NationStates Jolt Archive

In the heart of a world divided by technology and magic, there is the arena. The arena is for practicing any fighting arts. Be it magic, or technological fighting arts, you can learn it here. The arena is divided into four sections. Section Number I: The arena, it is almost two miles wide and a mile across. This is where the actual fighting takes place. Once every year there is a huge tournament when some of the best fighters from all the worlds, planes, dimensions and universes gather at the arena to fight, one-on-one. Section Number II: This houses the neautral spot, where robots carefully constructed of magic guard the hallyways. There is no fighting allowed. Section Number III: This houses the technological people, where much research and development is done. Most note able is the Genetics Labratory and the Construction Facility is housed here. Section Number IV: This section houses all magic using people. Many spells and ways of forging and construction are done here. Understandably, there is much tension between the two sections. The arena is led by two brothers (Who I will be playing as) who originally constructed the arena as a place to learn the fighting arts. Each brother is skilled in both Magic and Technology, and are arugueably the most powerful two people there. The neutral section houses most of the bars, cantinas and libraries. Also, any other activities, not related to either technology or magic are done there. For example, a wedding.

OOC: I thought that as a contrast to these things about Magic, I could make a fighting one. So, anyone is free to join. The technological sections is from the invention of gunpowder on, and magic is anything else besides what is not mentioned.

Erm...How technological can we get?

And I'm pretty interested in this.

Come on, doesn't this interest anyone?

Erm...How technological can we get?

And I'm pretty interested in this.

Technological up to the point of pre-make my person into a god-technology. And you can't call a massive orbital bombardment. I'll define it more later. I have to go to bed.

So, I can use this to test my new stuff against other people? (Even if it's PMT supertanks?)

The Perfect testing grounds for the fifth Technology. I'll make an Ic post later, after I finish developing The Demon of Elru.

Ah. I've got the perfect charachter, then.

IC post coming up.

You could develop and practice the tank here, but no vehicles in the tournament.

IC:Artemis glacned over at the clock to his right. Any minute now, Artemis would have free time to orginize the Arena Tournament. Right now he was the Principle of the School of Technology. The bell rang an Artemis quickl ran out the door into the teleporter. The pre-tournament festivities were about to start...

If that's the case... maybe you could have a heavy Battle Tank tournament?

Well, I guess I could add a vehicle tournament, but the Tournament is for one-on-one fights. Your character can challange anyone besides the Brothers. Trust me, they are better than your character. And, Ravea, you were in the Death Game RP weren't you?

If that's the case, we enter Agent 001.

OOC: The Demon of Elru comes along a bit later than where my nation is really at, but that's alright, he'll still work. He's not really a Demon, that's just his name.

IC: Possibly the first person to arrive, was a man, known as the Demon of Elru. He came, in what was known to Ri-ans, as a Gear. He decended from the Sky in it, as though he was falling at great speeds, yet it stopped and hovered a foot from the ground, and stood there. The Gear was Red, and in three sections on the back, a pair of Energy wings flared out, to make six wings in three sets of two. They were not big, nor did they look like any sort of familier wing, and looked a bit more like energy emissions. It had no weapons, and very good armor.

In a column of rainbow colored light, The demon of Elru appeared on the Grounds. Great red curls of Energy rose from his body. His hair was both Black, and white, and looking at it, one got the impression that it should be red, but it wasn't. It was a little past shoulder length, and was very thick. He wore Black Leater, with Red seams, had one eye Colored Black, some say it was as Black as his heart. The other, was Red, as red as the Energy coming from his body. His muscles were not thicker than normal, in fact, they were quite normal, and simply made his arms seem thick. His skin was white, and his lips were pinkish red, and curled in a sinister smile.

It was obvious this person had very little regard for such things as life, innocence, non-combatants, and other similar things. not much was known about him, but it was rumored in his homeland, that he had single handedly destroyed the great city of Elru, thus the only name he was known by, The Demon of Elru.

ok.... Soory for keeping my posts short, my computer won't let me log on fo rmore than fifteen minutes or so.

Hey, someone needs to post. Also, a problem I've been seeing for w while now. When the thread dissapears from the first or second thread listing page, nobody posts. However, scroll to the NationStates sign at the top of the page. Just under that sign is a number of buttons. Click it. Put in your search perameters and then your countries name (note: this only works when you have posted in the thread.) and click search. Then, look through the pages for the thread.

Hey, someone needs to post. Also, a problem I've been seeing for w while now. When the thread dissapears from the first or second thread listing page, nobody posts. However, scroll to the NationStates sign at the top of the page. Just under that sign is a number of buttons. Click it. Put in your search perameters and then your countries name (note: this only works when you have posted in the thread.) and click search. Then, look through the pages for the thread.
OOC: if you re examine my previous post, you'll find I did post ICly

IC:

The Demon of Elru looked around with a sneer.

"Seems like people heard I was coming and ran. Cowards. They must not be strong." He said.

Matthew Crowley stepped out of his small fighter craft after he had landed at the arena. He looked around. He saw no one that would pose a threat for now and proceeded to the main desk with his equipment. "I would like to check in," He said.

In his bags were his many weapons and appliances. He had with him a Viper R-9 pistol (lent to him by the Admiral), an AK-105 with a camera attachment, and his Combustion Crossbow. Also he had two proto-types with him, the T-09 boots and the MC-17 glove. The T-09 boots were magneticly charged boots that allowed the user to 'float' a few feet off the ground. The MC-17 glove wasalso magneticly charged. It was used to attract metal objects, tear them apart, and launch them in small fragments. Also he carried a few frags and flashbangs.

Crowley himself was not usual, neither in appearence nor in personality. He had a scar down the right side of his neck. He wore clothing that would be extremely loose even on a person who lifted weights for a living. He was a man who seemed young and old at the same time. He was only twenty two but his maturity level was astounding. He let loose his anger on the punching bag and practicd targets on the firing range back at the Kremlit Bunker.

Two men rode horses into the stables of the arena. One of the horses was large and blood red, the other was small and a pallid green. The men riding the horses wore light armour that matched the color of their horses. The man in red dismounted and approached the other man. "Sire," he said as he helped the other man dismount. Thet both looked no older than thirty-five and yet they had a sense of timelessness about them. The man in red seemed to have anger follow hime while the green man had just a dark, sickly air surrounding him.

They found a place to check in. The man in red told the person, "We are here to find lodgings. I am War. This is Azrael, my master."

A craft that looked like a meteor was spotted hurtling at the arena.
It crashed, and a door popped open. Agaent 001 popped out. He had special armor on, and carried the best weaponry available.

elru noticed others going towards the check in desk.

"Heh, their not strong." was all he muttered.

He walked up to the desk.

His voice sounded sinister, no one had trouble hearing him, yet he spoke in little more than a whisper.. The Red Energy curled around him.

"I am The Demon of Elru. I have come to find the strong, and bring misery and suffering to the weak, and make them strong." Elru said. A supernatural quiet permeated the air, adding that much more effect to his voice.

OOC: Can I enter two characters? The first would be one of our expirimental genetically tweaked 'Operatives' (if you've ever seen 'Equilibrium' think tetra-grammaton cleric only slightly more so)
and the second would be just a general infantry soldier wearing our 'Centurion' heavy infantry suit (light power-armor)\
both are recent PMT

"Demon," War laughed as he heard the stange man. "You are but a pawn of both Death and Lucifer."

"Demon," War laughed as he heard the stange man. "You are but a pawn of both Death and Lucifer."

"Heh, are you strong?" Elru asked, as his lips curled into a smile.

War's face went from showing breif delight to utter hatred. "I am one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse, what do you think?!"

Agent 001 walked into the room. "Where do I sign up?" he asked.

"Then Come, show me your strength." Elru challenged.

War was still angry, he pulled forth a blood red sword that seemed to pulsate by the beat of his heart. "Many men have fallen because of this sword. You will be-" "Be quite, my follower," Azrael interupted in his raspy voice. War was in utter shock. Never before had he heard his master speak aloud. Death continued, "He is more powerful than you. I shall be the one to destroy him."

"THERE SHALL BE NO FIGHTING TODAY!" Yelled Mithra as he strode across the floor. Mithra strood up to the thing, a sense of unlimited power radiating from him. "If you wish to fight, you shall have to wait for the fighitng requests. In two weeks. That is plenty of time to issue challenges. And if you ask why, I shall tell you. Today, in the Arena, the festivities are being prepared. And fighting for any other reason than self defense in any other area is strict and immediate banishment. Forever. Do I make myself clear?" Mithra said. For one wise in the ways of the Arena, it would be wise to heed Mithra's words. The world that the Arena was on was built by Mithra and Artemis. To fight them was as to fight the very forces of Nature herself. That is why they rule. Then, Artemis strode up. "I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!" He bellowed. "YOU ARE TO LAND YOU METEOR, OR GEAR, OR FIGHTER, OR WHATEVER CRAZY CONTRAPTION YOU HAVE, ON THE LANDING PAD! Thank you. Now, I suggest that you fly, over to the landing pad, and land there! I do not want the populoce to be frightened!" Mithra smiled and turned to the Horseman. "I do not want any disease, or pestilence, or any other curse Lucifer thinks he can put on this place. If I catch a hint, even a tiny hint, of any pestilence, disease, or whatever, I am going ot shut you down, permenantly. Or better yet, I am going to have a little talk with Gaberiel, or Michael. They have connections. On a better note," Mithra announced, "the festivities are ready to begin" A loud cheer went up through the hall, and people streamed toward large red doors that opened into the Arena. Only the Brothers, the receptionist and a handful of Guards remained. Mithra said, "I hope we have made ourselves clear gentlemen. We expect all rules to be followed." With that, they both dissapeared.

OOC: Note: Mithra and Artemis are NOT invincible. It is possible to kill them, but they can only be killed (at least on the Arena) if they agree to no help from Nature. On a lighter note, bye. (Sorry if anything has changed by the time I have posted this).

"Oh, wait, I forgot." 001 pressed a button. The Meteor took off into space. "Now, as for my eventual competitors, I'd like to get to know you all."

War mumbled something under his breath. He then went in search of trianing facilities so he could practice. Death meanwhille went to his room.

Crowley saw the man send his meteor back into space. He approached him with his hand out in a friendly greeting, "Matthew Crowley, Head Rider, Drexel Hillsville. May I ask who you are?"

OOC: I suggest that we also allow for 2v2 competions and squad ones...

Crowley saw the man send his meteor back into space. He approached him with his hand out in a friendly greeting, "Matthew Crowley, Head Rider, Drexel Hillsville. May I ask who you are?"

OOC: I suggest that we also allow for 2v2 competions and squad ones...

"Ah, hello. I'[m Jack Gol'Thon, Agent 001 for Pythogria." He shook Crowley's hand. "Are you part of your nation's military?"

"Yes, I didn't have much of a choice though. Every Crowley must join the military due to the way that my father set the government up. There are a few exceptions but I felt that I would stick with the law. Are you part of your country's?

"Yes, I didn't have much of a choice though. Every Crowley must join the military due to the way that my father set the government up. There are a few exceptions but I felt that I would stick with the law. Are you part of your country's?

"Actually, yes. Black Ops. I'm the leader of Them, the elite SF team."

"Actually, yes. Black Ops. I'm the leader of Them, the elite SF team."

"Than I see we have something in common. I lead the Riders, a split off of our Black Berets."

"Than I see we have something in common. I lead the Riders, a split off of our Black Berets."

"Really? Well, what's your training? Martial arts as well as normal military stuff?"

"Yes, the Black Berets specialize in both urban and jungle gurillea tactics. We also are required to learn Akido. We are also taught to be ghosts. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, the Black Berets specialize in both urban and jungle gurillea tactics. We also are required to learn Akido. We are also taught to be ghosts. Do you know what I mean?"

"Ah, yes. We're trained in all environments, and we learn three martial arts styles of our choosing. Not to mention we're all put through really tough training."

"Ah, yes. We're trained in all environments, and we learn three martial arts styles of our choosing. Not to mention we're all put through really tough training."

"Aren't we all? What kind of weapons you got?"

"Aren't we all? What kind of weapons you got?"

"Yes, we all are." He pulled out three weapons. "I've got a ZA-1, a very good assualt rifle, a ZT-1, an anti-tank weapon, an several ZG-1s, very pwerful grenades. I've also got my armor, as you obviously see."

OOC: He's always wearing the armor, other than the helmet.

"Hmm... I've got my trusty AK-105 as well as my Comustion Crossbow."

OOC: I'm Turning in for the night, I've got an indoor soccer tournement later today...

"Hmm... I've got my trusty AK-105 as well as my Comustion Crossbow."

OOC: I'm Turning in for the night, I've got an indoor soccer tournement later today...

OOC: Good night then.

Elru smiled.

"With the passing of strange aeons, even death too, may die." Elru said.

He disappeared. The Gear, which was approximatly 30 feet in heighth, and generally humanoid shaped, walked to the landing pad.

Then he appeared on a high wall of the Arena, simply watching.

OOC: Don't remember who said that. Love your timely arrival Grunts, just makes this all seem, so real. Oh yeah, been meanin to say this. Drexil Hillsville, I am Warhaven and Kajeenith, reborn. Love that you've quoted me.

A young man, with two heavily modified PG-19 auto-matic pistols, a G-11AR and a light-weight black jumper, On his head he wore a headset with an electronig monocle over his left eye. Following the young man was a hulking armored soldier laden with state of the art weaponry and supported by a combination of hydraulic and electric strength enhancers stepped up to the registration for the Arena, it was not entirely clear how either had arrived, but Mondoth specializes in stealth aircraft and it would not be hard to imagine the pair arriving in a nearly invisible helicopter based on some off-shore submarine carrier.

the young man spoke first, quietly and smoothly

"I am Operative Prime, I am here to compete in the Arena for The Trintarian Republic of Mondoth, behind me is Centurion Muhhamed Moussaui, who also fights for the Republic."

OOC: Ah, yes, doesn't it, Ri-an? Arena is really big on security. There have actually been three wars between the Technos and Magics. Artemis and Mithra had to rebuild the Arena after the second one. The secretary must have pressed a alarm. Mithra came running for the alarm, and Artemis is just really big on where you land. Besides, to have an introduction to the Arena by Artemis and MIthra is really a compliment. Only characters of much power could have called Mithra and Artemis to the scene.

IC: The secretary glanced up at the man with a cool composure. "You'll have to register your,uh... bodyguard in if,... he is not competing. After yo do that fell free to find a room and join the festivities."


Mithra had been hanging around the front hall, watching the new Competitors come and go. Only three really caught his eye. Two were discussing training and weapons, and the other had come in with a large body-guard-robot-thing. Mithra sighed, pulled his hat over his head and went to sleep.

The Man known as the Demon of Elru considered Artimese and Mithra.

Two brothers, on opposing paths of knowledge, working together. The founding principle behind the gear Forces. They were powerful, yes. They were strong. But he doubted they would agree to work for Shadowlord. He wondered what kind of opponets he would run accross. He hoped and prayed he would get to fight War and Death. They seemed, entertaining, at best. A moments diversion. They others, they were too weak. He would bring them Misery, and suffering, if they lived, for from misery and suffering, came greater strength. If they died, well, then they would be yet another victim. He had slain thousands. Their screams still coursed through his ears, their blood still ran from his hands. He could see them dead, the city burning, the walls crumbling. The eight pitiful figures that were once the rulers, huddled together, helpless, dead. Still, he had to kill, had to destroy, to bring misery and suffering to others, and help them be stronger. It was his purpose, his existence.

The Demon of Elru stood atop the Arena, and waited for the fighting to begin.

OOC: A headshot of The Demon of Elru with red hair:
http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/ids1.jpg

And his Gear:
http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/weltalls3.jpg

"I apologize for the confusion, but Centurion Muhhamed will also be competing if that is possible." replied the Operative, bowing slightly in apology.

Elru smiled. A bit of fear always helped when fighting. It was time to go instill some fear in his opponets. He appeared in the Collumn of rainbow light, behing Jack Gol'Thon, from Pythogria. Close enough for Jack to realise he's there, far enough away to avoid being hit.

The Demon of Elru leaned against a pillar, just staring at jack and Crowley. Sizing them up, as it were. His eyes were hidden by his hair, and his lips were curled in a smile.

He was quiet, in a sinister sort of way.

im joining think ft supersoldiers my carrecters name is ace
ace stood in the arena his phaser riffle slung across his back

Elru smiled. A bit of fear always helped when fighting. It was time to go instill some fear in his opponets. He appeared in the Collumn of rainbow light, behing Jack Gol'Thon, from Pythogria. Close enough for Jack to realise he's there, far enough away to avoid being hit.

The Demon of Elru leaned against a pillar, just staring at jack and Crowley. Sizing them up, as it were. His eyes were hidden by his hair, and his lips were curled in a smile.

He was quiet, in a sinister sort of way.

Crowley saw something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around, drawing his pistol as he did so. "Who the hell ar you?" He asked the strange man.

OOC: GruntsandElites, Check your TGs

"Ah, who are you?" Jack asked.

"Name? of what importance are they. Some call me The Demon of Elru. A name I earned after destroying Elru, the capitol city of Ri-an, myself, with the help of my gear. Though, if you must call me a name, then call me, Id." The Demon of Elru said.

He paused.

"You were not really going to try using that toy on me, were you? Besides, I believe the rule was, no fighting, exept in self-defence, and I'm certainly not attacking you. That would make you the aggressor, and most certainly banish you from the Arena, if I remember the rules correctly." ID said.

A muscle spasim. then a minor convulsion, bringing ID to his knees.

"Heh, so the Coward returns." Id said.

In an almost frighting display of extreme Disassociative Identity Disorder, ID's hair shortened to just barely to his neck, his skin darkened to a tan, his hair and eyes turned brown, and his clothes turned to a White T-shirt, with brown sil pants, and a green sash tied together around his waist.

This new person stood up.

"What? Where am I? What's going on?" he asked.

OOC: Yes, The Demon of Elru/ID and this other guy, is a case of Mulitple Personalities. Id is evil, this guy is good. ID is powerful, this guy is normal.

Crowley looked at the man before, shocked by the stange event that had occured. "Who the hell are you?!" He demanded

001 paused. "What the heck? Y... you just transformed from some evil guy into yourself... I think you need medical help."

Dark gas started to cover the floor of Azrael's quarters. Soon it filled the full room and started to flood ito the hallway. Azrael seemed to vaporize into it. The gas started to enter into the other sections of the facilities. Within minutes Azrael was in one of the bars around the neutral section. "I'll have an Irish Car Bomb please," He told the bartender.

OOC:
Note: An Irish Car bomb is a type of drink.

OOC: Sorry for not posting for so long, my Mom has the only computer with internet, and her work is backlogged. Note: I'm only twelve, so no 'Ha! You still live with your mom' stuff. Drexel Hillsville, I like your idea. Sephrioth, check your spelling.

IC: The bartender looked up at Azreal. "One Irish Car Bomb coming right up." He turned to the mix the drinks. When the Bartender turned around, he seaid to Azreal "I hear you're fighting in the Arena. I also hear that this Demon of Elru is fighting." The Bartender leaned closer and whispered "Try a Magically Enhanced EMP. Not only will it shut down an magic or technology, but unless you have special protection, it will also, temporarily shut down your brain and nerves. You can buy one at the Neutral Weapons Shop." He winked, leaned back, and started polishing glasses.

The secretary blushed in embarrasment. "Then, he needs to be registered." She said.

Mithra woke wiht a jolt, just in time to see ID turn into the man. Mithra stood up, looking calm, but tumbling about inside. He walked over to the man. Mithra said "Holy shit. Come with me, to the doctors."

"Indeed, I had hoped to accomplish that here." replied the Operative. "What do we need to do to be registered?"

oocgand e am i alowed in my chrecter is ace my nations best soldier

The man looked around.

"My name is Yeagor. This looks like a tournament. is that not so?" Yeagor asked.

He folowed Mithra hoping it would be a yes. He loved tournaments. They gave him oppurtunity to hone his skills against skilled opponets.

OOC: Edit: Sorry, didn't notice your part about going to the docters.

Oh yeah, a magickally enhanced EMP is a good idea, a very good idea, but unfortunatly, it wouldn't work completly, as Mithra and the docters will find out when they examine ID/yeagor. Its going to get alot to get ID back out. And so a magick EMP would be over kill, considering Yeagor only has Bruce Lee level Martial arts abilities. Against War or Death, he's toast.

Mithra smiled and turned to look at the man. "Yes, it is a tournament. It is proably one of the biggest tournaments in the galaxy." Mithra stopped and turned around. "This is the Tournament in the Arena. It has been going on for more than 27 years. if you want to know more, check with Information after you are released." Mithra turned back around and continued walking.

OOC: Hey, about 001, he's in PMT, so can you make sure I don't face any magic-users/FT?

Mithra smiled and turned to look at the man. "Yes, it is a tournament. It is proably one of the biggest tournaments in the galaxy." Mithra stopped and turned around. "This is the Tournament in the Arena. It has been going on for more than 27 years. if you want to know more, check with Information after you are released." Mithra turned back around and continued walking.

Yeagor smiled, and shadowboxed a second or two before continueing.

"I hope i meet some one powerful, ya know, test how strong I really am." Yeagor said.

Crowley walked off into the neutral area. He found a bar with a customer so he went in. "I'll have a Smithicks," He told the bartender as he sat down next to the other man. "You in the tournemant too?" He asked.

Jack took out the PMM (Portable Military Meal) he was given as part of his equipment. He cooked it himself and began ot eat.

OOC: Hey, about 001, he's in PMT, so can you make sure I don't face any magic-users/FT?

OOC:I'll try, but no promises. If you want you can get him weapon upgrades at one of the weapons shops.

IC: "Oh, you will, you will." Mithra said as he rounded a corner into a small Neutral section.

The Bartender (who's name is Horis by the way) "Ah, yes a Smithicks. Don' get many ordrs for those." Horis turned around and began mixing drinks. "So, are you competeing in the Arena?" He asked the newcomer.

Yeagor smiled and cracked his knuckles.

OOC:I'll try, but no promises. If you want you can get him weapon upgrades at one of the weapons shops.

IC: "Oh, you will, you will." Mithra said as he rounded a corner into a small Neutral section.

The Bartender (who's name is Horis by the way) "Ah, yes a Smithicks. Don' get many ordrs for those." Horis turned around and began mixing drinks. "So, are you competeing in the Arena?" He asked the newcomer.

Crowley looked at the bartender, "I wonder why that is. It is one of the better beers..."

OOC: A Smithicks isn't a mix. It's a Beer the Ireland had recently started to export...

Horis finished mixing the drinks and handed it out to another costumer. He then turned to a small fridge. He opened it and said, "Well, most of the stuff here is homebrewed, or in the case of imported bears, mainly American and German. Can or bottle?" Horis asked Crowley.

Mithra turned to a door and knocked on it. A pleasent female vocie said, "Come in." A click indicated that the door was unlocked. Mithar opened the door for Yeagar.

Crowley walked off into the neutral area. He found a bar with a customer so he went in. "I'll have a Smithicks," He told the bartender as he sat down next to the other man. "You in the tournemant too?" He asked.

Death looked at the man who sat next to him. "Yes, Mathhew," He started, "I am."

Yeagor walked in.

"So, why am I here?" Yeagor asked.

Mithra frowned. "You're here to get your physical. Just one second." Mithra opened another door. "He doesn't know that he has two consiousnesses." The doctor furrowed his brows. Then he said "He has extreme Disassociative Identity Disorder. Call him in here." Mithra called Yeagor in to the office.

Yeagor strolled into the office.

"A physical? ahh, I understand, to make sure I'm able to compete, I understand. Pretty reasonable, I can assure you though, I as fit as a horse. Somebody once told me I was as Mad as a hatter, don't know what they meant by that though." Yeagor said.

Then he giggled.

"Yeah, imagine me being crazy. What, as if I could turn into a crazy physco bent on the death and destruction of everyone around me. Heck, I wouldn't even harm a fly, except in self defense. Have you ever seen a Ri-an elephant Fly? Suckers huge, big enough to suck your brains out." Yeagor said.

Then he prattled on about the Ri-an Elephant fly.

The doctor cut him off. "You have Disassociative Identity Disorder. Youare literally two people in one. The other one is a crazy psycho bent on the death and destruction of everyone around you."

The doctor cut him off. "You have Disassociative Identity Disorder. Youare literally two people in one. The other one is a crazy psycho bent on the death and destruction of everyone around you."
"Yeah, right. That's impossible. I remember quite well that last thing I was doing. I was in my village minding my own business." Yeagor said. Then his memories return. His eyes grow wide.

"Then, it decended from the sky, and with its coming, the land begun to twist, and the air began to scream. shadows deepend, and creatures appeared. The guards tried to fight them off, but, no. There were to many. I fought to. The thing from the sky laughed, and killed the creatures, then, he turned on the village. No! Marissa! Edgar! Stop it! stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it STOP IIIIIIITT!!!!" Yeagor screamed. He clutched his face rocked silently back and forth, His hair turned White, and Black, and curls of Red Energy begun to rise from his body. An evil aura emanated from him, but then it disappeared, and Yeagor collapsed, unconcious.

It was obvious, what it took to turn Yeagor into Id.

"Indeed, I had hoped to accomplish that here." replied the Operative. "What do we need to do to be registered?"

Prime waited patiently for a response.

The secretary looked up. She gasped "Oh, I'm sorry! You need to get a physical, and I will need identification. Also, you will have to sign some papers." She handed him a thick stack of papers, on which were various maps, medical forms, emergency numbers, et cetera, et cetera.

Mithra looked shocked as the boy started to transform. The doctor shouted "Get some mild sedatives, and get me the conciousness trigger!" The conciousness trigger was a device, that at will, could change the conciousness in a body that was being shared by more than one conciousness. The nurse ran and got one. The doctor strapped it onto Yeagors chest and a green light flashed on it, indicating that Yeagors conciousness was in control, for the moment.

OOC: Note: I got the idea from Stargate SG-1, where the Tolan had the device that could change the Goa-uld so that it wasn' in control of the body.

There was a secret though, niether ID, nor Yeagor knew of. The Third Conciousness. Though, the third Conciousness came from outside Yeador/Id, and was its own seperate entity. Black Shadow energy licked at the machine, investigating it, then, satisfied, it disappeared, allowing Yeador to retain control.

Yeagor remianed unconcious, due to the trauma of his memories.

OOC: Good Idea. I was sure you'd come up with something similar sooner or later. The Black Shadow Energy came from The Shadowlord, a very malevolent entity, bent on bringing great pain on suffering to all, to bring forth greater strength, and if some die, well, they were too weak then. If you talk to Yeagor, you get nothing. Id, you will get some of the story, but not all of it. If you talk to the Shadowlord, only insane ravings no one understands, but it is the complete story. However, you have to lure Shadowlord out. I don't think you want to though, because he is as powerful as Mithra or Artimese. I'm leaving him out of this thread though, for the most part.

"Thank you." replied Prime before taking the forms and distributing an equal share to his Centurion companion who stripped off his battle gauntlets and left them dangling by straps so he could grasp the forms. Rifling through the forms, skimming the denser legalese and reading most of the emergency numbers and other bits of information about the arenathey started filling out the forms.

Finishing that a little while later Muhhamed looked up, the motion being interperted through layers of armor and movement enhancers to surface as barely a twitch of the head to a slightly more vertical position.

"You mentioned something about a physical?"

"Oh, yes. Walk down the hallway behind me, take a right, and then a left. Knock on the door to the left and ask for a phsyical." The secretary began shuffling papers.

"thank you" replied Muhhamed before following the directions, with Prime in tow.

Yeagor woke a few minuets later, kinda dizzy, and unsure of himself. ID was fighting to emerge, but was held back by the device, of course ID had never encountered such a device before.

IC:"Sir, the device isn't holding as well as it should." said a nurse, a frightened look on her face. "Turn up the power." The doctor walked up to Yeagor. "Yeagor, how are you doing?"

OOC: I think I'll add a player that can fight.

IC: John sat up in bed shaking his head. He stood up and stretched, joints popping and cracking. John licked his lips and gagged. The mucus like stuff on his lips had all the nutrients needed after cryo-sleep, but it still tasted like crap. John donned his battle armor, a glistening green marvel that made him look a good 9 feet tall. He pulled out his supply and weapon packs and ran over toward the Arena.

"Why? Why are there entities that fight and kill for the pleasure of it? What purpose does it bring? What does killing for the sake of killing resolve?" Yeagor asked, recent memories shaking him.

The doctor shook his head. "I do not know. Beings, that are like that, have a hole, in their souls. No matter how much they kill, destroy, and steal, they can never fill that hole. Anyways, you do need a physical. Follow me." The doctor walked to a door and opened it. "After you!" said the doctor.

Yeagor sighed, then followed the docter in to the room.

"Please stand in that yellow square over there." the doctor said, pointing to a little yellow square on the floor.

Yeagor complied, and stood in the yellow square

A purple light illuminated Yeagor for a second. It stopped. "All good. If you'll be so patient as to wait about ten mintues, we'll have your test results. You can go back to your bed and watch T.V. Law and Order's on." The doctor walked out of the room.

"T.V. Law and order's on? is that some kind of Food?" yeagor wondered. Anyway he went back to the bed he was on, and went into a meditative trance, lasting for nine minuets. Then he waited the tenth for the docter.

The doctor looked up at the blank T.V. He smiled and turned to Yeagor. "Well, it seems you are perfectly healthy, but for some reason, parts of your brain emit a strange energy signature. Now, I could probably attribute this to the fact that you have two conciousnesses, but, your brain still shouldn't emit energy. Anyways, come bakc in two days. I hould have the proper equipment. In the meantime, you can wander around the Neutral section. But don't go any farther. Doctors orders." The doctor turned and went into his office.

John walked up to the front desk. He pulled out his supply bag, and put a sheaf of papers three inches thick onto the desk. He waited while the secretary looked everything over.

Yeagor promptly went to the bar, and ordered something stiff to drink.

OOC: Bump-de-de-bump

After the prerequisit two days, Yeagor returned to the doctor.

OOC: minor system crash knocked me offline for the last few days, sry.

After knocking on the Doctors door, Muhammed and Operative Prime waited for the doctor to appear.

Dr. Heinstein was checking on patient records when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." He said to whoever was behind the door. (OOC: Mondoth)

"Yeagor, I need you to lie down on the machine." He said, pointing to a large flat surface in front of the machine.

Yeagor lies down on the machine.

The machine slowly rolled Yeagor into a large tube. A bright, blue light lit up the entireity of the tube. After a few seconds, the tube rolled Yeagor out. "Don't open your eyes." Said Dr. Heinstien. "If you do, you could go blind."

"Let me know when i can open up. What is it for, anyways?" yeagor asked.

"It scans energy signals in your brain. Oh, you should be able to open your eyes now. If you see a really, really, bright light, close your eyes." Heinstein said, looking down at the reports.

Taking the Invitation, both wariors stepped into the office.

"We're here for our physicals."

"It scans energy signals in your brain. Oh, you should be able to open your eyes now. If you see a really, really, bright light, close your eyes." Heinstein said, looking down at the reports.

"Oh." Yeagor opened his eyes, saw no light, and was happy.

"So, why do you want to see the energies in my brain?" he asked.

"Ok, stand over there." said Dr. Jekkyl-Hyde, pointing to a yellow square on the floor. "one at a time."

"Well," said Dr. Fienstein. "If you have too much or too little of certain kinds of energy in your brain, it can be bad for." He peered closer at the paper. "What,... unidentified energy?" He glanced at Yeagor. "Stay here. I've got to have a talk with Mithra and Artemis." He hurried out the door.

Yeagor sat there and waited. He looked at the belt. Who was Id? The belt itched a little. Deep down inside, something was silently suggestiong, even begging him to take the belt off.

"What? Unidentified energy? I'll check this out myself." The Heinstein nodded and followed Mithra as he walked off.

OOC: Bump-she-bump-she-bump-bump-she-bump

Operative prime was the first to step up to the square.

A purple light illuminated Operative Prime. The purple light faded. "Now you." said the doctor, pointing at Muhammed with his pen.

Muhammed quickly switched places with Prime standing on the square.

The purple light illuminated Muhammed, and faded. "Ok, your test results are done. Uh... are you Techno or Magic?" He asked Muhammed.

"This suit is a technological construct, I can remove it if you like..."

"Uhhh, no. Just wanted to say that you should stay in the Technological section, or the Neutral section. There was been some recent tension, because of a group of rouge students. Well, bye." the doctor said, sitting at his desk.

"Very well, do you know where we might obtain lodging for the tournament in either of those sections?"

"Check your map." The doctor said impatiently.

"Thank you." replied Muhhamed before following Prime out the door.

A man lurking in the shadows stepped out toward Muhhamed. "Hey, want to know a secret?" He whispered.

Muhhamed regarded the man carefully, flexing his powerfully gauntletted hands he spoke, using his suits integral uni-directional sound amplifier to keep anyone else from overhearing.
"It depends... In my experience, learning secrets is accompanied by a price, is the price of this secret worth the knowing of it?"

"That depends on how well you keep it."

"An intriguing response, but a useless one, The keeping of a secret of course depends on the secret. I can't give you any assurances then, but I will say that this secret will not go any farther than it can be kept from going."

"How about the weaknesses of the other gladiators?"

"It depends then on what you mean by keeping this secret. I could not tell anyone event hat I know, but if I exploit it, then it would become obvious both that I know, and what the weakness is."

"I see your logic. Well it would become appearent, what could anyone do? In time, their secrets would be released anyway, so is it better to know now, and never regret it, or never know, and always regret it?"

bump

Yeagor sat in a chair awaiting the results of his brain scan.

ID wanted out though. For now, the belt was working fine.

"I'lla cceot that reasoning in principle, but in practice the price is a serious limiting factor, at last as long as it remians unknown, if you catch my meaning."

Mishra opened the door. He looked at Yeagor. Finally, he said, "Yeagor, you have Plithis. Sometimes it is known as Dark Energy, or Dark Matter. The name does not matter. What matters is that you have it, and you need to get rid of it. We're not sure how."

"No, I don't catch your meaning.There is no price. If you want to know, go to the main Nuetral Bar at 6:00." the man quickly turned and walked away.

Muhhammed didn't even bother to reply, but at 6:00 he was there after first stripping down to the the basic battlesuit. He was still an imposing sight, but without the massive chest, arm and leg pieces he wasn't as awe-inspiring as he was when wearing the full combat regalia.

While Muhhamed drew attention with his still impressive partial battlesuit, Operative Prime snuck in in relatively low key clothing, not even with his otherwise ubiquitous eye-piece.

Muhhamed sought out a center table while Prime found himself an empty booth along the edge and sat down.

The man sat down at the table. "I want your friend out."

Yeagor trembled as he took off the belt.

His eyes grew Red, and great red energy began to curl off his body. Yeagor screamed in inhuman pain.

Yeagor's body shredded to peaces, as Id emerged.

"Well, that useless fool is no more. Your plan by the way, is in error, and your diagnostics, incorrect. I have plain regular magick, however I use mine diffrently than others.

You couldn't help Yeagor even if you wanted to, because I made him, he was a disguise, a handy shade to put over myself when I needed to rest, or to enter somewhere unobserved. Upset? Angry? get over it, Mourning for Yeagor is like reading a story and mourning for the characters. Now if you don't mind, leave me alone. My life is my worry, not yours."

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Elsewhere...

She came to the arena from far away. She was slender, with smooth creamy white skin. She wore a black dress, and carried a staff with a large blank disk at the top. It was made of oak, and had three black feathers hanging from three diamond shaped loops at the top. She wore a blank medallion around her nect as well. Her hair was black, and her eyes were the blackest of all. gazing into them, one felt they were staring into eternity. Her hair went to her waste. Her black finger nail polish could be seen easily. Nothing of her feet could be seen.

She did not register, for she was not here to fight, though she was more than capable of it.

Scanners based upon science would pick up only a normal woman. Scanners based on magick would find she didn't exist at all, yet there she was.
Her voice was strong and commanding, yet soft and gentle. She looked, she felt totally alien. It was as though there was nowhere in this creation she belonged.

She walked to the registration desk.

"I am The Dark Priestess, and I am here to find the one who calls himself Id."
She said.

"Uh, yes. I believe he is in the doctors office. If it is an emergency you can take the teleporter right there." The secretary pointed to a large arch, with green glowing light coming from it.

Meanwhile....

When Id tried to leave, Mithra put his hand to Id's chest. He stared into Id's eyes, and Mithra's hand sank into Id's chest. Mithra began reading Id's soul, an extremely painful process, which, once activated, is almost impossible to stop.

OOC: When the dark priestess walks through the teleporter, it will be just like walking straight through a reguler arch.

What Mishra would find, was great childhood trauma. Common were scenes of ID running down the hall, pursued by an enemy that was naught but shadows, literally. Then scenes flashed, and repeatedly, scenes of his father beating him,, nearly killing him.

"Your not strong, your weak. Your no son of mine. You have no name, no ID!" his father would yell.

Slowly Mishra would see this man's painfull childhood. Slowly he developed into what he was, not because he wanted to, but because he had to, to protect himself from his own father, the fearsome entity known only as the Shadowlord.

Slowly, Id became what his father did to him, cruel, merciless, without care or regard for anything else.

But there was hope. Even further back, at his babyhood, there were still memories of his mother, when he was still kind and innocent. Locked up and put in a place even ID forgot about. Part of that still remained with him. It was still possible for him to become a good person. One phrase haunted his dreams. A phrase he had only heard his mother say. A common phrase many took for granted.

"I love you."

Even further back, in another lifetime, Mishra would find yet more memories, memories ID only knew as dreams. Dreams of being a baby, and starving to death at Shadowlord's hands. Of another mother caring for him, even after he died, and she died, and protecting him from the shadowlord. He remembered a masked man. that was not a man, he came from a strange place. As the baby went to a new place that was wonderful and full of light, he held out his hand to the man and spoke the only word he had ever spoken in that life. "Da?" it was supposed to be Dad, but it was most definatly a question.

The dark Priestess walked through the arch. She waited for Mishra to finish his examinations. She was quiet beyond reason.

Mishra would get no sense of her presence. It was as though she did not exist.

Muhhammed looked around studiously before replying.

"If the operative is here, he's on buisiness of his own, far be it from me to restrict that one's comings and goings." he leaned in closer, whispering.
"A different breed y'know? Him and his kind ain't exactly human, they've been tweaked. Oh I'm sure it was harmless, a little splice there, a gene there, let's see if we can make 'em immune to disease, immune to fear... Make 'em imune to feelin'." He sat back up straight, clearly shaken just by thinking about it.

"Now, about this secret of yours."

OOC: Will be out and about next week, don't expect too much int he way of response.

Mishra slowly released his hand from Id's chest. He turned to one of the guards. "Lock him up. If he tries to get out, kill him." Mishra turned to the Dark Priestess. "What do you want?" He asked.

The man leaned closer. "First, I want to say, congrats. You've just been caught by the Arena guards. Only rouges do this kind of shit, and consorting with rouges earns you three days in jail. Secondly, Friday, 7:00, in the unused passageway behind the Arena. Take him away boys." Several guards that had been sitting down approached. One put his hand on Muhammed's shoulder.

OOC: Mondoth, why did Muhammed talk diffrent?

Instead of an answer, She simply cast a spell on ID. Him and his gear disappeared.

"That. I simply did not wish to send you where he is now as well. You would not like it there, trust me. However he went back on a bargain he made with Master, and so he must pay, and pay dearly, for a very long time. Don't try to get him back either, you can't. He is far beyond your, or your brothers reach." She said. She banished her wand.

"Now, I don't really care if you like it or not. If you don't, I would be happy to take you to The Master. Otherwise, it remains my duty to take his place in your tournament." She said. She turned and walked off.

The door slammed shut right in front of the Dark Priestess' face. Mithra, looked right at her. " Explain everything to me. That's all I ask. Then you can go."

"I am The Dark Preistess, Handmaiden of The Reformed God Kajeenith, who rules the infinite Nothing that lies between all Creations, all Realities, and beyond all understanding. Kajeenith is strong, and powerful, but even he must answer those who call upon his name. Id's wish was for the power to protect himself from his father, to return to his mother. Kajeenith answered that wish, though ID never actually saw him, for Master appeared in the space between each second, and was never really there. He granted to poor powerless ID the power he now weilds. The agreement was, to only protect himself, and the weak. Shadowlord twisted it into destroying the weak, to make them strong, and killing any who would hurt him.

Thus the agreement was broken. I have been hunting him for several years, ever since he destroyed Elru, capital of Ri-an by himself. He is injured many, killed many more, and maimed coutless numbers. Id has been sent to the Underplane, where all go who have broken deals with Kajeenith. The manner of punishments that lie there, I shall not describe. your language is too limiting. However, since Id died five years ago, he became Kajeenith's lawful property. Now both Father and Son can be tortured together, for countless eternities. Does that satisfy you, or do you wish to see for yourself?" she asked.

A small bauble of energy appeared in her hand, ready to show him what fate had now befallen ID.

"Perhaps we can talk later. For now, you can go." Mithra said. The door opened.

She smiled, and walked off.

She walked up to the bar.

"I believe I shall have Milk." She said.

"Any special preferences?" Horace asked.

"Whole."

Horace poured out the milk. "Are you competing?" Horace asked.

"It is my Duty. I came to capture Id, for he had broken a deal with my master. Now I shall replace him in the arena. I shall hold back much of my strength though, for it would not be fair to the others if I used all my power." TSP said while slowly drinking her milk.

Bartenders knew things, well the smart ones that kept quiet and listened did. Perhaps with enough flirting, she might find something intresting about her oponets tht would enable her to taylor her strategy so that they could actually beat her if they moved outside of their usual range of thoughts.

"Ok." Horace turned to his other patrons.

After he milk, she just sat there. She had no pressing business elsewhere.

Horace turned back to her. "So, why do you think you can beat anyone in the Arena?"

"You see me sitting here, you can feel my skin, and smell the scent of my hair. Were you to kiss me, you would taste the sweetness of my lips. According to that which is known as science, I exist. Yet there is more than what science can decently explain, more than what magick can explain. To put it simply, I come from beyond. I was not born in this Creation, I was born in another. In that creation Fighting and magick is as common as breathing is here. That creation is known as The War World. In the War World, if you are not strong, you will Die before your first year of age, for it is a Crime to be weak. I have been home, and I have been here several times. Those that live in this world, many would be considered weak. Many fighters, that are considered as the best this creation has to offer, are weak. But that is not all of it, for even the weak may topple the strong, just as the strong topple the weak. I was raised in the War world, but I desired peace, and beauty. The Gods of my world would not answer my simple plea, so I called out for a new god, and I found the Darkness beyond. Kajeenith came. He told me, that if i willingly chose, of my own volition, he would release me from the bonds of reality, but in return, I must agree to serve him exclusivly, and leave to journey to new creations, and new realitys.
My dear man, if only you have been to some of the places I have been. I weep at the memory of their beauty. Simple, and complex. I have even been to a reality known as The Real world, where worlds like ours are nothing but stories and games. The result of my journeys though, is that I have gained powers from each Creation I've visited. I even have powers from the infinite nothing. If I tried hard enough, I could simply uncreate this bar. imagine then, what i could do to an enemy. I am an anamoly, and as such, my true strength cannot be measured. I am glad this is not a death arena, for that would make things much harder. I do not desire to win though, I desire to lose. But not cheaply. If my opponets are not truely strong, then they shall truely lose." She said.

"I've heard similer things." Horace said nonchalant.

bump

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OOC: Mondoth, why did Muhammed talk diffrent?
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OOC: He was lightly conditioned during training, including reducing his accent, the Operatives are avery new and very secret project and they really creep out some of the common soldiers. So, that creepiness factor temporarily caused Muhhamed to slip into his former speech patterns.

Ah. That would explain it.

Horace looked at TDP. " You said "If I tried hard enough, I could simply uncreate this bar" I once knew a man who remade all of the Arena exsistence with a wave of his hand. I have had stronger people in here than you. In fact, if you want to know strong, you should talk to Artemis. He has hundreds upon hundreds of stories about the places he went, the people he's met. I can barely listen to him for five minutes. And most, if not all, is true."

Horace looked at TDP. " You said "If I tried hard enough, I could simply uncreate this bar" I once knew a man who remade all of the Arena exsistence with a wave of his hand. I have had stronger people in here than you. In fact, if you want to know strong, you should talk to Artemis. He has hundreds upon hundreds of stories about the places he went, the people he's met. I can barely listen to him for five minutes. And most, if not all, is true."
"I live but to serve the greater power, serving as a soft, gentle word of another. The master is the very essence of the infinite nothing, the very balance to the infinite something you call creation. It is referred to as the Yin, and the Yang My master could at a wave of his hand, uncreate all you hold dear and more. With a single thought, he could erase entire worlds, If he so chose, he could uncreate this entire reality. My natural powers lie in other areas, which is why I must concentrate greatly upon the act. Can an Eagle swim like a fish? I never once said I was the strongest in creation, The spirit of Creation itself is the strongest force, and far surpasses any strength that can be found here. You make the same mistake many others have, in that simply because I explain who and what I am, it translates into a boast of my ability.To boast is to lose even before the fighting begins. if you wish to hear of boasting, let me take you to the Reality of the Warworld. You'll here more boasting in five minutes there than you could possibly hear in an hour there. Especially from Warworld's spirit, known by many as Warmaster." TDP said. she was irritated, but no hint of it stirred from her, not in words, not in breath, not in thought, not in emotions.

Horace kept a straight face. "Ehh, it's that the bragging sounded, ehh, braggy. Didn't you say your master was master of Nothingness? Wouldn't that make him the enemy of creation?" He paused and thought for a minute. "I never said Artemis or I were going to brag. He just has some good tales." Mithra appeared in the bar. "Excuse me, I never caught your name." Mithra said to TDP.

Tired of examining the various wars going on in his region, Arthur Tenarius looked down on the briefing.
It was talking something about a tournament.
Interesting....
Although his Praetorian Guards would love to fight here, Tenarius felt as if this required someone different.
Pushing the intercom, he contacted his second-in-command,
"I'm going to be out for a few days. I have some interesting stuff to take care of .... myself."
"Yes sir."
Getting up out of the chair, he strode to a closet in the room.
Pushing it open, he saw his two beauties.
Never had swords been thi well-used. Even though they were ordinary weapons, given his abilities.....

After a rather long and somewhat freaky time at the bar Matthew walked to his quarters. He was tired. He felt like he had been in that bar for days*. His AK-105 was quickly put on a small table. He groggily walked over to the cot that was in his room. 'I wonder when I'll actually have to fight,' he thought to himself as he fell asleep.

He woke up to his alarm going off. He reflexively slammed his fist against the button that made the painful noise stop. He got up out of the bed and got changed out of the clothes that he had spent the night in. Once in his new clothes he grabbed his helmet, his AK-105, and his Frags and Flashbangs and headed out. 'I gotta be ready to be called to fight,' he told himself.
OOC:
*Check page 5 I think

Sorry for the long absence, is it okay if I come back?

A man with silver hair strode into the bar, carrying two swords on his chest.
Striding without ordering anything, he sat down and observed.
The Emperor himself would be fighting in this tournament.

Sure, go ahead. We need more players. At the time, I'll probably have to introduce about 20 by myself. Anybody mind having more than one player?

Sure, go ahead. We need more players. At the time, I'll probably have to introduce about 20 by myself. Anybody mind having more than one player?

I recall suggesting team battles, like 2v2...

If we get more people what are the odds of this happening?

Pretty good.

Why, you have someone eslse that want's to play?

I was Hades Deep so I could bring back death and war...

That would be good.

Would you mind if I just used this account though?

No, not at all.

Crowley strolled through the halls of the Arena. He found what looked likt a shop. He walked in and asked the man at the counter, "What do you have?"

OOC: So when are we going to battle?
And I can't send anyone else. Tenarius is the only one who possesses mad skillz.
The rest are soldiers, and my elite soldiers are currently busy.

"I have been called The Dark Priestess for so long I have forgotten my real name. And yes, you are correct, he is the opposite of creation, and therefore technicly its enemy, however he seeks to keep a balance between that which is, and that which is not." TDP said.

OOC: If you need a few more participants, I can dip into other Realities...

The man at the counter said "What are ya lokkin' for?" with a toothy smile.

"That is all I wished to know." Mithra said and vanished. Horace got busy tending to other costomers.

OOC: 666, wait. I need more people. Ri-an, that would be good. Thanks.

TDP stiffined.

Her voice was strangly deep, and her eyes became a deep void of nothing.

"My Handmaiden speaks the truth, however this, tournament, provides me with an excellent oppurtunity. I have from many other realities, many who wish to see this one, to participate in abttle, and to see a world that is not their own. From The Reality of the War World, One shall come to you, known as The Warfather, a mighty warrior indeed. From a place of Digital Reality, I bring you the Mighty AI of Infinite Coding, from A reality where Summertime does not exist, I bring you The Ice Banshee. From a Reality where War and strife do not exist, I bring you Father Rekshen, most Benevolent voice of understanding, and finally, from the Realm of Hell, in the Reality known only as the Real world, I bring you Chuck Norris. Well, not really, but I do bring you from the a Place suspended between The Infinite Depths of all the Hell spawned realities, and The glorious Infinite Heights of All Paradises, I bring to you the Synthesis of the Great Warriors and Evil Warriors of Legend, Ermac. Prepare for them, for they shall arrive swiftly." Said Kajeenith through TDP's body.

She slumped over, and passed out on the bar.

The man at the counter said "What are ya lokkin' for?" with a toothy smile.

"That is all I wished to know." Mithra said and vanished. Horace got busy tending to other costomers.

OOC: 666, wait. I need more people. Ri-an, that would be good. Thanks.

"I'm a Technological man," Crowley started, "What do you got that I can use against this magical bullshit?"

Azrael slumped over at the bar. His head nearly slammed against the counter. Before it did though Death was gone in a puff of black smoke. On the counter were a few gold coins.

War was practicing with his sword in one of the training areas. He felt a tap on the shoulder. Nearly jumping he quickly turned around, his sword already on it's decent towards the new comer's head. Anceint words were spoken quickly and quitely. War froze mid-wing, paralyzed by the satanic language. He fell to his knees and then on to his elbows as he regained control of himself. "Forgive me master," he cried out, "I did not realize it was you, my lord." "Arise, you are forgiven my loyal servent," an anceint voice replied. Death quickly pulled forth his sickle and began to train.

"Impressive. Even Death itself is here."
Tenarius sneered and quitely laughed.

TDP stiffined.

Her voice was strangly deep, and her eyes became a deep void of nothing.

"My Handmaiden speaks the truth, however this, tournament, provides me with an excellent oppurtunity. I have from many other realities, many who wish to see this one, to participate in abttle, and to see a world that is not their own. From The Reality of the War World, One shall come to you, known as The Warfather, a mighty warrior indeed. From a place of Digital Reality, I bring you the Mighty AI of Infinite Coding, from A reality where Summertime does not exist, I bring you The Ice Banshee. From a Reality where War and strife do not exist, I bring you Father Rekshen, most Benevolent voice of understanding, and finally, from the Realm of Hell, in the Reality known only as the Real world, I bring you Chuck Norris. Well, not really, but I do bring you from the a Place suspended between The Infinite Depths of all the Hell spawned realities, and The glorious Infinite Heights of All Paradises, I bring to you the Synthesis of the Great Warriors and Evil Warriors of Legend, Ermac. Prepare for them, for they shall arrive swiftly." Said Kajeenith through TDP's body.

She slumped over, and passed out on the bar.

Mithra blinked. "What?" He asked no one in perticular.

The man smiled and put a vest on the counter. "One-hundred and twenty-three of whatever currency you got." He said.

Ri-an, did you actually bring in Chuck Norris?

No, he isn't.

OOC: No. No i'm not.

IC:


After a few minuets TDP stirred with a moan.

"I hate it when he does that." She said.

ooc: soooo.....

You can ignore that post if you really want, in fact, I'll make a new one.

IC: "Alright. Go to the back of the Arena in the unused paasgeway, and there'll be a box. Don't look inside the box until you get to our quarters. It'll have a list of items, shops where you can get them, and money to buy them. It also has a list that corrosponds to the weakness of each opponent. Of course, any new opponents that appear, it won't have anything for, so watch your back. This is going to be dangerous." The man got up and left.

"I'm going to need a really large space in a few hours, anywhere you can suggest? In order to fulfill Kajeenith's weakness, I'll have to open the Door to Nothing, both here, and in the othe Realities, so that the others may come." She said.

The Arena Pit, I suppose. That's the biggest facility we got." Horace said.

Into the Arena walked a woman carrying a few dolls. She had a smile on her face, as did her dolls. There were three of them. One Looked like a strong warrior, and was made, complete with little metal armor, and a dagger as a sword. One looked like a Bloodmage, and hade many Kanji drawn upon its body. The third, Resembked a fairy, and delicate wings. She wore on her back, a mace, and was covered head to toe in a massive blue robe with a hood, which was drawn up around her face. She had simple brown her and black eyes. Her face was paineted like a Doll made of delicate porcelean.

She looked wet, and tired, as though she had journed far, through much weather.

The Dark Priestess nodded. She raised her wand, and her casual clothing disappeared. Her ceremonial clothing appeared in its place. She went to the Arena pit, and began chanting in a language no written language could contain, and no memory could hold.

She was preparing for the summoning of the great door.

OOC: TDP: http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/TheDarkPreistessofKajeenith.jpg

You can ignore that post if you really want, in fact, I'll make a new one.

IC: "Alright. Go to the back of the Arena in the unused paasgeway, and there'll be a box. Don't look inside the box until you get to our quarters. It'll have a list of items, shops where you can get them, and money to buy them. It also has a list that corrosponds to the weakness of each opponent. Of course, any new opponents that appear, it won't have anything for, so watch your back. This is going to be dangerous." The man got up and left.

By the time the man had gotten up, The Operative was already gone. Within half an hour he had retrieved his equipment and was on his way towards the back passages where he would meet up with Muhhamed.

Done with the meditation that he been going through, Tenarius strode into the Arena pit.
OOC: The Arena pit is where we can train, right?

Crowley patiently awaited the man's answer.


Azrael and War were finished their training. The head to their individual quarters, passing through the nuetral section on their way. War noticed that Matthew was in the store and approached him as War walked on. "Hello again, Matthew," Death said. "How do you know my name?" Crowley asked as a chill went down his back. 'Why is the room suddenly colder?' he asked himself. "I know everyone's name. I am Death, and your name is in my book along with the names of everyone else in this tournement, even War's is in it."

Done with the meditation that he been going through, Tenarius strode into the Arena pit.
OOC: The Arena pit is where we can train, right?

Tenarus found the Arena in a black haze. TDP was deep in meditation and chanting a mighty spell indeed. Tenarus could feel something alien in her words, in the arena itself.

Done with the meditation that he been going through, Tenarius strode into the Arena pit.
OOC: The Arena pit is where we can train, right?

Yes. You can, though it is not preferred.

Crowley patiently awaited the man's answer.


Azrael and War were finished their training. The head to their individual quarters, passing through the nuetral section on their way. War noticed that Matthew was in the store and approached him as War walked on. "Hello again, Matthew," Death said. "How do you know my name?" Crowley asked as a chill went down his back. 'Why is the room suddenly colder?' he asked himself. "I know everyone's name. I am Death, and your name is in my book along with the names of everyone else in this tournement, even War's is in it."

The man smiled and put a vest on the counter. "One-hundred and twenty-three of whatever currency you got." He said. The man glanced at Death. "If you're not buying something, get out." He said in a harsh voice.

Tenarius was confused. His great eye was incapable of sensing anything in this dark haze, something he had never encountered before.
Drawing both swords, he closed his normal eye and let his other one sense for anyone here.
No one.
What the hell was going on? The eye wasn't working.

OOC: Tenarius's left eye most of the time is capable of knowing what others are going to do in advance. However, TDP's magic is throwing the Great Eye off.

TDP stood, and raised her wand to the sky. In plain common she spoke.

"From beyond all things, from beyond this Reality, and all the ones above, below, and beside, i summon from the realms of Infinite Nothing, The Gatekeeper, to open the path between realities." She said.

The dark haze parted whan many great bolts of energy struck every square inch of the Arena. No one, and no thing was harmed. The Dark haze reformed, but there was no since of a limit to up. A great Eye opened in the Haze.

"Itnal Etumnis morte. Ghilangre moton greno kanay." It spoke in its own strange language.

A long finger came down and pointed at Tenarius.

"Gahamnet mortro fele. Wagra hanemen. obro drego." it said. But Tenarius understood, only while it was pointing at him.

"You may transgress the barriers seperating realities and creations, but only if you go where she does, and obey the Dark priestess's words." It said.

Then the Dark haze lowered, and nothing could be seen with any form of sight. Then a great white shone from the center, and was in the shape of a great door. TDP stood in the doorway, looking back at Tenarius.

"Well, do you wish to come, and see things not of this world? You will be safe, so long as you stay with me." She said.

OOC: note, no one, not even Mishra and Artimese would feel this, because quite technicly, it isn't happening, and consumes no power, but this comes from Nothing, and since nothing does not exist, there is nothing to feel. However if someone has, someway, somehow been to the nothing, then they can sence it, and feel great amounts of power being used. They also know not to attempt to go when they have not been invited, or else...

The woman walked up to the bar, set each of her dolls up on a diffrent stool, hen sat down at the end.

"I'll have tea, johnny, the one in the arnor, would like some milk, painted man, the one in the mages robes would like a beer, Irish, if you have it, and Midor the male fairy wants a glass of honey." She said in the most serious expression one could imagine, as though her dolls were going to spring to life and drink their drinks.

"Oh yes, for my tea, please make it Green, no sugar, no milk in my tea." she said as an after thought. She pulled out a pretty bag that jingled with money.

Horace looked at her. "Are you a contender?" he asked.

"Contender?" she said confusedly.

She looked at her dolls who simply sat there in the matter any doll might.


OOC: Yes, but she's kinda slow, and possibly even insane.

OOC: I know, but Horace doesn't, and he could call the guards.

IC: "Are you here to fight in the Arena?" Horace asked slowly.

Tiberius Griffincrest, son of the CEO of the Griffincrest Corporation, Claudius Griffincrest, walked imperiously into the bar. He wore Romanesque armor, minus the helmet, which he was carrying under his left arm, and a flowing velvet cape draped down from his soldiers. He carried with him an AK-101, entirly plated in gold, with silver bullets, a gift from someone whom henever said. Tiberius was of a fair, athletic build, with cold blue eyes, and dark, slick backed hair.

He walked up to the bar, placed the helmet and the gun on the counter, and said "One of your finest red wines, please. Oh, yes, and do you make stuffed doormice here?"

Horace turned away from the strange woman to the young man. He opened up a small fridge in the back of the bar, an set down a bottle of red wine. " Sorry, but we ain't got stuffed dormice. That'll be 12.50 of whatever currency you have." Horace said.

"O well, I guess the wine will be fine on its own" Tiberius said. He then tossed a handful of Confederate credits on the bar, and opened his wine. "So, when do the fights start, my good man?"

"When Mithra and Artemis say so." Horace looked at the man. "Did you register with the secratary at the front desk?" He queried.

"No, I don't believe that I did, can you point me in her direction?"

"She's sitting right in the front hall. You can't miss. There is a huge-ass sign telling everybody to check in! HOW DID YOU MISS IT?" Horace asked forcefully.

"Dont get angry. I was probably not paying attention. You really are a rather angry man." Tiberius said. He then left, and walked to the secretary. "Tiberius Griffincrest, sign me in for a fight. And no, you can not have my autograph, yes my father owns Griffincrest Oil. Any other questions?"

The secretary blinked. "I have no idea who you are, though you do need a physical. And to fill out these forms." She handed a stack of papers several inches thick to him. "I need them by tomarrow." They contained many forms, and contracts, et cetera, et cetera.

"Dont know me, what a backwards little country you have here. Well, I have the results of my physical here, and..if..you could give me a minute...here, done." he said, as he signed the dotted lines. "You could keep one of those if you really want."

"No thank you sir. We don't use oil. Oil is ineffecient. We use many other forms, which if you want to know about, I suggest you go to the Techno section and look around. By the way, sir, this is a planet, not a country. I suggest you read the starmpa better." She looked over his papers and stamped them. "You are free to roam. Don't try to get killed." She said.

"O my. It seems like I have no idea about anything here. Well, ma'am, when does the first fight start?"

"That depends when we get enough fighters. We usually start when we have twenty, so, soon."

"Excellent news. Here is my number, call me when it is ready he said, scribbling his number on a scrap of paper, before winking at the secretary and walking back to the bar.

Tenarius closed his normal eye, sheathing both his swords.
After staring at the witch for some time, he opened the other eye.
"My great eye tells me that I should not fear you. I would like to see these things from other worlds."

"Come then." She said. She lead him through the door. What most people experienced, when traveling for the first time, was an inexplicable sense of profound loss. Then puzzlement and wonder, as the found themselves in a massive room, a room so big that the no eye could see it in its entirety. It had no up, and no down, it just was, and it was full of doors. They had come out of one, it had the letters NS engraved upon it, though what that stood for was anyones guess. Across from it was a door with the letters RL engraved upon it, but that door was sealed, so that none could enter or leave the reality inside.

TDP beckoned, and lead him on. Inside each door he peered inside, was a reality beyond anything he had experienced. There were all kinds of realities. there was even one that was just being born. The Proto life eminating from it filled one with great sense of potential. Each door was engraved with what reality was inside. She stopped infront of one door marked Ice Dominion. Inside was a horrible bitterly frozen wasteland, inhospitable to most life.

OOC: I know, but Horace doesn't, and he could call the guards.

IC: "Are you here to fight in the Arena?" Horace asked slowly.

"Fight?" she asked. Then she looked at her dolls.

"What's that? yes, ok. But we could be hurt.Are you sure? ok."
She said talking to her dolls.

"Yes, all three want to participate, and we always do things as a group, so yes, yes I am going to participate in the arena. Maybe I'll even get a new Dollie!" She said with a frightening expression of glee on her face.

"What a freak" Tiberius said under his breath when he heard the girl, before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Can't wait for this to start"

"I am amazed by such power." Tenarius said softly shivering slighty with the intense cold,
"What are you?
And is this frozen wasteland our future? A great conclusion to such a pathetic world."
He grinned in pain.

"What a freak" Tiberius said under his breath when he heard the girl, before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Can't wait for this to start"

She didn't hear him, but if anyone looked, Midor, the Fairy doll would be facing him. When she had moved it, would be uncertain.


OOC: Guess I'll explain her OOCly. She's a Doll Mistress. Her powers are partialy Magick, partially Psionic in nature. She can do things as any standered Mage/ Psionic being can. However, she can also channel these energies through her dolls, brunging them to life based upon what they look like, AKA Their theme. After many uses, they just stay alive keeping their powers, which makes dollmasters seem insane, because they can hear their dolls through thoughts. The worst part about facing a Dollmaster is their puppeteer ability, wich slowly takes away your will, and makes you, a puppet, just another Doll for the Dollmaster's Collection.

Tiberius looked back to see the doll facing him and jumped alittle. "What the fuck...Lady you got some freaky dolls ya know" he said to the doll mistress.

"I am amazed by such power." Tenarius said softly shivering slighty with the intense cold,
"What are you?
And is this frozen wasteland our future? A great conclusion to such a pathetic world."
He grinned in pain.

"Power such as this, is nothing, yet it takes the longest to learn. Out here, the temperature is only -60. For the beings who inhabit the world inside, that is hot enough to give them heat stroke. Inside, it is -360 Degrees. You will be safe though, for with my power I will sheild you from the great cold. Maybe Ice Banshee will remove the chill from you." She said. She grabbed his hand, and lead him through the door, without opening it. It shimmered and the passed through, as though it were water. If he looked back afterwards, he would find nothing, except barren frozen wastes for as far as he could possibly see.

"Do you have a memory you cannot place, a memory of a thing that occured while you were young indeed, maybe between Birth and the first year you were born. A sound, a color, a smell, possibly a touch. It is never much, but this world harbors such a memory. This Reality was born when yours was. When it was born, all was bright, and hot. But then a great freeze came over it, and since that day, one million years after its beirth, what is naught but a day in the life of a human by comparison, until to day, untold ages in the future, the snow never melts. Warmth, has never returned, yet this Reality has never forgotten it." She while still gripping his hand. Warmth came from her to him, by contact with her hand.

She waved her hand. Suddenly they were bundled up together in a sleigh under a large, comfortable, and oh so warm blanket. TDP's skin was soft and gentle to the touch, and very warm. They were flying accross the landscape, yet the Sleigh was pulled by nothing.

"You asked what I was. What I am, is the last survivor of a Dead Reality. A noted person once said, That with the passing of strange Aeons, even death too, may die. So it is, with Realities. Yours will die too someday, and nothing any of the Gods, or goddesses, or anyone ther in, can stop it. It is, enivitable. My universe was a ritualistic one, everything had meaning, and everymweaning had an associated Ceremony. We were the Threnzengols, The workers of Religion, ancient and deep. Those you call superstitious, had nothing on us. Everything had a hidden meaning, brough ill luck, or good luck, and even the intrepretations held more of the same. And soon, our own ceremonies caused our God to give up, and destroy itself. We cried, we did many rituals and ceremonies to bring him back, but we failed. Then, to our horror, life itself began to die. I broke tradition, and called out to any diety willing to listen, to spare my life, and those of my people. Kajeenith, was the only one who answered. I promised to serve him in what ever manner he wished, giving him free reign over my body, my mind, and my soul, if only he would save my people. My people shunned Kajeenith, saying he was not of the traditions, and with their dieng breath, resurected our God long enough for him to Curse me into Eternal Life. But it was not a Curse, for Kajeenith is a wonderful master, and often I find Delight, wandering among the Gardens of his paradise. My, I've talked so long, what of you, what is your story?" She asked.

Time had no sense of passage, but already, in this world, three days had passed, and the scenery had not changed one bit.

Tiberius looked back to see the doll facing him and jumped alittle. "What the fuck...Lady you got some freaky dolls ya know" he said to the doll mistress.

The giggle she uttered was a little more unnerving than a doll staring at him.
Then she reached over and turned Midor around. However, as she did, Midor winked at Tiberius.

"I must admit, your view surprises me. With all I have gone through, I lost my faith in God a lot time ago.
I once was the last of a family that was hated by the old Emperor. I was shunned by everyone, known as the "One with the Red Eye", and spat on in the streets as I lived in a shack and lived on stale bread.
Out of desperation, I forced myself into a Socialist rebel group, where my abilities as a general and my sword skills propelled into the top.
After many years of bitter fighting, I overthrew the decrepit Emperor. It is a long story, one that would take weeks to discuss.
I must admit, I turned on my rebel group and have now waged eternal war on them. They are now close to extermination.
But enough about myself. Your story amazes me. Are you the mouthpiece of a god, or did you become a god yourself? And also, how long have we been here?
I have so many questions to ask, I can only begin with them."
OOC: Tenarius's normal eye is brown, while his great eye is red.

Are you the mouthpiece of a god, or did you become a god yourself? And also, how long have we been here?
I have so many questions to ask, I can only begin with them."
OOC: Tenarius's normal eye is brown, while his great eye is red.

"Ahh, yes, you are not the first to ask those, nor will you be the last. I am the Handmaiden of Kajeenith, his most trusted follower, and high priestess. I am no god, for to be a God, one must have a definate reality upon which to base one's powers. I have none to call my own, and therefore, am goddess of nothing. I am simply a very powerful mortal, given a never ending life, no death can take away, because the only one who could, died with my reality. As to the time, Time flows diffrently in diffrent realities. As an initiate Reality traveler, you feel its effects worse, but i shall have those reversed before we return to your reality. In your reality, no time has passed at all, since we have been been gone, yet here, three weeks have already passed, and we only now reach the great city of Glassea, nammed so, because it has been carved out of a frozen ocean. The one we seek, is beneath the ice." She said. As she spoke, the ground changed, from frozen ground, with great drifts of snow, to a sea that may have well been a great chunk of clear glass, for it froze that quickly at the top. They could see an entire sprawling city beneath them.

Tenarius could feel all six arms of TDP gripping him tightly, as though she were apprehensive of something. Wait, six? didn't she only have two? She peered out the sides, and down below scanning for something. Tenarius could also see her hair had become tangled into exactly six long locks, hopelessly tangled in knots. extra feet and legs had appeared on her. Her hands, all six of them, had sharp claws that were digging slightly into his skin.

Having never ever let anyone get this close to him, Tenarius's left arm moved slightly closer to his sword.
"What is up with you? Is something wrong? And also, from the way you are acting, why are you here? You don't seem to have any interest in fighting."

Instead of answering his questions, she stopped the sleigh, and leaped out of it, leaving him in the blanket. Her black robes were gone, revealing an amazonian stile battle outfit. She did indeed have six arms, and had a total of eight legs. Her hair twisted and braided itself, and seemed like four little heads. That's when what she was looking at became appearent.

In some places, there were rumors, and legends, of a haf beast half man runnnig around in the Himelayas. Some said it was friendly, some said it was dangerous. But in the end, no form of proof had ever been given of its existence.

This Reality had similar legends, only they were not of an Abonible snow-man, oh no, they were of the abonible snow-Giant, and it was real, and very territorial, considering the complete length and breadth of the reality it was in its territory. It had never been killed, only ran from, and even The Dark Priestess did not tangle with it unless it was necessary.

It appeared out of a blizzard that came from nowhere. Its great eyes glowed yellow, and its white fur was red with fresh blood from its latest victim. It was insainly strong, and carried a cousin of a giant California Redwood tree as a club, that was almost the same size as the aforementioned tree.

TDP brought her six arms together and drew them apart,creating her staff, determined to drive away the Gi-yeti from her passenger in the sleigh.

Climbing out of the sleigh, Tenarius's eyebrow arched slightly in surprise and amazement.
The witch had changed into- well, let's just say he tried hard not to look at her. Tenarius concentrated on the huge beast, drawing both his swords.
It was immense. Huge, bigger then anything he had ever seen. His eye however, was talking to him now telling it of his power, what it would do to fight him.
Tenarius knew that given his skill, he might be able to beat this beast. But, it would be difficult, and he didn't think it would be a good idea to try.
He would let this witch deal with things.

The Gi-yeti yelled, and with his yell came a small blizzard. TDP cast afire spell and melted it, the Gi-yeti brought down his "Club" and hit Glassea, great cracks spread though it, some of which were under Tenarius. TDP concentrated, and started casting a spell. It finished and manifested as a firebal the size of a small mountain blowing up on the Gi-yeti, the Gi-yeti screamed, and kept trying to smash TDP, who kept dodging his blows. One good smash sent her crashing against the Sleigh, were she slumped over, unconcious.

The Gi-yeti turned its baleful glare upon Tenarius, and brought its club smashing down on him.

OOC: A detailed explanation.
Tenarius' great eye lets him see in advance what his opponents are going to do when they attack. As also shown, it tells him who he can trut and not, and it can also tell him any weak points on enemies and what he has to do.
I'll be explananing what he does in a bit by editing.

OOC: Well for refrence, attacking the Gi-yeti with a common pair of swords is like trying to destroy a tank with a rock. The only weak points common swords can pierce are its eyes. Now, if you can somehow whip up some fire, just about anywhere would be good, but this Reality prevents fire from being made by Normal Scientific means. My suggestion is to use the residual Fire magick in TDP's staff, to bless your swords with fire, and go to town on the Gi-yeti. Your Red eye would tell you how to do it. With fire magick, anywhere is good, but it'll take a while. Besides, TDP's about to get back up...

OOC: Actually, no. The great eye can tell me what an enemy is going to do, but it does not say what I'm supposed to do. That Tenarius has to figure out himself.
It doesn't matter anyway.
IC: Knowing where the club was going to hit,Tenarius leaped out of the way as the huge club smashed down.

Looking up, Tenarius growled.
"Swords are useless here."
He then turned to look on the strange circle carved on his palms. He had no choice. Besides, this would be amusing on this brute.
Snapping his fingers on his left hand, Tenarius sneered.
The air suddenly began to grow very warm......

The Gi-yeti Jumped on Tenarius. It wasn't very smart, and didn't really have very many attacks, it was just insanly strong.

And that's when the club burst into flames, along with the hand holding it.
At the same time, the Tenarius drew one of his swords which currently was on fire.
It wasn't enough, as he did get whacked by the Gi-yeti, sending him sprawling into the sleigh, with bones breaking.
Tenarius laughed in pain as the wounds began to heal themselves.
"That looks like three deaths."

That was also when Tenarius saw something else. TDP was gone. In her place though, was a thing everygit as tall as the Gi-yeti. It had one giant head, and for hair, it had five long Tenticles with a head on each one, each head had purple furr. It hadd six Mammoth arms, one had a sword, in the bottom left, one had a sheild, in the bottom right, the middle two were empty and moved in strange patterns. Magick trailed the hands. The upper left hand had a Bow, with no arrows, and the upper right had the crossbreed between a Spear, and a large Arrow. It had the upper Torso of a Human woman, and was covered only in a Gold Braziere, the lower torso and legs were as a massive black Widow, complete with the Red Hourglass.

The middle right blew out the Gi-yeti's torso with a single spell, killing it, yet still this thing continued on, unable to stop itself. It did things to the Gi-yeti's body, disturbing things that would mentally Scar a weak minded person for a lifetime. suddenly, from behing Tenarius, a massive gust of wind came, and sealed her and the Gi-yeti's body in a massive block of ice.

A woman with a kind smile stepped forward, and Tenarius's eye would tell him she was atleast trustworthy. She wore no clothing at all, what so ever, and her skin was every bit as white as snow. Her heair was frozen blue, as was her eyes. Bits of white ice convienitly covered certain areas.

"Silly woman, she knows she cannot stop herself once she starts fighting, and yet now I hear she has entered a tournament in another reality? And who are you? Are you her the one she has chosen to undergo the mating ritual? you are a brave man indeed to commit Suicide with her just to have children, But then foriegn Marrige rituals always seem strange. Oh, I haven't even introduced myself, I'm known as the Ice Banshee, the mother of the Ice peoples. is the Cold here bothering you?" Ice Banshee asked. Her voice sounded cold enough to take the fun out of an entire summer.

Though his eye told him that this one was trustworthy, Tenarius did not let the flames go out from his sword.
" The cold doesn't matter to me. I've endured worse. But what are you talking of a mating ritual? I am simply one of another reality who that thing that you froze took me.I am in that tournament you speak of, and she took me here. And at any rate, how am I to get back to my reality, now she is frozen?"

"Oh she'll thaw her self out in an hour or so. In the meantime, would you like to see the city of Glassea? Despite surface appearences, its actually pretty nice below. And as the oldest living person in this Reality, I can take you where I wish. As for mating, don't worry, if she didn't spill the beans, nither will I. But anyways, if your going to see other realities, might as well see a few sights, right? By the time we're done, she'll be thawed, and back to normal." Ice Banshee said.

Waving his left hand over the sword, Tenarius extinguished the flames.
Sheathing his sword, he bowed, and smiled.
"Well, given you've frozen my tour guide, I guess I can look in the meantime while I wait for her to defrost. The concept of a city of ice is interesting."

She took a step forward, paused, and muttered something about security.

She paused, and suddenly kissed Tenarius full on the lips. When she was done, he was completly immune to the cold, and it felt like a bright summerday. Also, he could no see in each crystal of ice, life, much like each blade of grass in his reality, was life. All sorts of things became revealed to him. The entire plain shimmered and changed. On the great Glassea was an entire wall of an Ice that did not melt against fire, and was thick enough to stand against stone. He could also see the Ice beneath him moving in a random pattern like melted water. As well, behind him was an entire platoon of well armed guards, looking at him in shock. Varius vehicles moved in and out of gates, made of Iron. A large one was moving towards the Ice block TDP and the dead yeti was in.

"This way." Said one man, who was apparently in charge. He lead the way though the city gates. Everything was made of Ice and Metal. The Ice, was colored, and each color had diffrent porperties. All avenues led towards a central hole in the ice.

While Tenarius had snapped his fingers when the Banshee had kissed him, he had managed to control the flames.
Now, looking at the city, he was quitely impressed.
"This is similar to my Empire, except for ice, there is fire. To think that such an opposite could be right here. Your city amazes me."
He did not say anything about that hole, though he quitely wondered what was in it.

They were lead to a large metal ball. They were seated, and strapped inside. A Crane type vehicle picked them up, rolled over to the Hole, and dropped them.

They fell down, and the walls narrowed to where the ball was rolling, then the tunnel curved and bent looped went around and up and down and was far more thrilling than a Rollar-coaster. How far they went was hard to tell, byut the path abuptly ended, and they flew over a deep pit. The ball turned, so that Tenarius could see a city far, far below.

"We stop there." Ice banshee said.


The ball hit a hill, and bounced off, and landed just at the tip of a hole going down and left. It almost stopped, but there was enough momentum to roll them into the holl, and down they went, right became left, up became down, and Ice banshee got sick three times. Fortunatly it all splattered on the walls. Fimally, after an hour, it rolled to a stop, in a city where there was no ice, just lots of stone, and lots of metal. Some things grew down here but they were kept under guard. The city itself was spread out like a maze.

OOC (again):Soooo....

Tenarius got out, staggered, and then hurled for a long time.
Wiping his mouth, he gave the Banshee a odd look.
"Isn't there a less, um, exciting, mode of transportation? Or are you guys used to throwing up?"

"Their immune to such effects, I'm not, I just jump down. Anyways, don't loose sight of me, its exceptionally cold on the surface, down here, its more reasonable." Ice Banshee said. She was of corse, frost white, with blue hair, her decendants, the Ice peoples, there were blue all over.

She motioned for him to follow, then turned and walked off.

She went left, she went right, she went upstairs, she went downstairs, she went through various shops of every kind. She doubled back on occasion, then finally stopped, and a massive icicle that was so long, its tipp had become one with the floor. The Ceiling of course, was 30 miles up.

"Welcome to my tower, the Palace of Ice. You are the first Male visitor I've had, since he died." Ice banshee said.

Alright guys, after we get the fighters Ri-an has promised us, we are going to start, though I will have to add some myself.

OOC: I have to ICly get them, plus, to the mix, is one surprise, Rahegalhoff the Paladin and Starfire his WarAlicorn. Though no one knows he's coming. Just that, he's already signed up in the Contenders list and no one knows for sure who he is unless they've been to Warhaven, but Death cannot find Rahegalhoff's name in his book, no matter how hard he tries.

Tenarius looked up. The building was tall. Friggin tall. Even the Imperial Watchtower was nothing compared to this. These realities were so interesting, but secretly to him, they were frightening.
None of these emotions showed on his face.
"Do you mean your husband?"
OOC: You know, Ri-an, this stuff has rather surprised me. Creative all right.
But if you're introducing the last characters for this tourney soon, I think it needs to end soon.

Demon 666 is right, you need to hurry this up or get other people in here, everyone else has nothing to do.

OOC: ok.:(

IC:

"Yes. He went out one day, long, long ago, way back when the Realm first began. I had just had our 1,000 child, and a great shaking of the ground occured, sadly, the ground was hungrier than he we were, for a might chasim of something red that was not cold opened up, and swallowed him. I can only assume it was the Blood of the world. I have been alone ever sense. My children have had children, and their children have had children, and today, billions of years later, there are nearly 50,ooo,ooo,ooo of my decendants running around, for I was the first woman." Ice Banshee said. She was that old, yet looked no older than a 26 year old model from the Swedish Bikini Team? my, she was well preserved.

A door in the air opened behind them.

"Ok you two, hurry it up. Father Rekshan and Warfather grate on my nerves with their constant bickering over War and peace." TDP said. She looked about ready to kill.

Inj the backround...

"Yes, but I say, consider the poor farmer who grew those crops, how is he to feed his family if you destroy his field?" said a kind, gentle voice.

"Who cares? The only thing that matters is victory, swift and strong, no mattwer the consequences. If I ran around worrying about every little detail, Warmaster would have destroyed me by now." Said a sinister voice.

"Truely, is it not better to submit, and let another rule, rather than destroy everyone in an infantile attempt to seize victory at all costs?"

"Old man, you best take them words back our I'm going to shove that staff where the sun don't shine." the sinister voice said.

Ok.

"Oh, good, you're unfrozen now. So I assume we're heading back."
Tenarius turned and bowed to the Banshee.
"My thanks for the visit. I am afraid I must depart."

Banshee stepped outside.

"I'm going with you." She said.

OOC: I'm assuming a few things for the sake speed.

IC:

TDP lead them back to the Arena, they were an oddd group. Besides TDP, Tenarius, and Ice Bansee, there was a Solid Green woman, she smelled like the great outdoors. She also had a wild look to her face. Another was a bald man, that appeared to be fifty. He wore robes of earthy colorse. he had on thick glasses, and always had a gentle smile on his face. He appeared no more harmless than a child. Next to him was a man that resembled many legendary warriors, male and female alike, both dood and bad. He wore no armore, just a plain white cotton robe, and carried no weapon, but carried himself as though such things were not necessary. Beside him was a man in darkest armore, carrying a variety of weapons. He seemed to have no temper at all. Next to him was a spark common seeming man. He had no soul, for he was a super complicated AI, crossed with magick powers. He was speaking to a man who spoke in complicated terms, and wore a white scientist lab coat. he had a full white beard and looked like santa clause. Magick and science both seemed to be his specialty.

Finally, they reached the NS door, and all stepped through. The black disapated and it was as though it was never there.

Through the front to the check in came Deuce, son of the World Spirit of Ri-an, minor Chaos entity of music and entertainment.

TDP was about to let them all wander their seperate ways, when appeared into the arena with a brilliant blinding flash, a man in Silver White armor. He rode an Alicorn, a unicorn with wings, and it was pure white, and both glowed with a holy white aura. The Alicorn was so Noble and Regal, it put every other Equine to shame. It was also built like a warhorse. The man carried a shield, which denoted he served the source, from which all things came. His sword was a great sword. He seemed to be unquestionable.


"Finally, I may appear, for soon, the tournament shall begin. As I was commanded, I too shall test mine own strength, and my name has already been writ upon the list of contenders, as it has been upon the book of life." The man said. He rode his horse to a suitable waiting area.

TDP shrugged, and everyone dispersed, leaving Tenarius to his own devices.

"Well, that crazy shit is over now?" thought Tenarius.
"I think I'm going to just take a nap. That was rather interesting."
Then a courier ran up.
"My Emperor-a telegram from Yerellkov."
Tenarius ripped it out of the courier's hands and started reading. As his eyes started scrolling down, they got bigger and bigger, and his hands started to shake.
"He... didn't...."

Bump

OOC: Just waiting for Grunty to start the fighting. In the meantime, why not continue your explorations?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=490165

Three days later

The stands were filled with a multitude of genders, races, and species. Men, women and children had turned out, from the farthest reaches of space to the deepest pits in Hell. Demons, some human looking, others stranger beyond imagination, sat in the stands, across from a party of Seraphs, waiting for a fight. Lizard and cat men sat next to each other, while dragons sat in stands specially built for them. Chalk circles sat in the middle of the Arena, a shield built to contain the powerful blasts and explosions created while fighting. Mithra strode out into the middle of the Arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for a spectacle that comes only once a year, a spectacle that trillions upon trillions of being watch eagerly. This year, we have not as many contestants, but the ones we do have, are more powerful than ever before." The crowd cheered. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the first of the fighters: Ultravox!" A crowd of lizard men started to cheer, as a lizard man wearing a suit of armor and carrying a greatsword and a shield strode into the Arena. Mithra started talking again. "From a diffrent reality, a diffrent place, a Planeswalker, as we in the Arena might sy, a loyal follower of Kajeenith (sp?), God of Nothingness, The Dark Priestess!"

OOc: Ri-an, this is your cue!

The Sky itself darkened and light seemed to be robbed from the world.

From the ground rose a great Gold Door inlaid with the largest gemstones anyone ever saw in their life. A great pounding came from behind it, yet where was the knocker? no one appeared on either side. It opened slowly with a great creaking and a mighty groan.

An impossibly vast room could be seen beyond it, it was larger than even Creation itself. She walked in, she was slightly diffrent than she normally looked. Her hair was still black, and her skin and eyes still white, it was her clothes that were most diffrent. She wore, in her hair, a crown of a reddish metal that contained a dark blue Sapphire.

She wore matching earrings and her ears were kinda pointed. Her clothes were of a dark Red Leather, leaving her arms Bare, worn Halter Top Style, and around her midsection was a peice of Metal Armor,inlaid with Gold, made of Red metal, and set with more Dark Blue Sapphires.

She looked ready to fight, but why would a nice woman like her possibly want to fight?

The Arena reverted to normal
OOC: TDP somewhere in The Infinite Nothing:

http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/TheDarkPreistessofKajeenith.jpg

OOC::eek: Uhh, I'm just announcing the fighters. But whatever you want.

IC: Ultravox slammed his greatsword in the ground. The ground simply sawllowed Jiralyn up, and buried her.

OOC: All it did was bury her under ground.

Tiberius stood, waiting to be announced, checking and double checking his gold plated AK

OOC::eek: Uhh, I'm just announcing the fighters. But whatever you want.

IC: Ultravox slammed his greatsword in the ground. The ground simply sawllowed Jiralyn up, and buried her.

OOC: All it did was bury her under ground.

OOC:you could have simply tg'ed me and asked me to fix it. I assumed you were simply starting the first fight. I will change it, and we will progress as it was going to be. I'll either modify this post again lter, or simply delete it.

OOc: Sorry, but my computer makes it really hard to TG some one, so I stopped trying long ago.