Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 4, 2018 14:34:40 GMT -6
Torok the Inheritor has been challenged. Telovin the God of Tricks and Lies has invoked the Right of Emojin the Game Master in an attempt to humiliate his godly rival. Torok and Telovin gather warriors to battle in their names. The winning team shall receive riches beyond their imaginations. But first they must fight!
Last Edit: May 13, 2018 17:19:07 GMT -6 by We Are Vashari
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 4, 2018 15:12:06 GMT -6
OOC: To be clear this is a story. If anyone wants their character(s) to be witness to the game feel free to write them in once the game starts, not the story itself.
Last Edit: Mar 4, 2018 15:12:46 GMT -6 by We Are Vashari
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
OOC: To be clear this is a story. If anyone wants their character(s) to be witness to the game feel free to write them in once the game starts, not the story itself.
OOC: What do you mean by that? That we can ask you to include our people in said story?
Last Edit: Mar 4, 2018 15:25:04 GMT -6 by Kirathel
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
OOC: To be clear this is a story. If anyone wants their character(s) to be witness to the game feel free to write them in once the game starts, not the story itself.
OOC: What do you mean by that? That we can ask you to include our people in said story?
OOC: Yeah, the Games participants are allowed to bring guests to watch. You can write in whoever you want to watch and react. And you don't have to ask. Anyone you want to is fine as long as they don't try to affect the story. Like watching football.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
OOC: What do you mean by that? That we can ask you to include our people in said story?
OOC: Yeah, the Games participants are allowed to bring guests to watch. You can write in whoever you want to watch and react. And you don't have to ask. Anyone you want to is fine as long as they don't try to affect the story. Like watching football.
Wait what? So are you using RPC's, and they bring in people we choose...?
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 4, 2018 18:40:09 GMT -6
Meanwhile on a planet far, far away.
The Jekolins were a race of preying mantis like people. They were a relatively new sentient species, only being a million years old. They were rather unremarkable, if a bit disgusting. They were so low in the cosmic order that no one knew they even existed. Expect for two.
The capital city of the Jekolin world was on the northern continent. A thriving city with a population of millions, at the center of which was the palace of the planets ruler. King Tynorn ruled the current generation of his people as his forefathers did with theirs. A lazy, but harmless, ruler, Tynorn was used to his people kissing his ”boots”. Today however he was the one doing the boot kissing.
It had been about an hour since the almighty descended upon planet Jekolin. A single being who towered over even the tallest Jekolin came down from the sky covered in black armor and glowing white. Even the backwater planet of the Jekolins had heard of the great destroyer, who glowed as bright as a star. King Tynorn knew his arrival meant his planet was to be judged.
They greeted the living star as formally as the could, treating him as behind royalty. He was a God, and deserved to be treated otherwise. The king welcomed him into this palace and threw the biggest banquet he could on such short notice. A long table was placed in the throne room and covered in as much food as possible, all the rarest and most expensive that the planet had to offer.
To be frank, Solorok wasn't too impressed. Sitting at the end of the table, he tapped his pointed purple finger on the ornate wood as he stared over the plates of bugs and crustaceans that this planet considered to be food. Despite being a living star with no need for food, drink, or sleep he enjoyed all three. Kaliva was by his side as usual when he visited a new planet assisting him as his attendant, her emerald mask sparkling as it always did.
”Mediocre.” Solorok eventually said. ”But I didn't expect much to begin with.”
”It's not that bad.” The Architect said to him.
”I didn't say it was bad. I said it was mediocre.” Solorok retorted. ”I miss that salad world.”
”Saldala.” Kalvia corrected him.
”Like it matters. It doesn't even exist anymore.” Solorok wasn't happy to hear one of his favorite planets was erased from existence. ”If could I would...” Solorok stopped mid-sentence his eyes shifting to the ceiling. ”Huh.”
A second later Torok the Inheritor descended from the ceiling, passing through it as if it wasn't even there. ”Brother.” Torok said before ending his descent in the chair to Soloroks right across from Kaliva. The bug attendants showing looks of fear at the new arrival.
”My Lord.” The Architect bowed her head in respect to him. Torok ignored her, however, his tone more serious than usual.
”Brother.” Solorok greeted back ”To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”
”We have a visitor. An unpleasant one we have to go meet.”
”Surely we could stay for dessert?” Solorok said, but he didn't sound disappointed.
”No. We have to leave now. Kaliva my dear, there is no time to bring you home so you will come with us. I'm sorry in advance.”
”Yes sir.” Was all she said.
They stood from the table, the three stepped ahead of the table, but Solorok stopped them. ”Hang on just a moment longer. You'll want to see this brother, I've been working on it for some time.” Solorok held up a finger. At its pointed tip a tiny white light appeared shining like a miniature star.
”This planet has a bug problem.” He bent his finger, the light gently floated away from it, and floated down towards the floor and burning its way through it. As it moved downwards he said. ”We should back up.”
Torok put a hand on both Solorok and Kaliva, and soon the three begun to float upwards, passing through the ceiling and the rest of the castle above. Higher and higher they went, passing through the atmosphere with no issue until they were a good distance away. They stopped and turned around to look at the planet below.
”So what is the issue brother?” Solorok asked, his eyes glued to the planet.
”Telovin has come.” Torok said bitterly. ”You remember how much he annoys me.”
”You could just erase him.” Solorok said for the hundredth time.
”And you know I can not. He is necessary for the Cosmic Order.” The last word left a bad taste in his mouth.
”What does he want this time?”
”Who knows. The God of Tricks and Lies is never straight forward. But I know he wants something from me.”
”Hmm.” Solorok said. ”Ah, here it comes.” A full minute had passed since they left the planet Jekolin. A full minute had passed before Jekolin dissapeared in flash of every color of the spectrum, becoming a supernova that burned through space. Kaliva was forced to look away from the flash. The explosion would be seen for millions of years, another star in the sky for curious eyes to look up at with wonder.
If Solorok had a mouth it’d be smiling. ”There is nothing more beautiful in this life than the majestic fires of an exploding planet.” Neither of the three cared for the billions of lives that had been there mere moments ago.
Torok was already thinking of replacements for the planet as it was his job as a creator, but his mind wasn't unable to focus at the moment. ”Come now, we’re running late.” He said before making the three of them speed across the emptiness of space. Traveling thousands of light years with each passing second.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
OOC: Yeah, the Games participants are allowed to bring guests to watch. You can write in whoever you want to watch and react. And you don't have to ask. Anyone you want to is fine as long as they don't try to affect the story. Like watching football.
Wait what? So are you using RPC's, and they bring in people we choose...?
Yes.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
To clarify, everyone's RPC's, yours included, etc?
Now I'm confused.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
So you are using the rp characters all involved in TNC as part of this story? To clarify.
I'm using my characters for the story, but your characters can interact with it later. If you want Sylah to be witness then you can rewrite her in.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 4, 2018 21:01:15 GMT -6
An Astroid on the other side of the universe.
Thirty minutes pass before they arrived on a barren planet. A neutral world where God like beings could convey with each other without stepping on each others territory. Telovin the God of Tricks and Lies, thought to be related to Loki, stood waiting impatiently. Most Gods had little to no patience, and he was no exception. He stood with his attendant, Alliara, who was much more composed than he was.
”He's late!” The God griped.
”Please my Lord,” Alliara said, ever composed. ”Have some patience. He’ll be here.”
”He's never late! And don't tell me to be patient!”
”Of course my Lord.”
There was a ball of blue light heading there way that stopped above the planet. The light faded revealing Torok the Inheritor, Solorok the Destroyer, and a third being that was likely one their attendants.
”About time!” Telovin complained as the three Techno-Organic beings lowered to planets surface until they stood ten feet away.
”What do you want this time?” Torok asked, skipping straight to the point.
”Not so fast.” Telovin wagged his finger. ”You know that's not how this works. The greeting.”
Torok rolled his glowing, mismatched eyes. ”Fine.” Then the air changed, not literal air as there was none on the barren rock. It became heavy and serious as the two rose slightly off the ground. They rushed each other with blinding speed, their fists colliding together resulting in a shockwave of pure power that rushed out in all directions. Solorok had to grab Kaliva by the ankle to stop her from being blown away.
Torok locked eyes with the blue skinned being. ”I see you haven't changed at all.” Telovin said.
”We rarely do.” Torok said back. A moment later they back flipped away from each other, landing gracefully by their attendants. ”So, what do you want?” Torok asked for the second, and final, time.
Telovin smiled showing perfect teeth the he knew Torok would love to punch out. He only said one word. ”Makyengo.”
Torok didn't seem fazed, though he rarely did. ”What about the Makyengo?”
Still with the same smug smile, Telovin said. ”I have found the remaining two gems of this universe and acquired them for myself.” He snapped his fingers, and Alliara took a step forward and presented a mahogany box which she opened revealing two gemstones, one a golden-orange, and the other a quarts green.
”And why do you have them. They are quite literally worthless to anyone but me.”
”Exactly.” Telovin said as Alliara closed the box and stepped back. ”I'm well aware you collect the sets from different universes. And it does me great pleasure to keep these away from you. But I want the whole set. So I've come from so far away to challenge you to the Game.”
Torok put a hand to his chin, but otherwise appeared to be unfazed. He knew Telovin had an ulterior motive, he always did. Torok also knew that a trap wasn't a trap if you willing walk into it. ”So, you would invoke the Right of Emojin, the Game Master, just to spite me out of stones that only I have use of. How like you. Fine. I'll play the game. When and where?”
”Here, in one week.” Telovin said. ”Ten fighters, no time limit.”
”Very well.” Torok said and in a blink he moved from ten feet away to mere inches. He held out his hand. ”I accept.” Telovin shook Toroks hand officially sealing the Right of Emojin. ”But I warn you, my fighters won't hold back.”
”And I warn you that they better not.”
They separated, Torok teleporting back to Solorok and Kaliva. Then in a flash of blue they were gone.
Telovins smile never dropped.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
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OOC: To be clear this is a story. If anyone wants their character(s) to be witness to the game feel free to write them in once the game starts, not the story itself.
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Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 5, 2018 18:45:16 GMT -6
New Atero
Takua was at the Temple of Light studying the runes and books that they kept there, trying to look for a way to regain his lost Light. Hanah was with him lounging around as she usually did. Vashari and Antroz were off training on Torrgo island in the Water District, and Rolvik was somewhere being Rolvik.
”Ugh!” Hanah slammed her head into the table that they were sitting at.
”You didn't have to come with me.” Takua said without looking up from the text he was studying. Hanah wasn't the type to hang around libraries all day, and she was visibly bored.
”You're boring.” She said, her face buried into the table.
”Yes I am.” Takua simply didn't want argue.
The Water District
Rolvik watched as Vashari took a fist to the face. ”Ow.” He said in sympathy.
”Again.” Vashari said to Antroz. Antroz was wearing a Kakama, the Mask of Speed, and Vashari was wearing a powerless version of his Arthron, the Mask of Sonars. Antroz nodded with out a word before unleashing a flurry of punches at super speed. Rolvik watched as Vashari dodged them. He was keeping up with them until the thirteenth one got through and hit him again making him stumble backwards. ”Blast it.” Vashari said gripping his chin. ”Always on the thirteenth.”
”What exactly are you trying to do?” Antroz asked.
”Just something I've been working on. Fighting that bladed Dragon on the Lost Continent made me realize that my body can't always keep up with my Sonar.”
”Hmph,” Antroz said. ”It wouldn't have touched you if I were there.”
Vashari gave as soft laugh. ”I don't doubt it.” He took a step forward back in place. ”Again.” Antroz nodded and reeled back to start again.
He begun to punch at Vashari again, but the first punch landed in Vasharis palm. ”What's,” Antroz started to ask, but he saw that Vashari was looking upwards. Floating above them was Torok.
”Such a magnificent creature.” He said referring to Torrgo on which they stood.
”Torok,” Vashari said surprised.
”Yes, yes, you're surprised to see me.” He waved it off. ”I need help. A God by the name of Telovin has challenged me to a Game. One that requires the use of ten mortal fighters. I have two that can handle it. Which is why I've come to you. You and Hanah have always been the very best I've had and I'd be an idiot if I didn't ask you. So, will you help me?”
”Of course.” Vashari said without hesitation. ”And I'm sure Hanah will agree too.”
”Yes well, that still leaves six slots to fill.” Torok said. ”I was hoping you could recruit a couple more.”
”Right here.” Antroz said. ”Next to Teridax I'm the strongest Makuta alive. And I won't be left behind again. I'm still mad at myself that I let Improbus get away.”
Torok shrugged. ”Good enough for me.”
”Ooo, ooo!” Rolvik said. ”Me, me!”
”No.” Vashari said, almost quicker than he had planned. ”Rolvik you're not ready. You and Takua are weapons experts,”
”And weapons aren't allowed in the Game.” Torok finished.
”Aw man.” Rolvik was disappoint but he understood.
”Anyone else you could recommend?” Torok asked.
”Well there is two more people I could think of. But we'd need to ask them.” Vashari said.
”Where are they.”
”One is on the Lost Continent.” Vashari pointed west. ”That way.”
Torok nodded then snapped his fingers. The four of them were then transported halfway across the world, now standing in the middle of the Village of the Lost Tribe. The Bohrok were surprised to see them so suddenly appear in their village, but they recognized Vashari and Rolvik and relaxed.
Vashari cleared his throat. ”Hi. I'm looking for Matalo.” He announced. Soon the Bohrok Kal appeared and and the Bohrok Va that made the being known as Matalo combined together, transforming into the Champion of the Lost Tribe.
Matalo put his fist to his chest and bowed. ”It is good to see you again friend. What brings you here?”
”Good to see you too.” Vashari greeted before explaining why they were here. ”So we've come to ask for your help.”
Matalo nodded. ”You helped save my people and our world. I would be honored to fight by your side once more.”
Vashari returned his bow. ”Thank you. Will your village be alright while we’re gone?”
”The Kal will be enough while I'm away.”
”Good.” Torok said. ”Now the second one.”
Vashari looked around. ”I think it's best we move away from the village.” Matalo gave some instructions to the other six Kal, and when he was done Torok teleported them away from the village into an empty field.
”Okay.” Vashari said stepping away from the other four. He drew his sword and drove it's end into the ground in front of him. He then drew a circle and put his blade away. He took a deep breath, and clapped his hands together. ”Maximus.” He whispered. Then he crouched and put his hands on the ground at the circles center where he stood. ”Demon Art: Miniature Rashamon!”
Before him the ground turned dark and from its deep dark center came a door way, much smaller then the one that appeared here before. The Demon faced door creaked open slowly, opening up to the void of the Dark Dimension. And through it stepped out Maximus the Fourth King of the Dark Dimension.
”Well then,” The Demon said upon seeing Vashari. ”I wasn't expecting you to call so soon, Light Being. You want to fight me already?”
”Not exactly,” Vashari said before explaining like he did with Matalo. ”So I called you.”
”And what is in it for me?” The Demon asked.
”For starters,” Torok said. ”I won't erase your existence.”
”Huh,”
”And second,” Torok continued. ”If my team should find itself victorious each member will receive a special prize from me personally. Only if you win.”
”Hmm.” The Demon put a hand on his chin in thought. ”I too know what it's like to be a God, if it was only briefly.” He paused again. ”Okay, I shall lower myself to assisting your Light Beings if only to ensure my own survival.”
Vashari sighed in relief. ”Very well.” Torok said. ”I suppose that is enough. I will recruit the other three myself.” He snapped his fingers and Hanah and Takua appeared next to them.
”What happened!” Takua yelled.
”We got ported, fool.” Hanah said.
”Well it was scary!”
”Torok!” Hanah exclaimed upon seeing him.
”Good to see you too, but I must leave.” Torok said. ”See you in a week.” And with that he disappeared.
Vashari explained to them what happened. ”So, we've got some training to do.”
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2018 22:35:54 GMT -6 by We Are Vashari
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”