Editing Forgotten Freedom:50

Jarlot: Thank you... Satnak.

Jarlot: You are ever the hero who tries the hardest and struggles the greatest to put the world to right.  However, when it boils down to it... you can never win the battle that must be fought by others.

Satnak: You're... Shadow....

*The tear from reality from earlier starts to open once more to Xoriat*

Jarlot: I've decided to do some redecorating to the universe.  I am the Child of Khyber but I only know of the Light of the Dragon Above by Jarlot and the Dragon Between through my pathetic mortal life here.  There is much beyond the Celestial Dragons, though, and I intend to have it all.  I have absorbed the essences of that Necromancer and when I slay the others I'll have your knowledge too.  Then I will break down this world to remake to my liking with the power of the gods.

*Tifa... hits... the ground*

Jarlot: YOU BASTA**!

Shadow: I am sick of seeing you in the mirror every day, pathetic and pitiful human soul.

Shadow: What do you think this is? One of Ketler's ridiculous animated dramas? Perhaps a story ook? NO, it is pain and suffering and this is life.  You're a drunk and a lech and I am the god.  In real life, the strong are victorious and then justified by history.

Shadow: I shall burn the flesh of your bones without...

Shadow: Oh...

Tifa: *moaning* I knew you... had it in you... master.

Aerith: I feel myself... fading...

Jarlot: The damage from all this has damaged the ship... we can't stay afloat much longer. We'll jut keep going faster and lower until we crash....

Terra: Your suffering has only just begun, father. I will make you pay ten thousandfold for what you made me do!

Halester: *cough* Please... forgive me...

The demon thrusts his hands into what is left of Halester, fusing with him and restoring his body to... almost its original state. He is now far more demonic in form, his eyes seem to lead to the pits of Shavarath. A second pair of arms sprout from his back, ending in claws, and horns sprout from the back of his head, curling downwards.

Satnak - Earl, Kanatash, we gotta save the ship.

Satnak and Kanatash focus their will and begin slowing the ship's descent via TK. Earl, on the other hand, unleashes a nifty little trick.

The crafty elemental alternates fire and frost and the massive enrgy given off by the extreme changes in temperature begin to slow the ship.

Regardless, the landing is still unpleasant.

MIckey - Okay, a sroll of true res for Aerith, a raise the dead coffee for jarlot, and then help Aerith get the others back up.

Ketler - yeah I think we landed on the last of them.

LIsa - Well, you guys get this tub back in the air, I'm heading out.

Satnak - Lisa, with me, Kanatash, stay here, guard the ship. I'm sorry to say this but we might have to release the Crystals.

Kanatash - I was afraid of that.

Ketler - On the plus side we could then leave them here.

Squirrel teams race throught the ship and surrounding area setting up materials for repair and rescuing injured crew and those lucky enough to be on the revive list. Sorry, crossbow redshirt number 34.

Today I managed to find Kanpai, although I have a strange feeling of dread.  It's as though I'm still connected to the Forgotten Freedom somehow, because I can almost hear them call out.  I could barely hear the ship crash into the ground somewhere, although that thought is almost too impossible to think about.  With everyone on board, it would taken something incredibly awe-inspiring to damage the ship and the people on board.  But enough about that, I came out here to forget about it, not dwell on it...

Kanpai was just a few ruins, with a strange artifact inside of it.  I have no clue what it does, but now I can see things that have happened and are happening on the Forgotten Freedom during my sleep.  Perhaps it's the artifact I found, or that the ship itself has a kind of life, and is calling me back.  It could be that throughout the adventures it had, all of the people inside of it, it gained levels and became a PC, as Jarlot would say, although I don't know what that means.  My guess is that it is alive, possibly, in the same sense that a city is alive, that the people inside of it are like its blood..  They fight off invaders, repair the ship, similar to how we are able to fight off diseases and recover from injuries.  But why I am still thinking about it?

Terra: He's coming... and he's mad. The vengeance of a Glabrezu is not a pretty sight...

Terra: (putting it on) Thank you. I hope to see you soon. Go make sure Michael's okay, and tell him I said thanks for protecting you...

Satnak - Rock paper scissors, loser gets to hunt for Volrath.

Lisa - Coin. I'll flip thank you, you always pick rock and you always win because the other person's hand is irrecognizable.

Norbaz rushes through the corridors, having heard the alarms sounded for, as Jarlot had described it, "Encounters above CR 20", whatever that meant.  Soon he turns a corner, to see the dead body of Marish and the Sliced in two form of Andrea, walking away farther down the hall but slowly is Shadow Jarlot.  Norbaz seethes but regains his composure, quickly casting a few spells and psionic powers upon himself.

The half giant dissapears for a moment, and the room becomes eerily still.  Shadow Jarlot casually waves a hand and deflects a large dagger in a large hand that seemed to fade into existance for a moment.  He repeats this manuever, effortlessly defending from several different directions.  Finally bored, Shadow Jarlot puches the air, and Norbaz is shot back into existance and visibility, sliding back on the floor as if his feet had no friction from the blow.  The half-giant is bleeding heavily and wounded.

Norbaz:  Gotta get to Mick's or find Aerith... Khyber... I... I, DAMN IT TO KHYBER!!!

Satnak - Chili senses tingling... No, gotta focus, ship and crew in danger. Chili... Danger... GAH

Theronas: Incredible. I was right to pick you. I have no more need for this body. I shall take yours instead.

When he attempts to pass into her, the bracelet repels him with a flash of holy light. He pulls back his charred hand, howling in pain. At this time, the Bite spell wears off and Terra returns to normal. Sensing an opportunity, Theronas strikes again. Terra blurs as multiple images are created. Unable to tell the real one, he picks wrong and tumbles through her. With his back turned, Terra forms a mindblade and goes for the final blow. A flash of light surrounds her as Not-Walter casts his second spell: True Strike. Her blade pierces his heart, spraying blood everywhere.

Terra: (telepathically) Okay, your turn, Satnak.

Lisa: Oh... Hell.

Jarlot: Have you heard... of Suzaku?

Jarlot: Oh it only does 1d8+5 damage and my strength bonus...

Jarlot: That's Aerith's Solar Deva form... they have a speciality.

*The burning flame Aerith disappears in then becomes a [size=4]BRIGHT GLITTERING PHOENIX[/size] before it burns its breath downwards... healing where it strikes*

Jarlot: I never liked that side of my personality.  It's gone... for now.  It can warp the rules of reality... and it's been partially imprisoned on the Forgotten Freedom this entire time.

Jarlot: Duh.  In any case, it needs the ship... me... and also my child to become fully manifest.

Lisa: Who's your child?

Sakura: *monologue above them all* My... heart is flustering.

Satnak - Okay, you bastard, you've thought your last thought. The very shadows you command are screaming for your blood.  

The second key Twilight is the second crystal blade on the arm. Unlike burn, with its purely offensive might, twilight is more of a support boost. It allows Satnak to control all light and shadow within her radius of influence, even going so far as to summon destructive power from seeming nothing. Also it grants her great stealth, and speed when active.

Theronas - No, that was supposed to be my power, this was my realm.

Satnak - Guess what Spoils of war *****. *ZORCH* Well he's taken care of. Where in This mess is Volrath? What are we gonna do about Shadow cause I thought I got him back together with his buddy Cpt J already? Are we seriously gonna tolerate that... THING claiming to be his kid? And do you mind if I keep this, Terra? (holds up ruby and gestures to armor)

Terra - You really know how spoil a potentially dramatic moment don't you.

Satnak - Subtle way of one upping Kanatash. hHe can drive people insane, I can force reality to be sane.

Jarlot: Yeah... I'm sorta...

Jarlot: Yeah, sort of lead to possession.  In any case, you managed to help me do some damage to him at least... however he's awakened now.

Aerith: Oh dear... it's my daughter.

Tifa: LIES! SHE'S MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DAUGHTER!

Satnak -  :shifty: *pokes Jarlot's buggy eyes*

Terra/lisa/Satnak/Aerith - hahahaaha

 

Volrath: You truly are pitiful. Wasn't there something in the back of your mind, screaming that this was all wrong? That you should protect and love your child?

 

 

Volrath: Then you are even less human than a Great Old One. Even my father, the most evil one of them, loved his family. You are a worse villain than that demon. You betrayed the trust the world bestows on each parent, that they will protect and care for their children!

 

 

Volrath: You must be punished. I won't let you go on to an afterlife. You would just become a demon, and cause more  

suffering. Welcome to oblivion!

 

The creature continues to look around the arena at each individual.  None dies then, but they feel as if their souls are being stripped of their beliefs until pure reality is left.  Even the brave paladins wish to run, but with all their illusions gone they know that there is nothing in the world left for them.  Once the creature is done it hangs its head.  No one is close enough to see, but a tear falls down its face.

Finally the creature is spent.  It floats to the ground beside the paladins, stumbling out of dizziness, gasping for air, it's eyes only half-focused.  Tears form two lines down its cheeks, but it does not sob.  As it stumbles its foot kicks the torch, still holding the silver flame piece.  Upon sighting the flame the creature's vigor is renewed.  It picks up the torch and prepares to snuff it out against the ground.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Is this really that important to you,"[/COLOR] it asks, gripping her head tightly despite the small size of its paw, [COLOR=DarkRed]"that you still believe in it after all that has been done to you in its name?"[/COLOR]

The girl is not afraid so long as the flame still burns.  "The flame holds the souls of all those that have been righteous—"

Then it rockets into the sky.  The shockwave from its passage disintegrates the church and the surrounding city.  The creature keeps climbing, past the atmosphere, past the ring of Syberis, past all the other moons, until it reaches the space beyond it all.  As it flies it grows, becoming a huge round shape of pure darkness, a moon.  Out there it stands, waiting for the warp of time to carry it 700 years back to the present.

And out in space no one can hear it weep.  But those whose minds are open to all possibilities hear a weak voice like a child crying in the night:

[COLOR=DarkRed]"My name is 13………… and I am tired of Hate."[/COLOR]

Terra: To answer your question, Satnak, I really don't care if you keep them. Even if I did, it's not like I could stop you anyway. I'd rather you not zorch me, too.

Sa'vor: GOOD! good, through changing time you only bring darkness and despair. good is brought through actions and devotion. you comprehend nothing of reality.

Sa'vor: sometimes one must sacrifice ones own happiness for the safety of others.

Creature: [COLOR=DarkRed]but you're evil![/COLOR]

Sa'vor: doesn't mean I can't do good things. doesn't mean I can't protect people. doesn't mean I can't feel

Sa'vor: no, I admit I do evil. they ignore the fact. I'm tired of your drivel. Be gone ( the creatures essence is sucked into a void in which lies nothingness. Sa'vor's face is grim, and he begins his three hundred year preparations.)  

( Somewhere on the edge of the universe, the allies of Halester prepare . Slip is chained to the wall in an antimagic cell, a Arch-Priest tortures her with magic)  

Arch-Priest: yes, he will. and he'll fall into our trap. and a god shall be born among mortals. In accordance to the prophecy.

Slip: then why torture me? he'll come anyway

Arch-priest: Because he can feel your pain over time and space. it will drive him mad that he can't reach you. he'll become nothing more than an animal. and when your friends on the Forgotten Freedom find you, he will have to climb over their shattered corpses. in accordance to the Prophecy.

Slip: *spits in his face* then I shall enjoy your death  by Sa'vor's hands, even if my mortal form hath been slain.  

Arch-Priest: (cleans spit from his face) oh, you'll be alive. you'll be Bel-shammaroth's first victim once he enters the mortal world. and all shall suffer. and we shall be rewarded with immortality and eternal power. in accordance to the prophecy.  

Slip: I very much doubt that. Satnak can take care of any god.

Arch-priest: ah yes... the deicide. she won't be able to survive the might of Bel-shammaroth's power. once he has Sa'vor and the mastery of time, his reign will be endless. in accordance to the prophecy.  

Arch-Priest: you know... I have no idea. in accorance to the prophecy.  

Slip: if I wasn't chained to the wall. I'd break your neck myself.  

Slip: you didn't say it that time  

New Arch-Priest: well, I thought he'd never die. in accordance to the prophecy.

Slip: * groan* this is going to be a long day