| Welcome to Alex's DBZ RPG 5 Forum. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| The Forgotten Student; Medium Quest | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Nov 26 2017, 08:50 PM (103 Views) | |
| Fasha | Nov 26 2017, 08:50 PM Post #1 |
|
Fasha
|
The Forgotten Student Difficulty: Medium Description: Master Roshi's once most promising student, Akkio, went rogue many years ago. He resorted to a life of crime and evil, using the valuable martial arts techniques that Roshi taught him to wreck havoc. It has always been a thorn in the master's side; the one student he never was able to help. Roshi has told you to seek Akkio and face him in combat to see that the martial arts he teaches you, like all things, has two sides. Defeat Akkio in combat and end his reign of terror. Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits Bonus: +1 Alignment and Roshi's Weighted Shell - Equpped as an accessory. Amplifies training by +15 strength and +15 stamina Requirement: Must have trained under Master Roshi for 2 weeks to do this quest. |
![]() The Pacific -Nominee for RP of the Year 2017 Liberation The Regime pt. 1 Wiki | |
![]() |
|
| Fasha | Nov 27 2017, 04:21 AM Post #2 |
|
Fasha
|
A Forgotten Student “Master Roshi…” Fasha stammered. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I’m here to oversea your trial,” he chuckled. “Did I forget to tell you about it?” “I’m lost,” she replied, perplexed. He threw back his head, roaring with laughter. He held his sides as if in some immense pain as he continued to cackle. Spittle flew from his mouth, flying about the room. Every time it looked like he might stop laughing he would glance at the warrior girl and start all over again. Fasha’s patience began to wear very thing, very quickly. “WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?” She stepped forward towards him and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Next thing she knew she was face down on the floor with her arm wrenched up behind her back. It was like a knife in her shoulder as the fine muscle fibres began to separate and tear. She grimaced but did not cry out in pain. She had been hurt by men before, and she had learned not to give them the satisfaction. Somewhere she heard a flint strike steel and draw a spark. I know men. She rolled on the shoulder which was being torn, flying free of his grip and spinning around to face him. The fire was burning now, so hot that she could feel it scorching her insides. She pulled him close and smashed her face into his own, cutting the laughter short as his glasses broke. “DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!” She screamed, fury in her white eyes. She pivoted, with both hands on his collar, bringing her hips to his own. She planted her feet, bent her knees and then straightened suddenly. She twisting her hips as she straightened, causing the old man to flip upside down in midair. She swung her arms down towards the ground, slamming him onto his head. His forehead erupted with blood as it cracked into the hard floor. She let go of him, her mouth opening in horror. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she sputtered. “Please forgive me!” She ran as fast as she could. She flew down the hallway, out the window and into the night beyond. The warrior ran so far, and so fast she had no idea where she was. Eventually she collapsed in a heat, sobbing with emotion and rasping with exhaustion. She sobbed and clutched herself, trying to make herself feel okay. I am a monster, I am a monster, I am a monster! I hate myself. She lay on her side, curled in a tight little ball, rocking back and forth as she thought of his face. He always wore a big, teethy smile on his face. His grin never faltered, and his laugh could often be heard echoing from miles off his island. He was not an inherently nice person; he told you the truth and nothing but it. He often laughed at you and was the first to criticize. But, he was always ready to listen, and was more a Father to Fasha than anybody from her home had ever been. He could be dead. Her chest heaved as she pictured him bloody and motionless in that mansion. The great Master Roshi, killed by his own ungrateful swine of a student… What am I going to do now? I destroy every home I ever make. A warm hand touched her shoulder. She shook with a start, ready to defend herself from the vile animal she called man. A bruised and battered face looked down at her, but on it was the biggest smile she had ever seen. “Sorry about before, Fasha,” Roshi laughed. “I forgot you had such a temper!” “N- n- no!” She stammered, in between sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! I had no right to do that to you!” He held up his hand. “I’ve had much worse in my day before, and I dare say I deserved that,” he told her. “I think I should explain.” He sat down beside her, offered her some tissues and then explained everything. It had all been a test. Roshi was concerned after the mission to get vengeance on the gang members that she was getting out of control. Often, he would have students who he would train only to find that they were using their powers to do bad things. So, he gave everybody a test. It wasn’t like other Masters where the pupil had to fight off ten people at once. It was a test of morality, which some students did fail. If they failed he would never teach them again, because only violence followed their lives. “So I passed?” Fasha piqued. “Yes,”Roshi replied. “You did and of this, I never had a doubt. You are a good person sweet child, I wish you could see that.” A smile shattered through the ice of her face as she looked at her Master. His glasses were broken and she could look directly into his eyes. They were like emeralds flecked with gold. They were kind eyes, which had seen many horrors and many joys. He broke their gaze, turning away. “There was one student who did fail this test,” he started. “His name is Akkio.” “What happened to him?” The warrior asked. “He died, or, at least the student that I knew died,” A long silence followed. “He was my best student. He would take to any task with such enthusiasm, and I was so proud of him. It was through my own greed that I was blinded of what he truly was. It was for this reason I tested him late, after I had already taught him almost everything I knew. I was so sure he would pass, he was the best student you could ever ask for…” “…when I told him he failed, he flew into such a rage that I only just managed to escape with my life. This failure of mine still haunts me to this day. Every week I hear of some terrible thing he has done. He is a monster, Fasha, a true monster.” A chill crept through Fasha’s bones. The serious tone her usually jovial Master adopted caused every fine hair on her body to stand at attention. “Can we stop him?” She whispered. "You can." "Me?" She gasped. "But if you can't, then how on Earth will I?" "He is strong, true," Roshi murmured. “But, you have something that he doesn’t.” “What?” “I can’t tell you,” he explained. “But I can show you.” He paused. “Every day that Akkio walks this planet, there is an innocent, vulnerable person who is raped, butchered or murdered.” Her mind flashed and she was in dark alleys, swatting and large clutching hands and tall lumbering brutes. A fire erupted, so suddenly and so fierce that their flesh melted from their bones like butter. Her concentration snapped back to Master Roshi who was smiling in that knowing, smug way that he liked to do. “See?” She did. Word Count 1170 |
![]() The Pacific -Nominee for RP of the Year 2017 Liberation The Regime pt. 1 Wiki | |
![]() |
|
| Fasha | Nov 27 2017, 06:04 AM Post #3 |
|
Fasha
|
The train whipped through the forest at such a speed that the trees looked like textured brown wall paper. The deep rumble of the train would have been soothing if it weren’t for the growing despair nested in her chest. With every jolt of the cart she would jump, half expecting a group of armed men to come storming in. Roshi had sent her into the heart of winter. It was a place so cold that your breath would freeze as it left your mouth. She was no stranger to the cold, but this was something beyond what she could have imagined. She had taken a plane from the closest mainland, flying through the air in the giant aluminium jet. She skimmed over many different countries, each one drawing her eye and peeking her curiosity. Eventually the plane left behind the cities and beautiful beaches and was replaced by endless sand. She had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, but when she looked out there was still sand. She couldn’t believe how gigantic this desert was, it was literally as if they had reached the end of the world. She was wrong about that, because now she had. Eventually they had come to mountains so high that the pilot had to adjust to make it over them. Even then the plane banked several times to avoid the sides of the highest of the mountains. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw them. They were completely covered in snow, which was extremely bizarre considering they had just come from a boundless, baking desert. They were some of the most beautiful structures she had ever seen. Their dominance over the world was pronounced. She could feel the power emanating from these giants, immortal, forever. She silently showed her respect to the behemoths, hoping they would leave her and the plane be as they flew over them. When they landed she had walked out of the plane to knee-deep snow all around. There were people prancing around on the top of the snow wearing what looked like tennis racquets on their feet. They looked ridiculous but moved much faster than her. She struggled through the snow for awhile before giving up and leaping on top of it. With careful and precise steps she skipped along the surface, taking care not to slip and fall into the midst of that cold, cold ice. She had a list of Roshi’s instructions, which included taking a train to Ortrok, the city of slaves. She had done some reading in preparation for the trip and had tried to learn everything she could about the city. Ortrok was settled two hundred years before, when a great mine was discovered, full of natural resources. Colonialists had flocked to it in their thousands. They braved the insufferable cold to make themselves rich, and work very hard. Their lives, and the lives of their sons were not worth mentioning. Everything was spent working under ground, and everything was saved. There was nothing worth happiness in that town, and so they worked and worked and worked. The families passed on their savings from generation, to generation. Each becoming more and more wealthy. A hundred years passed and those founding families became sick of working. They already had so much money that they didn’t need to work anymore. They still wanted money though. They always want more money. So, they started hiring people to work in their mines, but the pay was never enough for how terrible those conditions were. Workers came, and workers left and the mine began to suffer. One day they were approached with a proposition. A man approached and told them that if they paid him a one-off cost, then he could give them workers. These workers would never leave because they had no homes to go to. They would never stop working, because they loved to work and they didn’t need to get paid because they would never have time to spend it. The Founders of Ortrok became rich beyond imagine, and the man with the proposition too. The town was centred around that mine. It was a huge hole in the ground, a few kilometres in diameter. A gigantic open-cast mine with another mine deeper underground. It was the largest underground structure in the world. Overlying the gash in the ground were a complex network of interconnecting bridges so that people could get from one side to the other. Trucks buzzed over it day and night, like fireflies in the snow. On the outside of the mine were the thin wooden shacks where the workers slept. Each shack was three by three metres. They had a thin matt to lie on and a candle a month to light their homes. To keep them warm their houses were pushed together, with no space between or above as they made into several stories high. Often the workers on the outside homes had the best views out of their windows, but they often died. It was cold in Ortrok. Outside the slums were the shops and markets. Every second building was a brothel where the other workers plied their trade. They worked for free too, because they loved to work and had no families to go home too. They spent every hour of their day in those buildings. They were free to leave any time, but all their possessions were owned by the building, even their clothes and especially their money. They could leave though. On the north side of the city was where the Founders themselves lived. They had built a compound of large homes, behind a great concrete wall. Not much was known about what was behind that wall, as it towered twenty metres into the air. The wall spanned forty kilometres across and circled back probably just as far. Within that compound the Founders sat on a mountain of treasure, counting their money with glee. ------------------------------ Word Count 990 2161 |
![]() The Pacific -Nominee for RP of the Year 2017 Liberation The Regime pt. 1 Wiki | |
![]() |
|
| Fasha | Nov 28 2017, 05:09 AM Post #4 |
|
Fasha
|
The warrior stepped off the train into the bitter night air. Her breath rose from her mouth in an icy fog, crystalizing and falling to the ground. She wore her armour, with thick wide shoulder pads. Over this she wore a large dark cloak, and a black bandanna wrapped around her face. It gave her a rarely imposing figure. She was in the commercial section of the town, out of the slums. Great pools of light were cast from the street lamps all around. Between each pool was a shadow where men in thick dark cloaks loitered. The only way to know that they were there was the faint fire of their cigarette, toking in their mouths. They stood outside anonymous buildings, set slightly behind and away from the other shops, restaurants and lodgings. The windows were shuttered, but Fasha knew what lay inside. Inside lay the boiled down essence of life. In between those walls was the first profession, and it would be the last. The lust of man was inextinguishable, and only through the work of slaves could their greed be abated. She walked towards the closest shadowy figure, he did not move. She stopped within a metre of him and stared at him with her eyes like the snow around them. “Yer lookin’ fa sumfing?” He grunted. “We gut everyfing here. Black ones, white ones, yella ones. We even got sumfing a bit younger, if ya know whats I mean?” She did not answer. The girl stared at him, hoping he might catch on fire. It had happened before. The man bristled under her icy gaze. “Well?!” He snarled. “I ain’t got all day ya know. Do you want something or not?” She nodded, indicating towards the door. He wore a bandanna over his face, but she could see by the movement that he smiled. He made his way to the door and knocked in a predictable and entirely reproducible pattern. The door opened, and the girl stepped inside, grateful for the warmth. A much smaller and hunched man greeted her as she walked in. His eyes reminded her of a bird’s, prehistoric and predatory. His nose curled down in front of a set of rotten and uneven teeth, which he seemed to display proudly through his broad smile. “Welcome to the Innocent Smile!” He exclaimed. “Here you can get anything your heart desires! We have all ages ranging fr-“ Fasha slammed her fist into those crooked teeth of his. She spun quickly, lunging out with a high kick to the larger man’s face before he even knew what was going on. He went down like a stone. She turned back to the cretin, who was busily trying to retrieve his teeth from his rat throat. She punched him again, lightly but directly on the nose. His face exploded with blood and he squealed in pain. She clamped a gloved hand over his mouth before he could call out for help and dragged him behind the desk. Quick as a flash a knife appeared in her hand and she slowly placed it against the inner side of his eye, just touching the white of his eye with the blade. His eyes darted towards the knife, forcing his eye into the blade. He screamed in pain, his voice muffled. Fasha stared into his terrified eyes until he stopped whimpering. “Now you will answer every question I have,” she said. His eyes grew wide as he realized she was a woman. “Or…” She pushed the blade slightly deeper into the side of his eye. “If you so much as whimper without my permission, you will lose this eye.” She stated. “Okay?” He nodded, very cautiously. Fasha removed her hand from his mouth but held the knife very steady. “Who brings you the slaves?” He licked his bloody lips, “A very rich man. They bring a shipment here every month, and we go to buy them.” “When is the next shipment?” “In a few days, there’s a big hall by the market,” he explained. “Please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone.” She withdrew the knife from his eye, her mind pondering the decision. He is scum, and he could ruin everything. She slashed his throat in one swift motion and made her leave. ------------------------ Word Count 714 |
![]() The Pacific -Nominee for RP of the Year 2017 Liberation The Regime pt. 1 Wiki | |
![]() |
|
| Fasha | Nov 28 2017, 05:11 AM Post #5 |
|
Fasha
|
Three days later Fasha stood in the throng of people in the town hall. The room smelled of men, so much so that she had to stop herself from vomiting. Occasionally she could taste the acid bile coming up into her mouth when she cast her eyes over the filth which filled this place. All of them had the dark beady eyes of men who dealt in business. All businessmen were the same, but these men got to see their slaves first hand. She could almost feel them salivating over the prospect of delicious money. There was a stage in front of him, of which she struggled to see behind the towering masses of men. A man stood at a wooden podium to the side of the stage. He was a man of dark skin, with a bald head and large eyes. The whites of his eyes almost seemed to glow against his black skin, and Fasha swore that he never blinked. His lips were thin, but his body was not. She could see his physicality even beneath his thick fur cloak. He was an imposing figure, as Slave masters often were. One by one the slaves were lead, naked to the centre of the stage. They stood with their heads bowed as their souls were auctioned off to a fate much worse than death. Occasionally she would catch a glimpse of their eyes, which were hollow and dead. They were merely vassals now, which would be whipped and fucked and worked. Fasha would not let herself look away. I need to see this. I need to remember what I am fighting for. It was hours before each slave was presented to the boiling crowd of men and each slave was bargained and bought. The throng of men began to file out, but she quietly slipped towards the front. The Slave Master left towards backstage and she followed him. To each side of the stage were wooden stairs which she could walk down. In the darkness she found a set of changing rooms, crammed full of naked bodies. In front of them was the black hulking figure who was barking out orders in a voice deep and foreboding. He was the only man there, among a sea of slaves that could tear him limb from limb if only they had the courage, or the life. Fasha walked up behind him, knife drawn. She made no sound, yet she was in full view of every slave. Their eyes did not even glance in her direction. They were glazed over, as if everything that had made them human had escaped into the wind. She smiled as she thrust her knife into the base of his neck. His body lent limp and he collapsed to the floor, eyes wide and darting. She had stabbed him beneath his 6th cervical vertebrae. Everything required to keep him alive was above here, but she had completely transected his spinal cord, which meant that all power and sensation to his limbs was gone. The great, power of a man was paralyzed, forever and always. His eyes showed true fear as she leaned over him. “WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” He screamed. The slaves around him began to stir, as if awakening from a long sleep. “I’m looking for someone,” she leaned close whispering in his air. He shuddered. “I’m looking for your boss.” “I am the boss!” “No,” she said softly. “You are not him. Tell me where Akkio is.” His eyes grew wider as she whispered that name, “H- h- how did you-, how do you know his name?” “I know lots of things,” she licked the side of his ear. “Tell me where he is, I am growing restless.” “I don’t know, nobody knows!” The knife was in her hands so quickly he could barely follow it. She turned and began doing something outside of his field of view. When she turned back the first thing he noticed was the sadistic smile on her pretty, childish face. The second thing was his manhood, shrivelled and bloody, separated from his body and in her hands. She shoved it into his mouth. He moaned, choking on it but she kept forcing it down, trying to get it down his throat. “Okay! Okay!” She removed it from his mouth, but kept it right in front of his face. “He is in the compound, where the Founders live. He has a tower where he can see everything, behind a wall that no man can get through and with a thousand warriors between the wall and his tower.” “No man…” she cackled. “I see, thank you very much.” Fasha turned to consider the slaves who were advancing steadily, a familiar light in their eyes. “When you are done here, I will be waiting in the hall.” She left the Slave Master in the dark, his sobs a symphony to the broken soul. Word Count 826 Total 3702 COMPLETE |
![]() The Pacific -Nominee for RP of the Year 2017 Liberation The Regime pt. 1 Wiki | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Earth · Next Topic » |
| Theme: ADBZRPG5 | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
4:15 AM Jul 11
|
Back to Alex's DBZ RPG | Back to Main Forum








4:15 AM Jul 11