NationStates Jolt Archive


The Twinned Blade; The Lifesbane Saga

Chronosia
14-04-2005, 02:40
Lifesbane, a ferocious and ancient name, that haunts the minds of all enemies of Chaos; that ornate and terrible weapon that has graced the scabbards of kings and madmen; and drifted, from being a mortal instrument of vengence; to a warp possessed devourer of souls. Yet there was another, of a time, a blade, twinned to the will of Lifesbane, a blade cursed also as destroyer and devourer; the ancient weapons; a black and yet emerald weapon, whose name is not yet known; but was long ago rumored to lie on a world of ice; to be taken only at the price of a mans soul, sanity, and heart...
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Millenia ago....
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The figure strode through the wastes, leading a black army; the roaring of beasts upon the air and the cries of menm about his ears; he felt the snow wet his cold face as he pushed through the deep frost. he heard the roar of rifles and tasted the air, ripe with fear...The blade urged him forth, telling him where his destiny lay; Home called him with sweetened voices, as he paused; mounting the crest of the hill, and raising the accursed weapon.
"Raze it to the ground..."
His whisper, chill as death drifted across the currents of a phantom wind, as his servants obeyed their warlord and fell upon the citadel...
And there was blood. He walked the streets; seeing it stain red the snow clad streets; hearing the screams of children, and the wailing of women; as he made his way to the tower; the winds wailing, the snow beating the walls in fury borne of gods. He raised the weapon, bringing the doors before him down, the Throne Room beckoned with golden glory; as guards charged him, dispelled by the power about him, the crackling aura, as the old king raised his Holy Hammer in defiance of this son of the city. Weapons clashed, purity meeting pain; power forged against the ice and snow, steel hardened to a diamond edge met the vestige of light amongst polar darkness.
He thrust the pulsing weapon through the old mans heart and let him fall, crashing through the window as he turned to survey the empty room; and then the weapon urged him further, forcing its seeping, pulsing blade against his own throat. It hungered, it always hungered; and now there were none left to feed upon; yet he forced it down, letting it sate on his own blood for but a second, as he slammed it into the hard stone floor, as all around them the city burned.
This place would come to rest deep beneath the rock and snow, he knew...But he had a world yet to master; and when the time came; the blade would come to find another to further its ambition; to conquer, to kill and feed; and find its other...

OOC: this is open to any who wish to attempt to find the blade; which, while being a mighty weapon; capable of challenging Lifesbane itself; comes with heavy price. Anyone who finds it, shall find themselves at grevious odds with the Chronosian Imperium. Enjoy ^^
Chronosia
14-04-2005, 03:21
A seer, ancient and blind had come of late to many halls across space, bearing a story of ancient war and broken kingdoms; and how the blade had hungered and brought war, destruction; all to kingdoms of an elder world, of ice and snow and endless tundra. He told of Prince's bold, and Warrior's brave who had sought the weapon for themselves; yet all of them were decieved, for the weapon had grown treacherous and wary of...lesser men. It took a young warrior of the city; barely 18 winters old; to find the ancient weapon, when he promised his soul upon ancient peaks should it be his. And the weapon hungered for such youthful promise, such potential as to be bent to its will...
Here narrow the dead eyes of the Seer; here tighten his lips; as he talks of its immense power; and how he turned it to destroying the pirates who stalked the lands, and ridding the caves of wolves and worgen beings; and yet, the blades hunger grew, and so the young boy, the would be prince, turned it against greater opponents; slaying Warlords in the wastes, till his warriors would swear only allegience to the Lord of the Blade. Years passed, and many of the city feared him dead; till the black armies sallied forth; they shattered the city; and burnt it to the ground; and roamed the land, bowing to their usurper kings will; till all the world was dead, in ashes and subject to the tyrant winds; and then, they one by one fell...Of the boy, of the blade, of that long ago and distant world; no-one knows...And yet the stories still persist, of that awesome weapon.
And with that, the Seer fades again into shadows; and, save memory of his words, it is as though he was never there
CoreWorlds
14-04-2005, 04:21
tag.
Camel Eaters
14-04-2005, 04:46
"So we're talking about a blade with daemon bloodlust in it? Why would we want that? It would consume us all!"

"Our enemies won't realize that. Sides we'll use some random folk and then Cant the Vibration onto them. Watch them consume everything in destructive hellfire and then let their own combined vibration eat them body and soul."

"Well, in that case.................we could probably send a few Bards to find the vibration."

"Perfect."

A vessel shrieked from the skies in a far-away system. Three Bards sat within it letting their blackeyed pilot bring them onto this ice world. They knew the Cants that would keep them alive on this world. Their pilot knew enough to survive....................if luck was in his favor. It was the way of the Maelstrom. They were its servants in this. The gathering of vibrations. Cants were the physicalesque form of the vibrations. Songs crafted by the Bards hid many Cants in one. They spread the Cants to the Maelstrom. To their fellow Bards. And to the masses.

They swooped low and circled again. A man sat in the back. His hair and eyes swept with gray. Muttering to himself slowly in a dead tongue. He was the human diving-rod of rage and violence. He would lead them there.............
The Fedral Union
14-04-2005, 14:33
Mean while on star base 214:
Admiral alexi sat back in the conference room chair swiveling around quietly, reading a padd report on this odd weapon artifact, he wasn’t sure how this roomer popped up but if it was true, the union needed to get to it first. He lifted a metallic glass from the well lighten glass like table, that was a bit glossy, and sipped from it. He exhaled sharply as he put it down making a small clanking noise as the cup was set on the table. He taped a blinking pad on the table, witch made a beep noise when he taped it, patching him over to his secretary.

He said with a deep but brisk voice “please, bring Captain Xavier in, from the USS San Francisco.” The secretary replied in a soft but loud voice “yes sir”

Several moments later, 5ft 10in brown eyed black haired, skinny boy walked in the door sliding open for him as he shuffled in from the hall way then closeting behind him, ( he looks like he was in his 20’s he only weighs about 130 pounds)

he said In a serious buy soft toned voice “ you called me in admiral ?”, the alexi nodded saying with a rich Russian accent, “Captain Xavier, have you gotten a report on this so called artifact weapon?”, Xavier scratched his chin saying, “yes admiral, but aren’t those just rumors?”,

Alexi responded in a more serious tone saying “Captain, we cant take that risk some one is going to heed those roomers and it might as well be us I’m sure several factions are already on there way to try to find this weapon, we cannot risk this falling in to evil or enemy hands, we must find it and take for study, that’s ware you come in I was the USS San Francisco to head up an expedition to find this thing, I hope you are up to the challenge”
Xavier nodded slightly saying “yes I am sir, but you do realize the San Francisco just got out of its shake down cruise” Alexi nodded replying as he took his glass in his hand again to sip “I know but its one of the only Sovereign class Ship available”

Xavier nodded to him also saying “I under stand sir ill get under way As soon as possible”


Several hours later, Captain Xavier rushed out of a lunge accompanied by his chief of engineering and operations officer, they were heading towards the san Francisco witch was ready to get under way, they were talking about the weird artifact

[Over hearing]
Xavier: we have to find the thing, even if it’s a rumor its better for us to try then let it fall in to enemy hands.
CENG: Sir some one you can possibly believe that star fleet would think this is Legit?
Ops: well obviously they have to if there sending us on this mission as the captain said better to be wrong than not to have tried
CENG: well I’ve completed all minor repairs and adjustments to the ships systems we should be ready to go
Xavier: lets not speculate all right lets just look for it and figure this out, CENG that’s good new s I want my ship in tip top shape for combat situations.[over hearing]

They finally made it in to the ship the CENG rushed to his post in main engineering while the captain and ops officer shuffled quickly on to the bridge looking around smiling; the captain walked over and sat down on his chair lean back in the Comfortable leather.
He raised his hand and said “helm take us out to meet with the expedition!”, the eager helmsmen nodded swiveling her chair around taping on her blinking beeping console as people worked on the bridge some what quickly and quietly.

The large gleaming ship rushed out from its moorings, its large saucer and body gleaming in the light as it started to rumble loudly with in the well lighten illuminated star base passing by several other ships as it moved out in to the darkness, the rumble of its impulse engines reverberating through the ship, the San Francisco rumbled over to the 4 other ships in the expedition fleet stopping for a moment.

On the bridge:
Xavier stood up for a moment looking over to helm smiling and saying “set a course for the sectors were going to explore, and engage warp 12!, and tell the fleet we are ready to depart”
Several moments later all 5 ships revved up there warp engines sounds of energy building up could be heard as the nacelles started glowing a bright blue color, finally after several seconds the ships jumped in to warp shrieking across the darkness of space a trail of blue particles fallowing each of them, they were traveling through deep uncharted possible hostile space the captains and crews were extremely tense about the situation .


http://memory-alpha.org/en/images/5/5f/Enterprise-E2379.jpg <---(the firsco )
Chronosia
14-04-2005, 15:07
The dreams came, as dreams often do; mysterious visions of a snow clad world; where the seeping chill is felt, almost realistically by their slumbering minds; through dunes of snow and ice, they come, seeing the great mountain rise upon the horizon, the great tower of frost and endless cold...Beckoning. In the tallest tower, something shimmers, held by boney hands, clasped close to the breast of its former master, who resides still upon his throne.
"Come.." The voice beckons, "Take me, wield me; feel how light I am, despite my bulk; feel how well I serve. Take me as your own, and I shall serve you as my kin do; in battle, and in peace. Run your fingers along the runes, taste my power..."
The crackling wind slams against the walls of the tower, as slowly in this dream you rise through the levels; till you come to your destiny; what you have been drawn here for; the crackling seething weapon held in hands of ice and death....
"Come...Wield me, as you know you must; and I will give you power...Power over worlds and stars. Power eternal, to rend flesh and take souls. I will give you life, and you will feed me...."
The Fedral Union
15-04-2005, 02:49
The fleet rumbled in to a system containing several planets apparently one was an ice world devoid of all life, reports had indicated that there was some thing here. The captain on the san Francisco said “set a course for that planet and scan for ruins get an away team ready” . the helms officer nodded saying ”yes sir1” as she taped the blinking beeping console. The ship moved in to rather orbit scanning the planet.

(ooc posting planet falll tommrow when im not in a rush)
Chronosia
17-04-2005, 03:15
Still greater grew the visions, their complexity multiplying, extrapolating itself from the mere image of the blade; held still atop that icy tower, where even angels fear to tread. Numbers roamed the skies, like great signposts to its location, lightning danced about the icy spires of mountains; shattering aeries ancient and snowcapped; bringing forth whispered runes of space and time and place...
Within those ancient words, were names, locations; the ancient world Nyen'Ra; the ancient and lost kingdoms beneath the ice, would not yet give up their secrets; but their power of old could not be denied; nor could the power of that terrible weapon, that even now, sought to draw others into its thrall..
It had starved too long...
Jangle Jangle Ridge
17-04-2005, 03:29
Certainly, Tarenteor was alarmed to find the seer standing in the dining hall as he strode in. He had hoped he was well enough hidden, he had hoped all of JJR was. But, it seems he was wrong. And yet, considering the things the seer seemed to know, it didn't phase him. This deamonic blade... what kind of deamon... it certainly didn't seem to be one of his kind. No matter what it was, it was an asset, something JJR needed most urgently. It would be found.

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Dream upon dream, every night, slipped into Taren's mind. He understood them, but he couldn't use them. They gave him things useless in his search, but search he did. And searching is what he was doing as the last dream hit him. Nyen'ra, he could find it, it would be on the star maps, and if it wasn't, he knew where it was now. Oh, yes. It was within his grasp.

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The atmosphere swirled, a sickening mottled grey, such as you would expect rotting flesh to look like. It was repulsive, and yet it drew to him. Drew so powerfully... he would have the blade...
Chronosia
17-04-2005, 03:33
And the blade would have him; but a test was required; as the pod tore through the atmosphere, shrouded in mists, the Blade lashed out with all remaining strength, subtlely, but noticably jerking the small craft off course. The weapon howled like the winds that surrounded it, imprisoned in its masters skeletal hands. Soon it would know freedom; the taste of souls and flesh and blood once more; it would gift and it would take...And in the end, it would emerge again victorious. It knew the limitless feasting of its other half; tasted the remenants of souls left by that awe inspiring blade, and yet it lingered here; alone; nameless...It would know man again, and it would become its former glory...
No...It would surpass it.
Chronosia
27-04-2005, 01:11
bump
Chronosia
14-06-2005, 21:22
bump
Mini Miehm
05-07-2005, 03:46
OOC: I'm in.