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Post by Jaminx on Jul 2, 2016 15:20:56 GMT
As I&I proves along with Dr Clueless' looks into parallel worlds there are a lot of universes out there with our V&V characters in. This thread is for short tales from these worlds. I welcome all to post ideas or tales of their own here as well as providing you with a yarn or two of my own. {Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 1}
James stood shackled to the earth all his power held in check as a fury attempted to escape her shackles and remove his eyeballs before melting him to a liquid puddle as they revelled in his blood. He stood weary and drawn himself but eyes burning as he looked up at the pantheon of justice before him.
He had committed the greatest sin known amongst them. He had killed his father, a great tale in itself where the earth had trembled and fire erupted from the ground around the world something he had not planned for.
"James." The grand figure on the throne intoned. He was an old god one of the oldest out of those who were worshipped and he looked weary from the strain of the day. His gaze hardly traced James body but speared through him weighing his soul as guilty. There was no need for lies under that gaze. Even without it, the fury could smell the death on him. It was likely he would be left to her old brand of justice not the newer kind like the goddess made of stars on the other side of the room dished out, not even the brutal vengeance of the red cloaked god.The red god was swift and brutal but the fury was slow and gleeful.
"You are held guilty to the death of your father. Normally we would leave you to the old justice but for now we have stayed her hand."
James looked up surprised, cruel hope welling up inside him. Only for it to be dashed with the next words.
"However you have perpetrated a greater crime. The world is in danger as you father was the anchor of the earth, the centre and balance. Now the ground crumbles and rebels. We should make you take his place."
James gut tightened. Trapped in the earth he would slowly collapse under the weight of the world as his body was not designed for the earth but rose for the sky and the loose step of the sand quickly moving and free. A slower death.
"But we will not do that yet, as long as you are willing to take on our deal." The Lady of light stepped forward her voice rising like bird song. "It would only delay the earths destruction. You must find a successor for your father before the Summer Solstice. If you succeed we will leave you free of this burden and absolve you of our court."
The red man stepped in his voice like serrated edges. "If you fail we will place you in the hole with the fury and keep you alive for as long as we can."
There was little choice. James nodded, accepting the task. A burning sensation began at his wrist and a tattoo of and hour glass appeared. The sand slowly dripped down his flesh.
"When the last of the sand falls we will come for you." The great god intoned before James hurtled through the air finding himself in the middle of his own Desert palace, his dragon snorted warm air in his face as a greeting. He did not return the greeting but hopped onto their back
He had little time, no energy. But the worst thing was he had no clue what to do next. He would have to go to the Oracle.
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 7, 2016 21:57:58 GMT
{Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 2}
The Oracle resided away from the world. They had no time for the incessant questions of the world or pleading for different fates they could not grant. Still he was not fully alone if the rumours were true. He took on apprentices or young initiates who wanted to learn. Most would leave disappointed when they found out that he didn't teach how to gain exactly the same powers of perception.
The newest initiate stood at the cave entrance a tall imposing warrior who hardly batted one of his piercing green eyes as James' dragon touched down in a shower of dust.
"Weapons stay outside." The young man indicated as James approached. A smirk skirting his lips as he indicated the dragon along with the weapons on his person. He made to pass them but the man shook his head instead they floated to his side as he stepped out of the way of the entrance.
The cave was incredibly dark after the midday sun, it was hard to tell what was in there until a rustle of feathers began and shifting of clawed feet which only stilled as a voice rolled out of the dark.
"It's not often a visitor makes it here. Let alone a young god such as yourself."
"I'm in big trouble. I need to know where I could find someone powerful and willing enough to hold the world still."
More feathers clattering in the dark.
"You're lucky. I was granted a little information on you earlier though you probably won't like it. It still involves some guessing on your part."
"Anything is better than where I stand now."
"Life in front, Death behind, Hope to your left, Disaster to your right, Two hearts twined at centre Kindle to Fire to Ash to Stone"
James mind sparked as he had heard something similar so long ago. He knew where he needed to go next.
"Thank you." He exclaimed sprinting out the cave without a backwards glance.
"I'm not finished."
The voice sighed to the shadowy crows that still listened. He finished it for them in a quieter voice than the mystic tone he had used, as outside larger wings took to the sky once more.
" Beware first pickings. For the last grains produce the richest flour."
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 8, 2016 19:05:53 GMT
{World of Warcraft AU: Meeting with the Ravagers}Following the Blood elf she didn’t speak a word not even as they entered a nearby tavern, walking through it was filled with the known races Orcs, humans, Goblins, Gnomes and even both types of elves where all drinking, singing and playing Hearthstone, the Blood elf ignore the noise as she walked to the door to the kitchen and gave the bartender who was a similar looking creature to cow/bull cleaning a glass with a rag a quick nod, the bartender nodded back and looked down at Clueless as he walked past still holding the note and arrow, the blood elf took Clueless to the cellar where he was confronted by three other female figures one was an Orc with red hair her arms were folded so it was hard to see her gloves but by the quick glimpses you could see they were burned at the finger tips, she also had on her a sword and lantern looking item on her belt that hadn’t been used for battle, to one side of the Orc was a Bear creature very similar to a panda with white hair and holding a wand making snowflakes fall from it, on the other side of the Orc was undead creature that had lost most of her skin and muscle showing her bones, she was sat on top of the table dangling her feet off the edge and swinging them back and forth with a manic grin on her face.
the Blood elf walked to the centre of the room as the other except the Orc stood up to pay attention "good your all here" she said, the Orc rolled her eyes "is this why you dragged us away from battle for a Goblin?" the Orc said looking down at Clueless, the Blood elf let out a sigh "Trop that’s no way to speak to our guest" she said Clueless ears perked up as he looked confused that she wanted him there "whoa whoa whoa, listen here pointy I don’t know what you, bear, greenie and corpse over there want with me" Clueless said as he gestured him the others and then himself "but I.." before he could finish the Blood elf pulled out one of her swords and placed the tip of it on his nose and started to press it forward "you are one of the inventors for the last warcheif who went insane with power and made him those machines to stop us from getting to him?" the Blood elf said, Clueless removed the sword from his nose and stood up on a barrel behind him "hey pointy I’m not just one of the inventors I’m 'THE' inventor, if it wasn’t for all the alterations the other guy made you wouldn’t have gotten in" Clueless boasted as the barrel moved with his arm movements, a smile slowly creped its way on to the Blood elfs face "wonderful then you’re just the Goblin we need" she said putting her sword away, offering her hand for Clueless to shake she said "by the way the names Reaver not pointy Mr?" Clueless shook her hand in response "Clueless, Dr Clueless Goblin engineer, Alchemist and all-round chaos maker at your service" he said with a smile.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jul 8, 2016 19:46:31 GMT
{Gods AU: Broken Thrones - Prologue} The shadow ran across the green lands, they ducked and dove at every opportunity as they skipped and slipped through the trunks of wooden trees, hooves pounding against the grass and dirty ground , their breaths heavy upon the soft air which trickled forward through the morning air. The pale dawn light struck down on them, they were thankful for what little remnants of heat they could gather when in the sunlight, escaping from the shadows that were plagued by the branches and leaves above.
They glanced over their shoulder, still running on their furry legs, the horns that arched from their heads seemed to ache. They stopped, resting one tired hand upon a tree, an arrow quickly pierced it, blood spilling between their fingers as they screamed. Their eyes were filled with fear as they began to yank away from the tree, their hand trapped before they took their final glance at their hunter.
The next arrow pierced their eye.
Luke, 'God of the Hunt, Wolves, and Wild Things' opened his closed eye, lowering his bow as he glanced at the dead satyr, somewhat sympathetic as a centaur slowed down besides him, his large grey wolf doing the same. Both allies on either side of him as he stepped forward and plucked the arrows from the satyr, shaking the blood off. Luke was dressed in furs and leather, armour donning him as unlike most of the more human creatures of his time, he was dressed in boots, not sandals as he looked down with slight disgust at his work. The centaur marched forward.
“Come, we're not far now,” the centaur claimed as Luke nodded at him, placing the slightly bloodied arrow back into his quiver. The trio continued forward, knowing there were far worse enemies that lay in his lands.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 9, 2016 23:58:21 GMT
{World of Warcraft AU: The False War hero} Meanwhile across the battle for Cit-ah-Del the Alliance Lead by the head strong Jonathan Kramah where pushing forward and it looked like they were going to win "that’s it men keep pushing we'll drive these Trolls out yet!" he shouted with sword in hand from his battle tower overlooking the battle field, on the other side battling for the Horde an old Tauren by the name of Relicalf Libertas sits with his Troll comrade Jalawan Witt second leader of the Viper tribe were watching as the Alliance forces gained ground, "we can’t just sit here and watch our forces die mon, we have ta do someting" Jalawan said leaning over reading his bow ready to fire "there is nothing we can do, the Alliance will purge this land for their gain" Relicalf said sight at the inept defeat to come, Jonathan was through his telescope at the battle and then up at Relicalf "ha!, the old cow is giving up" he said as he closed the telescope enthusiastically, turning away to put it away the night elf stood near his chair still looking at the Tauren "I don’t understand, I’ve heard rumours about their kind that they would fight for the land to the bitter end" she said "oh don’t worry about it Mira-Jade it’s not going to last long now" Jonathan said as he sat on his chair in front of a table with a quill and paper in hand, as he started writing on it Mira-Jade turned to him and looked at the paper "you’re writing the letter to the king already, we’ve not even won yet!" she shouted, "well of course we have, have you seen it out their were chopping them down like we have one of the Gnomes Mini shredders" Jonathan said as he rolled up the message and gave it to one of the guards next to him to deliver.
Jalawan looked at the battlefield and saw that the Alliance troops were nearing there tower he started fire at them with arrows and hit most of them but it wasn’t enough to stop them all, looking over at Relicalf who was deep in thought almost like he was listening until Jalawan shouted "Relicalf we have to do someting now mon!", standing up he picked up his axe and said "I entrust you to carry out our warchiefs plan for this land, as the Earth mother said I am not longed for this world", Relicalf walked to the ledge of his tower and kicked down the fence "but that does not mean she will not aid me for this fight!" he shouted as he jumped down and landed between his men as they were surrounded by Alliance forces, lifting his hand it started to glow and suddenly spires shot out of the ground and impaled the Alliances forces around them, with and big grin on his face Jalawan rushed over to a battle horn and shouted "here be da last stand of Relicalf Libertas, For da Horde!" taking a breath he blew into the horn letting out a glorious noise heard throughout the battle field followed by a roar of cheers from the Horde forces, as the horn bellowed Mira-Jade and Jonathan looked up and saw that Relicalf and was starting to push back the Alliance "NO NO NO!" Jonathan shouted "we were so close" he continued as he slammed his fist on the table spilling the ink on it, "well so much for a victory" Mira-Jade said with a sly grin on her face "silence, I’ll show you and him as I draw his blood on my blade" Jonathan snapped as he grabbed his shield and sword and rushed down to the battle field.
getting on to the battle field he grabbed one of the guards "you come with me" he said as they ran through the field on dead Horde and Alliance forces on the ground, Relicalf summoned two mighty stone golems that’s started to pull great rocks from the ground and smashed them on to the Alliance, Jonathan started to charge at the Tauren with his lone solder with him but Relicalf saw him coming his blood began to boil and red marking began to appear over his body, opening his eyes they were blood shot and he began to charge to Jonathan as they got close to one another the weapons clashed, before saying a word the solder with Jonathan leaped forwards with a downward attack reacting quickly Relicalf made a earth shield that broke once the sword slammed into it, leaping back the three face one another as the rest of the Alliance forces gather around making an arena for them to fight, Relicalf threw down one of his totems with the remaining stones that he had and unhooked his mace with his free hand, the solder charged forward and slashed he sword but Relicalf deflected it with his mace making it almost hit Jonathan, Jonathan leaped back and shield slammed Relicalf who blocked it using his head and thrust his head upwards to throw off Jonathans balance, taking a chance Relicalf lifted up his axe and sent it down as hard as he could with a down ward strike but the solder came in and blocked it with his sword which collided with the floor creaking the ground, the creak started to spread out and the floor was hollow leading into a deep cavern, a shadow loomed over and looking up Jonathan leaped into the air and was ready to plunge the sword into Relicalfs head, Relicalfs vision started to go back to normal the Blood lust was wearing off he could think straight and the soldier regained his footing and was ready to strike forward to his chest, thinking fast he knew he wouldn’t win in this condition he quickly opened the earth below him sending all three of them down into the cavern below, as they fell Relicalf started to cast heath surge but his back slammed into the floor and blade pierced his heart not looking to see who it was he swung his axe chopping the head off his killer, another sound was heard of a sword stabbing stone next to him it was Jonathan he missed and Relicalf started to laugh "what are YOU laughing at?, you’ve lost you old bull" Jonathan said as he pulled out his sword from the ground "ha ha ha, I’m going to let you live with the fact that it was a unnamed solder that final finished me off, and not the Great.. Jonathan Kramah Broker of the Alliance" he said as he spat up blood, "I’ll show you ya.. ARGH!" before he could finish Relicalf with the last of his strength sent up a pillar of stone sending him out of the crater and back to the field.
landing face first on the floor he was greeted with a roar of cheers and applause from his troops, looking around he knew what they thought but his pride was too strong to tell the truth of what really happened down there, looking over at his tower Mira-Jade gave off a sad and disappointed look and turned away Jonathan started to make his way towards her but the troops started to shake his hand and congratulate him on his great victory, Jalawan looked down at the closing crater and gave off an angry glare "call da retreat" he said to Troll next to him "why mon, we could get them now as their celebrating" the Troll said "call it!, we are not done here, but we cannot win now" Jalawan said as he turned away, the Troll blew a horn and waved a flag as the remainder of Horde force turned and headed back to the hills
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Post by LHudson on Jul 10, 2016 19:03:44 GMT
{VCW: Reaver's Title Pursuit Part 01} "WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT VIRTUE!"
The fireworks cracked and signalled audience cheer. It was a Monday Night in the Heartania Grand, an audience of nearly one hundred thousand gathered to see their favourite performers on the card start the new year. It was a fresh start, and those in the audience believe it to be. There would be big changes, and hopefully a twist on what is happening tonight would develop the performers skills.
Music kicked, and the audience retaliated with a chorus of boos and cheers.
From behind the curtain came the president of Virtue Championship, The Booker, Mr. Kramer as some called him, the man who runs everyone had started his walk down the isle to the crowds reaction with a smug smile of satisfaction. He was in home country, and whether or not the civilians liked it wouldn't matter, he was here to stay.
He got into the squared-circle and took in the reaction some more. "Who's your boss Heartania??" he yelled, and nuclear heat followed. The crowd may have tolerated the man, but his attitude of self-importance wasn't clearly popular. The heat went on for another minute before he asked, "Did you miss me?" More boos followed, before the boss cleared his throat.
"It's a new day for VCW, a new era of opportunities, and a new age for champions to be crowned. But they can only do so under my watch! If they want the championships, then they will have to claw all over each other and beat them to the ground and earn it, because so long as I am here, I decide who gets the opportunities.
"So, we're going to start off with something simple, we have a women's title contenders match first, and after due consideration I've decided that the two women who will battle for the first spot, will be--"
Blaring music came on as the audience reacted with extreme cheers and extreme heat. Kramer turned towards the curtain and saw five women appear from backstage in an organised fashion. The Scottish Fire, Inferno, frizzled red hair in an outfit decorated with the many colours of fire, The Ice Queen, Snowflake, dressed in pure white, The Eastern Conquer, The Adamant Tyrant, dressed in combat gear and ready to go, Miss Electric, Joltz, dressed in yellow with her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Leading them all was someone Kramer felt intimidated by, and they had used that to their advantage. The Bringer of Destruction, Reaver, wearing only black with a shirt saying "Enter, Start a Riot, Leave." The Ravagers had arrived. The V shaped formation approached the squared circle but stopped short from entering it. Reaver had the microphone, and looked into Kramer's eyes.
"I'm sorry, you were saying? You were about to announce the contenders for a chance for the Women's Championship?"
Kramer continued looking at the frightening woman, before turning his attention back to the audience, awaiting the two of them to deliver a blow. "As I was saying, the contenders for the first spot are--"
"How about we just admit that we are unstoppable, that no other person in this building has even the possibility of beating me! Because in the end, I will stand on top of the pile of journeymen to be crowned the supreme ruler the these insects that come here every Monday!" The audience gave their disapproval. "If this is really a new era, then everyone gets the chance to get the title."
"Which is why tonight's match will be between Snowflake, and Starlass!" The crowd exploded. Starlass, the Lightbringer, had been popular with the crowd previously, but the woman was never able to reach the top of the card and gain the championship due to Reaver's tricks and techniques. "Because she and I agreed that it would be fair if you had a bit of a handicap."
Reaver's fury showed, but her attempts to enter the squared-circle were foiled by her teammates. Kramer had her in a chokehold, and she responded with "You can't just take me off the qualifier! I make this company."
"Which is why I am giving you a chance to gain the championship regardless." Kramer, gave out a crooked smile. "I'll give you one match, tonight, and if you are able to beat your opponent then I'll put you in the running for the belt, for I am a fair man, albeit one who wants to see you suffer. You said you can beat anyone right?"
Reaver calmed down, she wasn't in the ring but she was standing at the side of it, level with the Booker's eyes. "I'll squash anyone."
Kramer smiled. "Would the challenger please reveal themselves!"
The music started, and Reaver's eyes widened as she turned around to see the crowd exploding on the entrant. The Man in the Shadows, Hunter, walked out of the curtain to face the women and Mr Kramer. His glare threw daggers at Reaver, and the crowd were loving every second of it. He walked down the isle towards the ring, before he got inside the ring. The man wasn't a vengeful monster, he was pretty kind, but Reaver had a habit of rubbing the locker room the wrong way.
Kramer continued talking. "Tonight, you will face Hunter for a spot in the qualifiers, and if you beat him then you can continue your journey for the championship. And one other thing." His ego boosted. "It's going to be a No Holds Barred match..."
Reaver smiled, it mean't she could bring the Ravagers along with weapons without being disqualified.
"And if the rest of your group enter this arena outside of Snowflake's match, then don't expect to get a shot at the title." He looks at Hunter. "I think that sounds fair, best for business--"
Hunter grabbed the Booker's neck and slammed him into the ring, to the delight of everyone involved. He wanted a shot at Reaver, but Kramer had a habit of manipulating things in his favour, even if it was a positive outcome. He wanted the man to shut up, and tonight he's getting a chance of taking some shots at Reaver.
Reaver staggered back, and with the music repeating itself she and the Ravagers retreated backstage, while the glare of Hunter continued.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jul 11, 2016 18:18:34 GMT
{Gods AU: Broken Thrones - Chapter One: Fire and Smoke} The trees of the forests brushed with life against the spring air, the branches almost bent towards Luke in worship, yet halting as to not get in his way, it was something he had somewhat feared at first and still did, but he found an odd admiration for it. The centaur and his wolf continued to walk beside him, the hoof beats of the former pulsing throughout the forest, addled by the sounds of chirping birds and distant encounters. Satyrs frolicked through the lands, drunk on wine, centaurs hunted in the fields and hunters camped through the night. Wherever one may go, there was always something to see in Luke's lands. He wished he could pause for a few moments, to stop and watch them, as he had done countless times before. At times he would hide himself, and others he would join them, drinking and talking about gods, countless times had he encountered the same questions over and over, but he was at least glad that the people didn't try to harm him or rush in fear that they were his next hunt. In his time he had rewarded many and punished few, summoning wine or venison for parched satyrs and famished hunters. Yet his thoughts of campfires and cooked food were distracted by the matters at hand, something dark and deep was rooted within his very lands. Sensing a fear of dread, the centaur began the conversation.
“I'm sure you have heard news about He of the desert and the dragons,” spoke the centaur, and Luke continued walking, failing to show any reaction. He had heard the recent news, unfortunately not from the god himself but from the speech of satyrs. He was furious, and of course he doubted the other gods would pay him any mind nor give credence to his feelings, he understood what James did was wrong – and yet still he could not find it in himself to forgive their judgement. He was only somewhat thankful that they had decided not to execute him, for that he could at least hope the gods intended to keep him alive, if not for a little longer. Luke had hoped that he could leave his lands and aid James in his search for something to hold the earth still, but he had more pressing matters to attend to. “I understand the two of you had a close relationship, which is not uncommon for the gods I hear, but what is uncommon is that the two of you are cannot be like the humans, like husband and wife.” Luke shot a glare at the centaur.
“Don't you think there are more important things to deal with?” questioned Luke as he brushed bushes out of his way, the branches soon recognizing his presence and slowly moving out of his way. The centaur beside him was named Chiron, and it was only a few days ago did he seek Luke's help in a dangerous plot that was unfolding under his nose. It is why Luke had been travelling with him for several days, lands he could not simply find himself in through the flick of a finger, as according to Chiron, he would not be happy to see the result. It was then when Luke saw Chiron studying him, paying close attention.
“No, I do not,” Chiron revealed. “The earth itself has shaken and stirred, possibly doomed to extinction because of the vile actions of your ally, your lands are tainted, and yet you do nothing until I call for you.” Luke glared at Chrion. “It was you who said that you could handle yourselves, the centaurs who so desperately begged me for their rightful place in my lands. You said you could handle yourselves, and you couldn't. You should be thankful I'm helping you at all, I know some of the Gods would smite you for even asking for a part of their domain,” snapped Luke as he continued walking forward, faster, more uneven without the centaur besides him who failed to speed up.
“Oh, such a pity to be a God. A thousand mortals weep for your soul,” murmured Chiron, loudly enough so that Luke could hear him. It was at this point when Luke wanted to turn back and confront the beast, but something made him stop. An odd murmur in the distance drew him closer, Chiron besides him as the two gazed at the satyrs within a forest clearing. A centaur picked one of the shaking satyrs, the rest on their knees alongside some praying hunters. The centaur murmered something as an odd red glow shaped his body and transfused to the satyr in his hand, it was then, when the satyr disintegrated, their body falling apart as nothing more than bone and blood. Horrified at this, Luke already made a move to grip his bow, and yet he suddenly felt himself thrust into the open air, his body slamming into a tree away from Chiron and his wolf, both of whom attempted to move forward before fire sprung in front of them. The hunters and satyrs screamed in panic, as they attempted to run away, the fire stopping them as they looked in horror at the rogue centaur approaching Luke. Luke wasn't in pain yet he knew that the snapping sound behind him was his bow, a crack now cut through the arc as he quickly threw it into the flames. He got up, defenceless as he grabbed an arrow from his quiver, feeling his fingers wrap around it as he saw the centaur walk forward, yet he did not speak. Another voice sounded from the bushes, and the flames almost tore open when another figure made their way through the growing clouds of smoke.
“Hunter, it's so good to see you,” said the figure, and as the smoke parted, Luke looked with astonishment to see who was mounting the centaur. For on the horse's back, was his owns ister, Lilly with their sword in hand. “Though I don't think you'll be needed anytime soon.” And with that, the centaur rode forward, Lilly on their back and charging against him, sword in hand and as they neared Luke, the sword swept against him.
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 13, 2016 22:59:56 GMT
{Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 3}
James touched down in the middle of the golden highway displacing a mass of traffic. The streets were immaculately swept by devotees everyday as the highway was the road to the temples of the most popular gods of the day, where he stood at the crossroads he was facing the healers temples led by Hippocratia ahead while the halls of judgement he had left earlier that day prickled at his back. To the left was the creative gods, lots of little deities herded together by the tiny but creator that went by L and her many tooled fellow god Twelve who was said to be named after the number of wonders he could create at one time. To the right the many figures of war and discord tussled out their eternal struggles. At present the leading conflict was between Ares God of Honour and Bellona a Goddess of war over a sleight she had made on his ability to lead his followers, the clang of blades often left the sky rent with a storm in their direction.
In the centre stood a large golden crossroads pillar full of signs labelling what was in each direction for miles around even tiny prongs told of little villages far out near the great seas and desserts. It was both useful and pointless as it was highly unlikely the people would need to know the distance to such places. Though many claimed it had been so painstakingly made as a secret shrine to the God he wanted to call, that this was the closest their worshippers cold get as a monument as more obvious temples had a tendency to be destroyed in surprising ways. Lie the incident of he flood of frogs and salamanders.
Still the crossroads seemed to satisfy the Oracle's words which left Jame's with a feeling of elation that took away from the already much emptier hour glass. It was clear who he would need to call, he just had to remember the right words that his lover had told him long ago.
"I am blind to my fate, deafened by my fears and haunted by my past. Yet I raise my voice to you oh keeper of the crossroads." He intoned loudly the basic prayer that all offered to the Great figure of fate and change, then quietly added the words that only a couple of people would know.
"Kay please help, i'm a friend of Hunter."
The busy gleaming road seemed to fade away, the shouts of passersby in awe at seeing a God in the middle of the street became the blowing of the wind sweeping in a mist, with only the centre post retaining colour. On the top of the post a figure began to emerge, as fluid as the mist, their form seemed to shift from terror to terror as they looked down at James with round purple eyes. He shivered.
"So you're the new conquest that cheered up our old gloomy hero?" The figure laughed as they jumped down from their perch their form solidifying into a blonde male warrior taller than James but with a distinctly feminine voice.
"Well I wouldn't quite call me the conquest, more the other way around." James retorted trying to hide his surprise. He had only been told about Kay, missing out on meeting them by a span of decades when they had roamed the world in disguise before retreating as they had now to their own domain.
Kay grinned conspiratorially.
"So what do you want from me? No one ever calls down their fate unless they want to change it."
They sat down on the mist as it formed a wavery throne around them.
"I need to find a person strong enough to hold the earth or I will have to do so with a fury for company."
Kay nodded severely. "What do you have to offer me for this person?"
"Offer.. The promise of a favour." He scolded himself. It was common etiquette to bring offerings to any who you entered the domain of.
"For that price I can show you path." Kay whirled their hand creating an ornate archway decked out with swords, shields and other gladiatorial regalia. "You may need to return. Not all prices lead to the path you may want."
James smiled as he walked through, he doubted Kay's words. This would lead to the person he needed he was sure of that. As he landed in this new location sunlight blinded him, which allowed for a trident to fly straight for his unprotected neck.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jul 14, 2016 22:17:28 GMT
{Gods AU: Broken Thrones - Chapter Two: Blood To Our End} Luke was shocked to see his sister placed against him, and willingly too or so it seemed. The fire washed the trees and bushes, scrubbing through the grass underneath in the clearing which was now painted black and riddled with ash. Lilly's hair whipped in the wind at the neigh of the centaur whose hooves rose so high they almost brushed the branches of the quivering trees. Luke jumped at once, pushing himself out of the way as the hooves attempted to crush his body, that was before he saw the sword coming towards him. He fell back, feeling the hot grass burn his hands as a deep cut engraved itself in his cheek, the ichor now pouring out the gash.
It was then, he witnessed dark creatures pour out of the flames like bloody orifices ejected out of the dying bodies of maidens. Luke saw them at once, their limbs had no hands like they had been cut off and instead replaced with sharp edges, similar to that of the sword, but only bloodied in contrast to their pale humanoid flesh that was devoid of skin. They had no faces, only blood dripping from a line that could be interpreted as the opening for a mouth to breathe and feast, they were hunched over, four feet tall at best with limb like legs and talons for feet. Some were different, some were shorter with nails that reached the floor and explored the grass as if they were explorers of untouched lands, others were larger and taller, standing on bold legs with clawed fingers and pincers, the same black rot feasting upon their flesh as it did with the others, only their flesh was spiked from head to toe. The shadowy demons greeted Luke as they came out of the flames to stand or crawl besides his sister, and even with no eyes, Luke could feel their stares pierce upon his skin. In one moment, they switched from the idle movement of statues to the quick heartbeat of a horse as they mewled with bloody faces and burnt flesh and rushed toward him. Luke's vision was blocked by that of brown fur and long legs as he looked up to see Chiron facing the monsters, a bow in his hand with three arrows in the string that were quickly fired to make their mark against the rotting monsters.
“Get on!” roared Chiron as he quickly extended his hand to help Luke up, and just as one of the creatures tore out part of Chiron's hide much to Luke's concern, Chiron was racing off. Luke looked back as he saw his own grey wolf riding alongside them, the monsters like the shadows of a setting sun was quickly devouring the light of the lands and trees behind them in their pace. After a few moments, Luke felt the bow placed in his hand by the centaur and he reached for his own quiver, trying his best to hold on to Chiron who was rushing through the trees and even knocking some down as he carried on through the wild lands. Luke shot the first arrow, as it soared through the air and found itself in the mouth of one of the monsters, even with death itself clutching at him, it was somewhat satisfying to see one of them fall and trip over others. His grey wolf was starting to fall back and Luke almost felt the need to reach out for it, as if he could carry the large animal in his own hands to whatever safety Chiron was hopefully leading them towards. He tried everything in his godly power, yet it seemed for a God he lacked any godly will as nothing seemed to work in the rush of things.
And so he watched his loyal beast, fall behind and be devoured by darkness itself, its cries and howls for mercy falling upon deaf ears that were moreso concerned with the sharp cries of the monsters that followed them, its body quite literally ripped limb from limb, and for the first time, in a long while, Luke felt a semblance of grief strike him once again; Chiron still rode on, faster than ever. Even throughout the moments that ticked by, the shadowy creatures clearly had a bloodlust that could not be tamed as they carried on, clutching and tearing down the trees and bushes in their wake, fire following their every step. Luke could feel the wind rushing through him as he grabbed another arrow, aiming once more as one of the monsters dared to leap from their chase and grab at the hide of the Chiron, only being stopped as his arrow plucked the pincer off their hand and tear their screams from their black lips. Luke returned his gaze forward and in that moment, with only moments of comprehension, he watched as Chiron jumped from the cliffside and hurtle towards the low valley hanging underneath. It was only when Luke felt the hooves clash to the ground of a lower cliffside that his he could feel his heart pumping again, as the multitude of shadowy creatures began to pour down from the other cliff creating a waterfall of blood and broken bodies, and with it Luke could see his sister gazing down at him before she disappeared behind the shadows of leaves and branches as Chiron rode on.
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Post by Jaminx on Jul 15, 2016 21:57:16 GMT
{Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 4}
James was knocked to one side staggering into a defensive stance as a tall armoured figure took the blow for him. With a push of his shield he smashed forward knocking his opponent down and unconscious in one swift move. He was a tall grizzled figure with a criss-cross of scars across his face and a shock of matted coal black hair. If it wasn't for his black and orange shield he would have been claimed as a classic hero from the old tales of mountain men who challenged the gods themselves.
Glancing around he realised he was in a coliseum lined with spectators and here he was in the centre. He could kick Kay for their positioning.
"Get off the field now." The shaggy giant rumbled as he got right up into James personal space. "This is no place for boys."
James summoned flame onto his skin out of irritation. Today was a long aggravating mess, he wished he could be back in a green glade with a campfire burning and a certain someone at his side. This sandy arena was not where he wanted to be and he was taking no shit anymore.
"How about for Gods?" He replied sweetly as the giant jumped back in surprise.
A small figure ran forward kneeling before him from the stands.
"Oh great Lord of Fire we did not realise you wished to attend our humble event. Why we are only looking for the strongest man in the world. Will you not follow me to get a better view?" They piped up from the floor.
James paused as he caught the words and a small smile appeared to replace his frown. Maybe he would only kick Kay lightly.
"I have heard great things about your event. I have come to bestow a great prize upon the victor." He boomed to the crowd which cheered greatly. He followed the man to a prime box and watched intently as the competition continued with round upon round of brutal single combat. Each pairing became tougher and more deadly till only the giant with the shield was the only man left standing. He was loudly proclaimed the strongest man in the world and exactly what James needed.
"Come on then! Give me your damn prize." The Giant growled covered in the blood from fresh scars.
James smirked as he gave his special prize to the victor by calling down his dragon to the crowds surprise.The dragon bore the shouting man swiftly up and across the countryside.They arrived quickly at the grand court, flying through the massive doors and halls before dumping him heavily down in front of the council of justice.
"I have found you a replacement." He crowed victoriously. "He has just been crowned the strongest man in the world."
"We will judge if he is right." The Starry lady replied firmly, her words ushering him into silence.
The Justices eyed the man as he rallied insults upon them, until Argent upon his throne waved a hand with a sigh and a shake of his head. His shouts turned to growls as the man morphed into a large black wolf with orange claws and covered in scars.
"He won't do." The Crimson figure laughed poking at the irate wolf that tried to bite his hand with a nasty growl.
"Strong enough but the temperament is all wrong. We want the earth to stop rumbling not to rumble in larger waves. Something cooler is needed. Now hurry your hour glass is almost half spent."
James walked out downcast. He wanted to yell and rail at the unfairness but kept his tongue for now. He would have to return to Kay and he was grimly possessed of the need not empty handed this time.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 27, 2016 22:51:59 GMT
{World of Warcraft AU: Grim fates ahead} In the old Guardian Tower in Duskwood the current Guardian Alfus Argent an older gentleman with slightly graying hair and a beard that was also graying in certain areas and his young apprentice Alar a blue humanoid creature with curled horns, dark hair and bright green eyes were searching in the top of the tower, as the sun shone through the clouds and holes of the tower on top of the many books that were scattered along the floor "Alfus what are we looking for?" Alar said picking up one of the books and blowing the dust away, Alfus let go of his staff and it floated near him as his eyes glowed along with his hands as the books in front of him started to float up and spin around him "something to prepare us" he said as moved the books in front of him to see if he could find what he was looking for, putting the book down and walking closer to Alfus Alar asked "prepare us for what?" Alfus let out a sigh as the books dropped to the floor "sigh there is an old enemy that i fear will make a return" he said as his staff flew back into his hand, "its not here.. we might have to try upstairs" Alfus said as he looked up at the ceiling, Alar gave a look of worry after just hearing news of this new threat to the world just as she was about to say something there was the sound of wings flapping and man shouting "Guardian! I have a message from the King", Alfus looked where the sound was coming from and back to Alar and gave her a nod, Alfus took the lead and vanished as lights appeared around him Alar started to do the same and said "Tor oche, Omos, Efta, Ochtethi" Actual or possible translation it is not, like, that, never, and vanished in similar lights as Alfus, as Alar reappeared she found her self at the stair case and heard farther up "thank you messenger" from Alfus who took the message from the man riding the gryphon, getting to the top of the stairs Alar found Alfus at the disused gryphon coop with cold nest and few feather blowing in the wind, "whats the message?" Alar asked as she approached Alfus didn't read the message aloud but it said 'Dear Guardian Lord Jonathan Kramah has taken another horde threat and is one step closer to driving them out of Azeroth all together', closing the message and turning to Alar he smiled and said "its nothing to be concerned of and i see we need to practice your teleport spell" Alar blushed a little as she hadnt been here before "now lets get back down there and keep looking, Azeroth depends on us" Alfus said as he watched Alar use her teleport spell to return to the library where they came from.
Mean while back at the Tavern cellar Clueless shouted "YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!" Reaver ran over and covered his mouth "shh keep it down do you want to get us all killed?" she said quietly, she let go of his mouth and took a step back "alright sorry" Clueless said as he brushed him self off "so let me get this straight, you want me to walk Stormwind the...Biggest Alliance city there is, and break out some guy" he continued flabbergasted at the idea, "well yeah, can you do it?" Reaver said "oh yeah i can do it, but why don't you do it? you look more human than me" Clueless said pointing at Reaver "i could but Ive made such an impression that they'll probably see me coming a mile away" Reaver replied, Clueless thought for a moment "hmm well if i do go and show my glorious mug in there it sure isn't going to look this pretty when or if i come back out" Clueless said, the Orc rolled her eyes at Clueless statement and was little amused "but couldn't you use your inventions?" the Pandaren said shyly Reaver turned to her "good idea Xue, you do have inventions for this kinda stuff don't you?" Reaver said turning back to Clueless "yeah i could probably cook something up" Clueless said, "Great now we just need away to get you there.." Reaver said turning to away and thinking "oh i already got that covered don't you worry about that" Clueless said nonchalantly, Reaver turned suddenly to look at him "you what?" she said confused "yeah I got a portal machine to the forest outside, Im not waiting inline to get to the Darkmoon faire on the Horde side" Clueless said Reaver shook her head "ok so you can get there good, come back here tomorrow and we can get this thing going alright" Reaver said smiling away "sure yeah, whats the worst thing that could happen" Clueless said pulling out his hearthstone and activating it.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jul 28, 2016 4:35:57 GMT
{GODS AU: Crown Of Glass (P.1)} "Why do you fight?"
The rough-faced man pushed open the wrought iron gate, the ancient hinges screaming as it swung open. Mist circled, disturbed by the motion, and the wind carried the stench of bad omen. The warrior's gloved right hand pulled away from the gate, curling into a fist as he stared down at it.
"Because I deserve to win."
"Wrong."
He looked up, squinting to make out the shapes of trees through the thick fog. This was the Hidden Bog, a dismal blemish on the world, notorious for being inhabited by the foul and the ugly. And yet every adventurer aimed to brave its murky labyrinth-like swamps. The reward for doing so was far too great. The man's hand fell to his sword pommel, hung at his waist.
"Because war is my destiny."
"There is no such thing. Try again."
He stepped forward, crossing the threshhold of the gate's arch. As he left the swamp, the mist cleared from eyes as if by magic. With the thick fog gone, the man could now behold the place he had stepped into. The woods beyond the Hidden Bog, a place few mortal men had ever witnessed. Ahead of his feet, marble steps wound upward, climbing the steep hill, weaving between trees until they left his view in the distance.
"Because life is a fight. Stop fighting is to stop living."
"Good. You may go."
Sunlight peeked through the thick forest canopy, glistening of the man's burnished gold chestplate and setting a soft orange glow on the leaf litter coating the ground. This was the God's Climb, the thousand steps that ended in the gates of the Realm of Kings. Ares Warbander, demigod son of the Whispering God and the Dragon Queen, wielder of the King's Steel and conqueror of the Great Wastes, had found his path home. And he was ready to claim his birthright.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 26, 2016 19:26:00 GMT
{Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 5 }
James had made a small detour to the great craftsmen on the golden road. A whisper had spread until he found what he was looking for. An intricate statue of two lovers entwined in a loving embrace carved from a ruby that seemed to pulse in the light. It was his small offering that he laid at the crossroads in the same position as before, reciting the same words with a tinge of anger this time. The sand on his arm was still falling.
"Did you miss me?" A voice whispered in his ear from behind as he realised that the fog was not just a part of grim thoughts but was all around once more.
A slim elfin figure bent down in front of him picking up the ruby offering.
"Ah I see you've brought something more solid than words this time and judging by the sour face you would like a new path." Kay tilted their head with big round violet eyes that gleamed in the dark.
"It wasn't right." It came out half growled though at this point he had calmed down as much as he could.
"You were warned. Now to the next door." They sighed rolling their eyes before fading away to be replaced by a door engraved with snowflakes made of daggers and claws.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Sept 27, 2016 23:40:20 GMT
{World of Warcraft AU: An old foe returns} Meanwhile back at the old Guardian Tower Aflus and Alar where still searching for something to aid them, Alfus started to levitate books and flick through them as Alar pick books up from the shelf, they continued searching until Alar heard something coming from a pile of books on floor next to her almost like whispering, moving some of the books to hear where it was coming from she found a book that had a strange symbol on it and seemed to glow some what as she opened the book a strange blue mist lead her somewhere, turning to Alfus he was busy still looking through the books Alar turned back to the trail and started to follow, Alar knew about magic but this was something she had never seen before wanting to learn more she followed it to a set of stairs that lead to the upper floor but had a single book on a pedestal in front of a intact stain glass window that showed a picture of old guardian, going up the stairs and getting closer to the book the mist swirled around next to her and made a form of a Vision of the old Guardian "greetings my child, this is what you have been searching for" it said.
Looking over at the old Guardian and back at the book she asked "What is it?" as he face reflected in the Guardian symbol on the book, "This book will give you the power to overcome and enemy in your wake" the vision of the old Guardian said as it came into view in the symbol that Alar was looking at, "All you must do is Read from it" the vision continued as Alar started to reach out to it "But what of Alfus, can he not teach me?" Alar asked as he hand started to move back to her away from the book "his time has passed, its time for a new supreme power to save this world" the vision said, Alar started to reach out to the book again but this time almost touching it the Vision of the old Guardian's eyes started to glow green and a grin started to appear on its face as she was about to touch it, "Alar Stop!!" Alfus shouted causing Alar to quickly draw back her hand and turn around to look at Alfus, he started to walk up the stairs "Brother, you have returned to claim the power you so rightfully deserve" the vision said.
"My brother died a long time ago, none hold the right to claim the power he held" Alfus said as he was half way up the stairs, Alar started to back away she had never seen or heard the tone Alfus had used and began to become scared of what will happen, "but you need this power to face the threat of whats to come" the vision said as it moved behind the pedestal and put its hands around the book "Rhys died cause of that power, that you bestowed on him" Alfus said reaching the top of the stairs, the vision expiration changed to one of shock "isn't that right Maleficus?" Alfus said with and angered look upon his face, the vision started to glow green and started to change "You will need this power Guardian, none will stand once the burning legion arrives!" it shouted as it turned into a strange demon and was ready to attack, Alfus eyes started to glow blue and he turned and pointed his staff towards the Demon "NO!, Azeroth will live!, Fara'thun!" he shouted as a huge blast of energy came out of the end of his staff and shot the Demon out the stain glass window and destroyed the book it was stood near, after the dust cleared Alfus quickly ran over to Alar "Alar are you alright?" he said Alar stood up and dusted her self off "I.. I am fine, but what does this mean Alfus?" she asked as Alfus lent out his arm for her to hold on to "It means the Legion is returning, and where going to have to fight back once again" Alfus said as he looked out the hole he just made.
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 11, 2018 15:38:53 GMT
{Gods AU: The Greatest Sin Part 6}
It was cold. Too cold as far as the fire blooded James was concerned. Icicles traced the crags on the black stone walls. It was gloomy too, the only light cast a green glow. It wasn’t an inviting light, but it was his only guide as he decided sitting in the dark waiting for his hourglass to run out was a worse choice.
He stepped through passage after passage winding through what he assumed must be a mountain till he came to a wide opening and almost yelled with surprise. He knew where he was looking down into a sleeping hall of only the most effective killers in the world. The Hall of Shade Assassins. The resting place of those who had mastered the art of killing. He was confused about why he had been sent here. There was no one living here. Just the resting dead waiting for a mission as their dead bodies were kept frozen in time by the cold. A dead man could not be the core, it would leave the whole world dead.
That was when he saw a breath upon the still air other than his own. On a chair sat a white fleshed young woman her eyes closed, resting but not like those around her. To live out here among the dead you would have to be strong, have to be patient. This could be the right one after all.
He clambered down the steps trying not to disturb the dead he passed between. He hesitated as he reached a hand towards her. She looked like a sculpture sized doll. Delicate and pale with long hair curling across her like a blanket way past her waist. The hesitation was unwise as one of the slender hands wrapped so tightly around his wrist he was unsure he even had a hand anymore.
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
James swallowed as he met two Blue pools as deep and terrifying as the ocean.
“Because I believe you could become the most important person in the world."
“A good start.” She smiled.
“I’ll give you three chances to persuade me.”
“The core is dead and only the strongest in the world could possibly bear the burden. I believe you to be the strong person that is needed.”
“Boring. Sell it. Only two more now.”
He swore that the others in the room began to stir.
“It is a position that is respected by all. You would be lauded as the Queen of the world. The greatest, even grander than the old gods.”
“Prestige is nice but so intangible… One more.”
He could definitely hear them whispering now. It was like so many tiny daggers scratching across the ice.
“With this prestige comes gifts. As you are worshipped by all they will poor everything you wish upon you. You will not hunger, nor want for precious metals or concubines. Anything to keep you pleased will be done.”
“Ah… Now that’s more like it.”
She smiled her wide smile again dropping his hand and standing up instantly silencing the restless dead.
“Where do we go for these riches?”
“The court of Justices though I do not know the way from inside here…”
“A poor guide you are. Follow me. We have our own routes.”
She took him to a hall of doors not unlike those Kay had offered up to him. This must be how they reached their targets with such ease. Not something he wished to dwell on as he followed he through the first door.
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Following the doors, the cold woman led James through he was relieved to be back in the warmth as he stood before the council once more.
"I have found you a replacement." James offered firmly. "She has the temperament of a glacier and the strength to withstand an ice age."
"We will judge if she is right." The Starry lady replied once more.
The Justices eyed the man as she watched them just as steadily with those cold blue eyes, until Argent upon his throne waved a hand with a sigh and a shake of his head. She finally lunged forward then her hands now the claws of a snow leopard, her blue eyes still as piercing now seemed even more deadly.
"She won't do." The Crimson figure spoke sadly cajoling the cat to his side. She bit him but he bore it eliciting a purr as he ruffled her fur.
"Strong enough again but too cruel. She would not cause earthquakes but an ice age, for she does not care for this world. Not just calm but kind. That is what we need. Your time is slim, soon it will be your turn."
James managed not to cry with rage, but it was close to. They kept adding conditions. Why could they not have been direct with their demands.
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