[h1][color=lightgreen][center]Those who paid in blood.[/center][/color][/h1] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/5c97690a-aefa-4661-87bc-0b6a091d773f.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [center][h3][color=yellow]Modern world, In a unknown location[/color][/h3][/center] [center][h3][color=red]30 minutes before the incident. [/color][/h3][/center] [indent][indent] "So, how are we sure that, they will only remain loyal to us?" A scientist calmly argues with another. "Because they aren't humans!" The other one angrily responses. "Despite they were?" the other quickly responds. "HUMANS." He laughs catching the other off guard. "They were never humans in the first place." He tauntingly answers. "All I see now, are monsters that finally received their claws and hide." He continues, as he looks at the monitors of humanoid beings "Before, they were only monsters that forgot to dress the part." He adds smiling to see them in action. “I present to you.” He cheerfully says, pointing to one of the monitors. “Our monsters.” He finishes as the monitor zooms in on a fight between two strange humanoid creatures in the background and eight of the new toys of the top brass of UN has. “As you have heard, the woman and the man are indeed the serial killers, Maria and Dave.” He calmly explains sounding like a tour guide, as he grabs a nearby orange microphone. “Showtime.” He whispers to the microphone. Two of the highly advanced UN robots suppresses the humanoids that were taking cover in the small wall near the corner, while the other four UN robots circle around the couple, in an attempt to flank them. “We have been testing both of the products daily, and the two have been tied for the last decade now.” He continues to explain. “Whoever wins now, will break their rivalry for good, with the winner advancing and the loser recycled.” He says, waiting after to see who wins the match. The fighting continues as iron crashes with iron and for now no clear victor in the mean time. [/indent][/indent] [indent][indent]Inside the Gate. [hr] “This isn’t right!?” One of the scientist says as his monitors turns red. “We have to stop.” He continues as fear starts to conquer his face, the others in the room received the same result as the other computers started to malfunction. “The gate is not responding.” He continues as the sudden realization has him and the others rushing to the door but, as they try to open it the door jams locking them inside. “WE NEED TO CLOSE THE GATE.” One shouts out “IF WE CONTINUE, THEN WE COULD FACE A MASSIVE EXPLOSION THAT COULD ANNIHILATE THE CITY OF NEW YORK.” He desperately explains as soon he tries to break down the door and soon the door bulges but, instead of a hand, a frag grenade was thrown inside the room, panicking the group retreats to the computers. Grenade blows up, instantly killing everyone in the room except for one but, the blast left him incapacitated and both of his arms, surviving only because one of his friends absorbing most of the damage that would have immediately shredded his vital organs from the blast. He lays there bleeding. Soon, He joins his comrades to the afterlife. “Package has been delivered.” Was the last words he heard before blacking out. New York City. [hr] Despite, not being broadcast by the media. Numerous protest against the gate has grew in number in the past few days. One of these protests, is happening right outside of the celebration, as a group of heavily armored guards working with legacy are currently guarding the entrance, where all of the celebration is taking place. "NO TO THE GATE!" One of them screams out, as they start gathering right in front of the check point. "THE GATE WILL BRING RUIN TO THE WORLD!" Another screams out "WHAT ABOUT ALIEN COMMUNIST!" And alot more of anti-gate ridicule follows. Soon, the crowd starts to throw rocks and started to charge into the row of riot class mercenaries that legacy employed just for the occasion. After a while of holding off the angry mob, a strange truck packs itself behind the riot police. The fighting intensified as the mob tries to force their way to the truck, but it was too late as the truck was able to finish setting up. Soon, a large feeling of vibrations stuns the crowds, as dread and fear makes them scatter and after a few seconds, one of them drops and in a few minutes, all of them falls to the ground. [/indent][/indent] [hr] [center][h3][color=yellow]Fantasy World[/color][/h3][/center] [center][h3][color=red]30 minutes before the incident. [/color][/h3][/center] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a7098e9f-77ca-45b2-a636-ff618f1a1a7c.jpg[/img][/center] [indent][indent] The bells toll as a horde of orcs approaches from the west. Acting as alerts in this world, soon barricades where erected in chokepoints in the nearby villages and towns. But, the inhabitants look at aww as they watch from the walls, observing the might of the green terror that they have long since feared. The horde marches ignoring the villages and towns to get to quickly get to their destination, shaking the land. The green guardians they were once known and once the saviors of the mother itself. guardians of earth mother they will only unite when the mother itself is in danger. After a while of walking the orcs, stop between two cities, plain’s rest and otem. Soon the orcs raise up several war tents and two giant totems gets erected, meaning that two clans owned the war band. Soon, orcs line up and started to cook, as the other clan’s wagons pack near the area. Soon a feast was set a sign that they were readying for war. "Chieftain Tigrim." a orc respectably says, before bowing down. "Grand shaman orders, to attack once they have appeared." He relays the order. Tigrim nods in agreement before dismissing the messenger. " [hr] [center][h3]High Kings palace.[/h3][/center] A council was assembled by the high king with the increase number orc activity in high lands. The council was composed of 10 iron clad men and 30 gold armored official and 20 unarmored individuals, soon they started to talk, talking about plans to counter the overwhelming might and numbers of the guardians of their so-called mother. The officials and members were clamed at first until a wounded soldier enters the room, an arrow pieced clean through his thick armor, a showcase of orc marksmanship. Panting and weak the soldier collapses showing a trail of blood. Realizing that the soldier wound was still fresh the group unsheathed their weapons while the other grabs the large shields in the walls. “HIGH KING OF MAN.” an orcish voice yells out and the group forms up into a shield wall to protect their king as the aggressors have arrived in the council room. Heavily armed and dwarfing most of them everyone stands firm and readies for a battle, while the orcs looks at the sad display with pity. “As a child of earth mother, I call upon you, to defend her.” He explains to them “I will not force you but, if your choice to not help then we shall all die.” He continues not swaying the group of men. “Gather your men and pray to your gods, they will not shelter you for long, for if we fail then all of us shall fall.” He finishes, before he leaves disappearing without a trace. [/indent][/indent]