Forgotten Freedom:56

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Satnak - (In her room in the Keep, imagine large luxurious bedroom, with a blue motiff.) Ok who to call Rixle hasn't graduated yet, and Telfon hates fighting. I've got some dirt on Illis, yeah he loves smashing big heads. Better ask Forbes for some advice, if this thing wields emotion as a weapon, well despite how much I dislike him Forbes is the formost empathy wielder. I was hoping to see Levy, but I can't waste a consult on a visit right now, empaths and time travelers are Forbes's thing.

(centers as her calling crystal begins to glow) Hey Willy.

Illis - eh? coffee?

Satnak - Yeah, geuss what I got a time runner and I need some here.

Illis - If you want my help use my real name. Illis, there is no W you toad.

Satnak - Oh, but Willy then I might let slip that little incident with Dol Arrah's panties and the chocolate sauce to your little cleric girlfirend what was her name? Lilly.

Illis - We were trying to prank the *****, for trying to stop me from seeing Lilly. Plus you set me up.

Satnak - You can't prove a thing, I on the other hand have recordings.

Illis - Your worse than Forbes somedays.

Satnak - Your just sore you can't ever win one against me. HOw dissapointed were you when you realized that I was still alive?

Illis - Coulda been worse, I did bet on your survival just incase you did. I figured the money would console me If you were still kicking, and if you weren't then it was worth it.

Satnak -  :rolleyes: Oh I'm just feeling the love. GEt over here you little good-for-nothing, and bring Forbes I'm callling in a consult, you know how these timers are always making bigger messes than first believed.

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Jarlot: Okay folks, time to discuss some new...

• An Aged Cyrean Admiral walks on deck in full uniform*

Jarlot Sr: HI SON!

Jarlot: What the...hell?

Jarlot Sr: I'm Admiral Jarlot son! Don't you remember! I turned the ship over to you when I retired. I need to talk to you about where exactly we need to put the Pro Shop onboard.

Jarlot: The Pro-Shop?

Jarlot Sr.: Well of course, for the golfing of the guests when we dock in port!

Jarlot: We're NOT A CRUISE SHIP!

Jarlot Sr: Hell no we're not unless we have a pro-shop!

Jarlot: Oh...I thought they'd never let you out of the asylum.

Jarlot Sr: I just thought I'd check out to take a nice relaxing stroll on my old vessel. The crew is a lot better behaved than I remember it being....

Jarlot: We're the most murderous gang of cuttthroats on the planet.

Jarlot Sr: You've been too soft on them son. Unless you crack the whip now and then you won't ever make it to being Captain of your own vessel.

Jarlot: I'M ALREADY CAPTAIN!

Jarlot Sr: You there! The obvious poofter from Aundair.

Kanatash: Are you referring to me?

Jarlot Sr: I can smell the Cheese Eating Surrender Monkey Blood in you. You damn Aundarians think just because you have better wine than everyone else, easier girls, and that big freaking Tower that you can walk all over us Brelish.

Kanatash: First of all, I'm not from Aundair and any idiot could see that...next...you're Cyrean...and..

• SLAP*

Kanatash: You just...slapped me.

Jarlot Sr: Yeah and that'll teach you for being a coward in my navy! We're going to take that god damned hill.

Kanatash: I don't believe I'm asking YOU of all people but what the hell is he talking about?

Jarlot Sr: You coward! I said we're taking that god damned hill!

Jarlot: He...relives...his war years on occasion.

Kanatash: I don't think you take hills in the NAVY.

Jarlot Sr: *hits a gong* Alright, all of the crew on deck. I have an announcement to make!

Jarlot: Oh hell.

Jarlot Sr:First of all. I know most of you haven't seen your families since our five year mission to boldly go where no man has gone before started.

Ketler: :OMG!

Jarlot Sr: To seek out new life...new civilizations. That damned Harry Mudd and his tribbles, the Romulans, Spock and his mating fervor....it's all been pretty much downhill since we let the Krebs in Starfleet.

Ketler: Hey! I'm Krebbish!

Jarlot Sr: Oh go play with your candlebra and little wooden top!

Jarlot: *puts his hand to his face* Oh God, he's like this at parties too.

Jarlot Sr: but I see a whole ARMY of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny.

Crew: :mymy:

Jarlot Sr: But those communists will NEVER take over the glorious lands of Karrnath! We will fight them on the beaches and in the streets and we will never...surrender.

• holds his vest like Churchill*

Jarlot Sr: Thank you.

Crew: *stunned* :clap:

Jarlot Sr: So, where's this beautiful Aerith that you've been telling me about?

Jarlot: Uhhh....

Jarlot Sr: Oh there she is!

• steps over to Terra*

Jarlot Sr: Good breeding legs on this one.

• whomps her posterior*

• ignores the sight of Terra being kept by Aerith and Lisa from immense druidic violence*

Jarlot Sr: Now as Admiral of this ship I declare you two MARRIED!

Jarlot: Uhhhhh.....huh.

Jarlot Sr: So Dol Dorn will stop frowning on all this sinning! Don't think I don't know what goes on a ship in the Navy between ports. It's buggery, rum, and the lash! Turn away from the love of your fellow man my son!

Jarlot: Sir half of the crew is women...

Jarlot Sr: That's what they LOOK like but some poor blokes in denial tend to take up dressing as them. *gives Andrea the eye*

Jarlot: Right...now what do I have to do to make you leave?

Jarlot Sr: I forget why I was here. Oh well.

• tosses some yarn that Marish plays with*

• Jarlot meanwhile makes some calls to get some men in white coats to pick him up*

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Kithle - First off I contest the aforementioned marriage on grounds of no liscense, I knew that stupid law would come in handy some day thanks Weascle.

Reamen - Welcome

Jarlot Sr. - Jumped the gun A bit then didn't lets go get that...

Kithle - Hold it, Aerith is over there (points)

Aerith - Kithle you bastard.

Kithle - Thats what they call me. Now Admiral let me explain, this is the main ship the Forgotten Freedom. The proshop goes on the other vessel off to port the Forgotten Freedom II. Also Your son has been promoted to Commodore by virtue of Commanding a "fleet".

Jarlot Sr. - Well My boy you make an old man proud. (hug)

Jarlot - Bastard (glares at Kithle)

Kithle -  :D

Sa'vor - He's enjoying this immensly.

Kanatash - Must resist urge to inflict citrusy vengeance in front of witnesses.

Kithle - Finally This a privateer fleet loosely associated with the brelish crown by virtue of of the king being an old drinking buddy. I would advise you not to touch the females as they are some of the most dangerous people on board, dealing with the number of horny goons that make up the rest of the crew. Now if you would like a tour of the ships Mrs. Greyholme will see to everything.

Old Dwarf lady - O your the Commodores father. You simply must meet Feal'theas he was born on this ship he's and the rest of that charming Sa'vors kids are just nuts about anything to do with armies and navies and such. Such avid little scholars, I think they get it from their mother's side Sa'vor himself is much more of the philosopher type don't you think. That Slip woman is such a good influenceon him, She's the pilot. Too bad they won't settle down, imagine all those kids and no ring.

Sa'vor -  :embarrass KITHLE STOP HER PLEASE.

Slip - She's right dear its about time I made an honest man out of you ;) .

Sa'vor - Gah! (runs and hides)

Aerith - Not so much fun to be on the recieving end! is it dragon-boy?

Jarlot Sr. - Let us be off then Milady.

Old dwarf lady - What a gentlemen, reminds me of that Norbaz character, he's the cook. Now there is a proper courtship. [SIZE=1]love letters and everything...[/SIZE]

The two dissapear around a corner.

Jarlot - That was the most amazing display of being bastard I've ever seen kithle. Here is a plaque.

It reads " KITHLE YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD " .

Jarlot - Now keel haul his ass!!

Crew - Yes Sir!

Kithle - Worth it!! :D

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Vivi: We all know the real reason, the monsters in FF d20 were so strong. It was so the could atleast keep up the illusion of danger for me. Terra: Sure. (rolls eyes) Vivi: I could level several continents before the age of ten. I weild power drawn up from the very lay lines of the cosmos. Also I didn't learn magic from your precious materia or espers. It was all me. Terra: You learned magic from little sticks. Vivi: Shut-up  :weep:

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John - You know usualy they think their through more than this.

Kithle - The secret is to get them riled up enough.

John - You know the corrosion will take weeks to fix.

Kithle - THats why they call me a bastard.

John - I hate polymorph ooze.

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Aerith: "Innocent is a deceptive term. You yourself lost your innocence on your third birthday, when you hit your cousin for the fun of seeing him cry. They are dangeous - driven by urges that have been muted in humanity. But they are not damned. They are capable of self-control."

In the time stream of the present, the thirteenth moon begins to vibrate. All those who even posses the tiniest piece of the blood of the Mark of Death feel a shudder in the universe, as if knowing that some great god has decided to doom the world to suffering.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]No! Not there. I know what I seek is there. But now there is hate. Before all I felt was…………Now…something stifles it.[/COLOR]

The thirteenth moon shoots out of the sky directly for the surface of Eberron. It begins to change into its smaller fox form.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]I cannot let it be stifled. I must destroy all those who fear, who hate, who cause suffering to others.[/COLOR]

It aims itself directly for the Forgotten Freedom. A wave of emotion spreads out before it.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]I must protect……………………reality.[/COLOR]

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Tira Miron hefts her sword.The determination had finally come to her. She was going to end this once and for all. Suddenly she feel a sharp pain in her lower back. Looking down she sees a blade, made of bone, protruding from her gut. One moment later another bite through her neck. As her head falls it sees what killed her, an adolesent boy. They bone blades were growing from his finger tips. As the last bits of life drained from her she thought, "After all this, I'm killed by a child."

Within the crimson flame, the rakshasa grabs hold, its couatl attacker. Only to let go as an eldritch blast rips through its torso. The rakshasa falls, next to its opponent. Both itself and the couatl wounded beyond hope. He sees the same boy that killed Tira Miron, look down at him. The boy begins preparing another eldritch blast. Just before the boy fires, he says, "You're weaker than I remember." With that both couatl and rakshasa are consumed in a explosion of dark energy.

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The entity's voice seems a bit calmer now, as if many of the once tortured people have found peace.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]It's odd. She still wished to create a church that she now knew would harm others.[/COLOR] (he turns to Volrath) [COLOR=DarkRed]Originally I did not intend to kill her. I actually thought if she only saw how much more pain her actions would cause…what I fool I was. One more illusion has been stripped away.[/COLOR]

The world around Volrath shifts much more quickly this time, and he is back on the Forgotten Freedom. The entity that brought took him into the past is nowhere to be seen. Yet he can still hear it in the back of his mind.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]The church is no more.………I will be on your ship shortly.[/COLOR]

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Aerith: (annoyed, thinking to herself) "Well, there's the first change. If he keeps this up I may be out of a job here. Hmmm . . . I wonder if my application for a new Creation would be accepted early?"

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Over the ocean a storm of proportions previously undreamed is brewing. In the Eye Hovers the FF.

Slip - THis is bad even here in the eye thw inds are causing trouble.

Sa'vor - Whats going on?

Satnak - Willy loves an entrance.

Terra - Willy?

A rift appears in space time and a Howling gale rushes forth. Racing along its currents a figure in crystal boots and Eclectic clothing bearing a hurricane tatoo across his face and neck is visible.

Illis - Behold the wrath of the Skyride Berserker, tremble before the awesome might of the hurricane rider.

Satnak - Shut your wind hole and get on deck before Forbes decides to smack ya for grandstanding.

The next person through the rift is a much more conservative one. Normal, albiet high quality adventuring clothes, with a tatoo of two serpent dragons coiling around his left arm (one blue one green).

Forbes - I would like to apologize for Illis, he tends to fall into the trap of trying to intimidate people by out grandstanding the villians. Enough with the storm.

The titanic hurricane begins to settle.

Kithle - Intruiging is that stormfront roiling.

Illis - Yeah these marks tend to move. One of the ways you can tell its part of our school and not just random Body art.

Forbes - I hear you have an empath wielding time jumper.

Satnak - Yes I can feel the time stream twisting around itself, the temporal buffers around the ship aren't gonna last much longer. Never did get the hang of chono-manipulation beyond basic accel/deccel.

Forbes - Well the first thing to remember with empaths is they're usually nuttier than a squirrel's stash. Using feelings like that always backlashes on the user. I should know. Chrono abusers are also vulnerable to mental attacks that come from the time stream. Anti-precog manuevers tend to screw em over. Also Find some way of dealing with their ability to move through time so they can't escape/evade using their normal moves. Well the rest should be covered by what you know already.

Satnak - Yeah thanks, I'll get working on a suppresor Meld/power and a tracer just in case, where'd my giunea pig go?

Illis - Hey boss man lets go we're done here right?

Forbes - I am, your staying until the situation is reolved.

Illis - She's gonna use me as her experiment monkey again isn't she?

Forbes - You two have the highest team scores in your year, your powers and specializations are a perfect match. I don't really care if you despise her you two do great work. Its like a pair of siblings you've spent so much time fighting you can't help but cover each others' weaknesses and strengths when forced to work to gether.

Forbes exits through the portal which quickly sputters out.

Illis - Well lets see the first draft of the tracer good thing I brought my lab gear.

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Volrath: Shouldn't there be a paradox created by this? Aerith: In a way there is. Time travel is exempt from the time flow. So even if you eleminate the porpose you had for going to the past your, trip and action will still happen. Only those with minds that transend time will notice the difference. Only Sa'vor, myself, Kanatash, and you realise the world ever had a Silver Flame. Kithle doesn't quite have enough magic yet, but he may realise later. You probably wouldn't have remebered, but you took were the one who traveled back in time. Volrath: What about Jaela and Lisa? Aerith: They are now followers of the Soveriegn Host. Jaela is still a prophet and Lisa is still a paladin. Volrath: Where is my family? Why am I still apart of the Forgotten Freedom? Aerith: I don't know.  :confused:

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Slip stands at the helm steering the ship while Sa'vor stands nearby keeping an eye out for any irregularities in the time stream

Sa'vor: Gah, i hate time travellers. they always screw everything up.

Slip: you can jump through time at will, so your just as bad.

Sa'vor: actually im nowhere near as bad. i keep to whats meant to happen, i dont edit or muck with it. i only use time travel as a last resort.

Slip: still. you going back in time to prepare to save me would of damaged the time line

Sa'vor: No, it wouldnt. i was meant to do that.

Slip: so everythings planned out?

Sa'vor: there are infintine possibilities but theres a basic plan for each universe, the universe creates the situations and the person chooses in what he or she deems free will. but actualy this universe is created to create that choice. there might be a universe in which I chose the path of light. and you see how well that turned out.

Slip: i know. your much better looking, he was far too holy.

Sa'vor: *stops for a moment* . well, anyway. changes in the plan can happen, usualy the universe sorts itself out but now.... well, we have a rogue time jumper. someone who shouldnt have that kind of power.i was born into the role, my job is to make sure you all make the choices your supposed to.

Slip: *turns round* so, we where meant to be together?

Sa'vor: in this universe yes.

Slip: so there was no choice in the matter

Sa'vor: actualy you did have a choice. you chould have not chosen me, that would have been a tiny change.

Slip: you havnt infulence me in anyway have you? *slightly cross*

Sa'vor: i havnt had to influence any of the crew in anyway.

Slip: but if you had to?

Sa'vor: hypertheticaly if you where say suppposed to break up with me and fall in love with someone else . and the future had been changed so that certain river of time hadnt happened then yes i would have to set it on its appropriate direction

Slip: even if i didnt whant to ?

Sa'vor: if someone had messed with time so much that it wouldnt happen then yes i would have to

Slip: but what about if i had CHOSE to stay with you without any inflence or editing of the timestream

Sa'vor: then i wouldnt have to change anything. you had chosen different then you where supposed to but it was a free choice without any tampering then i wouldnt have to infulence or edit that choice.

Slip: but that means we all have very limited freedom!

Sa'vor: i know.

Slip: *face brightens* then that means you can see the future!

Sa'vor: to a limited degree

Slip: then what can you tell me?

Sa'vor: *slight smile* i cant

Slip: why?

Sa'vor: once again. i would be influencing the timestream. i cant do that.

Slip: thats not fair. so you would know how you would die? or i would die?

Sa'vor: yes.

Slip: how long before it happened?

Sa'vor: about a year

Slip: see any deaths on the horizon

Sa'vor: time can still be damaged. it can change direction irreparibly. thats why unlicenced time jumpers are so dangerous. they dont know that they shouldnt,or they belive their all powerful * his face darkens*

Slip: what? whats wrong?

Sa'vor: he's just stopped the mourning.

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Volrath, satisfied at least that the Silver Flame is no more, goes back to the upper decks. He decides to see what Lisa is like as a worshipper of Dol Arrah. Unfortunately it seems that most of the decks are deserted. He finally sees Bolt-Tooth Tony lugging a huge crossbow behind a hastily erected barricade in main corridor leading to the deck hatch.

Volrath: Yo, Tony—

Bolt-Tooth (trembling slightly): What ya still doin’ down here, ya daft wanker? The captn’s ordered all ya blasters up on deck!

Volrath hurriedly complies. There is some sort of vibe in the air, making him his emotions at a heightened level. He leaps the final steps up to the main deck.

Kithle: Oh, so Mr. “I’m a scared little boy trapped in the body of a horrible aberration” has decided to help out? I’m surprised you aren’t curled up somewhere crying over your mommy.

Terra: Hey, don’t talk to him that way!

Terra raises a hand to fire a bolt at Kithle, but Lisa smashes her hammer into Terra’s head.

Lisa: Oh, and you think just because you’re enlightened evil you can tell other people what to do?

Volrath stares at Lisa. The paladin is still wearing the emblem of the Silver Flame.

Volrath: What in Khyber is going on here? What the :censored: is that :censored: still doing wearing that :censored: flame? I just killed Tira Miron!

Lisa (turning on Volrath): You did WHAT? Oh, that’s IT! (she whips out an obviously not-mercy longsword) All of you evil spawn are going down! I’ve never liked any of you anyway!

Terra: So all that time you were just using me?

Lisa (smirking): I would think you’d appreciate me not hiding anymore.

Kithle shakes his head violently. Something about this scene seems familiar.

Kithle: Sa’vor! I thought the shield could hold this!

Sa’vor: One. (he points over at a floating Kantash) I think he’s dead. Something about this entity is countering his insanity-based nature like and anti-magic field.

The words “countering insanity” run through Kithle’s mind, but he still can’t get a grip on the thought.

Sa’vor: Two, this thing can move through time. We can only project enough shield to cover NOW. Where’s it’s getting through in the past and the future.

Kithle: Well let’s hope Satnak’s friend can so something with his chrono shields.

The wave of emotion finally hits the Forgotten Freedom. Fortunately the übers have shored up the psionic shield so it deflects the shock…just barely. The air around the ship begins to gain a modicum of sentience, and the crew is forced to battle creatures that are less than elementals but more than living spells.

The creature, the thirteenth moon, 13, lands among them. The deck begins to warp beneath its paws. The air creatures dissolve, only to be replaced by being of projected emotion drawn from the minds of the crew.

Terra aims a blast at 13, but Sa’vor grabs her hand.

Sa’vor: I tried that once. Kithle thinks that its anger keeps it intact. Pure force of will. Until we can affect its—AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

Sa’vor falls over from the flood of evil thoughts. Every memory of someone he hurt comes back to him all at once. He is made to relive their memories one after another, from their point of view, with every stab of pain, real or emotional, emphasized like a blade to the soul.

13: [COLOR=DarkRed]Why do you do these things?[/COLOR]

Fighting to regain his mind, Sa’vor manages to rise to a kneeling position. This actually brings him to eye level with 13.

Sa’vor: —!

The FF rocks with a blast to the port side. Sa’vor is knocked over before he can answer. Kithle looks up for a moment from the emotion entity he is battling to see that another Forgotten Freedom bristling with weapons is about half a kilometer off. He uses his psionic seer powers to zoom in. On the bow stands an alternate Jarlot, but Kithle can sense this is just their world’s Jarlot in another time stream. Behind one shoulder floats another 13, which is giving orders.

Kithle barely has time to yell “Brace yourselves!” before another blast hits the elemental ring, breaking it. Earl swoops off in a cry of glee, only to be cut short as he exists the reality sphere of the FF and ceases to exist to conform with the other timestream.

Kithle: This thing’s got some other FF on its side, and…hey, where it is?

He looks toward Sa’vor. In front of the half-dragon elf board have floated free, just resting in the air above a hole. More of the deck begins to come free, and then parts of the railing and inner bulkheads. The Forgotten Freedom is breaking apart piece by intact piece.

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Eberron lies in Smoking ruin.

Slip - I thought she stopped the Mourining.

Sa'vor - Yes so the war never ended. Also nothing shook kithle out of his blood rage.

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In Sa'vors mind.

Sa'vor: oh kyber oh kyber oh kyber.

The dark: you know theres a particular saying i would like to impart on you

Sa'vor: which is?

The Dark: its an old qouri saying it goes like this: " we are all... Gonna die"

both start screaming and running around in circles. suddenly another part of Sa'vors mind, The Time lord appears and slaps them both around the head. the dark appears like a version of Sa'vor with bright violet eyes. the time lord has two pupils shaped like hourglasses surrounded by silver.

The Time Lord: STOP IT! concentrate! pull yourselves together you utterfools. if you dont do somthing Slips going to die.

The Dark: but that things ****** up the time stream! you know what that means! interdimensional Cross overs. she might not exist! do you have any idea how much trouble this will cause! we're going to have to work double shifts just to fix this mess!

The Time Lord: you forget. we have a job to do. and Satnak and friends will help.

Sa'vor: *deep breath* okay. you've stopped time right?

The Time Lord: of course i have! you know me! im you! i even stopped it so that creatures normaly immune will be stopped in time, so you can pull yourself together

Sa'vor: okay, objectives?

The Dark: 1. World domination 2. prevent interdimenional crossovers. 3. put The Dark in charge

Sa'vor: somtimes i really think your not really me. right. real objectives ?

The Time Lord: 1. Protect as much of the time stream as possible 2. protect slip 3. protect the timestream 4. destroy/ incapasitate 13

Sa'vor: Okay, objective one can be protcted by me pulling out of here and stopping as many of thirteens attempts as possible while Satnak prepares to stop 13. objective 2... hmmmm...

The Dark: you could always kill her, then raise her later.

Sa'vor: NO, not only does that not work. but she would be really ****** off about it. i have a simpler idear. my mind is protected from time and space right *glances at the time lord*

The Time Lord: you already know the answer to that question

Sa'vor: well, i suggest we bring her inside my mind like i did with the Dancing Shadows. not only would she be safe but she wouldnt be affected by any time changes. and i could keep an eye on her. oh, and Dark, if you even touch or talk to her i will make you live with ... The Deamon.

The Dark: YOU CANT DO THAT! YOU KNOW HOW BAD HE IS!! Time lord, stop him from doing that!

The Time Lord: i cant, you know he's incharge now. he only kept our personalities to have someone to talk to now and then. and because the writer needed somthing to do with his spare time.

Sa'vor: Right. now thats settled, we'll have to sort out the other objectives. any suggestions?

The Time Lord: we can send Tara and Naz'roth with us as back up. we dont know how powerful this thing is.

Sa'vor: true. Dark?

the Dark: * stares destractedly over to the Deamons section. this version of Sa'vor has bright red scales and glowing red eyes. he mouths "see you later" and grins evily from behind his barred cage* oh? yeah. right. well, we could always try to reason with 13.

theres silence while they take this in.

The Time Lord: your suggesting that we take a non-violent path? are you ill?

Sa'vor: i should think he would be. he's afraid of the Deamon.

• they all shudder*

The Time Lord: well, lets not sit here yapping. lets get on with this.

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Beryl and P/Y/R are sitting in their new room in the lower part of the ships, across the hall from the bar. The door looks normal except that it is made wholly of Silver. But once your inside the room you notice that it seems you have walked on to a huge navel battle field, with little Island of bloody carnage floating in a sea of molten silver.

P/Y/R: So what was on bit of paper that you had me …have the captain sign? I will Move my War forge Barbarian up to you dretch and attack it.

• She wave her hand a charmed War forge that’s upper body is painted red and a big ax moves forward and attacks a the lesser demon that was once a red shirt. *

Beryl: Oh, it was sort of a divorce decree, I will leave him alone and he can keep his ‘loot’ and the ship. I get the parts of the ship that are manifest zones to the Plane of conflict and I am the official demonic Baroness of the ship and all the souls of any red shirt that dies in my part of the ship. I use the Drider’s Teleporting spell to switch the Dretch with my Balor and then have the Balor off your Forged.

• Then Fiendish man spider thingy cant a few word, when it finishes the Dretch is replaced by a large and imposing Balor who for some reason it wearing a cowboy hat. The Balor decapitates the war forged. The forged’s body vanishes and the appears on an other island full healed.*

P/Y/R: Damn that was my best melee-er, I will have a wolf base the Balor and have my Ranger Shoot you Drider twice. So what do you think of Volrath? *A shifter Red shirt with a words Timber wolf taped to his shirt moves up to the Balor. Then a Female red shirt with a cloak Shoot two arrow from her bow but only hits the spider thing once. *

Beryl: Hmmm I don’t know I haven’t really met him, All I really know is that he is like Terra nephew or something… but that’s not really a problem now because I don’t think I’m a Video game character any more…why? Hmm I move one of my Abyssal stalkers to base you ranger and then have my half fiend Ogre attack your Fire elemental. * A odd little demon moves up to the ranger and the Ogre misses the fire elemental. *

P/Y/R: Well he is my first minion he was started to fallow me right after I changed and then he just poofed away… and he is kinda cute. Fire elemental attacks the ogre and My Dire Bear moves up and attacks the Balor. * The a the Fire elemental [a red shirt painted red and lit on fire. ] kills the ogre and then an other shifter who has be enlarged and has the word bear written on him hits the Balor. *

Beryl: Well I don’t care who you date… as long as it is no one related to jarlot and you stay as afar away as you can from Carlot, oh and if I become a grandmother any time before the next ten years is up your going to be grounded. The Balor attack him self and kills all your units with his death burst. * The Balor blows up and kills all the other red shirts. Then all the red shirts return to their normal form and are moved to another island. *

P/Y/R: Hey that’s cheating!

Beryl: Duh, I’m a demon lord I get to cheat.

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Illis and Satnak - Muwhahahahahahahahaha

Igor - Nithe but isn'th thath outh of charather?

Illis - nah

Satnak - Maniacal laughter was 20 percent of the final in energitic systems engineering

Igor -  :confused:

Illis - Mad science inolving psi.

Igor - Ahh.

Satnak - Anyway I've got a suppression field set plus power stones for it so any other psis can help out. The tracer effect is built into this stone put it somewhere near the helm, our new bracelets will do the targeting for it. (shows of ornate reidran crysteel bands with little arrows and clocks carved into them)

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ON deck.

Satnak - Ok Sa'vor We'll take care of 13. While you do what you can on damage control. OK?

Illis - Lets see here, oh heres a new one.

Illis activates his call stone located in his right pocket. A massive Hammer (think goliath greathammer sized for a goliath) made of an alloy of adamant and deepcrystal, erupts forth from thin air.

Illis - This is the Rambuster, it crushes an enemies energy flow as easily as it crushes bones. Perfect for people with annoying tricks like time travel or regeneration.

Satnak - HMmm. (the callstone in her ponytail begins to glow) I think I'll use the old Slitter Fang, its got a viscious edge and tends to rip out vital organs.

A staff and blade weapon that bears some resemblance to a glaive is summoned. Its Crysteel blade is a wicked serrated affair, its oaken staff is slightly curved in an s shape to make swings more powerful.

Kithle - (flickering between normal and a version lacking the eye tatoos with countless scars criss-crossing his body instead) Impressive...but who was the .... unfortunate sap... whose arse .... you pulled those from...?

Satnak - Its that armory thing I told you about earlier.

Illis - (sommoning up a breast plate armor) Yeah its pretty damned convinient. Though it does make specializing a sub-optimal choice.

Sa'vor - Its times like this I'm glad I never ****** her off. Deamon -  :eek: agreed

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As 13 makes its appearance Kanatash suddenly begins to convulse wildly until he goes limp and settles to the deck. Carlot runs over and embraces him.

Carlot: NOOOOO!!! What's happened to him!

Terra: (check's pulse) I'm not sure whats wrong with him but I don't think any sort of harm to his physical form can actually kill him. He seems to have gone into some sort of coma. That being seems to be suppressing the madness he relies upon and I don't know exactly what's going to happen.

Micheal: (speaking to everyone else) Uh, guys, I'm just thinking that considering than the real combat hasn't even begun and we're already one uber down that we might be screwed on this one. Might I suggest we cut our losses now and flee to the bar.

Terra: You know there's no garuntee(sp?) that that thing won't be able to reach you there too.

Micheal: Yeah, but right now it looks like the end of the world is coming with us all facing messy deaths, and that's something I'd rather not have to go through sober. (to the crew) WHO'S WITH ME!

Crew: AYE!

The majority of the crew and redshirts rush of the the bar to get hammered before they all die while Terre, Carlot, and a handful of others stand on the deck.

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