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Rook

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  "How were you expecting to ambush us? You're standing in plain daylight!"
  
  "Oh. Whoops," muttered a dilusional Dracon. *RUMBLE*
  
  "Ho ho! You must be very hungry! Come with me!" Offered the man. Should the two proceed?
  
Jocks may pick on us poor nerds, but it's us who turn out to be the doctors tending to their sports injuries. Ironic, no?
LieutenantEagle

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  Meanwhile, somewhere far away, LieutenantEagle, the young pugilist pressed on to find Akilokipok's castle. He had his own scores to settle with the evil mage. He remembered how Akilokipok, posing as an innocent thaumagurist, mind-controlled FoxMcBlur and tried to have the Kamaitachi turn to his dark ways. Fortunately, Asfaloth, Eagle's Monoceros, was galloping by then, and knew that something was wrong. Using his own judgment, Asfaloth charged at Akilokipok and knocked him off balance, temporarily disabling his control over Fox, which was enough for the Kamaitachi to escape. Eagle did not see this directly, but it was later revealed to him in a dream. In that same dream he was also warned of the danger that Akilokipok posed.
  
  "Well then, if they do not care about the fate of the world, then I certainly do! Akilokipok shall not conquer all existence, at least not while I can do something about it!"
  
  "You really think you're so smart, but you're really nothing," said a voice behind the pugilist.
  
  "Oh, great...who could it be? I better brace myself for battle...I shall need luck."
  
  * uses Luck *
  
  "Who are you?" the Pugilist asked.
  
  "Why, who am I? I am none other than...."
  

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  OOC: Okay, first and foremost, if Tupper or Dracon come back, let me apologize for my forums ruining this once good story.
  
  What happened? Lemme start right after my last addition. I could swear I was reading an RoR up until the point Eagle added; then it was just crap. Utter crap.
  
  Falak is not the universe. There is not just one Falak. You should know this because it was mentioned that this Falak was a baby, and because in BD, there are clearly multiples of unique monsters such as Nidhogg and Hrimfaxi. Also, multiple mythologies are true to have all of these different monsters, so such things as "There is only one Falak and it supports the universe" cannot obviously be true for BD; you just take what you can use -- Falak big.
  
  And Rook: why the Hel are you using RP actions not only out of character, but for no frickin' reason whatsoever, you stupid, stupid, beyond-n00b. (And your Wield message did not appear since Wield was not Combined with it; the Biscuit was wielded, just not displayed as such.)
  
  And the worst of it, Eagle. "Lieutenant Eagle?" What the hell kinda RP name is that? Tupper called himself "Leander" rather than his actual sign-up name; Gobbo uses Bimblesnaff. Why the crap did you have to call yourself LieutenantEagle?
  Then, "altered mind of familiar"? What are you talking about? They found his familiar. Stanley was returned to Dracon posts ago, and you were reminded of such constantly in the revival post. Its mind was never even taken over.
  You also act as though the Akilokipok has some sort of psychic power that controls monsters even though it was clearly stated that they control monsters by breaking their spirits and devices and all sorts of other methods -- never something like a "telepsychic" (which I shall not even begin to say how stupid that word is) concentration.
  And why, after four posts and a rapidly approaching end, did you see it necessary not only to add a new character, but an entirely new substory line? Blutty 'el man, start a new post if you want to start something that radically different; post in a topic only if it has to do with it. That is the entire ideaology behind topics -- to group like posts together.
  And then stopping a situation that required the next writer to decide the output for another useless situation that had another ending that required the next writer to decide the outcome.... genius Sweat Drop
  
  I want to cry.
  
  Lastly, I am disappointed with really all of you. All of these glaring errors and incompetencies have been going on, and you have just been taking them. Well, Rook did good and vanished Eagle, but the rest of you just kept going with the flow. Challenge any holes in the plot you see; if you do not, then who will? No one, and then the post gets to where it is now -- ruined.
  
  Well, there is one way it can get saved.... but I shall try doing something else before deleting it entirely. It involves doing something I forgot to do earlier, and something I wanted to save for another, better RP.
  
  BIC:
  
  I am none other than..."
  
  "I know, I know," said the one called Eagle. "You are Zedd, and you are a force of time incarnate." The force hung his head and backed into his party. "Psychic," he answered the other's stares, with a smirk on one side of his face. The young man surveyed the cloaked figure and companions. "What are you doing out here?"
  
  "Going east," simply stated the green one, as that is all he knew. "And you?"
  
  "Trying to find Akilokipok's castle," Eagle explained. "I received a premonition that he would unleash a-"
  
  "He?" interrupted Boyachi.
  
  "Yeah... Akilokipok."
  
  It raised a slithy brow to his reply. "Akilokipok is an evil organization," the goblin retorted, "not a person. I would believe 'mental' more than 'psychic'."
  
  "Shut up!" whined the young man. "The premonitions didn't spell it out for me that much. Their castle--"
  
  "Underground base," Zedd interrupted. "And we destroyed it... well, it was destroyed, and we were there."
  
  Eagle stood expressionless. Snapping back into reality, he continued "At any rate, his -- or their -- danger is very real."
  
  "Oh, yeah, they already summoned that," furthered the kobold. "A big, deathly hellwyrm... hey, whatever happened to that?" Just so conveniently, two large columns fell from above, smashing into the earth. "Pfft, is that supposed to scare us? This time, it missed us by miles!"
  
  "Yes," agreed Zedd, "but I do not think it intends to let us escape again."
  
  That is when the whole group saw the claws raking across the surface of the world. They could only stand paralyzed with fear at the sweeping destruction as it came their way.
  
  "So," gulped Eagle, "east, you say.... away from... that." The four turned face and headed swiftly into the inpenetrable fog whence they had just come.
  It was not long at all until Boyachi found himself in the dirt, tripped over some unseen obstruction in his path. They could do little to see this even, but the other two did hear.
  
  "Was that you, Eagle?" queried the Ghobling. "Are you dead yet?"
  
  "Who said that?"
  
  "What?" responded Gobbo. "Who said that? Damnable fog! I can't see a thing through it!"
  
  The new voice chuckled. "Thank said fog," the vague shadow of a man stated, standing himself up from the ground. "If you could see, my Catoblepas may have very well killed you." The goblin took a step toward the figure, which likewise retreated. Growling in frustration, he once more attempted to get within visibility's range only to have the figure recoil once more. "Unclean!" he shrieked, cowering on the ground.
  
  "Naw, Gobbo's not that bad," Zedd informed, just now thinking to use a slight meteormancy to dispel the thick fog. And so the group found itself at the outskirts of a city just some thirty paces from the sign they seemed unable to find their way from earlier. They also found themselves in the presence of a man, covered in tattered bandages and sores, huddling near a most curious, long-necked chimera.
  
  His two, yellow, bloodshot eyes rolled up from beneath layers of wrap to the party. "It was not to the fiend I referred," the leper croaked through cracked and bleeding lips. "My name is Lazuro." His introduction found a quick close as the western sky was at last made visible to the inhabitants of the city. "What is that?"
  
  Turning around, all they could see was red.
  "Falak!"
  The ground tore in huge segments, releasing cursed flame from the swath. There was no other instinct than to run, no matter how futile escaping an object of this magnitude was. Midflight, Lazuro turned his attention to the still prone Boyachi. His allies cared little for his wellbeing, but the leper turned back to aide the shopkeep.
  
  
  Elsewhere, moments before the second claw, Leander and Dracon enjoyed a rather filling meal with an evil-seeming but actually good-intensioned older folk.
  "Mmmm, now that's gravy!" an elated Dracon exclaimed, spooning it straight into his own and his Hydra's mouths.
  "Thanks again, Mrs. P," thanked the always proper Leander.
  The crone chuckled. "Please, it was my pleasure. Now, there is something you wanted to ask us?"
  "Oh, right, our mission," Dracon said between swallows. "Can we see your innocent brains?" he put quite bluntly. There is no telling exactly how awkward the situation would have been, but fortunately for them, Falak's second claw came ripping through.
  
  
  Shifting the smaller boulders and clumps of earth from off his body, Zedd surveyed the damage done by the dragon. A rivine deeper than his eyes could tell existed besides him. He was fortunate enough to be carried with debris to the outmost part of Falak's swath; the city they quested so long for and its inhabitants did not seem to be so lucky. Only an abyss existed where it once stood.
  
  Eagle soon made himself known, reappearing from wherever he had disappeared to in order to avoid Falak's rage.
  Zedd murmured "Boyachi?" The shopkeep was no where to be found.
  
  "There!" the mentalist abruptedly stated, pointing to an indiscrimite pile. Zedd took to removing the trappings manually as Eagle took the more relaxed, telekinetic approach. After substantial tunneling, they found the tunnel to be tunneling back. A boulder burst to reveal the familiar Basilisk egg of Boyachi's, together with an unconcious keeper in the arms of Lazuro, whose bindings were now in even worse condition.
  Before he could say anything else, the boy took notice to the black streaks that now ran up and down the keeper's neck and arms. "What did you do to him?" accused Eagle.
  
  "He was struck by the hellfire," Lazuro muttered more to himself than to anyone in particular. "A dark curse now flows through him; it threatens to consume him if untreated." He tried to lay as flat as possible given the restricted space at the bottom of the hole they had not yet emerged from.
  
  "Get away from him!" screamed the boy, fearful for his new ally's health.
  
  Lazuro turned his head upward with a commanding gaze. More of his intense glare was made visible by the bits of bandage that fell from his head as he moved, cut up by the rolling debris. Eagle stopped dead.
  "I can help him," is all he would say. Turning back to his patient, he held his hands over the unconsious being, whose flesh had grown darker. Halfway through the ritual, another bandage rolled from off his crown, sending out a brilliant ray. Zedd kept his distance, attempting to understand just what is was that had happened.
  The swarthy tendrils that had cursed Boyachi's skin now receded, but as they vanished, Lazuro cried out in anguish; several sores openned anew on his body. He lurched back and screamed into the air above, whiched caused what little left he had covering his face to drop, revealing a shimmering, golden disc that shone from his head.
  
  "Lazuro," murmured Zedd. "He is Saint Lazuro -- Patron of Lepers."
  
  When he had been restored, the saint fell collapsed, bleeding profusely from the fresh wounds.
  
  "A saint," wondered the goblin, who to all's dismay had survived as well. "The innocent!" He lept down without fear of contagion and immediately took to examining the exposed portions of his head. "No... I don't see a spell here." Brandishing his trademark claymore from seemingly no where, he finished "Time for a closer look!"
  
  "Should I even ask?" questioned Eagle to the cloaked one.
  
  "An all-powerful spell that could be used to stop Falak was reported in a legend to be engraved on the brain of an innocent," he explained.
  
  "'Engraved'?" repeated the mentalist. "Wait, can't that just be fancy speak for it is something that he, y'know, knows?"
  
  "We are going to start trusting you a lot less, Time Boy!" mocked the kobold from below.
  
  "Very well then," Zedd conceded. "Find that spell," ordered a Zedd all too late, for the mental probing was well underway, and he did find it, too. However, the exact power of the spell was never taken into consideration; just the force of knowing it created a mightly eruption -- one that knocked the nearby Zedd almost into the chasm and also sent Eagle soaring into the horizon...
  
  
  "Well, we have come full circle," pointed out Dracon, once more clinging to the nail of Falak, currently preparing for another sweep of the land. "And those old people are dead... probably."
  
  "Do you see that?" an uninterested Leander asked, adjusting his spectacles in disbelief. He did, however, see correctly. 'Twas the psychic spinning through the sky and crashing into the nail. With lightning reflexing, Leander pegged a dart into his cloths to keep him from going anywhere. "What are you doing here?" again asked Leander.
  
  Eagle was too disoriented to give a straight answer. "... whisper..." he managed.
  
  "Whisper? What does that mean?"
  
  "The spell... in the brain of the saint...."
  
  "Saint?" a confused Dracon blurted out. "Wait, do you mean the innocent we were searching for?" He almost asked why this stranger they had only run into once before had known about the spell they sought, but he found it more fitting to inquire more into the nature of the spell.
  
  "I... don't remember," a dazed Eagle babbled on. "It was too much for me. Just knowing it... released a fraction of its might." Although he no longer knew the spell, he did gain insight about it from the leper. Through many a ramblings, the many details of the spell were collected by an unseen Kaze-Musha.
  
  
  "It's a word," the weasel explained to her master.
  
  "A word?" the confounded goblin tried to understand.
  
  "Well, The Word more like it," hastily ranted his envoy. "If it is expressed in any way by a living thing, its power comes into culmination. When that psychic jerk read it from the saint's mind, he released as wee bit of its power."
  
  "Only part?!" a for-once surprised and aching Zedd exclaimed, still rubbing his bruises.
  
  "Yup, just a smidget. If it is even whispered by a tongue, it is equivilent to a Shadow Blast," she went on.
  
  "Shadow Blast..." stressed Bimblesnaff. "It seems like we witnessed on of those recently," he declared, and then took out the limb of a frozen spy to devour while pondering this situation.
  
  OOC: Such a reference...
  
  BIC: "Yeah, but once you know the spell, you forget it; human minds are too weak. Even your li'l saint here prolly doesn't even know he knows the spell," jumbled the Kamaitachi. Zedd knew what message had to be relayed back to the psychic.
  
  
  "Rook.... Rook.... can you hear me?" He still hitchhiking Falak searched the barren, scaly landscape.
  
  "Who said that?"
  
  "You do not know me, Rook, but I am a friend" conveyed Eagle. "They have found a spell which can defeat Falak. Where are you now?"
  
  "I... think I am on the hand."
  
  "Can you see its head?"
  
  "I.... can see its hand," answered Rook, seeing only the same in all directions.
  
  "Still, you are the closest one who can deliver the spell effectively," communicated Eagle after a short pause to reflect. "I shall be channeling the Whisper straight to you," he explained. "You will lose the spell very shortly, so it is important that as soon as you receive it, scream," he went on, "with all your might."
  
  "Yes! We finally get to be heroes," congratulated Rook to his Tatzelwurm familiar.
  
  "But, there is one more thing I feel I must warn you about, Rook," added Eagle.
  
  "Oh, and what is that?"
  
  "After you speak the Whisper aloud... you will die."
  
  [Editted by MintMan on Nov 26, 2004 3:46]
  
  
  [Editted by MintMan on Nov 26, 2004 14:16]
Rook

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  OOC: Ooohhh! Burn! Can we kill birdboy off, too?
  
  BIC: "Oh............. that's not gonna be very fun... But this thin must be stopped!"
  
  "Here it is! NOW!!!" Relayed the psychic.
  
  
  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
  "What? I'm... still alive? NO!!! It didn't work!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
  
  Meanwhile...
  
  "What! It didn't work?????" raged Zedd
  
  "It seems as though only a chosen person can cast this spell..." suggested Bimblesnaff. Of course everyone stared at him for having a remotely sentient thought. "What?"
  
  EDIT: Changed words so as not to stretch screen.
  
  
Squidward: "Are you trying to put me in the nuthouse???"
  
  SpongeBob: "No, just into this hole."
  
  
  [Editted by Rook on Nov 26, 2004 11:04]
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  OOC: Alright, I don't like to say it, but I'm going to mess with the plot (not to mention the immutable law of Time). I am doing this because it would be absolutely pointless to simply change the character who has to do the speaking.
  
  MM, I must apologise for my assorted idiocys...
  
  BIC:
  
  "Who could it be? Though..." Zedd began... and then, in mid sentance, disappeared.
  
  "Where'd he go?" Wondered the feind...
  
  He had gone, it turned out, onto the hand of falak, right next to Rook, giving him the fright of his life
  
  "Wh... What... How..." jumbled a surprised Rook.
  
  "I am a Time-force" Zedd explained "But enough of that. I need to know exactly what you did the momen that word came into your head"
  
  "I... Screamed, like the telepath told me to. It also created an explosion that threw me a fair way.." said Rook.
  
  "That half-baked psyker!" screamed Zedd. "You were supposed to scream the word! not just scream!"
  
  It was at that point that Falak began destroying the world. Destruction reigned, as the world was eaten by dark fire...
  
  "Wh.. Whar... Whae... Wha..." gibbered Rook
  
  "Nothing. Not now, anyway." said Zedd
  
  "But... The world..."
  
  "Is being destroyed by Falak."
  
  "Can you... Do anything?"
  
  "I could kill you" as Zedd said this, though, a look of thought ran across his face. "Or... I could bring us all back to a point in time before you had the word sent to you... Only you and I would remember this, and you would know what to do. The effort of doing that would nigh on kill me, but it can be done..."
  
  "Err... So I'm going to die anyway?"
  
  "Nothing is for certain!" Zedd replied, as the walls of Time collapsed about them...
  
  
  ... "Yes! We finally get to be heroes," congratulated Rook to his Tatzelwurm familiar.
  
  "But, there is one more thing I feel I must warn you about, Rook," added Eagle.
  
  "Oh, and what is that?"
  
  "After you speak the Whisper aloud... you will die."
  
  And with that, the word was transmitted, and Rook, this time knowing what to do, screamed it with all of his might...

  A huge explosion sounded, and, when the smoke cleared, the only thing left of the once-Falak was one claw, with Dracon, Leander and Eagle clinging for dear life as it fell... And Rook, alive, falling fast and screaming very loudly...
  
  OOC: OK, collosal post. I either did the right thing, or doomed this RP... If I stuffed it up, I apologise to everyone in this RPG...
  
- Zedd i Randir, Lord of the Storm

  "So it is said that if you know yourself and know others, then you will not be imperilled in a hundred battles. If you know yourself, but do not know others, then you will win some and lose some. If you do not know yourself and do not know others, you will be imperilled in every battle" - The Silver Sparrow Art of War, Sun Tzu
  
  
  [Editted by Zedd on Nov 27, 2004 5:31]
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  OOC: Peronally, I like it! By the way, I you had destroyed the Falak, you would have seriosly PO'd the parents! Nervous
  
  BIC: They had succeded! The explosion had taken the baby Falak back to whence it came. Though the explosion missed one of its claws...
  
  No one knew that Rook was alive until Eagle detected him. "He's alive!!!" he shuoted to the group. There was cheering, and a little booing, too.
  
  "Can you save him?" asked Dracon.
  
  "Maybe. If I fail, I don't think there's anything we can do. Unless Zedd... uh where is he?" asked the psychic. "Let's see here... I don't detect him anywhere! He's gone! Dead!" There were some disbelieving 'no's, and some sobs, mostly from Dai-Sho.
  
  "What will happen to time?" the green oe asked.
  
  "A new time master will come..." replied Dai-Sho between sobs. But then a portal flew open, flinging Zedd out! Everyone cheered.
  
  "How... how did you....? jumbled Bimblesnaff.
  
  "They liked me as a time force, and made it so I didn't die!" he answered with a enormous grin. Dai-Sho rushed to its master.
  
  "Whoops! Forgot Rook!" remembered Eagle.
  
  "Leave him!" said Biblesnaff. But he was too late since Rook was alredy there. He had been teleported.
  
  "Heard that." groaned Rook. He was seriosly battered, but thankfully his clothes were still on!
  
  Meanwhile...
  
  A hand reched out of the rubble in the Akilokipok base...
  
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  OOC: Rook(Forum Member, not character!)! Dracon, Lee and Eagle were stuck on a falling claw, quite apart from Bimmblesnaff, Boyachi and Zedd! I'm going to at least start ending this here, as this has gone on so long that Dracon and Leander (and Boyachi) appear to have lost all interest in it... It should have been curtailed a while back...
  
  BIC: ... And an abnormally tough Celphie extracted itself from the rubble. However, it was then killed by a breeze that had picked up, and no more Akilokipok activity was heard, on the surface, for a long time...
  
  Meanwhile
  
  "Um... Why, exactly are we holding this victory celebration on a claw from Falak, one that's falling very fast?" asked Dracon
  
  "And how did I get here?" asked the fiendish one
  
  "Good Question" replied Dracon.
  
  "Zedd?" asked the Gobbo "did you do this?"
  
  "I might have. Maybe reality was a little bit bumped when that explosion occurred, which might have stuck you up here. In any case, I will do you one final favour, before I depart." Zedd stated, and the party immediately found itself in the rubble next to a now concious Lazuko and Boyachi. Except that Zedd wasn't there anymore.
  
  "Where's Time-Boy now?" asked a bewildered gobbo
  
  "Who knows? He feels we no longer have a need for him, so he's left" said the psychic.
  
  "Oh well. Who wants celabratory cookies?" asked the shopkeep "Free, and even edible!"
  
  Rook groaned...
  
  Meanwhile...
  
  Zedd, Dai-sho and Shugenja were standing a fair way away, out of earshot, and almost sight-range. The Force said to his familiars:
  
  "They!... Ah well, at least I didn't have to tell them the whole truth... I mean, if Time could die, the universe would be in quite a pickle now..." and then, neither he nor his familiars were there...
  
  "I think it's time we went our seperate ways now." Leander quoth. Everyone agreed. This quest had taken so long, and they needed to go back to normal life... Until the next time...
  
  OOC: Okay, that pretty much wraps it up... However, if anyone has anything to add, they could just say that the party hasn't actually dispersed yet...
  
- Zedd i Randir, Lord of the Storm

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  [Editted by Zedd on Nov 28, 2004 5:14]
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  OOC: Well, I've learned one thing -- I'm never participating in an RP on this forum again. I just spoil things.
  

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  OOC: So, that is how you are going to end it? That is nothing! Really, it is. Your post did absolutely nothing for the story. You could have summed it all up with the words "The End".
  
  Because every post should both be interesting and do something for the story, I think I am going to have to go VB3 on this mug. Never leave something hanging; just as the story begins, a definant conclusion should come of it. Don't leave a "to be continued" type ending; that is just begging for more adding, different topic or otherwise. No! End it! End it now! Keep the story, all faults, and exhaustion from continuing!

  
  BIC: And it was a long while before he saw the Gilded Hood again -- centuries, in fact. Only Zedd, being a force of time itself, was enchanted to live that long. His foe survived only on thoughts of revenge.
  
  "It took me a long time to track you, Zedd i Randir," a decrepit voice announced. The addressee turned to find the once leader of Akilokipok, standing in a stoop. His robes were tattered and dusted, the luster all but gone from the ornament. As many lines as ages that passed creased his ancient face, but the commanding, powerful stare still lie under the shadows of his hood.
  
  "You could not defeat me before," explained Zedd, drawing his blades. "Why would you think this encounter will be any different?"
  
  "Because," croaked the ancient, splitting a devious smirk across his aged face, "now, time is on my side." Zedd suffered no more of his words. He dashed forward for a dual strike, intending to make no connection but rather to distract his foe while his weasel ambushed from behind. Such a petty trick was more than visible to the still strong leader, who in a blink was vanished from sight. Zedd pulled back to avoid a collision with his approaching familiar and scanned the area for the whereabouts of his foe.
  "Did you ever wonder when I would exact my revenge?" taunted he. Zedd gave no answer; he listened all the more closely to discern his direction in the darkness. "It was not my will to wait, but my new friend did take quite a bit of persuasion." The words passed straight through the warrior, still unable to pinpoint his target. That is when he realized-
  
  "Above!" he shouted to his companion. No sooner than they could look upwards were they dodging the descending bite of a wicked, serpentine head. Red eyes seemingly lifeless rolled about from within a black, wrought-iron cage fit around the entire beast's maw -- in some places strapped, but mostly held in by spikes the scaley skin had now grown up around. This atrocity they did see, but not the Gilded Hood.
  
  "Hey, I remember this guy!" Dai-Sho, as endless as his master, recalled. "I found him at the ruins of the Akilokipok base.... he's gotten bigger... a lot bigger."
  
  "That is correct, dear Dai-Sho, and since you did not want him, I helped myself to this poor, neglected thing. It took quite a bit of convincing to get it to this point, and quite a bit of time," the voice from above explained. His words were made all the more clear as the rest of the serpent's heads came into the light, all with blood-red eyes burning behind fitted bars. "Things were difficult until enough of them were turned," narrated the Gilded Hood, finally making his descent into view from atop of a specially outfitted throne head. "Then this very creature fought against its very self. I did not need all one thousand of its heads. What survived suited me just enough."
  
  "Ananta?" he laughed. "Another cosmic serpent? I have defeated foes greater than this one before."
  
  "Oh, but you haven't seen the best part." Standing from his dark, twisted throne, the Gilded Hood lept off into the air. His fall was ended as a branch of the great serpent's body undulated to catch him. He slid until the end of what revealed itself to be the tail. Before ramping off into the air once more, he grasped onto a bard of the stinger. "Breaking the spirits of those weaker is my way; 'twas searching for the weapon I needed to defeat you that required a great portion of my centuries-long absence." Holding out his arms, a circle traced the sting with a magical glow. With arcane gestures, he wrote onto the disc a series of numerals.
  
  "Whatever spell you are attempting," threatened i Randir, "I shall strike it down before your twisted pet even gets close to me."
  
  "Oh, you have never seen this spell before?" mocked his enemy. "I guess that is to be expected," he went on, growing an even more devious smile. Zedd began to wisen to the peril at hand and immediately began to ascend the tail, caring not of the gauntlet of bites that came his way. "I do not believe anyone has ever seen this particular spell before, even a force such as yourself." He chuckled, quite lightheartedly for the greviousness on which he embarked. "It is too bad that I shall not be able to remember the look on your face right now; I must cherish it while I can."
  
  "Noooooooo!" Zedd screamed, unleashing every magick in his arsenal toward the fallen leader, but it did not matter now. He could already feel his hand being held back, his movements becoming heavy. He saw every shimmer of the prismatic rays he had thrown as they bore down on their target. Finally, the small threads all too familiar to Zedd began to shine throughout the sky. One particular strand began to send out its light from within Zedd himself.
  
  A look of pure dementia now consumed the face beneath the torn, gilded cloak as he forced his arms down, commanding his pet to finish what he had started. "Be undone, Zedd i Randir! Even the gods must bow to their destiny, and Destiny bows to its Venom!" The sting shattered through the ethereal clockface formed before it; the shards gave off the final efforts of their dying light as they were absorbed into the Wyrd. A sickly, purplish hue tainted the line bound to Zedd and raced off into both directions -- not only to destroy his present and what future he would have, but also his past...
  
  
  
  Zedd drew his blade to the man's neck, just breaking his skin. Before he did the deed, the spake the words "I am Zedd i Randir." And with that, he vanished.
  
  The man fell, grasping his bleeding neck, but still more concerned about where his assailent went.
  
  "Did... you see that?" spoke one of the witnesses, Dracon, entirely withdrawn from the engaged melee. There was no longer any trace of Zedd or his monsters...
  
  
  At a further distance at a later time, a young adventurer meanders wildly through the dank fog. He had his own search, although his premonitions fortold only what, not where. He sensed a presence, not through extrasensory means, but rather simply by hearing someone or something behind. The young Eagle turned to find a rather ancient seeming crone waiting in the fog, accompanied by two others.
  "Are you lost, child?"
  
  "Mmm, that's gravy," an appreciative Eagle thanked his kind hosts, later at their small cottage. "Thanks for the eats... what was your name again?"
  
  "Atropos Parcae," the old woman told with a smile, "and I am glad you enjoyed it. We are more accustomed to weaving than cooking."
  
  "Well, Mrs. P, if there is anything I can do to return this favor," went on the young boy, "just ask."
  
  "Actually," she said, going into a bit of reflection, "you could tell me what you were doing out there in the fog like that. It seems an awful place to travel, even with these familiars of yours."
  
  "I was looking for something," he answered, "something I don't know the location of. Aimlessly wandering is the best plan I could think of."
  
  "Have you tried going east?" she interjected. Eagle was startled.
  
  "East?" he repeated, with some confusion. "You do not even know what I am looking for."
  
  "I know," she returned, growing a dusty smile beneath her crooked nose. "You want to go east. And say 'hi' to my good friend Zedd if you should see him..."
  
  
  The lower levels of the Akilokipok dungeon filled with a maniacal laughter. On a higher ledge, safe from the fighting of the adventurers and Leviathan, the Gilded Hood and the Cutthroat stood.
  
  "Fools," slowly gurgled the Cutthroat, whose wound was still fresh from the recently absent Zedd, "no one interferes with Akilokipok's plans."
  
  "We cannot allow such acts to go without retaliation," finished the Gilded Hood at a much faster tempo. "Now, you shall suffer for opposing Akilokipok. Descend, Keeper of the Hellfire, mighty Falak!" he called out, raising his arms to the air.
  
  "Rise, Ruler of the Darkness Ocean," summoned the Cutthroat, "immeasurable Bahamut!"
  
  "We're in sheep dit now," added the goblin, already more than overwhelmed from the watery gargantuan at hand. He turned quickly when something caught the edge of his bulging eye, only to find it some sort of phantasm. "Zedd?" he whispered to himself, but there was nothing there, at least any more...
  
  
  "East," huffed Eagle, "there is nothing to the east but fog. Well, there is fog in every direction, except for behind m-" Turning about, he found that the cottage he had been in only moments ago to have disappeared. "Huh," dismissed the psychic. "Oh well, east it is, guys."
  And so he began his journey with his two familiars, which ended only ten-odd paces later as he tripped.
  "Ouch! Stupid fog," cursed Eagle.
  
  "Thank said fog," a bandaged individual hissed, reclined on the ground against the side of a house. The fog disappated, revealing not only the sores that covered this man, but also the sickly pet resting alongside of him. "For what the blutty 'ell is that?" Eagle turned to the newly cleared air to find a large, red column protruding from the earth.
  
  "Is that..." wondered the young boy until he realized "Falak!"
  
  "Falak?" repeated the saint. "That ain't good..."
  
  
  "Okay," sighed Leander of Tupper, "this is one. Do we even want to see the other?" A whirlwind made its way up from the ground to the nail to which they clung, drawing his attention away from futily hacking away. "Dracon, look at that."
  
  "Do you think that is Dai-Sho?" Dracon ask, securely holding onto his recovered familiar.
  
  
  "Where are you?" muttered Eagle, standing at the ruins where once the base was located. Spying upward into his familiar's tornado, he could see the bodies of several men and monsters spiralling down. The party landed in a tangled mess at the funnel's base and was quite surprised to meet this stranger.
  The psychic explained his ambition to stop Akilokipok, and the team lectured back how Akilokipok was a group, not an individual. Going on with his story, he explained how he had seen Falak in the distance, and after teleporting over, sensed a presence foolishly riding the serpent and sent his own weasel to recover them.
  
  "Well, that explains that," stated Dracon after the long-winded story, "but what's with that guy?" The group looked over to the bandaged man and Cateblepas they had just now noticed for some reason.
  
  "Um, I think I accidentally teleported him here when I arrived," answered Eagle. "You see, I have telepsychic powers."
  
  "Erm, right," a slightly confused Leander mumbled. "This is all very nice, but it does not give us any way to defeat Falak, or Bahamut, wherever it is," he stated, looking up into the boundless sky.
  
  "Fear not!" started up the psychic. "I shall scan the area to find this Bahamut." Without listening to another word, he began to rub his temples, entering a deep concentration, openning his mind to all of his surroundings. When his eyes openned once more, they beamed with a holy energy; he was instantly floored with an impact that knocked back the others and placed himself in somewhat of a crater.
  
  Brushing his fine garments off from his spill, Leander adjusted his spectacles to the returning threat above. "He's coming back, and I think there is only one way we can stop Falak...."
  
  "Old school?" asked Dracon.
  
  "Old school," replied Leander.
  
  The fancy fighter made a vertical run up the nail, dragging his sword as deep as he could, leaving a magical flow bursting from the surface in his wake. He was trailed by his Tatzelwurm, which had grown to its full girth, climbing after its keeper in violent bounds that shed entire sheets from the nail. The goblin tailed in the gale of his weasel, his eyes bewildered and tongue lolling out haphazardly to the side, drooling with anticipation to the destruction about to befall the beast. The winds left him as Kaze-Musha drilled them deep within the nail, leaving Bimblesnaff only the momentum from his ride up hurtling him into the air. Reaching a vile clutch downward, he clasped ahold of a yellow lump and spun himself about. At the apex, the fiend projected his Miraj with all his might. After freeing its spiral horn from being wedged deep inside the claw, it took to what it knows best -- eating a lot. The goblin, however, now drifted backward from the target at hand. Snarling with a maddened seeming, he threw his wicked chain -- anchored by his trusty, rusty claymore -- and pulled himself in. Chanting quickly a muted spell, he spewed forth its words and a corrosive cloud that followed before slamming into the surface. Schecken slithered up next, shedding the path of his ascent. It spewed a molten breath, leaving a spreading trail of ash in its wake.
  
  Dracon latched on with his legendary halberd. With Thorn Whip at hand, he revealed just what it was capable of with a single crack; it vined out as far as vision could tell in an attempt to strangle the colossus. The strengthening hold became readily apparent as fractures form, which his Hydra was quick to unleash multiple streams of noxious breath.
  The shopkeep stayed below, waiting on the falling claw. When it was in range enough, he tossed up his egg. As it neared the tip, the young prince of serpents burned straight inside. From a watchful vantage point below, he could see the nail turn as the most wretched venom consumed it. The leper's Cateblepas rolled back the lids of its eyes to unleash its devastating gaze, turning the already sickly bone to black.
  
  Finally, Leander was ready. He lept off from the surface, concentrating on the efforts wreaked by the group already, and put the handle of his blade in a firm grip. Before mortal eyes could tell, it was being returned to its scabard. An explosion ripped from each horizon, loosing and entire half of the nail, plummeting it into the ruins below. The passengers lept off to be caught by a cushion of winds, summoned up by Fox, waiting with his unconsious master, collapsing and heaving from the actually insignificant amount of damage they had accomplished.
  
  Awaking to the mighty crash, the psychic saw the faces of his new allies, drawn to his revival, before a plummeting wall of red and a claw slowly recoiling into space.
  "Whisper..." he managed, rolling his gaze over to the saint...
  
  
  "Rook," a silent voice spoke into the swordman's mind. He looked in every direction over the claw on which he stood, but could find no source. "You do not know me, but..."
  
  
  The party below waited nervously, looking up to the returning claw. Its descent stopped, for reasons they could only wonder. Then, they felt the shockwave rip through the land. The force of the ultimate spell Whisper smashed the group to the ground and sent Falak reeling into an unknown distance. They looked to the psychic, asking with their eyes if Rook had survived the ordeal. He could only hang his head; he sensed nothing at all
  
  The moment was quite bittersweet; they had lost an ally, but stopped the fiery serpent which threatened the world. Sooner than either celebration or mourning could begin, a darkness rolled over the sky. Fear gripped the group; it could be heralding of a new evil, or...
  
  "It is Bahamut," realized Leander, "devouring the world." The earth quaked as -- at an untold distance -- the world on which they stood was ripped apart. Bimblesnaff looked up to see his Tatzelwurm rising up from the ground, floating. The enormous fish had begun to swallow, sucking the party and all things into an unfathomable abyss. One by one, the entire team of adventurers, whose screams were lost in the raging winds, flew down its gullet.
  
  Rising upwards from the decimated base, the familiar cloak of Zedd i Randir appeared. He stumbled in, dazed from his unknown predicament. Dracon, who remained clinging to his pole-axe, and the leper watched him stagger in, surrounded by an aura of calm weather from his carp. He tripped over flat earth, but more surprising to them, he faded to nothing in plain vision, only to reappear where he once stood.
  
  "Zedd!" screamed Dracon. "What happened to you?"
  
  "I..." he whispered in an inaudible tone, "I don't know." His attentions slipped at the curious reappearance of Zedd, and Dracon was lost to the void. Now only the two remained. "Bahamut... no," the force of time mumbled. "This is not right. This is not what was supposed to happen." Squinting at the space surrounding him, a revalation struck Zedd. Raising a sole arm, he conjured up the strings of fate. The saint looked across the countless threads, many of which snapped and vanished into space. The one wyrd in particular which attached to Zedd shone differently than all others, gleaming with the disgusting hue of "Destiny Venom," he stated. "I have been... my fate has been poisoned." He gave out a weak laugh. "I have never known this spell to be used against one such as myself, one with time. It must be why I was not entirely erased." His existance blinked. "It was still enough to change the world, to end it. I wonder how much time I have left... will I be able to see this world destroyed?"
  
  "Venom?" asked Lazuro, still clinging for his life. Zedd looked to him, not quite recognizing to whom he spoke. Taking steps from his protective shelter, Bahamut's wrath ripped the remaining bandages from the leper. All the disgusting frame of the saint came to view -- the unsightly, jutting bones, more sores than skin, and wide, yellow eyes. Most of all, a ring of brilliant, golden light came from off his head, which mesmorized the warrior. "I can take it away, the poison," he said. "Take it all." He reached out to the tainted strand, hesitating for a moment before he grabbed out.
  
  "You mustn't!" warned Zedd.
  
  "There is no other way." His fist clenched. Slowly, the taint drained into the saint, whose anquished cries echoed throughout time.
  
  
  Zedd sat up, startled for reasons he could not understand. Dai-Sho had noticed the sudden shock in his master, but neither made any mention on the subject. He returned his attentions to the ones he had adventured with, standing out at a distance. Too far to hear their words, but Zedd could tell it was goodbyes they were saying. Finally, Dracon and his reunited Stanley disbanded from the others, leaving no one left, until they were to meet again.
  
  "Dai-Sho, Shugenja," Zedd called, "we should be going now." At that, he waved his hand and waited for time to melt around them.
  
  
  "... shouldn't something be happening?" asked his Kamaitachi. Zedd stood puzzled, moving his arm again and again to summon his power, still to the same nil effect.
  
  "Well ain't that a bugger..."
  
  
  It's over!
  
  
  Do-do-do-doo doo do doo do-dooooo!
  
  * rewards Ice with an IceStaff and a Ruination for one shining example of multiple things someone shouldn't do in a story ("Don't pay attention to me! I'm in the background!" Feh!) *
  * rewards draggy1234 with 2 Fogs since he did add, but did next to nothing for the story other than not ruin things *
  * rewards LieutenantEagle with 4 Telepsychics because although his character proved vital, several errors were made from simply not reading the story *
  * rewards boyachi with 3 Biscuits and 2 Stones because after a shaky first posting with same-time confusion, he redeemed himself... until the biscuits *
  * rewards Rook with 3 LongSwords and 2 ShortSwords for at least keeping with plot and making a character with some depth, but not much since he did stupid things, like made the witch a man *
  * rewards Zedd with 2 TimeForces, 3 Shurikens, and 2 Wakizashis, for mostly good addings, although an omnipotent being of time seemed a strange character to add *
  * rewards MadGoblin with 6 Claymores and 2 FuzzyHats because he did nothing stupid *
  * rewards dracon with 6 ThornWhips and 4 Halberds for starting a great post and then... well... starting a great post *
  * Finally, rewards LeeTupper with 10 Daggers, 2 Spectacles, and a SilkJacket, for doing the overall best in this story *
  
  I hope we all learned something!
  

dracon

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Feb 1, 2005 10:51
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  OOC: Thankyou so much Minty, though what can we use them for, and don't apologize to me, you made up for the plot in the ending post it was moving, very moving T_T. I LOVE STANLEY. SO alot of thornwhips and Halberds that is cool, so how do I use them, oh and we will see a new topic coming from me...it is a return make up story, very twisting. *Evil Smile*
  
"When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade"
   (Mine)"When Life Gives You Water, Have Fun"
MintMan

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Feb 1, 2005 12:12
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  Well, I think the main -- Hel, the only -- problem with Search was the fact that you and Tupper left. At the rate the stories crawl here (for the better, perhaps), adding once every other week would be at-speed.
  
  
  At for the awards, you can use them with a Wield token (if you have one), or you can throw/eat them.... I would recommend throwing for the most part.
  It's all in the FtRPG Console.
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