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Ragnarokkr!!!!!!!
After two days of getting decent food, and healing from their beatings, recruits from both houses were called to meet in front of General Torqez. This time he had a guard of 20 Righteous flanking him, their black wooden armor shining in the sun. Es leaned over to Destroyyoutoo, "That's what I used to make," pride in his voice.
General Torqez's voice boomed. "Today will be your last test. You all survived the first one. This one, well, lets just say you won't all make it." An evil smirk crept up on his face. We will divide you into two teams. You will all be given a wooden staff to defend yourself with. You will kill every member of the opposing team. If you refuse, you die as well."
"As is the norm here, I will pick teams. I apologize if it is not what you wanted." He stopped trying to hide his evil smirk, and laughed.
"Undeath, come to my right side. Evilsheep, left side. Guilty, on the right side as well." General Torqez assigned the other three, two to his left, and one to his right. "Destroyyoutoo, right side," he said, with glee in his voice.
The bastard, he knew what he was doing.
Each recruit was handed a wooden rod, about the length of an arm. The guard split up into two parts, half going with evilsheep's team, the other with Destroyyoutoo's. They walked, far out of eyesight of each other. Silence was among his group. They knew that death would have to happen, they just prayed it was not them.
After a long walk in the hot sand, with the sun beating down on them, the guards stopped. "This is your starting position. The enemy is that way." He gestured towards where the second sun set. "There are bounds that you cannot cross; guards will be blocking them."
With that, the guards spread across the desert to make sure no one tried to escape.
Destroyyoutoo, Undeath, and the others just stood there, not knowing what to do next. Undeath with venom in his glare, Destroyyoutoo kicked the sand while he tried to think of a plan, and the other one stood there, stiff and shocked.
Silence
Destroyyoutoo surveyed his surroundings as he walked into his new home. The roof was pitted with holes; the walls half crumbled down.Es looked around, "Man, this place will be much better than the cell!" Destroyyoutoo laughed. Always looking for the good in things.. Maybe he should be more like evilsheep. Guilty shyly walked to a corner of the room, laying down on the ground and using a small rock as a pillow.
Slowly and painfully, Destroyyoutoo sat down cross-legged on the floor. Evilsheep sat across from him. "So, what was life like where you come from, Es?"
Evilsheep looked down for a long time. A drop of water fell from his face and hit the sand, which immediately evaporated. A short time later, he began. "I come from a large family. Our mother and father made armor, and I was convinced from the day I was born I was meant to make armor. All of us helped equally, and received no pay but the clothes on our back and food for our mouths. We made the best armor in the city, and we sold it to the army regularly. We were always complimented on its high quality. Of the children, I was the oldest, which made it all the more difficult when I was forc... chose to leave." Evilsheep looked down again. "I'll never forget all my younger siblings begging and crying for me not to leave. But I did what I had to do. My family will be well enough off with the rest of the children." Evilsheep smiled, as was his norm. "But, dear sir, I do not remember your story. How did you come apart of The Righteous?"
Destroyyoutoo told his story to evilsheep, managing to not breakdown through the entire course of it.
Evilsheep nodded. "That is terrible. Terrible indeed. I am so sorry.." Another reassuring smile. "But everything will be fine now, we have completed the first test. And we will become a part of The Righteous. Together."
Destroyyoutoo smiled. He hoped so, but this place was so strange and foreign, anything could happen.
There already is a Mapgen, you're behind a bit on that complaint
Been one for awhile.
ICC and ICPG are both closed atm, Saggitarious Dwarf is running now. Also, game has been around longer than that, since i played started in like '03 and that was round 6.
I wanted to be an astronaut ![]()
I settled for launching them into space. Not the same really, but as close as I can get with my vision methinks
"Your time is up, you can come out now," he heard General Torqez say. Destroyyoutoo would have left, except he could not even stand. That, and the last time they said he was free they beat him some more. But he could see Torqez alone, and that never happened; it must be true this time.
Destroyyoutoo put every ounce of strength into standing. As he got up, the first time he fell back down, hard. Rubbing his tailbone, he tried again. This time he was able to get to a pathetic slouch, and he used this to walk to General Torqez. He slowly worked out the kinks and was able to stand somewhat straight in front of his leader. He exited his cell, hopefully for the last time, and looked down the hallway. Two others were there; Destroyyoutoo breathed a sigh of relief as he saw evilsheep at the end of the hallway.
At least '81 doesn't farm small fams to get all their planets ![]()
You got raided in ICPG and was no more active :oo
I'm with Joor on this one ![]()
Jooooooooooooooooooooooooor!
goooooo nuke power plants!
happy b-day you zitlap
Arganon has pingponged like 7 planets with us twice, which we regain in a tick usually.
So...
Yerg, we haven't made an attack in like 3 days, so you can cross '51 off the people attacking you right now ![]()
(no particular order)
1. My first round with WRUA when I'd get my fleet destroyed regularly and Killem all would be like *sigh* *sends stuff* try not to get it destroyed this time...
2. When Biohazard attacking me when i was warring, i told him so and told him to stop kthanks, and he not only stopped but gave me all the planets back. Won't see that anymore now adays (/me misses tri)
3. Doing very well in ICPG, and having a lot of fun.
4. Getting mad at the lack of modding/editing crap and leaving the game; only to come back 3 years later and see it got 10x worse.
5. All the cool people on IRC that keep me entertained at times in my life when my social life is dismal ![]()
sorry skoe, i was kidding
(((
*goes back to corner with the pwincesses*
don't act like you don't know, scumbag
this is bs and you know it
Darkness. Darkness filled Destroyyoutoo's days, and his nights. He had no concept of time; one moon passing, two, maybe an entire season. It could have been a year for all he knew.
The hunger gnawed at him. He was fed very little; he was not sure if it was once a day or once a week, but his stomach was so small he was rarely hungry now anyways. He had to compete for the little scraps he had with the rats that infested his cell.
He often thought of killing himself, but remembered the promise he made KT. He had promised KT, given him his word. No matter how hellish his new home was, he had to continue on through the pain to see his mother again. He refused to fail like his father did, no, failure would not be an option.
The worst part were the beatings. He was beat more often than he was fed, with what he assumed were long wooden rods. He would be blindfolded and half dragged to another place, where he would be beat until he could not stand. Occasionally he would hear General Torqez mumble "Good," or "Hit him harder or I'll have your head.."
He would then be dragged back to his cell and have his blindfold removed. And then..
Darkness.
He is very active and on IRC a lot, did very well in ICPG.
Kalo's journey had been a long one. Starting in the dense forests of Zardur, he trudged on through the open plains of Cerandar, and that is where is journey hit rough patches. He had to travel through the mountain range called Pokt, where Gunkun lay. With his wits and use of magic, he was able to procure enough food to survive the journey. Using his bow, he would take down big game and cook it with a simple fire spell.
This was necessary, since he could not gather supplies for his journey in Zardur. Since Kalo was shunned, he was not permitted to purchase supplies at any of the stores. But why should he? It would only give those filthy pigs more money. This only strengthened Kalo's resolve to reach is destination, and, eventually, win the Tournament of Fate.
Kalo spotted a traveler on the trail ahead. When he was closer, Kalo waved.
"Hello friend, could you point me in the direction of Gunkun?" Kalo asked innocently.
The traveler smiled and said, "Ah, you travelers keep getting younger and younger. Ahead the trail will split two ways. Take the trail that goes left."
Kalo smiled and thanked the traveler. He went a short distance and turned around. He whispered a few words, and a column of fire consumed the traveler.
He then turned towards Gunkun, smiling as he imagined himself winning the Tournament of Fate.
The door to the Charot was opened, and the light was blinding. As Destroyyoutoo exited the Charot, he surveyed his new surroundings. His bare feet burned on the sandy desert floor, and he hoped to go indoors soon. Or at least be issued a pair of proper shoes. He looked up from his feet and only saw three buildings, which was not what he expected. The smaller buildings looked run down, the bricks on the sides were crumbling and there were holes in the straw roof. The large building looked intimidating, with dark, polished granite walls. The desert sun reflected off of the walls, shining light on the smaller, derelict buildings.
Destroyyoutoo looked at the Charot again. There blood on the side of it, apparently from where one of the slaves was run over. Perhaps he tripped and fell? Then Destroyyoutoo felt sick. Another slave was holding the head of the one that had been run over. It was apparent that his death was not an accident. This was a job that you do not mess up in.
General Torqez surveyed all of his new recruits. His eyes narrowed, "All of you follow me, we are going to the Main." He gestured towards the granite building as he began walking towards it. The new recruits followed obediently. Not that there was a place for them to run away to, the empty desert expanded for as far as could be seen.
When they entered the buildings, there were three doors: one straight ahead, one on the left, and one on the right.
"You, you, you, you, and..." General Torqez debated for a second. "You," he said, pointing at Destroyyoutoo. "Follow me, this will be your new home for awhile." Es was in his group as well, making Destroyyoutoo a little more at ease again.
"Good," Destroyyoutoo thought. "I don't know what I would do if I had to stay in the other, trashy buildings."
They entered the door, and Destroyyoutoo was surprised at what he saw. There were five heavy steel doors with no windows. As he recalled, there were no windows on the outside of the Main as well. Torches lined the hallway.
General Torqez told evilsheep to get in the first door. Looking a bit worried, which is an expression Destroyyoutoo had not seen Es show yet, he entered the door. General Torqez slammed it shut and threw a lock.
"What ar.." a kamba started, but was promptly interrupted by General Torqez. "You will not question my authority, ever! Since this is the first offense, you will be given a warning. The next time you will not be so lucky." He touched his sword and gave a slight smirk, daring anyone to question his authority.
The group of Kamba's stiffened up. No one said a word, or moved a muscle, for that matter.
He continued to assign them to different cells, until Destroyyoutoo was the last one left. He stepped into the cell and turned around. "I hope you last longer than your father," General Torqez laughed as the door was slammed shut. The last sound that would be heard that night was Destroyyoutoo slamming his shoulder into the door, trying to attack General Torqez for his comment. For the rest of the night:
Silence.
Character:
Name: Kalo Tanta'an
Age: 25
Mage/Ranger
Equipment: Light leather armor, dark blue hooded robe, a staff made of a dark blue wood called Gute, and a bow made of the same materal.
Description: Was being trained in the arts of magic, but was expelled for questionable actions. For five years he has lived in the woods and trained himself in archery and magic. Shunned by his family and friends, he has begun a journey to participate in the Tournament of Fate, hoping to gain immense power to bring suffering on those that wrought it on him.
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