Munich. DEAMERICA killing me. Sure it will come for others. HELP
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Let's take it down before it takes us! Join me in my V!
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"It" such a small word which really conveys the full details of what's happened. I can see the dragoons lining up to fire the cannons at the hordes of trolls. The crackle of wizardly magic lighting up the sky with the Dragon Lord flying above as he rides the great Azimoth the largest if the few remaining dragons....
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"Shazam!" cursed Hectatimus, stubbing his toe on an unseen rock as he stumbled through the darkened catacombs far beneath the surface. Far above the sounds of the battle could not penetrate the depths, but the chill of fear seemed to seep through the very rock itself. Hecatatimus knew his mission was of the utmost importance. The survival of the kingdom itself was at stake while his beloved Myrtle's life hung in the balance.
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Ogreure stood tall above the others on the battlefield. His long blond hair waves in the wind. Wielding a bronze sword and shield, he cut down enemies like butter before him. "Curses" he mumbled as the dragon Arhakvour descended upon the valley, roasting all before him. Ogreure hefted his shield to block a super-hot burst of flame and stabbed at Arhakvour. From under the dragon's feet came the great powerful wizard Weryte.
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Weryte produced a long wooden rod carved with a boar's head at the end. "Agonous hasatar altyre!" the wizard chanted, and to Ogreure's dismay and horde of arachnids poured out of the Wizard's wand and approached him. Ogreure slashed with his sword as Weryte watched, a smirk beginning to show on his ancient face beneath those deep-set gray eyes. Arhakvour clawed the dirt, his impatience obvious. "We must wait," Weryte spoke softly to Arhakvour. The spiders crawled over Ogreure and incased him in soft, sticky webbing.
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Weryte smiled at his small victory but knew he was needed elsewhere. "Marak segnar," he muttered, and the webbing-incased body of Ogreure sunk into the ground. Arhakvour, too, knew what needed done and lowered his back. Weryte swung onto the dragon's back and they took off. The pair soon landed on a mountaintop, above the rest of the plains and valleys. Weryte could see everything. The trolls marching from the east, the dragons soaring overhead, the knights on horseback defending Winthrede, the goblins, and the Auroa, spirits of the dead brought back by Weryte's spell. Winthrede would soon fall, he thought to himself. The knights were up against goblins, undead souls, dragons, a wizard, and trolls marching into the battle to aide Weryte as well. "Hazaran balent rosheir..." Weryte began his next, deadliest spell...
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Elsewhere, Hectatimus finally emerged from the dark catacombs into the warm daylight. In his hand grasped tightly was Bonesaw , an ancient sword from five hundred years ago. Wielded by the first Arabian king Jarvon, the sword was the stuff of legends. According to the stories, Jarvon beheaded all five Council Augum members with one swipe; a beast lived within the sword- a black tiger, it's soul trapped within because of Javron's spell, lending the weilder strength and courage in desperate times; it's blade was made of a metal found only in a remote island, and forged by Hephaestus himself- the god of forges; and no one had seen it for five hundred years. Now it was in Hectatimus's hand- possibly the power to save Winthrede from Weryte's forces. Hectatimus strode forward, easily taking down several trolls, goblins, and Auroa.
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Hectatimus spotted a dragon bearing down on him. "Begone!!" He shouted as he swung his sword. The sword transformed into a giant, twenty feet high black tiger, and clashed with the dragon. The tiger jumped across the battlefield, ripping enemies to shreds and leaping high to pluck dragons right out of the sky. Hectatimus charged into the city, leading a legion of knights into the gate. The black tiger killed most of the dragons and trolls in Hectatimus' way, leaving just the fodder for the legion. "Hurrahhhhhhh!!" They charged, Hectatimus at the head, and soon made it to the courtyard in the center. Weryte's dragon Arhakvour stood over the black tiger's linp body. The tiger shimmered and dispersed like rays of light, and Hectatimus' sword felt a but heavier.
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Captain Planet rubbed the three day growth of stubble on his chin. He gazed thoughtfully at the monitors displaying the raging battle on the planet's surface. "I only have 24 hours to combine my forces", he mused. "I must make haste if I intend to be serious about this matter." Hr turned his gaze on the weapons officer with an expectantly arched eyebrow. "Laser cannons fully charged, sir" came the crisp response. Captain Planet expected no less. He and the weapons officer, a woman from the Franchisco San sector, were survivors of many bitter battles. Few had both dragons and wizards taking part, but all were over Elfirium, the tiny, multi-colored circles found scattered randomly across the groundscapes.
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Hey far side- is your story meant to be part of the one I'm making? Ie- different characters and settings but same world, same events and the characters meet and affect each other?
On the mountain top, a storm was brewing around Weryte. He kept chanting, getting louder and louder until he was screaming at the sky. The storm cloud expanded to cover everything in sight, and the world was plunged in darkness- a darkness the world has not seen since its creation 10,000 years ago by the gods Haltair and Marakov. And then the whispers began. Tormented souls condemned to Tartarus could finally roam free- and wreak their vengeance on the world they once called "home". But the souls were bound to obey Weryte. Pure destruction at his fingertips. Weryte cackled with laughter.
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Hectatimus was blind. Darkness surrounded him, weighing him down like lead. Simply breathing took an unbelievable effort. And the cursed souls had risen. All around him, friends were dying- and there was silence. The darkness swallowed up all senses leaving the legion utterly defenseless. As more cuts appeared on Hectatimus's body, he began to think that this was the end. He collapsed under the weight of the darkness and lay still for a very long time. Was he dead? It was hard to tell. He slipped in and out of consciousness, null to the world around him. But somehow he didn't die. Why...? Why am I still alive?! Hectatimus thoughts swirled inside his head.
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Dova, yes, exactly. There hasn't been a plot or character intersection point yet, just the external event view and the participant experience.
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Okay cool. Good to know.
Weryte watched the destruction unfold around him. He, alone, could see in the darkness. A smile crept onto his lips. "This... this is incredible" he shouted, cackling. He heard a soft thump behind him and turned to see a rotting ghastly body standing there- one if the souls he summoned. "What do you want?!" Weryte was annoyed anyone would interrupt this moment for him. The soul growled and vanished, a moment later reappearing right next to Weryte- with a twisted, gnarled dagger through his chest. "Wha-what are you..?!" Weryte coughed blood as the soul turned the blade and pushed it deeper. A slow, raspy voice echoed from the walking corpe's mouth: "we take orders.. From no one." And with a final thrust of the blade, Weryte gasped and went limp, his eyes frosted over with the cold chill of Death.
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Hundreds of millions of miles away, among the stars, a vast ship rose from the gloom. Cloaking devices enabled, it was invisible to infrared, ultraviolet, gamma, X-ray, radar, sonar- you name it. The eight hundred foot long vessel smoothly glided through space. 120 electron cannons on each side, 8 heavy gamma lasers each on swiveling mounts, a
Spacewarp Mark VI engine with high wormhole capablities, 40 long range guided missile tubes on each side- an incrediy powerful warship. It's captain and crew were from the system HG-24. Captain Bar'ahla took pride in that. He and his fellow Serdah race stood 8 foot tall on two metallic looking clawed feet. The torso was hard chitin material covering soft insides. Two arms on each side of the torso protruded dominately with 8 strong fingers each. A single head rested low over the broad shoulders, a thousand tiny razor sharp teeth inside their long mouth. -
Four beady eyes rested above a single hole above the mouth- the breathing hole. "The long journey is almost over," Captain Bar'ahla said to his crew. "Our sworn enemy Captain Planet is within our grasp- just a hundred million miles away." He smiled to himself. "Lets go hunting." The crew erupted after that statement and the deep space maneuvers officer punched it into Spacewarp.
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The dragon Azimoth was alone. His companion and master the Dragon Lord was dead. As the storm grew and the darkness pressed in, Azimoth remembered the last time he had lived- during the creation of this world. The god Farkre had created him to swallow the darkness, to keep it from consuming the earth. And now he lived again. Was that what he was destined for, to once again swallow Tartarus and save the world from eternal damnation? He could just fly away from all this pain and misery. But something stirred inside him. The Will of Azimoth. Yes. They had named it after him- the will to abandon all doubts and do what was right for the innocent people. And he would do it again. He flew toward the center of the storm, each wing beat harder to lift. As the center grew close, he knew this was the right choice.
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He opened his huge mouth and swallowed the darkness. Immediatly, he felt heavier and fell to the earth. But as his last breath escaped him, a ray of light hit his body, widening until it banished the darkness from all corners of the earth. Azimoth smiled as his life force ebbed to nothing. The damned souls screeched as daylight hit them, dispersing into bloodred dust and scattering in the wind. Hectatimus opened his eyes and saw light. "Am I dead?" He mumbled to himself. But inside he knew that he was alive. The battle wasn't over yet- Auroa, trolls, goblins, even a few warlocks were still alive. But there was hope.
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Far Side go ahead I leave the story to you for a few posts. And anyone else who wants to help write it.
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Dova, matching your prodigious and textured output will be a challenge!
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Lol! Thank you though. 😀 Go ahead though I have faith in you!
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When I wake up tomorrow I better see some quality writing in here from you Far Side! I'm counting on you 😎👊
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Yes hope, a tiny spring of pure hope runs deep in the mountains of doom. And sometimes that's all that's needed
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😡😡 other people need to write this story as well. Thanks Davey for that tiny amount at least it's not nothing. Come on Far Side
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"Dammit, Planet! By the Seven Shades of Saba's Foot, stop rubbing your chin and start marshaling your forces". Captain Planet snapped around. He looked at her carefully, then glanced at the Ziplag she had been snacking from. He was surprised to see remnants of last night's peculiar dinner. Meatloaf. The weapons officer was primarily a vegan. Planet suspected the meatloaf had been tainted with alpaca,which caused a chemical imbalance and altered her behavior. Her species was odd and rare, he knew of only one other in this sector; Myrtle.
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I'll join.
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🚲🍊Far Side🍊🚲 wrote:
I never recall this ever happening..."Dammit, Planet! By the Seven Shades of Saba's Foot, stop rubbing your chin and start marshaling your forces". Captain Planet snapped around. He looked at her carefully, then glanced at the Ziplag she had been snacking from. He was surprised to see remnants of last night's peculiar dinner. Meatloaf. The weapons officer was primarily a vegan. Planet suspected the meatloaf had been tainted with alpaca,which caused a chemical imbalance and altered her behavior. Her species was odd and rare, he knew of only one other in this sector; Myrtle.
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I must say its an honor that you all care about me so much!
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Captain Bar'ahla looked at the display screen. "It appears Captain Planet is orbiting Earth," he said mainly to himself. "Earth..." He said the word as if it were acid bubbling inside his long mouth. Bar'ahla spat on the deck, a dark neon blue colored saliva. He turned to face the viewport again. The captain despised Earth and he despised humans- especially Captain Planet. "This is the perfect place to confront Captain Planet. We can destroy him and destroy earth all at the same time." A junior officer spoke up suddenly. "But sir the intergalactic laws regarding the destruction of Stage 6 or less advanced planets—" Bar'ahla smashed his upper left arm into the nearest steel bulkhead. "I don't care that this planet is only in stage two advancment! The Galactic Tribunal Court can do what they please. Have they ever gotten in my way before?!" The junior officer bowed down, "no sir I'm sorry sir I should have thought..." But Bar'ahla was done with him, his attention back to the viewport.
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This thread is so beautiful.
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Back on Earth, Hectatimus and three other knights slashed at a lumbering troll as it came close. "Argh!" the troll roared in agony and swung its right arm widely. Bortis went flying into a cement wall and crumpled. Duke picked up his spear and charged from behind, hitting the troll in the shoulder. The spear got stuck in the troll's fleshy hide and Duke had to abandon it. Hectatimus blocked a swipe with his iron shield as Caden stuck his war axe into the skull of the troll, killing it. There was no need to check on Bortis, who was obviously dead. No time to mourn either, as the trio noticed three more trolls coming there way. Duke and Caden retrieved their weapons and faced the three trolls with Hectatimus.
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