LOL. Well, I do try to be as thorough and succinct as possible with my critiques. 
It really is good, guys. I think everyone will enjoy it.
I'll go over the draft tonight and send you my corrections tomorrow morning, ok?
Elemights
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Dervish just previewed Chapter One.
She's currently helping me with the silly nilly punctuation issues of course.
Why don't I get a look-see? :sad:
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@Syan:
Why don't I get a look-see? :sad:
Imma see if ur in FB for a preview :o…
UPDATE: Just FYI guys; Dervish and I are pumping out the grammatical errors and all that stuff out (she's a hell of an editor let me tell ya) so if it's not up by tonite you will see it tomorrow morning.
She was overwhelmed by my grammatical fail V:
(I jest I jest)
But Chapter One is almost there, just wait a a lil' bit longer.
Edit II: If she doesn't log soon I'm dropping Chapter One with grammatical errors in AP :V
Those can be fixed later.
Closer still...
Edit Part Three: It's OUT in a certain forum :ninja:
It'll be ready for AP tomorrow.
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I've read and sent comments and editing, as well.
Be prepared AP, it's really good.
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Sorry it took a bit for me to log on, SHR. I've been sick as a dog today, ugh. Here, have some vomit. shares 8D
Anyway. I sent ya all 3 copies of the revisions, so just browse over them and make whatever changes you need.
UPDATE: Just FYI guys; Dervish and I are pumping out the grammatical errors and all that stuff out (she's a hell of an editor let me tell ya)
Aw, thanks. Can you tell I used to be an English major? The red text of correction is a pitiless beast. :ninja:
She was overwhelmed by my grammatical fail V:
I threw the Holt Handbook at him.
Fact.
(it wasn't that bad ^^).
Edit II: If she doesn't log soon I'm dropping Chapter One with grammatical errors in AP :V
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NOES. >:I
It'll be ready for AP tomorrow.
Be there, folks.
a mood come alive.
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My apologies for the lack of Chapter One.
Between editing/children getting sick and having to cover for someone an extra shift I've been bombarded a bit.
The REVISED version will drop eventually.
Apologize in advance for teh delay.
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Thank God you are delayed, honestly. My computer has been fucking up lately and I didn't want to miss the chance to read and review your story.
I'll be giving a lot of priority to this. =)
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@Uncle:
I'll be giving a lot of priority to this. =)
You're leaving me for Strawhat?:cwy:
I'm just kidding. I'll be sure to read the next part as well.
Besides, I'm having a little trouble with mine right now. -
There IS an unedited version in ANOTHER forum.
But I won't be linking it since I dunno how they'd feel about it.
Sorry for the infinite delay :V
To make matters worse I left my hard copy at home today since I was rushed to work…
sigh
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I tried looking for it on that OTHER forum, but I can't find chapter 3 (just the original stuff).
Could you PM me the link? As well as the differences between this forum and that?
(Sorry, I get really lost easily). -
So where is it? >=(
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Oh shit.
Long story short I dropped the unedited version in another forum for feedback and have been working on editing it ever since (I'm actually in the intro for Chapter 3 :V).
Buuuut.
I'll drop it here in it's current form to please the masses.
I honestly forgot xD
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ElemightsChapter One
The Guardian's Choice
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! Elemights
! The Outsiders Arc
Chapter 1: The Guardian’s Choice
! -Whosoever reclaimed the Gems of Magi would be bestowed with attributes that only could be described as godly. The Gem of Knowledge would imbue the owner with all of the Universe’s secrets and unconditional clarity in the Past, Present and Future. The Gem of Life would bestow its master with great health and give him what could only be assumed as eternal life. And finally the Gem of Might, containing the raw strength of over 300 warriors; it would provide the user with power to defeat their enemies. Once assembled together the Gems of Magi would bestow upon his master the combined essence of the Gems, and a God is rumored to be born.”
! My name is Vincent M. LaPour… and for ages my family has searched for these legendary Magi Gems to prove the validity of the claims. As I write this Journal I realize we should’ve just left it alone; our kind had no business looking for something of this magnitude. But we were curious, as humans tend to be; and I caught myself in more trouble than I care to elaborate on in these opening passages. Hopefully someone finds this Journal in the event we should fail.-Page 2
! Gaia, The Kingdom of Cadill Vill
! It is the seventh day of the ninth month in the year 4049 of the Great Furloc Era. A man wrapped in brown robes struggles to walk as he makes his way through an alley, the bright solitary bubble lamp illuminating him as he went. It is a dark night, save for a Full Moon.
! “Two days left…Should be enough time …”
! The cloaked man’s hand grasped the edge of a building as he made his way out of the alley. He finds himself in an open plaza, wet cobblestones lightning up his path. A fountain in the middle of a cobblestone-covered roundabout streams water like any normal day. People walking all around him, yet pay him no mind. A huge clock tower made of granite overpowers his view. The cloaked man makes his way through the crowd as he holds on tightly to his chest. A silhouette of three round objects can be seen under his robe. Green, Red and Blue lights pulse on and off slowly fading in brightness within his robes.
! The cloak shifts and the man’s face comes into view. He looks no older than 40, with dark brown hair tinged with silver on the sides and a heavy five o’ clock shadow. He raises his eyes to the clock tower, his expression one of very little hope.
! “Hopefully only they come…”
! The robed man opens the large door to the clock tower while still trying to shield his identity from the people around him. A man and a woman who are chatting cheerfully pass him on the way out, pay him no attention. A wooden sign that reads MAIL can be seen above the archway of the building as the robed man walks in. He slowly makes his way to the Clerk underneath the sign. The clerk smiles, wearing what looks like plated armor. The old man places a crumpled letter on the counter.
! “And what can I do for you tonight Sir? Outgoing?”
! “I need you to make copies of this letter…and send them to ALL possible locations”
! The clerk’s smile fades quickly, replacing it with a look of incredulity.
! “I’m sorry… what?”
! The robed man removes the cloak from his face. Determined, he begs the young man.Page 3
! “Please… just make copies…as many copies as you can. I can cover the shipping and copying prices. Azures are not a problem!”
! The robed man takes a blue card from his pocket, his left hand still clutching his chest. The card is slim, resembling a regular piece of paper, solid yet not plastic. The name “Madac Sarreta” can be seen imprinted on the card in silver letters, partially obscured by his hand. Madac Sarreta places the card on the counter as he begs the Clerk.
! “Please my son… just let me have this!”
! The clerk, indifferent, shrugs as he grabs the card.
! “I can probably make around 100,000 copies and ship ‘em, after that your on your own.”
! Madac smiles as he looks down at his robe.
! “That will do my son…that will do.”
! “And where do you want all these shipped to?” the clerk inquires
! Madac’s blue eyes begin to tear up… he cannot contain his joy AND his dread. “Every single Kingdom you can afford to send one to…“
! “Total will be around the 20 Million Azures… are you sure about this?” the clerk asked, thinking he might be part of some elaborate practical joke. He looks up to confirm Madac’s purchase but sees no one. He places the card inside a bubble as it lights up and illuminates the clerk’s face with a faint blue light. The purchase and Madac’s Azure card is accepted.
! “Crazy Fourths’ at it again…”Page 4
! Capital of Gaia, Emerald City of Atlantis
! One Day later… A knight rushes through the door screaming, eyes wide and panic in his demeanor. He immediately kneels; his face, exposed through his armored helmet; can clearly be seen sweating.
! “YOUR MAJESTY!!! THE REPORT WAS TRUE!!!”
! A young man in his 20s squints down at him, his hair short and dark brown, a small dread falling from his left ear, his full mouth framed by a goatee. His purple cape bears a golden crest with the initials “RC”. Grey shoulder pads that seem made out of heavy stone adorn his broad stance. The man is known around the realm of Gaia as the ’Living Flame’ but his name is Kendro Furlocs.
! “Apologies your Highness… I was unaware the Prince had returned.” he sputtered fearfully as he bows his head again.
! Prince Kendro turns his attention back to his front, ignoring the knight.
! “So you really think this man is still alive then…?”
! A voice echoed in front of the Prince: “Indeed, it is the one and the same… the very man who bested my Grandfather and My Father. The ‘Guardian’, Madac Sarreta.”
! A large old man sits on an Emerald Throne, his shoulders broad, his frame monstrous. He’s holding a large golden cup with tribal markings on it resembling water. A crown adorns his head, his cape flows all under him. His feet splash the ground with water that he produces at whim.
! In his youth he was known as “Raging Ocean”, due to his brutality when he faced off against rebels and insurgents. Over time his title lost its luster due to the peace his family had brought to the world of Gaia. His current title triumphs anyone living in any of the 50 Kingdoms of Gaia. This man is none other than the “King of Gaia”, Arratice Furlocs.
! “And the fool decided after almost 100 years to finally show himself. Making a large purchase in a Mail Station, in the Kingdom of Cadil Vill. The Clerk in the center said the man was no older than forty, which coincides with the age at the time of the ‘Duel.’”Page 5
! Kendro was used to this by now; his Father the King finds out about something and usually sends him to go fetch it. It had been this way since Kendro’s mother died on that terrible night about 20 years ago. Ever since then the King had made it his mission to harden Kendro for his eventual succession as the King of the realm, but this was different. The King had always recounted stories to Kendro about a man… a “Guardian” who had great power and whose SOLE responsibility was to protect it from everyone. Madac Sarreta was said to be the “Guardian”… a man that looked no older than 40 yet had bested not only the King’s father, but his grandfather as well.
! “But why now? He’s been pretty good at hiding for the past 100 years or so… why bother coming out of hiding?” the Prince mused as he stared up at the ogreish King.
! “Simple, my Son. His time is clearly up; the way the story was told within the Furloc Family was that the holder of all 3 Magi Gems DOES indeed gain God-like powers… but it comes at the cost of one’s own mortality. Granted, the Gem of Life should take care of that issue on its own but when used with the others, it apparently saps its strength. The Legend ALWAYS mentioned 100 years… and I’m not foolish enough to ponder whether that is a great coincidence or a old wives’ tale.”, the King replied as he drank from his cup.
! The knight slowly stood and took a small piece of paper from within his armor. The paper was crisp, ultra clean and with small print on it. He walked cautiously towards the Prince and handed it to him.
! “This is what Madac wanted Gaia to see.” He said sheepishly as he kneeled back down.
! Prince Kendro inspected the paper, tilting his head sideways as if to try to decipher some intricate puzzle. It had come to his attention that this was one of the simpler tasks he ever had to do for his father judging from the looks of things.
! “It says here… ‘Meet me in Cadill Vil… when the fire stops burning?’”, His reading of the message more of a question than a statement. “What the Hell is that supposed to mean?”
! The King stood, all eleven feet of pure brutality, and stared down at his son. Once the pride and joy in his life; now, nothing more than an errand boy, soon to be his replacement.
! “Well Kendro… I guess you’ll have to go to Cadill Vil to find out then, won’t you?”Page 6
! The Kingdom of Florida
! Vincent M. LaPour was a famous man… or maybe infamous would be the correct term to describe him. He belonged to the extremely wealthy LaPour family, so wealthy that all members were granted Class 4 Citizenship upon birth. The only thing higher than Fourthmanship (as the LaPour’s jokingly called it) was being born of Royal blood and belonging to the World Monarchy. But as wealthy as LaPour was, along with his high stature, didn’t stop him from following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a Treasure Hunter. But at least Roberto LaPour, patriarch of the family in the last generation, made his hobby into quite a lucrative cultural phenomenon. Famously opening the Gaia World Museum in the last 4010’s, with much fanfare and Royal approval, he continued his path of Treasure Hunter until his ultimately predictable demise when he attempted to retrieve a treasure hidden in the vast Caribbean Wastelands. Like his father before him, Vincent went on to continue the family business of educating (and marrying into Royalty in the process) the world about its long lost history and hunting for thrills while doing it. And he loved every second of it…
! Loved it so much that not long ago he almost lost his Royal status due to a quite scary encounter with the ruling Lord of Gokarius. In Gokarian rule the Scepter of Order is an artifact that every ruling King must obtain via a survival game after the death of the current King. Vincent also knew that said Scepter was fair game to any Royal as well; should they feel up to the task in order to become ruler of the Kingdom of Gokarius. So naturally he figured he’d win the survival game and take the Scepter back with him… much to the chagrin of Lord Ragen Magsh.
! For Lord Ragen Magsh was the heir to the throne in Gokarius and his father had lived for a good 130 years – A long time by Gokarian standards, since it was a country always at war with Samal invaders and Kings of said land were usually targets of plenty assassination attempts. But Lord Ragen Magsh had to spend a good portion of his adult life waiting for his father King Eleuterio Magsh to finally succumb to a common cold in order to try and ascend to Kinghood.
! On the day of the survival game, Vincent had easily avoided most of the hazards (including a lot on of jungle terrain, booby traps and wildlife) by clever use of his Elemental affinity, and claimed the Scepter as his own. Enraged at the thought of a fool like Vincent taking over his Kingdom, Lord Ragen Magsh challenged the “Museum Collector” to an Elemental Knight duel, or Elemight Duel for short. That day, Lord Ragen Magsh lost both his right eye and the opportunity to become “King” of Gokarius, and had remained “Lord” instead.Page 7
! So, on the night of the eight day, of the ninth month in the year 4049; Vincent received a letter that changed his life forever. As he ripped open the unmarked envelope his hazel eyes lit up in excitement. He absently tucked his long purple hair out of the way of his view as he read intensely.
! “Meet me in Cadill Vill… when the fire stops burning”, he read out loud softly. A grin adorning his face as his eyes scrolled down to the end of the paper.
! -‘The Guardian of the Magi’ Madac Sarreta-
! Immediately, a gust of wind started blasting inside the halls of the Gaia World Museum. His hair waved uncontrollably as he hovered over to the second story of the museum. He entered a small office and started writing… and writing. Scribbling in a small piece of paper in terrible cursive that would probably had counted as Egyptian Hieroglyphics in other times. A small child who looked to be not even of 10 years of age, with short purple hair ran towards him in his studio.
! “What is it Father?!” the young boy inquired.
! “Only the greatest thing ever my son. The GREATEST thing ever!” he exclaimed joyfully as he held back some of his happiness. “Today… I have proof that your grandfather was NOT a crazy man! And that the LaPours were RIGHT all along!”
! He grabbed the small piece of paper and handed it to the child.
! “Listen Joseph… tell mom I had to leave. Tell her to read this note. Can you do that for me son?” Vincent told his son as he kneeled towards the child.
! “Where are you going Dad?” the freckled boy asked.
! “Cadill Vil... when the fire stops burning.”
! Two small cyclones formed under each of Vincent’s hands, his hair ruffling about as the wind picked up as did his brown coat. A golden scepter with two Chinese dragons enveloping a green emerald atop of it flew towards him as he grabbed it in mid-air. He started floating as he looked back at his son. The small child smiled and waved at him as he ran back to tell his mother about his father’s discovery.
! “Sorry I couldn’t say goodbye properly…Joyce.”
! Vincent muttered as he blasted off with amazing speed out of the studio into the halls of the museum and straight out the giant stone doors in the front. He swirled off into the sky as he did… straight into his destiny.Page 8
! Caribbean Wastelands, the Island of Culebra
! History tends to omit unfavorable things, or maybe sometimes things just don’t have an explanation…they just are. What is known about the Caribbean Wastelands is that it was once a lush garden of tropical islands connected in the warm Seas. The temperatures were always hot, it never snowed. and rain was a refreshing phenomenon. But something happened to the Caribbean Islands… something that transformed them into dark deserted lands of extremely cold temperatures, and the rain that now falls is quite toxic.
! The same could be said about history of the human race. For longer than anyone could remember man was always told he had the potential to do it all, that they were not using their bodies to their fullest potential. Somewhere down the line humans discovered that they were all born with a natural affinity to the elements. Some were good with manipulating fire, others excelled at manipulating the very earth they walked on… others could whisper into the winds and command them at will, and so on and so forth.
! But much like the Caribbean Wastelands… there was another side to the coin of human evolution. Instead of being able to control the elements… some humans evolved into something more grotesque. Almost as if reverting back to a primal form some humans were born with affinities to their animal brethren; children born with leopard skin, young adults suddenly becoming saber-toothed, or even old men suddenly developing thick reptilian skin. The ones who didn’t become like them immediately shunned them from society. The World Monarchy, established long before anyone could remember, began labeling them: Samals, born of humanity but adopted by the animal kingdom. But some were apparently “too normal” to be labeled on sight, so a more definite way of spotting them had to be devised. And almost “miraculously” (to some humans that is), the answer came in the form of one basic characteristic that made Samals as a whole unique. They literally cried blood…
! They were all sent to the Caribbean Wastelands to die. But fortunately for them, their animalistic genetic makeup made them immune to most of the hazards in the Islands. Slowly, they formed homes within the rocky walls that surrounded them. They harvested the snow and drank it once it melted to provide water, since the surrounding seas were poisonous. The toxic rain, while harmless to them, was weaponized by their third Generation on the Islands. Slowly and surely their immunity to the landscape made them stronger, quicker, and deadlier when they came back to the rest of Gaia.Page 9
! Not long after they had settled they chose someone to lead them. Adopting the ways of the previous inhabitants in some of the Islands they began choosing Warchiefs per island. Slowly, they had enough numbers to be considered a Kingdom as a whole. The Warchiefs decided it would be unwise to lead their people without a solitary authority figure that would take into consideration the Warchiefs needs and decisions, and finalize them. The Samal Clan was born as a result. The current Head Samal above the Warchiefs is a man named Semor Gyado. A half man, half bear Samal, his strength is currently unrivaled within the Samal Clan. Since his rise to power within the Clan, his Dream has been unquestionably to return Gaia back to the true heirs of humanity, his people the Samals and not the Elemental abominations that are spread throughout Gaia.
! The Samals, after all, have been abused for only being born with animal traits. They have been called mutations, abominations, and monsters… all while men and women that can become the elements at will are considered “normal.” The hypocrisy of the Royal Clan has planted seeds of anger, rebellion, distrust, and revenge in the hearts of the Samals. Their chance at retribution… might just be knocking at their very door.
! For as much as the Royal Clan and the World Monarchy have abused the Samals, they have given them the most basic of rights in the world of Gaia: communication. It just so happens that today is the day in the entire month when Mail is sent to the Caribbean Wastelands; specifically, the capital Island of the Wastelands. The island of Culebra, off to the east of a bigger island that used to be the richest port of gold and precious metal, receives its mail today. Samals of all sizes come to the beaches of Culebra to receive the letters contained within a car-sized bubble floating violently within its shores. There are at least 20 bubbles today, “A good catch…” some Samals comment as they carry them towards a large round stone Temple a bit farther inland.
! A particular Samal inside the temple sticks out: overly wooly and with giant antlers, easily 8 feet tall. He paces back and forth, his hooves stomping about; as the Samals burst open the giant bubbles and rummage through the mail. Since the Royals don’t necessarily alphabetize the mail, it’s increasingly difficult to mark when it comes in. Manually, they shuffle them around and try to make the best of their situation. A tiger-striped Samal rummages thru the letters and finds a strangely clean envelope, and yet there are no markings on it other than the word MAIL in bold dark ink. The wooly Samal raises an eyebrow as he motions the tiger-striped Samal towards him.
! “What is it, Abelardo?” the giant antlered Samal asks.
! “This one is… straight from the Mail Station but it has no location or name on it!” the tiger-striped Samal, confused at the situation: replies. “What should we do with it, Warchief Ghemoos?”Page 10
! The proud Warchief had no issues taking the letter from the lower Samal. In fact, something told him it was the only solution at the moment. “I’ll take it for now; I shall see what Lord Semor will want to do with it.” he said in his deep yet distinguished voice. Slowly placing the letter inside a pocket of his leather vest, he kneeled on the ground. The Samals around him had seen this before and started clearing a path in front of him. Suddenly, stomping the ground to propel himself, he rushed forward… leaving only a trail of dust before him.
! “Flash Stampede” was the official nickname given to him by the World Monarchy when he became well-known for attacking the Royal brigades that happened to be passing by the Wastelands on important missions. So quick was he that he literally could walk on water, even at his 500 plus pounds and his large 8 feet fall frame. The Stampede name came about when, during one his attacks, he actually tore through Royal Battleships and its shipment of Bionic Android Protectors (or B.A.P.s) with one full run. Needless to say… he wasn’t someone you wanted to be in the way of.
! The letter he had in his vest was of great importance to his people, he just didn’t know it yet. As he rushed inland, tearing through bedrock and hills, he slowly started seeing in the horizon the center of the Samal Clan, home of the Head Samal Semor Gyado. The windstorms were particularly dusty on that day… but thankfully for Ghemoos he had done this run almost daily for the past 50 years. A bit of dust in the eyes wasn’t exactly something new or detrimental.
! The Home of the Head Samal was a stone dome, carved over time by the strong and hardy Samals; it was a testament to their willpower and their ingenuity. The hard rock that surrounded them was molded from the inside out, a large tunnel leading to a great opening inside of the dome where multi levels of rock and stalactite provided both floors and ceilings for the Samals that lived here. Rushing through the path way that spiraled above, he continued making his way up to the chambers of Semor. The Samals that lived there were used to him rushing this time of the month due to letters of high importance to the people and their leaders, so they continued on going about their daily lives: butchering meat, molding rock and woodworking.
! On top of the dome was Semor Gyado, an impossibly large man that on sight could plant fear in the hearts of anyone that dared oppose him. He stood by his gigantic rocky throne towering over both it and his newly unannounced guest. He smiled as he looked back at his old friend.
! “Ghemoos, is it really that time again?” he smirked as he looked about.
! “My lord… I have a strange envelope I think you might want to see…” Ghemoos trailed as he kneeled and took the envelope out of his vest and handed with great haste to Semor.Page 11
! “Now now… what have I told you about this kneeling business? I am your cousin after all, no need for all these fancy rituals. Besides I’m not that blasted King the humans revere so much!”, the giant bear man growled as he grabbed the letter.
! “Sorry cousin… it’s just…” Ghemoos excused himself sheepishly.
! The Head Samal opened the envelope and read through the small message. He slowly sank into his stone throne as he quietly began to weep. Small red streams flowed down his cheek, where they would get lost within his fur. Ghemoos, immediately alarmed by the sudden burst of the Head Samal, walked towards him.
! “Lord Semor?!”
! “Go… cousin. Go to Cadill Vil. Your son…” Lord Semor agonized quietly.
! “My… Son?”
! Ghemoos slowly fell to his knees. He hadn’t seen his son in over a decade. The thought of seeing him again, while a joyful opportunity, was also extremely bittersweet. He knew what this meant by the looks of Lord Semor’s reaction; the Samals were about to go to War with the World Monarchy. Their way of life... with one blank envelope had changed.Page 12
! The Kingdom of Mejique
! A deserted road stands still in time, the dust picked up by the nearby deserts swirling and coming about. The scorching heat is so terrible that the animals in the area lay flat and die of heat strokes and extreme thirst. It is quite possibly the driest place in Gaia. The Kingdom of Mejique has always attracted ruffians and thieves. Pretty much anyone looking for a cheap way of making Azures comes to this kingdom and steals from the foolishly wealthy that come here for their summer vacations and their scholastic spring breaks.
! An extremely hot day, even for Mejique’s standards; was about to get hotter. A strange fireball hovered about in the air when suddenly and violently it burst into a typhoon of flames in mid air. Thankfully for the foolish enough to come to this place… there was no one around to see the fireworks; the local lizards and bugs, not so lucky. The fireball, now a giant circle in the ground; vanishes as magma and flames burst from the ground. Interestingly enough, four figures start to make their way out… serenely so too.
! A man no older than 30 with a curly silver mustache wearing a very distinguished suit, a woman in her early 20s with a skirt that couldn’t possibly be measured in inches, a young blonde man no older than 16 wearing jean shorts and a chain across his rugged shirt, and finally another young man that looks exactly like the previous one but without wanting to make the fashion statement. They all stood as they cracked their necks while stretching; as if they had just landed from a long flight.
! “I don’t remember them saying it was supposed to be uncomfortable…” the curly mustached man complained.
! “Goes to show you can’t really trust them now can ya’!?” the attractive brunette snarled back.
! “Man… I thirsty as all Hell”, the youth with the chains exclaimed.
! “…” the other blonde youth sighed as he placed his palm across his face.
! The four stood side by side and started walking north… following the ancient dried up highway from ancient times.
! “Where did they say to meet with him?” the young smart aleck playfully asked.
! The curlystached man scratched his earlobe as he tried to remember.
! “The Kingdom of York they said… he loves the buildings there apparently.” the blonde woman annoyingly answered as they made their way North.Page 13
! The Kingdom of Italia
! His suit ruined, his tie ripped to shreds, not to mention his favorite glasses just got crushed by the men sent after him, he licks his small fang annoyed. Tony Spinelli hates life right now like he’s never hated it before. Sometimes the simplest of jobs for a cleaner can turn into a real mess if paired up with an idiotic partner. This is essentially the reason while Tony likes to work “solo”.
! “Dammit, Dammit… DAMMIT!”
! He dashes across the hallways of an abandoned Roman Catholic Church as two men give him chase. About two hours ago Tony was told he had to “take care of someone” that had stolen quite a bit of Azures from a Royal Prince. Tony wasn’t exactly in friendly terms with the World Monarchy but his services where used quite often and they left him alone. He wasn’t exactly a Class 4 Citizen or anything… but he was definitely not a Samal in status. He liked to pride himself in being an “Outsider”, usually a term that had greater implications within the society of Gaia.
! But Tony really didn’t care about his social status; he only cared about one thing and one thing only, the thrill of the kill. He was born into the business of “cleaner” when he lived with his biological father in the slums of Mejique, a pure natural at it unfortunately. His mother didn’t approve of his career choice at such a young age so she took Mr. Spinelli out of the equation… his body is still deep within the hot sandy deserts of Mejique waiting to be found. Tony of course basked in the irony of his living parent’s life.
! Used to lone wolf status by the age of 15 he decided to hone his skills in sharpshooting. He also took an interest in the ancient weaponry used back in Old Gaia. Revolvers, Handguns, Shotguns, Sniper Rifles… things the average Gaian doesn’t even know about in the age of Biomechanical Weaponry. Tony loved the feel of metal in his hand… so much that he became famous for using such weaponry for his “cleaning” missions. Even more famous for being able to use suck weaponry when there hasn’t been ammo produced for it in the past three millennia or so…
! But these two men following Tony are about to find out just how good he is and that the lack of ammo, in this Great Furlocs Era; is barely detrimental to him. With a quick slide to the ground Tony looks back and fires off a small revolver. A blast of fire at an extremely high velocity bursts out and catches one of the goons in the shoulder. He violently twirls about and falls on one of the old wooden benches to their sides. The other gentleman in question is not amused by Tony’s showmanship… in fact he’s quite irritated already since his boss is dead and his best man just got shot.Page 14
! “Now, how the HELL am I going to get married!?” the goon screams as he fires off some rocks from his fist. Tony suddenly leaps behind a pillar avoiding the rocks trailing behind him.
! “Oooooh, you’re an Earth type aren’t you? Sorry about your future husband thou!”-Tony laughed as he peeked out at the goon.
! “No, that was the best man you just killed!” he howled as he stomped the ground making the earth tremble a little bit.
! “Well… I’m going to let you know right now. You’re extremely weak if you’re THAT angry and all you can do at your current level is make a little booboo with the ground…”
! The goon, irritated at Tony’s ridicule, lifts part of the floor with his bare hands and makes an earth shield to cover from his incoming offense. He slowly makes his way to the pillar to flank him; attempting to verbally abuse him in the process.
! “Oh yeah… well, your buddy back there, we made some REAL good work out of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sing that fast. He ratted you out faster than you could reload your revolver there. After our boss knew he was your associate he didn’t want to leave any witnesses if you know what I mean… but then you appeared, and right as we were leaving too… My wedding in Cadill Vil was going to be amazing. But you had to come and ruin it!”
! As the goon closed to the pillar he came to the realization that his peripheral vision wasn’t exactly one hundred percent from all the running around and walking around with a giant shield made of rock. Tony was definitely not behind it anymore. Appearing behind him he pointed a giant silver revolver with a cannon the size of a 2x4 to the back of his head. The goon… clearly was just another victim today.
! “Pew pew!” Tony joked as he slammed the revolver in the back of his neck knocking the fool out. He placed his guns inside his ruined suit where multitudes of revolvers rested in a custom brown leather holster across his chest. Needless to say… if he needed a gun, he’d have it. He buttoned up his suit and attempted to clean his bloodier shirt with his red tie. Slowly making his way out of the church he recalled his partner…
! “Dammit Kreg…”Page 15
! He walked back inside and made his way back to where his “target” was, incidentally Kreg also laid there with three blast marks in his chest. Tony sighed at the sight and pressed on. He looked for the “target’s” Azure card since it would be proof of the mission going smoothly when he noticed a weird envelope with the word MAIL on the desk. He stared at it diligently as he ripped it open…
! As soon as he started reading a slight bleep continued to emanate from his suit pocket. He casually reached inside while pulling out a small bubble from inside. He placed the paper in his mouth as he expanded the bubble from its small coin size to a more comfortable size so it could rest around his ear and neck. He placed the onyx colored bubble by his ear as he continued reading.
! “Tony here…”
! On the other side a voice muttered, inaudible to anyone attempting to eavesdrop. Tony nodded as he reassured the person on the other side of the conversation.
! “Yeah, he won’t be a problem no more… Another target you say? What’s the payment?”
! His face confused, as he read the letter and attempting to explain his finished work to his employer; started turning into a smirk: a small fang exposed as he did.
! “Cadill Vil … well, isn’t THAT convenient?”Page 16
! The Kingdom of Canadá
! “Hey Gwen… you ready for your medication?” a tall dark man wearing white robes asked from a small opening in a metal door.
! “It doesn’t hurt too bad today… I think I’ll save them up yanno?” a cracked voice said from the darkness.
! “Okay Gwen… up to you. If you change your mind let me know, ok? the orderly replied back, as he started moving his hovering cart full of pills and medications he turned back and took a small envelope from the bottom shelf. “Since you’re not taking medication I guess I can give you this envelope… I dunno what’s in it but we got like 10 of them today, might as well right?” he said as he slid the envelope down the small hatch. He whistled along as he walked away from Room 101.
! Gwen Strauss said the nameplate below it. He had been here for quite some time to nurse his injuries. A strange fellow indeed, not quite Elemight and nor Samal. He was a little bit of both, born with a strange condition where his hair is actually an unknown type of metal that cannot be touched by anyone other than Gwen. Strange as it may be Gwen’s only real crime is that he can’t exactly control his hair and some “accidents” happen. Like the time he head butted his friend when he was 12 and… well the friend didn’t quite make it. Or the time he took a young lady to a romantic date and forgot to tell her about his condition in time, so a head massage turned quite ugly.
! Being a model citizen as he was; he decided to commit himself to a hospital/ prison for people such as him. There’s even a Samal or two here that are used for study and want to be reverted back to full human. Gwen is just here because he knows he’s a bit dangerous to society whether he tries to or not. Unfortunately for him his condition has lead to quite a bit of brain hemorrhaging that has affected his judgment on more than one occasion. So much that he actually has begun questioning if he actually came here on his own accord. And maybe just maybe he didn’t like Jane and actually just forced her hands into his indestructible and incredibly sharp hair.
! “But he does know he needs his meds to survive. Otherwise he’ll probably bleed to death… not exactly a fate Mr. Strauss is happy with. He’s heard rumors lately, strange little rumors; whispers in the dark if you will. You see they brought a gentleman last night and he was foaming at the mouth, crazy insane little man. Rambling about some “Legendary Gems” and how “Madac is ALIVE!” weird things Strauss had never heard before. And this is a guy that’s used to Elemental powered fights, mutated half humans and his own condition of Metallic Hair.Page 17
! Nothing exactly shocks him anymore, except for this letter. In the 5 or so years he’s been in his fine establishment Mr. Strauss had never received a single letter. All his immediately family died cuz of that family photo shoot that got a “little” bit out of hand. But here it is… a letter. Finally! Yay for me! I want to open it… I wonder if there’s candy inside.
! Cadill Vil… that’s on the other side of Gaia!
! Oh well.
! I always wanted to travel abroad.”
! A lanky little man he was, silver Mohawk of sharp metal hair, blue piercing eyes and a mouth that could only be described as “beakish”; he stood up with his ragged clothes on backwards. He stared at the metal wall between him and freedom. He plucked a hair, then another; until he had one sharp hair strand per finger… as if they were claws. And with just two swipes the wall between him and his freedom collapsed before him.
! Gwen Strauss
! Suffering from some Unknown Metallic Hair Condition,
! Room 101
! He has escaped the “Hospital”, where he had spent the last five years. And he was about to run wild in Gaia in the search of legendary power.Page 18
! The Kingdom of Cadill Vil
! It’s usually rainy this time of year in Cadill Vil, it’s location in the west coast of the Saharan Rainforests, in the continent of Nihon; just below Old Europa makes it a great tourist attraction, not to mention a refreshing getaway. It’s been a bit weird this year, it rains on and off and on and off. No one cares to figure out why but they know the weather is acting “goofy” for a lack of a better word. The hills in the outskirts of the main cities in Cadil Vill are quite a sight to behold, but the rain makes it nigh impossible to do so at the moment. Thankfully so… since Cadill Vil is about to be bombarded by quite the crew of unruly guests in the next couple of days, all looking for one man.
! Madac Sarreta, “The Guardian of the Magi”; the man whose legend was told in whispers among the halls of the Emerald Tower in the capital of Atlantis; the very same legend echoed thru the Stone Dome in the Carribean Wastelands; and the LaPour Family has been known to tell the story to anyone who is willing to listen. A mysterious man indeed, but there are two people walking in Gaia right now; who have an extremely close relationship with the man of legend. In the hills of Cadill Vil a man stands looking down , no older than 20 but with stature that can only be gained with experience, dark jet black hair ruffling about, his yellow eyes; soulless. Solemnly he stands as he sighs cautiously in the approaching night. His hand pulses white energy as he stares down…
! “I really hope you know what you are doing Dad…”
! A bright pink hovering car dashes thru the cobblestoned roads of Cadill Vil. Riding it are two people very much in love, ridiculously in love. Matthiu Shawnson was a royal knight for 10 years, he protected the people of Gaia in his home Kingdom of New Afrika without hesitation or question. Shoulder length blonde hair, barely visible facial hair and dark blue eyes gave him the reputation of pretty boy within the Order of Elemights. Thankfully his powers as an Earth Elemight were extremely advanced for his age and he put many of his doubters to shame. Unluckily for him he had quite a bit of an accident during a particularly nasty mission on the Caribbean Wastelands that ended up crushing his two arms to the point of bone realistically not recovering from it. Fortunately for him his older brother Professor Psalm Shawnson treated him and fixed him up good. Ever since his recovery he retired from the Order and decided to follow a more spiritual path; something that lead him to the girl currently riding alongside him in the cobblestoned roads of Cadill Vil.Page 19
! Dici Newbreed was considered a biomechanical prodigy when she was only 8 years old. She understood robotics and how to merge humans with biomechanical weaponry and parts at a tender age and expanded on it by her 20s. Alongside other experts she has created more weaponry than any person currently alive in Gaia, “Newbreed Industries” is synonymous with weapons. A tad short and unbelievably clumsy in everyday life she makes up by having deep insight on things most people will never figure out. She might have trouble making a good cup of coffee but she’ll upgrade your Biomechanical Arm as fast as you can say Newbreed. Ever since meeting Matthiu in one of her meetings with Professor Psalm she became incredibly infatuated with the man.
! To the point where she has essentially followed him ever since; regardless of how crazy his crusades may seem. When he wanted to visit the Sewers of York to see if he could commune with the “restless souls” there she tagged along. Or the time they travelled to the Kingdom of Mejique to see if they could find a “spiritual fountain”. Matthiu had always been interested in the Legendary, the Occult, and the Spiritual. That’s probably why a day ago when he received an odd letter he packed his bags and rushed to his hovercar to come here to Cadill Vill, where the “Last Guardian” summoned him.
! “This is my purpose… this is why I left the Order.” he quietly pondered as Dici began making preparations as well. She would follow him to the ends of Gaia if she had to, and rightfully so she would often think. “This is the man I am destined to be with.”, she would tell people in her line of work. Not exactly people who believe in Faith or Destiny. And admittedly so, neither did she; but Love is weird like that.
! And so here they were, her dirty blonde hair hitting her face as they rushed thru Cadill Vil. Neither of them knew just where in the blue hell they were going thou. Dici was incredibly talented at deciphering riddles and whatnot; but the words written in Madac’s letter were obscurely vague. Thankfully for them Matthiu was partially correct when he deduced that Destiny had something to do with it.
! A loud explosion envelops the front of their vehicle. Violently the car stops and falls on the ground (as hovercrafts then to do when accidents that mess their functionality happen). Matthiu had made sure he held Dici back but they are a bit shocked. Just what the hell happened? Matthiu slowly exits the hovercraft and notices smoke coming not from his car but the ground. Cautiously he approaches and notices there’s a kid there. Covered in smoke but not burning…
! “Weird…” he wonders.Page 20
! The kid seems fine save for the fact that he is literally producing smoke. Matthiu grabs on to him and notices he’s not producing heat. So what’s the deal with the smoke? He turns him to see his face. He looks no older than 15, yet has silver hair, wearing a red long sleeved shit and blue pants a size too big most likely.
! “Dici… you got a Med Bubble on you?” Matthiu asks as he continues inspecting the kid.
! The smoke slowly evaporates and the kid wakes up. Dici scurries around the back of the car trying to find the Med Bubble. Matthiu just then notices what had been there the whole time. His car is missing the entire front where usually the engine would be. His eyes widen as he realizes that the explosion was a product of the kid he’s holding connecting with his vehicle.
! “Hey kid… you ok?!” he barks at the teenage as he realizes he might be dying.
! “Yeah… you’re here to see Master Sarretta aren’t you?” the silver haired kid said.
! Overhearing the name Dici jumps at them while bringing the Med Bubble, she kneels down with them and starts rubbing the blubbery thing around the teenaged boy healing him of his wounds. The kid rubs his head while Matthiu, flabbergasted at all of this; just stares at him…
! “How did you…?”
! Looking back; the mysterious teenager points towards a pillar of flame in the distance. A trail of the flames vaguely remains behind the silver haired kid. Suddenly as if having an epiphany Matthiu jumps up.
! “The Fire! That Pillar! Madac is there… he’s going to be waiting for us when it stops burning!” he exclaims as he starts running towards it.
! “Matthiu wait! The car!” Dici urges Matthiu as she helps the kid up.
! “Don’t worry about it… it’s trashed for the moment, just track me!”
! Dici was used to this, after all Matthiu was terrible with all things mechanical. But she had fixed things more complex than this and in less time. “Fine! I’ll fix it and follow you… just make sure the tracker is on, ok Matt!?”
! “No problem, no problem!” Matthiu yelled as he continued rushing toward the pillar of flame that could be seen across the cobblestoned city. He had all but forgotten about the teenager that had basically just exploded unto his car.Page 21
! Across the pillar in the very mountaintops of Cadill Vil, where the mysterious cloaked figure was; Prince Kendro looks at the pillar of flame down the distance. He sits atop a ruby colored metallic scorpion that is hovering about, rumbling and hissing at the same time. He hesitates for a second… wondering exactly what he is looking at. The amount of fire and the very fact that it is formed as a pillar trying to reach the sky tells Kendro one of two things.
! “There’s a fire Elemight close by… or maybe Madac really is just calling us to him.” he propelled his scorpion shaped hoverbike as he rushed to the outskirts of the city.
! In the outskirts of the cobblestoned city the pillar of flame slowly waned down. Matthiu had stopped running towards it as he realized the flames were about to evaporate. Underneath all the fire there was a small cabin… wooden too. In the capital city of Cadiula every building was made of stone… no matter what it was: clock towers, skyscrapers, castles, small houses, banks, etc. But in the outskirts there was not much… all except for this very small cabin. Thankfully the trees surrounding the city and external areas covered it; or maybe the person living there might’ve not been so lucky in keeping their privacy.
! As the flames dissipated Matthiu noticed the cabin was pretty flimsy… small too. Barely big enough to fit two people in it judging from the outside, one window and one door. The wood did not burn thou, curious as that may be; Matthiu was more concerned about what could be inside.
! “When the fire stops burning…” he repeated to himself as he slowly made his way to the entry way.
! He slowly walked in and saw nothing but Darkness. No light fixtures… no technology to speak off. Just a very dark cabin, considering the time of day too; it was impossible to look inside. Matthiu cautiously tried to walk in when he heard a whisper.
! “Where is Abel?” a weak voice asked.
! “Abel…?” Matthiu questioned back, startled at the voice.
! “The grey haired child, you saw him. Didn’t you, Matthiu?” the mysterious voice asked again.
! This was the second time a complete stranger had called Matthiu by his first name. He was growing a bit impatient about it and he was scared at the idea at the same time. Just what the hell was going on?
! “Madac… is that you?” he asked as he reached inside into the darkness.Page 22
! Suddenly and without warning the mysterious man in the darkness reached at Matthiu, violently grasping to his arms. It was Madac Sarreta alright: the same man who two days ago sent letter throughout the world in order to deliver a message to meet him here, at this very moment; when the fire stopped burning. Matthiu knew it too, he knew it was him; he could feel it burning in his soul. This man was the man of Legend.
! “I must show you something Matthiu… I still have some power left!” he exclaimed as he placed his hands on Matthiu’s shoulders.
! It was then and there when Matthiu saw it all. He saw his Past, his Present and a cloudy but intense glimpse at his Future. He saw the Silver Haired boy, a Purple Haired man in a coat, the Prince of Gaia, the Shaded man in black; among other people he had not seen or befriended before. It got more intense… he saw a city leveled by fire, a village floored by a roaring wave, he saw mountains separate themselves from the land… then things started getting more specific. He saw the Royal Android Protector Army chasing after him and the other people in his visions. Startled at the visions he let go of Madac, falling to his knees outside of the cabin.
! Madac slowly followed, the man who two days ago looked no older than forty… all of the sudden looked like he could barely support himself. His hair long and silver, his face wrinkled almost beyond recognition and his eyes completely white.
! “Did you see it my child? Do you know what your role is?” he asked as he crawled towards Matthiu.
! “Yes… I saw it.” He whimpered as he struggled to get up. As he lifted his eyes he saw a hooded figure approaching them, a man with golden eyes and jet black hair, and the same hooded figure that not long ago stood in the mountains surrounding Cadiula. Matthiu also realized that whatever Madac did made this figure all that more terrifying. He knew this man ,even thou he had never seen him before. He also knew that this man approaching them was supposed to have died… over one hundred years ago.
! Madac stared at the young man approaching while he smiled slightly. His eyesight was shot to hell by this point but he could always tell when “he” was around. There was always something different about the air.
! “Kerbon… time to go huh?” Madac said as he closed his eyes.
! “Yeah, dad.” the golden eyed man said as he sighed, placing his pulsing hand of light on his father’s shoulders.
! “Time to go…”Page 23
! And just like that Dici had repaired the hovercar, not even half an hour had passed since Matthiu had rushed to the pillar of flame. The pillar was gone now, and Dici was stuck with the grey haired boy that somehow had caused all of this. He was ok, all things considered; another boy his age would’ve probably died by such an impact. She stared down at him, noticing he really couldn’t possibly weigh more than a 120 pounds soaking wet; his silver hair an oddity at his age yet not so much of a surprise considering the vast array of hair colors people are known to be born with in these days. Dici also noticed how incredibly pale the kid was, not to say albinos where extinct but he had almost radiance to him.
! “Hey… what’s your name?” she asked as she huddled into the driver’s seat.
! He stared off at the distance… almost as if either ignoring her or completely oblivious to the world around him. He kept staring at the direction of where the pillar of smoke was, all while holding on to his chest… a red light pulsing from under his baby blue shirt. Dici had noticed the glow but had shaken her head as if the boy’s red over shirt was just playing optical tricks on her.
! “Kid…?” she asked again.
! The silver haired boy turned back and looked at her, his eyes soulless; no pigmentation whatsoever… no pupils either: just white eyes with a shade of gray in them. “Creepy little eyes.” She thought to herself as she opened the passenger door for him. “Let’s get to Matthiu now, okay?”
! Before she barely finished that train of thought; a ball of fire landed by the hovercraft. Almost as if a meteor had just landed, a small crater formed as smoke fizzled. She let out a small yelp as she jumped out of the hovercar, the silver haired boy standing his ground right next to the small crater. Dici started rummaging thru her back pack rousingly as she looked above them to try and find the source of the attack.
! “Are you two peasants here for Madac too?” a calm voice said from above.
! She knew that voice… how could anyone forget? It belonged, after all; to quite possibly the most infuriating and egotistical person in the world according to Dici. The Prince of Gaia and heir to the Throne in Atlantis… Kendro Furlocs. As she finally made contact with him he stood on a tree branch above them. The trees in Cadiula were particularly large, not to mention their branches could hold elephants if they found a way to place the animals up there. He stood there, his small cape flowing in the Cadiulan breeze, his solitary braid whipping about as he stared them down from his arboreal ledge.Page 24
! “If you value your life, it would be best if you left this place. Whatever it is Madac has is now property of the Royal Clan.” he demanded as he stood with arms crossed.
! Dici knew, it wasn’t her first time dealing with the World Monarchy after all. Once a Royal claims something the only way to reclaim it is by either being a Royal yourself or besting them in Elemight combat. It was tradition to never challenge a Royal outright thou unless there was a particularly good reason to do so. Dici, unfortunately, couldn’t think of one right now. And while this was particularly a troublesome situation, another thing kept sprouting in her mind; just why is that kid not even phased by all of this? He’s not even kneeling, yet he is barely holding his ground.
! The silver haired boy looked at Kendro, his grey eyes piercing thru the Prince’s stalwart demeanor. Kendro was a bit uneased by the emptiness in the boy’s eyes, he wasn’t showing much fear; something the Prince was used to implore on to his enemies. But this was a bit curious since there wasn’t any malice in the eyes either… he was just staring at him; almost as if he didn’t recognize him.
! “Child, do you know who I am?” he inquired.
! The silver haired boy shook his head slightly, slowly starting to walk carefully towards the branch where Kendro stood: never letting go of his chest as he did. Kendro’s face was slowly exhibiting frustration at the situation, he wasn’t exactly used to people not knowing who he was, and neither was he used to such a confrontational stance.
! “If you value your life; and the woman behind you. You will stop at once!” he roared as he slowly unmade his single solitary button on his front coat. As he did he took a strange fighting stance, placing his left fist outwards towards his opponent while placing his right shoulder (and by extension arm) out of view.
! “Whoa whoa… whoa!” a calm voice said behind them.
! Kendro looked over his shoulder, a familiar face to him was grinning behind him. Long purple hair, a messy stubble, a brown overcoat, hazel eyes, the Gokarian Staff, and that ridiculous grin…
! “Vincent LaPour… you came too?” the Prince groaned as he realized the Treasure Hunter was after the same thing the Royal Clan was.
! Never stopping his jovial mood, Vincent playfully teased the Prince; “You betcha! Besides… you DO know I can challenge you for them if we find them right? I’m allowed.”Page 25
! Vincent reached into his coat pockets and fiddled around searching for something; a slight clanking could be heard as he did. He pulled out a small silver ring, tribal and runic markings around it glowed green, he playfully showed it off to the rest of the people around.
! “Wind Elemight. And I will put it on if I must”
! “Now then… let’s not get hasty with the Elemight Duel protocol. Tell you what thou; seeing as how you were an ex-Royal I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I don’t care much for these peasants below us thou, but trust me; if it weren’t for your current and past social standings I wouldn’t care much for you either. In fact, I’d dare say I would feed you alive to Lord Ragen Magsh if I knew where that bald loser when on to.” the Prince barked.
! “Duly noted. So what do you propose then Prince?” asked Vincent.
! Kendro stared down at Dici and the silver haired boy, his eyes slightly lit up as he did; a small smirk shaping up deviously.
! “We cut the fat.”
! Vincent sighed, he rarely resorted to this type of confrontational methods; but when a Royal is after the same thing as you… you tend to push away some of your traditions. He took his staff and grabbed the very bottom of it, placing it behind him; bending slightly backwards he took on a fighting stance as well with his right arm beckoning them.
! “A woman and a child… Prince you truly have no shame, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.”
! The Prince slowly pulled his fist back, almost as if he was ready to throw a punch. But he is so far Dici wondered, “Is he planning on shadow boxing a bit before taking us on?”; and then she remembered… the crater!
! “Crap! Kid get out of the way!!” the shrieked as she dove in front of the silver haired boy.
! “Flame Knuckle!” the Prince roared as he punched the air, fire engulfing his shoulders then rapidly shooting forth from his fist. The fire travelled almost like a meteor: round, fast, flaming; his knuckle imprints almost visible on the flaming projectile. Dici reached quickly into her small backpack, she placed two brown fingerless gloves on, they could’ve easily being misidentified for leather, but thankfully they were one of her crowning achievements as a Biomechanical Engineer. She crossed her hands over the front of her chest, blocking the fireball coming at them. Suddenly as it hit her hands… it slowly vanishedPage 26
! The Prince scowled, he knew now who he was dealing with. “You’re the Newbreed girl aren’t you? I’ve seen those gloves before, they can absorb Elemikras can’t then?”
! “Correct. So anything you have to dish out I can take it!” she smiled as she had averted the damage to the boy.
! “You really don’t know much about me do you peasant? And you’re exceptionally absent minded if you don’t recall your OWN invention” the Prince smiled as he began to reach into his cape.
! His words began replaying in Dici’s head: “Own invention?” she wondered. “What does he mean…?”
! Slowly the Prince began to slowly unsheathe a sword from within his cape, an exceptionally large claymore broadsword at that. “Just how the hell did I miss seeing that?” she wondered”. He lunged at her from the branch and began striking wildly at her. Thankfully for Dici and the silver haired boy claymore swords are exceptionally hard to swing at extreme speeds. And their small frames provided a very hard to hit target. A very close slice cut Dici’s cheek but the rest of the blade was stopped with her extremely resilient gloves. The Prince was close to overpowering her when a voice exclaimed from the distance.
! “Abel! Take care of the Prince guy! I got the Purple haired pretty boy!” Matthiu yelled as he ran towards the group. He jumped as high as he could into the air and as he landed side kicked the ground. The earth rumbled as it rose up in the shape of a rectangle, Matthiu punched his knuckles together as he rose up from the ground. He elbowed the raised chunk of earth; the boulder (now a projectile) flew past Kendro and towards Vincent. He elbowed the next middle chunk to the same effect, and then kicked the last piece of earth as he started charging towards the Treasure Hunter.
! Vincent’s clothes began to ripple furiously about him. Small green cyclones formed next to him as if giving him the power of flight. He grabbed his Gokarian Staff no different than a baseball player would grab a bat. He swung and hit the first chunk of rock that was directed at him, swung once again for the next one; Matthiu slowly gaining in on him as he charged. LaPour grabbed one of the cyclones and sent it spiraling on towards the last piece of boulder, destroying it on the process and sending pieces of rock all over the place.Page 27
! As soon as he eliminated the projectile threat, Vincent stood face to face with the charging blonde. Matthiu, still in mid-air, swiftly kicked towards the purple haired gentleman. Vincent blocked with his Gokarian Staff, when he suddenly realized the truth about Matthiu’s kick. A loud clank that pierced Vincent’s ears roared, as he stared down he noticed the kick that had connected with his solid gold staff was embedded in pure rock; the blonde man in front of him was an Earth Elemight, probably the hardest for him to handle.
! “Um… Prince! Lil’ help here? This one is an Earth type and I fail terribly at dueling those!” Vincent nervously inquired as he struggled to keep the blonde stranger from kicking his weapon off his hands.
! “I’ve never met so many fools in such amount of time. You three dare to get in the way of ME!? And now I have this purple haired buffoon asking me for help as well? Bah, hopeless! It’s almost as if you are all mocking me! Handle that woman and child then LaPour, since you obviously are having a hard time with the “scary” Earth type.” the Prince barked back at Vincent.
! As soon as he stopped talking, the Prince faced back Dici and Abel. His smirk quickly reduced to a pruned face mess as Dici planted a mouthful of fist on him. With her other hand she snapped her fingers on the side of her closed fist and fire began engulfing the Prince’s face.
! “Micro Release!” she exclaimed, pouring all the fire she had absorbed earlier as a closed ranged projectile onto Kendro’s face.
! His face was all bruised from the impact of the attack, but the fire had zero effect on him; agonizing at the fact that both his pride had been injured along with his Royal appearance. He covered his face with one hand, dropping his claymore, as he groaned annoyed. His arm slowly began to be engulfed in flames, not burning it in the process, the flames getting hotter and wilder as the seconds passed. He instinctively slapped Dici on the side of her neck with the full force of his arm, almost clotheslining her actually. The force from the strike alone was enough to knock out a normal man, let alone the flames covering it. She fell to her side, her eyes closing as she slowly passed out from the lethal blow.
! “I’m done with you, wench!” he snarled as he wiped his face.
! Above them Matthiu had seen what had just occurred, unfortunately he had almost no time to react. It all happened too quickly for the stout Elemight to respond, he also had to deal with two cyclones that Vincent had sent his way. Both of which kept him afloat as he struggled to get out of his swirling predicament. His skin slowly began to turn rocky, and as it did, his weight began to get considerably heavier. The strong winds were no longer a problem for him; he slowly descended to the ground as his rocky frame disappeared.Page 28
! “You son of a bitch!” he roared as he rushed towards Prince Kendro.
! “You poor excuses for Elemights should’ve known your place! I’m ending this right now. I’ll show you power beyond your level. Beyond ANYTHING you’ve seen! You’re so hung up on fighting me without even showing me your Rings! By the time I’m done with you I’ll make sure you 3 get executed in the Royal Coliseum!” the Prince bellowed as he clenched his fist at Matthiu. He grabbed his wrist with his left hand, his fist shaking as he did. A bright red aura began to surround him, almost as if flames were attempting to burst from his every pore; his eyes wildly bright and almost orange as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly the red aura began to shine around his arms, flames building towards his clenched fist… from an onlooker’s perspective; one could swear the fire within Kendro just wanted to escape its Royal prison via his closed fist.
! Matthiu, in his moment of rage, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just completely turned his back against LaPour, continued rushing the Prince. LaPour, sensing an opening, extended his hands out and created two new cyclones. Extending his fingers forward he snaps his arms commanding the winds themselves to charge the Earth Elemight. The cyclones, in the blink of an eye, stroked Matthiu’s back hurling him about to the ground crushing the very earth below him. Matthiu now laid on the ground, his legs barely responding, at the mercy of the Prince. Kendro casually walked towards the blonde haired Elemight as he continued charging his fist. He stared up as if giving his approval to Vincent; the purple haired gentleman making a rude finger gesture at the Prince.
! “Tch! At least you’re efficient when need be I guess?” he scolded Vincent. He stared down at Matthiu as he continued making his way towards him.
! “And you, just because I am such a forgiving Prince, I’ll let you go if you tell me something. Why exactly did you come over here and start picking a fight with us, knowing fully well who your opponents were? If you give me a respectable answer I might just consider letting you live.”
! Matthiu struggled to raise his head towards the Prince, he held his lower back as he agonized. “The kid… what Madac left here. The kid is the one who gets to chose what to do with it.” he moaned.
! Kendro looked back, he saw the silver haired youth still standing there where Dici used to stand. She laid motionless on the ground, not even a foot away from him; his eyes still glassy, grey, and emotionless, almost as if none of this mattered. The Prince scoffed at the thought, Madac Sarreta had chosen him?Page 29
! “So you mean to tell me that Madac Sarreta, the man known as ‘The Guardian’, has chosen THAT boy over there to become the protector of the Magi Gems. The very gems, that are spoken in legend, that could bestow their owner with God-like powers? The boy hasn’t even produced a SINGLE Elemikra since we began fighting! To claim Madac made HIM Guardian over ANY of us here is ludicrous! And for the Crime of Lying to a Royal, I, Prince Kendro Furlocs of Gaia, sentence you to a fiery death. May the Elements See You!” the Prince stated as he raised his fiery fist, turning it away from him.
! “Now witness Hell itself! Hellraisseerrrr!!!!” he screamed as he let go of the fiery arm and fist. He began to throw it to the ground in a diving motion like a reversed uppercut; his fist shaking with all the power of his flames. As soon as he would open that fist it would all be over for anyone on the receiving end of it. The fist was rapidly approaching Matthiu’s face but there was nothing he could do, Vincent’s attack had done enough damage to stun his movement long enough for Kendro to finish him off. He closed his eyes as he awaited his execution at the hands of the Prince. Time moved incredibly slowly he pondered “If only a miracle were to happen…” he kept telling himself.
! The Prince didn’t quite feel right, his fist had stopped on its descent to the ground, where surely it would’ve crushed Matthiu and burnt him to a crisp when he unleashed his power. And yet, he couldn’t move, he was stuck. On the other side of his fist a small pale arm had a firm grip on it. The silver haired boy had it, and was holding the Prince casually despite the fact that the Prince had claimed the boy was a mere weakling. “But just how did he get here? He was a good 10 feet away from me.” Kendro wondered. It didn’t matter now, Abel was his name; he recalled from the shouting Matthiu did earlier. And he had a hold on Kendro for now, which shocked the Prince to no end. “This is… impossible! No man has ever stopped that. Not even…” before he could finish Abel delivered a punch to the Prince’s gut. A loud “Oof” left the Royal mouth when surprisingly; electric currents began to surround him. He stared up, shaking, noticing the visible lighting surrounding him; he stared back down at Abel. Those grey, emotionless eyes piercing back at him.
! A ball of electric energy formed on Abel’s fist, it began growing as the electric charges surrounding Kendro were drawn to it. Violently, it exploded and shocked the Prince, his head snapping back with his mouth wide open; smoke coming out and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He convulsed a bit, his knees giving up as he fell on them, all while his consciousness slowly faded away.
! Matthiu had opened his eyes just in time to witness the Prince fall head first into the ground. His eyes lit as he realized that what he saw earlier was no dream nor illusion. Madac Sarreta gave him a quick glimpse into the future and he had witnessed this beforehand. He know knew what Madac meant now, and he knew his purpose. He had to guide the child, for he was, after all: “The Guardian’s Choice”.Page 30
! “Oh-oh.” Vincent whispered to himself as he witnessed the quick and decisive blow on the Prince. He wondered if he should just fly off and call it a day. However, the Magi Gems were at stake here, he knew he should leave but his curiosity and desire to clean the LaPour Family name were too strong. As soon as his resolved was solidified he stared down at the youth. Something immediately caught Vincent’s attention: it wasn’t the boy’s silver hair, nor was it his soulless eyes, it wasn’t even the fact that despite just defeating Prince Kendro Furlocs, one of Gaia’s strongest Elemights in one hit, the boy didn’t even produce a single Elemikra for them to sense; what Vincent M. LaPour noticed was something far more terrifying.
! The youth below him was staring him down, and underneath his shirt, as clear as day; Vincent could see what he could only assume was the Magi Gem of Might, going by his father’s description, glowing a furious bright red almost enveloping the kid. He swallowed hard, as he had just realized why the boy didn’t produce a single ounce of Elemikra; he didn’t need too.
! Before he could even rationalize all of this, Abel was already in front of him. The boy punched hard at his gut as he floated in mid-air along with Vincent (where he thought he was safe for now), and before Vincent could even react to his pain the boy left out his first scream with emotion. An explosion of electricity, bigger than the one that had just knocked the Prince down, engulfed the purple haired gentleman; sending shockwaves to the very Heavens.
! “Luz Puñal!!”
! TO BE CONTINUED…
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ElemightsChapter One
The Guardian's Choice
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! Elemights
! The Outsiders Arc
Chapter 1: The Guardian’s Choice
! -Whosoever reclaimed the Gems of Magi would be bestowed with attributes that only could be described as godly. The Gem of Knowledge would imbue the owner with all of the Universe’s secrets and unconditional clarity in the Past, Present and Future. The Gem of Life would bestow its master with great health and give him what could only be assumed as eternal life. And finally the Gem of Might, containing the raw strength of over 300 warriors; it would provide the user with power to defeat their enemies. Once assembled together the Gems of Magi would bestow upon his master the combined essence of the Gems, and a God is rumored to be born.”
! My name is Vincent M. LaPour… and for ages my family has searched for these legendary Magi Gems to prove the validity of the claims. As I write this Journal I realize we should’ve just left it alone; our kind had no business looking for something of this magnitude. But we were curious, as humans tend to be; and I caught myself in more trouble than I care to elaborate on in these opening passages. Hopefully someone finds this Journal in the event we should fail.-Page 2
! Gaia, The Kingdom of Cadill Vill
! It is the seventh day of the ninth month in the year 4049 of the Great Furloc Era. A man wrapped in brown robes struggles to walk as he makes his way through an alley, the bright solitary bubble lamp illuminating him as he went. It is a dark night, save for a Full Moon.
! “Two days left…Should be enough time …”
! The cloaked man’s hand grasped the edge of a building as he made his way out of the alley. He finds himself in an open plaza, wet cobblestones lightning up his path. A fountain in the middle of a cobblestone-covered roundabout streams water like any normal day. People walking all around him, yet pay him no mind. A huge clock tower made of granite overpowers his view. The cloaked man makes his way through the crowd as he holds on tightly to his chest. A silhouette of three round objects can be seen under his robe. Green, Red and Blue lights pulse on and off slowly fading in brightness within his robes.
! The cloak shifts and the man’s face comes into view. He looks no older than 40, with dark brown hair tinged with silver on the sides and a heavy five o’ clock shadow. He raises his eyes to the clock tower, his expression one of very little hope.
! “Hopefully only they come…”
! The robed man opens the large door to the clock tower while still trying to shield his identity from the people around him. A man and a woman who are chatting cheerfully pass him on the way out, pay him no attention. A wooden sign that reads MAIL can be seen above the archway of the building as the robed man walks in. He slowly makes his way to the Clerk underneath the sign. The clerk smiles, wearing what looks like plated armor. The old man places a crumpled letter on the counter.
! “And what can I do for you tonight Sir? Outgoing?”
! “I need you to make copies of this letter…and send them to ALL possible locations”
! The clerk’s smile fades quickly, replacing it with a look of incredulity.
! “I’m sorry… what?”
! The robed man removes the cloak from his face. Determined, he begs the young man.Page 3
! “Please… just make copies…as many copies as you can. I can cover the shipping and copying prices. Azures are not a problem!”
! The robed man takes a blue card from his pocket, his left hand still clutching his chest. The card is slim, resembling a regular piece of paper, solid yet not plastic. The name “Madac Sarreta” can be seen imprinted on the card in silver letters, partially obscured by his hand. Madac Sarreta places the card on the counter as he begs the Clerk.
! “Please my son… just let me have this!”
! The clerk, indifferent, shrugs as he grabs the card.
! “I can probably make around 100,000 copies and ship ‘em, after that your on your own.”
! Madac smiles as he looks down at his robe.
! “That will do my son…that will do.”
! “And where do you want all these shipped to?” the clerk inquires
! Madac’s blue eyes begin to tear up… he cannot contain his joy AND his dread. “Every single Kingdom you can afford to send one to…“
! “Total will be around the 20 Million Azures… are you sure about this?” the clerk asked, thinking he might be part of some elaborate practical joke. He looks up to confirm Madac’s purchase but sees no one. He places the card inside a bubble as it lights up and illuminates the clerk’s face with a faint blue light. The purchase and Madac’s Azure card is accepted.
! “Crazy Fourths’ at it again…”Page 4
! Capital of Gaia, Emerald City of Atlantis
! One Day later… A knight rushes through the door screaming, eyes wide and panic in his demeanor. He immediately kneels; his face, exposed through his armored helmet; can clearly be seen sweating.
! “YOUR MAJESTY!!! THE REPORT WAS TRUE!!!”
! A young man in his 20s squints down at him, his hair short and dark brown, a small dread falling from his left ear, his full mouth framed by a goatee. His purple cape bears a golden crest with the initials “RC”. Grey shoulder pads that seem made out of heavy stone adorn his broad stance. The man is known around the realm of Gaia as the ’Living Flame’ but his name is Kendro Furlocs.
! “Apologies your Highness… I was unaware the Prince had returned.” he sputtered fearfully as he bows his head again.
! Prince Kendro turns his attention back to his front, ignoring the knight.
! “So you really think this man is still alive then…?”
! A voice echoed in front of the Prince: “Indeed, it is the one and the same… the very man who bested my Grandfather and My Father. The ‘Guardian’, Madac Sarreta.”
! A large old man sits on an Emerald Throne, his shoulders broad, his frame monstrous. He’s holding a large golden cup with tribal markings on it resembling water. A crown adorns his head, his cape flows all under him. His feet splash the ground with water that he produces at whim.
! In his youth he was known as “Raging Ocean”, due to his brutality when he faced off against rebels and insurgents. Over time his title lost its luster due to the peace his family had brought to the world of Gaia. His current title triumphs anyone living in any of the 50 Kingdoms of Gaia. This man is none other than the “King of Gaia”, Arratice Furlocs.
! “And the fool decided after almost 100 years to finally show himself. Making a large purchase in a Mail Station, in the Kingdom of Cadil Vill. The Clerk in the center said the man was no older than forty, which coincides with the age at the time of the ‘Duel.’”Page 5
! Kendro was used to this by now; his Father the King finds out about something and usually sends him to go fetch it. It had been this way since Kendro’s mother died on that terrible night about 20 years ago. Ever since then the King had made it his mission to harden Kendro for his eventual succession as the King of the realm, but this was different. The King had always recounted stories to Kendro about a man… a “Guardian” who had great power and whose SOLE responsibility was to protect it from everyone. Madac Sarreta was said to be the “Guardian”… a man that looked no older than 40 yet had bested not only the King’s father, but his grandfather as well.
! “But why now? He’s been pretty good at hiding for the past 100 years or so… why bother coming out of hiding?” the Prince mused as he stared up at the ogreish King.
! “Simple, my Son. His time is clearly up; the way the story was told within the Furloc Family was that the holder of all 3 Magi Gems DOES indeed gain God-like powers… but it comes at the cost of one’s own mortality. Granted, the Gem of Life should take care of that issue on its own but when used with the others, it apparently saps its strength. The Legend ALWAYS mentioned 100 years… and I’m not foolish enough to ponder whether that is a great coincidence or a old wives’ tale.”, the King replied as he drank from his cup.
! The knight slowly stood and took a small piece of paper from within his armor. The paper was crisp, ultra clean and with small print on it. He walked cautiously towards the Prince and handed it to him.
! “This is what Madac wanted Gaia to see.” He said sheepishly as he kneeled back down.
! Prince Kendro inspected the paper, tilting his head sideways as if to try to decipher some intricate puzzle. It had come to his attention that this was one of the simpler tasks he ever had to do for his father judging from the looks of things.
! “It says here… ‘Meet me in Cadill Vil… when the fire stops burning?’”, His reading of the message more of a question than a statement. “What the Hell is that supposed to mean?”
! The King stood, all eleven feet of pure brutality, and stared down at his son. Once the pride and joy in his life; now, nothing more than an errand boy, soon to be his replacement.
! “Well Kendro… I guess you’ll have to go to Cadill Vil to find out then, won’t you?”Page 6
! The Kingdom of Florida
! Vincent M. LaPour was a famous man… or maybe infamous would be the correct term to describe him. He belonged to the extremely wealthy LaPour family, so wealthy that all members were granted Class 4 Citizenship upon birth. The only thing higher than Fourthmanship (as the LaPour’s jokingly called it) was being born of Royal blood and belonging to the World Monarchy. But as wealthy as LaPour was, along with his high stature, didn’t stop him from following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a Treasure Hunter. But at least Roberto LaPour, patriarch of the family in the last generation, made his hobby into quite a lucrative cultural phenomenon. Famously opening the Gaia World Museum in the last 4010’s, with much fanfare and Royal approval, he continued his path of Treasure Hunter until his ultimately predictable demise when he attempted to retrieve a treasure hidden in the vast Caribbean Wastelands. Like his father before him, Vincent went on to continue the family business of educating (and marrying into Royalty in the process) the world about its long lost history and hunting for thrills while doing it. And he loved every second of it…
! Loved it so much that not long ago he almost lost his Royal status due to a quite scary encounter with the ruling Lord of Gokarius. In Gokarian rule the Scepter of Order is an artifact that every ruling King must obtain via a survival game after the death of the current King. Vincent also knew that said Scepter was fair game to any Royal as well; should they feel up to the task in order to become ruler of the Kingdom of Gokarius. So naturally he figured he’d win the survival game and take the Scepter back with him… much to the chagrin of Lord Ragen Magsh.
! For Lord Ragen Magsh was the heir to the throne in Gokarius and his father had lived for a good 130 years – A long time by Gokarian standards, since it was a country always at war with Samal invaders and Kings of said land were usually targets of plenty assassination attempts. But Lord Ragen Magsh had to spend a good portion of his adult life waiting for his father King Eleuterio Magsh to finally succumb to a common cold in order to try and ascend to Kinghood.
! On the day of the survival game, Vincent had easily avoided most of the hazards (including a lot on of jungle terrain, booby traps and wildlife) by clever use of his Elemental affinity, and claimed the Scepter as his own. Enraged at the thought of a fool like Vincent taking over his Kingdom, Lord Ragen Magsh challenged the “Museum Collector” to an Elemental Knight duel, or Elemight Duel for short. That day, Lord Ragen Magsh lost both his right eye and the opportunity to become “King” of Gokarius, and had remained “Lord” instead.Page 7
! So, on the night of the eight day, of the ninth month in the year 4049; Vincent received a letter that changed his life forever. As he ripped open the unmarked envelope his hazel eyes lit up in excitement. He absently tucked his long purple hair out of the way of his view as he read intensely.
! “Meet me in Cadill Vill… when the fire stops burning”, he read out loud softly. A grin adorning his face as his eyes scrolled down to the end of the paper.
! -‘The Guardian of the Magi’ Madac Sarreta-
! Immediately, a gust of wind started blasting inside the halls of the Gaia World Museum. His hair waved uncontrollably as he hovered over to the second story of the museum. He entered a small office and started writing… and writing. Scribbling in a small piece of paper in terrible cursive that would probably had counted as Egyptian Hieroglyphics in other times. A small child who looked to be not even of 10 years of age, with short purple hair ran towards him in his studio.
! “What is it Father?!” the young boy inquired.
! “Only the greatest thing ever my son. The GREATEST thing ever!” he exclaimed joyfully as he held back some of his happiness. “Today… I have proof that your grandfather was NOT a crazy man! And that the LaPours were RIGHT all along!”
! He grabbed the small piece of paper and handed it to the child.
! “Listen Joseph… tell mom I had to leave. Tell her to read this note. Can you do that for me son?” Vincent told his son as he kneeled towards the child.
! “Where are you going Dad?” the freckled boy asked.
! “Cadill Vil... when the fire stops burning.”
! Two small cyclones formed under each of Vincent’s hands, his hair ruffling about as the wind picked up as did his brown coat. A golden scepter with two Chinese dragons enveloping a green emerald atop of it flew towards him as he grabbed it in mid-air. He started floating as he looked back at his son. The small child smiled and waved at him as he ran back to tell his mother about his father’s discovery.
! “Sorry I couldn’t say goodbye properly…Joyce.”
! Vincent muttered as he blasted off with amazing speed out of the studio into the halls of the museum and straight out the giant stone doors in the front. He swirled off into the sky as he did… straight into his destiny.Page 8
! Caribbean Wastelands, the Island of Culebra
! History tends to omit unfavorable things, or maybe sometimes things just don’t have an explanation…they just are. What is known about the Caribbean Wastelands is that it was once a lush garden of tropical islands connected in the warm Seas. The temperatures were always hot, it never snowed. and rain was a refreshing phenomenon. But something happened to the Caribbean Islands… something that transformed them into dark deserted lands of extremely cold temperatures, and the rain that now falls is quite toxic.
! The same could be said about history of the human race. For longer than anyone could remember man was always told he had the potential to do it all, that they were not using their bodies to their fullest potential. Somewhere down the line humans discovered that they were all born with a natural affinity to the elements. Some were good with manipulating fire, others excelled at manipulating the very earth they walked on… others could whisper into the winds and command them at will, and so on and so forth.
! But much like the Caribbean Wastelands… there was another side to the coin of human evolution. Instead of being able to control the elements… some humans evolved into something more grotesque. Almost as if reverting back to a primal form some humans were born with affinities to their animal brethren; children born with leopard skin, young adults suddenly becoming saber-toothed, or even old men suddenly developing thick reptilian skin. The ones who didn’t become like them immediately shunned them from society. The World Monarchy, established long before anyone could remember, began labeling them: Samals, born of humanity but adopted by the animal kingdom. But some were apparently “too normal” to be labeled on sight, so a more definite way of spotting them had to be devised. And almost “miraculously” (to some humans that is), the answer came in the form of one basic characteristic that made Samals as a whole unique. They literally cried blood…
! They were all sent to the Caribbean Wastelands to die. But fortunately for them, their animalistic genetic makeup made them immune to most of the hazards in the Islands. Slowly, they formed homes within the rocky walls that surrounded them. They harvested the snow and drank it once it melted to provide water, since the surrounding seas were poisonous. The toxic rain, while harmless to them, was weaponized by their third Generation on the Islands. Slowly and surely their immunity to the landscape made them stronger, quicker, and deadlier when they came back to the rest of Gaia.Page 9
! Not long after they had settled they chose someone to lead them. Adopting the ways of the previous inhabitants in some of the Islands they began choosing Warchiefs per island. Slowly, they had enough numbers to be considered a Kingdom as a whole. The Warchiefs decided it would be unwise to lead their people without a solitary authority figure that would take into consideration the Warchiefs needs and decisions, and finalize them. The Samal Clan was born as a result. The current Head Samal above the Warchiefs is a man named Semor Gyado. A half man, half bear Samal, his strength is currently unrivaled within the Samal Clan. Since his rise to power within the Clan, his Dream has been unquestionably to return Gaia back to the true heirs of humanity, his people the Samals and not the Elemental abominations that are spread throughout Gaia.
! The Samals, after all, have been abused for only being born with animal traits. They have been called mutations, abominations, and monsters… all while men and women that can become the elements at will are considered “normal.” The hypocrisy of the Royal Clan has planted seeds of anger, rebellion, distrust, and revenge in the hearts of the Samals. Their chance at retribution… might just be knocking at their very door.
! For as much as the Royal Clan and the World Monarchy have abused the Samals, they have given them the most basic of rights in the world of Gaia: communication. It just so happens that today is the day in the entire month when Mail is sent to the Caribbean Wastelands; specifically, the capital Island of the Wastelands. The island of Culebra, off to the east of a bigger island that used to be the richest port of gold and precious metal, receives its mail today. Samals of all sizes come to the beaches of Culebra to receive the letters contained within a car-sized bubble floating violently within its shores. There are at least 20 bubbles today, “A good catch…” some Samals comment as they carry them towards a large round stone Temple a bit farther inland.
! A particular Samal inside the temple sticks out: overly wooly and with giant antlers, easily 8 feet tall. He paces back and forth, his hooves stomping about; as the Samals burst open the giant bubbles and rummage through the mail. Since the Royals don’t necessarily alphabetize the mail, it’s increasingly difficult to mark when it comes in. Manually, they shuffle them around and try to make the best of their situation. A tiger-striped Samal rummages thru the letters and finds a strangely clean envelope, and yet there are no markings on it other than the word MAIL in bold dark ink. The wooly Samal raises an eyebrow as he motions the tiger-striped Samal towards him.
! “What is it, Abelardo?” the giant antlered Samal asks.
! “This one is… straight from the Mail Station but it has no location or name on it!” the tiger-striped Samal, confused at the situation: replies. “What should we do with it, Warchief Ghemoos?”Page 10
! The proud Warchief had no issues taking the letter from the lower Samal. In fact, something told him it was the only solution at the moment. “I’ll take it for now; I shall see what Lord Semor will want to do with it.” he said in his deep yet distinguished voice. Slowly placing the letter inside a pocket of his leather vest, he kneeled on the ground. The Samals around him had seen this before and started clearing a path in front of him. Suddenly, stomping the ground to propel himself, he rushed forward… leaving only a trail of dust before him.
! “Flash Stampede” was the official nickname given to him by the World Monarchy when he became well-known for attacking the Royal brigades that happened to be passing by the Wastelands on important missions. So quick was he that he literally could walk on water, even at his 500 plus pounds and his large 8 feet fall frame. The Stampede name came about when, during one his attacks, he actually tore through Royal Battleships and its shipment of Bionic Android Protectors (or B.A.P.s) with one full run. Needless to say… he wasn’t someone you wanted to be in the way of.
! The letter he had in his vest was of great importance to his people, he just didn’t know it yet. As he rushed inland, tearing through bedrock and hills, he slowly started seeing in the horizon the center of the Samal Clan, home of the Head Samal Semor Gyado. The windstorms were particularly dusty on that day… but thankfully for Ghemoos he had done this run almost daily for the past 50 years. A bit of dust in the eyes wasn’t exactly something new or detrimental.
! The Home of the Head Samal was a stone dome, carved over time by the strong and hardy Samals; it was a testament to their willpower and their ingenuity. The hard rock that surrounded them was molded from the inside out, a large tunnel leading to a great opening inside of the dome where multi levels of rock and stalactite provided both floors and ceilings for the Samals that lived here. Rushing through the path way that spiraled above, he continued making his way up to the chambers of Semor. The Samals that lived there were used to him rushing this time of the month due to letters of high importance to the people and their leaders, so they continued on going about their daily lives: butchering meat, molding rock and woodworking.
! On top of the dome was Semor Gyado, an impossibly large man that on sight could plant fear in the hearts of anyone that dared oppose him. He stood by his gigantic rocky throne towering over both it and his newly unannounced guest. He smiled as he looked back at his old friend.
! “Ghemoos, is it really that time again?” he smirked as he looked about.
! “My lord… I have a strange envelope I think you might want to see…” Ghemoos trailed as he kneeled and took the envelope out of his vest and handed with great haste to Semor.Page 11
! “Now now… what have I told you about this kneeling business? I am your cousin after all, no need for all these fancy rituals. Besides I’m not that blasted King the humans revere so much!”, the giant bear man growled as he grabbed the letter.
! “Sorry cousin… it’s just…” Ghemoos excused himself sheepishly.
! The Head Samal opened the envelope and read through the small message. He slowly sank into his stone throne as he quietly began to weep. Small red streams flowed down his cheek, where they would get lost within his fur. Ghemoos, immediately alarmed by the sudden burst of the Head Samal, walked towards him.
! “Lord Semor?!”
! “Go… cousin. Go to Cadill Vil. Your son…” Lord Semor agonized quietly.
! “My… Son?”
! Ghemoos slowly fell to his knees. He hadn’t seen his son in over a decade. The thought of seeing him again, while a joyful opportunity, was also extremely bittersweet. He knew what this meant by the looks of Lord Semor’s reaction; the Samals were about to go to War with the World Monarchy. Their way of life... with one blank envelope had changed.Page 12
! The Kingdom of Mejique
! A deserted road stands still in time, the dust picked up by the nearby deserts swirling and coming about. The scorching heat is so terrible that the animals in the area lay flat and die of heat strokes and extreme thirst. It is quite possibly the driest place in Gaia. The Kingdom of Mejique has always attracted ruffians and thieves. Pretty much anyone looking for a cheap way of making Azures comes to this kingdom and steals from the foolishly wealthy that come here for their summer vacations and their scholastic spring breaks.
! An extremely hot day, even for Mejique’s standards; was about to get hotter. A strange fireball hovered about in the air when suddenly and violently it burst into a typhoon of flames in mid air. Thankfully for the foolish enough to come to this place… there was no one around to see the fireworks; the local lizards and bugs, not so lucky. The fireball, now a giant circle in the ground; vanishes as magma and flames burst from the ground. Interestingly enough, four figures start to make their way out… serenely so too.
! A man no older than 30 with a curly silver mustache wearing a very distinguished suit, a woman in her early 20s with a skirt that couldn’t possibly be measured in inches, a young blonde man no older than 16 wearing jean shorts and a chain across his rugged shirt, and finally another young man that looks exactly like the previous one but without wanting to make the fashion statement. They all stood as they cracked their necks while stretching; as if they had just landed from a long flight.
! “I don’t remember them saying it was supposed to be uncomfortable…” the curly mustached man complained.
! “Goes to show you can’t really trust them now can ya’!?” the attractive brunette snarled back.
! “Man… I thirsty as all Hell”, the youth with the chains exclaimed.
! “…” the other blonde youth sighed as he placed his palm across his face.
! The four stood side by side and started walking north… following the ancient dried up highway from ancient times.
! “Where did they say to meet with him?” the young smart aleck playfully asked.
! The curlystached man scratched his earlobe as he tried to remember.
! “The Kingdom of York they said… he loves the buildings there apparently.” the blonde woman annoyingly answered as they made their way North.Page 13
! The Kingdom of Italia
! His suit ruined, his tie ripped to shreds, not to mention his favorite glasses just got crushed by the men sent after him, he licks his small fang annoyed. Tony Spinelli hates life right now like he’s never hated it before. Sometimes the simplest of jobs for a cleaner can turn into a real mess if paired up with an idiotic partner. This is essentially the reason while Tony likes to work “solo”.
! “Dammit, Dammit… DAMMIT!”
! He dashes across the hallways of an abandoned Roman Catholic Church as two men give him chase. About two hours ago Tony was told he had to “take care of someone” that had stolen quite a bit of Azures from a Royal Prince. Tony wasn’t exactly in friendly terms with the World Monarchy but his services where used quite often and they left him alone. He wasn’t exactly a Class 4 Citizen or anything… but he was definitely not a Samal in status. He liked to pride himself in being an “Outsider”, usually a term that had greater implications within the society of Gaia.
! But Tony really didn’t care about his social status; he only cared about one thing and one thing only, the thrill of the kill. He was born into the business of “cleaner” when he lived with his biological father in the slums of Mejique, a pure natural at it unfortunately. His mother didn’t approve of his career choice at such a young age so she took Mr. Spinelli out of the equation… his body is still deep within the hot sandy deserts of Mejique waiting to be found. Tony of course basked in the irony of his living parent’s life.
! Used to lone wolf status by the age of 15 he decided to hone his skills in sharpshooting. He also took an interest in the ancient weaponry used back in Old Gaia. Revolvers, Handguns, Shotguns, Sniper Rifles… things the average Gaian doesn’t even know about in the age of Biomechanical Weaponry. Tony loved the feel of metal in his hand… so much that he became famous for using such weaponry for his “cleaning” missions. Even more famous for being able to use suck weaponry when there hasn’t been ammo produced for it in the past three millennia or so…
! But these two men following Tony are about to find out just how good he is and that the lack of ammo, in this Great Furlocs Era; is barely detrimental to him. With a quick slide to the ground Tony looks back and fires off a small revolver. A blast of fire at an extremely high velocity bursts out and catches one of the goons in the shoulder. He violently twirls about and falls on one of the old wooden benches to their sides. The other gentleman in question is not amused by Tony’s showmanship… in fact he’s quite irritated already since his boss is dead and his best man just got shot.Page 14
! “Now, how the HELL am I going to get married!?” the goon screams as he fires off some rocks from his fist. Tony suddenly leaps behind a pillar avoiding the rocks trailing behind him.
! “Oooooh, you’re an Earth type aren’t you? Sorry about your future husband thou!”-Tony laughed as he peeked out at the goon.
! “No, that was the best man you just killed!” he howled as he stomped the ground making the earth tremble a little bit.
! “Well… I’m going to let you know right now. You’re extremely weak if you’re THAT angry and all you can do at your current level is make a little booboo with the ground…”
! The goon, irritated at Tony’s ridicule, lifts part of the floor with his bare hands and makes an earth shield to cover from his incoming offense. He slowly makes his way to the pillar to flank him; attempting to verbally abuse him in the process.
! “Oh yeah… well, your buddy back there, we made some REAL good work out of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sing that fast. He ratted you out faster than you could reload your revolver there. After our boss knew he was your associate he didn’t want to leave any witnesses if you know what I mean… but then you appeared, and right as we were leaving too… My wedding in Cadill Vil was going to be amazing. But you had to come and ruin it!”
! As the goon closed to the pillar he came to the realization that his peripheral vision wasn’t exactly one hundred percent from all the running around and walking around with a giant shield made of rock. Tony was definitely not behind it anymore. Appearing behind him he pointed a giant silver revolver with a cannon the size of a 2x4 to the back of his head. The goon… clearly was just another victim today.
! “Pew pew!” Tony joked as he slammed the revolver in the back of his neck knocking the fool out. He placed his guns inside his ruined suit where multitudes of revolvers rested in a custom brown leather holster across his chest. Needless to say… if he needed a gun, he’d have it. He buttoned up his suit and attempted to clean his bloodier shirt with his red tie. Slowly making his way out of the church he recalled his partner…
! “Dammit Kreg…”Page 15
! He walked back inside and made his way back to where his “target” was, incidentally Kreg also laid there with three blast marks in his chest. Tony sighed at the sight and pressed on. He looked for the “target’s” Azure card since it would be proof of the mission going smoothly when he noticed a weird envelope with the word MAIL on the desk. He stared at it diligently as he ripped it open…
! As soon as he started reading a slight bleep continued to emanate from his suit pocket. He casually reached inside while pulling out a small bubble from inside. He placed the paper in his mouth as he expanded the bubble from its small coin size to a more comfortable size so it could rest around his ear and neck. He placed the onyx colored bubble by his ear as he continued reading.
! “Tony here…”
! On the other side a voice muttered, inaudible to anyone attempting to eavesdrop. Tony nodded as he reassured the person on the other side of the conversation.
! “Yeah, he won’t be a problem no more… Another target you say? What’s the payment?”
! His face confused, as he read the letter and attempting to explain his finished work to his employer; started turning into a smirk: a small fang exposed as he did.
! “Cadill Vil … well, isn’t THAT convenient?”Page 16
! The Kingdom of Canadá
! “Hey Gwen… you ready for your medication?” a tall dark man wearing white robes asked from a small opening in a metal door.
! “It doesn’t hurt too bad today… I think I’ll save them up yanno?” a cracked voice said from the darkness.
! “Okay Gwen… up to you. If you change your mind let me know, ok? the orderly replied back, as he started moving his hovering cart full of pills and medications he turned back and took a small envelope from the bottom shelf. “Since you’re not taking medication I guess I can give you this envelope… I dunno what’s in it but we got like 10 of them today, might as well right?” he said as he slid the envelope down the small hatch. He whistled along as he walked away from Room 101.
! Gwen Strauss said the nameplate below it. He had been here for quite some time to nurse his injuries. A strange fellow indeed, not quite Elemight and nor Samal. He was a little bit of both, born with a strange condition where his hair is actually an unknown type of metal that cannot be touched by anyone other than Gwen. Strange as it may be Gwen’s only real crime is that he can’t exactly control his hair and some “accidents” happen. Like the time he head butted his friend when he was 12 and… well the friend didn’t quite make it. Or the time he took a young lady to a romantic date and forgot to tell her about his condition in time, so a head massage turned quite ugly.
! Being a model citizen as he was; he decided to commit himself to a hospital/ prison for people such as him. There’s even a Samal or two here that are used for study and want to be reverted back to full human. Gwen is just here because he knows he’s a bit dangerous to society whether he tries to or not. Unfortunately for him his condition has lead to quite a bit of brain hemorrhaging that has affected his judgment on more than one occasion. So much that he actually has begun questioning if he actually came here on his own accord. And maybe just maybe he didn’t like Jane and actually just forced her hands into his indestructible and incredibly sharp hair.
! “But he does know he needs his meds to survive. Otherwise he’ll probably bleed to death… not exactly a fate Mr. Strauss is happy with. He’s heard rumors lately, strange little rumors; whispers in the dark if you will. You see they brought a gentleman last night and he was foaming at the mouth, crazy insane little man. Rambling about some “Legendary Gems” and how “Madac is ALIVE!” weird things Strauss had never heard before. And this is a guy that’s used to Elemental powered fights, mutated half humans and his own condition of Metallic Hair.Page 17
! Nothing exactly shocks him anymore, except for this letter. In the 5 or so years he’s been in his fine establishment Mr. Strauss had never received a single letter. All his immediately family died cuz of that family photo shoot that got a “little” bit out of hand. But here it is… a letter. Finally! Yay for me! I want to open it… I wonder if there’s candy inside.
! Cadill Vil… that’s on the other side of Gaia!
! Oh well.
! I always wanted to travel abroad.”
! A lanky little man he was, silver Mohawk of sharp metal hair, blue piercing eyes and a mouth that could only be described as “beakish”; he stood up with his ragged clothes on backwards. He stared at the metal wall between him and freedom. He plucked a hair, then another; until he had one sharp hair strand per finger… as if they were claws. And with just two swipes the wall between him and his freedom collapsed before him.
! Gwen Strauss
! Suffering from some Unknown Metallic Hair Condition,
! Room 101
! He has escaped the “Hospital”, where he had spent the last five years. And he was about to run wild in Gaia in the search of legendary power.Page 18
! The Kingdom of Cadill Vil
! It’s usually rainy this time of year in Cadill Vil, it’s location in the west coast of the Saharan Rainforests, in the continent of Nihon; just below Old Europa makes it a great tourist attraction, not to mention a refreshing getaway. It’s been a bit weird this year, it rains on and off and on and off. No one cares to figure out why but they know the weather is acting “goofy” for a lack of a better word. The hills in the outskirts of the main cities in Cadil Vill are quite a sight to behold, but the rain makes it nigh impossible to do so at the moment. Thankfully so… since Cadill Vil is about to be bombarded by quite the crew of unruly guests in the next couple of days, all looking for one man.
! Madac Sarreta, “The Guardian of the Magi”; the man whose legend was told in whispers among the halls of the Emerald Tower in the capital of Atlantis; the very same legend echoed thru the Stone Dome in the Carribean Wastelands; and the LaPour Family has been known to tell the story to anyone who is willing to listen. A mysterious man indeed, but there are two people walking in Gaia right now; who have an extremely close relationship with the man of legend. In the hills of Cadill Vil a man stands looking down , no older than 20 but with stature that can only be gained with experience, dark jet black hair ruffling about, his yellow eyes; soulless. Solemnly he stands as he sighs cautiously in the approaching night. His hand pulses white energy as he stares down…
! “I really hope you know what you are doing Dad…”
! A bright pink hovering car dashes thru the cobblestoned roads of Cadill Vil. Riding it are two people very much in love, ridiculously in love. Matthiu Shawnson was a royal knight for 10 years, he protected the people of Gaia in his home Kingdom of New Afrika without hesitation or question. Shoulder length blonde hair, barely visible facial hair and dark blue eyes gave him the reputation of pretty boy within the Order of Elemights. Thankfully his powers as an Earth Elemight were extremely advanced for his age and he put many of his doubters to shame. Unluckily for him he had quite a bit of an accident during a particularly nasty mission on the Caribbean Wastelands that ended up crushing his two arms to the point of bone realistically not recovering from it. Fortunately for him his older brother Professor Psalm Shawnson treated him and fixed him up good. Ever since his recovery he retired from the Order and decided to follow a more spiritual path; something that lead him to the girl currently riding alongside him in the cobblestoned roads of Cadill Vil.Page 19
! Dici Newbreed was considered a biomechanical prodigy when she was only 8 years old. She understood robotics and how to merge humans with biomechanical weaponry and parts at a tender age and expanded on it by her 20s. Alongside other experts she has created more weaponry than any person currently alive in Gaia, “Newbreed Industries” is synonymous with weapons. A tad short and unbelievably clumsy in everyday life she makes up by having deep insight on things most people will never figure out. She might have trouble making a good cup of coffee but she’ll upgrade your Biomechanical Arm as fast as you can say Newbreed. Ever since meeting Matthiu in one of her meetings with Professor Psalm she became incredibly infatuated with the man.
! To the point where she has essentially followed him ever since; regardless of how crazy his crusades may seem. When he wanted to visit the Sewers of York to see if he could commune with the “restless souls” there she tagged along. Or the time they travelled to the Kingdom of Mejique to see if they could find a “spiritual fountain”. Matthiu had always been interested in the Legendary, the Occult, and the Spiritual. That’s probably why a day ago when he received an odd letter he packed his bags and rushed to his hovercar to come here to Cadill Vill, where the “Last Guardian” summoned him.
! “This is my purpose… this is why I left the Order.” he quietly pondered as Dici began making preparations as well. She would follow him to the ends of Gaia if she had to, and rightfully so she would often think. “This is the man I am destined to be with.”, she would tell people in her line of work. Not exactly people who believe in Faith or Destiny. And admittedly so, neither did she; but Love is weird like that.
! And so here they were, her dirty blonde hair hitting her face as they rushed thru Cadill Vil. Neither of them knew just where in the blue hell they were going thou. Dici was incredibly talented at deciphering riddles and whatnot; but the words written in Madac’s letter were obscurely vague. Thankfully for them Matthiu was partially correct when he deduced that Destiny had something to do with it.
! A loud explosion envelops the front of their vehicle. Violently the car stops and falls on the ground (as hovercrafts then to do when accidents that mess their functionality happen). Matthiu had made sure he held Dici back but they are a bit shocked. Just what the hell happened? Matthiu slowly exits the hovercraft and notices smoke coming not from his car but the ground. Cautiously he approaches and notices there’s a kid there. Covered in smoke but not burning…
! “Weird…” he wonders.Page 20
! The kid seems fine save for the fact that he is literally producing smoke. Matthiu grabs on to him and notices he’s not producing heat. So what’s the deal with the smoke? He turns him to see his face. He looks no older than 15, yet has silver hair, wearing a red long sleeved shit and blue pants a size too big most likely.
! “Dici… you got a Med Bubble on you?” Matthiu asks as he continues inspecting the kid.
! The smoke slowly evaporates and the kid wakes up. Dici scurries around the back of the car trying to find the Med Bubble. Matthiu just then notices what had been there the whole time. His car is missing the entire front where usually the engine would be. His eyes widen as he realizes that the explosion was a product of the kid he’s holding connecting with his vehicle.
! “Hey kid… you ok?!” he barks at the teenage as he realizes he might be dying.
! “Yeah… you’re here to see Master Sarretta aren’t you?” the silver haired kid said.
! Overhearing the name Dici jumps at them while bringing the Med Bubble, she kneels down with them and starts rubbing the blubbery thing around the teenaged boy healing him of his wounds. The kid rubs his head while Matthiu, flabbergasted at all of this; just stares at him…
! “How did you…?”
! Looking back; the mysterious teenager points towards a pillar of flame in the distance. A trail of the flames vaguely remains behind the silver haired kid. Suddenly as if having an epiphany Matthiu jumps up.
! “The Fire! That Pillar! Madac is there… he’s going to be waiting for us when it stops burning!” he exclaims as he starts running towards it.
! “Matthiu wait! The car!” Dici urges Matthiu as she helps the kid up.
! “Don’t worry about it… it’s trashed for the moment, just track me!”
! Dici was used to this, after all Matthiu was terrible with all things mechanical. But she had fixed things more complex than this and in less time. “Fine! I’ll fix it and follow you… just make sure the tracker is on, ok Matt!?”
! “No problem, no problem!” Matthiu yelled as he continued rushing toward the pillar of flame that could be seen across the cobblestoned city. He had all but forgotten about the teenager that had basically just exploded unto his car.Page 21
! Across the pillar in the very mountaintops of Cadill Vil, where the mysterious cloaked figure was; Prince Kendro looks at the pillar of flame down the distance. He sits atop a ruby colored metallic scorpion that is hovering about, rumbling and hissing at the same time. He hesitates for a second… wondering exactly what he is looking at. The amount of fire and the very fact that it is formed as a pillar trying to reach the sky tells Kendro one of two things.
! “There’s a fire Elemight close by… or maybe Madac really is just calling us to him.” he propelled his scorpion shaped hoverbike as he rushed to the outskirts of the city.
! In the outskirts of the cobblestoned city the pillar of flame slowly waned down. Matthiu had stopped running towards it as he realized the flames were about to evaporate. Underneath all the fire there was a small cabin… wooden too. In the capital city of Cadiula every building was made of stone… no matter what it was: clock towers, skyscrapers, castles, small houses, banks, etc. But in the outskirts there was not much… all except for this very small cabin. Thankfully the trees surrounding the city and external areas covered it; or maybe the person living there might’ve not been so lucky in keeping their privacy.
! As the flames dissipated Matthiu noticed the cabin was pretty flimsy… small too. Barely big enough to fit two people in it judging from the outside, one window and one door. The wood did not burn thou, curious as that may be; Matthiu was more concerned about what could be inside.
! “When the fire stops burning…” he repeated to himself as he slowly made his way to the entry way.
! He slowly walked in and saw nothing but Darkness. No light fixtures… no technology to speak off. Just a very dark cabin, considering the time of day too; it was impossible to look inside. Matthiu cautiously tried to walk in when he heard a whisper.
! “Where is Abel?” a weak voice asked.
! “Abel…?” Matthiu questioned back, startled at the voice.
! “The grey haired child, you saw him. Didn’t you, Matthiu?” the mysterious voice asked again.
! This was the second time a complete stranger had called Matthiu by his first name. He was growing a bit impatient about it and he was scared at the idea at the same time. Just what the hell was going on?
! “Madac… is that you?” he asked as he reached inside into the darkness.Page 22
! Suddenly and without warning the mysterious man in the darkness reached at Matthiu, violently grasping to his arms. It was Madac Sarreta alright: the same man who two days ago sent letter throughout the world in order to deliver a message to meet him here, at this very moment; when the fire stopped burning. Matthiu knew it too, he knew it was him; he could feel it burning in his soul. This man was the man of Legend.
! “I must show you something Matthiu… I still have some power left!” he exclaimed as he placed his hands on Matthiu’s shoulders.
! It was then and there when Matthiu saw it all. He saw his Past, his Present and a cloudy but intense glimpse at his Future. He saw the Silver Haired boy, a Purple Haired man in a coat, the Prince of Gaia, the Shaded man in black; among other people he had not seen or befriended before. It got more intense… he saw a city leveled by fire, a village floored by a roaring wave, he saw mountains separate themselves from the land… then things started getting more specific. He saw the Royal Android Protector Army chasing after him and the other people in his visions. Startled at the visions he let go of Madac, falling to his knees outside of the cabin.
! Madac slowly followed, the man who two days ago looked no older than forty… all of the sudden looked like he could barely support himself. His hair long and silver, his face wrinkled almost beyond recognition and his eyes completely white.
! “Did you see it my child? Do you know what your role is?” he asked as he crawled towards Matthiu.
! “Yes… I saw it.” He whimpered as he struggled to get up. As he lifted his eyes he saw a hooded figure approaching them, a man with golden eyes and jet black hair, and the same hooded figure that not long ago stood in the mountains surrounding Cadiula. Matthiu also realized that whatever Madac did made this figure all that more terrifying. He knew this man ,even thou he had never seen him before. He also knew that this man approaching them was supposed to have died… over one hundred years ago.
! Madac stared at the young man approaching while he smiled slightly. His eyesight was shot to hell by this point but he could always tell when “he” was around. There was always something different about the air.
! “Kerbon… time to go huh?” Madac said as he closed his eyes.
! “Yeah, dad.” the golden eyed man said as he sighed, placing his pulsing hand of light on his father’s shoulders.
! “Time to go…”Page 23
! And just like that Dici had repaired the hovercar, not even half an hour had passed since Matthiu had rushed to the pillar of flame. The pillar was gone now, and Dici was stuck with the grey haired boy that somehow had caused all of this. He was ok, all things considered; another boy his age would’ve probably died by such an impact. She stared down at him, noticing he really couldn’t possibly weigh more than a 120 pounds soaking wet; his silver hair an oddity at his age yet not so much of a surprise considering the vast array of hair colors people are known to be born with in these days. Dici also noticed how incredibly pale the kid was, not to say albinos where extinct but he had almost radiance to him.
! “Hey… what’s your name?” she asked as she huddled into the driver’s seat.
! He stared off at the distance… almost as if either ignoring her or completely oblivious to the world around him. He kept staring at the direction of where the pillar of smoke was, all while holding on to his chest… a red light pulsing from under his baby blue shirt. Dici had noticed the glow but had shaken her head as if the boy’s red over shirt was just playing optical tricks on her.
! “Kid…?” she asked again.
! The silver haired boy turned back and looked at her, his eyes soulless; no pigmentation whatsoever… no pupils either: just white eyes with a shade of gray in them. “Creepy little eyes.” She thought to herself as she opened the passenger door for him. “Let’s get to Matthiu now, okay?”
! Before she barely finished that train of thought; a ball of fire landed by the hovercraft. Almost as if a meteor had just landed, a small crater formed as smoke fizzled. She let out a small yelp as she jumped out of the hovercar, the silver haired boy standing his ground right next to the small crater. Dici started rummaging thru her back pack rousingly as she looked above them to try and find the source of the attack.
! “Are you two peasants here for Madac too?” a calm voice said from above.
! She knew that voice… how could anyone forget? It belonged, after all; to quite possibly the most infuriating and egotistical person in the world according to Dici. The Prince of Gaia and heir to the Throne in Atlantis… Kendro Furlocs. As she finally made contact with him he stood on a tree branch above them. The trees in Cadiula were particularly large, not to mention their branches could hold elephants if they found a way to place the animals up there. He stood there, his small cape flowing in the Cadiulan breeze, his solitary braid whipping about as he stared them down from his arboreal ledge.Page 24
! “If you value your life, it would be best if you left this place. Whatever it is Madac has is now property of the Royal Clan.” he demanded as he stood with arms crossed.
! Dici knew, it wasn’t her first time dealing with the World Monarchy after all. Once a Royal claims something the only way to reclaim it is by either being a Royal yourself or besting them in Elemight combat. It was tradition to never challenge a Royal outright thou unless there was a particularly good reason to do so. Dici, unfortunately, couldn’t think of one right now. And while this was particularly a troublesome situation, another thing kept sprouting in her mind; just why is that kid not even phased by all of this? He’s not even kneeling, yet he is barely holding his ground.
! The silver haired boy looked at Kendro, his grey eyes piercing thru the Prince’s stalwart demeanor. Kendro was a bit uneased by the emptiness in the boy’s eyes, he wasn’t showing much fear; something the Prince was used to implore on to his enemies. But this was a bit curious since there wasn’t any malice in the eyes either… he was just staring at him; almost as if he didn’t recognize him.
! “Child, do you know who I am?” he inquired.
! The silver haired boy shook his head slightly, slowly starting to walk carefully towards the branch where Kendro stood: never letting go of his chest as he did. Kendro’s face was slowly exhibiting frustration at the situation, he wasn’t exactly used to people not knowing who he was, and neither was he used to such a confrontational stance.
! “If you value your life; and the woman behind you. You will stop at once!” he roared as he slowly unmade his single solitary button on his front coat. As he did he took a strange fighting stance, placing his left fist outwards towards his opponent while placing his right shoulder (and by extension arm) out of view.
! “Whoa whoa… whoa!” a calm voice said behind them.
! Kendro looked over his shoulder, a familiar face to him was grinning behind him. Long purple hair, a messy stubble, a brown overcoat, hazel eyes, the Gokarian Staff, and that ridiculous grin…
! “Vincent LaPour… you came too?” the Prince groaned as he realized the Treasure Hunter was after the same thing the Royal Clan was.
! Never stopping his jovial mood, Vincent playfully teased the Prince; “You betcha! Besides… you DO know I can challenge you for them if we find them right? I’m allowed.”Page 25
! Vincent reached into his coat pockets and fiddled around searching for something; a slight clanking could be heard as he did. He pulled out a small silver ring, tribal and runic markings around it glowed green, he playfully showed it off to the rest of the people around.
! “Wind Elemight. And I will put it on if I must”
! “Now then… let’s not get hasty with the Elemight Duel protocol. Tell you what thou; seeing as how you were an ex-Royal I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I don’t care much for these peasants below us thou, but trust me; if it weren’t for your current and past social standings I wouldn’t care much for you either. In fact, I’d dare say I would feed you alive to Lord Ragen Magsh if I knew where that bald loser when on to.” the Prince barked.
! “Duly noted. So what do you propose then Prince?” asked Vincent.
! Kendro stared down at Dici and the silver haired boy, his eyes slightly lit up as he did; a small smirk shaping up deviously.
! “We cut the fat.”
! Vincent sighed, he rarely resorted to this type of confrontational methods; but when a Royal is after the same thing as you… you tend to push away some of your traditions. He took his staff and grabbed the very bottom of it, placing it behind him; bending slightly backwards he took on a fighting stance as well with his right arm beckoning them.
! “A woman and a child… Prince you truly have no shame, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.”
! The Prince slowly pulled his fist back, almost as if he was ready to throw a punch. But he is so far Dici wondered, “Is he planning on shadow boxing a bit before taking us on?”; and then she remembered… the crater!
! “Crap! Kid get out of the way!!” the shrieked as she dove in front of the silver haired boy.
! “Flame Knuckle!” the Prince roared as he punched the air, fire engulfing his shoulders then rapidly shooting forth from his fist. The fire travelled almost like a meteor: round, fast, flaming; his knuckle imprints almost visible on the flaming projectile. Dici reached quickly into her small backpack, she placed two brown fingerless gloves on, they could’ve easily being misidentified for leather, but thankfully they were one of her crowning achievements as a Biomechanical Engineer. She crossed her hands over the front of her chest, blocking the fireball coming at them. Suddenly as it hit her hands… it slowly vanishedPage 26
! The Prince scowled, he knew now who he was dealing with. “You’re the Newbreed girl aren’t you? I’ve seen those gloves before, they can absorb Elemikras can’t then?”
! “Correct. So anything you have to dish out I can take it!” she smiled as she had averted the damage to the boy.
! “You really don’t know much about me do you peasant? And you’re exceptionally absent minded if you don’t recall your OWN invention” the Prince smiled as he began to reach into his cape.
! His words began replaying in Dici’s head: “Own invention?” she wondered. “What does he mean…?”
! Slowly the Prince began to slowly unsheathe a sword from within his cape, an exceptionally large claymore broadsword at that. “Just how the hell did I miss seeing that?” she wondered”. He lunged at her from the branch and began striking wildly at her. Thankfully for Dici and the silver haired boy claymore swords are exceptionally hard to swing at extreme speeds. And their small frames provided a very hard to hit target. A very close slice cut Dici’s cheek but the rest of the blade was stopped with her extremely resilient gloves. The Prince was close to overpowering her when a voice exclaimed from the distance.
! “Abel! Take care of the Prince guy! I got the Purple haired pretty boy!” Matthiu yelled as he ran towards the group. He jumped as high as he could into the air and as he landed side kicked the ground. The earth rumbled as it rose up in the shape of a rectangle, Matthiu punched his knuckles together as he rose up from the ground. He elbowed the raised chunk of earth; the boulder (now a projectile) flew past Kendro and towards Vincent. He elbowed the next middle chunk to the same effect, and then kicked the last piece of earth as he started charging towards the Treasure Hunter.
! Vincent’s clothes began to ripple furiously about him. Small green cyclones formed next to him as if giving him the power of flight. He grabbed his Gokarian Staff no different than a baseball player would grab a bat. He swung and hit the first chunk of rock that was directed at him, swung once again for the next one; Matthiu slowly gaining in on him as he charged. LaPour grabbed one of the cyclones and sent it spiraling on towards the last piece of boulder, destroying it on the process and sending pieces of rock all over the place.Page 27
! As soon as he eliminated the projectile threat, Vincent stood face to face with the charging blonde. Matthiu, still in mid-air, swiftly kicked towards the purple haired gentleman. Vincent blocked with his Gokarian Staff, when he suddenly realized the truth about Matthiu’s kick. A loud clank that pierced Vincent’s ears roared, as he stared down he noticed the kick that had connected with his solid gold staff was embedded in pure rock; the blonde man in front of him was an Earth Elemight, probably the hardest for him to handle.
! “Um… Prince! Lil’ help here? This one is an Earth type and I fail terribly at dueling those!” Vincent nervously inquired as he struggled to keep the blonde stranger from kicking his weapon off his hands.
! “I’ve never met so many fools in such amount of time. You three dare to get in the way of ME!? And now I have this purple haired buffoon asking me for help as well? Bah, hopeless! It’s almost as if you are all mocking me! Handle that woman and child then LaPour, since you obviously are having a hard time with the “scary” Earth type.” the Prince barked back at Vincent.
! As soon as he stopped talking, the Prince faced back Dici and Abel. His smirk quickly reduced to a pruned face mess as Dici planted a mouthful of fist on him. With her other hand she snapped her fingers on the side of her closed fist and fire began engulfing the Prince’s face.
! “Micro Release!” she exclaimed, pouring all the fire she had absorbed earlier as a closed ranged projectile onto Kendro’s face.
! His face was all bruised from the impact of the attack, but the fire had zero effect on him; agonizing at the fact that both his pride had been injured along with his Royal appearance. He covered his face with one hand, dropping his claymore, as he groaned annoyed. His arm slowly began to be engulfed in flames, not burning it in the process, the flames getting hotter and wilder as the seconds passed. He instinctively slapped Dici on the side of her neck with the full force of his arm, almost clotheslining her actually. The force from the strike alone was enough to knock out a normal man, let alone the flames covering it. She fell to her side, her eyes closing as she slowly passed out from the lethal blow.
! “I’m done with you, wench!” he snarled as he wiped his face.
! Above them Matthiu had seen what had just occurred, unfortunately he had almost no time to react. It all happened too quickly for the stout Elemight to respond, he also had to deal with two cyclones that Vincent had sent his way. Both of which kept him afloat as he struggled to get out of his swirling predicament. His skin slowly began to turn rocky, and as it did, his weight began to get considerably heavier. The strong winds were no longer a problem for him; he slowly descended to the ground as his rocky frame disappeared.Page 28
! “You son of a bitch!” he roared as he rushed towards Prince Kendro.
! “You poor excuses for Elemights should’ve known your place! I’m ending this right now. I’ll show you power beyond your level. Beyond ANYTHING you’ve seen! You’re so hung up on fighting me without even showing me your Rings! By the time I’m done with you I’ll make sure you 3 get executed in the Royal Coliseum!” the Prince bellowed as he clenched his fist at Matthiu. He grabbed his wrist with his left hand, his fist shaking as he did. A bright red aura began to surround him, almost as if flames were attempting to burst from his every pore; his eyes wildly bright and almost orange as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly the red aura began to shine around his arms, flames building towards his clenched fist… from an onlooker’s perspective; one could swear the fire within Kendro just wanted to escape its Royal prison via his closed fist.
! Matthiu, in his moment of rage, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just completely turned his back against LaPour, continued rushing the Prince. LaPour, sensing an opening, extended his hands out and created two new cyclones. Extending his fingers forward he snaps his arms commanding the winds themselves to charge the Earth Elemight. The cyclones, in the blink of an eye, stroked Matthiu’s back hurling him about to the ground crushing the very earth below him. Matthiu now laid on the ground, his legs barely responding, at the mercy of the Prince. Kendro casually walked towards the blonde haired Elemight as he continued charging his fist. He stared up as if giving his approval to Vincent; the purple haired gentleman making a rude finger gesture at the Prince.
! “Tch! At least you’re efficient when need be I guess?” he scolded Vincent. He stared down at Matthiu as he continued making his way towards him.
! “And you, just because I am such a forgiving Prince, I’ll let you go if you tell me something. Why exactly did you come over here and start picking a fight with us, knowing fully well who your opponents were? If you give me a respectable answer I might just consider letting you live.”
! Matthiu struggled to raise his head towards the Prince, he held his lower back as he agonized. “The kid… what Madac left here. The kid is the one who gets to chose what to do with it.” he moaned.
! Kendro looked back, he saw the silver haired youth still standing there where Dici used to stand. She laid motionless on the ground, not even a foot away from him; his eyes still glassy, grey, and emotionless, almost as if none of this mattered. The Prince scoffed at the thought, Madac Sarreta had chosen him?Page 29
! “So you mean to tell me that Madac Sarreta, the man known as ‘The Guardian’, has chosen THAT boy over there to become the protector of the Magi Gems. The very gems, that are spoken in legend, that could bestow their owner with God-like powers? The boy hasn’t even produced a SINGLE Elemikra since we began fighting! To claim Madac made HIM Guardian over ANY of us here is ludicrous! And for the Crime of Lying to a Royal, I, Prince Kendro Furlocs of Gaia, sentence you to a fiery death. May the Elements See You!” the Prince stated as he raised his fiery fist, turning it away from him.
! “Now witness Hell itself! Hellraisseerrrr!!!!” he screamed as he let go of the fiery arm and fist. He began to throw it to the ground in a diving motion like a reversed uppercut; his fist shaking with all the power of his flames. As soon as he would open that fist it would all be over for anyone on the receiving end of it. The fist was rapidly approaching Matthiu’s face but there was nothing he could do, Vincent’s attack had done enough damage to stun his movement long enough for Kendro to finish him off. He closed his eyes as he awaited his execution at the hands of the Prince. Time moved incredibly slowly he pondered “If only a miracle were to happen…” he kept telling himself.
! The Prince didn’t quite feel right, his fist had stopped on its descent to the ground, where surely it would’ve crushed Matthiu and burnt him to a crisp when he unleashed his power. And yet, he couldn’t move, he was stuck. On the other side of his fist a small pale arm had a firm grip on it. The silver haired boy had it, and was holding the Prince casually despite the fact that the Prince had claimed the boy was a mere weakling. “But just how did he get here? He was a good 10 feet away from me.” Kendro wondered. It didn’t matter now, Abel was his name; he recalled from the shouting Matthiu did earlier. And he had a hold on Kendro for now, which shocked the Prince to no end. “This is… impossible! No man has ever stopped that. Not even…” before he could finish Abel delivered a punch to the Prince’s gut. A loud “Oof” left the Royal mouth when surprisingly; electric currents began to surround him. He stared up, shaking, noticing the visible lighting surrounding him; he stared back down at Abel. Those grey, emotionless eyes piercing back at him.
! A ball of electric energy formed on Abel’s fist, it began growing as the electric charges surrounding Kendro were drawn to it. Violently, it exploded and shocked the Prince, his head snapping back with his mouth wide open; smoke coming out and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He convulsed a bit, his knees giving up as he fell on them, all while his consciousness slowly faded away.
! Matthiu had opened his eyes just in time to witness the Prince fall head first into the ground. His eyes lit as he realized that what he saw earlier was no dream nor illusion. Madac Sarreta gave him a quick glimpse into the future and he had witnessed this beforehand. He know knew what Madac meant now, and he knew his purpose. He had to guide the child, for he was, after all: “The Guardian’s Choice”.Page 30
! “Oh-oh.” Vincent whispered to himself as he witnessed the quick and decisive blow on the Prince. He wondered if he should just fly off and call it a day. However, the Magi Gems were at stake here, he knew he should leave but his curiosity and desire to clean the LaPour Family name were too strong. As soon as his resolved was solidified he stared down at the youth. Something immediately caught Vincent’s attention: it wasn’t the boy’s silver hair, nor was it his soulless eyes, it wasn’t even the fact that despite just defeating Prince Kendro Furlocs, one of Gaia’s strongest Elemights in one hit, the boy didn’t even produce a single Elemikra for them to sense; what Vincent M. LaPour noticed was something far more terrifying.
! The youth below him was staring him down, and underneath his shirt, as clear as day; Vincent could see what he could only assume was the Magi Gem of Might, going by his father’s description, glowing a furious bright red almost enveloping the kid. He swallowed hard, as he had just realized why the boy didn’t produce a single ounce of Elemikra; he didn’t need too.
! Before he could even rationalize all of this, Abel was already in front of him. The boy punched hard at his gut as he floated in mid-air along with Vincent (where he thought he was safe for now), and before Vincent could even react to his pain the boy left out his first scream with emotion. An explosion of electricity, bigger than the one that had just knocked the Prince down, engulfed the purple haired gentleman; sending shockwaves to the very Heavens.
! “Luz Puñal!!”
! TO BE CONTINUED…
These last pages are UNEDITED work… so keep that in mind if you see grammatical errors and fail :VFeel free to post IMMEDIATE reactions first, I want to know how you feel about CH1 as soon as you read it.
We can discuss the fluff of my grammatical fail (among other things) afterward :V
With that being said.
DON~!~!
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Double post for lulz.
But thanks.
Do finish it thou; whenever u get a chance.
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I will! and yeah.. sorry bout that xP
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Got a chance to comment.
I don't have the original to compare it to, but I was drawn in a lot more this time around.
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Appreciate it Cuddles.
Feel free to link it to others you may think would like it.
I'm in the market for a character designer ;)
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Great job so far StrawHatRican! I really like the story so far, and you described the characters well. I can't wait to see what happens next. Also, gave you five stars too! Anyways, keep up the great work! ^_^
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8D~!
Five Stars!!!!??
^^!!!
Any character in particular you are fond of?
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8D~!
Five Stars!!!!??
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You're welcome! ^^
Any character in particular you are fond of?
xD
Yes, there are few I'm fond of, and they are Abel, Matthiu, Dici, Gwen, and Tony.
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No love for Vincent and Kendro yet huh?
Good…
:ninja:
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No love for Vincent and Kendro yet huh?
Wait. Kendro I can understand….but how can anyone not love Vinnie-swan? :ninja:
By the way, I was wondering when were you planning to throw Chapter 2 my way, SHR? I can't recall if you were planning to send that to me separately, or bundle it with the next couple of chapters. I'm eager to read more (and proofread, of course~). ^^
a mood come alive.
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I guess I can send you chapter 2… in the near future.
And I'll edit the corrections soon K?
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Hey, finally got around to reading this whole thing (been busy with university) and I'll probably give a proper review later but I just wanted to mention that I enjoyed it! It seems as though we have a lot of similiar ideas, though. Especially with a child with blank eyes and huge destiny, though mine is a girl, has a different hair color, and from what I can tell, is more… sunny? ^^
More input to come.~
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Ty sir.
For the record… the chapter can be misleading about things to come.
Just Saiyan (tm).
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Good to see you continuing this. It's ironic because I'm nearly done with Spaghetti Western's first chapter and I was hoping to see other people bring stuff back. Bringing stuff back empowers me.
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@ Kitsune - when's that Western happening again?
@ Uncle - :< review as soon as u can plox.
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November 15th, 2010
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@ Uncle - :< review as soon as u can plox.
Oh, I will. When I'm done with the revisions to my own story (taking longer than I thought since I did some extensive note taking and I'm lazy) I'll get around to giving you a full review. I'll probably re-read your story before I do, though.
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@Uncle:
Oh, I will. When I'm done with the revisions to my own story (taking longer than I thought since I did some extensive note taking and I'm lazy) I'll get around to giving you a full review. I'll probably re-read your story before I do, though.
Welcome to my World chief.
Ever wanna do a collab?
I have an idea that resurfaced earlier this week and apparently it's the goods.
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Sure thing! Collabs have this weird ability to get me more motivated so just PM me the details whenever you're ready.
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Oooh, you should totally NaNoWriMo that shit.
Maybe.
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The idea is essentially a short story (and by short I mean MY version of short… so like 10-20 chapters) about a girl who essentially becomes the new Grim Reaper and does it for about 100 or so years (she's not very good at her job XD) and falls for the person who's eventually taking over her mantle.
Imagine Bleach with less Ichigo and more Kon.
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I would also consider that short. Actually, it sounds pretty interesting so I have to wonder how it would work. Do we alternate chapters and pass it back and forth? Are there other authors? Any guidelines? When do we start? Etc.
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@Uncle:
I would also consider that short. Actually, it sounds pretty interesting so I have to wonder how it would work. Do we alternate chapters and pass it back and forth?
I'd say we have a beginning and end set in stone then work the middle as you said.
Maybe even write chapters together and throw feedback at each other?
Are there other authors?
No, just me and you brother.
Any guidelines?
Only one…
Characters can't suck.
Everything else can fall along the lines as it goes.
Althou i Do have certain themes and naming schemes/parameters that have to be followed:
I.E. The afterworld is essentially a French Bureaucracy.
When do we start? Etc.
Crawl before we walk, write that review and I'll start thinking about this short story more clearly.
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I'd say we have a beginning and end set in stone then work the middle as you said.
Maybe even write chapters together and throw feedback at each other?
Sounds good to me. Depending on how long you want this to go on, maybe we should allow short periods between chapter releases for readers to get in and chip in some comments as well. If we have a strict deadline, though, then it won't be necessary.
No, just me and you brother.
Also sounds good. The less authors, the more likely it is for work to get done(?) Just wanted to get that cleared up so I could get to know the other authors if necessary. :ninja:
Only one…
Characters can't suck.
Everything else can fall along the lines as it goes.
Althou i Do have certain themes and naming schemes/parameters that have to be followed:
I.E. The afterworld is essentially a French Bureaucracy.
Ha ha, well there's one character in my story named "Damien Le Gard" which was French inspired so no worries on names there. I put in a lot of effort when it comes to naming characters. I've been lazy lately with my characterization but when I try it tends to get pretty good. Perhaps when I'm done editing my own story you could chip in and tell me whether or not my characterization is any good. =P
Crawl before we walk, write that review and I'll start thinking about this short story more clearly.
I respect your ability to negotiate.~
In that case, I'll attempt to get my revisions done tonight and then review your story Monday (leaving home for the weekend and won't have internet). I hope that's not too much waiting for you. =)
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@Uncle:
I respect your ability to negotiate.~
In that case, I'll attempt to get my revisions done tonight and then review your story Monday (leaving home for the weekend and won't have internet). I hope that's not too much waiting for you. =)
Sounds good.
I'll iron out the world/story/setting/naming conventions among other things and I'll give you a rundown of what's it going to be about essentially.
I hope you got a good funny bone, cuz it's meant to be Horror-Comedy more than anything.
Kon days on Bleach type horror-comedy if I were to use anything recent as an example.
Also… the title for this short story is:
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The two things I'm best at are omnious scenes and comedy so I'd say you picked the right guy. I've been doing a lot of research (reading other authors' work) for emotional scenes so I'd say I still have a ways to go in that regard, though.
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I'm a sucker for emotional scenes, so i'll take care of some of that.
But I have a funny bone and this IS meant to be funny.
Kind of like how WE would act when we finally die and find out the afterlife is just as bad if not worse type of deal.
in a humorous way thou xD
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This unholy alliance is creating a universal imbalance.
Don't think I'll sit idly by while you guys produce sweet music.
I must pick up my own slack to overcome you.
/end feelgood everybody works harder Bakuman chapter.
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I'm actually anticipating your Spaghetti Western Kitsune, so don't feel left out.
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I like the Samalian Kingdom and Tony. Vincent seems like a douche.
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Ohai der Captain.
xD Vincent's a douche in the beginning along with Kendro.
Also: can Baroque Works fly under the Omega flag as a subdivision?
V:
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Also: can Baroque Works fly under the Omega flag as a subdivision?
V:
I don't see why not.
I'm only on page 15. I have a short attention span.
Bubble and Azures are cool Samals are beastin' (pun intended). I will keep reading.
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I don't see why not.
I'm only on page 15. I have a short attention span.
Bubble and Azures are cool Samals are beastin' (pun intended). I will keep reading.
Ahh ok.
So you haven't seen Vincent being a REAL douche yet :V
Bubbles are so hard to explain in written form… I'd love to draw that shit out someday.
Azures > Bellies (lol I kid)
And yes... Samals > all
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Are they like disks, spheres or both. I picture translucent pokeball like technology with floaty stuff in it lava lamp style. How close am I?
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Are they like disks, spheres or both.
Both and all, they're pretty malleable.
I picture translucent pokeball like technology with floaty stuff in it lava lamp style. How close am I?
Close enough, also think of Saobondy Archipelago's bubbles and how they were used in different devices.
Essentially it's Elemental fusion and Bio-technology at it's finest.
Soft enough to be malleable, yet sturdy enough to be used in all situations.
If i could draw… i would have like 20 pages worth of examples, but I am artistically inept like a motherfucker.
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You should just draw really badly and scan some of here so some of the artists can get a feel of it and spin it into awesomeness.
By pokeball I meant that it expands not open like a chest.
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That's actually not a bad idea…
fears grabbing his sketch book one more time
You offering your sketching abilities Cap'n?
Cuz I'd LOVE some renditions of this technology if you get bored ;)
