishable from magic...

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The dimension was an old one, with nearly two million years of recorded human history under its belt. Technology had long ago advanced enough to allow humanity to escape the confines of their beloved planet they called Earth, and slowly spread the species to the furthest corners of the universe. For hundreds of thousands of years, the human race continued as they had for millennia, with wars started for power and ended for liberty raging across planets, galaxies, and galactic superclusters, with lives being ended for the love of money and power, and with the good of the few being taken care of at the expense of the good of the many. Technology, fuelled by the basic human desire for knowledge, continued to grow in complexity and sophistication, until it barely resembled something man made at all. Great men and small used this technology as humanity ever had, some for their own greed and profit, others for the benefit of mankind.

It was because of this second group that, seventy thousand years ago, the eternally sought after ideal universal peace was declared accomplished. All war ceased and, for seventy thousand years, mankind lived the human dream of utopia. Life was blissful. Children were born and, despite living lives exponentially longer than ever thought possible, other people died. Eventually, the universe was populated almost solely by people who had never had to live through the horrors of war, or famine, or disease. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, violence raised its ugly head once more, and the universe was plunged into war...

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Water. Water from one end of the sky to the other, an unbroken circle of deep, rippling dark blue, stretching for miles. The choppy waves on the surface of the ocean did nothing to reduce the sense of power that a body of water so massive possessed. It was an ancient thing, the ocean, seemingly impervious to the ravages of time or the actions of the self important inhabitants of the planet. Above, the angry red eye of the sun glared down at the deep calm blue of the ocean, as if jealous of the sea's implacable blue calm. A few whispy clouds struggled to remain in the sky, swept about by atmospheric winds high above.

Slowly, a deep rumble almost below hearing rose in volume from nothingness, like the sound of far distant thunder. But this thunder did not rumble its indignant roar and fade away, but continued to increase, to get louder and angrier. Even the surface of the implacable ocean began to be affected, the patterns of the choppy waves distorting out of their natural fashion. Something was coming.

Suddenly, it was there, a small dark something, moving too fast for the eye to see. Rising over one horizon, it flashed accross the sky and dissapeared behind the opposite horizon with the speed of a bolt of lightning, streaking not three feet over the ocean's surface, the turbulence it created trailing a long wake through the waves. Just as it was dissapearing beyond the far horizon, another something rose over the edge of the world, hot on the tail of the first, and moving just as fast.

The second something skimmed over the surface of the water, the waves nothing more than a blur beneath. At first glance, it appeared to be a glowing ball of harnessed lightning, a crackling sphere of energy distorted into an oviod by the tremendous speed at which it was travelling. Upon closer examination, however, it could be seen that this was no ordinary ball of lightning. Encased within the blazing glory was a man, his features all but whited out by the mass of energy surrounding him. An unwavering gaze tracked the first speeding figure, and the sphereiod of light followed exactly every manouver the first speeding figure made. Below, the ocean had been replaced by dry land, a lush green expanse of grass, dotted by what looked like trees.

"Enough of this." The man spoke in a gravelly voice that implied a great wealth experience gathered over a great many years. Even as he spoke, the man thrust his hand forward with a peculiar twist of the wrist. An electric green lance of cybernetic netting shot out, covering the distance to the first speeding figure in the blink of an eye, entangling the figure, sending it plummeting towards the grass below. The figure slammed into the ground, creating a sudden explosion of dirt and rocks as it went from several hundred miles an hour to zero in less than a second.

The man wrapped in lightning slowed and began descending, as the cloud of dust and dirt fell back toward the ground, a large crater now marking the spot where the first figure had landed. At the moment the man's bare feet touched the edge of the crater, the ball of energy surrounding him vanished into barely visible wisps of steam, which dissapated rapidly. The man began walking down the sloped side of the crater.

No longer obscured by a glowing shield, the man's features could be made out plainly. He was of average height, and rather skinny, clothed in loose white garb that fluttered in the slight breeze. His skin was weathered and wrinkled, belying a great age, as did the long, thick white mustaches that dangled to below his chin. His head was shaven completely bald, and was rather egg-like. However, the most riveting feature of his appearance was his eyes, peering fiercely out from underneath drooping white eyebrows, defying the world to challenge him. Suddenly, the ancient man stopped in his tracks, those fierce eyes staring in astonishment at the bottom of the crater.

From the still rising smoke strode another man, the one the old one had been pursuing, the one responsible for the deaths of trillions, the one soley responsible for the universe's descent into war. Not that the universe knew it. Not that anyone knew it, but the aging man in white.

The aging man stood unmoving as the other man approached. The other wore black, a stiff jacket with flared shoulders, dark pants tucked into old fashioned black boots reaching nearly to his knees. His features burned with malevolence, slicked back black hair topping a face that was all angles, eyes filled with hatred glaring from below dark brows that seemed to lower with every step towards the old man. Several yards from him, the black-garbed man stopped.

"Your time has long passed, old man," he spat, his voice brimming with scorn. "The name of Eluidath has lost the fear once associated with it ages ago. This day you will die."

Eluidath stared the other man in the eyes, his fierce glare meeting the eyes burning with hatred, without wavering. "You always were too proud for your own good, Shaiakin."

A moment of tension-filled silence passed. A gentle breeze whispered through the knee-high grass outside of the crater; the only noise that could be heard. Suddenly, the two men exploded into a blinding fury of action, flashes of light and noise rolling out over the plain. A burst of concentrated green flame blasting forth from the air just in front of Shaiakin's outspread palms roiled up against a translucent purple force field hastily thrown up by Eluidath. The force field was wiped out of existence with a sweep of Eluidath's hand less than a second after it had been created, to make way for the blast of a high energy laser beam emanating from the centre of Eluidath's palm. The two men hurled everything they had at each other, every trick of hyper-advanced technology they had. Plasmic shockwave met kinetic force shield, neuronically advanced reflexes dodged artificially created spouts of flame, and magnetically sealed bolt of electricity was absorbed by reversely charged blanket field, all while maintaining an antigravitational cushion to stay above the treacherous ground. The resulting fallout of the battle ripped the earth around them to shreds, carving mile-long trenches through solid rock, blasting craters several hundred feet across, setting just about everything including the very atmosphere itself on fire. Still they battled on, rising higher and higher as they filled the air with just about anything that could be considered lethal.

Eluidath gasped as it hit him: a crippling blast of -- something, he'd never encountered anything like it before. In an instant, the battle was over, all the violent energy filling the air dissapating as quickly as it had been generated, leaving only miles of scorched ground below to show that it had ever been there. The battle was over... because Eluidath could not move.

Shaiakin sneered. "See you in Hell, old man..." He raised his fist, which was suddenly surrounded by a barely visible deep red glow.

Eluidath closed his eyes, waiting for the killing blow. The killing blow that never came.

Eluidath opened his eyes. Shaiakin was gone, simply--gone, and he was plummeting towards the scorched earth. Calmly, he activated the physio-program designed to shift the phases of the atoms in his body so that they generated an anti-gravitational effect. Nothing happened.

Confusion and the small beginnings of fear gripped Eluidath as he tried once more to activate the program, his drooping white brows drawing together. Again nothing happened. Growing worried, Eluidath tried to activate a diagnostics program to see what was the matter, but it refused to function either. Eluidath grew desperate.

Only moments before splattering all over the ground, the world dissapeared into a swirling vortex of light, and Eluidath was pulled from the dimension he called home, into something far more important.

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[This message has been edited by Krig_the_Viking (edited July 29, 2001).]

[This message has been edited by Krig_the_Viking (edited July 29, 2001).]

Yoda007’s plane is a futuristic one where the beings are capable of interplanetary travel and have spaceships. Also the beings in this plane all have a magical power such as healing or launching a fire ball from nowhere. Yoda007 and Zen both seem to have opposite powers. Yoda007 healing and such while Zen destruction and such. Yoda007 was adopted by a kind trader while Zen was adopted by a cruel smuggler. The trader was and liaison of Ganelon while the cruel smuggler was a liaison of the evil being.

One day about 10 years after Zen and Yoda007 were adopted they met in a port. Zen convinced Yoda007 that he had changed colors and wanted to be his friend. Knowing that the trader was a liaison of Ganelon he planned to put a bug on the ship and hopefully lead the evil being to The Nexus. Yoda007 believing Zen convinced the trader to take him to the next port.

While on the way Zen planted the bug underneath his bunk and the trader came in and saw him doing it. He ran to the cockpit to the self-destruct the ship and Zen followed him there. Yoda007 hearing the scuffle came outside and followed both of them to the cockpit. Yoda007 was to late to save the trader for Zen had already killed him with his fire ball but in a rage Yoda007 tackled Zen and they both flew into the instruments. Yoda007 rolled over onto the boost button and with the sudden acceleration they both flew back and got knocked out on the door of the cockpit.

Sometime later Yoda007 woke up and they were stopped and crashed into a bog. Seeing both Zen and the trader laying on the floor he staggered out into the mist. Zen woke up and also saw that they were stopped. He tried to contact the evil being but found that he was being jammed by some electromagnetic field. He also left the ship and walked into the mist….

Good, good, good! Either Dark Lancer or I will post something soon about Ganelon. And we're still looking for someone to be the Dark Being!

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Icharich raced along the vine on all fours, hoping to find a knot or hole where he could hide. Icharich was a Iltif, one of the native sentients of Iltavish, and he was very very frightened.

Iltavish is a strange and beautiful world to most who visit it. The gravity is much lighter than earth, and there is less oxygen in the air, and more nitrogen. What really makes the world unique though, is the native vegetation. The world's surface is covered by vine plants that rise in huge knotted forests hundreds of meters in the air. These vines tap deep into the earth for water, but are still very flexible. The vines range from the width of the a finger to the width of a redwood. No one even knows how far the vines are from the surface because at a certain depth the vines are to thick to pass through. And at that depth there are many dangerous animals that feed off eachother, the vines, and anything unlucky enough to fall down.

The Iltif however had evolved to live high up in the vines, near the canopy where the air was fresh and there was more light. They fed off fruit they farmed and small animals that drifted from vine to vine. They looked much different then humans, with long slender bodies, and bony limbs. The Iltif posessed four arms, two much longer ones with four evenly spaced claws that connect to the shoulders and another smaller pair below those that were not used fo climbing but for finer operations. They had hind legs slightly shorter than their arms and they are just as comfortable walking on all fours as on two feet. The Iltif had long skelton like heads and large completely round black eyes. Their skin was light brown and green for camoflauge, and stretched taut everywhere, but rough in texture.

Icharich was still young, but much thicker limbed and muscular than most his age. His eyes had a slightly bluish tint to them that earned him the name sky-sighted, appropriate because he was always daydreaming.

However Icharich had gotten himself into a very difficult situation, he had heard the hunting cry of a Cochad, one of the most feared predators of the Iltif. They were sentient, but there was a long standing war between the species, and the Cochad routinely killed and ate any Iltif who they saw. Usually their bones would be displayed as a warning for other Iltif not to go so deep. Icharich hadn't wanted to go so deep but food was getting scarce, and he had been sent to spear some vine crawlers and he still hadn't seen any.

He peered long and hard into the gloom for any sign of the creature that made the noise. It was a particularily moist day, and the fog veiled everything in gray darkness. Tiny motes of dust, insects, and bits of vine were falling from above slowly, like snow. Icharich detected movement on a vine across from him. The vines were still fairly far apart here and he could see a great distance. The movement stopped, and he could see the silhoutte of something. He recognised it immediately: Cochad. This one was particularly big for it's kind. The Cochad were unlike the Iltif in many ways: they were big and bulky, covered in smooth rubbery blue-green skin, and they had one set of arms and one set of legs. Instead of swinging or jumping from vine to vine like the Iltif the Cochad shambled around, gripping hard with their huge hands and claws, and usually not going very high up. But they were fast, and powerful. They had long snouts like the Iltif but small white and black eyes. The Cochad turned and looked straight at him, it howled again, and raced up the vine it was on, there was silence again. Icharich's heart was racing, his breath gone shallow. It had seen him, there was no question. The only thing Icharich had on him was a long spear made of woven and dried vine, and a belt around his mid section with an empty pouch for keeping his catch in. He wore no clothing so maybe he could camoflauge. he pulled off the belt and pouch and quietly moved from branch to branch until he thought he was out of the way. He heard another howel, the Cochad might know where he was...

He flattened his body against the massive cord, hoping that his camoflauged skin would make him harder to see. Slowly he drew the spear up with his smaller arms, feeling it's weight reassure him. To him it seemed like an eternity before he detected the giant moving through the vines. At first it was only a slight tremor, then the cord started to bend downward, and Icharich realised that the Cochad was on the same vine, moving down towards him. He hissed softly to himself, preparing to strike with the woven spear but now he was less confident; the spear seemed flimsy and useless. Suddenly he heard a growl and realised that he must have been seen, and he leapt up to meet his attacker. His legs and upper arms locked on to the vine while he held the spear in front of him, with a good jabbing range. He saw the Cochad emerge from the gloom, swaying back and forth. It was still a good distance in front of him, but Icharich was now worried and shivering slightly. The monster was nearly twice his size and very muscular. It had claws the length of his torso that could easily cleave him in half and that long narrow snout was filled with razor sharp teeth that could chew his body to dust. Icharich shuddered, supressing the urge to run; he wouldn't make it far. The Cochad moved back onto his powerful hind legs, and stretched his arms wide almost as if presenting a target, but Icharich knew that if he attacked now, those hands and claws would come tearing down on him.
"Glyth-io, juquich, giuytax!" Cried the attacker in his native tongue.
"We end this now, I won't hide anymore." Icharich knew the Cochad wouldn't understand him, but the words gave him confidence. The Cochad moved forward arms still outstretched, watching Icharich carefully. Icharich tightened his grip on the spear, and when he thought the Cochad was too close, he jabbed sharply, forcing him back. The Cochad grimaced and let out a low growl. Icharich noticed the creatures back legs tense just soon enough to leap to the side. With the Cochad now behind him, facing the other way, he took the opportunity to strike. He plunged the spear as hard as he could into the Cochad's side, but it wasn't strong enough, and snapped into splinters. The Cochad rose and turned, howling in rage as dark brownish black blood poured out of his wound. Icharich jumped back now unarmed except for his natural climbing claws. The Cochad lurched forward, bringing his claws down right on Icharich's body...

Okay, this turned out to be a lot longer than I thought, the next post will explain how they get to the nexus. Oh and it's pronounced (ih-car-itch) not (ih-char-itch).

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A place where parallel lines crossed. A world where infinity was possible. A realm called the Nexus.

Ganelon sat in mid-air, arms crossed, in a circular stone room. Light projected from wall sconces evenly spaced around the room. A mirror was directly in front of the Amber Wizard's eyes.

Ganelon allowed himself a small smile. That mirror was just an ordinary mirror, but even ordinary mirrors were windows into other worlds if you knew how to look at them.

Time had no meaning in the Citadel of Amber Wizards, where he was; one could spend centuries in there and only a moment would have passed outside. Ganelon had spent, quite literally, an eternity in this room, sifting through every single being at every single time in every single dimension by observing them through the mirror, one at a time. So he was understandably weary.

But he was also Prime Amber Wizard. The single most powerful good being in the entire multiverse. All the power of the multiverse flowed through him, giving him strength.

Yet the Dark Being which his prophetic insights foretold might be still more powerful. Fortunately, as the saying went, "Not by might, not by power, but by spirit."

The Dark Being would fall by spirit and not power. That was why he was looking for champions who embodied good qualities. He had the sketchy details of a plan forming. . .

The light from the sconces around the room danced and played around, manipulated by Amber power to show his potential champions. He had chosen them, and soon enough, they would find their way into the Nexus, responding to his call.

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The plane contained the most energy of all the planes, with the exception of the Nexus itself. Its energy outdid those of any other two planes put together.

Perhaps it was because the plane had six dimensions, as opposed to just four.

Perhaps it was because the predominant species in the plane was a race of gray-skinned, bright-eyed humanoids - with extraordinary psychic powers.

Perhaps it was because there were six thousand years of recorded history - well, three trillion, actually, if one counted the era before the Cosmic Cataclysm that had destroyed all but a few centers of technology. Those surviving centers continued to grow, thrive, and advance despite the relative primitiveness of the rest of the plane around them.

But the most likely reason of all was because scientists in those technological centers - called Havens, had discovered a way to generate energy out of nothing.

Two scientists, specifically developed this process in secret. They were Shadowlord and Inchaura.

Shadowlord was the obsessive son of a wealthy Haven baron. Inchaura was born in poverty and primitiveness outside the Havens (primitiveness in that plane is like Star Wars tech) but ascended the social ladder and became a top researcher in the most prominent Haven.

Shadowlord was young, at one-hundred-fifty, but already he despaired, thinking that life was empty and held no meaning. Inchaura, on the other hand, held out hope that there was purpose and a way to achieve wholeness in the universe.

This very different philosophies eventually drove them apart, making them bitter enemies.

Eventually, Shadowlord, now thoroughly insane by his despair, constructed a dimensional distortion bomb with a portal projector so that it would destroy the entire space-time continuum of that plane!

Inchaura and Shadowlord were the only survivors, but, as they stood alone in the void, which was devoid of space and time as well as matter and energy, their minds touched other planes and the nexus. Both of them came to the nexus - Inchaura in search of a new life, Shadowlord in search of meaning on a different plane.

Yoda007 eventually found his way into a small village. The village seemed to be constructed mostly of grass and wood but on th ebuildings there also seemed to be an adhesive substance. He thought that perhaps he might find a map of the stars and recognize where he was so he went into the town. Zen who had been following him the whole way quitely snuck in after him.

Yoda007 walked into what seemed to be a tavern. It had a bar and some tables but the building was empty of people. He jumped over the bar and started to pour himself a small drink when Zen walked in. Yoda007 saw Zen coil up ready to through another fireball and he immediatley threw the bottle it hit Zen in the face and he fell to the floor and started screaming. Yoda007 ran through a back door back into the city and saw a fire. He cautiously approched it and surprisingly he saw Zen standing by a cloaked figure silloueted by the fire.

The figure said in a deep voice "You... You... are... Powerfull... I... Could... Use... You... Join... Me..."

Yoda007 fearing for his life decided to play along and see what he had to say. So he said "Why do you want me"

The Figure replied "I... have... use... for.. you... for.. you... have... a.. high... potential.. you... could.. heal... me..." The Figure stepped out of the sillouette so Yoda007 could see him and took off his hood and he had burn marks all over his face. "These.. Burns... are... in... my... lungs... I.. need... you... to... heal... me... so... I... could... continue... on.. my... quest... to... take... over... the... Nexus..."

Hehe, I'm going to try a more abbreviated style now, that last post was ridiculous

The blow came down solidly on Icarich's shoulders, dragging him off the vine and sending him slowly spinning off into the darkness below. Luckily the Cochad's claws had missed his body, instead he had merely been knocked by it's palm.

As he drifted deeper down into the vines he began to worry, he grabbed frantically at every vine he came close enough to but they were too slick with moisture for him to hold. He looked up and strained to see the Cochad, but he didn't think it had come after him.

The farther he fell the darker it became. His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light and he saw that the vines were coming closer together soon he was consentrating on not getting stuck in the tangled vines. Suddenly he found the vines were getting too close, he had hardly an arms length around him. Then he touched bottom.

It was the strangest thing he had ever experienced, the ground was uneven and spongy. It looked like it was made of small narrow vines twisted so tightly that they formed a near solid surface. The tiny vines grew up and around the trunks of the massive vines and here those trunks were tightly packed.

Icarich heard a sound a good distance behind him, and turned slowly to see that the Cochad had landed behind him, through the forest a far way. It hadn't seen him yet, but he didn't have much time.

He looked up seeing the vines twist up and away to dizzying heights. He wouldn't have time to climb them, he had fallen for at least half an hour, his only choice was to press onward through the narrow spaces between trunks. He slipped easily through the first space, and then heard the sound of the Cochad's growl behind him. He ran.


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[This message has been edited by Pengun (edited August 10, 2001).]

Zen started to create a fireball behind is back for he knew Yoda007 was going to say no. Yoda007 dove towards one of the buildings ripped off a piece of the adhesive substance and threw it at the evil being. As he was diving the evil being threw 7 small seeds at Yoda007 that immediatly and painlessly dunk into his skin. (hope its ok that i had a confrontation) The substance hit him right on the forhead and Yoda007 said "Hows that for an answer" He looked towaard Zen and saw him throwing the fireball. He threw up his arms to cover his face and waited for the flames and the pain...

What do you mean adhesive substance?

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Pengun, an adhesive substance is something sticky, like glue.

Attention all readers, I am having trouble accessing the Internet. Thus, it will be difficult for me to post regularly until I have actually moved into my dorm this Sunday. Then, Dark Lancer and I should be posting fairly regularly.

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I meant: why is there an adhesive substance on the houses?

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**** is a great word, it has many uses. It is also the only word that is commonly known as 'The F Word'.
Some of the uses for the word **** are:
to describe someone, 'She is ****ing hot';
if you are angry at someone, 'He is a ****ing moron';
To describe a want, 'I want to **** her'.

You see, **** is a great word, with a variety of uses, so lets all say it loudly and proudly, **** YOU

The above was a sponsored message by the Insane Thread Hijackers

Neyven comes from a Yuuzhan Vong primary World ship (that is as yet not in the Star Wars plane)And through an insite from his god
Yun-Yumka Herd of the legendary Nexus plane and its pitiful defender Ganelon and asked his god to grant him the power to destroy Ganelon (much the same way im asking u to allow me to be the Dark power)and it was granted he gained the Dark Side of the force
and the abilty to controll the hidious mechines of most other planes

Another bonus in allowing me to be the dark power will protect your thread From...........ITH

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Allow SKP to be the dark power or this thread gets hijacked, just like: The guardians of Darkness, flying monkeys and When monkeys dance round totem poles. So take a read of those stories and decide if you wanna ****in risk this story.

****in make him the ****in dark power or I will **** this ****in thread up. You wanna **** with me? **** YOU

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Please bring all of your belongings and place them in my bag, lightsabers must be turned off, try anything and I will ****in kill you and collect your **** anyway.

that's rather childish of you two. "give us what we want or we'll throw a big hissy, and screw up your story!" how old are you? 2? 3 years old?
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here's my character and counter character, i just found this thread and it sounded interesting.
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Shade and Shadow Racinaga were brothers, both of them created in a lab from the same enhanced dna of a dead race that once ruled this universe. the two of them were intended to be the first of a special "guardian" race for an alliance of three races calling themselves the Triad. the only problem was that Shadow had a small Genetic taint that held him back at his two winged "larval" stage while shade had long since grown to a fully fledged 6-winged, two-armed, 7'5" Mlael. this little fact caused Shadow no shortage of anger, anger that was amplified by the effects of his taint, essentially making him evil. time after time, the two would fight each other, neither one ever winning or losing. eventually Shade left the Triad to find his own path, both Shade and
Shadow followed there own paths to make themselves as strong as powerful,with each one independently developing a type of living armor, called a Bio-Tech Suit, these wuits amplified their strengths and gave them extra abilites and advanced weapons. however, each had his own style of personal weapons, with Shadow carrying two massive blades forged from the strongest most durable and unbreakable alloy known, and Shade developing a set of weapons consisting of a living staff with serpentine properties, a sharpened flat head, pointy tail, and a poisonous "spit"; a large energy pulse rifle with a variable gravitic generator and an extensive range; and a sword made of the same metal as the armor of his suit, but tempered into a blade of extraordinary properties. as time went on Shade and Shadow eventually settled themselves into opposite parts of the universe to hone their skills and prepare for the day when, according to all the records they had managed to compile, they would become 540 years old,the human equivalent of 25, and have to fight each other to decide who would live on to restart their ancient race. however, on the day that the Adulthood rites were to begin both persons found themselves drawn through portals not of their own generating, and awoke to find themselves in an odd new universe where dozens more like them had been summoned to battle for domination of the nexus, and with it, dominion of all the universes connected by it.

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you're all a bunch of useless bloody loonies
-arthur from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

So I take it your characters are not humanoid? What do they look like other than having two arms and six wings? Well two in shade's case at least.

Icarich sprinted as fast and hard as he could, straining with every leap. He was on all fours again, pressing though the tangled woods away from the Cochad.

An angry bellow from behind caused him to glance over his shoulder at his pursuer. When he saw the Cochad he gained new confidence. Down here in the forest of stalks the Cochad's bulky torso could hardly fit between vines, while Icarich easily slipped between them. He pushed harder, hoping to gain enough distance to lose the hunter.

Soon however, he was forced to stop. Ahead of him the vines disappeared and the ground dropped away sharply. As he drew near Icarich saw that there was a massive fissure in the vines stretching perpendicular to him. He stared in horror, now he was trapped between the Cochad and the pit.

Quickly scanning the area, he saw that some vines reached part way across the chasm. There was a slight chance he could jump from the end of one and glide to a vine on the other side...He would have to risk it.

Icarich ran up the longest reaching vine he could find, he noticed that because he had stalled the Cochad had gained a lot of ground on him. He hurried along the branch pulling himself up with his front arms the Cochad hot on his heels. He could hear its snarl and feel its hot breath. He came to the end of the vine and tensed up ready to jump, but there came a great snapping behind him, and he saw that the vine was sagging under the Cochad's weight. He leapt, but it was too late, he had already fallen to far. He saw the Cochad jump after him, and prepared to meet it in mid-air when suddenly there was a blinding flash of light, when he uncovered his eyes the Cochad was gone. He simply stared dumbfounded at the place where it had been until he too was consumed by a portal, and transported to the Nexus...

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oops, sorry, missed the pair part, Shade's about 7'5", he's got 6 inch talons on the ends of his 6 pairs of wings and 4 hands, rather sharp canines, and a rather lean predator type look to him, but not in color, coloring and facial arrangement and the like are similar to most humans, 'cept for the fangs and completely black eyes. no whites, no iris, just completely black with flecks of a dark emerald color. Shadow is similar but with shorter talons, only 3 pairs of wings, one pair of arms, and midnight blue eyes with white pupils. both have an astonishingly large arsenal of magic at their fingertips, including a touch of some kind of telekinesis (closest thing to the force their universe has)that seems to be amplified by the nexus.

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you're all a bunch of useless bloody loonies
-arthur from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

Hehe cool...I might put up a sketch of Icarich, how many people are in the Nexus now? I'm thinking there will be a language barrier, if Ganelon grants the characters the ability to hear eachothers words in their own language it would really smooth things out. That would be interesting actually, it would mean that Icarich could speak to the Cochad...I meant to point this out earlier but Icarich's trait is cleverness and the Cochad's is ferocity neither have been present so far though.

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Yeh, i'm back too, having moved inta my dorm. Highemp and I are goin to the smae college~! Aint it great! Now I can access computers 24-7 instead of going to Highemp's house to use the INternet.
Anyways, shade, sounds great but what are the traits of your characters? We just gotta get that covered, thats all, because Ganelon's plan invovles characters with certain traits.
And ith, get out of this story if all your gonna do is mess it up. The other ith, the one who suggested the dark being, actually i think there the same person but anyways, the yuzhan vong are in the Star Wars plane, but most of them live outside the main empire/new republic galaxy. But its the same dimension and all that. & the dark being has to get his power pretty much from himself or some power he has innate w/in em instead of from some god.
We have 16 charactrs now, 8 good and 8 bad. We have one dark being submitted (from Krig, yay Krig, vikings 4ever and all that), and if we don't get any others by this coming saturday (thats Aug 25, then we're not taking any more ideas for the dark being.
Thats all now bye!

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I figure the Dark being should just be an indistinct malevolent force instead of one actual character.
Oh and those are cool characters shade, would you mind if I did a drawing?

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[This message has been edited by Pengun (edited August 19, 2001).]

you are wrong there are now 5 members of ITH

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sry pengun for me not being clear enough the adhesive substance holds the wood on the buildings together

Oh cool, that makes sense. I'd write my next post but I think I'll wait for one of the other Nexus people to post first.

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(NSP: Hey, just writing this to let you all know I'm still here, and waiting for the action in the Nexus to begin. That, and to say that Eluidath's prime trait is his wisdom/experience (since, looking at the other characters, I can definitavely say that he's the oldest thus far), and Shaiakin's is charisma/leadership. Thank you for your time. )

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my post got lost in the sever move, stupid me...ill try again later but now for bed its quater of four in the moning... geeze

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1. sounds cool pengun, go ahead!
2. Shade's trait is his creativeness. he has a knack for figuring our some way to use either his magic or his techonological knowledge to ovecoming a situation, his weakness is the fact that he tends to forget to inform the rest of the group his plans. thus making them less effective.
Shadow's trait is his determination, he sets his full attention and resources on a chore and doesn't give up till he's done. this is also his weakness cuz' he tends to be stubborn and single minded.

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you're all a bunch of useless bloody loonies
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Okay, I changed my mind about that sade, I wouldn't want to mess it up . Should I wait until everyone is in the nexus to continue?

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(Finally, I get a moment to post. This is my first post of two, which will finally see me into the Nexus. Special note to Dark Lancer and Highemperor; never fear, my suggestion/offer for the Dark Being will be in your respective inboxes before August 25th.)

Tan Lai's Hotel and Casino had turned into a nightmare. The Yakuza, who Tan had long turned a graciously ignorant (and fearful) eye towards, had been discussing their usual businesses, takeovers and conflicts. Suddenly, one of the heads had stood.

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"I'm afraid, gentlemen," Boss Xi-Wan Long had started, "that your business with the Yakuza has concluded."

Boss Hirotama Shirashi had rose from his chair menacingly. "What nonsense are you talking about, Long? We are the Bosses of the Yakuza-it's forefathers! We helped to bring the Yakuza to its current power-unlike you, whose time in the organisation pales in comparison to those seated here."

Boss Long rose to his full height and stature. He was quite frightening upon inspection-tall, gaunt yet powerful, with 'enhanced sensory capacity'-meaning that his biological eyes and ears (as well as his arms) had been replaced with robotic and more efficient replacements. Even with automated eyes, though, one could sense the intelligence behind them-and the aggression. Xi-Wan's greatest strength was his aggression. He had fought battles that he could never win and somehow did, because of his unreleneting ferocity, his darkened fury.

"This may be true, Boss Shirashi, but it fails to answer the lingering question in my head."

"Oh really?" The older Boss laughed condesceningly. "And what is that?"

Long's right arm literally blurred, and when they were still again, the lasersight on his gold-plated sidearm drew a bead on Shirashi's forehead.

"How far are you going to fly?"

With a sound like a cannon, the gun fired, and Boss Hirotama Shirashi ceased to be, his corpse launching into the air and flying across the long conference table, splattering against the wall.

Almost immediately, the other Bosses drew their weapons, but Long's guards, positioned at strategic points, beat them to it. Their long-barelled rifles cut through their former superiors with a grim ease, leaving them piled up on the floor.

Xi-Wan Long reloaded his empty gun, then smiled enthusiastically at the bodyguards.

"Best day of work I've ever-"

He was cut off as the heavy steel door to the conference room exploded inward, crushing one of the four bodyguards under it. The other three spun and fired instantly, but Long waved them silent quickly.

There was no one there.

At least, there was.

As spontaneously as the door had exploded, Detective Hiro Kiyobashi had appeared around the corner, with a large pistol in one hand and a small device in the other that the gang members hadn't seen before.

Simultaneously, as Long and the bodyguards fired their first shots, Kiyobashi tossed the device in the air, fell onto his back to dodge the enemy fire, drew a bead and fired, closing his eyes as he did so.

The flashbang worked instantly, blinding the three bodyguards permanently due to the short distance in which it detonated. Long, with his mechanical eyes, was unaffected. With astonishing ease, he kicked a nearby steel chair, sending it flying at lightning speed toward Kiyobashi. The Detective ducked, and it shattered above his head. Only his body armour saved him from serious damage.

Crying out in rage, Kiyobashi fired rapidly with his pistol at Long, who dodged and weaved with startling speed. With a primal scream, Long spun and leaped out the 85th-story window. For a split, shocked second, Kiyobashi felt a pang of disappointment (I wanted to finish him off myself), but these thoughts were discarded when he saw Long scurrying up the fire escape.

Kiyobashi ran to the window just in time to see Long disappearing onto the rooftop. Distantly, Kiyobashi could hear the dull noise of a helicopter and it all came together.

He already HAS a getaway plan!

No, no, you have to get him, you have to KILL him-

Getting away, getting away, for the millionth time he's just going to SLIP AWAY-

NO!

Holstering his pistol, Kiyobashi grabbed his comm-link, already mounting the ladder.

"Attention all units! Green light! Repeat-green light! Get in here, NOW! I have the primary suspect heading to the rooftop LZ (Landing Zone)! Do we have ANYONE up in the air? If so, get over here! Ten-four!"

And with a final moment of hesitation, Hiro Kiyobashi started up the ladder to avenge his wife, his daughters...and himself.

Just so you all know, Saturday, August 25th, is also the day by which we need ALL the characters in the Nexus. Thanks.

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