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Post by Spectre on Jul 2, 2011 23:25:03 GMT -6
In Silverpines village.
Spectre peers from a tree, glaring down at every building, citizen, and any potential hazard in the area.
Spectre:Hmph.
Citizen:Ugh, I cant believe all the guards and heroes here left to go and persue that albino girl.
Citizen2:I'm bloody terrified, without guards I'm scared that horrid Balverine down in the silver mines is going to break out and kill us all!
Citizen:Dont worry, the silver mines have it utterly crippled. It's not going anywere. And with all the silver nitrate we have about, we dont have to worry about any Balverine attacks.
Citizen:Your right. I guess its just this forest, the atmosphere at night gives me the willies.
The two citizens walk off.
Spectre:*sniffs the air* Blegh.
Spectre stealthily crawls into the mines.
He swiftly creeps through the tunnel, evading any of the workers. He eventually comes upon a large, iron cage surrounded by silver nitrate lamps.
Spectre:..*whispers* Garm!
Garm:Hmmm? Ahh, Master. Your here. I was wondering when you would show up.
Spectre:Hurry up and get out of there, we have to go.
Garm:Hmmm..Whats the situation outside?
Spectre:Everyone is distracted. The only thing we have to worry about are the villagers, and since its night most of them are in bed.
Garm:Hahaha. Excellent. *punches the roof off of his cage and leaps out* I had to imitate weakness to fool the guards around here. I didnt leave for the fear that I would be followed back to the caves and get everyone else in trouble.
Garm is a tall(A bit higher than the whites), well-toned, rather thick-maned Black-furred Balverine. His skin has a mild bluish tint and he has green eyes as opposed to the usual yellow or white.
Garm:Well, Master. How about a good slaughter. Without any guards, these workers would be easy pickings.
Spectre:Were not killing anyone without good reason. *leaps onto the ceiling* Now come on. *begins crawling out of the cage*
Garm:*sighs* It seems what I detected in the pack mind was true, what has come over you?
Spectre:I've been thinking alot lately, about what weve been doing. Weve harmed countless people over an old grudge, most of which that had nothing to do with offending us.
Garm:I take it's that old comrade of yours. I dont see why you dont just kill him.
Spectre:Yes, it was him. But he didnt change my mind through force.
The two exit the cavern and begin leaping through the forest.
Spectre:He did it with simple reasoning. Hes right, all of the humans that have offended us in hte past are dead.
Garm:Pft, the past? Look at what they're doing now. Our once beautiful Albion has been reduced to a smog-filled industry. Nearly all of us have been killed by them after you demanded us not to kill any "innocent" ones.
Spectre:Hm. Lets keep moving.
Garm:You've utterly changed, master. Your being pacifist...What happened to the beast of legend who would feast upon mountains of freshly mauled human corpses at once?
Spectre:Hes been shown a new outlook on life.
Garm:One thats going to get us all killed..
The two arrive at the Balverine cave, Whitefoot is eagerly waiting at the entrance.
Whitefoot:Well! That was fast.
Garm:Yes. We just headed on over here.
Spectre:Garm, you know how to get to Witchwood from underground, right?
Garm:Of course I do.
Spectre:Lead these Balverines to Witchwood and seal off the tunnels behind you, I'll leap there myself.
Garm:Fair enough.
The Balverines head down into the cave, Spectre turns around and faces the direction of Witchwood, but suddenly time stops around him and a portal opens.
Spectre walks into it cautiously, he arrives at a long path with numerous gates blocking the way. There is a large castle at the end.
Spectre:Hm..
??:My, so you've finally returned.
Spectre:Who are- wait..That voice...*narrows his eyes*
??:You might recall me when I gave you that message some time ago, through your friends.
Spectre:Huh? Oh. That. I never took it that seriously.
??:You've become very lax in your time outside of your prinny prison. I'm quite suprised at you.
Spectre:Yeah? So I changed.
??:The reason I gave you that message, was because Albion would need a new ruler. And you would be ideal, or, atleast would have been.
Spectre:"Would have been"?
??:The path to become a ruler is long and dangerous. It requires action, not pacifism.
Spectre:I have no interest in becoming "king". I just want to rescue my brethren.
??:Oh, do you?...Then what will you do after that? What will you do to prevent this from happening again?
Spectre:I...*silence*
??:With Garm as an ally, you have taken the first step towards power. He is one of your oldest Balverines, having been with you since the days of old. Although he may express scepticism, he is willing to give his life for you still after you rescued him and his brothers from human hunters so many years ago. His other brothers are scattered around Albion still, trying to defend their territories. You will not be able to go at them alone, not in your condition.
The area begins to fade.
Spectre:W-wait! How do you know all this? And furthermore why would you want a Balverine on the throne?!
Spectre is engulfed in a blinding light, he awakens on the shore of Witchwood.
Spectre:...*gets up*...*looks to the forest*.....Action, eh....No, I cant go back to being what I once was.
Balverine:Master! You did it! Garm and his group are here! *runs into the forest* Come on! We have to plan our next course of action!
Spectre:Alright, I'm right behind you.
Spectre follows the balverine into the forest.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 3, 2011 2:35:38 GMT -6
Meanwhile, In the skies above japan.
The Fairy Tale Blimp is hovering through the clouds. Inside the Blimp, Akuha is leading Moka through a Hallway. The two are followed by her giant bodyguard. The numerous Fairy Tale grunts bow as Akuha passes by.
Moka:*falling behind* (Wow..Akuha must be very high-ranked.)
Grunt:Move it! *pushes Moka*
Suddenly Wallace appears behind the grunt staring down at him. Akuha glares at him with a very Fatal-Frame-ish look.
Akuha:Moka is my sister and our guest. I wont allow anyone to treat her roughly. If you do it again..*eyes widen, pupils vanish* I'll kill you on the spot.
Grunt:*backs away, utterly terrified*
Wallace:*eyes flare red and develop black, cat-like irises.*
Grunt:*grabs his chest in agony and falls onto the floor*
Wallace:*snort**eyes turn back to normal as he follows the two*
They stop at a room.
Akuha:Heres your room Moka!
Moka's room is plain, though rather luxurious, possessing a double-sized curtained bed and a small table set with a wine bottle on it.
Wallace:You let us know if you need anything, were just down the hall. The servants her will also take care of you. let us know if your not satisfied with their treatment.
Moka:O-Ok...
Akuha:Dinner will be prepared soon, I'm going to go and get ready! I'll come back and get you later.*goes down the hall, followed by Wallace*
Moka:..*sighs* Thank you...*rosary sparks*Eh?
Down the hallway.
Akuha arrives at her room, located at the very end.
Akuha:Wallace, I'm going to go rest for a bit. Do not allow anyone to come into my room.*walks in*
Wallace:Ok.*sits down in front of the door, effectively blocking it, crossing his arms*
Inside the room.
Akuha:*sits on the side of her bed and exhales*Phew......8suddenly becomes very bright eyed with an even brighter smile*MOKA!! I'm so glad I finally found you after all this time! Oh shes so cute, wait, perhaps even prettier?! I think I'm attracted to her! *begins rolling on her bed, holding a pillow whilst giggling*
Wallace:*can clearly hear Akuha, with a odd look on his face*...Eeehhgh. *rubs his nose bridge with his index and thumb* So long as shes happy.
Akuha:*notices a small rottweiler next to her bed* Earl gray!
Earl:*barks*
Akuha:*sits on her sofa, Earl parks next to her* Boy, that sure was quite a trip. There were alot of powerful fighters there, I'm gonna have to be alot more careful...
Theres an evil hiss, Earl barks furiously.
Akuha:Delilah!
Delilah:*perches on the other side of the sofa, her tail curling on an off* *purrs like a big cat*
Akuha:*pets her* Of course, I should know I'm always safe with you and Wallace around. Tell my aunt thanks for me!
Delilah:*Lets out a somewhat monstrous "meow", as she sinks down into a black wisp and goes under the door*
She rises out of the other side of the door, and stretches, Wallace pets her.
Wallace:Heheh. You got me out of a real jam there, tell the Old Lady I said thanks again.
Delilah:*nuzzles her head against his palm, then prowls down the hallway, eventually vanishing*
In Moka's room.
Moka:*mournfully looking out the window*...*sighs*...
Theres a loud knock on Moka's door.
Moka:Come In-!!!!!!!!*rosary glows violently*
Wallace:*opens the door* Hey, Moka. The meal's prepared-.......
Moka:*now in her pink haired form, though still has red eyes*...
Wallace:Oooooooooooh shit.*eyes widen*
Akuha:Hey, watch your language around ladies! Especially my personel guests. Its Impoli-*looks in, getting her "evil eyes"* What the FU-*noise is cut off by another rosary flare*?!
Moka:*eyes are now green again after the flash*Ummm..I changed back.
Akuha:Whats this?!*looks at a small sticky note on the rosary* Why didnt I notice this before?!..
"I fixed the rosary, sorry!" -Touhou Fouhai
Akuha:.....TOUHOUUUUUUU FOUHAAIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
Meanwhile, In china.
Touhou:*laughing maniacly*
SS:Whats wrong with ya?
Touhou:I just recalled that I fixed Moka's Rosary! Akuha has surely discovered it by now! I bet she's crying her eyes out! Serves her right~
Vimm:As amusing as that would be, do we really want that to happen?
Touhou:*turns death-pale for a moment*..........*turns back to normal* It's still worth it!
Back on the airship.
Akuha:.....*suddenly goes rigid in a seething fury, collapsing on the floor like a statue*....
Wallace:Damn, she got over-raged...
Moka:I'm sorry about it.
Wallace:*growls* Grah, dont be sorry. Things have a tendency to screw up with we deal with crap like this. Things're turning into a giant drama around here. *shrugs and sighs, sitting down on the floor* Who'd a thought...Your seriously Moka?
Moka:Well, of course I am...Kinda.
Wallace:Huh. So your the pink-haired girl we were looking for back in china. Had me confused as hell.
Moka:How?
Wallace:Well, to be blunt the two sides of yer personality dont look nothin' alike. Sides the long hair.
Moka:...
Wallace:And Akuha was gettin' so excited about seein' her sister again...
Moka:I'm sorry Wallace..
Wallace:...Huh? Wait? You know my name?
Moka:Of course, you were around since I was little. You even saved my life a couple of times.
Wallace:....*raises an eyebrow*..Wait a minute- but I thought- you had a split personality deal goin' on!
Moka:Well, in a way. Both the inner and outer me are the same person, so we share all of our memories. We just have our own personality traits.
Wallace:...Huh...Interesting...Akuha might wanna look at this..*picks up Akuha* I'm gonna put her in her room. She'll probably wanna talk with you after she wakes up. Just a warning, expect a visit from us..
Moka:Ok...
Wallace:I highly reccomend you make yourself comfortable. Were gonna be flyin' for a loooooong time...
Moka:Why?
Wallace:Well, more like hovering...*growls*
meanwhile, outside.
There is a giant line of blimps hovering outside of the Fairy Tale sky fortress, appearantly the hold up is caused by a cloud-gazing idiot.
Akuha's pilot:Well..Thats just great. Why the hell didnt I bring my DS....*facepalms and waits in line*
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Post by Spectre on Jul 9, 2011 3:14:07 GMT -6
In the Witchwood Balverine lair.
Snowfang:Whitefoot, Garm, good to see you and the pack made it here safely.
Garm:It wasnt "easy" so to speak, but thanks to our master we were able to make it here.
Spectre:All I did was come to tell you that you were able to escape Silverpines. Most of the Albion guard and the heroes were distracted while we escaped unnoticed.
Garm:True that, but I'm glad you came.
Whitefoot:Good thing thats settled, but I'm pretty sure that the Albion royalty will notice that one of the most dangerous balverines in the country escaped from its cell and the Silverpines lair is suddenly deserted.
Snowfang:Indeed. We have to act more quickly from now on.
Spectre:So, our next goal would be the lair in Darkwood, or "wraithmarsh" as the humans now call it?
Snowfang:Yes. With Garm at your side and, hopefully with your wound healing, you would both certainly be a match for the creatures lurking there.
Spectre:Alright.
Garm:So master, shall we make our way to Wraithmarsh?
Spectre:With haste.
The two Balverines leap from the Witchwood lair and head over to a coastal area. They find themselves on the roofs of Bloodstone.
Spectre:Hmmm. Bloodstone. Hasnt changed a bit it seems.
Garm:Heheh. It hasnt. A nest of sin. Murder, vandalism, piracy, over-drinking, whores...Look at those scumbags. Just waiting to be turned and burned to the ground!
Spectre:Now Garm, lets stay focused on why were here. We cant turn a whole town into Balverines, it will draw too much attention.
Garm:*sighs* If you say so....You know, they look oddly docile, not what I'd expect from what I've heard from bloodstone. They're just hanging around the buildings. Alot of them dont even have weapons...The place also looks more ruined and overgrown than usual. And not with ugly weeds.
Spectre:Hmm, odd. Now lets head into the marshes...
Garm and Spectre leap out of the city and land at the road leading to the marshes, out of the people's eyesight.
Spectre:So, whats the story behind this place?
Garm:Wraithmarsh, as you probably may know, was once the idyllic town of Oakvale and its trading post, Barrow Feilds. However, hundreds of years ago, a terrible curse was laid upon it. Draining it of all life, slaughtering every citizen, man, woman, child, and even the livestock and pets.
As the two make their way down the road, they cross an odd stone door with the face of a bearded man on it.
The face opens its eyes and becomes 3 dimensional, it yawns as it stretches out.
Demon door:Ah, more Balverines.
Spectre:Huh. Well, atleast we know were on the right path.
Demon Door:Hmm? Right path? No no no, your going in the opposite direction. They never come from Wraithmarsh.
Spectre:What?
Demon Door:I always see them coming from that old Bloodstone city. You know, I dont think I've seen a human here in ages. Atleast none that were alive for long.
Spectre:hrrrm..Lets head back.
Garm:*shudders* Better than going through Wraithmarsh.
Spectre:Hrrrm..Well, the humans in Bloodstone probably wouldnt be missed. If they died then the people of Albion will simply assume Wraithmarsh spread to it. If they arent our kin, then feel free to dispose of them.
Garm:Hahah!
As the Balverine leaders walk into Bloodstone, the citizens act docile around them, they observe Spectre particularly closely and get an excited gleam in their eyes.
Thug:*coughs, his voice sounding very hoarse and animalistic* M-Masturr? *coarse fur rips out of the human skin, tearing off the clothes as the thug reshapes his body structure into a balverine* Its the master!
All the thugs of Bloodstone leaps over to the area with uncanny agility, they all morph out of their human disguises revealing them to be Balverines, there is a white Balverine among them. The Balverines actually look quite healthy, having a decent coat of fur and not emaciated-skinny.
Spectre:Woah, whats all this then?
Ashtooth:Our beloved master finally returns! Wow, it sure has been a while.
Spectre:Ashtooth, you all look rather well.
Ashtooth:All thanks to the cleverness of our leader, Bargest.
Garm:So my brother is among your group, then?
Ashtooth:Yes, he has been helping us live in this crazed land for quite some time now. Hes in the basement of that old mansion up on the hill.
Spectre:Hm, well. Lets go pay him a visit then.
The balverines go up the hill and arrive at the Bloodstone mansion. Its possibly the most well taken care of building in the area, nowere near as abandoned as the smaller ones. There is even a tended flower garden around a nice-looking oak tree outside.
Garm:My brother always did have a green thumb...
Spectre:I can tell. By all the plants around here.
The balverines walk into the Bloodstone mansion, going down to the basement.
Garm:Hey, brother! Are you down here?
The walls are splattered with blood as you go down the stairs, the place is poorly illuminated.
??:*large, loud, happy voice*HAHAHAAH! BROTHER! That you?!
*hacking noises*
??:Well, come on down! Doesnt mean I'm covered in guts dont mean I cant give ya a hug!!
As Spectre and the rest of the Balverines walk into the basement, they arrive in a room Illuminated orange by numerous fires and candles. There are many chains hanging from the roof, each on ending with a meathook. Many of which have a dead body or a bloody burlap sack hanging on them, mutilated. Theres even a couple live ones. There are alot of thick, stone tables with numerous dishes and body parts on them, some of them bloody.
There is a giant Balverine over a table weilding a huge, thick, and very weathered, yet maintained meat cleaver. Basically a huge slab of bloody iron with a log for a handle. The balverine has black skin, though it turns grey as it goes to his belly. His fur is somewhat greyish-black. The monstrous Balverine stands at 10 feet tall, and has very stout, pudgy proportions. He is also quite fat, though the thickness of his limbs is a clear sign of great strength.
Garm:Bargest!
Bargest:GARM!
The huge balverine slams its cleaver into the huge, stone table(also cutting cleanly through a human he was butchering). Causing it to cut into it halfway through and stick. He runs over and hugs Garm.
Bargest:You son of our mother, I missed the hell outta you! Were've ya been?! I've been worried sick! From what I hear mosta albion's gona ta hell!!
Garm:Your right, there. But our master has returned and hes been gathering us up.
Bargest:M-master?! *turns and sees Spectre*MASTER!!
Bargest picks up Spectre and gets him in a brutal vicegrip of a hug.
Spectre:*somehow unflinching* Haha, Bargest. I see you've grown up since I last saw you..And out.
Bargest:Yeah, I'm a balverine that loves his food alright! Speaking of which, you gotta be starvin'! Come on, theres enough here fer everybody! *holds out a human leg*
Spectre:Oh, no thanks..I recently ate.
Garm:I'll take it.
Bargest:Catch, bro!*tosses it*
Garm:*catches and takes a bite*
Bargest:Come on, we got all this food here! Its enough for a balverine to pig out for weeks!
Spectre:But I-
Bargest:Now dont you lie-da me! You look like you aint eaten in months! And is that a wound on you?! You need your strength!
Spectre:Eggh..*looks at all the humans in the room, then drools a bit before wiping it off in embarassment*
Bargest:*growls* Is it that taboo you put on murdering humans? Oh now you dont gotta worry about that! These here are a buncha crooks!
Spectre:But, at how well cared for these balverines are, you've had to have cleared out Bloodstones population by now!
Bargest:Yeah, we did. Then we took over the place. I decided to move us outta Wraithmarsh and prepare for the worse after the humans went all-out on the nature-filled parts of Albion. So we took over bloodstone here and have been doin' pretty good. Them Politicians dont bother renovatin' the place cause its full of nightmarish abominations! This place was known as a paradise for mercenaries, so we get a few balveirnes on the inside of some nice, big bandit groups and lure 'em here, and then we make 'em into something useful. Like Human steaks, human kebabs, human flambe..Course thats just a little passion of mine, Most of us just eat em raw. They do like it when I chop 'em up and get ridda the clothes. I also preserved a good bit of it. *reaches into one of many barrels on one part of the room, all of them full of curing spices and sugars, pulling out a huge peice of dry meat* One thing we all do love, though, is some tough o'l human jerky as a snack!
Spectre:*pupils have dilated, drooling profusely*...*shakes his head* No..No...But I sincerely thank you for the offer...Listen, the humans are spreading at an extremely fast rate. Were uniting all of the packs in Witchwood and we need to act quickly.
Garm:Indeed. With our packs seperated, we stand no chance against the humans alone, but united we can defend our territories. The humans have heroes with them, and are a dangerous threat to us.
Bargest:Well then! That is a problem! *lets out a monstrous howl*
All the Balverines of bloodstone(approximately 80) run into the basement and stand in front of Bargest.
Bargest:Alright boys! Were gonna have to leave O'l bloodstone behind and head to Witchwood! We gotta prepare for a full-blown war with Albion any day, and we need to be united..And stuff...So, lets pack all our stuff and get movin'! *pulls out his cleaver and holds it on his shoulder*
The Balverines begin to pack all the meat and culinary tools into burlaps sacks, and begin leaping to Witchwood.
Spectre:..Good.
Garm:Master, I'm going to go and make sure they make it home alright. Will you be ok on your own?
Spectre:Yeah...Yeah...Go on.
Garm:*leaps off*
Suddenly everything goes grey, Spectre is once again in a portal.
Hes at the mysterious gates again, though one of them has opened and hes closer to the castle at the end.
The mysterious Seeress appears before him.
Spectre:You again...
Seeress:You've secured a very valuable ally this day, Bargest will be a true boon to your forces.
Spectre:*silent*
Seeress:A man of few words?
Spectre:Not really, but I'm wondering. What is this place?
Seeress:This is the Road to Rule. As you gain more allies and get closer to the throne, more gates will open. It will end when you have reached the castle. That is when you will conquer Albion.
Spectre:Again with this "conquer" bull? I'm tired of it. I just want my brethren to live in peace.
Seeress:Unless you give your kin a safe and stable land to live in, they will continue to suffer at the hands of industrialization. Witchwood will eventually be overcome. Then were will you go?
Spectre:...Hmmm...
Seeress:Keep uniting your brethren, then we can talk more.
Spectre:Wait, just who are you?
Theresa:I am Theresa. I have guided numerous heroes in their greatest victories, and I am able to see all that goes on within the world we live in...
Spectre:Right..
Theresa:Skeptical, are you?..Well, perhaps you need to go back to your quest.
Spectre is suddenly engulfed in light, he wakes up in The abandoned village of Knothole Glade. His Balverines are standing over him.
Bargest:You alright?!
Garm:I ended up having to carry you here..
Spectre:*yawns*...Sorry about that..
Bargest:No problem, we got to move away unseen! Were all here..
Garm:He looks rather tired...As am I.
Snowfang:Perhaps we should all sleep for this night, tommorrow we are going to make our boldest move. We'll need to be in top condition if we want to succeed.
Bargest:Yer right..Need to eat to! Want anything?
Spectre:No..You all enjoy yourself. I need my rest...
Garm:Ok..Sleep well, master. Your safe here.
Knothole glade has become a huge balverine nest, the houses are full of straw and nesting materials, and there are Hundreds of Balverines sleeping and eating in the area. Bargest has stored all the human remains in the old tavern, which he has fashioned it into a smokehouse/kitchen.
Spectre has his nest located in the windowed attic of the highest building, he is lying down looking out the large window at all of his brethren, living peacefully.
Spectre:Hrrrm...It's rare to see them so content...
Spectre yawns and falls asleep.
....
Suddenly blood begins to seep out of the walls and fill the floor.
Spectre:Zzzz....zz...
As the pool expands, it eventually reaches Spectre and he wakes up highly startled.
Spectre:*looks as the blood gets deeper, leaps on top of an old peace of furniture.
As it gets deeper, ghoulish, flayed humans begin reaching out and tugging on him moaning.
Spectre:*entranced*......
Human:Eeeeaaaaaattttt uuuuuuusssss....
Human2:I'mmmmm sooooo deliciooouuuuussssss....
Human3:*pulls on Spectres arm, causing him to fall into the blood* Biiiiiiiite mmeeeee..
Human 4:Sssssoooooo waaarrrrm aaand whoollllssssssssome....*caresses spectre across the face*
Human5:Ouuuuuurrrr booooonesssss arrrrrree sssssssooooo crrruuuunnchyyyyy....*wipes his arm across Spectre's face, under his nose*
Human6:Our bloooooood sssssoooooo riiiiiiiiiiiiiiich.......*looms over Spectre, bleeding out of it's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears all over Spectre's head*
Spectre:*eyes become glazed as he develops a grin that can only be described as pure, living evil, a ghastly red aura radiates from the gaps of his teeth as he exhales, making a hissing noise and filling the room with red fog*
Female voice:Ouuuuurrr Sssssssuuufffferrrrinnnng....
Nourishessssss yooooouuuuuu.......
The fog clears, Spectre is sitting alone in the middle of a dark room on his hands and knees, obssessively drooling, gnashing his teeth, breathing heavily, and clawing the floor.
A figure appears in the darkness and begins to approach him.
Spectre:*looks up, still maintaining his diabolical grin*
Fsoi is approaching, she stops in front of Spectre and looks down at him.
Spectre:....*stands up, glaring down at Fsoi hungrily*
Fsoi begins removing her clothes, she then embrances Spectre and nuzzles her head against his chin once shes completely undressed.
Fsoi:...*eyes narrow and speaks in a delighted tone* Eat me!
A huge, glass shattering noise rings through Spectres head as he twitches violently, he slams Fsoi down on the ground and tears into her, Within Seconds he has nearly eaten her down to the bone, gore flies everywere as Spectre makes horrid, inhumane sounds. Ranging from demonic howling, warped pig squeals, and even a child-like giggle in an innocent voice.
Spectre:*leans back off of a bloodied skeleton, utterly soaked in blood*....
Spectres eyes and mouth suddenly become pitch-black, as do his surroundings, he swirls around laughing madly then bends over, vomiting a torrent of blood. From the blood rises a huge group of dancing, red skeletons that seem like they're worshipping a crazed god.
The background erupts in fire as hordes of flaming demon-like balverines absolutely gush from his hollow eyes and mouth, they soar around in a fiery twister as they swoop into the flames, lifting up screaming humans with eerie laughing faces. They fly over Spectre, dropping the victims into his mouth. he violently eats them, coughing up black fire after each bite, which then stops as he coughs a sputter of tar-like blood.
Everything goes black.
Spectre stands in the middle of a dark room, completely still.
He is then zapped by two huge bolts of lightning, suddenly more bolts spread from nowere. he is violently electrocuted, twitching violently as his skin is melted off, followed by his flesh, then his bones. Leaving nothing but a pile of smoldering ash behind.
Spectre wakes up being violently electrocuted by his collar. he stands up, staggering around the room in pain, bumping into walls, though he does not scream at the risk of waking is brethren. Though he does fall to the floor in a fetal position, wrapping his arms around himself as if for warmth, eventually the shocking stops.
Spectre:*eyes are glazed, looking absolutely ill*Urrrk...
Spectre falls asleep, it almost seems that merely closing his eyelids hurts him.
Back in Bowerstone
Fsoi:*panting*
Logan:Shes weakened at last.
??:*sitting over in a corner, in a chair with his feet supported on a small stool* Hah, she has alot of vigor doesnt she? *turns a page in a book hes reading*
Logan:The heroes performed pitifully, I expected more. I thought you said you had the power to bring the heroes of old back...
??:I do, what you just saw was a tiny sample of the worst we have to offer...
Logan:Well, asides from my royall guard nearly every hero and guard in Albion have been killed by that wench!
??:Well sire, if you got anything left in your coffers I'm sure we can provide you with some more manpower.
Logan:Fine, take what you need. But I'd better not be dissapointed!
??:*closes the book* Very well then...I'll make sure you get them soon.
Meanwhile, outside.
Piemaster has recovered from unconciousness(although now he has a tiny scar on his nose)
Piemaster:Hmph. My first scar...*walks over to Fsoi*
Fsoi:N-No way!
Piemaster:I commend your fighting abilities, but your reign of terror is over!
Fsoi:A...Are you going to make me into a pie?
Piemaster:Of course not! That was the best fight I've ever had! Mostly I can just win them by spamming my basic two-handed weapon swing. But you...You made me use effort!...However, you still broke the law and utterly destroyed my chances of ascending to true piemasterhood....So yeah. GUARDS! Take her away!
Guards begin approaching Fsoi, intent on bringing her to justice.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Jul 9, 2011 5:43:41 GMT -6
. . . Um... okay, Specter's instincts've got an odd view of Fsoi. Seems to me like both he and Piemaster are intent on eating her. ... Your character I can sort of understand due to his past, but she's still his friend. But Piemaster's Human... isn't he? Maybe he was inspired by the demon barber of fleet street...
??: OH NO YA DIDN"'T YA WANKERS!
The guards shadows come to life and brutally rip their owners to shreds. Shadow Soulforged Scryer lands, arms folded, his wings slowing his decent, fangs barred, wearing a loincloth to minimise movement restriction, has red lines tattooed on his back and looking really, really pissed off.
SS: *Hunched over* I'm curious mate, what possessed ya ta think sendin' in more guards was a good idea when she was only killin', oh, I don't know, FUCKIN' GUARDS IN THE FIRST PLACE!
Logan: What the hell is that thing?!
Piemaster: Stand aside. My fight is with her, not you.
SS: *Roars/screeches* For "breakin' the law" ezinja! I don't think the piemistress ya killed before comin' here agrees with ya, a-hole!
Logan: Did he murder someone?
Guard: And destroy her pie stand, but he left a few thousand gold.
Logan: Oh. As long as he paid the fee.
SS: *Still glaring at Piemaster* Fsoi, get in the shadows. Take ya weapons with ya.
Fsoi: Wy-
SS: JUST DO IT!
Fsoi: *Scampers for the shadows*
SS: *Manages to heal Fsoi and repair her weapons. Also manages to rejuvinate her* Look for Spectre. I sensed him at Knothole Glade and outta all four of us, I think you'd be the most help to him.
Fsoi: Uh, Shadow? He's got a pack of Balverines who don't know who I am and in case you didn't hear, I'm Human.
SS: Hmm... *Removes his sword and throws it to her* The Balverines universally recognise this. Show it to 'em and explain your familial ties and they should accept ya help. As for me... *Looks at Piemaster* I've got me some tough-ass genes ta assimilate. Now GO!
Fsoi: *Takes off, flying to Knothole Glade at top speed*
Piemaster: So you're her brother?
SS: So ta speak. Who are ya?
Piemaster: My name is Piemaster! I am one of the few true heroes of the realm and my skin is nigh-indestructable!
SS: *Stares at him hungrily* I could use that. Name's Shadow Soulforged Scryer, other titles are Greed, the dark plague, the Super demon, Dark Light, the unnatural, the Strongest Hybrid, UMBRELLA hunter and Devourer.
Piemaster: Hmm... You should make an interesting pie.
SS: Sorry mate. I'm used to being the predator, not the prey. And one last thing, don't even try for nut shots. I'm a shape-shifter, can change my physiology willingly and... well, if there was any chance of exposure, I'd be wearing more than just the loincloth *Attacks, intent on consuming the "hero" and assimilating his toughness genes*
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Post by Spectre on Jul 13, 2011 23:49:12 GMT -6
Fsoi flies into Witchwood, she lands in the middle of Knothole Glade.
Fsoi:*looks around catiously* I thought there would be Balverines everywere...*eyes dart at a sudden movement*
A Balverine eerily rises from behind a wooden fence.
Another peeks out menacingly from the inside of a building.
Balverines begin to rise from nearly every part of the Balverine village, Fsoi looks around in unease as she is surrounded by scores upon scores of them.
The white balverines dive from the sky and surround Fsoi.
Snowfang:This girl...
Whitefoot:She has that sword.
Ashtooth:The sword of our masters friend-and-enemy...
Snowfang:Hahahah. Normally we'd kill you for all the trouble your family has given us.
Whitefoot:But the master is forgiving, and therefore so are we.
Ashtooth:We welcome you to our humble abode.
Fsoi:Umm...Wow, you can tell I'm his sister, huh. Well, can I see Spectre?
Snowfang:Of course you may. *points to the largest house in the village* He's in the large hut over there, protected by the two Black Balverines. Be careful, were all a bit skittish with recent events.
Fsoi:Thank you, I will.
Fsoi walks over to the large hut nervously, she slowly opens the door and steps in, still remaining cautious.
Garm:*wolf-like growl*
Fsoi:*steps back*
Bargest:*T-rex like purr*
Fsoi:*eyes widen*
Spectre:Easy there, you two. Let her through. We owe alot to that girl.
Black Balverines:*nod and stand aside, allowing Fsoi through*
Fsoi:...Spectre?!
Spectre looks completely emaciated, there appears to be little muscle mass underneath his skin. His eyes have shrunk considerably, and one would suspect them being mere hollow sockets if it werent for the small, cat-slit red marble in the back of them. His nose is skeletal. He is sitting on one of three large straw beds, surrounding a map of albion. Functioning as a "war room" so to speak.
Spectre:*somewhat raspy yet deep voice* Hello Fsoi. *narrows his eyes* I thought it sounded odd at how an Albino woman was slaughtering Logans goons and those false heroes in Bowerstone, and your the only one who really came to mind. Your actions have been a real boon for us.
Fsoi:Well, yourwelcome.
Spectre:Hahahah.So, why have you travelled all the way here? It couldnt just be for a simple "thank you".
Fsoi:I wanted to see how I could help.
Spectre:*looks at Garm and Bargest*
Garm/Bargest:*nod their heds*
Garm:We balverines are rather inept at using magic.
Bargest:We could really use your help.
Fsoi:Great! So, whats our next move.
Spectre:My brethren at my last lair, the Howling Halls in the Westcliff region, have been kidnapped by humans for unknown purpose.
Garm:Most likely for show.
Bargest:But, uhh..Wasnt the Crucible closed down ages ago? Last I recall, there wasnt an arena in today's Albion.
Garm:...Atleast, not an official one open to the public.
Spectre:Hrrm..So your saying they may have been kidnapped for privelaged individuals?
Bargest:Yeah. Nothing pleases the Albion nobility like watching creatures forced to rip each other apart in giant bloody sandboxes!
Fsoi:..Thats horrible.
Spectre:Yes, but appearantly Albion hasnt become advanced enough in technology to invent the power outlet and television...*shakes head and sighs*
Garm:Alright. *points to the war map* Most of Albion is quite humble, taking a look at the map will show you that there are very little places were a significant arena would be kept. However, there is one location that is at the peak of Albion luxury, Millfeilds. Located roughly in the center of the land. Nearly all the nobles in Albion live there. Due to being well-protected we havent been able to go in and check things out much, but you can see the mountain-like houses there from a safe distance.
Fsoi:Cant you turn into people, dress up nice, and go in?
Spectre:...*turns his head towards Fsoi*....
Garm:You are a clever little girl. *laughs*
Spectre:Thats an excellent Idea...Though it could bring alot of attention to us if we are caught busting into the store.
Bargest:*thinks* Oh, hang on a second...HEY BOYS!
The large balverines under Bargest's control run over.
Bargest:Bring that shiny crap we kept in the dumpster out back we used to draw in all those pirates for food.
Balverine:*shrugs* Alright, Bargest.
Four balverines run off, they return pulling a giant cart of gold.
Fsoi:*eyes buldge* Wow!
Spectre:*raises an eyebrow* Huh. Enough to buy a mansion.
Garm:Should definatly be enough to buy some clothes, then.
Bargest:Heheh! Might even be enough left to use as a lure!*belly drums*
Spectre:Alright. Fsoi, we know little of human dresscode and I cant show myself in Albion public due to my unnerving appearance. Take that gold and head to the Bowerstone market with Bargest and Garm. You can all three buy an outfit of your choosing. Bargest, you might end up having to get yours custom made...
Bargest:Ok! *begins transforming*
Bargest's fur goes down into his body and he develops a dark tan skin color. He takes on the appearance of a large(a couple feet shorter than his balverine form), fat and thick-limbed man with a black mullet, a black pair of pants and a shirt, with a dark grey chefs apron over his stomach.
Garm:As you wish, master.
Garm transforms into a tall(about 6'2) athletic man wearing a pair of black pants, a shirt, and a black overcoat with cuffs. He has black hair of shoulder length and a long goatee.
Fsoi:Hey, were did those clothes come from?
Spectre:We balverines can manipulate our fur into a substitute for clothing when we turn into human form. As you notice, we all have clothing that usually matches the color of our hair. Though thanks to age and experience I have a bit of freedom with the shades of coloration I can turn my fur. Typically revolving around purple,black,grey..though grey and black is a default now.
Fsoi:Huh.
Spectre:Well, you should get going. Its only a matter of time before Albion goes on the offensive.
Meanwhile
Piemaster:*enduring SS's attacks while relentlessly going on the offensive*
SS:Damn, ya really are tough!
Piemaster:*slams excalaroll into SS*
SS:*blocks with a hammerfist, then delivers a punch to Piemaster*
Piemaster:*blocks with his weapon and hits SS in the gut with the tip of excalaroll*
SS:*gags blood*ACK! How is that thing so sharp?!
Piemaster:*points to his peircing augmentation*
SS:Ugh, Albion logic...*kicks Piemaster off*
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Post by Spectre on Jul 15, 2011 0:07:21 GMT -6
Meanwhile in Moka's room on the Airship.
Wallace:*glaring at Moka and Akuha, being observant*
Moka:Hmm..I dont remember.
Akuha:Ok, how about all the times we sparred when we were younger?
Moka:Yes. By the way, my win-loss record from back then is 12 wins and 117 losses. I barely ever won against you.
Akuha:You can remember even that but not one detail about your mother's dissapearance...(Hm, which means the outer and inner Moka do share a single set of memories and any regarding Alucard have been erased. Guess thats one of the rosarys powers, huh.)...Hmm~ How weak. *paces, writing down on a notepad*
Moka:Umm..Akuha-
Akuha:*has her Jigen tou'd hand at Moka's neck* If it werent for a promise I made to Akasha, I could destroy this seal right now and set you free.
Wallace:*nervously steps up*
Moka:*gulps*..What promise? And why did you come and get me now? Tell me everything you know!
Akuha:...*stares at Moka*(They're so alike. Moka, grown up, looks just like Akasha...And those strong eyes...They're the same as inner Moka...)
Wallace:....*slowwwwwwwly begins creeping out of the room with a look of fright on his face*
Akuha:Aaaaah..*blushes and begins caressing Moka's face* Aiya~ your both so cute..As expected of Moka..I guess its like "One bite and the tastiness comes twice'..
Wallace:*now simply peeking through the door* Uhhh, what does that mean Akuha? Makes no sense.
Akuha:Also..Theres no need to rush. Soon you'll understand. About the fate you've inherited from Akasha...
Wallace:*appears beside Akuha, rising from the ground* You ignoring me?
Moka:Fate?
Speaker:*ding dong* Attention everyone. Our arrival at Fairy Tale's base will be delayed..Yes, before you ask, its that dumbass Elliot cloudgazing again. Appearantly theres a marathon of clouds going by with unique shapes and the weather forecast predicts they arent gonna stop anytime soon. We might be up here for days. Potentially weeks...or..Heck, maybe even months. Theres no telling.
Everyone:........
Moka:(Thats a relief...)
Akuha:(Me and Moka get to be stuck in a airship in the sky for that long? Together....)*blushes**leans towards Moka*
Moka:*backs away with the care required to diffuse a nuclear bomb*(Eeep...)
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Jul 15, 2011 0:37:56 GMT -6
SS: I've got no idea how ya can take all my hits and keep standing, but sooner or later, one of us is gonna drop dead and I promise ya, it ain't gonna be me!
Piemaster: i doubt that very much. At least that albino wench gave me a challenge!
SS: *Twitches* What. Did ya call. Me' lil' sister?
Piemaster: The truth.
SS: *Arms switch to musclemass and slams fists together. They crackle with electricity, the sky darkens and the surroundings freeze, ground included* Four powers. More than enough for the likes of you. (Hmm. This guy's too tough ta be human. Any human I've ever seen's been ripped to shreds with minimal effort. Hell, even when I was in the Netherworld, my claws and fangs could tear through galactics and rifle demons metal like paper! The only other time I felt this challenged was) ... *Dark fire leaps from his eyes* (Furiously) WALLACE! *Lunges at Piemaster with unbridled fury, claws out and arms in muscle mass. Hell, even his jaws are coated in musclemass and his fangs are amplified*
Fsoi, Garm and Bargest are in Bowerstone market. Surprisingly, everyone's going about their business as usual, despite the fact that elsewhere in Bowerstone, a bloodthirsty super demon and an egotistical, cannibalistic psychopath are locked in mortal combat
Fsoi: Okay. No-one knows I'm the albino who caused the chaos in the first place, but just in case, we're just going to go in, buy clothes as quickly as possible and get out.
Bargest: (Amused) So this is a human city hey? Different from us, I'll tell you that for nothing!
Garm: So what exactly do we need?
Fsoi: Albion hasn't caught up to the rest of the world, so we'll need something ridiculously over-the-top. You'll both need something formal like... I don't know, tuxedoes or something, and I... I..... *Eyes widen in horror* *Whimpers* I'll have to wear a ball gown...
Garm and Bargest exchange looks
Bargest: *Roars with laughter*
Garm: It could be worse. You could have to wear nothing at all.
Fsoi: (Glumly) You'd like that wouldn't you.
Garm: That's not what I meant. And worse still, you could have to do so in your Human guise!
Fsoi: ... Specter didn't tell you did he?
Garm: What?
Fsoi: ... I'll regret telling you but... I am human. But I'm still helping you find your brethren, so don't kill me.
Garm: I still don't know how we're going to find who's keeping them-
Fsoi: Reaver. When I was fighting guards and heroes, I kept hearing comments like "I hear this is what happens in Reavers shows", "If this one survives, we'll have to put her in Reavers games, see how long she lasts" and so on. Anyway, here we are.
All three enter the shop
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Post by Spectre on Jul 16, 2011 1:30:25 GMT -6
Fsoi:Wow...Theres like, 6 outfits here to choose from. Bargest:I never had a taste in fashion. Garm:Me neither, but I guess thats from being unclothed for virtually all your life. Fsoi:I never was too picky about it either...Hey, couldnt you just alter your fur into something? Bargest and Garm exchange glances. Bargest:I dunno, that noble stuff is awfully detailed. Garm:Well have to twist our fur in all kinds of knots,twists, loops... Bargest:Might even have to use some bone matter for buttons. Master was always good at shaping his fur, why cant you and him infiltrate and Garm and I back you up? Garm:He said himself that he couldnt change into a human properly. He'd probably be riddled with bullets the moment he set paw into Millfeilds. Fsoi:*sighs and facepalms*... Shopkeeper:Hello miss, how can I help you? Fsoi:Were heading over to a party in Millfeilds tonight and we need some proper clothing. Shopkeeper:Ah, Reavers party? Yes, I hear that just about anybody who can abide by the dress code can go in... Fsoi:Well, I think we have the gold to cover me and my friends here. So just get us whatever we need. Shopkeeper:Alright, so that will be one Noblewomans masquerade dress, two nobleman outfits, three wolf masks, a giant lady's wig, and two of our famous 4 foot tall pirate hats! *holds out the outfits along with the bill* If its too expensive, you can also get in wearing the cheaper private-exposing role-play animal costumes. All three:NO! Shopkeep:Awww..You'd all look good in the naughty bearsuit...Nobody wants to buy the bearsuit. Garm:I can see why.. Shopkeep:That stupid Spencer's Love shop down the street is running all the deviant stores out of business..Nobody buys obscene stuff from us anymore. Fsoi:*pays* Wow, hey theres even a size in here that could fit you, Bargest. Bargest:Yes! Piemaster:Whos Wallace? SS:Its Walter- AH forget it! Anyway,DONT ASK! *slashes both of his claws at Piemaster, hitting him across the face and sending him flying back, though he flips through the air and lands on his feet* Piemaster:His first name sounds like a last name. *blasts a large lightning ball* SS:*counters with an equally large shadowbolt* That night in Millfeilds. The three are looking at Reaver's mansion from a small distance. Bargest:(wearing a flamboyant purple nobles suit with the wolf mask and hat) Ugh, this bloody ape suit is so damned hot and heavy. Garm:(dressed in a similiar fashion, only the suit is orange)I feel your pain, brother. Fsoi:(Wearing a gargantuan curly wig almost as tall as she is, and a yellow nobles dress with the wolf mask) Neither of you know the definition of suffering...Well, lets go get this over with! This dress feels like it's made out of cement! The three approach the gate. Masked Guard:HALT! Whats the password? Fsoi:....Err, password? MG:Hahaha, I'm just kidding! Go on through. Your rather late though, you missed alot of the rituals and the drinking. You still might be able to make it to the orgy though, but I'd hurry. Fsoi:We'll pass. The three walk in. MG:...Wait, why would they come if they dont want to actually party...?...Bah. I'm thinking too much... The three walk inside the mansion, the sound of a band is heard. Fsoi:....Wow, this looks like it'd be a pretty nice mansion if it werent for all these drunk and naked people lying around...And confetti, alchohol, food, clothes-*prepares to go on* Garm:Basically Its like a hobbe colony during mating season. Bargest:Well, lets go look for our comrades already! Garm:*looks at all the doors* Uhhh..But which way do we go? Fsoi:...I guess we could head right first. Bargest:Rights usually not right. Or left for that matter. I vote we just make a beeline through the center. Garm:That might draw some attention we dont need right now. Besides wouldnt a private arena be held in a basement of sorts? Bargest:I just think we should head straight. Fsoi:Lets play rock paper scissors. Garm:...What the hell is that? Fsoi:We all count to three and hold out our hands in one of the mentioned shapes, rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Garm:Ok... *some figures appear on the upper floor* The three play rock paper scissors, Fsoi gets scissors, Bargest gets rock, and Garm gets paper. Fsoi:......Ok, tie.lets try that again. *the figures draw guns* The three go another round, Fsoi gets paper, Bargest gets rock, and Garm gets scissors. Garm:Damn it Bargest! Bargest:What? Garm:Quit picking rock! Bargest:But I like rock, I dont even know what a scissors is! And paper sucks. Fsoi:*sigh* Fine, lets go again. Garm:Yes.*evil grin* Bargest:*shrugs* *the figures get their aim correct* The three play again, both Fsoi and garm draw paper, and Bargest draws scissors. Garm/Fsoi:.... Bargest:*smiles* Hey! I won! Garm:You cheated! Bargest:But you told me not to pick rock! Garm:But I didnt tell you to pick scissors did I?! Bargest:But I hate paper!!! Fsoi:*turns around, facepalming and shaking her head*....*eyes widen at the sight of the guns* HEY- *gunshots* Everything goes black. Fsoi:...Ugh...*wearily opens her eyes*...Huh...*gets up in a panic* Fsoi is on the floor of a checkerboard-like arena with a large wheel at the end and numerous doors branching into other arenas. above it is a balcony, were a certain psychopathic, promiscous, egotistical megalomaniacal yet semi-comic releif prick(Fable III version.) stands overlooking the area wearing a tengu mask, behind him stands a crowd of masqueraders. Their eyes appear glazed. ??:Hohoho, our little sleeping beauty has finally woke up! Just at the right time to, all the preparations for our games are ready! Fsoi:Your Reaver, arent you? Reaver:Well, arent you a perceptive one? I suppose you managed to figure that out after you undoubtedly saw my face on so many of the posters in Bowerstone and finally peiced my name and appearance together! Fsoi:Were is Bargest and Garm?! Reaver:Hmmm? Oh you mean those two hulking rugs you brought in here? They're well taken care of, rest assured. Along with the rest of my competitors. Fsoi:Competitors? Reaver:Oh yes,I caught wind that there was a lovely will user going on a rampage in Bowerstone and I just had to have her and see how she would compete against some of Albion's most ferocious beasts! Of course the guards werent able to capture you but it seems like Fate was kind and "poof"! Your right here in my house! Fsoi:Heres fate for you! KEN KAZE! *launches an attack* The wind blade stops right in front of the balcony, blue lightning sparks and it is deflected back at Fsoi. Fsoi:*narrowly dodges*?! Reaver:Hohohohoho! Fortunately thanks to our...Latest advances in technology I have this whole mansion rigged to keep me and my guests safe while we watch you and the other creatures I captured and mercenaries I hired rip each other to peices! Now, if you happen to survive this ordeal, I may just let you go! Fsoi:What about the three Balverines? Reaver:Hmm? How did you know about the other one? Fsoi:!!!! Reaver:Hmmm...You came in with two balverines and now your asking for a third...? You must be one of those rare female balverines. I thought they were extinct. Fsoi:well, hate to dissapoint you but I'm a human. Reaver:A human helping Balverines? What is the world coming to...And I thought those hippies in Mourningwood were crazy...Anyway, lets begin! My guests are hungry for some action! Before you stands the wheel of misfortune, it selects how you get to die! In others words, your opponents.Let her spin! The wheel of misfortune spins over different shaped emblems. Each one bearing the face of a different creature. Hollow Men(Skeletons/zombies that use human weaponry), Hobbes, Mercenaries, Balverines, wolves, Sand Furies,a large, deformed-looking head, and a emblem that has a skull crossed with a scythe, it glows red instead of green. Reaver:Oh I'm so excited! I cant wait to see on which challenge you fall, please do atleast make it past the first round, wont you? The probability of landing on a harder challenge is zero at first, but as you make it through easy rounds you will have a better chance at fighting something nasty... The wheel lands on the Hobbe emblem. Reaver:Ahh, the vile, obnoxious, foul smelling hobbes. I look forward to seeing their guts splattered on the wall. Yours to, but if you die on the first round it wont be very entertaining now would it? Dont dissapoint. The gate to another arena opens, it leads to a cave-like room with a few bones scattered around. Fsoi:*sighs*
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Post by Spectre on Aug 3, 2011 2:07:32 GMT -6
Back at knothole Glade
Spectre:*leaning against the wall of his hut, rubbing his forehead and grumbling* Bloody Hell!
Snowfang:Master, you dont look so good.
Spectre:If I had a damn gold coin for every time I've heard that I'd be rich enough to just bribe Logan to leave us alone.
Snowfang:I'm just expressing concern over your health. You use to be so much more active and genocidal. Its like your a completely different person.
Spectre:I know. There is no point in killing humans anymore. The ones who wronged us are long-dead now...
Whitefoot:*walks over* Thats a lie. Have you ever stepped foot outside of Witchwood and seen what they're doing to our land?
Ashtooth:Our homes in Westcliff, Silverpines and...*sighs* Darkwood.
Whitefoot:You wouldnt hesitate to slaughter any man who would even attempt to harm those woods or its inhabitants. It was the only time we ever lived in actual harmony....Ah, I miss the good ol' days. We'd work together with the Trolls, Nymphs, and even the Hobbes to protect our forest home.
Spectre:Did it ever occur to you that we set up our territory smack-dab in the middle of an important trade route between the city and country?
Whitefoot:And did it ever occur to you that they set up their towns AROUND our territory, YEARS later after we established it?! And that they drove our old friends the Trolls and Nymphs to extinction because they got in the way of their "progress"? Weve been callously made into trophies, rugs, and even damned PERFUME! What are you going to do once we gather all of our kin? Move us to another land that will inevitably suffer the same fate?
Spectre:Hmm....*walks over to Whitefoot*
Whitefoot:M-master, forgive me, it wasnt in my place to back-talk...
Spectre:..No, your right. Once Albion is taken over completely, we will have nowere else to go. We also might end up violating numerous codes with the laws regarding the relationship between the human and monster worlds if we relocated.
Ashfoot:Master...
Spectre:We will have to take action if we are to remain alive. We must show the humans of Albion we will not be cast aside...After what Fsoi, Garm and Bargest are doing, the humans will want to take action against us. And we will have to take action against them...Better early than never, Am I right lads?!
The Balverines look at Spectre with excited expressions.
Spectre:I am detecting that Garm and Bargest are in danger, they are currently struggling. No doubt Fsoi has run into a spot of trouble as well. I will take 15 white balverines and start a rescue mission.
Spectre lets out a loud howl, 15 white balverines gather in front of him. Spectre springs into the sky, followed by his balverine squad. They leap to Millfeilds, eventually arriving behind Reavers mansion.
Spectre:Were going to want to sneak first, because once we start getting noticed they'll be sending in alot of guards.
White Balverine:But how do we get in?
Spectre:*begins digging rapidly*
WB:Good thinking, master!
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Post by Spectre on Aug 5, 2011 3:06:40 GMT -6
(If you end up recreating that lost post SS, let me know if anything here gets in the way of anything.) Spectre:Yes, but I'm going in first. There could be a trap of some sort. Follow me on the sound of my signal! White Balverines:Of course master! Spectre tunnels under the mansion, he goes deep underground and begins rising. Inside the mansion, Spectre throws a tile out of his way and leaps out of the burrow. Spectre:Hmmm...What the..*looks around, seeing all the cages and balconies, and the wheel*...*growls*Noble bastards, they fail in every way to live up to their title. Spectre listens out, he hears Fsoi casting her wind spells in another room, though it is blocked by iron bars. Spectre:*snarls* *scratches the floor* I dont have the strength to dig through these damned tiles...What are they made out of? Spectre glimses through the cage, he sees Fsoi mercilessly butchering sand furies. Reaver:What a pity! This is hardly entertaining, shes not tiring out and shes cut her way through 5 spins of the wheel in minutes! MINUTES! I wonder how long she could endure the one in my personal quarters? Fsoi:Uuuuuugh....*pinches nose bridge as she ken kazes incoming sand furies* Servant:Well lord Reaver, you do remember what she did to all those heroes and Logans elite guards dont you? Reaver:*shoots the wall, causing it to deflect and hit the servants right buttcok, cue priceless scream and "dance"* Of course I know you nitwit! But still, its bitterly dissapointing seeing all those ambitious mercenaries have their depraved dreams shattered by a young albino girl! Servant:*whines* Fsoi:*coated in blood* Done. Reaver:Why you little..Urgh!..Alright, lets take the wheel for another spin, shall we?! The party walks back into the center of the room, Spectre hides against the wall the balcony is on before they arrive. Fsoi walks in, her eyes are immediately drawn to Spectre. Fsoi:S- Spectre:*holds his index finger against his canine mockery of lips with a stern expression* Fsoi:*nods silently* Reaver:Let her spin! The wheel spins quickly, the symbols for the hobbes, hollow men, wolves, mercenaries, and sand furies are black with a red X over them. The only ones remaining are the Balverines, the deformed head, and the “death icon”. It lands on the deformed head. Reaver:Aaaaahhhh…My special shipment. Yes, this will be truly the best private party ever! A cage opens up to a room with a very swampy climate with an old, dead tree in the middle. Fsoi walks in and the party moves to the unusually high balcony in it. Reaver:Privelaged guests, and doomed contestants! Today I, out of the goodness of my heart, will give you a very special treat! I’ve sent wave after wave of men, just about all of which never returned *fast mumble* atleast not without a debilitating injury..To catch you one of the rarest monsters of all! Today, you get to witness the extinction of Albions last Troll! The will barrier erects around the party. Yet it goes down in the central room to provide the energy for it. Spectre:Hmmmm….*leaps up to the balcony* The earth rumbles as a massive, enraged Swamp Troll rises from the small marsh. It bellows an enormous roar and glares down at Fsoi. Servant: Wow! I thought trolls were extinct! Reaver: All but this one! He was found quivering like a hollow mans jaw down in Wraithmarsh, cleverly hidden in a somewhat forested area. Too bad the enormous shaking tree gave him off. Troll:*eyes glare red* Fsoi:Ken Kaze! Fsoi conjures a blade of wind to slice at the troll, it goes through its blobby body without causing it much harm. Fsoi:Damn!! Troll:*slams its fist down at Fsoi, who narrowly dodges as large spikes erupt from the ground* Fsoi:Kaze Nenshou! A fiery wind surrounds Fsoi, she directs it at the troll and it staggers back grumbling, the mud it’s partially composed of hardens as its movement stops. Fsoi:*looks at the troll*…….Did I get it..? Reaver: Not quite! The trolls flesh begins to writhe with worm-like creatures, they burst free from his skin, discarding the dried, burned outer shell and leaving the troll slightly thinner. Fsoi:Ugh! What are those things!? Servant:Don’t you know anything?! They’re nerve tendrils! Reaver pulls the trigger on his gun, the bullet richochets around the room and hits the servant in his other buttock. Servant:YEEOOOWWWW!!! Fsoi:So basically, they’re what makes that thing function? Servant:Yep! *gunshot* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! Fsoi:…Ken Kaze. A violent blade of wind rushes around the troll, brutally slicing its nerve tendrils and causing them to melt into gangrene. The troll roars painfully and collapses onto the floor, melting into swamp matter. Fsoi:…. Reaver:………………*shoots his servant again* Servant:AAAGH!!! Reaver:Hhaahhah. Well, looks like you’ve stood up against everything thrown at you so far. Theres only two more options left….Return to the central room. I have a very special surprise up my sleeve. Reaver leads his guests into the central room. His servant crawls behind, but as soon as he walks into the hall leading to the central balcony he yelps very briefly. Spectre walks out along with them, wearing the servants outfit and keeping a low profile. Reaver:Theres no real point in spinning the wheel! You have another set of enemies to kill before going to our special final round…Meh, what the hell! The wheel spins very briefly, stopping as soon as it lands on the balverine Icon. Fsoi:B-Balverines? Reaver:Yes, Ironic isn’t it? You came all this way to save your beloved flea-ridden rugs only to have to slaughter them all for your own survival… None of the gates open. Fsoi:..What happens? Reaver:Hohoho, well, what is a secret society without having a little secret, Hmmm? Reavers guest’s eyes turn completely white and begin glowing faintly, they leap into the arena, transforming into balverines on the way down. Fsoi:Oh no… The balverines back Fsoi up into a corner. Before they get to her, Spectre attempts to intervene. Spectre:*leaps in, jumping in front of Fsoi* Halt! This human is one of our allies! I demand you cease this behavior! Balverine:*hesitantly snaps at Spectre* Spectre:Have you gone mad? Throwing your lot in with…Him?! Balverine:*leaps* Spectre:*grabs it by the neck in midair, bringing it down to his face* Y-….You’ve been bewitched…*throws it a mild distance* Reaver:…You! I remember that horrid voice and those disgusting bloody eyes! Spectre: All I need to remember about you, is that you tried to sell my kin to the crucible years ago! Reaver:So hideous… Spectre:What have you done to my kin? Reaver:Turns out Balverines are far from tameable, had to resort to using magic to bring them under my control. Spectre:Well, “Hero of Skill”, two can play at a game of guile. Spectre lets out a loud, monstrous howl. There is silence for a moment. …. Reaver:..What in blazes was tha- The tiles on the floor suddenly flip up, the entire squadron of white balverines leaps into the room from underground and howl. Reaver:?! Spectre:Hold our bewitched comrades down! The white balverines hold down the hypnotized balverines to prevent movement. Reaver:Well, it looks like things aren’t going quite as planned! I think I’ll be taking my leave ri- Reaver is suddenly shoved off the balcony, he falls into the arena landing face-first. There is a mild cracking noise. Servant(in his undergarments, and clearly very pissed) Hey Reaver, I’ve always wanted to tell you how big of a slimy, treacherous, murderous, disgusting, tyrannical twat you were. But I think that by kicking you into a pit full of balverines, my action did that! Reaver:Why you wretched, miserable little…Do you realize who I AM?! I’m Reaver! I am the supreme overseer of Albions industry! I have more power than you could- NO- DON’T TOUCH THAT!!! Servant:*smirks, then waves with his fingers as his other hand is slowly turning down the lever for the wheel* Tatty-bye`~ *hauls ass* The wheel spins menacingly, all of the options besides one have been defeated. It spins, eventually reaching the red death emblem. The blank walls of the central arena open up, each of them revealing glowing eyes. Bargest and Garm emerge in their balverine forms, their eyes indicate that they’ve been charmed. One of the walls shines with four eyes, two sets upon eachother. A Large Balverine emerges, its size is a point between Garm and Bargest. It is coated in dark, coarse black fur with a mild tint of red, he is quite muscular in build. The balverine is highly deformed, its face has four eyes as opposed to the usual two, and within its large mouth is another mouth. He has another set of smaller ,crooked claws growing from between his fingers, His tail is forked into two at the end. Fsoi:*puts her hand over her mouth* Spectre:Orthros… Reaver:*panicking, backing against a wall* The large balverines have a hard time deciding their target. Though they eventually split. Barghest going after Fsoi, garm going after Spectre, and the deformed Orthros going towards Reaver. Reaver:N-no! Get back! *fires at him with his flintlock pencil* Orthros:*opens his mouths, trailing drool* Spectre:*trying not to make sudden movements though curiously observing Reaver*Hmmm…Reaver, break this spell on them. Reaver:What? No! If I’m dying, your all going down with me! Spectre:But I can make sure we all live… Reaver:Bollocks! You’ll make them eat me alive! Spectre: Your about to be eaten right now. I have no reason to lie, Fsoi and I could work together to fight them off and just let Orthros chow down. I’m giving you the opportunity to live. And whats more important than the life of Reaver? Reaver:Do you promise?! Swear?! Spectre:I swear that I wont let them kill you. Reaver:Oh..Alright! Its in the charm I’m wearing, damn cheap thing got damaged and made me lose control from the fa- Fsoi:KEN KAZE!! Reaver:Let me finish why don’t you?! The pendant is sliced by the blade of wind, it falls apart sparking with energy. The color returns to the Balverines eyes, Orthro’s eyes are a dark pink color with a red pupil slit. The white balverines let the bewitched ones go. Garm and Barghest look at eachother, then at Orthros. All three:…BROTHER!!! The three black balverines run to eachother a share a group hug. Garm:Orthros! I’m glad to see you unharmed! Orthros:(voice sounds like two individual voices whispering and angrily talking at the same time) As am I, my brothers! Barghest:Its all thanks to master! Spectre:*gestures towards Fsoi* Barghest:Uhh, and his female human friend. Orthros:*walks over*….Ooooooooooh…Master, befriending a human..Most odd…But Master is wise, he will do the right thing….*turns his head towards Reaver*…But this man…Took us from Westcliff, and he made us do his bidding. Made us his arena fodder!..And..Something I found, in the basement..*growls* Orthros holds out an old, tattered book. Spectre:Hm? Whats that? Reaver:Oh its- errr! Nothing! Nothing at all! Just an old journal of mine, just a lot of british schoolboy angst and the like… Spectre:Then you shouldn’t mind too terribly if I read it. *looks through the book* Spectre reads for a few minutes as the balverines stretch and regain their proper trail of thought. He gets a look of disgust and fury on his face after reading it. The black Balverines look as well, and develop similar expressions. He closes the book, along with his eyes. Spectre:….It was you.*eyes shoot open towards Reaver* You’re the one who cursed Darkwood and made it into Wraithmarsh! Reaver: Uh, look…I didn’t think that would happen I… Spectre:Our oldest home in Albion, has been reduced to an uninhabitable mess of poisonous sludge because of your vanity?! Something so trivial you’d damn yourself and all of those you love for it?! Orthros:In all of my time alive, this is one of the worst humans I have ever seen! Barghest:You’re the one who destroyed our home?! And slaughtered all the creatures with it?! Garm:And commiting mass homicide just so you could stay young, and your still doing it to maintain it. Barghest:Oooooh! Theres some damn good lookin’ recipes I’ve wanted to try out! I think I’ll use you as my main ingredient! Garm:I say we impale him on a tree, simple that way and gory enough for my satisfaction. Orthros:*drools* Impale and burn him over an open fire! Barghest:Oh, Orthros, I got a nice recipe I bet we’ll all enjoy if that’s what you wanna do! Reaver:Hey! Now remember, you sweared you wouldn’t kill me! Spectre:…Of course. And I am a monster of my word Balverines:*growl angrily* Spectre:…Balverines. Balverines:*turn towards Spectre* Spectre: Break his legs.The balverines viciously approach Reaver, they take no time In violently breaking his legs, snapping them in multiple places, from the bottom of his shin to his upper leg. Reaver screams in pain as his legs are violently crooked. Spectre: Now, the arms.Reaver:Why are you doing this?! You filthy, lying BASTARD!!! The Balverines break his arms in a similar manner, Reaver starts to grow nauseous from the pain. Reaver:S-s-STOOOOP!! Spectre:Now give him the traditional Balverine Crushing Torsion Castration. Reaver:Wh-what! No- NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Fsoi:*turns her head, covering her ears and closing her eyes* *cue long, drawn out series of screams and horrific gory noises* Blood splatters across the room, all the balverines grin in excitement as it is splashed on them. A little while later. Reaver is completely unclothed, his privates are concealed and bandaged by bloody gauzz. Spectre kicks him into the basement of the mansion. Reaver:Y-You bastard..You lying, disgusting animal… Spectre:…I have no stain on my conscience.*terrifying grin* You didn’t say anything about torture…I’ll leave the killing to the Shadow Court! Reaver:W-wait! NO! Spectre coldly slams the cellar door on Reaver. The balverines set the mansion alight and exit, Spectre leaps atop the highest spire and looks down on the Balverines. Spectre: Send out a sign to Logan. Bathe these houses in a sea of purifying fire, let its black smoke fill the sky with the smell of scorching human flesh. Let the hopeless screams of the nobles be our trumpet, which we shall blow to declare the beginning of what will become the bloodiest war between the humans of Albion and the Balverines in our ancient, blood-soaked history! The balverines get a look of uncanny excitement on their faces, they begin to storm through millfeilds burning the mansions and sending the nobles fleeing, who are mercilessly hunted down. The rampage goes on until the sky is black with smoke and the buildings are reduced to ash. The street is littered with the corpses of nobles. Children are miraculously excluded… Spectre:My Children and Brothers! Let us return to Witchwood and prepare for the morrow! We will storm Bowerstone and put all who oppose our uprising in their rightful place as human garbage! Spectre lets out a loud howl, he leaps off of the spire, which collapses in fire, and heads back to Witchwood followed by his kin. Fsoi:…. (Damn, I bet I have a crapton of errors in this post. I just cant seem to stop typing in the AMs..)
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Aug 6, 2011 3:57:40 GMT -6
(Truth be told, that's better than what mine was gonna be. It was just gonna be something akin to the MK theme post with a piece from POTC 3.) Fsoi: *Shrugs, having done her research on literally everyone in Albion long before attacking* Well, I can't say they don't deserve it. *Joins the slaughter* SS: *Covered in scars, (including the one across his eye. He never healed that one.) and bleeding slightly, which is better than Piemaster* Piemaster: *Panting* I don't care... what you are... but your sister... messed up my pie spree! SS: Right. Let's make this very clear ezinja. I! *Stabs him in the throat* DON'T! *slices his arm off at the elbow* GIVE! *Picks up the Rolling pin* A! *Stabs him in the sternum* RATS! *Kicks it further in* ARSE!!! *Executes a critical pain devestator, spearing through the heart and brain, finally bringing him to within an inch of death* *Grabs him by the throat and holds him up* You'd better be worth it. *Tentacles erupt from his chest, spear Piemaster and consume him* *Hears screaming and balverine roars* What?! Son of a- *Flies towards the source* WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! *Strikes at the nearest Balverine, only to be blocked by-* Fsoi? What the hell're ya doin'? Fsoi: *Struggling* (Desperately) There's a... reason... SS: (Confused) What? Fsoi: You... don't understand! SS: *Stares into her eyes and removes his claws* Make me. Fsoi: (Hesitantly) Okay, but I've never used mind magic before. SS: Heh. My mind's been broken more times than I can count. I don't think an experimental telepathy spell'll do anything. Fsoi: Right. Here goes. *Embeds everything she knows about Albion into Shadows head* SS: *Eyes crackle with electricity* Shadow. Soulforged. Scryer. Is. PISSED! *Relentlessly tears through everyone to get to Logains castle* I don't care that they're human, Specter's got me' full support on this! Garm: *Growls in pain after being slashed across the face, pounces on his attacker and crushes his skull* Fsoi: ! *Leaps onto Garms back and stabs an axe-wielding hero in the eyes, piercing the brain* Sorry Garm! (And thanks for being patient mate.)
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Post by Spectre on Aug 10, 2011 1:52:13 GMT -6
(Sure thing.) Garm:It’s alright! So long as the job is done, feel free to use me as a pillar. It is approaching nightfall, The Balverines have arrived at the docks of Bowerstone, having leaped all the way from Witchwood. Their numbers are in the low hundreds, but they are attacking relentlessly. Most of the battle is being fought around the start of Bowerstone Old Quarter, the primary residence of the low-to-middle class citizens. Balverine:*leaps upon a guard, decapitating him with a bite, then falling down on his remains to have a brief meal* Another Balverine pounces on a guard from the top of a building, who keeps the Balverine’s jaw away with his Blunderbuss. Another guard runs over and aims his, but a Balverine leaps from the sky and breaks his neck, the struggling guard is unable to keep holding his Blunderbuss and gets maimed to death. Fsoi uses her Ken Kaze to slice apart two incoming guards. Barghest:*using his cleaver to horizontally cut incoming guards in half* Damn, this is actually kinda depressing. Fsoi:Huh? Barghest:Every single person we kill is...A person..They have their own thoughts, memories, feelings. Each of them a complex, living being. Yet we mow them aside like grass. Guards:*simultaniously*OBEY THE LAW! Fsoi:I....I actually never thought of it that way. *continues decimating guards* Now Brutalized Guards:*simultaneously* TIS JUST A FLESH WOUND!*die* Barghest:I know, right? I mean, we stand out alot because of the "high positions" we have, or "advanced powers" or a flat out odd dresscode. But in terms of thought, memory, personality...Theres countless amounts of us. Unique in their own way. Fsoi:Your saying that all beings, great and small alike, are all the same in regard to uniqueness? Barghest:Yes! Fsoi:...Making us of equal value regardless of who and what we are. Guards:*simultaneously*OBEY THE LAW. Barghest:Exactly! Makes you think, doesnt it? Guards: FOR HIS MAJESTY! *have large TNT barrels strapped onto their backs, all of them alight* Garm:SHIT!!! The guards leap upon the group, Fsoi generates a gigantic wind barrier to take the blast. The sound of the explosion can be heard for many miles, alot of the city is now on fire. The barrier lowers. The four look around shocked at the sheer carnage and dead guards. Barghest:......I still stand by what I said. Back out in the streets. Fsoi and the Black Balverines are casually walking through, killing anybody who opposes them. Fsoi:This whole invasion thing is going alot easier than I expected. Barghest:I know! Fsoi:*glumly* You make it sound like its a good thing. Barghest:Errr...Isnt it? Fsoi:No, not really. Not to long ago we went on a vacation to China. We get attacked by mobsters. Were killing them in the thousands. I mean, theres chinaman blood spurting in directions I didnt even know existed. And then we get caught up in this gigantic mess, right? This crazy five foot possibly deviant vampiress comes along and we start having trouble, my older brother beats her without too much of a problem. A little while later? More come. With Americans. Crazy faggots riding on Harlies being led by this HUGE mother****er named Wallace. Had to be eight feet tall in the least, and had the thickest damn frame! He then proceeds to utterly murder us. We survive and drive them off miraculously after he leaves. THEN we take a vacation to a snowy northern land. Its all nice and tranquil, were in time for a festival! The festival? Turns out to be a ritual were they chain babies and small children out to be eaten by crazed perversions of Yetis. We fight them, not too bad at first. Then, guess what? Barghest:...Another huge guy comes along? Fsoi:Yep, and since were all tired and beat from fighting off his storms of lessers, and worse, his mother comes along to. And shes like an ice-cold mix of the girl off the Grudge and Alma....Miraculously, we survive. Now, I'm just waiting for the next hugeass killer to come along and beat us into a mash again. Which we will likely survive, only for this rape-cycle to repeat. *inhales* Garm:....Oh. Barghest:But whats that about faggots riding motorcycles? Its preposterous! Fsoi:..What? Barghest:A Fag's just an unpleasant old woman!....Would a faggot be it's offspring? Garm:Maybe so... Fsoi:But- I thought..Uggh. Forget it. Theres a different definition in every country. And even then, it's constantly changing. Garm:It used to mean a "Pile of Sticks". Orthros:*sniffs the air* I smell gunpowder. Fsoi:huh? Spectre:LOOK OUT!*leaps down from the sky* Spectres chest is suddenly blown open, revealing some of his bones and innards at work. His muscle mass is a blackish color, his blood being black with a mild red tone. Garm:Master! Spectre:Get back! Theres more! A distance away, there is a group of mercenaries, all of them armed with quality rifles and longswords. They are led by a fairly tall figure, wearing a blood-red cloak. He weilds a long-barreled silver blunderbuss with a black wooden stock. ??:Well, and I thought you were a tough old dog to survive just one of my shots. Then again you had your buddies there to save you. Barghest, Orhtros, and Garm suddenly look nervous. They slowly back away cautiously. Crimson:Dont move. The riflemen aim their weapons, the Balverines stop. Fsoi:..Whats wrong? Barghest:Th-that robe! Orthros:Stained with the blood of a thousand beasts! Garm:The mantle of Albion's most deadly huntress to ever live... Spectre:Yet this one is a male. Who are you? Crimson: I am Crimson. I believe you can tell already that I'm a descendant of Scarlet Robe, the legendary slayer of Balverines. Garm:*gulps* The balverines growl, some of them whine. Fsoi:Who's scarlet robe? Spectre:Basically a Balverine Boogeywoman nowadays. But centuries ago she played a large part in our near-extinction. She was even the one who brought down the axe that ended my life two hundred years ago. Hell, when she was just a young teenager she killed a balverine with a peice of wood.Crimson takes out a large, silver two-bladed axe, the blades resembling the wings of an eagle, with a silver eagle head on top of the middle. The handle of the axe has a grip wrapped in a weathered, blood-red cloth. There is a large, black bloodstain on one of the blades. Crimson:Aye, so your the Balvorn. I've been told that the first and last words you spoke to my grandmother and the rest of humanity spoke of a second coming. But I wasnt expecting this, an ill, emaciated ghoul. Spectre:*hisses through his teeth* Dissapointed, are you? Crimson:Quite so, the legends always spoke about how terrifying you were to behold. How a vile, savage titan, scaling in the hundreds of meters, feasted on mountains of human corpses at once, and spawned an entire race of hellish beings by biting one man. Spectre:You'll find that many of my ancient legends are very false or highly exaggerated, but I'm certainly no run-of-the-mill werewolf. Crimson:..*holds one of his hands back at his mercenaries* All of you step back. The riflemen step back and assume a non-aggressive stance. Crimson:I want the glory of killing this beast to myself. Spectre:*snarls, doing the same gesture towards the Balverines and Fsoi* As the crowd clears, the two stand before eachother. Crimson loads his blunderbuss and sheathes it, assuming a two-handed stance with his greataxe. Old favorite, damn, Fable 1 is awesome. Its a pity the series has drifted so radically from its old roots.Spectre:*flexes his fingers, showing his cruelly sharp nails* Crimson:Theres an old legend this axe is cursed. This is the very bloodstain you gave it on the day of your execution. It had utterly corrupted the weapon's beautiful glow. Spectre:*leaps, snarling* Spectre rapidly rushes across Crimson, slicing his claws along his waist, then rapidly leaping in front of Crimson just as he turns around and delivering an uppercut claw swipe. Crimson growls and headbutt's Spectre, then kicks him away causing him to sprawl along the ground. Crimson pulls back his hood, revealing that he has blue eyes, bronze skin, and short, black hair. He is muscular in build, and has a few scars on his arms and face. He currently has a clawmark going up his chin to his lip, bleeding. Crimson:Is that all you've got? Spectre:*scrambles onto his feet and leaps back*......*pupils shrink and vision turns red* Spectre stares at the blood on Crimson's face, his jaw quivers. Crimson:....What the hell are you lookin' at? Impressed you got a hit in on me? Spectre:*twitches*...*cringes*...*shakes his head, growling* Fsoi:....Spectre? Spectre:*growls like a canine* Spectre runs madly into Crimson, tackling him and biting into his arm, filling the wound with poison to the point were it leaks out. Crimson:Aagh!!! *begins thrashing around, Spectre clinging on madly* After about a minute, Crimson stands up calmly but painfully, with a look of rage on his face. He takes out his blunderbuss and holds it one-handed, he aims it at Spectre's head. Crimson:To hell with hanging your hideous head on a wall! Fsoi and the balverines cringe as a loud gunshot is heard, and a torrent of dark blood sprays over the area. Spectre has had most of his head blown off, it's rolling on the ground. All thats left is the stub of his neck, some lower jaw, and the lower back of his skull. His barbed tongue flails wildly as his body is thrown back, twitching, bleeding, and writhing like mad, his collar begins sparking short ranged black lightning chains, it then begins smoking as the leather darkens, the gems grow dull, crack and burst, and the lion head emblems fall off and shatter into dust. The leather bits fall off, revealing a dark, smoking, slightly deep scar around his neck. His body enters a fetal position, his bones cracking as they curl up like a dying arachnid. His clothing falls off in bits, turning into hair as they hit the ground leaving a shrivelling, black figure. Spectre's body stops moving as his blood pours out of his body, leaving it boney and emaciated. Fsoi:...*utterly shocked*S....Spectre? The balverines get a look of absolute dread on their faces, they gather around their masters corpse and look down on him. Barghest:M...*tear forms in his eyes* Master....? Garm:No...No!!! Orthos:*gasping, falling onto his knees and drooling*My lord...*collapses face first onto the ground, sobbing* The balverines have a look of utter devastation on their faces, they all begin howling for their dead leader. The Black Balverines join in to. Crimson:....I did it...I killed the Balvorn... Barghest:...*eyes flare orange, gets up menacingly, discarding his cleaver* You..Wretched human trash!! Garm:*howls* KILL THEM ALL!! Orthros:*roars savagely* Crimson:Fire. Crimson's men open fire, there is an endless hail of bullets and pellets firing towards the Balverines and Fsoi, the Balverines charge relentlessly through it, but before they can get close they are put down and mutilated by the constant gunfire. Crimson takes out his blunderbuss and begins firing as well. The balverines are dropping in the scores at a time, Barghest charges but has a huge hole blown through his midsection by Crimson's blunderbuss. He falls onto his back, dead. Garm leaps through the air for an aerial attack, but he is shot to peices by a hail of rifle fire. Orthros charges madly through the gunfire, not flinching in pain or stopping even at Crimson's blunderbuss fire. However, he is brought down when he is just feet away from crimson, collapsing at his feet. Fsoi is left standing alone, on top of a sea of Balverine corpses. Many of which transform back into dead humans. Fsoi:*eyes are widened* Crimson:Put that bitch down! Fsoi:*screams*HURRICA- Fsoi is shot in the back. Fsoi:*gasps* She is shot again behind her legs, knocking her onto the ground. Fsoi:*turns around* Logans soldiers arrive from the back. Soldier:This "element of suprise" you suggested really worked Crimson! A soldier cruelly shoots Fsoi in the shoulder, she yelps as her blood shoots forward. Soldier:Hahhahah! *shoots the other shoulder* Fsoi yelps again, this time a bit of her blood shoots onto Spectre's head stump. Soldier:*laughs and shoots again* The shot goes through Fsoi's upper arm. Crimson:Enough, let the bitch bleed to death. Lets go further in the city, the psycho that killed piemaster is going on a rampage. All the men march into the city. Fsoi weakly stands up. Fsoi:*breathes heavily, the shot through her back bleeding*... Fsoi weakly staggers over to Spectre, nearly falling every step of the way. Fsoi:...I...I'm sorry, Spectre.. Spectres corpse is non respondant. Fsoi:...I should have intervened with my...Huh? One of Spectre's fingers is twitching. Fsoi looks down, and widens her eyes in shock. Fsoi:....M.My blood? Some of Fsoi's blood from the shooting has landed on Spectres neck. It is being sucked in as if it were a sponge. As it is absorbed, the twitching sensation spreads to his other fingers. Fsoi:Are you hungry..? Spectres arm reaches out, grabbing Fsoi's, his strength is extremely weak although he is trying to get a firm grip, his claws rake mildly agains Fsoi's wrists, causing her to bleed some before the arm retracts, twitching. Fsoi:*looks around* Worth a try. This isnt good.Fsoi holds her arm over Spectre's neck, she squeezes the cut with her other hand causing the blood to slowly drip. It is eagerly absorbed into Spectre's neck. His body twitches, the spasms slowly becoming more intense as he absorbs more. After Fsoi's wound bleeds for about half a minute, Spectre throws himself onto his feet, he is still twitching wildly and eerily. His bald, disembodied head quivers, his eyes turning a solid, fleshy red color. They move around, his nose sniffs the air. Spectre's body walks over and grabs the head, attaching it to his neck. It regenerates, fusing the two back together. He shambles over to the human bodies of his deceased balverines and falls down upon them, eating them. As he eats, his pace increases. To the point were he is picking bodies clean in minutes. Fsoi watches, disturbed as she loses consciousness. Spectre keeps eating, eventuallly all that remains is a few balverine corpses. Spectre slowly stands up, his body cracking upright. He snaps his head in numerous directions, flexing in erratic ways, his eyes move around, eyeing all of the surroundings. He falls down onto all fours, his body bloats and explodes into an enormous mass of black colored melted flesh. It erects itself, standing upright. Limbs branch from it, leaving tendrils of slime connecting them to the body which snap apart as they stretch out. The mass collapses onto it's knees, still dripping, though the drops hastily return to the main body. it slowly begins to take a more detailed shape, a skeleton can be seen developing inside. The horrid mass slowly transforms into solid muscle, veins start to slither from it and form a functional system. Its organs growing inside and connecting. The bones, which are a rust red color, begin to take control. The blob then collapses, taking down all the bones with it as they begin to rapidly shape into a balverine. Spectre, transforming into a balverine, stands around 12 feet tall. He is covered in thin, black fur that thickens at his back. He has numerous sharp hair tendrils growing from his back signifying his age and power, and a long ratty tail with fur thickening as it approaches the tip. He opens his massive mouth, were long, sharp pointed white teeth rip out from his black gums. His tongue hangs from his mouth, coated in small, backwards facing barbs. His hollow eye sockets grow eyes, which rotate into place, turning pure, bright red with a thin iris slit. Long, razor sharp nails burst from his bony fingers. He snaps his jaws, salivating a thick, pitch black poison that burns and steams as it hits the ground. He sniffs the air with his large snout, which trickles with dark mucus. Spectre twitches in a rage, frothing at the mouth profusely and thrashing his head around, coating the area in poison. He goes on an absolute warpath, and begins tearing down buildings and consuming the human inhabitants with his long tongue and teeth, regardless of their age or affiliation. He charges through the city like a wild animal, demolishing and eating all in his path.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Aug 10, 2011 8:18:46 GMT -6
SS: *In the throne room* Ya gotta be kiddin me ezinja. *Looks back at the trail of corpses* (Mutters) Where the hell- *Scrys and senses Fsoi, Specter and his balverines* . . .
Crimson: It appears he is about the same strength as the Balvorn, yet less, well, adaptable. There should be no problem killing hi-
The castle explodes.
Shadow is hovering where it once was, glowing red, glaring at the humans and physically shaking with rage.
SS: (Sounds like he's roaring, hissing and whispering at the same time) Humans. I don't know many decent members of your kind, yet my brother still insists that you're nothing more than an extremely vocal minority. And I believe him. You... Albion abominations truly, truly sicken me. You accept what happens so long as it benefits you right now, you can't be ARSED to care for anyone else, my little sister will DIE if she isn't helped, you even tried to exterminate a sentient species after they tried peaceful negotiations. I wasn't bred for peace, but even I...
Crimson: You're just a demon. You don't know how we work.
SS: *Eyes blaze* No, no I don't. I've seen enough of this place to know how it is. You mortally wounded my little sister, very nearly killed my best friend and murdered his his allies. I'll kill every human in Albion. You can't stop me.
Crimson: I killed the balvorn, I can kill a man-made monster like you! I do not care that you killed piemaster, you're a mindless demon and for the safety of humanity, I will personally kill you, your bastard brother and you bitch sister. The other bitch should be dead by now.
SS: ...
A spike of ice erupts from the ground and spears the soldier who almost killed Fsoi through the balls.
Soldier: *Screams in sheer agony*
SS: *Floats over to him, his aura flaring, blinding and intimidating the others* I could put you out of your misery so easily. I could break your neck, tear out your heart or devour you, assimilating your memories and strength.
Soldier: *Tears streaming down his face* Anything! I'm begging you!
SS: ... I don't think I will thanks. You'll be dead from blood loss in about a minute, let's see how you like it. And then there's the whole new torture known as hell. *Turns away*
Crimson: You monster! Men, stand your ground! Don't let him run!
SS: You're not worth the effort.
Crimson: Bullshit! I am Crimson the balverine slayer! I am the grandson of Scarlet Robe, legendary hunter of lycanthropes! I-
SS: What you are is an egomaniac with a magic axe. Nothing more. *Casually cuts each of them down*
Crimson: W-what are you?!
SS: The likes of you don't deserve to know. *effortlessly slices his throat, destroys his axe by freezing and shattering it* *Raises an eyebrow as Crimson chokes* Oh? I thought you liked bleeding to death. My mistake. *Shadowports to Fsoi and puts all his energy into healing her, draining his red aura, though his statement about killing (nearly) every human in albion still stands.* Come on Fsoi, speak ta me will ya lil' sister?
Fsoi: *Weakly opens her eyes* Specter's gone... I don't know. He hasn't gone feral like this before.
SS: Shhh. Just get some rest 'kay? I'll handle it.
Fsoi: I still don't like these humans. They give my species a bad name.
SS: I know. All the more reason to kill 'em. *Takes off after Spectre*
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Post by Spectre on Aug 20, 2011 23:18:16 GMT -6
Spectre is ruthlessly tearing through any man or manmade structure in his path. The guards have gone from trying to kill him to fleeing from Bowerstone. They manage to go a good way's without being chased, but as they approach the edge of the city were the docks are, Spectre tackles some buildings, collapsing them in the villagers way. He does the same with alot of other buildings, helplessly trapping the Albion citizens in a pen of their own ruined architecture. He leaps in front of them and vomits a wave of poison, drowning them in it but not before they corrode horribly. Spectre gets on all fours and begins licking the bloody soup up with his tongue.
SS:*lands on a building behind him* *eyes widen* Havent seen your Balverine form in a while. Looks like it's changed with ya.
Spectre ignores him and continues eating.
SS:.......?
Spectre licks up all the poison and villagers, wiping the ground with his tongue. There is a large, corroded, black stained crater were he vomited.
Spectre turns around, staring at SS viciously. He begins to breath rapidly and froth at the mouth, twitching his head around.
SS:Are ya sick again?
Spectre leaps at SS, he attempts to dodge but Spectre's intent seemed to be leaping over him. He rushes off into the city and resumes his rampage.
In the Bowerstone castle war room.
A bloody, half-clothed nigh-skeletal guard staggers in, appearantly having survived some contact with Spectre's miasma.
Logan:?!
Guard:*agonized voice as his flesh falls off* Everyone is dying! DYING!! The city is in flames! The Balvorn and some Bio-freak have destroyed Bowerstone! My family's been made into stew! *falls backwards*
Logan:Damn it!
Logan angrily walks over to the other side of the room and glares at the man reading a book. On closer inspection it's a bible.
Logan:Damn you ! Were are these super-soldiers you promised!
The man stands up, hes a bit over Spectre's height, wears a long, grey duster over a black suit, and a golden cross on his neck. He is bald, light-skinned, and square jawed. He has a rather bored looking facial expression.
??:We'll have the soldiers fully developed in due time Logan.
Logan:"Due time"?! Its been way past "Due time"!!! My city has been ravaged!!! The "heroes" you gave me, dead! I've given you my entire treasury, and I want my damn soldiers!
??:And we thank you for your generous payment , but our reason here is not for the money, it's been a test run and our product needs alot of work...*puts the bible in his coat pocket, walks over and looks out the window with his hands behind his back* We got what we need from here, though. And we can use it to improve. Albion has been truly our most heroic martyr thus far. And the world will be a better place for it some day..Perhaps it could be a way of atonement for you heathens, as a little side bonus.
Logan:..You..You filthy traitor!! You've scammed your last!
Logan decapitates the man with his cutlass. He stomps on his corpse.
Logan:*hysterically walks over to his war map* Albion..My Albion...Destroyed...My men and citizens! Dead!!
Logan widens his eyes in pain as a bayonet-like blade comes out of his chest.
Logan:..*turns around, widens his eyes in horror*I-Im possible...
??:I possess some of the qualities we are currently trying to outfit our soldiers with. Instant regeneration, impossibly high reflexes, speed, and power...Unfortunately such engineering is impractical and overly expensive at the least, and its still not enough to satisfy my superiors after hundreds of my kin were murdered by the Shuzen's brute years ago. All that money and time, swallowed by a human whale.
Logan:What are you talking about?!
??:*stabs deeper, Logan cringes* Nothing, I rambled...Anyway Logan, we have no use for you. But your funding will allow us to get to the position of power we had years ago, which will be a satisfactory start. So I thank you for that. Dont worry, your kingdom didnt die in vain.*Rips out the bayonet, Logan falls to the floor*
Logan:*blood seeps from his mouth*........*right hand twitches**coughs* Who are you?
Robin:I am but a humble emmisarry of the Vatican's thirteenth branch, Iscariot.A military devoted to cleansing the world of heathens and monsters. I go by the name of Robin.
Logan:I''m sorry, I'm no religious proffessor but isnt Iscariot the name of the apostle who betrayed Jesus? Wouldnt naming yourselves that be rather innapropriate?
Robin:.....Not as much as you'd think. *stomps Logan's head, finishing him off*
Robin walks over to the window, he sees Spectre rampaging with SS following.
Robin:A pair of drooling animals...
SS:Spectre! Snap out of it! We already killed every living human in Bowerstone!
Spectre:*Roars and charges through the city wall, the leaps into the sky, practically soaring.*
In Mourningwood*Snicker*
There is a group of Hippies cultivating blue mushrooms.
Hippy1:Ah, I've counted 800 mushrooms so far, this is like, our biggest crop yet man!
Hippy2:Totally, we might even have two or three left over to sell to replace these drag tools man.
Hippy1:"Sell" is a word used by the Man, man. The correct word is "trade the mushroom for a groovy donation to our righteous cause."
Hippy2:Your right dude! That was very conservative of me...
Hippy1:It's all groovy, man.
Spectre lands, he drools on the garden and the bloody poison courses through the crops. The Blue mushrooms are stimulated by it, they turn large and purple, with a black smoke of spores coming from them.
Hippy2:Not cool man, we spent months trying to grow those mushrooms.
Hippy1:Dont be so insensetive man, weve been visited by a Balverine! A precious child of nature!
Hippy2:I'm sorry big precious furry dude...Hey, did our mushrooms get bigger.?
Hippy1:Ah sweet dude, they're like, producing spores! Let's give 'em a sniff!
Hippy 2 picks up the Purple Mushroom and inhales enough spores to blacken his innards.
Hippy 2:...Dude, I feel like, all warm and gooey insi-BLALAARRARAAGGAGAGHHH!!!*Head twitches in all directions, making sickening cracking noises followed by his limbs, begins growling and frothing at the mouth*
The Hippy's spasming limbs tie themselves in knots, he falls onto the ground, twitching as blood runs profusely from his nose and eyes. A small stain appears on the front of his pants.
Hippy1: Aw man, let me try that!
The hippy snorts the spores violently, he goes into a similiar fit.
Spectre has been flattening houses and slaughtering the citizens of Mourningwood in the time it took for the two to get high. He jumps off to another location.
SS flies by, he looks at the two hippies and lands.
SS:Damn, Spectre works fast in this mood.*looks at the hippies* What the-...*sees the mushrooms coated in Spectre's poison* Wow, Spectre can make mushrooms that causes people to whirl up and piss themselves to death.
Upper half of a horizontally slashed hippy:*crawls over and looks*..I think those stains are too small and dense to be pee man.
SS:...Pardon?
Hippy:..*grin*
SS:..*stomps the hippy to death*...Damn, should have asked him were Spectre hopped off to. Lets see if I can Scry-
SS inhales a small amount of the spores.
SS:*tears up as a small trail of blood runs from his nose*
A small ringing noise comes from SS's lower body.
SS:...WHAT IS THIS MILD MOVEMENT....IN PANTS?! I CANT BEAR IT!!!! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!*flies off a jetspeed*
Spectre has demolished a number of smaller settlements during SS's communication with the Hippy and the aphrodisiastic fungus, he has destroyed all the settlements besides Driftwood, which he finishes off.
Spectre:*breathing heavily, holding his head in a fury before growling like a warped canine*
SS arrives and lands.
SS:I saw the rest of Albion..Your really hate the people here, dont you?
Spectre turns around and gives SS a menacing glare. He snarls and violently claws him, slashing him into six peices.
SS:*uses biomass to reassemble* You really have gone wild on us.
Spectre:*snaps his jaws in confusion, drooling and smashing buildings, then stopping breifly to claw at SS*
SS:*narrowly dodges*....Huh?
Chairman:...s..SHadow! Can you hear me?
SS:Chairman?
Chairman:I cant detect Spectre anywere. What happened?
SS:He sustained some critical injuries during our time in Albion, and nearly died from decapitation. He's alive, but hes gone utterly ballistic.
Chairman:No..SS, I communicate with Spectre through his collar, is it still on him?
SS:*narrows his eyes*...No.
Chairman:SS, I need you to knock him out cold and return him to the academy. I believe I can fix this.
SS:What does the collar have to do with this?
Chairman:The collar is what regulates the amounts of youki generated when he transforms. It's all been unleashed in him at once. If I dont get him fixed up soon, hes likely going to die off for good.
Spectre:*breathes heavily, twitching and drooling. Jumps at SS and attempts to rake at him with both of his claws*
SS dodges, Spectre claws the ground, raking up soil and rocks effortlessly.
Chairman:Be careful! We cant have you dying either.
Spectre:*hair stands up as he snarls at SS, approaching on all fours showing his teeth*
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Post by Spectre on Oct 16, 2011 23:40:17 GMT -6
(Damn, this topic has been asleep for too long. I forgot alot of my ideas....Excuse me for any holes in this post.) The two have leapt into heated combat, Their conflict spans for about ten raging minutes, before Spectre halts. Spectre:*flashing multiple shades of coloration as he grips his head, growling* Chairman:He's overloading, freeze him before he explodes! SS follows the chairman's orders, he blasts a large beam of black frost towards Spectre. While it doesnt freeze him, it begins to cool him down. His shades of color come along slowly and turn darker. Spectre returns to his earlier state, though hes sluggish and weak. He collapses into comatose. SS:I'm suprised he lasted that long. Chairman:It could be considered a miracle that he did, usually he seems to melt down much faster. Now hurry and bring him here before he wakes up. SS:Why? Chairman:Hes still in his balverine form, I've got a feeling he'll continue rampaging after he's woken up. Spectre:*growls weakly as smoke radiates from him* SS:A "feeling"? Chairman:Hey, even us enigmatic, cloaked boss-guys have feelings of sentimentality to, you know. I care for my employees, and it's not just because of the steep life insurance I'd have to pay incase something happened to you. SS:We have a life insurance policy? Chairman:Dental to. Though most supernatural creatures have an immunity to things such as tooth decay. I just threw that in to make the position look good, but it counts... SS:Right. I'll bring him over. I gotta go get Fsoi, though.*flies off* SS swoops down with Fsoi in his arms, and stands next to Spectre's body, he shadowports himself and the two to the chairmans office. Chairman:Ah, the balverine form.*walks to the back of the room* SS:*laying Fsoi on a couch* Been a while since I've seen it....Sure has changed alot. He used ta be purple. Chairman:*rummaging through a chest* He looks old. Probably in his "60's" in terms of appearance, from what I've seen of beastmen and lycanthropes.... I'd imagine his purple-to-black coloration would be our equivalent of "greying". However, I think I'm going to be able to nullify this whole "aging" theory of his. The chairman walks back over with a collar, this one is made out of white leather, there are small, malevolent-looking silver wolf heads "studding" the collar, each one of them has a round ruby in it's mouth. SS:Nice collar. Chairman:I just completed it. Fortunately I decided to make this incase the old one broke a while back. This one is made out of much sturdier stuff, and it will be much more effective and hard to break. SS:By the way, Spectre's powers started decreasing not long after you gave him that collar. He became weaker to. Chairman:I've been watching Spectre and I'm beginning to understand more of his nature. The chairman snaps the collar in the air like a whip, it expands in size to where it will wrap around Spectre's enlarged neck. The chairman puts it on him, and it snaps almost enthusiastically around Spectres neck. It tightens down significantly, Spectre begins shrinking down as he returns to his "human" form. SS:?! Spectre resembles his more "youthful" appearance. He has a slightly dark shade of purple skin, with a darker tone to his hair. He retains his monstrous facial features, however. He looks a bit less rugged due to his hair becoming less coarse. His eyes return to being a more healthy tone of red. SS:What happened? Chairman:I'm quite sure I've figured out why Spectre hasnt been as vicious and powerful as he used to be. Think about it, what did Spectre do not long after you had the talk that made him change his views? SS:.....Pardon? Chairman:Think. THINK. SS:Well, he just up and suddenly started weakening. Chairman:Precisely. But why? SS:...I dont know. Chairman:Up until this point, what has he been deprived of? SS:...Well, nothing really. Though it's been a while since he commited rape, but I dont think that has anything to do with his vitality. Chairman:Anything hes EATEN? SS:...No. He ate a massive amount of Miu grunts back in China, then he started acting funny around the time we were in the Yuki-Onna homeland, and was secretly eating the dead bodies of the murdered dotted here and there. And he just went to town in Albion. I've never seen him wreak such carnage. He genocided all the humans there. Chairman:...Huh...I figured you'd know. Alright, heres how it went. You see, those Miu grunts didnt count. At all. SS:But...How..? Chairman:*begins explaining* In China. The group has taken a break from training, they're all sitting in front of a T.V, minus Kokoa. Theres a commercial on. Narrator:Hello there, are you tired of having to hire employees? Paying for expensive equipment and insurance benefits? Well! Worry no more! 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Galaxy Demon: My GRO-A-MOOK(tm) seeds grow so fast, they allow me to keep the Cave of Ordeals restocked with Galactic Demons no matter how many of them are mercilessly slaughtered by random adventurers! Miu Leader:I just grew platoons of millions of soldiers with GRO-A-MOOK(tm)! They're currently assaulting a rival family! Palpatine: With GRO-A-MOOK(tm) I no longer have to worry about the costs of training and equiping Storm Troopers, now producing them is as cheap as they are innefficient! I'm saving billions! Random fat guy:I lost 800 pounds with GRO-A-MOOK(tm)! Why wait? ORDER NOW! because if you do, we'll throw in an extra seed packet! Good for growing 8,500 soldiers! WARNING:Do not eat GRO-A-MOOK(tm), if consumed, symptoms include death, miscarriage, severe dehydrating vomiting, excessive bleeding from every orifice and pore, defecation of organs, and male impotence. Wyvern:..... Vimm:H-Hey! How was I suppose to know I was slaughtering walking vegetables! No wonder why you were still hungry... Tsukune:...Should we really be sitting here watching T.V? Touhou:*angrily* Tsukune, I told you that we are not going to be able to go after Moka without giving you the procedure. So we may as well take a break. Tsukune:But...I hate needles. Why does it have to involve needles? Touhou:Because...it just does!! Regular training isnt going to enable us to stand up to Fairy Tale. We need more people to be able to fight around SS and Spectre's level. Since Tai hasnt joined Mikogami yet that's only two "super" men strong, and the Youkai Fairy Tale has on their side are at a tier thought nonexistent by many. Tsukune:But cant you just get more upgrades for Spectre and SS? Touhou:Were working on that, but we wont be able to make them fast enough! It could take months or even years for them to stand toe-to-toe with Wallace on their own. Tsukune:..Would it really take that long? Touhou:Maybe not. But point is, were not invading until we get you beefed up. And the only way you'll be able to get that far into your development is through an unbearably agonizing human-to-youkai procedure that pretty much morphs everything down to the core of your very soul. Tsukune:But cant Spectre and SS do it?! Touhou:It will only work on you. You have special blood, which can only be awakened by me transforming you into a full-blown youkai. SS and Spectre are already monsters, so the prodcedure wont do nothing for them besides pincushioning them. Tsukune:*sighs*Alright, I'll do it. For Moka's sake! Touhou:Thats the spirit! Suddenly Wallace crashes through the ceiling. Wallace:Uhh..hey. Hope I'm not interrupting noth-*steps back as everyone gets into combat positions* Woah, slow down... Wallace holds out Moka. Tsukune:*eyes beaming* Moka!!!! Moka:Tsukune!*runs over and hugs him* Touhou:What on earth is the meaning of this?! Wallace:We encountered a complication on the way back to base and were not gonna be able to get in there anytime soon. To put it bluntly, were putting our kidnapping on hold. Moka was getting depressed and Akuha couldnt stand it, so she agreed to let you hang onto her for the time being. I'll come and kidnap her again once we can get her to the home base. Touhou:Thats...Awfully nice of you. Wallace:*shrugs* I'm just following orders. Akuha's got a soft spot for her sister and- Suddenly this begins playing from inside Wallace's pocket. Everyone:..... Wallace:*Eyes dart around*.......*grits his teeth and gets a threatening look in his eye that just screams "dont judge me!"*...Thats my phone. Wallace takes out a cellphone, he clicks it and the tune stops. Wallace:...Yeah...Uh huh...Shes back..Bye. *turns off the phone and puts it back in his pocket* Well, I gotta fly. Cant really do anything until Ikeda gets rollin'. Wallace returns to the spot were he fell through, he squats and springs into the sky at blinding speed. Everyone looks dumbstruck. Moka:They said we should pretend my kidnapping never happened because it was ill-timed. Tsukune:Hey! it works for me! Moka:They'll be back some other time, though. Tsukune:That...Doesnt...But still! That means I can put the needle treatment on hold?! Touhou:What the hell. I'm nervous about it to, theres a very high fatality rate and it hurts me some to. But I was looking forward to jamming these *holds out a foot-long needle* Ginormous needles into every region of your mortal body. Tsukune:*pales* Touhou:But I'm a patient man! I bet you kids are itching to get back to your school life eh? Gin:I'm exhausted, physically. It's been a while since I had to put my brain through hell. Kurumu:I'm tired of all the killing. Haiji:Yeah! I better go find Kokoa though. She's been elusive lately. Vimm:Dont try anything funny, remember what happened to your karate club? Haiji:*pales* Yeah. Back at the school, SS:So basically, all Spectre ate that day was a bunch of humanoid plants? Chairman:Yes. SS:..... Chairman:..From my observation, Spectre chose to abstain from human flesh after you changed him. However, without it he started growing weak. Without eating right, he was unable to recover fully from his injuries in your battle against Wallace. He cannot be healed properly externally, because his body will have a severe disorder with his regeneration and immunity system. The only reason he stayed mildly healthy during your time at the Yuki-Onna homeland was because he was feeding on those corpses and abstaining from combat. SS:But they werent human. Chairman:Let me finish. During his weakned state, his body takes on a much more sickly appearance. And he slowly loses control over his instinct. Hence his "episodes". And when he arrived in Albion, and started eating the people there, he became powerful and "young" again. SS:So what your saying is, that it's essential for him to eat humans? Chairman:Besides little treats on the side, human beings, and sentients with a much similiar nature, were his sole diet. He thrives off of them, and cannot live without them. The Yuki-Onna blood does not have nearly the potency of human blood, hence his awakening and transformation when Fsoi gave him her own. SS:Fsoi gave him her blood? Chairman:Yes. I tell you, if you guys had a fanbase that'd be high octane fanship fuel. SS:*visibly disgusted and horrified*What?! Chairman:Just kidding! I like pairing you all in my mind. Gives me a hobby...Wanna see my art? I'm quite good if I say so myself....*reaches for a book* SS:THAT will not be nescesarry...You really need to find a new hobby. I never heard that, and I never will again. Nor will anybody besides you. *glare* Moving on..? Chairman:He'll be fine. Might even have a perkier attitude once he wakes up. His powers will likely end up going back into stasis due to the new collar, but he should be much more pleasant to be around, and a much more powerful ally. However, we must make sure he is well-fed. I'm still studying Spectre, but we may be able to prevent this in the future. Spectre wakes up. Spectre:*growls*......*looks around*...Well well! *looks at his hands, then looks in a mirror* Hello "handsome"! *mirror cracks* Spectre:*menacing laughter* I feel fantastic! *looks at his neck* Silver, huh? Looks good on me, a very nice contrast in terms of both color and species. Chairman:It's a new and improved collar. It should be much more useful. Spectre:Hmmmm..I love it! *turns around* Shadow, how are you? SS:Alright but..What about you? Spectre:Well, I already said I feel fresh as a daisy. SS:But what about the balverines? Spectre:*gets a sudden look of horror on his face before leaping through the roof* In Albion, Spectre looks over the mass destruction that has reaped Albion of all human and balverine life. The cities barely have any buildings standing, the only recognizable remains being some crumbled towers of Bowerstone castle. Spectre walks through the streets, trying to look for any signs of life. His vision suddenly blurs as a grey portal opens in front of him as he walks through and arrives at the Road to Rule, which is utterly destroyed. it is nothing but a barren path, leading to castle ruins. Spectre approaches the fallen castle, and sees the blind seeress. Theresa:....... Spectre:What do you want from me now? Theresa:I am dissapointed at the outcome of your actions. Spectre:And why would I be inclined to worry about your dissapointment?....The humans of Albion have been driven extinct. As well as my balverines. Theresa:You had the opportunity to rule your own kingdom, one were humans and balverines could coexist. And you have driven them to extinction. Spectre:*scowls*The humans of Albion were not worth keeping alive. Theresa:Under the rule of a tyrant, the visage of his cruelty will reflect upon the minds and bodies of his people. And they will change to match it. There were good people in Albion, but their hearts were locked away. Your aggressive and vicious balverines became intelligent and forgiving as you. Despite their animalistic nature. You treated them like family, as a benevolent and wise father. They reflected you, much like the people of Albion reflected the tyrants Logan and Reaver. Spectre:*thinking* Your right..How could I have been so foolish? *shakes his head* No good will ever come out of evil...If I were to slay Logan and take over the throne..Then I'd be able to change Albion without committing genocide. Theresa:It's good you have learned your lesson. Now return to your world. *flash* Spectre is standing back in the streets of Albion. Spectre:*gloomily looks over the area* It's daylight now. The fires have gone out, giving Bowerstone a desolate, ruined appearance. There are no remaining humans or Balverines, having all been completely consumed by Spectre in his rage. Spectre:....................................................*begins humming a tune in his head*(Ooooooooh dramatic periods of silence~How I love using you~You make things more tedious~When nobody has a clue~Or has one, and it causes mystery~ But then I use more exclamitories when it comes to a suprise~)................*frowns* Shit. Now I've made myself even more depressed with my horrible singing. SS:*Shadowports* So... Spectre:*bitterly* I'll get over it. *leaps* SS:*shadowports* Back in the chairmans office, Chairman:*fooling around with a huge abacus* Hmmmm.. SS and Spectre arrive back. Chairman:Wow Spectre, your speed is getting almost teleportation-like. I'm impressed. Spectre:Yes. So now that I'm in better condition what no- The group teleports over from China. Vimm:Thanks for the ride, Touhou. Fanfan:Thanks grandpa!! Touhou:Yourwelcome. You be good Fanfan! *teleports away* SS/Spectre:Ditz/Pinkie?!?! Moka:*waves* SS:Dont tell me ya freakin' saved her without us!!! Spectre:How did you beat Walla- Vimm:Walter-AH DAMN IT! Haiji:We didnt. He practically dropped Moka off in a gift basket. SS:...Your shittin' us. Gin:Nope! Tsukune:He said that her kidnapping was poorly executed and they would try some other time. Appearantly theres a complication that's going to take them a long time. Chairman:Well! Isnt that convinient! Now you all have time to train and practice your skills! Tsukune:And I can build up courage for a acupuncture from the soon-to-be-canonized tenth circle of hell! SS:...Theres a tenth one? Tsukune:Touhou said there will be once I experience it... Spectre:Well, how have things been going here, Chairman? I suppose there arent any new academy shennanigans to report? Chairman:Besides all of you kids having an ungodly amount of homework to catch up on? Nothing much! Now get going before Nekonome uses you all for a scratching post! Yokai students:Awwwwwwwwwww!!!! Yukari:I completed mine while I was in China! *trollface* Kurumu:*grumbles angrily* Yukari:*laughs* Serves you right for a lack of diligence! Moka:Yukari, thats not nice. We all know about Kurumus ADD. Spectre:Well then, I'm going to go to my little spot in the woods and enjoy an absinthe and a comatose-like nap. Good luck children! *leaps through the window* __________ By the way, Funimation got the rights to dub the Rosario+Vampire series(both seasons, trailers are on Youtube). Most of the voices for the girls will take getting used to, but I found Tsukune, Gin, Inner Moka and Yukari's to be spot-on. Looks like it'll be funny. "Take those giant sweater snowballs and ski on 'em!!!"- English Yukari to Kurumu.
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