And thus is was with quick and furious justice the Red army began to cleanse the ruined wastelands of old Babylon. The wicked slaver Kazier fell to the blade of the Red Paladin and his forces destroyed in a day. Angels filled the sky the wind carrying the sound of their trumpets. "Salvation has come, deliverance at last. No longer in pain and suffering must you live, no longer as strangers on earth need you Roam. Good tidings are sounding to you and each nation. Shortly the hour of redemption will come."
The divine holy power of the Saint has healed the ground so crops may begin to grow.
The divine fury of the Paladin has eliminated the corrupt of heart creating a paradise now worthy of those who are worthy of it.
And thus we see the perfection of the Saints judgement.
And it came to pass that Babylon was renamed Millenia, for justice shall reign here for thousands of years.
With deliverance gained and granted the Red Saint and Army left Millenia to return to the front lines of their battle with the Accursed One Wing Angel.
And thus it was the Red Paladin, Slayer of Gods, Divine Tempest Lady Elaine Silvermoon came to rule and protect the struggling virgin land and charged with the duty to eliminate all unjustice from its neighboring Summeria.
It was there she encountered the honorless and heathen. Those who dare in force to oppose the Saint and slay his angels. They shall find as all do, that opposing justice is foolish. Resistance is FUTILE.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Wraith of Raven
Humility. That is what they said she needed. She was told that she hated herself and what she needed was humility. It made as much sense as all this other Shogun dribble and nonsense. They forced her into the padawan and apprentice training, just to humiliate her. She was the most powerful Sith on the planet and was forced to take instruction from idiots who had no idea the true purpose of the force or how to use it.
The days were just a total waste of time. She would move from a meditation room, to a practice yard (where no one even fought) to a library to study, listen to a lecture about how she should mind control the younglings, more meditation. These fools actually thought the force could speak to you and guide you-- as if a sword could guide its wielder. She just did her best to endure to the night. Then it was gambling with the Padawans and bedding her choice of apprentices. Celibate. The though made her laugh. These young men here were just starved is all, passion could rush out of them like a bursting dam.
It was just a matter of time before it all got out and she would be lectured again. Lectured by some Shogun fool who knows nothing. So she started taking precautions and wiping the minds of her conquests. She was sure her teleporting was unnoticed, though she used it sparingly only to go to the caravan for moon sugar. Some of the Padwans absolutely loved it. Too bad they made no money here, it would be a good market.
"Focus Raven. Your mind wonders you can not hear the whispers." Master whats his face said. Raven knew she should let her mind wonder during training, but it was hard to take the master serious after the position he was in last night...to bad he won't remember. He made a quick soft strike with the practice saber to her left shoulder. "You're distracted. Let go of your passion that drives you to be erattic in your thoughts find a calmness that comes through discipline and devotion."
This little pansy had the nerve to lecture her how to fight. He honestly thought he was giving constructive critisim. The condesending tone of his voice was enough to set her on fire. However, she took a measured breath and posed herself. Block block block. The master was concentrating hard, she could tell by the look on his face--she remembered from last night. All passion and no idea what he was doing. "Are you afraid of me?" She asked him. He responded, "Fear is a choice, and I chose not to fear you. As I hope you chose not to fear me." Smug idiot. "You need to adjust your form its sloppy." That was it, form sloppy. she had been so much nicer to him.
She kicked him square in the chest causing him to lose his balance. In the same motion used the force to draw his lightsaber from his belt into her hands. He landed flat on his back as the other shogun closed in afraid of her. She left loose a concussion wave of force energy knocking them back. A few held their ground through the blast so Raven funneled the lightsabers PSP into a torrent of Lightning 2 of the shogun blocked it another three rolled on the ground in pain.
As they advanced she did a back flip up over the line of training padawans placing them between her and the shogun. I'll train them. I'll show them what power is. Then she used telekensis to pick up one of the children and throw it at the approaching master. The master was so surprised he was struck and spent his energy craddeling the child. She kicked another apprentice in the neck as he tried to sneak up on her knocking him out. She then touched his mind and began using him as a reserve of PSP.
They tried to force push her but she redirected it causing the younglings around to take the brunt of it forcing them to fly off in and be smashed into the ground. "Come show me how superior your philosophy is. It looks like all weakness to me." She redirected another force push into a nearby temple wall causing it to buckle. Two masters held it up while the trainees fled. She rolled into a group of trees to hide a dropped a hallucination capsule.
Within moments the yard was in total panic. Shogun young and old were swinging wildly and screaming. A few of the council members had come in now responding to the chaos and they were calm. They must have found a way to focus through it. She jumped down darted across the field and picked up her failed instructor. Holding his own lightsaber to his throat she called out to the Council members, "Not a step closer or he dies."
They held there ground, "Raven, what is all this anger and aggression, you must chose a higher path. There is nothing to come of this. Please stand down, let us meditate together."
She could tell the gas was wearing off as the crowd was now paying attention. "You see everyone, all they have now is words. In your own fortress I bested your whole order, and all they have is words. Why? simply because I had the will to do what needed to be done. I am Raven Carmen Esmerelda, not some mere child or puppet." She kicked the master down and tossed him his lightsaber then walked purposefully and slowly to the council members. There would indeed be another lecture in her future but as she was walking away she could hear several groups of the students cheering for her. Maybe this place won't be so bad.
The days were just a total waste of time. She would move from a meditation room, to a practice yard (where no one even fought) to a library to study, listen to a lecture about how she should mind control the younglings, more meditation. These fools actually thought the force could speak to you and guide you-- as if a sword could guide its wielder. She just did her best to endure to the night. Then it was gambling with the Padawans and bedding her choice of apprentices. Celibate. The though made her laugh. These young men here were just starved is all, passion could rush out of them like a bursting dam.
It was just a matter of time before it all got out and she would be lectured again. Lectured by some Shogun fool who knows nothing. So she started taking precautions and wiping the minds of her conquests. She was sure her teleporting was unnoticed, though she used it sparingly only to go to the caravan for moon sugar. Some of the Padwans absolutely loved it. Too bad they made no money here, it would be a good market.
"Focus Raven. Your mind wonders you can not hear the whispers." Master whats his face said. Raven knew she should let her mind wonder during training, but it was hard to take the master serious after the position he was in last night...to bad he won't remember. He made a quick soft strike with the practice saber to her left shoulder. "You're distracted. Let go of your passion that drives you to be erattic in your thoughts find a calmness that comes through discipline and devotion."
This little pansy had the nerve to lecture her how to fight. He honestly thought he was giving constructive critisim. The condesending tone of his voice was enough to set her on fire. However, she took a measured breath and posed herself. Block block block. The master was concentrating hard, she could tell by the look on his face--she remembered from last night. All passion and no idea what he was doing. "Are you afraid of me?" She asked him. He responded, "Fear is a choice, and I chose not to fear you. As I hope you chose not to fear me." Smug idiot. "You need to adjust your form its sloppy." That was it, form sloppy. she had been so much nicer to him.
She kicked him square in the chest causing him to lose his balance. In the same motion used the force to draw his lightsaber from his belt into her hands. He landed flat on his back as the other shogun closed in afraid of her. She left loose a concussion wave of force energy knocking them back. A few held their ground through the blast so Raven funneled the lightsabers PSP into a torrent of Lightning 2 of the shogun blocked it another three rolled on the ground in pain.
As they advanced she did a back flip up over the line of training padawans placing them between her and the shogun. I'll train them. I'll show them what power is. Then she used telekensis to pick up one of the children and throw it at the approaching master. The master was so surprised he was struck and spent his energy craddeling the child. She kicked another apprentice in the neck as he tried to sneak up on her knocking him out. She then touched his mind and began using him as a reserve of PSP.
They tried to force push her but she redirected it causing the younglings around to take the brunt of it forcing them to fly off in and be smashed into the ground. "Come show me how superior your philosophy is. It looks like all weakness to me." She redirected another force push into a nearby temple wall causing it to buckle. Two masters held it up while the trainees fled. She rolled into a group of trees to hide a dropped a hallucination capsule.
Within moments the yard was in total panic. Shogun young and old were swinging wildly and screaming. A few of the council members had come in now responding to the chaos and they were calm. They must have found a way to focus through it. She jumped down darted across the field and picked up her failed instructor. Holding his own lightsaber to his throat she called out to the Council members, "Not a step closer or he dies."
They held there ground, "Raven, what is all this anger and aggression, you must chose a higher path. There is nothing to come of this. Please stand down, let us meditate together."
She could tell the gas was wearing off as the crowd was now paying attention. "You see everyone, all they have now is words. In your own fortress I bested your whole order, and all they have is words. Why? simply because I had the will to do what needed to be done. I am Raven Carmen Esmerelda, not some mere child or puppet." She kicked the master down and tossed him his lightsaber then walked purposefully and slowly to the council members. There would indeed be another lecture in her future but as she was walking away she could hear several groups of the students cheering for her. Maybe this place won't be so bad.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Raven and Dante (Player Post Jordan)
In the aftermath
of his wive's kidnapping by Raven, Dante searched for her. He even offered a prize of 30,000 gold
to a group of people to bring her home to him.
It was a terrible shock to him after they had returned with the body of Illyenna and to Dante’s greater shock it was not the Illyena that he thought it
was. As he looked at the life form now
dead it recognized it as a doppelganger. Then Dante gets a note from his Den contacts saying Illyenna had been rescued and was now
safely back at her palace resting from the trauma. Dante hearing this was more
confused than before.
The adventures that had returned the body brought a message from Raven
saying that she would be waiting for him at the cave if he wanted to know what
it was all about.
Determined to find
answers Dante went. It was there that Dante discovered a horrible
truth………… a hurt that hit him straight
to his heart and soul. Raven told him that the doppelganger broke under her torture and confessed the Den had placed her to imitate Illyena for years, and that they were using her to control Enron and Dante.
Raven said to him, "Does this make you angry does this make
you feel betrayed Great Dragon King?You!! Who so valiantly follow and serve
the gods. You who repented and defeated Ishmail and Kahn in the underworld
stabbed in the back by your own allies. Allies named Geneva who claim to be the great source of light and hope in the world. Your love was a lie, your friendship with Geneva is a lie, all because innocence is the greatest lie of all."
Dante came armed to the teeth. He brought two magic swords
in case he lost one. He had stone skin cast on him protection from evil and even
protection from lightening. All this and Dante felt an anger he had not felt in year. Not since he faced off against Percefoney in his base in the gray Havens
when he was a major in the Genevan army.
Raven then said "I suppose the creature honestly loved you. It
did scream out for you while I tortured her. But you now know that the image you have of
Geneva is nothing more than a fabricated lie. Behind every Galan thers is a Filch and there is a Doppelganger ready to give the appearance of good so that a wonder like you can serve them for their own purposes. I have to admit though it felt really
good though to inflict the same pain on her as you did my lover."
Dante's anger boiled inside of him. There was only hate not in his heart.
"Good. I can feel you Hatred." She used the force to move the sword in his scabbard, "You want this don't you. I am unarmed, strike me down with all of your hatred. And your journey to the Darkside will be complete. Now give into
the Dark Side and serve me."
Dante feeling the temptations of the Dark side and feeling
not only anger and hatred but also loss and love.
Dante responds, "I am surprised
that you can even feel fake love Raven. You’re a horrible monstrosity just to
look at Raven and as much as I would love to gut your soulless carcass. I would
much rather you suffer by living. You will never know real love or even real
friendship. Or even forgiveness …… It is
better to die with Honor than to live without and I hope that you live a good
long time without it you pathetic creature. My anger for you is rivaled only by the fact of how much I really do pity you now.
Dante Teleports away, with the magic energy moving him he sees, just at the last moment, one single tear rip across Raven's face...
I'm a soul man
Raquel stood at the doorway taking one last minute to rethink his decision. He had already made incredible efforts to be allowed into the city. The Frenchman must have helped to make it even possible. Perhaps he wanted the soul of Apockalips so much he would do anything for it, or perhaps he just wanted the pride of bringing Raquel to him -- Maybe both. That bothered him... deeply. If the Merovingian wanted this meeting so bad, it could not be a good outcome.
Just before he turned to leave he remembered what brought him here. Not desperation, but obedience. Obedience to the gods he had sworn to serve. He had always deferred to their wisdom even with others might think it would cost him. If Logar wanted this exchange he would make it happen, because once he started doubting his trust in the gods the rest of his life had no meaning.
The bar was full of rancid wretched creatures all of which deserved to die. But that was not his mission, so he reluctantly stepped on.
"I must say, of all the desperate souls to come through that door looking for me, I never expected you. A toast, to unexpected pleasures." The Merv raised a drinking glass filled with some light green liquid to toast.
If the Keeper has come in here and made negotiations, so can I. Find the courage. "I have no need to make any deal just make a delivery." He placed the small chest on the table. "Apockolips, is yours as Logar commands."
The Merv smiles, "Very pleasant indeed. Well since I guess we shall never be friends then its on to business I suppose. You aren't here for a trade but that is what you will get. The deal has already been struck." He motions and an Albino man from the back steps forward with a velvet sack. "Zyrs horocrux. You will find similar black spheres in his scales. Target and destroy all of them and the Vegeta is defeated. That simple. Congratulations, you've made a great deal."
"This is a very valuable prize, you don't take deals that don't profit you. What are you up to? What you could do with this leveraging Zyr or protecting him to a mind like yours there is end to what you could do with this."
"Do you want to know the Why my Lord? of course you do, because it is that which grants true power, it is that which separates those with power with those who have none. I know the why, you do not, therefore I have the power and you do not. I can give you the why but such a valuable thing is not to given for free. So now you want to withdraw from this deal, you want to retreat but you can't, because of who you are, because of the 'why' that brings you here. You must obey, you like the rest only do what you must."
Raquel was not here to argue or negotiate with the foul creature, he had executed the god's will, negotiating anything more than that left the realm of trusting the gods and entered that of depending on his own wisdom. He stood and left.
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With Raquel gone the Merv sipped his drink. A touch salty but it ensured he drank it slow. With the soul of Apocalypse, an artificially created soul designed to interface with and control the other golems he could control them all. That was just the beginning harnessing that knowledge would allow him to quickly and effectively mass produce souls for his followers employees, and trading partners. He would no longer need to grant wishes or deals for souls he would just make them. A lord, a demon, even a god's power was measured by how many souls they influenced...Dragon, Zyr even Logar would be small game now. With the ability to build and alter souls even the gods would line up to deal at his table.
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5 years earlier.
"The great Spear of Pain, Master Dark Paladin of Gosher the Gosharian Khan. I see all is in order." The Merovingian gloated as he counted the 12 rubies Khan laid out before him. "If anyone could capture the 12 Seriphim of the Red Saint it would be you."
Khan spoke in a small even tone, "And your part of the agreement."
"Of course, here is your certificate, redeemable at any time for one soul in my possession. 12 for 1, not the profit I would expect from a master strategist like yourself. But the prize is yours and well earned. I look forward to a great many deals with you."
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Khan knew his time was almost up. The ripples he had sent through the angelic courts would be better for the celestials in the end, as the faithless were cut from the ranks, but it would cost him everything. Archons of Tyr were already looking for him. He had started to worry he had stretched the Isle's faith too far to blindly trust him so. But in the end, they did was they always do -- trust and obey.
He sat at the Merovingian's table moments after he watched Raquel leave the bar. He said nothing and slip the certificate across the table. "Apokolips"
Merv swallowed his anger with this drink. "I can't offer you another soul, perhaps one of greater value, perhaps your own. I could offer you shelter from the gods, immortality as opposed the the sure destruction that will embrace you. Surely that is why you are here, not for just some soul."
Khan sat silent for a moment then said evenly, "My why is my own, that is not your concern. Your concern is to fulfill your contract. The why is something I have that you do not, it is of great value something of that value should not be given for free. It is the why that is the source of power. It is that power that allows me to give you the illusion of choice. But you already know the choice you will make, it is the choice you must make because that is who you are. You will honor your deal with me because like everyone...you only do what you must."
Just before he turned to leave he remembered what brought him here. Not desperation, but obedience. Obedience to the gods he had sworn to serve. He had always deferred to their wisdom even with others might think it would cost him. If Logar wanted this exchange he would make it happen, because once he started doubting his trust in the gods the rest of his life had no meaning.
The bar was full of rancid wretched creatures all of which deserved to die. But that was not his mission, so he reluctantly stepped on.
"I must say, of all the desperate souls to come through that door looking for me, I never expected you. A toast, to unexpected pleasures." The Merv raised a drinking glass filled with some light green liquid to toast.
If the Keeper has come in here and made negotiations, so can I. Find the courage. "I have no need to make any deal just make a delivery." He placed the small chest on the table. "Apockolips, is yours as Logar commands."
The Merv smiles, "Very pleasant indeed. Well since I guess we shall never be friends then its on to business I suppose. You aren't here for a trade but that is what you will get. The deal has already been struck." He motions and an Albino man from the back steps forward with a velvet sack. "Zyrs horocrux. You will find similar black spheres in his scales. Target and destroy all of them and the Vegeta is defeated. That simple. Congratulations, you've made a great deal."
"This is a very valuable prize, you don't take deals that don't profit you. What are you up to? What you could do with this leveraging Zyr or protecting him to a mind like yours there is end to what you could do with this."
"Do you want to know the Why my Lord? of course you do, because it is that which grants true power, it is that which separates those with power with those who have none. I know the why, you do not, therefore I have the power and you do not. I can give you the why but such a valuable thing is not to given for free. So now you want to withdraw from this deal, you want to retreat but you can't, because of who you are, because of the 'why' that brings you here. You must obey, you like the rest only do what you must."
Raquel was not here to argue or negotiate with the foul creature, he had executed the god's will, negotiating anything more than that left the realm of trusting the gods and entered that of depending on his own wisdom. He stood and left.
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With Raquel gone the Merv sipped his drink. A touch salty but it ensured he drank it slow. With the soul of Apocalypse, an artificially created soul designed to interface with and control the other golems he could control them all. That was just the beginning harnessing that knowledge would allow him to quickly and effectively mass produce souls for his followers employees, and trading partners. He would no longer need to grant wishes or deals for souls he would just make them. A lord, a demon, even a god's power was measured by how many souls they influenced...Dragon, Zyr even Logar would be small game now. With the ability to build and alter souls even the gods would line up to deal at his table.
____________________________________________________________________________
5 years earlier.
"The great Spear of Pain, Master Dark Paladin of Gosher the Gosharian Khan. I see all is in order." The Merovingian gloated as he counted the 12 rubies Khan laid out before him. "If anyone could capture the 12 Seriphim of the Red Saint it would be you."
Khan spoke in a small even tone, "And your part of the agreement."
"Of course, here is your certificate, redeemable at any time for one soul in my possession. 12 for 1, not the profit I would expect from a master strategist like yourself. But the prize is yours and well earned. I look forward to a great many deals with you."
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Khan knew his time was almost up. The ripples he had sent through the angelic courts would be better for the celestials in the end, as the faithless were cut from the ranks, but it would cost him everything. Archons of Tyr were already looking for him. He had started to worry he had stretched the Isle's faith too far to blindly trust him so. But in the end, they did was they always do -- trust and obey.
He sat at the Merovingian's table moments after he watched Raquel leave the bar. He said nothing and slip the certificate across the table. "Apokolips"
Merv swallowed his anger with this drink. "I can't offer you another soul, perhaps one of greater value, perhaps your own. I could offer you shelter from the gods, immortality as opposed the the sure destruction that will embrace you. Surely that is why you are here, not for just some soul."
Khan sat silent for a moment then said evenly, "My why is my own, that is not your concern. Your concern is to fulfill your contract. The why is something I have that you do not, it is of great value something of that value should not be given for free. It is the why that is the source of power. It is that power that allows me to give you the illusion of choice. But you already know the choice you will make, it is the choice you must make because that is who you are. You will honor your deal with me because like everyone...you only do what you must."
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