12-19-2006, 05:45 PM
OOC: Fear not, for my own fears of my crappy DSL have proven to be mostly false. However it is prone to going down for unknown lengths of time anywhere from five seconds to five hours. So it's going to be a bumpy ride for me until I manage to switch to cable after the first of the year. But anyhoo, I actually have a plot for this RPG written down so I don't have to ride(and write) by the seat of my pants.
IC: While the arrivals of chosen did much to add to the growing hope within Clockmon's heart, the fact that they kept coming after he had hoped to explain the situation only once began to frustrate him a bit. With the arrival of Dalin, clockmon hoped this would be the last.
"We have another." Arukenimon said leading Dalin into the room.
Like all the others, Ezekiel took a glance at the newcomer but something kept his gaze on him a bit longer. Something seemed to unsettle him greatly, something that could not be placed. This feeling seemed to emanate from the newcomer and move with him. His gaze was broken when he heard the sound of a door closing, it was Arukenimon.
"Now how can you be sure more aren't coming?" Clockmon said.
"Call it a hunch." She responded. "Now since I'm sure that you're tired of constantly explaining the situation every time someone new walks in. I'll give the speech this time."
"Be my guest." Clockmon said. "I'll be in the library, show them to what rooms you can find when you're finished.
"Ok then, for all you new people, and even some of you who didn't get all of it, here's the situation. Once upon a time, this place, called the Digital World was made from all the digital information and such from the human world, known as Earth by most and as Holy Terra some 40,000 years from now apparently." Arukenimon opened "And by now, I mean the very late twentieth century, of course now that doesn't matter anymore because this whole world was forced outside of time. No one knows who or what did it or why, it just happened and now we have to deal with all you kids coming from different points in history and different planets to boot. Well that's the quick and dirty version, and in my opinion if you're going to save this world or do whatever, you'll want to get to know each other better. Upstairs you'll find some rooms, I'm pretty sure there are enough to go around, especially since I think those of you with partners can share."
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"Speak the words and the gods will hear you!" Speaks the young man before an armed mob ready to storm the castle of Myotismon. "Charge! Let your blood be an offering! Each sacrifice gives us all strength!"
A mighty roar is heard from the crowd as they rush forward and attack the castle guardians, Knightmon, Tankmon, and other such armored digimon. In the back, the young man, the half-human, half-eldar Armisael looks at the device he gained shortly after he came to this world. A meter could be seen on it, looking forward, he could see the attacking digimon being killed, looking back at the device, he could see the meter rising. Within, he could feel his power growing, it would not be long until the amount of blood and death reaches the point to where he can finally utilize his powers as a chosen and as an apostate of chaos. Time passes, and a few guards go down, but most of the rebelling digimon are already dead, Armisael glances at his digivice, and seeing the meter full, he knows the time is come.
"Khorne, god of blood and war, grant me your gifts and your strength. Let me fight and kill in your name!" Armisael proclaimed as a bright red light envelopes and elevates him above the ground. The light grows brighter and brighter until suddenly vanishing and leaving something completely different in the place of Armisael, a great, armored warrior with all-concealing brass colored armor weilding a great axe.
The few rebelling digimon who still lived felt thier hearts sank as they saw that they were the only ones left alive. Now they had a reason for hope, but something within most of them felt that this was wrong, that this legendary warrior now coming to join the fight was not who he appeared. Guard after guard after guard fell to his axe, but he cared not for those he led, he simply let them die and let thier blood and souls nourish him. When all was said and done, the warrior of Chaos was the last man standing, and he stood in front of Myotismon.
IC: While the arrivals of chosen did much to add to the growing hope within Clockmon's heart, the fact that they kept coming after he had hoped to explain the situation only once began to frustrate him a bit. With the arrival of Dalin, clockmon hoped this would be the last.
"We have another." Arukenimon said leading Dalin into the room.
Like all the others, Ezekiel took a glance at the newcomer but something kept his gaze on him a bit longer. Something seemed to unsettle him greatly, something that could not be placed. This feeling seemed to emanate from the newcomer and move with him. His gaze was broken when he heard the sound of a door closing, it was Arukenimon.
"Now how can you be sure more aren't coming?" Clockmon said.
"Call it a hunch." She responded. "Now since I'm sure that you're tired of constantly explaining the situation every time someone new walks in. I'll give the speech this time."
"Be my guest." Clockmon said. "I'll be in the library, show them to what rooms you can find when you're finished.
"Ok then, for all you new people, and even some of you who didn't get all of it, here's the situation. Once upon a time, this place, called the Digital World was made from all the digital information and such from the human world, known as Earth by most and as Holy Terra some 40,000 years from now apparently." Arukenimon opened "And by now, I mean the very late twentieth century, of course now that doesn't matter anymore because this whole world was forced outside of time. No one knows who or what did it or why, it just happened and now we have to deal with all you kids coming from different points in history and different planets to boot. Well that's the quick and dirty version, and in my opinion if you're going to save this world or do whatever, you'll want to get to know each other better. Upstairs you'll find some rooms, I'm pretty sure there are enough to go around, especially since I think those of you with partners can share."
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"Speak the words and the gods will hear you!" Speaks the young man before an armed mob ready to storm the castle of Myotismon. "Charge! Let your blood be an offering! Each sacrifice gives us all strength!"
A mighty roar is heard from the crowd as they rush forward and attack the castle guardians, Knightmon, Tankmon, and other such armored digimon. In the back, the young man, the half-human, half-eldar Armisael looks at the device he gained shortly after he came to this world. A meter could be seen on it, looking forward, he could see the attacking digimon being killed, looking back at the device, he could see the meter rising. Within, he could feel his power growing, it would not be long until the amount of blood and death reaches the point to where he can finally utilize his powers as a chosen and as an apostate of chaos. Time passes, and a few guards go down, but most of the rebelling digimon are already dead, Armisael glances at his digivice, and seeing the meter full, he knows the time is come.
"Khorne, god of blood and war, grant me your gifts and your strength. Let me fight and kill in your name!" Armisael proclaimed as a bright red light envelopes and elevates him above the ground. The light grows brighter and brighter until suddenly vanishing and leaving something completely different in the place of Armisael, a great, armored warrior with all-concealing brass colored armor weilding a great axe.
The few rebelling digimon who still lived felt thier hearts sank as they saw that they were the only ones left alive. Now they had a reason for hope, but something within most of them felt that this was wrong, that this legendary warrior now coming to join the fight was not who he appeared. Guard after guard after guard fell to his axe, but he cared not for those he led, he simply let them die and let thier blood and souls nourish him. When all was said and done, the warrior of Chaos was the last man standing, and he stood in front of Myotismon.