OOC: otay. ready to post some more since nobody else will. just gotta name the sword...
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as the swirling energy faded, a massive two winged, four-armed being arose, drawing a massive Broadsword, easily twice the size of Ungarrant's blade.
"UNGARRANT! THINE REIGN ENDS HERE. THOU SHALT NOT LEAVE THIS BATTLEFIELD WITH THE LIVING! I SHALL SMITE THEE AND THY EVIL IN TWAIN WITH MY MIGHTY BLADE, _____
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ooc: fill in the blank. something impressive and...killingish. yes, he does speak like an overdramatic actor in a dark ages play. have fun with it. I know I will.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

[This message has been edited by shade (edited November 04, 2001).]

I can't think of anything...but I did draw a picture of Icarich.

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I created the most popular toilet 3do ever!
http://files.massassi.net/3do/toilet2.zip

pos it post it post it!!

Okay, here it is...I was too lazy to colour.


And here is the Chimera and Roc.


Like?

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"Rabbits will jump farther if you throw them..."

"________." with this he swung the blade down. Ungarrant still gaping unbelieveably, was caught completely off guard, and was sliced through by the might of the 9 champions.


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OOC: sorry, i was getting tired of the battle scene. somebody, try to do something with the wizardesses.

Remember, Ford, that it's going to take Murdrain, the Dark Brothers, AND the amalgamation of the champions to finish off Ungarrant.

The mighty blade, Kingreaver, sliced into Ungarrant's left shoulder three and a half inches deep before the Dark Father recovered himself and pulled the blade out. He summoned a powerful fireball with which to hurl the amalgamation backward.

But he was weakening, first from Murdrain's attack, now from this new. . . thing, whatever it was.

But Antepre Ungarrant laughed. Laughed for the sheer joy of it, for the joy of having a challenge for once. The Elven king was wasted and weak; the amalgamation was breathing heavily as it tried to get up. Not much of a challenge left, but he enjoyed it. He picked up both Murdrain and the amalgamation Elivar up by their throats and slowly, inexorably, squeezed the very life out of them. . .

Okay, it's here where the synthegrams of the Dark Brothers appear and finish off their father. I'll let someone else do it.

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He felt a great satisfaction as he choked the life out of them. For a moment he was almost worried, his only regret was that the battle would be over all to soon.

He didn't even see it coming.

The blast knocked him to the ground, the amalgamation dropped with an almost graceful roll, and Elivar crumpled like a discarded rag doll.

Ungarrant tried to roll back up but Laesonthar was on top of him. Forcing him into the ground with the claws on his feet. The three brothers had appeared, all with a confident nonchalance.

"This is, of course, not to be taken personally father. I just hope you understand that your time is over." Lucisanat's voice was almost comforting.

"Any last requests old man?" Growled Laesonthar, as he dug his claws in deeper.
"Please let me finish him..." Rasheavan moved close to his prone father, shadowy fingers stretching out to encompass him.

Ungarrant growled, his voice was coarse and gravelly. "I'm not dead yet. And I have to say I'm ashamed of all of you."

With that he pumped all the strength he could muster into his limbs and came up fighting. Ungarrant was fast, his blood pumping with fury. Laesonthar fell backwards completely caught off guard and Ungarrant was on top of him forcing his blade in deep and hard. Laesonthar roared painfully high, his back arched in pain, and then his body fell still.

"Treacherous wretches!" Ungarrant screamed at the remaining two sons...his fury was so mixed the agony of their betrayl that he was on the brink of tears. "How could you betray your own father!?!" His voice was cracking.

Fine then, thought Ungarrant, if I must kill my own children so be it, they were a mistake. He heaved his sword in a wild arc at them, but they dodged easily.

Rasheavan and Lucisanat nodded to eachother and turned. The air exploded in a firey cloud. Arcs of lighting ripped the earth and smoke filled the air. The amalgamation leapt into the maelstrom magical energies blazing from each limb. When the glare faded from sight the canyon was in ruins, huge furrows carved into the rock, vegetation scorched or vapourized.

There were figures in the smoke, some standing, others slouched or limping. The nine champions were seperate again, forming a semi-circle, across from them were the remaining two brothers. Lucisanat had a deep gash across his mid-section and his face was spattered with crimson blood. Rasheavan was ragged and beaten looking...but in the center of them was Ungarrant. He was on his hands and knees, wheezing desperately his breath was racked with horrible coughing.

"Now it ends father." said Lucisanat, and Rasheavan swept towards him and in one liquid motion dragged Ungarrant to his feet with his hands on his temples.

"I hope you enjoy spending eternity in my mind!" Rasheavan whispered into his ear as he drained the esscence of his very soul into his own.

Ungarrant struggled weakly, but it was no use. He had lost. With his last breath he spoke only one word.

"Why?"

Rasheavan let go letting the lifeless body drop to the ground. The silence after the battle was shattered by the clamour of the massive broadsword falling out of the king's limp hand.

"Because you are the past father. And now it is our world."

The champions watched on uneasily...

OOC: Phew, that was a long one! I hope you like it. I wanted Ungarrant to die with some honour. Now what? Oh by the way, how do you like the drawings?
Shade, I appreciate the offer of the gloves but neither Icarich nor Kuli fight with their hands (or is very strong). It's not too much trouble to edit your post is it? By the way, where do you keep all this stuff Just kidding.
Finally, I think I'll be posting here more often, my interest in the story has been restored.

PS: Laesonthar isn't dead, he's just really hurt. I figured Ungarrant should have done, some damage before he went.

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"Rabbits will jump farther if you throw them..."

[This message has been edited by Pengun (edited November 08, 2001).]

There was a painfully long silence. Slowly, Eliver felt itself coming apart. The nine champions were discarded, roughly in the shape of a circle, around each other.

Through the pain and disorientation, Kiyobashi struggled to his feet, already pulling out his gun and grimacing as he targeted the Three Brothers, but Eluidath gently pushed his weapon to his hip.

"A time for fighting, and a time for observing, fellow champion."

"Yeah, whatever, gramps..." mumbled Hiro as he holstered his gun. Eluidath gave him a weary look, and shame flooded into Kiyobashi. The elder alien was working just as hard as he was.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Slowly, the Three turned to face the champions. Murdrain, for his part, lay on his back nearby, recovering from the amazing feat of battle. He lifted his head briefly, sensing the danger, but dropped it again, far too weak and fatigued to be of assistance.

Tentatively, the champions readied themselves for combat as their antagonists evaluated them, one by one.

Rasheavan stalked around Icharich, Ford, Yoda and Eluidath.

"One by one," he whispered, "I will steal your minds. All you will feel is the sweet agony of oblivion as your being becomes my will..."

None of the champions spoke, but all of them felt thoroughly spooked.

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The weakened but still powerful Laesonthar staggered intimidatingly toward Shade, Bob, Ti-Shen and Inchaura.

Bob spun his spear-broom in three full revolutions (he had been practicing), and pointed the head directly at the Brother.

"Stay back."

"Or WHAT, little man?" Laesonthar darted quickly away, then toward, strafed right, back, forward. It was impossible to target him properly. Ti-Shen drew on his energies, but dropped them again. It would be pointless, and probably cost them their lives.

"I'll kill you all...painfully, and slowly."

"Yeah, just try it." Shade's voice was tinged with barely controlled anger. "We'll take you apart."

Laesonthar laughed, and continued flanking them, exchanging a glance with Rasheavan. Slowly, they were herding them into a bunch, just like cattle.

Cattle on their way to the abbatoir...

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Luciansat was standing back, watching his brothers' antics with some amusement, as Kiyobashi strode up to him.

"Ahh, Detective...so the fly has managed to elude the spider. At least, for the time being..."

Kiyobashi's fingers caressed his gun, but he decided against it, for the moment. Eluidath's soft-spoken words stayed his hand.

"You tried, and you failed, Luciansat."

The Brother laughed indulgingly. "Tried? You mean tried to kill you? Detective, you have no idea how easy it would be for me to slay you right here and now. It would be less effort than the most trivial task, believe me..."

Hiro shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. "You really believe that you're some kind of philanthropic god, don't you? How deluded can you get?"

Luciansat's smile soured. As if Kiyobashi was some rude guest that he had to put up with, the handsome Brother shook his head. "I am the Fulfiller of All, Hiro. And like it or not, your purpose will be fulfilled. Just like everyone else. If I have to kill you, then I shall. But I would rather make your deepest desires come true..."

"Sorry."

Kiyobashi's glare hardened. "Someone made me a better offer. I get exactly what you gave me, and the chance to defeat you too. It's a steal."

Luciansat laughed again. "Ganelon? You poor man...Ganelon is...what is the Earth term...ah yes; screwing you. He only needs you to defeat us. Then, he'll turn on you, drop you back in your own world, and force you to live out the rest of your lonely, repressed life..."

Kiyobashi's resolve faltered.

"I...don't believe you."

"You don't have to." Luciansat's smile was as wide as ever.

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Defeat us. The mind-numbing loneliness will be a suitable punishment..."

(All right, tag. Someone else can wrap the showdown up.)

(Sorry for the NSP, but TLTE, did you just refer to Eluidath as an alien? Meaning not human? I wasn't sure, but if you did, y'should probably know that Eluidath's just as human as you or I. He just comes from a highly advanced civilization, is all. If, on the other hand, you just meant alien as in 'someone not from here', then it's all good. )

(PS: Here's a picture of Eluidath, following Pengun's colouring scheme. )



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When the blind leadeth the blind.... get out of the way!

OOC: Or lack there of. I'm not really sure where we're going with this...

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"Rabbits will jump farther if you throw them..."

OOC:time to see if I can't wrap this up, and knock shade out colder'n a wet mackerel.
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now in mortal danger along with his friends, Shade felt the old familiar Blood Rage rising within him, strengthening and empowering his body, the toxins of his wrath beginnning to saturate his body, making him into a beast of death and destruction once again.
"you should never ever threaten a Mlael and his friends' lives. especially not one who is just coming down off of a Rage. now *generates a brilliant white Fireball in one hand, the heat causing his hair to float up and illuminating the hollows of his face eerily* I will teach you why."
with that, the Fireball breaks up into a myriad of smaller flamelets, each one spreading outward, touching the exhausted companions, giving them some of the burgeoning power of the Blood Rage
Icarich/Kuli:"I've never felt anything like this new power flooding my body, but I like it!"
as the power infuses them, each of the champions becomes more fierce-looking, their natural attributes becoming enhanced as muscles bulk and eyes turn crimson, claws lengthen and grow, youth returns to aged limbs, a silenced ear begins picking up new and more intricate sounds, a wasted body fills with strength and power of a time thought lost.
Shade, meanwhile, has begun chantin while his whole fearsome image becomes terrifying. a slow, hauntingly familiar chant in an odd language unspoken for hundreds of years or more, a chant whose words purvey scenes of deathy and destruction, war and strife, unspeakable cataclysms and indescribable things uncomprehendable to the mortal mind, but iwth a rythm that all the champions recognize in one form or another, and begin chanting along in their own languages, casting the most powerful spells of their culture, using the most powerful weapons in their arsenals, then, with one climactic roar, Shade leaps forward, racing across the intervening feet at nearly impossible speeds to deliver blow upon deadly blow to the three brothers, a lethal rain of claws and fangs, glimpses of a shining blade, and then, the Champions strike.
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OOC:you like? think up the most powerful attack your character is capable of, and let'em have it!. the Blood Rage is essentially like beserking on steroids. when in the BLood Rage, Shade doesn't use magic much, he just simply goes in and, well, kills. Highemp, this is the point to dissolve the synthegrams and have the three brothers bring in the Counter-Champions. Please? while this respite is ocurring,we can begin work on our races. development and such, then after the first encounter, we cna begin interaction. (sorry to step on your feet highemp, it's instinct, since I do run an RPG myself.)

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

oh yeah, so far, all the weapons shade has given out are his own standard equipment. when we get back to the castle, Shade will have Ganelon open a portal to Shade's lab so that he can get some bigger, better, badder equipment for the Champions, plus he and ganelon will hold that short training class to teach magic to the champions who want it.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Yoda ran around behind shade and with unerring accuracy with the pistol he pounded round after round into the brothers. Bullet holes started to form around their necks and on their bodies.....

*and Highemp what do u think about my ideas*
*or did i send them to the right address?*

Shade, if you run an RPG, you know how important it is for the players NOT to step on the GM's toes. Of course, this is just an interactive story. And TLTE, it's L-U-C-I-S-A-N-A-T, not Luciansat. Anyways. . .

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As the Three Dark Brothers were pummelled by the renewed champions, they looked at each other. Lucisanat arched his eyebrow, then said, "Come, brothers, this is a pointless fight we fight." With that, the three synthegrams dissolved into nothingness, leaving the champions to stare at the broken battlefield.

Death rode that evening as the sun set. The stench of decaying corpses filled the air, and broken, twisted bodies littered the ground. King Ungarrant's army had retreated, just as the brothers had promised. The elves slowly came forward to retrieve their wounded and dead.

Yoda007 looked around. All this destruction. . . just so the whims of a few could be satisfied. He blinked back the tears. The Dark Father had already paid; his sons would soon do so.

Ganelon appeared beside the champions. "Now you see the horror of what we face," he spoke softly. His eyes filled with tears as he looked upon the body of the dead Crystalia. "The daughter I never had has died today." He looked at the champions piercingly. "And I will avenge her life with my dying breath, if need be."

Murdrain gasped weakly, "Ganelon. . . what - happened to me? This. . . this power. . . ?"

"All in good time, your majesty," the Prime Amber Wizard assured him gravely.

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Lucisanat, Rasheavan, and Laesonthar had returned their beings to their father's old castle in the Dark Kingdom.

"One last plan shall we work together before we part," they agreed. . .

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Okay, someone can write the scene of the spell in which the counter-champions are summoned. After that, the civil war between the Brothers will begin.

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The brothers recited barely aduible to anyone else

There are a few opposite of these....were these bring light these opposites bring dark....bring the darkness here and now from all times....from all places.....bring the enenimies of the champions.....

there was a burst of light and then it was sucked back in almost as a black hole had formed.....it sucked a light out of the room....from the darkness emerged several figures.....

*Ok so how was that?* *must fix....typos....*

[This message has been edited by Yoda007 (edited November 15, 2001).]

fine, except for the typos.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Hehe, severely.

The three brothers of evil and darkness explained the situation to the counter champions. Though they at first were skeptical, they soon had no choice but to believe. They were given information about the Nexus and access to whatever supplies they needed. Then they were commanded to seek out their nemeses and destroy them!

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The champions had returned to the Amber Citadel. After resting for the night, they were summoned to Ganelon's chamber once more.

As they stepped in through the doorway, they saw the Prime Amber Wizard levitating in mid-air, watching the mirror.

And in the mirror. . .

There was a beautiful woman, with dark hair and dark eyes. So transfixed was Ganelon on this scene that he failed to notice the champions at first.

Eluidath was hesitant to disturb this obviously private moment, but he cleared his throat. "Ahem."

Ganelon waved his hand - the image in the mirror disappeared. Unfolding his legs, he folded to the ground.

"Who was that?" Yoda inquired.

Ganelon smiled wistfully. "Mareth. My once bride-to-be."

"She's beautiful," Ti-Shen observed.

"Yes," Ganelon agreed, sighing.

"What happened?" Inchaura asked.

Ganelon gazed at his champions with sad eyes. "El Shaddai called me to do His work. Mareth could not accept that. I became an Amber Wizard - she remained in our home universe."

"El Sha-sha-" Ford stumbled over the word.

"El Shaddai," Ganelon said. "The Source. He Who rules over all things. He Who hears all things." His eyes searched the champions'. "Every cry and curse. Yours and mine. Remember that - and remember Whose work you are carrying out."

Shade snorted. Ganelon straightened. "For now, we must attend to other matters. The Brothers have each gathered armies and are fighting each other for control of their father's Dark Kingdom. We must use this interlude to prepare for the advent of the Dark Being.

"There are several races on Bahneim, as well as several other planets in this Nexus universe. Each planet is ruled over by a dominance."

"A dominance?" Ti-Shen spoke up.

"Yes." Ganelon explained. "As you know, there are many false gods in many universes. Each false god is in actuality a dominance ruling a planet in the Nexus. Though a dominance is not as powerful as an Amber Wizard, there are a billion dominances and only a thousand Amber Wizards. In any case, we need everyone's help."

"Eluidath, with your wisdom, you will be instrumental in swaying the proud dominances to our cause, in convincing them of the danger the Dark Being presents."

"But you say there are a billion of them. How can I convince all of them?" Eluidath asked.

Ganelon responded, "The most powerful and influential dominance is Bamevek, who is the supreme false god in a quadrillion different universes. Persuade him, and you persuade all the dominances.

"As for the rest of you, I am sending you out to rally the races of Bahneim to the war against the Dark Being."

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Okay, Krig, I want Eluidath to go to Bamevek, and I want all of you to develop your races as you have your champions go to them. Also, although the counter-champions cannot breach the Amber Citadel, they WILL be able to attack the champions in the various kingdoms and whatnot of the races of Bahneim. So get cracking, please!

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As all of the champions filed out Yoda remained and asked Ganelon "is there a library somewhere in the amber citadel?"

Ganelon replied "Of course it is the most comprehensive library ever.....and you want to go there?"

"Ummm...Yes..."

"Very well..." Ganelon snapped his fingers and Suddenly yoda was alone in a large room with books all of the way to the ceiling and rows upon rows upon rows of books. Before it all was several tables with a few Amber Wizards at them. In the center of the room was a huge circular desk with a holographic map in the center of the entire library which also happened to be Circular. At the desk was a wizened old man.

Yoda walked up and asked "Do you on Pegusi and Fawns?" Yoda thought this was his best bet to get races to join. The librarian answered "of course we also have books on ......" the librarian rattled on and on listing tons upon tons of books....Finally Yoda stopped him and asked "can I just have the books I asked for?"

"Sure, Sure." The Librarian clapped and before him appeared three books. One was "The History of the Fawn/Pegusi War".
The second was "Goat Men" The Last was "The Pegusi Winged Horse of the Gods"

The Librarian also gave Yoda a holographic map of the Amber Citadel so he could find a way back to his room.

*OK this will get me started and how will the Champions get to the different planets? Are the races on different Planets?*

The races are all on the same central planet, Bahneim; it's the DOMINANCES who are on different planets.

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okay, will post the armament asap, no time now.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

OOC kay, time for rearming of the champions, who's for milk and grenades? hehehe.
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Shade, remembering the problem of armament during the battle, goes over to Ganelon and has a brief chat, then turning back to the still assembled champions
"Hey, guys, me and Ganelon have talked it over, and I'm going to get you some new equipment."
Yoda:"what's wrong with what we got? my pistol suits me just fine."
shade:"I've got one at my lab that can fire two inch long flechetes at near-mach-two."
Yoda:"point made."
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OOC:will post weapons in morning...must...get...sleep...before...I...GO CRAZY!
I AM NAPOLEON!!

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Um, I still want to stick with the Mlaelstaff, I'll wait until you are finished.

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"Rabbits will jump farther if you throw them..."

Shade, dispensing weapons left, right and centre, turned his attention to Kiyobashi.

"What about you, Mr. Serious? I saw you using some pretty outdated hardware back there; I'll fix you up with-"

"I can manage with my 'outdated hardware', thank you," returned Kiyobashi, stiffly.

Shade snorted. "Sure you are. You'll never get the Brothers with the pop guns you're using! Honestly, you should really update every century at least-"

Kiyobashi spun suddenly, ejector springs in his trenchcoat-sleeves firing razor-sharp knives into his palms. They stopped, in the ready position, next to Shade's neck.

For his part, Shade was too stunned to react. He was more than confident that he could blast Hiro into a vaguely humanoid-shaped crisp, but to do so would ruin Ganelon's plan, so he did nothing.

"Maybe I don't need ultra-high-tech-super-powered-jet-propelled hardware to hurt someone, friend."

Shade smiled. It was a scornful, mocking smile.

"Maybe you don't. Maybe you do..."

Some of the other champions had noticed the stand-off, and were edging close to them, hoping to defuse the violent situation. Shade shot them an amused glance, then shook his head.

He, it appeared, was having fun.

This angered Kiyobashi. "This isn't a game, you freak! Out there, people are dying and sacrificing themselves for us and you fly above, shooting and bombing and shouting like it's some kind of PICNIC!"

Shade shook his head. "You're wrong, old man. I take this very seriously..."

Kiyobashi snorted disbelievingly. "Yeah. Sure."

Sensing the tense moment was over, the Detective's daggers retracted back into his coat with the smooth sound of metal sliding on metal.

"Perhaps, if you stopped parading your fancy wares around to the rest of the champions like some door-to-door salesman, we could focus on more serious matters."

For the first time, Shade glowered at Hiro.

"I'll be looking forward to covering your back in the heat of battle, Detective."

"Only three people have ever called me Detective, Shade. The first is you. The second was my boss. The third-"

Kiyobashi turned, finishing the sentence as he walked away-

"Well, I cut his throat off and impaled him on a sword."

Shade shook his head, muttered something under his breath and returned to outfitting the champions.

now I am offended. I was going to post the rest of the armament, but I had to step away. after that little bit, I don't want TLTE autoing shade. nor anyone else who is going to twist him into something completely other than the original character. now, I am going to repost that, and with the proper reactions on shade's part.

[This message has been edited by shade (edited November 19, 2001).]

"mm-kay, now, if you would be so kind, Ganelon?"
with a nod, Ganelon concentrated briefly and generated a dimensional portal to Shade's Armory, back in his lab.
"okay, now, I've got a bunch of stuff stockpiled in my armory, if you want something step forward."
(OOC:since yoda007 hasn't posted to the contrary, I'm going to assume he is content with my post, if he is not, then he may simply tell me and I'll go back and delete this bit.) stepping forward, Yoda grins and says,"now, let's see this weapon of yours."
after a bit of rummaging and hunting, Shade comes back out of the portal with a muffled "found it!" and hands Yoda a weapon that looks like a cross between an 8 barrel gatling and a pistol.
"this is it. the Rail Gauss. here *hands yoda a pack of small needle like metal* is the ammo that works best. but anything that will fit into the barrel and is magnetic will work. careful though, it has a bit more kick than your regular firearm. I'm working on an ionized air system for it in my free-time."
turning to Icarich, Shade simply grins and says,"I know you like my mlaelstaff, but I would lilke it back. but, I do have several different types of staff weapons you might like better. I have one thing I once found, it is a staff that changes the mass of either end to suit what the user needs. I still can't figure out how it does it. the other one I would recommend are these, *holds out an odd looking set of gloves* before you say anything, let me explain, they generate and manipulate force fields to allow the user to have a large four-handed staff, or four quarter staffs. they don't spit poison or bite, but they can alter shape slightly to suit the user's will. think it over, if you really feel best with the mlaelstaff, then by all means, I'll give it to you."
then Shade turns to the rather serious Kyobashi.
"now, I noticed you weren't exactly using the most up-to-date equipment out there."
Kyobashi:"I'm perfectly fine with what I've got."
Shade:"yeah, okay. don't get hostile with me. I'm just trying to get you people outfitted a little better. then only reason I don't go through that portal and stay there is because Ganelon there brought me here for a reason and I have never let anyone down. now, if you think those little toys you are carrying will do diddly squat against those three brothers, you are mistaken."
Kiyobashi spun suddenly, ejector springs in his trenchcoat-sleeves firing razor-sharp knives into his palms. They stopped, in the ready position, next to Shade's neck.

For his part, Shade wasn't very impressed. He was rather disgusted with this upstart who thought he could do something with his little butterknives.
"Maybe I don't need ultra-high-tech-super-powered-jet-propelled hardware to hurt someone, friend."

Shade simply growled

"who ever said I was going to give you sucha thing. I'm just offering something with a bit more strength in it than *looks down at the blades at his neck* rebalanced steel"

Some of the other champions had noticed the stand-off, and were edging close to them, hoping to defuse the violent situation. Shade shot them an amused glance, then shook his head.

He, it appeared, wasn't frightend one bit.

This angered Kiyobashi. "This isn't a game, you freak! Out there, people are dying and sacrificing themselves for us and you fly above, shooting and bombing and shouting like it's some kind of PICNIC!"

with one burst of tightly controlled will, Shade knocks Kyobashi back several feet
"you have the nerve to say something like that?! you know nothing about what I have experienced before! I once exterminated a whole race. don't you tell me about how war is bad."

Kyobashi:"yeah, right. why the hell would you want to exterminate a whole race? got bored? thought you'd find something to do?"

Shade, the fierceness gone from his face, now just a look of sorrow:"they killed my mate and child. in a fit of pure rage, I systematically hunted down and slaughtered every single Lasnali that was in existence. I then spent ten years in Isolation mourning the loss of my family, and following my race's ritual for atonement. I have never again allowed myself to use the sort of power I use to possess. I sealed it away."
Shade turns to the rest of the Champions
"anyone else have a problem with me?"

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im sorry to have offended you shade. im not a big armament type of person. here ill delete theother post and write a new one to fit yours.


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with this ford stepped forward uietly.

"Im afraid that i must also refuse a weopon shade. if i use a weapon given to me, it may cause an imbalence which would make me useless to all of you. i must remain i perfect balence with myself and my weaponry in order to keep myself from going mad. many power hungry people on my planet have done thus, stealig fro people and using others' weapons. Butin the end all of them kiled themselve in a fit of rage with the opposing forces inside thier heads.im sorry."

"its quite allright, ford i understand how trainig and culture could have made this so."

"thank you. i must speak to ganelon now, for i must put together a weaopon capable to harnessing more of my energy."



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may the farce be with you.

OOC:thanks ford. I appreciate you rephrasing your post.
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IC:remembering the extra ores he still ahad, Shade speaks up
"hey Ford, I've got some unique rare metals and minerals with certain properties you might find useful, if you'll hold on, I can grab them for you..."

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Take it easy, Shade...mine was a fairly accurate reflection of your character, if you stand back and take a look at it. I could go back and dig holes in your character's attributes and weapons too, but I don't.

Also, you're putting a fairly strict law down by not wanting anyone else to auto for you. That is bordering on unreasonable...

[This message has been edited by The Last True Evil (edited November 19, 2001).]

haven't you ever heard of not saying anything if you can't say anything nice? well...try it some time. I'll revise my little statement from earlier.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Laesonthar glared down at his brothers as their champions filed dazedly out of the room, his eyes smouldering a deep red. A relatively simple spell had calmed the anti-champions enough to explain things to them. Being the lowborn scum that the anti-champions were, they all immediately saw the potential for great power in this deal. Fools.

But it was not only the summoned mercenaries that were the fools. Laesonthar glowered at his brothers again, having to surpress a chuckle. Laesonthar had been plotting how to kill them from the first day he'd discovered his true heritage. Lucisant, he would cause Lucisant to slowly rot from the inside. He would watch with glee as the life faded from his brother's eyes, horrified and unbelieving that his dear brother had outsmarted him. And Rasheavan... Well, Rasheaven wasn't the only one who could steal souls, though he might be the best at it. Laesonthar would rip Rasheaven's soul from his body, and imprison it in some backwater dimension as his father had done to him. Only Laesonthar would make sure it was permanent, by ripping that dimension away from the Nexus. He would have the power to do that, he was sure, once he'd destroyed all opposition. His god Bamevek would not fail him.

Laesonthar watched as his brothers left the room, a grin crawling across his reptilian face. For now, he would leave them alive. They were still useful.

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Shaiakin strode through the dark halls of the gloomy citadel to which he had somehow been summoned. He still bristled at the mere thought of someone giving him orders, but he had to hold his peace until he discovered what was going on, and how powerful these people were. If indeed 'people' was the right term. Most appeared to be alien beings of some kind.

Shaiakin walked up to an ancient oaken door, a quick scan confirming what he already knew. It was the library. With a few motions, Shaiakin brought up a datascan program, and began scanning the pages of the books inside into his holocomputer database. It was a tricky manoeuvre that took some finesse, but he'd always been good at finesse. After a few moments, it was done.

A few more subtle motions, and one of the documents' holographic image sprang into existence before him as he began to stride down the halls again. Shaiakin frowned as he began to read it. It was all in some strange writing he'd not seen before. With a flick of the wrist, he consigned the document back to his memory banks, and set a translation program to work on it.

Shaiakin began pondering what the three beings who'd summoned them had told him. So Eluidath was alive. He grimaced inwardly, outwardly his face remaining carved out of stone. Eluidath had been a kink in his plans since the start. He would have control of the universe right now, had Eluidath never been born. Then again, he reflected wryly, had Eluidath never been born, the universe would probably have been destroyed before Shaiakin himself had been born. Eluidath had been useful once, in his time. Now he stood in the way of progress.

Shaiakin stepped out onto a balcony of the dark citadel. The sky above was dark and clouded. Probably a coincidence that the whether reflected the mood of the castle, Shaiakin thought, since he couldn't sense any weather-control technologies at work. Then again, he hadn't sensed whatever it was that had brought him here. He had much to learn. But one thing he knew for certain. Whatever happened, Eluidath had to die. He'd gotten in Shaiakin's way far too many times.

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Eluidath stood outside of the doors of the Amber Citadel's library, frowning. After a moment, he sighed and let the glowing holograms before him vanish. His systems had been so wrecked by whatever it was Shaiakin had done to him that he could not even perform a simple datascan. Not with the amount of delicacy that he needed here, anyhow. He'd have to do this manually, it appeared.

Pushing the amber coloured doors open, Eluidath stepped inside of the library. Behind a desk near the door, the wizened old librarian glanced up, his wire framed glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose.

"Can I help you?"

Eluidath walked up to the desk. "I am looking for whatever literature you may have on the being known as Bamevek."

"I see, yes, yes," the wrinkled librarian replied. "Bamevek is a very popular subject for our scholars. We have a great many works about him. Which would you like to see?"

"All of them, if you please," Eluidath responded, with a polite smile. The librarian took a second glance at Eluidath, then waved his hand for him to follow.

"All right, but I don't think you realize just how many works we have on the subject. It's rather a lot."

Eluidath followed the old man, noticing the one called Yoda heading towards the door with several books. He seemed to walk only for a few moments, but when Eluidath looked back toward the desk, it was small in the distance. Surriptitiously, Eluidath brought up a small holographic screen, which immediately began scrolling lines of text. Some sort of spatial anomoly. But what caused it? Something the librarian did?

The librarian stopped and motioned towards a corridor lined with books upon books.

"I think these here are what you're looking for."

"The whole corridor?"

"I told you it's rather a lot."

Eluidath looked at the corridor again. There was at least thousands or hundreds of thousands of books lining the massive shelves.

"This may take longer than I'd thought."

"I'd suggest you start with the 'Complete Documentation of Bamevek,' by the brilliant Zinjairan Heliothroup. It's a collection of essays by Heliothroup on Bamevek and his many incarnations in the differing dimensions, and how they're all related. Also, I'd stay away from the books on the top shelves were I you, that's where we put the notoriously unreliable or damaged books."

Eluidath smiled and bowed towards the librarian. "Thank you sir. I appreciate your help."

The man smiled, his face becoming a mass of wrinkles. "That's what I'm here for. Call if you need me."

The librarian left, and Eluidath surveyed the books. Sighing, he reached for a book on the bottom shelf, pulled it out, and began flipping though it. No matter how long it took, he couldn't go talk to this Bamevek without being prepared. And besides, time was supposed to flow differently in this place, wasn't it? The three or four days it would take to read all these books would be like nothing in the outside world, if he'd figured it right.

Having finished the first book, Eluidath replaced it, and picked up a second.

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When the blind leadeth the blind.... get out of the way!

Yeah, sure Shade, I'll give being nice a shot as soon as you practice what you preach.

Revising your earlier statement was appreciated, though; thank you. I was meaning to explain before that Kiyobashi isn't a sweet guy to talk to in the best of times, and that Shade's (your character, that is) aggressive reaction was no reflection on his true personality, it was a fair backlash based on what Kiyobashi had done to him first. The idea is that positive (Janitor Bob, Ganelon) and negative (Shade, other champions) reinforcement will eventually turn Kiyobashi into a nicer sort of guy, as the story develops...

then it's a deal. i'll be nice and non-insulting if you will.

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Done.

Reconciliation post;

Some time later, the champions had received their upgrades from Shade, and had quietly filed away, to conduct some research.

Shade himself was knelt over a bench in the library, trying to get a rapid-fire shrapnel mortar to work, and was cursing silently to himself, when Hiro Kiyobashi walked up to him. Shade glanced up, and their gazes met for a second.

Then, Shade resumed his work, as if he had seen no one at all.

"Listen," Kiyobashi tried, "about before-"

"Yeah?" Shade gazed up at Kiyobashi with a this-better-be-good glare.

"I, uh...I want to apologise."

The words were so alien and unnatural to Kiyobashi, it took a fair effort to say them.

Shade evaluated the human before him. Certainly not the apex of evolution, but at least he could acknowledge when he was wrong.

"All right."

Without another second, he resumed his labours.

The same simple rage that had been with Hiro since the death of his family flared up inside him. He was about to utter a hot inference that Shade himself had some apologising to do, but glumly shook his head. If the other champion was going to say something else, he would. If not, there wasn't a damn thing Kiyobashi could do about it.

Kiyobashi started to walk away...

(Thought I'd leave you the option to say something, if you wanted, Shade...)

as Kiyobashi began walking, a voice behind him spoke up again
"so, what do you know about ballistics? I could use a hand here."

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Actually, that's a good idea...yes, before his transfer to Detective, Hiro Kiyobashi was Captain of S.I.A.E.S. (Specialised Infiltration, Assault and Extraction Squadron), New Tokyo Division. It would basically be a step up from your conventional elite ground troops. This would explain how he has survived so far, given his lack of powers and extraordinary characteristics. This also means that he knows the ins and outs of conventional and exceptional weapons (melee and ranged). In this way, Shade (extraterrestrial technologies) and Kiyobashi (modern/futuristic technologies) could serve as the team armourers. Also, they could teach each other a lot about life in general.

But back to the story (very briefly)...

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A grin cracked on Kiyobashi's lips. He killed it, and turned around, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, let me see what you've got here..."

Ganelon, watching from his laboratory, smiled. The most unusual circumstances had a way of creating the most unlikely partners...

1. I need people to email me at Shadowlord37027@yahoo.com and tell me who they think the Dark Being should be and why.

2. Janitor Bob, you need to develop two remaining races.

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Trevora was one of the most beautiful creatures on Bahneim. Her sleek coat of silver hair shone in the light of her pearly horn.

For Trevora was a unicorn. All unicorns had magic powers contained within their horns, bits of unformed chaos which the unicorn could draw upon to create just about any kind of effect the unicorn chose. There were three defining characteristics of a unicorn wizardess (for only the females had enough chaos magic in their horns to use their powers; males' horns were generally only two inches at most) were might, strength, and finesse. Might was how much unformed chaos there was stored in the horn, strength was how much of it could be brought to bear at once, and finesse was how effectively the wizardess was able to wield it.

Trevora was the supreme unicorn in all three.

For this, the unicorns, who respected only beauty and magical power, had placed her in the position of leader of the combined unicorn tribes - herds, as the ignorant sometimes referred to them.

Unicorns respected no other races, for they were far too ugly for their liking. They didn't have the horns they did or the coats of shining hair on their forms. They turned their collective noses up at the phoenices, even!

So, when Ganelon contacted Trevora to seek her help, she laughed in his face. Let him worry about his petty problems! Nothing could touch her and her tribal people!

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I will introduce my other races later. But my idea is that the unicorns will get knocked off their high horse during the civil war of the Brothers.

Speaking of which, who wants to start that war???

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(NSP: Oh-oh! I will I will! And if nobody else minds, I'll develop the vampire and nymph races. Here goes nothing.)

The sons of King Antepre stood facing each other, having just ordered those that would cancel the so-called champions that Ganelon summoned from their small existances. As they stared at each other, one thought came to all their minds. A thought that they chose to ignore up to this point. They could not ignore it any longer though.

Only one could reign absolutely and reach his peek of power.

"We seem to have a problem," Lucisanat stated, never keeping his eyes off the other two.

"Indeed," Laesonthar growled with the same tone.

"What then?" Rasheaven asked, his fear-coated tone as thick as the fear within each other, of each other. None of them were fools; they each knew the other two could prove to eliminate them.

"I suggest that we each part our seperate ways, and cross that bridge when we come to it," Lucisanat offered. Each nodded, turned, and walked away from each other.

Only a few feet away from the others, Rasheaven spun around, swinging his arm horizontally as if his arm was a sickle. A shadow toned arc of powerful magic sped almost faster than the eye could see towards the other two brothers. Before Rasheaven even began to finish his first footing into the turn though, the other two brothers copied what Rasheaven did, shooting their own magic at each other. The three beams of magic exploded and backfired on each of them, sending their bodies backwards through miles of walls and buildings.

Each, now miles away from the other, stood from the attack, now recollecting their strategies for battle against each other.

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[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited November 27, 2001).]

EMAIL ME WHO YOU ALL THINK THE DARK BEING SHOULD BE, PLEASE! Thank you.

Now, we need three different battle strategies, one for each of the three brothers. The fighting will take place within the unlamented Antepre's Dark Kingdom, but will spill over into the rest of Bahneim. The Three Brothers will forcibly recruit beings from many different races to serve in their armies.

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Play epic RPGs such as Dark Exile, or duel in the Interdimensional Arena @ The High Citadel