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| Transformation 1; Easy Transformation quest | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 11 2011, 12:01 PM (245 Views) | |
| OldeColde | Aug 11 2011, 12:01 PM Post #1 |
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Transformation 1 Difficulty: Easy Location: Planet Frieza Description: What good is a Changeling who cannot transform? Frustrated with your lack of ability, and shamed by others, you seek out a powerful changeling warrior for advice. He decides to show you how to transform, but it is not quite as easy as you think... Reward: +25 all stats and Transformation 1 Available: Always |
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| OldeColde | Aug 11 2011, 03:02 PM Post #2 |
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It was a dark and stormy night. And not just your regular dark and stormy night; The scent of freshly spilled blood lingered in the air, mixing pleasantly with the sulphury smell of the crackling thunder. Below the clouded skies, a single figure walked the plains, his goal unknown. At his waist hung a long sword, it's tip barely keeping from dragging along the rough ground below. His cape hung loosely around his shoulders, flowing down his finely toned body and nipping gently at his heels as it flowed in the wind. His chest was adorned with a breastplate of Saiyan origin, a mark of his recent victory over the horde that dared to attack his sacred planet. Upon it's breastplate was a dark red insignia - the mark of the King. The mark of a Saiyan overlord. The figure's head was the most important feature, however. Upon the sides of his head were two great horns - the rose vertically from his skull, finely filed down to huge tips - perfect for impaling people. His eyes pierced the night with a cold stare, deep beyond their physical limits. A small scar ran down one of his cheeks - an unfortunate encounter with a rival of his. The rest of his body was unblemished, however - it was finely toned, and even at his advancing age it was in the peak of it's physical fitness. The most important item in his repertoire, however, was perched gently upon his head. An item worth far more than all the riches of the universe an item that so many had tried to obtain, yet so many had failed. It was this very item that allowed the figure to walk across the plains un-accosted, and the one thing that kept even his power in check. The Crown of the Ancients. Passed down through generations of his ancestors, the crown was the symbol of his rightful power over the throne of the Changelings, and the thing that kept his enemies from assaulting his mighty stronghold. For although the King was strong, he was not strong enough to face off all of his enmies simultaneously. And although he burned with a fiery heat for battle, he was Cold on the inside. And that was all he'd ever be. King Cold. |
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| OldeColde | Aug 11 2011, 03:02 PM Post #3 |
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His steps led him in no direction in particular he had no goal, no target. He wandered simply to clear his mind, to prepare it for what was required of him. No emotions, no feelings that was the charge heft upon him by the council of Elders, the charge placed upon him as King. But that had been a long time ago. Longer than the lives of any being on the planet Frieza had he been King longer than he had wanted when he accepted the crown from his dying Father all those years ago. King Frieza was a far better ruler than Cold would ever be not that he would admit it to his subjects. All their lives they knew only the Iron Grasp of the Cold Regime. And it was a regime that the people as a whole admired the residents of Frieza were not your regular humdrum villagers. Whilst they looked up to their royal family with great reverence, they appreciated the challenge that was pressed upon them. They thrived in dwindling communities, fighting for what little food they could grow upon the harsh plains of Frieza. But the experience was one they relished, one that allowed them to grow stronger through adversity. One that allowed them to be the best that they could, to maintain their titles as the best in the universe. And it was all they needed in life a kind ruler was of no importance to them. They didn't even notice when he completely left the castle his frequent travels to the cold plains of Frieza had never been mentioned within the court, or even within the city. It was as if they had become detached as if they were in some way apart from their King. Apart from their planet. Apart from the Cold. |
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| OldeColde | Aug 11 2011, 03:07 PM Post #4 |
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The King's mind was not on his subjects, however for a long time it had lingered on a single subject, one hidden to the masses for centuries. King Cold, renowned as the greatest of all Changelings, had yet to transform. Even his own sons had pushed ahead of him in terms of power as he had governed the great planet not that they knew of it. Their memories of him were of a great warrior, unsurpassed in power and ability. Not that it had always been a lie. In his prime, Cold had governed over the universe with power unknown to most, power that could destroy a planet with a flick of a finger. But over the years, it had dropped significantly it wasn't so much old age that did it. In terms of Chagneling years, Cold was still young. No, it was his lack of enthusiasm that brought it upon him. In over three hundred years he hadn't so much as picked up his sword, or pulled up a single weight. Not that he was out of shape compared to most of the universe, he was obscenely powerful. But there were even some on his own planet that ranked above him now. Many of the nobles, the training masters... Even his own sons had surpassed him. But no more. Cold had promised himself that he would grow past them, and then keep on growing. Once more everybody would fear the name Cold and have a reason to do it. He would once more regain his rightful place as ruler of the Universe, as the most feared being in existence and he would do it his way. Without lies or deception, but with true power and ability. He would be Cold yet fair And he would rain his icy vengeance down on his foes. Starting with those who fouled his beautiful planet. But first, he needed to train, long and hard. And that he would do. |
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| OldeColde | Aug 11 2011, 03:08 PM Post #5 |
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He unclipped his cloak slowly, allowing it to fall to the ground. His mind was clear his task was straightforward. Everything that he needed to do was set out before him. He disappeared suddenly, appearing high in the sky. He threw out wild punches, as if attacking a ghostly opponent. He spun around quickly, performing a complex physical combo, finishing by dive-bombing down to the ground. As he reached it he didn't stop he passed straight through the icy layer of the planet, creating a huge gouge in the once unblemished surface of the plain. When the ground finally stopped his speed, he stood still, with just enough space to keep him from bending his head. He spread his arms out wide, his aura blaring up around him. With an almighty roar, his aura flared up further, blasting the rock around him away from him. His arms snapped to his side quickly, and he blasted upwards, slicing through the land like a hot knife through butter. As he emerged into the open air, ice blasted around him and away onto the barren plain. Cold didn't stop their, however. He flew up into the air once more, before turning around with a yell. He cupped his hands behind him, before thrusting them forwards and releasing a beam of ki from his fingertips. The beam flew straight downwards, clashing with the planet with an almighty bang. Cold's face scrunched up in concentration as he delivered his full payload into the attack, which turned a deep set purple as it flew through the air. Lightning began to spark off of it as power pummelled through it, Cold's aura decreasing at the same steady rate that the beam enlarged. Cold's vision began to fade slightly, and he blinked it away, delivering his full concentration towards maintaining his connection with the beam. He let out a roar as he felt his very life force fading, and the skies above turned black, all the light extinguished from the very power of the ki blast. And then, everything turned black. Cold passed out, and fell down to the ground, the beam quickly fading as his connection faltered. He span gently in the air, almost graceful in his descent. Then the ground rose to meet him with an almighty crash. A small trickle of blood began to leak from his mouth, before his mind faded away completely into the void. |
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| OldeColde | Aug 12 2011, 07:29 PM Post #6 |
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A cool wind blew over the King's face as he law upon the plains of Frieza. His limbs were unresponsive, and his thoughts were clouded with darkness, preventing him from the most remedial of actions. A slight groan escaped from his lips as the cooling breath of Planet Frieza passed over his face. His eyes fluttered open, and he slowly took in the area round him. A huge crater sat on the ground next to him, a testament to the power he had expended through the use of his attack. His mind throbbed with a dull ache as he remembered it how long ago had that been? It felt like years, but it couldn't have been that long... Could it? Cold rose slowly from his lay down position, his eyes moving quickly around him. Snow had begun to settle around his body, even covering part of his body. He scratched his head softly, keen to not aggravate his head pain further. He could have sworn it was Summer when he had passed out. But then again, it hadn't been the first time he'd lost track of time. He stood up slowly, carefully managing to not pass out once again. He stretched his arms out softly, before pressing a small button on his scouter. As it displayed the date, Cold was taken aback. So much so that he almost fell down the large crater he had formed. The star date was five years later than when he had first gone out to train for five years he had lay in the snow, probably catching every disease he could think of. But he had survived. Why? His mind jumped to different possibilities, ranging from the strange to the outright unbelievable. As his mind touched on one possibility, however, it stuck it had to be the only explanation. His power must have returned. He did admittedly feel a lot stronger than he should after such an ordeal. His hand moved slowly up towards his head, his fingers gently running over his newly enlarged horns. A grin crept onto his face as he recognised the feeling of them, recognised the power that they represented. With a mighty roar, he released all of his energy, causing a huge aura to burst around him. The very ice melted away from him, and small pebbles began to rise up around him. Cold was back. Words: 1,833 |
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