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Kithle - Its back to work for me. (whistling non-chalantly) Sa'vor hide the captain, if they come looking for him dress up an Alt=j, Death paper find kanatash and caralot and get them rdy (thank goodness for constructs who can't be driven insane). Satnak You grab sakura and hide until i say so. I knew having children on board was a bad idea.

Caralot - Why do you listen him?

Kanatash - He's already proven himself to be crafty, viscious, and more than capable of outmanuvering me on several ocasions. You know how jarlot is the captain of the crew, well kithle is sort of the leader of the ubers. HE got that job by being the only one around not only crazy enough to give us orders, but crafty enough to make them work.

Death Paper: (with a lisp) Eazy, sqizy, lemen peazy.

Kanatash: Constructs may be immune to insanity but even they can't take the full brunt of what was going on when he walked in without something happening.  I should only be temorary, but I would advise not sending him in there again unanounced.

Kithle: Ok, whats with the package then?

She opens the parcel to reveal a two foot tall, blue teddybear.  It has large soulless eyes, berift of any sign of hope, love, or any other emotion, and a rainbow-like design on its stomach.

Carlot: Oh, I think a demostration is in order. (points towards a handy redshirt)

The creature slips into the shadows and comes up upon the redshirt unseen before suddenly popping out behind him.  The startled redshirt immediately attempts to stab the creature and the blade punches through it and out the other side.  The creature suddenly sprouts half-a-dozen fleshy tentacles from its mouth which wrap around the redshirt, binding him in place.  It reaches over and pulls out the dagger showing no sign of pain or injury, and in fact no blood flows from the puncture wound.  Suddenly the rainbow on its chest begins to glow with an ominous light.  The tentacle force open the redshirts eyes and turn him to face the rainbow symbol.  He looks on for several moments before a blue vapor is exhaled from his open mouth.  The vapor is quickly drawn into the mouth and wound of the creature (which promptly heals, leaving no sign of its prescence).  The creature then releases the redshirt who simply walks away seemingly unharmed but closer examination releals the redshirt's eyes now have the same deadness within them as the creature.

Kithle: (Slack jawed) I take back my previous assertion.

Kanatash: Yes, you see the creature has the abilities to suck the very souls from its victems to replace, albeit temorarily, the void within itself.  After the soul it taken the victem does not die, but rather lives on as a near mindless puppet of the creature's master.  If you wish, it can also use its "stare" to exert control over the minds of others without consuming their souls.  Think of the oppertunity for enforcing your rule within the empire and rooting out dessenters.

Kithle: Hmm, they'll need a leader however……and I have the perfect one in mind.

Kantash: You mean……you can dream?

Kithle and Kantash are silent for a second.

Kantash: I think I had something similar…

Kantash: Actually, yes.  I didn't think about it before because stuff like that happens in Xoriat all the time.

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Where is it?…Is it here?…Why can't I find it?…I KNOW IT'S HERE…[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Squishy over hearing the conversation walks over.

Squishy: Kanatash though we creatures of Xoriat welcome you as one of our own. You still have the characteristics of your birth race.

Squishy is cut of as he begins to run from the enraged ubers.

Today my mind wandered back to when I first joined the crew of the Forgotten Freedom.  I had to start as a red shirt, but then again, so did everyone.  Or at least that is what Jarlot told me.  In those days, there weren't so many things to fear from the higher up characters, mainly because they weren't so powerful yet, and hadn't developed a taste for mass murdering red shirts yet.  I was able to get a very good room, because no one else wanted to deal with a vampire.  The reason I joined...  I was bored, I guess.  It's the whole living thing, day after day.  You try to find things to do, but then end up getting bored of those things after a hundred years or so.  That's when I decided to join a pirate ship.  The adventure, excitement, and treasure.  I searched for the most infamous ship, and found out it was the Forgotten Freedom.  The rest, as they say, is history.

13: [COLOR=Darkred]I have felt it.…They hold something.…Why can’t I feel it?…I feel it and yet I don’t know what it is…where it is.…They must know……………they must know how to stop hate…………[/COLOR]

Time begins to shift around the moon, until it is a few years ago……the day Jarlot stole the Forgotten Freedom.

Somewhere in the deepest, darkest bowels of the Forgotten Freedom hundreds, no thousands of dimensional rips begin to open.  Countless figures come out of these rips and begin to congregate in a room so far down in the ship that even the Cthuhlian horrors normally don't come here.  One stands on a podium above all the others.

Later that night, Norbaz is asleep in his room.  Suddenly Norbaz awakes to a quite sound.  Realizing there are intruders in his room he reaches for the stash of weapons he keeps at his bedside only to discover they have already been taken.  A shadowy figure emerges from the gloom and Norbaz jumps forward to attack with his bare hands.  Unfortunately before he can strike he recieves a Judo Chop to the back of the neck from an unseen assailent.  He hears muffled voices as his world fades to blackness...

"Crew of the Forgotten Freedom, we, the Alternate Jarlots hereby announce the creation of our new organization, The JARLOT LEAGUE.  We the Jarlot League also hereby declare our soverienty over this ship by merit of the fact that as we are all Jarlot, we are all the captain, and by majority rule we claim more authority than the present captain.   

We would also like to issue an warning to the being known as Satnak.  Your actions to date will not be held against you but there will be consequences for any further actions you take against the Jarlot League.  To this end we have confiscated the knowledge of the recipe for the dish known as 12 alarm d'Norbaz from the mind of the cooky and destroyed all knowleged of its creation from both the cooky's mind and physical recipes.  If we are slain the Chille will be taken with us and we are now your only source of non-everlunds chille.  In consolation we would like to mention that Keanue Jarlot is still open game to all comers.   

0) All rules on this list superseed any rules on the origional list.

Silver: I'd say slim to nil, but then again I'm an optemist, so...

Kithle - Satnak I can deal your deceptions, the whole renewing your physical arm, and being even more powerful than you let on, but why did you have to rip out the crystal blades on the arm?

Satnak - Well I messed with Burn and Twilight made them channel ampllifiers, and I've braided the 3rd into my ponytail as a link crystal, just go it up and running.

Satnak - It links me to a demi-plane called the armory. Its like a library/shop for weaapons, and other gear. THis mark on my left arm the blue serpent it means I'm allowed to borrow stuff from the armory for free as long as its just for a little while, and I don't monopolize any one item or weapon too much. The other condition is we gotta make occasional donations.

Satnak - sigh, When you summoned up an opposite of kanatash you got me from an alternate eberron. You know this much. In my eberron the war hadn't ended, any body with any power, but especially psionicists, who didn't ally themselves with a faction tended to get dead pretty fast. Well a couple of psys managed to stay hidden long enough to gather enough power to survive the inevitable join or die routines. They got powerful fast, not only that but they were absolutly ruthless with their opponents, ten years later they were still picking pieces of king kiaus 2 out of his throneroom being the biggest baddest grim psion in the world didn't help him much. Short of it is my world was not an easy place to live our hobos would eat your ogres alive. Eventually the two, now known as the Dragons of Will and Heart, Opened up shop once people realized that hey they could blow a hole straight through the gorram planet. They taught others how to become as strong as they were and even introduced new ways to use psionic power, and other disciplines. Artifice, and berserk mastery, physical combat, and of course sythesistic styles of fighting, were also on the cirriculum. I was one of the students, I was picked up when I was 12 and I had gotten lost in a brelish purge on my district, they got my parents and my sister dissapeared in the chaos. Kinda Cliche I know, anyway a kalashtar disguised as a begger found me wandering the back alleys. He had heard of the school and took me there. I trained as a breaker, my abilities are focused on ripping through defenses and counter-measures like walls, regenration, teleportation, godhood, veils between worlds, you know stuff that allows people to survive things or escape things. Levy, dragon of heart, was like an elder sister to me in a lot of ways. Part of the reason I disliked her lover Forbes, dragon of will, (no that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, ... bi maybe but not the point) I was always afraid he'd come between us somehow. I was afraid of him aswell, I'd seen him stare down an entire pantheon. One time heaven and hell united against the School he just snapped his fingers and they were torn apart by unbearable pain. He'd linked their minds with his. He had this empathic trick where he felt the pain of those around him, when he linked the leaders to his own mind they were overwhelmed by just the normal aches and pains of everyday life around the area. When they tried fighting they just couldn't handle the pain. He kept it up for hours, Feeling their pains as they felt his. Most finally died from shock and he was just a little winded. Levy was the powerhouse though she could wrap a titan into a bow with one hand. I'm good almost as powerful as forbes, not as sneaky or mean though, but I'm not much compared to those two. When I found My sister I had just graduated and earned my mark for un restriced access to the armory and the right to call myself an equal-in-name-if-not-in-actual-power to Levy. I though she would be glad to see me or surprised, or something, but she had been picked up by a cult. She denounced me as a deicidal monster with no soul and attacked me. I guess I kinda proved her right that day when after I killed her I went on to slaughter her entire cult and the demon prince/demi-god sponsoring it literaly single handedly. I'm back in communication with home and Levy, but its gonna be while before I wanna face those memories in the flesh. I missed the official ceremony but, They just told me I made Breaker first class and tacked on the diecide as an award, not sure how I feel about that.

Satnak - Yeah we express that as a psionic discipline, not a magical one, as to the artifice those are body mods that increase and help me focus my power, not a true ficer myself I can modify existing gear though and can create a few items, but nothing like what ketler or roosevelt can do.

Lisa - Where ar eyou keeping sakura any way?

Satnak - oh she's in the keep in my closet, you remember terra's pop's old place. I Got rid of the traps and the remaining servants so she should be fine.

Terra - Wow, we can never let caralot know about the ficer enhancements or she'll go bonkers, though being able to regrow limbs thight might not be a threaght to you.

Lisa - But they mind mucked it out of norbaz.

Lisa: Well...at least he's ok. I never got the chance to thank him for saving my life. He was gone by the time I got back.

Terra:  :devil: I just had the best idea. I'll tell you later though. There is...something I must tell you first.

I'm currently in the infirmary right now having my arms and legs regenerated.  I had an encounter with Kanatash....I don't call him the Demon anymore....where he used telekinesis to rip my extremities off.*  I attacked him when I saw what he was doing to some of the other crew members.  I don't comprehend how someone could see what he does to people....the sadism and murderous intent in his heart...and how they could just stand by.  I was furthermore set on fire and left for dead.  I have no apologies or regrets for what I did though because I'm glad I did it.  The other crew may often be monsters or killers....but they're still people.

Aerith: I don't like Phantasmal Force spells thank you.  I don't mind girls but the thought of....*drones on naughty stuff that's somehow innocent*

Aerith:  He was born in the streets of Sharn during the Great War's mid point when the fighting still used magitech.  The streets routinely were riddled with bombs and explosives and they often clapped children as young as eight or twelve into service of Breland for street to street fighting.  I'm a half elf so I look younger than I am.  I lived there as well.

Aerith: Yes.  Jarlots mother died in the explosion of one of the fireball cannon shells dropped on the city and he was left to fend for himself.  He joined with those Child Soldiers and stole, killed, and whatever else he had to do to survive.

Aerith: He had a mentor.  His name was Michael.  He was my brother.  Jarlot's father was Royalty but also...inhuman.  The thirst for blood was strong in him even then and that immunized him to most of the fear and carnage that haunts so many today.  In the end, he followed his mentor across Breland and into Cyre where they switched sides for a purse.  He was fourteen when he killed his hundredth man.

Aerith: He came back for me when he was twenty one.  I wasn't.....I did what I had to do to survive in the slums. I didn't expect for him to come back, my brother had sold his soul to the darkness for knowledge of how to survive and a chance at greater wealth.  We had our first child soon after but he'd already left after giving me all of his earnings.

Aerith: He's not, though he's named after that Michael.  The Michael whom was my brother was a genuine blackguard whom raped, impaled, and destroyed across the continent.  The Michael you know bears his name but sadly I never told him that I was his mother.  I do not know why I hid it from him but he thought I was sister as well....

Ishmael Jr: Wait...you mean?

Aerith: Yes.  The Michael onboard this ship...current state as he is...is my son as he is also Jarlots.  I suspect its partially why Jarlot adopted Ketler...to protect him.

Aerith: The war just...ground on...then as my brother grew more and more powerful and fanatical in the worship of the Dragon Below.  He became Marshall of all of Cyre and made the Royal Family puppets as the people were more afraid of him than all of the hosts of the enemy.

Aerith: The ship tears through the fundamental fabric of the universe with its every motion.  But the reason why we face so many immortal and omnipotent things from beyond is because of what happened next.....my brother offered up all of the dead of the worst and most terrible fighting of the war in Cyre to the Rajahs as he channeled that energy and destroyed a nation.

Aerith: We had a daughter just a few years earlier.....he could not stomach the idea she would be involved and he killed Michael with a blow from behind during the ritual. An Empty gesture that had the cause of turning him into the channel for all the souls that were killed that day.

Aerith: Shadow lives inside him, my brother's spirit and he contains over a million souls that burn to be served as a vessel for darkness.  It attracts the darkness to it like a moth to a flame....and I offered my daughter to the church and my own self that I might atone for my own part.  My daughter Sakura was renamed Jaela by the flame.

Ishmael Jr: Uhh...how does Tifa fit into any of this?

Norbaz: Okay...lets try this from the top.  Any major move I make, I try to make with the Captain's permission.  I only take my outside jobs when the crew gets leave while we're docked.  And I've made a weapon this ship has put to good use several times to great effect.  I ask you why you hold me hear.

Bruce Jarlot: No...no you don't.

Jarbilee: Razzle dazzle...I hate my powers.

Hulk Jarlot: JARLT SMASH!

Jargolas: I see that the cooky has dissapeared and has been replaced with a crudely constructed straw mock up.

Norbaz: Damn, where the hell is this place...crap.  I'm sneaking around in this cold, strange and unfamiliar place...completely vulnerable...damn...I shouldn't sleep in the nude.

The half giant cooky begins sneaking around, knocking out guards as he goes, holding his hands in a very odd position to secure his more private areas, even when attempting a carwheel, which he fealt the need to do while sneaking past a guard for some reason...as the floor began lighting in octagonal patterns where he passed, he began thinking he may be in some bad parody...what did the captain call it, anachronism?

Norbaz: ****, I've been made...time to augment my stealth.

Using assassin magic, Norbaz becomes a semi viscous and formed fluid allowing him to slide about in greater silence, hopping to find a way out.  Soon, he comes to a set of doors.

Norbaz:...this is a joke, right.  Vrin is gonna pop out of nowhere with some punk teenager and that recording device and told me I've been pranked...right?  Or better, a dream...soon I'll wind up falling, and land in a field of black roses next to a mental dipiction of Andrea...right?....Sigh, this just isn't my night.

Satnak - Your damn right, get your pants on man!!!

Satnak - Lets go pantless wonder.

Satnak - I know full well you've been holding out on me mister 20 alarm.

Norbaz - That stuff is beyond weapons grade if it got loose it would be another day of mourning, I have nightmares about what happened to the other vial...

Satnak - Do honestly think I'd let anything happen to it until you were back on duty? well cooky mc pantless?

Satnak - No i just...

Satnak - You ready yet Andrea and MArish are causing a distraction, dissecting keanu j.

NOrbaz - Yeah i guess.

Norbaz and Satnak run through the halls as satnak drops a telepathic warning to abandon demi-plane. Most of the J's are unsure of what to do since they don't recognize her mental voice. Marish and Andrea join Norbaz and Satnak.

Marish - Yeah I was kinda expecting another rampage with the spiked armor.

Satnak - I have no Idea how Terra's pop got his hands on a bonding armor. It customizes itself to the wearer, and I slipped some new allows into its systems. From there it was just a matter of giving it a chance to adapt to my body and style. Any way here's our exit.

Satnak - Not an issue I've wanted to try this ever since I read about.

Onboard the FF II flying low over xendric waters.

Silence - Hey Chalky what you doing.

Chalky - I figured since we're out of Sahaguin I'd go fishing. Oh a bite, come here you.

A mighty struggle ensues, that is until chalky remembers he can simply stick the fishing rod in himself and hold it that way.

Up onto the deck a 4-armed sahaguin is pulled.  

Chalky - Here's you respirator mask, your shirt, and your waterproof insurance card. Now tie yourself to the line jump into the water and bring me salmon.

Silver:………What do you know that I don't?

An echoy voice drifts through the Forgotten Freedom.  It sounds as if it is made of screams, tortured souls across time forced to see that those around them live on no more thoughts than fear, each word the voice of a different being.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Volrath……what would you give if you could have your mother and sister back?……………Would you destroy the Silver Flame?……………………Would you cause the ones who hated you to die?  To suffer as you have suffered?"[/COLOR]

It continues drifting.  Some of the crew can't hear it, but they feel it's sadness and its anger.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Terra………………you have already shown you are willing…………………Help me……………Help me destroy those who hate……………"[/COLOR]

Norbaz's chilli heats up 50 alarms as the voice reaches it.  Some bodies that Andrea hasn't gotten to yet animate on their own, energized by the pain.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Jarlot…………………………………Would you give anything?…………………………………Do you wish your family to be together?…………………I feel it…………in your past……………Would you destroy those who caused the war?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]"It does not matter………………I shall have control of what I seek………………………………………………through any means…………………………"[/COLOR]

Satnak - Ok lets see while whatever's left of the League of Jerks is planning their counter I'll need to Find Y/R/P.

Kithle - OK people here are the Plans for this time around, Caralot thanks for getting the Squirrels those trained Ocelots, and those tiny saddles. Sa'vor Try not to kill them, Satnak Your on Sakura detail. Terra Kanatash keep that little bugger Volrath out of the way Please, contrary to popular belief I don't enjoy sucking out peoples spinal columns.

Shadow: I am a very special part. Remember? You made me to keep secrets. Plans you didn't want other to get from reading your mind. You subsonciously make store the plans in me until the time is right. Just be assured, you are not submitting.