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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:06 am
This is where I plan on keeping all of my meta updates. Or links to them if they're events.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 9:20 pm
The Discovery
Meta Happening
Rouge Remika was sitting in her chair on the bridge of the Samadueanna, taking a break from watching her kids to stare out at the worlds before her. All of the sudden her peace was interupted as Steve came running into the room, holding something.
"ROUGE! ROUGE! You've gotta read this!" he shouted, waving a newspaper over his head. It was a copy of the Tison Gazette, the newspaper produced from Tisoni Immortalis.
Taking the newspaper the woman looked at the headlines. "New Worlds found; Sykenah Splits! Threshons Cast Out! Mysterious Deaths in the Capital! The Gods...Alive?" she read aloud, eyes widening in shock.
"Recently, 2 new worlds were discovered near Metriyika. One of these two worlds was inhabitied by somewhat animalistic beings-cousins of Sykenans it is believed who seem to have dominion over Earth itself and over animals. For some time Sykenah has been having trouble with some of it's people who were in favor of the Old Gods. These people wished to join the outlands. However this did not happen and when this new world was discovered and made a part of the Outlands-it's residents seeming unwilling to join the mainland and saying that they honored only the true rulers of Tison-the Sykenans who wished to become outlanders moved there. This world is now being called Sukeina. The new residents there seem to be adapting well to the culture.
The other world that was found is believed to be a combination world. It's people resemble crosses between the Tribal Ecronians and the more civilized Deikains. This new realm is titled Dukata and is believed to be the realm that the goddess of change hailed from, not Deikain as was previously beleived." the first article read. So, Sykenah had split just as Faekynah had. And these new people governed both animals AND Earth meaning it was an Outlandish combination of Sykenah and Mekynah. But what did this mean?
Under the second heading was a similar story. "Previously the three realms of Air were split between the Outlands and Mainlands-with all but Threshon being Outlandish. Whyshons and Threshons who resided there were all male and controled storms. However recently their numbers have been dwindling as sexuality is not allowed there. After many young Wisons were sold into slavery crossing the border between the two worlds by accident, Aeshon declared Threshon no longer a part of the triumvarate. As of late young Whyshon males, who haven't migrated to Threshon, have been being born with complete storm powers instead of just wind powers. When this was discovered the realm of the winds was retitled the realm of Storms. Threshons have relocated Sykenah with the former Whyshons and Aeshon is now being shared by only two realms." Rouge was in shock at this. Wishon beings born with powers of full storms instead of just winds? Threshons kicked out? Well that bit was good, Threshons were cruel and nasty, but this was so strange!
The third heading was one to be expected, as she had been told by Sasha. "As of late, the death count in Tisoni Immortalis has been rising as it visitor count drops. These happenings began with the desctruction of The Great Tree in Gardien Heights. The massacre of this giant working place and the desecration of the temple at it's top were quite a shock to the people of the city. Prior to this only isolated incidents of Outlands being killed or sold into slavery happened. Now, no Outlander can even survive in the city for more then a day. Those living in the city and people who supported the Old Gods were even found slaughtered in their homes recently. No one is sure who or what is causing this but it is warned that Outlanders avoid the city in the future.
On a similar note, Tisoni Immortalis was recently dubbed Tisoni Detari-The Death of Tison-by people who live in the city. There has been a lot of talk of Metriyikans secretly working to build a new Tison Capital city. It is said that Jason Remika-brother to Rouge Remika, captain of the Samadueanna-is one of the people building this "new capital" Though these rumors have yet to be confirmed. Jason denies any talk of this creation." Rouge was a little saddened at the talk of deaths in the city but smiled when she read that her brother was working on the new capital. "Good old Jay. Remind me to call him up and ask if we can help."
The final article was the one Rouge wanted to read the most. "Years ago, before Jujike's rise in power, Tison was ruled by gods. When they were slain Jujike took over and signs of their existance vanished. Their temples were abandoned by most and those who supported them were cast into the outlands. But as of late, there have been strange signs that indicate that new gods-or the old ones-have been born.
In Ecron there is a temple to the fire god Deiyya. Upon his death the fires in that temple all went out-much to the horror of his people. However those fires have all started burning again-more brightly then before-and the people of Ecron have flocked to the temple to rejoice what they believe is the new coming of their lord.
In Nurika, the Ancient-a tree formerly from Faekynah that was once the home of the god of nature-has started to bear fruit once again as well as leaves. Also crops have been better then ever and the power gifted to them by the goddess of the harvest-to restore life to any of the beings under their power-has returned. Winged beings who have had their wings broken or destroyed have found themselves healed. People suffering from a recent plague have been cured and they say it was as if Kyindera herself had given them her seeds of life. Also some of Deveou, Dijenko and Dega's previously believed dead minions have started to reappear. Many more indicents have cropped up and it is believed that the gods are in fact alive or new ones have been born.
It is also a strange fact that Jujike's health has been destriorating more and more in the recent years and now almost the entire left side of his body is covered in a strange black diseased skin and it is begining to take the right side of his face. He is still unable to eat but still seems agile, alert and in a foul temper." Rouge was amazed. So, not only were the gods reborn but their power and influence had started to return as well. Strange yet also somewhat amazing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 11:47 am
In the middle of the night...
A small doglike boy with fluffy ears and a tufty tail lay happily in his sleeping box, nestled into a blanket. The box was under the kitchen table in the small home belonging to the Remika family. The kitchen had three doors in it-one that lead back towards the bedrooms, one that led outside towards the junkyard, and one that opened into the garage area that Jason used as a workshop.
Currently, said Remika, was in his workshop, a metal mask covering his face while he welded part of the outer shell of what he was building. He was attempting to be quiet so as not to disturb Jeffy, but the dog boy had gotten very used to noise. So used to it, in fact, that he didn't hear the outside door bursting open or the many boots stomping in towards the workshop area.
Jason, being hard at work, also didn't hear the boots. But when he felt a hand on his shoulder from the guard, the tall muscular man turned around rather quickly, ready to fight. The man behind him, along with his team , were members of Jujike's secret police, which meant Jason was quite lucky to have a blowtorch and a wrench in hand. Weilding the two like a master, he managed to take out part of the group.
However, Jujike was to be credited at least a little. He knew when he faced a powerful opponent and knew to send plenty of backup for his team. Jason Remika, afterall, was a member of the Obsdian Elite and was no pushover. It took half the team to restrain him, and a fourth of it to tend to all of the injuries and cleanup that needed to be done.
Jeffy woke up as they were dragging Jason from the house. He was well hidden in his box, being as no one knew or cared about the child apprentice. The mechanic however, had made sure to kick the boy's dinner bell as he was dragged past it-the only thing that'd wake Jeffy instantly. The child watched in shock as his mentor was taken off to who knows where.
As had been the instructions for if something like this happened, Jeffy laid low in his bed till he was sure they were gone. Jujike didn't bother leaving guards at Jason's house-no one really seemed to visit him much-so the child didn't have to wait very long. After the troops had gone for a while, he jumped up to call his big brother.
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It was early morning on the Samadueanna. Tan Pan Murica was sitting with her daughter, a spoon of applesauce being put into the baby's mouth. Feejhu was holding the child and grinning happily to see the child had liked the homemade sauce. Elena, Loraine and Nadine were in high chairs nearby, getting fed as well. Sasha was in the kitchen making breakfast with Ezhno leaning over his shoulder, attempting to be helpful.
The only people who weren't really involved with food yet were Steve and Rouge, who sat working on different puzzles in the paper-Rouge, the sudoku and Steve, the crossword. Rouge had started trying these after a recent trip to Gaia. So far she sucked at them but still it was worth a shot.
Quite suddenly, the almost silence was broken by the loud ringing of the phone. Steve's ears perked up, recognizing the ring, and he jumped up from his seat to get it.
"JAAAAAAAAY! WAZZU-Jeffy? Jeffy, what's wrong? Ho' shi-okay Jeffy, we'll come and get you, okay? Don't worry little bro, we'll be right there." Steve assured the child quickly and hung up the phone. His usually laid back expression was replaced with one of shock, horror and worry. "Rouge, we've got problems. Anna, set a course to Metriyika NOW! We need to pick up Jeffy!"
The blonde glanced at her friend. "What's wrong Steve?"
"They've taken Jason."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 11:55 am
 Continuation…
They came for him one winter’s night, arrested he was bound
They said there’d been a robbery, his pistol had been found
Jason Remika lay unconscious in the holding cell of an imperial cruiser. His hands were chained and his head showed evidence of quite a few bumps and bruises as well as a rather large gash just over his eye. It’d taken a lot to restrain him and even more to get him knocked out for transport. A large injection of sedatives to his neck had been what really got him. Now, Jason was chained to a wall and totally unable to stop himself from being taken to the Betrayer himself. The Metriyikan was renowned for being, among other things, the one in charge of building the new Tison capital city. Being in the Obsidian Elite, and brother to one of the head rebels also put a hell of a bounty on Jason’s head. And now, Jujike was going to make sure that this man was dealt with once and for all. That’d show those fools what happens to those who oppose him.
They marched him to the station house, he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock, he knew that he’d been wronged
Jason started to come to-though very lethargic and weak-as they arrived at the god’s Lolian palace. The mohawked mechanic went quietly with them, wanting mainly to just collapse against the wall of a cell and sleep for a bit at the moment. There wasn’t much Jason could do at this point to get out of Jujike’s clutches. He’d be dead one way or another so it was probably a good idea to just make the best of it.
Relaxing against a nearby wall he napped for a time, he wasn’t sure long. There was a jailer bringing food when he did awake though it wasn’t anything Jason intended to eat. A bit of honeyed bread and some “purified” water wasn’t worth his time to eat, especially if they were just going to kill him later anyway.
”You stand accused of robbery” he heard the bailiff say
He knew without an alibi, tomorrow’s light would mourn his freedom
“So what bogus charge is your asinine boss holding me on then? After all, he likes to have an excuse he can give the public so it doesn’t look like he just went out of his way to deal with me.” Jason barked his question at the guard. It was a young Lolian man with long blonde hair, an oversized pointy chin, bluish eyes, and a nose that Jason doubted he could see past.
“For stealing part of the outer hull of the Capital City of Tison, that’s what. It’s a crime punishable by death. After all, the city’s sacred land. But what would a piss poor, worthless outlander like you know about that?” the guard sniffed and went on his way, nose bumping into the top of the cell as he left.
Jason snickered and rolled onto his side. He hadn’t gotten any of his metal from the city itself being it was old and damaged, but it was definitely a nice excuse on Jujike’s part. He’d probably had his men take the part away to shock the Main Landers into being angry with Jason.
He knew that it would cost him dear, but yet he dare not say
Just where he’d been that fateful night, a secret it must stay.
It wasn’t for another several hours before the man was brought before Jujike. The former god of light sat upon his throne like it hurt his dainty little bottom or like he had hemorrhoids. His face had once been beautiful, Jason supposed, but it was now gaunt, sunken and half eaten by an inky black thing, which distorted his features even more.
Jujike’s face currently seemed to be trying to pull off a regally snide expression, and his posture was doing as much to help it as his face. Hands awkwardly placed upon the armrests of the stone seat and were holding to it with a white-knuckle grasp, while his one leg was crossed over the other. All in all he looked like he was trying to keep from jumping out of the chain and whining about his poor tushy or something.
Jason was forced to his knees on the floor before the god, but being as Jujike was short and Jason was anything but, he was practically at eye level with the redhead-something Jujike was NOT pleased about. Eyes darting back and forth, the Betrayer attempted to turn up his nose and look down at Jason…though that doesn’t work so well when you’ve got less nose then Michael Jackson and half of it is covered in ink.
“Jason Remika, I’ve heard much of you. And what I’ve heard does not please me.” The snaky man intoned, attempting to not stutter. “I have had you brought here so that you may account for your heinous rebellion and to see if you are willing to make amends. I can be forgiving with you, my dear, if you would only do some us. Some token of your loyalty.”
“To put it in simple words, since you’re a total dumbass,” Jason said, his lips curling into a snarl, “********. You. Does that answer your question?”
Jujike gave Jason an affronted look and then sniffed, turning away. “Fine then. GUARDS!” the redhead snapped his thin fingers, looking disgusted. “Deal with this traitor.”
Jason laughed loudly as the guards came to drag him off. “Do your worst, bitches.”
He tried to fight back tears of rage, his heart be like a drum
For with the wife of his best friend, he spent his final night of freedom
The mechanic was dragged into the center of the city so the public could watch him get tortured to death. Any who saw it said it was a most gruesome bloody scene. The people shouted out suggestions to the guards who sadistically did those things-suggestions such as cutting off his hands, since he was a mechanic. Any Outlanders who saw Jason though would say that he went out looking brave. The most emotion he’d shown was cringing with a mix between pain and rage as they cut off his hands.
When all was said and done, Jason Remika was still somewhat alive. Unconscious and barely dead, Jujike looked down at the once powerful man with a smug look upon his countenance. “Dispose of the body where no one may find it. Put it in the place where no Riosheika would go, just in case.” The god whispered darkly, as he walked away from the body. The guards did just that, not even bothering to bury the Metriyikan’s remains, just dumping it in the junk filled wasteland, among the wreckage of a once fantastic city.
Over the hills and far away, he swears he will return one day
As sure as the river meets the sea, back in her arms again he’ll be
Pain, and lots of it. A slight feeling of detachment from himself-most especially his limbs and a feeling of being very dirty and needing a bath. All of that hit a very foggy minded man as he blearily lifted his head a bit, feeling a bit of a migraine coming on. The first thing he tried to do after that was open his eyes and get a look at where the hell he was.
About that point is when he found he wasn’t able to open his eyes. One would open, fully and completely, but for some reason, he couldn’t for the life of him make the other one work. He tried to close the working eye to see if he could maybe force himself to look out of the other one. Strangely, though he couldn’t remember opening it, he was able to see out of this eye-and what he saw made him almost jump. Everything was red like he was looking through the scope on a sniper rifle. He saw the inverted images of piles of who knows what on the horizon and a funny shape before him. Opening his other eye with a start, the man saw something before him.
Highlighted against the strange shapes he saw a little girl with long white-blonde hair, pale skin, fuzzy legs that bore golden hooves, and large white wings. Half of her face, he saw briefly, and her one arm, were mutated by that same inky darkness that coated part of Jujike’s body. But unlike the evil god, her darkness had taken on a cybernetic look almost, being dark blue instead of black, with glow green lines and orbs upon it. Like there was more power in this little girl then there would ever be in Jujike. Upon seeing the man awake, she looked scaredly at him, out of her green tinted eye and her large golden one, and bolted.
Shaking his head slightly and wondering just what was going on, the man attempted to right himself, and for the first time realized that he didn’t have any hands to do that with. Well he did…or at least seemed to, but his nerves weren’t quite used to being attached to them. Raising the hand he wasn’t using to support himself up, he flexed the fingers. Much to his astonishment, from his wrist down on that arm seemed to be deeply tanned skin, but from there up, it meshed over a large metal hand. Starring at it, he wondered how he’d gotten into this situation. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was or what he was doing there exactly, but as far as he knew, normal people did not have big metal hands or sniper scope eyes. Right now, however, he was too tired to think on that. So he did just what he thought would be the best plan-he flopped back down and went to sleep. song is Over the Hills and Far Away by Gary Moore
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:04 pm
Meta...?
It was a cool evening within the marshes of Lunica. An old woman sat before a fireplace, darning socks while a stew pleasantly boiled inside of a large cauldron. Her chair rocked softly back and forth while she hummed a tune long forgotten to the world as a whole. The socks belonged to the two little girls, whom lay asleep upon her rug.
One of the two was a reptilian child with flowers upon her head, the other a rather fuzzy, bunny-like girl with large ears and a fluffy tail. The two girls, in their neat little dresses, lay curled together, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. Granny smiled as she looked over her two little angels. Well, “angels” wasn’t quite the right word, really. “Goddesses” would be the proper term for them. Reborn Goddesses. But for now, they were Granny’s little ones, and she’d do her best to care for them.
The marshes were quiet at night, the only sounds being of nocturnal animals, the occasional stray Fang, and the bubbling of the swamp. However, this night held an eerie chill, and a strange feeling rattled Granny’s old bones, causing her to look up worriedly, and draw her shawl closer about her shoulders.
It was about that time that the door, quite suddenly, slammed open. 15 or so of Jujike’s Imperial Guards stood there, the captain of which had just kicked in the old woman’s front door and disrupted the calm. Instantly the twin girls were startled awake, rushing to hide under their Caretaker’s skirts as they saw the strange men. Granny stood up slowly and stared upon these newcomers through her half squinted eyes.
“Granddame Ettaine, you are under-arrest. You shall come with us, immediately, to be tried for your crimes against the Galaxy of Tison.” The man barked, his soldiers entering the small tower room and drawing their weapons.
Granny blinked a few times, slowly, and looked upon the young guards. “What is it that I have been charged with?” she asked softly.
“For aiding and abating the fugitives crew of the Samadueanna, for conspiring against Lord Jujike, for assisting the radical group The Obsidian Elite, for harboring terrorists, and most of all, for hiding two of several weapons that are said to be in preparation for the destruction of Lord Jujike.” The man read loudly, from the scroll in his hands.
“Now, now, these are heavy charges to put upon an old woman. I merely care for abandoned children, and teach them healing magic, that is all.” She said softly, lifting her cane from beside the rocker, leaning upon it for support.
“You lie! You are Lucritia Ettaine, former consort to at least five of the Old Gods, including-but not limited to-Lord Deyin Deshka, Lord Kazati Kahein, Lord Dreik Gemyma, and Lord Kevashi the first! You are also said to be the eldest daughter of Lady Asuka of the Creators!” one of the guards shouted, his impertinent tongue earning him a glare from his commander, through the black helmets they wore over their noses and eyes.
“You flatter me, dear child. I am not but an old spinster living out my days in the marshes and assisting the children that are put into my care. Dame Ettaine died many a decade ago, long before the fall of the Old Gods. Now, as it has been ascertained that I have done naught of the crimes for which I am charged, I request you please leave my house and put my door back into it’s proper place. Tis a chilly night, and the children might catch cold should you keep it open.”
The younger soldiers seemed inclined to believe her, for no woman so wizened and tired as this could have once been one of the most beautiful mortals to walk the worlds, whom had brought several of the most powerful Gods to their knees with her charm and grace. The commander, on the other hand, knew well of Lucritia’s tale and why it was that she had hidden away in the marshes, given up her youth, as well as her striking beauty.
“Old woman, do not play games with us, or we shall have to resort to taking you-and the children- with us by force!” he barked, trying to keep command of the situation.
“Oh dear. If you must be so rude, then child, I shall have to deal with you through less then gentle means.” Granny said softly, and in one surprisingly swift motion for one of her years, she had lifted the cauldron of stew with her cane and tossed it’s contents upon the boys, having it’s heavy container falling upon the commander lastly. The guards, were now suitably distracted, so Granny-taking hold of the two little girls she was charged to care for-rushed down her trapdoor, and into the basement.
The children frightenedly ran after the old woman, tripping somewhat over their shoes and dresses. But it was not long before all three were at the hidden back door to her tower. The girls looked in wide-eyed horror upon their Guardian as she quickly grabbed her emergency food basket and handed it to them, before rushing the two to the entrance to her secret escape tunnel.
“Now you take this girls and run as fast as you can. Hide in the marshes like I taught you, and follow the old secret road to Uncle Bog’s house. He’ll take good care of you, and help find you somewhere safe to stay.” The old woman told them, in hurried, hushed tones.
“But Granny, what about you?” sobbed the rabbit-girl.
“Yes Granny, where will you go?” her sister asked, worriedly.
“I have many friends with whom I may hide. Don’t trouble yourselves for me. I did not get to my age without learning how to keep myself alive. You just worry about getting safely to Uncle Bog’s without being seen, and tell him what happened.” And with that, the two little girls, basket in hands, were pushed into the escape tunnel and were sliding-holding onto each other and their basket for their dear lives, fearing that if they dared scream, they’d be found out. Quickly looking back as they fell, they saw a glimpse of the old woman grabbing her magic book and her traveling cloak, before everything went dark. That was the last the goddesses saw of their loving guardian. They now had to look forward, and be prepared to brave a tough journey to safety.
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Arlguin “Bog” Fenmoore, a green skinned man in his mid-thirties, sat cleaning the meat of an allidile, as the hide stretched upon the wall of his teepee. The fangs lay beside him, in a small vat of shining liquid. He’d been planning on making them into earrings and a necklace for a rather reptilian child who liked to pester him. The hermit had expected a visit from them for the past several days, yet there’d been no sign or word from their Guardian. Arlguin had actually begun to worry about Granny Ettaine and the girls who lived in Lulibloom Tower.
It was that morning that he heard a rustling and scrapping outside of his cabin that was unfamiliar in these parts. No wild beast dared come near Arlguin Fenmoore’s hut, let alone make that much noise. And no flora nor fauna companion of his made those sorts of strange noises. So it was that he rose to go outside and investigate. There he found quite a sight to behold.
Two rather mussed and grimy children, whom normally looked immaculate, sat clinging to eachother, attempting to warm themselves in front of the fireplace in front of his house. Scraped up and soaking wet, both of the girls seemed worse for wear, and terrified out of their wits. Gently, the hermit knelt and helped them up.
“All right small ones, what happened to Granny, and why might you be in front of my hut all alone and scared?” he asked, in that froggy voice of his.
One long, and somewhat confusing story later, the little girls sat beside the fire, wrapped in blankets, while Arlguin did something he utterly hated to do-dressed to go visit some of the more…civil of people he knew. As he was a hermit, the man lived in a swamp and tended to let himself go appearancewise. The old woman had been living in the wetlands longer then he had, so she had the right to occasionally come with her brood to “bother” him and make sure he was doing okay. Now leaving his swamp to go and talk to family or “friends” was a huge bother, but the time called for it. He had to get the girls to safety, and so his personal preference would just have to wait. Anyway, he didn’t have to clean up too much. He was just dropping them off, afterall.
So, soon as he’d gotten his old black hat, cloak, and tattered boots on, he grabbed his walking stick and called for the girls to join him. And with that they were off.. Off to find who, it’s not entirely sure. His brother maybe, or the Samadueanna. Or maybe even Dartsmoore. Whomever it was, they would be in charge of finding the girls a suitable, and safe, new home.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:51 pm
The Plot Thickens
It had been some time that Jujike was ruling Tison. His goons were sent in legions to deal with those he was told were child gods, only to arrive too late to the scene. But, though Jujike was the final authority, so it was said, and his name was used, the man had not been truly involved so much for a while.
Shortly after dealing with Jason Remika, as he was instructed, Jujike fell severely ill. The darkness which held control over his body had been slowly sapping at his energy for years. After losing most of it's true power to an attempt at gaining a new body, the darkness had to feed more on Jujike's lifeforce then it previously had.
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This drained the god more than ever before and after using his power to divine the locations of the hidden gods in Tison, he was bedridden. He and the dark force decided to bring to council another whom might be able to restore the Dark One's previous power and maybe heal Jujike's dying body. Or at least give him a replacement body and dispose of this one.
There was a soft shuffling of feet that announced the presence of those summoned to Jujike's side, his higher ranking aids coming as quickly as they could when called. The small group of those closest to the God bow deeply before him. The one who was in charge of the group was the only one to speak, lifting his gaze before asking, "You summoned us, Lord Jujike? How may we be of aid to you?"
"I need you...to venture...secretly...to a place within the Outer Reaches...There you will find...what looks like...giant floating crator...when you get closer you will see...tis a castle...." the god intoned inbetween bouts of violent coughing, "tell them Morei....seeks their aid..." he asked, a slightly wild look in his mismatched, sunken face, as blood dripped down his cheek.
(slight background info: the Dahi live upon a giant semi-flat landmass which floats in a semi circle around the gateway towards all other galaxies outside of Tison. The Outer Reaches is the other end, farther into the galaxy, and it's the home to the more powerful beings and such)
The man gave another bow of his head as he went over that information in his head, the place they were to go to was the home of some powerful beings but if it were what their Lord asked of them one couldn't refuse especially given his condition. One didn't really refuse requests of Lord especially when he looked to be upon his death bed. If it were possible to aid Jujike he was ready to venture out that far for him.
"Of course My Lord, we will set out as soon as possible." He said, reaching out to carefully, gently wipe the blood away from Jujike's cheek with the sleeve of his robe as if it would help Jujike regain some of his former beauty.
Jujike smiled softly, the look upon half of his face seeming to be a shadow of what had once been one of the most charming men in Tison. "Thank you. Your Loyalty is more then I deserve at this point."
"I can only hope that we will be able to move quickly enough to of some help." Some may see Jujike as a bad man but those closest to him were blind to it, their loyalty enough to keep them doing exactly what he asked of them no matter who suffered for it. To see Jujike smile even if it were a weak one was enough to cement the desire to do his bidding in the mind of his lead aid.
It was soon after that the team was on their mission. The Outer Reaches were rather cold and held an eerie feel to them. This eerie feel was intensified as they approached the castle. It seemed to be covered over by a hazy purple mist, and a forbidding air.
The group did as they were told for their loyalties to their ruler though the farther out they went the more it started to weigh on them that where they were going was dangerous territory, the castle seemed to have an aura around it that said to stay away. Some of the group hesitated but their leader never falter for even a step, he didn't look back at those dragging their feet as he walked toward the misty castle.
The door was a gigantic black mass, and a voice echoed from it, a sickly sweet, tempting voice. "What brings youuuuuu darling gentlemen to myyyyyyyy neck of the woods."
The man gave a little shiver as the voice moved over him, seeming to sweet for its own good which caused him to falter for a step before he kept going and until he was just before the massive door that had opened up and bowed low, "We come here on orders from our Lord, he says to give you the message that 'Morei seeks your aid'." He said, saying the words exactly how he'd been told to say them.
The voice laughed loudly, a strangely sickening laugh, like a sadist who has just blown up an orphanage. "Oh dooooooooo come in theeeeen." this voice laughed, and as they stared ahead, the black mass of door swirled and spun, spiraled and turned. And soon after, there before them was a large tunnel and in the entrance to it, a cloaked woman stood, her body half shadowed by the hood and
by the tunnel. What was visible were long pale gold tresses that loosely curled in such a beautiful way to frame what was able to be seen of her soft pale face. One crystalline blue eye looked them over and she smiled gently.
"Welcomeeeee to our humbleeee abooooooode."
The man didn't hesitate as he started forward even if there was a whisper in the back of his mind that this could be dangerous. He was so close he couldn't turn back now, "We are most grateful you have listened to our words My Lady." He said, as he approached her, kneeling down before her. He was certain that she must be someone great if Jujike would send them to her for aid so he wouldn't risk her ire.
Smirking slightly, hidden behind her shadows, the woman grinned. "Weeeeee shall consult Moooooother on thiiiiiiiis. Followw." her entrancing voice and slender, curvy figure, seemed to be drawing them further into the depths of the castle.
Deep inside, as far as they were taken, there was a throne. Upon that throne sat a figure, swathed in cloak moreso than the woman they followed. Quickly their guide began to speak in a foreign tongue, something like a cross between hisses, croaks and chirps. A few screeches from this figure and the woman turned back to them.
"Your meeeeeeeen shall wait here, Mother says, to ensuuuuuuure my safe retuuuuuuurn. You shall escooooooort me to your Loooooord Jujiiiiike and I shall....free him of his present...condition." she said smoothly, pulling her cloak closer about her shoulders.
His eyes widened slightly before he looked over at the men who had followed him here, they had to stay behind? He felt a moment of being unsure about the idea before he gave a nod,
"Yes, they are willing to wait here if it means helping our Lord." He said, speaking for them even though it may not exactly be true. The group may not be so fine with the idea of waiting in a foreign land, in an imposing castle, with cloaked people but HE was willing to leave them here for the benefit of their Lord.
"I will accompany you back then, the faster the better as My Lord is suffering." He said, looking back in the direction they had come from.
A dark armored soldier or two appeared from the shadows, ushering the rest of the group away. "They shaaaaaaaall be taaaaaaaaken to their...rooooooooms. Noooooooow. Lead me to your...shiiiiiiiip."
The man nodded, bowed the figured on the throne before turning and hurried off in the direction of the ship. The faster they got back the better in his mind, that meant the sooner that she could be able to help his Lord. A smile graced the aid's lips as he thought about seeing Jujike rise to former glory once more.
When they'd arrived at Jujike's side once more, his condition had drastically worsened. Looking up, both of his eyes widened as the woman entered. "I-Iramei?" the soft voice of the god asked.
"No, dear brother," she laughed, that sadistic sound filling the room once more, "Andalucia."
As the name fell from her lips, the woman drew down her hood. The majority of her body, especially her face, was taken over by the darkness. However, unlike with Jujike, her soft features didn't appear marred and distorted by it.
"Mother is quite disappointed in you, Morei. Quite disappointed indeed. She forgave you and restored you when you failed us in Akuteka, and again with the Babe goddess. Now you wish us to save you and your foolishly chosen host? Our Mother has sent me to tell you that her TRUE son, her TRUE heir awaits her in the Outlands. And I, dear brother, am to dispose of the abomination that was once my failure of a kinsman." as she spoke, her hand rose-now appearing horridly clawed-and yanked out the half black mass which had been Jujike's heart and took on her true form.
This form was that of a great, disgusting harpy, which did then round on the onlookers and slaughtered everyone of them, save for the aid, just as her mother's soldiers had slaughtered the other aids once they'd departed the castle.
"Noooooow, you serve meeeeeeee, got it? I have cuuuuuuuured your precious Jujike of his ailment! Ye shall seeeeeee!" her sickly sweet voice now becoming an evil screech.
From the bed, the bleeding man, his eyes going out of focus every second, spoke softly. "mother.....how could you...do this to me..." and with those words, the body of the god melted into what appeared to melt into ink, which quickly became smoke. Now all that was left of the god was his garments, personal effects, and his affect on Tison.
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