09-24-2017, 05:15 AM
Half of the cavern was crumbled in on itself. Another quarter of it had been burned by lava that oozed its way down from deeper into the mountain. Down on the main floor of what had once been the war room for the Ashen Steppes' Nebula Army was six liberation fighters, surrounded by the clone bodies of a Dragonborn Spellcaster. They all sized up the rest of the room, and then each other, as the confrontation came to an end. They seemed to have won.
"Where's Claptrap? Kuzuru asked.
The answer came in the form of a loud, high-pitched squeal. Everyone spun to the direction of the noise as they watched Claptrap come flying towards them and landed with a thud and a slide on his side. "I'm okay!" He announced as he found his way back onto his wheels. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Thanks for asking!"
The seven of them were now in front of the balcony of the upper level of the cavern, where the Original Ashen Steppes Darkloid stood, his clawed hands resting on the railing. He didn't seemed scared, but his normal calm demeanor definitely had a crack in it. Everyone could tell the change in his manner. Perhaps he had underestimated them. Perhaps bringing them here, to his world was foolish. In an effort to give him the ultimate dark power, he might have inadvertently made them too strong for him to overcome.
The Darkloid disappeared into a watery mist for a moment, appearing moments later in front of the group of liberators. He held his spellbook in one hand, and a long purple staff in the other. He set the hilt of his weapon on the ground and his the book up. It began to glow. "I will give you one last chance." He told them.
"We're done playing your games," The man known as Summer spoke up. He was near the center of the group.
"Let's just get this over with already," said an annoyed Kuzuru. He had taken up a leadership spot in front of the others.
The Darkloid shook his head. The book began to shine brighter. The youngest of the group clearly tensed, sensing strong magic in the room all of a sudden. "You are all weak as you are now. You may have beaten some grunts and some copies, but you can never hope to best me, much less my master."
"You don't even know us!" Someone squeaked out all of a sudden. It was Morene.
The Dragonborn Spellcaster smirked. He seemed to regain some of his confidence. He was more comfortable now, as he felt the power from the book begin to radiate around his arm. It was powering through his limbs and torso and into his staff, which was visibly shaking. "I know much more then you might care to admit. You are all nothing but murderous mercenaries..." His eyes skimmed over Syn Shenron and Miranda Frost. "...lost rejects..." his pupils passed over Ebony, Morene and Claptrap, "...or vessels for powers beyond your comprehension." This time, he looked right at Summer and Kuzuru.
"He's doing something!" Ebony warned. It was obvious that he was casting something, but only she could tell that the size of the power he was drawing from that mysterious book into his staff. The top of the purple hilt began to glow much brighter, from dark violet to light fuchsia, and finally a heavenly white. "Get ready!" She warned.
The Darkloid disappeared again and then re-appeared in a flash of waves right in the middle of the Ashen Steppes Liberators. They all spun around to see him. "I will give you one last chance! One last offer to cast aside your weakness and embrace the power that Nebula can offer you! No more games, this time you will choose Power or Death, for real!" It was at that exact moment that the light erupted into a flashbang-type effect, blinding them all. "Make your decision!"
The noise of the explosion was loud initially, but then cut off suddenly. When each of the liberators opened their eyes, they found themselves alone, in a dimly lit room in the caves. In front of them was a pedestal with a Darkchip resting on top. There was a single door that would lead them out. In front of the Darkchip on the podium was a gold nameplate with their title on it. Next to the golden tag was a single word carved into the stone of the support: 'Choose!'
"Where's Claptrap? Kuzuru asked.
The answer came in the form of a loud, high-pitched squeal. Everyone spun to the direction of the noise as they watched Claptrap come flying towards them and landed with a thud and a slide on his side. "I'm okay!" He announced as he found his way back onto his wheels. "I'm fine! I'm fine! Thanks for asking!"
The seven of them were now in front of the balcony of the upper level of the cavern, where the Original Ashen Steppes Darkloid stood, his clawed hands resting on the railing. He didn't seemed scared, but his normal calm demeanor definitely had a crack in it. Everyone could tell the change in his manner. Perhaps he had underestimated them. Perhaps bringing them here, to his world was foolish. In an effort to give him the ultimate dark power, he might have inadvertently made them too strong for him to overcome.
The Darkloid disappeared into a watery mist for a moment, appearing moments later in front of the group of liberators. He held his spellbook in one hand, and a long purple staff in the other. He set the hilt of his weapon on the ground and his the book up. It began to glow. "I will give you one last chance." He told them.
"We're done playing your games," The man known as Summer spoke up. He was near the center of the group.
"Let's just get this over with already," said an annoyed Kuzuru. He had taken up a leadership spot in front of the others.
The Darkloid shook his head. The book began to shine brighter. The youngest of the group clearly tensed, sensing strong magic in the room all of a sudden. "You are all weak as you are now. You may have beaten some grunts and some copies, but you can never hope to best me, much less my master."
"You don't even know us!" Someone squeaked out all of a sudden. It was Morene.
The Dragonborn Spellcaster smirked. He seemed to regain some of his confidence. He was more comfortable now, as he felt the power from the book begin to radiate around his arm. It was powering through his limbs and torso and into his staff, which was visibly shaking. "I know much more then you might care to admit. You are all nothing but murderous mercenaries..." His eyes skimmed over Syn Shenron and Miranda Frost. "...lost rejects..." his pupils passed over Ebony, Morene and Claptrap, "...or vessels for powers beyond your comprehension." This time, he looked right at Summer and Kuzuru.
"He's doing something!" Ebony warned. It was obvious that he was casting something, but only she could tell that the size of the power he was drawing from that mysterious book into his staff. The top of the purple hilt began to glow much brighter, from dark violet to light fuchsia, and finally a heavenly white. "Get ready!" She warned.
The Darkloid disappeared again and then re-appeared in a flash of waves right in the middle of the Ashen Steppes Liberators. They all spun around to see him. "I will give you one last chance! One last offer to cast aside your weakness and embrace the power that Nebula can offer you! No more games, this time you will choose Power or Death, for real!" It was at that exact moment that the light erupted into a flashbang-type effect, blinding them all. "Make your decision!"
The noise of the explosion was loud initially, but then cut off suddenly. When each of the liberators opened their eyes, they found themselves alone, in a dimly lit room in the caves. In front of them was a pedestal with a Darkchip resting on top. There was a single door that would lead them out. In front of the Darkchip on the podium was a gold nameplate with their title on it. Next to the golden tag was a single word carved into the stone of the support: 'Choose!'
Quote:Claptrap and Syn Shenron take 6 points of damage (moderate injuries)
Miranda and Morene take 3 points of damage (minor injuries)
Kuzuru takes 3 points of damage from using another Darkchip. No additional injuries.
Summer and Ebony take 1 point of damage from normal wear and tear.
All seven of you are in individual rooms with a Darkchip in front of you. The Darkloid will take the form of someone or something close to you to convince you one last time to join him in Darkness. He will offer you this special Darkchip which is specific to you and will grant you significant powers (that I'll explain if you take it). Choosing to take this is an individual decision. You can take the chip (or not) and walk out of the room (into darkness or light, depending on what you chose). You have until Wednesday night at 11:59 EST to write up to 1,000 words in one roleplay.
Claptrap will be faced with Handsome Jack.
Syn Shenron will be faced with Perfect Omega Shenron.
Kuzuru will be faced with the Ouroboros Blade, in the form of Renji Kiyamasa.
Morene will be faced with Grigor the Gargoyle.
Miranda will be faced with her brother, November.
Ebony will be faced with a younger version of herself, Catherine Windsdale.
Summer and Sonny will be faced with a monster-version of themselves, claiming to be their true self.