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"The classic tale of the Game of Thrones it would seem, only the name ever seems to change." He shook his head with a slight air of annoyance "I suppose I could have crashed on a worse world though." His bemused eyes turned toward the Teknikan Captain.
"How fortunate then, that your empire does not simply attack the lost on sight. Though I cannot not blame your caution," He took a moment to gather his thoughts "My ship had crashed on this planet shortly after exiting warp, I ordered my men to abandon ship before doing so myself," He paused again, allowing the others to process his words. "I suppose that would answer your question, at least on behalf of myself."

Now a moment before he answered Fel's final question "I suppose it would be inevitable, that the Angels of Death should get involved somehow." His green eyes took on a focus that could rend flesh as he whispered to himself, "They are my bulwark against the terror, Tell me then, the symptoms of this cancer."
 
Perhaps the chainsaw should be forgotten. Completely.

Melody had been rummaging through the shack, every now and then finding something that made her jump and scream with surprise. Like the skin of a woman, whose blood was slowly drying on a mannequin. That nearly made her faint. Oh and what about the blood all around the shack? No it wasn't in just one room, of course not! Nope it was all around the place. Luckily it was dried, but Melody couldn't help but feel the need to vomit. She had yet to find her missing footwear.

The fridge she found underneath the kitchen counter. It was one of those mini fridges. Unfortunately Melody had passed by that several times not knowing what the contraption truly was. When she realized it was something akin to a chest and had something in it, she reached out and opened it.

Again she screamed.

A finger. And a pair of eyeballs. They were both refrigerated, but there wasn't any sort of bag or container to keep either thing contained. It was laying there in front of the bottles of liquid. Letting out a cry of frustration Melody swatted the finger and eyeballs out with a piece of paper. She made sure they lay there across the room so it wouldn't bother her.

Then she started chugging the bottles in the fridge. Some of the bottles were clear plastic containers. Obviously those were water. But chugging down two bottles of Budweiser obviously had some side effects. Don't ask how she didn't notice it wasn't alcohol. Dehydration does some silly things to a person's mind. Perhaps it was better to just get the hell out of there and not look for something she didn't know how to use. Yeah... That sounded like a good idea.

(Summary: Melody is on the tipsy side.)
 
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Miru continued walking the path to the tavern alongside his traveling companion.

"Just...try not to get in any fights, okay?"
"It's not that I can't help you in them...It's just...the powers I have aren't good. All they do is destroy things, in fire and ice."
"If I use them, to help you fight...I'll probably just end up hurting you."

Miru turned his head away from Kino for a quick minute, unsure of how to proceed with the conversation, if it could be called that.

"Well, um...We shouldn't come across anything on our way there...It's not really an area that's patrolled much, as far as I know. Even then, we should be prepared to get out of here if anything...unpleasant shows up."

As the pair got closer to their destination, Miru stretched his arms and continued speaking.

"I remember hearing before that the most beautiful smiles hide the most amazing powers and people alike. Maybe we'll see that along the way, no? It's okay to cheer up a bit, even in a place like this...If anything, it's more important here, given the state of affairs..."

Miru could just make out the tavern, and motioned for Kino to speed up with him and he began running to the target briskly.

Summary: Miru compliments Kino and the pair find the tavern.
 
Outer Space: Thousands of Miles From Iwaku World​


For anyone on Iwaku World who owned a telescope that they pointed up toward the night sky, tonight was the night to freak out. Or commit mass suicide after partying if they were in some type of cosmically inspired death-cult. Up above, beyond, and far off in space a strange glowing object blazed straight toward the strange world at ludicrous speed. Just three colors made up the spectrum: silver, gold, and a bright blue. Planets for half a galaxy had been completely passed up and over by the driving force which felt like nothing short of destiny itself toward the destination. Celestial bodies which did not move in an orbit were left in the star dust of what might only be described as a shooting star shot by on a collision course with Iwaku World in T-minus sixty seconds. A troubling detail to notice for anyone watching was the simple fact that this shooting star avoided obstacles.

Whatever it was, was definitely sentient and very alive.

Anyone with a powerful enough means by magic or science to get a closer look at the Shooting Star would realize the brilliant blue was literally a result of it putting the pedal to the metal. Spaceships brave enough to have tried getting a closer look would have been utterly astonished by what their eyes would find. Use of a listening device capable of listening through space would have caused an even greater alarm. Merely since doing so would privy them to hearing the voice of a young man yelling. Not screaming out in terror or crying out in frustration. . . but yelling out of sheer exhilaration and excitement.

"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

Every passing moment it drew closer and closer to Iwaku World until entering the atmosphere. Hanging ten for his life, a strange humanoid looking being stood on what could only be described as a surfboard. But right now those features were likely impossible to discern from the blazing fire which engulfed the cosmic life-form. Amazingly, neither one had an adverse reaction to passing through the atmosphere and stayed in one piece effortlessly. Perhaps the denizens of Iwaku might take it as a sign or an omen of some sort from the God Homac. But would they think it good or evil? At that point anyone watching the night sky would have seen the Shooting Star stream right toward the Eastern Kingdom itself and losing altitude. Most troubling was it's trajectory since the cosmic entity started to slow itself down while passing just a few inches over the tallest buildings in Jack Shade's domain. This made it quite clear to any casual observers that this falling star was in fact some sort of UFO.





Eastern Kingdom: Lake of Iwaku​

Straight into the deepest part of the Lake went what had previously been just a Shooting Star through outer space. Now a wave of at least eight feet started to arise as part of the splash brought on by an impact from a certain cosmic entity. Certainly it held the allure of a killer wave even though the serenity it disturbed was likely beyond sacred. Darkened by the night and the waters it ascended from, a shadowy shape started to rise up from the depths on top of the very wave it had caused. Any onlookers set up on the lake shore would witness a humanoid figure surfing on top of a surfboard!

Laying with his stomach flat on the board, the mysterious Surfer from outer space looked as though he had never even left zero gravity the way he jumped up onto his feet without a single mistake. Given he had just come from the atmosphere his body was still incredibly hot andactually caused steam wherever he or the surfboard touched water. Ripping right along the wave, the surfer responded to every change as though he knew what the wave was thinking before taking a late drop and really lighting it up. Killer wave was a touch of an understatement since out of this world was more appropriate. It was a 360 wave spreading out in all directions which made what came next even remotely possible. One hand up against the face of the wave itself as it started to barrel, the mysterious Surfer actually started to circle the lake by riding that killer wave. As it traveled closer to shore the barrel grew longer and more unstable. Farther and farther he went through the barrels as they formed until it seemed just the right moment to finally cut out toward the shore.

Walking up onto the shore completely soaked and still slightly steaming with his surfboard tucked safely under arm, the Living Star adjusted himself as the lake continued to try returning to a calm state behind him. Relatively long strands of wet but glistening and glowing golden hair were moved out from in front of his eyes which blazed like two miniature blue suns. But rather than take in the environment more closely he looked at himself. Across his entire body glimmered and glistened a smooth skin with all the luster of polished silver. Curiously the cosmic entity watched his silvery skin turn the color of reasonably tanned flesh. It must have been the type of exterior required to survive within this planet's atmosphere. Or something like that. Regardless of why, his left hand was held up right in front of his face for examination as fingernails formed on digits previously lacking in detail. Last but not least those eye sockets which had just been glowing a cosmic blue started to change along with the rest of his body. Now they appeared as human eyes would, with only a twinkle of cosmic power left visable in each one.

Finally, Orion turned to look back at the lake he had disturbed. As the surface calmed, the cosmic entity witnessed his own reflection on Iwaku for the first time.

"Whoa. . .dude."

Summary: Orion arrives on Iwaku in the Eastern Kingdom right at the heart of the Lake of Iwaku and upon getting to shore, takes on a more human appearance.
 
Jahrakal had knocked out his enemy and was ready to receive all the glory of winning another cage fight - This time with a single blow but something was amiss - Was there more people in the stands? People? Wait. Why were they wearing the same clothes? Fuck! Soldiers! Jahrakal's first thought was to how they had found the arena, and his eyes immediately flickered over to the emcee that was flying around the cage but .. The man was nowhere to be seen. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck.

Recovering from the initial shock of the calls for arrest, Jahrakal kicked open the door to the cage and then leapt down to the ground, spinning in the air as he tried to lessen the impact he would feel when he landed. Sending himself into a roll, Jahrakal ignored the blunt pain that racked his body when he hit the ground, instead charging towards the spot where the line of guards had been broken. However, it was a big arena - By the time the blue-haired fighter arrived, guards had flowed in like water to a gap and stemmed the flow of people escaping.

Stopping a few metres before the guards, Jahrakal's expression hardened when he saw that more guards had surrounded him, and he realized that if he were to try and escape, he would have to fight his way out. Throwing his fists out to each side of his body, his blue aura gathered about them and then he kicked off the ground, leaping at a random guard - It didn't matter who he was. He would be the first of many other insignificant individuals to fall. The man had tried to raise his weapon to block the fighter, but it didn't matter. The weapon was smashed by the auric energy imbued fist of Jahrakal and the blow had caught him in the face, causing him to fly back and land on the ground a few feet away, knocked out.

The other guards reacted quick - They were well-trained, Jahrakal had to give him that. They fell upon Jahrakal like piranhas on fresh meat, except this one was no fresh meat. Flaring his aura such that it became a blue layer around his body, with a gaseous fluid that curled and vanished when it touched the ground moving about him like a wisp he lowered one foot to the ground and then spun, sweeping the area about him in a 360 degree spin, knocking down a number of guards. The ones behind them continued to press in, but Jahrakal left up into the air immediately, channeling most of his aura to be released to the people below as multiple fists.

As Jahrakal fell, he channeled his aura forward such that it formed somewhat of a shield around him, as he smashed into a mass of guards, knocking most of them down. The fight continued on, with Jahrakal beating up multiple guards, leaving the injured and knocked out at almost three dozen.

However, no matter how good this man was ..

BAM!

Jahrakal felt it - A baton struck across the back of his head. Fighting against so many had taken a toll towards his stamina, even though he was superhuman and had extremely high durability. Staggering, Jahrakal desperately tried to regain his focus before other guards took upon the chance to strike at the fighter that had downed so many of their comrades, and they soon smothered him in a mass of uniform and weapons, and when they receded like the tide ..

Jahrakal was knocked out on the floor, a mass of cuts and bruises.

SUMMARY: Jahrakal tried to fight his way out, knocked out. Ready to be arrested.
 
Jovian stood solemnly as her guards successfully apprehended the fighters. She focused on Jahrakal; he had fought back very well, taking out quite a few of her trained Knights. She almost smiled at the challenge. She had been prepared to engage against him herself, but a well placed hit on his head managed to subdue him long enough for her Knights to take hold of the advantage.

"Sir," she said, turning to Jack. "I believe we have accomplished our goal here. What is your next command?"
 

Eros took the cloth that Thoma handed her, her eyes examining it for just a moment before tying it around her face. It was plain gray cotton - very typical of Thomas, she thought. When prompted for the address that the book had last been noted at, she withdrew her notebook from the saddlebags, flipping through the pages whose delicate dark script was beautiful to the eye but nearly impossible for others to read. It was clever, it would take hours for others to decipher the writing; it would be clever, anyway, if she did it on purpose. Her writing was think and spidery, arching lines and beautiful strokes written in cursive and slanting slightly to the right. Perhaps for this reason alone, Thomas was content to simply ask her for information that needed remembered instead of looking himself, though he was welcome to look through her notebooks.

After repeating the address to Thomas, the two of them began to pick gingerly through the wreckage of the town. Ash was swept up on the breeze and Eros was grateful for the cloth instantly. She would have hated to no end getting some of that filth in her mouth or nose, especially since one couldn't know just what ash was made from skin and what ash was comprised of wood. Following the houses and relying heavily on what few markers remained to tell them of their location in the town, they made their way through and tried to watch for danger while averting their eyes from disaster at the same time. More tempered to the cold, aching sense of grief blanketing the town, Thomas was more able to examine the ruins. Lifting her eyes from a pink child's blanket seared at the edges and still smoking lazily, Eros and Thomas froze in unison.

Gentle clanking was coming from nearby, the sound of metal plating tapping lightly against another of the same. Their eyes darted, looking for the source of the noise though their worse suspicions were most likely correct. Razbots, here, in the town. The sounds made it clear that they were searching for something. It was hard to believe that they were tracking the mercenary duo, however. They'd been so careful, after all. Either some new enemy had arisen that was even better at tracking than the Razbots, a terrifying prospect, or something else had drawn them here. Eros narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge how far away the bots were but they were obviously quite close.

Wide-eyed, she turned her head to look at Thomas . Fighting was the least lucrative of their options, but an option all the same. It was either that or try to somehow sneak in search of the book still. The book was the primary objective and it would be pointless to leave without it, for then they would have no lead on their winged prey.
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[BG="black"]Thomas drew one of his pistols out from its holster. He pointed it at the treeline. With that signal, Eros dashed as quickly as she could into the surrounding wilderness. The Razabots had one major flaw and that was the fact that they were too bulky to to travel in dense woods as these.

Looking around Eros found a low enough tree that she could climb up. Eros then pulled her large saddle bag to the side. She then withdrew her main weapon.

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She readied the weapon. Since Eros was a small woman, carrying a large caliber gun would be useless for her. This M1 rifle could easily fire off 15 to 30 shots a minute. However, in a time like this, it could be easily fired more accurately than a pistol, at greater distances, with less effort.

This was not to suggest that she'd be fighting half assed. Eros was single-minded, chilly, and her affection to her father was evident in her actions and loyalty. She would do her father proud.

Thomas, himself also hid in the tree line. He didn't want to try to fight the Razbots head on. They were supposedly an elite fighting machine, trained under the leadership of Razilin during the Nerf Wars that drove King Gabriel to insanity. He placed himself behind a log. Thomas didn't bother to find his spy glass. His sharp grey eyes could see the foes just foe, even from this vantage point. Thomas was known to criminals around the world, as the Man with Eagle Eyes...

He then heard an unusual sound. He hadn't heard it in many years. Thomas then clinched his teeth shut.

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Grunting a few yards in front of him was a short creature with a balding head. It was a noob. These reject creatures came from another world, which Thomas didn't remember the name of. During the Nerf Wars, these creatures were a major factor supporting Razilin and his rebellions. Last he had heard, Azazel had ordered their whole scale slaughter...Why where they still here?

"Heheheh...Me will find you Wendu...Me will find you." Snorted the noob. It then started to dig around sniffing for whatever a wendu was. However, it was getting closer to finding Thomas. With a single shot from her sniper's nest, Eros shot the noob. She didn't even flinch from the recoil of her weapon. She had been trained to protect your messmate. Thomas then made a sound of a bird chirp. This was their signal for all's clear.

The noob wallowed in pain. Thomas had to shut the thing up before it gave away their position. Rolling his eyes he got near the creature. It's beady eyes looked up to the 'hawk.' He then raised his foot. In a quick stomp, he crushed its head in. "Fucking noob." Thomas then said. He had a slight grin on his face. That line was nostalgic. Thomas didn't bother to wipe his foot off just yet. He decided that it was best to retreat further into the woodlines. From this point onward, he and Eros would have to communicate using a non-native language....

There was bound to be more of those noobs showing up....

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A muffled boom.

Medium caliber, rifle, single shot. A marksman's weapon.

Vay ducked pulling Staci down with him his eyes cast among the trees.

"Are there many hunters here?" he asked not looking in her direction, then without waiting for an answer he moved off towards where he heard the shot come from.

"Scout ahead." he whispered to the bird sending to off, not even knowing if it could understand as his hand reached for the only weapon he had available, his sword.

"If this is or isn't a good idea is not the issue, the issue is there are people there who could tell us where we are or who might have a map." he said to Staci's unasked question. "And as you said you've spoken to no one, so this talk might get a little rough depending on who we find."

"Bang this way. Raven will praise us when we find."


The voice was shrill and slow and sent a shiver down' Vay's spine and immediately he pulled his companion behind cover just before what looked like large wrinkled potatoes on legs waddled hurriedly towards where the shot came from.

"What are those things he whispered almost to himself as he backed away further and began moving in a parallel path behind tree cover. He could hear them, and more of them, cackling, talking. Damn, how many...

"Get on my back, we'll be faster." he said suddenly and waited for Staci to obey before setting off through the trees, it seemed the only safe move was to stay ahead of these things.

"We crush, we kill. We snuggle, we bite."

They were almost to where he estimated the shooter was hiding..
Should he really be running into a marksmasn's range of fire?
 

There had been a split moment of pondering, whether to create a disturbance by shooting the gun or to hope that the creature didn't find Thomas, but it had toddled too close. Fortunately, the n00bs were not intelligent enough to know what another person of average intellect would have figured out - there were hunters in these woods and they'd become the prey. Most likely, the shot would only startle them. She grinned savagely down to Thomas, who had delivered the final blow to the thick creature by caving its skull with his foot. Nostalgia felt good, to finally know where the enemies were andbe able to mete out a little punishment of their own.

A whistle came, Thomas was giving the clear... but Eros paused halfway through lowering her weapon. There was a sound of sticks snapping, leaves being crushed underfoot. Someone was coming towards them at a run, moderate weight at least by the sounds of it with some musculature. This was not a n00b, it wasn't a razbot. Eros leveled her gun again. The sound wasn't near Thomas, and was in fact angling in her direction. The shot seemed to have alerted something.

Searching for visual of the source of the noise, when Eros finally saw her prey, she nearly shot it. All that stopped her was Thomas preaching prudence. Instead, she would hope that Thomas had heard or saw it as well. Instead of shooting them, she would hide herself. They were headed in the direction of the gunshot, so she and Thomas would be able to take them unawares. Before crouching in shadows near where she'd been standing, she called back to Thomas. Two replies, two distinct chirps: danger and taking nonlethal action. Then she snuck into cover to lay in wait. There might be information to be gained from the pair, so knocking them unconscious was the most logical course of action.
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Miru arrived at the bar with Kino following close behind him. The town was nothing special, and the bar itself wasn't all that impressive, at least compared to what a decent traveler would've seen in his or her travels. Sighing lightly, he opened the door slowly, revealing the inside of the place. As unassuming as the outside appeared, the interior countered equally. The atmosphere was a warm one, fitting for a bar. It was a cozy place, that much was obvious. He ran his eyes across the room, skipping past the regulars and the townspeople, scanning for something else. After a few seconds, his eyes stopped on Seiji and Ozymandius. Compared to the no-name townspeople, they most certainly stood out, and that was a good thing. So now they just had to play the waiting game and let the fates decide how the flow would go this time.

Miru beckoned to a table and pulled a chair out for Kino, always the gentleman. It probably looked out of place to the patrons in the bar, seeing "a little kid" acting this way. He wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook them for siblings at this rate. Wishing to kill time, Miru struck up a conversation with Kino amidst the hustle and bustle. He wasn't a drinker in any case, so this was all he could do for now to pass time.

Summary: Miru and Kino arrive in the bar. He scans the room to locate Seiji and Ozzy, then strikes up a conversation with his partner, apparently waiting on -something-.
 
Left, through he trees, dodge out, glance behind. At least a dozen and they had been seen.

"What are those thing where... shit."

He turned back ahead and put his hand out to stop himself from hitting a tree, then continued skirting the forest at a run. A bird chirped, once twice, close by too. Then the bushed ahead exploded.

He only saw it for a second, a small girl, brown hair shining in the sun. He wouldn't have taking notice except to avoid her if she wasn't holding what was undoubtedly a rifle above her head and was bringing it down stock first like a spear. Not that he had time to react before the weapon made contact with his forehead and his neck whipped backwards, his body carried by it's momentum still charging forwards sending him tumbling backwards.

He felt Staci fall too but beyond the dancing lights inside his skull he couldn't feel anything. For the third time in less than that many hours Vay slipped into blackness, the forest green above him and the hard earth beneath. Somewhere a bird of pray shrieked, but it didn't seem important, nothing did. Then nothing was all he was aware of.
 
Endry and Company; Northern Wastes.

Endry personally thought it laughable that the Technikans could call this place a part of their territories. He was sure that some of said worlds were just called this, and that mostly they sent a representitive to guide the local governement once every hundred years or so.

"Tell me, then," the Blademaster said. "If your people once owned this planet, or ruled it, all in all the same, why do I not see technology rampant?" He didn't wait for an answer. "If you must know, my collegues and I are just passing through. Although, it must be said if one of Azazel's mechanical creatures were to hear you speak of this land as yours, you'd be for the fight of your life."

He in turn regarded the hulking warrior, Karsikan. "The Game of Thrones, indeed. I myself thought my days of intrigue were over long ago. Granted, I'm not that old. It seems naive, doesn't it?"

At the grandmaster's final question, he turned his head ever so slightly (although he was sure that people of such reflex could see) to look at Kestrel. "This question, I couldn't fathom to explain. To me it appears as though the right-to-rule system is nonexistant, and the head of state position is given, from one generation to another. I would further my thoughts into conjecture by saying that if the ritual of passing down is broken, as is with Azazel, it would then break down this world."

He had barely finished his final word as Kestrel stepped forward. "Endry, we really need to go. While you're arguing theory, that bastard is gaining more hold on this land." Then, under her breath: "I watched my world die, I won't watch this one too."
 
The Town of Anton


Hearing a sudden loud noise, Rameses craned his neck from where he was sitting and glimpsed the shape of a fairly large craft as it passed overhead. Barely a moment later, he had to shield his eyes and face with his arms to block the sand that had been whipped up and scattered in its wake. Once the sand had settled, Rameses got up and circled around the clapboard shop to investigate what had just flown over it.

Sitting just outside the shop was some kind of strange vehicle, the likes of which he had never seen before. It appeared to be made entirely out of metal, and part of it that was near what appeared to be a kind of seat was festooned with a plethora of bright buttons, switches, and levers that seemed too many to count. As impressive as the water pump had been to him, this vehicle was an even greater wonder to him.

After standing there marveling at it for several minutes, Rameses' attention was diverted to the figure that had just emerged from the shop. Although the blank expression on the man's face gave nothing away, Rameses ventured it was safe to conclude that he was the owner of the craft, seeing as he had not seen or heard anyone else near the shop. The man was garbed in strange attire, the most conspicuous item he wore being a somewhat small conical hat. Still, as off-putting as the man's appearance might have been, he was apparently the only other person besides Rameses himself to have recently entered this town from the outside. He might have valuable information regarding the area that would be of use to Rameses as he continued his journey.

Stepping away from the bike and towards its owner, Rameses did his best to appear at ease despite his weariness and uncertainty. He didn't want to seem too desperate, less he come across as some kind of dangerous vagrant.

"Greetings, stranger. I was wondering, since you have this... craft, if you could perhaps tell me what path to take to the next settlement?"
 
"So, how does one defeat a Tyrant and Usurper" He thought a moment on the subject "It would seem that we need to find the true ruler of the realm or their successor," he chuckled to himself, "Centuries of combating inssurection and now I am helping to instigate it, My emperor you do have a sense of humor."

He paced back and forth, lost in thought "Then we would need to raise an army, there must be those who abhor this tyrant in other places, we simply need to provide the catalyst to set things in motion, show them that this tyrant can be beaten, that his reign is not all powerful. We give them a banner to unite behind, a single driving purpose that would cause the people who are sick of oppression to rise." The energy in his voice rose as he spoke, "To the former, I lack the tools needed to aid you, and to the latter I would first need your aid" The second statement was directed at the Teknikan Captain with them "I remember enough of the details of the crash that I can calculate the approximate location of my Brothers that evacuated with the proper cogitator facilities."

"If this tyrant thinks he is strong, than he does not know the might of the Angels of Death."

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Endry and Company; Northern Wastes

"Nor, then, can he fathom the strength of the impoverished, the damned. I agree we need a banner to rise behind. However, continuing this conversation, as my sister-soul has said, is futile if we stay in hiding for too much longer. I am heading to Razilian City, some fifty miles north of here, to raise this banner. One of freedom, of correcting the path. Should you chose to follow, come then. We four companions, seven if you all deign this a worthy cause, move forward right now."

With this, Endry, Kestrel, King Weavil and the ever-present Collie moved as one, eerily in step. Northward, through the blasted, Winterlands. Their siren call that of the noble.
 
The knightlike soldier in powered armor was quite a sight for Nic, as the man would be for any other Teknikan, despite the Grand Empire's capability for similar feats of armor production. A quick glance at the warrior's stalwart posture sent the Captain to a moment of contemplation - what kind of war would need soldiers like him? An eternity of war, perhaps, just like the war the Grand Empire fights against its enemies, especially against fellow humans. From the gleam of the towering warrior's plate, to the inscriptions to be found upon separate portions of his armor, Nic surmised that this giant of a man also had to fight the spawn of humanity's darkest depths, however antiquated that concept may seem.

In contrast, Nic looked upon the Blademaster and his retinue with a marked stare and raised hairs. Nic was taken ajar by the nature of the stranger's address towards him and the Grand Empire, as well as the truth the man's words.

They were just passing through.

The Captain felt, with great abhorrence, that the manner in which he greeted these strangers was no better than that of a mugger looking to acquire valuables at gunpoint, or that of a magistrate accusing innocents of crimes they had never committed. His stone-coldness drives him to a melancholy at times, but he never allows it to hamper his duties. Nic turned again to the leader of the band, and saw in him a stride that was as fearless as his tongue.

Nic's attention was then drawn to what he presumed was the Blademaster's equerry. Every warrior in the gathered band was equipped for battle, and this woman seemed no different from all the others. What piqued Nic's interest were the words that snapped out of the lady's mouth - another portent of an apocalypse arriving upon this world. Covert recon missions and radio intercepts by Imperial agents yielded the ramblings of doomsayers and news of imminent worldwide disaster, but no definite evidence of such having a chance of occuring, in spite of the whole realm operating with Azazel at the helm.

If Azazel seeks a world in his vision, then what would be the point of destroying it? What other force in play would seek destruction as its goal?

The towering warrior began to devise plans in front of everyone. He expressly addressed Nic, asking him for assistance. This beggared Nic's sense of wonder at a warrior who looks quite capable of doing a lot of things himself, but he listened nonetheless.

A voice then came through on Nic's helm radioes.

"This is Ground Command. Captain, do you receive?" Nic rose, and clasped his helmet with his left hand.

"Yessir." Nic replied. He turned his back towards the others as he listened further.

From the tone of his voice, the commander was intently listening to the conversation as well. A respond came through: "Follow them. Any opportunity to gain the trust of these natives takes precedence. We'll back you up once they've prepared themselves. Over."

Nic eagerly answered. "Of course, sir... of course. Nic out." He turned back to the gathered band as they prepared to march once more.

Nic proclaimed, "Everyone, I will come with you." He turned his attention to the two other strangers to the band. "The Empire fights with you. Despite my initial doubts, for which I apologize, I believe this was decided from the start." Without delay, Nic took up Pax Imperia and fell in with the others.

Captain Nic has joined the party.
 


Zypher went completely unphased. Names were thrown about, people came out of hiding, but no talk of towns or at least heading towards them. Everyone was stationary. How delightfully awful. Or is is awfully delightful? Or maybe fully delightawful. Funny how things worked out like that.

By now Zypher had completely dropped his hand off his sword's hilt and was staring blankly at the sky. "Night, knights, night of knights, knight of nights, where are the stars hiding at day?" He mumbled to himself. It was incredibly boring, all this talking and sitting, especially when it wasn't directed at him. However, when the group started moving he was snapped out of his daze. "As long as we get to a city, I'll be more than happy to go with you."

Zypher continues being weird and aloof, but goes with the others willingly
 
Southern Cross - The Town of Anton​
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It was a man.

The man was toned.

He looked Egyptian.

It was a toned Egyptian man.

Now he could be a toned Egyptian man too.

Oh, dialogue... right. Er...

"..."​

Asmodeus stood in front of Rameses awkwardly, shifting his feet and looking left and right. He was like an actor waiting for his cue. Then he seemed to decide on something and gave an exaggerated grin, white teeth gleaming in the desert sun.

"I'm not a stranger. I'm just like you."​

He tried to copy Rameses' accent and tone. He didn't quite succeed. But these were early days.

Asmodeus lifted his hand robotically and swept it outward in a welcoming gesture.

"I can take you to the next town.... in my sky chariot..."​

His other hand twitched. Then it changed its mind and shot upward, knocking the sugegasa hat of his head and letting it roll away in the wind.

Perfect.

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[SUMMARY: Asmodeus offers Rameses a lift in his hover car.]
 
How she hated her position in life right now. Nine years old and she held more angst against life than any other teenager on the planet. Her head hurt from the injury and also from the beer. She was in this god forsaken shack with a killer who undoubtedly was finding some sort of cruel, agonizing and unique way to finish off her miserable life. Melody had a demon living inside her, and the thing would make snide remarks, hurt those who touched Melody and was just an all around bitch. Not to mention she single handedly killed her family.

Shhh, don't think about that.

She could escape, but where would she go? She was in a desert for god sake? But the killer apparently knew the way home, and knew that there was some sort of town nearby.

The killer... The icing on the cake, the cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. Oh how much she hated him, and his fucking shack.

Melody should burn the place down, that way no unsuspecting child would walk through the threshold's of his home anymore.

But what to burn the place down with? There wasn't any fuel. Wait... Melody smelled gasoline as the killer was leaving. Perhaps it was in that room?

She busted through the rest of the shack, tackling the door down. Melody stared at the open garage, seeing the stainless spot where the hovercraft was. Curses were flying from her mouth as she stared at the walls, looking for the gasoline. She moved along the walls, sniffing everything. There was a crazed look in her eyes.

There, she smelled it. The gasoline.

Laughing triumphantly, she grabbed the red container and popped open the lid. Still laughing, she sloshed the liquid around the garage, and then in the basement, back to the living room, the kitchen and even the bathroom. (It smelled like piss.) When she found the door to the back, Melody kicked open the door, and tossed the container back inside.

"Now," she said, huffing and puffing, "How to start the fire?"
 
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