Derscon
02-12-2004, 03:36
Southern Jungles of Derscon
"What a nice place," one SS officer on vacation said to his friend in the service. The two SS officers -- both colonels -- took a month long vacation to hike in the jungles to get away with the stress of the job. Neither liked to kill non-soldiers, but the rumor was going around that something was going to happen -- something BIG. (OOC: Foreshadowing for anyone? ;))
"A bit humid, though," the other officer replied. Both were once stationed in the jungles as mere lieutenants. Their division was to "pacify" the local tribes. In reality, though, two of the native tribes were completely wiped out. Thankfully, though, they were wounded and did not have to kill any of the natives. Afterwards, they helped the surviving tribe. In return, though, their commander, Major General Wolfgang von Munteuffell, gave them a court martial and imprisoned them in the now defunct concentration camp in the tundra.
"Yes it is. Odd, though, this place gives me chills every time."
"That is probably because the natives used magic on you -- and you froze." The other SS officer smiled.
"True. But Magic? That scares me."
"Indeed," Colonel Heinrich Spaatz responded. "Did you see the drawings in the temple, though?"
"No, I did not," the other officer said. "What were they like?"
"It almost seemed like a sort of map. It was odd."
"A map?" Spaatz asked curiously. "Of?"
"No idea," he said, stepping over a log. "It seemed to lead to a pyramid."
"So?" Heinrich asked, maneuvering around dead vines.
"The drawings seemed to proclaim some sort of......" His voice trailed off as he looked into the clearing. "Holy shit."
"What?" Heinrich asked.
"Remember this place?" When Colonel Heinrich Spaatz turned to look, his face went white, and he dropped his walking stick.
"Checkpoint Charlie."
"Right. You still have some frostbite from this place," he said, turning to his missing pinky finger.
"Well, let us go see these drawings for ourselves." When the two SS officers walked into the villiage, they got a few odd stares. Well, everyone looked at them oddly. The chief walked out with a white person. The White man's eyes lit up, and spoke to the chief exitedly. The chief then smiled and walked towards them.
"I must say, thank you for helping us against your 'SS' as you call them. Your deeds have not been forgotten," the chief said to greet them.
"It was absolutely no problem," Heinrich responded to the chief. "You also speek excellent English." THe chief nodded.
"Thank you."
Heinrich then looked at the white man and raised his eyebrows.
"Doctor Stone!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm studying the culture of these people. This is amazing. These people are the decendents of the Andropovs." The two SS officers stared in wonder.
"Well, it explains the magic."
"Yes," the doctor continued. "In fact, the chief is one of two of the last surviving Pure Blood Andropovs."
"Who is the other?" the other SS officer asked.
"Ivan the Fourth. More commonly known as Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III."
"I thought he was Rekjyavich?!?" Heinrich exclaimed.
"He says that a lot. The nation is mostly Protestant, and if they find out he is pure blood sorcerer, he'd have an uprising on his hands. So what brings you down here?"
"Hiking," Heinrich said. "Also, coincidentally, we were talking about the drawings in the temple." Doctor Stone smiled.
"Ah, the map to the Andropov Temple."
"What the hell is it?"
"No one knows," Stone replied. "Legend has it that before the Romanovs could get a hold of the Andropov treasures, he hid them in a massive pyramid, and no one has ever found it. Only a true Andropov can open the Temple walls." Heinrich had only one thing on his mind, though.
"The Dragon Sword. Could it be here?"
"It absolutely is, should it exist at all. Problem is, you would literally have to go through hell and back to get it."
"What?"
"In the temple, there is a gateway to somewhere not of this world. There, the Dragon Sword is hidden." Heinrich thought for a moment.
"Where can we find this temple?"
"What a nice place," one SS officer on vacation said to his friend in the service. The two SS officers -- both colonels -- took a month long vacation to hike in the jungles to get away with the stress of the job. Neither liked to kill non-soldiers, but the rumor was going around that something was going to happen -- something BIG. (OOC: Foreshadowing for anyone? ;))
"A bit humid, though," the other officer replied. Both were once stationed in the jungles as mere lieutenants. Their division was to "pacify" the local tribes. In reality, though, two of the native tribes were completely wiped out. Thankfully, though, they were wounded and did not have to kill any of the natives. Afterwards, they helped the surviving tribe. In return, though, their commander, Major General Wolfgang von Munteuffell, gave them a court martial and imprisoned them in the now defunct concentration camp in the tundra.
"Yes it is. Odd, though, this place gives me chills every time."
"That is probably because the natives used magic on you -- and you froze." The other SS officer smiled.
"True. But Magic? That scares me."
"Indeed," Colonel Heinrich Spaatz responded. "Did you see the drawings in the temple, though?"
"No, I did not," the other officer said. "What were they like?"
"It almost seemed like a sort of map. It was odd."
"A map?" Spaatz asked curiously. "Of?"
"No idea," he said, stepping over a log. "It seemed to lead to a pyramid."
"So?" Heinrich asked, maneuvering around dead vines.
"The drawings seemed to proclaim some sort of......" His voice trailed off as he looked into the clearing. "Holy shit."
"What?" Heinrich asked.
"Remember this place?" When Colonel Heinrich Spaatz turned to look, his face went white, and he dropped his walking stick.
"Checkpoint Charlie."
"Right. You still have some frostbite from this place," he said, turning to his missing pinky finger.
"Well, let us go see these drawings for ourselves." When the two SS officers walked into the villiage, they got a few odd stares. Well, everyone looked at them oddly. The chief walked out with a white person. The White man's eyes lit up, and spoke to the chief exitedly. The chief then smiled and walked towards them.
"I must say, thank you for helping us against your 'SS' as you call them. Your deeds have not been forgotten," the chief said to greet them.
"It was absolutely no problem," Heinrich responded to the chief. "You also speek excellent English." THe chief nodded.
"Thank you."
Heinrich then looked at the white man and raised his eyebrows.
"Doctor Stone!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm studying the culture of these people. This is amazing. These people are the decendents of the Andropovs." The two SS officers stared in wonder.
"Well, it explains the magic."
"Yes," the doctor continued. "In fact, the chief is one of two of the last surviving Pure Blood Andropovs."
"Who is the other?" the other SS officer asked.
"Ivan the Fourth. More commonly known as Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III."
"I thought he was Rekjyavich?!?" Heinrich exclaimed.
"He says that a lot. The nation is mostly Protestant, and if they find out he is pure blood sorcerer, he'd have an uprising on his hands. So what brings you down here?"
"Hiking," Heinrich said. "Also, coincidentally, we were talking about the drawings in the temple." Doctor Stone smiled.
"Ah, the map to the Andropov Temple."
"What the hell is it?"
"No one knows," Stone replied. "Legend has it that before the Romanovs could get a hold of the Andropov treasures, he hid them in a massive pyramid, and no one has ever found it. Only a true Andropov can open the Temple walls." Heinrich had only one thing on his mind, though.
"The Dragon Sword. Could it be here?"
"It absolutely is, should it exist at all. Problem is, you would literally have to go through hell and back to get it."
"What?"
"In the temple, there is a gateway to somewhere not of this world. There, the Dragon Sword is hidden." Heinrich thought for a moment.
"Where can we find this temple?"