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Bringing you the story of heroes.
Cugai faced the young wizard with a look of surprise, at first ready to bonk someone on the noggin, then recognizing that agonizingly loud ca-cawing. "Oh, hey, I haven't seen you two in a while. A little late, but not by a HUGE margin." Cugai points to the large screen behind him. "A large wormhole formed within the fabric of reality, and it's pierced right into my universe." He turns back around. "I'm sending in agents to try to find any stowaways, along with Pepperjack, who's gone missing. We could use your help with that."
Fugai stood in silence, scratching his nonexistent chin, muttering to himself. "Hmmm....I heard the Caeli were really powerful here...Could be a possibility." Fugai turns to HUNK. "Luckily, we've landed ourselves in a perfect starting spot." He points to the area behind HUNK. From afar, a castle could be seen, standing tall atop a hill. Surrounding the castle were many banners, all flying flags that sported what looked like a spider.
"See that?" Fugai spoke. "That's the castle of Emperor Spider. If we try to talk to him, perhaps we can get a good start on where to look. Assuming that reclusive bastard has made any friends. Keep your ears peeled, HUNK. You're going to notice a theme around here." Fugai starts walking, signaling HUNK to follow. "I haven't really checked up on this place, normally my brother visits our sister Universe, but that's because he uses it as a place to take a breather. Last time I was here, place was almost destroyed by a giant monster."
The path this group has chosen to walk seemed more absent of trees than anything, mostly the waving grass that breezed next to the path ahead. Strangely, as you walk more into the land, you see a branching path ahead, two paths to pick from here.
The first path would lead them deeper into the forest. Oddly, if you walk down this path, you can hear the sound of someone in the far distance playing the flute...badly
The second path leads them on a trail closer to Outpost B, but there's a large crater near by, and someone familiar laying in it, steaming.
All was quiet from this path, while there were two around the same area, who knew if they knew of one another's existence. Perhaps, only circumstance would tell. There was a town afar, but it was quite a ways away. As you walk your way to your possible destination, you come across three different paths.
The first path lead more closer to a forested area. A great place for a breather.
The second path was a curve that leads to a small forested area, but also to a dead end. Though, there seems to be a large burrow a the end of the path.
The third path leads to a campsite, but there seems to be only one tent that is occupied by two strangers. There is also a heavenly aroma.
Scratching his navy blue hair, he looked around at the forest that surround him. "What...where the hell am I?" He thought. Slowly standing, he began to walk a little bit, trying to get his body to wake up. He could remember, it was like he was thrown out of his world, and thrown out of the world he was thrown into. Aw jeez, is it going to happen again here?
The young lad then remembered, there was someone else with him. A...well, friend would be an insult. Still, he woundered where that cranky old Orc had gone. Was he even in the same plane? He tried to remember as much as his brain could, but as with any brain of his sort, he couldn't quite get it out. In fact, he seemed so out of it, that he didn't notice the ring of rope that was beneath his foot. Just as he was about to recall another memory of what happened, his entire body is flung up into the air, screaming as he hung upside down.
Back and forth he dangled, now fully awake, he began to relax a little bit, looking around for anyone that was nearby. The bushes nearby started to shake, the boy watching with wide eyes. It could be a cannibal, or a gremlin, or a tax evader...wait- Whatever it was, he wasn't going to wait to see what it was. The boy took a deep breath, so deep that the air around him shifted a little toward his body. He then breathed out, a stream of powerful air shooting out toward the bushes. Whatever was there jumped out of the way, and it threw something at the boy. A golden neck brace latched itself onto the boy's...well, neck. He stopped, coughing as the entity walked up to him.
It was an old man, a small one, too, no higher than Atticus' waist. He wore a grey helmet, and a white robe. On the chest, a scorpion design could be seen. "Well well, seems I caught me a teenager. And I thought that mudfish I caught earlier was bad."
"Hey!" The boy shouted. "The hell's the big idea! Get me down from here!"
The small man pulled out a device, square in shape. "I want to get a look at you." He said. "Tell me your name."
"My name?" The boy asked. "Yeah, it's Uni. Uni Tabathe."
The old man didn't' respond. Something seemed to catch his attention. Looking at the boys arms, he saw what looked like stripes. Grazing his old man hand across it, they felt almost like they were a different patch of skin, rough to the touch. He then reaches his hand over, and plucks a strand of the boys hair, a small yelp escaping the boys lips. Dropping the strand into a small vile, he places it all inside the machine. He squints his eyes.
"Says here, your name is Atticus Chartoff...Impressive Magic Concentration...." The old man kept his eyes on the screen, Atticus looking back up at the rope. He tries reaching for it, only to feel something grab his hair, the grip getting tighter and tighter. The old man looks over at Atticus, glaring. "I knew there was something about you."
"Is it my deodorant?" Atticus said. "I'm sorry that I like the smell of arbor, ok?"
"Not that, you parasite." The old man said. "Says here you're a blueblood."
"OK, just because my hair is an unnatural color-"
"No." The old man scolded. "You're Emperor Centipede's Grandson."
"Ooooooooooooooooh." Atticus said. "I meeeaaan.....I already kind of found that out, a long time ago-"
The old man releases Atticus, glaring at him. "You unworthy filth. Is this what the princess was doing? Running off to spawn this...failure?"
"Hey, I did nothing to you!...uuuh..."
"I am Louse." The old man said. "The oldest serving soldier to the great Emperor Scorpion!"
"Emperor- Hold up, isn't he...ya know...dead?" Atticus asked.
"Live or dead, my service to the Emperor will never falter." Louse said. "I've lived long enough to know that your grandfather was an incompetent fool, his foolish ambition to cut all trading routes to Emperor Scorpion's domain."
"Yawn, didn't ask for a history lesson." Atticus said.
Louse looked up at Atticus. "You are going to remain here. I'll come back to retrieve your corpse. Perhaps once you're dead, I can use you as leverage over that spineless weasel."
"Hey! Wait! Get back here!" Atticus struggled, trying to shake off the thing clamped on his neck. Well, isn't this great. He's lost, and now some old loser with an unknown vendetta against gramps is going to kill him....crap. Atticus closed his eyes. Trying to think of a way out of his predicament. He thought of how he could just pull himself up, and untie the rope. He though of just pulling the rope in half. He thought of- conk.
Without any warning, Atticus dropped onto the ground, slowly getting up, feeling his leg. It had gone a little numb, but everything was still there. Looking at the rope, it looked like something cut- wait, no, something chewed through the rope. Atticus looked up at the tree. Nothing was there. Maybe it was a squirrel? Would a squirrel even do this to a rope? The sound of something rustling near was heard, he turns over to see something standing next to him. It was a little girl. She wore a little Kimono dress, her skin as white as snow. The girl had two large rabbit ears protruding out of her head, and even little buck teeth. Oddly, not the weirdest thing he's seen.
"Uuuummm...." Atticus didn't know what to say. "Did you...Did you cut me free?"
She didn't say anything. She simply stood there, looking at him. Atticus also grew silent. They stayed like this for a good minute, before he spoke again, reaching for her. "Thank you-"
The young girl jumped back in fear, like a rabbit would, quickly falling on all fours, and running away.
"Wait!" Atticus called out. Standing up, he was about to run after her, only to find he couldn't run. "Come back! I just wanted to say thank you!"
Fugai stood in silence, scratching his nonexistent chin, muttering to himself. "Hmmm....I heard the Caeli were really powerful here...Could be a possibility." Fugai turns to HUNK. "Luckily, we've landed ourselves in a perfect starting spot." He points to the area behind HUNK. From afar, a castle could be seen, standing tall atop a hill. Surrounding the castle were many banners, all flying flags that sported what looked like a spider.
"See that?" Fugai spoke. "That's the castle of Emperor Spider. If we try to talk to him, perhaps we can get a good start on where to look. Assuming that reclusive bastard has made any friends. Keep your ears peeled, HUNK. You're going to notice a theme around here." Fugai starts walking, signaling HUNK to follow. "I haven't really checked up on this place, normally my brother visits our sister Universe, but that's because he uses it as a place to take a breather. Last time I was here, place was almost destroyed by a giant monster."
The path this group has chosen to walk seemed more absent of trees than anything, mostly the waving grass that breezed next to the path ahead. Strangely, as you walk more into the land, you see a branching path ahead, two paths to pick from here.
The first path would lead them deeper into the forest. Oddly, if you walk down this path, you can hear the sound of someone in the far distance playing the flute...badly
The second path leads them on a trail closer to Outpost B, but there's a large crater near by, and someone familiar laying in it, steaming.
All was quiet from this path, while there were two around the same area, who knew if they knew of one another's existence. Perhaps, only circumstance would tell. There was a town afar, but it was quite a ways away. As you walk your way to your possible destination, you come across three different paths.
The first path lead more closer to a forested area. A great place for a breather.
The second path was a curve that leads to a small forested area, but also to a dead end. Though, there seems to be a large burrow a the end of the path.
The third path leads to a campsite, but there seems to be only one tent that is occupied by two strangers. There is also a heavenly aroma.
Somewhere in Universe B...
The sun. The warm, beautiful sun. It was a wonderous feeling to behold. Laying on the dirt below was a young boy, a teenager, who was soaking in the suns rays like he was on vacation. Though, now that he thought about it, it was rather odd that he was feeling the sun. Last time he checked, he was in an unknown world, surrounded by snow, and talking animals. He slowly began to open his eyes, this sudden revelation giving him enough reason to stop lazying on the ground.Scratching his navy blue hair, he looked around at the forest that surround him. "What...where the hell am I?" He thought. Slowly standing, he began to walk a little bit, trying to get his body to wake up. He could remember, it was like he was thrown out of his world, and thrown out of the world he was thrown into. Aw jeez, is it going to happen again here?
The young lad then remembered, there was someone else with him. A...well, friend would be an insult. Still, he woundered where that cranky old Orc had gone. Was he even in the same plane? He tried to remember as much as his brain could, but as with any brain of his sort, he couldn't quite get it out. In fact, he seemed so out of it, that he didn't notice the ring of rope that was beneath his foot. Just as he was about to recall another memory of what happened, his entire body is flung up into the air, screaming as he hung upside down.
Back and forth he dangled, now fully awake, he began to relax a little bit, looking around for anyone that was nearby. The bushes nearby started to shake, the boy watching with wide eyes. It could be a cannibal, or a gremlin, or a tax evader...wait- Whatever it was, he wasn't going to wait to see what it was. The boy took a deep breath, so deep that the air around him shifted a little toward his body. He then breathed out, a stream of powerful air shooting out toward the bushes. Whatever was there jumped out of the way, and it threw something at the boy. A golden neck brace latched itself onto the boy's...well, neck. He stopped, coughing as the entity walked up to him.
It was an old man, a small one, too, no higher than Atticus' waist. He wore a grey helmet, and a white robe. On the chest, a scorpion design could be seen. "Well well, seems I caught me a teenager. And I thought that mudfish I caught earlier was bad."
"Hey!" The boy shouted. "The hell's the big idea! Get me down from here!"
The small man pulled out a device, square in shape. "I want to get a look at you." He said. "Tell me your name."
"My name?" The boy asked. "Yeah, it's Uni. Uni Tabathe."
The old man didn't' respond. Something seemed to catch his attention. Looking at the boys arms, he saw what looked like stripes. Grazing his old man hand across it, they felt almost like they were a different patch of skin, rough to the touch. He then reaches his hand over, and plucks a strand of the boys hair, a small yelp escaping the boys lips. Dropping the strand into a small vile, he places it all inside the machine. He squints his eyes.
"Says here, your name is Atticus Chartoff...Impressive Magic Concentration...." The old man kept his eyes on the screen, Atticus looking back up at the rope. He tries reaching for it, only to feel something grab his hair, the grip getting tighter and tighter. The old man looks over at Atticus, glaring. "I knew there was something about you."
"Is it my deodorant?" Atticus said. "I'm sorry that I like the smell of arbor, ok?"
"Not that, you parasite." The old man said. "Says here you're a blueblood."
"OK, just because my hair is an unnatural color-"
"No." The old man scolded. "You're Emperor Centipede's Grandson."
"Ooooooooooooooooh." Atticus said. "I meeeaaan.....I already kind of found that out, a long time ago-"
The old man releases Atticus, glaring at him. "You unworthy filth. Is this what the princess was doing? Running off to spawn this...failure?"
"Hey, I did nothing to you!...uuuh..."
"I am Louse." The old man said. "The oldest serving soldier to the great Emperor Scorpion!"
"Emperor- Hold up, isn't he...ya know...dead?" Atticus asked.
"Live or dead, my service to the Emperor will never falter." Louse said. "I've lived long enough to know that your grandfather was an incompetent fool, his foolish ambition to cut all trading routes to Emperor Scorpion's domain."
"Yawn, didn't ask for a history lesson." Atticus said.
Louse looked up at Atticus. "You are going to remain here. I'll come back to retrieve your corpse. Perhaps once you're dead, I can use you as leverage over that spineless weasel."
"Hey! Wait! Get back here!" Atticus struggled, trying to shake off the thing clamped on his neck. Well, isn't this great. He's lost, and now some old loser with an unknown vendetta against gramps is going to kill him....crap. Atticus closed his eyes. Trying to think of a way out of his predicament. He thought of how he could just pull himself up, and untie the rope. He though of just pulling the rope in half. He thought of- conk.
Without any warning, Atticus dropped onto the ground, slowly getting up, feeling his leg. It had gone a little numb, but everything was still there. Looking at the rope, it looked like something cut- wait, no, something chewed through the rope. Atticus looked up at the tree. Nothing was there. Maybe it was a squirrel? Would a squirrel even do this to a rope? The sound of something rustling near was heard, he turns over to see something standing next to him. It was a little girl. She wore a little Kimono dress, her skin as white as snow. The girl had two large rabbit ears protruding out of her head, and even little buck teeth. Oddly, not the weirdest thing he's seen.
"Uuuummm...." Atticus didn't know what to say. "Did you...Did you cut me free?"
She didn't say anything. She simply stood there, looking at him. Atticus also grew silent. They stayed like this for a good minute, before he spoke again, reaching for her. "Thank you-"
The young girl jumped back in fear, like a rabbit would, quickly falling on all fours, and running away.
"Wait!" Atticus called out. Standing up, he was about to run after her, only to find he couldn't run. "Come back! I just wanted to say thank you!"
