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In the Scandinvan Empire the wealthy consortium of industrialists and capitalists now had formed into a secret society called the Order of Et’ Miaot Giea. With that formation they gathered sixty five billion dollars in order to gather a large expedition to find the ancient site where a treasure of unparalleled size was buried and guarded by a mysterious ancient order that ever feed the treasure to grow and killed all, save the Emperors, who even gained a good idea where it was hidden. Also, to add to its secrecy all the clues were in High Valgardian, a nearly undecipherable language which was know only to maybe a unknown few hundred at the most, and any information about the hidden treasure were legends that were of practically little use despite being translated by the best persons in symbolism and myth translation in the world.

So they began to organize an expedition of the finest linguists, archeologists, historians, adventurers, soldiers, and professors in the massive Scandinvan Empire many of whom were also credited with being the best in the whole of the world. This team was not yet complete as there were still three people abroad who the financers of it wanted them to join so letters were sent in through secret and the most secure of means:

To Leonti Artur,

We have looked at your achievements and education and have decide to offer you a chance to make a name for yourself around the world and a chance to make a wealth for yourself on a scale far beyond your wildest dreams. So that is why we are offering you a place on our expedition with a upfront agreement of eight million dollars and an offer in a percent of any gold or silver uncovered.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

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To Black Sword,

We are in a need of a number of your finest soldiers in an expedition as we are currently working a very dangerous operation which will require skilled soldiers such as the ones that you have offer. We are willing to pay two million for every soldiers that you send.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

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In the ghetto were mister West lived a group of men dressed in black armor and coats approached the door of his ‘humble’ home where one of them, who was there leader, knocked on the door trying to get his attention.

Treasure Contents:
500 tons of gold
800 tons of silver
320 tons of precious stones
10 archives of books
Details on how to achieve immortality
How to build a chaos machine
The Fire of Atlantis
The Spear of Destiny: Grants the user the ability to never be killed or harmed in battle.
The Spear of Achilles: Gives the user 20 times their original strength, skill, and speed.
The Sword of Agamemnon: Ability to command any army in perfect unsion.
Neptune’s Trident: Commander over all water in sight.
The Thunderbolts of Zeus: Able to literally through lighting at people.
The Army of Atlantis: Army of monstrous machines which are inhumanely powerful.
The Demons of Hell: Fiery servants of great power who will follow any command.
The Original Book of Genesis: Gives the person insight into all the past, and the future.
The Tome of Odin: Grants the person the wisdom and strength of Odin.
The Rod of the Sun God: Gives control over elemental fire and light.
The Lance of the Immortals: Gives the holder the power to know what others are thinking and the ability to fly in a powerful force shield of light.
The Eye of Gnash: Gives the user the ability to be omnipresence.
The Ship of Ra: The user can travel anywhere in the world instantly.
Thor’s Hammer: The user can cause great damage with sound waves and is also able to garner the strength Thor himself.
The Bow of Artemis: The user fires energy arrows of great accuracy and with the ability to destroy entire neighborhood.
Limitless other artifacts


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To: Order of Et’ Miaot Giea
From: Spectre, Black Sword command

We have received your request for some of our finest mercenarys. For your offer of two million dollars per man, we can send you one of our most capible commanders and a group of four other men as his support team.

The commander's name is Tyrone Heights and he has never failed in ANY objective he has been given. Our men will bring their own equipment and nessasary provisons for this operation, their loyalty will be yours for the price that you are paying for them, have no worrys when it comes to that, the company assures you.

They will be breifed and dispatched immeaditly to a location of your choosing.

Thank you for your buisness, you will not be dissapointed.

Signed,

Spectre

The sum of twenty million has been sent to cover any further prices as well as the amount offered by you. As well, we wish for you to send them to a secret airport at the coordinates that come with this message.

Further, we wish to tell you that you should tell them they will most certainly face creatures of unparalleled strength and possible danger posed by them.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

The sum of twenty million has been sent to cover any further prices as well as the amount offered by you. As well, we wish for you to send them to a secret airport at the coordinates that come with this message.

Further, we wish to tell you that you should tell them they will most certainly face creatures of unparalleled strength and possible danger posed by them.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

To: Order of Et’ Miaot Giea
From: Spectre, Black Sword Command

We are much abliged, the nessasary equipment will be shipped with your soldiers.

Standard issue kit: Mercenary support squad-

Digital dessert camo/urban cammo/artic uniforms-(Goretex combat boots)
Kevlar helmets
goggles
night vision
kevlar vests
knee pads
elbow pads
gloves
tac vest
mess kit
canteen
Individual communication tech
Repeling equipment
Base command radio equipment
Ruck sack-complete with sleeping bags and ground sheets
Indivdual GPS
High powered flashlights
Personel effects

Weaponry:

3-C7A2 Assualt rifles-(maximum modifications)
1-Tactical shot gun-(Maximum modifications)
5-Beretta M9's-Extra ammunition
1-H&KP3000
1-MP5K Submachine gun-extra ammunition
5-Combat knives
20-Frag grenades
10-Smoke grenades
C4
4-LAWS

Roster:

Commander: Tyrone Heights
Support 1: Andrew Cox
Support 2: Marc St Clair
Support 3: Alex Sanchez
Support 4: Mike Mcdonald

Our men are ready for what ever challanges they must face, the payment has been made therefore the men are under your command. If more supplys are needed commander Heights will notify HQ and request them to be delivered ASAP.

We have received the co-ordinates and the men are boarding the C17 Globemaster that will take them to the specifyed location immeaditly. These men are some of the best we have to offer.

If anything else is required do not hesitate to ask...

Good luck and god speed,

Signed,

Spectre

To: Spectre, Black Sword Command

We shall now await for them to land and we shall also give you a stake in any non-historically important artifacts that we find if we succeed.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

"This is super-six four, we are making our desent now, over"

A CH-17 Globemaster dropped out of the clouds and moved foward touching down on the runway, the tires screeched and the engines powered down as the massive planes brakes eased on causing it to slowly roll to a stop at the end of the runway, the pilot turned it around then it went silent.

The rear cargo door opened slowly and four fully armed and fully equiped mercenarys strolled out in two's following their commander, Tyrone Heights who stood in front of them as they fell into formation,

"Men! atten-tion!"

The merc's came smartly to attention and Heights waited to be addressed....

As the light shown a large camp had been set up around the runway to serve the many aircraft that were now brining in more soldiers and for the long journey that would be ahead. As for the camp in were hundreds of people, mostly soldiers, that were going every which preparing for their soon departure from the camp and into a largely untamed wilderness.

At the lower of the plane however stood a tall man and said to the mercs,” Welcome to the base camp and I am pleased to welcome here yourself. Your mission here will be to guard the camp and the non-soldiers from attacks during the mission. As well, for the time unpack in a barracks of your choosing and relax before the mission begins.”

Tyrone stood as tall as the man in front of him, his thick muscular figure visible as he pushed his chest out standing at attention,

"Thank you sir! Commander Tyrone Heights and my men are all acounted for sir!"

"I will have my men unpack immeaditly and our orders are quite clear at this time"

He turned on his heel to address the men,

"Alright boys! we set up in that barracks over there...i want everything unloaded and unpacked in one hour fifteen minutes!"

"Yes sir!" They replyed

"Disss-missed!"

The men fell out then rushed back into the plane....

"Would that be all sir?"

Tyrone asked after he turned back around to face the man in front of him...

The man replied,” No soldiers you and your unit are dismissed until further notice.”

With that he gave him a classic salute and then proceed to leave the air strip to go to the command center of the entire expedition where he was acting as a military advisor to the expedition and also as one of the few people who truly even had a decent knowledge of this lonely place.

Knock, knock, knock

West tilted his head like a reptile. Someone at the door? But who? West peered at his gloves, covered in the blood of his last patient...who was still down below howling in agony. "Be answer in second!" He rushed to the sink and tried to wash the blood off his hands. He wasn't scared, as the locals sometimes came by for cures or help with medical problems. West had even made some quick cash teaching them how to set up meth labs and performing surgery.

Before opening the door, West checked his pocket, finding the revolver he had used often to dispatch his experiments, which now might be turned into a weapon of defense. Afterall, he was in a dangerous place, and a whacko might try to burst in to find some cash.

Dr.Vladimir West opened the door and was shocked to find men in black armor and coats at his doorstep. His first thought was he had been discovered, but West's face was icy cold, displaying no emotion.

"Is there be problem gentlemen? I have been have to work to attend."

OOC: I'll make a post later tonight.

Knock, knock, knock

West tilted his head like a reptile. Someone at the door? But who? West peered at his gloves, covered in the blood of his last patient...who was still down below howling in agony. "Be answer in second!" He rushed to the sink and tried to wash the blood off his hands. He wasn't scared, as the locals sometimes came by for cures or help with medical problems. West had even made some quick cash teaching them how to set up meth labs and performing surgery.

Before opening the door, West checked his pocket, finding the revolver he had used often to dispatch his experiments, which now might be turned into a weapon of defense. Afterall, he was in a dangerous place, and a whacko might try to burst in to find some cash.

Dr.Vladimir West opened the door and was shocked to find men in black armor and coats at his doorstep. His first thought was he had been discovered, but West's face was icy cold, displaying no emotion.

"Is there be problem gentlemen? I have been have to work to attend."The tall leader of the group, a seven foot tall man, lifted his hood off his head and said to the doctor,” Doctor West, Miskatonic University graduate, ex-soldiers in the Romanian army from which you were dishonorably discharged, expert in electrical stimulus, versed extremely well in the fields of medical science related to life preservations, looked down for your experiments, fleeing from the authorities of your country, an extremely infamous person in certain circles, and a praticoneer in experiments of which may get you killed for if I mention to the people around here. I have by sent here by an organization of peole who share in your pursuit in a viable means of prolong human life to now end. Me and my men have come here to request that you join our employer’s missions back in our own Empire. In exchange they will finance you with 80 million yearly, a steady flow of ‘human resources’, and right to pour over any discoveries our own people come into. Yet, for now I request we stop as I have already given you the info I was allowed to give you in an insecure place, as we do have a safe house a mile away and if you wish to come with us you may, but if you do not respond at the address we leave you within twelve hours you shall never hear from our organization again.”

The small Cesna began it's descent towards the runway. Leonti still couldn't beleive he was here. He couldn't beleive he was actually going after it. The Greatest Treasure Known to man, and god alike. A Treasure so great, that thousands of men have died to try and find it. And now, Leonti was going to become one of those men, well atleast he hoped he wouldn't become one of the thousands that died.

Leonti looked at the letter again and re-read it. Just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or being made a horrible fool of.

To Leonti Artur,

We have looked at your achievements and education and have decide to offer you a chance to make a name for yourself around the world and a chance to make a wealth for yourself on a scale far beyond your wildest dreams. So that is why we are offering you a place on our expedition with a upfront agreement of eight million dollars and an offer in a percent of any gold or silver uncovered.

Signed,
Order of Et’ Miaot Giea

The Order of the Et' Miaot Giea. Weird name, but it holds some cultural semblence. The Scandinavans, had their ways, and this name was just another one it's quirks. Leonti mentally went over some of the other quirks of the Scandinavan Culture. Most of them were lost to those without a basic understanding of their language. Leonti laughed at that thought, since he himself barely understood but one word in the language.

The Cesna's wheels touched the tarmac suddenly, jolting the entire plane. Leonti fumbled the letter, but he caught it before it hit the floor of the plane. As the plane slowed down, Leonti saw outside the windows that there was a welcoming comittee for him. 'Ahh, my employers' He thought dryly. The plane ground to a halt, roughly in front of the Comittee of people. Leonti waited for the door to open and climbed out. He walked towards the people.

A group of men dressed in ornate clothing, as was traditional to the Scandinvan and Valgardian nobility, progressed forward towards Leonti. The tallest person in the group, standing at about seven feet, said to the new arrival,” Welcome Mr. Artur, to our base camp as you know from what little we told we are after an ancient lost treasure that may well make give us the wealth that makes legends.

The purpouse of us hiring you is because you have displayed great intelligence and we hope that you might be of great use to us during our mission. We want you to translate and gain a good grasp of High Valgardian, Though I am a Valgardian I do not speak the language of the Emperors, High Valgardian, yet I do have something that might help you.”

He tossed at Artur a book that was bound is solid silver plating and whose pages were written in a runic tongue of High Valgardian within a dark golden ink. On the opposite page there was a tongue of an out of date Norwegian runes. Then the man said,” Hopefully you can make some heads and tails of this as no one else here has been able to.”

The tall leader of the group, a seven foot tall man, lifted his hood off his head and said to the doctor,” Doctor West, Miskatonic University graduate, ex-soldiers in the Romanian army from which you were dishonorably discharged, expert in electrical stimulus, versed extremely well in the fields of medical science related to life preservations, looked down for your experiments, fleeing from the authorities of your country, an extremely infamous person in certain circles, and a praticoneer in experiments of which may get you killed for if I mention to the people around here. I have by sent here by an organization of peole who share in your pursuit in a viable means of prolong human life to now end. Me and my men have come here to request that you join our employer’s missions back in our own Empire. In exchange they will finance you with 80 million yearly, a steady flow of ‘human resources’, and right to pour over any discoveries our own people come into. Yet, for now I request we stop as I have already given you the info I was allowed to give you in an insecure place, as we do have a safe house a mile away and if you wish to come with us you may, but if you do not respond at the address we leave you within twelve hours you shall never hear from our organization again.”

West's face, partially hidden by the mask, showed no emotion. He didn't even raise an eyebrow. His mind calculated possible outcomes, like a computer with databases of the most macabre kind. "Vell being gentlemen. Housesafe you say eh? You quest excite me...excite very much." He turned back towards his down below, faint screaming still audible. "Allowing me to get things." Dr. West closed the door and climbed down the trap door. Inside the a man was howling, having awoken to find 70% of his organs outside of his body, in strange jars. They were connected to him by strange tubes, and somehow kept him alive. Still, peering into one's open abdomen wasn't good for the nerves. Dr. West pated him no heed, and collected all his important notes and tools. With his reserach papers he could create a lab anywhere, create his tools anywhere, and carry on his work anywhere. He loaded them into a strange backpack of wests own design, a black metallic thing shaped like an air tank.

West walked over to his pateint, checking him over one last time. "Truly a tragedy....I had plans for your brain." West unloaded all 6 shots of his revolver into the mans head, and slipped his gun back into his pocket. As West climbed upward and finally out of the hideious labratory, an acidic gas was realeased, melting everything inside. Nothing would remain but walls and gray goo 6ft deep. West opened the door again, greeting the men. "We must to be going, my attaire not fitted for world outside, yes?"

As they came near the closest road to the good doctor’s house a large limo pulled up in front of it. With that one of the men in a black cloak opened the door to the limo where kept as the others went in first.

Then the leader of the group signaled for the one holding the door to get in. Then the leader said,” Good doctor, enter if you would we will now go to a private airport where a luxury jet awaits to bring us to the base camp.”

"Ah yes, wonderful." West climbed into the car and took his seat, setting his tank upon his lap. His eyes darted to the men around him, studying them intently. He could imagine what thier organs looked like, and even thought about "collecting" a few after his expedition was over. He chose not to make idle conversation as the car pulled away, but opened up his tank and peered over a horribly ancient text.

The cover was formed of human skin, and it was written in a language that had been dead for nearly 6 centuries. But West could read it, and dived into it without a word. His work was all he cared about, and anything that could help his work took precedence over all. He cracked upon a page, and began to read.

Where the dark is blacker than black and a color of its own, where nothing is something, and the dark is yet clearer than light, it was. It had always been there; It thought at those times when it was able to think at all, those short periods of consciousness between eternally seeming periods of what could only be sleep or nonexistence, and maybe It died each time and was reborn, if It could die at all, which It didn't know either. Then It tried to think of Itself, and It knew It had a name, which was Cyaegha, which told It nothing about Itself except that It did exist. It just was, It couldn't be touched in Its somewhere place which was nowhere, but neither could It touch other things.

It could be called evil, if evil would have had a rational meaning to Itys existence, which it hadn't. Rather Cyaegha was something beyond the man-made laws of good and evil, a natural force, or a natural happening like a wood-fire or a tornado, or a storm, or just plain death, something to which no artificial laws apply.

Sometimes during those scarce moments when It was allowed to think, or maybe allowed Itself to think, because It didn't know if the sleep-death periods were or weren't created by Itself, It tried to remember more than Its name. Then there came sights of millenia of blue ice and then of fire-spitting volcanoes, warts on the face of Earth, and it all seemed so utterly stupid and unimportant to Cyaegha that it revolted It, so It went back to death and slumber. Time had no real meaning either, it was just something which went by unnoticed, utterly unimportant to something such as Cyaegha, trapped in Its maybe self- made prison and only by Its mind in contact with the outer reality. And at those times when It was awake, fully awake, It hated, as only something can hate which is beyond good and evil. Its whole consciousness became that hate, because that was the only thing It could do. It saw with eyes that were no eyes, and It heard with ears that were not ears, and It thought with Its whole being because It didn't possess such primitive organs as brains either. Silently It hated.

Through the aeons some of Its alien dreams touched men and drove them gibbering mad. Some were more strongly protected and just felt the outer touches of Its dreams, and tried to interpret then consciously in essays, or used them unconsciously in weird stories. Some authors wrote them down as stories, knowing that the world would never accept such an utterly alien reality. Of course they too were considered as insane, as those who really had been driven mad by Its dreams. None had the knowledge and the possibilities to search for other clues. Because Its name had already been written down long ago, or other names which they thought was Its, carved on limestone tablets; and Its shape had been painted on the walls of subterreanian caves, still waiting to be opened. But Its shape was not real and constantly changed, and later they wrote about It with trembling fingers on ancient scrolls, and still later on parchments, and all were burned when they were discovered. And when some dared to print Its name, the writers and printers were burned together with their books. But some always survived, some always stayed sane or at least partly, and interpreted Its dreams. Some prayed to It, offering It still warm, beating hearts torn out of the bleeding chests of sacrificial victims, and still others cursed It in many languages, but It couldn't care less. It didn't hate then more or less for what they did. It hated then all with Its whole being.

And sometimes Cyaegha dreamed too, dreamed of the others, just like Itself, and yet so different, as ancient as Itself and as hidden as Itself, by aeons of nameless terror. And It wondered where they were.

In hiding, or chained,as Itself? Waiting...always waiting.

Hating...always hating. And the Dark That Waits has 5 who guard the temple and the Dark,and they are called Vaeyen. They are The Black Light, the White Fire which is Blacker than Night, the White Dark which is more red than the Fire, the Winged Woman, and the Green Moon, Who keep and guard Him in His Darkness.

The Nagaäe that serve Cyaegha are earth creatures with toadlike bodies, transparent, with pulsating innards covered only by a thin layer of leathery skin. They have the hind legs of a frog, and the forelegs of a man. They moves crablike, crawling on their lumpy bellies, and pushing with the force of their hind legs, giving themselves direction by muscular movements of their bellies. All four of each one's forelegs are raised mantislike. Their faces consist mainly of bulging eyes and an oversized mouth with two forked tongues.

The limo arrived at a private airport which had been sealed off by people dressed on black armor. Then the limo pulled up near a landed aircraft that was plain white, from which they would go fly them to the base camp.

When the limo stopped the men in it came out one by and one and entered rank and file. As well, then the leader of the group came out and then said to the Doctor,” Here is the aircraft which will bring us to our destination. As well, if you want you make take a break for fifteen minutes to come together before we leave, but otherwise we will would the luggage and leave ASVP.”

Leonti caught the book with an oomph as it hit his chest. He moved the book to his left arm, while he rubbed his chest with his right. He didn't expect that, but it was more his fault then anyone else's. Once he felt that his chest was fine, he looked at the book. It was covered with silver and was leather bound. Quite old looking from the looks of it. He flipped through the first few pages. One side was written in what he knew to be High Valgardian and the other was an out-of use Norwegian Rune that he was only mildy familiar with. He couldn't translate it but he knew it was Norwegian and held some similarities with Norwegian today.

Before Leonti could look at the rest of the pages he was lead to a nearby building. Where Leonti was under the impression he would begin his research. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to find the first clue, but then again. People had been doing this for over 300 years. Not one of those people had found even a shred of the treasure. His prospects didn't look good.

Leonti caught the book with an oomph as it hit his chest. He moved the book to his left arm, while he rubbed his chest with his right. He didn't expect that, but it was more his fault then anyone else's. Once he felt that his chest was fine, he looked at the book. It was covered with silver and was leather bound. Quite old looking from the looks of it. He flipped through the first few pages. One side was written in what he knew to be High Valgardian and the other was an out-of use Norwegian Rune that he was only mildy familiar with. He couldn't translate it but he knew it was Norwegian and held some similarities with Norwegian today.

Before Leonti could look at the rest of the pages he was lead to a nearby building. Where Leonti was under the impression he would begin his research. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to find the first clue, but then again. People had been doing this for over 300 years. Not one of those people had found even a shred of the treasure. His prospects didn't look good.Inside of the research center there were currently dozens of people working in an attempt to gain a slight understanding of written language of High Valgardian. Further, there was rumor that person had recently been killed who was able to understand High Valgardian completely, but had been killed after he agreed to work for the Order on their quest.

Yet, that was put aside by most of them as they fought it was fantasy as there was no proof of it. Then man who had handed him the book said,” Alright, if you would get to work and feel free to gain the help of some of the other people working here, but if you need feel free to rest.”

"I havein no need for rest."

The doctor seemed eager to get on the plane, and tugged at the straps on his tankpack. "I'll taking be pack with me."

The men with that board the plane and the door opened with a large stair case getting in front of the, Inside of it was entirely luxury with everything made of the finest materials and eternatiment systems of the highest quality.

Then the man, while there were all inside the plane, said to his quest,” Good doctor, do you desire anything like wine, water, vodka, food, etc? As well, after you are properly nourished you my employers have sent a movie to you view privately detailing why you were selected for this mission.”

The doctors steely eyes blitzed to the speaking man, and the doctors voice became more hollow. "I no longer have need for things such." The doctor gazed around the plane, locking eyes with all those assembled. "I would have being most pleased to viewing this movie. It be interesting to having see what jew know."