 Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 1:28 pm
 In the beginningxxxxApart from the occassional pirate attack, things were peaceful. The Royal Naval Fleet patroled the waters calmly and decisively, and the islands were in harmony with each other.
Then the Psychics started appearing.
People coming from the darkest holes on every island across the globe claimed to be in touch with a different plane of exsistance, able to see death and destruction in the near future. They disappeared almost as fast as they'd come, leaving one by one with a solitary warning:
"Beware... The wrath of Nero Djimon is upon ye, mortals."
With the last Psychic gone, well... the s**t hit the fan.The Day of Great BloodxxxxAs the final Psychic's cackle echoed into silence, the sky grew darker, a violent shade of red seeping to every corner of the world. The clouds gathered, lightning crashing into the sea seeking out water regardless of what might be in the way. With one enormous clap of thunder, the sky tore itself in two, a gaping fissure miles wide and unfathomly deep. Through the blood red darkness formed a shape, something huge and threatening coming straight at the earth. Something akin to a giant convoy suddenly broke through the opening of the fissure, raining dozens of demonic forces down on the people. Witches on broomsticks soared around howling in devilish glee at the terrified humans; warlocks floating on their own with their faces cloaked stood as guards to a chariot at the center of the convoy. A hidious cyclops was at the reins of skeletal bears, and sitting behind him on a high-backed throne was what looking like an enormously muscled man. He must have been more than ten feet tall, sitting laid back in his throne with a grin of evil intent. The chariot flew to a halt and the man stood, silencing all the witches instantly. Looking around at the humans below him, his smile only widened.
"Pitiful mortals!" His voice boomed, sound waves rippling around the globe like water. In a pleasant British accent, no less. (Think... Gary Oldman, only more evil. Like from the movies Lost in Space or Quest for Camelot.) "I stand before you as your new ruler, Nero Djimon the Destruction. I do not wish to destroy what I intend to take over, but I will not hesitate in order to regain what is rightfully mine!"xxxxWithin four hours, the world was in ruins. Witches were running wild wreaking havoc where ever they went. For not wanting to destroy anything, he sure was doing a lousy job of keeping his minions in line. In truth the witches were doing this to provide an example, a small sample of the power at their disposal. The people didn't doubt them for a moment. But little did the dark forces realize, there was a group already mobilizing under the cover of the explosions to deal with this new power.
Five men and a single woman formed a plan to take down this Nero Djimon, quickly moving to the harbor. These was one ship they were consistantly letting through the harbor, a private cargo vessel. As she docked and the crew disembarked, the group approached the captain, a strapping man who had clearly worked in cargo all his life. He couldn't have been more than twenty-eight. He looked up as they neared his ship, raising an eyebrow. "No jobs. No women."
"Sir, we need your help. We need to borrow your ship."
"Out of the question. This was my father's ship and he would never appreciate me handing her over to a bunch of strangers."
"You don't understand. Please, let us explain."xxxxThere was a pounding on the castle's giant wooden doors, and a warlock floated over. In a gruff, hoarse voice, he asked, "Who goes?"
"I have a cargo shipment for the Overlord Djimon." The warlock opened the door and studied the man there. He recognized the cargo captain from previous deliveries, so he nodded. "You know the drill. Bring it here and we'll take it to him."
"Actually, this is a gift from some grateful citizens who haven't had their houses destroyed. They requested it be taken directly to the Overlord. And I always go along with my clients' wishes."
"No." Suddenly the woman from the small group stepped out from behind the captain. "Oh please, sir. This is my first job, and I just have to get it right." The warlock was silent, thinking it over. The Overlord did love women almost as much as power. He might a bonus if he brought a woman in, especially one that wasn't screaming. "You have to make the delivery."
"Oh, well, the box is too heavy for me to lift, but I'll go with it. Thank you!" The warlock waved for her to follow him and she in turn signaled for the men to lift the empty box. The cargo captain slipped back out the door while the other men where causing a distraction.xxxxThey took the crate up several flights of stairs before reaching the Overlord's room. The warlock knocked and introduced the delivery men, letting them inside and leaving. "You'll have to excuse us, Mr. Overlord, sir," the woman said, wearing a laughing smile. "We always to bring customer satisfaction." Djimon looked her over, smirking to himself. "Not at all. It's an... excellent quality." Before he could continue oogling her, one of the men stepped up with a clipboard. "If you could sign here, sir, we'll be on our way." Djimon rolled his eyes and took the board. "Very well." But as soon as he touched the fountain pen, he was wrapped in wrought-iron bars, searing white hot into his skin. "What magic is this?!"
"The good kind, Djimon. We banished you once and we can do it again. And this time, we'll make sure you don't escape again."
"Impossible! My creatures of the night destroyed all the members of the Circle of White Wizards! How can this be?!" Without answering, the five men formed a half circle around the woman, who closed her eyes and held her hands to her chest. When her eyes snapped open again, they glowed a pure white light. She pointed her palms at the Overlord, white whisps of wind drifting around him to form an engulfing cone. Trapping in a coccoon of wind, the man lifted off the ground and rose up to the ceiling, where a swirling hole of darkness was forming. With one final scream of rage, he disappeared into the hole, closing up behind him.xxxxThe sound brought his minions running and, now depleted of energy, the six people stood with their hands interlaced, united. They were immediately struck down, but without their master to provide them with power, the creatures all whithered away into dust under the beautiful morning sunlight.The aftermathxxxxAfter the destruction of the witches and warlocks in the light, every Fleet ship sailing the seas claimed victory against the creatures, bringing fantastic tales. False tales, but fantastic nonetheless. The cargo captain's brother received a special commendation for defeating seven in unarmed combat single-handedly. The rest of the crew had fallen to their attacks, but he had managed to stand alone and win against them.xxxxEveryone thought the world had been purged of all evil creatures, but unbeknownst to the humans, those who had been living on the earth before the invasion still remained. They kept to themselves, but sometimes they came out long enough to curse the humans that had done them wrong. Like one particularly angry witch who know of a certain cargo ship captain that had helped in the defeat of her beloved Overlord Djimon...
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