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| Topic Started: Jun 18 2015, 05:49 PM (405 Views) | |
| Roland | Jun 18 2015, 05:49 PM Post #1 |
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Roland peeled the Flexweave armor off his torso, hissing between his teeth. Lances of pain prodded his side, broken ribs poking his innards--more than likely. The armor vest was battered and broken, webs of cracks spread across its surface. The armor could stretch, it could fit any size torso--even giant beings such as transformed Saiyans could fit into it still. Yet, despite how much it stretched it didn't lose its ability to absorb damage and disperse it. When it was in this condition, blown out and battered, it felt brittle and didn't stretch as easy. Just taking it off was slow agony. Burned pieces flaked off onto the polished wooden floor. He tossed it next to his charred cloak and proceeded to remove the slate gray tanktop he work under the armor. The wall mirror to his right showed the severity of the damage. Purple splotches lined his ribs. He had a large gash across his stomach. Two yellow-black splotches dotted his hairy chest. Both his forearms had burns and blisters covering them. His face looked just as bad. One of his eyes were swollen shut and his lip busted open. Blood caked his chin and ran in a long smear across his face. There had been dozens of the bastards. Roland hadn't been expecting that. He was strong enough, more than strong enough, to take on one or two. But, being that outnumbered, it made things a bit more difficult than he imagined. They were persistent bastards, and if you shot any energy attacks at them it just made things worse. He did his best to fight them off, the Father of Swords cutting wide arcs. They didn't go down easy either. The Lost were fine craftsmen, and smart as hell to create such constructs. They were superior to anything Roland had ever seen before. They beat the living hell out of him. He could have done something brash, like blow up the planet or nuke the entire area--but that defeated the purpose of his mission. No, he had to be careful, especially if he wanted to keep everything intact. Next time he would go in prepared. He didn't know his enemy and that cost him dearly. He would be out of commission for awhile. He ran his finger of the gash on his forehead, wincing against the pain. What he needed more than anything was a nice soak. To work out all the tension in his body. That seemed like a fine idea. Roland peeled off his tattered trousers and walked in his undergarments to the glass doors, pushing them up to the outside. Chilly mountain air buffeted his battered body and he shuddered. He stood there for a long moment, looking at the green valley, letting the cold air work out his aches. He didn't understand the purpose of an outside tub, not a first. It was a very Earthling concept. The Lodge had a few of them. But, he learned soon that it was perfect for leisure, and for relaxation. The machine the water sat in could heat it up and bubble it. After removing the cover, he flipped the switch on the side and the tub spran to life. Azure lights glowed inside of it and bubbles began to roll across the surface, pushed by jets inside. He lowered his body into the water. Dried blood and soot dissolved from his skin into the water, tainting it slightly as he came to rest in it. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Hey, are you back Dad?" Ruby called out. Roland snapped awake. He had fallen asleep. From the position of the sun, it hadn't been longer than a half hour--an hour at most. The pain came back, a violent reminder of the battle he had fought earlier that day. Ruby poked her head out the glass window and wrinkled her nose when she saw how abused her father looked. "I thought you had some business to take care of, what the heck happened?" "Business," Roland said. "Business--that doesn't look like business, that looks like you just got into a fight. You're so damn secretive lately. Where do you go all the time, what are you doing? Dad--what could do that to you?" Ruby said. "Don't worry about it. It's not for kids to know or worry about. Listen, did you finish your chores?" "Yes. Dad! Don't ignore me. Where did you go?" Roland waved her off. "You sound like your mother. Anyways, tomorrow want to go to the library with me?" "L-Library?" "You know, that place where they keep a lot of books." Ruby shook her head. "I know what a library is, but why are we going there?" "I'm the Avatar of Wisdom after all. If I didn't spend at least a little time in libraries, there would be something wrong with me, wouldn't there?" Ruby rolled her eyes and Roland grinned. She started to walk away and he loosed a short whistle. She stopped and turned back. "Teira is still here right?" Roland said and closed his eyes. "Go tell her that I want to talk to her." Ruby sighed and scuffled off. It was roughly ten or fifteen minutes by the time that Teira arrived, stepping out onto the patio to meet Roland. He rose from the hot tub, rivulets of water coursing over his bruised and battered body. He realized quickly that most people would have been shy and covered themselves with a towel. He was wearing undergarments, so that at least made it less awkward. He just hoped she wouldn't be too uncomfortable with him showing so much of his skin. His feet slapped on the patio with a wet sound as he approached her. "There you are. How's your training been going?" Roland walked past her and into the room beyond. He sat down slowly at the edge of the bed wincing through the pain of his broken ribs. "I was wondering, tomorrow, if you could help me with a task. I mean to go to a library, a very special library, and look for some information. Just--it's too daunting a task to do alone. What do you say?" WC: 1,081 |
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| Teira | Jun 19 2015, 12:27 PM Post #2 |
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The lengthy day had seemed to drag on for decades. Teira had been hard at work, training her body and mind to become stronger yet. Indeed over the past few months she felt a significant expansion of her power. She had even picked up a few techniques from one of the local masters here on Earth. Lately though, one colleague had taken her under his wing and enlightened her on many things. Roland, the Avatar of Wisdom was a hard working man. For reasons unknown he had decided to train the android to become a more efficient warrior. And that he did. Daily Teira trained to improve upon herself, and every night she now retired to the same lodge where Roland and his teenage daughter resided during their time on Earth. She slipped into the lodge the sun was beginning to sink over the horizon, and yet another day faded into nothingness. The android managed to make use of every second of the day she could however. Even though she was partly mechanical, her body still experience exhaustion. At that moment she felt a soreness within her body, the overworking of her muscles aching as they attempted to rebuild for another rough day ahead. The worn heels of her boots clanked against the wooden planks that shielded the floor of the lodge, and before she had the chance to sit and relax Roland’s daughter Ruby appeared. Teira’s bright silver hues locked on the young girl, she carried a hint of worry in her eyes, no doubt something to do with her father. “Dad wants you,” Short and sweet. By the sound of her words, it seemed that Roland beckoned to his quarters. A sharp sigh escaped her lungs, what did that old man want this time? To pester her with a new regimen of training? To send her on some absurd errand? Even so, she drug herself into his room, knocking on the door before it creaked its way open. She peered inside before letting herself within the room. Out upon the patio she could see the orange mop of the warrior resting easy within the outside tub. Cautiously Teira made her way out to the doorway that stood between the patio and the bedroom. Before she could speak a word, Teira merely watched as Roland stood, his half bare body thrown into her view. She maintained eye contact out of respect, trying not to focus upon the man’s battered body. Of course she was curious as to what happened to the Zaunite, although she contained her questions. Roland’s body wobbled past her as he sat himself upon the bed with a grunt, she could easily tell he was in a decent amount of pain. "I was wondering, tomorrow, if you could help me with a task. I mean to go to a library, a very special library, and look for some information. Just--it's too daunting a task to do alone. What do you say?" What an odd request. She paused and turned back towards him, her body propping itself up upon the doorway as she shot him a curious expression. “A library?” She paused, “A daunting and special library? Why do I not like the sound of this?” Her hands reached into the air in a refreshing stretch before they folded behind her head. The red-head seemed to be a bit tired from her day of training but still seemed ready for more. “I suppose I can be bothered for a bit, it’s not like I have anything more to do than the usual.” Teira said. The android took a few steps back into the room, her bright eyes scanning around the environment trying to focus on anything but the bruises and cuts upon her mentor’s broken body. Truthfully she didn’t like to see the man in such a condition, he was such a stronger and more seasoned warrior than her. Observing such injuries on him worried her about how many stronger beings there were in the universe that could be capable of such power. WC: 677 // 677 // 1,758 |
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| Roland | Jun 19 2015, 05:35 PM Post #3 |
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The next morning came and Roland felt little better. He pushed himself out of bed and dragged himself to the dresser, where he drew out some garments. The alchemical tea he had prepared himself before bed, with its magical herbs and healing properties had expedited the healing process a little, but nearly enough. He found himself wishing he had one of those healing tanks that the Saiyans and PTO stuck their wounded into. He wore a slate gray button up shirt and a pair of dark brown slacks. He laced his boots up and fastened them on his feet. Despite his casual attire, Roland wouldn't go anywhere without his boots on. It was a solider thing. He whipped up a dumpling soup for breakfast. The cloudy little balls of dough floated in the bubbling cauldron of vegetables, meat, and seasonings. The aroma of it was pleasant. Ruby came bleary eyed into the kitchen and filled her bowl. She ate in silence. "Eat up Teira, we have a long day ahead of us," Roland said when the android strolled in. He wondered if she needed to sleep. Or if, she just sat awake during the long nights, thinking and contemplating. Maybe she even trained during those times. He figured if he were an android, he wouldn't waste his time with things like sleep. They were so pointless, so mortal. No, there were far better things he could be doing. In fact, without sleep he could get so much more done. Stomach full of broth and dumplings, Roland stepped outside. The mountain air was particularly crisp this early. Dew lined all the tree needles and ferns, the sun's orange rays illuminating them. In many ways it made the forest look like it had been encompassed by thousands of tiny embers. The floral scent of pine filled the air. It was refreshing with a zest to it, the aroma always seemed to clear his senses. "I want you two to brace yourself. We're about to go to another world. It is far harsher than Earth. There's breathable air there, so you don't have to worry about that. Just, be prepared for discomfort--that's all I'm saying," Roland said. Ruby took her father's hand. Roland offered his out to Teira, a lopsided smile across his face, his lip sagging a bit where it had been busted open. Once her hand touched his he concentrated and a moment later they were gone, leaving behind a thin ribbon of radiation where they once stood. They appeared in a hellish landscape. The nearest star blazed bright with yellow-green light, filling the world in a nearly blinding illumination. Roland winced, waiting for eyes to correct themselves against the glare. The air here was thin, so thin that the sky didn't look blue, green,or red--but instead the blackness of space could be seen, even in the middle of the daytime. The thinness of the atmosphere made it hard to breath. Ruby coughed and hacked. Roland reached down and patted her back. "Easy, easy. Take shallow breaths. Give it a minute, it will get better, I promise," Roland said. Sand blew everywhere, buffeted the tall spires of rock that jutted up from the desert around them. They looked like crooked toes. Most had great dunes of sand leaning against them. Some of the dunes on the horizon were as big as mountains on Earth, rising up like great ripples and ridges. "Follow me," Roland said and started down into a winding crag that seemed to be cut out of the desert by an unsteady hand. The crag had shelter from the wind and the harsh solar radiation, casting heavy shadows upon them. Without the star's warmth, the air felt chilly and Roland's teeth began to chatter. At the end of the crag was a great metal door etched with strange looking symbols. They were runes. Roland recognized some of them right off the bat. The others looked ancient and forlorn versions of ones he did know. He held his hand up and loosed a low incantation, his voice thrumming as he spoke. The runes began to light up with a jade green fire after each of the words he spoke, until they all blazed bright. The door rumbled and began to move, rolling back. Loose rock and pebbles rained down all around them as it opened up to a dark tunnel. Inside, the air was far more friendly and it was warm. The hallways and floor were made out of a smooth black metal with flecks of purple and yellow in it. Nothing at all like any of the metals and alloys found on Earth or among the starbound races. As they passed, Roland whispered more words of power, arcane lamps blazing to life with jade green fire, casting heavy shadows upon the walls. After a winding journey down for what seemed like a mile or so, they finally reached a an opening. They stepped out onto a balcony, overlooking a giant cylindrical pit. Darkness engulfed the entire chamber until Roland raised his hands in the air and the wall sconces blazed to life with green flames, illuminating the depths and the inner rings of the cylinder. Each ring was a level, and each level had rows upon rows of bookcases. The shelves were packed with thousands upon thousands of books or stuffed with scrolls. Occasionally there were old computer terminals, covered with centuries worth of dust. There were tables and chairs along the railings, some still lined with open books--the pages faded and the text dimmed by the eons. The dust and sand had permeated everything here. Piles of sand hung in some of the corners and atop many of the bookcases. "Welcome to Nartath'anam," Roland said. "Or the Repository of the Gods. This is a place of knowledge and secrets--lost many many millennia ago when a race known as The Lost went extinct. I am looking for a certain piece of lore here, a book known as the Manual of Constructs. There are four hundred levels to this library, and perhaps ten thousand books at each level. So, let's get started." Ruby made a sound that sounded like somewhere between a squawk and a grunt. "Forty thousand books, you expect us to find a single book? You're crazy dad." Roland took a deep breath. "Ah that musty smell. Don't you guys just love the library?" With that said, he descended the flight of stairs to the left and began his search at the first bookcase he found, his fingers tracing lines in the dust along the spines of the many tomes. WC: 1,135 / 2,216 / 2,893 |
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| Teira | Jun 21 2015, 07:45 AM Post #4 |
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The day began as usual, a warm breakfast prepared by the main chef himself. It seemed that Roland had a skill for the culinary arts and loved to flaunt his abilities in the kitchen. Teira hastily slurped down the moist bowl of dumplings while her mind wandered on about the day that was ahead. A library couldn’t be any more than books yes? What could be so--- special. Soon the small group had slipped outside, Roland had given a brief warning to prepare themselves for the transmission however Teira didn’t listen all too carefully to him. The android’s hand clasped firmly with the Avatar’s and within a flash their bodies were hurled through time and space, rocketing at a speed unmeasurable by mere math. With a blink of the eye, they had arrived at their destination, wherever that was. "Easy, easy. Take shallow breaths. Give it a minute, it will get better, I promise," The air was thin, or so Teira’s sensors read. Her artificial lungs adjusted accordingly, and her limbs provided the appropriate suspension for the planet’s gravity. The redhead stretched out her limbs and gazed around at the environment as the soft sounds of Ruby’s coughing filled the still air. Teira pulled the collar of her coat up snugly around her face, protecting her skin from the relentless sand that barraged the group. Finally at Roland’s command they marched forward, entering a crag that seemed to carry on for miles. Walk, walk, walk. It seemed to last forever, although in reality it was only a mile or so. Teira’s gaze was ever vigilant, to anyone who wasn’t used to her it would seem she was paranoid. Soon the group stopped abruptly, it seemed that they had been halted by a door. The woman carefully watched Roland chant his strange phrases to the ruins on the wall. The strange markings began to glow with his chants, it was strange to her. Strange that such things could be controlled not by way of machine but of mystical origins. The ancient doors opened, and beyond only could bewilder Teira’s eyes. Thousands upon thousands of books. Lined from the ceiling to the ground. "Welcome to Nartath'anam," Roland said. "Or the Repository of the Gods. This is a place of knowledge and secrets--lost many many millennia ago when a race known as The Lost went extinct. I am looking for a certain piece of lore here, a book known as the Manual of Constructs. There are four hundred levels to this library, and perhaps ten thousand books at each level. So, let's get started." Seriously? Teira thought to herself, this man had brought the two along as extra hands to help him on a mission to find… a book? A heavy sigh played on her lips as the orange haired man slipped off to start searching the spines of each and every individual book. Manual of Constructs, what could such a piece of literature hold that was so important that Roland needed to search an entire library for? Teira slowly approached the rows of books carefully, her mechanical eyes pulling the words off their spines and running them through her processor instantaneously. Even from a few feet away her eyesight was amazing. “Say Roland, with 400 levels to this place, there must be some way they organized all of these books. I’m sure they just didn’t throw them all randomly next to each other upon a shelf.” Teira said. She looked to the top of the shelf before her, a small plaque graced the wooden panel. Upon it was etched a series of numbers and letters. Perhaps they were organized into some sort of system. She looked around to another shelf, it carried the same adornment. “There has to be some sort of--- Guide around here. An index.” Her words floated off. WC: 639 // 1,316 // 3,532 |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Jun 28 2015, 11:27 AM Post #5 |
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A huge woman had been Teira'ing around through the sky for quite some time. She did it after she had initially been Brian'ing but she soon grew bored of it all. She had recently gone through an extremely hectic divorce with a certain Zaunite and she wanted to get her mind off of it. That was, until she felt a disturbance around her. The heavyset woman looked down to see her former lover, the one she had made into her own image, with a sleazy red-haired bitch. What were they doing way out here in Roland attempted to enter through a portal of sorts along with some child the large woman had never seen before and the sleaze that accompanied them. The woman ran behind them and entered and as soon as she did Roland became aware of her presence and turned around to look at her with wide eyes. "J-J-Jamie!?" Roland choked out. "Yea it's me, and I see that you've gotten yourself a slut huh?" "Who are you calling a slut!?!?" The slut suddenly exclaimed at Jamie. The whore then charged at the bigger woman, who withdrew a knife and stabbed her in the belly. "Sargonis sends his regards," She then stabbed her again in the heart and watched as the slut's body went limp and fell onto the floor. "NO! TEIRA!" Roland screamed into the heavens. Jamie walked over to him as he wept over the slut's dead body. She looked down upon her former lover with cold and unforgiving eyes. Roland then looked up at her one last time. His eyes held no emotion. Jamie brandished her bloodied knife and said, "In the name of every house wife on Zaun who has had to put up with a cheating scumbag, I sentence you to die." "Go on, do your duty." Jamie slashed her ex-husband's throat. Blood spewed from his body and he laid limp right on top of his slut of a girlfriend. The little girl that had accompanied them began to scream and cry and weep. It pained Jamie but she couldn't leave any evidence behind. She took the little girl by the hair and tied her up against one of the book shelves. All the while the girl screamed, “What did you do with my father!? Father get up! Father!? Father!" Jamie remained silent. She lit a match and set the book shelf ablaze, as well as the library. “Father! No! Nooooooo! Noooooooo!" The girl began to scream until she could scream no longer. The heat consumed her small body, and she died. It was all over. |
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