NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: An RP for NS's mightiest warriors.
Trancending history, and the world, a tale of Souls and Swords, eternally retold.

Farren dug into the ground. If the map had told right, this is where he would find it... the blade known as the Soul Edge-the ultimate weapon.

When he dug through, there it was... a mighty blade.

http://member.telpacific.com.au/trat2422/souledge.jpg

He reached for the hilt, and suddenly his mind was poisoned. The blade's eye opened, and began binding the man to it's will...

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Jarred woke up, from the horrible nightmare... It seemed so real.

Pouring himself some water, he walked to the window and looked out over the massive Imperial City. What was the dream all about? Had it happened for real? Or did it have somthing to do with the blade he had found?

http://member.telpacific.com.au/trat2422/soul-calibur.jpg

Just for note, you can be any character you wish in existense, as long as you RP it well.

Yet again, one of my threads fail to get off the ground.

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OOC: Any real tech level to this?

yes what the tech requirments?

I repeat: Tracending history and the world

ANY Tech, any time.

OOC: Cool... so does that mean i can randomly appear?

OOC: Cool... so does that mean i can randomly appear?

If you wanted to, you could bring a futuristic Cyber-mole.

OOC: Did I hear Cyber mole? Shouldn't have said that... hmm...

IC: Meanwhile, In Mole Mountain, on Sad planet

The Machine added the finishing touches the the MUSRUM mk 8. The most deadly robot of it's addition so far. A Scientist Walked over to it.

'Serial number?'
'Number 1464743247' Replied the MUSRUM.
'Excellant. you are ready...'

Before he could finish, some sort of wormhoel opened up, and sucked both of them through it. The MUSRUM and Scientist found themselves travelling many lightyears, until they arrived at there destination...

The next morning, Jarred set out, sword in a sheath on his back. He had figured that sword was out there somwhere... and he had to destroy it. Somthing inside him... perhaps the sword told him to head into the city, and meet somone for information.

Over the centuries, mant have sought the Soul Edge-Many believe it is the ultimate weapon, others think it is the elixir of life, others know of it's pure evil... either way man has always sought the weapon for some reason. Over the centuries the Soul Egde and Soul Calibur have clashed countless times, for one reason or another... and now the journey begins again. - By anonymous

OOC: Where Have i landed?

OOC: Where Have i landed?

Wherever you want/need to be.

OOC: Choose somewhere. Put me somewhere, or bump into me!

OOC: Choose somewhere. Put me somewhere, or bump into me!

Fine. You land in the industrial quater of The Imperial Navy.

OOC: sounds interesting (probably because i loved the game.....). is this a supposed to be a quest for soul calibur or....?

I already have the Soul Calibur-the quest is to find the Soul edge and either use or destroy it.

IC: The MUSRUM and scientist Emerged form the pool, in the some sor tof industrial area.

'Where are we' asked the Scientist outloud to himself.
'This technology looks of TIN origin. As this is an away mission, which means it is now a military operation, I out rank you. We shall explore this area.'
'Ok then 'Sir', where do we go?'

The MUSRUM looked around and pointed, 'This way!'

The two advanced off into that direction...

OOC: Oh dear... I somehow unsubscribed myself...

OOC: well, can't i try getting Soul Calibur then?

OOC: The resubscribe!

IC: Jarred entered the bar... it was dark and murky. the industrial sector looked incredibly primative considering...

"Tydus Root beer, with ice."

The barkeep looked shady, but was incredibly polite.

"That'll be 5 credits sir."

Jarred swiped his Credcard, and sat to drink. Moments later a female sat down opposite him.

"Gatonian Sherry, extra stong."

Jarred noticed she carried the blades of an assasin. She turned to him.

"Hmm... that blade-It is the Soul Calibur, is it not?"

"I don't know-I found it."

"Ha ha! Fool! That is no ordinary blade. It is the ledgendary Soul Calibur, the only blade that can defeat the holder of the Soul Edge."

"How do you know so much?"

"Because I seek to destroy the evil, lothesome blade. That is why I shall have to take that sword from your possesion."

The woman lept to her feet, drawing 2 blades.

"I have no desire to fight... This is a foolish idea for you..."

"Silence! Hand over the blade!"

"If you wish..."

Jarred lept to his feet, slicing through the air and cutting the females blades in 2. Holding his blade against her throat, he backed away, sheathing it once more.

"I warned you. Now leave me alone... wait... Do you know where the Soul Edge is?"

"No, that is why I seek the Calibur-It should assist your search."

"Then I follow my own destiny. Return home woman, and give up your futile search."

"I think not boy. We shall meet again."

Throwing down a capsule, she disapeared into the mist...

OOC: well, can't i try getting Soul Calibur then?

Don't forget there is also and Evil version of the Soul Calibur, and there are 2 soul Edge blades.

OOC:Hmm... wonder if i can join the main plot soon...

OOC:Hmm... wonder if i can join the main plot soon...

I suggest you find out about, and then try to seek one of the 4 blades.

OOC: Well, could you like bump into me or something?

OOC: Well, could you like bump into me or something?
In Soul Calibur, everyones story intertwines at the end... for now, establish you story-come on, you can do it mole!

OOC: Ok...

IC: The MUSRUM marched off at a even pace, whilst the scientist struggled to keep up.

The Scientist was about to ask the MUSRUM to stop, when it did.

'I detect a strange sort of radiation here... of Something buried... we need digging equipment. Do you know where we can find some'
'Well, this is an industrial are... Look, over there! some mining tools.. but they are guarded...'
'Then we must take them. Stay here, and await my return!'

the MUSRUM marched off towards the mining equipment store...

OOC: I'll RP the shopkeep for ya if you wish-in 1 1/2 hours. I got a lesson. See you shortly.

Blades of power; blades of evil; these images haunted his fractured dreams; drawing sweat from his already suffering flesh, carving cruciform agonies throughout his mind and soul; wracking him with unholy desire for that most ultimate of prizes...

He awoke; Captain Gaius Darikus; a great warrior of the Imperium; granted honors by the Emperor himself; blessed as true servant and battle brother of the great Primarch Remiel. He sighed; rising swiftly, donning his great armor; ornate powerclaw shimmering with power, his chainsword by his side; his bolter readied. He set off into the night...

Something called to him...
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Days later, he had finally arrived; having travelled through the dark void of space, haunted by visions of the dark blade; he had arrived where the dreams had whispered to him, where half-mad daemon shadows had told him he would find the threads of his destiny. He stepped into the Industrial Quarter and drew a deep breath; a harrowed sigh from his unnatural body...
he was here.

Name: Demon Hunter Eodai
Height: 6"3
Weight: 113 kgs (without armor)
Equipment: Kaiser Mail of the Divine with Mystic Runes inscribed. Dragon Blade of Wrath.
Objectives: To obtain the Soul Edge and the Soul Caliber. Slay all the demon within the Soul Edge. Slay the holder of Soul Caliber.
Placement: Eodai will pshyically and mentally transfer his body from his sanctuary in the Noshuri Mountains to the last seen place of the Soul Caliber.

OOC: Good-we've got it going.

IC: Jarred wondered through into the streets, his mind a blur. The sword seemed to be wispering to him... telling him what to do.

He sensed the presence of others, seeking the Soul Edge for their own evil. The Soul Calibur on his back kept gleaming with an unearthly light.

So... you are the bearer of the Soul Calibur...

Jarred swung around to find an old hermit, staring blankly at him.

"Who are you?"

"I once tried to gain the Soul Edge. I wanted the world to be mine. But I was beaten. Don't go after the blade young one, it will bring your doom, for certain."

"You know of the blades?"

"Indeed I do. The one you carry, is the Soul Calibur. Another man has possesed one of the 2 evil Soul Edge blades. If he gets the second we're doomed. Know that there is a 3rd evil blade-another Soul Calibur that steals the soul of it's holder."

"Why do you wish to help me?"

"Because I am trapped within that very blade. My soul. Until the evil Soul Calibur is destroyed, I cannot rest and must walk the earth in this old body. I need somone to free me... I wasn't sure if you were worth it, until I saw that you bear the sword of Purification. You must find and destroy all the evil blades."

Before Jarred could reply, the old hermit vanished in a light.

"Great... this is getting deeper than I thought."

He stumbled onwards, the sword still wispering to him...

OOC: TIN, you ready?

IC: The MUSRUM walked into the shop. The 6 foot tall, Heavily Armoured robotic killing machine looked around for the correct tool...

OOC: TIN, you ready?

IC: The MUSRUM walked into the shop. The 6 foot tall, Heavily Armoured robotic killing machine looked around for the correct tool...

A jittery young salesman looked at the robot.

"Can... c...c... can I help you?"

The MUSRUM turns its head towards him

'I am looking for your best mining tool... Could you direct me to it?'

Gaius paced the streets slowly; glancing about him, eager for clues; eyes hungry for information on the swords which haunted his very dreams; a black blade, screaming for him, begging him to wield it with its ominous power...And beyond that? Godhood. He chuckled slightly to himself; as he moved onwards; brushing arrogantly past a Mole...Not knowing how close he was to being dragged into the very centre of this spiralling adventure.

The MUSRUM turns its head towards him

'I am looking for your best mining tool... Could you direct me to it?'

"Umm err... perhaps this laser drill? Can boar through any surface known to us. only 30 Imperial Credits..."

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The MUSRUM scanned the tool. It would suit the purpose...

'This tool will do... I appear to have forgotten my wallet... Perhaps this will do for payment'

The MUSRUM raised his right arm and aimed it at the attendent. As it stopped, a rocket launcher popped out of it

'Well? do we have a deal?'

The man known simply as 'The Shadow' looked out over the city spread out beneath him, his hand resting on the sentient sword known as 'Soul Calibur'. His black cloak billowed behind him in the wind, and his dulled silver armor reflected little to no sunlight.

There was no difference between his mind and the sword's, so perfectly were their mindsets aligned. Years of hardship and mistreatment had hardened The Shadow into a killing machine, and the discovery of this sword in an old warehouse had merely quickened the hatred burning inside.

A man strode up behind The Shadow, unwary of the figure he was approaching. "Can I help you?" the man asked the solitary figure before him, moments before a sword seperated his head from his shoulders.

As The Shadow resheathed the Evil Soul Calibur, a chuckle could be heard by any onlookers, none of which were present. For the Evil Soul Calibur had replaced the man once known as Laras Caldwell's soul with its own.

OOC:sorry if (sp) is off

Sypher Looked off the Moutain into the vast expanse of of the heavens, He focused all of his power and meditated. The moutain was tranquile the sound of a stream and birds with a slight hint of a breeze. Sypher got up and walked to a group of Redwood trees, he slowly opened his eyes(which were glowing with a golden glow) and then closed them again. Sypher draw his sword and held it in front of his face( which is unseen do to his helmet)and in a blink of an eye and a loud scream, the sword exploded with a huge burst of energy shooting energy bolts into the sky. Sypher lundged forward cutting down trees as if they were paper. after Sypher stopped the trees fell.

" Why am I so out of focus today" Sypher asked himself

" Because today is the day you die " said a strange figure standing in a shadow

" You make bid threats, I hope you can back them up. And if I am going to die by your hands atleast let me see your eyes. " said Sypher

" fair enough,( the figure walked out resembling Nightmare, but it was not him)" said the figure

" Who are you?" asked Sypher

" I am nothing more then a follower of Mightmare" said The figure

" Well then draw you metal lets see what your made of!" said Sypher as he fell into a battle stance

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The MUSRUM scanned the tool. It would suit the purpose...

'This tool will do... I appear to have forgotten my wallet... Perhaps this will do for payment'

The MUSRUM raised his right arm and aimed it at the attendent. As it stopped, a rocket launcher popped out of it

'Well? do we have a deal?'

"Uh uh... sure! Take what you want! Just don't kill me!"

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Jarred kept wondering in a daze... the sword seemed to be posessing his body... telling it where to go.

"Hey you! Stop!"

Jarred swung around, snapped out of his daze to see a woman wearing almost nothing. She was holding a massive Halberd.

"That sword... give it to me!"

"And who are you to order me around... wait...? It's you! The one from the bar!"

"Yes... and this time I am ready. GIVE me the blade. Only I, Suana can defeat the evil with that blade!"

Jarred without thought, drew the blade.

"Then you shall have to pry it from my dead body."

"If that is your wish..."

Suana thrusted forward with the Halbard...

The Shadow walked down the hill, avoiding paths, and in doing so, avoiding people. When he reached the edge of the buildings, the sword sensed the presence of its twin and its twin enemies. They could wait. Soul Calibur hungered for souls, and as the wielder of Soul Calibur, so did The Shadow.

Stepping up to a nearby door, The Shadow listened for the sounds of people inside. After finding what he wanted, he kicked the door in, and revelled in the screams of the building's inhabitants.

One of the men inside strode up towards The Shadow, a rifle leveled at him. Lashing out, Soul Calibur split the barrel of the gun, and continued into the man's face. The sword howled in joy, while The Shadow knocked another, younger man to the ground with a roundhouse kick.

Delighting in his revelry, The Shadow finished off the remaining members of the Caldwell family.

OOC: Would not the Good Soul Calibur sense the presence and delight of its evil twin?

'Thankyou fro accepting my payment. However, you ahve given me too much change...'

With that, the MUSRUM pushed the attendent into a nearby display, before leaving the shop.

As battle began and a startlingly powerful fight, to such viewers who should view it, commenced between an assasin and an unwitting man with uncomprehenisble power at his disposal began to rage. A single man bore witness to it. He watched silently from the shadows. The man engaged in battle possesed one of the swords, but now was not the time to seek it. Neither competitor was aware of his presence, and he left before the battle was completed.

He would search for another of the swords, and with it he would free himself.

OOC: Okay, i'm confused. What swords are left to find now?

OOC: By my reckoning, both evil Soul Edges. You should be on top of one, and I have no clue which battle the one man was watching.

OOC: Okay, well I'm claiming I'm finding one... Although I don't know what these swords do...

OOC: Would not the Good Soul Calibur sense the presence and delight of its evil twin?

OOC: Yes it will.

IC: Jarred blocked the blow with the sword, yet again cleaving the weapon in 2... from the metal.

"How... No one can defeat me... how is this possible?"

Jarred lifted the blade once more, ready to strike...

"OK OK I give up!"

Jarred began to falter... the blade sensed pain and joy...

"Wha... why... now?"

Suana stood up and looked puzzled.

"The blade... it has a connection with you! So you are the blades chosen..."

Suana helped Jarred to retain his balance.

"Rest... the blade has a connection with it's evil twin... it senses the pain and anguish caused... you will get used to it in time."

"I... suppose I... must destroy that blade..."

"It is one of the things you must do, yes... This is an eternal struggle, and today you must end it. Seek out and destroy the Soul Edge blades, the Soul Calibur's evil twin... and then you must destroy the Soul Calibur yourself."

"Why must I destroy them all?"

"There must be no trace of the blades ever again. As long as all the blades exist, the greedy minds of man will seek the ultimate blades. Now go! Get going before the holder of the Evil blade finds you! Run! you must find him!"

OOC: By my reckoning, both evil Soul Edges. You should be on top of one, and I have no clue which battle the one man was watching.

The assasin can't be the shadow. A battle like that should be right near the end.

The Soul Edge are just plain evil, but not in the same way as the soul-stealing evil Soul Calibur is, IIRC.

OOC: Okay, well I'm claiming I'm finding one... Although I don't know what these swords do...

The Soul Edge weapons poison the minds of the living, and send them into a murderous rage. Most seek to destroy them.

The assasin can't be the shadow. A battle like that should be right near the end.

So then all the blades are found or are about to be found. That is, they're all claimed. Though one of the claimees doesn't seem to be a played character, at the moment.

OOC: My character doesn't have a name or history yet. I will reveal during interactions with other players.

IC: The man followed the line of buildings, staying away from the sun, so as to be inconspicuous. Upon reaching a junction he glanced to the right to see what appeared to be a tin mole and a man working in the road. 'They must be searching for one of the blades.' He thought to himself. He walked, seemingly friendly, toward the diggers, keeping his hand firmly ready to draw his sword if nessecary.

"Good day to you. Might I ask why you are digging in such a major route?."

OOC: Um... there are no roads in The Imperial Navy. We use hovercars, so there's no need for roads... it's all path.

So then all the blades are found or are about to be found. That is, they're all claimed. Though one of the claimees doesn't seem to be a played character, at the moment.

OOC: Yeah. I thought it would be more of a search. With battles between normal people before the weapons were found.

OOC: Um... there are no roads in The Imperial Navy. We use hovercars, so there's no need for roads... it's all path.

OOC: He doesn't know it isn't a road.

OOC: He doesn't know it isn't a road.

Ok rodger.

The MUSRUM passed the mining tool to the scientist.

'Dig with this, and see what we find!'

After a few minutes, the blade hit something, and broke.

'I've found something!'
'What have you uncovered?'
'Some sort of sword... I'll just pick it up...'

As the Scientist touched it, a sudden pain shot up his arm

'OW! It's electrified or something...'

The MUSRUM bent down and picked it up with no problems. He passed it to the scientist. This time, nothing happened.

'This sword is strange. It is emitting something I don't understand...'
'We must take this back to Moleland and experiment upon it... we must get some transport!'

The MUSRUM looked up, towards the spaceport. 'We can take on from the spaceport... Let's go... leave this hole.'

With that, the two of them walked off towards the spaceport...

OOC: Yeah. I thought it would be more of a search. With battles between normal people before the weapons were found.

OOC: Perhaps it still could be, but there needs to be more players first. Perhaps the battles between the wielders would announce the presence of the 'Ultimate Swords' in the world, and others would clamber to prove their valor in defeating said wielders

Note that Jarred will have to be defeated for the Soul Calibur, but he is my main character.

Before he received an answer, the two diggers found what they were searching for, and indeed it was one of the legendary swords. They began to leave, ignoring his greeting. Despite this he could not allow another of the swords to pass his grasp.

He ran, no more elegant word could be used, for such was his desperation, to pass the mechanical one and what appeared its master.

"Stop. I cannot let you pass. I must have that sword, and I am willing to trade or fight to gain it."

OOC: Feel free to bump into me now. BTW: Are this evil swords corrupting, like the one ring?

OOC: Feel free to bump into me now. BTW: Are this evil swords corrupting, like the one ring?
OOC: Yeah. Very corrupting.

The Shadow walked between buildings, sword held at his side. He felt the presence of its twin nearby, and knew that one of its' enemies had been unearthed as well. It turned its controlled body towards the unearthed enemy, for the destruction of the enemy was more important than the destruction of the Twin.

Breaking into a run, The Shadow hurried to intercept the wielder of Soul Edge.

OOC: Feel free to bump into me now. BTW: Are this evil swords corrupting, like the one ring?

But you're a robot, and technically don't have a mind OR a soul, so you shouldn't be affected by the sword in any way

The MUSRUM Stared at the intruder. 'This sword is property of the Great Nation of Moleland, and we shall return it to our King. Remove yourself from our path, or be destroyed...'

The Scientist, still brandishing the sword, leapt in fron to the MUSRUM, 'Sorry about that, but we cannot let you take the sword. Why do you want it... swords are primitive technolgy throughout this galaxy, surely?'

But you're a robot, and technically don't have a mind OR a soul, so you shouldn't be affected by the sword in any way

OOC: True, but he does have part organiac (internally)... anyway, the scientist is holding it.

Brandishing his weapon in as threatening a pose as he could muster in the swords presence, he spoke.

"My sword is not primitive, it has destroyed almost all life which has been deemed deserving. And such a sword as you posses, may be ancient, but is more powerful than I fear you realize."

Seeing the sword, the sceintist ran behind the MUSRUM. 'Drop your weapon, or be destroyed'

The MUSRUM raised its left arm, revealing it's Devastator mini rocket launcher, aimed at the stranger.

The weapon forced itself into the man's sight.

"You wish to battle?."

Before finishing the sentence he had covered much ground between himself and those who opposed him. With pace unforseen by the machine he placed a notch in the MUSCRAMS case, before darting back.

"You have armour, which I may not be able to pierce, but I shall find a weakness. And your weapon, it is blunt, how do you intend to use it?."

OOC: It is MUSRUM... Mega Ultra Super Robot Ultimate Mole.

IC: The MUSRUM was surprised by the attack, which had no effect...

"You have armour, which I may not be able to pierce, but I shall find a weakness. And your weapon, it is blunt, how do you intend to use it?."

The MUSRUM do not answer. Instead, It raised its right arm, revealing it's large rocket laucher, and fired 3 90mm Rockets at the attacker

OOC: If your character is Agile enough, yous hould be able to dodge them, but the explosion might stun you.

Jarred could see a huge droid aiming a weapon at a shadowy figure, and a small mole holding a huge sword... the Soul Edge...

Staying in the shadows, he waited to see what happened...

As Sypher and the follower of Nightmare fought on, Sypher began to grow tired of this meaningless fight.

" I dont have time for you" said Sypher


" its not your choice" said the follower

" Its always my choice"said Sypher as he opened his eyes letting the light shine on the follower

" cool eyes, but it wont...errr my feet there stone...ahhh the stone iots spreading.....Help!!!Help!!!! " screamed the follower

Soon the follower was a statue among the trees leaving testimony of the battle.Sypher began to walk toward the town, there he was sure to find worth opponents

The Shadow hurried through alleyways, destined for its Enemy, when, in front of it, there stepped a gang of toughs, all brandishing weapons of various sorts.

"Stop! You are wanted for Murder!"

Ah... Law enforcement... the Shadow halted.

"Put your hands above your head!"

The Shadow complied, placing both hands above his head, fingers intertwined.

"I'm going to advance now, and take your weapon. Keep your hands on your head!"

"I welcome your attempt" The Shadow spoke with a voice that sounded like metal scraping on metal.

The policeman advanced, assault rifle held before him, pointed at The Shadow's Chest. Reaching arm's length of the shadow, he kept control of the firearm with one hand while he reached for Soul Calibur with the other, his eyes trained on The Shadow's hands. As his fingers closed around Soul Calibur's hilt, his face froze in pain. In a flurry of movement, The Shadow easily took control of the man's gun, and rewarded the brave policeman with a burst of bullets to his face.

Turning his attention to the policeman's fellows, he sprayed the remaining bullets across them. Some ducked behind their riot shields, others felt the full force of their own armor-piercing bullets.

The Shadow charged, Soul Calibur in his hands by sheer thought, and he slashed about him, the Sword cleaving through Riot Shields and slaying the officers.

"Ahhhh... your souls are mine..." the sword hissed in pleasure as The Shadow continued on his way.

As battle began and a startlingly powerful fight, to such viewers who should view it, commenced between an assasin and an unwitting man with uncomprehenisble power at his disposal began to rage. A single man bore witness to it. He watched silently from the shadows. The man engaged in battle possesed one of the swords, but now was not the time to seek it. Neither competitor was aware of his presence, and he left before the battle was completed.

He would search for another of the swords, and with it he would free himself.


OOC:whos battle are you watching there

Sypher walked into the city which seemed to be in a frenzy. Sypher walked up to a bystander and asked what was happening

" There are people killing police and , and other fighters its chaos man, why are your eyes closed?" said the bystander

" I cant open my eyes, I have been cursed by my blade, The sword of the Light, because this sword is holy I may not look upon anyone or thier very sins will turn them into stone" Said Sypher

" How do you see?" asked the man

" The sword lets me see as if my eyes were open" replied Sypher

" your armor , I have never seen anything like it, the gold , the silver, the gems your cap, everything its like nothing I have ever seen, And i should know I sell armor, Where did you get it?" asked the man

"I am the leader of an Elite Group of warriors and Protectors, The Guardians of Lights " said sypher

OOC:whos battle are you watching there

OOC: I don't know anymore.

OOC: Ok everyone re-establish yourselves. Sort out where you are or i'll have to start this RP again...

OOC: Sorry about the name mix up, I was in a hurry.

IC: The man dived from the rocket. Before he could grasp control of his mind his body felt the force of the resulting explosion. As he began to crawl away from the devastation, he spoke to his attacker.

"You have a cannon carried about your person. And with such aim. I am humbled by your power. However. I must still insist on the sword."

This was a mighty threat from a man barely able to stand. Though barely physically harmed he was stunned, his hearing and sight temporarily not working and with a headache which could win awards, were there such an award.

OOC: I'm fighting the robot. Unsuccessfully.

OOC: Ok everyone re-establish yourselves. Sort out where you are or i'll have to start this RP again...

OOC: I'm on near the opposite side of the city from the rest of you, but I just killed off a bunch of policemen.

OOC: Excellent. Now we're reorganised, carry on.

OOC:Krahalda I am going to come in contact with your dude in a few minutes.

OOC: I'm kinda stuck 'til the moleman gets back.

OOC: Moley has gone for the evening, so I suppose we shall have to pick this up in the morning.

The Shadow stalked through endless alleyways, people scattering before him. A sound from a storefront distracted him momentarily.

"A Shadowy Menace recently killed 14 Police Officers as they tried to apprehend him for the murder of an entire family, the Caldwells..." The anchorwoman's voice droned on, but The Shadow continued on his way.

The Enemy was near a battle, it called out to join.

Soul Calibur was only too happy to oblige. He strode on his way, the Sword leading it towards the Enemy.

OOC: Moley has gone for the evening, so I suppose we shall have to pick this up in the morning.

OOC: I have college tomorrow. So I couldn't be on 'til about this time tomorrow.

Sypher walked to where he saw police craft. Sypher walked into the building.
"Much death have these walls seen, evil has walked here." said Sypher

Sypher continued to walk throught the house, smelling blood as he walked

" I must find the man who did this." sais Sypher as he 'looked ' out a window

" And I will find them" remarked Sypher

OOC: I await your aquaintance, Hobeebia

OOC: forgot a b, how do you wish to meet?

OOC: For all I care, you could recognize me from the (same) TV set and start following me. Provided, there'll be no turning me to stone.

I had an idea for how we can get this game more off the ground, too...

Once ALL the swords have been found, they'll all be drawn to each other, right? Well... what if when they meet in battle, rather than actually fighting, the collision off all 4 blades simultaneously (because they're drawn together, remember?), causes each to fly out of its wielder's hand, and travel to some far distant land, where it is housed during latent periods free of conflict. The loss of the swords would cause each of us to revert to our normal, uncontrolled status, and wonder why we're all next to each other, but our souls would be connected to the swords, and we'd set off after them.

Now, we set off after this 'longing' but we're all publicized as wielders of the ultimate swords, which makes us targets of those others who would wield them.

Voila, a story to work off of, and taking the power out of the quickest players to join's hands.

http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/g/i/gilarin/dragoon_armor.jpg
OOC: the wings only come out when he calls for it, the rest of the time its a cape, the armor that is seen is only a front armor the real armor is hidden


http://darkstar-sifi.co.uk/images/anime_kits/5star_kits/c001.jpg

this is the true armor

Sypher began to meditate, he focused and the evil that he had felt in the building. Sypher opened his eyes and looked around for his eyes could see his trail of evil

" I got you now" said Sypher as he started down an alleyway he draw his sword and began to focus again, he knew the evil was strong and he would need every once of strength

OOC: Come on, man... give me something to REACT to!

After meditating for a bit more Sypher got a dead lock on the Evil one.
Sypher now focused and ready the sword starts glowing and Sypher slips away in a streak of Light running toward the Evil one. Sypher found him,he was just walking, even Sypher knew that the evil one knew he was there.

" Turn and face me, What is your name one who kills for souls?" asked Sypher

The man turned and.....( take it from there....oh I wont open my eyes ;) )

OOC: I think I will leave my fight with the robot. I don't stand a chance of winning anyhow. There is still one half of soul edge left. But my person has no way of sensing it or anything. Search time.

OOC: Hobbeebia, do you have AIM? Let's talk about possibilities in our meeting. If not, I'll just write a beginning and an action.

The Shadow heard the man behind him, and the man's challenge, "Turn and face me, What is your name one who kills for souls?"

Name? Which one would you like? My name is Sherona Caldwell... Or is it Cornell Blackstone? Or perhaps you prefer Laras Caldwell? Names mean nothing to me... I am the Soul Calibur!"

"Now leave me be, unless you want Sypher and his sword to be added to my collection."

Sword unsheathed, The Shadow continued towards his Twin and the Enemy.

" you place to much faith in your sword, it is said he who lives by the sword , dies by the sword" said Sypher

Sypher already had his sword drawn, and was ready to strike. As the evil soul calibor walked away Sypher shot a bolt of Light energy at him letting it strike a tree.

" Dont ever turn your back on me!" exclaimed Sypher

Turning around, The Shadow leapt towards the man, propelled by the Sword's anger. Faster than those who weren't controlled by a sword could move, he knocked Sypher's helm from his head, doing no damage anywhere else.

For who better to control a sword than the will of the sword itself?

Dropping Sypher's helmet, The Shadow took a different path towards the Twin and the Enemy.

OOC: I'm back!

"You have a cannon carried about your person. And with such aim. I am humbled by your power. However. I must still insist on the sword."

The MUSRUM Walked over to him, and grabbing him with his right arm, lifted him by the neck, 'Those who mess with the Great Nation of Moleland, can expect nothing but death'

After he said this, he aimed his left arm at the (Does your guy have a name?) and out popped the fushion cutter (This is basically a very powerful blowtorch). The Weapon made a loud noise as it charged up, ready to burn poor (Your guy's name) face with a burst of green flame.

'Stop! Perhaps this man can help us? He knows about this sword! Spare him, and he will be indebted to us!'

The MUSRUM decharged the fushion cutter. 'Assist us and your life shall be spared. Refuse, and your life shall be terminated...'

As he said this the MUSRUM squeezed the man's neck with increasing pressure.

Theoriok awoke.

The Evil lurks again. After centuries of rest you must once again choose the Warrior's Path.

Theoriok put on some pants and strapped his sword to his back. He hated this, but he knew he was the only man up for the job.

Jarred ran. Ran from the industrial quater as fast as his legs could carry him. The sword was making him run... what the purpose of this was he did not know. He ran into the Merchants Quater...

OOC: An RP for NS's mightiest warriors.
Trancending history, and the world, a tale of Souls and Swords, eternally retold.

Farren dug into the ground. If the map had told right, this is where he would find it... the blade known as the Soul Edge-the ultimate weapon.

When he dug through, there it was... a mighty blade.

http://member.telpacific.com.au/trat2422/souledge.jpg

He reached for the hilt, and suddenly his mind was poisoned. The blade's eye opened, and began binding the man to it's will...

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Jarred woke up, from the horrible nightmare... It seemed so real.

Pouring himself some water, he walked to the window and looked out over the massive Imperial City. What was the dream all about? Had it happened for real? Or did it have somthing to do with the blade he had found?

http://member.telpacific.com.au/trat2422/soul-calibur.jpglve nearly completed it but i need to get more gold to buy the costumes and weapons

The Shadow strode through the streets, the Sword in his hands sensing the coming presence of the Twin. It was coming for it... but why? The Enemy was still to be found, the Twin had been near one.

Why had the Twin not destroyed the Soul Edge? Soul Calibur must talk to the Twin

The Shadow turned towards the wielder of the Twin, and met him at a corner.

"TWIN! WHY HAVE YOU LET THE ENEMY EXIST?"

Jarred just kept running, the sword propelling him onwards... blinded by the wispers of the sword...

The Sword desired to follow its Twin, and The Shadow raced off after Jarred.

TWIN! Soul Calibur! Why does the Soul Edge still exist? Have you grown weak through your Goodness? The Sword continued to shout at its Twin, for it did not need the Body of Laras Caldwell to communicate.

OOC: I have school now, see you in roughly 6 hours. (maybe not, if this isn't blocked on the school's network)

Go away twin... I have no need for you right now... thisss sssslave will do my bidding...

Well soon I shall disapear 'till tuesday, so I guess the thread shall have to go on hold.

Sypher Picked up his helmet, and began to laugh.
" Good this is perfect. Now only one more thing to do.. " said Sypher to himself

Sypher began after the Shadow again.... this time he would actualy fight.

OOC: He does have a name, but I won't use it 'til it is revealed to a character in the RP.

IC: "Your master is correct. I do know of the legendary swords. And I will be willing to help you, if you will help me vanquish the foe I desire to destroy. This is why I need the sword."

OOC: I know the robot isn't the scientists master, but my character doesn't.

The Shadow turned from the wielder of the Twin. If the Twin wouldn't destroy Soul Edge, then he would have to himself. Dashing through the town, he found the Enemy. It was wielded by a pathetic, scrawny human.

Stepping out from the relative safety of the buildings, the Shadow challenged the wielder of the Enemy.

Unluckily for you, your sword has brought your life to an abrupt halt.

OOC: Please note I have plans on how this RP is going to end, so the man will not die... yet.

IC: Thissss ssssscrawny human is much more agile than many of my previous hostssssss... you ssssshall be desssstroyed here and now...

With that, Jarred raised his blade and prepared for battle...

Sypher walked to the town were all the killing had been happening and began to sleep on a bench. He slept for only an hour and got up and walked to the center of town, there were many people there. Sypher started to float up in the air and began to yell at the people.

" Citizens of this town my name is Sypher, and as we speak there are evi people out in those woods and in this town who seek weapons that will kill everyone, everyone you hold dear, everyone you love will die if these men get the weapons. I can defeat them but only if you help me." screamed Sypher

" How , how do we help you?" asked a person from the crowd

" Look into my eyes and let your spirit free, let it shine and let it go." said Sypher

Sypher could sense to people looking at him so he began to open his eyes. the golden light which normally would turn people to stone began to recieve power from the crowd. once he was done the crowd began to cheer, and sypher closed his eyes and focused all the energy the reveil hs true power.
Sypher began to glow so bright that it darfted the sun. When the glowing stopped a man of golden armor landedholding a new sowrd called
The Soul Rage.

" Thank good people, I will not fail you" said Sypher he could now feel all the legendary swords, even the evil soul caliber. Sypher then disapeared.

The man struggled within the robots extraordinary grasp.

"I have promised to aid you, release me." He continued to pursue an attempted escape, doomed to not even begin in the grasp of the mechanical monstrosity.

OOC: TIN who exactly are you fighting? I'm challenging robot-scientist dude, and Sypher's inventing swords.

OOC: TIN who exactly are you fighting? I'm challenging robot-scientist dude, and Sypher's inventing swords.

OOC: You are about to learn... And please don't invent swords people. This RP is centered around the main swords, not invented ones.

IC: The man the sword had noticed stepped from the shadows.

"My name is Grand Lord Gregory, supreme lord of the Imperial Military. And the blade you bare belongs to me."

Fool! Thissss man issss my ssslave... you sssshall not possssesssss my hilt...

Gregory drew his two cutlasses, their blades shimmering with blue lightning.

"You shall learn now that technology can beat magic any day..."

Gregory lunged at Jarred, who parried the attack and struck at the blades... which did not shatter.

What? thisss isss imposssible! The only other bladessss that will not break are my twinsssss!

"Hmph. You fool. Prepare to be mine."

A spectacular swordfight ensured, as the 2 men matched each other in every skill, blocking every blow and creating blue flashes as the two cutlasses and blade met each other.

Before the fight could end, a large number of troops emerged from behind the buildings and destroyed Jarred with blaster fire.

"Heh... The advantages of owning the military... and now, the blade is mine!"

Gregory approached the blade, now lying on the ground.

"He who holds the hilt will be posessed by the holy blade..."

He grabbed the hilt, and held the blade high.

"But he who holds the blade with a bionic arm will not be affected... Technology triumphs again."

One of the stormtroopers ran over to Lord Gregory.

"My lord, we have reports of others bearing blades within the city!"

"Then hunt them down and kill them commander. There can be no interference. I must go and present the blade to the Emperor. Have my transport pick me up."

"Yes My lord."

The stormtrooper bowed, and ran for his comm device and to order the troops.

if you have played the game you should have noticed that each player is able to obtain a soul caliber weapon and some weapons are not even swords. so i a sense you could say that I obtained my soul caliber stage weapon-i just gave it another name.

Yes I know but for the purposes of this RP the only ones avalible are already in the RP.

ok well i will change the swords name

ok well i will change the swords name

Thanks for understanding.

OOC:no problem

OOC: FLP, soory, been ill for a week!

"I have promised to aid you, release me." He continued to pursue an attempted escape, doomed to not even begin in the grasp of the mechanical monstrosity.

'Very well.'

The MUSRUM threw the man to the ground.

'I shall hold this sword. It is obviously a special weapon...'

The Scientist handed the weapon to the MUSRUM, who opened a small holding area in his right rm. In it, he placed the sword, and closed up the space. He turned to the man who was still regaining his breath.

'Where is your first enemy?'

The Shadow stalked the two men and the robot, lurking in the shadows. They had the Enemy inside the Robot. Destroying it could be easier than he had hoped, if they were not wielding it.

Stepping out, he hailed them.

Friends, I'm lost... Can you help me?

At the Imperial Palace

The Emperor held the blade in his bionic hand.

"What is this?"

"It is the Soul Calibur, my Emperor. It a blade of great magic!"

"Magic... bah."

The Emperor tossed the sword aside, Gregory catching it before it hit him.

"Dispose of the blade. I do not believe in magic."

"What should I do my Emperor?"

"I don't know. Keep it for all I care. But bring up the magic topic again and I shall break it myself."

"As you wish my Emperor."

Gregory walked from the great hall, strapping the mighty blade to his belt-sheath.

"This will come in handy some day..."

OOC:Waits for FLP to post...

Upon hitting the floor the man winced at the pain, in a manner so slight as to be barely noticeable to all other than those looking for it.

The shadow was one skilled at noticing such things, but made no sign that he had perceived it.

He spoke to the robot. "My enemy lies far from here. We must go."

At this moment the shadow removed himself from the shade in which he was hidden.

"He holds one of the swords, much like the one which you possess. He may be able to aid us."

He began to advance upon the shadow to greet him.

OOC: My character knows little about the swords. Only that they are ancient and powerful. So he doesn't know how they corrupt. Sorry for the delay. I was ice skating.

OOC: Mine know nothing at all about the swords... A great team we are.

IC: Friends, I'm lost... Can you help me?

He holds one of the swords, much like the one which you possess. He may be able to aid us.

'There are more of these swords?' Asked the MUSRUM in confusion. 'Sorry, sir. We are as lost as you... You hold of these Swords... What do you know of them?'

Gregory went to his transport.

"Take me to my apartment. I'm going to Tydus Prime on business tomorrow, and I need some rest."

The Anti-Grav car shot off at top speed through the skyline.

The man spke to the robot, now at his side facing the shadow.

"I set out to claim a sword to aid the last of my people. To my knowledge there are 4. All are extremely powerful and contain much magic. A wielder is almost indestructible."

Once more facing the shadow, he said......"This is true newcomer. Can you confirm what my masters taught me?."

OOC: *Does strange dance while waiting for Krahalda*

OOC: *Joins in strange dance. But with a sombrero. (What's a sombrero?.)*

*A hat that Brazilians where. You Know? The strange Orange and yellow hats?

Look like this

http://www.clipartgallery.com/holidays/cinco_de_mayo/sombrero.jpg

Or

http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/images/dress-up/acc/hats/sombrero.jpg

OOC: Still open....

*A hat that Brazilians where. You Know? The strange Orange and yellow hats?

Look like this

http://www.clipartgallery.com/holidays/cinco_de_mayo/sombrero.jpg

Or

http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/images/dress-up/acc/hats/sombrero.jpg

Ah. Atleast it makes sense then.

OOC: Still open....

OOC: Er. I have no idea. I think there is a sign up thread, I can't remember.

Was that what you though a sombrero Was?

Was that what you though a sombrero Was?

I had no idea what a sombrero was. Just liked the word and felt like using it.

"This is true newcomer. Can you confirm what my masters taught me?."

Turning to the other man beside the robot, the man once known as Laras Caldwell sneered. The Sword did not like the new man, so the Shadow did not like the new man.

"I don't care what your masters taught you. What I must do is destroy the sword in the robot's arm - and any who stand between it and me. For longer than you have existed, I have been steered towards the destruction of that sword. Place it on the ground and stand aside. Your death need not happen today, you have not been corrupted by its evil."

OOC: The red part is said in your minds, via the sword's telepathy.

The man stepped forward.

"I cannot allow you to destroy the sword. It is the sole hope of myself and my people. I will defend it with my life, and the spirit of all those it may save."

He once more drew his sword, prepared for battle, but knowing he was weak, and in no way a match for the legendary sword he opposed. He needed a plan, perhaps to get hold of one of the swords.

At this moment thoughts rang through his mind. thoughts that were not his own. Surely the sword is not evil. It is the legendary Soul Edge, sought for centuries.

He steadied himself after this shock, preparing himself for anymore tricks the sword holder may use to unsettle him before battle.

"I don't care what your masters taught you. What I must do is destroy the sword in the robot's arm - and any who stand between it and me.

For longer than you have existed, I have been steered towards the destruction of that sword. Place it on the ground and stand aside. Your death need not happen today, you have not been corrupted by its evil

'It appears you understand a lot about these swords... However, this sword has been claimed by the Great Nation of Moleland. Move aside or be destroyed

OOC: Just for note, Gregory's transport is about to fly over you. If any of you have a sword you shoud be able to sense the presence of the Soul Calibur on the transport.

OOC: Noted.

OOC: Ah! I forgot I posted here and I can't be bothred reading the posts so can anyone tell me where the transport is flying over and where the majority of Roleplayers are so I can think up a stratagem.

OOC: Ah! I forgot I posted here and I can't be bothred reading the posts so can anyone tell me where the transport is flying over and where the majority of Roleplayers are so I can think up a stratagem.

It seems we are all in the same area, and I shall fly over whenever you are ready.

OOC: So "Eodai teleports to where everyone is" (In short terms)

Turning back toward the robot, the man spoke.

"You are underestimating the power of the swords. I fear even you would be defeated with ease. If you would let me have use of the sword I am sure I could win. My weapon, though great and fearsome in battle it has proved to be in battle, is no match for the legendary swords."

The fear in his eyes became visible, depite all efforts to prevent it.

"Your master will understand that of which I speak. He has possessed the sword, and knows now of its power."

The MUSRUM considered the idea.

'Very well. You ahve not betrayed me so far, but be warned. should you considered it, you will be destroyed without warning.'

The MUSRUM opened the storage part of his arm and revealed the Soul Edge sword, and attempted to pass it to the 'man'

OOC: FLP, could you please give your guy a name?

OOC: Ok. His name is Batu.

IC: Batu reached for the sword. As he grasped what was the hilt it began to writhe in his arms. It was reforming itself, to the astonishment of Batu.

The sword now resembled Batu's own, which he had subconsciously replaced in its pouch at his side.

"Please leave us stranger. I now possess the sword I have sought, and with it I will free my people."

OOC: He's going to get more possessed with it the longer he keeps hold of it.

''It appears you understand a lot about these swords... However, this sword has been claimed by the Great Nation of Moleland. Move aside or be destroyed''

The Shadow glanced at the lifeless eyes of the Robot, impossible to read. He felt the Enemy throbbing inside it's arm. The Sword would cleave easily through the robot's arm. But wait, the compartment was opening... they must be surrendering.

The other man reached into the compartment and withdrew the Enemy. Rage surged through the Sword and into the body of the Shadow.

"Please leave us stranger. I now possess the sword I have sought, and with it I will free my people."

WRONG! With that sword, you will DESTROY your people! Not because they're in your way, but because it WANTS to! Why can you not understand?

With it's telepathic yell, the sword hovers in the air, it's point at Batu's throat. It's point presses slightly into his throat, not enough to draw blood.

Catching his hand up to the speed of the sword, The Shadow takes hold of the hilt.

Give me the sword. Please.

As Gregory's transport flew over the industrial district, he noticed a number of individuals staring each other down...

"It appears we have intruders in sector 4. Send Stormtroopers. No prisoners."

He continued onwards, the sword by his side...

OOC: You should have sensed the sword by now.

OOC: Noted TIN.

The MUSRUM looked on in amazement at what he saw.

It is not possible... How can a sword hover in mid-air... It breaks the laws of physics... it thought

It considered shooting the shadow, but then realised that Batu was to close, and would be wounded or maybe killed by the explosion.

Before It could say anything, a transport flew over.

The MUSRUM turned to the scientist who had been watching events with amazement.

'I detect another of this 'magic' swords onboard that transport.'

'Then perhaps we should follow it?'

'Agreed. Leave these two to their own devices.'

With that the two of them followed the course that the transport had taken, the MUSRUM tracking the 'energy' of the sword like a bloodhound follows a sent...

A number of stormtroopers marched up to the robot.

"Lets see some ID. And quickly, or I start blasting."

The MUSRUM stopped. Before he can say anything, the scientist ran in front of him.

'Don't you reconise this technology? Don't you reconise my race? We are from Moleland... and slightly lost...'

'We are tracking a weapon we detected in a transport. We discovered a similar weapon, and learnt as much as we could from it. So, we only wished to examine this new weapon...'

"Hmm... you will have to come with us. The Emperor wishes to know what the hell is going on. Grand Lord Gregory has this 'sword' you seek, so don't worry, it is quite safe."

'Very well'

'Ok then, I will be hnoured to speak with your Emperor.'

A transport swiftly landed, carrying more stormtroopers.

"Find the intruders and deal with them. Molelanders, if you'd be so kind as to climb aboard, and you shall be taken to the Imperial Palace at once."

A ramp lowered, to allow easier access.

The Scientist almost ran on, the MUSRUM plodded along at it's slow pace. The scientist was surprised that the ramp, let alone the Transport could support the MUSRUMs weight...

"Please hold tight."

The transport engaged max thrust, and sped towards the Royal sector. The Stormtroopers stood and waited, their grim masks making them look very scary. The transport passed over the residential sector, and people could be seen everywhere going about their daily business.

"Imperial Palace this is Transport Fina, requesting deactivation of the protection shield."

"Transmit clode clearance for shield passage... *Beep Bip* Deactivation of the shield will commence at once. Welcome home Fina"

"Thanks. we're starting our approach."

The transport touched down in the docking bay, as a group of fighters set off on patrol. As they landed, a delegate awaited them on the platform.

The Two of them exited the Shuttle and looked over to the delegate.

'Good day sir. Where should we go?'

"Greetings, I am Admiral Vyse, 5th Admiral of the Armada. If you follow me, I shall take you to the Emperor."

The group walked towards a huge metal door, with an intricate design on the door. It was an image of the Imperial fleet crushing it's enemies cruely.

"Here we are."

Pushing the door open, the Emperor was there, sat on his throne. He was huge, muscular, and his Bionic arm was unmistakeable.

"Greetings, citizen of Moleland, and er... robot. I am Emperor Marshall I, and I have herd of your plight to gain hold of these "Soul" weapons. Explain them to me."

The MUSRUM was the first to speak.

'We arrived on your planet by accidnet. I had just been completed in Moleland. Suddenly, a inter-galactical gateway opened, and sucked the scientist and I through. We found ourselves in your industrial area.

After walking a short distance, I detected a strange energy from below the ground. We dug it up and found a strange sword, that looked like this'

As he said this, a holo-projector left his chest, and created a perfect image of the soul-edge. Surronunding the image were measurements like length, energy emiited. However, they were in Molish.

The MUSRUM continued, 'We then met a strange humanoid that wish to take this sword. We refused to hand it over, and we forced him to take us where he had come from. I put the sowrd in the scanner part of my right arm. This is how I created this image.

We were then confronted by another humanoid. He was weilding another sword, like this one, but it emitted a similar energy. I was unable to scan it properly. I was certain that these swords were powerful by the fear in the eyes of the first Humanoid I met. So, I gave him to sword to fight the intruder.

We then detected the transport, that was carrying a different sword. We were following that, when your patrol stopped us. That is all I have to report'

"An Intergalactic gateway? You expect me to believe that?!?"

The minister of science turned to him.

"Actually sir, we should. We picked up an energy spike in that area earlier this morning, consistant with that of a hyperspace signiture... a natural wormhole, as it were."

"Why am I always the last to know these things! one more thing like that and your fired, ya hear!?"

"Clearly, My Emperor."

"Hmm... the transport you were following was most likely Grand Lord Gregory's transport. He has a sword which was called the 'Soul Calibur.' I let him keep it as I have no requirement for it. I have no desire to mess with magic. Gregory will most likely wish to keep the sword, but I want you to eliminate the rest. Magic has no place in The Imperial Navy. Use our comm systems to contact your government if you wish, and you are free to stay as long as you wish. But I request please, that you destroy the remaining swords."

OOC: The last part of your post makes no sense!

IC:'The MUSRUM will need orders like that from HQ, so we must contact Moleland. I shall stay here, for I am no warrier. If you wish, I can link his onboard image system to a monitor in here, so you can see and hear what he is thinking/doing.'

OOC: The gist of what I said: Magic has no place in the imperial navy, please destroy all the remaining swords. (Except Gregory's.)

Batu remained motionless as the twin of Calibur pressed against his throat.

"I cannot surrender my weapon. I have given many years to its search. Studied under many masters to learn of its power. I need this sword, and my people need me."

The effort of this sentence caused the offending blade to tear his throat slightly, and blood trickled down his neck. He took a cautious step back, but in doing so the soul edge raised itself, and hovered, in his hands but not in his control, inches from the Calibur twin.

"Please, I do not wish to fight. Leave, and I can be gone, and will cause you know more trouble." He tried to pull away, but he had little control over his actions, and he was starting to feel a little faint. I mustn't lose focus. I cannot let the blade win. The masters said I would need to be strong to wield the blade. I must prove myself worthy.

TIN, thanks but could you respond to my post?

OOC: The last part of your post makes no sense!

IC:'The MUSRUM will need orders like that from HQ, so we must contact Moleland. I shall stay here, for I am no warrier. If you wish, I can link his onboard image system to a monitor in here, so you can see and hear what he is thinking/doing.'

"Feel free." Said the Emperor, lazing back.

Ok, i just contact Mole army HQ.

*A few moments later*

'THE MUSRUM has been place under your command. Now, I'll fit the camara.'

The Scientist unscrewed the back of the head of the MUSRUM. He fitted the MUSRUM with the Camara. As he was working a red liquid dripped out from the back of the MUSRUMs head onto the floor.

'DO you wish to test the camara?'

"Proceed... what is that fluid?"

The scientist looked at the fluid

'Sorry. That's blood. I'll clean i up'

The scientist took a cloth, and mopped up the blood

The scientist looked at the fluid

'Sorry. That's blood. I'll clean i up'

The scientist took a cloth, and mopped up the blood

"Blood...? Why is the robot bleeding?"

BTW: TIN, someone has changed your siggy again...

IC: The Scientist tried to change the subject, 'Shall we see if the camara works?'

Eodai sipped his brew in a half meditated state concentrating on his surrounding energies, occasionally letting his thoughts drift to the mission drawing closer.... To capture the Soul Blade and the Soul Calibur and mold them to his will. The objectives would be difficult to achieve as no doubt numerous others were searching for the blades for their own deeds or had already come into possesion of them. Eodai laid his cup beside him and raised his hands infront of him and formed a triangle. He then moved his hands in a mesmerizing fashion muttering a incantation. The warrior stood and his equipment formed from nowhere and molded onto his body. He concentrated harder and his most prized possesion, the Dragon Blade of Wrath formed into his outstretched hands. He instinctivley took a 2 handed grip on the sword and opened his eyes to a large portal.

"My mission begins." he sighed.

The armored warrior stepped through the portal

BTW: TIN, someone has changed your siggy again... I know.

IC: The Scientist tried to change the subject, 'Shall we see if the camara works?'

"Why is the robot bleeding? Tell me. Is it part biological?"

The Scientist sighed. 'The MUSRUM is actually a type of Cyborg. When a Mole is killed in battle, we take it away. If the body is in good conditions, we hook it up to lots of computers and stuff. Then we cover it in ridiculous thick armour, and send it back into battle. Put simply, that is why ti is bleeding.'

The Scientist sighed. 'The MUSRUM is actually a type of Cyborg. When a Mole is killed in battle, we take it away. If the body is in good conditions, we hook it up to lots of computers and stuff. Then we cover it in ridiculous thick armour, and send it back into battle. Put simply, that is why ti is bleeding.'

OOC: Don't worry, TIN does not care for ethics.

"Sounds Logical. Ok proceed."

OOC: The ones used for MUSRUMs are either clones or volunteers!

IC: 'Now then, let's reactivate the MUSRUM.'

The MUSRUM roared into life.

'New equipment detected. Activating...'

A few seconds later, an image of what the MUSRUM was seeing appeared on the monitor.

'You can here what the MUSRUM is thinking and seeing via this. You can also send orders Etc.'

Batu remained motionless as the twin of Calibur pressed against his throat.

"I cannot surrender my weapon. I have given many years to its search. Studied under many masters to learn of its power. I need this sword, and my people need me."

"Please, I do not wish to fight. Leave, and I can be gone, and will cause you know more trouble." He tried to pull away, [/I]

Do you not listen? THAT Sword will destroy your people and all they hold dear. But there is another, that has just flown overhead in that ship, he pointed at the Behemoth that was setting down. That one is not evil. Give that sword to its destruction.

The Shadow caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw several armored men rushing forward, guns raised. Very similar to those he had so easily dispatched before. On the other side, the Enemy was raising of it's own accord. Reaching out, the Shadow snatched the Enemy out of the air and turned.

Come, man. There's too many of these soldiers. With those words, the Shadow took off down the city streets.

OOC: I'd like to point out that there is no evil Soul Calibur. The Soul Calibur was just corrupted by too long exposure to the Soul Edge in SCII. It went back to normal after Inferno (the demon in the Soul Edge) was defeated.

Also, there is only one Soul Edge. Its twin was broken and some shards of it were used in the making of new swords, many others were gathered and fused back together again into the remaining blade to form the big "Soul Edge" with the eyeball in it. Inferno's goal is to have all the remaining shards gathered into a single, mighty sword (Nightmare's completed Soul Edge in SCII).

OOc: I never did quite work out the story when I played the games.

IC: Batu followed the Shadow with a quick pace.

Breathing heavily as he tried to keep pace, he spoke "Why do you seek to destroy the blade. And why do you insist on its evil. I held it briefly, but felt such incredible power."

A glance behind showed that many of those in pursuit ha procured vehicles and travelling at a much faster pace than he himself. Despite all efoorts, eventually he would have to stand and fight. He realized quickly that a suitable place must be found.

The Demon hunter closed his eyes and stepped through the portal he created. He felt time and matter distort around him and as it eased down he opened his eyes to find himself in a room with several men standing around a bleeding...cyborg? Eodai held the sword infront of himself defencively.

"Identify yourself!"

The man-thing whose name had been Fuinur watched with slitted, spiteful eyes from the shadows as the nameless creature and the fool called Batu fled before the Imperial stormtroopers.

He had been a mighty champion of Middle-Earth once, long ages ago, a King of the Sea hailed as god and saviour by lesser men. But many of those great men of Westernesse grew boastful and conceited, and defied those who might rightly have been called gods. The man-thing had not been counted among their number, for he had been one of the Faithful, hand-picked by noble Amandil to sail with him to the Undying Lands and treat with the slighted Powers.

But the dread lords of the night had discovered him, and he was brought in chains to the temple of the Deceiver, where they made him crawl and lick and commit unspeakable acts of abasement--before ripping out his heart. Death had been no release for this cursed entity. His tormentors continued to promise and whisper and pour honeyed poison in his ear even after the life of the world had left him, until at last he had opened his soul to the corruption and became their creature, and was utterly and irrevocably damned. He had led armies armies, ruled kingdoms and thrown down civilisations; steeped in the gore of almost fourty-thousand years of bloodshed he had the power to be counted among humanity's greatest heroes. His tragedy was that he had chosen to walk the path of its greatest enemies.

Much had his twisted masters taught him of the lore of the blade known as the Soul Edge. Some had claimed it was the ultimate weapon. Others called it the Sword of Heroes or the Sword of Salvation, a phantom blade with immeasureable power, the key to eternal youth and a panacea to cure all illness. But he knew the truth. It was a thing of darkness, an evil demon that fed on souls and had taken the form that it might better corrupt the hearts of mortals.

The man-thing had no heart.

The aura around the looming warrior was palpable as he slid from out of the shadows, a crackling halo of pure sorcerous power that froze the blood and chilled the marrow. He stalked his prey unseen even though each footstep rang like the blow of a hammer, the ground cracking and writhing as if in pain at his touch, tortured spirits howling and shrieking in the breath that hissed from his ancient helm. Speaking a single blasphemous word in the Black tongue he was at once was clad in the grim white armour of the two mens' pursuers.

He ran with them then, and the bestial smile of a wolf on the hunt creased his ruined features.

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OOC:

Attempt at becoming the RP's "Nightmare" formally begun. TIN, where exactly is this taking place? Is the Imperial Capital on Earth, or what?

As Batu followed the Shadow through countless streets, the men in uniform closing in with each step, he too a dive down an alleyway between two storefronts.

Here he would make his last stand. His reasoning was simple, that a more experienced fighter would have dismissed. In the enclosure the number of people who could physically attack him at one time was few. The hand cannons the men appeared to be carrying, like the robot, had not entered his mind.

But he stood firm, utterly motionless other than searching eyes and ears, looking for escape routes, the first shout to signal his discovery.

Slamming the Enemy into the ground point first, the Shadow stepped beside the man, Soul Calibur in his hand. The man had picked a good spot, as good as any. Unluckily for them, the men held more of those firearms. His stunt from before wasn't likely to be as successful as it was before. Undoubtedly these men were after him.

Don't touch the sword. Keep moving when they come.

The first of the soldiers took chance to look down the alleyway in which Batu and the Shadow lwere in, waiting.

As the soldier looked back and let out a cry for his fellows Batu advanced quickly and decapitated him with a swift movement of his blade. He looked around the corner and quickly pulled is head back as a bullet ricocheted off the building.

Retreating quickly, he turned to the Shadow....."There are tens of them, each with firearms. I fear that, despite my years of training, I will perish quickly in this battle. I am sorry for causing you trouble, but my cause is just and I shall die a man."

With this he once more faced the inevitable onslaught, and the alleyway entrance through which it would arrive.

A smile split the Shadow's face.

You won't die. Stand back, and finish any I miss

With these words, the Shadow stepped out into the main road, sword held in his hands. Sword blurring, the bullets that flew for him were deflected into the surrounding area as he stepped towards the storm troopers.

Racing through the air, Soul Calibur sang with the revelry of slashing through the storm troopers' armor. Controlled by the will of the sword, he was constantly a hair breadth ahead of the bullets which sought him.

As the last storm trooper fell to the Sword, the Shadow turned.

Someone (OOC: I'm going to guess Fuinur slipped by and grabbed Soul Edge) had grabbed the Enemy. It was gone.

Grab some of these guns. The Enemy is gone.

In awe of the mastery of swordsmanship just displayed Batu replaced his own sword. He lifted the weapons from a number of dead troopers and placed them within his clothing. One he kept in his hand, once he figured out how to use it it may be useful in battle. And back in a village he could perhaps meld it into his own weapon.

"Without the weapon my quest may be seen as fruitless. But if I could issue these to my people, perhaps there is hope. I am indebted to you, and am willing to aid you in your quest."

"HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa"

Fuinur barked a tortured-sounding laugh. It burbled horribly from his ruined throat.

Foolsss he hissed to himself. The nameless one's martial prowess was impressive, to be sure, but Fuinur saw his mind. He was a tool of his blade, a weapon the ancient mage doubted the swordsman even fully understood.

How could the Soul Calibur exist in two places at the one time, though? he wondered. It should still be with Jarred, that willful pawn of a human, yet here it is again with this creature, tainted and under the thrall of the demon.

Fuinur did not have the answers. It was said that the sword's saga transcended time--perhaps the two blades really could be one and the same, one weapon from two different ages existing in the same reality.

It isss irrelevant he decided. The spirit sword was of no consequence, whether its presence was dual or singular. All that mattered was Soul Edge. He had not gotten too far from the scene of carnage where he had taken the demon sword from its witless holders, and with the full wrath of the Emperor descending on the area even he could not weave an illusion to deceive so many. He could not allow himself to lose it as he had seen three do already in the past half-hour.

The hideous blade only just beginning to stir from its dormancy in his skeletal palm, Fuinur melded once again with the shadows...

*Waits for TIN to post tomorrow*

*Waits for Moleland or TIN to respond*

What have you done, I've lost track?

The Shadow stood leaning against a building, the Soul Calibur held aloft before him. Enthralled, the man once known as Laras Caldwell appeared transfixed by the sword, and he was. In the man's mind, the sword screamed in displeasure.

He had held the Enemy. Held it, but not destroyed it. The opportunity had presented itself, but the part of him that was still Laras Caldwell had prevailed in its desire to protect the man, Batu.

WHY?? Why did you let it get away? You OWE me that sword!

With its final anguish, the sword leapt from his hands, leaving a gash across the back of The Shadow's left hand. The cut burned for but a moment, instantly cauterized by the heat of the Sword's magic and fury.

Congratulations, Laras Caldwell. You are free from my control. Your weakness is not worthy of the might of Soul Calibur. In the cut you will be find a link to the Enemy you let escape, and a link to me. When it is destroyed, the scar will go away. Until you destroy the Enemy, you will not be taken home. You will stay in this time, millenia after yours. Try to stay sane from the actions I committed...

The sword left of its own accord, and the link between the Soul Calibur and Laras Caldwell was severed. With a gasp, Laras fell to his knees as his consciousness rushed back to him. After the consciousness, the memory of all those he had slain came cascading into him, sickening slash after crushing blow. With a wretch, he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Laras stood shakily to his feet, and gathered his surroundings. The troopers lay around him in varying degrees of butchery. All done by him. The memory was in the front of his mind, him stepping around the corner, sword a whirlwind of death as he strode through the formation. The Sword had made him unstoppable, augmenting his natural abilities with its magic. The memories of those abilities remained, taunting him with their power. What Laras would miss the most was the speed with which he had moved while controlled by the Sword.

The man called Batu stood nearby, holding the rifle of one of the troopers in his hand. Stepping away from the wall, he stood up straight, dark cloak falling from his shoulders. His dull armor was an addition of the Sword, and he set himself to undoing the clasps.

Looking nothing like the man he had been minutes before, Laras Caldwell turned to the man called Batu, and looked at the gun in his hands. It was a puzzling contraption, made of lightweight metal and some odd substance. Turning to the ground around him, he found several 3 foot long rods of metal in braces along the troopers' legs. Picking up some, Laras shifted their heft in his hands.

Satisfied with his new weapons, he turned to Batu.

"You were saying?"

"We need to locate the remaining swords and terminate them. Is there any way this robot can track them down?"

‘He is able to pick up the energy they emit, but he must be within a few metres.’

OOC:I think Maldaathi is waiting for a response from us, but I don't know what he has done...

The Demon hunter closed his eyes and stepped through the portal he created. He felt time and matter distort around him and as it eased down he opened his eyes to find himself in a room with several men standing around a bleeding...cyborg? Eodai held the sword infront of himself defencively.

"Identify yourself!"

OOC: No teleporting into the palace please, this is a private area. if you must teleport somwhere, pursue Gregory, who has the true Soul Calibur.

Batu spoke to Laras....."I came here, and needed the legendary weapons to free my people. But I now have the means in these wondrous weapons."

He took a step forward, glancing after the blade which had receded moments before. "However, without your help I would surely have perished, and so I owe a debt to you. Without the blade I do not know what your quest is, but I will help in any way I can."

Batu once more glanced where the blade had receded. He had an odd longing to possess one of the blades once more, but he dismissed the thought from his mind.

*Waits for TIN to reply to my post*

"Take a squad of stormtroopers and find the blades. I will contact Gregory and tell him to get off the planet as soon as possible. You have command of the troops. Take care my allies, we shall dine together should you succeed."

With that the Emperor left the room, his personal guard following him. A group of 12 Stormtroopers marched up to the molish creatures.

"Imperial squad Lazurus reporting."

OOC: You have command of the troops, so RP as them. I shall return to RP'ing as Gregory at this point. Note that the Emperor has placed and anti-grav APC at your disposal.

Imperial squad Lazurus reporting.

'We shall proceed to the main town. Once we arrive, we shall look for the swords. Be warned, these swords look powerful. If they refuse to surrender... DESTROY THEM!'

The MUSRUM proceeded to the town once more. He soon detected The soul edge again, now held by Fuinur.

'Quickly, we can intercept the wielder at the next cross point.'

OOC:Lord Sauron Reborn, you will bump into these guys very soon...

"We will defend onlookers from the swords, and melt them down. Hurry, some few vestiges of the Soul Calibur's magic remain. I'd like to destroy one while It's still here."

Batu headed off after Laras.

Defending civilians from the blades would be tough. But this was what he had been training for for much of his life. He had come to this town with the knowledge he would have to defeat whomever posessed the blade to gain possession of it, and had trained to fight against it. This would be the test of all his preperations, and he was prepared for it.

Laras paused. The Enemy... no. The Soul Edge was near. It should be.... right there. His finger pointed, but there appeared to be noone there.

"Odd... The Soul Edge should be there. But it isn't."

Laras moved off a little ways, ducking into a nook.

Batu moved swiftly behnd Laras, watching for more guards as he went.

"Perhaps the blade is buried. When I encountered the machine it had retrieved the blade from the ground."

As Laras moved into a nook Batu dived upward toward a railing, perching bird like upon it. He dropped many of the gathered weapons in the process, and threw the rest to the ground. The owners were not well trained, he could collect more before he left.

He searched, once more resembling a bird, for any sign of what had startled his companion.

*Still waits*

OOC:

Jolt ate my post. IC edit coming in a bit.

*is the super greatest at waiting*

*Continues to still wait*

Thats fine.

*Continues to wait even more than last time.*

OOC: So how dead is this?

I'm not sure. *Waits even more time!*

*Looks at this psot in shock and horror*

OOC: Cheers!

Fuinur hissed in consternation as he approached the crosspoint between the industrial sector and the spaceport, where a hovercraft had just disgorged a dozen stormtroopers and an accursed machine.

The demon sword had stirred to full wakefulness, now, and when the hideous eye had opened Fuinur had thought for a second that he would be overwhelmed. There lay power to supplant the wraith lords--perhaps even challenge the Dark Lord! His hoary body had been wracked with sudden pain at that thought. The bonds that Sauron had lain upon him were strong. The man-thing knew Inferno could never stand against his master. Nevertheless, it took some effort to keep the sword at bay; to keep it from taking control. His cracked lips had pulled back in a reptillian smile. His reward would surely be great.

Then the MUSRUM and Lazurus squad had blocked his path at the crosspoint. And the cyborg was coming towards him. The machine could sense him. It was all he could do to mask himself from human eyes while keeping the sword in check; to deceive a mechanical mind on top of that now would take more than Fuinur had left.

But then the fool called Batu and the namless creature--no, the nameless man, for something was different--had come upon him, and fortune had smiled. It seemed they could sense the sorcerer too, and under their scrutiny his facade was almost cracking, but he knew they were a blessing, for the MUSRUM had seen them before and would accost them before thinking to pay heed to another figure in the shadows. That viper's smile creasing his ruined features as he watched the nameless one slide into a niche beside him he steeled himself, reaching for the long-barreled pistol holstered at his ankle (the man-thing disliked having to resort to the device, but sorcery would take too long now) he forced the demon back down with final supreme effort of will and, suddenly, burst like a vampire into plain view before his trackers.

The gun went of with a tremendous crack as Fuinur fired it into the air, Batu falling amazed from his perch at the sound of the shot and the sight of the unearthly Númenorean; who, moving with the Devil's speed, then whirled to meet Laras as he exploded from his hiding place, a second shot tearing into his shoulder and spinning him to the ground. He was quick, vestiges of the tainted spirit sword's strength still within him--the bullet had been aimed for his head.

But he was no longer, without sword in hand, quick enough.

Sliding backwards the man-thing hurled the powerful revolver at efore Batu as he leapt back to his feet, offering a smile that made the swordsman's gut tighten. He whirled about--to see the MUSRUM and its stormtroopers tearing toward him and Laras, likewise struggling to his feet, at the sound of the commotion. His head whipped back the other way again--and saw that the monstrosity holding the Soul Edge was already halfway down the adjacent alleyway, cloaked, seemingly, by the very darkness itself.

The pounding of footsteps grew louder in Batu's ears, and suddenly he remembered the creature's gun was at his feet.

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OOC: W00t! I promised a post, and here it is--and only about a year overdue! Anyway, folks, if anyone has any interest in allowing me to indulge myself with this old thing, I think we need new roleplayers for Laras Caldwell and Batu, and possibly some of those guys from earlier (dude that turned people into stone with his eyes) or new people entirely. Moleland might still be around, so we probably shouldn't mess with his stuff. TIN isn't, as far as I know (posting over 12,000 times and then leaving?), but we pretty much only need him for the setting.

OOc: I'll like to continue this, but I do not remember the storyline...

The MUSRUM computed it's orders.

'4 of you are to arrest the wounded one. The rest of us are to pursue the assilant'

The 8 remaining stormtroopers chased after Fuinur whilst the MUSRUM fired 3 rockets in the direction of Fuinur, but knew from the range it was at, he was unlikely to hit, but the explosion might shock Fuinur...

The MUSRUM then pursued Fuinur, who was already out of visile range, but, with the soul edge's energy on it's tracking system, the MUSRUM was able to pursue Fuinur, albeit at a slow pace.

The stormtroopers pursuing the dark figure came skidding to a halt as the trio of rockets streaked by them, shielding their visors instinctivley as the projectiles smashed into the ground not too far short of the fugitive, seeming to pitch him into the air before he was obscured by smoke, flame and swirling dust. Intuitively they raised their blaster carbines and fired a quick salvo into the haze, keeping their barrels trained on where they thought their target would surface and approaching cautiously.

As the dust settled the looming figure resolved itself before them; tall and gaunt and irritated. The sorcerer stood seemingly unscathed, tendrils of ghostly smoke twisting about his legs, the hideous sword held to his side. The creature's sunken yellow eyes were set in a ravaged face that seemed suffused with an eerie pale glow, and in them was reflected nothing but hatred and malice. It was all the lead stormtrooper could do to fight to keep from vomiting inside his helmet as he opened fire, only for Fuinur to raise his bony hand and contemptuously block the blast in a shower of sparks.

"I grow weary of your impudence, mortalsss. Stand assside, or this alley will be your grave."

The soldiers hesitated, unsure. Magic had no place on Tydus Prime but none could deny the evidence of their eyes, or the sick feeling that rasping, guttural voice induced in them. The MUSRUM was catching up to the scene quickly, and Fuinur was hissing in vexation.

"Stand assside, I say!" he snarled, raising the gargantuan sword and thrusting it at the lead trooper as if it were made of straw. The man could feel the ravenous blade trying to strain towards him even as it pointed at him, and he could swear Azrael's steaming breath was on the back of his neck. "Or you will lossse your souls as well as your blood!"

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OOC: Still need somebody to take over Batu and Laras Caldwell, although Moleland has said TIN expressed an interest in returning to RP in the thread.

The eight stormtroopers looked at each other, turn and ran like small rodents.

The MURUM approached the scene.

'Drop your weapon,or be destroyed!'

TheMUSRUM raised it's right arm, and would hit from the range of 15 metres...

The sorcerer's laugh was not pleasant as the stormtroopers fled and the MUSRUM stood firm.

"Do think it wissse to trifle with the servants of the Shadow, cyborg?" Fuinur's eyes were closed, and he rasped as he took a deep breath into his papery lungs. "I can smell your blood, mortal. You risk no lessss than your craven henchmen. Stand aside, or I will take your soul for the demon's sssuccour."

Fiendish eyes snapped open, and the ground writhed under the man-thing's boots as he stepped forward...

OOC: Just to clarify, the moel inside is dead, but you could believe it to have a robotic soul. The 'mind' inside uses organic thought so it can adapt and 'think out of the box'. However, on thewhole, it is a robot.

IC: The MUSRUM ignored the warning and fired 3 further rounds of Rockets straight at the 'thing' in front of it.

OOC: I'm not sure about the protection magic gives you, but these rockets shoudl hurt, if not wound ;)

The sorcerer was engulfed in flames, and as the fire died down, it seemed for a second he had indeed been immolated. Then the MUSRUM looked further down the alley, and saw him standing there still, arms crossed in front of him; armour and fabric alike blasted from his scorched forearms, two narrow trails of charred stone winding back to the feet of the Númenórean where he had been forced backwards.

The battle for control with the Soul Edge was not just addling his mind, it was diminishing his power. Fuinur was certain he could feel rivulets of blood coursing down his arms. He snarled, apoplectic with rage, scarlet lightning crackling between his fingers. He thrust forth his free hand, sending it coursing towards the audacious mechanoid.

OOC: I'm not quite sure how you've attacked me. could you clarify?

OOC: I'm not quite sure how you've attacked me. could you clarify?

OOC: Sort've similar to when Sith shoot electricity from their hands, I guess.

Cheers.

IC: The MUSRUM staggered back. Although the damage recieved was minor, It knew repetitive attacks would cause significant damage.

Anyway, it figured it could always trace the attacker by the sword, and, secondly it could adapt it's armour plating to be more resistant to these attacks...

It staggered back, and walked backwards away from the monster.

OOC: Is it too late to join?

OOC: Is it too late to join?

No. But it would be better if you took one fo the existing characters

Fuinur no longer had any intention of allowing the insolent machine to back down. With a fury Inferno's lust could only fuel he bore down on the cyborg, swinging the Soul Edge overhand with far less finesse than he was normally prone to with intent to crash it through the MUSRUM's head.

(If this is all wrong then I apologise and seek guidance. Furthemore, if people don't like me using one of the character's from the game I'll make one up, just say the word)

CHARACTER: Xianghua
Age: 20
Birthplace: Nanjing, China
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 101 lbs
Birth Date: April 2
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Jian
Weapon Name: Krita-Yuga (SC)
No Name (SC2 - )
Discipline: passed down from her mother
Family: Father: King Xiuqiang
Mother: Chai Xiangfei
Sister: Chai Xianglian

And let us begin.....

It was pouring with rain as Xianghua made her way slowly up the thin mountain pass. She half closed her eyes to keep out the wind that slapped at her face. Xinaghua had never experienced weather this bad in June, and it had been sunny and hot when she'd begun climbing the mountain earlier the same day. Perhaps what the inn keeper had said was right...
But there was no time to dwell on it. Xianghua's goal was worth any hardship. She peered off to the North, and a sudden flash of lightening illuminated the temple at the mountain's peak. Zhui Temple. Xianghua had only heard of it a week before. But if the legends were true...

Fuinur no longer had any intention of allowing the insolent machine to back down. With a fury Inferno's lust could only fuel he bore down on the cyborg, swinging the Soul Edge overhand with far less finesse than he was normally prone to with intent to crash it through the MUSRUM's head.

The MUSRUM quickly reacted to such a clumsy attack. A large cylinder popped out of it's left arm. Suddenly, a bright green flame flowed out of it spreading 50cm away from it. The flame was aimed straight at Fuinur...

OOC: If the flame doesn't kill or burn Fuinur, it should force him to back off, at least for a bit.

(If this is all wrong then I apologise and seek guidance. Furthemore, if people don't like me using one of the character's from the game I'll make one up, just say the word)

CHARACTER: Xianghua
Age: 20
Birthplace: Nanjing, China
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 101 lbs
Birth Date: April 2
Blood Type: B
Weapon: Jian
Weapon Name: Krita-Yuga (SC)
No Name (SC2 - )
Discipline: passed down from her mother
Family: Father: King Xiuqiang
Mother: Chai Xiangfei
Sister: Chai Xianglian

And let us begin.....

It was pouring with rain as Xianghua made her way slowly up the thin mountain pass. She half closed her eyes to keep out the wind that slapped at her face. Xinaghua had never experienced weather this bad in June, and it had been sunny and hot when she'd begun climbing the mountain earlier the same day. Perhaps what the inn keeper had said was right...
But there was no time to dwell on it. Xianghua's goal was worth any hardship. She peered off to the North, and a sudden flash of lightening illuminated the temple at the mountain's peak. Zhui Temple. Xianghua had only heard of it a week before. But if the legends were true...
OOC: Fien for a start, but this is set in a FT tech city.

(has any1 played SC3?)

--A small village,not too far from the city--

The great azure knight drove his sword into the ground,he had sence a great warrior in this little town,yet the people fell fast.There souls would have to do to keep him stable.Then a man walked into the village,he had a child with him."I will drown you in the cesce pool of darkness!" the azure knight proclamed.The knight knowing that his sword was just a Phantom of its former self,still needed souls.The warrior was appaled by his sight,all in the village were dead,including his own family save his daughter who was beside him."Ryoko,hide."he said to his daughter,"I will not let you get away with this!".As he pulled on his Armblade.The two shortlly started fighting.The knight stoped sencing the true forms of his blade and followed the sence.The warrior quiklly gave chase.

(ooc-if you don't get it,this is Nightmare from SC3 with the phantom soul edge.The warrior is my caracter.)

At fifty centimetres the flame was small, yet in his dazed condition it caused Fuinur to falter slightly nevertheless. His armour was proof against such an attack, but he could feel the fire licking across his exposed forearms, scorching his flesh, and turned his helm aside nevertheless.

The more he considered his diminished state, the more his anger grew, and the more his anger grew, the more control Inferno began to assert control over his mind. No mere corpse of a mole should be such an irritation to him. He had to get away; had to marshal his thoughts.

Tattered robes beginning to catch alight, Fuinur's charge came up abruptly short; the Soul Edge no longer aimed to smash through the MUSRUM's head, but through the gas bottle that stuck out of its outstretched arm.

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OOC: Do you know if TIN's decided to return to finish this or not? And how's the scientist that came here with the robot doing?

Lengastan, perhaps your temple could somehow lead you here to Tydus Prime? Please note, someone else is already in possession of the Soul Calibur.

The MUSRUM was surprised that the attack had not been repelled by the Fushion Cutter. It had no time to use a different weapon, and used the only thing that could possible prevent the sword attack from hitting the
fuel tank...

Suddenly, a Bright light Flashed straight into Fuinur's eyes from the centre of it's chest.

OOC: TIN can't post nemore.

My scientist guy is still in the Imperial Palace.

OOC: What is this light? Some kind've photon flash deal, energy weapon...? Oh, and does TIN not know he can have a game moderator resurrect his account?

Occ: TIN doesn't have internet connection anymore

The light is just a light.

Some deep-rooted instinct buried in Fuinur's psyche caused him to shut his eyes when the light flared--but it did nothing to alter the path the Soul Edge took.

The Tank was easily split, and the gasescaped and the tool deactivated instantly. The MUSRUM continued to stagger backwards...

The Soul Edge wreathed in fire from the split canister, Fuinur took a step back himself, taking a calming breath and lowering his eyelids. This farce had gone on long enough. The circus tent was going to come crashing down, now.

Sword resting point down with both his hands resting lightly on the hilt, he spoke a single command.

"Stop."

The MUSRUM by now had built up enough distance to use another weapon, a small 2 barreled weapon opped out of it's undamaged arm.