The setting is Zustashiger, meaning Ancient River in Dwarven. Whatever you do, the story must not leave this area. Meaning, creatures and things can leave, but until they return they cannot be written about. It is a wide, green valley with a flowing river in the center. It's about 2 miles around. At the start the majority of the land is rich meadows and thin forestry, and it is heavily populated by animals. Here are the details:
The area is quiet.
The river is unnaturally clouded, but not by dirt.
Plant life is light, and only weeds and gnarled shrubs grow. The soil is gray and infertile.
Animal life is sparse due to lack of plants.
Air is dark but clean.
Gravity and physics are that of Earth. (Or Dwarf Fortress)
The notable creatures are: Some scraggly wolves, and an occasional small animal. Sometimes evil creatures roam the soil, dark gnomes, kobolds, worgs. All the creatures are extremely thin and weak, most of them will kill anything for food.
Red's Tower
There is a fortress and tower in the south part of Zutashiger, many slave-workers live there. It is ruled by RED, a powerful construct of metal, hydra and Teeth flesh. A feast is being prepared there. A group of reakers are carrying the bronze statue back to the village with an apology. They are also carrying a huge barrel of ale.
A kobold, Kutarlin Az, has stolen a powerful soul-stone from RED's fortress and has gained RED's mental powers.
There is a group of dwarves living in ancient halls underground. They have begun to breed dogs and are mining. They could be regarded as an outpost. They are angered with the village.
There is at least one giant toad-like creature in the dwarven fortress.
There is a village in the heart of the valley, many human citizens live there. There are large farms in the community. The people are weak, however. Their skin is pale from the overshadowing clouds clutching the sunlight. Their eyes are sunken and sickness is common. They are angered with the fortress.
I stress you to keep posts on-topic, and if you have to say something out of topic mark it with OOC.
Write whatever you want! Feel free to add characters and creatures, describe their actions, and interact with other writer's creations. Have fun!
PS: I will be writing in this too sometimes.
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Writers: 6
Restarts: 1
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The humanoids begin to dig downward tunnels around the land. The animals are spooked and move farther away. One of the dwarves walks over and sits by the river, fishing. He sees something in the water, a dark figure, and he throws a rock at at it. Suddenly a shadow jumps out and latches onto his arm. "Looks like we have carp, folks." Says the apparent leader of the humanoids. The fisher manages to fling the carp back into the flowing waters, but he bears a nasty gash in his arm.
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>(You just invented(?) a brilliant magic system! :)
Various dwarves came out of the tunnels and started speaking with the drillers. Finally they left and more dwarves came back to start building supports for the pipe. Suddently the pipe started rising out of the ground by itself, though the dwarves didnt seem to take notice and continued building. After the pipe had risen two meters it stopped. A few minutes later the supports were finished and the pipe was secured in place.
By this point the stars were out, as the task was long and grueling. The tired dwarves led their oxen back to the tunnels. On their way they passed the pile of stone blocks. It had grown in size since the daytime.
(OOC: for those wondering about the pile of stone blocks, it's very near one of the tunnels and dwarfs were carrying blocks up there the whole time, I just didnt mention it for narative purposes or something!)
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(OOC:Dreadfang is a changling, and as such has never made anything or used a tool of any fashion, to eat, wear, sleep on, or or use as weapon. and since you cant use gold as any of those in its unworked form it is just a hard-rock through which to dig his home. Also his hollow is as low as the trees roots go and as high as the center of the tree's heart. If you want a comparitive think how a mole or prairi dog digs its home. He can speak all tongues, learn how to use tools and even to protect and serve. He dosnt care for worth and can change form to any creature or person he's seen and imitate it perfectly, and dont try to destroy his hollow for any reason, hes met with dragons and can deal incinerating heat to any attackers. If your post includes him please message/email me, it should be on my profile.
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(OOC:For expressed definition a changling is a creature that can change shape at will as a chameleon changes color, generaly not evil(Depends of genotype) mostly just ignorant of alignments, in its true form it is much like a dwarf but with no hair/beards razor-sharp teeth and claws (that also act like digging tools) and the apperence of lifelessness and twistedness in its hide and flesh, its entire body is of the toughness unrivaled by armor and teeth and claws like that of adamantium weapons, their mating habits are strange and require a seperate host(such as a dwarf)to carry the child and raise it to maturity when it 'leaves' before dropping its mask of the host's race, since female changlings dont possess any traditional 'baby making' stuff she passes the egg to the male for 'stealthed'(WINK)'insemination'(WINK). Changlings are an off branch of primitive dwarven ancestry shared with trogladites, rock giants, and more close-ly to shape-shifters and molemen:ENDOOC)
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(OOC:If you want to do the dwarfs role you need to message me first to get the details correct.:ENDOOC)
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The man across the river had been observing the dwarves, and he was awoken by shouts of joy. He saw the gruesome totem outside of their home, and grimaced. He pulled out his flute and began to play. The head of the elf was shot off the stake, and landed on the ground. Then, a neck began to grow from the head, and then shoulders, and eventually there was an entire body, not just a severed head. The body was limp, but in a moment or two, the elf rose. He was naked, but soon silver clothing wrapped around him. No one knew at the moment, but the elf who was 'created' had the same soul and mind as the beheaded one. The elf stood for a moment, shocked, before darting into the brush.
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(OOC:If burning trees dont get elves pissed nothing will, dont worry its small fires like burning twigs, also to follow The Dwarfs Escape!)
EDIT DO TO RUSHED SPELLINGS.
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(OOC:Pick up on this if you want... If you woundering why I write like a book, its because I'm a bookwriter.)
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(OOC:Ok imagine a dragon, claws, teeth, scales, and fire. Now with this dragon in your mind imagine a warped and corruped perspective of a dragon at least three times the size of the first dragon with exagerated features, that would be Dreadfang's current apperance. He fly-ing around breathing fire right now.
Note that if the war doesn't end soon he will rain fire upon everthing outside.
Also the first post should be edited more into "The beheaded elf is now alive the dwarves have/are dug trences/built a wall, 80 elves now not 3 + how many dwarves are there exactly? Oh and the Changling is flying around in dragonish form... the sky is now blackened and a large section of the forest near the river is charred and the river downstream from this contains fallen soot.
Also sorry for BIG POSTS!
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Dreadfang having destroyed everything, from dwarf to elf to elementals rised from the destruction, The forests were gone burned in his fury, the ground melted in his rage, the stone battered in his anger. Gone all gone.
With the land desroyed and the cause of the war between elf and dwarf and changling, gone. (Points at the wizard) the cause was pulled from the fires, figurativly. The fuel beneath Dreadfang's rage had gone out, but with the the imposing danger of the elementals still looming he had to remain dragoned out to survive. (His reason has returned) for three days and nights he faught the relentless elementals. Tired wounded and heavily bleeding he destroyed them...until suddenly they stopped (Magic Effect whole life). Dreadfang Roared a Triumphant bellowing howl, "Alive, But at what cost?" he said shrinking and returning to normal shape. Burning, destroyed, dead, ruined, all gone. Dropping to his knees and wailing crys of torment. Weeping there in the dust he saw a freeshly grown fire-bloom. "Even from Death can come life...life?", looking around he started gathering his memory of the risen elf. "If humans can do it so can I!" The sound, the stance, the energy. As he mused the wizard's action something unexpected happened that thrilled Dreadfang with joy, The plants near him were alive again, and when he directed the sound at a tree it to sprung back to verdancy. "Higher, louder, I will give life back." so he flew high above the clouds and began an erupting canter that would litraly "Wake the dead".
(OOC:Life is returning to the area the dead are returning to life, normal life. But for the far long dead who knows? Hint:Zombie raisings. No whole magic life on resurections.)
THE ORIGINAL DWARVES AND ELVES ARNT ZOMBIES!
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Dreadfang continued to return life to plants and animals* and dwarves and elves*(while fly-ing high up in the sky). Touching down he then began to 'clean' the dust (using his wings) to blow away ash that had settled in to a heavy blanket. As he turned away from his first patch of cleaned earth, strangly it began to wiggle. A bony hand forced through the soil, and a moan was heard deep in the earth. Dreadfang did not take heed, and continued to clean the soil and in turn, return life to the ancient dead. Unfortunetly they don't like to be desturbed...
(OOC:If you are going to write actions with my character expect them to be "finalized", not to be obsesive but I like consistancy)
(OOC:Fixed XD)
(Ocasionaly will trip over things and destroy haplessly anything he touches)
For a day and a night this lasted, stillness. Nothing. Then something. A flash. A sprout. Grass grew, trees shot up from the soil, the river filled, and there was again life. But everything else was gone without a trace. Everything. The world was reborn.
Awww... Kinda cute, ain't it?
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If left alone, the imbalance would twist the world into a charred mockery of its former beauty. And so began the age of the Black Rose. The Witherbloom.
There, a plot device. Have fun.
DreaDFanG... Well, who knows? Hard to tell with him.
They swung their scythes and threshed the grain, and all fell into the routine that had been practiced for years beyond memory in Torgrin's Dell. But today would be different.
The farmers looked up as they heard the rumbling sound. Their first thought was that of thunder, but the sky showed no storm signs. They did not have long to ponder what the source of the sound was, for it soon made itself horrifyingly clear.
A veritable army of wild animals, their eyes white and their mouths frothing in sheer panic stampeded down from the hilltop and made their way blindly towards the fields. The farmers tried to run, but few had the speed or even the youth to outpace the animal horde that fled the encroaching witherlands.
Most were injured, some were killed, not a one was left unaffected. The animals stormed through the hamlet, crashing into buildings and entangling themselves into fences in their rush to get away from the unnatural wastelands that were still a few miles off. Few of the townsfolk were outside at the time, but some of the elders had come out to smoke their pipes and watch the sun come up, and their legs were far too old and brittle to fully escape the horde as it passed through.
After the creatures had passed and left behind only the dead or wounded who had broken their own necks or legs in the stampede, Torgrin's Dell looked as though it had been through a war. The townsfolk, now more awake than they ever would have expected to be at this hour, came out of their homes to survey the damage and see which of their own had been hurt in the chaos.
They bemoaned the tattered state of their village, but none could have imagined what would happen to Torgrin's Dell at the end of the following week, when the witherlands came.
Hrrmph. This kind of loose storytelling isn't really my style. Best I could come up with.
2. My imagination, ye daft git. Do I have to do everything around here? Pah!
Counter-question, where did those kobolds come from? Eh? EH??
Ehh... Right. Essentially, it came from a bunch of people who settled there several decades earlier, and just recently came into view. By us, mind you. It's not like it used to be some sort of invisible town.
Sooo.... I guess it's time for a godly weedwhacker. The bloom's a bit to "big" to stay inside the boundaries of the Zustashigėr area.
And, should the 'effects' of the Witherbloom spread to Zushtashiger? Or should they be weaker than I have posted?
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Yes, Torgrin's Dell is a human town. As far as the Witherbloom effects, they're fine. If anything, it's more powerful, snuffing out all but unnatural life.
They wore kitten leather skirts, and spoke with strange accents. One, obviously the leader, bullied the rest because he had a large nose, a metal cap, and a crossbow made from the bones of an Elf. They snuck in with their little wagon, crossed the tumbled-down Dwarven wall between the hill and the river, and found the old Dwarven hall.
"Urist, do you think this is it?" whispered one dwarf. She prodded a skull totem lying in the ashy dirt near the entrance.
"I do believe so, Urist" the leader whispered back. He whistled long and low at the entrance, lit himself a pipe, and sat down to think. In the overcast night his ruddy face was lit by the red glow of the match, until it went out. He puffed.
After a short time, the other dwarves got up from their break and started tearing apart the wagon. Barrels rolled out, along with some copper bars, a few blocks of green stone, a coil of rope, some bags, and one precious anvil. These things they carried inside, while the human town slept. And in the morning there was no indication what was going on under the earth.
But the silence was soon broken, for in the dawn a horrific shriek from across the river - "MY BABY! WHERE IS SHE?" - and a quick file of tiny shapes carrying tiny bundles jumped down into their hole near town.
Gliggrick snuck down the stone halls in haste, carrying a silvery dagger. He hid in every crevice in shadow available. Eventually, he came to what he was searching for.
OOC: Feel free to use Gliggrick the gnome in your writing.
"So I see the guard dog breeding program is well underway" said the dwarf, pulling off his hat. He shined up the little metal gear symbol on the front, shook out the olms, smoothed back his hair, and put it back on.
"Mm" the leader replied. "Is the well built yet?"
"Sure thing, chief. The first well room flooded, so we had to dig out another one above it. That one flooded too, so we kept going. Lucky for us the well was right under the hill or we'd have to drink in a wooden shack."
The leader Urist grimaced. He well knew they were running low on booze. Their planter was working, but it would be a while before the Plump Helmets matured and even longer before they could be made into wine.
"And how about the entrance traps?"
The mechanic sighed. "Well, chief, the magma forges were all sealed off. I think they had to do it in a hurry, and their anvil was back in there. The miners are trying to dig a second shaft to breach magma again, but it's slow going. They keep-"
Suddenly a grimy dwarf covered in white stone dust burst in. Chalk-white and wild-eyes, he shouted "Sir! We've struck Mica!"
The leader coughed. "Praise the miners" he muttered half-heartedly. The miner's smile fell, in stages, and after a short moment he backed out of the office. Outside, a second miner frantically whispered "What did he say?" The other replied "Well, he didn't seem all that excited, but MICA! You know what we could do with mica?" The conversation trailed off as they breezed down the hallway.
The mechanic turned back to the leader. "Anyway, we don't have any weapons for the traps. I'm putting together a lot of stone mechanisms and such, and I can put up a few stone-fall traps. But until we get the forges up and running, I can't do much."
The leader well knew that the area had been deforested earlier. No wood means no charcoal for running a forge. They hadn't struck coal, and the landscape wasn't good for it anyway. They needed that magma.
"Get creative, Urist my boy. Stone-fall traps will have to do for now." The mechanic shrugged, and kicked aside a few puppies as he left, scratching his head. Something strange was brewing in his head, an odd plan. Something ... that he would keep a secret for now.
The kobold snuck around the hill. He spotted a kitten tied to a root, and the kitten spotted him. It mewed curiously. The kobold threw a rock and knocked it out. He crept onward, and saw a few other kittens tied up around the perimeter inside the old wall.
He sidled up to the old, scarred door. Bones littered the ground, both Dwarven and Elven, and plenty of animal bones as well. There were new footprints. And the lock on the door had been repaired.
Out came the kobold lockpicking tools: a few bent pieces of wire, a flat metal shimmy, a leather flask of oil for the hinges, and a thin knife. He worked the lock, hunched over it, and suddenly heard a noise behind him!
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The Human villagers strode up the hill, angry, bearing pitchforks and shovels, pickaxes and torches. There was quite a crowd. Dogs ran up and down the mob, and a few agitators kept them moving. They approached the old Dwarf Fortress, past the old wall, right up to the door. They started banging down the door with their picks.
Suddenly the door sprang outward! The foot-thick stone slab smashed into four of the villagers, trapping two underneath and stunning a couple others. Then the snap of a rope, and a great crash. From inside the entrance rolled an enormous stone gear, 3 feet thick and seven feet across. The mechanism rolled straight out, grinding down two villagers before striking a rock and spinning out of control. The spinning Felsite mechanism struck many villagers, landing beyond the fallen door, directly on the mob's main agitator. His hand was all that stuck out from under the gear.
And in their panic, the villagers dropped their tools, some their hats and shoes, in their haste to flee the deathtrap. Of the angry mob that came, only a few stragglers left.
A short time later, two Dwarves wandered out of the entrance. They admired the nice door lying on the ground. But the stone mechanism was what really impressed them. It was completely carved on the visible side, with images of Tentacle Demons striking down Elves. The Tentacle Demons were laughing. When they picked it up, and scraped off the villager under it, they found the other side to be carved with a rendition of an image of a Dwarf eating cheese.
They rolled the mechanism back into the dark passage, and left it lying against the wall for the mechanic to reset his trap. By unspoken agreement they decided that the cheese engraving should be on the wall-side.
They went back for the door, to replace it on its hinges. But while they were bringing in the gear, a quiet shape slipped in and blended into the darkness.
A dwarf wielding a whip walked in, and immediately cracked it on Gliggrick. Gliggrick released a yelp, and jumped on the dwarf, after a while, the dwarf lay unconscious, likely to bleed to death, and the gnome quickly running out of blood from his many wounds. He began to stumble down the stone halls, but was quickly ambushed from all directions.
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The gnome ran forward, pulled the lever with all his might, and the seal began to open like an iris. He jumped through into darkness. Behind him, two dwarves ran in and frantically pulled the lever to close the seal. The gnome turned as the last sliver of light was cut away.
He was alone, standing in a dark room. The pungent stench of mildew emanated from the wet dungeon walls. He heard water running farther down. The walls were engraved with horrible carvings of giant toad creatures eating Dwarves, Humans, and Elves. And farther in were some horrific depictions of Tentacle Demons and their depravity.
The gnome crept forward, shaking with fear. Blood dripped from his knife and his many wounds. Suddenly from the darkness he saw two glowing golden eyes. The ... thing croaked, breathing out with one word and in with the next.
"Where ... are YOU ... going ... fleshthing?"
And then it laughed, a gutteral croaking laugh that was echoed from farther inside the now-sealed tunnels.
DREADFANG
Having once lived in a blisful ignorance, until that fateful day of rage, now dreadfang lives in knowlegded fer of himself and of his powers, he has thus banished himself to solitude, deep below the land, in a lybrinth of stone, to be lost to all forever...or would he?
(OOC: Dreadfang is now a Use-able character, but only if you find a way threw the lybrinth and its countless traps, pitfalls, and dangers.
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COLLECTOR
Gerald Red, was always curious about the ways of life. In his youth he killed his neighbor's child to find out how the human body worked. In his teens he killed both his parents to do comparitive anatomy. As a young adult he killed an elf, dwarf, and gnome to find species simalarities. But only as an adult did he find his purpose in life, in the form of a wizard. Having beaten the wizard to death with his own arms, did he find the magical inclined creatures have a severly different body anatomy, a muscle stucture that can only be descibed as differnt, and a specialized brain structurage that is foreign. At the age of fifty he was struck ill by a crippleing disease that gave him under a year to live. All seemed hopeless until he met a Demon, that in exchange for its life gave him five extra years to his fading life. In that time he looked for a Master of all trades, and found one in the far north, on a frozen island. Offering imortality in the form of a body of war, crafted using long forgoten techniques in a forge of dragon bone, over a magical fueled fire, blessed with countless spells and enchantments, and given conscous thaught by thrice cursing it with demon souls, permentently afixed to his flesh threw the anceint arts of fleshsmithing, necromancy, and soulbinding he has trancended to a level of power unheld by any but fleshgods. For around a hundred years he has traveled collecting, exsperimenting, testing, and leaving a wake of death in his path.
Now RED stands on the edge of Zustashigėr, and has his eyes set on staying...
OOC:He is the size of a human, bloodrust colored, entirely covered in metal, completely evil, and is immune to almost everything, he is 154 years old, he carries twin wrist blades around 4 feet long, when sleeping or unconsous the armor takes over killing anything that threatens it, the armor is intelegent and super agile and can intercept attacks faster than lightning, and has other properties as well.
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Oh yeah, and thanks for coming back!
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"Perfect!", RED spoke threw the metal face, 'Indeed, it is a fine location for your dark fortress sire' the armor voiced in his mind, "Ee shel bein imeadiatly maser" said his Slave Master, who had gained the lisp by losing half his face in a fight ageinst eight kittens. So his slave hoard began to build a majestic obsidian tower of stones carried from distant lava feilds, to which RED had traveled to 'Study' the native life, they build with fury and had dug deep into a cliff-face and had built the structurage to a tower in but six hours, and had the entire fortress built within a day. Surrounded by a lava pit it stood a tremendous sight, errected in but a single day. At its top sat the throne room, and apon the thrown sat RED. "A place to call home." RED breathed, 'Of course, sire' the armor said to him...
OOC: this tower of darkness is in the south, the lava is artificialy made, and the tower is attached to the cliff-face that runs up about half way, the throne faces north overlooking the land, the cliff-face is in a V shape attached to the tower.
"Scall!"RED roared at a ungod-ly volume to which he was allowed, and sent reverberations threw-out the tower. "Yec maser, hat iss att oua equir om ee?"The slave master gurged out, 'Man, I nearly forgot how bad that lisp was.'the armor joked. "send forth a small battalion of Reakers to that village, tell them if they meet resistance to subdue but not kill."Worded RED as he waved his hand towards the human town.
OOC:Reakers are like zombies on mind controling steroids, fast, agile, durable, obediant, but very dumb, tend to go dodging off cliffs, and smell like zombies tend to...really foul, but they can speak!
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The zombies charged forward, spreading through the town. Suddenly in their collective consciousness a blip near the village green: an enemy to fight! They all changed course and started gallumping toward the call.
In the center of the town the zombies converged. They attacked the bronze horseman, suffering numerous casualties and a few fatalities because they kept falling over the ironwork. Eventually they managed to break the statue, and it came crashing down killing four more zombies. They triumphantly carried the statue out the town gates, while under fire from the bow-wielding militia.
Twelve injured zombies returned that night, bearing the "subdued" statue and a watermelon they inexplicably looted.
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Red was in his energy chamber recharging. The tower was quiet, the background hum and grind of hot machinery and the occasional squeal of metal on metal. But the faint noise was enough to cover the patter of tiny feet. A small canine (that's right, THEY'RE DOGLIKE) shape scuttled from shadow to shadow. The kobold hid in a dark side passage as a zombie pushed a cart full of stone forward and past him.
Finally the kobold found something strange: an enormous yellow diamond embedded in a ribbed pipe of some kind extending from the floor into the wall. Behind the diamond he could see a bubbly red fluid moving. The temptation was too great, and he pried it out.
Immediately a gush of hot red gas exploded outward, throwing the kobold and his prize back. He shook it off and fled, the diamond under one arm, the other shoulder broken. The gas filled the room as panicked zombies tried to plug the hole.
Red, in his sanctum, felt his energy dissolve. He could still communicate with his armor, but he found himself unable to perform any supernatural things. He was still quite durable, and able to move as a normal human could, and he could still command his zombies, but his personal qualities were otherwise no longer above average. He knew exactly what had happened: someone had stolen his phylactery, his Soul-Stone, the heart of his malevolent power. Red's anger knew no limit.
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And that someone crept painfully through a fissure in the lowest levels of the great fortress tower, eventually to pass back through the old Dwarven halls, up through the parts the Dwarves reclaimed, and hopefully out and back to his mates in the little kobold hole in the valley.
But as he moved from shadow to shadow, he felt stronger, more alive. His broken shoulder set and mended, his many scratches and bruises faded, and the carbuncle on his butt evaporated. He was now Kutarlin Az, Thief of Fate, Legendary Burglar, and possessor of far more than he yet knew.
RED was beond rage, "Send out twenty battallions of Seekers, and have Tower Centurians ordered to kill intruders on sight!"RED screamed at his slavemaster, who just collaped under the tremendous power of voice directed at him.
OOC:Seekers are searching reakers with extra brains, they can find a pin in a haystack the size of the moon. A battalion is two with ten Reakers.
Tower Centurians are clockwork-powered robots that make giant cave spiders look cuddly.
The seekers immediately started sprinting after the kobold's scent, and the reakers blindly followed, but with his new powers, he had little to worry about. A seeker caught a glimpse of him running through a gate, and all of the monsters started turned on their heels at the same moment and ran after the shape. As they approached, Az recalled the power the gem had stemmed in him and he shot a blast of invisible energy into the line, knocking down the first twenty. However, over the next hill, a Tower Centurion was rumbling through, huge mechanical legs pounding the earth and knocking down trees. It's scanning view caught Az's figure and it retracted one of it's giant fists, before shooting it forward. There was a crash and a huge pit was formed upon impact, the kobold inside, crushed. However, the large pulsing gem was still touching his hand, and slowly, power shot through his arm and throughout his body, renewing him.
He sprang out of the hole and fired a blast at the giant machine, knocking it back a few feet, leaving huge ditches in the ground. He ran into the night, blasting and zapping, until the last seeker died chasing after him, leaving dozens of reakers alone in the woodlands, lost without their superior leaders.
"That's the last of 'em," said the brewer trudging in from a side hallway. He wiped vomit and gore from his brow, and the tiny beer stein emblem on the front of his hat gleamed in the torchlight. "They were coming in through this crack in the silk tunnels. I jammed a rock in there, it should hold just about forever no matter what."
They both heard a crash from the kitchen above, and what sounded like something very heavy crashing down and rolling away. The two dwarves looked at each other in surprise for a moment, then bounded up the stairs.
Following them in the half-darkness, in the shadows, were tiny red eyeballs floating in midair. They watched the two dwarves run off, and stared at each other. They made tiny creaking sounds back and forth, then floated off away from the commotion upstairs.
They finally came to a room with a great adamantite seal in one wall and a lever next to it. One floated up, and bumped into it. The others creaked back and forth. The one at the door looked all around, and finally found a tiny crack where the adamantite mechanisms let a faint breeze through. The eye vanished into the tiny hole, and the others followed.
The back of the door was awash with fresh blood and unidentifiable chunks. The floating red eyes moved on. Deeper into the complex, with walls engraved in horrific murderous detail, they found a huge room with a glowing pit in the center. They peered down into the hole, and saw a large blue crystal engraved with spiderweb lines and ancient runes. It was bound to the four walls by great adamantite chains, suspended in midair a hundred feet below the pit room. They quietly creaked to each other. Then they left, back through the bloody seal, back through the kobold's fissure.
Back to Red.
RED litrally flaming with anger, killing devout elven sacrifices to 'create' a temporary replace to his soul-stone "Dracanus-stoneth" (OOC:formed over thousands of years in the heart of a purebreed dragon, a heart stone) placing it within the stone setting, RED gradually began to regain his lost powers, "Damned theives, rotten brained slaves, I'll just have to find that stone myself..." RED growled as he sat apon his throne.
Several minutes later the armor spoke to him of a tremendous find hidded within the dwarven mines, "When was it found?" RED directed towards his armor, 'under the hour' it replied, "I picked a more perfect location then I thaught, to think a Leyuka-opetner gem here!"(OOC:Leyuka-opetner was an old dwarf noble who upon finding the rare gem named it after himself and used it to increase his magical powers and later got tricked into a dead-bolt room for outragous demands) "I must obtain it but first I will retreive my lost soul-stone to fully restore my powers." RED chuckled.
RED arose from his throne, "Slave Master!, get a battalion of Teeth ready to acompany me, I'm leaving the tower to aquire gems and stones." (OOC:Teeth are the most powerful footsoliders at RED's dispoil, created from RED's own flesh, they are conected to him at all times,covered in teeth, fangs, and the like, these guys make triple dragon seiges seem fun)
Looking back at the tower RED saw that the entire structure of the tower was now being forced towards the center of the lava pool, "Thats the magnetic safty system, in action for you." (OOC: the tower is now floating several hundred feat above lava and at least fifty feet from the cliff enterance)
"Now to find and kill that Kobold scum, (OOC:When, not if, RED finds the kobold the healing power of the gem will be redirected by RED's presence)
and to get that Leyuka-opetner gem!"(OOC:The spiderweb engraved gem in the dwarves vault)
(OOC:RED is marching around looking for the Kobold theif, with fifty Teeth constructs)
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: DreaDFanG ]
Look, I've tried, but interesting stories don't come out of invulnerable supermen. And every time someone shows a weakness in Red you come over and zip it up, piling on more badassery.
I don't think I can write in this story anymore! And I think I know why your source material for Red only went a couple issues: the author got bored and realized Red is a dead end!
C'mon. "Here's this evil character, who orders everyone around, and his minions are tougher than the most dangerous of anything else."
*Wind blows a tumbleweed through town*
"Oh and he's even more powerful on Wednesdays, too."
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RED continued across the fields searching for the kobold and the gems. Suddenly, his Teeth, with their extreme sense, felt a presence across the valley. They turned to see a hydra, moving towards them. It was a legendary seven-header, deadly as hell. The Teeth far outnumbered and possibly even outmatched the lone hydra, so after a wave of agreement shot through their single mind, they charged at their racing speed towards the reptilian beast.
As the Teeth approached the towering monster, it reared it reared it's heads back, readying itself for the contact. The first Teeth (tooth, hehe?) jumped onto the hydra's stomach, to be torn in half by two heads both wanting a piece. As the hydra's heads shot all around hitting the Teeth, RED continued charging from the back of the herd. He drew his longsword and sliced off one of the heads in one fluid motion. The others, alarmed, all charged at once towards the metal man. They hit at the same time, killing one of themselves instantly. As their maws pulled against both RED and themselves, their fear instinct began to kick in.
The hydra was killing itself, with all the heads biting onto one another. RED's arms were each caught in a toothy maw, and his Teeth were jumping onto the mass of metal, heads and blood, creating a chaotic confusion. As the hydra's purple blood flowed into his joints, RED's anger was at it's maximum. But, without his gem-ridden power, he was not as strong as he would have been, and he was losing consciousness due to other-wordly magic pain. When your body is fused together by magic, and kept alive by magic, magic is also used to complete every normal bodily function, including nerves. So RED was hurting just as much as a very tough human would be if his arms were getting ripped off.
The Teeth were sending many thoughts into their base of mind, and their hostility was as dark as it got. They were ripping up the hydra, themselves, some even clawed at RED in the confusion. After about ten minutes of the screaming and moaning, the hydra fell on it's back, three heads gone, and the rest either dead or squirming. The remaining Teeth tore up the hydra's stomach, spewing purple blood and thick guts all over the field, the corpses, and RED. RED was at his utmost anger, he was in great pain, he was immobile, he didn't even have his stupid slave driver to help him. His Teeth could do little in the means of healthcare, as they were created to kill.
Kutarlin had overheard the battle from his underground hole, and he had watched it about mid-battle. He saw the towering Teeth and the hydra, RED and all the blood. He grimaced, and sent a powerful, anger-fueled blast towards the mass. RED, and his minions were killed by the power that created them. Of course, RED wasn't DEAD, as he couldn't die of course. But he had no construct, no body, except his head and a mass of mangled metal that had formed his body. He was an armless torso, and he was alone on the dark fields of Zustashiger.
"Final killed that demon of mine!", 'Master?' the armor begged for a anwser, "Armor, is that you?", 'Master, it is but we're kind of in a bad situation', "How so?", 'The body has been heavily damaged by a hydra and your teeth', "Armor, you should know better, animate the metal and gather any flesh you can and form it into a body so we can return to the tower."
Over the next several minutes, the chunks of metal, melted limbs and twisted fragments of body armor moved and colected onto RED's remains...turning, twisting and bending turned into a patchwork body, having to steal flesh from both teeth and hydra, RED's monsterous apperation finally began to return to the tower.
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Several grewling hours later after being followed by animals and the such, RED made it to the tower.
Upon seeing him a Reaker called for three tower centurians to carry RED to the throne room.
After being placed on his throne, RED set the Tower Centurians to carry all intruders to the dungon for questioning and set all reavers to be tower patrolers, afterwards he had several Reavers to return the stolen human statue, with an apologie and an invitation to attend a feast, to be held in the tower, to liven the villagers up, the dwarves are also invited and are being sent a big cask of Achient Dwarven Brew.(OOC:Warning this Brew is the strongest and even being in the same room as it makes one drunk, a untold boon to the dwarves)
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: DreaDFanG ]
OOC: Sorry, I'd write more but I have a horrid headache at the time and I can't think straight.
The parade of the guests rode out of the gates on their horses, the thunder of the hooves on stone rattled down the street. They all brought at least a couple of servants and guards apiece, to aid the kitchens of the host, and guard the celebration, as was tradition, however, most of the guards were ordered to protect their employers rather than the rest of the guests and RED's faculty.
