Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 18:26:32 GMT
IN ANOTHER DISTANT PAST
“And so, through the slaughter, and the spilling of many a creatures blood, an empire Would be born…” the Timecaster mused to himself thoughtfully, as he regarded the Odd Symbols of the Zelic Text he had open on the ground in front of him. It’s pages fluttering softly in the wind. “Heh. Sounds like a nice enough read… “ He said, tilting his head thoughtfully, a respectful Smile on his face. “Let’s see how the real thing’s actually occurred.” He murmured. Turning his Gaze up from the book to the scene unfolding down the hill from where he sat, cross-legged on the grassy earth.
Below, the scene was an essential Replica of the one described in the ancient book, a single Warrior, clad in odd Blackish armor, Slaughtering the primitively garbed tribesmen and warriors that flanked him on either side, quickly and effectively Tearing into them with Bladed rifle weapons he carried in each hand. An Elite Warrior Class known as a heraldic. A fighter for the… Rather amusing Empire known as the Flux Acendancy.
“How long?” he wondered. “How long would it take him to Sink his claws into them, Drag them down along with the Tenebrean Empire. Not long, he guessed. They were vulnerable enough already; ready to divide themselves into two warring factions if things went right, and he was more then willing to make sure that they did.
He broke from his train of thought as the sounds of fighting below began to die down, the Heraldic having nearly decimated the Warriors, Who lay around him in a bloody pile of Gore and spilled guys and limbs. Which brought forth a chuckle to his lips.
“Pretty much exactly the same.” He said, Getting up from his Cross-legged position, letting the ancient tome fall off his lap and into the dust. Stretching his back a bit and re-adjusting the top hat he wore. “I guess that I should like to get into it.” He uttered cheerfully, before Disappearing with a Burst of static and light.
Reappearing in the midst of the fighting below. Immediately dodging the Enraged attacks of several tribesmen and warriors Whom he had sensed noticed his appearance. Felling each one with half casual swings and trusts of his staff, which shortened itself to resemble something more of a sword. Before addressing the Heraldic.
“Hey there.” He said, waving his hand cheerfully at the soldier of time as he cut down yet another few zelic warriors., Who wheeled around to face him, bladed rifles at the ready. “How’s life tending the killing fields eh?” he asked in the same cheerful demeanor, unfazed by the weapons pointed at him. The Tribesmen Backing away from the Two as they confronted each other, their animalistic rage suppressed for the moment as simple confusion and curiosity got the better of them, though they still held their stances ready to fight.
Behind his helmet. Del’s eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and Surprise, Who was this man? His clothes were unlike any on the planet at this age, or any age that was to come for it, but beyond that, and even more surprising was the fact that he had not even sensed his approach in the future. Which had to mean temporal manipulation. “Who are you?” he asked in his suit altered voice, as the realization of just what the man was became clear to him. “Timecaster…”
“Who am i?... “ The Timecaster asked, Putting a hand on his chest in a gesture that almost seemed hurt. “Del, I’m Surprised. You know me! You cannot recognize one of your own deities when he stands before you?” he asked in a voice laced with mock hurt.
Del Paused, “Who is this man” he wondered, and how could he possibly know
“him”, either way, it was a question best answered in the future then the now. Now, he had to take out the Temporian that stood before him before he could make a move that could jeopardize his mission. He raised his Rifles, one targeting the Temporian. The other poised to Slash or block him should he make a move to fight him. Which his Future Glimpsing tech informed him wouldn’t happen.
He Took two steps towards the timecaster, working into a half run, before he felt something impact him hard in the center of his back. There was an odd sound of wrenching metal and a sudden searing pain Erupting from the center of his chest.
He stopped, his eyes going down to see the first foot and a half of a blade protruding through his armor, and his eyes widened in mixed pain and ultimate surprise. How was that possible? His armor could easily withstand the primitive spears the tribesmen wielded, Then he looked back up. The Bladed rifles Dropping from his hands like stones and dissipating. The timecaster was gone from where he stood. Then he heard his voice, but now it was behind him.
“Hey there Del… Surprise! “
“Oh, I’m Sorry… Had to kill you.” The Timecaster said indifferently as held the blade, and by default Del up in the air in the position he had taken when he had impaled him, the Zelic Tribesmen Going up in a commotion at the concept of a prophet of Divinae being able to be killed in such a way.
The metals of his sword and The heraldic armor Sparking Aggressively where they came into contact with each other. “Too bad though… I kind of liked you. You remind me of me when I was of your age.” He said, Reflectively, tilting his head to the side. Before withdrawing his blade and allowing gravity to do it’s work. “ I wasn’t as dependent on Technology though.” He finished.
With a grunt, Del fell forward onto the ground, his alien blood beginning to pool under him.
“Oh worry not Del, these people will still receive their prophet.” The Timecaster said, suddenly kneeling down next to the Heraldic, turning him onto his back to look him better in his face. “The Slayer of the false profit, He will also bear the name Del. But his true name…” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper and getting closer to the heraldic's helmeted face. “Is the Chaw-Hast.”
Behind his faceplate, Dels eyes widened as the name of the creature kneeling over him struck him like a boulder.
“Terrifying isn’t it?” the Timecaster queried in his eternally cheerful tone. Before Gripping Dels head in his hands, Which had changed, looking more like Claws then true hands, before wrenching it off in a twisting motion. Sending the Tribesmen into a Frenzy of gleeful Yelling and Screaming.
“That’s just between you, your people, and me all right?…” He said, not entirely talking to the helmeted head, before tossing it over his shoulder. Turning his attention now to the Tribesmen Around him.
“Ahh. People of the Zelic!” He said, bringing his arms up to address them, His greatcoat billowing out behind him. “This FALSE Prophet, sought to lead you down the path to your own destruction. “I!” am the True prophet of the Divinae. I am… "Del.” He finished. Waiting for their response.
“!!Ahhh!!” One of them, their Chieftain spoke up. The bones on His Skull head dress rattling. “If that is true, then like him, you too must prove yourself as what you claim to be! Power or not.“ he said, raising a hand to point at the Timecaster. Who stood there for a moment with a perplexed look on his face. Before smirking cruelly.
“He took your stronger warriors in sacrifice to himself, Then I took Him in Sacrifice To “myself.” And you want more still?” he asked, a tone of genuine Perplexity in his voice. He could grow to like these people. “…Very well then”
“Truth be told.” Shaw said, grinning as the Skin Seemed to flow back from his face, revealing part of the skull underneath, as he gripped his Zeit Sword with a Sinister sort of glee, as the shocked tribesmen took several shuffling steps back. “I was hoping to join in the slaughter… the book “Says” Fifty, after all, and I only count twenty seven.”
== (O) ==
This is a Tenebrean Imperial News Report; being transmitted and brought live to you from Tenebrae City.
Reports continue to surface from multiple empires, of Unprovoked attacks From the immortal empire in systems on their outer Regions, reports saying that Isolated military craft or small Combat groups being attacked and taken over by immortal empire warships, their crews being jettisoned, and disappearing before Military responses could be mounted. Taking the Targeted vessels with them.
Stranger still are the reports that the targeted vessels appear to have gone down without any real Struggle or resistance being put up, Energy signature scans have revealed no discharged energy based weaponry being fired in the area of the attacks, confusing officials further.
Survivors of the Exceion system massacre have likened these strange reports of disappearances to the Lost Squadrons of Exceion, an entire Combat group of warships that vanished without trace or reason in the heat of the battle, with no wreckage being found to support them being destroyed.
The Empires that have reported these attacks so Far include,The IRS, The Tenebrean Collective, The Union of worlds, and The Spartan empire.
It is currently unknown when, or even if there will be another attack, more info on this story as it develops.
“And so, through the slaughter, and the spilling of many a creatures blood, an empire Would be born…” the Timecaster mused to himself thoughtfully, as he regarded the Odd Symbols of the Zelic Text he had open on the ground in front of him. It’s pages fluttering softly in the wind. “Heh. Sounds like a nice enough read… “ He said, tilting his head thoughtfully, a respectful Smile on his face. “Let’s see how the real thing’s actually occurred.” He murmured. Turning his Gaze up from the book to the scene unfolding down the hill from where he sat, cross-legged on the grassy earth.
Below, the scene was an essential Replica of the one described in the ancient book, a single Warrior, clad in odd Blackish armor, Slaughtering the primitively garbed tribesmen and warriors that flanked him on either side, quickly and effectively Tearing into them with Bladed rifle weapons he carried in each hand. An Elite Warrior Class known as a heraldic. A fighter for the… Rather amusing Empire known as the Flux Acendancy.
“How long?” he wondered. “How long would it take him to Sink his claws into them, Drag them down along with the Tenebrean Empire. Not long, he guessed. They were vulnerable enough already; ready to divide themselves into two warring factions if things went right, and he was more then willing to make sure that they did.
He broke from his train of thought as the sounds of fighting below began to die down, the Heraldic having nearly decimated the Warriors, Who lay around him in a bloody pile of Gore and spilled guys and limbs. Which brought forth a chuckle to his lips.
“Pretty much exactly the same.” He said, Getting up from his Cross-legged position, letting the ancient tome fall off his lap and into the dust. Stretching his back a bit and re-adjusting the top hat he wore. “I guess that I should like to get into it.” He uttered cheerfully, before Disappearing with a Burst of static and light.
Reappearing in the midst of the fighting below. Immediately dodging the Enraged attacks of several tribesmen and warriors Whom he had sensed noticed his appearance. Felling each one with half casual swings and trusts of his staff, which shortened itself to resemble something more of a sword. Before addressing the Heraldic.
“Hey there.” He said, waving his hand cheerfully at the soldier of time as he cut down yet another few zelic warriors., Who wheeled around to face him, bladed rifles at the ready. “How’s life tending the killing fields eh?” he asked in the same cheerful demeanor, unfazed by the weapons pointed at him. The Tribesmen Backing away from the Two as they confronted each other, their animalistic rage suppressed for the moment as simple confusion and curiosity got the better of them, though they still held their stances ready to fight.
Behind his helmet. Del’s eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and Surprise, Who was this man? His clothes were unlike any on the planet at this age, or any age that was to come for it, but beyond that, and even more surprising was the fact that he had not even sensed his approach in the future. Which had to mean temporal manipulation. “Who are you?” he asked in his suit altered voice, as the realization of just what the man was became clear to him. “Timecaster…”
“Who am i?... “ The Timecaster asked, Putting a hand on his chest in a gesture that almost seemed hurt. “Del, I’m Surprised. You know me! You cannot recognize one of your own deities when he stands before you?” he asked in a voice laced with mock hurt.
Del Paused, “Who is this man” he wondered, and how could he possibly know
“him”, either way, it was a question best answered in the future then the now. Now, he had to take out the Temporian that stood before him before he could make a move that could jeopardize his mission. He raised his Rifles, one targeting the Temporian. The other poised to Slash or block him should he make a move to fight him. Which his Future Glimpsing tech informed him wouldn’t happen.
He Took two steps towards the timecaster, working into a half run, before he felt something impact him hard in the center of his back. There was an odd sound of wrenching metal and a sudden searing pain Erupting from the center of his chest.
He stopped, his eyes going down to see the first foot and a half of a blade protruding through his armor, and his eyes widened in mixed pain and ultimate surprise. How was that possible? His armor could easily withstand the primitive spears the tribesmen wielded, Then he looked back up. The Bladed rifles Dropping from his hands like stones and dissipating. The timecaster was gone from where he stood. Then he heard his voice, but now it was behind him.
“Hey there Del… Surprise! “
“Oh, I’m Sorry… Had to kill you.” The Timecaster said indifferently as held the blade, and by default Del up in the air in the position he had taken when he had impaled him, the Zelic Tribesmen Going up in a commotion at the concept of a prophet of Divinae being able to be killed in such a way.
The metals of his sword and The heraldic armor Sparking Aggressively where they came into contact with each other. “Too bad though… I kind of liked you. You remind me of me when I was of your age.” He said, Reflectively, tilting his head to the side. Before withdrawing his blade and allowing gravity to do it’s work. “ I wasn’t as dependent on Technology though.” He finished.
With a grunt, Del fell forward onto the ground, his alien blood beginning to pool under him.
“Oh worry not Del, these people will still receive their prophet.” The Timecaster said, suddenly kneeling down next to the Heraldic, turning him onto his back to look him better in his face. “The Slayer of the false profit, He will also bear the name Del. But his true name…” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper and getting closer to the heraldic's helmeted face. “Is the Chaw-Hast.”
Behind his faceplate, Dels eyes widened as the name of the creature kneeling over him struck him like a boulder.
“Terrifying isn’t it?” the Timecaster queried in his eternally cheerful tone. Before Gripping Dels head in his hands, Which had changed, looking more like Claws then true hands, before wrenching it off in a twisting motion. Sending the Tribesmen into a Frenzy of gleeful Yelling and Screaming.
“That’s just between you, your people, and me all right?…” He said, not entirely talking to the helmeted head, before tossing it over his shoulder. Turning his attention now to the Tribesmen Around him.
“Ahh. People of the Zelic!” He said, bringing his arms up to address them, His greatcoat billowing out behind him. “This FALSE Prophet, sought to lead you down the path to your own destruction. “I!” am the True prophet of the Divinae. I am… "Del.” He finished. Waiting for their response.
“!!Ahhh!!” One of them, their Chieftain spoke up. The bones on His Skull head dress rattling. “If that is true, then like him, you too must prove yourself as what you claim to be! Power or not.“ he said, raising a hand to point at the Timecaster. Who stood there for a moment with a perplexed look on his face. Before smirking cruelly.
“He took your stronger warriors in sacrifice to himself, Then I took Him in Sacrifice To “myself.” And you want more still?” he asked, a tone of genuine Perplexity in his voice. He could grow to like these people. “…Very well then”
“Truth be told.” Shaw said, grinning as the Skin Seemed to flow back from his face, revealing part of the skull underneath, as he gripped his Zeit Sword with a Sinister sort of glee, as the shocked tribesmen took several shuffling steps back. “I was hoping to join in the slaughter… the book “Says” Fifty, after all, and I only count twenty seven.”
== (O) ==
This is a Tenebrean Imperial News Report; being transmitted and brought live to you from Tenebrae City.
Reports continue to surface from multiple empires, of Unprovoked attacks From the immortal empire in systems on their outer Regions, reports saying that Isolated military craft or small Combat groups being attacked and taken over by immortal empire warships, their crews being jettisoned, and disappearing before Military responses could be mounted. Taking the Targeted vessels with them.
Stranger still are the reports that the targeted vessels appear to have gone down without any real Struggle or resistance being put up, Energy signature scans have revealed no discharged energy based weaponry being fired in the area of the attacks, confusing officials further.
Survivors of the Exceion system massacre have likened these strange reports of disappearances to the Lost Squadrons of Exceion, an entire Combat group of warships that vanished without trace or reason in the heat of the battle, with no wreckage being found to support them being destroyed.
The Empires that have reported these attacks so Far include,The IRS, The Tenebrean Collective, The Union of worlds, and The Spartan empire.
It is currently unknown when, or even if there will be another attack, more info on this story as it develops.