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  1. danzilla3

    Highway to Hell

    The alarm clock on Sebastian's nightstand rang out a full hour before the sun would rise over the city of Lunaris. It had to be that way, as during certain points of the day it would be too hot for intense physical labor, and they would have to cease work for those periods. The plan for getting around this was to begin work just before sunrise, and continue until noon; break for a few hours, and then work a few more hours before evening. It would be a hard days work, but it seemed like it was the best plan for getting things done. He slid out of bed, careful not to wake the slender form of Carina in the bed next to him, showered, dressed, and headed out. As he walked down the streets, the Governor contemplated just how much work had gone into the preparation for this undertaking. Gathering together all of the necessary resources for it; the tools, the food, the tents, medical supplies, weapons and everything else had been a major test of Lunaris' government, including him. But they had managed to do it, and after that, they had begun hiring any able bodied person they could find to join them. In addition to the laborers, they also needed security forces, medical personal, and other support roles, so the total number of people was three hundred. Upon reaching the east edge of the city, he found himself in the staging ground, where men and women milled about; some drinking and eating, some catching some last minute sleep. Sebastian made his way to a raised platform in the center and called everyone to attention. "Hello and welcome. As most of you know, my name is Sebastian Heiliger, and I'm the governor of this city. We have a long day ahead of us, so I'm going to keep this short. Lunaris isn't the only settlement in Taen, but trade between them is virtually nonexistent due to how dangerous it is to traverse the Jungle Quadrant. Our aim is to build a highway that will connect all the major settlements, and foster trade and growth in all of them. You've all been given your assignments, so report to your team leaders and prepare to move out!" @Ataraxy @Csl @notmuch_23 @zackrobbman @Zashiii @Hurttoto
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    Highway to Hell

    It didn't take to long for the stretchers to arrive, though undoubtedly it was longer than the injured men would have preferred. The medics go to work, stitching up wounds and splinting broken bones as best they could with what they could take into the field. Once they get back to the staging ground, the more seriously wounded men can be taken to the Lunaris hospital for more comprehensive treatment. As soon as everyone is ready to go, Sebastian takes point as they begin to walk back toward the staging ground, eyes and ears listening for any sign of danger from the dense jungle around them. The journey is tense, but they manage to make it back without further incident. Sebastian goes to find Thurgood, and goes to consult with him. "We're making good time," he said, "I think we've got a few hours before sundown, and we need to set up camp. In the morning I'll head for Totenborough, make sure they're ready to meet us at the halfway point."
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    Old Wounds (Artifact)

    When he wasn't needed by his oldest and dearest friend, Samson slept inside the coffin that held his body. Sometimes he would dream of his homeland, a cold, bleak place, where only the worthy could survive, let alone thrive. In his youth, he would often roam the mountains, imagining himself on adventures in some far off land. Eventually he had gone on such adventures, but on lonely nights his thoughts would turn back to the home he had left behind. Sadly, he had never managed to return before his untimely death, but Ankou had sworn to him that one day he would bring him back; that he would lay eyes on his home once more. Now, it seemed, was the day that promise was kept. He emerged from his coffin to a landscape of snow and ice that immediately filled his heart with nostalgic joy. As a reanimated warrior, he was able to feel the cold wind that swept the rocky cliff he stood on clean, but it didn't bother him. Taking a few steps forward he realized that he was overlooking the High Lords Labyrinth, the mountain range where it was said that the High Lords dwelt. As a child his mother had always cautioned him against going inside, lest he incur the wrath of those supreme beings. "Is it everything you remember?" Samson turned around to see Ankou Lethe, his oldest friend, standing before him in spectral form; looking as he was the day they had first met. His youthful appearance was a marked change from the old man he was used to seeing. He walked up to the phantom and grinned. "It is that and more. You look well my friend." A rare smile graced the lich's face, "A very recent turn of events. But that is irrelevant for now. I'm afraid I have not sent you home just for a homecoming." "There's nobody left for a reunion," the swordsman replied, tone slightly sad, "And I figured as much. How may I serve you brother?" "It has been brought to my attention that there is an artifact of some power down in the High Lords Labyrinth. It is called Mori, an armband that allows travel between different planes of existence. I would like you to retrieve it for me. Sadly, I do not know where in the Labyrinth the armband is located, so you will have to search for it. Can you do this for me?" Samson nodded, "Consider it done." "Excellent. You will be accompanied by the person who guided your coffin to this place. Contact me should the need arise. Good luck." The Specter disappeared, and Samson waited for the companion Ankou had spoken of to appear. @Ataraxy
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    Old Wounds (Artifact)

    As the vampire screamed in terror, Samson knew that he had miscalculated, and that there was a secondary trap triggered by the destruction of the first. He was still a few meters away when Mercury fell into the pit, but fortunately Cerin was closer, and managed to grab the girl before she could be disappear into the darkness. That darkness... as he got close enough to lay eyes on it, he could tell that there was something deeply wrong about it. It exuded menace and hatred, not just of the beings before it, but of life in general. As he gazed into the roiling black, it felt like he was looking at the very antithesis of existence itself. Cerin's sounds of exertion brought him back to reality, and as the blind woman hoisted Mercury part of the way up. He grabbed the vampire by the wrist and yanked her all the way out of the abyss, only to find the abyss followed her. It clung to her like cobwebs, pulsating with hateful energy. Samson slashed at the clinging darkness and it retracts into the hole before billowing up like oily smoke. The swordsman lashed out with another slash that cleaved the mass in half, but it seemed to pull itself back together with no effort. Another flurry of slashes does little more than the first to wound the thing, and it surges forward. Samson keeps up the pressure, but he only seems to be able to keep the darkness at bay, and even then it was getting closer by the second. Soon they reach the end of the hall, and there's nowhere else to fall back to. The darkness falls back briefly before rushing at them like a freight train. "Hang on!" Samson had one last gambit to try. He had to hope that there was another chamber beneath them, and that it wasn't simply filled with the same darkness that now encroached upon them. He thrusts his sword into the stone below them, causing it to crumble and send the three figures falling through the air. As they fell the swordsman spotted something, a platform upon which sat an alter which held a plain looking circle of jade. Above it was a portal through which the darkness was pouring through. Clearly this was Mori. He looks over at Mercury. "If I throw you over there, can you close the portal?"
  5. Given everything that had happened in the past few weeks, he could have easily cancelled the meeting and rescheduled it for another time. Between attending to his business in Hell's Gate, being forced to make a quick exit, and taking some time to lay low, his life had been busy as of late. Taking a bit more time to rest and recover from it all was a tempting prospect. However, this day had been a long time in the planning; and he was excited to see it come to fruition. Now he sat waiting in the darkened room, illuminated by the holographic billboard that it was situated behind; positioned at the northern point of a triangular table, waiting for the others to arrive. For the occasion, he had decided to dress a bit more formally than usual; a classic three piece black suit. The shadows that obscured his identity were the lone holdover from his normal work attire; keeping his head and neck covered, and glowing white dots representing his eyes. He had debated whether or not to conceal his face from his allies, but had decided that he still didn't trust them enough for that yet. Though the Triptych had been formed quite some time ago, this would be the first time they met in person. When his comrades arrived, they would walk through a door that they alone had the code to open. Once they walked in, they would go through a corridor to the room he now sat in, each coming in from the left and right side of the room respectively. When they walked in, he would greet them. "Thank you for coming. I trust that introductions are not necessary, and we can move straight to business." @Ataraxy @ourlachesism
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    Triptych (Cannon Diabolique)

    Pintura was one of the few people on this miserable planet that the Apostate could say that he liked without the use of qualifying statements. While there were people he hated, like the clergy of the Gaianist Church, and even those he grudgingly respected, like Alexander Hawke, he rarely felt affection for those whose company he kept. But there was something about the female Triptych that he found refreshing. Perhaps it was her honesty. In a world full of liars, the truth was like a precious commodity, yet Pintura doled it out like it was nothing. When she said she had missed them, he had no doubt that she had, and it somehow comforted him to know that. Ragnarok was a different story. While he did not dislike the man, the Apostate found him quite simply too insane to have any kind of friendship with. Even trying to hold a conversation with him was an exhausting task due to his propensity for speaking in rhyme. But beyond that, the laughing man seemed to share some of the same aesthetics that the Apostate himself had. His methodology seemed to involve punishing those he found unworthy, or perhaps had wronged him. The desire to see such people punished was something the shadowy figure understood all too well. "My friends. It is time for us to share our art with the world. The time for our first Exhibition has come. Now we need only decide when, and where."
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    From Nothing We Start; To Ash We End [Everrun]

    Iblis vanished and reappeared in front of Vetiver, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her into the air with the kind of casual effort one might use to lift a cup of coffee. For the first time since the meeting had begun, the Djinn's face was a mask of anger. "Do not impugn my honor girl. When I give my word, I keep it; and the stars will rain from the sky before it isn't so." His eyes turned red, and his voice became like a hurricane, a crack of thunder, the rushing of a great waterfall. As he spoke, his words seemed to echo not just in the confines of the room, but within the minds of those who heard them. The building itself began to shake, dislodging dust and debris from the rafters that fell to the ground. Iblis removed his hand from the woman's throat, but she would remain in the air, held aloft by an unseen force. "You think that because you possess Sight that you can see, but compared to one such as I you are like a blind man fumbling in the dark. I have already witnessed more than you ever could in a thousand lifetimes. I know truths that would shatter your fragile mind, and told lies that would deceive even the wisest of men. Do not presume to know that which you could never understand." The force holding Vetiver up disappeared as suddenly as it had come; letting her fall to the floor. Iblis turned back to face Lilith, his previous jovial demeanor having returned. "Well then. We've made our bargain. I shall leave you to it."
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    Headhunting (Wild Hearts)

    No city in the whole of Ursa Madeum represented the renewed growth ushered in by the reign of Emperor Titus than the capital city itself, Andelusia. John supposed it only made sense that any rot should be purged from the heart of a nation; a bastion from which to usher in a new reign of prosperity. While under the rule of the Tyrant King, the city had descended into squalor, except for the very small portion that the man would have to look out his window and see. Now, the streets were pristine, and the buildings had begun to regain their previous splendor. New shops were opening up by the day, such as the coffee shop he now sat in with one of his newest employees, Oxidus Zurrok. After paying for their drinks, he began to fill the Troubleshooter in on why they were there. "So you know of course that the Wild Hearts were founded in Taen. You may not know that we also like to expand with the Veluriyam Empire, and one of our newest markets is right here in Ursa Madeum." John took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "For a while we were unopposed, but now some new players are after our market share. They call themselves Feel Good Inc. led by a man who calls himself, and I am completely serious, Dr. Happy. The good doctors actual name is Dr. Vincent Prospero, a famed chemist from Terrenus proper. His product is admittedly quite good, and if we don't act quickly, we may have a real problem here." Draining his cup, he leaned forward, "That's where you come in. Me and you are going to convince Dr. Prospero to partner with us. If he resists, I will have you persuade him to do otherwise. Understand?" @Laughingmad
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    A Double Edged Sword

    Sebastian knew that something was wrong before he even opened his eyes; as a feeling of dread gripped his heart. He almost hoped that if he just kept his eyes shut and lay very still, that he would wake up back in his bed. Eventually the futility of this action sank in, and he sat up to find himself suspended in a great void. Though he could not see anything, he could feel himself being watched, a horrible sensation that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. Soon he began to realize that he could hear whispering just beyond the register of his hearing. Once this realization set in, the whispers began to grow louder and louder, but even once he could hear the words being spoken he could not understand them. The language the words were being spoken in was not one that he recognized, and he somehow knew that it was a tongue that had never been spoken by men. This seemed to go on for hours before a bright crimson light began to shine in front of him; no larger than a pinprick at first, but rapidly growing. As the light grew closer the whispers seemed to merge into a great roar, as if he was standing in front of a freight train. Soon the light was like a crimson sun, and he had to cover his eyes with his hands to avoid being blinded. The swordsman could feel himself being pulled toward the light, at first just a tug that soon grew stronger. After only a few seconds, it felt as though he was being pulled into a black hole, a great force against which all resistance was meaningless. Dragged closer and closer towards the light, he could make out a shadowy figure just beyond the horizon. Just as he was about to be pulled into the crimson light, there was a great roar from behind him, and a pure white light began to push against the crimson. The irresistible pull vanished, and Sebastian scrambled backward, as far away from the crimson as he could get. He turned to face the source of the white light to see the shape of a great beast that grew closer and closer. The beast seemed familiar, but he couldn't place from where he remembered it. Although the figure was gigantic, he felt no menace from the beast, and actually felt as if it were there to help him. The Crimson rushed forward to meet the Beast, and just as the two were about to collide, everything faded to black again. "Mayor Heiliger! Wake up!" "We can't get to him, it won't let us close!" Sebastian groaned and opened his eyes to find himself face to face with a beast he had met before, though this one was much smaller. The baby hydra was staring right at him, eyes blinking, but otherwise remaining still. As the one head regarded him, the other four hissed and snapped at the people who had circled both of them. Slowly, he began to back away from the creature, until his hands touched cold metal. Looking behind him, he saw that his sword was there, and he grabbed it as he rose to his feet. All of the infants heads turned to regard him, but did not try to come at him. Taking great care not to make any sudden movements, he made his way to the ladder that extended down into the pit where the beast was kept, and then climbed up until he was out. Once at the top, his would be rescuers; his aides, and the men in charge of caring for the hydra. "Mr. Mayor! Are you okay?" The swordsman was silent for a few moments before asking, "Where's Carina?" @Ataraxy @Csl
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    Leying a Foundation

    Once upon a time, the farm on which Grant Knight now looked upon would have been a picture of vitality; with fruits and vegetables springing from the ground, waiting for a farmhand to come and harvest them. Now the vegetation that once thrived here was withered and rotten, having died a long time ago due to environmental degradation. But if one looked close, the earth beneath the dead plant life was now almost pristine; the result of his mother having struck a deal with the local leyline to rejuvenate the land. He was still unclear on what exactly the terms of the bargain had been, but he supposed it was irrelevant for the time being. What mattered now was clearing out the biological wreckage left behind, and getting the farmers who still remained on Thrace back to work. Currently, he was waiting in the dusty remains of what used to be the main farmhouse, sitting upon a rickety wooden chair that he had found. The sun was shining through multiple holes in the roof, lighting up the otherwise dark structure. Soon the people he had made contact with would arrive, and he would explain to them the details of what they would be agreeing to, and what they would be doing. @Twitterpated @Hurttoto @Thotification @Sleepy Seal
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    Reunions Across Space

    This conversation was a somewhat unanticipated turn of events considering that up until now the longest sentence that Orange had ever said to John was maybe ten words, tops. He couldn't help but wonder what had brought on this sudden bought of chattiness, eventually coming up with an idea. It was his guess that Orange was trying to make him realize that despite his employers obvious toughness, she was still needed somebody to not just support her, but to accept her. To see her doing the things that she thought would send people running and stand firm. John wanted to be that person, so there was no question now that he was going in there. He chuckled, "You're pretty talkative today aren't you Ginger? And here I thought you didn't like me!" opening the door, John met the mans gaze and said more seriously, "Thanks for the talk." With that, he got out of the car and sauntered into the bar like he owned the place. As all eyes turned to him, he grinned widely. "Sorry I'm late fellas. I'm with the lady."
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    Reunions Across Space

    "Kid's eh?" In the darkness of a bedroom in Last Chance, John Wilder lay wide awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of his lovers warmth as she pressed into him. After a bit of fun Patricia, or Mrs. Blonde as she was known to others, had been talking to him about her children before she seemed to doze off. The crime lord could hardly fathom what it would be like to have the people most dear to you in the world separated from you by an entire universe. Since they had begun their romantic relationship the children had been a common discussion, and he could tell by the tone of her voice and the sadness in her eyes how much she missed them. He knew she planned to bring them to Valucre somehow, and he had vowed to help her; but the prospect raised some interesting questions. Would they see him as a father, or could they even accept him at all? Children often had a hard time adjusting to having a parents new romantic interest thrust into their lives; upsetting any kind of established order. But even if they could accept him, would he be fit for the task of helping to raise two children into adulthood? Until very recently he had lived only for himself, caring little for others. In the end he wasn't sure he was the right man for the job... but he would sure as hell try. "Me. A father. Who would have guessed?" @Dredge
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    Leying a Foundation

    "That would be what the incinerators are for," Grant replied, "But if your asking if you can use some kind of ability or skill you have, my answer would be yes; so long as you can control it. We don't need to set off a firestorm. Dismissed." The prince walked outside, directing Linda and Gaylord to the west and east sides of the house before taking the south for himself. Gaylord seemed excited to be here, and he anticipated that the young man would make short work of his cleaning with that kind of attitude. Linda was harder to read, but she held an air of determination that told him that she would see the work done no matter what. It was fortunate indeed that he had managed to attract such people to the job. He was curious to know how Reyna and the third volunteer were getting on, but he trusted her to handle it. With that, he began to rake the dead vegetation into a pile in preparation for shoveling it into the incinerator.
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    'tis the golden hour

    Grant chuckled, "Please forgive my informal greeting, I'm still getting used to being a noble," he gratefully accepted the flowers before handing them to a servant, "I'll have them planted in a place of honor in the garden. Please, follow me." The Knight led them through the mansion and into a study that he often used to entertain guests. Most of the furniture was all polished hardwood and luxurious leather surrounding a fireplace that was currently lit. Shelves of books lined the walls, and along the far wall was a fully stocked bar. Grant walked behind the bar and retrieved a chilled bottle as well as three glasses, carrying them both over to where he had directed his guests to sit by the fire. "Thrace used to be famous for it's many winery's you know," he said as he poured, "Sadly, only one currently remains, but they are true masters of their craft. They gave me this as a gift when I became Regent, and I would love to share it with you." He handed each of them a glass and held up his own, "To friendship between our houses, and the prosperity of Ursa Madeum."
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    Visiting Hours

    Between the physical and mental processes going on, Issac was beginning to have a hard time comprehending what he was seeing, but subconsciously he was absorbing it all. Occasionally a particularly vibrant memory would break the trance, and he would find himself right in the middle of it. Such was the case of the memory of Middy's last confrontation with the Lady Blackhead. He'd no idea that Linda had gone through something so horrible, and his heart ached for her. But now he felt himself being pulled into a new memory, one he recognized as his own... "Fifty percent" Issac stared at the man in disbelief, "That's it? That's the best you can give me?" Looking around it was obvious that he was in an office of some kind. Heavy bookshelves made of hardwood, and multiple diplomas and awards lined the walls of the space. Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a man with white hair done up in a ponytail, and spectacles that lent him an intellectual look. He looked at Issac and sighed, getting up and pulling a folder from his desk. Walking around his desk, he stood in front of the alchemist. "You're lucky it's that high. I've never attempted to do anything like this before, nor have I ever seen anything like the device you outlined in your proposal. If it works, you should get what you want, and the device will replace the functions of your heart while using your body to create more Aether. But there are a thousand things that could go wrong, and nobody I can consult with. I'm sorry, but I feel that this is the best I can do." Issac looked down at the floor, suddenly unsure of the plan he had thought up. He had already destroyed all the files on Aether back at the lab; nobody was going to be replicating his work anytime soon. Logically he knew he should just let it go, let all traces of it fade away so it could never be abused the way his employers wanted. But he also didn't want to throw away something with so much potential to do good. If only he could use it, then he figured he could make sure it was only used for good. He still believed that it could be used for good, and so there was only one thing he could say. "I'll do it."
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    Visiting Hours

    "... and yet, despite all of the trust and friendship shown to me by Prince Grant and Lord Singlance, I remain unsure whether or not to share the secret of Aether with them." Issac clicked off the recorder in his hand, placing it on his desk and leaning back in his chair as his thoughts turned to recent events. Being offered a job overseeing the Senarian Applied Science Sector was a dream job that had practically fallen into his lap. This was the kind of thing that he had always imagined himself doing when he was toiling away in college, and for a while it had been his actual career. Right after graduation, he had taken a job at a major biotech firm working on the cutting edge. While there he had created a substance that could replicate the properties of almost any other chemical or mineral in existence. It had been the proudest moment of his career... until he had found out what his employers were going to use his creation for. Not willing to abide the exploitation of his work, he had taken all his research, and the only working prototype and fled. Afterwards, they had tanked his reputation, and turned him into a pariah and a criminal. He couldn't have gotten a job making shampoo after everything was all said and done. But now he had managed to regain something of his old life, he found himself wondering if he should share the secret of his greatest creation. It was a hard choice, and he was still wrestling with it. Before he could ponder it any further, the intercom on his desk rang out. "Mr. Graham, you have a visitor." "I do?" he said wondering who it could be, "Tell them I'll be right up!" @Thotification
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    When Snow Falls

    It was clear to Samuel that Knox was not in good shape; the evidence of sleep deprivation obvious on his face and in his demeanor. If the man kept going the way he was, he would burn out long before they ever had the chance to accomplish the mission. He knew that him and Marcel were in a hurry, but they were going to have to find a way for the pair to get some rest. The mission they were about to undertake would be a very dangerous one, and they needed everybody in top shape if they hoped to survive. A sleep deprived soldier was a danger to himself and others, and could not be tolerated. Eventually they reached a spot that Knox seemed to find safe, and he slipped Samuel a piece of paper which he opened and read. It seemed likely that he was telling the truth, as if anyone had seen their faces, the hunters would already be on them. Still, coming back to town was a tactically risky move, but he supposed that they probably had no choice. He nodded his understanding, and followed Knox downstairs.
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    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    GRANT Grant was only paying cursory attention to the discussion of religion unfolding before him; as to him the whole thing seemed rather pointless. It was clear that both sides of the debate were steadfast in their beliefs, and neither of them was going to be swayed by anything the other said. Such conversations were good only for frustration in his opinion, though he wasn't about to say so. That would be the quickest way to make the women stop yelling at each other and start yelling at him, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he stood on the sidelines and waited until the princess addressed him. Slightly surprised at the request, Grant still nodded, "Of course my lady. I'll help any way I can." ISSAC "Pleased to meet you too Holy Sheathe!" Issac replied, shaking her hand enthusiastically. When Linda took his arm, he pulled her in as close as was possible, enjoying the feeling of her being next to him. It had been a long time since he'd had the time and freedom to pursue a romantic relationship, and he was very much enjoying it. Back when he was on the run, he was often alone, with nothing but his thoughts for company. He had gotten used to it, but it was never something that he stopped thinking about. Now he was lucky enough to have a lover and a great job. After a rough stretch, it seemed like his good karma was finally paying off. Issac nodded, "Sure thing!" he looked back at Holy and bowed slightly, "Have a lovely evening!" The alchemist now walked toward Grant and his group, waving as he approached. "Hi Prince Knight! Good to see you! I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend, Linda Linda."
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    A Double Edged Sword

    When Sebastian came back to his senses the world was dark, and he could feel the distinct sensation of falling through empty space. He had no idea how long he had been falling, and he wasn't sure how long he continued to fall, but eventually he hit something distinctly liquid. The taste and smell of blood overwhelmed him to the point that it took a few moments for him to realize that he was still falling through the blood, as though pulled by some malevolent gravity. Soon his lungs burned for oxygen, and he struggled against the unseen force, desperately trying to get to the surface, but to no avail. Just as he thought he was going to black out once again, he seemingly reached the bottom of the pool and fell through, plummeting through the air again for a few moments before landing on something solid hard enough to rattle his bones. Though his body was racked with pain, he managed to roll over onto his side before starting to cough up the blood he'd swallowed while falling through the pool. Once the fit had passed, and he could breathe again, he noticed that he could see the sun reflected in the blood he'd just spat up. Looking around, he realized that he was in some kind of cave with an open ceiling, and he could see the sun and the sky through a canopy of tall trees blanketed by snow. For some reason it had taken seeing the frozen forest for him to realize that it was cold within the cave, and he instinctively began to rub his arms to warm them up. Stumbling to his feet, he finally saw something that told him exactly where he was. Stone stairs carved into the rock of the cave led to an altar which was framed by ornate statues of demons and monsters standing vigil around it. When he took a second look around the cave he realized that the walls were lined with carvings of scenes of sacrifice; victims with their limbs hacked off, eyes torn out, hearts ripped from their chests, and miles of intestine being pulled from stomachs. It was as though he had found himself in a shrine to blood and pain, and that was when he remembered that he had been here before. This was the cave where he had found the sword so many years ago. On a hunch, he began to ascend the stone stairs and sure enough, there was the blade, the midday sun gleaming off the steel. He reached out to grab the blade, only to feel a heavy blow land on his chest, and find himself flying through the air. He landed rough on the stone, and groaned as he sat up to see what had hit him. The statue that had been directly behind the altar had stepped forward and punched him, it's carved face an expression of pure rage. Now the other statues began to move, walking toward the first one to be seemingly absorbed into its body. Once all had been absorbed, the thing was at least four meters tall, shaped like a heavily muscled human, but with the faces of the various other statues that had been absorbed forming a disturbing tapestry over the things body. The main face looked at him and grabbed the sword, which let out a scream that chilled him to the bone. So this was what it was like to be on the other end of that thing... Letting loose a bellow of rage, the guardian leaped through the air, leaving Sebastian to roll out of the way just in time to avoid having his body crushed like the stone where he had just been. With unnatural grace, the statue rounded on Sebastian, whipping the sword through scything arcs that the swordsman was only barely able to dodge. There was no room to counterattack, no time to think about anything but evading the next strike. As the two danced their deadly waltz, the carvings on the wall began to ooze with blood that floated through the air, to gather on the guardian's sword. Little by little the statue was speeding up, and the swordsman knew that he wouldn't be able to keep dodging forever. But that was when he saw his moment. When the guardian brought the sword down for a vertical downward slash, he stepped in, caught the thing by the wrist, and pivoted inwards, using it's momentum to throw it across the room where it plowed into one of the carvings in an explosion of stone and dust. Sebastian barely had time to even think about trying to run when he was impaled through the gut by a streak of red energy that burst through the dust cloud. All the strength seemed to leave his body, and he fell to his knees. Numbly he reached out with his right hand and grasped the solid energy, and it was like touching a live wire. The physical pain was enormous, but worse was the sudden pressure in his head. It was like some kind of beast had crawled into his skull, and was now screaming it's fury. If he focused he could almost see the shape of it, a great beast... with... Many heads. The realization hit him like a freight train; and he now understood. It spurred him to grab the energy blade once again, fighting through the pain as he struggled to address the thing in his head. "Fight with me! If you don't, it will consume us both!" The roaring intensified with the words, but he managed to hang on. By now the guardian had picked itself up from the ground and was beginning to charge toward him, more and more of the energy running through him. Gritting his teeth, he addressed the Hydra again. "You WILL fight for me! You WILL accept me! Or you will DIE!" Suddenly the roaring stopped, and the red energy flowed off of the blade and into Sebastian's body before pouring out his right hand; glowing white, and in the shape of a new blade. As it coalesced, the Guardian had just about closed in on him. But where there was once fear, there was now only certainty, and with a casual swing of his blade, Sebastian obliterated the statue, and shattered the dreamscape he had been fighting in. Now the white energy that had formed his sword swirled in front of him to take a vaguely humanoid shape. Despite this, the swordsman could still tell he was facing the hydra. It seemed to be waiting for him to speak, and he didn't keep it waiting. "Now it's just you and me. We can fight each other to the death if you really want, but I think I've proven myself a worthy master. What say you?" Sebastian extended his hand, and the glowing form seemed to eye it skeptically. Then it looked back up at him and shook his hand as the world went white." Back in the Hydra pit, Sebastian fell to his knees before coming to his senses. He looked around and saw Carina and Marik, offering a weak smile to both of them before he realized that he could feel something on his right arm and shoulder. Rolling up his shirt, he was greeted by a tattoo that hadn't been there before. He looked up at Carina, "Not bad right?"
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    Family Friendly

    Grant smiled, "That works perfectly then. The only person you are accountable to is me, and I wouldn't have the time to follow you around barking orders even if I wanted to. And naturally we don't keep records of Web operatives or operations. We did manage to get by without you for quite sometime." The prince returned the wink and sat back down behind his desk. Bishop was a strange one, but at the same time he reminded him in many ways of his father; a good man, and an undoubtedly dangerous one. He might never have seen the man in battle, but a seasoned warrior could always recognize another. More than that, Bishop had the experience and judgement required of a spymaster. Grant was looking forward to working with him. He snapped his fingers, "I almost forgot. The man I told you about who can help with your gun. His name is Issac Graham. Ask my secretary for his address in Ursa Madeum. Feel free to take an airship if you feel like it."
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    Family Friendly

    For weeks, Grant Knight had been holed up in his mother's- no, for the time being, his- office, trying to get the Hyperion government back on track. So many things had to be stopped, rearranged, or postponed; and he had to be read in on things that only his mother had previously known. He barely slept, and ate at his desk, not having the time to take a proper lunch break. Meetings with senior officials and others were often done back to back, with his personal best being twenty sit downs in one day. By the time a new month rolled around, he felt like he was running on fumes, but it had worked. Things we're mostly back on track, and he could begin preparations to officially take over as acting King. After taking a few days to recover, Grant had showered, shaved, and eaten a large breakfast before attending to some business that circumstances had necessitated be put off. The man named Bishop was a friend of his mother's, the brother of the husband she'd had before marrying his father. He knew virtually nothing about him, but he supposed that if his mother considered him a friend, then he should as well. So when the man had asked for a meeting, he had told him that he would work him in as soon as possible. Today was the first man it had been possible. He walked into his office with a nod to his secretary, and greeted Bishop, who would already be inside. "Hello Mr. Bishop," he began, "I apologize for delaying this meeting for so long. How can I be of assistance to you." @Twitterpated
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    Getting Ley'd

    As efforts are underway to restore Senarias waters to pristine condition, attention now turns to the land; scarred by years of pollution and neglect by the Tyrant King Damien. Empress Raveena was recently able to make a deal with the local leyline to rejuvenate the land. Now all that's left is to clean up the debris left behind, and plant new seeds to bring life to the once barren island. Currently looking for 1-3 players to participate in thread. At completion of thread, each player will be given a plot of land on Thrace to do with as they please, so long as they do not harm the environment.
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    Getting Ley'd

    Guys. Guys, pls.
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    When Snow Falls

    For the second time that morning Samuel let his temper get the better of him, and the wooden banister of the stairs creaked and groaned in his grip as he descended the last few steps. Were these brats actually admonishing him for his minor display? After they managed to get chased out of town after one of them had lost control of himself and eaten a horse? The notion would have been laughable if it wasn't infuriating. Under different circumstances he would have torn into them right there and then; shown them what it was really like when he let his anger get the better of his subtlety. But he could see they were obviously tired and they're nerves were frayed. Reading them the riot act right now was not going to help any of them. Samuel nodded his agreement and went to say so when Knox indicated he would like to speak with him privately. He nodded again, and followed the other man to wherever it was he had in mind.
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    Destruction des morts

    The Problem Solver lived up to his organizations reputation; with his quick reflexes keeping him from being skewered by the thrown sword. He moved with practiced swiftness to throw what would be a devastating elbow at his charging opponent. Shikai only had an instant to respond, but fortunately for him, he was just as well trained as his opponent. Hands blurring in a flurry of hand signs, a doppelganger of the Zombie appears in front of him, taking the hit straight in the face before disappearing in a puff of smoke. At the same time, the original takes a spinning leap through the air over PS4's head, raking at him with his claws as he passed. When he landed on the other side, he would land in a crouch and transition into a leg sweep, hoping to take the Problem solver's legs out from under him. @amenities
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