Post by The Authors on May 26, 2010 19:01:47 GMT -5
Final Vote Count
peeker (0):special ed 4
Oredigger (0):guiri 34
luvbwfc (13): special ed 36, Zeriel 39,Oredigger 43, Idle 45, peeker 48, skeezix 51, Cookies 261, Pinkies 262, sinjin 299, nphase 329, story 343, timmy 392, Total Lost 393, BillMc 406, guiri 421, peeker 422
special ed (6):Moley 98, Moley 200, luvbwfc 230, fisheroo 268, Pleonast 274, Sister Coyote 276, Pinkies 280, Oredigger 349, story 347, timmy 358
Moley (0):peeker 117
Pinkies (2): moodymitchy 292,Total Lost 294, Mahaloth 295
timmy (1): Drain 371
Not Voting (4): story, Hal Briston, Pinkies, zuma
Assail
3rd Year since Burn's Death
If there is one constant in the history of this beleaguered world, it is the notion that power will ever draw more power. At first blush this would appear to be a paradox. To those with power, after all, the idea of confronting a near-equal is terrifying. Beyond the obvious risk of defeat, a victory will so often be a Pyhrric one. However, if we accept that those with great power will go to great lengths to avoid such a confrontation, it follows that the unveiling of power is most often a sign of weakness. To use one's own power is a last resort when no other option is available, but in doing so an Ascendant becomes a lodestone as others enter the fray, trying to turn the clash to their own advantage. Such conflicts are so common that mortals have their own word for it, and the destruction that inevitably follows: convergence.
And so the surviving Ascendants of this world found themselves drawn to the nightmare that is known as the continent of Assail. True to its history, open warfare still gripped much of the land, but the Ascendants had long since learned to stay out of the interminable wars between the Tyrants of Assail. No, the Ascendants had come to play out the final chapter of their own war.
The risks of open battle were apparent to all, but the world had gone to the Abyss and risks had to be made if one hoped to hold onto what they'd countless mortal lifetimes achieving. Alliances quickly began to form, but their foundations were set on sand. In between the horse-trading, rumours began to circulate. Where was the Crippled God? What was his role in the final act of the war he'd triggered? What of his House of Chains? Had the Master of the Deck truly sworn to kill them all? How could he hope to accomplish that? Was he even still alive?
The whispers promptly stopped when the one calling himself luvbwfc made an ill-advised remark "He must be of High House Chains!" cried many. "He just admitted to it!"
"No, no!" luvbwfc replied in horror. "I was trying to draw them out. I want them dead too!"
Many were not appeased, but others spoke in his defence. Some of those defenders believed Special Ed to be the greater threat. Accusations were thrown left and right in the main square, while others met in alleyways discussing the situation in hushed tones.
Finally, as dusk neared, the final vote was held. As the votes poured in and the final result because more and more clear, luvbwfc made a sudden break for safety. He ran directly at nphase, knocking her to her knees. Before anyone else could step into his path, a sudden burst of magic from peekercpa sent luvbwfc sprawling. storyteller and BillMc unsheathed their swords and took positions on either side of the fugitive.
luvbwfc looked up at the two swordsmen glaring back at him with murder in their eyes. "So that's it, then? Here to kill me? Go ahead, just try it!" he snarled.
Both hesitated. Killing an Ascendant was no easy task, even here in the mortal world. luvbwfc could not hope to defeat them all, but he could always get lucky and take somebody with him...
sinjin walked up to him and smiled sweetly. "Kill you? Oh, I'm afraid that won't be necessary at all." She turned and began marching up the street. "Bring him!" she commanded.
peekercpa made a upwards gesture with his hand, and luvbwfc was levitated three feet off of the ground. peekercpa began to follow sinjin, luvbwfc bobbing helplessly behind him. The rest followed cautiously, curious as to luvbwfc's intended fate. They had gone nearly to the outskirts of the burned-out town they had commandeered when the finally saw it. Some stopped short and watched the proceedings with horror-filled eyes, while the more vindictive of them broke out in dark smiles.
Finally luvbwfc caught sight of what awaited him and gave a panicked scream. "No, no! Please," he pleaded, "not that, kill me first, anything but an Azath!"
No one knew where they had come from or why they had begun to arise during the First of All Wars. It is said that the Houses of the Azath form in response to unrestrained power; an imposition of Order to counter the unchecked destruction of the forces of Chaos. Each House of the Azath seeks to entrap those of great power, and forevermore prevent them from unleashing further devastation. With each new prisoner the Azath gains ever more strength, as its victims are enslaved to the will of the Azath, and forced to fight to protect it and to lure new slaves into the trap.
peekercpa walked to the edge of the Azath's courtyard. Ripples were moving through the earth and a few vines broke through the surface and feebly made an attempt at him. peekercpa paused to look down at his prisoner one last time, and then thrust his hand out towards the Azath, throwing luvbwfc into the courtyard. luvbwfc twisted in mid-air and landed on his shoulder into a roll. The ground around him exploded in a cloud of dust as dozens of vines burst from the surface, seeking to pull to the ground. luvbwfc used his momentum to roll back onto his feet, but as soon had he gotten upright the snares were upon him, wrapping around his chest and legs.
A rope had appeared in lubbwfc's left hand, and he swung it wildly behind him. The rope snapped through the vines wrapping his torso -- clearly, this was no ordinary rope. The watchers began to get an inkling of who they had captured, but even if they had wanted to it was far too late to help their victim.
The Rope was still held in place by the vines wrapped around his legs, but shadows began to collect around them. His legs became more and more ephemeral until the snares were wrapped around nothing at all. Now free, the Rope made a run for the exit to the courtyard, but another mass of vines rose up, grabbed his left arm and pulled hard him to the ground. The observers winced at the crack that announced the Rope's shoulder had just been separated. He tried to reach with his right arm to reach his weapon, but yet more vines had trapped it against the ground.
With its victim pinned, the Azath took possession of its newest prisoner. The ground beneath the Rope opened and he abruptly disappeared from view. The last that the remaining Ascendants heard of him was his ghastly scream as his barrow closed upon him.
The Ascendants looked wordlessly at one another. Evidently, members of the House of Chains are not so foolish as to announce themselves openly.
luvbwfc AKA Cotillion, Assassin of Shadow (Role Investigator/Serial Killer), was exactly what he said he was.
He was not a member of any clans.
Shaken, the Ascendants separated and began to retire for the night. Some could still be seen making deals in hushed voices as the twilight waned. Before anyone had fallen asleep, all were assaulted with an appalling blast of power. Sudden darkness gripped the city, and all heard the groan of an ancient wagon and the rattling of thousands of shackles.
As quickly as the darkness overtook the town, light returned. A panicked group began to search for the source of that power.
They found his body laying in the central square where they had held their final vote. A single thrust of a sword had cut him nearly in half. He had come to use his powers to heal and soothe the conflict, but he had been trumped by those with darker motives.
Idle Thoughts AKA Caladan Brood, The Warlord (Weak Guardian), has joined his Goddess.
He was a member of Clan Old Skool. He did not have a Primary Clan.
peeker (0):
Oredigger (0):
luvbwfc (13): special ed 36, Zeriel 39,
special ed (6):
Moley (0):
Pinkies (2): moodymitchy 292,
timmy (1): Drain 371
Not Voting (4): story, Hal Briston, Pinkies, zuma
Assail
3rd Year since Burn's Death
If there is one constant in the history of this beleaguered world, it is the notion that power will ever draw more power. At first blush this would appear to be a paradox. To those with power, after all, the idea of confronting a near-equal is terrifying. Beyond the obvious risk of defeat, a victory will so often be a Pyhrric one. However, if we accept that those with great power will go to great lengths to avoid such a confrontation, it follows that the unveiling of power is most often a sign of weakness. To use one's own power is a last resort when no other option is available, but in doing so an Ascendant becomes a lodestone as others enter the fray, trying to turn the clash to their own advantage. Such conflicts are so common that mortals have their own word for it, and the destruction that inevitably follows: convergence.
And so the surviving Ascendants of this world found themselves drawn to the nightmare that is known as the continent of Assail. True to its history, open warfare still gripped much of the land, but the Ascendants had long since learned to stay out of the interminable wars between the Tyrants of Assail. No, the Ascendants had come to play out the final chapter of their own war.
The risks of open battle were apparent to all, but the world had gone to the Abyss and risks had to be made if one hoped to hold onto what they'd countless mortal lifetimes achieving. Alliances quickly began to form, but their foundations were set on sand. In between the horse-trading, rumours began to circulate. Where was the Crippled God? What was his role in the final act of the war he'd triggered? What of his House of Chains? Had the Master of the Deck truly sworn to kill them all? How could he hope to accomplish that? Was he even still alive?
The whispers promptly stopped when the one calling himself luvbwfc made an ill-advised remark "He must be of High House Chains!" cried many. "He just admitted to it!"
"No, no!" luvbwfc replied in horror. "I was trying to draw them out. I want them dead too!"
Many were not appeased, but others spoke in his defence. Some of those defenders believed Special Ed to be the greater threat. Accusations were thrown left and right in the main square, while others met in alleyways discussing the situation in hushed tones.
Finally, as dusk neared, the final vote was held. As the votes poured in and the final result because more and more clear, luvbwfc made a sudden break for safety. He ran directly at nphase, knocking her to her knees. Before anyone else could step into his path, a sudden burst of magic from peekercpa sent luvbwfc sprawling. storyteller and BillMc unsheathed their swords and took positions on either side of the fugitive.
luvbwfc looked up at the two swordsmen glaring back at him with murder in their eyes. "So that's it, then? Here to kill me? Go ahead, just try it!" he snarled.
Both hesitated. Killing an Ascendant was no easy task, even here in the mortal world. luvbwfc could not hope to defeat them all, but he could always get lucky and take somebody with him...
sinjin walked up to him and smiled sweetly. "Kill you? Oh, I'm afraid that won't be necessary at all." She turned and began marching up the street. "Bring him!" she commanded.
peekercpa made a upwards gesture with his hand, and luvbwfc was levitated three feet off of the ground. peekercpa began to follow sinjin, luvbwfc bobbing helplessly behind him. The rest followed cautiously, curious as to luvbwfc's intended fate. They had gone nearly to the outskirts of the burned-out town they had commandeered when the finally saw it. Some stopped short and watched the proceedings with horror-filled eyes, while the more vindictive of them broke out in dark smiles.
Finally luvbwfc caught sight of what awaited him and gave a panicked scream. "No, no! Please," he pleaded, "not that, kill me first, anything but an Azath!"
No one knew where they had come from or why they had begun to arise during the First of All Wars. It is said that the Houses of the Azath form in response to unrestrained power; an imposition of Order to counter the unchecked destruction of the forces of Chaos. Each House of the Azath seeks to entrap those of great power, and forevermore prevent them from unleashing further devastation. With each new prisoner the Azath gains ever more strength, as its victims are enslaved to the will of the Azath, and forced to fight to protect it and to lure new slaves into the trap.
peekercpa walked to the edge of the Azath's courtyard. Ripples were moving through the earth and a few vines broke through the surface and feebly made an attempt at him. peekercpa paused to look down at his prisoner one last time, and then thrust his hand out towards the Azath, throwing luvbwfc into the courtyard. luvbwfc twisted in mid-air and landed on his shoulder into a roll. The ground around him exploded in a cloud of dust as dozens of vines burst from the surface, seeking to pull to the ground. luvbwfc used his momentum to roll back onto his feet, but as soon had he gotten upright the snares were upon him, wrapping around his chest and legs.
A rope had appeared in lubbwfc's left hand, and he swung it wildly behind him. The rope snapped through the vines wrapping his torso -- clearly, this was no ordinary rope. The watchers began to get an inkling of who they had captured, but even if they had wanted to it was far too late to help their victim.
The Rope was still held in place by the vines wrapped around his legs, but shadows began to collect around them. His legs became more and more ephemeral until the snares were wrapped around nothing at all. Now free, the Rope made a run for the exit to the courtyard, but another mass of vines rose up, grabbed his left arm and pulled hard him to the ground. The observers winced at the crack that announced the Rope's shoulder had just been separated. He tried to reach with his right arm to reach his weapon, but yet more vines had trapped it against the ground.
With its victim pinned, the Azath took possession of its newest prisoner. The ground beneath the Rope opened and he abruptly disappeared from view. The last that the remaining Ascendants heard of him was his ghastly scream as his barrow closed upon him.
The Ascendants looked wordlessly at one another. Evidently, members of the House of Chains are not so foolish as to announce themselves openly.
luvbwfc AKA Cotillion, Assassin of Shadow (Role Investigator/Serial Killer), was exactly what he said he was.
He was not a member of any clans.
Shaken, the Ascendants separated and began to retire for the night. Some could still be seen making deals in hushed voices as the twilight waned. Before anyone had fallen asleep, all were assaulted with an appalling blast of power. Sudden darkness gripped the city, and all heard the groan of an ancient wagon and the rattling of thousands of shackles.
As quickly as the darkness overtook the town, light returned. A panicked group began to search for the source of that power.
They found his body laying in the central square where they had held their final vote. A single thrust of a sword had cut him nearly in half. He had come to use his powers to heal and soothe the conflict, but he had been trumped by those with darker motives.
Idle Thoughts AKA Caladan Brood, The Warlord (Weak Guardian), has joined his Goddess.
He was a member of Clan Old Skool. He did not have a Primary Clan.