The Warmakers

[skycamefalling]

Sharp needles pricked at Clash's fingers from the heat of Verev's gouged eyes. Two hands closed around his neck and he let out a grunt. The roar of flames consumed his senses next as the Phoenix Warrior's mouth cannon cooked his head for five seconds. The gash on his brow cauterized, hair sizzling on his skull, eyes like two pits of soot, his fingers slipped from Verev's eyes and his grimy head fell forward languidly.

[Vintrict]

When the fire breath ceased to come from his maws, he watched as the strength left the fingers that were digging into his eyes and soon fall away. Following it was a sight Verev was a bit shocked to see: the man's head hanging. Verev clearly knew what this meant, having him throw the man's body right off him and onto the ground to his right. The Phoenix leader sat up, his right hand coming to his face while he closed his eyes, taking this moment to recuperate from the short, but brutal fight that had taken place. His and his opponent's blood that were mixed on his face is smeared away by the sliding hand, Verev's eyes opening. They blink several times, attempting to get rid of the etching pain that was caused by the eye gouge. He would need medical aid, but he could still see, despite the blurry distortions at the edge of his range of vision. It wasn't everyday you got someone's fingers in your eyes.

Standing to his feet, his right hand reached behind his cape, removing a large horn that looked to have been ripped from some minotaur's head. Orange tassels dangled from its slender end as it is brought to his mouth, air flowing through it to produce a large raining roar of its tuba-like tone. Birds flew and animals ran as the noise spread across the land. Eventually, a small rumble came from the ground, rocks starting to shake upon their rests, and the branches of trees swaying to a growing quake. It took a moment until the trees gave way to something bigger tearing through them, a large vehicle that rivaled the size of two elephants in height. The bulky appearance was easily able to run over the trees that have long been in the soil of this forest. About six of them were moving through the land, entering into the scape for the sake of sieging the entire place.

Phoenix Warriors began to file out of these large mechanisms, wearing their red armors of yellow rims, the symbol of the Phoenix on the chestplates and/or clothing of each. Quickly they were spreading out, cutting through oppositions and marking land. The one vehicle that pulled up nearby would come to a stop directly before the site where the battle took place, Verev standing triumphantly with a red-painted face. His men moved out, though one of them stood out from the rest as his cape of crimson flowed behind him. The man looked to be 6 ft in height, though his face was slim and colored in black. In truth, he was a drow, his white long hair flowing behind him as he walked up to his superior, dark blue eyes steady in obedience.

"Sir Verev," the man spoke, bowing in respect. "I see that you have claimed another land for us."

Three men in red robes with red coifs on their heads ran up to the large leader, forcing him to sit down on the remains of the T Rex he ate from, already treating at his face with many medical sedatives. But while they did that, he sat there as if it was nothing, despite the stinging pain he got from the application of the wound cleansers.

Verev replied to the drow: "It's not much of a land from what it use to be." He spit some blood to his right before he continued to talk, cotton dabbing at his wounds by the medics. "From what I read on this place, it use to be the famous guild called the Warmakers. They thrived in the passion of fighting. That I knew. However, it is nothing but ruins now. The only survivor seemed to be that man."

He nodded his head toward the fallen Clash. He spread his arms to move the men away, standing to his feet as he walked over to the proclaimed owner. "If the Warmakers were as vicious as he, then it would have been a lot more difficult to claim such a place. But, he could not stand up to the power of the Phoenix. General Killoth. Imprison this man at once. Do not kill him yet."

"Yes, sir," the drow spoke, pointing to have four men run over. They quickly bind the man's wrists and ankles with strange blue rope that seemed to sparkle. This rope was part of a material called Sparkling Rock, a piece of radiant rare material from the earth that sucked away at the energy of anything that touched it. In a sense, if Clash ever woke up, he would feel as if he didn't have control over his arms or legs anymore, which was the result of the leeching power of the synthetic rope. They then proceeded to carry him to his barred cell, which existed in the current semi dungeon within the large vehicle that drove through his forest. It was a small cell, walled on all sides other than one, which was a standard bar wall. He would be thrown into the cold metal of this room, his body still within the grasp of the Sparkling Rope, and left to his own accords.

Verev's right hand opened as a ten foot pole spawned from a wisp of flames, followed by a yellow flag flapping in the wind, the red-orange smybol of the Phoenix flowing upon it. He raised it up as he shouted: "I claim this land in the name of the Phoenix Warriors!"

And with a thrust of the end into the ground, the land was marked, his men cheering about him in a mighty roar. Invasion successful.

[skycamefalling]

Clash rolled away in the dirt, face obscured by ash and blood that was still drying on his neck. He lay there, limbs askew, as the invading force staked out the land for their own, the first successful occupation of Warmaker territory.

His unconscious face was expressionless as they bound his limbs and tossed him into a mobile cell. They'd have his broken land, for now.

[skycamefalling]

Some time later. . . .

He came to in the cell, naked, lying in a pool of his own blood. Everything lay in darkness. He struggled to stand but his limbs refused to move the way he wanted them to; they were bound by some type of energetic rope that jabbed his extremities with icy daggers. He twitched. His face and right arm hurt especially.

He rolled onto his stomach, entire body quaking as he fought against himself to curl his knees and elbows under him. Pushing off his sizzled hair, he bounced himself upward, managing to rock back onto the balls of his feet. His knees trembled. He began to lose his balance; he couldn't stand. "I won't accept it."

He raised his bound hands, straightened all the fingers of his right, and drove the knife hand down into his left ankle above the material binding it. Sinew split, bone cracked, and his severed foot twisted under his leg. He stifled a grunt.

His left leg spread out from the right; he supported himself with the stump. Blood pooled on the floor. He tilted his head back, growling at the roof. Bound hands rose, fingertips sliding over his grime-streaked face. His eyes were gone.

With a gimp, he started forward behind the bars. The entire cell shook with every stomp in spite of the sparkling rope sapping at his energy. His frame exuded a deep crimson light that steeped everything in its subdued glow. "I don't need the help of others even to die and return to Heaven!"

He began to spread his hands. Muscle bulged, straining against the rope binding his wrists. With the snap of tendons, he tore his arms apart and extended them to the sky. His shackles were still absorbing something, but they seemed unable to compensate for the flux of energy pouring out of his entire being. Something white flashed around him, flickering, turning the cell into a burning hot mass. Rays ripped out through the bars, shredding the environment outside.

Punch the Sky

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"UUUUAHHHRRNNN--" Both hands plunged into his chest. Thin lances of energy crackled around him, and then he thrust his bleeding right fist into the sky. His aura came to a point and blasted through the roof, striking up into the heavens as a cone-like whirlwind.

He speared himself skyward.

All that remained was his body, standing there beneath the ragged-edged hole through the metal roof. His shadowed pits for eyes stared forward. Black flecks of hair hung over a soot-covered brow and an expressionless, thick-jawed countenance, his right fist still punched into the air.

[BlackKnightMemory]

All was quiet in the wastelands.
Even the wind was absent. All tumbleweeds had halted.
It seemed as if time as a whole had stopped at the old Warmakers base.
The only present sound was a distinct hum with a distorted edge. It buzzed through Knight's ears. Guiding him. Like a siren.
Knight walked on through the desert as he had always walked. Calm, and silent. Collected. A forest shimmered about a mile ahead. If he was any foreigner, he would have assumed it to be a mirage. But Knight was no foreigner. Not to these lands.
Knight reached the forest's edge, and stopped. The hum began to grow steadily louder until it became painful to his ears. He didnt falter. And the humming subsided. In the midst of the trees, only a yard away there was a truck. From this vantage it was too dark to see what was inside. But any man, roont or not, could take a wild shot at what was inside. Blood pooled under the truck, and dripped from between the bars of what seemed to be a holding cell.
SPLIT...SPLIT...SPLIT......
Knight remembered years ago this same month when he and a certain warrior were held prisoner in a variety of trucks just like this one.
However a little bit of fire and gasoline took care of that problem.
Werent they above the sewers then? At this same location?
Knight couldnt be sure. Time didnt make much sense anymore.
Life passed like a dream.
Knight walked in front of the bars of the truck, standing before the pool of blood and took a moment of silence to remember one of the greatest warriors he had ever known. And ever would.
A warrior who went out by his own means, with his fist in the air.
It was here also, that Knight found his blade, Scourge.
Or it found him perhaps, in the makeshift armory.
Knight drew his beloved black longsword, and thrust it into the air, to reflect the suns beam in every direction.
He then got on one knee, head bent, and thrust the sword into the ground, in a pool of blood. And left it there.
Knight then gave the warrior one last glance.
"Goodbye....Clash Kiddick"
And then walked back from whence he came, smiling.

[Vintrict]

The destructive power that came from the truck had well caught the eyes and ears of those nearby, including the general himself. Their leader, Verev, had long been gone, off to return to his home for a bit of rest before he set out for another guild. Killoth and his men rushed to the site, only to see a half destroyed vehicle where they imprisoned the defeated enemy. They quickly thought that he had found a way out, when surprisingly, they found him still standing there with his arm raised to the sky, as if he had tried to get out of this place using the last remaining of his life force.

The drow stared intently at his standing body until he was finally able to conclude it. "He's dead. But...what the hell was he trying to do?"

Then he caught the sight of a black longsword dug into the ground near where he stood. He did not remember the man coming in here with the thing, not knowing that another had come and placed it there himself. Killoth walked over and had his right hand grip around the pommel of the blade before pulling it out and looking it over. Looking back at the standing man, he then gave a smirk, swinging his arm for everyone to get back to work on the land.

"What should we do," asked one of his men.

"Burn the corpse."

Suddenly, the drow grabbed the man's neck with his left hand and suddenly threw him by it into the air with strength uncommon for a drow. Opening his left hand toward the aerial body, flames birthed into existence around the appendage before he shot a large stream of flames in the direction of it. However, instead of the brilliant colors of red and orange, this fire instead was of the monochromatic gray hues, catching the body and engulfing it in the flames of shadow and brimstone. By the time it was done, no body fell from the sky. Instead, nothing of it was left when the power ceased from his hand, the drow turning around and walking back to his base.

Construction continued, ruins being washed away and other things. What was strange of this all was that instead of the golems on the land retaliating, they were instead helping them. They didn't know why, but they weren't going to ask questions, concluding that the golems only existed for the sake of tending to the land as eternal servants.

[Vintrict]

((Bumping cause I'm cool and stuff. Plus, doing a update post of the building of this new base soon. Haha, the Phoenix Warrior empire grows. twisted ))

[Vintrict]

Two Months Later

The land of the Warmakers was rebuilt, but in the image of the Phoenix Warrior's pride. Much of the forested areas remained, but not without a modern structure located within them. The mighty prehistoric dinosaurs that lived in this land were tamed with an iron fist, no longer the free animals or the kings of the land that they once were. Instead, they were now mere cattle and military resources to the Phoenix Warrior's. The more gentle dinosaurs were tasked with minor tasks, but the more vicious carnivores of the dinosaur kingdom were given a more on-the-field purpose. They were trained everyday to see their masters as their masters and anyone else as just another feast to rip apart. From the mighty T-Rex to the human-sized vicious velociraptors, this force became known as the Jurassic Death Force, or JDF.

Aside from this new addition to the Warriors, they gained a lot of things from making this land into their own. A sturdy fortress, golems who never ran out of energy, and a few resources to further make new weapons and equipment. If they wanted, they could make this place their new HQ and conquer the world just from it.

[Inside the Main Warmaker's Base]

General Killoth was seated in his office, the drow looking over reports of what was currently happening upon this land. He held a small smirk of accomplishment, happy to see that their army was finally growing to the necessary size needed to conquer a large part of the world. It was ambition that was only bound by the limits of this world, and this world's limits were nearly limitless. Such a scale made the drow glad that he was part of history in the making, his heart raising in rate, causing him to place his hand gracefully onto his chest to show a mocking sign of how excited he was.

And lying upon the wall behind his seat, high near the ceiling, was the sword that was left behind on the day Clash committed some form of suicide. It was a monument to the conquer of this land and the defeat of its former leader. To Killoth, proof of his kill.

[Kakkiroth Avonej]

(( Can someone inform me of the current going ons in here? I wanna get in on it, again, here, but I'm too damn lazy to do a bunch of reading. Can someone send me a summery, in other words? XD ))

[Ebag The II]

[I just got bored and looked at Clash's posts and I find the old Warmakers. Ha.]

[Hellgrim02]

*Under the ground of the forest, a new being emerges. Suddenly awakend for unknown reasons, the being slowly comes together. Liquid metal seeps outta the ground near a dirt spot in the forest, under collapesed trees. The liquid metal puddles and then begins to take human shape. Once the liquid metal forms, solidfies, and takes it's needed shape, the being is fully aware and in it's normal form. Coming outta the collapsed trees, a human form is revealed. This being neither man or machine, flesh or metal, organs or circuits, but the perfect blend of the two. His appeance is of a 5'9" tall tan skin man, with neon green eyes and black semi-long hair that's slicked back. His body appears to have tone muscles, the skin, moves and looks like normal human flesh, but at the same time, it has indention lines that would make it look like it's the seams between metal panels. As far as what it wears, for now it covers it self with a simple black wetsuit, debating later what to wear, scaning his enviorment to find where he is.* Hmmmm, can't seem to pick up ANY kinds of electric signals, a primative world, or a ruined world?.....

[Zzcool_guyzZ1994]

i used to walk around in boxers. dramallama

[irainbowwisher]

is that suppose to make laghs?-_-'
lol.^^

[myx123456789]

ahmm...

[Caged Lion]

bow wow wow!