New World, Old Memories

[Mordus]

Rain pounded on the small shack of the out posting. Wounded groaned around him, this was one of many medical stops for soldiers. His ears rang with the last blow he had taken. The little minions of the Great Ones packed a nasty punch. Gnolls always did. He stared forward at the wall, not really seeing it. War did that. You found yourself on the battlefield, and you never really left.

Thunder shook him out of his stupor and his hand drifted up to his head wrappings. He looked around, Varana of all kind laid on cots. Most weren’t big clans, he saw plenty of nameless. Which was a name for people who didn’t have a house name, like common people. However he saw the Silverclaws, Red-Blades, Stoneborn. All dead or dying. No one wanted to admit it, but they were losing.

He blinked slowly and saw as a doctor approached. Medics and Doctors wore head bands embroidered with the symbol of Madaroc, the god of healing. It was a a red and white fist. The medic was saying something with a worried tone, and Mordus saw the fear in his eyes. Yet he couldn’t muster the emotion, and the constant ringing? The only thing he could hear was the rain and groaning, it was the seven hells on Orla. He simply nodded and the doctor responded with a nod of his own. He hurried off to other wounded and Mordus went back to sitting down, wishing the war would end some day. That wish was granted, for him at least.

His world erupted and sound came rushing back to him, the night sky filled his view as he flew sideways, collapsing at the edge of the pillar they were on. Men and women screamed around him, sounds of agony and dispear. Thunder shook the sky and he saw a glimpse of his enemy. A Great One. It’s scaled Hand was winding back slowly. Probably normal speed for it, but he was so gargantuan that he lived at his own pace. Standing more then 300 tall, and the very sight of fear. Ancient beings that awoke for one reason. Destroy. His own blood pooled around him and he gasped for air as a deep cold settled over him. No. This wouldn’t be how it ended. Dying in a medic outpost mikes away from his family. His love. He placed shaky palms on the ground and forced himself up. His body shook but he called forth his ancient birth right. The rain and mud swirled around for a few seconds before a large golden feathered griffin stood. He cocked his head at him and seemed to beckon him forward.

You lie in your own blood? Pitiful. He seemed to say. He staggered over to him and shakily mounted him. He cast a look to the dying around him and said a small prayer to Aurial. Gods give him strength to charge this beast. It would be the last thing he’d do, maybe it would give them time. Maybe. Lirn kicked off the ground and flew through the rain. The occasional flash of thunder lit up the beast, and Mordus saw his target well enough. His cry echoed throughout the battlefield, and the head slowly turned towards him. Bright golden light enveloped him and he closed his eyes.

No smells. That’s what woke him up. He inhaled softly but there was no hint of rain, blood, or reptile. Odd to day the least. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the hard grey stone around him, but no sky. A large oak tree stood over a shallow pool of crystal clear water. He crawled over and looked deep in the water. His wrapping were gone, but a long white scar could be seen on his head, although his fur covered it up more or less.

He attempted to dip both hands in, but for the first time found he was gripping a small white orb. He studied it for a second. It brought fleeting memories of a wide lipped grin, and... instructions? No no, guides. Odd. His gaze followed the flat stone ground, and found that it met with blank, whiteness. The only thing he saw was the large tree, pound, and small patch of stone. What in the seven hells was happening?

[Ebonywood Hellscythe]

Information about Edelith can be found on the last page of my roster, here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid133327

Edelith stormed through the Nexus, scowling. Her ice sword was held lazily in one hand, and the large head of the ice dragon that dared wrong her was being dragged by the other. Coagulated gloopy droplets of blood still plopped out of its severed neck, leaving a trail back to the frozen fields across the bone-white Nexus floor. Molten rock pooled down her outstretched limb, stuck to her body by a layer of cracked crispy rock and fusing her fingers to a tooth on the dragon's upper jaw. Comparatively, the rest of her body looked deceptively cold, despite the magma boiling under their surface of her skin - all except her eyes. Piercing, with burning ire.

Soft little thumps echoed out as her warm fluffy winter's boots met the ground for each muffled stomp. From a distance, she most likely looked slow, but people say the same thing about trains, right up until they get a little too close to the tracks. The dragon likely thought the same thing before a hammer crunched through its ribs.

Muscles heaving from the strain of lugging her trophy - abated only by how the smooth scales allowed the skull to slide like a makeshift sleigh - Edelith soon approached the fountain. She had no goal in mind. She was just sick of the damned cold.

Her gaze softened, her eyes brushing over an ape-like man, either skittish, wary, or confused in demeanour. All the signs of a new prime. She stopped, her smooth boots skidded like slippers over a freshly waxed hall, timed almost perfectly to send her petering to a halt a few metres behind him.

She smiled, the semi-solid magma partially retreated back into her skin leaving her right arm and glove covered with only a warm layer of rock - a faint glow shone out from under her long sleeve coat. "Hiyya. Wassup? You must be new, right? I'm Edelith. It's nice to meet you, mister."

[Mordus]

Mordus looked blankly at the women. Fire Spirits weren’t rare in Az, but if you found one, it was considered an ill omen. It meant one of two things. One, you were about to get robbed, beat up, and maybe killed. Two, it meant you had got killed, and your soul got lost on its way to the afterlife. Didn’t happen often but it did happen.

“Have I died.”

Mordus flopped onto his back and held the orb to his forehead. He didn’t look at the women from the one glance, instead focusing on the sky. Well, sky In the loosest Sense.

[Ebonywood Hellscythe]

Edelith temporarily dropped her prize, letting the jaw fall slack and sway lopsidedly towards the ground. She shook her gloved hand, dusting off the fragments of rock and sending about a fine spray of dust.

"Hmmm..." She tapped her chin loosely, the glow of flames gone from all but her softening amber eyes. "I don't know. Have you?" she raised an eyebrow quizzically, driving in her statement. She could almost hear the cogs in his mind turning as her answer only brought about more questions. "Or, better yet, does it matter? You're alive now, aren't you?"

[Mordus]

Mordus looked at the women.

“I don’t know if I’m alive, that’s why I asked if I was dead.”

Mordus got to his feet and stowed the orb in his small satchel. He’d need a new bag. Something that could hold his stuff and not be a hinderence. In ancient times the Azeroth house linked small bags to alternate planes. A bag of holding they were called, though if they existed here he didn’t know. Why was he thinking so far ahead? Because some part of him sensed that he was still alive, and it made him angry.

[Ebonywood Hellscythe]

"Ah, ah~" Edelith sang. Doing a little jig, she hopped up to the tips of her toes, skittering a bit closer towards the ape-man. With a smooth shuffle, she also moved sideways partly between him and the large disembodied dragon head, yet always kept her prize in the corner of her vision. "You asked if you died, not if you were dead. Now, I'm no scientist, but you look pretty alive to me."

Studiously, she grinned, bent her legs slightly, and lightly reached her palm forward in a pawing gesture, ending it with a point at his chest. "Your heart still beats, doesn't it?" Without waiting for a reply, she span around, splaying out the arm not holding her sword during the twirl. "This isn't an afterlife, silly. It's a whole new world."

[Mordus]

Mordus kept his blank look.

“Some Afterlife’s can be fooling.”

Mordus looked around and sighed, where would he go? He needed some kind of path, something he could definitively follow to get him situated. Maybe he would start with a bag. Maybe.

[Ebonywood Hellscythe]

"How would you know? Have you been to any before?" 

Shrugging, and cocking her head Edelith skipped past his side and twisted, plopping down on the edge of the fountain. She kicked her legs idly, swinging and bouncing them off the stone as hard as she could without scuffing the soles. She let the silence hang for a few moments, filling it with her faint tippy-tapping of her boots. Her sword rested in the palm of one of her hands, with the smooth blade situated on her lap. A relaxed pose - but not as calm as if she'd dropped the weapon entirely.

"Aaannyway... You never told me your name. I gotta know what to call ya inside my head," she grinned and tapped her forehead, giggling and brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes.

Come on, throw me a bone here, silly. I can't help you if I don't know what you want. Edelith had always found new arrivals like this one to be hard to deal with. She wasn't a mind reader, nor was she the smartest or the best at reading people. With only the knowledge of how to provide warm chippy conversation under her belt, the lava mage struggled to decide what to say to the Omniverse's more reserved denizens. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he seething with anger under that furry facade? Was he sad? Or did he just not know how to cope?

[The Emperor of Mankind]

Info for Bob is here http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid132922

Bob walked out of Coruscant, talons clicking on the white tiling. He walked over to a couple of primes, one holding the head of a dragon that was, luckily, not a customer. The other prime that was most likely quite new asked the damn commie scum first if they were dead, time to make a new customer.

"Well no you're not dead but the omniverse here is a deadly place, space marines, giant rats and com- trolls trying to kill you at every twist and turn, if you want to live or want someone else not to I suggest you immediately buy pocket pockets, the revolutionary new wonder product for only 5 omillium. You may be wondering what these wondrous things do but rest assured we can discuss it over the paperwork."

Bob stopped speaking, pleased with himself to only notice that the conversation had already drifted from were dead or not and he was standing right there after having said an out of context advertisement
Frick.

[Mordus]

Mordus thought that by now, his blank face might stick if he didn’t change it. He glanced around the area and saw that a number of gates protruded from seemingly nothing. The ground around it was white. The ground around the ground around it was, white. The sky? It was white. This damnable plane had to be owned by something, possibly a Divine?

“My name is Mordus, and the amount of money I have is a crisp zero. Not to add that I don’t even know what Oh-Em is.”

He started walking, assuming however they were would either keep up or just leave. Here’s hoping he could even find where to go. He had started walking towards the vine wrapped gate, smelling the scent of soil and rain. It reminded him of home.

[Ebonywood Hellscythe]

Edelith tapped a set of fingers on her sword for a moment, each touch releasing a small puff of steam as her hot glove-covered fingers met the cold blade. Each digit was held down a little bit too long, yet as her hand clenched around the wooden handle she smiled calmly nonetheless.

She wanted to crush the penguin already. Marketing was bad enough on the database forums.

And Mordus, well...

Edelith mentally shrugged.

He was alright.

... and already leaving without her. Rude. But he'd already proven himself to be either absentminded, or just too focused on his own thoughts to voice them so it came as no surprise. Neither did the natural direction he'd taken. 

The Greens, great.

Fire and forests didn't tend to mix so well... Buuuuutt Edelith needed something to do. Bad guys to smash. And she could already see this new guy accidentally getting involved with some.

In a sudden burst of vigour, she hopped to her feet, awkwardly shaking her head to steady her warm fluffy hat. Seeing Mordus beginning to build up a bit of distance, she sprinted over to the dragon head and firmly gripped one of its teeth once again and heaved. With a few grunts and a crunch of rock flowing down her arm, she was eventually off, merrily jogging after the ape-man and accompanying his journey to the gate.

"H-heyy. Wait up."

[Mordus]

Mordus turned to the women. He wasn’t a mean person, but waiting in this women who seemed.... absent minded didn’t seem worth his time. However he slowed to a halt and let her catch up. The penguin man seemed to be staring at the spot where he was standing earlier, odd.

“Yes? I’m trying to get my bearings madam, be this hell, heaven, or something in between, I’m not sure. But I know I’m hungry, kinda cold, and thirsty.”

Mordus spread his hands to show how little he really had. Perhaps what’s worried him the most, though he would never tell anyone, the usual sense of power centered in his gut... was gone.

[The Emperor of Mankind]

Bob was stuck, advertising on the spot was already difficult and the commie with the sword wasn't exactly helping his nerves. And then he heard it. He quickly rummaged around in his pocket pocket and pulled out a green gell and handed it to Mordus.

"Here you go, premium grade nutrient gell straight from the kitchens of Ambrosia. Won't do anything for your cold but that can probably be dealt with soon enough. Anyway, omillium is a substance that all primes have in them, it allows them to summon things, gain additional powers or power and be generally invincible to most things. It can also be used to purchase things from secondaries such as pocket pockets, a revolutionary wonder product that can be used for anything, from kidnapping people and stealing things to storing goods or blocking projectiles. No matter what you're doing or where you're going, pocket pockets are the product for you."

He saw the ruskie tense her fingers around her blade's hilt again before relaxing them, at least his advertising had a dual purpose, selling product and annoying the red menace.

If this advertising is getting too annoying just tell me and I'll slide out of the thread, it's the main thing Bob's doing though so buckle up, buttercup get ready for more

[Mordus]

Mordus frowned at the gel. He put to his nose and sniffed at its parculiar smell. It didn’t smell bad... just not normal. He nodded at the odd humanoid and finally reached the large gate.

“Thanks, I suppose. Where do these gates lead? They seem to open into nowhere but they must lead somewhere.”