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| Rage of an Ocean Lord; Hard | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 27 2017, 07:27 AM (176 Views) | |
| Uriel | Nov 27 2017, 07:27 AM Post #1 |
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Rage of an Ocean Lord Difficulty: Hard Description The demi-god Poseidon has awoke from a long slumber to find the world in such an drastically different state than when he left it. Very few mortals speak his name, and virtually none offer him power via their devotions. This has angered the demi-god. He has unleashed an all out assault on the planet, with creatures of myth at his disposal. Even in his freshly awoken state the once reigning God is still a formidable force, and he must be put down. However, killing a god is not as easy as it seems. Discover a way to kill the god and end his rage! Reward: +800 Zeni, +6 DP, +80 All Stats, +6 RP Credits Bonus: Poseidon's Trident - Level 3 spear. Two handed weapon equipped as an accessory. +1,000 and +9% strength in battle. Attacks with this weapon deal +9% damage. Every third strike that lands with a spear deals +50% damage. |
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| Uriel | Nov 27 2017, 08:28 AM Post #2 |
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The angel had just finished his farewell breakfast with his dragon companion. Uriel woke up at dawn to cook the meal. He had lain out an impressive spread of sausages, melons, strawberries and other assorted fruits as well as as large plate of spicy scrambled eggs. The aroma wafted throughout out the ship and into Bleu's sensitive nostrils. The winged beast woke up with a smile, "Something smells wonderful." He lifted himself out of the cabin and into the spacious kitchen. Uriel was bringing a couple of beverages, the dragon recently learned they were called bloody mary's. "Everything looks fantastic,"he said while settling into his stool. "It better be" Uriel laughed at the beast. "I spent enough time on. Anyway, I'm not sure when the next time you'll eat something edible," he said, setting last serving dish on the large, wooden dining table. "Now let's eat." The duo began to eat the hearty meal while each taking turns regaling the other with tales of their past. Friends they had met, wars they had fought. Some of the stories had been told earlier but they were entertaining nonetheless. The two hardened warriors took their time, savoring each bit. Bleu was off to seek to seek training elsewhere, something he had discussed with Master Roshi a few days prior. Uriel was still going to stay at the Kame House and check in once in a while with the turtle hermit. There were more inexperienced students coming and going, like the young Saiyan he had sparred with a short while ago. The angel was not sent out to do the silly quests that the old man sent him on his first tenure. The winged men completed their food and strode off the ship towards the sandy beach. It was a beautiful day, sun glittering across the gentle tides moving back and forth towards the small island. "It was nice spending time with you while are both alive, Uriel, "the dragon said. "You be careful out there," the angel said with a small grin. "Next time I won't be there to save you. Here," he reached into his pouch and produced a small legume and handed it to the levitation. "Just in case you need. I'll meet each other soon." Bleu nodded, turned his head and rocketed off into the morning sky, an azure blur streaking across the horizon. Even though they had been training in the gravity room for week, Uriel was still amazed at how much his friend had grown. He returned his attention back the spacecraft with a sigh; he hated cleaning dishes. The angel was ready to go out into the outside world again. As beneficial as the gravity training was, he was getting restless and yearned to go try and help people from the wicked. The winged man stretched his body and giant, auburn wings. He soared off away from the noon sun, a golden streak trailing him. "Finally!" he shouted at ocean below. Uriel looped around the calm seas with a large smile on his face. He was more powerful than he could have ever imagined and still growing every day. His mind wandered to that murderous android. He wasn't there yet but soon he would bring justice on the massive killers. The angel would take care of them with. The celestial's focus was shaken abruptly and the increasingly bad weather. Rain started to fall harder and the once peaceful seas splashed violently against each other. Uriel had to brace himself from the huge gusts of wind blowing sideways. "What the hell happened?" he asked to himself as he fought against the torrential downpour. There was indescribable, booming voice cutting throughout the storm. 615 WC |
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| Fasha | Nov 28 2017, 05:07 AM Post #3 |
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He awoke to a floating island. He could see it kilometres above him, drifting through the ocean. It was just a black speak, silhouetted on the surface. He had never seen such a thing in his glorious land. How long have I slumbered? He wondered. He rose from his bed of weed, stretching out muscles which had slept for a long time. Needs and wants entered his head, and the creatures around him responded in turn. The dolphins brought him his cloak of tiger skin hide. Woven into the garment were shells of every type, and bones of many animals. The turtles brought him his helmet, the skull of a great white shark, and his shield a whale’s head. The seahorses dragged over his boots of crocodile skin and his belt of bull kelp. Each piece of his clothing was made from one of his friends who had passed, many tides ago. Finally, his old friend the Octopus brought forth his Trident. It was made of a metal so strong that nothing could break it. Its outside was covered with the rainbow shell of the Paua, his sentient son. It shone like a beacon, picking up even the smallest amount of light down in this deep dark place. It’s three prongs ended in broad, sharp heads. The outside edge of the three prongs was serrated, like Shark’s teeth. Poseidon was an impressive sight. He stood at three metres tall, and his body rippled with the power that a shark might have. He could swim through the ocean, faster than any living thing. Behind him would trail an entourage of his most loyal friends. The dearest to him was his companion the Octopus. He didn’t really have a name, so the Sea God just called him O. O had lived through a billion tides, from the day that the ocean first fell onto the world. They had created everything here, together. Without the Octopus, Poseidon would have faltered and failed a long time ago. He trusted him as if he were his brother. When Poseidon went to sleep, he did so with the knowledge that his true friend would take care of this beautiful place. And, he had every faith that he had. “O, do you know what that is?” He asked the Octopus, pointing towards the floating island. “I do,” he replied. “It is best you see for yourself my Lord. You have slept long, and much and more has changed.” They ascended together, taking their time to accommodate for the drastic pressure changes. The Demigod turned to his brother. “How have you been my friend?” “I have seen my three billionth tide, and yet I feel like I have aged five times that number,” he replied his voice flat and defeated. “O…” Poseidon faltered. “Why didn’t you wake me if something was wrong?” “I tried and tried, but after so long I eventually just gave up,” he sighed. “After awhile I was hoping that you never would.” Those words struck into his heart with the force of a lightning bolt. “You didn’t want me to wake up?” “Please do not misunderstand me,” the Octopus said, his voice not rising in defence. “The damage has been done, and I did not want to see you go through what I did.” Poseidon turned from his friend to look at the object above them. It was the size of an island. It extended for kilometres in either direction and was one thick solid mass. It wasn’t just one colour though, it was a thousand different colours. It was a heaping mass of colour, uneven jagged edges and hanging debris. It was like nothing the Ocean Lord had ever laid his eyes on. “What the hell is this?” They surfaced, rising above the island. Stretching to the horizon was tonnes and tonnes and tonnes of it. It clumped together, stinking of death and decay. He could see many of his children, tangled in its spidery like web. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?” His voice boomed out across the ocean. “It is your brother’s children,” O replied softly. “They did this, and they did much more too.” “WHAT!? There is more of this!???” “This is only one island of many. These stretch out across our oceans, and they grow bigger every day. This is not the worst of it though my friend… the bacteria in the oceans have consumed so much organic matter that has been dumped in our oceans that they have consumed all of the surrounding Oxygen. Nothing can live in these huge oceans, nothing. They are dead zones, and they are everywhere. The humans mine some thick black poison, they drag it across our oceans. Every now and then one sinks, or an underwater pipe bursts and it clings to our water. Once it touches you, it will never go off. Many of my friends I have held as it burns them slowly. We try everything to remove it but they burn, and eventually die from the poison leeching into their bodies.” The ocean began to boil and froth. “These humans have been hunting the ancient ones too,” O informed him. His voice choking with the effort. “The whales!?” “Yes,” O nodded. “These men have been here for the blink of an eye, and yet they think they have the right to take what has been here since the beginning of time. Sometimes they take our great ancient creatures and put them in tanks, so small they cannot even turn around. I sit up every night and think about them, wasting away in those glass prisons.” Waves began to rise up, twenty metres into the air, smashing into one another and covering the pair in sea salt. “The humans are lazy, so they carry everything around in these one-use only bags. The bags never really decompose, but they do break down. They brake down into particles so fine that you cannot even see them. Our cousins swallow litres of the stuff every day. It clogs their gills and eventually they choke to death, unable to get any oxygen.” “AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The ocean erupted, rising a hundred metres into the air. Water began to swirl, typhoons rising from the water to create a swirling tornado of sea water. “Many and more of our sons and daughters have died. Whole families have been extinguished, while those humans prance about on their hard dirt, oblivious to our suffering. I have see fishing boats come with their great big nets. They drag them across our ocean floor, destroying our sentient coral brothers and scooping up men, woman and children. They dredge up billions of tonnes of our brethren every day, and most of them are thrown back dead. They don’t even eat all of them brother! They keep what they want and discard the rest. They are monsters…” “We must call the banners,” Poseidon stated. “This means war.” ------------------------ Word Count 1152 |
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| Fasha | Nov 28 2017, 05:08 AM Post #4 |
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Her lungs burned with the fire of memory. It was the memory for the sweet breath of oxygen that we take for granted every day. It was the memory that you only recalled when you realized what you had lost, and in that moment, that was all you could think about. It was in these moments that Fasha truly understood peace. She sat, cross-legged on the ocean floor. The surface was thirty metres above her, so far away that light was beginning to dim where she sat. A large shark circled her, watching her with his one good eye. They had once been enemies, but it was a simple misunderstanding which they had both apologized for a hundred times over. She was a foreigner, in a place where she didn’t belong. She understood now why the Shark had done what she had done. They did not speak the same language, but they spent so much time together that it almost felt like they were connected. The warrior could feel when the Shark was happy, or hungry or sad, and she liked to think the Shark could feel the same about her. Fasha had taken to calling her La’ei. She wasn’t sure that La’ei would be happy about being named after a one-eyed monster, but she knew that La’ei would be happy she had found a friend. They spent lots of time together. Often Fasha would just sit with her, while the Shark would cruise around. It was nice in those moments, as fleeting and limited as they were. Sometimes they would go exploring, Fasha hanging onto her fin as they roamed the ocean floor. The woman once had the privilege of being mounted on La’ei’s back as she hunted. It was a thrill, one she would never forget. She had circled a large seal, playing in the shallows completely oblivious of the predator lurking almost a kilometre away. When La’ei sensed the seal was unawares it launched, covering the distance in a matter of seconds. Her great jaws opened wide, consuming the seal as she burst through the water with Fasha on her back. She had just enough time to get another breath of air before they plummeted back down to the bottom of the ocean. Master Roshi hadn’t really been sure what she had been up to, but he let her be. Her free time was exactly that, which was something she had been very firm on the first and only time he had asked her. Fasha’s training was rigorous, but it wasn’t her body that needed a rest; it was her mind. It was only through intense exercise, or down here where you had no oxygen that she would get reprieve of the things that haunted her. A hundred men pinned her down every time she closed her eyes, and in her memories, she could never fight back. She was just a little girl, with no parents and no home. Her chest had begun to contract, her body desperately telling her to breathe. She had to ignore this impulse, because her body was wrong. If she breathed now she would die – that was a certainty. It was usually at this point that she decided to ascend. She had grown lazy and usually hitched a ride with La’ei to the surface. She turned to find her aquatic friend; but realized she had gone. It was then that she noticed she was moving from side to side. Great surges of water were dragging her back and forth through the open water. She looked up to see churning white water, very far above. Uh oh. Word Count 604/1761 Total for RP 2376 |
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| Uriel | Nov 30 2017, 06:30 AM Post #5 |
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As the storm raged on, the angel was driven down roughly into the sea. The monsoon increased it's fervor and the celestial and was trying desperately to keep from drowning. He spluttered and spit up water as he flailed about, helplessly against the monstrous surf. Out of nowhere, gigantic wave swelled above the winged man and before he could react, smashed into him. Darkness flooded Uriel, as his eyes slowly closed and he sank to the ocean floor... "He's alive!" a voice said with relief. The angel was lying down with a small crowd of deeply tan skinned people gathered about. He lifted his head up, slightly, about to inquire what happened and where he was but before he speak, the winged man vomited. "Take your time" a sinewy man said. "You almost died." Uriel wiped his mouth as he gingerly sat up. One of the young males offered him a weathered canteen and the angel took it. "Thank you," he said kindly, drinking a large gulp before he attempted to ask his questions. "What happened? The last thing I remember is being in the middle huge typhoon and then I woke here, where ever "here" is." The muscular man helped Uriel to his feet, "He saw the storm on the horizon but thankfully it didn't reach us. One of the fishermen found you washed on the pier. Nobody knows how you made it all this way. Come with me," the weather human motioned towards the angel as he walked away from the beach and the houses. "Wait," Uriel said. "You never told me where we are. And your name." The other man turned and smiled at the celestial. "My name is Lowe and you in the lovely, seaside town of Waral. ---------------------------------------------------------- The demigod's wrath came down like a hammer on the heads of the wicked men. Their islands crumbled in the wake of his vengeance. His loyal stewards had warned him of the vile, devastation that befallen his domain but seeing it for himself was too much. Poseidon witnessed the long nets used to trap his innocent flock and the oil rigs that polluted his seas. Man's selfish pursuits would go unchecked no longer. The tempest subsided momentarily as powerful deity waited, somewhat impatiently for Octopus gather his underwater subjects. "They will pay" he seethed, looking on at the carnage set before him. 394 WC 1,009 TWC |
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| Fasha | Dec 1 2017, 05:21 AM Post #6 |
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The Ocean Lord inspected his forces amassed about him, two hundred metres deep. The darkness cloaked their shadowy forms as they darted and swirled about him. After many years asleep, they had come to pledge their loyalty in a matter of minutes. “My children!” He roared. “Too long have you suffered in my absence! Too long have you been kept in tanks, or caught in nets!” His subjects cheered, their voices singing out through the dense water. “Today marks a very special day,” Poseidon began. “Because today will be the last day that man ever dares to touch our sea!” His creatures darted back and forth, churning the water as they sliced about in excitement. “TODAY WE GO TO WAR!” The ocean erupted as the demons of the depths flew to the surface. A giant, looming shape followed them. It was the size of a passenger aeroplane, as wide as it was long. Its arms were tentacles, its mouth was sharp teeth. It had eyes like burning coals, and a heart as dark as the depths it lived in. On its back sat O, the Octopus, the Sea General. Poseidon sped after them, overtaking all of his elite and rising to the surface to overlook the humans before him. He found it hard to believe that this meagre collection of wooden shacks could have caused the destruction he had seen today, but he must start somewhere. He raised his hands, and a gigantic wave rose up behind him. A million litres of water hung in the air above him, teetering to a white ridge. He brought his hands down, breaking the wave and sending a wall of water down to the town. It struck the beach, bouncing off the sand to spray into the air. The water ran along the ground, destroying houses, flowing through alleyways and sweeping away villagers. The creatures of the deep followed, just behind the water line. Nobody caught in the water survived. Word Count 327/2287 Total RP Count 3296 |
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| Uriel | Dec 1 2017, 08:46 AM Post #7 |
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Uriel hadn't revived home cooked meal in a very long time. Preparing own food was fine and well but even sharing small feast with his dragon friend couldn't touch the delicious vittles and company. The townsfolk had generously treated his head wound and treated him to a veritable cornucopia. Crab legs, grilled shrimp skewers, sauteed scallops, butter biscuits, the food never seemed to end. Uriel smiled as the weathered, muscular, fishermen bellowed their embellished tales. They were all stories that had been told countless times but the large, oak wood filled the room with laughter all the same. While the angel was enjoying himself, he couldn't help but think of that storm that torn had almost drowned him. Uriel didn't mention the odd voice that permeated the sea, and perhaps he should but it could wait until festivities wound down. A burly man burst through the large double doors of the dining room, startling the inhabitants, "Monsoon!" he shouted. "Coming this way! Everyone head for cover!" En mass, the townsfolk rushed to their shelter. It was pretty organized, especially considering the eminent danger. The women collared to children to the underground refuge as the men prepared the iron bracers. This obviously not their first hurricane. "Uriel," the man who had first greeted the angel said. "Come on, it'll be here any minute." The winged man was deep in focus. A number of small power levels and one gigantic one were headed for the vulnerable island. His feathers ruffled unconsciously as assessed the situation. "Go," he stated to the fisherman. "This more than just a storm. You can't help." The human hesitated. "Go," the angel commanded, raising his voice, sternly. The winged man reached in his pouch and pulled out a small bean. Chewing the sensu bean slowly, he watched as the giant tide began to encroach on the shores of Waral. Water sprayed on the man's youthful but stern face. Uriel stared at the looming swell, making no attempt the dodge it. The torrent smashed across his but winged man stood strong. The village flooding but stopped at around four feet deep. There was movement, underneath the surface, veering towards the fisheries. That appeared to be their targets. Uriel saw tentacles, flying the building, causing them to crumple. The winged angel was seething, golden aura beginning to surround him. "This is their livelihood," the angel growled. They were good people and now once again evil was taking advantage of the weak. Uriel took to sky, the wind still fighting against his auburn plumage. "You like storms, eh?" he asked, quietly to himself. His wings glowed gold with energy as he gathered ki. "Bastards!" he screamed at the monsters down below. A handful of small shoal of calamari turned to the voice. They tried to swim away in fear at the angel's lethal attack. Dozens of razor sharp ki blades sliced towards the squids, penetrating through the surface water and the rubbery skins. Uriel headed to finish the kill smashed hard one of the fisherman's houses, demolishing it in the process. "Haven't you destroyed enough of our people?" an angry, yet distressed figure called out to the downed angel. The winged burst from under the rubble with immense power to face the offending voice. It was large, tangerine octopus. It's think legs were dancing and flitting about, clearly agitated. Uriel drew his powerful blade and pointed it at the at mollusk. "Me destroy your people?" the angel launched himself at the other fighter and swung his sword in a tight, horizontal arcs. "You came here, unprovoked and leveled an innocent town."[/color] The squid hardened one of tentacles and deflected the angel's attack. "Innocent?" he scoffed. "Humans have raped and pillaged our beautiful world." He shot out all either, bone enforced appendages at the celestial. "We will cleanse this vile planet with water." Uriel tried to dodge but one of the attacking limbs caught him on the chin and sent him sprawling. He rocketed right back, like a boomerang, spiked hammer and sword draw. He weaved in out, trying to get a hit but giant beast parried every move. "The whole world?" he asked incredulously, as the he swung and stabbed and still hit nothing but bone. "Are you crazy? There are people have tried to protect your environment." "Everyone must be punished," the squid stated. He slipped his guard under the winged man, smacked him in the face. "Those you speak of are complicit." Uriel took a step back, massaging jaw. This was going nowhere and he had to check and see if the townsfolk were still safe. "I'm done playing games with this monster," the angel gritted through his teeth. He vanished in an instant and the mollusk was left trying to find out where the devil with the wings had gone. Uriel high up in troposphere and was silently drawing an enormous of energy for his Tri Beam attack. "Stop!" a loud voice interrupted. 826 WC 1,835 TWC 5,131 TQWC |
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| Fasha | Dec 3 2017, 02:50 AM Post #8 |
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Her first breath was cut short by a seething wave toppling over her head. It drove her back under, the weight of water in her lungs dragging her down. She coughed, her mouth and airway opening, create a channel for sea water to flood in. She choked again as the sea water flooded in again. She could feel it forcing its way through her lips and down her throat. It was cold, but it burned. She burst to the surface, scrabbling for her raft as she went. She hauled herself onto it with all of her strength and retched out all of the acrid salt water in her body. She clung to the raft as the waves hurtled her across the ocean. She would rise into the air, on the back of a behemoth of salt, and come thundering down back into the ocean. Her raft would be forced down, but its buoyancy would cause it to spring back up. She fell off the raft, again and again. Each time desperately scrabbling on, sure she would drown if she didn’t make it. It was like the water was alive, and trying to kill her. I will not die. The ocean fumed about her and all she saw was white as her body snapped backwards and forwards. She kept the feeling of her wooden raft in her hands and held on as hard as she could. The pain in her forearms was excruciating but her mind didn’t feel it, her entire world was the ocean, in all its anger. Hours past and the storm did not abate. It drove on, the walls of water never ceasing to push her up into the air and drive her back under the water. Suddenly she hit something solid and felt the raft slip from her hands. She felt panic rising inside her as she clawed for the surface. She opened her eyes but cold ocean water burnt them closed. Her hands and legs thrashed uselessly about her, churning up the water. She felt her hand break through the surface and she desperately pulled herself up. That breath of air filling up her lungs was one of the sweetest moments of her life. She felt the force of life drive into her body and snap her eyes open. About her lay the remnants of a village, and the screams of drowning men. I know men. No, it wasn’t men that did this. It was something else. The ocean still thrashed about her, but its force was weakened by the ground and buildings around her, so she managed to keep her head above surface. She saw some villagers paddling towards a building, swimming as fast as they could in the strong currents. She moved to help them, but a dark shape got there first. A black and white beast emerged from the water, swallowing the two men up in one large bite before disappearing soundlessly back under water. Whhaaattt the… Something gripped her leg and tugged her roughly underneath the water. She barely had time to fill her lungs again before she was under the surface and being dragged out into the open sea. She looked around to see her friend with his rough grey skin and one dark, menacing eye. “Hey!” She tried to yell, bubbles erupting from her mouth as the water whipped past her. “Let me go!” His teeth were firmly embedded in the bone of her tibia, holding on about as gently as a great shark could. She batted at him with her fists, but the shark swam on. Don’t make me do this… She drew a knife from its sheath and pulled herself up onto the shark’s back. She felt around for the beast’s gills, and hooked her hand through it. She felt her friend writhe beneath her, his body remembering this dance. Still he hung on. She hesitated, he knows I will kill him, but still he hangs on. She waited patient with her hand around his gills, keeping her knife at bay. The shark brought her deep under the ocean to a rocky outcrop. There was a large opening in the top and a complex series of coral hallways. They turned left and right, changing direction so many times Fasha had no idea where she was. They eventually emerged out into a section of calm water and he let her go. She swam to the surface to find herself in a great big cavern. In front of her sat a man with eyes like sapphires. They shone, brighter and more piercing than her own as she approached. He was a tall and strong. He almost looked like a large fish with his large lips and scaled armour. He was camouflaged in weed which flowed about him despite being out of the water. Cautiously the woman approached him, the knife still in her hands. His voice erupted with the force of a breaking wave, “You are lucky.” “Lucky? Interesting use of the word.” “You would already be dead if your friend did not spot you,” he boomed. “So, yes you are lucky.” “It was you who did this to the ocean, to that village?” “No, it was them that did this to my beautiful home. Man,” he spat. “How I despise man. They complain of pests destroying habitats and replicating in their thousands. Hippocrates.” I know men. “I awoke from my slumber to find that millions of my beautiful children had been killed. MILLIONS!” He roared. She stood, dripping in wet and cold silence. “I will not stop until every man, woman and child is dead. They are a pest that needs to be eradicated.” “There are good people in this world,” she replied, her heart beating in her chest. “My friend saved me, and you have spared me. There are people out there that treat the ocean with respect, and many more who live in a blissful ignorance.” “They ignore death and the defilement of this beautiful place! They deserve to die!” Maybe they do… she thought of the tribe of tree men on Filemu and shuddered. Then La’ei’s face filled her mind. Her face was dark and round, her hair straight and long. Her smile broke through her rosy cheeks like a lightning strike. “No.” His laughter boomed throughout the large cavern, echoing off the walls to fill her ears with the sound of his humour. “No? Girl, you cannot tell me what to do.” She gripped the knife tightly in her hand and stared into his cold blue eyes with her own. “My friend saved my life, because he is my friend! There are so many good people in this world, and they need our help.” “Help!? I am not helping these scum.” “If you destroy every human you will have to destroy everything. It will take years to accomplish and many and more of your children will die. They have planes now that can fly faster than you can even see, and bring down fire and death so quick you won’t even know you’re dead.” “They cannot stop me.” “Maybe,” she replied. “But maybe not. If you cut off the head of the serpent, the body will die. Isn’t that so?” “They have a leader?” “Not exactly,” she explained. “The world is run by big companies who make lots of money in sacrifice of the environment or the backs of poorer men. We can take down the fisheries, the factories, the oil lords. If we take these people down, we can send a message. You can attack as many villages as you like, but it isn’t these villagers who fill your home with garbage.” His eyes of the deep blue ocean looked through her soul, and he smiled. Word Count 1293/3382 Total 5217 out of 5750 |
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| Uriel | Dec 3 2017, 07:01 PM Post #9 |
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The giant squid braced for the impact that never came. The the winged angel had ceased his attack, his gold glow fading away. Uriel turned towards the sound of the voice. A massive aquatic creature loomed above the him. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Why have you devastated the peaceful island?" "Peaceful?" the demigod spat the words. "Your people have killed this world without even a thought! Every single one of them is..." his tone and posture calmed visibly. "I detest what this world have become. However, a voice of compromise came a from a young, female. The assured me that there were still people fighting to save all creature." The fish like giant produced a small, little girl. "Fasha!" the angel exclaimed. "You know this human?" asked, his voice matching the the winged man's. "She is a Saiyan," stated, nodding in agreement. "We our pupils of the same teacher. I'm pleasantly surprised the she was the calming voice. I will do my part to protect the Earth but there are are wars and human atrocities that occur every day, every minute. But I will heed your warnings." "They serious," the demigod said, gravely, "but I see the need for defending the Earth on all fronts. I can tell you are a great warrior," stated, pulling a three pronged trident from his swirling wake. "Use this to protect the seas as well as the land." "I greatly appreciate it," Uriel said, accepting it. "But I feel that is weapon deserves to be wielded by the one who saved mankind from your justice." He handed handed the trident to the Saiyan, "As the the sea God directed you, use it wisely and justly. Now with your leave, I am headed to my home. Please recede the floods for the people who saved my life." "You very well, young warrior," Uriel said, with admiration. "I am headed back to Master Roshi's to train a bit a bit before my next mission. I would be honored with if you would join me. Master of the seas," he said, directed his attention back towards the fish God. "Thank you for your mercy." In a golden blur, he blasted off in the sky, already clearing from the storm. 373 WC 2,208 TWC 5,590 TQWC |
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I had way more important things to do then to approve a trivial zolton buy. http://www.alexsdbzrpg.info/page/Uriel | |
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