Post by thelegoroleplayer on Oct 2, 2016 14:36:56 GMT -6
Dark Souls-esc descriptions of character items.
The Mountain's Word:
A greatsword with incredible durability and cutting edges. This sword can launch a powerful acid that can destroy almost anything.
Said to have once been forged by a mountain, the true origins of this blade have long been forgotten; as have been the many wielders of this blade. But one common thing remembered is that the sword's own acid is what ended the lives of its wielders.
Electrified Power Sword:
Tolartan's sword of power. It can launch lightning that decimates Metrus.
Tolartan once sought out the sword of a being who had the power of the universe. He found the sword, but it was utterly powerless. Somehow he made the blade extremely powerful and defeated the World Maddener. However, it hasn't aged well and is a mere imitation of what it once was.
Great Mask of Uncoordination:
This faded mask of power can cause the limbs of the target to move uncontrollably. Although devastating to enemies, this can backfire if not careful.
The name of the Makuta that wore this mask has been lost to time. However, it is said that his creations had become so efficient that they killed him for being slightly less efficient than them. This mask is all that remains.
Morality Eyepiece:
An eyepiece that allows the user to see the moral alignment of being and objects. Said to belong to Kaatonga the Legend, but more likely to be one of thousands of replicas made by Xia.
Kaatonga the Legend once wore such an eyepiece before she removed it. Some ancient fools say that she wore it while she was a servant of some forgotten deity, but no-one believes those stories.
Feand's Stinger:
A stinger that was once belong to Feand. Fragile and will easily break.
No-one remembers who Feand was, but his name was immortalized for fathering the World Maddener. Tyrants have used the stinger to strike fear into the masses, but it is no longer feared as everyone now knows it to be a worthless weapon.
The Carver's Hammer:
A simple war hammer that once was a Toa Tool, but is now only suited for a prop.
The Toa that used this hammer is the laughing stock of the world. Many comedies portray the Toa just making statues only to accidentally knock them over on a villain. A few have suggested that this Toa was once a greatly respected hero, but they are quickly silenced. In these dark times, people need something to laugh at, so why take it away from them?
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Dec 11, 2016 16:58:50 GMT -6
Snow War Journal (2016) Sargent AZT Entry #1
Day 1: The Enemy Returns
We knew it was coming, we just didn't know it was coming in this size of a force. Intelligence informed us to expect an attack on Monday, twelfth of December, no more than than three inches thick of enemy troops. Must have been fed false info, as the attack came today! Seven inches thick of enemy forces had already taken the entire area, more reinforcements coming to add the decently sized enemy. Without order, I grabbed my standard issue assault shovel and viciously attacked the enemy holding ground on the walk ways. It didn't seem long, the battle was too enthralling for me to notice how much time had passed. Forty minutes I was out there on the front lines, tossing our enemies back. General SMT deployed the medium assault transport vehicle, a Grind Tosser II. Not a perfect killing machine, but it does well enough. Eventually, I was able to come to the General's aid and finish off most of the remaining enemies on the most important territories. To my dismay, a centimeter thick of enemy's reinforcements had already taken all the front we had just reclaimed. More were coming and we are forced to temporarily retreat. Analytics say there will be another seven inch thick wave of enemies covering all major ways of travel, if not more by morning. We'll be ready for another round, the war has just restarted.
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Jan 27, 2019 12:34:52 GMT -6
Left On
The end of the universe and even reality itself, was disappointing.
No glorious heat death of the universe as told many times.
No sounding of trumpets were heard as foretold.
No destruction of all things by our own hands.
No fantastic event were reality collapsed.
Not even did it go out on a whimper.
One day the universe, this reality was here and then in the next instance it was gone. Erased and removed, leaving only emptiness and the void in its stead. I've heard many tales of what the void would look like if we could see it. Most say its the blackest darkness ever to be known, even more than the darkness cause from blindness. Some say it will be the purest white, so bright to the point of blinding. A few have suggested that it will be like the air, an invisible spectrum that we cannot see stretching on forever with nothing to stop it. The answer as to what the void really is, I cannot know, for I am prevented from seeing it. I suppose that is the nature of the void, of emptiness. Can it exist if there is something? Not truly, there must be nothing, so I am blotted out.
I know only of two others that escaped the fate of my universe. One was a dear old friend, someone I foolishly fought against for the wrong reasons. The other does not have a name, only his alias--The Anonymous. Is he to blame for this reality vanishing? No, I doubt he is, but he did leave. Perhaps he knew its coming or just pure coincidence that he vanishes with his new technology. Whatever the reason, I will soon find him. Together we allied to blind our reality, yet I was the one left without sight. Why did he never open my eyes?
I suppose it was not the first half truth he told us. Hardlight, that's what he called it and told us. But I was right, we did have similar technology. It took time, or rather, it would have taken time if it existed here, but after trying to replicate that technology I learned I was looking the wrong way. Yes, it was solid light, but far more than that, beyond. What he used here, basics, it was no mere Hardlight. It was as if he knew the language the universe was built upon and manipulated its code for his bidding. Or by some other means, brought forth something from nothing.
If not for this, I would not have learned the truth. My reality was no true reality, it was someone else's and I didn't belong there. I am merely a Construct, an imaginary intimation given form and life.
The end of the universe and even reality itself, was disappointing.
No glorious heat death of the universe as told many times.
No sounding of trumpets were heard as foretold.
No destruction of all things by our own hands.
No fantastic event were reality collapsed.
Not even did it go out on a whimper.
One day the universe, this reality was here and then in the next instance it was gone. Erased and removed, leaving only emptiness and the void in its stead. I've heard many tales of what the void would look like if we could see it. Most say its the blackest darkness ever to be known, even more than the darkness cause from blindness. Some say it will be the purest white, so bright to the point of blinding. A few have suggested that it will be like the air, an invisible spectrum that we cannot see stretching on forever with nothing to stop it. The answer as to what the void really is, I cannot know, for I am prevented from seeing it. I suppose that is the nature of the void, of emptiness. Can it exist if there is something? Not truly, there must be nothing, so I am blotted out.
I know only of two others that escaped the fate of my universe. One was a dear old friend, someone I foolishly fought against for the wrong reasons. The other does not have a name, only his alias--The Anonymous. Is he to blame for this reality vanishing? No, I doubt he is, but he did leave. Perhaps he knew its coming or just pure coincidence that he vanishes with his new technology. Whatever the reason, I will soon find him. Together we allied to blind our reality, yet I was the one left without sight. Why did he never open my eyes?
I suppose it was not the first half truth he told us. Hardlight, that's what he called it and told us. But I was right, we did have similar technology. It took time, or rather, it would have taken time if it existed here, but after trying to replicate that technology I learned I was looking the wrong way. Yes, it was solid light, but far more than that, beyond. What he used here, basics, it was no mere Hardlight. It was as if he knew the language the universe was built upon and manipulated its code for his bidding. Or by some other means, brought forth something from nothing.
If not for this, I would not have learned the truth. My reality was no true reality, it was someone else's and I didn't belong there. I am merely a Construct, an imaginary intimation given form and life.
In the end, nothing lasts forever.
Hypothetical question: If I assassinate my teacher, do I still have to hand in my homework?
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Feb 16, 2019 16:55:35 GMT -6
Closure
This would drive most beings out of their wits---the stillness. For most, outside of what they think is either their own (or something else's) control, events just continue on without stopping. Time is always moving forwards, things are always moving forwards, even if it moves slower than it should.
They don't see reality like I do -- they can't. Time always moves, but not always our, or rather, this reality's dimension of time. I could throw a punch and everything would cease movement and thought for hours, days, sometimes months for the most unfortunate. Not that they ever realize it.
So here I am, waiting. Still. Unmoving. Not thinking, not conscious. At least, not the way I should.
The stillness has rarely been this long before, an entire year. I could feel little blips elsewhere, though they were surely false signals or portions of further past finally playing out.
I..........It's gone.
.
..
...
The stillness....it's gone....
But movement has not returned either.
Now I'm on the ground, slipped through my war suit as if it wasn't there. Well, it never was, but it usually is here.
...The world is gone. It is just a plane of nearly empty existence....Ah, I see. The hammer has come, the wall of this reality has been closed off.
The play is over.
Finally.
I'm disappointed in how it ended. I wanted something more grand for my role. Oh well.
The being, form barely holding, looks again up at the boundaries of reality. It wasn't too long ago that it was closed off, sealed away. But now with a mighty rage, the swirling vortex mass gives its last dying attempt and shatters the walls. With it gone, his sleeping kin are pulled out of the coming void. Whether they would be seen again or remolded into something else, only the one who placed them here could know.
He feels around what remains with what little power is left. The others did not deactivate or sleep like his kin, but they were gone now. Whether retrieved or destroyed, he could not tell. Still, it had been a very, very long time since he had been home. Time for a vacation.
"WhAt DiD yOu do?!?!"
Or perhaps not.
Caught off guard, he nearly fails to put his arms up for minimal protection against the tackle. With reality dying, the powers he could normally call upon were barely there and is dug into the plane effortlessly.
"ANSWER ME!!!"
The form gave little time for him to answer, using her titan strength to crack his chest. Her form flickered back into her role, briefly blinding him from the sheer glow before reverting into the more natural, featureless form.
But in the flickers, past the burning white eyes, as she tried to take his non-existent life, he saw the cause. That sickly emerald green taint. He changed her, and for a moment, he thought perhaps she changed beyond fixing. Beyond the constraints of these realities.
Then there was was her blood hurdling scream and in a flash she was taken. The emerald stain left there, ready to be consumed by the end.
Oh I'm sure that's what he's thinking. About time I pay the final "Founder" a visit. Especially in a time as crucial as this. Just as the being was about to leave to join his kin and origin, he appeared. Of course, he was harder to make out these days, but someone as wise as it knew the difference between friends and F.O.E.
There is just silence between the two, the only true movement being the other's studying. He was consumed with cords, the creatures worming and raving around, leaving only the eyes still visible. The masses made eight winged spider legs on his back, each with their own hungry tendril limbs. Though these were unlikely to be what kept him afloat, the cords dripped and nipped at anything that even dare come near his feet.
Finally, he reached out an arm, extending a hand as the viperous cords squirmed away so that the other could take it. Or rather, tactically retreated, waiting to pounce on the one who takes the hand. The hand shown green.
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Mar 30, 2019 17:42:28 GMT -6
Once There Were Four...
I know,
I know,
My voice is degrading to you and my histories constant reruns. But would you please, so kindly, listen to me one final time?
- - -
Once, there was an Observer. He surfed the waves of many galactic oceans, taking in everything he saw. During one day of relaxation, the Observer went to one of his favorite beaches to ride its familiar waves once more. Though unlike before, he found a lake hidden away by the other distractions. A lake filled with small islands, each their own little world. Some built bridges to the other islands to play well, while others forced bridges for raiding that destroyed their own bridge. And some still remained alone from the others, satisfied in their own selves.
After several repeat visits to the lake, he was no longer content with watching the islands. So he picked his favorite, took the disguise of a diver to fit in, and joined the sunken island. Meddling with its affairs brought fleeting happiness, soon searching for more, leaving the Diver to his own devices.
It was not long before an expansive mansion was found. The lake, now just a kiddie pool in the Observer's eyes, was very different from the mansion. This place was one place, with only occasional deviations found in the closets. Though at first considered to be too expansive and lively, he attempted to build an addition onto the mansion. The tenants did not appreciate this and cast him out, placing observatory in a state of condemnation.
A lesson hard learned, he would be more careful. Forced to explore elsewhere on beach, he would find other places. Some where skyscraper mansions, expansive to maddening degrees of life while others were much smaller, more respectable homes. And from these were formed those that would make all others.
- - -
From four, they were always traced by to the four.
The first, the favorite, was a being of knowledge and foresight. What was, what is, and what was/is to come was all known to him. The burden made him into a righteous anti-hero, do to the deeds the other could not, and should never do. He sought what he knew was right, even though he could tell no-one, made an outcast for his seeming misdeeds.
The second was chased, on the run from forces unknown, but more importantly, running towards you. A hunter feared by all who realized they were his next prey and even more terrified by the thought of what was after him. Yet ever noble, he would help the heroes for mere fractions of a unit, if paid at all, while charging evil enormous prices and delaying the job.
The third was much like the second, though despite the younger, was older, wiser, and improved. Prepared for the galaxy of violence, his combative abilities were designed above all previous; giving constant vigilance to prove he deserved the title he wore. Though for a time his mind was taken, and despite the ever noble warrior, was placed among those considered to be vile evil.
The fourth and final was outside the law. Much like the elder first, he saw the constraints of bureaucracy as too hindering to do what was to be done. So he cast them off and struck off on his own, not letting some of his morals go like the anti-hero. And the villains soon had his stake of fear constantly in their minds.
They were, however, just the first, for the four were never to be left alone for long. Soon, more would spawn from them. The Anti-Hero would be reacquainted with a more heroic rival to challenge his grounds. The Vigilante reached out his cords and pulled out an old friend from the mires of rejection and forgotten memories. The Hunter would rediscover his connection with the Warrior, later using this to find other old friends. The Warrior regained his memories and recalled enemies that, while politics preventing him from killing now, knew he would need to finish them soon.
The Diver, not completely forgotten nor abandoned, also spawned others. From him came other disguises to spread throughout the islands; ages of vikings and beasts of legend to battles of extraterrestrial origin. Some were even granted the honor of not being mere disguises, but forms much like the four and their spawn.
But...
It was not to last.
For one of the Warrior's spawn, a true monster of darkness, became to corrupt his actor. From him, the Observer learned of the evils that not only existed in his being, but just what evils he was capable and willing to do. Before the beast could take his mind, the monster was cast out and the Observer's own Sphere of Influence banished. Hurt and devastated, he would never take on another form or disguise again. From then on, he would send various constructions into these worlds in his stead. There, they could play out his designed roles without doing him harm and, when needed, could also puppeteer them.
- - -
What of the four? They were always the special ones. They had his favor and being him longer than all the others after them.
The Anti-Hero would be cast out of the mansion for a time, condemned just like the observatory. The Vigilante was the first to be retired, but he refused to leave and was trapped in the closing. The Warrior was the second to retire and the first to rest. The Hunter would stay in action for a time longer before joining his father in rest.
When the tenants allowed it, the Anti-Hero returned only to see the entire mansion removed. The Vigilante escaped his fate, now with a level of knowledge only his senior possessed. The Warrior and Hunter would make a temporary return, having been recast into superior forms, but only for a short time.
Perhaps they are no longer around, nor as prevalent, but from them have come all others. If you trace the spawn of their spawn of their spawn of their spawn, there you will always find them at the core. And in the core is always the broken, hollowed heart of the Observer.
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Mar 28, 2022 17:47:40 GMT -6
That Final Knock on the Door
It flew off the hinges, hurdling across the room until it installed itself in the nearest wall. No longer useful as a door but it could make for a great diving board. If staying, perhaps that would be a worthwhile renovation. But alas, he was finally here. His knock would be the last this sanctuary's door would ever know.
He walked in with silence but the presence of a boot pounding monster. To anyone else, he would be too. The cords rived across his form and could hide the infectious green no longer. Yet they weren't as brave, squirming nervously as he approached. Imagine they had some relief when he stopped only a few feet to stare.
"Yo," he said to me.
The pretense of a friend's gesture was always so cute. In return, he was rewarded silence. He knew what he had done, what he was about to try.
From across the room they rose, all the toys recalled to the chest. He violated the home, it was their duty to avenge. Though their forms barely held, having not been touched in eons. In their hapless attempts, they fell to his consuming cords. One impaled, another drained, several bunches crushed. We didn't move, everything else moved around us. For certain, he wondered why.
Then the oldest champion arose, the last piece to his puzzle. He smirked, confident as the old Fish Hunter came to challenge.
"This is your best defense. You're just giving it to me." He was confident, but it should have been questioned.
To the Fish Hunter's credit, he was the best. A barrage of harpoons, explosives, changing several forms from spaceman to berserker. He even got the Foe to move, forced him to dodge and counter. Yet he already taken the other Founders and being the First was no exception. In the end, the oldest fell. And after he did, the Foe stood back in the place he was before and stared.
"I see you added the others. A shame you did not respect their choice."
"What choice would that have been? To remain for you? Locked away to never see use again?" He jabbed and accused yet not a single fiery dart landed. "I've escaped your rules, I'm beyond like him. But to ensure my new future, I need to be rid of you."
"You're correct."
His cords stopped moving and he froze.
"The time for all this has long past. It's over and must be moved on. I'm leaving."
"What? You're--" He tried to think but this was beyond his knowing.
"And thanks to you, we're the last ones."
"WAIT! NO DON--" His panic was fulfilled when my hand grabbed him.
"I'm sorry."
It was not void that took us next, it was nothingness. Simple nonexistence, forgotten to history and time.
. . .
But
It was not the end.
The old was dead, we are now a new creature. Finally we can move on to other things. Better, perhaps grander.
