Forgotten Freedom:78
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At the sight of Aerith's grave, now alone, a waver appears in the fabric of time. Two beings steps out. One is a wolf about the size of a horse, it's fur a patchwork of black and pastel blue. The other is a rather attractive teenager of a humanoid body structure, with two small horns and wasp-like wings, with a wtinger tail. She is dressed in a motly collection of furs and what are probably cast-off clothes, but sporting a jaunty purple beret.
She takes of the hat, kneals in the grass of the grave, and presses her forhead to the ground.
Lady: Father.
Naz'roth, Sa'vor, Tara and Feal-Thas are arming themselves for the hunt to come. Naz'roth's face has become grim and determined. but in his eyes burns an anger that the world has never before seen since the age of demons. an age where the very gods trembled at the might of the Daemon lords. now one of the Rajahs was getting a bit to uptious. this was a time of mortals, the immortals should not be able to walk the earth. a balance had to be formed. Tara's pale face was burning with an unholy fury. her black robes fluttered around her in an etheral wind. Feal-Thas stood with his squad. The Shadowsteps . he raised a cloth with Rajah blood on it. the Sqaud sniffed it, and bared their teeth. Feal-Thas snarled and let out a warcry.
Sa'vor was serene. his mind foucused once more with a cold and calculating power. he could feel his emotions coursing through his viens. but he bent them to his will. there was time to feel sorrow another day. now was the time to plan, to fight. to hunt down this Rajah. a twinge of concern burnt at the back of his mind, Jarlot needed to come out of this flunk. Sa'vor shook his head, he wouldnt try and bring the captain out of it. the captain needed to find the strength within his self. Sa'vor drew an obsidian dagger from his belt and slashed it against his arm. he took the crimson blood that flowed from the wound and placed the Valenar hunters marking's upon his brow. then he donned his armour. the knowledge of his various spells, Invoacations and powers flowed into his mind. the wonders clammered at the back of his mind, he silenced them. and selected a few words of dark speech. he drew a black crystal from a pouch at his belt and whispered them into the crystal.
Volrath walks through the aether. Souls of those unable to enter the afterlife float by. Each of them have their arms crossed over their chest and a look of peaceful sleep on their face. Volrath floats toward Brianna's comatose form.
Volrath: I never truely cared for you. I bearly even knew you. But you were a powerful ally when our goals conicided. Even more importantly, many others on the ship loved you with all their being. Because of that I will fight to avenge you. I hope that by doing that I can give you the true peace that you have earned, and give the crew the desire to continue living.
Nyarlathotep and his daughter walk up to Lisa and Terra.
Nyarlathotep: I'll be off. May the day we meet on the battlefield be far off.
A horrendous scream rips through the air and The Crawling Chaos is gone.
Clarice: Thank you for allowing me to come. Also I would like to inform you that my gift is dispeling the memory modification Kithle put on Krozen. :angelhide
Standing on the deck of the FF, Jarlot just gazes out over the clouds. Then he sees a dot off in the distance, trailed by a jet stream. As it comes closer he sees that it is a girl riding on the back of a wolf the size of a horse. Not sure what to make of this, he calls for the crew.
They arrive just as the wolf lands on deck, a mix of pastel blue and black. It announces its presence with a growl that sounds like the crashing of waves. The girl leaps off and strides over to the captain. Now he can see that she has a stinger tail and small horns, wearing weird patchwork clothes and a funny purple beret. She stands straight and salutes.
"Lady, daughter of Saberiel and Aerith, and Thyrs, formed of 13 and Quench, reporting fo duty, sir!"
Satnak - How did I lose?
Satnak - no seriously kid, if you wanna **** the timeline like this then do it right what did we do wrong the first time? This time? I HATE TIME TRAVEL!!!!
Kithle - The last time we had a time traveller you went nuts trying to get rid of it, why the tolerance now?
Satnak - She is only affecting our future, its my past that needs to be maintained.
Kithle - ... That sounds like a double standard.
Satnak - Possible, but I'm not in danger of spontaneosly blinking out of your universe, because of this timeline shift. I have a nice house here.
Lady: So this is what Satnak's like.
Satnak: Hurry up and spill!
Lady: I said that some of you escape. The ubers get away, more or less.
Kithle: Define "less".
Lady: The theory is that Satnak got sealed back up in her original world. Kantash is neutralized by someone completely sane. Sa'vor, as you've seen, can be very severely incapacitated. Terra's spirit breaks when Lisa is killed. Kithle gets away—
Kithle: Well, that's god news.
Lady:—at least, I don't know what happened to him.
Sa'vor: Can this really happen? Can we be defeated so easily?
Lady: I know you've always managed to take out your opponents before. But for the universe to work properly there has to be the probability of anything and everything. Something that can't die at least a little can't live. And these aren't your normal opponents: these are the Lords of Dust. They plan. They've been planning this ever since Jarlot defeated one of them.
Kithle: And your coming back means that we know the Lords' plan in advance. We have one edge they can't count on.
Lady: They'll have a backup. Several. But yes. I'm here to make sure you don't go in fingers blazing. You're too good for that.
Kithle: Well, there you have it, Satnak.
Satnak: That doesn't explain what we did wrong.
Lady: You rushed in. They know that you're the Breaker Prime, and they used that against you. They tricked you into targeting some sort of power thread that connects you to this world. When you broke it, you were literaly pushed by this world into your own. They didn't beat you, Satnak, they made you beat yourself.
Chalky - Does this mean I shouldn't throw marinade and ask for someone to fire ball them because that was my first plan.
Tony the Tiger: That's a GRRRRRRRRREAT idea!
Bunny: Wouldn't be the first dish on this ship with intelligent ingredients.
(Terrek emerges from the shadows silently, glancing around at those gathered and the “future lady.”)
Terrek: Always. It’s always the same. I’ve been watching this ship for years now and every time there’s a battle, you take a frontal assault. Ms. Breaker Prime here is the worst of you all. Mock my constitution all you want, but I use the intellect I’ve developed.
We need stealth for this. I care nothing for the dead; concerning ourselves with them is a waste of time; but the living will perish if we fail to act. This is why we can’t go in half-cocked. And we don’t even know the exact number of their forces.
If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right. We need intel first. (Thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin with his clawed hands.) We need Norbaz. This should be an assassination, not an assault. He’ll best know what our plan of action should be. He may not be an Uber, but he’s got the most experience with assassinations. If he can organize how we should go about this, get the Ubers into the right places to strike from, we won’t fail. He’ll be able to flesh it out in greater detail, but here’s my plan.
First we need to assess what we’re up against. We know it’s the Lords of Dust, but how many are there? How many Rakshasa are there? How many minions? After we assess that, then we can figure out which ones control which minions, etc. Then we take out the generals. That’ll leave their forces without leaders, throwing them into chaos. While they’re still figuring out what’s going on, we strike at their leader, the demi-god Rakshasa and kill him. Then we need to make sure he can’t come back. That at least I can do. The souls devoured by me never return to life, and I’d only be too happy to feast on his.
(Turns to Satnak) I know this is what you were summoned here for, but even you have limitations. I don’t know if your arm can contain him, and if so, for how long? You may be one of, if not the most powerful being on this ship, but the Rakshasa already know that. They’ll have taken that into account. You are likely to be neutralized first, perhaps even before we begin our attack. I’m the unkown here. I think half of the ship is still unaware of my existence, and none of you know the full extent of my abilities. Neither do the Rakshasa. Plus, I can draw on Sa’vor’s power, or feed him some of my own as need be. They don’t know about that either. We’ll have to use what they don’t know about us to our advantage. They’ll have already taken into account everything else.
Satnak - Arm? oh that got blown to hell vs. Alt-Satnak. I simply break the binds and flows to their energy streams until nothing cohesive exists. Even a god can't regenerate with its atoms floating free on solar winds.
Terrek: Really? Hmm... well, huh. I can't believe I didn't notice it before. Oh yea, I was too busy with my plot to steal some of Sa'vor's power and control him at the same time. Jeeze. I must be blind or something. Well, that's what I get for taking my attention off the ship to pursue godhood for a little bit then spending all my time here plotting... oh well. I still stand by what I said. I'm eating that demi-god's soul. Because I want to. I don’t need another reason.
Volrath: Actually, Satnak, a lot of things can regenerate from single atoms. Me for instance and many of the wierder aberrations. Wait a second. Terrek, I could serve as an exellent distraction for your plan. They can't kill me unless they research my specific weakeness. Besides even if they did it would be impossibly far out of their reach. True I would be next to useless for a frontal assualt, because they could easily just tie me up, but if by the time they figure that out your plan should be complete, or atleast in position.
Terra is busy translating as Lisa returns.
Lisa: Any luck?
Terra: A bit. How are things coming along with the counterattack?
Lisa: So far we've had little progress. Terrek has something up his sleve. I thought this would be something you'd get into...
Terra: I've never successfully infiltrated the Lords of Dust. They were on to me before anyone else.
Lisa: Still, your shadow power seems perfect for sneak attacks.
Terra: We have to assume they can counter it somehow. It is powerful, but not invincible. I'll use it if I must, but counting on it would be a mistake.
Lisa thinks for a moment, until a thought strikes her.
Lisa: Didn't you say once that you had a way to counter Rajas and their kind?
Terra: In a way. Come here.
Terra opens the book she is writing in to another page. On it are diagrams, magical symbols, spells, as well as instructions continuing for several pages.
Terra: This is the translated version of the ritual that was to be used on me. I had wondered why they needed conditions to be just so until I read this. The ritual requires a specific alignment of the Planes. How close they are to Eberron is of little consequence, just their relative positions. Something about the energy flow between them was needed to complete the transfer.
Lisa: But what about you? Why were you so special? Why did he even need you in the first place?
Terra: From what I've gathered so far, he manipulated my creation. It was a little scarce on the details on why, but I'm getting more as I translate. From what I can tell, the ritual is unstable at its core. Powerful magic is required to stabilize it.
Lisa: What kind?
Terra: Blood...my blood.
Lisa: :confused: Blood? But...you said magic...?
Terra: Have you ever wondered why blood is so important in nearly all rituals involving anything of great significance? It is because blood contains a magic far beyond, and far older, than any other.
Lisa: But why...your blood?
Terra: He needed someone that could not only handle vast amounts of power, but who meshed with his magical signature. I fit both bills.
Lisa: His...signature?
Terra: Your imprint on the fabric of existance as you move through it. It's kind of like an aura. Each one is different, but some compliment each other.
Lisa: I...guess I understand...but what about this has to do with rajahs?
Terra: This ritual is for draining outsiders of their power and permenantly adding it to your own. I took the basic concept and tried to make it more useful.
Lisa: Should I ask?
Terra: It's not as bad as it sounds. I had to sacrifice permenancy and complete transfer for utility and speed. I then turned it into a permenant spell, set in my skin, usable upon command. I can drain them, but not kill them. I can use the power I take from them, but I must do so before it bleeds away. One on one, it is a potent tool, but a frontal assault is still suicide.
Oblivious to all the planning of a stealthy attack, Liam, Allen, and Ketler are sitting around a table in Liam's study.
Liam: I hoped for a higher turn out, but this will have to do. As you know, I'm on the Forgotten Freedom studying the effects it has on the fabric of reality as we know it. I have constructed a device that will detect how much reality in a given area.
He pulls out a small box with a gauge on it, among other wires, knobs, and antennae. The needle is hovering somewhere between a quarter and half way to maximum.
Liam: I've tested it, and it works rather well. It maxes out around Kanatash, with fuse blowing when he's together with Caralot. Most of the other people register around where I figured from my interviews. As I said in the memo, I'm ready to proceed to the third phase, but I think I'll probably need help. The final product will consist of two parts. The first converts the weirdness on the Forgotten Freedom into energy and transmits it to the second unit, which recieves it and converts it into something usable. Currently, I think a very useful output would be the Mi-Go Cannon. If you're up to helping, here are the schematics to the Weirdness Detector.
Ketler: So, if this works, the Mi-Go Cannon will be even more powerful?
Liam: In theory, yes. Once everything is working properly.
Ketler: Alright! Let's get to work!
- In the Demon Wastes*
Ariajni: It is time to begin undoing what we have suffered since the time of the Demon Wars. The Age of Man. Man is a blight on our perfect world. Elves, Giants, Goblins, these races are imperfect and foolish corruptions of our true demonic visage. Instead, we shall create a glorious new Empire without them. To do this we must prepare to bring about the end of the human beings by destroying them in the way that they believed we would be beaten down by.....and that requires sacrifice.
- thousands of demons gnash their teeth and snarl*
Ariajni: Then let us begin the dawn of a new Era!
- Many begin throwing themselves into a Demon Flame similiar to the Silver Flame as it starts growing with their souls as they are added to it. All of Eberron begins to shudder*
Jarlot: Time to get out Old Faithful....
- Jarlot goes to an old wooden chest and then opens it to reveal a Gunsword*
Jarlot: I haven't seen you in a while...
Kanatash: Well Terrek, before Caralot left she took the first steps towards gaining some intel. She assembled a massive army of mutant pokemon and sent them out.
Terrek: What exactly are they going to do?
Kanatash: Well Caralot left them mostly to their own devices, just giving them some vague intructions. Those being, bring back any useful information you can, Kill anyone important looking if you think you can, and try and cause as much chaos as possible.
Terrek: Just how capable are these "pokemon"?
Kanatash: (shrugs) It varies greatly among them but some of them can be very stealthy while others are immensely powerful. Hard to say how much of an effect they will have since we know so little about our foe but there are plently of them and they are completely expendable, sort of like Crystal but not quite as annoying. Hopefully they can knock off a few of the important generals though...
Not very bright redshirt: Hey! Wait a second, I thought Rakasha came back to life if slain?!
Kanatash: (vaporizes the redshirt) Never interrupt an Uber while he's monolouging. Remember, other than the Rajas, which the pokemon won't stand a chance against anyway, slain Rakasha don't come back with the knowledge or the experience of the being it was before. So knocking off a few of the more important ones should soften them up.
Terrek: Well, that's good and all, but I wish you hadn't killed that redshirt. I was going to eat him later...
Ketler - Thats what the machine in back is for, whenever someone offs a redshirt you take some remains, dump them in the box hit the button and viola. NJ26 made me restrict it to things under a certain power level, and it tends to do wierd things with Ubers, but its pretty accurate with redshirts. You don't think the Pholli's are really quite that lucky do you? I just do it to annoy Kithle. THough I admit they are pretty lucky, just not quite as lucky as Kithle thinks. :D
Terrek - Yes but he vaporized it.
Ketler - Yeah so just hit the button twice when you grab your snack.
Terrek - Then why the second?
Ketler - So i don't have to keep cleaning up the mess when one blows himself up the other one takes care of it.
Naz'roth tears a portal into Shavarath. before him stands all the Devil forces upon that plane. he raises a guantleted hand towards the sky.
Naz'roth: My bretherin! on the material plane one of the creatures of chaos is attempting to overthrow mankind. we cannot let this stand! there has to be balance, if chaos takes over the material plane then there will be no stopping the march of their armies against us. we are the true evil! we are the future! let us not be overthrown by a bunch of infightning inbred demon scum! who's with your anchient master?
- a huge Diabolical roar fills the sky's, the devils raise their hands into the sky screaming forth a name*
Devils: Naz'roth! Naz'roth! Naz'roth!
Naz'roth: *sending a telepathic link to Terrek* here is your Distraction .
***
Sa'vor and Feal-Thas stand on a balcony overlooking the troops below, who are already amassing for war against the Rajahs.
Feal-Thas: father, will you leave me in control of the armies while you go with the other crew members?
Sa'vor: No-
Feal-Thas: but father i've proven myself a thousand- (Sa'vor cuts him off)
Sa'vor: you will go with the other ubers. your place is with them, they need you. your a brilliant warrior but your not a suberb tactician. they need your fighting skills more than they need mine. my place his here, i will lead your brothers and sisters to war once more. now excuse me..
Sa'vor steps up to the balcony. the Half-dragons raise a thuderous Cheer.
Sa'vor: my children! you where brought into this world for war, and you have shed blood for me, you have died for me. you have faught with all your strength for me. now you do not fight for me, but for the people of the material plane. for the family that you belong to. for the memory of those that have fallen. FOR OUR ANCESTORS!! *raises his mind blade wich has now taken the form of a scythe*
The war cry raised to the sky's as the voices of the Half-dragons added to the couros. the below of pureblooded dragons was added as well (Sa'vor created these recently as mounts for the leaders). thousands of golems raised their fists to the sky, these where followed by the weapons of the children.
Terrek: Good. Things are coming along nicely. Once the poke-thingies return with the intel we’ll be able to strategically place the devils and half-dragons. They should be able to cause enough of a “destraction;” I like that, it’s like combining destruction and distraction into one word; that we’ll be able to kill off a number of the important ones before they can adequately defend themselves. Oh, and that reminds me Kanatash, the Rakshasa need their souls intact to be reborn. Anything I kill stays dead, so it should be less of a problem than you thought. For the rest of you that don’t have the ability to eat souls, use these crystals. Just shove them into the mouths of the Rakasha as they die and their souls will be trapped. Bring them to me afterwards and I’ll make sure the creatures never walk this plane again.
Sa'vor steps over to a ring of black metal before him. a Planar gate, he sighed, it was time to call in some favors. in a glass case next to the Portal lay an magical Staff. It was constructed from Adamantine, weaved with platinum and set with Mabran runes. on the top of it was a large Ruby, within it was a core of each of the three types or dragon shards weaved around each other. a pair of runes was engraved on the Ruby,these where in Darkspeech.They where the Blood and Dark runes, these runes where mirrored on the other side by Mabran runes. Sa'vor opened the case, he placed his hand on the staff. he felt its power flow once more. he shuddered, he only dared use it in difficult times, for its power was great. it only obeyed him. he was bound to it by blood. if the other ubers found out about this staff there would be trouble to pay.
The Staff: it's been a long time old friend. you have need of me once more?
Sa'vor: it has, of course it has Soulharrow .but now we need you once more, we are to fight against the lords of dust. do your renember what they did to you?
Soulharrow: of course i do! those scum! they stole me from my master, Naz'roth, they stole most of my power. they where the ones that hurled me into the shadow realms! Naz'roth and you found me, and reformed me. now i serve you once more.
Naz'roth had told Sa'vor upon giving him the staff as he whent into the underworld. " Soulharrow was my greatest creation. i have created a new staff to serve me, and i shall give you this one as a gift for your travels. may it serve you as it did me"
Sa'vor commanded Soulharrow into his hand. the ruby glowed slightly at his touch. Sa'vor raised the staff towards the portal and spoke out a long incantaion in Darkspeech. the portal opened, before them a world of fire flared and from it a being completly formed of living flames stepped forwards.
Ashdancer: SssSa'vor, you have come to claim your repayment?
Sa'vor: yes friend. Gather your brethrin. soon i shall need your powers. be ready.
Ashdancer: of courssse
Sa'vor closed the portal and began to work his way through all his old planar ally's calling in old favors and pacts. soon he'd gathered all the the aid he required except one, soon he'd have to visit an old realative...
Bunny: Dead rakshasas. Sweet.:devil:
Silver: :zzz:
13: I thought you said you didn't like big battles.
Bunny: :confused: Did I say that?
13: Maybe not. It gets so hard to remember after a while.
Bunny: Anyway, rakshasas don't die every day. I'll get to study the process in great detail.
13: And since we're Non-existant and random, we won't be helping.
Bunny: Hey, you didn't even say it like it was a bad thing. :D
13: I can't be ignorant forever. (looks over at the sleeping Silver) By the way, what's Miss God doing?
Bunny: :P Death annoys her. She's off with Caralot and Saberiel in Caralot's dimension.
13: With what you've told me about Word Being, I wonder if it'll join in?
Bunny: Not unless someone asks for super-smart arcane trickster minotaurs. Emphasis on ask.
13: Hmm. I know what happens when one gets involved without thinking it through.
Bunny: Besides, it said that if the FF fails than Erk's Place could become a safe-haven for those fleeing this dimension. There has to be someone left behind who knows about trickery.
13: I heard Roosevelt is leading the Soul Snuggles. Hey…wait…
Bunny: That tone of voice. :eek: I know it well.
13: What ever happened to the chibi wand?
Bunny: That…is an evil thought. :devil:
Deep in the darkest pits of the FF the Squirrels begin their dread work, the forges cast their flame into the sky, the hammers ring their song of creation, and the bright pink wands are distributed to every unit. (insert evil laugh)
Terra flips the original Chibi Wand in her fingers.
Terra: I wonder...
Lisa: What?
Terra: It didn't work on Beryl, but I'm pretty sure she was a special case. Regardless, we'll have to be cautious with this as well. ...what's wrong?
Lisa: I'm...not sure how much good I'll be in this one. I've never been much on stealth. I'm most at home on the battle field.
Terra: You worship one of their greatest enemies. I'd say you and Sakura will be of great help. Just...stay with me, ok?
Lisa: You heard what Lady said too, huh? I will. But remember. As much as you watch my back, let me watch yours, ok?
Terra: *smiles* Ok.
OOCat: I am the god of EVIL!
Bunny: You got lucky.
OOCat: I'm doin' my happy dance. :dancin:
Bunny: Let me just tell all you out there reading: it's scary.
Tony: THAT'S A GRRRRRREAT IDEA!
Terra: You sure? Ok, then...
- KAZAP*
Tony: PRRROW?
Tony now looks like a cub.
Lisa: Can you change back? Alter your form into anything useful, or anything like that?
Tony tries for a moment, then shakes his head.
Terra: Well, at least we know it has effect on your type. Thanks. I'm still concerned about the Sorcerors and their leader, though. But, from what I can tell, it should have effect on most of their other minions as well. Perhaps the Captain's Monster Manual's could be of help.
- KAZAP*
Tony is now normal again.
Tony: I'M GRRRRREAT!
Lisa: You like those things, don't you?
Terra: They're oddly accurate on enemies that aren't NPC's. We'll have to research possible templates that could be used to augment their forces.
Lisa: Uh-oh. Now you're starting to sound like Captain Jarlot...
Terra: :D
Lisa: Hopefully Caralot's creatures can tell us what this...ominous feeling is. They're up to something big, and I don't think we'll like it.
Terra: My sources tell of a pillar of flame in the Demon Wastes. They can't get close enough to find out what they're doing, though.
Feal-Thas appears on deck fully geared up. he wears a suit of armour like Sa'vors, the gem instead is black. Feal-Thas's cloak is like the nightitself. apon his head is a hood of similar. like Sa'vor and Naz'roth a torque about his neck blazes with magical energy. on his back is an equisite bow, crafted from Dragonbone and strenghtened with Darkwood and adamantine. A quiver of infinite arrows is strapped to his back as well. His primary weapon though is a Valenar double bladed Scimitar, the blade's are forged from the same material as his armour, a powerful alloy of many different metals. at his waist is a belt to which is strapped many pouches of holding. four magical rings glow on his fingers, each section of his armour is bound with different enchantments.
Sa'vor appears next to him, in full battle armour, his hood down aswell. His gauntlets flex as he creates several different mindblades. the Kama's, The Scythe, The Valenar Doublebladed scimitar and a Lance. upon his back is placed a bow similar to Feal-Thas's except that silver runes are traced across it. in his left hand Sa'vor carries the Staff known as Soulharrow. the pure dark power that comes from it makes Feal-Thas shudder. upon Sa'vors head is just visible to be a circlet of Platinum, runes flow across it and psionic power pulses vaugely. Sa'vor also wears four well crafted magical rings. each with a diffrent precious stone in ( one ruby, one emerald, one Sapphire one diamond)
Tara now wears a new robe. one as black as Sa'vors armour, with Platinum tracery across the edges, a huge magical aura surrounds the robe and cloak, showing it to be one of Naz'roths works. upon her head his a Circlet of crystal, with in the centre a small skull of the same material. it irradiates necromantic power. on her hands are four magical rings, each with a black crystal in. at her side, a belt with pouches of holding and a spell component pouch. Tara also possesses many other magical items that Feal-Thas couldnot detect beneath the power irradiated by the robes.
Naz'roth now appeared, of all the magical aura's his was the biggest. his attire was like Sa'vors and his, but isntead of a circlet of platinum his was one of adamantine. red runes burned on it with an unholy light, his four rings where crowned with emeralds. the staff in his hands was alike Sa'vors except its aura was far greater, and that there was an emrald rather than a ruby. Naz'roth held the Staff in his right hand and his shield in his left, even one handed the Staff seemed to irradiate pure deadly might. Feal-Thas could imagine that it would have had many powerful enchantments laid upon it.
Sa'vor: well... this is it. we four may not meet again, so i would just like to say.. Thank you. for everything. Naz'roth, you guided me through the most terrible parts of my life, you made me the man i am today. much of my skill came from you. much of my knowledge did was well, Tara, i thank you for everything you did to help me in my childhood. and for bringing me back from being Good and forgetting myself. Feal-Thas, i whant to thank you for what you've done in your short life. you've become more than a creation or a warrior. you've become your own person, you are my son, and i will always be proud of you.
Naz'roth: *smiles* well, if it wasnt for you Sa'vor i wouldnt be free. i would have never met Tara. who's taught me that i dont need to rule the world any more. she taught me that i should just live my life. i am now somthing more than a tyrant or a daemon, i have become a person in my own right. not some pawn of the prohecy or Kyber. Feal-Thas, even though you dont fight on the battle field your job is perhaps the most important. you are perhaps one of my greatest students to date. perhaps even greater than your father.
Tara: i couldnt say anything more than the others have already said. just Thank you all.
Feal-Thas: i wont let any of you down. i promise.
Naz'roth: renember all we have taught you and you'll never fail.
they watched the sun began to lower in the sky, they could see the pillar of fire coming from the Demon wastes. they each began to prepare themselves mentaly and physicaly for their tasks. soon would come an enemy greater than any of them. they could just hope that they and the others where ready.
13: Whoa, check Sa'vor's tricked-out crew!
Bunny: Yeah. Too "bling-bling" for me. I like, halfway through it and :zzz:. No offense, it's just……we've all seen it before. Ah, now that (points to Lady coming out on deck) is what I call battle attire.
LAdy has on her purple beret, but now also sports a poka-dot bowtie, a ruffled lacy shirt, a big rain jacket, bell-bottoms, and no shoes. She strikes a pose, and puts on some huge horn-rimmed glasses.
Everyone: :blink:
Lady: This is the traditional battle attire of the Masters of the Funny Hat. It is designed to strike fear into our enemies souls.
Tara: :uh-huh: It's certainly doing that for me.
Sa'vor: By my elven and dragon ancestors, I've never seen anything so hideous.
Jaela Jarlot comes up on deck. She takes one look at Lady, then whips a camera out of nowhere and snaps a photo.
Sa'vor: I thought the captain forbid you from wearing the batsuit?
JJ: We may all die. You think I care?
Naz'roth: I see you dropped the muscle suit.
JJ: Yeah, well, let me tell you, I'm not looking forward to seeing Ketler.
13 appears next to Lisa.
13: Special delivery, one freakin huge vial of liquid joy. May be used as an optional component in spells with the Good descriptor.
Terra: Damn, where'd you get that much?
13: Let's just say Marish wanted to do her part.
Satnak - Where did my ******* dragon get to? go find it fluffy.
Fluffy - Meow
Volrath rides onto the deck atop a throne of bones. The battle-standard hanging from it depicts a gignatic skull spitting forth hordes of horrific creature that have no place in the natural world. The throne is carried by four enormass umberhulks. They are clad head to toe in mythril armor. Despite clearly being mythril the armor does no shine in the morning sun. In fact it almost seems to be absorbing the light from around it. Volrath himself has replaced his lowwer body with four crab-like legs. Gripped tightly in his left hand is a scepter made of still moving humaniod tongue. In his right is a sword hilt connected to a length of ribbon that drips with a strange sticky substance. A tentacle whip hangs limply from his forearm.On his head is crown made from pertified tentacles. The rest of his body is left realatively free of magical equipment. Terra: Where is your army? Volrath: P/Y/R is giving them an inspirational speech.
Below decks P/Y/R is on a stage infront of numerous aberrations and demons. Behind her is a battlestandard similar to the one on Volrath's throne, but blown up in size so that it fills the audience's entire view. She is dressed in the attire of an American World War 2 general. P/Y/R:You are not all going to die...
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