Tales of Eternion

[Dracos]

From deep in outer space...  A force of darkness has come to mother earth.  A warrior of a clan all but forgotten by the universe...    Seeking an ancient sword his desire is simple....

Complete universal dominion.

(Arc Not Yet Sorted)

Fearless leader

[Dracos]

Stepping out of the doorway into  N-space, Garshask scowled.

"Well well, what is this... returning in defeat?" A younger voice mocked in the darkness behind him.

"Grr... so what if they escaped this time....I will destroy them next time?"

"Indeed.  Eternion will want to hear of your 'success' you know.  That thorn in his side has been there quite a while."

"..."

"Not so confidant now... but don't worry.  He still needs us.  As long as we serve him, we live."

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

Scene... a young chinese man... asleep... twitching slightly...

Alive...only in his dreams....

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"Come on lil' bro.  It'll be fun!" A young girl's face shone as she hopped off into the woods.  Natural grace and agility marking her every move.

A young lad smiled in his small red clothes as he followed.  "Right behind you sis."  His  black  hair clipped  short as he dashed  behind her trying to keep up with her longer strides.
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a gold clock sat near the bed, ticking ceaselessly.  Inscribed in it was a simple line...  "to my brother..."

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"Hey look...treasure!" Kneeling near the forest river the same girl picks up a pair of boxes.

"ooh....lemme have one sis!"  the young boy hops over the rocks skillfully, landing on the far bank of the river.   Taking a single small white carved box.... just larger than a deck of cards.....

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the young man twisted in his sleep...

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An old man stood before them, his face grave...

both of the two slightly older as they sweated, following a harrowing kata.

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A bare hand clenches...covered in the calluses of the art.

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The old man talking with him...  the words...  empty....... the sadness.... so overpowering...  A tear in his eye.

Hand to hand...  the legacy passed on...

He would bear it...

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A gloved hand lay across his chest.

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The girl... a young woman now crying over the stone shrine.

His hand itched, covered in a small black glove.  Tears refused to fall...

grandfather...

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The gloved hand clenched in pain.  A burden remembered.

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Gunfire sounded, all around....  dozens fell.

The young woman flew, covered in sweat through the sky.  Spinning she struck, a blur of strikes as she disabled a gunman.   Turning she charged, a panther stalking her prey, as she slammed into his partner, her tonfa swinging a violent blossom of firey pain upon his bones as they shattered from the force.

The young boy lashed out, smashing a skull with his tonfa in a calculated and cold strike.  Blow after blow smashing into the ranks of the enemy, each striking critical nerves with deadly skill.  His eyes shone dark and cold as his body moved with the deadly grace of a man thrice his age.   A dark assassin of death he swept through the gunmen with deadly purpose...

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On a small table sat two small tonfa...  child sized.

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The bullet passed through her heart...  too slow.  She collapsed coughing blood.

He could do nothing.

Screaming he tore the one who fired to ribbons...  his rage unceasing as he glowed with unearthly light...

The call of the eldritch was nigh....

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A single tear trickled down the sharp noble nose....

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The young boy sat, his sister's body in his arms, his face covered by his long dark hair.... the soft falling of his tears splashing against her untouched face.

Around him there was nothing but devestation...

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Near the bed sat a fine black coat made of the finest silk.

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"This is the survivor of the massacre of Beldane?  This whelp?"  A towering mass of muscle bellowed at his smaller soldier.   His face cruel and scared with a single pony tail going down to his shoulders.

The boy sat sniffling....

The fist slammed into his face.

"Show me your power boy or die."

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A grimace of anger passed the sleepers face, quickly repressed from years of training...

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Glowing runes met....  balanced and twisted...  darkened blue lightning and searing black flame.

"So this is your power.....  do you understand boy.  The strong take what they want.  And the weak....the weak can't do anything about it."

The giant of a man closed his hand around a blazing blue blade of energy, putting it at the boy's throat.

"You are strong.  Add your strength to mine or be broken in my path."

The boy looked up his eyes shining in hate....

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A hand lashed out closing the ticking clock.  Standing the young man rose, garbing himself swiftly in his robes.

Stalking to the door he opened it, revealing ...darkness...

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The cruel man looked on in fear as his troops died.

No....

The young boy looked on in ferverish glee as the flaming blade cleaved off the hand of his enslaver.  Then lashing up to cut the giant man in two...

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"Forgive me, Nanami..."  grasping the golden watch the young man stepped into the darkness.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

OOC: Fear the blight

IC:

In northern China, the flames coloured  the skies a fiercesome red flare....  a symbol of blood...  a wolf burning in the cloudless winds.

Beneath the town burned, people screamed as troops killed them like swine before the butcher....

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

Far away in China, beneath a stiched hat of straw, a blue robed man looked up from his meditation.   A single robust tree behind him the only other living creature around.  Its leaves provided but little shade but with the sun set it mattered not.

"Guide me my ancestors."

All around lay devastation...  the ground razed under the power of hate.   Small bits of stone the only memory of a once powerful city.   If one looked closely one would see that it wasn't only stone mixed among the ashes and rubble.   Every once in a while a yellowed skull was visible, grinning mindlessly amidst the devestation.

"Show me  the threads of fate...   the paths of destiny.  History of my people...  somewhere therein must lie the key."

No rain had fallen here since the passing...  even the most ruthless beasts strayed not into this valley of death.

Here sat a man in search of answers....   pondering the dreams of a better future...

He rose slowly, his robes hiding his vast form.   A stick in hand he began to walk.  The time was nigh.

Any future.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

His men sat around him, a camp hundreds of thousand strong.  Blindly did they follow him, the beast.  Blindly did they go to the slaughter wielding these modern tools of death.  They were nothing but fodder.  Their blood fueled his power, their every death made him stronger.

Luca smiled as he polished his sword before the flickering embers of the fire before him.  The beast had come to Russia.

Fearless Leader