Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 27, 2007 16:19:44 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, you don't need to join if you're in Diceless, but it'd be nice. And if you want to join, check out the Diceless system topic.
BIC: It was a world without heroes, without hope, without light. Legions of darkness were all throughout, with little in the way of deterrents. Although they were crippled and tortured, the world did manage to reach out with one last gasp.
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"Oh, quite interesting. It seems that somebody in that alternate world is trying to use a spell to call for help. We probably should answer them, no?" The Lord of the Lamp smiled deviously.
"Indeed."
"So I suppose that we can have a game. A little bit of fun at the expense of those around the world, the heroes and such." His poisonous smile spread across his immortal lips.
"Summon the champions once more?"
"I suppose so, yes."
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Letters were raining from the sky again. Zebedee looked up, and sighed. If the government ever were to fine the Lord of the Lamp for littering, they'd take care of the whole trade deficit. He halfheartedly snatched one from the air, and glanced at it. It was very simple. A plain white envelope, signed with an elaborate signature that literally glowed with ruby light.
"Good ol' Lord of the Lamp. Probably wants me to join his new season of American Gladiators or whatever."
He opened the letter, and produced the letter within. It was a piece of parchment stained in old blood, with a message written in a shakey hand.
"Whomever is out there, whatever is out there, I petition you this. I've lost everything worth living for here to an army of pillaging soldiers... Goods, pleasures..... my FAMILY. It's not worth living any more, I don't think, except for the distant possibilty of this reaching somebody good and kind out there who can change this world.
Signed,
Sebranek Vannata"
Attached to the other side was a yellow smileyface of a Post-it note. Scribbled in silver ink was a message.
"Hey there. Thought this might interest you, 'good guy'. I've found a world where evil is law, and good is naught. How about you see what you can do there? Have fun, LotL."
Zebedee turned the note over, and found a latitude and longitude. Good. That'd make it even easier for him to teleport.
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Zebedee arrived, his aura sparking wildly. His halo burnt with the intensity of the sun, focused through a minute circle. Clenching his fists, he snarled at the Lord of the Lamp.
"What is it now, you pretentious bastard? Did you do this? So help me, I'll..."
"No, no. I am simply offering them relief, and hoping for a show along the way." The Lord of the Lamp reclined on a moss-covered stump, the trees overhead turning the light green. "Nice in Southern Russia, this time of year, hrm? We'll wait for a few more people to turn up, and then we'll discuss business."
OOC: So, just get the letter, and turn up in this forest in Southern Russia however you need to, if you want in.
BIC: It was a world without heroes, without hope, without light. Legions of darkness were all throughout, with little in the way of deterrents. Although they were crippled and tortured, the world did manage to reach out with one last gasp.
---------
"Oh, quite interesting. It seems that somebody in that alternate world is trying to use a spell to call for help. We probably should answer them, no?" The Lord of the Lamp smiled deviously.
"Indeed."
"So I suppose that we can have a game. A little bit of fun at the expense of those around the world, the heroes and such." His poisonous smile spread across his immortal lips.
"Summon the champions once more?"
"I suppose so, yes."
-------
Letters were raining from the sky again. Zebedee looked up, and sighed. If the government ever were to fine the Lord of the Lamp for littering, they'd take care of the whole trade deficit. He halfheartedly snatched one from the air, and glanced at it. It was very simple. A plain white envelope, signed with an elaborate signature that literally glowed with ruby light.
"Good ol' Lord of the Lamp. Probably wants me to join his new season of American Gladiators or whatever."
He opened the letter, and produced the letter within. It was a piece of parchment stained in old blood, with a message written in a shakey hand.
"Whomever is out there, whatever is out there, I petition you this. I've lost everything worth living for here to an army of pillaging soldiers... Goods, pleasures..... my FAMILY. It's not worth living any more, I don't think, except for the distant possibilty of this reaching somebody good and kind out there who can change this world.
Signed,
Sebranek Vannata"
Attached to the other side was a yellow smileyface of a Post-it note. Scribbled in silver ink was a message.
"Hey there. Thought this might interest you, 'good guy'. I've found a world where evil is law, and good is naught. How about you see what you can do there? Have fun, LotL."
Zebedee turned the note over, and found a latitude and longitude. Good. That'd make it even easier for him to teleport.
--------
Zebedee arrived, his aura sparking wildly. His halo burnt with the intensity of the sun, focused through a minute circle. Clenching his fists, he snarled at the Lord of the Lamp.
"What is it now, you pretentious bastard? Did you do this? So help me, I'll..."
"No, no. I am simply offering them relief, and hoping for a show along the way." The Lord of the Lamp reclined on a moss-covered stump, the trees overhead turning the light green. "Nice in Southern Russia, this time of year, hrm? We'll wait for a few more people to turn up, and then we'll discuss business."
OOC: So, just get the letter, and turn up in this forest in Southern Russia however you need to, if you want in.