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  1. "Can you feel it? Can you feel the pain and the suffering wrought upon the land?" Godric sighed, looking outwards through a window where the sprawling Port Mars was humming with life. They would survive, they would grow, and they would be fine without them.

    "Brother, I know it feels difficult, but we can still try to rebuild." Godric always felt that Illyana was too soft, and he realized it was this softness that was yet another product of the curse. There is nothing that we do that is not influenced by it, Godric thought, even if it is something as noble as being a priestess.

    Night had come upon their forlorn household, the moon shining brightly as they gathered together for their meal. Everyone was here, Cassandra, Illyana, Luis, Erica, little Eric, even Mia was allowed to return, a sign of peace and unity in the family. All except for their father Oscar, and their dead brother Henry, every Uldwar was now under one roof to enjoy the fire of the hearth and the nourishment of a simple meal. What they didn't know was that this was all according to Godric's plan to once and for all, save Ursa Madeum from their cursed bloodline.

    "Thank you all for coming here tonight." Godric said. "Let us all raise a toast, for the future of House Uldwar."

    They agreed, raised their glasses and drank deeply before going in to their food. Godric waited to drink from his cup, wanting to see and make certain it worked as intended.

    First his mother dropped, then came Erica. Luis attempted to use his magic, but found his throat closing up too quickly for such things, falling out of his seat before expiring on the floor in a heap. Eric passed on shortly afterwards, Mia attempted to call for help, but Godric had already sent everyone away for the night, to give them privacy. She died with a look of anger upon her face that Godric found true to who she was as a person. Angry and filled with rage.

    "Brother..." Illyana somehow clung on, perhaps a product of her faith. "Why...?

    "We should have died a long time ago, sweet sister. I'm simply letting nature take its course and removing us from existence. Just let go, Illyana, it'll be easier that way." He sighed and watched her breathe her last, falling upon the ground.

    "One last life..." Godric sighed, closed his eyes, and drank deeply of his cup. He died before he put the glass down, it shattered upon the stone floor, marking the end of the Uldwar line for good.

  2. Slipping in through the entrance was the easy part, getting to the control center was what was going to kill him. 

    "Who the hell are you?"

    "Sound the alarm!"

    Shit. With one throw he took out the soldier trying to get to the alarm button, the knife sticking out of his head as he lay still on the ground. His comrade had the sense to open fire before Isaiah had the chance to throw another knife, forcing him to dive into the hall on his right. There was a sharp pain in his side, and after putting his hand on it, he found blood. 

    Running through the corridor he recalled the set of directions he memorized from the floor plans. The plan didn't quite go right however, as there seemed to be more soldiers than previously thought inside the structure. Did they realize how important this place was in the siege? That didn't matter, he fought his way through as best as he could, and took out a fair number of soldiers along the way. 

    Finally he burst through a set of double doors, barring it with both swords and groaning as he got to the controls. His blood loss was becoming critical, and he needed to get this done, or else his death would be for nothing. He pulled a lever, flipped a switch, and released the failsafe meant to stop the plant from overloading. There was only one thing left to do.

    Bloody hands took out the explosive device, wired to explode by a detonator. He collapsed to the ground, just as the enemy was trying to force their way in. Shaking, with shallow breaths, he pulled out the detonator, fighting back the feeling of blacking out, he frowned. "Damn...this really wasn't how I wanted to spend my last moments...should have asked for my payment up front..." He chuckled, and just as the enemy had broken through the door, he triggered the detonator, and his mercenary career ended in a glorious blaze of fire and death.

  3. The feathers were intercepted, torn to pieces by shards of pure darkness. Each shard circled the air, then returned to the one who gave them substance. 

    "So, it is you who has been preying upon these children." Jennifer stepped out from the shadows, the veil still covering her face. "You who would abuse their desperation and their sorrow, to further your own gains." More of the shadows gathered around her, swirling in a vortex of magical power. 

    "That is unforgivable."

    Chains burst forth from the vortex, stronger than steel, wrapping themselves around the arms, legs and wings of the angelic being, while the shards formed a ring around its neck, pointing downwards. 

    "You will tell me how to get the others back, or die for your crimes."

  4. Days go by, and the village grows in breadth as the people begin to make a home within this place. It was important to begin efforts of agriculture so as to feed the people. Possums set to work on the best possible course of action, and plots of land are mapped out by the Armadillos to further coordinate the efforts. 

    Darius sits upon his new throne, having taken the largest of the buildings as his new home. Though not as grand as the palace he was used to back in their city, it would suffice for now. 

    "We need to focus on efforts on finding our way back to our true home. Assemble the scouts and task them this mission." 

    "My king...are you so sure that we are even on the same planet? The last time the scouts went searching..." The advisor went quiet after feeling the glare from their king. "Yes...yes your majesty. We will send the scouts out once again, as you command." They left in a hurry, feeling more concerned than ever about their ruler. 

    Was this the start of something terrible?

  5. "Effective." Jericho stated plainly. "Now we go forward."

    Onward they went, into the unknown darkness that pervaded this place, with hungry vines all over. In this place, there was no light, only shadows and death. Jericho was accustomed to this, and felt no qualms about entering.

    How did this happen? This plant has grown so powerful already, it was a true worry that it would become out of control in no time at all. He had to do something about it, but first he had to find Gabriela and make sure she was safe. Once that was done, then he could deal with the vines.

    "Watch yourselves. These vines will not hesitate to take the unaware, and I have no patience to rescue you." 

  6. "Do you see how I have given to the people, even in the midst of confusion and madness?" Darius was more than proud of this accomplishment, he felt as if he had avenged whole scores of generations who had been slaughtered by these barbarians. Many souls can rest now that these murderers have been put down for good.

    Already repairs were being made to the village, all traces of battle being swept away like it never happened. His advisors were certainly impressed, and were reconsidering their worries about him already. Perhaps it was simply the stress of things, and when he was in a better mood, they could speak again about their situation. Surely he cannot still believe they are on the same planet as before.

    "Are you set upon using the dog men as slaves, my king?" One of his advisors asked.

    "Of course." Darius stated. "They will be at the very bottom of the Caste. No one will be allowed to touch them, or else they must be purified." He nodded. "That will be our justice to them." 

    "Very good my king."

    "The people will love you for this, my king."

    "Your name will go down in history as the greatest king of all!"

    "Yes, yes." Darius said, soaking up their praise. "I am indeed a great king for our people."

  7. "Our time is finished, my sweet Illyana. Father is locked up, our coffers are barren, and the people's scorn for us has grown to greater heights than we have ever imagined possible. It appears the curse upon our family has finally done us in." Godric was in another one of his melancholic moods, sitting upon his wheel chair, his older sister standing by his side, looking down as she felt the sting of his words.

    "Dispel those thoughts, brother. Our guests will not want to hear us complaining about our circumstances. We are here for a simple transaction, and nothing more. Once it's done, then we can focus on trying to rebuild." Dressed humbly in the robes of a Gaian priestess, hoping to get through this business as quickly as possible. 

    "Oh Illyana, always the optimist." He sighed, knowing that they must already be at the city, making their way to the keep, where they would purchase their prize. "Perhaps one day, you will see just how doomed our family has been."

    "The sun is shining, Godric, as it will shine every day from now until the end of everything. A new day is a new opportunity, so try to see things that way, and perhaps that way, we can find some peace." If only she knew what was brewing in her brothers tortured mind, she would have found something else to say, or maybe at least, run away as fast as she could.


  8. The battle was over in a matter of minutes, as the dog men could not muster a defense that could withstand the heavily armored attackers. When it was all said and done, the remnants were scattered to the dessert, where they would likely not survive the harsh elements. It would only be much later that they realized they had destroyed the entirety of the dog men in the desert of Taen. 

    Dead bodies littered the streets of the once peaceful village, the buildings largely intact, some containing their own victims of this wanton violence. The general was pleased with this, and ordered for a messenger to alert the king that the village would be ready for them when they arrived. 

    "Begin moving these bodies away from the village and into the outskirts. I do not want them stinking the air when the king arrives." 

    "General!" Some of the soldiers went up to him, holding the whimpering forms of dog men pups in their claws. "There are many of these hidden away in basements and hidden rooms. What should we do with them?"

    Snorting in disgust, the general waved them away. "Throw them in cages. The king will be pleased when I present him with new slaves to do his bidding." They nodded and walked off to spread the word. "Now they will know the meaning of suffering."

  9. Do those with the mark of power actually use all the potential power unlocked by it? That's what's always confounded me about the cult I think, since that sort of determines just how powerful the normal cult member would be.

    Also are we allowed to just get started with this or do we wait for you to make the prompt, Ataraxy?

  10. In the dark shadows of the broken church, Jennifer lurked in waiting, having followed them herself much earlier ago. As an undead, she did not require sleep, and so was able to watch from afar until the first was making their way to the queer destination. Using the shadows themselves, Jennifer was able to cloak herself in a pitch black material that obscured her from sight. Sticking to the walls, one would not even notice her unless pressing the light right next to her, and by then, she could quite easily make her move. 

    She was curious as to why the children gathered here of all places, and what the significance might be. As far as she knew there was nothing special about such a building, and was likely damaged by more mundane means. If Wendolyn were here, she could put her religious expertise to work in identifying it's purpose, and what the act of placing the flower stems might be. As she was not here, however, the lich would have to make due with finding out firsthand.

    The boy, the one who named himself Argi, stood at the entrance, enthralled by what was going on, but not like the other children were. Why was he here, she wondered to herself. She figured she would find out in just a few moments, be it good or bad, she was going to get to the bottom of this mystery. 

  11. desert_village_by_crs1009-d5zij53.jpgA force of a few hundred were gathered for the assault, each Pangolin armed with heavy blunt weapons, such as hammers and maces, armored with metal scales to compliment their natural ones, and ready for battle. The sun was just beginning to come up, bathing the landscape in Golden light, already beginning to raise the temperature of the surrounding area, but they were unfazed. Each of them had lost someone, or felt the sharp claws of their enemy, all in the task of defending their homeland. Now they were going to claim a new home, and wrest this place from the paws of such cruel monsters.

    The greatest of them, a warrior general who wielded a mighty mace handed down from generation to generation. It was his greatest pride, and his tool against the terrors that hoped to take his people away from him. With vigor and conviction he called forth to get their attention. "Villains! Demons of the sands! Come out and face us in this battle!"

    Some approached, looking confused and wary. They could not understand what these strangers were saying, but knew the sight of weapons and armor. Slowly they approached, hands raised, speaking in their own language foreign to the pangolins ears.

    Both sides continued to speak, unable to get past the language barrier, until things finally came to a head. The general was tired of trying to speak to such scum, and decided it was time to end this once and for all. With one mighty blow, the mace crushed the dog man, leaving everything quiet, until.


  12. "Yeah, I'm pretty ready to" He hissed at the pain of the ointment being applied "Never pull a prank again." 

    Nietzche had appeared again in the room, cloak spread out to give the two privacy while Addanon was in the room. "You could squash this rivalry by telling Luis he is worthy of being a wizard..."

    Luis groaned, not from the ointment, but from what Nietzche was saying. "My thoughts are private, you know."

    "His father never validated his choice to become mage, not in a way he actually believes...so if you validated him, he could take solace at least that his peers believe he is worthy of achieving his goals."

    "That's it, I'm just not going to talk to you for two weeks now, Nietzche, how about that?" The Cloaked Figure sighed, accepting the punishment, if it meant mending a toxic relationship. 

  13. Nodding, Luis was able to get himself together, using Priscillas help to conjure up some ice to soothe his welts. If his father ever knew, he would have Kalmulis head, or maybe she would just kill him for trying that. In this world, the mighty make the rules, at least that's what his father taught him. 

    They exited the cloak together, finding Nietzche already making comprehensive notes, it's hand a flurry of motion as it seamlessly wrote, dipped in the inkwell and gave full attention to what was being said. As confusing as that was, Luis knew it was more important to get started as well, and so he took a deep breath, winced from the pain of sitting, and proceeded to take his own notes.

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