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Jarlot: Just to remind everyone, I am the person here with the most military experience.
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(Sa'vor stands staring over the deck, Terra and Lisa stand next to him. Slip is somewhere in the shadows)
  
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Kithle: So you fought in the Last War, big deal.
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'''Lisa''': Well, it looks like you slitting that old guy's throat in his sleep has been redeemed.  
  
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Jarlot: PFFFT! The Last War was piddling compared to my MMORPG experience.
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'''Sa'vor''': Indeed
  
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Kithle: Your what now?
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'''Lisa''': And possibly all your other evil acts
  
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Jarlot: Ah, those were the days...
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'''Sa'vor''': Indeed
  
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'''Terra''': Doesn't that make for an alingment change? you've just commited a good and selfless act to save the world.
  
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Five Years ago
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'''Sa'vor''': Protecting the crew and trying to stop law taking over the world?
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A group of stereotypical adventuring dressed Andrea (Wizard), Jarlot (Fighter), Tifa (Female fighter), Aerith (Cleric), and Stupid (Barbarian) are present
 
  
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Jarlot: Okay, basically here's what we do. We work to clean out this dungeon here and build up gold, EXP, and magical items from what they've collected then we wait for it to regenerate. We repeat this process a bit until we can move on to the next dungeon level.
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'''Terra''': Yes
  
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Stupid: You F*** F*****! Who put you in charge! I came here to kick some ass! CHARGE!
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'''Lisa''': So that means you're good now...
  
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Jarlot: Andrea?
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'''Sa'vor''': Oh Khyber
  
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Andrea: FIREBALL!
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(Suddely theres a bright flash of white light that engulfs Sa'vor. it clears, and before them stands Sa'vor once again, but he's changed drastically. now he stands in robes of pure white, his colourless eyes emit a feeling of serenity and peacefulness. the armour slightly visible beneath the robes has changed as well. instead of being black and jagged its transferred to being silver and elegeant with gold details, the ruby that once marked its chest has vanished replaced with a shimmering diamond. his torque now bears two Sapphires instead of rubies. dangling form his belt is a glowing silver holy symbol. the runes on his armour and skin have changed becoming Irial runes.)
  
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Stupid: *is killed*
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'''Terra''': Sa'vor?
  
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Jarlot: Okay, now that is over with let's work out our plan...
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'''Sa'vor''': (blinks) Yes?
  
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*Another Stupid suddenly appears*
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'''Terra''': What just happened?
  
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Stupid 2: You f***ing team killer!
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'''Sa'vor''': I am not sure, but now, instead of hatred and darkness my soul is filled with a supreme love and respect of all life. I feel that I am in capable of cold blooded murder any more.
  
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Tifa: I'm on it.
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'''Terra''': Can you change back?
  
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*shoots her bow several times into Stupid*
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'''Sa'vor''': (thinks a moment) I am afraid I do not want to, I am disgusted by the twisted and evil person I once was. Wielder of dark arts that frightened even the most experienced black magician. I'm still capable of wielding such weapons but only in pursuit of good.
  
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Jarlot: Everytime he regenerates, just kill him again.
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'''Lisa''': So your redeemed now?
  
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Stupid 3: F****ing CAMPER!
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'''Sa'vor''': I am now redeemed, I follow the path of light and bear the mark of life. I must take my leave of you, I believe that there is much thinking I must do.
  
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Aerith: So I deal with the healing as you fight, we retreat until heal again, then move in again to the next room?
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'''Slip''': That was weird
  
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Jarlot: Yeah, take everything. We can trade it back at our guild.
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'''Lisa''': Well... at least I'm not the only lawful good member of this ship now
  
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Illithid: Hey, you guys going to be long? We've got a whole host of mind controlled orcs, giant bats, and stockpiled all of our stuff in here. Some of us have jobs you know.
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'''Terra''': Still, he could cause problems
  
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Jarlot: Just keep your damn...err...robes on.
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'''Slip''': I doubt it, he's was a violent murderer before, so now he's a pacifist.  
  
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Stupid: HA! I'm a Dark Elf now so you can't treat me like the other characters!
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(In the back ground a redshirt bursts into laughter at seeing Sa'vor, reckoning that this pacifist is weak, he attacks. only to be knocked sprawled onto the floor from a blast of arcane energy)
  
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Andrea: Fireball!
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'''Slip''': Then again...
  
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Stupid: B****!
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'''Lisa''': We should keep an eye on him
  
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Andrea: Aerith, I'd appreciate if you stopped reincarnating him.
 
  
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Jarlot: Okay, let's move! GUILD OF THE BIG DAWGS AWAY!
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(Ten minutes later below deck, Sa'vor walks/stumbles across a large group of deamon worshippers, Sa'vor notes the human sacrifice they have perpared and raises a silver gauntleted hand. in it apears a mind blade of silver light.
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the cultists turn and see Sa'vor.)
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'''Cultist 1''': Yo, Sa'vor, want to help us sacrifice a human?
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'''Cultist 2''': Wow, what's the matter with your clothes dude?
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'''Sa'vor''': Vile demon worshippers, lay down your weapons and repent
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'''Cultist 1''': You're joking right?
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(Sa'vor prepares a ligthning bolt)
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'''Cultist 2''': I don't think he is
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(The lightning bolt turns cultist one to ash, cultist two gets ready to run but is too slow. he gets decapitated by a thrown mind blade. Sa'vor raises a holy symbol and the black and twisted ones of the cultists turn to dust. he frees the sacrifice and lets it free. He then utters a prayer for penance for killing)
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'''Aureon''' : Hey, Dol!
  
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Kithle: *stares in horror*
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'''Dol Dorn''' : What!?
  
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Jarlot: Yeah, we cleaned out like fifty dungeons before we finally got the ship. Of course I blew all the gold on ressurections, some bad trade, oh and the usual pleasures. The game stopped being fun when all those damned munchkins and their farming started popping up though.
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'''Aureon''' : My cabinet of souls caught on fire and fell over, you know what that means, right?
  
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Terra: That's the dumbest lie I've ever....Kithle?
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'''Dol Dorn''' : Oh, hell...
  
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Kithle: You're responsible for the GREAT PURGE of the Illithid race!?
 
  
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Aerith: See, I told you dungeons didn't regenerate!
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'''Sa'vor''' : Hello, small cute and fuzzy mammal, let me pet you. I think I shall hug you, and pet you, and name you George. Wow, being at one with the universe is more fun than I thought.
  
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Jarlot: He got off lucky compared to the Dark Elves. That was before they let people play them and then they were in every party.
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'''John''' : Well, enjoying yourself Sa'vor?
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Kithle - Tifa eat something!!! Here Water. Satnak you a make sure she gets ready for a fight light meals and Mineral water for the whole crew until the show down we need to be at peak. This means no booze.
 
  
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Crew - NEVER
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'''Sa'vor''' : John! It is most wonderful to see you on this brilliant afternoon! How are you doing?
  
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Kithle - (Points to Death paper and and Sa'vor) You were saying?
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'''John''' : I'm fine. How about you? You seem very peaceful.
  
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Crew - Nvm
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'''Sa'vor''' : I am enjoying the sunset! I never knew that it could be so colorful! Now I know why you've chased so hard after enlightenment you've found!
  
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Kithle - Okay satnak, terra, sa'vor, tifa, and silence you 5 are in charge of holding the bastard in place. Pholly/ie i want you and the artificers working on ways of suppressing this criiters powers. Aerith, Jeala any and all info is helpful. Everyone else will be assisting the ficers and efforts to suppress the critters powers at long range. Feal-theas take the minions and hide. You guys aren't ready for this kind of crap. Death paper you go with them if anyone tries to sneak past you slice their apendages off. Redshirts will be used as shields as per standard operational Procedure. Satnak Do not use fatal levels of Zorching.
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'''John''' : I'm not enlightened. I try, but I am not fit to teach others. Perhaps one day I will be. That doesn't matter. Enjoy the sunsets, breathe the air, laugh, cry, what have you. The important thing is just to be.
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'''Sa'vor''' : TAKE ME AS YOUR DISCIPLE!
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'''Kithle''' : Kanatash, why did you drive Sa'vor insane?
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'''Kanatash''' : I have to have a reason?
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'''Kithle''' : He just asked the keel to take him as his disciple.
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'''Kanatash''' : Crikey... umm... Yeah... That wasn't me.
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'''Kithle''' : Oh... Why don't I believe you? Oh yeah, YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING TO DRIVE EVERYBODY INSANE!
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'''Kanatash''' : Mmm... Yeah, but at least I'm honest about it.
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'''Kithle''' : Hmmm... Alright, you're off the hook, but...
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'''Kanatash''' : What?
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'''Kithle''' : "Crikey"? Have you been watching Klaz's TV show?
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'''Kanatash''' : I... SHUT UP!
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'''Kanatash''': In my defense I was looking for new material for my little experiments with the redshirts and Klaz is clearly out of his mind. I was hoping to find out what caused him to lose his mind in the first place so I could repeat it.
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'''Norbaz''': Thanks for the wash-off Terra... OH SWEET KHYBER, THE LETTER!
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Norbaz runs off below deck leaving a dust trail after image of himself in his wake.
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'''Terra''': That was... odd.
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'''Jarlot''': I still give the Sword thing a 6.5. It just lacked... panache.
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'''Ketler''': You gave the finale to Angel a 6.5! There's no such thing as epic enough with you.
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'''Jarlot''': Transformers the Movie....
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'''Ketler''': I disavow that movie from Transformers continuity....
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'''Jarlot''': HOW THE HELL DO YOU DISREGARD....
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(The bickering continues)
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'''Ketler''': I give an 8.5
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'''Jarlot''': I point out that we're using the Olympic grading scale also.
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'''Ketler''': Yes, very pleasing performance.
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'''Roosevelt''': I wish you all death.
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If we look deep within the magic of the binding swords (OOC: Severed of Souls? IC): we find the husk of what was once a proud Rakshasa Rajah, Sutekh, now seemingly stripped of all existential power and simply existing because it will one day be needed… for who knows what reason. There is no sign of Cheese.
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Yet if a threat of shadow is followed, followed through a plane made up of the base element of darkness, the infinite of non-existence, we find our mind's eye among a nebula of buzzing thoughts. We are in someone's mind at the very existential level. There are two blobs here, one small and black, another larger and silver.
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'''Silver''': Well that didn't work very well.
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'''Black''': You just had to go into your "The world needs to be cleansed of evil" phase again?
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'''Silver''': I can't help it. You try listening to the prayers of millions of humans, and some dwarves, and a few elves, etc., for hundreds of years and listen to them whine on about how "The problem with today's generation…" or "In my day people didn't go around stealing from each other…" and not want to smack them upsdie the head and say "HELLO? Things have ALWAYS been this bad! Did I tell you to go purge all the lycanthropes? I think I merely suggested that lycanthropes were a problem, and that it could be solved with an application of extra-strength wolfbane?", and of course there's my rakshasa body going "Kill! Be Evil! Serve the cause of Pain and Suffering!", and this self-righteous bird-snake going "Kill the demons!" every time I try to suggest being nice to them so that maybe they'll see for a second that they're not all that different and that being Good HAS A FEW ADVANTAGES!
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'''Black''': No wonder you made Jaela so hot.
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'''Silver''': I had to do something to entertain myself!
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'''Kithle''': Rofl... Sa'vor... hahahahahaha... a good guy... hahahahahaha
  
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Satnak - AWWWWWWWWWW. I wanna wipe out something big, no hard feelings lisa.
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'''Keal-thas''': I'm worried
  
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Lisa - EEK
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'''Kithle''': I'll fix it ... Now is the perfect time to eat his brain!!! *drools*
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Terra and Kithle - NO bad satnak, no genocide for you.
 
  
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Satnak - Fine you bloody tyrants
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'''Keal-thas''': Sweet Macchiavelli that look means trouble.
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Jeala - Maybe the demon wiping them out is worth it.
 
  
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Kithle - Vrin get klaz healed... um you know screw it he needs a ressurection. Aerith your up.  
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'''Kithle''': Ah, so you finished that outworld literature I snagged from Ketler.
  
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NJ26 - *whispers to Jeala* one more stunt like this and I will kill you sister or not
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'''Keal-thas''': Most of us are, it's hard with only one copy of each though.
  
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Jeala - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SCARY NINJA LADY
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'''Kithle''': Yeah well my paycheck isn't big enough to bribe Ketler for extras, copy them down yourselves.
  
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Jarlot - aha! proof I'm not the only one who sees Jingo she can't be a figment if somebody sober saw her.
 
  
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Jeala - Who's Jingo I was talking about the scary lady who looks like mom's old gradutaion portrait.
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The silver blob is floating in the same space as one of the spaces the thoughts fly through.
  
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Jarlot - What no Jingo's a goblin.
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'''Silver''': Uh-oh.
  
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Micheal - Yeah Cap needs to lay off the booze.
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'''Black''': You made a mistake?
  
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Lisa - He meant you too MIcheal.
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'''Silver''': For having helped bind me, Sa'vor has been turned to good.
  
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Micheal - awww crap.
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'''Black''': And the problem is?
  
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Jarlot - When did we all start taking orders from the Flayer?
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'''Silver''': Well, he has now asked to be John the keel's disciple.
  
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Kithle - I dunno... HOW ABOUT EVER SINCE I STARTED PULLING YOU PEOPLE'S COLLECTIVE ARSES OUT OF THE FIRE AS A CAREER. DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE I MIMICKED ANYBODY FOR FUN?!? A FREAKING YEAR!! I GET 10 MINUTES WITH THIS DEMON OF LIGHT I'M GONNA BREAK HIS SENSE OF SELF INTO SO MANY PIECES THAT THE ONLY WAY TO REPRESENT IT IS A CHARISMA OF ONE OVER INFINITY!!!
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'''Black''': I still fail to see the problem.
  
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Igor - Mather I thing ith mighth be a gooth ithea tho looth intho gething thithle some more thacathion thime.
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'''Silver''': Oh, wait, rewinding reality. Apparently he ripped apart some demon worshippers.
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Cheese: It's getting close, people.
 
  
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Sa'vor: I've been researching this demon. I believe it is a Rakasha Rajah named Sutekh.
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'''BIG GIANT VOICE''': AND HE THINKS HE NEEDS TO BE GOOD TO DO THAT? WHAT'S THE POINT OF BEING GOOD IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO BE ALL HONORABLE? IT'S JUST NOT FUNNY! THAT'S WHAT I CAN'T STAND ABOUT MILITANT GOOD PEOPLE: THEY'RE SO WHINY ABOUT HOW GOOD IT IS NOT TO BE EVIL AND YET THEY GO AND BE EVIL WITHOUT FLINCHING!! OKAY, NOW WE HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM.
  
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Cheese: If it was only a Rajah I wouldn't be concerned. This was no ordinary demon that got sealed in the flame: this was the demon of teenage rebellion.
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'''Black''': I see you're back.
  
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Kithle: You can't be serious.
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'''BIG GIANT VOICE''': I NEVER LEFT, EVEN THOUGH I WAS GONE. YOU TWO MUST RETURN THERE AND MESS SOMETHING UP. I NEED A GOOD LAUGH.
  
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Cheese: That's why hundreds of years having to listen to the Silver Flame was a bad idea. It's become like a teen who's been booted through military school and come out the other side a kiss-a**.
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'''Silver''': And Sa'vor?
  
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Kithle: How can you tell where he is? I can't sense a thing.
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'''Black''': You know we can't touch him. He's controlled by another Entity of Existence.
  
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Sa'vor: Neither can I or Kantash.
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'''Silver''': Oh, and I won the bet.
  
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Cheese: I'm not tracking it by trying to read its mind or magical signature. I can sense were any light source on Eberron is, and a being composed of pure flame qualifies.
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'''Black''': Fine. You get to be the animal next time.
  
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Kithle: How?
 
  
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Cheese: I am a being of pure shadow. Therefore I am linked to all shadow anywhere. Shadow runs from the light. So it's basically like knowing the really scary brusier is coming by how fast the bumbs at the bar clear out.
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Volrath looks down on a list in his hand
  
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Jarlot: So how fast is this thing coming?
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Thing I want to do before I become Daelkyr
  
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Cheese: Well, since we aren't that far from Thrane, and we're not moving due to the fact that the ship still isn't repared—
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1) (crossed off) Save the world.
  
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Roosevelt: It's not my fault anymore. Ketler is the one who deals with the engines.
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2) (crossed off) Become more mature.
  
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There is a *vrooooooooom* sound, and the FF lifts into the air. Finally.
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3) Make amends with my father.
  
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Roosevelt: I guess sticking the door to his secret Jaela stash did the trick.
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4) Have a three-way with Japanese twins.
  
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Jaela: Flamekeep is only an hour away by flight.
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5) Hunt down Renal Drunhoon.
  
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Cheese: —and because it increases dramatic tension, we've got an hour.
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6) Torture him in every fashion possible, rinse, dry, repeat.
  
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Jarlot: An hour?
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7) Find the one who calls himself Bondjamesbond.
  
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Cheese: We're operating under narrative rules. Reality doesn't apply if it makes things less interesting.
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8) Get one last kiss from (name is smudged out)
  
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Jarlot: Well, then maybe we can have a drink…
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'''Volrath''' : Wow, haven't looked at this in awhile. Who was that person in number 8?
  
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Cheese: Remember, everyone, this thing is pure Law and Good. It's immune to any magic or similar from a Chaotic or Evil source.
 
  
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Kithle: Magic circle against chaos and evil?
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'''Squishy''': All right, now that the most current world destroying menace is gone, I have the report you wanted.
  
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Cheese: But concentrated so many times that it's like a mirror. If you think you can survive your own power than you can at least try to distract it. I haven't reviewed my notes on this power, but you might not even be able to get near enough to hit it. Now I'm going to need something from you, Kantash, and Sa'vor.
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'''Terra''': Oh, thanks.
  
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Three Übers: Yes?
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She scans over the document, looking rather displeased.
  
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Cheese: I need you to set up a shield around a chamber on this ship, a shield which I can raise and lower but not anyone else. I has to be completely impenitrible, even by you guys. Oh, and NJ 26 will be with me for this operation. Don't ask questions and no one read our minds after this.
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'''Terra''': (muttering) Bastards...
  
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Klaz: Hey Cheese! I've got a cracken idea—
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'''Squishy''': As you can see, your suspicions were well-founded.
  
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Cheese: Already had it. Go ahead, I've got something else planned.
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'''Terra''': Looks like I'll have to pay them a visit...
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And so it Begins
 
  
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Jarlot : Slip, even though you don't exist, BANK STARBOARD!
 
  
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Slip :Uh, thats twords the monster.
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(later)
  
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Jarlot : Then turn to the OTHER starboard! It's reaching for us!
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'''Terra''': Hey, Captain.
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Kithle : Alright, so we're 5000 feet in the air right now, correct?
 
  
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Ketler : A little more actually.
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'''Jarlot''': Yeah?
  
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Kithle : So if we drop Norbaz's new 15 alarm chili on it from this height...
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'''Terra''': I know it's a little short notice, but could you drop me off in Sharn?
  
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Ketler : Well, the fall will kill the chili for sure, but I'm pretty sure this thing has acid and fire resist through the wazoo. And damage reduction.  
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'''Jarlot''': Now? We still have psycho-good Sa'vor to deal with.
  
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Kithle : What about if we modify it so it does cold and electricity instead?
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'''Terra''': I know, but I can't really do much with that, and I have a rather urgent errand to attend to.
  
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Ketler : So, a -15 Alarm Chili?
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'''Jarlot''': Fine, we'll stop there tomorrow.
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Klaz : Look et this magnificent brute! Get a close up Vrin, especially on those glowing eyes. Now, this is what we call a rakshasa Raja. Say it with me kiddies, you too Vrin.
 
  
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Vrin : Rakshasa Raja.
 
  
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Klaz : Good! Now these thin's used to rule all of eberron back in the dawn of time. These things are the spawn of Khyber, one of the progenator dragons. They're pretty powerful. Now this sucka is a fine specimen, mates. I'm going to try to touch him. I'm a trained expert, so don't try this at home kiddies.
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(even later)
  
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Vrin : Are you insane? You're going to try to touch the damn thing? Isn't, like, essentially divine? ARE YOU CRAZY?
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'''Terra''': A moment, Kithle.
  
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Klaz : Crazy like a fox. I got the picture.
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'''Kithle''': Sure.
  
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Vrin : Err... What?
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'''Terra''': I'll be stopping by my headquarters tomorrow. I know I promised to show you around, but you'll be busy with Sa'vor and I need to go now.
  
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Klaz : Y'know, mate, the Jaela picture. I made copies. Do you really think I wouldn't? I mean, at worst, it's blackmail material on the head of a church!
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'''Kithle''': You forget, I can project an image of myself pretty much anywhere I want.
  
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Vrin : Oh... THAT picture....
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'''Terra''': That'll work, too.
  
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Klaz : After all, this thing is a teenager...
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'''Kanatash''': Kithle, I would advise against sucking Sa'vor's brain. He is still a valuable asset to your Illithid empire. You should never wantonly destroy such a resource.
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Sutekh : Why does nobody like me? I'm so alone! I'm going to cry about it and listen to Dashboard Confessional!
 
  
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'''Kithle''': I know, but I really wanted to. I've always wondered what a half-dragon/half-vampire/elf/whatever's brain would taste like.
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Dol Dorn : Arawai, you might want to get over here...
 
  
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Arawai : What?
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'''Kanatash''': If it's that big of a deal I'm sure Ketler can rig something up with a cloning machine.
  
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Dol Dorn : Look
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'''Kithle''': Good point. I suppose this means we have to turn him evil again.
  
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Arawai : Oh, Sutekh's back. We should go say hi. Wait... Is that the- oh hell.
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'''Kanatash''': Yeah, and I've already have a couple of ideas about what to do with him. However I want to wait a little while first.
  
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'''Kithle''': Why? I'll admit he is certainly no threat to us, but his goodness and gumdrops attitude is insufferable.
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Silence : Lisa, what do you think, Hot ot Not?
 
  
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Lisa : Umm... Excuse me?
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'''Kanatash''': True, but our dear Sa'vor has undergone an alignment shift, nothing more. (evil smile) This means while he is good he's still a vampire and by my figures his need to feed should hit in the next day or so...
  
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Silence : Sutekh, hot or not?
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'''Kithle''': (equally evil smile) I think I see where this is going. I concure, it should be highly amusing watching our new goody-goody Sa'vor struggle between the insane bloodlust and his new morals.
  
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Lisa : You're kidding me. Please say you're joking.
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'''Kanatash''': Decisions of that kind will drive most individuals mad and you know how much I love that kind of spectacle.
  
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Silence : OMG, did you see that? He, like, totally popped a little girl and her kitten in the cutest way! The blood spatter was so artful! I am so going to ask him out. Do you think he'll say yes? Now, I want your honest opinion...
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'''Kithle''': And you keep saying I'M a bastard.
  
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Norbaz fits the helmet on his head, and then hefts in one hand his dessicating dagger, and in the other, a Magma Red Murlonds Spoon.
 
  
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Ketler: Okay, the modified spoon should instead of making poridge, make your chili, it has all the alarm settings. You sure about this?
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'''Terra''': I shouldn't be gone long, but if Sa'vor snaps before I get back, be sure to get footage of it.
  
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Norbaz: If I just use self buffing magic and psionics, there won't be back lash for attacking it magically. All I gotta do is take my time and get into position after Klaz gets him with the picture. This should stall him long enough for Cheese's plan.
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'''Kanatash''': Can do. I was planning on getting some anyway. I want to save the image of this goody two-shoes going all evil for posterity. And possibly blackmail.
  
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Ketler: Alright. I'll monitor the situation from here, the modifications to the helmet may not work, mixing magic and psionics in a single item may be unstable. Scratch that, it is unstable.
+
'''Kithle''': Isn't that Norbaz's Schtick?
  
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Norbaz: That's what I'm counting on, remember, if it comes down to it, detonate my helmet.
+
'''Kanatash''': Who do you think gave me the recorder?
  
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Ketler: I know. I still think this is a bad idea.
 
  
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Norbaz: Alot of things are.
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'''Chalky''': Hey Sa'vor
  
−
Norbaz heads in the opposite direction of the deck.
+
'''Sa'vor''': greetings
  
−
Ketler: Where are you going.
+
'''Chalky''': Hey can I bum a few scales, you know I've always wanted to try to see what colors those would make.
  
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Norbaz: Just to drop off a letter.
+
'''Sa'vor''': I don't see the harm, let me ju... AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH
  
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Ketler: You don't expect to live through this.
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'''Chalky''': Thanks (scampers off)
  
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Norbaz: I'm throwing myself in stealth melee against a god...I have no delusions of grandure. Best case scenario as far as I see it is that I die in a way where my soul isn't eradicated.
+
'''Sa'vor''' (minus most of his skin): that was unnessesary roughness.
  
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Ketler: Alright...so potentially ceasing to exist is enough to finally get your courage to say something up.
+
'''Kithle''': I can't believe he didn't kill you on spot!!
  
−
Norbaz: Yeah, fat lot of good it does me, but maybe I just need to let something out.
+
'''Chalky''': I find that audacity and brutality can shock even the mightiest and most jaded of beings. Plus I really do want to try some paints with these, so I decided to stock while I have the chance. If he ever comes after I was trying to shock him back, okay.
  
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The half giant walks down the corridor towards a door he has been nervous standing before in the past. Calmly he slides an envelope under its frame before heading for the deck to join Klaz and Vrin. The letter is addressed in caligraphy "Andrea".
+
'''Kithle''': Okay, then I'll just take this faded patch.
−
The dramatic moment has finally come. A silver glow appears on the horizon, and despite all attempts at avoidance the demon arrives on schedule. Surprisingly there isn’t much fanfare at his arrival: no line of flames marking his passage, no halo or bright hair, no music or even sound for that matter. He just floats above and to one side of the Forgotten Freedom.
 
  
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The best of the crew is arrayed against him, holding whatever weapons or redshirts they have and clad in just about anything. Only five are missing: Cheese, NJ 26, and Silence, plus Klaz and Vrin who are hiding under the main hatch ready to jump out and assault the demon with the Jaela pictures. It is a tense moment, made all the more tense by the crews recognition that this is no time for banter or verbal sparring.
+
'''Kanatash''': I'm never gonna let him live this down. That scene alone is worth a century or two at least.
  
−
The demon looks down and grins. And this is not just a villainous grin: it is the grin of the most sadistic of beings, the kind of grin that makes the zealous inquisitor’s cruel smile seem like your best friend after you've made a good joke. It's not helped by his wardrobe: its all in silver, pants, jacket, shoes, every piece of it like what a teen might wear and yet none of it has a real cool style. His hair and face are the same way: maybe they once had some resemblence to the look that adolescents covet, but now somehow it had become corrupted by purity. No one…no one…could look upon him at not have some twinge of doubt as to whether Evil and Chaos didn't have a place in the world.
 
  
−
Slowly the demon lowered himself onto the deck, right next to the main hatch. Not one of the crew moved to stop him.
+
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'''Kithle''': Now in exchange for getting the gold to rebuild the Cloning machine you gotta promise not to clone any crew with names after this, redshirts are okay, and no Jaelas. I will hurt you if I see so much as one extra Jaela.
  
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Zlaz: Ready mate?
+
'''Ketler''': Yeah yeah, threats of fates worse than death.
  
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Vrin never got a chance to respond.
+
Kithle drops patch of Sa'vor skin into machine, Ketler hits lever (ever notice how many K's end up in this crews' names) Machine smokes and whistles like something out of a b movie.  
  
−
Sutekh: No one knows what it's like to be me, man!
+
'''Kithle''': the spinny gadget on top was too much, but nice use of smoke machines.
  
−
Suddeenly it was as if the world had no meaning. Existance itself seemed to waver and peel back, revealing the cruel nothingness that was the true state of the universe. There was no protection against it: not Norbaz's helmet, not Kithle's great mind, not Kantash's madness, nor the terror that Sa'vor had once endured. Nothing was as powerful as hundreds of years of pent-up teenage angst focused through the lense of rightious fury. There had never been a combination like it before, and if the demon was not stopped there wouldn't be anything afterwards.
+
'''Ketler''': Everybody's a critic.
  
−
There was no one to stop him as he burned open the deck and made his way down.
+
An unsteady Sa'vor clone walks out of the billowing smoke and is promptly lobotomized.
−
Kithle - Fortunately for you people my powers allow me to even screw with my apparent alignment. Now: Behold the power of Creation shadows of the realm primeval arise, shadows that spawned the gods arise, Shadows from the dawn of time ARISE. Bind this foe in Primordial might and unveil the might of creation, Souls of the multiverse Arise, trap the demon within the shadows veil, Eldritch forces of the realm bind this circle and overwhelm, strength of gods that we have slain bind this mark with your pain, I set my mind unto this bind, i set my heart unto this art.
 
  
−
Kithle is now the center of a whirling vortex from which invisible forces extend their reach searching for the former Rajah.
+
'''Kithle''': My word that was exquisite.
  
−
Cheese - Theres the shield's base and binding ok the rest of you better start helping him.
+
'''Ketler''': This is not going to end well. No way this is not going to end in pain. My question is though how did you get Norbaz to pay for all this?
−
Kithle, had used all the souls of the world in his portion of the sheild, is able to seek out those who died as angsty teens and bind them temporarily to the spirits of the crew that had heard the emo of the demon. With the temporary shield of peer sympathy the demon's power has an opposite effect on the crew. They find it empowers them, giving them the strength to stand and go after Sutekh.
 
  
−
The crew races down the corridors, with Kithle in the lead tracking. For some time they find nothing. Finally however Kithle senses the demon…in the same room as Cheese, NJ 26, and Silence. He races to the scene.
+
'''Kithle''': I offered him the secret to an ingredient guaranteed to add at least 2 alarms to his Chili.  
  
−
He finds the demon standing before NJ 26 and Cheese. There is a gleam in the demon's eye that seems reserved for Cheese alone. Yet it doesn't notice the black-gloved hands sneaking out of the darkness behind it until someone whispers "Come'ere, hot stuff" and the demon is yanked into the room behind before the shield goes up.
+
'''Ketler''': (stares at corpse) I wish I could muster up some shock. At least it's only until this one runs out cloning a clone is asking for trouble and I doubt Sa'vor will stay like this too long.  
  
−
Cheese turns to Kithle.
+
'''Kithle''': Yeah that's why I'm gonna tell Satnak too.
  
−
Cheese: Nice work on defusing the emo. I thought you might use the "all the souls of the multiverse" spell.
+
'''Ketler''': Ok now impressed. Kithle you bastard.
  
−
Kithle (****** off): You could have told us beforehand! I don't even remember my own teens being that bad! I mean, why didn't I read it in your mind?
 
  
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Cheese: You did. You compartmentalized it. You're so good even you forget sometimes.
+
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 +
Defeated, the warforged once known as Stupid/Scholar mopes about a cell in the brig along with Phollie. Suddenly the warforged straightens with a new look of evil genius on his face. Anyone looking reeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllll close would have noticed that one of his eyes flashed black and the other silver.
  
−
As the info is once again accessed by his mind, Kithle relaxes. But he stares at NJ 26.
+
'''Warforged''': Phollie, are pondering what I'm pondering?
  
−
Kithle: Um…shouldn't you be behind the shield?
+
'''Phollie''': I think so, friend—
  
−
Cheese: Don't be silly. Did you think a naked Jaela would stop a demon with a stick up his butt?
+
'''Brain''': Call me Brain.
  
−
Kithle: But, then………he's behind the shield—
+
'''Phollie''': I think so, Brain, but they don't have Twinkies in this dimension.
  
−
Cheese: With Silence. Getting in touch with an emo fan-girl.
+
'''Brain''': No you long-faced short-brain, we must prepare for tonight.
  
−
Kithle: You said we had to corrupt him.
+
'''Phollie''': Why, Brain, what are we going to do tonight?
  
−
Cheese floats up until he can look Kithle right in the eyes.
+
'''Brain''': The same thing we do every night, Phollie. Try to convert Ninja Jaela………into PIRATE JAELA!
  
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Cheese: That's what's going on in there: a combination of law and good is being treated to the most powerful force for rebellion in known existance. Why waste power trying to show the thing evil when we can get it to do the whole job for us?
+
'''Chorus''': They're Phollie… they're Phollie and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, dodle-le-do-do—
  
−
Kithle considers this for a moment. He puts together all the knowledge of the teen years of the crew. Fortunately he has the wisdom not to look at it. Nor the need.
+
'''Phollie''': But we've never done that before.
  
−
Kithle: It's not………a very evil plan.
+
'''Brain''': *bonks Phollie over the head with a closed fist*
  
−
Cheese: What's more evil: being obviously evil, or cheating?
 
−
Just then the shield fails.
 
  
−
Cheese: Uh-oh.
+
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 +
Somewhere in Sharn, Terra and Kithle stand before a wall in a back alley...
  
−
Kithle: Didn't work?
+
'''Terra''': Here we are.
  
−
Cheese: That's what I get for not being an über.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': There's some pretty heavy duty magic in effect here. Illusion spells?
  
−
Kithle: Cheer up. You're not evil enough.
+
'''Terra''': To name one, yes. I rigged a system where you could only get in if it recognized you. Otherwise, any number of extraordinarily nasty things can happen. Unless, of course, you have magic immunity. Even then, you have to know where to look.
  
−
Cheese: I do have one consolation.
+
Terra goes up to the wall and places her hand on one of the off-colored bricks. The spell fades for a moment, revealing a door.
  
−
Kithle: That when the universe gets destroyed you'll finally get that rest you've been hoping for?
+
'''Terra''': Shall we?
  
−
Cheese: You see! I don't have that kind of power!
+
Passing through several more magical locks, they arrive in what can only be described as a small lobby. A few people walk about, but it is otherwise unremarkable. The receptionist looks up at them and immediately stands at attention.
−
Jaela: Sutekh is one of the most powerful of the Old Rajahs. The name means "Set", "Serpent", and is the reason for the host of serpentine imagery. He's the anti-Coatl.
 
  
−
Ketler: I thought he was the Lord of Emos.
+
'''Receptionist''': M-ma'am?! We were unaware of your arrival!
  
−
Jaela: Well you know how these god families are....whine...."Osiris is more loved than me! Wha wha wa!" It's all very tiresome.
+
The other people look up and freeze, mixed looks of fear and respect on their faces. Several nervous glances are directed at Kithle as well.
  
−
Ketler: Oh.
+
'''Terra''': Stand down, I'm just here for a quick inspection. Could you inform Greg I have returned?
  
−
*appears as a burning flaming tower of flame like a hurricane made of fire*
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Greg? Rather uninventive name...
  
−
Sutekh: Please, do you really believe I will be stopped by the pitiful attempts by you to corrupt my nature? I am purified of your pathetic concepts and hardened by the hosts of horrors that I witnessed when I was a Lord of all Depravity. I am immune to temptations of the flesh, mind, or soul. Five hundred years of immense torture where every single thought of my will was pain and insanity until it was filited, sifted, PULPED until at last I was a god. I have witnessed whole nations flayed alive and participated in acts so utterly debased as to crack your pathetic minds wide open.
+
'''Terra''': Generically named disposable henchmen, a step up from Redshirt. Makes it easier to keep track of them.
  
−
Cheeze: Time for a new plan.
+
She hands the receptionist a note as well. She reads it, bows, and runs off on her errand. They continue down the hall to her office, stopping before the door.
  
−
Sutekh: You are insects all of you. My time in the flame has purified me of my innately evil nature but I have come to see in the limitless burning flame that my kind has tainted your pathetic and ant-like minds with our nature. There can be no redemption for you lesser races. The universe must be started over anew. It will not be something that you will find painless. I shall draw forth your worst memories and your deepest weaknesses then these shall become manifest flame as I burn them from inside you.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Wow. You run a tight ship.
  
−
*A gigantic flaming Jackal like mass appears in the hurricane of fire*
+
'''Terra''': Looks can be deceiving...
  
−
Sutekh: I have brought forth the crusade against the lycanthropes and the burning of witches but I would not be free if not for mortal's desire to be delivered by me unto their annihilation. They shall call my massacres the rapturous burning of the light. It is not enough that you lesser beings, so mindlessly selfish and base, die at my hands like I have done the other sinful masses. You must first be broken and then made to recant your sins. Before you die....and I can make an eon of torturing your flesh and soul for your conversion....I will make you see the error of your ways and BEG for your release from torment to serve my cause.
+
Opening the door, Terra dodges three darts, a poisoned dagger, a bucket of acid, and counters several contigency spells, all with a sense of normalcy.
  
−
Ketler: He certainly is....verbose.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': What the hell was that all about?!
  
−
Sutekh: Kneel. Kneel before the will of Sutekh as I open up your mind to your childhood Ketler and show you that you deserved the punishments your father dealt unto you
+
'''Terra''': Oh, just the usual. I'm actually rather disappointed at their efforts this time.
  
−
Ketler: No...no....AHHHHHHHHH!
+
She walks over to the desk, purposely setting off more traps, then sits down.
  
−
*the inventor fell to the ground in a fetal ball screaming*
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Once I take care of business, I'll give you a tour.
  
−
Sutekh: Ha ha Ha ha ha....
 
  
−
Slip: KETLER!
+
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−
*The Forgotten Freedom struggles to keep ahead of the living cyclone that is Sutekh's body even as it lays a waste behind it stretching miles as it follows the Forgotten Freedom*
+
(Its midnight, the Forgotten Freedom is still docked in Sharn ( mainly becausev no one can touch them and its funny to see how edgy the watch gets) a black cloaked figure walks up the gangplank and stands before Sa'vor)
  
−
Jarlot: You gawd damned lousy second edition monster.
+
'''Sa'vor''': Greetings traveller
  
−
Sutekh: So the pitiful commander of this ragged collection of sinners comes forward. I should have expected you to be hiding with what I've heard of your courage pitiful Khyberspawn.
+
'''Black cloaked figure''': Greetings cousin
  
−
Jarlot: Look whose talking Jackal man. It's overpowered monsters like you that make me worry about Eberron avoiding FR overpowered monsters.
+
'''Sa'vor''': Tara?
  
−
Sutkeh: Your meaningless babble doesn't amuse Sutekh. Where shall I begin tearing your mind apart to reveal the debaseness inside?
+
'''Tara''': Yes
  
−
Jarlot: *starts climbing on the top of the ship's Ballista* You may be immortal but that doesn't mean we can't tear you down to your base matter and imprison the strips.
+
'''Sa'vor''': How did you find me? Its been at least thirty years since we last met,
  
−
Sutekh: Shall I open your mind up to the abuse of your childhood and its powerlessness as I am doing to so many of your crew? Perhaps I shall clog your mind with the atrocities you witnessed...and participated in...during the Great War. The screams of the dying that you struggle to drown out in your restless slumber with alcohol and cheap *****s.
+
'''Tara''': Tt has, I tracked you down by using detect magic, such a huge source of magic can't hide for long. I'm disgusted you've joined the light side, after everything they did to you.
  
−
Marish, Tifa, Aerith: We are not cheap!
+
'''Sa'vor''': All things can be forgiven
  
−
*they stare at one another*
+
'''Tara''': (projects memories) Like this?
  
−
Sutekh: I shall perhaps open your crew to realize the weakness of your heart and spirit and then burn every ounce of flesh from your bones before repairing it to begin again.....yes, that sounds like it will work nicely
+
(A juvenile Sa'vor cowers as a mob of children pelt stones at him screaming
 +
" Get the abomination", Sa'vor renembers the blood dripping from his face, the pure pain of their hatred)
  
−
Jarlot: *takes Michael's unholy avenger as it burns in his hands* Thanks Michael.
+
'''Sa'vor''': They were just children, children cannot understand that we are all equal inside
  
−
Michael: No problem.
+
'''Tara''': Well, what about this memory?
  
−
*Michael struggled to force away the painful guilt that was overflowing his heart, his blackguard will driving away the compulsion to commit suicide even as it was staggeringly powerful inside him*
+
(This time Sa'vors older, he starts to walk towards a village, an flaming silver arrow imbeds itself in his arm. he screams in agony and hits the floor writhing as its holy flames sear his tainted flesh. the same mob surrounds him and begins to beat him with sticks this time screaming
 +
" Weak, your tainted blood is weak" and " why don't you just end it, abomination?")
  
−
*Meanwhile, several redshirts burst into flame or undergo horrific tortures before their souls are ripped from their body and eaten by Sutekh as they become worshippers of it after only a little torture*
+
'''Sa'vor''': (Brushes a hand across the scar) Sometimes people are blinded by their faith
  
−
Jarlot: You aren't getting my ship.
+
Tara: Well, what about these memories passed down from our family line?
  
−
Sutekh: Prepare to know perdition.
+
(This image is older, seen through the eyes of a child being led away, dragons and elves attack and slaughter the members of house D'Vol. a lithe ranger is torn apart by dragon claws. mages are immolated by flame breath, beneath the childs feet lie the twisted and tortured bodies of the house D'Vol guards, some with flesh burned by acid. some just crumbling skeletons. before the child's eyes a guard is decapitated by an elven scimitar, the child sees her mother cut down and hacked apart by curved blades before she and a few others are teleported away.)
  
−
*Jarlot is launched into the air by the ballista.*
+
'''Sa'vor''': (Just catching on to the fact Tara's there) Wait... I saw you die, thirty years ago, in this very city. you and the rest of my family were cut down by paladins. I saw it. I saw the bloodshed, you were innocent, they were innocent. They where after me.  
  
−
Jarlot: LIMIT BREAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
+
'''Tara''': And we told them nothing, you are of our blood, you are part dragon, like us.
  
−
*the unholy avenger slashes down against the flesh of the nightmarish thing even as tears a scar across its body that burns with infernolike heat underneath it before a massive flaming hand emerges from the flames and bats Jarlot against the mast of the ship, the sound of cracking bone heard as Jarlot slids down it, unmoving*
+
'''Sa'vor''': How could paladins do that to innocent people? How can anyone justify slaughtering innocents for their bloodline. Killing twisted murderers is one thing, they broke the laws and are not protected by them. They deserve to be sent to death.
  
−
Aerith: JARLOT!
+
'''Tara''': You've been blinded by your alingment change, you believe there's good in everyone. there isn't, there's only death and pain and darkness. you may feel contented, you may feel calm, but you don't see the suffering anymore, you dont see what good ruling the world has done.
  
−
*Sutekh turned a bloodredish color in his fire like body*
+
'''Sa'vor''': It's true, I don't see
  
−
Sutekh: Pain shall be your only friend for a long time commander...
+
'''Tara''': Are you happy as one of white?
  
−
*Sutekh turns his flame onto Aerith even as....she doesn't burn while she protects the Captain*
+
'''Sa'vor''': I feel slightly happy....
  
−
Tifa: OOOO! THAT **** IS SCORING POINTS OFF ME! HAIL JARLOTPALLAZO!
+
'''Tara''': Do you feel the ecstasy of magic you used to?
−
Norbaz limps his way to the Captains quarters. When he arrives in the doorway he sees the thing that was once a Rakshasa Rajah hurling fire at Aerith and Jarlot. Tifa about to go on the offensive. The others were still up on deck, preparing for counter attack. Terra, Satnak, Kilthe, Savor, and Kanatash prepping one trully horrific counter measure. Norbaz opted to run interference. He saw Ketler on the ground in pain, and was able to get close enough to get the helmet's detonator off of him. Wasting no time, he drops his spoon and charges with his knife, expecting oblvion as he misses and his wrist is caught by the now annoyed god.
 
  
−
Sutekh: You dare try and backstab me, one of purity previously unbeknownst by this world?
+
'''Sa'vor''': I...
  
−
Norbaz: Save it, I had a craphshoot of an adolescence too. Suck it up and get over yourself.
+
'''Tara''': Do you?
  
−
Not hesitating, Norbaz leans in close as he says this, attempts and actually succeeds in connecting with a headbut as he activated the Detonator....
+
'''Sa'vor''': No, I don't, there is not joy in my magic. The only joy I ever felt... it's gone
  
 +
'''Tara''': And what is it traded for?
  
−
The Room burned white for a moment. Then filled with smoke. Sutekh stood laughing barely touched amongst the smoke as the helmet fell to the ground. The cooky, no where to be seen.
+
'''Sa'vor''': Calm and serenity, which I could have gained as one of the dark.  
−
Roosevelt, Cheese, and Igor sit around a table somewhere deep the the FF and play a game of cards.
 
  
−
Roosevelt: Sabacc!
+
'''Tara''': Remember my death? Remember the tortured screams of the last of the Vol line? Your brethren?
  
−
Igor: It'th tho nithe to be able to break the ruleth when the world ith about to come to an end.
+
'''Sa'vor''': I do.
  
−
An explosion rocks the ship, and a crewmember runs down the corridor yelling "The cooky's dead! Run for your lives!" A little later Lucky comes down the corridor, head in hands trying to block out the premonitions of doom.
+
'''Tara''': Do you renember the taste of blood ?
  
−
Cheese: I'd ask if you're okay, but since we're all about to not exist, I won't even bother.
+
'''Sa'vor''': I do
  
−
Lucky: How can you be so calm?! We're all about to burn in the fires of our own horrible existances!
+
'''Tara''': What do you feel for the paladins now?  
  
−
Roosevelt: You mean, worse than life?
+
'''Sa'vor''': I ... pity and hate them. I pity them for thier blinded arrogance. I hate them for thier acts of violence against the innocent. I want to .. destroy them beneath by boots. I want to wield the dark magics again. I want to bring an empire of fair and just treatment, where people follow the laws set down, where they are enforced once more. And I know now that it can only be done with evil
  
−
Lucky: Huh?
+
'''Tara''': Then all is as it should.
  
−
Roosevelt: We all go through our worst memories constantly. It's called "life". It sucks.
+
(Theres a sudden sphere of darkenss that consumes Sa'vor, when he reappears, his robes are gone, his armour returns. a black hood covers his face, his colourless eyes stare out with no compassion once more)
  
−
Cheese: Roosevelt is one of those people who is constantly aware of how bad his life is and is happiest when it is at its worst.
+
'''Sa'vor''': I'm back...  
  
−
Roosevelt: So what Sutekh is about to do to me is going to be the most fun I've ever had. So why worry?
+
'''Tara''': How does it feel?  
  
−
Cheese: And Igor over here has never had any horrible experiences, so he's immune. In reality I'm just the product of someone's imagination created as a filler for him during the Haz'rack game and therefore am not worried about pain.
+
'''Sa'vor''': I feel.. the pure hunger for knowledge and power, I feel the thirst for blood. I feel the hatred and the bloodlust, I feel the ecstasy of magic flowing through my viens.  
  
−
Igor: Bethideth, thomeone will thtop Thutekh.
+
'''Tara''': Then all is as it should be
  
−
Lucky: But I keep having premonitions of DOOM!
+
'''Sa'vor''': What's the real reason you found me, Tara?
  
−
Igor: It'th tradithionel.
+
'''Tara''': I discovered that someone raised Dra'vos, he's training himself to destroy you.  
  
−
Lucky considers this. As if his/her senses are suddenly attuned to a new awareness of what her/his existance truely is, the horrible feeling of doom doens't matter anymore.
+
'''Sa'vor''': Whom raised him?
  
−
Lucky: Wow, you guys are even better than John the keel.
+
'''Tara''': Errandis D'vol, our old relative.  
  
−
Cheese: Pull up a chair. We've got another round of forbidden context before Sutekh reaches us. We think we can fit in some Dungeons & Dragons.
+
'''Sa'vor''': how did you survive the attack?
−
Even as she aids in the counter measures, Terra finds her mind assaulted by Sutekh as he scours the ship for his next victim.
 
  
−
Sutekh: Another pitiful being attempting to stop me. Shall I show you the horrors you have buried?
+
'''Tara''': When they killed me it was an image they killed, my real self was on Mabar, where I contracted vampirism like you did. then I returned here after about ten years on Mabar, i've been searching for the magical vaults the whole time. I found them, just before you did, and embraced their knowlege. then I began to search for you
  
−
Terra: Try all you like. I stopped running from my past a long time ago.
+
'''Sa'vor''': It seems you've found me, what's your objective now?
  
−
Sutekh scours her mind for buried fears and doubts, but finds only one of any value. Not nearly enough to break her.
+
'''Tara''': To bring about this empire you dreamed of, to help you build this army
  
−
Sutekh: Impressive.
+
'''Sa'vor''': Yes, now that you're with us, nothing will stop our rise ....  
  
−
Terra: I do not need your compliments. You have nothing to work with. I have faced my past a hundred times over and lived to tell the tale. Your pathetic moaning only increases my resolve to see you brought low.
+
'''Tara''': Don't be so sure
  
−
Sutekh: Foolish mortal, your overconfidence is staggering.
+
Sa'vor: I know, I know. that's just the kind of traditional thing you say
  
−
Terra: Get over yourself, you whiny, selfish, arrogant little brat! The very act of claiming 'no one understands you' reveals you as the pitiful pile of scum you really are.
 
  
−
Sutekh: I will see your soul torn asunder for that!
+
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'''Projection of Kithle''': That was boring...
  
−
Terra: Leave my mind! I will not tolerate your presence any further!
+
'''Terra''': What was?
  
−
Having found Dooj, Sutekh leaves her mind, vowing to find her in person.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Sa'vor changed back. Just like that. No blood, no madness, nothing.
−
Under suhteks feet a rumbling crashing horror breaks through the floor boards.
 
  
−
Chalky - YOU ARE THE ONE RESPOSIBLE FOR THE FATE OF MY UNCLE GREYCLAW. THANKS TO YOUR PURGES HE DIED UPON A CRUCIFIX OF SILVER. I WILL REND YOU ASUNDER, IMMORTALITY ISN'T AN ADVANTAGE WHEN ALL YOU KNOW IS PAIN. ALL YOUR KNEECAPS ARE BELONG TO US.
+
'''Terra''': Well, at least you and Chalky got something out of it.
  
−
A thousand flailing claws, jaws, stingers, fists, horns, and tentacles grip the demi-god and slam it around ripping him to peices and smashing them to paste then proceeding to smear the paste as it tries to gather itself together.
+
At this time, there is a knock on the door, and a male human walks in.
  
−
Terra - Do we help?
+
'''Greg''': (nervously) You called for me?
  
−
Tifa - Can we?
+
'''Terra''': Ah, good timing. Kithle, this is Greg, one of my more promising underlings.
  
−
Satnak - Just help with kithle's costume.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': He certainly fits the look of a henchman...
  
−
Lisa - This would be easier if all the old pictures of pre-flame demon boy over there weren't so blurry.
+
'''Terra''': I left him in charge while I was away. But it seems that my faith was misguided.
  
−
Jeala - Sorry we always figured he was stuck in there.
+
'''Greg''': (his face goes pale) W-what? What do you mean by that?
  
−
Sa'vor - Hey this is the same shade chalky used on my face.
+
'''Terra''': You honestly thought you could steal from me and get away with it?
  
−
Lisa - Thats what happened to my extra bottle. If he wasn't saving our bacon I'd hammer him.
+
'''Greg''': Lies! I haven't done anything!
  
−
Tifa - Do seriously consider fighting that thing? I mean I had no idea the little shiffter was that scary when he shifted are you sure he's not an uberwere.
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'''Terra''': Silence, traitor!! I had an old friend of mine track you and your pathetic friends down. You hid your little scheme well, just not well enough.
  
−
Terra - Chalky is a changling warshaper. He's just abusing the morphic weapon ability and a a few size boosting potions.
+
'''Greg''': Squishy...
  
−
Kithle - Can any one see my tattos? no? good.
+
'''Terra''': Indeed. Your cohorts are already being rounded up. You know what happens to traitors here...
  
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Kithle stands His Visage has been transformed into that of Suhtek before he was bound by the flame.
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A look of terror consumes him and he bolts for the door. Before he gets there, Terra slams against the wall with a blast of Psionic energy.
  
−
Kithle - Lets see if this wimp can handle a little conversation with himself.
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'''Greg''': (now pinned against the wall) Ugh... h-how are you...
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Jarlot: I however personally have my own solution as well...
 
  
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Tifa: What's that?
+
'''Terra''': I have gained a great deal more power during my absence. Though it isn't entirely necessary to deal with the likes of you, it makes it that much more fun.
  
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Jarlot: *hefts up a glowing crystal with a fireball suspended inside it*
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Terra snaps her fingers and lets him down as two of her guards enter the room and take him away.
  
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Tifa: Spells suspended cannon balls?
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Nicely handled. The look on his face was priceless.
  
−
Jarlot: Andrea makes them in her spare time.
+
'''Terra''': It gets better. Wait till you see my punishment...
  
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Tifa: How are you going to get them on it.
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': We may have a new ally and a new enemy as well.
  
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Jarlot: Simple, I'm going to ram it.
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'''Terra''': Bussiness as usual then
  
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Tifa: Say what?
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'''Projection of Kithle''': I wonder how Sa'vor is going to react when he finds out about me eating a clone of his brain, especially the part where it gave me a big chunk of his powers.
  
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Jarlot: Let's hope a certain conversation goes well....
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'''Terra''': He's not going to be happy, at the same time there's not much he can do about it at this point.
  
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Aerith: Surely they will persuade Sutekh he's wrong!
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'''Projection of Kithle''': Remind me to Satnak exorcise S/S somethings messing with him.
  
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Jarlot: You know there's a slight problem with all this let's corrupt the Demon business...
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'''Terra''': I really wish people would stop trying to possess the crew. It never ends well, for them. Plus it shows a lack of creativity at this point.
  
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Aerith: What's that?
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Satnak's gotten enough practice recently, she actually does more than suppress the possessing entity, she can actually draw them out and consume them.
  
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Jarlot: Assume for instance we do in fact taint it with evil. It returns to its normal self...
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'''Terra''': About done here.
  
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Aerith: Yes?
+
'''Projection of Kithle''': Oooooh great, now about that tour.
  
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Jarlot: ITS NORMAL SELF WANTED TO DESTROY THE WORLD. The only reason good got through is because it was an excuse to destroy the world!
 
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Kithle - once again you misunderstand my intent I'm not going to taint him, I'm going to BREAK HIM.
 
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Jarlot: Yeah yeah, I still support the use of extreme violence.
 
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Kithle - I'm not disagreeing, I'm just using a different weapon.
 
  
 
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(A gang of twenty redshirts walk through the corridors, safe in the knowlege that Sa'vor is no longer hunting them and that nameless terrors do not attack people in large groups, at the back is Jimmy, a friendly sort of redshirt. completely harmless. but unfortunatly. he's at the back. and everyone knows what happens to people traveling at the back. the darkness reaches out and grabs Jimmy, his tortured screams echo throughout the ship.)
  
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'''redshirt bob''': what the?
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'''Redshirt 112''': where's Jimmy?
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'''Nameless redshirt''': he was here a second ago
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(Something moves, and all the redshirts draw weapons)
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'''Redshirt JJ''': what was that?
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'''Redshirt bob''': it.. it could have been somthing nameless and horrible... you know .. about to tear our souls from our bodies
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'''Redshirt 122''': you had to say that, didn't you! you couldn't you just keep your mouth shut!
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'''Nameless redshirt''': let's just keep moving
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(They continue to travel along the corridors, thier lanterns illuminate a huge pool of blood and a horrible mangled corpse. huge rents are in its armour, horrible wounds and gashes leak blood and enlarge the pool. the corpse's face is twisted into a terrible scream, the last scream of someone in horrible agony)
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'''Redshirt Bob''': Oh Khyber ! it's Jimmy!
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(He runs towards Jimmy, not noticing the fine silk like strand of piano wire across the corridor. he runs into it at full pelt. his throat slit by the fine wire and a spray of blood splattering the walls)
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'''Redshirt 122''': HOLY ****!
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'''Nameless redshirt''': I think I'm going to be sick...
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'''redshirt JJ''': guys, I think you should see this
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(They shine the lanterns to reveal a message written in Jimmy's blood, the message reads " So many redshirts and so little time")
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'''Redshirt 122''': this is not good
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(The shadows move and redshirt 422 fires his crossbow, the shadows don't react and reach out for him. he screams in terror and vanishes. the red-shirts huddle together their crossbows primed)
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Nameless redshirt: (panicking) oh Khyber oh Khyber oh Khyber, we're gonna die. WERE GONNA DIE! ( he sprints off back the way they came, the shadows pulse around him, he screams and the redshirts watch the bloody and violent death he suffers. his mangled corpse is thrown to the floor. other redshirts panic and run off into the darkness, only to be cut apart by the shadowy entity, blood now dripps from all the walls and corpses ( headless or otherwise) now litter the ground. all that's left is Redshirt 122 and Redshirt JJ. )
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'''Redshirt JJ''': look 122, there's something I want to tell you before I die
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'''Red-shirt 122''': yeah?
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'''Redshirt JJ''': 122, I've always hated you the most. and I hope when its fininished with my corpse that it spends extra long rending you limb from limb
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'''Red-shirt 122''': thanks, I'm sure I'll enjoy watching you die
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(Redshirt 122, screams as a bolt of red light strikes him, he then explodes in a shower of gore and blood, a black armoured form steps from the shadows, a black hood covering his face. he stares down at the cowering form of Redshirt JJ. all JJ can see in the light of the lantern are two colourless eyes)
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Sa'vor: I'm sparing your life, redshirt
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'''redshirt JJ''': why ? why don't you just kill me and get it over with?
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'''Sa'vor''': now go, go and tell all the other redshirts what happened here. go tell them that I'm back, go tell them the horrible, horrible things I'm going to do to them before I drink them dry
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'''Redshirt JJ''': why?
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'''Sa'vor''': because then they'll try harder to get away, because then they have a chance of possibly ascending to crewhood. oh and because blood tastes better from someone who's afraid beyond belief. and I enjoy hunting difficult prey.
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'''Redshirt JJ''': I'll go now
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(He runs off into the darkness, and behind him he hears the horrible maniacal laughter of Sa'vor. a sound that haunts him for the rest of his life. every night he remembers that laugh. and the horrible colourless eyes.)
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Igor steps up behind Sa'vor, totally unnoticed. He surveys the bodies of the redshirts.
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'''Igor''': Thuperb, thir, if you don't mind my thaying.
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'''Sa'vor''': Not at all, Igor. After all, you've worked for more people like me than anyone on Eberron. Even I like hearing how I compare to others… though I don't let it go to my head.
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'''Igor''': That bit with the wire—
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'''Sa'vor''': Well, they can't all be traditional. I mean, traditions have to start somewhere.
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'''Igor''': I remember for Mathter Haarghuul it was a thkeleton.
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'''Sa'vor''': What?
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'''Igor''': A Dhakaani necromanther I onthe worked for. He lured the thubject clother, and then the thkeleton thprang out of the body and attacked. You thee, he thecretly animated it. There wath a man with a thenthe of black humor.
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'''Sa'vor''': Wow, that is good.
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'''Igor''': The motht important quality in a villain ith alwayth the willingneth to meth with people'th mindth.
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Sa'vor has a suddenly realization. It strikes him like Norbaz's chili strikes the stomach.
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'''Sa'vor''': So that's why you work for Jarlot!
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Latest revision as of 21:48, 6 September 2008

Last Plot -- Plot Line Home -- Next Plot

(Sa'vor stands staring over the deck, Terra and Lisa stand next to him. Slip is somewhere in the shadows)

Lisa: Well, it looks like you slitting that old guy's throat in his sleep has been redeemed.

Sa'vor: Indeed

Lisa: And possibly all your other evil acts

Sa'vor: Indeed

Terra: Doesn't that make for an alingment change? you've just commited a good and selfless act to save the world.

Sa'vor: Protecting the crew and trying to stop law taking over the world?

Terra: Yes

Lisa: So that means you're good now...

Sa'vor: Oh Khyber

(Suddely theres a bright flash of white light that engulfs Sa'vor. it clears, and before them stands Sa'vor once again, but he's changed drastically. now he stands in robes of pure white, his colourless eyes emit a feeling of serenity and peacefulness. the armour slightly visible beneath the robes has changed as well. instead of being black and jagged its transferred to being silver and elegeant with gold details, the ruby that once marked its chest has vanished replaced with a shimmering diamond. his torque now bears two Sapphires instead of rubies. dangling form his belt is a glowing silver holy symbol. the runes on his armour and skin have changed becoming Irial runes.)

Terra: Sa'vor?

Sa'vor: (blinks) Yes?

Terra: What just happened?

Sa'vor: I am not sure, but now, instead of hatred and darkness my soul is filled with a supreme love and respect of all life. I feel that I am in capable of cold blooded murder any more.

Terra: Can you change back?

Sa'vor: (thinks a moment) I am afraid I do not want to, I am disgusted by the twisted and evil person I once was. Wielder of dark arts that frightened even the most experienced black magician. I'm still capable of wielding such weapons but only in pursuit of good.

Lisa: So your redeemed now?

Sa'vor: I am now redeemed, I follow the path of light and bear the mark of life. I must take my leave of you, I believe that there is much thinking I must do.

Slip: That was weird

Lisa: Well... at least I'm not the only lawful good member of this ship now

Terra: Still, he could cause problems

Slip: I doubt it, he's was a violent murderer before, so now he's a pacifist.

(In the back ground a redshirt bursts into laughter at seeing Sa'vor, reckoning that this pacifist is weak, he attacks. only to be knocked sprawled onto the floor from a blast of arcane energy)

Slip: Then again...

Lisa: We should keep an eye on him


(Ten minutes later below deck, Sa'vor walks/stumbles across a large group of deamon worshippers, Sa'vor notes the human sacrifice they have perpared and raises a silver gauntleted hand. in it apears a mind blade of silver light. the cultists turn and see Sa'vor.)

Cultist 1: Yo, Sa'vor, want to help us sacrifice a human?

Cultist 2: Wow, what's the matter with your clothes dude?

Sa'vor: Vile demon worshippers, lay down your weapons and repent

Cultist 1: You're joking right?

(Sa'vor prepares a ligthning bolt)

Cultist 2: I don't think he is

(The lightning bolt turns cultist one to ash, cultist two gets ready to run but is too slow. he gets decapitated by a thrown mind blade. Sa'vor raises a holy symbol and the black and twisted ones of the cultists turn to dust. he frees the sacrifice and lets it free. He then utters a prayer for penance for killing)


Aureon : Hey, Dol!

Dol Dorn : What!?

Aureon : My cabinet of souls caught on fire and fell over, you know what that means, right?

Dol Dorn : Oh, hell...


Sa'vor : Hello, small cute and fuzzy mammal, let me pet you. I think I shall hug you, and pet you, and name you George. Wow, being at one with the universe is more fun than I thought.

John : Well, enjoying yourself Sa'vor?

Sa'vor : John! It is most wonderful to see you on this brilliant afternoon! How are you doing?

John : I'm fine. How about you? You seem very peaceful.

Sa'vor : I am enjoying the sunset! I never knew that it could be so colorful! Now I know why you've chased so hard after enlightenment you've found!

John : I'm not enlightened. I try, but I am not fit to teach others. Perhaps one day I will be. That doesn't matter. Enjoy the sunsets, breathe the air, laugh, cry, what have you. The important thing is just to be.

Sa'vor : TAKE ME AS YOUR DISCIPLE!


Kithle : Kanatash, why did you drive Sa'vor insane?

Kanatash : I have to have a reason?

Kithle : He just asked the keel to take him as his disciple.

Kanatash : Crikey... umm... Yeah... That wasn't me.

Kithle : Oh... Why don't I believe you? Oh yeah, YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING TO DRIVE EVERYBODY INSANE!

Kanatash : Mmm... Yeah, but at least I'm honest about it.

Kithle : Hmmm... Alright, you're off the hook, but...

Kanatash : What?

Kithle : "Crikey"? Have you been watching Klaz's TV show?

Kanatash : I... SHUT UP!

Kanatash: In my defense I was looking for new material for my little experiments with the redshirts and Klaz is clearly out of his mind. I was hoping to find out what caused him to lose his mind in the first place so I could repeat it.


Norbaz: Thanks for the wash-off Terra... OH SWEET KHYBER, THE LETTER!

Norbaz runs off below deck leaving a dust trail after image of himself in his wake.

Terra: That was... odd.

Jarlot: I still give the Sword thing a 6.5. It just lacked... panache.

Ketler: You gave the finale to Angel a 6.5! There's no such thing as epic enough with you.

Jarlot: Transformers the Movie....

Ketler: I disavow that movie from Transformers continuity....

Jarlot: HOW THE HELL DO YOU DISREGARD....

(The bickering continues)

Ketler: I give an 8.5

Jarlot: I point out that we're using the Olympic grading scale also.

Ketler: Yes, very pleasing performance.

Roosevelt: I wish you all death.


If we look deep within the magic of the binding swords (OOC: Severed of Souls? IC): we find the husk of what was once a proud Rakshasa Rajah, Sutekh, now seemingly stripped of all existential power and simply existing because it will one day be needed… for who knows what reason. There is no sign of Cheese.

Yet if a threat of shadow is followed, followed through a plane made up of the base element of darkness, the infinite of non-existence, we find our mind's eye among a nebula of buzzing thoughts. We are in someone's mind at the very existential level. There are two blobs here, one small and black, another larger and silver.

Silver: Well that didn't work very well.

Black: You just had to go into your "The world needs to be cleansed of evil" phase again?

Silver: I can't help it. You try listening to the prayers of millions of humans, and some dwarves, and a few elves, etc., for hundreds of years and listen to them whine on about how "The problem with today's generation…" or "In my day people didn't go around stealing from each other…" and not want to smack them upsdie the head and say "HELLO? Things have ALWAYS been this bad! Did I tell you to go purge all the lycanthropes? I think I merely suggested that lycanthropes were a problem, and that it could be solved with an application of extra-strength wolfbane?", and of course there's my rakshasa body going "Kill! Be Evil! Serve the cause of Pain and Suffering!", and this self-righteous bird-snake going "Kill the demons!" every time I try to suggest being nice to them so that maybe they'll see for a second that they're not all that different and that being Good HAS A FEW ADVANTAGES!

Black: No wonder you made Jaela so hot.

Silver: I had to do something to entertain myself!


Kithle: Rofl... Sa'vor... hahahahahaha... a good guy... hahahahahaha

Keal-thas: I'm worried

Kithle: I'll fix it ... Now is the perfect time to eat his brain!!! *drools*

Keal-thas: Sweet Macchiavelli that look means trouble.

Kithle: Ah, so you finished that outworld literature I snagged from Ketler.

Keal-thas: Most of us are, it's hard with only one copy of each though.

Kithle: Yeah well my paycheck isn't big enough to bribe Ketler for extras, copy them down yourselves.


The silver blob is floating in the same space as one of the spaces the thoughts fly through.

Silver: Uh-oh.

Black: You made a mistake?

Silver: For having helped bind me, Sa'vor has been turned to good.

Black: And the problem is?

Silver: Well, he has now asked to be John the keel's disciple.

Black: I still fail to see the problem.

Silver: Oh, wait, rewinding reality. Apparently he ripped apart some demon worshippers.

BIG GIANT VOICE: AND HE THINKS HE NEEDS TO BE GOOD TO DO THAT? WHAT'S THE POINT OF BEING GOOD IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO BE ALL HONORABLE? IT'S JUST NOT FUNNY! THAT'S WHAT I CAN'T STAND ABOUT MILITANT GOOD PEOPLE: THEY'RE SO WHINY ABOUT HOW GOOD IT IS NOT TO BE EVIL AND YET THEY GO AND BE EVIL WITHOUT FLINCHING!! OKAY, NOW WE HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM.

Black: I see you're back.

BIG GIANT VOICE: I NEVER LEFT, EVEN THOUGH I WAS GONE. YOU TWO MUST RETURN THERE AND MESS SOMETHING UP. I NEED A GOOD LAUGH.

Silver: And Sa'vor?

Black: You know we can't touch him. He's controlled by another Entity of Existence.

Silver: Oh, and I won the bet.

Black: Fine. You get to be the animal next time.


Volrath looks down on a list in his hand

Thing I want to do before I become Daelkyr

1) (crossed off) Save the world.

2) (crossed off) Become more mature.

3) Make amends with my father.

4) Have a three-way with Japanese twins.

5) Hunt down Renal Drunhoon.

6) Torture him in every fashion possible, rinse, dry, repeat.

7) Find the one who calls himself Bondjamesbond.

8) Get one last kiss from (name is smudged out)

Volrath : Wow, haven't looked at this in awhile. Who was that person in number 8?


Squishy: All right, now that the most current world destroying menace is gone, I have the report you wanted.

Terra: Oh, thanks.

She scans over the document, looking rather displeased.

Terra: (muttering) Bastards...

Squishy: As you can see, your suspicions were well-founded.

Terra: Looks like I'll have to pay them a visit...


(later)

Terra: Hey, Captain.

Jarlot: Yeah?

Terra: I know it's a little short notice, but could you drop me off in Sharn?

Jarlot: Now? We still have psycho-good Sa'vor to deal with.

Terra: I know, but I can't really do much with that, and I have a rather urgent errand to attend to.

Jarlot: Fine, we'll stop there tomorrow.


(even later)

Terra: A moment, Kithle.

Kithle: Sure.

Terra: I'll be stopping by my headquarters tomorrow. I know I promised to show you around, but you'll be busy with Sa'vor and I need to go now.

Kithle: You forget, I can project an image of myself pretty much anywhere I want.

Terra: That'll work, too.

Kanatash: Kithle, I would advise against sucking Sa'vor's brain. He is still a valuable asset to your Illithid empire. You should never wantonly destroy such a resource.

Kithle: I know, but I really wanted to. I've always wondered what a half-dragon/half-vampire/elf/whatever's brain would taste like.

Kanatash: If it's that big of a deal I'm sure Ketler can rig something up with a cloning machine.

Kithle: Good point. I suppose this means we have to turn him evil again.

Kanatash: Yeah, and I've already have a couple of ideas about what to do with him. However I want to wait a little while first.

Kithle: Why? I'll admit he is certainly no threat to us, but his goodness and gumdrops attitude is insufferable.

Kanatash: True, but our dear Sa'vor has undergone an alignment shift, nothing more. (evil smile) This means while he is good he's still a vampire and by my figures his need to feed should hit in the next day or so...

Kithle: (equally evil smile) I think I see where this is going. I concure, it should be highly amusing watching our new goody-goody Sa'vor struggle between the insane bloodlust and his new morals.

Kanatash: Decisions of that kind will drive most individuals mad and you know how much I love that kind of spectacle.

Kithle: And you keep saying I'M a bastard.


Terra: I shouldn't be gone long, but if Sa'vor snaps before I get back, be sure to get footage of it.

Kanatash: Can do. I was planning on getting some anyway. I want to save the image of this goody two-shoes going all evil for posterity. And possibly blackmail.

Kithle: Isn't that Norbaz's Schtick?

Kanatash: Who do you think gave me the recorder?


Chalky: Hey Sa'vor

Sa'vor: greetings

Chalky: Hey can I bum a few scales, you know I've always wanted to try to see what colors those would make.

Sa'vor: I don't see the harm, let me ju... AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH

Chalky: Thanks (scampers off)

Sa'vor (minus most of his skin): that was unnessesary roughness.

Kithle: I can't believe he didn't kill you on spot!!

Chalky: I find that audacity and brutality can shock even the mightiest and most jaded of beings. Plus I really do want to try some paints with these, so I decided to stock while I have the chance. If he ever comes after I was trying to shock him back, okay.

Kithle: Okay, then I'll just take this faded patch.

Kanatash: I'm never gonna let him live this down. That scene alone is worth a century or two at least.


Kithle: Now in exchange for getting the gold to rebuild the Cloning machine you gotta promise not to clone any crew with names after this, redshirts are okay, and no Jaelas. I will hurt you if I see so much as one extra Jaela.

Ketler: Yeah yeah, threats of fates worse than death.

Kithle drops patch of Sa'vor skin into machine, Ketler hits lever (ever notice how many K's end up in this crews' names) Machine smokes and whistles like something out of a b movie.

Kithle: the spinny gadget on top was too much, but nice use of smoke machines.

Ketler: Everybody's a critic.

An unsteady Sa'vor clone walks out of the billowing smoke and is promptly lobotomized.

Kithle: My word that was exquisite.

Ketler: This is not going to end well. No way this is not going to end in pain. My question is though how did you get Norbaz to pay for all this?

Kithle: I offered him the secret to an ingredient guaranteed to add at least 2 alarms to his Chili.

Ketler: (stares at corpse) I wish I could muster up some shock. At least it's only until this one runs out cloning a clone is asking for trouble and I doubt Sa'vor will stay like this too long.

Kithle: Yeah that's why I'm gonna tell Satnak too.

Ketler: Ok now impressed. Kithle you bastard.


Defeated, the warforged once known as Stupid/Scholar mopes about a cell in the brig along with Phollie. Suddenly the warforged straightens with a new look of evil genius on his face. Anyone looking reeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllll close would have noticed that one of his eyes flashed black and the other silver.

Warforged: Phollie, are pondering what I'm pondering?

Phollie: I think so, friend—

Brain: Call me Brain.

Phollie: I think so, Brain, but they don't have Twinkies in this dimension.

Brain: No you long-faced short-brain, we must prepare for tonight.

Phollie: Why, Brain, what are we going to do tonight?

Brain: The same thing we do every night, Phollie. Try to convert Ninja Jaela………into PIRATE JAELA!

Chorus: They're Phollie… they're Phollie and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, dodle-le-do-do—

Phollie: But we've never done that before.

Brain: *bonks Phollie over the head with a closed fist*


Somewhere in Sharn, Terra and Kithle stand before a wall in a back alley...

Terra: Here we are.

Projection of Kithle: There's some pretty heavy duty magic in effect here. Illusion spells?

Terra: To name one, yes. I rigged a system where you could only get in if it recognized you. Otherwise, any number of extraordinarily nasty things can happen. Unless, of course, you have magic immunity. Even then, you have to know where to look.

Terra goes up to the wall and places her hand on one of the off-colored bricks. The spell fades for a moment, revealing a door.

Terra: Shall we?

Passing through several more magical locks, they arrive in what can only be described as a small lobby. A few people walk about, but it is otherwise unremarkable. The receptionist looks up at them and immediately stands at attention.

Receptionist: M-ma'am?! We were unaware of your arrival!

The other people look up and freeze, mixed looks of fear and respect on their faces. Several nervous glances are directed at Kithle as well.

Terra: Stand down, I'm just here for a quick inspection. Could you inform Greg I have returned?

Projection of Kithle: Greg? Rather uninventive name...

Terra: Generically named disposable henchmen, a step up from Redshirt. Makes it easier to keep track of them.

She hands the receptionist a note as well. She reads it, bows, and runs off on her errand. They continue down the hall to her office, stopping before the door.

Projection of Kithle: Wow. You run a tight ship.

Terra: Looks can be deceiving...

Opening the door, Terra dodges three darts, a poisoned dagger, a bucket of acid, and counters several contigency spells, all with a sense of normalcy.

Projection of Kithle: What the hell was that all about?!

Terra: Oh, just the usual. I'm actually rather disappointed at their efforts this time.

She walks over to the desk, purposely setting off more traps, then sits down.

Projection of Kithle: Once I take care of business, I'll give you a tour.


(Its midnight, the Forgotten Freedom is still docked in Sharn ( mainly becausev no one can touch them and its funny to see how edgy the watch gets) a black cloaked figure walks up the gangplank and stands before Sa'vor)

Sa'vor: Greetings traveller

Black cloaked figure: Greetings cousin

Sa'vor: Tara?

Tara: Yes

Sa'vor: How did you find me? Its been at least thirty years since we last met,

Tara: Tt has, I tracked you down by using detect magic, such a huge source of magic can't hide for long. I'm disgusted you've joined the light side, after everything they did to you.

Sa'vor: All things can be forgiven

Tara: (projects memories) Like this?

(A juvenile Sa'vor cowers as a mob of children pelt stones at him screaming " Get the abomination", Sa'vor renembers the blood dripping from his face, the pure pain of their hatred)

Sa'vor: They were just children, children cannot understand that we are all equal inside

Tara: Well, what about this memory?

(This time Sa'vors older, he starts to walk towards a village, an flaming silver arrow imbeds itself in his arm. he screams in agony and hits the floor writhing as its holy flames sear his tainted flesh. the same mob surrounds him and begins to beat him with sticks this time screaming " Weak, your tainted blood is weak" and " why don't you just end it, abomination?")

Sa'vor: (Brushes a hand across the scar) Sometimes people are blinded by their faith

Tara: Well, what about these memories passed down from our family line?

(This image is older, seen through the eyes of a child being led away, dragons and elves attack and slaughter the members of house D'Vol. a lithe ranger is torn apart by dragon claws. mages are immolated by flame breath, beneath the childs feet lie the twisted and tortured bodies of the house D'Vol guards, some with flesh burned by acid. some just crumbling skeletons. before the child's eyes a guard is decapitated by an elven scimitar, the child sees her mother cut down and hacked apart by curved blades before she and a few others are teleported away.)

Sa'vor: (Just catching on to the fact Tara's there) Wait... I saw you die, thirty years ago, in this very city. you and the rest of my family were cut down by paladins. I saw it. I saw the bloodshed, you were innocent, they were innocent. They where after me.

Tara: And we told them nothing, you are of our blood, you are part dragon, like us.

Sa'vor: How could paladins do that to innocent people? How can anyone justify slaughtering innocents for their bloodline. Killing twisted murderers is one thing, they broke the laws and are not protected by them. They deserve to be sent to death.

Tara: You've been blinded by your alingment change, you believe there's good in everyone. there isn't, there's only death and pain and darkness. you may feel contented, you may feel calm, but you don't see the suffering anymore, you dont see what good ruling the world has done.

Sa'vor: It's true, I don't see

Tara: Are you happy as one of white?

Sa'vor: I feel slightly happy....

Tara: Do you feel the ecstasy of magic you used to?

Sa'vor: I...

Tara: Do you?

Sa'vor: No, I don't, there is not joy in my magic. The only joy I ever felt... it's gone

Tara: And what is it traded for?

Sa'vor: Calm and serenity, which I could have gained as one of the dark.

Tara: Remember my death? Remember the tortured screams of the last of the Vol line? Your brethren?

Sa'vor: I do.

Tara: Do you renember the taste of blood ?

Sa'vor: I do

Tara: What do you feel for the paladins now?

Sa'vor: I ... pity and hate them. I pity them for thier blinded arrogance. I hate them for thier acts of violence against the innocent. I want to .. destroy them beneath by boots. I want to wield the dark magics again. I want to bring an empire of fair and just treatment, where people follow the laws set down, where they are enforced once more. And I know now that it can only be done with evil

Tara: Then all is as it should.

(Theres a sudden sphere of darkenss that consumes Sa'vor, when he reappears, his robes are gone, his armour returns. a black hood covers his face, his colourless eyes stare out with no compassion once more)

Sa'vor: I'm back...

Tara: How does it feel?

Sa'vor: I feel.. the pure hunger for knowledge and power, I feel the thirst for blood. I feel the hatred and the bloodlust, I feel the ecstasy of magic flowing through my viens.

Tara: Then all is as it should be

Sa'vor: What's the real reason you found me, Tara?

Tara: I discovered that someone raised Dra'vos, he's training himself to destroy you.

Sa'vor: Whom raised him?

Tara: Errandis D'vol, our old relative.

Sa'vor: how did you survive the attack?

Tara: When they killed me it was an image they killed, my real self was on Mabar, where I contracted vampirism like you did. then I returned here after about ten years on Mabar, i've been searching for the magical vaults the whole time. I found them, just before you did, and embraced their knowlege. then I began to search for you

Sa'vor: It seems you've found me, what's your objective now?

Tara: To bring about this empire you dreamed of, to help you build this army

Sa'vor: Yes, now that you're with us, nothing will stop our rise ....

Tara: Don't be so sure

Sa'vor: I know, I know. that's just the kind of traditional thing you say


Projection of Kithle: That was boring...

Terra: What was?

Projection of Kithle: Sa'vor changed back. Just like that. No blood, no madness, nothing.

Terra: Well, at least you and Chalky got something out of it.

At this time, there is a knock on the door, and a male human walks in.

Greg: (nervously) You called for me?

Terra: Ah, good timing. Kithle, this is Greg, one of my more promising underlings.

Projection of Kithle: He certainly fits the look of a henchman...

Terra: I left him in charge while I was away. But it seems that my faith was misguided.

Greg: (his face goes pale) W-what? What do you mean by that?

Terra: You honestly thought you could steal from me and get away with it?

Greg: Lies! I haven't done anything!

Terra: Silence, traitor!! I had an old friend of mine track you and your pathetic friends down. You hid your little scheme well, just not well enough.

Greg: Squishy...

Terra: Indeed. Your cohorts are already being rounded up. You know what happens to traitors here...

A look of terror consumes him and he bolts for the door. Before he gets there, Terra slams against the wall with a blast of Psionic energy.

Greg: (now pinned against the wall) Ugh... h-how are you...

Terra: I have gained a great deal more power during my absence. Though it isn't entirely necessary to deal with the likes of you, it makes it that much more fun.

Terra snaps her fingers and lets him down as two of her guards enter the room and take him away.

Projection of Kithle: Nicely handled. The look on his face was priceless.

Terra: It gets better. Wait till you see my punishment...

Projection of Kithle: We may have a new ally and a new enemy as well.

Terra: Bussiness as usual then

Projection of Kithle: I wonder how Sa'vor is going to react when he finds out about me eating a clone of his brain, especially the part where it gave me a big chunk of his powers.

Terra: He's not going to be happy, at the same time there's not much he can do about it at this point.

Projection of Kithle: Remind me to Satnak exorcise S/S somethings messing with him.

Terra: I really wish people would stop trying to possess the crew. It never ends well, for them. Plus it shows a lack of creativity at this point.

Projection of Kithle: Satnak's gotten enough practice recently, she actually does more than suppress the possessing entity, she can actually draw them out and consume them.

Terra: About done here.

Projection of Kithle: Oooooh great, now about that tour.


(A gang of twenty redshirts walk through the corridors, safe in the knowlege that Sa'vor is no longer hunting them and that nameless terrors do not attack people in large groups, at the back is Jimmy, a friendly sort of redshirt. completely harmless. but unfortunatly. he's at the back. and everyone knows what happens to people traveling at the back. the darkness reaches out and grabs Jimmy, his tortured screams echo throughout the ship.)

redshirt bob: what the?

Redshirt 112: where's Jimmy?

Nameless redshirt: he was here a second ago

(Something moves, and all the redshirts draw weapons)

Redshirt JJ: what was that?

Redshirt bob: it.. it could have been somthing nameless and horrible... you know .. about to tear our souls from our bodies

Redshirt 122: you had to say that, didn't you! you couldn't you just keep your mouth shut!

Nameless redshirt: let's just keep moving

(They continue to travel along the corridors, thier lanterns illuminate a huge pool of blood and a horrible mangled corpse. huge rents are in its armour, horrible wounds and gashes leak blood and enlarge the pool. the corpse's face is twisted into a terrible scream, the last scream of someone in horrible agony)

Redshirt Bob: Oh Khyber ! it's Jimmy!

(He runs towards Jimmy, not noticing the fine silk like strand of piano wire across the corridor. he runs into it at full pelt. his throat slit by the fine wire and a spray of blood splattering the walls)

Redshirt 122: HOLY ****!

Nameless redshirt: I think I'm going to be sick...

redshirt JJ: guys, I think you should see this

(They shine the lanterns to reveal a message written in Jimmy's blood, the message reads " So many redshirts and so little time")

Redshirt 122: this is not good

(The shadows move and redshirt 422 fires his crossbow, the shadows don't react and reach out for him. he screams in terror and vanishes. the red-shirts huddle together their crossbows primed) Nameless redshirt: (panicking) oh Khyber oh Khyber oh Khyber, we're gonna die. WERE GONNA DIE! ( he sprints off back the way they came, the shadows pulse around him, he screams and the redshirts watch the bloody and violent death he suffers. his mangled corpse is thrown to the floor. other redshirts panic and run off into the darkness, only to be cut apart by the shadowy entity, blood now dripps from all the walls and corpses ( headless or otherwise) now litter the ground. all that's left is Redshirt 122 and Redshirt JJ. )

Redshirt JJ: look 122, there's something I want to tell you before I die

Red-shirt 122: yeah?

Redshirt JJ: 122, I've always hated you the most. and I hope when its fininished with my corpse that it spends extra long rending you limb from limb

Red-shirt 122: thanks, I'm sure I'll enjoy watching you die

(Redshirt 122, screams as a bolt of red light strikes him, he then explodes in a shower of gore and blood, a black armoured form steps from the shadows, a black hood covering his face. he stares down at the cowering form of Redshirt JJ. all JJ can see in the light of the lantern are two colourless eyes) Sa'vor: I'm sparing your life, redshirt

redshirt JJ: why ? why don't you just kill me and get it over with?

Sa'vor: now go, go and tell all the other redshirts what happened here. go tell them that I'm back, go tell them the horrible, horrible things I'm going to do to them before I drink them dry

Redshirt JJ: why?

Sa'vor: because then they'll try harder to get away, because then they have a chance of possibly ascending to crewhood. oh and because blood tastes better from someone who's afraid beyond belief. and I enjoy hunting difficult prey.

Redshirt JJ: I'll go now

(He runs off into the darkness, and behind him he hears the horrible maniacal laughter of Sa'vor. a sound that haunts him for the rest of his life. every night he remembers that laugh. and the horrible colourless eyes.)

Igor steps up behind Sa'vor, totally unnoticed. He surveys the bodies of the redshirts.

Igor: Thuperb, thir, if you don't mind my thaying.

Sa'vor: Not at all, Igor. After all, you've worked for more people like me than anyone on Eberron. Even I like hearing how I compare to others… though I don't let it go to my head.

Igor: That bit with the wire—

Sa'vor: Well, they can't all be traditional. I mean, traditions have to start somewhere.

Igor: I remember for Mathter Haarghuul it was a thkeleton.

Sa'vor: What?

Igor: A Dhakaani necromanther I onthe worked for. He lured the thubject clother, and then the thkeleton thprang out of the body and attacked. You thee, he thecretly animated it. There wath a man with a thenthe of black humor.

Sa'vor: Wow, that is good.

Igor: The motht important quality in a villain ith alwayth the willingneth to meth with people'th mindth.

Sa'vor has a suddenly realization. It strikes him like Norbaz's chili strikes the stomach.

Sa'vor: So that's why you work for Jarlot!

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