GAHHHH MUST WRITE QUICKLY

Ford walked into the bar, looking around, taking in the scenery. he had come here to tell his tale. an unforgiving tale of hate and violence. He walked to the back scanning faces, looking for the one. at last he had found her, a tall redhead sitting in the darkes booth in the darkest corner. she was wearing sunglasses and a trench. he'd been at her again.

"hello," he said siting down, "i hope i havent kept you waiting."

"No, not at all."

"Good. You may have been wondering why i asked you to come here. i have a very long tale to tell and i must tell it now before anything else happens," he said. he then waved his hand over the candel on the table, being sure to block anyones view of it first. "this as you know him, is Peter Gourard. but his real name is Murdoch. H is an inherantly evil being, reincarnated into the body of your husband. He is just now discovering his latent power as i had feared he would. this is the reason the man you have married has begun to harm you.

"understand, i am giving you, the absolute bare threads version of this story for times sake. Murdoch was born a a planet very smilar to this, but like your moon, one half of the world was in eternal darkness. millennia ago, two brothers fought over our planet over who would cotrol it. they decided on a compromise, one would get the light half, and the other would get the dark. the dark was given to the brother of the dark ways, and the light half the brother of the light. here the history of the dark is not known to me, for i am a child of the light. on the Light side our powers and technology grew, we believed we were defensively the best. we were totally unprepared for what happened next.

"twins were born to a mother on the border of the two cities. One of the was me, ad the other was Murdoch. murdoch always was the kind of persn to torture the helpless and the weak, while i always helped, and nurtured. as we grew older, it was obvious our powers were stronger than most on our planet. then at the age of 14, murdoch was banished to the Dark Half, for the murder of a powerful burrough goveror. we didnt hear from him for 20 years.

"i continued to grow in power, and knowledge of the best firearms, showing that i could be the finest healer warrior the planet had ever produced. i recieved appointment to the emeress's guard, ascending through the ranks with record breaking speed. finally i earned the highest honour, the Empress's personal bodyguard. it was here i learned of the Prophesy."


more tomorrow i promise, i have work to do right now

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may the farce be with you.

Yoda007 waited for the blow, the pain, the searing fire, that never came. He opened his clinched eyes and discovered he was in an Amber Tower and before him was a wizened old man.

Alright, just so y'all know, the heroes are going to be transported to the Nexus FIRST, by Ganelon, and the villains are going to be summoned, by the Dark Being, LATER. The Dark Being will probably just reach into the time of the plane at which the hero was taken to summon the villain, then, so that, in the time of that particular plane, they disappear at the same time. But in the Nexus, it will be a little while before the villains show up. Just letting you all know.

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What is the nexus like exactly? Is there rope there?

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Pengun, the Nexus is a fantasy realm whose common citizens live in a world of medieval technology and magical spells. So, yes, they would have rope. And, while the heroes are in the Amber Citadel, they would have access to amazing abilities.

But the power levels possessed by the higher-ups are astonishing. For instance, the Amber Wizards, of which Ganelon is head, are the most supremely powerful good guys in the whole multiverse, whereas the Dark Being's army is going to be the most supremely powerful bad guys in the whole multiverse. At the top of the struggle are Ganelon and the Dark Being themselves, at the pinnacle of power and of charisma.

Oh, and the first paragraph describes just the central planet of the Nexus dimension, which is called Bahneim. There are several other planets in that dimension, each ruled over by a being of tremendous power. Though they don't by themselves have more power than any one of the Amber Wizards, there are billions of these beings, called dominances, while there are only a thousand Amber Wizards.

The dominances are actually powerful beings residing in the Nexus who reach into the other planes to establish themselves as "gods". For example, mythological Earth "gods" would be represented there, like Zeus, though they would certainly not one of the more powerful dominances. Bear in mind that they are NOT actual gods, they just purport themselves to be.

Do not do anything with these dominances yet, at least not without special clearance from me or Dark Lancer. Dark Lancer and I have a plan for the dominances later on in the story.

On Saturday, Dark Lancer and I will discuss which Dark Being to accept, and then, on Sunday, we will email the submitters our verdict. Then we will inform the other writers and readers of what the situation is. So, if you have an idea for the Dark Being, you have until midnight tomorrow! We prefer fully developed characters, but mere ideas will work as well. Thanks!

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My suggestion for the Dark Being is a malevolent force known as the devourer of thoughts. It can take any form but cannot be harmed physically. It can destroy the mind of any mortal being from the inside.

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"The day will come when Great Evil will capture the Light Half, and Darkness will descend upon us."

"that is how it was written. and so it happened, 2 years after i first heard the Prophesy, my brother, your husband, led a group of Dark Terrorists into the Light Half. a great battle ensued between the Empress's Guards ad the Terrorists, ending when Murdoch himself struck down the empress and captured her soul in a mirror.

"the morale of the guards were shattered especialy that of mine. i pointed inward all my destructive capacity, shredding my insides and liquifying my brain.

"i was reincarnated into this current body only 150 years ago, at around 17 i discovered my past, through intense meditation. i quickly regained my powers, and illeagally obtained the weapons i was most prficient in. it was time to go after my brother.

"in the years before i realized my past, Murdoch had built a dark empire, ruling with a hand a iron with a heart of the same. he had taken everything good in the light half and twisted it to his will, turnig houses of healing and happiness into places of pain and torture. our childhood home was burned to the ground, sifting through it, i found the remains of my mother inside.

"there is not much time now, i can sense he is close, to him i am like homing beacon, we arre mentally linked, so he will be here soon. all you eed to know right now is that i killed him in his palace, and freed teh emmress from her eternal prison. even as we speak my people are rebuilding the Light Half, and building many defenses against another attack.

"i sent Murdocs soul here, where i knew it would do no harm. because he had no way of reminding him of his past, it took him this long t discover it. i cannot return your husband to you, for he isnt the man you married. i can only assure you he will not harm you anymore."

She bagan to cry, and ford wishe he oculd help, but he could not. just then, the wall next to for exploded inward, and ford and the girl were thrown across the room. Ford looked to her,but her head had been split open my the corner of the wooden bar. He inwardly grieved.

"Hello, brother," Murdoch said, "Good to see you again."

By now the people were running for the door screaming, confused. this was good, at least no one else would be hurt.

"the feeling is mutual, Murdoch."

Ford generated an energy ball, meant to stun his brother, and sent it at him. Murdoch quickly blocked it with a n energy shield.

"You havent changed, Ford. No, not at all. You were always too weak to kill me unless you absolutely had to. now i am inviting it, i dare you to kill me. strike me down."

Ford drew his pistol, and charged the weapon. "i dont want to kill you brother, i want you to change, and live peacefully in the Light Half."

"And serve that stupid witch of an Empress? HA! you'd never really expect me to follow HER rules? would you? of course you would."

ford then took his shot and aimed at Murdochs collarbone, where hed be least protected. the beam absorbed into a shield a full two inches away from his body. Murdoch retaliated with a huge all of light, which knocked ford through the air. he prepared himself for impact with the ground, but it never came.

he looked around him, and all he could see was a somber gold. he was lying in a cushion of gold, the ceiling was gold, and the walls were gold.

(where the hell am i) ford thought, standing up. he realized he was very sleepy and fell back down onto the cushion.


OOC:bahh...it was the best i could do. im not too good at action scenes, but ill get better i promise

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[This message has been edited by IS_ford1342 (edited August 26, 2001).]

Icarich woke up feeling dizzy and confused. He rested in his head in his hands and took a moment to observe his surroundings. He was lying in a pile of soft woven cushions in a fairly small round chamber. He struggled to his feet and his eyes widened in confusion. Everything in the room was made of a dark warm colour he could not name, it was like nothing he had seen in nature. The walls and floor seemed to be made of a hard solid material, he could see the seams of bricks, a sight entirely new to him. The first thing he noticed though, was that he felt much heavier, as if he was under a heavey blanket. After a moment he realised that he was in fact wearing a full length robe. He struggled to pull it off when a voice interrupted him.

"Please, wear the clothes, they are our gift to you, and they were rather difficult to tailor too."

The voice, Icarich saw, came from a being who had just entered the chamber. He was an old man clad in flowing golden robes with a short black beard.

Icarich had never seen a human before...he was taken completely by surprise at the appearence of such a creature.

"What are you? What is this place? Why am I here?"

Icarich was bursting with questions that needed to be answered.

"Let me start by saying that I am Osemeis, pleased to meet you, and I am an Amber Wizard. Your questions will be answered in time, first let me show you around."

Confused, and not knowing what to do, Icarich followed him...

Sorry about my inconsistent writing style...I need a lot of practice still, sigh, I hope it wasn't too painful to read

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[This message has been edited by Pengun (edited August 25, 2001).]

Uh, highemp and i have discussed the situation w/ the dark being and we've come to ta clonclusion which we've emailed to all the sumbitters, except pengun, since we don't have your email address. please get us your email address and we'll send it to yoiu.

i prolmise i'll write more carefully for the followoig post

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Ganelon studied the candles on his wall. He was watching his champions adjust to the new atmosphere to which they found themselves subjected to.
He would have to conceal their presence for as long as possible, for he knew that his nemeses would no doubt summon the archenemeies of his champions as soon as he got wind of Ganelon's plan. Of course, no one but Ganelon would know the full extnet of the plan until it was unleashed upon the Dark Being.
Soon, he would summon his champions to his laboratory.

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as shade woke up in the new place he realized that his weapons and armor were no longer on him, instead he was wearing some kind of altered heavy robe over his second skin plasma-plating.
"what th-? Whoever did this better show their face really soon! if they don't...*activates Bio-Tech suit "trample" and holds up one massive armored fist menacingly* i will come find you myself."
takes three steps forward to activate a short distance Spacial Anomaly outside the room, only to find the room shielded
"so? you wanna do this the hard way? fine by me. it's your house anyway!"
as shade runs at the door his suit seems to shuffle and remold itself to increase forward momentum and maximize the amount of mass going through to door, only to skid to a stop as the door opens and a short fellow steps in and smiles in as non-menacing a way as he can
???:"sorry for the inconvenience, my master will be with you shortly"
Shade:"about time. this is a nice place. i would hate to wreck the beautiful architecture."

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

Ford awoke from his sleep, feeling utterly, energized. it was the best he had had in years. He surveyed his surroundings once again, taking in more detail. the room was rounghly circular i shape, with odd oviod bumps protruding from the wall. standing up, he looked at the cieling which was flat,but separated from the walls slightly, and through this space the room was lighted. which seemed odd, ecause everything in the room had a luminescance about it, glowing with that soft goldish colour.

He turned around and discovered that the bad he had been sleeping in had dissappeared, and had been replaced with one of those odd bumps. He touched the surface of the bump, and jumped back when it opened revealing the bed of cushions. He realized that the other bumps must be storage compartments of some kind.

He walked across the room, and touched one at random, and it immeadeately opened, and in this compartment was a sink.

Suddenly a secion of the wall lifted up and a small man walked in. Ford stepped away from the sink guiltily.

"My master wishes to speak with you."

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may the farce be with you.

I guess we will meet as a group next? Or will we just be free to roam the castle until Ganelon gathers us?
BTW my email is pengun@kittymail.com...I don't check it too often though.

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You are free to roam the castle, WITH a guide, until Ganelon summons you. We're still hashing out the details of the Dark Being, and then we'll post in earnest.

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Yoda007 cautiosuly approched the old man. The old man said "Welcome to the Amber Citadel all your questions will be answered in a short time."
"Well thats a relief I was afraid that they may not be answered at all. Soooooo when do I ask you?"
"Not me my master and in a short time. I am authorized to give you a tour if you would like," said the old man.
"That'd be great," said Yoda007.

the small man looked to be about 50, but looks can bee decieving. ford knew this because he himself had seemed to stop aging at around 25.

"actually, i just came to give you a tour of the place. i would like to welcome you to the Amber Citadel, on the plane of the Nexus. pretty nifty room huh? the just installed these neat orb thingies like 150 years ago. whoo! nayway, i bet you'd like to see outside this one little room wouldnt you?"

"that would be nice. where are my clothes? i just noticed that im not wearing my coat. i cant feel completely comfortable without it."

"surely!" the man, ford sill didnt know his name, walked over to the compartment directly opposite the bedone, and touched it. in this compartnment was all of fords personal belongings. ford quickly grabbed the coat, and put it on.

(boy am i glad i have this back i may need my life support later and possibly the suicide pill.)

"i hope you dont mid, but we have taken the liberty of removing your suicide pill from the secret pouch."

"what?1" he cried. he went directly to where the pouch was, ut it was still sown shut. "How..."

the man put a finer to his nose and tapped it and said, "Magic."

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Eluidath opened his eyes. He was alive. There was no way in the universe that it could possibly be, but he was alive. Or am I?

Eluidath examined his surroundings for a moment. It certainly wasn't dissimilar to his notion of what Heaven was like. And there was definitely something odd about his surroundings, something...out of place. It was similar to the sensation of being at the edge of one's central communications network, or perhaps outside of it altogether. Communications network... I should report in. My subordinates will be wondering what's become of me.

Eluidath made a subtle motion with his hand, and several translucent, holographic green disks sprang into being about a foot and a half in front of him. He swiftly touched one with his finger, causing it to split into two halves, which in turn split again. He touched one of the quarters, causing it to grow in size and change shape to a thin rectangle. Eluidath quickly navigated through the interface, holographic squares, rectangles, circles, and other shapes appearing and dissipating, until only a small red sphere floated in the air before him.

"Dawsol. Lieutenant Dawsol, alpha phi gamma twelve. Execute call." Eluidath waited for a moment, until a female voice, audible only to himself, spoke in the back of his mind.

"You are unable to access the comnet. You are out of range."

How can I be out of range? I was a hundred thousand light years from range limit! Eluidath swiftly brought up more holographic menus, accessing the emergency subspace com network. Only two hundred and nineteen people in the entire universe knew about it, and that counted Eluidath.

"You are unable to access the comnet. You are out of range."

It's impossible to be out of range of the subspace net. The subspace net is by definition omnipresent. Eluidath frowned. Shaiakin must have somehow disabled my communications with whatever it was he hit me with. It's either that, or I'm no longer in my universe.

It was possible, Eluidath reflected grimly. Recently the lab boys had been experimenting with inter-dimensional travel--so far no-one had come back from a foray into another dimension, though, save for one or two bodies. Surely Shaiakin and his followers couldn't have stolen the technology so quickly. Not without Eluidath knowing about it, at any rate.

Eluidath rose to his feet, the translucent red communications sphere disappearing with an almost silent crackle, reminiscent of static electricity. The room he was in was unique with its strange semi-spherical bumps, pleasing to the eye, but nothing impressive. He glanced down briefly at his clothing. Someone had taken his clothes, and replaced them with what looked like an old-fashioned version of his family's formal wear, a robe of an odd amber colour.

Eluidath detected motion behind him, his sensors registering a young woman, anywhere from twenty to a hundred and twenty years of age, wearing a robe only slightly different from his own. She was entering his room from a door he'd not noticed before, silently. Why didn't I notice that door? Something is very wrong here.

"Hello, my lady, what can I do for you?" Eluidath spoke without turning around, his back to her. Turning to face your company before they spoke was considered rude in some parts of the universe. A brief flash of surprize crossed the young woman's face for the briefest instant, and was replaced instantly with a smooth calm. Eluidath wondered why she should be startled. Perhaps customs were more different here than he knew. At least she didn't look like she intended harm.

"I was about to ask the same question of you," the young woman replied, in a serene, almost golden voice. "Have you found your surroundings comfortable? Are you hungry?"

Am I hungry? What kind of question is that? My nutritional generator program is working just fine. I think. I hope. Eluidath finally turned to face the girl, looking at her now with his eyes, rather than his ambient sensors. "I am comfortable, thank you for inquiring. If it is not rude to ask, may I enquire as to where I am and who you are?"

"I am Alanna, of the Amber Wizards. You are in the Citadel of Amber Wizards. My master will tell you all else you need to know, when he is ready. I can, in the meantime, guide you on a tour of the Citadel if you would like."

That explains the colour of the room and the robe, anyway. But a wizard? As in a wizard who uses magic? How sane is this person?

"I thank you for the offer, but I will remain in my room. I must adjust, and recharge my systems."

The woman looked slightly puzzled once more for some reason, and then nodded and left. Eluidath stood there for a moment, thinking. I must ascertain the extent of the damage Shaiakin has caused my system programs. After that, I can determine where I am. First things first.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Eluidath called up the holographic menus once more, and began to manually attempt to get the diagnostics program working once more.

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Kiyobashi leaped from the service ladder onto the rooftop with his pistol drawn, ready for anything Long threw at him.

Nothing.

Nothing except a stairway leading back down into the building, and the ominous flashing of the helicopter pad lights.

Cursing, Kiyobashi crossed halfway across the landing pad before he froze.

He remembered a cross-reference from his tactical ops training. Saw vividly his old instructor, Hitachi Lu, poke a bony finger at him, a fresh cadet, and frown.

"Remember, Kiyobashi...landing lights only flash if an incoming craft is locked onto the LZ!"

Instantly, Kiyobashi looked up, and sure enough, he could make out a fully-armed attack helicopter descending at a fair pace.

He took careful aim with his pistol to cripple the landing skids-

An explosion of pain and sound erupted in Kiyobashi's brain. He dropped to his knees, and gazed down in horror at his ruptured chest. With grim determination, he locked eyes with Long, standing at the stairway, his heavy handgun smoking.

Then, Kiyobashi fell flat.

VENGEANCE!!!, his numbing mind screamed.

"V..vengeance.." Kiyobashi croaked, and died.

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Long watched his old enemy with detached amusement as he faltered, then lay still. Casually, he grasped his radio.

"Alpha Six, you are clear. Come down here and pick me up."

"Roger. Clear the LZ for me," was the crackling reply.

Long strode over to his fallen enemy and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him aside.

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A surge.

A surge of hope.

A surge of being.

Kiyobashi's body had temporarily died.

But his brain had never stopped.

He didn't believe in miracles; the only one he prayed for was his family returned.

But, in a corner of his mind, Kiyobashi acknowledged that the impossible had just occured.

Slowly, he could feel control returning, and with humongous effort, his arm shot up, batting Long's away.

The crime lord gaped at him, shocked, and went for his gun, but Kiyobashi cleared his sword from its sheath first, and with a clean swipe, knocked the pistol out of his hands, off the rooftop.

Snarling, Long drew his own sword, and the two circled each other.

"You're not walking away from this alive, Long!"

The Boss grinned, and lunged at Kiyobashi, who parried the blow off to the side, scoring a kick on the back of the villain's knee as he charged. Kiyobashi brought his sword down on the kneeling Long's head, but he rolled forward and away just in time, coming up and laughing.

"You're a little stronger than your family was, Detective."

Screaming, Kiyobashi lunged at his foe. Long locked the two swords together, and they grimaced at each other through the lock.

"You're getting emotional, Detective..."

Long kneed Kiyobashi in the stomach and hit him on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, sending him staggering forward.

"That's going to get you KILLED!"

He jumped at Kiyobashi, intending to finish him with a sword through the back-

But Kiyobashi ducked and swung at Long as he leaped overhead, cutting his throat. Long tried to scream, but could only manage a low gutteral sound as he fell to the floor.

"That was for my wife."

Kiyobashi got up himself, slowly, his sword raised above his head, ready to finish Long off and die in peace.

"And this is for my k-"

Long suddenly rose and kicked Kiyobashi in the chest, sending him flying backwards. With a final, choked roar-

"GGGGKKKKKHHHHH!!!"

-Long leaped at Kiyobashi, his sword landing in the Detective's chest-

Just as Kiyobashi's own entered Long's solar plexus.

They lay there for an eternity, Long on top, Kiyobashi under him, staring deeply into the pure hate of each other's eyes.

Then, Kiyobashi pushed Long off, and laughed.

Laughed through the pain, and misery.

It was the best possible turn-out for him. He had killed Long, avenged his family, and now he was about to rejoin them!

He was still thanking God when a bright, actnic light flashed between them, and they both submitted to it, thinking it to be the entry to the next world.

They were soon to discover how wrong they were...

Icarich had quickly gotten used to the sight of humans as Osemeis walked around the castle with him. Icarich had been asking Osemeis questions constantly since the second he woke up.

"So this Ganelon has chosen me..." said Icarich slowly.

"That's right, you are one of the champions. I really can't tell you much right now, you'll have to wait until the meeting."

"But why me? I am the worst hunter in my tribe. If we are supposed to fight this darkness why not choose the strongest?"

"Well, the choice was not mine. It was Ganelon's and he must have seen some quality in you that others do not posess."

Icarich mulled over this and they walked in silence for a good while. He was still having trouble getting used to walking in wide open spaces and down arcaded corridors. However he liked the change, everything was made of that warm amber colour and the architecture was smooth and flowing. He stopped for a moment in an open courtyard, something was bothering him.

"What's wrong Icarich?" said Osemeis.

"I just noticed, when you speak your mouth does not move to the words I hear."

"Ah yes, a little bit of our magic for your convenience. We do not speak the same language of course, so a spell has been cast over this place so that we can all hear eachother's words."

Icarich was about to ask about this but stopped. He realised these people must have incredible power, and the experience of appearing in another dimension had made him much more acceptant of the seemingly impossible.

"Anyway we better be going, the meeting is soon, you'll get to meet the other champions." Osemeis looked up at the sun.

Icarich brightened at this, it seemed that Osemeis wasn't very talkative, he was looking forward to talking to some other beings.

"Are there any other Iltif champions?"

"Afraid not, a few are humans, but there are other species too. Come let's go quickly."

Ugh, I'm still getting used to this...hope I didn't go on for too long, who wants to post the first part of the meeting?


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"if you'll lpease follow me, i will escort you around the Citadel, and answer most questions you may have." the old man motioned towards the door.

"Okay, but first, what is your name?"

"Ah i have forgotten to introduce my self again," he said. "well, my full name is kitanguros(pronuciation: Keet-ahn-goo-rohs) Fahlney. But mostly people call me Kit."

"well Kitanguros, lets get going shall we?"

"yes, of course."

OOC:i hope i didnt take too much liberty in describing the room. i just had an image to express...hope you dont mind HighEmp. sorry for the short bursts also, my inspiration has been runing thin since the second post.

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K, yall can start having your guides bring you to Ganelon's rom now

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Ganelon levitated in the room, meditating. Suddenly his eyes flashed open.

"It is time."

okey-dokey!
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as shade continued to question the evasive little man he also took stock of the room in all manners, noting the multi-spectral amber coloring of the walls, and the set-spell concealed in the arrangement of the room
"so where is this place that you have the ancient knowledge of building spells into architecture?"
anonymous amber wizard:"you will find out soon."
Shade, getting rather annoyed with the little man's evasiveness:"listen, if i don't get some answers soon i am going to break this room and distribute some indiscriminate violence!"
little man:"fine fine, it is time anyway. follow me."
Shade:"ARGH! i hope "it is time" means i get some answers. for your sake."
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as shade walked into the room, he immediately noticed the figure floating in the middle of the room, he also noticed that no one else had shown up yet.
shade:"am I going to get some answers or what?"
Ganelon:"yes you will get some answers shade, please excuse quarpogue, he was the only other person left for the job, and he tends to be a little secretive and greedy with his knowledge."

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-arthur from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

The first thing Icarich noticed when he entered the chamber was Ganelon, levitating in the center of the room with a calm expression on his face.

"Hello, are you the Ganelon?"

"I am. Make yourselves comfortable while the others arrive."

As he said this Ganelon gestured at the floor and two seat compartments rose and opened. Shade remained standing, and Icarich just saw him.

"Hello, I am Icarich Sishnios of Festhyie Om Drilye, you are another champion?"
Icarich paused for a moment and then pushed his upper arms behind his back and opened his palms to Shade, it was an ancient Iltif greeting. Shade looked Icarich up and down critically, and mocked the gesture himself.

"I guess so-" He turned to Ganelon "-What do you want from me anyway?"

"Please, wait for the others..."

Said Ganelon. Shade crossed his arms angrily.

"Your testing my patience."

I guess I want someone else to join the scene now...am I getting better?

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Inchaura woke up between silk sheets. He felt somewhat confined, and could not remember where he was.

Then he remembered. The destruction of his universe, an eternity spent in the void, discovery of the Nexus. . .

He had entered this cosmic cynosure and wandered around for perhaps a month before stumbling onto the Amber Citadel.

And today was the day that the leader of these guys were summoning his champions, Inchaura included.

Suddenly, he realized why he felt confined. Drat these four-dimensional planes!

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Kitanguros smiled as he led ford through the halls of the Citadel. Kit had explained everything about the wizards and how ganelon would be calling any minute. not long after they had left the room, Kit got a strange expression on his face. suddenly ford realized that Kit had not been speaing to him by moving his lips but by telepathy. ford had abandoned his ability to do this when he found that hardly anyone on his planet could speak back to him. of course, he could always look into their minds, but that was rude.

now he heard a thought clearly from Kianguros. "Are you sure?"

(sure of what) ford said.

kitanguros looked suprised and exasparated. ford geussed he was one of the younger wizards. Kit spoke aloud for the first time, "It is time. I will take you to see Ganelon now."

"Good, i have been waiting for this. but i am a little dissappointed that we couldnt talk longer. im getingg to like ya kit," ford said slapping him on the shoulder. " but later. could you take me to see ganelon now?"

"yes surely." the man seemed to have calmed down a bit. yes he was quite young for these wizards, much younger than ford himself. he realized that Kit not only respected him, but looked to him with a childlike awe.

(my hero complex) ford smiled."lets get going huh?"

Kit led him to a large room, where only three peope were. there was an angry fellow, who stood with his arms crossed and seemed to be pouting. there was an odd furry creature, who looked funnily like the squirrels of earth.(oOC:earth exists on many planes)except this creature had four arms. and finally, there was someone whom ford figured to be ganelon. he was foating a fll two fee from the ground with his legs crossed.

the furry creature cam towards ford with his stornger arms behind his back and his little ones outstreached. ford returned the gesture by spreading his arms. "i am ford of the Light Half of the Planet Domod. i greet you with open arms."

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Icarich smiled at Ford's greeting, it was actually fairly close to the one his tribe used.

"So, Ford is another champion? I hope to get some answers soon."

"That's right. It's not usual to be torn from your plane of existance without a getting a good explanation."

Don't know why I bothered actually posting this. Oh well. By the way I'd never pictured the Iltif as looking anything like a squirrel but that's not a bad idea, I might modify the description.

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goes over to the newcomer, rather disgustedly noting that he is a human
"hi, I'm Shade, be very glad that i've already figured out you're from a different dimension from mine, otherwise you would be drawn and quartered on the ceiling right now."
Ford:"why?"
Shade:"because in my section of the multiverse, humans are an annoying scourge of self-righteous little bipeds who think that all the aliens of the universe are a lower form of life because we don't like upstarts who gain space-travel, meet aliens, and then think they're hotshots cuz they have violence. my race almost died once a long time ago because of them and since then the human race has ben treated like cockroaches for disturbing the 200 year peace of the mlael empire, when I and my brother were revived, it was because of damn humans."
ford:"i assure you, in my section ,as you call it, humans are just getting into space, we have too much trouble at home to bother other races. although, I personally think you are acting like a spoiled baby. grow up."
Shade, laughing out loud,"ha! I like you already! grow up...hahaha! i've seen nebulae grow old and their stars go supernova, and i'm just at an estimated 25% of my life! grow up! heh heh hoo hoo, best joke i've ever heard. but you have a point, i am acting a bit childish, but that is because i just got dragged out of a battle with my brother to get dumped into unfamiliar clothing and stuck with some secretive gnome. i'm guessing your wizard was more talkative than mine?"
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Hearing the argument, Icarich turned to Ganelon and noticed that he wore a very distant expression on his face, as if he was not even in the room. He looked back to Shade and Ford.

"I'm sure your hate is reasonable Shade, but however despicable humans may be in your universe, you will have to get use to them."

Shade glared at the Iltif but appeared to be over his momentary anger.

"Those others better get here soon, human or not. I can't stand being left in the dark like this!" Said Shade.

"I don't know why he chose such a mismatched group, only a lunatic would think a group like this could work together."

I don't think you got too carried away, I'm glad the story is moving so fast. However I want the other champions to show up soon.

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OCC:not too much.

"Or someone very wise. but i must correct you. i am not a human, mearly humanoid. i look like a human, because we are similar, but my people are a separate branch of primates, from my planet.

"the humans in my part of the multiverse are as stupid and egocentric as yours. our planet is very different from thiers though, and we are very peacefull. at least on the Light Half."

"whatever," Icarich said, "stop arguing, we just need to sit and wait for the others."

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And so we will

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Alanna of the Amber Wizards walked swiftly through the halls, towards the room of the one called Eluidath. She didn't know what to make of the old man. Somehow, without using any magical spells at all, he'd seen her while his back had been turned to her. What kind of plane had this man come from, anyhow? He looked human enough.

Alanna approached the door of Eluidath's room, sending a tingling of magical energy ahead to open it. The little man sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, the ambient light glinting off of his bald head, his bushy white brows drawn together in concentration. He'd somehow found his old clothes, the gold robe was neatly folded beside him. A shiver of startlement went through Alanna, though she did not let it show through her calm exterior. Before the man, a series of slightly glowing, brightly coloured shapes floated, almost transparent. As she watched, he reached out and touched one of the shapes, pulling it into a new position. This caused one of the other shapes to change from a soft blue sphere to a flashing red triangle. Lines of red script began flowing downwards from the red triangle. The man's bushy eyebrows raised up, causing deep lines in his forehead to appear.

"How can I assist you, Alanna of the Amber Wizards?" He spoke, without looking up. He touched a flat orange square and it swiftly split into two yellow rectangles, one of which expanded to about twice its size.

"My master has respectfully requested your presence, Eluidath. This is how you wish to be called, Eluidath?"

"Eluidath is fine, Alanna." He touched a small sphere, and all the coloured shapes disappeared with a soft snap and a gentle flash of greenish light. He rose to his feet, quite easily for one so old-looking. "Shall we go, then?"

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Eluidath strode down the hallway, behind the one called Alanna. It was worse than he'd feared. After finally getting his diagnostics program to function properly, he'd discovered that his entire molecular kinesis system was badly out of phase. This meant that virtually anything he tried to do that involved shifting anything the size of an atom or smaller would have dangerously unpredictable results, which had prompted his control program to shut down any systems involving kinesis on a scale below Atomic 5.39. And the molecular kinesis thing was only the biggest thing not right. He was lucky he had any system programs at all still functioning.

Eluidath squinted at the surrounding walls, all of some shade of amber. There was something strange about this place. Time wasn't flowing as it should, though Eluidath couldn't put his finger on just what was wrong. He'd have to investigate it further, if he could in the state his systems were in. He slowed as Alanna of the Amber Wizards came to a stop before a fair-sized door.

"Please, enter. Ganelon and the others are waiting for you."

Eluidath stepped through the door.

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Who's writing for Ganelon? So far his role has been limited to furniture.

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Dark Lancer and I will be the primary writers for Ganelon. But anyone else is welcome to post about him. We're just waiting for everyone else to get into the room.

Meanwhile, I'm going to bring Ti-Shen into the Citadel, since that is an interesting character, and the writer has been lax lately. . . Hope you don't mind, Ti-Shen. Tell me if you do. . .

Ti-Shen woke up between sheets the same color as the auras surrounding his hands when the tone sounders were activated. Well, not quite the same color as gold, actually, more like a. . . amber color, that was it.

But where was he? He sat up and looked around. He was in a room of gold - no, amber - but what was he doing here?

He remembered his most recent battle with Archander, his ages-old nemesis. They had exchanged blows, fighting the same fight that they always fought, when there had been a flash of light - an AMBER flash, he now realized - and he had appeared here.

Of course, that left a question still in doubt. No, two.

Where WAS here? And who or WHAT had transported him to this place?

Things felt so different here, to his finely attuned tonal senses. The universe around him should be resonating with a bish-bah, bish-bah sort of sound, that only those of great sensitivity could detect. Ti-Shen didn't feel anything like that.

Was there perhaps an exception to the rule of the universe? Did its tone differ in some remote galaxy, and Archander had teleported him there - here, he reminded himself - in order to throw him off-guard and ambush him?

No, that made no sense. Archander would have killed him in his sleep. Ti-Shen had been sleeping for at least 19 hours, an hour more than the optimum amount of sleep beings of his race needed.

Of course, Archander could have. . . well, never mind. The possibilities were endless. No need to go worrying about all of them.

But that didn't mean that he shouldn't be wary of danger. Ti-Shen grinned. If anyone was planning to trap him, they would find that he was not a wtuck easily trapped.

Getting out of the bed, he tested his feet against the floor, making sure it wasn't unstable or booby-trapped.

He activated his tonal sounders, and the usual golden glow appeared around his hands, seeming oddly out of place with the amber. Cautiously, he sounded a tone, listening for the resonance of the universe.

It was a thrum, a thrum of vitality and life, of potential beyond all imagining.

Ti-Shen's smile froze on his face. When he and Archander had discovered the Nexus, they had sent tones beyond the boundaries of space and time toward the Nexus to test its resonance.

What they had heard was what he was hearing now.

I'm in the Nexus! He gravitated between panic and joy, finally settling on a sort of queasy excitement. But why?

Ti-Shen suddenly realized that he had no clothes on. He hadn't noticed because the room was a perfect temperature. He should put some clothes on, but where could they be?

He looked around, his mind making a mental note of the fact that his bed had disappeared. It was merely one big amber room. Nothing.

Immediately, a door appeared next to the wall beside him. Hesitantly, he reached out and opened it.

It was a closet, with amber garments inside. He dressed himself quickly.

Funny. Even though the clothes should have made him too warm in this already perfect-temperature room, he was feeling no different, temperature-wise.

He turned back to close the closet door, but it had vanished.

Funny.

All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door. Of course, that was ridiculous, he thought, there WAS no door in here. At least, they're hadn't been.

Now, directly across from him, was, well, a door. The knock sounded again.

Ti-Shen sent out a tracer tone to see if it was Archander or someone with evil intent out there.

It wasn't Archander. But as to evil intent. . . well, the mind was blocked from him. These beings here. . . whoever they were. . . were far too powerful for his liking. It wasn't just anyone who block his mental probe.

Sighing, he started walking over to the door. But as soon as the intent to open the door was established in his mind, it swung open. Okay, this place was beyond funny - it was downright eerie.

Behind the door stood a woman - a girl really, who looked to be in her teens. She was young, but she was also in amber robes and carried herself with confidence, like someone with power, like. . .

Like a wizard. Before she could speak, he said dryly, "Let me guess. You're a mage, member of an order of amber mages."

She didn't even bat an eyelash. "Close. I am Crystalia, member of the Order of Amber Wizards."

"Why am I here? Did you summon me? What do you want?" His questions blurted out in a whirl.

Crystalia smiled, her long, braided black hair cascading down her back. "All your questions will be answered soon, by our leader and my mentor, Ganelon. Let us go."

Soon, Ti-Shen was in Ganelon's chamber.

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Inchaura paced in his amber room, wondering when he was ever going to get out of here.

Suddenly a door appeared in the far wall, and it opened. A wizard in amber robes stood there.

"Greetings, Inchaura," he said, his smile showing through his big red beard. "I am Ggrith, of the Amber Wizards. I have come to show you to Ganelon's chambers."

Inchaura followed him through amber corridors until they came to a very small, narrow door. Ggrith waited expectantly, while Inchaura stared at him.

"You expect me to go through that?"

Ggrith grinned. "Yes. This is the door into Ganelon's room."

Inchaura sighed disgustedly. "You know, I've had it with you people. I thought you were trying to help me, but now I just see you're all a bunch of lunatics!"

Ggrith's grin merely broadened. "Come now, think. You have a small door. Consider your options."

"Okay." Inchaura thought. "Well, I could make the door bigger or I could make myself smaller, right?"

"This is true."

"But I need a spell to do that."

Ggrith's grin turned mocking. "I thought you had discovered how to generate energy out of nothing."

"Well, yes, but I don't have the ability innate within me or anything, and this land has nowhere near the technology necessary for me to duplicate that."

Ggrith replied, "Actually, here in the Amber Citadel, we do. We discovered how to create energy out of nothing ages ago!"

"Oh. Well." Inchaura considered. "Well, since I don't have the energy levels necessary to widen that door or shrink myself, can you cast a spell?"

"No."

"You're a lot of help, you know," Inchaura said disgustedly.

Ggrith returned, "Consider your options."

Inchaura turned back to the small door. It would have taken a toddler to get through there! Sighing once more, he reviewed his choices.

"Make the door bigger... Or make myself smaller," he thought to himself. "Okay, I obviously can't make the door bigger. But I can't make myself smaller, either." A new idea dawned upon him. "Or can't I? Big and small have more than just physical meanings, they also mean in the mental sense."

So, to make himself smaller mentally, he humbled himself. He saw how small he was in the grand scheme of things.

And he shrunk. Or was the door larger? He couldn't tell. But it didn't really matter.

In his humbled state, he opened the door. And walked through. Behind him, he heard Ggrith saying, "For the path is but one path, and the way is narrow..."

And on the other side of the door was a room.

Not just any room. Extraordinary by even the standards of the Amber Citadel. Wall-mounted candles gave off just enough warmth, and he imagined he could see people in the flames. Or was it his imagination? Around these wizards, anything was possible. It was a circular room. There was a mirror on the far side. Inchaura wondered why a great and powerful leader like Ganelon would need a mirror, then dismissed the thought. He didn't need to know everything.

Ganelon himself was hovering in the air, next to the mirror, meditating, he supposed. His back was turned to Inchaura and the other champions.

The other champions...

"Ah, great, another human," a huge monstrosity rumbled.

"Peace, Shade," a strange little creature said, patting the creature's knee from his small stature.

"Besides, maybe he's not actually human, like I'm not," a man who looked very much like a man even though he supposedly was not said.

"That is true, Ford," Inchaura said to the last one who had spoken. "For if you look closely, you will see that I have gray skin and bright green eyes."

Ford started. "You know my name?"

"Yes," Inchaura said. "My species are incredibly strong psychics. We can read minds, we can bend matter to our will, and we can even control other people's minds and bodies."

His face darkened. "At least, we could, before he destroyed us all."

Icharich scampered forward. "I'm sorry," the little being said, his face screwing up into a childish expression of sympathy and compassion. "What happened? A genocide?"

"Worse." Inchaura fought back the tears and the memories of his world long gone. "A cosmocide."

"What?!" the one called Ti-Shen stepped forward in alarm. "You aren't from my universe, are you? Because if you are..."

"No," Inchaura said. "We have nothing like you in our universe."

as the rest of the champions began entering, Shade found himself losing his self-control as 50 years of training began to fall down around his ears before his overwhelming instinct. then, when a candle popped unexpectedly, the over-extended mlael's control disintegrated as he activated his Bio-tech suit and fired a blast from his PSP, leaving nothing but a small smudge on the wall where the candle and candle-holder once were (PSP=point singularity projector, fires a small, short lived black hole). the other champions all react rather badly to this, but attempt to stay out of the way as Shade rounds on Ganelon, his eyes glowing a crimson red color
Ganelon:"peace shade, you are safe here. there is no need to destroy things and lose your temper."
Shade, looking very harried, and very angry:"Drop the act damnit. if you are my ally then why the hell did you blindfold me? an smart man doesn't bind and blind his allies."
Ganelon:"I have not bound you. nor have i blinded you, you have freedom of movement and all your senses work fine."
Shade:"you should have done your homework Ganelon mlaels have 9 physical senses and 11 metaphysical senses. we finely mesh our abilities. by blocking off everything but human norm for me, you have activated a very old instinct. mlaels go through 200 years of training. 50 of those years are spent mastering and controlling our senses so that we don't go crazy if they are removed. but in a situation like this, even my control is hampered. if you don't drop those spells you set, I will do something drastic."
Ganelon:"the spells are for your protection. I will not drop them and you will not harm anyone. i will not let it."
Shade:"there is a reason mlaels conquered the universe in under a 1000 years. when we get into a state of rage, anything is possible. now. drop. the. spells."
Ganelon:"you cannot harm anyone. I will not drop the spells and nor will i let you do anything violent."
suddenly the room seems to blur as Shade suddenly moves from his spot 10 feet from Ganelon to right on top of him, sickle-like talons positioned to strike
Shade, in a deadly quiet voice:"try me."
Ganelon falters slightly and then drops the set-spell blocking Shade's powers. as shade backs off slightly and gets control of himself, Ganelon quickly takes stock of himself, the mlael, and the others in the room, reevaluating his own opinion of what is the "best thing to do"
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Yoda007's guide led him to what seemed to be the center of the tower. The ornately carved doors opened before him. He cautiosly went inside and say a few assorted beings so he went and stood in the corner where he could keep an eye on everybody. He noticed the man who was sitting in the chair in the center seemed to radiate calmness and peace so he started to relax...

(NSP: I might be late for this post. But just pretend, it's a flashback or something.)

Janitor Bob opened his eyes coughing. He found himself on his knees, his hands in a thick dust. The first thought that he had was that the gas he had inhaled must have conked him out. But something was wrong. Seconds later he realized that he wasn’t in that science laboratory. He was in the dirt, face to a smooth stone wall. The stone looked recently placed.

Slowly, Janitor Bob scanned his eyes up the wall. When he did, he knew something was very wrong. The stone wall was part of a massive tower, as high as any skyscraper in Chicago The tower was part of a massive castle- or city-, miles and miles wide, silhouetted against a fiery red sky. At seemingly random angles jagged amber crystals as large as redwood trees protruded at seemingly random angles and places along the wall.

Maybe the gas was some kind of hallucinogen. His head throbbed and he felt his cracked lip. But no hallucinogen, that Bob had ever heard of- not that he had tried any of course- allowed you to smell, think clearly, and feel pain.

Footsteps padded in the soft dust behind him. Bob craned his neck to look, and saw an old man hobbling towards him. He looked utterly ancient, his face like the lunar landscape, craggy, cratered and gray. A long crooked beard zigzagged to his knees. Despite the fact that the air was humid and hot, the man seemed to be dressed in a… comforter. That was when Bob noticed that he was dressed differently. He seemed to be in a… colorful bathrobe, and his pushbroom was in a long makeshift sheath.

On second thought, he almost recognized the man. He looked just like the… wizards that graced the covers of the books the nerds always had their noses stuck in.

Well, maybe the geeks are more right than we realize

The man stopped in front of Bob, and cast a glance up at the red and orange sky.
Bob tiredly stuck his hand out to the man to shake it. “Hey. I’m Bob. Nice to meet you”

The man ignored his hand. “Why are you just lying there! Get up.” The man’s voice has shaky, dry and harsh, but carried authority.

Bob scrambled to his feet, hurriedly. “Eh, sorry sir. May I ask your name?”

“I am Omshesh Amber wizard. This is the outside of the Amber Citadel… look, we don’t have time for any of this. I am your guide.”

This made Bob even more confused, but he decided to play along. “So… you’re my tour guide? To show me around the… citadel?”

Omshesh scoffed, “Of course not. You’ve been summoned! Come along now. Into the citadel. And hurry. We don’t have much time!”

Omshesh hit Bob’s leg lightly with his cane. Bob walked quickly with Omshesh. Through the massive copper gates. Into the Citadel. And into Uncertainty.


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Shade, I'm sorry if we didn't make this clear enough, but Ganelon is supremely powerful. Shade is not going to be able to intimidate him into something like that. You can edit your post, or we can just let it pass for now. Sorry about the mix-up.

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i was implying in that post that when a mlael gets into a rage he developes incredible power. normally shade wouldn't be able to do that. but as enraged as he was, his physical and metaphysical attributes are massively enhanced, allowing him to be able to ground metaphysical attacks oriented at him and move faster than the organic synapse can normally function. but shade seldom gets that enraged.... very seldom. would be an interesting thing to keep in mind for later reference.

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