Winds of Change
His incorporeal form standing unseen at the Eastern Gate of Kefkaburg, Throm watched on as the last of The Tripower Eastern Blockade marched eastward back towards the capitol city of Torregiano. This had never been The Tripower's fight nor would it ever be. Vector wasn't worth even keeping an eye on any more. And so the eye of the Kingdom was turning elsewhere for the moment. At a whim Throm willed his mind into a coexisting yet equally unseen form that stood at the base of the fountain within the city's Market Square. It was busy today and the citizens of the city bustled around and quite literally through him as they went on about their business. At first glance one might judge the scene to be just another day in the life of a major trade hub. But Throm could smell the odor of the malcontents, he could feel the white hot rays of anger in the air itself. Not a week ago, a high ranking officer of Vector was found murdered in his room. Rumors of espers defying Vector by providing aid to those in need ran rampant among the people, bolstering courage. A bombing of some sort had taken out Festival Square not a week ago. More rumors that someone was amassing a vast quantity of arms and supplies trickled through even the even deeper channels of the city's underground networks. Even this morning, bodies belonging to a Vectorian patrol had been found nailed to the walls of Shar's Church. 'Yes,' Throm thought, 'the winds of change are more than beginning to blow. Westbridge will do fine for itself if they band together and stay the course.' Once again Throm's surroundings changed as he phased out of reality his two ethereal duplicates, returning to a third. As the familiar walls of his office within the Tripower Tower returned, Throm couldn't help but privately wonder what was to become of the small city in the end. 'Time will tell.' he thought as he dismissed the subject from his mind for the last time.
A Final Journal Entry
Reality. The whole thing really blows if you ask me. But when it hits, it hits hard and usually hurts like hell. And it sucker punched me this week harder than the one I received the week prior, but I won't get into that here. It seems as though the general vote is that I'm not much good in the field. Worst thing is I can't say that I can even argue my case. Though Gilean the Lathander groupie, and Claire the spider esper tried to build a case for me. In the end though they brought up a solid point. If it is that the only place I can be properly trained in the only thing I am destined to be good at, there's only one place to go.
I'm not sure what kind of welcome I'll be getting in the western wonderland. Everything I've heard about my people indicates that they are a reserved, inclusive sort. Great, just great. But in the end I won't know until I give it a go. Plus, if I have to sit out another outing I might end up going nuttier than that most give me credit for. I think this'll be the last entry in this for a while. I'm leaving the journal along with most of my possessions. Figure it'll be better to travel light, and gods know how long I'll be away.
In the end though Claire and Gilean mentioned they would be doing their best to help with the Kaliadra issue. I still feel like my timing couldn't be worse on this one. But Sanria brought up a good point, in my abilities to defend myself. Stings to hear it, and I find myself crying into my pillow late at night (okay kiddin about the last part), but she's right all the same. Unless I want to move out to Shadowdale and become an apprentice basket weaver or a towel boy over at The House of Fetish, I'll need to man up and do something about it. Well until next I dust this thing off.
I'm not sure what kind of welcome I'll be getting in the western wonderland. Everything I've heard about my people indicates that they are a reserved, inclusive sort. Great, just great. But in the end I won't know until I give it a go. Plus, if I have to sit out another outing I might end up going nuttier than that most give me credit for. I think this'll be the last entry in this for a while. I'm leaving the journal along with most of my possessions. Figure it'll be better to travel light, and gods know how long I'll be away.
In the end though Claire and Gilean mentioned they would be doing their best to help with the Kaliadra issue. I still feel like my timing couldn't be worse on this one. But Sanria brought up a good point, in my abilities to defend myself. Stings to hear it, and I find myself crying into my pillow late at night (okay kiddin about the last part), but she's right all the same. Unless I want to move out to Shadowdale and become an apprentice basket weaver or a towel boy over at The House of Fetish, I'll need to man up and do something about it. Well until next I dust this thing off.
An interesting lead
This time Psycho and his little group were onto something. There was a large buzz
in the city of Westbridge, a town he never accepted as Kefkaburg. Today was a new
horror delivered unto the good people of the world. Psycho watched as a Vectorian
patrol of guards shook down some of the local businesses. The Apothecary was not
safe from the strong arming. The old man had at once been a strong and dangerous
target for this pretty shakedown. "Come on old man you dont need to give your skin
but we'll take it if you don't give us enough." Psycho had heard enough. The small
group quietly stepped inside the Apothecary and closed the door to the streets.
The money that was reclaimed from the patrol was taken as were the soldiers themselves. But unlike the money the soldiers were not returned to where they had come. Each of the soldiers lifeless bodies was taken and Nailed up in the church of Shar. The nails that held them were long and pierced both armor and flesh through and through. But the patrol was just the tip of the iceberg of what was in store for the day. The old man had information for Psycho that was far more disturbing than any mortal squibble. The man had information about two important items and a book that would help to utilize them. The real danger to the planet was something that flows through each of us. Makou and Black energy were about to get a lot more volatile.
The money that was reclaimed from the patrol was taken as were the soldiers themselves. But unlike the money the soldiers were not returned to where they had come. Each of the soldiers lifeless bodies was taken and Nailed up in the church of Shar. The nails that held them were long and pierced both armor and flesh through and through. But the patrol was just the tip of the iceberg of what was in store for the day. The old man had information for Psycho that was far more disturbing than any mortal squibble. The man had information about two important items and a book that would help to utilize them. The real danger to the planet was something that flows through each of us. Makou and Black energy were about to get a lot more volatile.
K.M.D.R.
Imitidoras couldnt help but giggle at his good fortune. In the time since the old church had been disbanded he had been having a bit of fun going from town to town and feeding upon whomever he wanted. Of course, his undead state also gave him a few fetishes, fetishes that he had been indulging in, in the most macabre manner. Yet, in the past few months he had begun to grow bored with his immortality. It was just dumb luck that Serpiente had clanked his way back into his life.
Ah, now there was a creature that Imitidoras could not stand. He had never understood why the leadership took it in. Always with the ROGER, 10-4, BEEP BEEP and so on, how it had driven him crazy.
Yet now, realizing that Serpiente could be his pet priest, well that was something that suited Imitidorass needs just fine. In a world void of a family for protection, having a creature throwing heals your way could be quite useful.
And so what was disjointed chaos has now become a team of abomination. And the pair worked this way for quite awhile, destroying everything that came within their path. Imitidoras pulling the strings, and Serpiente an unknowing patsy.
Then one day, deciding to murder some New Thalos guards, the duo started marching, they made it past the Crossroads when Serpientes keen optical scanners identified a person or thing in the far distance, crawling, trying to get to a city, possibly for help.
Imitidoras, seeing the possibility to indulge in his disgusting sense of fun decided to scout it out, while Serpiente scanned from the rear.
He moved in ever so slowly, and saw something that made his little undead heart flutter. What appeared to be a heavily scarred and bloody emaciated human, trying to claw his way to New Thalos and ultimately life.
Ah cooed the lich. What do we have here, poor little traveler trying to eek the strength to survive? Well well well, let little Imitidoras give you a hand. And with that the devilish lich put out his hand, fully intending to end this miserable creatures life.
The man, seeing the offering of help, also lifted his hand and then GRIPPED IMITIDORAS WRIST WITH A DEATH GRIP. The lich squeaked out a scream of surpise as he watched the dying man stand up, cast off the burnt flesh that was so coyly taped to him and stand up to reveal what he truly was, a Heucuva. With a dry laugh, the undead creature RIPPED OFF IMITIDORAS ARM AND SCREAMED TO THEKY S, BLOODY
BLOODY LIMB IN HAND.
What he actually screamed, Imitidoras could not say, because he was too busy lying on the ground, holding the stump that once held in place his arm. The last thing he remembered was Serpiente clanking up and intoning in his monotone amplifier, THREAT IDENTIFIED: ZERATUL.
And with that terrifying image, he went unconscious.
Ah, now there was a creature that Imitidoras could not stand. He had never understood why the leadership took it in. Always with the ROGER, 10-4, BEEP BEEP and so on, how it had driven him crazy.
Yet now, realizing that Serpiente could be his pet priest, well that was something that suited Imitidorass needs just fine. In a world void of a family for protection, having a creature throwing heals your way could be quite useful.
And so what was disjointed chaos has now become a team of abomination. And the pair worked this way for quite awhile, destroying everything that came within their path. Imitidoras pulling the strings, and Serpiente an unknowing patsy.
Then one day, deciding to murder some New Thalos guards, the duo started marching, they made it past the Crossroads when Serpientes keen optical scanners identified a person or thing in the far distance, crawling, trying to get to a city, possibly for help.
Imitidoras, seeing the possibility to indulge in his disgusting sense of fun decided to scout it out, while Serpiente scanned from the rear.
He moved in ever so slowly, and saw something that made his little undead heart flutter. What appeared to be a heavily scarred and bloody emaciated human, trying to claw his way to New Thalos and ultimately life.
Ah cooed the lich. What do we have here, poor little traveler trying to eek the strength to survive? Well well well, let little Imitidoras give you a hand. And with that the devilish lich put out his hand, fully intending to end this miserable creatures life.
The man, seeing the offering of help, also lifted his hand and then GRIPPED IMITIDORAS WRIST WITH A DEATH GRIP. The lich squeaked out a scream of surpise as he watched the dying man stand up, cast off the burnt flesh that was so coyly taped to him and stand up to reveal what he truly was, a Heucuva. With a dry laugh, the undead creature RIPPED OFF IMITIDORAS ARM AND SCREAMED TO THEKY S, BLOODY
BLOODY LIMB IN HAND.
What he actually screamed, Imitidoras could not say, because he was too busy lying on the ground, holding the stump that once held in place his arm. The last thing he remembered was Serpiente clanking up and intoning in his monotone amplifier, THREAT IDENTIFIED: ZERATUL.
And with that terrifying image, he went unconscious.
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