Kewen
06-11-2008, 10:07
Fourteen Years previous, on the now destroyed and cracked planet.
A booming voice, rang out across the grimy white stone of the battlements, large, huge and powerful men curled up and whimpered behind the walls and gates
of the large city ,indeed most of the city cowered, some wailed for forgiveness, others wailed for mercy, most just wailed why... why were they being hunted.
A single figured stood outside the city, a pacing figured clad in nothing but a leather shirt and wielding no weapons he continued yelling out across the city
"Is there no one! not one of you pathetic, snivelling mongrels of a race, that dare stand up to me? No one to take my challenge? Do you all wish to die DO YOU!"
His voice rang full of hatred and anger, practically spitting the words at the city, for a small figure his voice boomed like one of the gods, for all intents the people of this world thought he was a god.
Many a rise of the great rock, five to be exact, the city of Falfa a trading city on the river saim was laid to siege, not by a invading army but one man who yelled a challenge to the city, if anyone thought they could beat him, were welcome to try and thus would save there cities life, of course, the people
warriors and citizens of the city couldn’t take this threat and challenge standing down, they flocked to the mysterious figure, and one by one they died.
And rasing the decapitated skull of the last one to the heavens, a beam of pure red rushed down from the skies, and flatted the city turning it into plate glass
the figure, covered by dust turned away and moved to the next city.
This had continued, across the planet for the last 5 years, every empire had tried to reason with the being, calm him down persuade him not to continue but each time, there vast empires were swatted gradually the whole planet was being turned to a ball of death, the only place untouched, was a single hut surrounded
by a ring of trees, and further yet a growing fortress, constructed out of bones and skulls. A Pillar of remembrance to the figure that lay within.
Again, he roared his challenge, and stood watching the gate, a clear pricing wail could be heard, a mothers screams “No, please don’t do it please, stop it! you cant survive no.." the voice sobbed, crying with heartache, the wails of the city stopped to listen, as the steel gates creaked open
Lord Farad, watched a single horse exit the gates, he scoffed and looked at it closely, his face turned into a broad smile, and he cackled a insane laugh
which chilled many a cold blooded veterans heart that day.
"You boy, dare to challenge me, the great lord Farad!" he boomed, his voice full of spite and malice, as he pointed his now armoured fist at the small boy, who shod in expensive and heavy armour on the horse
slowly plodded towards him.
More pieces of daunting armour, emerged from the body of the being, seemingly forming out of his skin, a great red broadsword, which glowed with the fires of Skesh
and his lands below solidified, the horse keeled over for no reason, as a strange musty smell began to fill the air.
the boy, struggled up under the weight of the heavy armour, and lifted the long sword, barely holding it in the air, he said, between gasps of air
"I, Meran Scorpi, take your challenge" his voice was small and squeaky, but the courage was none the less evident
Lord Farad laughed in the boys face, his deep booming laughter caused the mother to weep more as her only son, faced the god that had destroyed there race.
"You have more courage then I thought boy, but all for naught" Farad said, between fits of laughter
A glint shined in the boys eye, as he ran forward yelling a battle cry with his small voice, he swung at the towering figure, but to his dismay he moved to the side, easily just stepping out of the boys
attacks, this continued barely for a minute, before the small boy tired barely able to even move his feat, Farad knocked the sword from his grip with a simple tap, and stared the boy in the eye, and with a lighten quick snap, backhanded the kid, and turned away.
A voice yelled " MY BABY" from the ramparts, in a frantic cry of grief and madness, one that Farad knew all to well, but not for the reasons they would expect.
The boy groaned, and rolled on the ground, his armour fll off him in great big parts as he struggled to his face, craddling his face, he removed
the small dagger given to him by his mother, and ran at the god, with a roar, that sounded from a lion he jumped into the air, and sank the blade between the miniscule
chink in the armour, between the helmet and the breastplate of the beings armour.
Lord Farad sank to the floor in surprise, on his knees, he heard the people in the fortress cheer, wildly screaming the boys name " MERAN !" they chanted “MERAN!”
they rushed out of the gates, but stopped, as a deep booming laughter once again filled the air, Farad slowly rose from his position, and grabbed the boy by his neck and holding him to the sun, he
examined him closely,
"You," he said, between clenched teeth, that blade had come so close to killing him, yet no one would ever no how close , he slowly increased the grip in his hands, but he stopped he couldn’t kill the boy
he wanted to, he knew he did, but he couldn’t he realised two things in that moment, this boy was pure, and also unholy, for he was mutilated, he wore a
slave brand, which Farad knew, meant the boy was a Eunuch from birth He chucked the kid to the ground, and pumped his fist into the air, the growing crowd of people solders and farmers, around the city watched in fear, but only for a second as a bright beam of red death, melted there bones and city to plate glass.
Lord Farad, picked the boy up, and stood still, as the shape of a kewen cruiser , its long angular sections, bursting through the clouds many had looked up to for guidance, It slowly decided down to the planet, tears streamed down the boys face, as he watched the city melt, playing it over in his mind
barely hearing the four words that farad said "You are not alone".
Boarding the ship, they ascended back into space, as a volley of torpedos were launched, Farad grunted in satisfaction, as he heard the thud of the explosions, and the cracking of the planet
a tear, slid down his face and hit the deck of the ship, before turning silver and melted into the hull.
He started out from the bridge window, and said a silent goodbye to his love.
Somewhere else in the ship
A babies voice cried out, a pricing scream that rooted the nearby Guard of Farads personal army, there eyes rolled into there heads, before they shook violently, there bodies turning to silver and collapsing the red snakes inside
writhing on the floor, before exploding. Farad collapsed on the floor, and roared, as he felt a pain all around him, crushing him, but it stopped and he shakily stood up, he checked a nearby console, and looked around "dead" he said aloud, but he noticed the young boy, still in the corner whimpering, shaking his head he walked off, ignored the growing puddles, and bodies around him.
He strode down the hallways of the cruiser, but where ever he went, he say death, his mind reeled in horror, as he realised he was alone, he could only sense, through the link the presence of two minds, he realised as he entered through a dark door, it was the mind of his Daughter.
Laura, the only half-breed kewen ever born in many a millennia, Farad had taken a wife down on the planet, a true love he thought, and in a one to a trillion chance the composition of the DNA he formed, into himself his essence, was compatible, many a time, has females of many races died in childbirth, so too had the half-breeds, the mix of there host and kewen DNA to far incompatible, but this was not the case, the small baby, sitting in a wooden cot in the room, was a miracle
not only that, but a powerful one, unknown to everyone in the Kewen link, she had been the cause of the deaths, sensing the anguish from the little boy AND Farad, she had released in through the link, shattering the minds and bodies of many a million.
And as farad, returned to the bridge Cradle in on of his now massive hands, he turned to the boy,
"You, will take care of my daughter, or you will suffer horrors unimaginable"
All the boy could do was nodd, and creep over to the cradle, as Farad set it down, he stared into the face of the beautiful baby girl, and he fell into unconsciousness Farad set a course home, and began the process of turning the boy, Remorse flashed crossed Farads face for only a few seconds, as he picked up the small boy, and brought him to a tank deep within the ship, throwing him in Farad said to the boy
“You are turned in the service of me, the Lord Farad, You will be reborn, and forever not along as Delta, your service is forever entwined to that of my daughter”
Farad stared at the tank, precious few minutes had passed, he knew it would be over, all ready the liquid would bind to the boys body, enhance it turn him into a killing machine, but also the perfect servant.
A single, small fist burst forth from the pool, and Farad chuckled.
Now.. Fifteen years later..
ooc: stay truned, for a insight into kewen politics and my feeble attempts at character building.
A booming voice, rang out across the grimy white stone of the battlements, large, huge and powerful men curled up and whimpered behind the walls and gates
of the large city ,indeed most of the city cowered, some wailed for forgiveness, others wailed for mercy, most just wailed why... why were they being hunted.
A single figured stood outside the city, a pacing figured clad in nothing but a leather shirt and wielding no weapons he continued yelling out across the city
"Is there no one! not one of you pathetic, snivelling mongrels of a race, that dare stand up to me? No one to take my challenge? Do you all wish to die DO YOU!"
His voice rang full of hatred and anger, practically spitting the words at the city, for a small figure his voice boomed like one of the gods, for all intents the people of this world thought he was a god.
Many a rise of the great rock, five to be exact, the city of Falfa a trading city on the river saim was laid to siege, not by a invading army but one man who yelled a challenge to the city, if anyone thought they could beat him, were welcome to try and thus would save there cities life, of course, the people
warriors and citizens of the city couldn’t take this threat and challenge standing down, they flocked to the mysterious figure, and one by one they died.
And rasing the decapitated skull of the last one to the heavens, a beam of pure red rushed down from the skies, and flatted the city turning it into plate glass
the figure, covered by dust turned away and moved to the next city.
This had continued, across the planet for the last 5 years, every empire had tried to reason with the being, calm him down persuade him not to continue but each time, there vast empires were swatted gradually the whole planet was being turned to a ball of death, the only place untouched, was a single hut surrounded
by a ring of trees, and further yet a growing fortress, constructed out of bones and skulls. A Pillar of remembrance to the figure that lay within.
Again, he roared his challenge, and stood watching the gate, a clear pricing wail could be heard, a mothers screams “No, please don’t do it please, stop it! you cant survive no.." the voice sobbed, crying with heartache, the wails of the city stopped to listen, as the steel gates creaked open
Lord Farad, watched a single horse exit the gates, he scoffed and looked at it closely, his face turned into a broad smile, and he cackled a insane laugh
which chilled many a cold blooded veterans heart that day.
"You boy, dare to challenge me, the great lord Farad!" he boomed, his voice full of spite and malice, as he pointed his now armoured fist at the small boy, who shod in expensive and heavy armour on the horse
slowly plodded towards him.
More pieces of daunting armour, emerged from the body of the being, seemingly forming out of his skin, a great red broadsword, which glowed with the fires of Skesh
and his lands below solidified, the horse keeled over for no reason, as a strange musty smell began to fill the air.
the boy, struggled up under the weight of the heavy armour, and lifted the long sword, barely holding it in the air, he said, between gasps of air
"I, Meran Scorpi, take your challenge" his voice was small and squeaky, but the courage was none the less evident
Lord Farad laughed in the boys face, his deep booming laughter caused the mother to weep more as her only son, faced the god that had destroyed there race.
"You have more courage then I thought boy, but all for naught" Farad said, between fits of laughter
A glint shined in the boys eye, as he ran forward yelling a battle cry with his small voice, he swung at the towering figure, but to his dismay he moved to the side, easily just stepping out of the boys
attacks, this continued barely for a minute, before the small boy tired barely able to even move his feat, Farad knocked the sword from his grip with a simple tap, and stared the boy in the eye, and with a lighten quick snap, backhanded the kid, and turned away.
A voice yelled " MY BABY" from the ramparts, in a frantic cry of grief and madness, one that Farad knew all to well, but not for the reasons they would expect.
The boy groaned, and rolled on the ground, his armour fll off him in great big parts as he struggled to his face, craddling his face, he removed
the small dagger given to him by his mother, and ran at the god, with a roar, that sounded from a lion he jumped into the air, and sank the blade between the miniscule
chink in the armour, between the helmet and the breastplate of the beings armour.
Lord Farad sank to the floor in surprise, on his knees, he heard the people in the fortress cheer, wildly screaming the boys name " MERAN !" they chanted “MERAN!”
they rushed out of the gates, but stopped, as a deep booming laughter once again filled the air, Farad slowly rose from his position, and grabbed the boy by his neck and holding him to the sun, he
examined him closely,
"You," he said, between clenched teeth, that blade had come so close to killing him, yet no one would ever no how close , he slowly increased the grip in his hands, but he stopped he couldn’t kill the boy
he wanted to, he knew he did, but he couldn’t he realised two things in that moment, this boy was pure, and also unholy, for he was mutilated, he wore a
slave brand, which Farad knew, meant the boy was a Eunuch from birth He chucked the kid to the ground, and pumped his fist into the air, the growing crowd of people solders and farmers, around the city watched in fear, but only for a second as a bright beam of red death, melted there bones and city to plate glass.
Lord Farad, picked the boy up, and stood still, as the shape of a kewen cruiser , its long angular sections, bursting through the clouds many had looked up to for guidance, It slowly decided down to the planet, tears streamed down the boys face, as he watched the city melt, playing it over in his mind
barely hearing the four words that farad said "You are not alone".
Boarding the ship, they ascended back into space, as a volley of torpedos were launched, Farad grunted in satisfaction, as he heard the thud of the explosions, and the cracking of the planet
a tear, slid down his face and hit the deck of the ship, before turning silver and melted into the hull.
He started out from the bridge window, and said a silent goodbye to his love.
Somewhere else in the ship
A babies voice cried out, a pricing scream that rooted the nearby Guard of Farads personal army, there eyes rolled into there heads, before they shook violently, there bodies turning to silver and collapsing the red snakes inside
writhing on the floor, before exploding. Farad collapsed on the floor, and roared, as he felt a pain all around him, crushing him, but it stopped and he shakily stood up, he checked a nearby console, and looked around "dead" he said aloud, but he noticed the young boy, still in the corner whimpering, shaking his head he walked off, ignored the growing puddles, and bodies around him.
He strode down the hallways of the cruiser, but where ever he went, he say death, his mind reeled in horror, as he realised he was alone, he could only sense, through the link the presence of two minds, he realised as he entered through a dark door, it was the mind of his Daughter.
Laura, the only half-breed kewen ever born in many a millennia, Farad had taken a wife down on the planet, a true love he thought, and in a one to a trillion chance the composition of the DNA he formed, into himself his essence, was compatible, many a time, has females of many races died in childbirth, so too had the half-breeds, the mix of there host and kewen DNA to far incompatible, but this was not the case, the small baby, sitting in a wooden cot in the room, was a miracle
not only that, but a powerful one, unknown to everyone in the Kewen link, she had been the cause of the deaths, sensing the anguish from the little boy AND Farad, she had released in through the link, shattering the minds and bodies of many a million.
And as farad, returned to the bridge Cradle in on of his now massive hands, he turned to the boy,
"You, will take care of my daughter, or you will suffer horrors unimaginable"
All the boy could do was nodd, and creep over to the cradle, as Farad set it down, he stared into the face of the beautiful baby girl, and he fell into unconsciousness Farad set a course home, and began the process of turning the boy, Remorse flashed crossed Farads face for only a few seconds, as he picked up the small boy, and brought him to a tank deep within the ship, throwing him in Farad said to the boy
“You are turned in the service of me, the Lord Farad, You will be reborn, and forever not along as Delta, your service is forever entwined to that of my daughter”
Farad stared at the tank, precious few minutes had passed, he knew it would be over, all ready the liquid would bind to the boys body, enhance it turn him into a killing machine, but also the perfect servant.
A single, small fist burst forth from the pool, and Farad chuckled.
Now.. Fifteen years later..
ooc: stay truned, for a insight into kewen politics and my feeble attempts at character building.