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| Kularian | Apr 29 2013, 04:12 PM Post #1 |
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To Fly You Must Run Difficulty: Medium Description: Ja'rel challenges you to an battle of wills in the Astral Realm. Yet upon entering you find a sleeping young warrior claiming to be Ja'rel. She releases a group of minor demons called Fangoni. The Fangoni are not unlike large wolves and they can use ki and telekinetics. They hunt as a pack and use team work to try to bring you down. Figure out how to destroy them to complete this test and Ja'rel will teach you one of her most legendary techniques. Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits Bonus: +25 all stats and Telepathic Mastery - Allows you to dodge 1 additional physical attack combo in battle with Telepathy. Requirement: Must be of Good alignment. Requires a Saljuk Sash to take this quest. Must know the special ability Telepathy. Must have completed the quest To Run You Must Walk |
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| Kularian | Apr 29 2013, 05:18 PM Post #2 |
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The time had come, once more, for the wolf to be awakened. And yet, even with that, the creature found himself lying in wait in the bottom of the cell where he'd been confined. There was little light here, but he didn't mind. In fact, he almost preferred it, this way. There were none who could tell him what to do and when to do it. Kularian merely had to wait until the door opened, and Ja'Rel came in to speak to him again. There wasn't anything that he could do other than that. The woman was the one who was in charge of his training, and while he didn't exactly mind the training at all, it tended to get a little old after awhile. And yet, in each of the times that they went against him, Kularian had time and time again proven that he was not one to simply sit idly by and wait for things to happen. He was a dangerous warrior, and unstoppable foe, and it seemed like they continued to underestimate him, simply because his external shell was that of a beast. Yet there was no reason to do so. Every time they put a challenge in front of the wolf, no matter how dangerous it was, and no matter how much it pushed him to his limits, he pushed past it. It was something that the others, the other acolytes here, simply didn't understand. Kularian was a force that was not to be reckoned with, not to be underestimated, and yet in every instance, they tried to force him down. They thought that, by applying enough pressure, that they could get him to break. However, the pressure was just like Gravity, to the wolf. He simply took it and continued to gain power, to rise above the force that was attempting to suppress him. His body was endlessly strong, and now these acolytes were finding out that his mind was just as formidable. Despite the fact that it was in turmoil, there was nothing that was allowing his mind to stop. He had simply attempted to push his own conscious mind to the lockbox that he kept within himself. He didn't need it, and could fight as an animal. The more that he allowed it to work and be used, the more that the creature, the thing that had come across from Quon... well, the stronger it got as well. He was going to have to confront it one day, but by keeping it locked away, deep within the recesses of his mind, he was keeping it from being used, which was the important thing. The wolf shook his head, a low growl building up in his throat as he realized that he was thinking too hard again. He needed to stop doing that, really. A light flickered on from above, and the wolf simply grinned as he looked up into the shafts of light. He had been relocated here after he had been found having killed several Kanassians on the planet, simply for the enjoyment of the hunt itself. “Come to find your deaths as well?” he spoke, his body starting to twitch as he moved. However, immediately, the incredibly powerful telekinetic bonds washed over him, forcing him back down to the ground, and keeping him there. “Come now, Ja'Rel... you know you can't keep me down here forever. Despite that power you hold, you cannot keep me caged. And then everyone will suffer the wrath that I have been building up, these weeks.” The wolf could hear the woman's body stiffen, could smell her fear. He was something that was beyond what she had ever come across before. And he knew, that she knew, that she had no way to control him. Slowly, the telekinetic bonds that kept him from lashing out were starting to grow weak. No matter how much power that she was putting into them, the wolf's body continued to grow more powerful with the training that his mind received. They were attempting some sort of psychic surgery, he was certain. But any time any of them came into his mind, he simply tore them apart. It had gotten to the point where none of them even wished to come to visit him. “You know, Kularian, that you are among the greatest students I've ever taught. However, it has also come to mind that there is no way for me to reform you. I've tried, and done everything that I could have done to make your mind strong enough to expel the evil that dwells within you, and yet you do nothing to combat it. It's as if you enjoy being the animal that you are.” A bout of sick, twisted laughter emanated up from the pit where Kularian rested, and the glow of two red eyes could be seen, looming up from the darkness. “So it is with a heavy heart that I will have to shatter your mind, Kularian. Render you without any motor function at all, so that we may kill you without resistance.” The wolf again gave a low, laughing cackle. “Me? You would try to kill me, woman? I've bested everything that you've sent my way. What makes you think that you could even possibly handle that which I can wield? You have grown WEAK, woman!” he roared out, and gave a sudden struggle against the bonds that held him taught. He heard her grunt from above, struggling to keep his body from freeing itself. “You cannot hold me for much longer, so you think to take this to the Astral Plane? Fine. Bring yourself and whatever army you feel you will need. I will break every tide of war that you send my way!” There was only a moment of hesitation before the wolf found himself on the endless field of blue blades of grass, the sky above him the deepest black. He was alone here, it seemed. “COME, JA'REL!” he roared out, knowing that his voice would echo from within their minds, roaring like a constant rush of agony. The wolf's eyes flickered around, trying to find where his opponent would be. And then, after a moment, he found a young woman, asleep upon a bed, strange in this landscape, but he had seen far worse. “WAKEN, JA'REL! SHOW ME THIS POWER YOU WIELD!” he roared out, slamming his feet into the ground, sending shockwaves of force through their minds. Slowly, the girl sat up and looked at Kularian, her eyes full of sorrow. “I am saddened that it has come to this, Kularian. You had the potential to be a powerful master of the psychic arts, but now... now I feel that I must destroy you, else you will bring down the entire order of Saljuk around us,” she spoke, and raised a hand. “And I will bring forth the horrors of your heart to bring you down. I cannot do so myself, not now,” she spoke, and snapped her fingers. Immediately, Kularian's chest began to ache, and he gave a cry of pain and rage as his flesh swelled around his rib cage. “What...did you do... to me!?” he roared out, before the first wolf burst forth from his chest. And then another, and then from his back, his leg, his arm, the wolves ripping themselves from his body. After what seemed like an eternity, he stumbled backwards, panting slightly as a dozen of the creatures stood, watching him with the same red eyes that he held. “This... this is your final test?” he asked, panting a few times, before a dark chuckle coming from his maw. “You think that I wouldn't slaughter my own? You are so sorely mistaken that I think that I'll wait to kill you last.” The wolves moved then, spreading out in a unique formation that Kularian was only vaguely familiar with. It looked hauntingly familiar, and the man actually spent too much time in trying to remember where he'd seen this setup when several of the wolves locked themselves onto his limbs, holding him down and away, causing him to grunt slightly in pain, not sure if he could handle this, suddenly. Then two of the wolves leapt into the air before him, and almost seemed to crouch against one another as both sets of maw opened, and two beams of energy roared outwards towards him, the attacks winding around one another, looking similar to a special beam cannon. Then he realized, as he watched it, that he had nowhere to move, nowhere to go, due to the creatures holding him down. “God...dammit...” he growled, before he let the aura of electricity flare around him, the attacks striking his body, and then being absorbed within himself, the wolf actually taking a stumbling step backwards from the force, despite the fact that it had, actually, energized him. “You are weak!” he roared out, before struggling to get free of the wolves, when suddenly the remembrance of where he recognized all of this came from. This was exactly what was done by the Wolfsbane group in the Star Wolves. They had anchoring grappling hooks that they used to pick up treasure from far away, or to latch onto another ship, in case that something happened to their engines. However, in combat, it wasn't unusual for three or four of them to locate and latch onto the leader's ship, and then simply blast it to pieces while it had no way to move. This is exactly what was happening now, which caused the wolf to shudder under the weight of the memories and the fangs that were still buried several inches into his flesh. Granted, he was one of the ones who had invented this tactic... and he knew exactly how to break it. He feigned weakness as he moved, falling forward, so that his four limbs were on the ground. “You bitch,” he hissed outwards at the woman, a low growl building up in his throat. “You need the help of these others to defeat me. I can't believe you would ever think that would work.” The woman gave a slight gasp of surprise as Kularian pushed off with only his left limbs, actually using the force of the two on his right to move him in that direction. He spun in the air, with the wolves not able to adjust before slamming them down onto one another, yelps and cries of pain coming up from the creatures before Kularian's claws silenced them. Forever. The wolf came to stand tall as he looked at the woman, ignoring the bleeding wounds that covered his body; they were merely mental anyway. “Your powers are weak, woman. Fight me yourself, if you can even manage to bring yourself to do so. I'm willing to bet that your power is too weak to even handle me,” he growled, before he took another step forward towards her, his claws opening and the thirst of blood quite evident on his face, before his body started to slowly stop, and he grunted, before he found himself back in the real world, and the telekinetic power that bound him being far beyond what he had ever experienced before. “WHAT IS THIS!?” he roared out. A man stood before him, a hand extended outwards, smirking. “I am Ja'vei, Kularian. It seems that Ja'rel is no longer able to hold you. My sister tends to underestimate a bit. Thankfully I do not. I don't think that you're going to be much of a bother to us anymore, you see,” he spoke, and suddenly the two seemed to vanish from where they stood, and appeared to be in a tomb, made entirely of stone. “This is going to cave in within a few moments. We are forbidden to take life here... but let's just call this a test. I'll keep your body bound, and if you are able to, somehow, come forth with some sort of telekinesis... you might be able to escape.” The man gave a smile and pat Kular on the shoulder, which earned a deep, blood-curdling growl. “Try not to die in this exercise,” he spoke before vanishing, leaving Kular alone. WC: 2039 |
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| Rem | May 3 2013, 01:57 AM Post #3 |
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"Who are you?" Rem panted, sweat dripping down his face and chest, intermingling with the blood that was escaping from the various lacerations that dotted his bruised and aching body. The last hour of Rem's life had been hell. He wasn't quite sure how he was still living, but at this rate it was a status that would soon change. He stared at his foe, a massive beast of a figure. Twenty foot tall if he was an inch, with green skin, black serrations, and purple muscles roving his body like directionless snakes. His antenna stood straight up, looking like tipped, vicious horns instead of the phallic, limp head pieces that adorned the rest of their race. "What are you?" Rem asked, his breath coming out in great gasps. He couldn't... believe the power of the figure. He had fought others before, many others, but none of them with power like this. Broli, The Saiyan Cyborg, the others of his merry band of villians and murderers, and even Tapion... All of them held power, but none of them held this sort of power. "Does it matter?" Asked the massive figure, a blank look on its face. His breath was coming harder than normal too, and Rem could see sweat upon his brow. There was even a trickle of blood down the side of his head where Rem had connected with a strike earlier in the battle. Since, it had become a rather one sided affair altogether. "You're going to die, and I'm not in the habit of speaking with dead men." The absolute cold fish, dead tone in the monstrosities voice sent a shiver down the Namekians spine. Such callousness. Not even anger. They had been fighting for an hour, Rem had hurt him, he had hurt Rem... The emerald warrior had defied him, had stood against him, had countered each of his attacks to a degree that sufficed to extend his life by a few moments each time. How... how could he still sound so dead, unruffled, and uncaring about the entire situation- as if Rem was simply a bug that had spread its innards across his windshield and needed clearing away, but deserving of no actual concern. "I..." Rem was put off by the being, really quite unsure as how to proceed. "I'd know the name of the one I am about to kill." Rem finally said, nearly falling as his right leg suddenly gave out from the even slight pressure of his weight upon it. Earlier it had been nearly snapped in half by a kick that Rem hadn't seen coming, it was finally going out on him... The brow of the figure rose, and his head turned slightly so that he was looking at Rem full on. "You... kill me?" he asked, as if mentally considering the thought as something that hadn't even crossed his mind before. He fell silent for a few instants, just staring at Rem, as if studying him. "Not possible." And that semed to be his final answer on the situation. "You... have potential, however." The other warriors head shifted, as if in thought. "Give me what is mine, and I will allow you to live... for a time. I would absorb you once you have reached your true potential." Rems jaw literally dropped at that declaration of intent. Absorb... him? He shivered then as he remembered a warrior from the past he had fought. Sekt... Sekt had caused a lot of harm on Namek. He had broken the proscription Guru had passed about the former Super Nameks returning. He HAD returned, and had spent a year on the planet, using his charisma and power to convince the young and the restless, and the sons of the Super Nameks- the children of Super Nameks who had chosen to die, and pass on their genetics to another generation in order to be allowed back, in one manner or another on their home world. A year after he had arrived Namek was in a full blown Insurrection. Guru had nearly been assassinated multiple times, had been forced to hire more and more protection, and had actually been considering stepping down from power in order to protect his people. That was when Rem, Kular, and Gohan had arrived on planet after getting in some serious space battles... They had saved Guru, joined the efforts to save his life, and eventually, the way of life and ideology he had espoused as he rescued and brought back his people from the brink of extinction. 752//752//2791 |
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| Rem | May 3 2013, 02:36 AM Post #4 |
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Rem gritted his teeth. "I suspected... I knew it... Gods, but I knew it... Another one of you monsters. ABOMINATION!" Rem screamed, mucus expelling from his mouth as his voice rose in absolute hatred and terror. Sekt had tried to absorb him, and nothing in the Namekians 2,000 year existence had ever terrified him so much as the thought of simply becoming part of some one, of having his entire life and existence wiped away as if it was nothing, insignificant. "Another?" The man before him asked. Then seemed, for the first time in an hour, to actually show emotion. "You... killed Sekt?" Rem could feel the tendrils of the others mind digging through his own, trying to access his memories. Rem stopped that shit, closing a wall across his thoughts, moving his mind to a different subject altogether. He was NOT going to let this fucker ruffle through his memories like wanton pieces of paper strewn across a disorganized desk. "Interesting..." The man, the... Super Namek mused, one hand rising to his chin, stroking it as he thought. "My brother attempted to absorb you, and failed... Paid for his failure with his life. I, however, am not Sekt. Not my brother. I am Kult- there, you have my name little cousin. I am Kult, and I will absorb you..." "No, god damn you." Rem gritted his teeth, preparing to attack, preparing to fight, preparing to defend and rage and do whatever he had to do to ensure that that DIDN'T fucking happen. He absolutely refused. "Not now, have no fear." Kult answered, one hand lifting to the air. Rem was confused for a moment, then felt a small twitch upon his belt as something was pulled loose, floated through the air, and then snapped into the outstretched and open hand of Kult. He knew what it was, and felt his spirit deflate as he realized the other had had multiple reasons for Reading his mind. The Super Namek took the Dynocap in hand, pressed a button, and the Black Dragon Ball appeared in his hand. The figure stared into its facets for moments, silent. Then: "I will absorb you once you have gained your full potential..... So that my strength will be increased by the maximum possible. Next time we meet... Will be your end." And then he was gone. Rem couldn't have even said the moment he disappeared, he was simply gone. In his place were a pack... of... Dogs... Evil, angry looking beasts whose power levels were registering on Rem's scouter as dangerously high. With the Super Namek gone, the Dragon Ball gone, and no reason to stick around... Rem decided to take the high road... and he ran the fuck away. 451//1203//3242 |
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| Pierce | May 3 2013, 06:40 AM Post #5 |
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Fatigue started to crawl through him long before Gohan stopped his research. He had spent several hours in his quarters with only one topic of study in mind: Changelings. After that Psychic Dream he had, followed by meeting a Changeling in the Astral Realm the next day…He knew something was going to go badly for him. And he suspected it was the one he had met in the dream. After a small search he had found the name of this individual – King Cold. Although he couldn’t get much information on the man’s fighting style or abilities, he found that they were the current Supreme Commander of the Planet Trade Organisation. How the boy was going to get his business twisted together with that of a fellow like this was unknown to him… After learning a bit more about the nature of Changelings, and techniques common among them, Gohan went to bed. Five weeks later the Half Saiyan stood alone in a grassy area, next to a lake that was fed by a tall waterfall. At first everything seemed normal enough, but after just a few seconds he was alerted to a power level behind him. Turning around in an instant, Gohan was greeted by the figure he had come to despise. A tall changeling in royal armor with a red cape falling down his back…King Cold. “You!” Gohan yelled, sprinting forward with anger on his face. “What do you want?” As he ran he pulled back his arm, and upon reaching his foe the Psychic Master threw it forwards in a fist aimed for the Changeling’s face. Instead of having any effect at all, Gohan found his strike went straight through the tall being, followed by him. Staggering to a stop after going right through the Changeling, Gohan turned to find them still in the same position, as if his failed attack hadn’t even been noticed. He attacked again, and then again, until he was going all out with a varying assortment of physical attacks, telekinetic strikes and energy blasts. Everything phased right through the Changeling. The Half Saiyan continued this futile attack for a good minute or two before finally giving up, leaving himself right in front of the Changeling. He fell to his knees, panting, and only now did he start to wonder exactly why he was fighting a ghost, not a real thing. And then it was a real thing. King Cold became tangible as he moved, lunging forward and gripping the Half Saiyan by the throat. Before he had a chance to react the boy was thrown away at incredible speed, flying through the air for a few seconds before crashing into the side of the nearby waterfall. He splashed his way down, bouncing off of rocks that stuck out from the Cliffside and getting caught in the force of the huge downwards stream. Finally with a clash he landed in the river the waterfall led to, and weakly floated down the current. Before long he felt himself brush up against the bank, and the Psychic Master turned to hold on to the dirt so that he didn’t get washed further away. He tried to rest, but before he could even start to relax his muscles somewhat he was forced to snap back to attention. King Cold was right in front of him; purple feet on the dirt alerting Gohan to his foe’s position. Gohan just managed to look up and stare into the face of this wretched Changeling for a few seconds before one of those purple feet shot forward, kicking him back into the water. With this kick to the head the boy became paralysed, and found himself unable to move or use any of his techniques as he sank to the bottom of the river. Just before he hit the bottom, however, it vanished and suddenly there was a seemingly endless expanse of water below the one he had been in. As Gohan fell through this and the original river closed off again, he realised that nobody would ever find him down here. He would be lost forever, a drowned corpse at the bottom of the sea. Hell, even he didn’t know where he was. Earth? Kanassa? Wait a second…how could he not know what planet he was on? Was this a… “Nightmare!” He yelled, his voice heard clearly as if he was speaking above water even though he was in it. This further cemented his theory that this was not the real world. Almost an instant later he had awoken in his bed, resting in a pool of sweat. The Psychic Master snapped up into a sitting position, panting for a few seconds before sighing and climbing out of bed. It wasn’t nearly time to get out of bed but he felt rested enough to get up. Something had clicked in that nightmare. Often in dreams you have filled-in information, like how you got to the place in the dream and what time it is – you just seem to know. And in that dream Gohan had known in the same way that it had been five weeks since the present day. So it was in five weeks that King Cold would fight him? Hopefully the next Psychic Dream he had, assuming that would happen before the fight, would give more information. He had to do something. Go back to the strategy of improving himself until the obstacles were nothing again. Going back to the temple and going back to his research on the teachings of old masters, he began to learn (funnily enough for a Psychic ‘Master’) the very basic fundamentals of Telekinetic combat. Despite being one of the greatest psychics he knew, that was only because of his freakish power. Really, he had no skill at all. He just threw objects around wildly with no sense of restraint. Even though it was directly opposite to his normal fighting style the boy chose to study Win’Kai. Win’Kai is a form of speed and finesse; Using a combination of one’s ability to not only manipulate but directly change the environment, and the fact that the user can easily read the opponent’s mind and find out what they are going to do before they do it. Win’Kai users nimbly leap between several platforms they have raised for themselves into the sky, darting around so fast the opponent has no idea where they’re going to be…and then the user will suddenly be behind the enemy, attack. And then suddenly the rock platforms are all flying right at the enemy, out of nowhere. A never-ending flurry of attacks and dodges, making a seemingly untouchable Psychic with an endless arsenal. As the sun began its rise, illuminating the Temple of Saljuk, Gohan was training in the grounds. It was difficult at first to slow down and rationalise, but slowly be learned to fight more efficiently. He moved quickly and struck even quicker, and found that he was making an incredible difference. He simply knew from his training that he was breaking barriers he had never broken before; gaining the skills to defeat opponents he would never before have been able to defeat. Including King Cold. And this was just one morning of five weeks. 1,207/1,2074,449 |
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| Kularian | May 3 2013, 11:41 AM Post #6 |
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Kularian was livid, but had no way to express that, not here. His body would not, could not move, and he couldn't lash out, and shatter this prison of simple stone that he found himself in. The worst part of it too, was that he knew there was nothing that he could do about it. And, restrained as he was, if the cavernous rocks fell upon his brow, they would do as much damage to him as they would do anyone else. Without his aura, his body to protect him with his natural instincts to shy away, there was very little that he could accomplish, here. There was a slight defeatist attitude going through his mind, at that point, as he realized that there was, in fact, virtually nothing that he could do to avoid his fate. The only thing had been that this Ja'vei had told him to use his telekinesis, of which he had none to speak of, nothing to handle. So in doing so, there would be virtually nothing that he had available. It was frustrating, and while he wanted all that anger to explode outward, he had nothing that he could do to release it. It was just a constant, thudding ache in the back of his mind. He tried to rationalize the fact that he was stuck here, and that he was very likely going to die... but rationality was not one of Kularian's strong points. Nor had it ever been. He would simply get irritated, and then angry, and then filled with hate-spiced rage until he was either unconscious, dead, or whatever had bothered him had taken that route. A low growl built up in his throat again, as he tried to put things into perspective and see about what was going on, and what he could do. But there was nothing. At all. It was like being at the bottom of a lake and staring upward, trying to rationalize your own drowning. Then the wolf grunted, a sudden resurgence of will to survive building within him. He wasn't going to die here; he refused to do so. He would survive... by whatever means necessary. WC: 361 KWC: 2400 TWC: 4810 |
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