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  1. "With the collapse of the Countal government in Hesse, the population asks to be taken in by their German neighbors of Hanover. We welcome your governance with open arms."
  2. "Then your mind is blind if you don't believe me, but I will not come with you, I-" Sheiva paused when the rustling caught her ears. She jumped beside Knight and looked at him with narrow eyes. "They are searching for me, now they have found me. I will make you a deal, pig, if you keep these people away from me, I will come with you and answer your questions. But the answers I give you here, will be the answers I give to any of your superiors." Out of the underbrush, five creatures, with lithe green bodies and large eyes jumped out. They growled and beat their grotesque fingers into the dirt before springing upon Knight and Sheiva with terrible strength for their size. "The Ghouls, Yenros created them, en garde!" She cried out and then blasted one with her powers before he sprang back over her head to slash her back. The battle was on once again without a break in between.
  3. "If he was abducted by magic," she said pushing the energy blade aside with a gust of wind. "Then you are after the man I am fleeing from. Only my master, Yenros, possesses any power that surpasses mine. Your man will be there with him," Sheiva smirked, though the smile had a twinge of sadness and remorse, she had no reason to be coy now. "You can't reach him though, or even if you did, you wouldn't be able to rescue him. Yenros tore open the planar barrier, a dimensional gap if you will." Slowly the woman started to stand. "He was after a magic of unbelievable power, a devil from another realm of existence. In our mythology, she is known as the Void Queen, a being of darkness and chaos. From what my Master deducted, she calls herself Xe - all that is, all that will be. Right now, he is working to free her, the blast that happened all those months ago was just a taste of her power. She can do, much much more." Sheiva chuckled. "I would have stayed with him, but others came to aid him, and he could use their minds, I remained free and so he had no use for me. He's after me now, because I have the secrets of what he unleashed, but that won't matter as I don't know how to stop it, or really care to. I will get along in Xe's Dark World just fine." She stretched out her arms. "Are you going to continue the hunt?"
  4. The power that Knight possessed caught Sheiva off guard and when she figured that the entire Walled City would be brought down on him, she was instead thrown clear across the southern China, landing hard in a tropical jungle with the rain beginning to fall. Only a few moments later, Knight landed near her, panting heavily. She knew he didn't have much fight left, but she could barely stand up from the large ditch she caused through her dragging across the jungle. At Knight's last remark, Sheiva put up her hand and shook her head. "Don't come closer, we're both tired. Listen, what do you want with me? Did Yenros send you or did someone else? If you aren't with Yenros, then I'll talk to you, I won't listen, but I'll at least talk. I'm not giving you the locket, but we can at least come to a compromise with other things. What are you doing here?" Slowly Sheiva began standing, reaching up her hand for help. If he did, she could could him at least as a potential friend.
  5. Sheiva felt the force of his body collide with her before she could sent a terrible gust of wind up the chute of the cyclone. The tornado vanished as she tumbled several feet across the alley, then pushed herself up and spit onto the ground. "Machines." Her eyes glowed again, looking in contempt at the generator in the man's chest. "You have no soul. I will have no feelings in crushing you." The wind blew again as she leaped up into another cyclone forming at her feet and wrapped one of the clotheslines around Knight's legs as she pushed him back into the wall. Gusts of wind blowing forcefully against his skin, rippling him apart if she could. The gusts became stronger as she gripped the locket in her hand and it glowed with a bright blue light. She narrowed her eyes and cast her hand toward Knight. "I said I would demolish this place to stop you." The bricks of the buildings began to come apart, circling in the cyclone smashing all around Knight and some, surely, into him. It wouldn't be long until the skyrises began to collapse as he could see the rooms inside falling apart. "The world is my ammunition!"
  6. Phaidor sat with Jake and the General and spoke softly. "You will not win this war by hiding behind your walls. If you are to defeat these barbarians, before they lay waste to your land, you must meet them out on the field. Or Shanghai will be left a burning carcass of what once was."
  7. Exhor sat as judge for the night as Vasryrne writhed on the bed of Tebinid. Her body drenched in sweat as she tore at her clothes, her right palm continuing to twist and warp from the burn of His sword. Her eyes opened in the blackness, a white film covering eyes bleeding from the heat rushing through her body. "Please, Exhor, take me or choose me, do not tease me with pain! I beg you!" But all night she writhed, until the next morning Tebinid returned and found Vasryne laying prone on the floor of her shack, naked and covered in a cold sweat. "Vasryne?" he said, picking her up and laying her on the bed. "Wake up, can you hear me?" She opened her eyes, the film had disappeared while the dried blood caked to her cheeks as she pressed her lips together. "Water, please, I need water." The blacksmith ran to fill up a cracked bowl from a nearby spring in the forest and return it to the struggling woman. As he pressed the bowl to her lips, her color returned and she found the strength to sit up. After choking and finally vomiting on the floor, Vasryne felt ready to talk as she faced her friend. "I have passed the test." "I see that," said Tebinid leaning back in his chair. "Exhor is not a god to be trifled with, I believe he gave you the fight of your life." "If I am going to use His sword and be His champion, I should fear His death more than any death that a fighter can give me. I saw the glimpses of His realm, Tebinid, it is not one I would want to visit without having proved myself worthy of a lifetime of acclamation. Those not worthy burn in the fires of his forges while his champions engorge on food and drink for the rest of eternity. Unless they choose of course to come back into this pit of a world." "I cannot imagine you staying out of this world for too long, Vasryne, this pit is where the fun is at." His laughter shook the walls of the shack. "But let me see what I can do with your clothes, to make you at least somewhat presentable at Manaus. We should get moving soon if we are to be there for the Games." Tebinid, in his minimal skill at a needle and thread refashioned Vasryne's clothes to cover her body, at least what decency required covering, which was not much in the Amazon. Then they set back out on her canoe, against the tide of the mighty river toward the gathering place of the tribes - Manaus.
  8. "Well then you asked all you needed to, didn't you, pig." Sheiva's eyes filled with blue light as she levitated into the air and the small breeze that first blew into the alley became a gale force wind that blew the scattered papers on the ground into a tornado spinning around her. The clotheslines whipped of the sides of the abandoned buildings as they brought hunks of stone that pounded into the ground, trying to knock Knight to the ground. "Outclassed? I think not!" If he tried to dodge the whipping lines and stones fluttering through the alley, Knight would find that Shevia's tornado speed winds spinning around her body produced enough force to knock him back. Then out of the cyclone gusts of wind hit into his chest like arms and legs. She tried to push him into the wall and force his body apart from the pressure. And no doubt she would send him through a few walls. "I will collapse this entire neighborhood if I have to! I've been running too long to be caught by the likes of you pig!"
  9. Please mark the Brazilian Province of Amazonas as the Amazonian Tribal Confederacy
  10. ...After the days of Martens the Silver and the when the world was swallowed by pestilence and plague, a world undreamed flickered into the minds and hearts of those without homes. Into this world stepped Vasryne, destined to wear the crowned diadem of Holy America upon a weary head. It is I, her chronicler who alone can tell thee of her saga. Let me tell you of the days of High Adventure! ...Deep in the jungles of the Amazon rain forests, now grown with greater strength from the times when all plant life seemed wiped from the desolate landscape of South America, a single canoe paddled down the vast expanse of the river. The single rider wiped the sweat from her brow as her powerful hands steered the boat towards the sound of clanking metal in the distance. She smiled and pulled her black hair back from her eyes. Her body glistened in the sparse rays of moonlight that pierced through the great canopy of trees. In the darkness of the Amazon, wild beasts roared and howled with delight as they watched potential prey slip down the river. The woman gave the same low growl as a single pier came into her view with a single torch lit upon its rickety wood. She let the canoe bob next to the pier before her boots hit hard upon the pier and took the torch in her hand. Another torch appeared from the underbrush as a man walked out. "Exhor guide you, Tebinid, is it finished?" "Come, see yourself, Vasryne, and admire my handiwork." Vasryne followed the large man up through the jungle path to a single wooden shack. Inside, the shack had few comforts of home aside from a bed, a table, and one chair. Tebinid took her beyond his home, out to a clearing in the back where a great kiln stood in a cloud of smoke. An anvil of equal power sat near the kiln and upon it lay a great sword, glistening as Vasryne's body did on the river. She grinned and reached for the blade. An extension of herself. Her hand touched the hilt and she screamed as the heat from the blade swept onto her skin. Such heat, such pain. But still she held on as if fashioning the blade to her hand. Tebinid looked on, his eyes shining with pride. Finally with a triumphant grunt, Vasryne lay the sword back onto the anvil and looked at her blistered hand, streams of blood and hot pus already snaked down across her palm. "Thank you, Tebinid, it could be made no better." "It is Exhor's sword, fashioned from blood and iron, I could be no happier than to give it to such a worthy warrior." He reached to take her hand. "Come inside, let me bandage it for you." "No," Vasryne pulled away, the blood already drying into a lines of twisted skin boiled on her hand. "It is His mark, it will heal or I will die." "At least stay here for the night or are you hard pressed to continue your adventure?" "I would have hoped to have you come with me. The Games of Manaus are in a week, and in a week, the tribes of the jungle will call me Chieftain and that is when I will need you more than anything, Tebinid. I have enemies and will have more enemies if I win at the Games. Please, make the trip with me." The blacksmith chuckled and rested his strong hand on Vasryne's broad shoulder. "You sleep in my bed tonight. I will wander the forest and listen to the beasts. They will tell me." "You already know what they will tell you, they will say, follow her to Manaus!" "Yes, yes the will, but the way the utter it, the way the natural lights descend from the trees, will put my mind at ease." Vasryne smiled and nodded, "Do not be long friend, I will look for you in the morning." Then she walked into the shack and fell upon the bed as her right palm continued to twist. Her tears came out hot. Exhor would decide if she should live the night.
  11. Her name was Phaidor and she appeared at the gates of Beijing under a white flag. At the gates she prostrated herself to the guards and asked for mercy. "To the rulers of Beijing, I bring you tidings. I have escaped from the clutches of the wicked warlord Khatun and wish for entrance into your city to meet with your commander. I bring him news of the horde's next movements and can assist him in destroying the barbarians before they arrive in Beijing. Please let me in, it will not be long before the Warlord realizes I have left and hunts me down for disloyalty, her horde approaches within the day!" Phaidor looked up at the guards over her and cried out. The rogue pleaded on her hands and knees.
  12. Sheiva kept her eyes on him as she backed up against the wall, no where to flee. For a moment she looked worried, confronted by a pursuer who she knew nothing about. Then a spark of confidence returned and Knight could easily see it in the girl's eyes as she straightened up her body and started walking toward him. "So you must be pretty resourceful to get out of that bar alive. A lot of those guys make sure I'm protected, so I'm guessing, from the blood," she eyed up his body, "I'm going to have to find new friends." Stopping a few feet from where he stood, she held up the locket. "And I should thank you, I haven't held this in a long time. People stole it from me, so I can at least be happy that you've returned it." Her eyes narrowed and a blue glint flashed in her pupils. "But I don't like to hang with people I don't know, especially ones who haven't introduced themselves formally. Who are you and where did you get my locket?" A strange breeze blew through the otherwise windless alleyway, shuffling papers around and felling clothes off their swinging hangers. "If you'd rather remain silent or you don't have anything good to say, I suggest you turn around and leave. Right now."
  13. The bouncers let Knight in easy enough, they requested only one thing, he needed to leave any weapons at the bar. Inside, the only lighting came from a few dim bulbs hanging over the bar, a few tables, and a dart board on the far side of the tavern. No one looked up when he stepped inside, no one cared. But when he started sitting down and asking people about the locket, a few men began to look up. Not at first, at first Knight only received, "Get the Hell away from me, I'm busy." "Stick it up your ass." "Leave me alone." But at about the fourth person, eyes started to follow him around the tavern and finally one of the men at the bar stood up and turned to the agent. He stood tall, a muscular man with the beginnings of a beard and a smell of fish to him. He had a mixture of Asian and Western blood, his eyes danced fiercely around the room. "Hey, buddy, are you some kind of cop? Asking all these questions? You want to know about the locket? Give it to me." The man stepped up to steal it from his hands before a hand reached over his shoulder. "It's my locket," said a woman's voice. "But I don't appreciate people asking questions, especially not here." The brute smiled as he pushed the girl away and turned back to Knight. "Well then I'll be sure to get it for you, darling." He widened his stance as more of the men rose from the bar, threatening glancing running over Knight's body. The girl with the spiky white hair, dressed in a black riding vest and black pants drew back with a smirk and shrugged her shoulders. "Shouldn't have come looking for me." Then hell broke loose.
  14. The border of the Empire of Shanghai stretched open upon the northern steppes where the ancient realm of the Manchus once stood. A legion of horsemen appeared over the horizon, their hooves making thunder as they advanced across the border towards the villages scattered over the plains. Khatun smiled at the small villages, smoke rising from the hearths as the distant sound of baying sheep and goats crossed the open air. "A fine day for a raid." She smiled looking at the lieutenants riding by her side. "Ride into the villages, demand their submission and kill the local leaders. If they resist, raze the villages to the ground. This is the example for defying my will." The lieutenants returned smiles more fit for animals than men and raised their hands as the horde set off in a great gallop toward the first farming community. --- It was a glorious slaughter. The first villages attempted to resist Khatun and her steppe devils as they rode in. Village elders would grant no submission and thus their bodies were pulled apart before molten iron, taken from the tools of the villages were poured into their open eyes and mouths. Those who continued to resist had their villages burnt to the ground. The men killed, the women and children taken upon horseback. Such was the example Khatun set for the government of Shanghai. A few men were allowed to live as messengers and tasked with bringing the mutilated skulls of the Elders to Shanghai and thrown at the feet of the Emperor with the Western name. Khatun's threat was simple. Surrender or be annihilated.
  15. Everyone knows Mars is a dying planet...that's half the fun! I GIVE YOU BARSOOM! (Which is Mars in Martian tongue) http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/165/7/c/map_of_barsoom_by_motion_music-d53glcd.png
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