Skinner35

Haunting Revolutions

An old, well-worn temple sits in the middle of a bustling crowd, its majesty towering over the inhabitants of the city. The sun has set, and the last shaft of light flickers into the sacred prayer room of the priests, the messages from their patron gods fading into distant whispers in the minds of the worshipers. The High Elder stands with difficulty, his age inhibiting quick movement. He turns gravely to the paladin nearest him and speaks in a grave whisper. "Ariues. A great evil approaches. Ready your weapons, steel yourself. Your test of faith is nigh." The Paladin rises from his prayer and responds in jest. "Elder, you know just as well as I that my faith is strong. I will face this evil with all of the power within me. You have prepared me for this." As the Paladin makes his stand, the High Elder speaks again. "You may be brave, and strong, but this will not be easy. I would mind that you don't face this alone. There are those out there that can be of needed assistance. Be smarter than you are strong." Ariues then turns to the Elder. "Assistance? I trust your words, but who is there that can assist? Where do I find these warriors?" The Elder looks upon the Paladin thoughtfully. "They will find you. But, if the Gods serve me right... I know that you will find a Formidable team..."

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Far away, in the crumbling ruins of an ancient castle, in a large stone coffin, blood red eyes open for the first time in centuries. A long forgotten evil has awoken for the first time in living history, and it hungers for the destruction and ruin of ages long past. A surge of dark power blasts from the being and storms begin to gather over the dark stone fortress.

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If you are reading this, then you have discovered a Story that a good friend of mine, @Shadow Dragon, has wanted to start for a while. If you are interested, respond, and once we get roughly 3-4 people, we will officially begin!

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"Stride, is there something that you forgot to tell us?" He said as he placed a reassuring hand on Eves' arm, before standing, and putting on the new garb, to the best of his ability. "Before we go out there, do I need to hide my arm? Also, you have some explaining to do when this is over." He said as he prepped his arm blade.

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"Earthen Mage? That's a thing? Whoa." He always realizes that the Magic of this world just keeps getting cooler and cooler. As he heard Brocks announcement, he felt the new presence on his arm. "Oh hey, and yea, I'm feeling better." He said with a smile. Her body heat was almost intoxicating. All he needed from the town is maybe some food, and to find if he can find a possible upgrade for his arm. He knows that his arm has great potential, he just needs to get it there.

He can also say, for a fact, that things are starting to get better.

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"Looks more like a Mortar shot. But still cool." He said as he watched the stone fly. "So you're like an Earth bender, right?" He then realized that Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't exist here. Screw it.

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"Okay..." He said as Brock walked away. Now that things are somewhat back in motion, may as well kill a little time. "Digbie, what exactly can you do? As far as magic." Toby said as he sat in front of the Demblin. He honestly isn't expecting too much as far as power, but he may be surprised. If this guy used to be Gobbo, then Gobbo has to still be in there... Right? Gobbo can't really be gone... No... No way...
Thinking of this made him a little sad, honestly...

But, while he tried to distract himself, he worried about everyone and everything. He worried the most about Jen... He knew that she was a little on edge, and has been for a while. He just hopes that she won't lose her composure. He can't lose anyone else... Not now...

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Toby walks over and puts a hand on Jens shoulder. "Be calm. He isn't a threat... But now we've lost Gobbo..." He says as he realizes that his little Gobbo is probably gone. He then whispers to Jen, "Let's roll with Digbie for now. If he proves a threat, don't hesitate." Toby, after losing a few great friends, has realized that he needs to step up and try to actually lead, and finish this Gods forsaken mission. He then walked to Brock, "Okay. We need to move. We all need a bit of fresh air, and I don't want to risk wasting time here."

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As soon as he heard the word Demon, his arm blade fully extended, but he kept it hidden behind him, and began retracting it. "Okay. Can you explain what a Demblin is? What the hell happened to Gobbo? What's the system?" He asked, he needed information. He didn't want to hurt this Demblin, but he wouldn't hesitate if it tried anything. "To hell and back if I have to hurt Gobbo..." He whispered to himself.

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As the violent changes occurred, Toby backed up slowly. If this new Goblin were to lash out, he didn't want to be in the blast radius. "Um... Hello? Who are you?" He asked hesitantly as he prepared his arm blade, if anything goes down, he needs to be ready. He also realized that it may take him a bit to remember everything about his arm. Maybe make some upgrades...

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As he heard Stride's cry for help, Toby leapt to his side, and looked at the symbols. "What is happening? Brock, do any of these look familiar?" He yelled out as he tried to understand what was going on.

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"I suppose you're right. We have a mission, and I'm letting this stand in my way. Even then, I have no idea who actually trusts me. But, moping on the side isn't helping, is it?" He said, slowly standing, and looking at everyone. "We have a job, and we need to keep going. Thanks, Athe." The last part, he said a little too loudly. He now realized that he couldn't let this stop him. He is ready to go, again.