NevrMore
01-27-2004, 03:00 PM
Note: Hey. well, I decided to move my retromud fic to the new board. here is the preview, chapter one, and chapter two.
~~~~~Prologue~~~~~
A long time ago, In a world none of us knew, two forces fiercely collided.
There were those who were pure, and fought in the name of their God, Sikkar. And there were those who were evil, who fought in the name of their lord, the Nameless One. The forces of light had on their side the Paladins and the Templars. The forces of darkness had on their side the Fallen and the Cultists. The Paladins and the Fallen constantly combated each other, and the Templars and the Cultists constantly combated each other.
The forces of light's main goal is to stamp out the evil of the Nameless One and its followers. The forces of darkness' main goal is to collect 666,666,666,666,666,666 souls for the Nameless One to ressurect him.
To help in their journey, their respective Gods have granted the two forces two items unlike any other. The Paladins possess the Holy Shield, a gift from Sikkar to help them always to protect themselves from evil. The Fallen possess the Fellblade, or should I say the Fellblade possess the Fallen. The Fellblade is a terrible sword with a mind of it's own given to the Fallen by the Nameless One in order to gather souls for his ressurection.
For centuries, these two forces have fought, the Paladins and the Fallen guiding the army in the front lines, while the Templars and the Cultists use their magic to invoke wrath upon their foes and heal their comrades from a distance. This has been considered the basic balance of nature.
But Lo and behold, something is changing. The Nameless One is close to gathering the souls it needs for it's reentrance into the Retroverse, and Sikkar can do nothing about it. He must call upon his legion of holy fighters to try and stop every last evil doer to protect the Retroverse from the evil that is the Nameless One. And so, the Final Battle draws near.
In this battle, it is prohpesized that a Fallen and a Templar shall decide who will win and take control of the Retroverse. The Fallen is a fierce Dragonian, and the Templar is a righteously raged Anakim. When these two powerful foes face off, only one question can be asked:
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.
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Who are you loyal to?
~~~END~~~
~~~Chapter 1: And so it Begins~~~
A large, incriminating castle loomed over the hills overhead. The castle was as black as night. The drawbridge was smeared with blood, and countless bodies hung over the walls and lay lifeless on the ground. Suddenly, three people emerged. In the front, a large, dark blue figure which looked like a cross between a dragon and a 6'' foot tall human walked. His fangs were smeared with blood, he was covered head to claw in armor, and clutched a glowing sword and shield in each hand. On his torso hung a white (well, it was red, now) tunic with a large red cross in the middle. Behind him, an odd yellow woman with large, bulbous black eyes and a head which is vaguely shaped like an octopus was healing her wounds. A blue haired man adorned in a tunic similar to the Dragon/Man's and large, white blood-stained wings emerging from his back was lagging behind the other two. He was carrying a mangled corpse of a particularly ugly fellow.
"Phew..." said the blue haired man, "Didn't think so many Fallen would be in one castle." He sat down to rest. The two in front of him did the same.
"That'sss the thing about Fallen." The Dragon/Man said in a horrible lisp, "They consssider themssselves ssso great, what with that Fellblade, yet they alwaysss keep together in numbersss like ssscared antsss. There are too many of them damn thingsss, if you ask me."
"We didn't ask you, Kumog." The yellow woman pointed out, now working on Kumog's wounds. "Why do all Dragonians just assume that people are asking them something about a topic they are thinking of?" Kumog sneered at her as she finished patching him up. Callan mimicked Kumog's sneer at the yellow woman's comment, then said,
"Rebekah, you Drienseigis always crack down on the other races when you have faults too, y'know. And I need to be healed too, but after I do this." He turned to the mangled Fallen corpse and dug a small hole beside it. He put the corpse in the hole and filled it up, then quickly said a small prayer over the grave before turning back to Rebekah. She began to heal his wounds, then looked at the grave he just dug.
"What I don't understand is..." She began, "Why you Templars always call the Fallen and Cultists and the like so evil, yet you still bury them and pray for their souls."
"It'sss 'caussse that'sss the way the Templarsss are. Sssure, they're evil, but their sssouls need redemption jussst like oursss." Kumog stated, then added, "Either that or usss Templarsss jussst like to hear ourssselves talk." He chuckled at his joke. Callan winced.
"I don't care if I redeem their souls. I want them all, the Fallen and the Cultists, dead!" He proudly proclaimed, swinging his arm which Rebekah just healed around, "I bet there is a whole gaggle of those Fallen killing innocent people right now and we can't do anything about it!"
And Callan didn't know how right he was...
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Far, on the other side of the Retroverse, a mass fire had broken out in a small village and most of the villagers were killed. An accident? A force of nature? No, it was none other than the evil, vile Fallen! In fact, four of them were congregated at the heart of the village with at least three corpses surrounding each at that very moment. There were two Dragonians, one blue and a bit infantile, and the other purple, large, and hulking. The other two Fallen were unmistakably a werewolf and a devil. The werewolf looked a bit scruffy, and the devil looked positively evil. The blue Dragonian spoke,
"That had to be at least 100 people we killed. Now that'sss what I call farming.*(**refer to bottom of the page**)"
"Barely." The devil answered, "You've got to learn, Flog. It's always quality, not quantity. We may have killed 100, maybe 200, but they were all pretty weak. Not very good for training. I've calculated."
"Always got to ruin the moment, huh Vrismag?" The Werewolf said, looking at the sky, which was blackened by smoke.
"Stuff it, Daris." Vrismag said.
"You stuff it!" Daris retorted.
"Don't make me kick your ass!" Vrismag growled.
A fight probably would have broken out if one of the dead corpses didn't suddenly explode in a sickly green fire. Daris, Vrismag, and Flog jumped.
"Relax." the purple Dragonian said, "Jussst an illfire*. Sssnuggle up." he smirked quite evilly. The illfire radiated, and soon the purple Dragonian's three comrades were warming themselves around it.
"Well, warn usss the next time you do that, Narn." Flog commanded. Narn would have nodded, but he was busy at the moment. He had taken one of the dead corpses and plunged a black scimitar with a skull adorned on the hilt into it. Red electric like lines zigzagged out of the corpse and into the eyes of the skull on the blade. Soon, the corpse dissappeared completely.
"I love you, Fellblade." Narn said passionately at his blade. The other three stared at him, a bit dumbstruck, but as the illfire slowly faded away, they all snapped back into reality.
"Onto more important matters." Vrismag said is a buisness like tone, "About the Nameless One." Narn shot Vrismag an odd look. Flog arched his brow. Daris just stared into the sky, a large smirk across his face.
"We've almosst got enough sssoulsss now, don't we?" Narn asked, already knowing the answer. Vrismag, Daris, and Flog all nodded. Narn felt an odd mix of happiness and fear thinking about this particular topic.
"Hehehehe, so I guess we should go on a major killing spree now that we know, eh?" Daris inquired enthusiastically.
"Hmm..I don't know, the way I figure it.." Vrismag started, "If we go on a mass killing spree, he maaaay think we're kissing up. Maybe we should be more careful instead?"
"I don't know," Narn said somberly, "if we be more careful about it then when the Namelessssss One" (Narn twitched slightly) "arisssesss he may punisssh usss..." Everyone looked down at what used to be the illfire anxiously.
"I guessssss we'll jussst go about everything routinely and..worry about it when it happensss." Flog said. Everyone nodded in agreement, then stood up and walked out of the burnt down village slowly.
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Meanwhile, down, below the Retroverse, below all unknown and unrecorded planets, below the lowest reaches of any other realm, in a place of pure black, a shadowed figure with blood red eyes stared forward determinedly. It cackled out loud. "Soon..soon I will evoke chaos upon those foolish mortals...."
To Be Continued...
~~~Chapter Two: Collision!~~~
Narn, Flog, Daris, and Vrismag ventured for awhile, through a forest, killing deer and wolfriders. Through a mountain, killing eagles and kankus. And Over the sea, occasionally stopping to kill bass or something. As they finally reached land, they saw a large city overhead.
"Ahh, almossst at Keystone." Narn declared. It seemed that the only one who noticed though was Daris, for Flog was busy batting away a fish that had suctioned itself to his scales and Vrismag was watching, apparantly amused. Daris smirked, then said
"Finally to a city with people to kill. The Nameless One will arise in no time." Narn pretended like he didn't hear "his" name called and ventured onward toward the city. Daris followed behind, thinking his thoughts about the Nameless One, Flog followed behind Daris, sweeping off the spot on his body where the fish had anchored too (The fish's head was severed now) and Vrismag lagged behind, too busy chuckling at Flog's misfortune to go any faster. Flog winced at Vrismag, but he didn't notice. Soon they had opened the gates and strolled inside.
The first noticeable thing as the four Fallen walked inside the city was a werewolf, not too different from Daris, in ceremonial garb and balancing himself in a monkish pose. To the untrained eyes, which included Narn's, Daris's, Flog's, and Vrismag's, this looked quite Awkward. The werewolf, however, was obviously quite proud with it. Narn watched the werewolf for a moment, then said,
"Hey, Dyne." 'Dyne' looked up to the purple Dragonian,
"Oh, good day, Narn," he turned to his werewolf brethrin, "Daris." Dyne seemed to fail to notice that Flog and Vrismag were there. "I was just practicing some of my meditative poses." Narn grimaced,
"I figured." He answered. Daris smiled a bit too, but it's impossible to tell if it was because of Dyne or if he was still thinking about the Nameless One arising. After a moment of silence, Flog finally interrupted.
"Come on guysss, we didn't come here to chat about yoga or whatever." Dyne shot Flog a slightly angered look, but he mostly kept his cool. Narn shrugged, looked at Dyne and said,
"Well, I'll be ssseeing you." Dyne nodded and the group of Fallen marched off, looking for more victims.
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Meanwhile, Callan, Kumog, and Rebekah were venturing through a forest to get to the adventure guild* on the planet they were on, Perdow. As they were walking, however, Kumog stopped abruptly. Callan and Rebekah looked back. Callan was about to ask what was wrong, but it soon became apparant.
A rabbit was hopping by. Kumog grinned widely. Callan and Rebekah slapped their foreheads. Callan said, "Kumog, come on.." But it was too late. Kumog raised his hands in the air and they began to glow golden. After about 10 seconds, Kumog chanted something in a different language, then pointed his hands at the rabbit.
*CRACK!!*
A large cyllinder of gold pierced through the sky like a lightning bolt, and in a huge flash of fiery death, the rabbit was gone, a pile of ash the only indication that anything had been there at all. Rebekah slumped her head, Kumog grinned like a rabid wolf which hadn't been fed in two weeks and just found fresh meat, and Callan sighed deeply.
"Kumog..." he began. "Why do you have to wog* every poor forest creature? It gets really old and it wastes valuable Spell Power*!" Kumog simply laughed heartily, then answered,
"Oh come on, sssomething like that never gets boring and I've got plenty of SssP* to ssspare!"
"You're missing the point, Kumog." Rebekah stated. Kumog shrugged, totally nonchalant, and laughed some more. Everyone decided to drop the conversation and continued on. Soon, they were inside the Perdow adventurer's guild. After stopping to greet a few people congregated there, they made there way to a large portal in the wall.
"Ahhh..limbo*, where the REAL Sssandwormsss* live!" Kumog said happily. He probably would've said more but Rebekah blurted out,
"Yeah, Sandworms are great and all, but can we just go?" Kumog sneered,
"Fine." He pouted for a minute like an eight year old, but regained his composure quickly. Callan stepped through the portal, followed by Kumog, then Rebekah. Suddenly everything shifted. It had gone from a fairly well let cavern filled with people to a black nothingness, everything abysmal. The only things visible were a long, twisting path in front of them and a large pool of swirling darkness behind. They said nothing, and began on there way.
After a long time, they reached another pool, similar to the one of darkness, except it was of red liquid. Callan approached and stuck his head through the pool. Everything shifted around Callan again. Suddenly his body dissappeared except for his head, and he found himself looking down at a room similar to the Perdow adventure guild, only much more brightly lit. He sighed and took his head out, and everything went back to limbo.
Callan just looked at Kumog and Rebekah and said, "Nope." They continued onward.
Soon, they were at a pool made of gravel. Callan repeated the process here, and found that the gravel was surprisingly as smooth as the red liquid had been. Callan found himself looking at another room similar to the two he had just seen, but it was almost black as night. He took his head out. They moved on. They went to a pool of white vapour, where it took them to an odd place next to a broken down room that looked like it could transport you anywhere. Then to a pool of blue liquid, which was another room, fairly well lit. Finally they made it to a pool of mirrorlike water. Callan smiled tiredly,
"This has got to be it." Rebekah and Kumog nodded, and all three jumped in at the same time. Suddenly they all found themselves face flat on the ground of a brightly lit room. They got up and sweeped themselves off.
"Finally, we're at Keystone!" Callan said happily. He, Kumog, and Rebekah walked out of the room and onto the streets.
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three dead merchants, two servants, 5 little boys, two townspeople, a noblewoman, and a unicorn fisherman later, Narn, Flog, Daris, and Vrismag found themselves idly walking in circles around Keystone, waiting for another poor soul to venture into their path. They didn't talk, busy looking around for more fresh meat.
"Hey, what's that?" Vrismag said. He pointed forward. Everyone had to squint to see three small figures far off walking towards them.
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Three wogged pigeons and a butterfly later (all thanks to Kumog), Callan, Kumog, and Rebekah were walking around town, enjoying themselves. Suddenly Rebekah pointed forward and said,
"Hey what's that?" Everyone had to squint to see four small figures far off walking towards them.
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After a few more yards forward, everyone could barely make out a winged humanoid, but the other two were still a mystery.
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After a few more yards forward, everyone could barely make out a devil, but the other three were still a mystery.
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It was now clear that the group of three consisted of an Anakim, a Dragonian, and a Driensegi.
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It was now clear that the group of four consisted of two Dragonians, a Werewolf, and a Devil.
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The group passed each other. However, as Narn and Callan passed, everything seemed to fade to black so that they were the only things there. They both stopped. Narn could feel the Anakim connecting with his mind.
So, how many people did you kill to acquire such a foul stench of blood on you? Callan said telepathically.
I should ask you the same question. Narn answered. Callan physically gritted his teeth.
I was killing evil to ensure the safety of those in the Retroverse! Narn physically chuckled at this.
And whoever said it was your job to discern good and evil, little Templar? Narn said, cooly.
Well, when you kill countless people for your pagan god of evil, you too could be considered evil!
You stupid little Templar.
That was the last straw, Callan lost it. He turned around. Everything seemed to fade back into view. Everyone was staring at Callan and Narn. Callan didn't care, he swung his fist at the back of Narn's head with such force it could've shattered a brick wall. But Narn was a steel wall that could bend like rubber. He merely lolled his head to the side and Callan only hit the air. Narn grabbed his Fellblade, "That's how you want to do this, Templar?" He said, turning around. "Fine then, LET'S PLAY!" He lunged at Callan.
To be Continued...
Dictionary:
Farming: a term used in the retroverse when people kill many NPCs for the experience.
Illfire: a skill used by the Fallen to created an evil aura out of a corpse that rejuvenates evil beings and harms good ones.
adventure guild: a place of congregation on every planet in the Retroverse. It is here that you can upgrade your adventuring levels, which gives you more strength, speed, etc.
wog: abbreviation for the Templar spell "Wrath of God." The spell itself is pretty devastating.
Spell Power: How much energy you have to spend on casting spells.
limbo: a special 'world' in the Retroverse which transports you to any planet, depending on what 'pool' you find.
sandworms: Probably the strongest non humanoid creature in all of the Retroverse, you can find these hideous beasts in the desert or in limbo. They are substantially stronger in limbo.
EDIT: alright, for some reason, on some of the lisp words the dragonians use, pojo accidentally thinks that when I type a word like ask with the lisp I'm making a s s so it blocks it out, so I'm going to just have those words normal. okay?
~~~~~Prologue~~~~~
A long time ago, In a world none of us knew, two forces fiercely collided.
There were those who were pure, and fought in the name of their God, Sikkar. And there were those who were evil, who fought in the name of their lord, the Nameless One. The forces of light had on their side the Paladins and the Templars. The forces of darkness had on their side the Fallen and the Cultists. The Paladins and the Fallen constantly combated each other, and the Templars and the Cultists constantly combated each other.
The forces of light's main goal is to stamp out the evil of the Nameless One and its followers. The forces of darkness' main goal is to collect 666,666,666,666,666,666 souls for the Nameless One to ressurect him.
To help in their journey, their respective Gods have granted the two forces two items unlike any other. The Paladins possess the Holy Shield, a gift from Sikkar to help them always to protect themselves from evil. The Fallen possess the Fellblade, or should I say the Fellblade possess the Fallen. The Fellblade is a terrible sword with a mind of it's own given to the Fallen by the Nameless One in order to gather souls for his ressurection.
For centuries, these two forces have fought, the Paladins and the Fallen guiding the army in the front lines, while the Templars and the Cultists use their magic to invoke wrath upon their foes and heal their comrades from a distance. This has been considered the basic balance of nature.
But Lo and behold, something is changing. The Nameless One is close to gathering the souls it needs for it's reentrance into the Retroverse, and Sikkar can do nothing about it. He must call upon his legion of holy fighters to try and stop every last evil doer to protect the Retroverse from the evil that is the Nameless One. And so, the Final Battle draws near.
In this battle, it is prohpesized that a Fallen and a Templar shall decide who will win and take control of the Retroverse. The Fallen is a fierce Dragonian, and the Templar is a righteously raged Anakim. When these two powerful foes face off, only one question can be asked:
.
.
.
.
Who are you loyal to?
~~~END~~~
~~~Chapter 1: And so it Begins~~~
A large, incriminating castle loomed over the hills overhead. The castle was as black as night. The drawbridge was smeared with blood, and countless bodies hung over the walls and lay lifeless on the ground. Suddenly, three people emerged. In the front, a large, dark blue figure which looked like a cross between a dragon and a 6'' foot tall human walked. His fangs were smeared with blood, he was covered head to claw in armor, and clutched a glowing sword and shield in each hand. On his torso hung a white (well, it was red, now) tunic with a large red cross in the middle. Behind him, an odd yellow woman with large, bulbous black eyes and a head which is vaguely shaped like an octopus was healing her wounds. A blue haired man adorned in a tunic similar to the Dragon/Man's and large, white blood-stained wings emerging from his back was lagging behind the other two. He was carrying a mangled corpse of a particularly ugly fellow.
"Phew..." said the blue haired man, "Didn't think so many Fallen would be in one castle." He sat down to rest. The two in front of him did the same.
"That'sss the thing about Fallen." The Dragon/Man said in a horrible lisp, "They consssider themssselves ssso great, what with that Fellblade, yet they alwaysss keep together in numbersss like ssscared antsss. There are too many of them damn thingsss, if you ask me."
"We didn't ask you, Kumog." The yellow woman pointed out, now working on Kumog's wounds. "Why do all Dragonians just assume that people are asking them something about a topic they are thinking of?" Kumog sneered at her as she finished patching him up. Callan mimicked Kumog's sneer at the yellow woman's comment, then said,
"Rebekah, you Drienseigis always crack down on the other races when you have faults too, y'know. And I need to be healed too, but after I do this." He turned to the mangled Fallen corpse and dug a small hole beside it. He put the corpse in the hole and filled it up, then quickly said a small prayer over the grave before turning back to Rebekah. She began to heal his wounds, then looked at the grave he just dug.
"What I don't understand is..." She began, "Why you Templars always call the Fallen and Cultists and the like so evil, yet you still bury them and pray for their souls."
"It'sss 'caussse that'sss the way the Templarsss are. Sssure, they're evil, but their sssouls need redemption jussst like oursss." Kumog stated, then added, "Either that or usss Templarsss jussst like to hear ourssselves talk." He chuckled at his joke. Callan winced.
"I don't care if I redeem their souls. I want them all, the Fallen and the Cultists, dead!" He proudly proclaimed, swinging his arm which Rebekah just healed around, "I bet there is a whole gaggle of those Fallen killing innocent people right now and we can't do anything about it!"
And Callan didn't know how right he was...
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Far, on the other side of the Retroverse, a mass fire had broken out in a small village and most of the villagers were killed. An accident? A force of nature? No, it was none other than the evil, vile Fallen! In fact, four of them were congregated at the heart of the village with at least three corpses surrounding each at that very moment. There were two Dragonians, one blue and a bit infantile, and the other purple, large, and hulking. The other two Fallen were unmistakably a werewolf and a devil. The werewolf looked a bit scruffy, and the devil looked positively evil. The blue Dragonian spoke,
"That had to be at least 100 people we killed. Now that'sss what I call farming.*(**refer to bottom of the page**)"
"Barely." The devil answered, "You've got to learn, Flog. It's always quality, not quantity. We may have killed 100, maybe 200, but they were all pretty weak. Not very good for training. I've calculated."
"Always got to ruin the moment, huh Vrismag?" The Werewolf said, looking at the sky, which was blackened by smoke.
"Stuff it, Daris." Vrismag said.
"You stuff it!" Daris retorted.
"Don't make me kick your ass!" Vrismag growled.
A fight probably would have broken out if one of the dead corpses didn't suddenly explode in a sickly green fire. Daris, Vrismag, and Flog jumped.
"Relax." the purple Dragonian said, "Jussst an illfire*. Sssnuggle up." he smirked quite evilly. The illfire radiated, and soon the purple Dragonian's three comrades were warming themselves around it.
"Well, warn usss the next time you do that, Narn." Flog commanded. Narn would have nodded, but he was busy at the moment. He had taken one of the dead corpses and plunged a black scimitar with a skull adorned on the hilt into it. Red electric like lines zigzagged out of the corpse and into the eyes of the skull on the blade. Soon, the corpse dissappeared completely.
"I love you, Fellblade." Narn said passionately at his blade. The other three stared at him, a bit dumbstruck, but as the illfire slowly faded away, they all snapped back into reality.
"Onto more important matters." Vrismag said is a buisness like tone, "About the Nameless One." Narn shot Vrismag an odd look. Flog arched his brow. Daris just stared into the sky, a large smirk across his face.
"We've almosst got enough sssoulsss now, don't we?" Narn asked, already knowing the answer. Vrismag, Daris, and Flog all nodded. Narn felt an odd mix of happiness and fear thinking about this particular topic.
"Hehehehe, so I guess we should go on a major killing spree now that we know, eh?" Daris inquired enthusiastically.
"Hmm..I don't know, the way I figure it.." Vrismag started, "If we go on a mass killing spree, he maaaay think we're kissing up. Maybe we should be more careful instead?"
"I don't know," Narn said somberly, "if we be more careful about it then when the Namelessssss One" (Narn twitched slightly) "arisssesss he may punisssh usss..." Everyone looked down at what used to be the illfire anxiously.
"I guessssss we'll jussst go about everything routinely and..worry about it when it happensss." Flog said. Everyone nodded in agreement, then stood up and walked out of the burnt down village slowly.
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Meanwhile, down, below the Retroverse, below all unknown and unrecorded planets, below the lowest reaches of any other realm, in a place of pure black, a shadowed figure with blood red eyes stared forward determinedly. It cackled out loud. "Soon..soon I will evoke chaos upon those foolish mortals...."
To Be Continued...
~~~Chapter Two: Collision!~~~
Narn, Flog, Daris, and Vrismag ventured for awhile, through a forest, killing deer and wolfriders. Through a mountain, killing eagles and kankus. And Over the sea, occasionally stopping to kill bass or something. As they finally reached land, they saw a large city overhead.
"Ahh, almossst at Keystone." Narn declared. It seemed that the only one who noticed though was Daris, for Flog was busy batting away a fish that had suctioned itself to his scales and Vrismag was watching, apparantly amused. Daris smirked, then said
"Finally to a city with people to kill. The Nameless One will arise in no time." Narn pretended like he didn't hear "his" name called and ventured onward toward the city. Daris followed behind, thinking his thoughts about the Nameless One, Flog followed behind Daris, sweeping off the spot on his body where the fish had anchored too (The fish's head was severed now) and Vrismag lagged behind, too busy chuckling at Flog's misfortune to go any faster. Flog winced at Vrismag, but he didn't notice. Soon they had opened the gates and strolled inside.
The first noticeable thing as the four Fallen walked inside the city was a werewolf, not too different from Daris, in ceremonial garb and balancing himself in a monkish pose. To the untrained eyes, which included Narn's, Daris's, Flog's, and Vrismag's, this looked quite Awkward. The werewolf, however, was obviously quite proud with it. Narn watched the werewolf for a moment, then said,
"Hey, Dyne." 'Dyne' looked up to the purple Dragonian,
"Oh, good day, Narn," he turned to his werewolf brethrin, "Daris." Dyne seemed to fail to notice that Flog and Vrismag were there. "I was just practicing some of my meditative poses." Narn grimaced,
"I figured." He answered. Daris smiled a bit too, but it's impossible to tell if it was because of Dyne or if he was still thinking about the Nameless One arising. After a moment of silence, Flog finally interrupted.
"Come on guysss, we didn't come here to chat about yoga or whatever." Dyne shot Flog a slightly angered look, but he mostly kept his cool. Narn shrugged, looked at Dyne and said,
"Well, I'll be ssseeing you." Dyne nodded and the group of Fallen marched off, looking for more victims.
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Meanwhile, Callan, Kumog, and Rebekah were venturing through a forest to get to the adventure guild* on the planet they were on, Perdow. As they were walking, however, Kumog stopped abruptly. Callan and Rebekah looked back. Callan was about to ask what was wrong, but it soon became apparant.
A rabbit was hopping by. Kumog grinned widely. Callan and Rebekah slapped their foreheads. Callan said, "Kumog, come on.." But it was too late. Kumog raised his hands in the air and they began to glow golden. After about 10 seconds, Kumog chanted something in a different language, then pointed his hands at the rabbit.
*CRACK!!*
A large cyllinder of gold pierced through the sky like a lightning bolt, and in a huge flash of fiery death, the rabbit was gone, a pile of ash the only indication that anything had been there at all. Rebekah slumped her head, Kumog grinned like a rabid wolf which hadn't been fed in two weeks and just found fresh meat, and Callan sighed deeply.
"Kumog..." he began. "Why do you have to wog* every poor forest creature? It gets really old and it wastes valuable Spell Power*!" Kumog simply laughed heartily, then answered,
"Oh come on, sssomething like that never gets boring and I've got plenty of SssP* to ssspare!"
"You're missing the point, Kumog." Rebekah stated. Kumog shrugged, totally nonchalant, and laughed some more. Everyone decided to drop the conversation and continued on. Soon, they were inside the Perdow adventurer's guild. After stopping to greet a few people congregated there, they made there way to a large portal in the wall.
"Ahhh..limbo*, where the REAL Sssandwormsss* live!" Kumog said happily. He probably would've said more but Rebekah blurted out,
"Yeah, Sandworms are great and all, but can we just go?" Kumog sneered,
"Fine." He pouted for a minute like an eight year old, but regained his composure quickly. Callan stepped through the portal, followed by Kumog, then Rebekah. Suddenly everything shifted. It had gone from a fairly well let cavern filled with people to a black nothingness, everything abysmal. The only things visible were a long, twisting path in front of them and a large pool of swirling darkness behind. They said nothing, and began on there way.
After a long time, they reached another pool, similar to the one of darkness, except it was of red liquid. Callan approached and stuck his head through the pool. Everything shifted around Callan again. Suddenly his body dissappeared except for his head, and he found himself looking down at a room similar to the Perdow adventure guild, only much more brightly lit. He sighed and took his head out, and everything went back to limbo.
Callan just looked at Kumog and Rebekah and said, "Nope." They continued onward.
Soon, they were at a pool made of gravel. Callan repeated the process here, and found that the gravel was surprisingly as smooth as the red liquid had been. Callan found himself looking at another room similar to the two he had just seen, but it was almost black as night. He took his head out. They moved on. They went to a pool of white vapour, where it took them to an odd place next to a broken down room that looked like it could transport you anywhere. Then to a pool of blue liquid, which was another room, fairly well lit. Finally they made it to a pool of mirrorlike water. Callan smiled tiredly,
"This has got to be it." Rebekah and Kumog nodded, and all three jumped in at the same time. Suddenly they all found themselves face flat on the ground of a brightly lit room. They got up and sweeped themselves off.
"Finally, we're at Keystone!" Callan said happily. He, Kumog, and Rebekah walked out of the room and onto the streets.
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three dead merchants, two servants, 5 little boys, two townspeople, a noblewoman, and a unicorn fisherman later, Narn, Flog, Daris, and Vrismag found themselves idly walking in circles around Keystone, waiting for another poor soul to venture into their path. They didn't talk, busy looking around for more fresh meat.
"Hey, what's that?" Vrismag said. He pointed forward. Everyone had to squint to see three small figures far off walking towards them.
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Three wogged pigeons and a butterfly later (all thanks to Kumog), Callan, Kumog, and Rebekah were walking around town, enjoying themselves. Suddenly Rebekah pointed forward and said,
"Hey what's that?" Everyone had to squint to see four small figures far off walking towards them.
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After a few more yards forward, everyone could barely make out a winged humanoid, but the other two were still a mystery.
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After a few more yards forward, everyone could barely make out a devil, but the other three were still a mystery.
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It was now clear that the group of three consisted of an Anakim, a Dragonian, and a Driensegi.
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It was now clear that the group of four consisted of two Dragonians, a Werewolf, and a Devil.
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The group passed each other. However, as Narn and Callan passed, everything seemed to fade to black so that they were the only things there. They both stopped. Narn could feel the Anakim connecting with his mind.
So, how many people did you kill to acquire such a foul stench of blood on you? Callan said telepathically.
I should ask you the same question. Narn answered. Callan physically gritted his teeth.
I was killing evil to ensure the safety of those in the Retroverse! Narn physically chuckled at this.
And whoever said it was your job to discern good and evil, little Templar? Narn said, cooly.
Well, when you kill countless people for your pagan god of evil, you too could be considered evil!
You stupid little Templar.
That was the last straw, Callan lost it. He turned around. Everything seemed to fade back into view. Everyone was staring at Callan and Narn. Callan didn't care, he swung his fist at the back of Narn's head with such force it could've shattered a brick wall. But Narn was a steel wall that could bend like rubber. He merely lolled his head to the side and Callan only hit the air. Narn grabbed his Fellblade, "That's how you want to do this, Templar?" He said, turning around. "Fine then, LET'S PLAY!" He lunged at Callan.
To be Continued...
Dictionary:
Farming: a term used in the retroverse when people kill many NPCs for the experience.
Illfire: a skill used by the Fallen to created an evil aura out of a corpse that rejuvenates evil beings and harms good ones.
adventure guild: a place of congregation on every planet in the Retroverse. It is here that you can upgrade your adventuring levels, which gives you more strength, speed, etc.
wog: abbreviation for the Templar spell "Wrath of God." The spell itself is pretty devastating.
Spell Power: How much energy you have to spend on casting spells.
limbo: a special 'world' in the Retroverse which transports you to any planet, depending on what 'pool' you find.
sandworms: Probably the strongest non humanoid creature in all of the Retroverse, you can find these hideous beasts in the desert or in limbo. They are substantially stronger in limbo.
EDIT: alright, for some reason, on some of the lisp words the dragonians use, pojo accidentally thinks that when I type a word like ask with the lisp I'm making a s s so it blocks it out, so I'm going to just have those words normal. okay?