Welcome to Gaia! ::

((just to clarify, the smaller the # of the fleet, the stronger the general. So when you guys begin to reach the final ten fleets, expect some real harsh competition))

((Get a map, and look back a couple pages you lazy bum pirate ))

((LMFAO *agrees with Jaymison*))

Suddenly a llama fell from the sky.

Those who truly knew Raphael, truly were his friends, knew that his temple was on the inside of the moon and not on the outside; due to the tendency of Mortals to be curious about things they should not be. The entrance on the outside of the moon was there for two reasons: to deter the curious and entrap Raphael's enemies.


A small light came forth from the cracks of the door as Zarrius knocked and bathed him from head to toe. Although brief, the light served a purpose: To determine who or what was knocking and the appropriate response. If Mortal or of low power-level, the Alchemical-Artifical-Intelligence would simply erase memories and send the knocker on his merry way, leaving no one the wiser as to what that they had witnessed. However, if the AAI had determine the knocker was of moderate to powerful power levels, then it had an appropriate response.


Fortunately for Zarrius, he was determined by the AAI not to be of a low power level. Unfortunately, that meant he was about to receive the appropriate response. The doors flew open, and revealed nothing but a deep, depthless blackness and demure darkness. As Zarrius stared in, a small light began to shine from about 1 feet into the doorway. Upon closer examination, this light was a small circle, with many inscriptions bound within it. As Zarrius examined it closer, the light from the circle grew to a blinding ray, as a beam of Raw Energy blasted forth, engulfing the whole door way and whatever happened to be standing infront of it.


Between the time when the beam went off and Zarrius' actions, Zarrius would be able to note one thing from the light of the beam: The circle was inscribed upon a solid wall of rock, that led to nowhere. As the beam finished up, the doors closed and waited for the next curious knocker.

Zarrius was not greeted with a warm welcome, but a cold darkening of the lights. As he stepped into the long forgotten temple, all light, including whatever Zarrius produced, seemed to be absorbed by the narrow hall. The AAI of the Temple was hoping that intimidation tactics would work well against Zarrius, before the need for serious force arised.


However, the AAI being of moderate intelligence by Raphael's standards, was smart enough to know that such tactics did not always work. Just before Zarrius was cast into pitch darkness by the temple absorbing all light, he would notice one thing: a stairwell about 30 feet ahead of him, leading down, that seemed to be the source of all the light absorption. What he would not notice, about 20 yards down the stairwell, was a 50 yard gap in the stairs, created by the AAI. This gap was made of sheer darkness and Anti-Matter, and only one of the deterrents the AAI had at it's disposal. Any thing that would fall into this, would not come out, for it would cease to have ever existed.

Off in some barren wasteland, where the trees laid dead. Lifelessly standing without a single breeze to brush upon their withering branches. There kneeling down was Dom, this time alone for some reason. He had two of his fingers touching the ground as he looked off into the distance. "Where are you hiding Raam...", he said. He was seeking his former comrade for much needed assistance on a certain matter that needed to be taken care of as well as full filling his and An's mission given to them by none other than Sera himself.