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Post by hermes on Nov 21, 2008 1:52:32 GMT -5
Prime walked through a glowing doorway. It wasn't intentional, it had simply appeared before him. Already in mid-step, he hadn't had much choice in stepping through it.
On the other side of the doorway, he found an open topped room, along with a man dressed in the clothing of a noble-man from feudal japan. He bowed to Prime briefly, a gesture Prime thought he should return.
"Welcome to Getsuhashi, the Spirit Thunder Forge." He said, he gestured to a large anvil at the center of the room, and a single hammer on the peg of a tool bench otherwise covered with tools.
Prime attempted to open his mouth, only to find himself unable to speak.
"Apologies," The nobleman said, "Your time comes, but you are not yet of our world, so in my presence you are somewhat limited. This is a forge, it sits on top of a mountain. It now belongs to you. Before you become to enthralled, know that in this space, there exist many such things. We can create and destroy them to our convenience. It is, easy enough for us to give."
Prime's only expression was that of extreme confusion, to which the nobleman took pity, and decided to explain.
"You are one of few people with a gift for creation, you will find that in yourself the first time you are asked to pick up the hammer. In this space, there are not so many like you, so we go out of our way to give the option to those who are able. Looked closer at the hammer on the peg," He said.
Prime did so, finding it to be covered with sigils, and crackling with a subtle energy he recognized as electricity.
"Mjolnir, it is a forge hammer. Though this is not how it was used in the past. Only here can you touch it, for the moment. Practice, we grant you leave to bring here whomever you so chose. We are the balancers, you will soon understand, turn away no one, but let them rule you not." He bowed again, stepping through a gateway which quickly disappeared.
Prime quickly sensed he now had command over the area he stood in, so he walked to the edge of the room, and looked down at the base of the mountain. Still confused, he decided to give himself some time to think, so he placed four entrances at the bottom of the mountain.
The four actually led to many placed, those places coming to the arch portals at the bottom of the mountain. To start with, he created an entrance at the edge of Cherrygrove. Another in Tokyo, one in New York, another in San Francisco. He opened another in Vancouver, Edmonton, Hong Kong, and Mexico City.
He opened one more, deep in the mountains of India, and from there created random portals to his space, well disguised, all over the world. All of them were humble entries, only to be found by those who could recognize more than reality. But all of them bore words recognizable by men.
The Spirit Forge Getsuhashi opens its doors, payment is ethical, materials must be provided, loss must be suffered, to pass through the doors.
Prime shrugged, he wasn't feeling in a very poetic mood anyways. The cryptic words those eye's glazed over would be enough to start more poetic rumors.
"I guess I'll simply wait here a while." He said, looking around the forge. No reason to leave just yet, exploration is preferable.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Feb 10, 2009 18:29:48 GMT -5
"Where am I?" spoke out Shroud as he awakened at the base of a strange and mysterious location. As he brushed his long almost black hair out of his face, he looked around and wondered what this place was and how he had gotten there.
A few minutes later, he carefully stood up and looked around once more. He saw that he was near the base of some mountain. It was not too cold there, however, it was really windy, so He buttoned up his long, black, leather trench coat, and started looking for a path up the mountain, while wondering why does it feel like the mountain is calling him and what awaits him there at the top.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Feb 10, 2009 18:47:44 GMT -5
OOC - Two questions, cause I might join this: 1) Are we just supposed to appear at this place, or can it be accessed by other means? 2) Does this Prime have any relation to your old one? Or look similar or something? I forget what the story behind this Prime is.
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Post by hermes on Feb 10, 2009 21:50:39 GMT -5
Light flashed, and Tempest shot out of a portal and straight into his brother at the base of the mountain.
"Ooof!" He coughed, rolling off his brother Shroud and looking around.
"Where the fuck are we?" He said, then quickly searched around for his pack. He found it in short order, and breathed a sigh of relief. Wouldn't do the lose their materials, where-ever they were. Especially if they were nowhere near home.
Tempest shouldered the materials, and threw his long red hair back over his shoulder. Sadly he'd lost his hair-tie somewhere along the way, and it wasn't helping his temper any.
The bag kicked him faintly, and he smiled. It contained his brothers materials, and also his own. However, he'd been collecting far longer than the clan realized.
He looked up sharply as he heard the ring of steel against steel, hammer against anvil. It echoed down from the top of the mountain with a harsh rasping. Thunder echoed in the sky, and struck for every strike he heard the hammer make.
He looked up at the mountain thoughtfully, and then turned to his brother.
"Its no use wondering whats happened to us, I suppose." Tempest said to Shroud, "But we may as well get our weapons forged so we can at least defend ourselves. And besides, you aren't an adult in our clan just yet, neither of us are. Not until we have our blades." He looked up at the top of the mountain wistfully.
"I'm going." He said in a clipped voice, and started climbing up the mountain, checking over his shoulder to see if his brother was behind him.
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Post by hermes on Feb 10, 2009 21:56:25 GMT -5
OOC - Two questions, cause I might join this: 1) Are we just supposed to appear at this place, or can it be accessed by other means? 2) Does this Prime have any relation to your old one? Or look similar or something? I forget what the story behind this Prime is. Same Prime as the current version, not the old one. The hammer he uses is Mjolnir, that in itself is enough to make any forged weapon special. And this topic isn't really an ongoing topic. Anyone can join it, climb to the top, get a weapon forged, and then leave. Thats the whole point of being here, its a giant forge, a godlike smithy. You come here with the materials, and purpose, and loss, and Prime will forge you a sword as powerful as the material, loss, and purpose you bring him. It could be a crappy little poison knife, or a weapon to rival the gods, that all depends on what you bring him. EDIT - If you frelling unblock me I can just explain it on MSN.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Feb 10, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -5
Quickly following behind his brother, Shroud took a closer look at the bag that Tempest was carrying. There was a lot of movement going on in the bag.
The bag... It was made of some unfamiliar looking material, and was covered in dirt and dust from when it fell on the ground. It also seemed to be quite durable since Shroud saw that there were all kinds of things trying to claw at it and tear through it, but the bag simply stretched where the things from within tired to claw through and effortlessly took the abuse.
As the two brothers ascended the mountain, Shroud was trying to look around for any familiarity on where they might be, but everything within sight at the bottom of the mountain and beyond was covered in a mist of sorts concealing any sort of clues as to where they might be.
Eventually the ascend to the top turned from a steep walk to a climb straight up the mountain.
As the two brothers reached the top of the mountain, even through Tempest was tired and infuriated, Shroud cautiously approached him and asked him, "Are we finally going to become men? After all these years, do we finally have everything that we need?"
But just as Shroud finished asking the second question, the two brothers finally reached the top of the mountain. As they approached the top of the mountain, seeing even as Tempest was out of breath and in a bad mood, Shroud hesitantly decided to ask him, "Are we finally ready to recieve our blades and become men? Do we finally, after all these years, have everything we need?"
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Post by hermes on Feb 10, 2009 23:36:39 GMT -5
Tempest looked at Shroud just a bit irritably, "You already asked me that.... Give me a moment to catch my breath dammit." He said, taking a few deep breaths, and standing up straight again.
"Hello boys." A deep voice said, causing both of them to look up sharply. "We are not boys!" Shroud snapped, Tempest just rolled his eye's and bowed. The man in front of them looked familiar for some reason that he couldn't name, but beyond that he had a sense of overpowering danger.
"I apologize if we are intruding, but we would like the services of this forge, if there is any agreement that we may come to." Tempest said.
Prime looked at the young men carefully, noting that they seemed slightly disturbed in their subconciousness. Their body language reeked of confusion and a mild setting in of fear. The symbols on their jackets called to him, but he couldn't name the reason why.
"What have you lost?" He asked mildly, his voice sad.
"Our home, it would seem." Tempest grated, "Along with our dignity. Couldn't you install an elevator or something?"
Prime smiled, though he felt some concern for Shroud, who suddenly looked a little lost at his brothers words.
"What year is it?" Prime asked Tempest carefully, who looked at him contemptuously, as though he were an idiot.
"Its 2041, why? Don't keep a calendar?" Tempest bit off. Prime shook his head, "You are a long way from home indeed."
He turned around, gesturing for them to follow him.
"Kids, you are not in a time 24 years before you were even born. You have, indeed, lost a great deal. Did you bring any materials with you? You said you needed use of this forge, correct?" Prime asked, and Tempest hefted the bag over his shoulder.
He opened the top, and pulled out his brothers materials. A long bar of blackened mithril and a round garnet to set in the pommel.
Prime nodded, and took the materials over to his forge. He picked up his hammer.
"Wait!" Tempest said urgently. He nudged his brother forwards, who understood quickly, even though it was a break in tradition.
Shroud went forwards, and quickly began drawing in a large circle on the ground. In due course, the symbols had been wrought, and filled a great circle around the anvil. He'd etched a binding ruin into each piece of sword, and then reached under his cloak.
Shroud had a surprise his brother was unaware of.
He pulled out a simple box from under his coat, and set it on the ground, lifting the top away. From inside, he pulled a young Void dragon, about 10 feet long, battered and exhausted. Shroud had gone through hell to subdue it, and it had been no easy battle.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his brother smiling faintly.
Prime looked at the dragon with mixed feelings, he'd always known what some would do for power, and he didn't know what the dragon had done to make itself a nuisance, so he accepted it as it was, impartially, neutrally, as he always strived to.
Prime grabbed the dragon by the neck, and it roared defiantly as its body slowly transformed under the force of his will. It changed into a brilliant glowing bar of white, with silver and gold energy flecking through and around it.
He took it the the anvil, and grabbed the black mithril. With a mighty strike of his hammer, lightning crackled against the metals. He hammered them red hot, then bent them onto each other. He folded them around each other, like a basket weave, and continued hammering them until they were one.
A stone door opened next to his feet, filled to the brim with darkness. He plunged the blade into it, and as he pulled it out, the two metals bound to each other, and sucked in light. The dragon within the blade roared defiantly, outraged at its remaking. Prime set it back on the anvil and, taking his ques from Shroud, hammered the blade into a standard sized katana, with a large hatchet tip. He plunged the blade back into the darkness, and the dragon roared defiantly once more, barreling its displeasure. He set the blade down on the anvil, and Shroud came forward, etching ruins into the blade.
The circle around them came inwards, covering the blade with glowing ruins that quickly changed from sky blue to burn black on the metal, Shrouds fists clenched as he felt something torn from him, a part of himself now wrestling with the soul of the dragon inside the sword. He wasn't sure which was winning. He sat down heavily as Prime fitted a hilt to the sword, complete with guard, and the enchanted garnet set in the guard. He wrapped the hilt with black cloth, with silver embroidery, and then watched as Shroud walked unsteadily away, clutching his sword, with a haunted look in his eyes.
Shroud fingered the serrated edge of the hatchet tipped blade, as he waited for his brother to get on with his buisness, and his eye's popped, and his jaw dropped, as his brother set down the materials he had gathered.
"You asked me what I have lost. Its true, I have lost my home, but more than that." He took of his jacket, and the armor fell off, along with the leather underarmor he wore. His body was covered with scarring, terrible wounds that he'd taken on his hunt the prove himself a Deathstalker. He wiped the makeup of his face, showing scarring over his eye's and face.
"I lost blood." He said darkly, "And innocence, and very nearly my life. I will not stand in the shadow of my father any longer." His bagged thumped to the ground, causing surprisingly fierce tremors through the mountain.
Tempest opened the bag, and pulled out all that he had gathered, walking through hell.
First came a massive cage, within it, a massive adult red dragon. It breathed fire on him, but the cadge was made well with magic, and the fire was repelled before it even crossed the bars.
Another cage followed, this time a blue. Its lightning crackled, but was once again undone bye the cage it was trapped within.
Another cage, this time a green. Wind ripped through the bars, buffeting all present, but the cage directed the vast majority upwards.
A brown dragon came, chained to the ceiling of its cage. It was muzzled and allowed no contact with the ground, the earth dragon was not to be trifled with.
A white dragon emerged next, its cage frozen over, it was wild eye'd within. It had trapped itself through its rage, but made no excuses as it ripped through the ice to catch a breath, only to freeze it over once more.
A black dragon came next, thunder cracking around it in long black waves. It bit at the bars, twisting and snapping them, but they quickly repaired themselves.
A silver dragon emerged, a nearly white nimbus of energy surrounding it. It cared not for the cage, but stared in a dignified manner at Tempest, daring him to master it.
A gold dragon followed, its bright scales nearly blinding to Tempest and his brother, but its magic was useless. The cage was covered with Zero Magic ruins, and despite its huge strength, not even a dragon could undo mithril.
A solar dragon emerged from the bage, a golden nimbus of energy trapped in a glass sphere. A large glass sphere. The fusion energy it produced lashed out, but Tempest has been inordinately careful in crafting its prison, knowing its fires.
An emerald dragon emerged next, reflecting light into dangerous green beams of energy, and ejecting emerald spikes all around. Its cage was made of solid diamond, leaving no room for breath. It looked tired and starved for energy.
Finally a fully grown void dragon emerged. It had 6 huge cannons hanging around it. On its back, two, under its stomach one. Two more under the wings. And finally, its very tail was a long and dangerous cannon. Its energy was immense, and the cage was quickly breaking.
Tempest looked at the dragons tiredly. "What I am about to do is evil, what I ask you to do is evil, and I apologize. But I can stand it no longer, I will not stand in a shadow cast by light."
He pulled a sphere made of bone out of the bag, all that remained of a living world. All of its energy shrunk to one point in space, all that remained, the very core of bone, surrounding its heart.
Next came the tears and feathers of an angel, the heartbroken guardian of the void dragon. They had turned black with the angels mourning.
Following that, another surprise, a Mirror of Infinity. It reflected everything, and you risked your sanity by looking into it.
And finally, the spirit stone of an ancient dragon, one of the oldest that had ever lived.
Tempest held what remained of a world in one hand, and the very core of a dragon in the other. And he felt shame. He was not responsible for their destruction, or their treatment. The dragons were his doing, and some deserving more than others, but these two, he doubted ever deserved anything that they had gotten.
"Forge these into my body. I will atone, by allowing them to live again." Tempest said nervously. His family had always called him an overly dramatic child.
Prime nodded, privately thinking that tempest was entirely crazy.
Shroud looked away as his brothers screams range out with every ringing peal of the hammer. And when it ended, he slowly looked up to find his brother renewed. The scarred man had a terrible weight in his eye's, and suddenly looked older, but at the same time very fragile. His scars, however, were gone.
He wrote the symbols around the anvil in silence, and sat in equal silence in front of Prime, as each dragon was turned to a workable material. Red, Green, Blue, Brown, White, Silver, Gold, Emerald, Black, Solar, Void. They all screamed a terrible defiance, none of them strong enough to resist.
They were hammered together with peals of thunder, hammered together with sacred mithril, formed into a 10 foot slowly curving sword. The whole tip was a large hatchet blade, vaguely reminiscent of a greataxe. The whole long blade was white, and shimmered with every color as you turned it, and if you looked to long, you saw things in it. Terrible futures, curses, your own death. The mirror if infinity lived in it, coated it, the angels tears were pure mourning. The feather made it light and powerful and terrible when looked upon.
It was a creation never meant for man, and Tempest screamed terribly when his soul was imbued within it. Half of himself wrestling with all the terrible deeds he had committed to step out of shadow and into the real world. His body shimmered with energy, only now betraying what he truly was. Only half human, only have physical, half there. He was something other, something else. No one was quite sure what he and his brother were yet.
A final, terrible thunder landed on the blade, the hammer ringing defiantly outwards, and all the color was pulled out of the blade until there was only black.
A ying yang seal stood in bass relief at the end of the blade. Its white portion, all the shimmering color that had covered his blade a moment before.
Tattoed chains had appeared all over Tempests body.
"I have sealed your sword, it will unlock as you learn how to master it. If you master it, then I suppose you deserve to keep this blade. If you do not, it will no doubt kill you." Prime said, holding Tempests eye's with his own. "Do not push it, limits are made to be broken, as is this one, but be patient. Or you will die, terribly, along with everyone else that's within a mile of you. Or 12, I'm not sure. Don't flick it, it might go off."
And with those final words, Prime booted both of they're crazy asses off his mountain, and into a random city in the world. He didn't care where, he just wanted their crazy tails away from him. Before the damn sword went off and blew up his mountain.
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Post by hermes on Mar 31, 2009 19:33:55 GMT -5
Prime breathed deeply, looking down across the landscape around his mountain. He'd barely had a chance to explore as of yet, though what he'd seen on the top of the mountain so far had more than tempered him. It was odd, existing in two places at once, but he slowly became accustomed to it.
Primus stood beside him, lamenting the loss of his humanity. He was the only one present capable of comprehending the irony of the situation, and perhaps the only one who remembered about his other self. Fusion could easily give one an odd perspective, and Primus was occasionally tempted to think selves, instead.
Prime had a bag beside him, something Primus had brought along from Valhalla after his last visit. Several somethings, actually. A god needed a weapon, after all. But still, Primus was new to his power, so he'd come to Prime to have them forged. Firstly because he trusted him, and secondly because he knew of no other forge that could even effect the godly materials in the container.
Primus looked Prime in the eye, and uttered one simple word. "Please."
Prime looked back at him evenly, even as his heart stirred. They'd already discussed, in detail, what he wanted. What he needed, to be forged. Prime was uncomfortable with the idea, it was a terribly powerful thing he asked for.
God Weapons, forge in the blood of a god, they had terrible power and intelligence, and came to themselves almost instantly. And Primus wanted quite a number of them, they'd take a long time to forge.
After a moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity, Prime nodded, and Primus heaved a sigh of relief. "I will begin in the order we discussed, for now I can give you four, you'll have to wait longer for the others."
Primus nodded, and stepped over to the contained, releasing the latch. He then made his way over to the deep pools of darkness next to the forges anvil. A small cut in his finger opened, and a drop of blood fell out. It might as well have been an ocean, as the moment it touched the pool of darkness, there was only a liquid golden light.
Prime nodded as he walked over, pulling from the case the materials he needed. God steel, a pure white that was almost painful to the touch. He pulled out four long bars of it, as well a the burning tongue of a red dragon, a gem that vibrated fiercely with the winds contained therein. An orb of water that was entirely solid, even as it was obviously liquid, and a gem flecked with so many colors and textures that it almost appeared a brown lifeless lump of rock if one didn't look carefully.
And then all could be heard was the metal ringing of hammer on iron, and lightning cracking through the sky, as each bar was carefully combined with each material. Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind. They ended up as simple weapons, each with the same basic shape. Long and shaped like katana, with no proper handle or guard, they were simply glowing blades, with a gem seperating the handle from the blade.
The one with the red gem glowed white and was wreathed in fire, as Prime put a finger to it. "Hellbreach." He said simply, then moved to the next, which had clear water pouring from its blade, and glowed with a pleasant white light. "Saintlance." Prime said, then put his finger to the next one. Blue mists of energy, mixed with white light, whirled around this one like a twister. "Skybrand." And finally he put his finger to the last. and it looked perfectly normal, save for the white material it was made out of. It didn't even glow.
"Alcreation." Prime said, his finger moving across the sword slowly. "Be careful with this one, I don't think it was meant the control this earth. When you use it...the earth it controls may come from elsewhere..."
Primus bowed his head, touching each of the swords in turn, and they orbited around him for a moment, before twisting out of sight. "Thank you, I will use them as well as I can, and I will return for the others as you finish them." He said, and he blinked out of existance, leaving Prime to contemplate what he'd agreed to create.
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