NationStates Jolt Archive

Heaven. Above and beyond the blue skies of ancient Earth have always been a wonder to men and women of all civilizations. People have studied and even worshipped the beauty and awe of space from their small homes on their home. In the heavens lie the great mystery of countless deities that rule over their empires with kindness or an iron fist. Their followers sacrifice countless innocents for appeasement and the gods and goddesses approve and aid the people in times of peace and war. But like all great stories of the past, this begins at the brink of war...

A figure in the mist was seen roaming near Athens. The people had seen him there for the past couple of weeks. A stranger in a dark cloak would walk into the town at night, bypassing the guards and the walls, and just stand at the center of the city, then leave before daybreak. The people were confused and worried that he was an enemy spy checking the city's defenses. In this confusion, they sent their youngest and strongest warrior to follow the cloaked figure and find out what city-state he hailed from. The man waited one fateful night as the cloaked man slinked into the city. This man looked around the city as usually, then stopped. He slowly turned to where the warrior was hiding and stared dead into his eyes. The man looked and saw no face on the phantom. The figure continued staring coldly into his eyes, then turned away and began to leave. The man waited and then followed the figure out of the city, unsure of the danger he would face. After several hours, the figure entered a small cave. The warrior entered cautiously.

"This is quite strange," the warrior said to himself. "The cave should be dark, but it is as brightly lit as if it were day." He heard a noise deep inside the cave.

"That sounded like a woman screaming!" He ran deeper, throwing all caution to the wind. The tunnel continued as if it would never end. Finally, the tunnel opened up to a large cavern, where the figure was floating above a bottomless pit of fire.

"I see you have come to witness the world's undoing young one," the figure spoke. He came closer to the man and spoke once again. "You have come at a glorious time warrior.

"Wha...what are you?" asked the man shakily.

The figure smiled as much as a faceless man could and continued, "You, man whom worships the great Olympian gods, do not know to whom you speak to?" He laughed bitterly. "I am Thanatos, god of death and son of the dark ones, Nyx and Erebus. I am the harbringer of this world's cleansing." The inferno below Thanatos grew immense and spiraled around the god.

"Cleansing? what are you talking about?" yelled the man.

"Hehehe...pitiful youth..." He rose his hand and the flames began surrounding the warrior. "You will know soon enough,"

The fire engulfed the warrior. His screams echoed throughout the entire cavern, only matched by the evil laughter of Thanatos. The god looked down at the pit and spoke, "Worry not titans of the past. I have located the means to let you loose upon the world to spread the glory of destruction and pain to every man and woman." The fires grew intense, as if it were happy to here the proclaimation of freedom.

OOC The OOC thread is below, to keep down chatter in the main thread

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11604497&posted=1#post11604497

From above the Earth, deities from countless civilizations watched in horror at what Thanatos was conjuring. Different gods and goddesses met with one another to end the dawn of destruction before it began.

One such deity was named Yaya, the culmination of two deities, Yocuhu and Atabey. Yaya feared the worse for the people of Boriken and thus called upon the winged messenger, Guataubá.

"Creator Yaya! It is a pleasure to meet with you after such a long time," Guataubá said loyaly

"Guataubá, we have little time for such pleasantries," replied Yocuhu, the male half of Yaya.

"I apologize Creator. Why have you summoned me?"

"The Earth is faced with an incredible crisis," answered Atabey, the female half of Yaya. A god of another civilization has unleashed an entire legion of demons upon the world in a kingdom called Athens. This army will spread and give a hold to his reign over Earth. But that is not the worst of it."

"What else is wrong?"

"Thanatos plans on unlocking the greatest threat to all of Earth: the Titans."

"But he knows not of where the 12 keys are! And if he did, he cannot touch them for only mortal hands can use them!"

"Incorrect messenger. Thanatos knows of their whereabouts and is recruiting champions of the Earth to locate these keys and bring them to him. This is why we must act quickly before he finds the keys."

"Then what shall we do?" asked Guataubá.

"We must summon the other deities and call upon their aid for champions. We shall also send our own champion to locate the keys before Thanatos can," said Yaya as one. "We need you to find the woman known as Anacaona. She shall be the one chosen as our champion. All we can do now is wait for the other gods to help."

"Yes Creator. I shall go at once."

Guataubá flew from the plane of Yaya towards the island of Boriken, a distant island in a world unknown to all others, in search of the woman known as Anacaona...

The island of Boriken lay in the mist, far away from all worlds of swords and sorcery. The sun shone bright over the green forests and high mountains. It was surrounded by the clearest, bluest waters with ivory white sand beaches bordering the land from sea. On one such beach stood a beautiful woman. This woman was Anacaona.

"I believe I see them!" yelled Anacaona.

"Really? Where?" asked Toa, her little brother.

"There, in the horizon," Anacaona pointed at the Piragua' (longboat) approaching. It was the fishermen that had left two day before. Many of the Taino were worried about them since the storm yesterday, but Anacaona's face shone as they docked onto the beach. Anacaona and Toa ran towards the boat and jumped on one of the men.

"Brother!" yelled Anacaona and Toa onto the larger man.

"Anacaona! Toa! I have missed you two so much!" yelled their brother Nagua. "We caught a big catch after the storm swept through. Come, let me show you."

From afar, the bohito (shaman) sat still in her hut and closed her eyes.

"Guataubá..." she whispered, "I sense you are nigh. Please, show yourself unto me."

"Taino-te," repleid Guataubá, landing upon her shoulder. "I have come bearing news about Anacaona. It is urgent that I speak with her."

* * *

The moon blanketed the island in its white glow as Anacaona walked into the bohito's hut.

"Grandmother, you have called me from my brother's arrival party. What is so urgent?" The bohito sigh deeply and pointed to the rainbow bird perched on the window. Anacaona bowed quickly in the presence of the messenger.

"Rise Anacaona," said Guataubá. "Rise so that you may claim your destiny."

Anacaona rose slowly, almost scared of the great messenger.

"Follow me young one,"

Anacaona and Guataubá walked outside of the hut. As Anacaona looked out, she saw that she was not on her island, but in a black void, surrounded by stars and clouds.

"Whe...where am I?" asked Anacaona, her question resonating across the heavens.

"You are on top of Yunque', the great mount of Atabey and Yucahú," replied Guataubá. "It is here that you must claim your destiny."

Mist surrounded Anacaona, blanketing her in its suffocating thickness. Out in front of her was the supreme, Yaya.

"Anacaona," said Yaya, both Atabey and Yucahú made into one, "You are needed in a matter of pure life and death."

"Life and death? What do you mean?" Anacaona asked with fear in her voice.

"The balance between good and evil has faltered. An evil god of another race is trying to unleash the greatest evil over all lands."

"Another...race?"

"Look below you," Anacaona saw below her the world, in all of its beauty and all of its entirety. Like a blue gem it shone to her. She could see other cities and other people, some lighter than her with golden flowing hair, while others were darker with shorter hair, even bald. "You are but a small part in this world of other men and other gods. There are more than us that have created you. But all of this creation is threatened by a god named Thanatos. He is locating means by which to unlock the greats demons of all of our civilizations. Already legions of monsters are following him and searching for the Keys to the Titans that only mortals can touch. This is why we are sending our own champion to help the other gods' champions stop Thanatos's army."

"But what can I do?" asked Anacaona.

The mist began to glow as it circled Anacaona. It entered her mouth where she began choking to death. Anacaona tried to breathe, but the mist was killing her slowly until at last, it removed its hold on her.

"We have granted upon you the ability to summon the great animal guardians of our tribe," said Yaya. "With this you can stop the monsters from unleashing hell on earth. This power only needs to be activated by saying Gua'rico guaki'a and then the guardian's name. This power shall also lift up the curse of Babel, allowing you to speak to any man, woman, and child. Now go young one."

"I thank great Yaya. I shalln't fail you. Not now, nor ever," replied Anacaona softly. Guataubá flew towards the mist as Anacaona followed, unsure of what may happen next...

Snow was something that Naglfar hated more than rain. He was so cold that he thought his beard would freeze off. “Damned snow,” he grumbled. The tall Viking walked over craggy rocks and through heavy fur trees. The wind howled likes a great wolf and the hail was only just starting to fall.

Naglfar stepped over a large log and almost fell face first into a snow drift, but his shield caught on a limb and kept him from falling over. “Damn thee Loki!” With a grim tone Naglfar let out a spew of expletives at the trickster god’s expense. With a series of swings of his weight he managed to fall off the limb and into the drift. Then he went through the arduous job of digging himself out which took a short time, his anger giving him and drive and his curses keeping the wind’s noise down.

He walked out of the ravine and came to what looked like a wide plan. On the far side was a great cave in the side of a rock face. “About time I found somewhere to sit this out!”

With a great amount of enthusiasm Naglfar walked across the stretch of open ground and pulled his red cloak close about him. His great axe, strapped across his back, was a reassuring weight as it jingled against his shield. When he reached the darkened cave he pulled out a torch that he had kept in an oil skin pouch and got out of the wind. Within a few moments with tender and stone, he had it blazing. Light flooded into the cave and allowed him to see that it was empty but led deep back into the rock.

“Hmm, never been here before, wonder what is at the end?” Naglfar had a great, and some people said foolhardy, drive to explore the curious. He took his torch high and drew out his sword. He walked down further into the cave until the sound of the storm outside receded into the background. Naglfar walked back into the cave for a long time.

He passed over rocks and stones until he suddenly saw light further along down the tunnel. He put out his torch and crept along silently. He peeked around the edge of the wall and found a fire ablaze. A hooded and balled up figure sat next to the fire covered by a black cloak. A wooden staff, like those carried by the old, stood against the nearby wall.

“Come closer Naglfar of the Bori tribe. No need to be shy,” came a craggy woman’s voice. “And you can put your sword away as well. It would do you little good against me.”

Naglfar managed to get his voice back into his throat and answered. “Who are you?”

The figure rose and grew larger than he originally thought. In fact it was taller than he was. When the cloak fell off a great light sprang forth and before him stood a tall warrior in gold mail armor. A great helm with wings sat atop his head and a golden beard fell across his chest. In his hand was a great hammer that shined and hummed with an inner life.

“What is my name?” the figure asked. Naglfar fell to his knees and dropped his sword, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Thor,” he whispered.

“Indeed,” rumbled Thor’s voice. “I am He. I greet you brave warrior. You have been an ardent follower of mine and a great warrior. I have basked in the hundreds of souls that you have sent to me with the edge of your axe. But now you must serve a different task other than defending your tribe.”

Naglfar looked up. “What is it my Lord?”

“The god Loki has escaped from his prison. The Titans, ancient beings of old, are being set loose by him and the Greek god Thanatos. I am sending you as my servant and champion to stop Loki.”

“Loki! Damn him! But…how am I to stop a god…let alone Titans?” asked Naglfar. The whole idea of speaking to Thor alone was mind boggling, yet Naglfar had been a warrior priest and had spoken with the gods before while in the heat of battle when he went berserk.

“I shall give you power as my champion. Here, put forth your axe,” commanded Thor. Naglfar did so at once. He pulled the tall 3 foot axe head around from his back and held it out with a single hand, though no other man could do even that. Thor held forth his hammer and touched it upon the axe blade. Light flashed and a crack like thunder erupted. The axe shone just as the hammer did. Thor smiled and pulled his hammer away.

“Take back your axe,” he said. Naglfar did so and he found that his axe felt like a feather in his hand. Amazed he flicked it back between his hands, as a child did with a ball. It had been forged from 23 pounds of fallen heaven steel and few men among the Bori tribe were able to even lift it with both hands, let alone one.

“What did you do?” Naglfar asked.

“I have give your axe the powers of my hammer. It will give you the strength of ten men so long as you hold it. Only those with true Viking blood will be able to gain its power. In another man’s hand it is as it was before,” said Thor. “And when you cast it at an enemy it will fly true and strike at a distance. When it has hit, for it will hit, it will fly back to your hand. Its strike will come with a bolt of thunder only 10 times. No more than that, for mortals are seldom allowed to wield such power, and as such you may use this thunder only 10 times.”

“How do I use it then?” asked Naglfar.

“Simply call upon my name,” said Thor with a smile. “And now I must send you away to begin your journey.”

“What!?”

“Have a good time and also I will give you the gift of tongues, that will keep you out of some trouble,” said Thor, his large grin still in place. He snapped his fingers and fog formed up snaking around Naglfar’s body.

“Wait, where are you sending me?” yelled Naglfar. He suddenly lost all sight of the cave and Thor’s image disappeared. For moments all was black.

When he could see again Naglfar found himself standing in the middle of a field. It was ground into lines like it was plowed by cattle. But instead of grain, strange shoots of green were coming up out of it. When he turned he saw three small and dark skinned people standing there with simple cloth skirts covering their privates and wearing strange coned hats. They were staring at him with wide eyes, which seemed oddly oval instead of round. When he began walking forward they screamed and ran away toward a hill where fire-side smoke was coming from and Naglfar could see the tops of roofs.

“Least the snow is gone,” he grumbled.

sword step out of the pub he was pissed and his two pet wovles know he was help him the best they can
they all were heading for home it be a long trip back to germany after all these years in the roman army

Anacaona continued through the mist, following Guataubá into the unknown The haze got lighter and lighter as she trekked through.

"Where am I going?" Anacaona asked. Guataubá stayed quiet and continued flying.

The mist finally lifted and she could see the new land. There were light pink trees surronding the land. The small pink leaves or petals rained unto the ground in the light breeze. The air felt weird. It wasn't damp and hot like in Boriken. There wasn't a word for it in her language, but the air felt like it was biting her skin. She began to shake.

"What is wrong with me?" she panicked aloud.

"It is normal Anacaona," said Guataubá. "You are feeling the cold. It isn't so bad here. In some places it gets worse than this."

Anacaona looked around to see people working in the fields. These people were her size and had a strange, yellowish tan to them. Their eyes were a bit narrow and they were somewhat short. There was a loud noise.

Afar, Anacaona could see a commotion in a small village. There was a huge man, very light with golden hair and a huge hatchet in his hand. The other people were running from the behemoth. This could be bad, thought Anacaona.

tiwaz the german of war came out of no were
"sword i need your help"said tiwaz
"hey hi there hows it going"said sword
"sword the world needs you" said tiwaz
" why do oh think iam going the be sick" said sword who turn and be sick
"oh thats bad i think i came back when you are better"said tiwaz who just goes

Chichen Itza,
Yucatan Peninsula,
Central America

The omen was seen by many all across the land. Shaped like an ear of maize, it blazed in the center of the night sky, seemingly bleeding fire, drop by drop. Priests and magicians interpreted it to mean there was a tumult in heaven, and more sacrifice was needed. That was always their interpretation.

* * *

The dying light of the setting sun reflected off of the pearl-white surface of the sacbe. Running through the center of the city-state of Chichen Itza, the road was unusually resplendent with color. Hundreds of priests and nobles lined the causeway, solemnly marching to the end. Brilliant reds, blues, greens and golds shimmered as they moved in time with their ornately decorated bearers.

At the fore of the column strode a figure of sheer beauty. The very best finery from every corner of the Mayan world bedecked his well-muscled frame, from solid gold nose-piercings and jade ornaments to the highest-quality tattoos available. A great, feathered headdress sat atop his shoulders, seeming to make him ten feet tall. So grand was this display that even the birds in the air came to know jealousy.

The procession was nearing the end of its journey. Ahead loomed the gaping maw of the Sacred Dz'ont (cenote) and the warrior’s destiny. To be selected as an offering to the rain god Chaac was a magnificent honor indeed, and the warrior knew it. The column stopped, and the priests fanned out, beginning their rituals. Small trinkets and works of art were thrown into the murky green water, sinking to the lair of the rain god as preparation for the main sacrifice.

Clouds of incense floated gently above the dz’ont as the priests chanted their hymns. The crowd was deathly silent, preparing for the culmination of the ceremony. The plainsong grew urgent as the voices of the men were raised. At the zenith of the chant the warrior ran forward and hurled himself into the air. Like a fleeting rainbow, he arced skyward in a blinding display of faith. But even the greatest of rainbows has an end, and this one was no exception. The crowd stared down into the dz’ont, watching the rippling waters subside.

But the waves grew in violence the longer they watched. Within moments the waters were frothing and boiling, surging up the limestone walls with such ferocity even the priests cried out in horror, fearing the sacrifice had offended the gods. The people ran backwards, tripping over each other in a desperate attempt to get away. And in a flash of steam and spray something leapt from the abyss.

Like a bird soaring into the sky the monster flew upwards. Feathers grander than any seen on earth shone and shimmered along its entire length as dewdrops slid down their tips. As the beast hit the apex of its jump, it curved earthward, and with a mighty thump, slammed into the surrounding forest, coiling itself around the watery pit’s boundary.

Turning to the fleeing Mayans, it revealed its face. The head of the serpent was that of a handsome young man, but the eyes were full of the wisdom of ages, far beyond the understanding of mere humans. With the grace of a god, the thing lowered its head and placed the dripping warrior on the ground.

“Ahkal Ohl Mat,” it said, addressing the dazed man, “I am Gukumatz, Kukulcan, and Quetzalcoatl. I am the triune being, and I am your god.” The warrior fell on his face, urgently paying obeisance.

“How do you know my name?” Ahkal carefully questioned.

“I know all,” replied the sage wyrm. “Ahkal, I have accepted your people’s sacrifice on behalf of Chaac, but I cannot allow you to progress to the next plane. We have need of you here.”

“We, Lord?” queried the warrior.

“The gods. There are many, many more than you know, youth. In your twenty-seven years of life, you have traveled to the far corners of the lands of your people. You have seen many things, and experienced much. But I say to you, you have seen nothing. Now, be silent! I have much to tell.”

And so the warrior listened to the god, enthralled by his story of intrigue and warfare, of passion and love, of greed and sacrifice. Quetzalcoatl told him of Loki and Zeus and Thor and Hel. He told him of Isis and Ra and the Titans and of Thanatos. And He told him of the keys.

“That is why we need you here, Ahkal,” concluded the Plumed Serpent.

“But what can I do against such forces?”

The god shook his head. “I will give you gifts, warrior, for you to use. Crawl forward and reach into my feathers.” Ahkal did as he was bid, his hands parting the velvet covering of his god. Pulling as hard as he could, Ahkal withdrew… something.

“It is a blessed Micomitl and bow. Use them as you would any other, but notice that the quiver never wants for arrows, nor the bow for a new string. Any object that touches the stone of your body or the stone of your weapon will become as you. Only they will be inanimate, for no stone may live without my blessing.”

“Stone of my body?” Ahkal said, slowly.

“Mere weapons are not enough, young one,” smiled the snake. “No, something more is required…” Lunging forward in the blink of an eye, the serpent blew a mighty breath directly in front of Ahkal. Startled, he jumped backwards, but by then it was too late- he had consumed dragon breath.

Horrified, he watched as the tips of his fingers turned green, then his fingers, and his hands, and his lower arms... “What, what’s happening to me?” he screamed. The serpent god laughed.

By now Ahkal’s limbs were solid jade, but that was not the only change taking place. His bones, eyes, veins, teeth and nails were slowly becoming gold, and great feathers sprouted from his scalp. Ahkal dropped to his knees in agony, tearing at his head with cold, stone fingers as golden nails scratched against jade. The serpent listened to his screams with mild displeasure.

After some minutes, He grew tired of the act and willed Ahkal to rise. Stirring from his fetal position, the warrior stood, slowly, painfully, and glared at the snake with dull, yellow, pupil-less eyes.

“I… am yours,” submitted Ahkal.

“Excellent,” said the serpent, bringing his face down near His champion. “There is another matter we must now discuss. Surely you agree with me that the poor hiding of the keys is the fault of the other pantheons. Should something not be done about this? Perhaps it would wise to collect the keys and bring them to me.” The last sentence was a statement, not a question.

Ahkal bowed, his joints grinding horribly. Satisfied, Kukulcan began to recede into the dz’ont. Almost as an afterthought, He suddenly snatched the still warrior in his jaws and dragged him down.

* * *

Mountains north of Naniwa,
Japan,
Asia

The warm, natural waters of the onsen were unusually active. Passersby noticed that the water even overlapped the banks, something it had never done before. Dismissing it as an odd event but nothing more, they continued on their way. Just to be on the safe side, bathers moved to other, nearby springs for their needs.

As the last of them began to get out, Ahkal Ohl Mat suddenly sprung from the seemingly shallow depths, perfectly dry and with a mission in mind.

The city of Osaka was a peaceful one, beautiful in every detail. Every cherryblossom tree, every house, every flower was as if it were in a fantasy land of hope and peace. It is ironic that such a land of beauty could birth one of the greatest and most hated warriors of Japan.

The man looked out from afar unto his homeland. "I am no longer welcome," he thought. "Every child fears me. Every woman hates me. Every man wants to kill me to remove the shame I have brought to this shame of a society that worships war as if it were art. So why do I find myself always coming back?"

"Maybe it is because you are searching for an honor to fight for, Hasekura Raijin," Hasekura turned to see a small dove perched on a tree. He drew his sword at the bird.

"What manner of sorcery is this?" Hasekura demanded.

"Quite the demanding one. Not many would have such courage to talk to a god in such a manner," the dove left the tree and transformed into the form of a man, adorned in golden robes and eight banners on his back.

"Hachiman. Why do you visit me like this?" Hasekura demanded.

"Ah Hasekura, always so quick. You were once such an accomplished warrior, fighting for the justice of your people and the honor of Japan," spoke the god of war.

"Honor!? You call having my entire squad killed over land honor?" yelled Hasekura.

"No, I call it the foolishness of the shogunate. The task I have for you is of true honor."

"Forget it. I have no wish to help this damn country nor its gods," snarled Hasekura. "Ask someone else."

"You don't understand. This has nothing to do with you or your vendetta. This has to deal with the world. There are more places to protect than just Japan!" yelled Hachiman.

"Then let them save themselves," Hasekura left the god of war to himself.

"He'll come back...he will," said Hachiman.

Hasekura walked away from Osaka. It was time for him to go anyway. From the distance, however, there were people running from the hot springs. Hasekura ran towards the mountain to see a huge jade monster arising from the spring. Hasekura drew his sword and yelled, "HALT!"

A jade-tipped arrow was nocked and ready to be released almost before Ahkal had even perceived the threat. Astounded by his newfound speed, the warrior almost accidentally fired.

The bizarrely-dressed man that had yelled something at him was running now, a strange blade of some kind in his hand. Unlike the wood and obsidian weapons of his people, this one was gray and reflected light in awesome patterns.

“Stay your bow,” whispered something in the back of Ahkal’s mind, and he found himself unable to do anything but submit. “He is a friend, warrior. At least, for the moment.” Mentally bowing to whichever god had spoken these things, Ahkal lowered his weapon and stepped out of the warm mineral water. To his immediate consternation, the ground beneath his bare feet flashed to jade.

This could be a problem, he thought.

Anacaona ran towards the golden haired man with the strange weapon in hand. This could be one of the champions Yaya had told me about, she thought.

The villagers had already run away from the man. Three men with katanas appeared to him. They looked very angry and spoke with their hands on the sword.

"HALT!! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND SURROUNDER IN THE NAME OF THE SHOGUNATE!!" yelled the biggest one, which was still small compared to this man.

Anacaona made it to the man and stood beside him to protect him, although it is obvous that he did'nt need it.

sword awakes up with one hell of a hangover
"oh i feel like shit"said sword to his wolves
the god tiwaz looks down form above
" i give him to lunch" he says to himself

Hasekura kept the sword sheethed as he approached the jade golem with caution. This creature was turning everything he touched into jade.

"If I am not careful, this creature will be the end of me," Hasekura said to himself. "Stay right there demon! No one needs to die today. Especially not me. What do you want?"

From afar, someone was watching the happenings of Hasekura, Akhal, Anacaona, Sword, and Nagfar with great focus and intent.

The cheif deciple of god awoke from a deep sleep. His lords world needed him, something was afoot.

sword had killed same game for lunch and was eating it when tiwaz stand in front of him in a flash sword had his longsword out
"who are you tell me now or i will kill you for my protect"said sword
"iam the god of war tiwaz"said the god
"what you think iam a ass"said sword
"let me show you"said the god who showed sword that he was the god of war
" ok now we need to talk"said the god
"ok can we talk over lunch"said sword
"whay not"said the god
both sat down and started to talk over lunch

Ahkal Ohl Mat had no idea what was going on. He was still disoriented from his encounter with the Serpent God, and now he found himself in a strange land where they spoke gibberish. Trying to calm himself, he went to brush back his hair, but instead recoiled. The multi-colored Quetzal feathers growing out of his scalp were far removed from the black locks that had been there before.

Taking another step forward, Ahkal winced as yet more land froze. “Do you serve Chaac?” he addressed the others, speaking very slowly and deliberately.

sword and the two wolves were not in gaul they were in same other nation were the poeple were looking at them before the god sent him the god give him new weapon and armour

Anacaona ran towards the golden haired man with the strange weapon in hand. This could be one of the champions Yaya had told me about, she thought.

The villagers had already run away from the man. Three men with katanas appeared to him. They looked very angry and spoke with their hands on the sword.

"HALT!! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND SURROUNDER IN THE NAME OF THE SHOGUNATE!!" yelled the biggest one, which was still small compared to this man.

Anacaona made it to the man and stood beside him to protect him, although it is obvous that he did'nt need it.


Naglfar was a still standing in the field when three men in colored clothes came rushing at him. He automatically noted that they were obviously of a higher class than the few that ran away from him. That and they wore swords at their wastes. They brandished those swords at him now.

"HALT!! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON AND SURROUNDER IN THE NAME OF THE SHOGUNATE!!" yelled one of them. They brandished their little curved swords and had frightened and authorative looks. That Naglfar understood the man at all meant that Thor had really given him the power of tongues.

Naglfar was about to reply when he sensed someone behind him and turned to see a beautiful girl with dark oak-wood colored skin. "Oh, great," he said quietly. He turned back to the three men and unslung his great axe and brandished it at the three men.

The axe was as large as the entire torso of each of the men, and its size was something that Naglfar wanted to get across.

"Why do I have to put my weapons down?" asked Naglfar. "And what is a 'shogunate'?"

"Chaac?" Hasekura questioned. It was obvious this monster couldn't speak Japanese. Keeping his sword in hand, Hasekura put out his hand as a gesture of peace.

* * *

The samurai stared at the mostrous axe in fear. Each one dropped their swords and fled from the man, yelling along the way.

Anacaona just stared at the man and said, "You are quite the big one, aren't you?" She was unsure if the man had the curse of Babel lifted and wondered if he could understand her. She took out of her small pouch a golden flower and gave it to the man as a sign of peace. "Here, take this," she smiled.

Behind the viking and the american, something had been waiting to strike. Something that was hungry. The creature leaped towards the two to kill for its master.

"arrr"yelled sword as he attack another thing near a gourp of people
a claw hit his shield

OOC let the gods make it so they speck the same

"Chaac?" Hasekura questioned. It was obvious this monster couldn't speak Japanese. Keeping his sword in hand, Hasekura put out his hand as a gesture of peace.

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The samurai stared at the mostrous axe in fear. Each one dropped their swords and fled from the man, yelling along the way.

Anacaona just stared at the man and said, "You are quite the big one, aren't you?" She was unsure if the man had the curse of Babel lifted and wondered if he could understand her. She took out of her small pouch a golden flower and gave it to the man as a sign of peace. "Here, take this," she smiled.

Behind the viking and the american, something had been waiting to strike. Something that was hungry. The creature leaped towards the two to kill for its master.

A blindness crept over the two as the angel of death apeared in the path of the creature. Striking it down with his sword. Sight returned to Them as the angel turned. Speaking in the language of god both could understand him. "You have a task that I wish to help you in. This incounter may seem strange to you but trust me. God is with both of you. Chosen you are."

OOC The speech thing is called the Curse of Babel. The gods have to lift it. Mine did which is how Anacaona can talk and understand the warriors.


Anacaona saw the demon on the ground, slain by the man. She turned to the forest. She could hear more in the forest.

"We must prepare ourselves," she said. The demons were approaching. It sounded as if there were an entire army of them encroaching on their position.

Hasekura grew frustrated with the jade beast. Why can it not understand him, he thought.

"Because he is from another land," Hachiman walked towards the two. He pointed his hands, one at Hasekura and the other at Ahkal. In both Japanese and Mayan he spoke, "I lift from your voice the curse of Babel. May you two now speak amongst each other as brothers." Hachiman looked at Hasekura and said, "You are now apart of this quest. Go yound warrior."

Hasekura looked upon Ahkal and with his new ability to speak all languages said, "So brother, what is going on?"