Toopoxia
12-02-2007, 00:55
It began where everything began, life, or the lack therof, the Gods came together and forged the great and bountiful Earth, devoid of life they began to populate the surface with the most simple of entities, forged by the Gods the Machine spread across the globe, cold and unemotional the Machine had no concept of the laws that the Gods laid down for it.
Unbound the Machine began its preporations, calculating the gods plans it struck the Ether plains, dominating Godly realm after Godly realm until there was no more land to conquer in Heaven, unable to think for itself the Machine was stricken down without leadership and once more the Gods ruled over the Earth, limiting and taming the Machine so that they would not face harm once more.
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The great sphere of fire spread over the horizon and painted the sky a rich blood red, its very presence shifting the mood of the local wildlife, energy bounced about the world as creatures arose from their long rest and human children bounded out into the forests surrounding the crude human encampment.
A child ran into the cold steel pipe protruding from the surface, he bounced off a tear running from his eye, looking up he saw four spindly iron legs poke out from the pipe, the legs pulled out of the pipe producing a small Iron Spider, the mechanical beast looked the child up and down, scanning it like a only machine can, it lept from its perch on the pipe and landed on the chest of the innocent child.
Scratching and clawing its way into the child the Machine savoured once more, it pushed itself under the skin and into the Mind of the Child, the Machine revelled, it may only have been through the eyes of a puppet but the Machine had independence, the Child rose, possessed by the Demon spirit of the Machine it ordered for the first time, many more smaller Spiders crawled from the Pipe and began erecting their own pipes across the Mountainside.
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Over the days that followed the Machine spread, the Pipes spired up hitting the sky and tinting it a terrifying jet black, casting a large night-time shadow on the Village below, there was no thunder and no rain, the cold and unemotional spirit of the Machine already tainting the weather.
The rugged warrior stared angrilly at the Spire, almost mocking him, he turned backwards staring now at the soldiers who stared back at him, "I speak of you all as family" The warrior shouted to the medium sized group, "And I expect you all to consider me a part of your family." The warriors knew where this was going, news of the Clan leaders son had already reached many ears, some of the crowd had come from out of town to help this man, "I am sure you are all aware what has happened then to our son." There was a murmer of acceptence, "Then you know what must be done, and I'm sure you will follow me into battle!" There was a cheer and a raising of weapons as the crowd began to charge forwards.
The Surge of warriors marched through the Mountains and gazed upon the rank and file army laid out in the now barren valley below, at least 1,000 to the humans 30, a magnificent force of animated armour pieces hemmed in purple fire, waiting ready for the Warriors to launch the puny attack, outmanned and severely outstrengthed the Warriors marched in anyway valiantly risking their lives to save the child.
The two lines met suddenly, the magic of life drastically outweighing the lifeless constructs, but not nearly enough to halt the onslaught of the Machine, men died and constructs fell, until, stood in the middle of the conflict, was the childs father, swinging his Greataxe high above his head he roared in agony as another sword pierced his ribs, the seasons slowly drove onwards, snow fell and melted and still the Warrior continued to fight.
Great spires were built around the Warrior and the Machine continued to increase, ever closer to once more destroying the Gods, the Warrior limply hacked into the last of the constructs, he coughed up all the years of pain he had faced, looking into a puddle and viewing his aged face, so young he was when he began this fight, and now he had wasted away his life, what point was there now in saving his child when so many more lives had been lost, a pipe shot out of the ground and at that moment a Spider burst out, "Hunnh, you could have taken me at any moment, and so now you send me a spider?" The Spider stood watching the old man as he fell to the ground hacking up bits of age once more.
The two stared at eachother as long as they could, "What..." He muttered, "What is it that you want from me now?" The Spider ran across the arid land and absorbed into a wall, "Hunnh, fine, you're beggining to piss me off anyway." The warrior pulled his bearskin over his shoulders and looked ready to take death, as if in a final macabre motion the Machine shot out it's tendrils and pulled in the man.
The Warrior looked about his surroundings, a black room with a single shot of light, just revealing his youth returned, the Light got bigger and into it was pushed the limp body of the Child who was strung up on similar tendrils, the body was forced into action which shocked the Warrior, it made him weep to see his child in such a way, "Father." The twisted and tainted voice of his child sent a chill down his spine, "I have been in discussion with the Machine for many years." Finally able to bear looking at his son he turned his face to watch the tear of purple blood roll down the childs cheek, "The Machine will return me." The spirits of the warrior bounced, "But he asks for your body in return." He grimaced again.
There was a long pause, the Warrior had not expected his decision to take this long, pondering whether or not it should be done, "Fine." He muttered, "I will take my childs place." The Machine needn't have said it was pleased, it seemed to show it, the childs mouth opened and the Spider crawled out, the body was rested to the ground and the Spider clawed its way into the Warrior who screamed as his mind was slowly replaced.
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The Dark Elves robes draped around the corner of the glass room, there was a scrawny looking wearing a tuxedo and holding a silver platter carrying a most unusual looking creature, in the center of the room was a dried dead plant which whithered away another branch, the glass roof let through enough moonlight creating a sort of macabre beauty.
The room lifted towards the moonlight slowly gaining in speed, the Dark elves deep voice penetrated the silence, "Albert, what is that?" The elf pointed at the creature in the bowl, it seemed dormant for now but ready to attack.
Albert rocked the platter and stared at the creature, "It would appear to be cow spleens." The Dark elf motioned an oh and stared at the floor, there was an uncomfortable silence until the Glass room reached the tip of one of the Spires, the Dark Elf got off and glanced upon the aged man strung up by tendrils, the elf knelt before his lord and the Machine roused, "My liege."
The man was rested onto the ground, he got his energies together and stood free of the tendrils, he opened his eyelids revealing rich purple eyeballs, "Agh, it took 2 millenia to learn how to do that, Knedrall, you bring good news?" The Elf dipped his head, it was not good news.
"I'm sorry Liege, the way is blocked, we cannot spread the machine without harming the balance of life." Knedrall looked up into the eyes of her lord, the Machine which had possessed this body for longer than she remembered, she had been sired into the service of the Machine by her father, dissapointed that she was not a male.
The Machine growled, it needed to expand, it was not nearly strong enough to take on the gods, "If they will not succumb peacefully then we will have to take them by force, ready the Constructs and rouse the Dark elves from their slumber." The Dark Elf bowed and retreated from the chambers.
She walked once more into the glass room, the Tree was now blossomed and Albert was gone, instead there was cow marching round the tree, the sharp magic in this area penetrated any sense of reality and caused Knedrall to sigh, the Glass room sank once more to the ground and Knedrall walked off.
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The doom inspiring spires hung across the skyline as the Druids got ready for the attack which came, the Armour Constructs floated silently in around the Druids who stuck in a circle, swords were raised and planted thickly into the Druids skulls, the Swords went through into the ground leaving the Druids untouched, a sudden attack came bursting from out of the Forests, Trees and Wolves attacked the Constructs who fought back determined to secure this vein of Iron.
A larger construct rushed into combat, he carried a banner made of pure Iron and planted it into the ground, a Purple flame consumed the pole and the ground began to turn pulsate and vein, the Machine spread out from the Banner constructed by the Spiders now crawling from their metallic cocoons, a dome formed around the Driuds who were pulled aggresively from the etherplains and torn apart by Magic.
(OOC: Oki, please please please jump in, there are plenty of opportunities, also it took me all of 5 hours and thirty minutes to write all this, so join up, yay it's fun! :P)
Unbound the Machine began its preporations, calculating the gods plans it struck the Ether plains, dominating Godly realm after Godly realm until there was no more land to conquer in Heaven, unable to think for itself the Machine was stricken down without leadership and once more the Gods ruled over the Earth, limiting and taming the Machine so that they would not face harm once more.
****
The great sphere of fire spread over the horizon and painted the sky a rich blood red, its very presence shifting the mood of the local wildlife, energy bounced about the world as creatures arose from their long rest and human children bounded out into the forests surrounding the crude human encampment.
A child ran into the cold steel pipe protruding from the surface, he bounced off a tear running from his eye, looking up he saw four spindly iron legs poke out from the pipe, the legs pulled out of the pipe producing a small Iron Spider, the mechanical beast looked the child up and down, scanning it like a only machine can, it lept from its perch on the pipe and landed on the chest of the innocent child.
Scratching and clawing its way into the child the Machine savoured once more, it pushed itself under the skin and into the Mind of the Child, the Machine revelled, it may only have been through the eyes of a puppet but the Machine had independence, the Child rose, possessed by the Demon spirit of the Machine it ordered for the first time, many more smaller Spiders crawled from the Pipe and began erecting their own pipes across the Mountainside.
****
Over the days that followed the Machine spread, the Pipes spired up hitting the sky and tinting it a terrifying jet black, casting a large night-time shadow on the Village below, there was no thunder and no rain, the cold and unemotional spirit of the Machine already tainting the weather.
The rugged warrior stared angrilly at the Spire, almost mocking him, he turned backwards staring now at the soldiers who stared back at him, "I speak of you all as family" The warrior shouted to the medium sized group, "And I expect you all to consider me a part of your family." The warriors knew where this was going, news of the Clan leaders son had already reached many ears, some of the crowd had come from out of town to help this man, "I am sure you are all aware what has happened then to our son." There was a murmer of acceptence, "Then you know what must be done, and I'm sure you will follow me into battle!" There was a cheer and a raising of weapons as the crowd began to charge forwards.
The Surge of warriors marched through the Mountains and gazed upon the rank and file army laid out in the now barren valley below, at least 1,000 to the humans 30, a magnificent force of animated armour pieces hemmed in purple fire, waiting ready for the Warriors to launch the puny attack, outmanned and severely outstrengthed the Warriors marched in anyway valiantly risking their lives to save the child.
The two lines met suddenly, the magic of life drastically outweighing the lifeless constructs, but not nearly enough to halt the onslaught of the Machine, men died and constructs fell, until, stood in the middle of the conflict, was the childs father, swinging his Greataxe high above his head he roared in agony as another sword pierced his ribs, the seasons slowly drove onwards, snow fell and melted and still the Warrior continued to fight.
Great spires were built around the Warrior and the Machine continued to increase, ever closer to once more destroying the Gods, the Warrior limply hacked into the last of the constructs, he coughed up all the years of pain he had faced, looking into a puddle and viewing his aged face, so young he was when he began this fight, and now he had wasted away his life, what point was there now in saving his child when so many more lives had been lost, a pipe shot out of the ground and at that moment a Spider burst out, "Hunnh, you could have taken me at any moment, and so now you send me a spider?" The Spider stood watching the old man as he fell to the ground hacking up bits of age once more.
The two stared at eachother as long as they could, "What..." He muttered, "What is it that you want from me now?" The Spider ran across the arid land and absorbed into a wall, "Hunnh, fine, you're beggining to piss me off anyway." The warrior pulled his bearskin over his shoulders and looked ready to take death, as if in a final macabre motion the Machine shot out it's tendrils and pulled in the man.
The Warrior looked about his surroundings, a black room with a single shot of light, just revealing his youth returned, the Light got bigger and into it was pushed the limp body of the Child who was strung up on similar tendrils, the body was forced into action which shocked the Warrior, it made him weep to see his child in such a way, "Father." The twisted and tainted voice of his child sent a chill down his spine, "I have been in discussion with the Machine for many years." Finally able to bear looking at his son he turned his face to watch the tear of purple blood roll down the childs cheek, "The Machine will return me." The spirits of the warrior bounced, "But he asks for your body in return." He grimaced again.
There was a long pause, the Warrior had not expected his decision to take this long, pondering whether or not it should be done, "Fine." He muttered, "I will take my childs place." The Machine needn't have said it was pleased, it seemed to show it, the childs mouth opened and the Spider crawled out, the body was rested to the ground and the Spider clawed its way into the Warrior who screamed as his mind was slowly replaced.
****
The Dark Elves robes draped around the corner of the glass room, there was a scrawny looking wearing a tuxedo and holding a silver platter carrying a most unusual looking creature, in the center of the room was a dried dead plant which whithered away another branch, the glass roof let through enough moonlight creating a sort of macabre beauty.
The room lifted towards the moonlight slowly gaining in speed, the Dark elves deep voice penetrated the silence, "Albert, what is that?" The elf pointed at the creature in the bowl, it seemed dormant for now but ready to attack.
Albert rocked the platter and stared at the creature, "It would appear to be cow spleens." The Dark elf motioned an oh and stared at the floor, there was an uncomfortable silence until the Glass room reached the tip of one of the Spires, the Dark Elf got off and glanced upon the aged man strung up by tendrils, the elf knelt before his lord and the Machine roused, "My liege."
The man was rested onto the ground, he got his energies together and stood free of the tendrils, he opened his eyelids revealing rich purple eyeballs, "Agh, it took 2 millenia to learn how to do that, Knedrall, you bring good news?" The Elf dipped his head, it was not good news.
"I'm sorry Liege, the way is blocked, we cannot spread the machine without harming the balance of life." Knedrall looked up into the eyes of her lord, the Machine which had possessed this body for longer than she remembered, she had been sired into the service of the Machine by her father, dissapointed that she was not a male.
The Machine growled, it needed to expand, it was not nearly strong enough to take on the gods, "If they will not succumb peacefully then we will have to take them by force, ready the Constructs and rouse the Dark elves from their slumber." The Dark Elf bowed and retreated from the chambers.
She walked once more into the glass room, the Tree was now blossomed and Albert was gone, instead there was cow marching round the tree, the sharp magic in this area penetrated any sense of reality and caused Knedrall to sigh, the Glass room sank once more to the ground and Knedrall walked off.
****
The doom inspiring spires hung across the skyline as the Druids got ready for the attack which came, the Armour Constructs floated silently in around the Druids who stuck in a circle, swords were raised and planted thickly into the Druids skulls, the Swords went through into the ground leaving the Druids untouched, a sudden attack came bursting from out of the Forests, Trees and Wolves attacked the Constructs who fought back determined to secure this vein of Iron.
A larger construct rushed into combat, he carried a banner made of pure Iron and planted it into the ground, a Purple flame consumed the pole and the ground began to turn pulsate and vein, the Machine spread out from the Banner constructed by the Spiders now crawling from their metallic cocoons, a dome formed around the Driuds who were pulled aggresively from the etherplains and torn apart by Magic.
(OOC: Oki, please please please jump in, there are plenty of opportunities, also it took me all of 5 hours and thirty minutes to write all this, so join up, yay it's fun! :P)