06-07-2017, 09:55 PM
One by one the liberators crossed through the gash, steeling their resolve after their defeat at the hands of the mad magistrate. They couldn’t know what awaited them beyond the Pale, only that they could not afford to stand idle. Each readied their defenses and strode through, prepared to attack at the slightest provocation.
Following the brief feeling of weightlessness and vertigo that came along with leaping the boundary between planes, the Primes were smacked with a bitter chill. Pounding on the roof above they could hear a furious storm, wind whipping in to chill them to the bone.To their surprise they stood in yet another courtroom, though this tribunal was quite different. While Judge Man’s residence in the Pale Moors proper was a clean and stately place of business, the walls on this side of the astral ingress looked to barely be capable of holding the roof up. Or, if the innumerable streams of rainwater streaming in from above were any indication, what was left of it. The stained marble walls and floor were derelict to the point of collapse, looking to have been deserted centuries ago. The high judge’s bench and witness stand had nearly crumbled away, the timber having long since rotted to nothing. Curiously, a trail of fresh blank pages lay strewn across the ruined floor, soaking in puddles of icy rainwater.
“No sign of the Judge,” Revan muttered, sword at the ready. He cast his gaze around suspiciously, wary of a surprise attack.
“There’s all this paper,” Ash commented, silencing his chainsaw and stooping at grab a few sheets. “How much you bet they’re his?”
A deafening crash of thunder shook the building in reply, a rather large chunk of roof dropping not a few meters in front of them with a tremendous boom. A deluge of water poured in behind it, no longer kept at bay by the crumbling barricade.
“Definitely,” Kanda replied, raising his voice over another boom. Through the arched windows he could make out forks of lightning splitting the sky as they raced toward the earth. “He can’t run from me...” the exorcist muttered to himself, squinting into the darkness.
“You think he just left us these breadcrumbs to follow him?” Celestia asked her companions, her feathery wing draped over the weakened and battered Chara. The girl said nothing, shivering against the cold.
“Doesn’t matter,” Revan replied, stepping boldly forward. “We’ll follow it as far as it goes. We should hurry, this roof isn’t going to last much longer.”
“There!” Chara spoke up suddenly, staring wide-eyed at the doorway. She extended a single finger toward the gloomy path out into Nebula Space.
As she spoke a formidable bolt rent the sky, illuminating a tall, stocky silhouette. Through the dim moonlight they could barely make out what looked like a horse at his side. They hurried across the crumbling gallery to the doorway as he swung his leg over the saddle and urged the beast forward.
“He’s fleeing, the coward!” the dark-haired exorcist accused, drawing a brilliant blue arrow to his bow. For all his posturing, though, it was too late. The Judge had galloped off into the storm.
“I think I saw something in the distance,” the chainsaw-wielder said, pointing toward an enormous looming shadow. “Looks like a castle. I’d think that’s where he’s headed.” The citadel stood tall atop one of many large hills, partially obscured by a thick layer of smog.
“Alright,” Kanda commanded, stepping out into the downpour. “We head that way. The Judge will not reach his keep!” His companions followed him into the storm, squinting through the thick fog that lay nearly four feet from the earth. How could they keep up with the mounted arbiter?
Before any could ponder their predicament much longer, the ground beneath them shuddered, toppling the group as it quaked. The Liberators scrambled as a fissure opened in the earth, tearing a six-foot long scar in the hillside. Celestia let out an audible gasp as sets of pale, clammy hands emerged from the muck, gripping and clawing clumsily at the edge. Moments later a half-dozen vaguely human figures had emerged, clad in tattered remains of what was once cheap burlap clothing. The hair atop their heads was stark white of varying lengths, contrasting the pale blue-green flesh stretched taut on their frames. Their bodies were caked in mud from head to toe, hair matted in clay and some other such filth. Their eyes shone like white hot embers through the mist, sizing up the group for but a few seconds before letting out a heart-stopping screech and diving toward them.
Following the brief feeling of weightlessness and vertigo that came along with leaping the boundary between planes, the Primes were smacked with a bitter chill. Pounding on the roof above they could hear a furious storm, wind whipping in to chill them to the bone.To their surprise they stood in yet another courtroom, though this tribunal was quite different. While Judge Man’s residence in the Pale Moors proper was a clean and stately place of business, the walls on this side of the astral ingress looked to barely be capable of holding the roof up. Or, if the innumerable streams of rainwater streaming in from above were any indication, what was left of it. The stained marble walls and floor were derelict to the point of collapse, looking to have been deserted centuries ago. The high judge’s bench and witness stand had nearly crumbled away, the timber having long since rotted to nothing. Curiously, a trail of fresh blank pages lay strewn across the ruined floor, soaking in puddles of icy rainwater.
“No sign of the Judge,” Revan muttered, sword at the ready. He cast his gaze around suspiciously, wary of a surprise attack.
“There’s all this paper,” Ash commented, silencing his chainsaw and stooping at grab a few sheets. “How much you bet they’re his?”
A deafening crash of thunder shook the building in reply, a rather large chunk of roof dropping not a few meters in front of them with a tremendous boom. A deluge of water poured in behind it, no longer kept at bay by the crumbling barricade.
“Definitely,” Kanda replied, raising his voice over another boom. Through the arched windows he could make out forks of lightning splitting the sky as they raced toward the earth. “He can’t run from me...” the exorcist muttered to himself, squinting into the darkness.
“You think he just left us these breadcrumbs to follow him?” Celestia asked her companions, her feathery wing draped over the weakened and battered Chara. The girl said nothing, shivering against the cold.
“Doesn’t matter,” Revan replied, stepping boldly forward. “We’ll follow it as far as it goes. We should hurry, this roof isn’t going to last much longer.”
“There!” Chara spoke up suddenly, staring wide-eyed at the doorway. She extended a single finger toward the gloomy path out into Nebula Space.
As she spoke a formidable bolt rent the sky, illuminating a tall, stocky silhouette. Through the dim moonlight they could barely make out what looked like a horse at his side. They hurried across the crumbling gallery to the doorway as he swung his leg over the saddle and urged the beast forward.
“He’s fleeing, the coward!” the dark-haired exorcist accused, drawing a brilliant blue arrow to his bow. For all his posturing, though, it was too late. The Judge had galloped off into the storm.
“I think I saw something in the distance,” the chainsaw-wielder said, pointing toward an enormous looming shadow. “Looks like a castle. I’d think that’s where he’s headed.” The citadel stood tall atop one of many large hills, partially obscured by a thick layer of smog.
“Alright,” Kanda commanded, stepping out into the downpour. “We head that way. The Judge will not reach his keep!” His companions followed him into the storm, squinting through the thick fog that lay nearly four feet from the earth. How could they keep up with the mounted arbiter?
Before any could ponder their predicament much longer, the ground beneath them shuddered, toppling the group as it quaked. The Liberators scrambled as a fissure opened in the earth, tearing a six-foot long scar in the hillside. Celestia let out an audible gasp as sets of pale, clammy hands emerged from the muck, gripping and clawing clumsily at the edge. Moments later a half-dozen vaguely human figures had emerged, clad in tattered remains of what was once cheap burlap clothing. The hair atop their heads was stark white of varying lengths, contrasting the pale blue-green flesh stretched taut on their frames. Their bodies were caked in mud from head to toe, hair matted in clay and some other such filth. Their eyes shone like white hot embers through the mist, sizing up the group for but a few seconds before letting out a heart-stopping screech and diving toward them.
Quote:Welcome to to the Nebula Space here in the Pale Moors.
As stated in the original info post for this event (located here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...9#pid90949 ) this is where your powers will start to go out of whack.
In addition to that, the following changes are in place solely here in the pale moors nebula space:
-- Super Jumping, Flight and Enhanced Senses are completely nullified.
-- The Hive Mind and Phasing powers will work normally.
-- Characters without them will gain the Survival and Hive Mind powers.
For your first challenge here, you've been accosted by a group of ghouls! They are not particularly powerful individually, but they are incredibly sturdy and resilient, resistant to injury and difficult to even slow down. The primary mission here is, of course, to track down and follow Judgeman, while getting around these undead creatures. Of course, they are every bit as fast as they are tough, so getting away will not be easy.
You have five days and one post each, up to 1000 words, to get underway. Have at it!