09-30-2017, 10:08 PM
Six liberators walked out of their dimly lit rooms after conversations of varying degrees of violence, into a shining bright light. It enveloped their senses, until they had no practical way of knowing where they were anymore. There was nothing behind, under or above them. Then, the Nebula Space began to fade back into view around them, until all six found themselves together again. They were no longer inside a cavern, but rather above one. They were on the top of the mountain they had all been climbing since arriving in Nebula Space. There were little craters of lava, but the most spectacular thing to see was the view of the corrupted verse around them. Fiery rivers and strangely-colored forests littered the landscape. It was like a beautiful Hell.
"It looks like we all made the right decision," one of them spoke as they started to get their bearings. It was Summer. He had already deduced that they all must have gone through the same thing.
"Good," Ebony said, from next to him. She wasn't smiling, as she might typically have been prone to do. She obviously still had her encounter in the room on her brain.
Surprisingly, it was Syn Shenron who spoke up next. "No," he said, his voice deep and booming. All the heads (or bodies, in Claptrap's case) turned to look at him. His arms were folded across his broad chest. "There is only six of us. We are missing one."
Everyone began to take a muster who was there. Syn Shenron. Morene Fellon. Summer Murdoch. Claptrap. Ebony Hellscythe. Miranda Frost. "Where is Kuzuru?" Miranda asked, though she imagined that she already knew the answer. "That bastard. He didn't...did he?" She started to bargain with herself on the odds of whether or not Kuzuru would take the offer that all of them had previously declined. She hated to admit that of the seven of them, he would the most likely to consider it. But to actually take it? To willingly put himself at risk for power? On second thought, she decided, that sounded exactly like Kuzuru.
"There he is." Ebony pointed a skinny digit in front of her. Everyone turned to see. Sure enough, Kuzuru was walking up to the group, his sword sheathed at his side and a guitar wrapped around his shoulder, over his back. "With him." Her emphasis was on the Darkloid, who walked next to the swordsman in beige, desert-themed robes. His crimson dragon scales shimmered in the light radiating from lava nearby. Behind the group came some familiar faces: Darkling Knights who were appearing from the exits of the caverns underneath them. They were becoming surrounded.
"This is where we will have our last stand," The Darkloid commented. He always had been a fan of long speeches before confrontations. "I may not have successfully made you all Darkspawn, but still in the end I received a champion. And now we will destroy you, then the Ashen Steppes, and finally Nebula will recognize our - my - greatness!"
The group readied themselves for combat. They began to form a circle, facing outwards as they were surrounded by Darkling Dragon Knights. "Kuzuru, explain yourself!" Miranda Frost demanded. She took the center position in the group, where he might have previously been. He had been the unofficial leader of this ragtag combination of Blades and wanderers. Now she filled that void. "What are you thinking?!"
Kuzuru lifted his face off. At first, they might have suspected he was being brainwashed. But the smile on his face said otherwise. It was hungry. It was classic, crazy Kuzuru. "Miss Frost," he said, almost sarcastically. "Miranda. I told you at the very beginning. We are Primes. We were created for this kind of forbidden power. This is what I live for!" In one fluid motion, he brought his sword out from the sheath and held it front of him. From behind him came two over-sized wings of ebon and violet, fluttered at length on either side of him. They took on some air underneath him, letting him float slightly above ground, menacingly grinning down at his once-companions.
This is where the end began. Six liberators surrounded by mindless Darkspawn, a Dragonborn Spellcaster and Kuzuru, the leader of the Ashen Blades.
"It looks like we all made the right decision," one of them spoke as they started to get their bearings. It was Summer. He had already deduced that they all must have gone through the same thing.
"Good," Ebony said, from next to him. She wasn't smiling, as she might typically have been prone to do. She obviously still had her encounter in the room on her brain.
Surprisingly, it was Syn Shenron who spoke up next. "No," he said, his voice deep and booming. All the heads (or bodies, in Claptrap's case) turned to look at him. His arms were folded across his broad chest. "There is only six of us. We are missing one."
Everyone began to take a muster who was there. Syn Shenron. Morene Fellon. Summer Murdoch. Claptrap. Ebony Hellscythe. Miranda Frost. "Where is Kuzuru?" Miranda asked, though she imagined that she already knew the answer. "That bastard. He didn't...did he?" She started to bargain with herself on the odds of whether or not Kuzuru would take the offer that all of them had previously declined. She hated to admit that of the seven of them, he would the most likely to consider it. But to actually take it? To willingly put himself at risk for power? On second thought, she decided, that sounded exactly like Kuzuru.
"There he is." Ebony pointed a skinny digit in front of her. Everyone turned to see. Sure enough, Kuzuru was walking up to the group, his sword sheathed at his side and a guitar wrapped around his shoulder, over his back. "With him." Her emphasis was on the Darkloid, who walked next to the swordsman in beige, desert-themed robes. His crimson dragon scales shimmered in the light radiating from lava nearby. Behind the group came some familiar faces: Darkling Knights who were appearing from the exits of the caverns underneath them. They were becoming surrounded.
"This is where we will have our last stand," The Darkloid commented. He always had been a fan of long speeches before confrontations. "I may not have successfully made you all Darkspawn, but still in the end I received a champion. And now we will destroy you, then the Ashen Steppes, and finally Nebula will recognize our - my - greatness!"
The group readied themselves for combat. They began to form a circle, facing outwards as they were surrounded by Darkling Dragon Knights. "Kuzuru, explain yourself!" Miranda Frost demanded. She took the center position in the group, where he might have previously been. He had been the unofficial leader of this ragtag combination of Blades and wanderers. Now she filled that void. "What are you thinking?!"
Kuzuru lifted his face off. At first, they might have suspected he was being brainwashed. But the smile on his face said otherwise. It was hungry. It was classic, crazy Kuzuru. "Miss Frost," he said, almost sarcastically. "Miranda. I told you at the very beginning. We are Primes. We were created for this kind of forbidden power. This is what I live for!" In one fluid motion, he brought his sword out from the sheath and held it front of him. From behind him came two over-sized wings of ebon and violet, fluttered at length on either side of him. They took on some air underneath him, letting him float slightly above ground, menacingly grinning down at his once-companions.
This is where the end began. Six liberators surrounded by mindless Darkspawn, a Dragonborn Spellcaster and Kuzuru, the leader of the Ashen Blades.
Quote:Kuzuru has received and activated DARK CHIP: DARK ANGEL. He is granted metallic-like purple and black wings with a span of 20 feet. Not only does this let him fly, but he can shoot some of the 'feathers' out as a ranged attack and hit things from a distance, though with mediocre accuracy.
Kuzuru takes 10 points of damage (at this point around half health left) from using his third dark chip AND using it at the same time his previous one is activated. Despite the power he has, he is in a lot of pain as the chips are draining at his life force and putting his body to work overtime. He will be constantly fluttering between his own wishes and desires, and that of a mindless Darkspawn wanting to obey the Darkloid. If he continues to use both chips, he will most assuredly fail in resisting the darkness. If he discards one, he will still take damage and run a risk of falling into darkness anyway.
The final battle is beginning. You are at the top of the mountain. You are surrounded by Dragon Knights and the Darkloid Dragonborn Spellcaster. He uses a staff and a spellbook. The former is mainly for melee combat; his book is clearly the source of his power. He mainly uses elemental attacks, but obviously prefers fire.
The group (including Kuzuru) has 15 Order Points left. You have one week (until the end of Saturday the 7th EST) to write up to 1500 words. Good luck!