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| Zweihander Of Glory; Hard Quest - Complete | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 24 2011, 04:44 AM (348 Views) | |
| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 04:44 AM Post #1 |
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Zweihander of Glory Difficulty: Hard Description: The citizens of Cauldron are well known for their ability to cast metals. Long ago, a man who claimed to be one of The Lost came to the world to cast a sword of great power. He used the intense heat from the great volcanoes to forge this blade, but it was said that he died in the process as he could not withstand the intense repulsion of its birth. His ghastly twisted spirit protects the blade. A Keliouxian on expedition to the planet has hired you to defeat the rogue spirit and retrieve the blade for him. Or perhaps you will keep it for yourself? Reward: +1,000 zeni, +6 DP, +40 all stats, +6 Rp Credits OR Zweihander of Glory - Equipped as two accessories. Level 3 blade. A two handed sword that increases strength by +250 and +5% of base in battle. Also increases speed by +100 and +5% of base in battle. Attacks with this weapon deal +7% bonus damage. Available: Always |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 08:47 AM Post #2 |
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Considering everything that had happened in previous days, Tollas' arrival on Cauldron was exceptionally unceremonious. A volcanic planet in the Kelioux Empire, Cauldron was yet to feel the full wrath of the Avalon Protectorate, yet still the citizens whispered behind their hands at the arrival of yet another super warrior. Tollas should not have been surprised at the welcome; people appearing out of thin air can't have been a regular occurrence, even for a civilisation that had thrown open its doors to all manner of aliens. Speaking of all manner of aliens, there was what seemed to be an acceptable cross section of said aliens traipsing along the main street of Cauldron’s capital. In the distance a foundry rose above the city like a monolithic overlord, its presence a testament to the inhabitants’ skill at working all things metal. Rivalled only by their shipbuilding skills, this foundry provided a great deal of the gross domestic product for Cauldron and indeed the entire Kelioux Empire. In these times of strife, that market could only increase as the enemies of the newly barbaric Avalon Protectorate sought to ensure that their toys were bigger. In this, the first intergalactic pissing contest that Tollas had been a part of there was sure to be no winner and a whole lot of losers. Such was the nature of the populace here on the planet and it was these people the held the most interest to Tollas. Where the natives would possess a negligible fighting power, many of the refugees may come to rival Tollas in terms of raw power. He would be interested to see how they handled their power when push came to shove. It wasn’t pushing and shoving that Tollas was interested in doing while he was on Cauldron, rather he wanted to explore the planet before purchasing a ship and heading back to Earth to take Kami up on his offer of special training. Word Count: 322 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 08:59 AM Post #3 |
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As he meandered slowly towards the great foundry in the distance, Tollas took the time to look around at the fierce nature that was present all around him. A constant battle was waged between the city walls that the volcanic minefield which threatened to reclaim the land that had been taken from it. Such was the nature of the galaxy's strife at the present time. Too many powers were struggling over small details that in a thousand years would be lost to the sands of time. He wasn't sure what he wanted out of the ongoing chaotic saga that seemed to have engulfed the universe. Part of him wanted to help, but more of him wanted nothing to do with the galaxy and its troubles. Unfortunately, the galaxy wasn’t apt to listen and the last time Tollas had checked the price on his head was up above two thousand zeni. That was a lot of money in anyone’s language and it wouldn’t be long before some enterprising individual tried to take him out. Tollas couldn’t count on King Yemma feeling sorry for him twice in a row and wondered if there were any other loopholes that he could exploit in order to return himself to the land of the living. At the moment it was an academic train of thought without the need for an end. Hopefully it would stay that way, but Tollas had heard whispers of the presence of a powerful individual who was currently on Cauldron, but his scouter was next to useless with all of the powerful individual currently calling the Kelioux Empire home. With any luck whoever it was didn’t mean any harm and was looking for a bit of peace and quit in what was turning out to be a very loud galaxy for those unfortunate enough to be the subject of the current wave of persecution. Word Count: 313 Total Words: 635 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:00 AM Post #4 |
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As he passed yet another shadowy alleyway that seemed to do nothing except hold trash cans and encourage undesirables to gather, Tollas thought he saw a pair of eyes glinting in the shadows but when he looked closer there was nothing there. A quick glance at his scouter confirmed what his senses were telling him; there was nothing in the alleyway giving off a ki signature. “Stupid Saiyan,” came an oddly disconnected voice that still sounded somehow familiar, “always relying on your fancy gadgets instead of your intuition.” “Actually, I was looking to my gadget to confirm my intuition.” “And yet you can’t see me,” replied the voice. Tollas knew that it was familiar but couldn’t remember where he had heard it. “I heard whispers of one of us who went Saiyan. They say it didn’t go well. Left him disfigured. Well I told them that it must have gone perfectly then!” cackled the voice, whose identity was beginning to form in the back of Tollas’ mind. “I’m not sure what you mean,” replied Tollas, trying to buy himself from time. “Well if it is you, they’ve changed more than just your appearance. The legendary sadist would never have allowed somebody to keep their tongue after an insult such as that.” “Arctica,” replied Tollas, finally recognising his voice. It was the referral to his nickname back on Frieza that had done it. Arctica and Tollas had been friends once; she too was shunned by the caste system for being a nobody and Tollas had fully expected to engage her in the traditional mating ritual when they both came of age. The problem with that plan was that Tollas had died before that happened and in the meantime, Arctica had taken a mate and spawned an offspring. Rumor had it that she ate her partner afterwards, but Tollas wasn’t looking to speculate. “You’re very bright, Eski,” she crooned, stepping out of the shadows, “even for a filthy Saiyan. You’ve grown too.” Eski opened his mouth to retort the insult to his small stature when he realised she was right. Arctica was in her basic form and by all rights they should have been roughly the same height. But Tollas was an entire head taller than she was. Was he actually growing finally? It must have been a miracle. Word Count: 387 Total Words: 1,022 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:02 AM Post #5 |
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It must have been more than a minute that Tollas stared at Arctica, his mouth wide open as though he was catching flies. “Are you going to say anything, Saiyan?” she sneered. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. Ever since the transfusion I’ve been the size of a human child, but it appears that I am actually growing.” “Why did you do it? You were happy as one of us?” Tollas scowled, “I was told that I was never one of you, that I was transfused when I was a baby Saiyan.” “They lied.” “I know. King Yemma told me.” “King Yemma? He’s the gatekeeper. You’re only supposed to see him when you die.” “Yeah, I’ve done that twice now and I’ve got to say, heaven is a lot better than hell.” “You got into heaven?!” “My appearance isn’t the only thing that’s changed.” “I know. You stink of monkey and goodness.” “Apparently you haven’t changed.” “I never had self-esteem issues.” And she was right. For an icejin, Arctica had always been exceptionally attractive. A deep pink skin with ivory-coloured plates and purple accents; she would have had her pick of mates had she been born into a higher caste. But she had been cast down with he and his ilk, forced to live in squalor because of who her parents were. Arctica had never quite forgiven her parents for that. Tollas wondered what had happened to them. “What are you doing on Cauldron? Surely there are better places for you to hide out?” “Who said I was hiding out? I’ve been claiming bounties.” “You’re the super power that everyone is afraid of? That can’t be right, you don’t even give off a reading.” “Stop overusing your toy.” “I can’t sense you with my mind, either.” “Ah, so you’ve finally figured out how that works. Well ask whoever taught it to you why they held back on the good stuff. Thanks to my new abilities, I can sneak up on whomever I want and they never see me coming. I’ve made tens of thousands of zeni hunting down idiots who should know better. Although I never expected that you would be one of them.” “So that’s it. You’ve come to claim my bounty?” “As much as I would enjoy giving you a third go at the afterlife, no. I have bigger fish to fry; namely the super power that everyone is afraid of who you know so much about.” “Don’t let me keep you.” “See you soon, Eski.” “I don’t doubt that,” replied Tollas. Word Count: 422 Total Words: 1,444 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:02 AM Post #6 |
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And so as quickly as she had come, Arctica was gone. Tollas was left with a feeling of not knowing exactly how he felt. He and Arctica had shared friendship and the icejin equivalent of love when they were younger and he hadn’t given her a second thought since his resurrection. It almost made him feel bad that he had forgotten about her so easily. Sure, their culture was a lot different to Saiyans and humans, but it didn’t mean that they were completely heartless. The concept of family still meant something, even if it wasn’t the same as what the earthlings thought it was. Tollas chuckled to himself, drawing his mind from the funk that it was threatening to descend in to. He and Arctica had been friends over a hundred years previously. There would be no conceivable way that he could owe her anything after all that time, especially considering that she hadn’t even tried to resurrect him. His father had needed to do that. Now that he thought about it though, what it all nine firey hells was his father to him? If he was a clone, he didn’t have conventional parents and wasn’t born. King Yemma was one of the few people he could trust to not lie about shit like that. That was going to bug him. Maybe his father was the person who donated the genetic material that he was cloned from. No, that didn’t make sense. In the overall hierarchy, his father was nothing and would not have been cloned if they were experimenting with it. Or perhaps the powers that be on Frieza knew about his father’s less than evil leanings and wanted to see if the trait was hereditary. Apparently it was, although Tollas had the help of a demon on that one. Word Count: 302 Total Words: 1,746 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:03 AM Post #7 |
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With all the thinking that had been going on, Tollas could be forgiven for losing his way. Somehow he had managed to keep on the straight and narrow without getting hit by any automobiles. Not that it would have hurt him at all but it would have been really inconvenient for the driver and would probably leave a bad taste in his mouth with respect to the influx of super warriors. The last thing Tollas wanted to do was get his fellow warriors into trouble with the locals. “Troubled, little Saiyan?” came a voice from above him. Apparently Arctica wasn’t quite done with him yet. “Nope, just wandering,” replied Tollas. “So I had a thought. Why don’t you come with me and do a spot of honest pirating? It’ll be just like old times.” “I can’t, A. I’m different now.” “You’re lying,” she replied, buzzing around his head and flicking her tail at him, “I could always tell when you were lying, little Eski.” “I’m not,” he replied, though he knew his heart wasn’t in it. With his ‘saiyan heritage’ turning out to be a load of crap, Tollas wasn’t sure what he believed anymore. “Come on, Eski,” she taunted, “what the hell happened to you? You used to be cool.” “Of course I was cool,” he shot back, “we lived on an ice planet.” Arctica grinned, “now there’s the little changeling I know.” “I can’t,” Tollas said, shaking his head, “I have responsibilities now. I’ve come too far down this path to go back to what I was.” “Who said you had to go back to that? Eski, dear … even I thought you were creepy and I ate my mate after our conception.” “I did hear a rumor about that,” Tollas muttered. “What’s this Tollas garbage?” “What?” “Oh, I can read minds too. Stop talking about yourself in the third person all the time. It makes you look like an all new kind of crazy.” “How? How did you learn it? Did you find the Forest of Illusion?” Arctica smiled that wicked smile that Tollas knew so well, “of course, my precious. Would you like to know where it is?” “Tell me.” “No. I either show you or you get to leave here not knowing the information you so desperately seek.” The wording took Tollas by surprise. If she could read minds then she knew how he longed for that power. Maybe she learned it from somebody else or maybe she found out about it some other way. He couldn’t trust her, she was an icejin. They were all treacherous. “You know where to find me, precious,” she replied, flying away with the wicked laugh that Tollas used to enjoy. He couldn’t give in to this. He was a good person now, not that person he used to be. But she had said that he didn’t need to be that person. Could he really be a good sort of bad? There was already enough grey area in his alignment, he didn’t need a blast from the past to come in and show him some more. He wasn’t even in a position to be making any decisions on pirating. There was an alliance meeting on Urriah in a few weeks and he couldn’t miss that. Maybe afterwards he would join her for ‘a bit of honest pirating’ as she called it. The Saiyan blood in his veins called for him to take her offer as a way to fight and become stronger. Word Count: 583 Total Words: 2,329 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:04 AM Post #8 |
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Since he had spent enough time with his aimlessly wanderings but mostly because he didn’t want to give Arctica enough time to come back and rock his foundations again. He was already planning on going pirating after a freaking good guys meeting, what the hell was wrong with him? Kami had been right about his alignment being subject to change and all it had taken was a hundred year old chill to make him come running. Tollas knew he was being a sap, but he couldn’t help feeling like he owed Arctica something, like he had abandoned her somehow when he died. He seriously doubted that she had actually eaten her mate, it seemed more likely that she would propagate such a rumour only to enhance her own reputation. Tollas had to hand it to her; making claims like that certainly did so. He reached the door to the foundry without any further sign of her and hastened to go inside. It wasn’t that he was afraid of her, per se; it was more that he was concerned about how much of him she could reach with just a few years, even after a hundred year break between rendezvous. The reception area of the foundry was surprisingly clean for what it was. Gleaming silver and white seemed to be the order of the day with nary a bit of greenery in sight. Tollas imagined that it would be much easier to be industrial when you didn’t have nature to worry about with an atmosphere that was already pretty screwed up. “May I help you sir?” “I just arrived and I was just sort of wandering around. Do you run tours or anything? I’m interested in how this place works.” “Of course. A tour is scheduled to start in half an hour. Would you like to wait?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll wait over here,” he said, indicating the line of chairs along one wall. “Lovely.” Word Count: 323 Total Words: 2,652 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:04 AM Post #9 |
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The next five minutes or so passed in silence until the door opened again and a portly looking gentleman in a suit entered. He spoke to the receptionist for a few moments before coming and sitting next to Tollas on the row of chairs. Nodding once, the man neglected to speak and instead started contemplating anything but the area where Tollas was sitting. Assuming that the guy was just shy, Tollas thought nothing of it. A few moments later, a burly looking miner type walked in and he too sat down as though he was waiting for the tour. Unlike the previous guest, the miner openly stared at Tollas’ hair for a few moments before looking away. A few more guests arrived without incident before a geeky looking scientist walked through the door shortly before Arctica herself. “There goes the neighbourhood,” Tollas muttered to himself before remember that she could read his thoughts. She flashed him a smile before sitting beside the miner from earlier. She was momentarily forgotten as the scientist-type sat beside Tollas. “Excuse me sir,” he began, “sorry to trouble you, but you look like you could handle yourself in a fight.” “And you are?” asked Tollas, raising an eyebrow. “Wesley. Wesley Grantham. I’m a scientist.” “You don’t say,” replied Tollas. A few seats away, Arctica giggled. “Indeed. I’m from the Kelioux University on an expedition.” “Oh for jupta’s sake,” muttered Tollas, “let me guess. Because you’re a scientist, you can’t legitimately expedition anywhere decent because it will probably kill you?” “Well, yes,” responded the scientist. “What is this expedition and what’s in it for me?” “Of course, well I’ll give you a thousand zeni. But that’s not the best part. Just image the adventures that you can have while you’re searching for the sword. And then there’s guardian,” the scientist was trying to make it sound interesting, but only succeeded in making himself look more terrified. “Back up a bit. What sword?” “Didn’t I say? The Zweihander of Glory is said to reside in these parts.” “The whatnow?” “Oh, it’s a very interesting tale. Long ago, a man who claimed to be one of The Lost arrived on Cauldron. The legend says that he chose this planet because it was famous for the inherent power of the metals at the heart of the volcano fields. Now the locals say that he came to forge a sword of great power, but it was said that he died in the process and now his ghastly twisted spirit protects the blade.” “So I was right. It will kill you.” “Well, yes. But that sword is a valuable artefact.” “More valuable than a thousand zeni?” “Well yes, but…” “Relax. I’ll go and get it for you. Where is it?” “According to the legends, it is at the heart of the biggest volcano in the western volcano field. It is only accessible for a few days per month and the window will be over within the next day or so.” “Day or so? That doesn’t sound very scientific.” “Well that’s the problem. The intense energy surrounding the volcanoes makes it quite impossible for my instruments to get a correct reading. I am basing my hypothesis on local records.” “Fine. I’ll go straight there after the tour.” “Oh thank you. I’m staying at the Sooty Inn on the main street. You will find me in Room 618.” “Right. Bye.” “Yes of course.” As the terrified scientist scuttled away, Arctica predictably slid into the seat beside him. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making him react, Tollas ignored her. He decided that she should initiate the conversation if there was going to be one, because he had better things to think about. Knowing full well that she probably knew what he was thinking, Tollas could almost feel her eyes drilling into the back of his head as he watched the reception area. Word Count: 651 Total Words: 3,303 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:05 AM Post #10 |
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Tollas was spared the need to fold and ask Arctica what the hell she wanted by the burly miner type who had been staring at him earlier. The man seemed to be laughing at something for quite a while before he leaned closer and started talking in such a way that made Tollas sure he was mocking the scientist’s earlier introduction. “Oh I do say,” he said, “you look like you could handle yourself in a fight.” “Yeah…” said Tollas, rolling his eyes. “But seriously,” said the guy, “are you here to avoid the stinking Avalonians and their cheating fucking weapons?” “Nah,” replied Tollas, “I came here to buy a ship and figured I’d look around.” “How long are you staying for?” “A week or two. Why?” “There’s a whole culture of super warriors here now. We’ve all sort of banded together to make the best of this whole Avalon thing.” “Where do I fit in?” “Glad you asked. Have you ever heard of rugby league?” “Yeah, it’s a game they play on Earth.” “Ever played?” “Once or twice, it’s too easy against earthlings and aliens don’t usually know the rules.” “We’re different here. Everyone knows the rules. There’s a round robin tournament that runs here every week and my team needs a fullback. You interested?” “Yeah, when do we train?” “Good one,” replied the miner, hitting Tollas good naturedly on the shoulder, “come to the big stadium once you’ve finished with the sword thing and I’ll introduce you to the guys.” “Yeah sure, thanks for the invite.” “Don’t mention it.” With that, the miner left the room with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Tollas became instantly aware of Arctica’s eyes on the back of his neck yet. Deciding resolutely in his mind that he wasn’t going to initate the conversation, Tollas affixed a wry smile to his face and started surveying the room again. “You haven’t been here long, have you?” she asked. “You know exactly how long I’ve been here.” “It’s a figure of speech.” “What’s your point?” “Glasses here is Avalonian. He organised the whole thing as a way to convince the super warriors that they shouldn’t kill him on the spot,” she replied. Tollas became immediately aware that the portly man with the glasses was blushing a deep shade of crimson. “What’s that got to do with the fact that I just got here?” “The players don’t train, they have superpowers. The entire competition is basically one big party. Glasses calls it hedonistic escapism, but not usually in front of the players because they like to punch him.” “But why…” “His power level’s seventy-five. My icelet could beat him when it was an infant, but he still qualifies as a super warrior by Avalonian standards so he had to come here.” “Sucks to be him.” “Yeah. So are you actually going to give the sword to that Keliouxian?” “Of course not. I could use another sword.” “Because two isn’t enough already.” “I’m holding one for a friend.” “Because one isn’t enough already.” “It isn’t.” “Whatever you say. I just remember that you were always highly critical of the people who had to have the biggest toys.” “The guy is stiffing me. That sword is worth way more than a thousand zeni.” “Now that’s the Eski I remember.” “It’s been a hundred years, I doubt you remember everything.” “Oh really,” she said, leaning close so she was breathing in his ear, “I remember the time we got lost on the polar ice caps and had to keep each other warm. All. Night. Long.” Tollas’ eyes grew wide. Sex wasn’t supposed to be about anything except reproduction on Frieza. To do so for fun was an abomination but that hadn’t stopped he and Arctica from doing so on several occasions until they almost got caught by some of Frost’s palace guards. It was shortly after that incident that Tollas was shipped off to work for the Planet Trade Organisation and never saw Arctica again. Word Count: 667 Total Words: 3,970 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:05 AM Post #11 |
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Tollas wasn’t sure what was going on now. Was she trying to rekindle what they had shared on Frieza all those years ago? Surely she understood that it wouldn’t work now? There were too many physiological differences if nothing else. Besides, it seemed too much like sleeping with the enemy for his tastes. “I’m not your enemy, Eski,” she said, “and there is a lot you don’t know about me.” “Such as?” “I’m sure you’ll find out in good time, but we have pirating to do first.” “Speaking of,” replied Tollas, “are you coming to fetch this sword?” Arctica shook her head, “sharing body heat to stave off freezing solid is one thing, but I’m cold-blooded. The heat would play merry havoc with my vital organs.” “But how can you be cold…” “Not an icejinn.” “What?” “I’m not an icejinn.” “Forgive my scepticism, but you certainly felt like one.” “I’m not sure what I am. I know for certain that I am part demon, but I have no idea what the other parts were.” “Wow.” “Yeah. Like I said, there’s a lot that you don’t know about me. You should get going. That scientist wasn’t kidding about the pass being impenetrable. The energy will boil the skin from even one of your super Saiyan’s bones.” “What?” “That gold fighter you’ve been dreaming about. That’s a super Saiyan.” “How do you know all of this stuff?” “I didn’t spend the last hundred years in a fire and ice Hell.” “Right.” “Don’t dwell, precious. You think about things too much since you went good.” “Right. I’m going to go then.” Arctica didn’t say anything, but Tollas could sense that something had changed between them. And she was part demon! How could he have missed that? When he thought about it, her being part demon was actually a good thing in his mind; he had never met a demon who had steered him wrongly. Well, the demons in Hell weren’t that nice to him, but they were just doing their jobs really. Word Count: 339 Total Words: 4,309 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 09:17 AM Post #12 |
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All of that talk about swords and how many he needed or didn’t need reminded Tollas that he needed to retrieve his Rapier of Light from the ship. He would leave the other in its case; it wouldn’t do for the virgin blade to get blood on it before it could find its way to its new owner. While he was there, Tollas also switched his Solarweave Cloak for his Saiyan armour. In the volcanic clusters, a cloak that kept him warm was a lot less useful than armour that kept him save. He was fully kitted out, he left the ship and flew in the direction of the super volcano that the Keliouxian indicated was where he would find this Zweihander of Glory or whatever the hell it was. Tollas didn’t really care what it was called, he knew how these things worked and he knew that this sword would likely be well worth the trip. As he entered the volcano clusters, he became immediately aware of what everyone had meant when they said the access to the site was limited. There was literally a single path that he could take and if he strayed too close to the edge he started feeling the hair on his arms singe and burn. Luckily for him this was a one way flying trip. Once he had the sword he could just use his instant transmission to get back to town but since there were no ki signatures in the volcano there was nothing for him to teleport to. It was a shame that he couldn’t teleport there and back more quickly; he was quite keen to see just what Arctica meant by hedonistic escapism and one big party. Tollas could deal with a week-long party after being dead for over a month. Word Count: 307 Total Words: 4,616 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 10:00 PM Post #13 |
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As he got closer and closer to what he hoped was the center of the volcano field, Tollas found himself wondering where the great volcano was. All he could see in front of him was a wall of rock that stretched as high and as wide as he could see. He stopped suddenly, assuming that he had gone too far and that this rock wall signified the edge of the field. It wasn’t until he looked up that Tollas realised the folly of his thought process. What he assumed was a rock wall at the edge of the volcano field was actually the great volcano in the middle of it. Tollas was awestruck. Like the avatar of some sort of fiery god, the volcano rose above all else on the landscape, including the ash clouds that formed a permanent layer over the fields and kept much of the heat in. They actually served as a sort of barrier against the noxious gasses that were being released by the volcano. In the intense heat of the field, the gasses were forced to dissipate. Tollas too could feel the negative effects of the heat upon his own body and took off again for a small but surprisingly ornate cave entrance at what Tollas assumed was the halfway point. He landed on the rocky outcrop directly adjacent to the cave and was about to enter when he heard a stangely familiar voice. It was a voice that he had not heard in some time and belonged to the strange creature that had been somehow set free when he killed the dragon god. Turning, Tollas spied the ghostly visage of the creature as he lurked in the shadows of one of the larger bounders nearby. “What did you say?” Tollas asked, approaching the creature. Even as he watched, there was something different about him, as though what was torturing his mind had been lifted from it. Word Count: 319 Total Words: 4,935 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 11:21 PM Post #14 |
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“I calls you, Mister Saiyan! Mister Saiyan! Mister Robsie wants to speaks with you!” “What about?” “Yesses, Mister Saiyan. You helps Mister Robsie in the Other World and now Mister Robsie helps you.” “What are you helping me with?” “Mister Robsie knows this places, sirs. This places lives foul, evil beasties, it does. Mister Robsie fights the beasties for Mister Saiyan!” “It’s okay Robsie, I’m sure I can handle him.” “Fists and bones will break no spiritses,” called Robsie in a sing-song voice before stopping and staring at the hilt of the rapier. “What is it?” “Angel swordses. You has the angel swordses!” “You mean this?” Tollas asked, drawing the rapier of light from its scabbard. “Si! Angel Swordses hurts the evil beasties, it does.” “So I should use this sword against it?” “Mister Robsie will go first. Evil beasties is nasty, tricksy. Theys is flighty and frighty. Runny and jumpy.” “So, you’re saying that he’s too fast for me?” “Yesses.” “Well okay, if you think you can take him, I would welcome the help.” “Follows us!” Feeling decidedly foolish, Tollas followed the ghostly apparition through the ornate gateway into the depths of the volcano. The whole place reminded him of a computer game that he had seen Oolong playing at Master Roshi’s when he had been training there. Rather than jagged tunnels or vast, inaccessible caverns, the path was a relatively smooth cave with a flat floor and few obstacles save for the winding nature of the mazelike structure. The rock in these parts was so thick that Tollas almost forgot that he was inside a volcano. After much walking a not a whole lot else, Tollas and Robsie arrived at a cavern with a stone dias in the middle. Thrust into the centre of the dias, like it was waiting for King Fucking Arthur himself, was the glory sword. Tollas briefly wondered if the hole left behind by the sword should be called the glory hole, but decided not to verbalise it. Word Count: 334 Total Words: 5,269 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 11:22 PM Post #15 |
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“I sees you, Lostie ghostie! Lostie ghosties doesn’t scare Robsie. Robsie protects the Saiyans!” “You!” came the lumbering voice of the unseen ghost, his voice excruciatingly slow and deep, “I sent you to the depths of other world!” Tollas looked at his wrist as though there was a watch there. Just that one sentence had to have taken about five minutes to say. “Come and fights me, Lostie ghostie! Mister Robsie can’t dies again! Mister Robsie protects the saiyans!” Though he was touched by the ghost’s protection of him, Tollas felt a pang of annoyance at being referred to as a Saiyan, which was a first for him. He was a Saiyan, why should he feel any different because he didn’t start life that way? The evil that he had previously perpetrated had served its purpose, hadn’t it? It had granted him a soul, tarnished as it was by evil and time spent in hell. Now it was pure so why was he looking back to that time? Tollas was snapped out of his reverie by the sudden onset of battle between the Lost ghost and Mister Robsie, except the former tortured soul didn’t look that way anymore. Robsie was now a being of light, ghostly tendrils drifting behind a sphere of pure white energy. For its part, the Lost ghost was just the opposite, taking the form of a fireball as the two beings smashed together. They swirled around each other, sparks and lightning emanating from the battle zone. It was like a thunderstorm; with the clouds fighting against the nimbus in a winner takes all battle for their very existence. Eventually, the two disappeared in a final crack of thunder that seemed to herald the end of the battle. But it was far from over. The fireball returned and took the form of a beautiful woman who spoke with a disembodied voice. “Now you shall join him in Other World!” The being took up the sword and charged, opening the battle with an overhand strike in the blink of an eye. Word Count: 343 Total Words: 5,612 |
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| Morgan Syn | Aug 24 2011, 11:35 PM Post #16 |
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It was lucky that Tollas could move faster than the blink of an eye, for if he couldn’t he would have been cleaved from top to toe by strike. As it was, he barely got the blade of his rapier in front of the glory sword in time. It was then that he felt the surge of strength that came with the presence of this new sword. Directly tied to his soul, this sword boosted his strength beyond the limits of what was normal and even boosted his fighting power somewhat. As he had in the fight against Master, Tollas powered up to his absolute limit and in doing so almost brought down the cave around him. “Do you fear death?” he asked, pointing the sword at the Lost, who had retreated in the face of this power. “Ha!” she replied, “I have been half-dead for thousands of years. Death would be welcome!” “Good,” replied Tollas, rotating on the spot before vanishing from sight. When he reappeared he utilised the same overhand strike that the Lost had tried to use on him. The only difference was that his attack connected. The Lost exploded into wisps of fiery nothingness as it died. Tollas couldn’t help but think from her last words that he had actually set her free. “The Saiyans is won!” came the voice of Robsie from behind him. “Thanks to you.” “Mister Robsie is glad to help the Saiyan. Whenever the Saiyan needs Mister Robsie, he will be there to help. He cannot dies now thanks to the Saiyans. Robsie must goes now. Much to dos.” In a flash, the ghostly figure that was Mister Robsie vanished and Tollas was once more alone in the vast empty cavern. He crossed the floor and picked up the Zweihander of Glory with his off hand before putting the rapier away so that he could heft his new sword properly. It was nowhere near as powerful as the rapier, but the rapier was an angel sword. Still Tollas thought he preferred his rapier over this two-handed sword; it was too bulky for his liking. Nevertheless it would make a fine trophy to go in his new ship. Word Count: 365 Total Words: 5,977 |
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