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| Topic Started: Sep 4 2010, 11:42:36 AM (4,375 Views) | |
| Todd McCloud | Oct 3 2010, 10:13:42 PM Post #61 |
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Planet Telox
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“There you go. Now, was that so hard?” She shook her head. “Good.” He slowly began to walk toward the door, then stopped once he reached the exit. He waited for the girl to open the door again, then stepped through. “I need your help, little girl. And you need mine. You see, I’m missing a part of myself. My body. They took my body from me because they were jealous of who I was and what I had become. They cut me and took from me what was rightfully mine. I need it back, or else I’ll be forever like this.” He reached out to touch her, but his hand simply passed through her, causing her to shiver and back away in fear. The apparition immediately understood her fears. “What they taught you in your religious classes were wrong. Who are you going to trust, a failable being, or someone who is in the afterlife, as an angel, as a spirit who has seen it all?” They continued to walk down the hallway together, though the girl kept her distance. “Well? Who? Who is right? You saw what I did in your classroom. I am the restorer of what was supposed to be. With me, I can restore everything. Your parents have died, haven’t they? Oh sure, they’re sitting at the kitchen table, but did you happen to check them for a pulse? What about those people lying on the streets? They’re all dead. Do you know what killed them, little girl? It was a chemical called soman. Do you know what soman does to you? It paralyzes you. You die by suffocation. It is among the most frightening deaths one can experience.” The fact that she was crying did nothing to stop his resolve. “They killed your family and everyone you care about. They did it out of greed and hatred. But do you know who they are? Do you know who killed all those people? Your own kind did. Your local baker, your school teacher, a few parents of your classmates. They did that because of their hate!” “They did that, and they would do it again. And when you grow up, they will find something new to hate. Or, maybe the one who hates will be you. For tomorrow will always bring about hate, new hate mixing with old hate. Every single day. And it will only get worse! Yes, welcome to your life, little one! A life where everyone hates, where there is no good, and the only rest comes from killing those around you! Yes, you! You will have to kill or be killed!” By now she was shaking with emotion, crying and holding her action figure tight. Something was wrong this time – the bad thoughts that would sometimes creep into her head weren’t going away. She didn’t have as much hope in her super hero character as she once did. She wanted her mommy. She wanted to be with her family and color at the kitchen table while good food was being cooked over the stove. She wanted to go to school and learn how to tell time with a big clock. She wanted some kind of assurance, some kind of feeling that everything would be okay and this horrible person would go away. “Do you want release? Do you want to feel better?” She looked up. “I can give that to you. I can give you an escape, little one. I can reunite you with your parents and friends. I can help you. Do you want my help?” Something inside her told her to run. She ran down the hallway despite the ghost yelling at her and gaining. Quickly, she moved through a door at the end of the hallway, a door that would eventually lead to the top of the building. She shut it and leaned against it, sobbing as she rubbed her eyes already stinging with tears. Suddenly, she felt a cold presence again. She looked down and noticed two gray-furred hands moving through the door. In an instant, she bolted up the stairs as the spirit moved through the door. Tread after tread passed under her small feet until she reached the top of the stairs. With no other way to go, she pushed open the door and ran on the roof, trying to get away from the menacing man. She ran until she reached the edge of the building, her knees shaking in fear. “Please,” the spirit said as he slowed his strides. “I need a body. A body with a broken spirit. I can take you away from all of this pain, all of this sadness and despair, if you just give me what I want.” She let go of her backpack and watched as it fell to the ground, her dolly sticking out of the bag and staring back up at her. The spirit looked at her apathetically. “Give up. There is no other place for you to run. You’ve lost! Come to me!” Holding her action figure, she closed her eyes and hoped the real Captain Combat would fly in and save her. She kept her eyes closed and, with a final step, fell three stories on the back of her head as it met pavement. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| yk001nul | Oct 3 2010, 11:39:34 PM Post #62 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Iruk city fringes Brother Jeremiah returned to the city of Iruk after his mission in the unnamed location was done. He was not used to the rigors of the flash-steps teleportation word invocation which returned him to the city. His back ached a lot, and his entire body smelled like frankincense. It made him wonder how the clerics managed to use such invocations as their primary mode of travel. The city did not fare any better during his absence. People no longer rioted in the streets, and the only military presence was the occasional patrol squads, although explosion could still be heard here and there in the distance. The absence of any life made the city eerie. Buildings which were once full of residents now were silent, filled occasionally with sounds of rolling debris and crumbling bricks. Empty houses looked on menacingly at the lone monk treading the vacant roads of the destroyed city. He passed by a school. Disembodied laughters and mysterious rustling sounds could be heard echoing somewhere within the compound. Such conditions, often called the mental echoes, were psychic artifacts caused by the resonance of life activity. Spooky, yet explainable under the spiritual science of the Way. The silence was shattered by a scream coming from the sky. Jeremiah looked up, and saw a vulpine child falling down from above him. The girl came crashing down onto the hard pavement. He could see no blood splattering around, but knew that such head-first crash would be fatal. He attended to the girl. She was gasping for air, occasionally gurgling in her own blood. Her ears trickled a constant stream of blood. The monk regretted that he lacked the spiritual strength to invoke a rejuvenation word, which could reverse such grievous injuries. At the very least, he invoked an anesthetic invocation, which eased the pain of the dying girl, as she breathed her last and returned to her Creator. The monk uttered a simple farewell prayer, and closed her eyes. Her death would be an unfortunate turn of fortune, Jeremiah thought, but not the immediate cause of her misfortune, as the monk detected a trail of unusually hateful miasma coming from the point where she fell. He looked up, and saw something peeking out from above the roofing. It disappeared seconds later, but Jeremiah already knew what it was. He calmly walked into the school compound and picked an empty bottle he found in a pile of rubbish. The monk went to a toilet and filled the bottle with water from one of the water tanks. The stench of the miasma was discernible enough even through walls, it only needed him one minute to track down the origin of the presence in one of the deserted classrooms in the school. Immediately, Jeremiah saw a dark vulpine figure walking restlessly in the room. The figure saw him, and approached him in a way that no passive psychic echoes would ever do. The figure apprehended him menacingly, uttering hateful words and constantly harassing him. The monk paid no heed to its words; he knew that it was a daemon of hatred which had emulated a soul it favored and was roaming the place in search of targets to vent its hatred upon. The unfortunate girl was its latest victim, and Jeremiah would make sure she'd be the last one. The monk quickly drew out the water bottle. He ran around the room, spilling water along the way and uttering the Entrapment verses so that the entity would not escape elsewhere. The ghost howled and screeched out profanities as it tried leaving the room in vain. With the entity firmly in place, Jeremiah started invoking the standard exorcism power word. At this point, his mind was constantly bombarded with all the hatred the entity fed upon during its stint in the mortal realms, as the entity slowly disintegrated and released its internal essence. Jeremiah could feel the hatred of both warring factions in the turmoil, and began to understand the complexity of the situation Vekaiyu was in. The daemon wasn't a particularly tough one, and it was totally disintegrated in a matter of seconds. A foul stench of brimstone filled the air for a while, but disappeared a short while later as a calming gust of wind blew through the room. Jeremiah returned to the body of the child. He washed off the drying wounds and blood, and wrapped the body inside a table cloth he found in one of the classrooms. He cradled the body and walked towards the sanctuary. The very least he could do, was to let the people in the sanctuary inter her remains and return the body to the earth. |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 3 2010, 11:51:35 PM Post #63 |
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Planet Telox
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Above Iruk Suddenly, missiles and shells from the southeast end of the large city streaked across the sky, heading in a general direction at the collection of helicopters above. They ripped across the morning sky. It was difficult to tell where exactly the projectiles were coming from, but wherever they were being fired, the sudden burst of weaponry suggested they had more to their arsenal. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 4 2010, 12:37:24 AM Post #64 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Eldura International Airport The human had an aquiline nose, black hair, ruddy skin, and blue eyes. He had a svelte built. His passport said that he was from Vulshain and that his name was Max Golden Praetus. He wore all black. His blue eyes appeared to look through anyone he looked at, as if he was studying their very souls. He went through the metal detector without a problem. His luggage was cleared and he handed his passport to the clerk and waited. |
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| Allegheny | Oct 4 2010, 02:00:08 AM Post #65 |
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The missiles began streaking past the formation of helicopters, their errant wild paths luckily leading them into a few choppers extinguishing the lives of the soldiers and pilots inside. "Holy shit! Missiles from he southeast evasive maneuvers!" Screamed on pilot over the radio. The pack of helicopters began spreading out as the pilots and occupants began looking for where the missiles were fired. "Smoke trail coming from those buildings over there, let's light the fuckers up! Attention ground forces. Enemy activity in the south east edge of the city, Small Arms and RPG's we are engaging. A group of helicopters broke off and began pounding the buildings with hellfire missiles and minigun fire destroying everything they could see with extreme prejudice. Several helicopters from the main group allowed soldiers to rope down onto a three story building that looked like a school. Meanwhile the combined ground forces of the Vekaiyun and Alleghenian divisions approached slowly, the tanks allowing the APC's and foot soldiers to walk far ahead so as to keep their paths clear. |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 4 2010, 05:08:42 PM Post #66 |
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Planet Telox
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The buildings the helicopters rained destruction upon disintegrated with relative ease, with some structures coming down relatively fast and a final building, appearing like an old warehouse, fell in a heap with a cloud of smoke climbing from the ruins. Almost as if on cue, another missile sight fired at the invading peacekeepers. Meanwhile, on the school, the spirit from before, having been chased away by monks only minutes ago, returned to his temporary place of residency, impressed at the current array of souls arriving on the scene. "I hope they like what I've done with the place." |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Allegheny | Oct 5 2010, 06:48:45 PM Post #67 |
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Major Killian observed the destruction in his own helicopter. "Careful there guys, could be more missiles about." The Helicopters buzzed about the area like bees attacking a intruder to their hive. Hellfire missiles and 20 mm cannon fire rained down upon the streets and buildings near where the last missiles where fired. Another missile streaked out of a nearby building and struck Killian's chopper in tail, breaking it off. The centrifugal force of the spinning helicopter prevented the pilot or Killian from caling Mayday before the helicopter slammed into a nearby building. A few minutes of unconciousness passed before Killian woke up. He tried calling out on the radios but they were dead along with the pilot and the passengers. "Shit." He cursed. His arm was broken from the impact but he was able to get out. The streets where empty save for the crashed helicopter. Killian waved up at the passing choppers to get their attention, but they did not see him. "Damn." he whispered again. The pain was intense, but being a soldier for Allegheny had it's perks, his genetic enhancements allowed him to tolerate the pain, but Killian took a battlefield pain killer to numb it up. The drug relaxed his tensed muscles and Killian set forth to meet up with the ground forces and troops that had already roped in from the helicopters. |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 8 2010, 08:33:38 PM Post #68 |
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Planet Telox
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A fairly old and lanky vulpine figure appeared around the corner of the dank hallways of the school, with hair inky black and fur a sooty gray. He approached the downed soldier and smiled slightly, his left eye closed to a slit. "Hello there," he replied. "You look lost." |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Allegheny | Oct 8 2010, 09:03:41 PM Post #69 |
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Partly Cloudy
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Major Killian had found himself inside a school after walking for a while, he was immensely lost and disoriented from the crash. He was startled by the voice of the man who appeared before him and pulled out his revolver with his good arm and shot. The bullet went right through the man before him, but the man did not fall, he shot five more times until his weapons ammo was depleted. "Fuck you! What the hell are you?" Killian yelled. |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 9 2010, 10:32:18 PM Post #70 |
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Planet Telox
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((OOC: This post was collaboration between Allegheny and I)) "I'm an angel," he replied. "No need to fear me. I'm just here as a guide to this realm. Whether or not you want the help is up to you, but I warn you, it will get very bad out there." He paused and grinned. "Could use an extra eye out there, right?" Major Killian laughed and started to reload. "Keep talking I am reloading." "Of course." He looked around the building, paying extra attention to the damages sustained from some kind of attack still fresh in the past. "I seem to remember when this place had hope. It's quite apparent. I mean, this is a school we're fighting in. A primary school of all places." He paused. "I guess I just don't know what's going on. Why people are here fighting. And why your nation sent so many of your men to die." "People die everyday. Deal with it." Killian raised his firearm again and unloaded it into the figure. "Welp, command said the fight would get hairy, but no one told me about fucking dog ghosts." "Yeah, people do die every day. There's beauty in that, you know? The weak are mowed away for the strong. Only way... either of our species can really advance. Perhaps that's what this is. Weeding out the weak to advance the strong." "There must have been some crazy shit in that stimulant I took." Killian said out loud. He looked around the hallway and saw a door marked 'stairs' in Unonian just behind the apparition. "Well sorry to cut this short, but I have to leave." Killian said as he walked toward the ghost. The spirit smiled as the man walked through him. He enveloped his soul with his icy cold hands as the pricking sensation of thousands of needles coursed through his center to his extremities. Killian shivered a bit and shrugged off the feeling as he made his way for the roof. After climbing a few floors he stood and looked out toward the smoke and fires of the ongoing battle. The helicopters continued to assault the nearby area as the ground forces moved in. Killian took out a flair gun and fired it into the air hoping someone would see. The flare flew off into the sky as it seemed to fly above an area of intense building-to-building fighting. It was unclear if they were getting close or simply grazing by the city block, but attention was probably gained, no doubt. A soft growl seemed to emanate from below the ground where the major stood. "If I cannot have innocence, I will take the unwashed!" As if on cue, rhythmic pounding could be heard from the floor below. The roof seemed to give little by little with each pound. Major Killian stepped back from the cracks that formed in the roof. "Oh shit." He said after tripping and falling over. Finally, the ceiling gave, caving in from a propagating crack that twisted and curved around the blackened roof. Thankfully, it caved slowly, bending against its own rebar frame as the steel tubes buckled under the weight of what they were to support. The room with which the roof collapsed was completely dark, save for the light cast from the overcast sky above to the hole below. Killian tried to stand and climbed out but fell through the collapsed roof a few feet onto the floor. His eyes adjusted for the decreased light in the room. Suddenly, a silhouetted figure, vulpine in shape, but quite slender, moved toward him while making what almost sounded like the sickening cry of a human child. It seemed to pass right through him, and vanished as soon as it had arrived. "What the fuck is going on here! Show yourself now!" Killian yelled as he looked around the room frantically. Killian grabbed another flare,loaded it into the flare gun and fired it through the hole in the ceiling. A disembodied voice cackled. "There's only enough room in this heaping flesh for one soul!" "GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Killian yelled at the voice. "I'm not in the mood right now. I think I'll make myself at home - this will do just fine!" The man's skin crawled as legs slowly began to move. "Heyo! Gotta get used to this fucking walking all over again!" Killian tried to fight as he was taken over by a force he did not understand, his consciousness was pushed back into the depths of his mind as the entity assumed control. After a few minutes of fighting and ultimately losing a helicopter arrived and hovered over the school, one soldier roped down to see. "Major Killian! Are you ok?" The soldier asked. "Yes! Yes, of course I'm fine! I just had to make a few adjustments!" He moved around. "Goddamn is it hot in here or is it just me!" Pausing, he stepped wobbly over some debris, then looked around the premises. "Sorry. I... guess I had a bit of a fall there. What are we advancing, soldier?" The soldier saluted. "Sir, we are pounding the shit out of these rebels, artillery support has been made available along with our fighter-bombers. Colonel Campbell has been advised that fuel is low and that we will be leaving to refuel within a few minutes. I suggest we get out of here." The soldier stepped off the rope and handed a belt and clip for him to be pulled on to the helicopter. After both were on they flew off to lead the pack of helicopters back to the Alleghenian's temporary base of operations. Major Killian looked below to the sprawling city, then spotted a museum of sorts. "Shit! If it's in Iruk, it has to be in there." He then searched for the commanding officer. "Sir! Requesting to be assigned to the front lines!" The Pilot looked back at Killian. "Sir! You are the commanding officer!" The soldier who briefed him laughed. "Must have taken a hit to the head Major." The Pilot, Co-pilot and Soldier laughed collectively. The Pilot then shook his head. "Sir! We are at bingo fuel! We cannot divert from course now we have to go back for fuel!" "It will have to wait for now..." "Roger that! We will rendezvous with the fuel point then break camp for an afternoon assault!" "Oohrah!" They all yelled. The soldier took position at the minigun near the door and fired on a few vulpines below tearing then apart with rapid fire. "Ha! This shit is easy as hell. I hardly have to lead the dumb fuckers." "Of course!" Killian yelled. "They're all just damn sheep anyway! Give me one of those guns!" "Yeah sure! Just take the assualt rifle slung on that rack there!" The soldier continued to fire on the vulpines below. "Hey! Look over there!" The soldier pointed toward the horizon as a formation of ground attack jets coming in low. "They gonna nape the sons a bitches!" "Excellent! They'll all pay!" He grabbed the gun and laughed maniacly as he rained bullets onto the crowds below. The Napalm bombs were released nearby, the deadly fire adding to the destruction down below. The heat from the explosions could be felt from where they were flying. "Woo! Danger close baby!" The helicopter finally crossed the edges of the city and over to the airfields where several more division continued fortifying and erecting pre-fabricated structures. The helicopter touched down in a field where more helicopters were landing. "Yeah! Succesful first strike I'd say." The pilot said as he got out. One of the ground crew who came to start refueling the helicopters approached Killian. "Hey Major! General Burton wants to see you in his field office. On the double they said!" The ground crewman pointed toward a small structure that had officers buzzing about it. "He is over there." Killian ran over to where the small structure was located. He was still getting used to walking, let alone running, but he was a quick learner, and determined now more than ever on reaching his goal. The stirring around the structure piqued his curiousity as he neared it. "Major Killian here, sir, reporting for duty!" Burton looked up from his desk. "Good job out there, our ground forces along with the Vekaiyun military is destroying all resistance. Now that the Air Force has gotten it's shit together and is able to properly back up our troops in the field we can focus on harrasing any rebels who plan on using the mountains as a base of operations. Your air brigade will be used in those missions. Good hunting Major, dismissed." "Over and out," Killian said with a grin. He walked back to his crew who were waiting around as the helicopter refueld. "Attention, dammit! Our landing point for our phase two assault will be on top of a museum. I believe it will be an adequate location in both size and proximity." The pilot laughed. "Woah there Major, check your wrist computer. These orders say we are going to the mountains." "Indeed it does! But there's been a slight change of plans." He pointed to a random soldier. "You will command the mountain force, I will lead a small task force into Iruk. We've got to secure that area now!" Killian looked over his men. "You three, get into the helicopter to the left. As for you, pilot, get in. I'll need my best flyer to go back into that hellhole." "Uhh, Roger that Major." They said not wanting to get in trouble. "These orders top secret or something?" "Yes. Covert. My years of service tell me this is the best option." He gave a slight nod. "Over and out!" |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 9 2010, 11:09:10 PM Post #71 |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 9 2010, 11:20:31 PM Post #72 |
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The Boll Weevel
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| yk001nul | Oct 10 2010, 05:21:17 AM Post #73 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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The concrete ceiling of the Iruk sanctuary shook for a while as something exploded on the surface. Several people started running for cover as the tremors grew stronger. Dust and small debris rained down on the refugees, but the interior of the sanctuary was not damaged. Whatever caused the tremors apparently went away after several seconds. Jeremiah had just finished preparing the child's body for a Vekaiyun burial when the tremors started. He requested for the elders to finish up the burial ritual while he went to investigate the after-effects of the tremors. It took him several minutes to check everything, and when he was finished, the elders had already buried the body in the delta of the underground river below the sanctuary, where every casualty from the war had been interred into. The elder grey-maned vulpine who took charge of the burial service returned from the river. He peered out through the large cave-in hole which led to the river, and looked at the dust trails leaving off the ceiling. His face was smeared with foul-smelling river dirt, but he just wiped the dirt off with the sleeve of his shirt. Jeremiah hoisted him up to the level ground. Dusting away the falling dust off his shirt, the elder vulpine took out his qahva leaves and absentmindedly chewed the leaves. Looking at the anxious faces of the refugees around him, he sighed. "This sanctuary would not hold much longer, you know. It is inevitable that the barrier will crumble under the sinful technology of the warring tribes." Jeremiah calmed the old man down. "I know that the question is not 'if', but rather 'when' such calamity will happen. We did not receive any message from the Order's Inquisitors, so we cannot establish any Heaven's Gate word here anytime soon, not without a proper destination gate set up in Adl Justia." The monk looked at the refugees around him. Most of them were elders and children, with few young adults around. They would not be able to hold any possible invaders by combat skills alone. Jeremiah turned to the elder vulpine. "Elder, how many of these followers here have good understanding of the combat-oriented power words?" The elder vulpine shook his head. "Nay, we did not practice any combat words. We never had any reasons to be involved in combat, even before the Separation of the vulpine nations. They practiced mostly utility words, like the Manna's Food Tray or Guardian Cherub. Some of the older ones knew the watered down version of the combat words. A finger-sized Wind Knife is great for cutting carrots, but I doubt that it would do anything against the war machines." Jeremiah nodded. He took out the mission scrolls given to him by the Order agents, and gave them to the elder vulpine. "I believe the refugees will need these more than I do. Please teach them the words inscribed in these scrolls. I will do what I can to assist, but the Creator can only help those who carried the chains of their servitude themselves. It won't be long before something big comes to Iruk, and we'll need to help everyone here." |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Veerilion | Oct 10 2010, 09:52:53 AM Post #74 |
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Veerilionic Empire
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If you want to know something about Veerilion then here is the Link: Veerilion Factbook Want to disuss something? Link: Veerilion Discussion Thread And if you got Question, if you find the factbook simply not informative, then here is link: Questions and Answers | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 14 2010, 12:05:16 AM Post #75 |
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Planet Telox
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Major Killian walked past a small grouping of dead Alleghenian soldiers, his boots echoing within the confines of the large museum as he walked toward an exhibit that still had the emergency floodlights on. He had reached his goal. The long wait was finally over. A great grin grew across his face like a curling parasite as he glanced at the large sign written in Unonian, carved into the marble: VENAVLE EXIBIT He strutted past what appeared to be two guard posts and passed over the large archway. He breathed a sigh of relief the moment he stepped inside. The entire room was more of a mausoleum or a memorial than an exhibit. Innocent childhood drawings were framed in glass. Various certificates from when the dictator graduated military school and all the accomplishments therein, next to his school uniform, dazzled a section. A miniature of the grave stone they made for his mother. Photographs of the royal family killed, murals of his rise to power commissioned by the finest of Vekaiyun artists, the Maxist flag, depictions of the millions he killed written on a Vekaiyun map. Horrible experimentations he funded. Remarkable cruelty he radiated. Awesome terror he instilled upon the eyes of an entire generation. It was all there. But the thing he wanted most, right next to the former dictator’s decapitated body with a false head placed upon its shoulders was an unusually large bronze bust with the phrase ‘lest we forget, history shall never repeat’. But it was bronze. Not the real thing by a longshot. He growled as he pushed the bust over, sending it to the floor. It exploded into hundreds of pieces and cracked the marble floor beneath it. “Where is it?” he said with a hint of impatience. “Dammit! Where did they hide it?” He searched around, but then suddenly stopped when he noticed a metal box was among the shattered remains of the bust. He picked it up and set it down on one of the tables of the exhibit, which happened to be the old desk of the dictator. When he opened the box, he smiled. “I… It’s… yes! YES!” From the box came the head of the former dictator, doped on preservative fluid from when they probably tried to put it on display, then hid it away, hoping that no one would notice. But, as he gripped the head by the hair, he noticed they hadn’t touched it – this was not a stuffed taxidermy or some silicone mess, no, that was the actual fur, the actual skin, the actual damaged eyes with bits of the eyeballs still nestled within their respective sockets. He fished his fingers into the orbitals until he felt the presence of the optic nerves. “How damn stupid… I didn’t expect this kind of luck at all!” He carefully moved the tongue back into the mouth, giving the head a more respectful look. “Ten years. Ten years I haven’t been this close to my own fucking head. And now I’m touching it.” He smiled as the preservatives stopped dripping from it, and, with a quick jerk, knocked the fake head off his body. His smile disappeared when he remembered uniting a body with a head was not as simple as plugging in an electrical socket. Frowning, he looked at the seemingly endless array of broken blood vessels, nerve endings, severed spine, and sliced Adam’s apple. “Damn that bitch Selvala,” he muttered. “I may very well be trapped in this fucking fleshbag. Unless… unless I found someone who could put this thing back together. That fucking Thomas would know.” He set the head back in its metal box. “But where the hell is he?” “Sir?” He turned around and nearly fired his weapon. Smiling, he stopped and squinted his eyes. “I remember you… older than what I remember, though.” He nodded. “I also changed my name,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Imesu is what I go by now. They hired me as curator for this exhibit. I normally don’t come in when there’s a war going on outside of our city, but… something told me to break tradition.” He looked over at the box. “I overheard your little speech. You want to sew your head back to your body?” “Yes.” He sighed and pulled up the chair to his old desk to sit in. “I’d give anything to be back.” “Anything?” He scoffed. “Anything that I still own, of course.” Imesu nodded. “It’s a long shot, but I think I might be able to help you, Max. But you’ve got to promise me… I’ve changed face. I’m too old to really fight anymore. We are both too old. You’ve got to promise me you won’t cause any trouble. Look around you, Max. You didn’t used to be this way, nor was I. I spent a lot of time thinking, and I’ve changed. I want you to change too, and I will help you. Do you accept?” Imesu watched as the human didn’t really change his emotions. “Please, Max. I want you to be alive as much as you do. But this isn’t our world anymore.” He scowled, but then suddenly laughed and smiled. “Of course, old friend. I said anything, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just… want to be me again.” |
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| yk001nul | Oct 14 2010, 01:49:00 AM Post #76 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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The sanctuary suddenly came alive with the voice While the rest of the refugees were busying themselves over memorizing the combat power words given by the Order, Jeremiah headed towards the entrance of the sanctuary. He'd need to strengthen the barrier and scout the perimeter of the building for any possible interference. The monk climbed up the building and scanned the surroundings of the warehouse from its roof. The city seemed awfully quiet for now. The stench of blood and charcoal still drifted in the air, but there were no directly visible signs of violence in any direction. Jeremiah placed a paper with a Strength component word on the roof; it would supplement the resistance of the barrier under any aerial barrage. Suddenly, Jeremiah was struck with a dreadful emotion. It was the same disgusting miasma of hate and desire which he experienced before when he returned from the remote village earlier. He remembered the small tussle with an entity in a ruins of a school. He remembered that it was that exact stench that lingered on the body of that little girl. This is bad, he thought. He should have known that the fight was too easy to be true. The entity was more stubbornly bound to the mortal realm than he thought it was. Some kind of desire, or bond, must have reconstructed the entity out of the raw material of hate and violence in its haunting place. In the middle of war-torn Iruk, he knew that such raw materials were bountiful enough to remake any hate-driven ghosts several times over. He followed the stench of the miasma a few kilometers away to a dilapidated museum of some sorts. Flying machines buzzed overhead as he stealthily crept into the crumbling building, pushing away several corpses along the way. He could hear the echoes of people talking inside the museum. He silently walked in the opposite direction of the voices, approaching the individuals from behind. He saw two people talking. One is a vulpine, and the other is a muscular human, probably a soldier of another country. The sickly miasma was so strong in the area, it was impossible to precisely locate the source of the disturbance. The entity could still be lurking around in extra-dimensional space, finding the right time to appear. Or worse, they could be already around, hiding in physical bodies. The monk drew his attention towards the conversing men. At first glance, both of them looked fine. But as past experience kicked in, Jeremiah could see a slight limp that signified a sluggish brain-limbs coordination, muscle ticks that represented the body's natural resistance to foreign control, and unnaturally rigid body posture. All signs of an entity possession were evident... in the military man. Jeremiah sighed. The entity could not have taken a much more difficult target. The soldier looked strong, and the entity inside it would make him even stronger. His anxiety aside, the monk barged into the scene to interfere. "Stop right there, demon!" |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 14 2010, 04:45:37 PM Post #77 |
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Planet Telox
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"Hold it right there!" Major Killian boomed as the Monk charged toward both him and Imesu. He grabbed his gun to the left of him and pointed it directly at the monk. "No! Don't shoot him!" Imesu shouted, putting a hand on the barrel and moving it downward. "You said you wouldn't! You promised!" His hand shook with nervous fright as he tried to deter his friend. Killian nodded. "Very well." He looked over to the monk. "Stand back!" |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 14 2010, 07:57:54 PM Post #78 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Vulshainian Confederate Navy's Southern Fleet Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Vulshainian Golden Heart listened to his orders. "So, basically, we are ask for permission for all attacks on any targets by the Premier herself. Seems reasonable. Have all ships ready for ambushes and enemy fire. I want all jamming and counterjamming systems working around the clock, and the get the pilots ready for immediate launch at any second. Have the subs keep their sonar going 24/7. I want us to be ready for anything and everything at all times. And get me Premier Levinile now. We are going to start firing." The communications officer nodded as he contacted the Vekaiyun Premier for the Admiral. "We're ready sir," the officer said. Clearing his throat, Admiral Frederick said to the Premier, "Premier Ikrisia Levinile of the Holy Republic of Vekaiyu, this is Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Vulshainian Confederate Ship Golden Heart, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, and flagship of the Southern Fleet. I am contacting to let you know that we are two and half days away from the coastal city of Nilisa. I need to have your permission to start the rain." OOC: Todd, rain is another word for shooting. lol |
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| yk001nul | Oct 14 2010, 09:06:42 PM Post #79 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Jeremiah slowed his approach and stood back. The soldier was pointing his firearm right at him. It seemed that the demon inside wouldn't have any second thoughts about killing him right there. The monk looked at the other guy in the vicinity. His elderly face was ashen with anxiety and fear. He heard him calling the soldier his friend. It was not clear to him which part of the soldier was his friend to begin with, the real soldier, or the manifestation of desire currently possessing the soldier. From the elder guy's emotional outburst though, he was pretty sure that it was the latter. He stood even further back, and said to the older guy, "That is not your friend, sir." |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Allegheny | Oct 15 2010, 01:16:38 AM Post #80 |
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Partly Cloudy
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"Gunship Alpha Charlie one one Foxtrot Whiskey, Overlord, how do you hear?" The co-pilot keyed up the mic. "One one Foxtrot Whiskey, go ahead Overlord." "We picked up several flat lines near a museum a half mile to the north of the front, soldiers were not authorized to be there. Possible enemy activity in the area, fire at your discretion." Finished Overlord. "Roger, Overlord. One one foxtrot whiskey will engage possible targets, out." The pilot said back. "Looks like we had some prisoners executed in a nearby museum, lets go there and flush out those rebels." The pilot took the plane into a circular pattern over the museum which was not to far from the battle itself. "105 millimeter, clear to fire on museum." The gunner signaled ready and fired several shells on to the roof of the museum. "No contacts coming out, must have gotten them. Overlord, one one foxtrot whiskey, we engaged possible targets nothing is moving down there." "Acknowledged one one foxtrot whiskey, return to previous location. Overlord out." |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 15 2010, 10:30:03 PM Post #81 |
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Planet Telox
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Ikrisia read over Lord Steam's message in the form of an email. She groaned over the mentioning of the late Ler Commodore, recalling that she should probably select a Ler and Kral Commodore soon, unless she'd look just as power-hungry as Max, who for years was the only word in Vekaiyu. "Hopefully things will get back to normal after this civil war's finished."
She leaned back in her chair as she set her laptop down and turned her attention back to the television, muted but on the V3 news channel. The vulpine premier shook her head at the coverage, full of dead bodies, raw video footage of families being shot in a firing squad fashion, and, most recently, the report of an Alleghenian air strike upon a Maxist stronghold in Iruk, which just so happened to be placed next to an aging chemical storage facility for... Ikrisia shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit light headed. Her legs felt clammy as she tried to swallow, but couldn't keep from salivating. She finally vomited next to her seat, sensations of hot and cold and prickly needles infected her body. She couldn't bare to look up at the television screen. Millions had to be dead. "My God. This fight needs to end now!" |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 15 2010, 10:44:47 PM Post #82 |
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Planet Telox
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"Please," Imesu said. "Look at me. I am old. I am going to be a grandfather in six months. I don't quite understand what's going on, but I do know my dear leader when I hear him. He is not a demon, though he is also not spotless. I asked him to change, and he has promised that to me." He paused. "That is all I know. All I know about this. But... but I have known him for quite some time, and a chance to have my old friend back, where we could sit together on a park bench like bookends... and reminisce. Remember. Share the same fears. I am... a lonely man. I have a past I can talk about to no one. Not even to my family anymore. Please. Allow me one companion before the sun sets on my life." Suddenly, the building shook, like a series of explosions happened just on the roof. A loud commotion gave the impression that an air raid might be transpiring, especially as a loud thud seemed to come from the next room over. "Right... we might not have time for formalities any longer," the soldier added. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 16 2010, 12:18:33 AM Post #83 |
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The Boll Weevel
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"I have received my orders from the Vulshainian Ministry of Defense. Since you have requested the Vulshainian military to come to your aid, we are prepared to do all in our power to assist you and your forces in ending this civil war quickly. We understand that we need your permission before we start our operations against the Maxist insurgents and anyone who may be aiding them." Ikrisia combed over the email once more. "Yeah... I approve of a coastal blockade over the province of Kunnat and the city of Ves. I am not firm on a landing..." She paused. Then again, I have to pay for Vekaiyun soldier losses, while a Vulshainian troop costs me nothing. We'll probably need to keep our numbers up anyway." "I mean, secure the coastlines, then await my orders for a ground campaign, if that offer is still on the table. Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick nodded and smiled. "So, you don't wish us to start a ground campaign upon softing the coastal defenses of Nilisa?" "I would like you to concentrate on securing the coastline first, then commencing a ground assault. I am concerned with rebelling provinces getting any sort of aid." "Understood. What about air support? We have two stealth Nighthawks ready and loaded with bombs. We could have them in and out in no time. We also have some Hind gunships as well as MiGs that could support your troops as well as bring them supplies." "I will acquire a report on any targest of interest and hand select the ones that would be most beneficial to bomb." "Understood, Lady Premier. However, the Confederate soldiers will not be happy. Alot of them had relatives who fought in the Monarchical Patriot War where your people came to our aid in overthrowing Merrill Rivers and restoring our monarchy to power. A lot of them want to return the favor." "We are in the middle of a day operation, admiral. I won't make any rash decisions on a change of strategy until a phase has ended. As I have learned, unless the plan requires a dramatic shift, it is best not to create a dramatic shift. I will review the progress tonight and make final decisions on any orders." "I fully understand, Lady Premier. Any information you have about the defenses of Nilisa would most appreciated." "Very well." She paused again, remembering the advantages of not sending her own men into the hellfire. "I believe by nightfall I will have plans drawn up for an invasion of Kunnat." "Very good. Lady Premier, if I may? From what I have heard from you right now, you are quite a military strategist. However, do you have any information and intelligence on the Nilisa defenses? Our satellites have shown some SAMs and batteries, but that is about it." "Expect the SAM sites to be active. Coastal batteries should prove difficult, and at least two Vekaiyun divisions are present within the shrkinking pocket. And while I can understand the use of satellite to comb over our facilities, please be advised that our installations are covert. We do not normally allow such things to occur on Vekaiyun soil. "Understood. So, we may start the rain now?" "I said secure the coastline first. Fire upon active coastal batteries and any opposition. Those are the orders for now. I will send over coordinates to bomb and a plan for a ground assault once the coast is clear and the forth day is finished." "Understood. Coastal batteries and any and all opposition shall be fired upon and eliminated. Lady Premier, your will shall be done. Anything else, Lady Premier Levinile?" "That is all for now, Admiral. Thank you." "Understood Lady Premier. May the Saints watch over us all. Golden Heart out. Take care Lady Premier." Ikrisia hung up the phone. She then dialed the number to her secretary. "Yes.... Inform Lur Commodore Ivlasteri of the 41st that he is to continue with his encirclement, secure, then proceed to hold the territory until the surrender of Lira. Have him hold from thereon for the time being. That is all." Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick smiled. "Are we in range to fire yet?" "Yes, sir." "Good, have radar lock on the SAMs and batteries and open fire with tomahawks. But I don't want a single civilian target to be hit!" "YES SIR!" |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 17 2010, 06:42:37 PM Post #84 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Missiles are launched from the Southern Fleet towards the SAM sites and coastal batteries that were protecting the coastal city of Nilisa. Several missiles were multiple warheads as they split apart into more missiles. The Southern Fleet ships immediately ready countermeasures at the moment the enemy fired back. |
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| Allegheny | Oct 17 2010, 10:39:55 PM Post #85 |
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Partly Cloudy
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The smoke that had enveloped Iruk at the beginning of the operation was now black and billowing from all directions, jets roared above cluster bombing streets ahead of the advancing Alleghenian's. Whiskey company had been transferred to the front, Sargent Chambers, PFC Coen and Corporal Grey exited the APC they had been riding in to a grizzly view. The soldiers had lined up several surrendering rebels and sprayed them down with automatic weapons fire. Chambers stood next to Grey as she watched the rebels blood spill across the street. "No Prisoners Grey, you know the orders." Rebecca Grey turned to face the sarge. "I know, but it's just wrong to me." Chambers laughed. "You're a medic, of course it's wrong to you. Just remember who you are supposed to be saving, besides it's just a couple mutts." "Yea... But aren't we here to help stabilize them?" Grey looked at the burning skyscrapers before her. "This doesn't look like we are helping at all." "Ha! Well they picked the wrong country to ask for help. Our doctrines weren't designed for peace keeping. They hit us hard, we hit harder and boy do they not know when to quit." Corporal Grey shook her head. Several tanks passed by there low roar of their massive engines combined with the crushing of car's underneath was deafening. It was David versus Goliath, their overwhelming force was too much, thirty artillery shells slammed into buildings nearby obliterating the block. Chambers came back from wherever he walked off to. "Alright guys we got our unit orders. We are to be lookouts for these tanks." PFC Billy Coen cocked his light machine gun and smiled. "Let's fuck shit up!" The unit under the sarge's command all cheered as they mounted up on the tanks and jeeps. |
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| yk001nul | Oct 18 2010, 07:21:56 AM Post #86 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Jeremiah listened closely to the elder vulpine's incoherent babbling. The earlier explosion had started to break down the structure of the building, resulting in crumbling debris falling off the ceiling, but none of that seemed to shake the elder vulpine's belief in the possessed soldier. The monk sighed; he would have no other choice but to show him the truth behind the thinly veiled illusion. He drew an intricate pattern onto the ground while reciting several verses. A cool breeze blew as the monk finished his incantations. He drew his hand towards his chest, and then slammed the ground. Immediately, a semi transparent reflective rectangular block shot out of the ground between the soldier and the elder vulpine. Jeremiah slowly stood up as the Expulsion Mirror finished materializing. Soon enough, the mirror executed its true purpose. Before the soldier's very eye, his normal reflection on the shiny mirror surface slowly turned into a bewildering sequences of colors and shapes, before finally settling down in the form of a purplish-black amorphous smoke. The smoky image seemed to form multiple sequences of indistinguishable shapes before finally coalescing into a bloated form of a vulpine. The vulpine entity seemed to be in a perpetual state of anger and anxiety, so much that his anger seemed to seep out into the surrounding area. The mirror should reflect the same image on both sides, showing both the soldier and the confused grandfather the same view of the infernal spirit within. Jeremiah backed down for a while, knowing that his minor Expulsion enchantment would not fully expose the demon spirit, but it should be enough to be a powerful demonstration for the elder vulpine... if he decided to see anything at all. "Do you see any indication of your 'friend' in that smoke? Whatever it was in that soldier, it is only a reflection of what once was. Every reminiscence of your friend that you found in that thing, is just an illusion, birthed by the last mortal desire of your friend." The mirror has disintegrated by the time Jeremiah finished talking. The monk calmly pulled out a kerosene vial he scrounged from a tank remains specially for the occasion, and resumed talking to the elder vulpine. "Giving the remains of your true friend to that demon would only degrade the memory of your friend, and enable the demon to accomplish his mission of spreading hate and misery to this world. That cadaver pieces are the only thing linking this demon to this world, and burning them off would forever banish the demon for good." |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 18 2010, 09:55:11 PM Post #87 |
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The Boll Weevel
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DIEIS Agent Gayle Maynard watched the argument between Corporal Grey and her superior about whether the Alleghenians were actually helping people. Maynard smiled as he approached the Alleghenian corporal. "Corporal Rebecca Grey, is it? I couldn't help but noticed your concerns about the welfare and safety of civilians." He handed her a card. "You are not like your fellow Alleghenians. To them, war is about simply picking up a gun and firing wildly with no regard or concern about who gets hit by the bullets. You on the other hand, are not like that. To you, war is serious, and soldiers must be aware and concerned about the safety of innocent civilians. You don't belong in the Alleghenian military. If you decide to leave the Alleghenian military, know that Vulshain will welcome you with open arms." He then told her goodbye, and disappeared down some alleyways. The card read in English:
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 20 2010, 08:39:56 PM Post #88 |
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Planet Telox
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![]() Tragedy in Iruk Reporting from the V3 Network in Vekaiyu, Ankya Ilusi IRUK – It is potentially the single most deadly event in Vekaiyun history. An estimated one to five million people are dead after a chemical explosion on the southeastern sector of Iruk released a toxic substance into the air. It is reported that at around 11:08 AM, Alleghenian helicopters entered the city airspace in an attempt to neutralize the Maxist uprising that has plagued the city for four days now. Upon entering the city, the crafts were fired upon by an artillery barrage located in Kusavil Base, grounds that were seized by Maxists on the first day of conflict. Alleghenian helicopters returned fire and removed the threat. It is believed this retaliation hit what is believed to be a concentration of suvavki, a highly toxic chemical used in some recent polymerization processes that inhibits cellular respiration. Even very small amounts can be lethal. “Suvavki-based polymerization methods are required to be done underground in low pressure environments,” polymer chemist Dr. Ehjy Venilasi informed V3 news. “There should be no reason why that chemical should be above ground – it is highly illegal for industrial operations. Such facilities are classified as level one biological installations. Even a missile attack would not have netted such a tragedy.” When asked if suvavki could be used as a weapon in chemical warfare, Venilasi added, “I suppose, but by nature it does not linger in an open environment as much as mainstream chemical weapons would.” No official report has been made yet, but it is estimated the number of dead is staggering, unparalleled in any single civilian event in Vekaiyun history. Premier Ikrisia Levinile plans to address the nation tonight. When reached for comment, the Vekaiyun leader is quoted with saying, “This is a tragedy. A great tragedy. We lost many today, but we cannot lose ourselves.” Adevi Liberated The 11th Vekaiyun infantry division liberated the 6th without much resistance, field reports have determined. Sipavu Commodore Viktor Yuselof advanced his division into the rebelling province under cover fire from the nearby armored corps division. Once the pocket had been opened, the two infantry divisions turned their attention into the heart of the Adevi. Once the two divisions were outside of the city limits of the province seat, the provincial overseer surrendered. It is rumored Lira is planning on suing for peace later today. Elsewhere, the 64th infantry division is gaining control of the Uliesa province, while the 7th infantry division is gaining control over Fek, but has met intense fighting once they reached the city limits. In Iruk, the Alleghenian 5th army group, working with the 77th and 24th armored corps, continues to move to the heart of the besieged city. © 2010 V3 news services |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 20 2010, 09:07:32 PM Post #89 |
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Planet Telox
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Provincial Overseer and leader of Meyshevyu of Kunnat Enlil Volesieri folded his newspaper and leaned back in his seat, exasperated with the current report. “Dammit,” was all he could mutter. He knew the current situation could make Maxists everywhere look horrible but, of course, consequences can lead to opportunity. He was an older vulpine, completely white-furred and with hair the color of smoke. His blue eyes peered over his glass of cognac forlornly as if he knew drinking was his escape, but at a time like this, no amount of alcohol could remedy. The news made his stomach turn anyway. He didn’t view himself as an evil man, but he was quick to admit his stubbornness got him his post. He was relatively close to Max, and reliable enough to the point that Selvala appointed him, begrudgedly though. He knew no one would be good enough to run the pro-Maxist Kunnat in her eyes, but he thanked her for the opportunity just the same. He also ran it well. Lucky for him, he was an economist, which really helped when they obtained the province from Dveria. Now he was fighting to have it removed. After taking a sip of cognac, the overseer grimaced and picked up the phone. He dialed a number while holding onto the receiver, then waited for someone to pick up. “Yes… oh, not too bad, yourself? …well, we’re fucked. Adevi is cut loose, and I’ve been in talks with Lira to keep them on board… yes I know that damn province is crawling with loyalists! ….what? No! We’re not going to surrender. What happened in Iruk was poison to our regime. Poison! …Look, Maxism was never about that. It was about allowing people to ascend from uniformity, not sabotaging your freaking city! …anyway, this would’ve never happened if Levinile didn’t rock the boat. This is her fault too. Which is why I’m calling you. We need to pin this on her. You can’t control a rebellion, and her inability to keep this under control is ultimately the reason why this all happened… yeah… yeah get me V3. We’ll see if we can sway the people here enough where we can make a stand for peace. That’s really the only hope we have right now… screw Lira, they’re lost… this is about us now… yeah, talk at you later. Bye.” He hung up the phone and poured himself another glass. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 21 2010, 09:24:08 PM Post #90 |
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Planet Telox
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"That demon is my friend!" Imesu shouted as he grabbed his fallen friend's head. "He's not evil, just misunderstood! You must believe me!" He smiled. Now that Imesu understood the monk to be a threat, it was time to act upon it. As he tried to draw his weapon, however, he froze. Somehow he had lost all control over the host's left hand. "The hell? Fucking weak piece of garbage bull fuck. Shitwaffle flesh is what it is." He sighed. The spirit was well aware of what was going on: he was incompatible. At least, that's what seemed to be going on. It was clear that whatever sort of predicament he was in now would only get worse. "Bullcocks." He paused, then smirked, almost immediately, as if something had literally come to him. He turned to his friend. "Imesu, he is right. I should go. My deepest sentiments to you and this nation." He then turned the gun around on himself and fired, releasing himself from the human container. "No!" the aging vulpine shouted as he dropped to his knees. "I wanted you back! I need you! It isn't safe anymore!" Turning to the monk, Imesu scowled. "You! You did this!" He paused, knowing there wasn't much else he could do or say. He was old and powerless, a shell of his prime. |
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