Forgotten Freedom:38
( 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 guys throat in his sleep has been redeemed
Sa'vor: indeed
Lisa: and possibly all your other evil acts
Sa'vor: indeed
Terra: doesnt 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 your good now...
Sa'vor: oh kyber ( 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 drasticly. 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 vanihsed 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 magicain. im still capable of wielding such weapons but only in pursiuite 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 belive that there is much thinking i must do.
Slip: that was wierd
Lisa: well... at least im 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 passifist. ( in the back ground a redshirt bursts into laughter at seeing Sa'vor, reckoning that this passifist 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 minuets later below deck, Sa'vor walks stumbles across a large group of deamon worshippers, Sa'vor notes the human sacrifice they have perparred 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, whant to help us sacrifice a human?
Cultist 2: wow, whats the matter with your clothes dude?
Sa'vor: vile deamon worshippers, lay down your weapons and repent
Cultist 1: your jokeing right? ( Sa'vor prepares a ligthning bolt) Cultist 2: i dont thing 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 prayr for pennance 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. 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*
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. Ketler: I give an 8.5
Jarlot: I point out that we're using the Olympic grading scale also.
Ketler: Yes, very pleasing performance.
Rooseveldt: 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 Rakasha 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-existance, 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 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 rakasha body going "Kill! Be Evil! Serve the cause of Pain and Suffering!", and this self-rightious 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 Machiavelli that look means trouble.
Kithle - Ah so you finished that outworld literature I snagged from Ketler.
Keal-thas - Most of us are, its 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 your selves. 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 realtiy. 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 Existance.
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 Dealkyr
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 fasion 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 you Illithid empire. You should never destroy 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 Kelter can rig something up with a cloaning 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 twoshoes going all evil for posterity. And possibly blackmail. Kithle - Isn't that Norbaz's Schtik?
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 thee 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 migtiest and most jaded of beins. 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, ok.
Kithle - Ok, 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 ok, and no jealas. I will hurt you if I see so much as one extra jeala.
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 labotomized.
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 garunteed to add at least 2 alarms to his Chili.
Ketler - (stares at corpse) I wish i could muster up some shock. At least its 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 thats 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* OOC: Any reference to Kithle is to his projection.
IC:
Somewhere in Sharn, Terra and Kithle stand before a wall in a back alley...
Terra: Here we are.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Terra: Once I take care of business, I'll give you a tour.
