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The mystery of Auras. Over 5000 years ago Auras were discovered. They affect people who can weild them both physically and mentally. To most of the world the knowlege of the auras have been lost. It's now the year 3054. The war against the aura weilders has begun. Demon-like dogs called aura eaters are the main weapon against these aura weilders. Do the weilders have what it takes to defeat the king and survive?, or will they all be killed for the king's greedy purposes? Only time will tell.


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Two boys are running through the forest. All one can here is the leaves cracking under their feet. A growing sound was following them and by the way it sounded it was getting closer, whatever it was.

"Come on Xen. Just a little bit further. If we can make it just outside the woods there's an underground entrance." Said Johnny twoards Xen.

Xen nodded and continued running. The sound behind them growing louder still. Xen was breathing hard, the fear shown in each breath he took.

"Look Xen we're almost there. We're almo... Ahhhh!" The single aura eater following the two caught up and bit Johnny's aura apart. He tripped but was able to regain himself but no longer had his aura. He'd get it back if they could escape. Noticing Xen about to turn around he yelled. "Keep going. Just a little farther." As they neared the underground entrance Xen opened it up as the aura eater returned. He jumped at Johnny and wrapped his teeth around his leg. "Go now Xen!!!!"

Xen put his arm out twoard Johnny but it was too late. The aura eater had him. It dragged him back a bit and wrapped his teeth around his throat, finishing the job. Xen went under and slammed the entrance shut. He slid down the wall and tears began running down his face. "The king will pay. Once I find the resistance he will PAY!!!"

Liam spun in a broad circle, fire spraying with lethal accuracy from his semi-automatic. Several raiders dropped and others retreated into the trees, limping and clutching their extremities. The hero of the township of Canton, the leader of its militia and the sole means of survival of its people, shot an incendiary round into the air and tackled another fighter to the round just before a seeker would have taken her out of the world. The heat-seeking missile followed the incendiary and disappeared harmlessly into the thick cloud cover. As embers rained down on the battle, all orange and gold, Liam jumped back up to lead a last, definitive assault on the thieves that so plagued his home town.
A flicker of unnatural black caught at the edge of Liam's vision and dragged his head around, distracting him for enough time for a volley of bullets to dissolve ineffectually in his brown Aura.
Then came the flood. A seething mass of black uniforms, faceless and impersonal the way a brick wall across a freeway is impersonal, the way acid rain is impersonal, swept the battlefield, made a river between the thieves' forest and the town. They struck out ruthlessly, randomly, leaving the defensive force crippled and clotted with injured men. They trampled the militia and grabbed Liam by the arms and legs and carried him away, like an immovable riptide of fate. Liam lifted his head to watch helplessly as in their wake his militia was crushed by the raiders, his town overtaken. The diseased obsidian river carried him away and left a scar of death and decay behind, in the place he loved and had, formerly, protected.

"I'm not as noble as you think."
Liam's bulky muscles were lashed so tight they bled - only his head was mobile. It rolled back and forth seemingly out of his control, driven by physical pain and the incomprehensibility of his loss.
He continued, "I'm not in the resistance. I only care about Canton. Just Canton." He looked up suddenly and, laughing ridiculously, said, "I thought about it before. I thought about joining the resistance. But it was too much risk to Canton. Too much risk... to that smoking pile of rubble. Look what you turned it into now." Shaking his head he repeated, "Too much risk..."
Caleb was annoyed. "Shut him up," he snapped to a guard, who smacked Liam hard across the back of the head. It seemed to have no effect - he was done talking anyway.
Caleb's eyes peered over the crushed man. He was beginning to believe him. But he made just one last, impulsive assault. "Who are you?" he screamed, like an amateur, like a child, and crazed desperation was in his sickly eyes.
A stone-coldness came into the captive's face and he said with perfect certainty and an eerie calm, 'I am Liam Armistead. Head of the resistance. The thorn in your side. The only thing keeping you from total domination. I am your nightmare, and they are coming for you."
He didn't expect to be believed. That wasn't the point.
Caleb yelled senselessly and shoved the prisoner's chest, toppling him over, and, pivoting on the sole of a white boot, stalked out of the room. In the doorway he snapped his fingers. With that final signal to his second to eliminate the man, he slammed the door. He never looked back.

His body settled in a plush chair and a sullen, cold anger settled on his face. King Caleb Jerimiah picked at the hem of his white sleeve and as the muffled dying cry of a warrior pierced the walls, his servants noticed blood on his hands.

He had been in hiding, always hiding. He had a tough time hiding his aura though. He was now moving through a dense forest trying to get away from an Aura eater. He had his weapons but the last time he had fought one he almost lost his life. What could he do? He barely knew how to control his powers, the only thing he was good at was swinging the swords he had on his back. He leaned against a tree for a a moment to catch his breath. He was tired extremely tired being hounded by this thing, wasn't exactly easy to get away from. He sighed, he had wasted to much time catching his breath and began to run again. This time he knew the creature was right on his heels he could hear it. He only shook his head "Can't...Stop...Running.." he said to himself as he continued only to have to start running faster, it was gaining on him.

He shook his head. "I can't run anymore.." he turned to the thing and drew his swords, but before he had time to react it ran into him knocking him into a tree. Stunned momentarily he stood up and barely got out of the way of the next attack he swung his sword at a downward angle, but this thing was too quick cleanly dodging his attack. He growled angrily "Can't you just die simply!" he yelled at the thing as he could feel a power stirring inside of him. He didn't know what it was and he didn't really like it. He charged at the creature again this time swinging both swords an in X pattern downwards. He nicked it just barely leaving a cut on it's side. He knew the cut had to be deep but the creature seemed fine now just royally pissed. He groaned as he only shook his head. "I'm done for...I can barely even hit this thing.." he said with a sigh, he was about ready to give up.

(OOC:hope this is alright i'm so busy i couldn't think of anything else..)

Roland stepped out of the transport ship, the heels of his boots making a short clipping sound as he walked forward. His escort filed out behind him, a colonel and his retinue. His security personnel had already signaled for him to come out and were now sweeping the area. Ahead at his command tent he saw a messenger wearing the King's livery. As he drew nearer the messenger saluted, after returning the salute Roland motion for his staff to leave. He then stepped into the command tent with the messenger on his heels.

"At ease, messenger. What does his majesty wish to tell me?" Roland sat behind his desk and moved a small stack of papers out of the way to clear some space.

"His Majesty has merely commanded that I update you on his progress and return to him with word of your own progress." The messenger replied, his brown curly hair bouncing a bit as he spoke.

"Well, let's hear it then." sighed Roland leaning back unprofessionally in his chair.

"His Excellency has questioned many heretics and is much closer than previously. We are assured that we are close to the enemy's throat." The Imperial messenger watched Roland with a look of mild disdain before covering it up quickly. The General pretended not to notice.

"Take these intelligence reports to Caleb," Roland said standing and passing the stack of papers to the messenger. "They have the location of a small band of witches. I am unsure as to whether they are related to the Resistance or not. Also, advise His Majesty that my Intelligence Division is at his disposal if he wishes it." Roland started to take off his coat, a clear dismissal.

"One last thing, Lord General." the messenger piped in as he was leaving. "The King wanted me to remind you of the Advisory Council meeting in two days hence, your presence is mandatory."

Watching the messenger's back as he exited, Lord General Kurtland pressed the comm button on his desk. "Inform Colonel Hyrtz that he may enter."

Roland sat down again and prepared for the Colonel's arrival. The Colonel was older and more experienced than he. The old man was a little resentful, but honest and loyal.

You fricken retarded piece of panty waste. You got me lost again. I know you don't know one tree from the next, but come on. It shouldn't be hard to get out of a forest, Kiljoy thought angrily to himself. He had found this forest a quick escape from the pursuing military and aura hunters. Kiljoy had thought that it would certainly be near impossible for him to be tracked in such a damp, dark and smell-ridden place; and he was right. He then ran into the other side of the problem; it was hard to be tracked, but being unfamiliar with the forest made it impossible for him to know how to get out. Kiljoy's feet made no sound as they swiftly carried his lithe body through the dense forest, his arms flowing behind him in accordance with his speed. The wind was flowing with him to increase his speed. Hope I don't run into any more aura hunters or aura eaters. Or feces. I'd really like to not step into any shit.

Kiljoy kept running through the somewhat quiet forest, becoming annoyed with the amount of birds making their incessant noises. Alright, no more! he thought, a few choice words slipping his lips cursing the birds. The wind changed direction pushing on Kilyjoy's back as he ran up the nearest tree. "Shut up or die!" he yelled at the chirping birds as he made his ascent, though no bird listened. He jumped and landed on a nearby branch in a squat, his head moving around erratically as if to find a feathered creature to fillet. But something other than a bird caught his eye. On the forest floor not too far away a large man got bounced off a tree with a crack by an aura eater. Kiljoy cocked his head to one side and furrowed his brow (though the mask hid the facial expression) as he watched the lage man unsheath his equally large swords and attack the aura eater which dodged the first hit, but was scraped on the second swing. Kiljoy watched the dogs movements closely, the growling becoming apparent as it grew angrier from the large mans last swing. He flicked a sharpened, metal stake to his gloved hand, aimed and flung it towards the aura eaters right eye at an incredibly high speed, courtesy of the wind. The stake sunk deep into the aura eater's eye, but not deep enough to pierce the brain. The beast howled in pain and anger, blood surging out its new wound. Kiljoy lifted his mask a little and yelled, "Hey big and beefy! Try swinging now!"

He heard the voice and nodded as he charged the thing as he swung in another X pattern this time decapitating the Aura eater. He looked up into the trees his swords still out and he stood there in a defensive stance "Thank you....but who are you...and what do you want..?" he asked grudgingly. He didn't trust anyone he didn't like it when people helped because the last time a few people helped him they wanted something. He only blinked a few times the feeling of the power began to dissipate inside him as he felt alittle calmer. "If I may who are you...?" he asked his guard still up but he wasn't so held on his defensive position. "Why did you help me...?" He had so many questions he planned all of them getting answers.

Xen was underground still at the entrance for a while. He finally climbed back out when he didn't hear anything anymore. The aura eater was gone and he didn't hear anything anymore. He looked around and found his friends body lying on the ground. He walks over and kneels down beside it. The corpse's face was half chewed off, the arms and one leg mutilated from being biten, and the torson had bite marks and claws marks all over it. The second leg was completely ripped off and missin. Xen looked at Johnny's neck and saw it riddled with holes from the initial strike that killed him.


While everything was going on, Scythe was just sitting back in his chambers. He sent the aura eaters after any aura weilders still around. So far most of them returned with some proof of at least one death. A few however had not returned and wouldn't.


((If anyone wants to speak with Scythe just go ahead to his room.))

We lost two more men today. I fear that our army is losing people at a faster rate than it's gaining them. We've traveled a long and hard road in search of recruits, and we've had . . . limited success. Morale has been low of late, but I have no doubt that we'll get through this hard time just like any other. The only thing I can do is trust in my leader's ability to bring us out of this dark tunnel and into the light. If anyone's capable of a feat such as that-it's Red.

A wise man once told me that it's not always those who would call themselves mighty which prevail. Sometimes it's those who seem weak in the eyes of the masses, but are truly mighty at heart. I wasn't always certain what he meant by that, but I think I understand it now. More than that, I believe it.

Though the law calls us criminals, and the King hunts us down like dogs, we are the innocents. And though some of us may fall, fighting for what is right and true, the rest of us will never stop. We will prevail no matter how long it takes.


Asher put down his pen with a soft sigh. He closed the worn, forest green book with a snap, and returned it to it's rightful place in his travel pack. Though, inwardly, he believed every word he had written only a few moments ago, his outward appearance was as worn-down and slightly hopeless as the rest of the men in the small rebellion army.

He had not been lying when he'd said the morale level was low. The men were positively walking around like zombies. What they needed, was one win; one little success to get them moving in the right direction. But, successes these days were few and far between.

Asher lifted his head and absentmindedly looked around him. His eyes stopped, focusing on the soldier on watch. He was a newer recruit with a young face and a skinny frame. The kid looked as if he were starting to fall asleep. He shook his head and rose, walking over to him. With a forced smile, Asher placed his hand on the shoulder of the young man.

“I'll start my watch a little early tonight,” he said, his tone dismissive.

“Sir, I-”

“Go on.”

The young man did as he was told, a look of shame crossing his face. Normally, Asher would never let him off that easy, but the kid was new, and he thought he deserved at least one break . . . and only one.

Kiljoy chuckled a little as the large man asked so many questions, moving his mask back to its comfortable position. He smiled beneath the mask and leaned backwards, swinging off the branch into a gymnastic quality dismount and landed without a hitch. He struck a dismount pose before bowing to the imaginary crowd. "And he sticks the dismount like a pro. What can't this skinny piece of meat do?!" he said, mimicking an announcer's voice. As if he didn't even notice what he just did, Kiljoy walked towards the man who was still brandishing his blades. Eyeing the swords, he placed one hand on his hip and shot the other hand straight out - and began to waggle his finger. "Have no fear, citizen! If I wanted you dead, you would've been so while the dog was still alive."

The outstretched arm moved to his chin in a thinking sort of way and he began to pace side to side in front of the man. "Who am I you ask?," he started, "What a deep question to ask when you first meet someone. For who really knows who they are? All is perception and I may see me as something completely different from what you see. And in that realm of thought, it is you who must decide who I am for your own sake. Friend? Foe? Prey? Predator? Captain of the Scarlet Fleet with its many boats made from various fruits?" He paused. "It is for you decide. I, however, am a great wizard," he stated, punctuating his words with the hand that was on his chin, his volume moving in a gathering crescendo. "A grand vizier of time and space, who knows not where he has come from or where he is going!"

He stopped in mid-stride, the one hand ended up pointed straight at the sky, and looked at the large man. He quirked his head to the side. "Where was I going with this?" he asked, his tone amazingly plain after all the nonsense he just spouted. He made an "ah-ha" gesture, holding out his left hand, palm up and hammer-fisted it lightly. "Call me Kiljoy. And I helped you because you looked like you needed it. If you didn't, then I'm sure I can find another one of these things and lead him to you so you can wave your rather large swords at it," he said, pointing at the decapitated aura eater.

And with all the seriousness his brain was able to muster, he turned to completely face the large man, arms dangling at his side.

"And I want candy."

Soki looked at the male "um...ok then.." he said as he walked off, This guy was crazy, Soki didn't like crazy, he was a serious guy and stuck to what he needed to do. "Alright if your so great then stop being foolish...yes i needed help but keep bragging about it i'll leave you to die if and when you get attacked.." he said as he walked on. Soon making a path through the forest, soon he noticed someone standing in a clearing as he walked forward. He was holding something and as Soki got closer he realized it was a body as he stopped a few feet short "H-hi...um..." he looked around "Is there any place i could maybe hide out...?" he asked scratching the back of his neck. He said as he looked around. He really didn't feel like dying in his sleep at all.

Xen was now holding Johnny's lifeless body. He was his best friend and the aura eaters killed him. Xen may have been older but he acted as if he was only 14 years old. It wasn't on purpose just how his mind worked. When he felt he needed to fight. That was a different story. All his anger and hatred would manifest itself causing him to fight every fight as if he was about to be slaughtered. He backed up as someone came out of the woods. It suprised him and because of that he ignored what the person said. "Back off. Are you here to finish me? I won't go quietly!" His purple aura was now visible and it surrounded him and Johnny. Ice spears began to form in mid air seemingly coming from his aura. He'd let the man speak before he struck though.

Soki only sighed softly "If i was hear to attack you i wouldn't have announced my presence..So will you calm down...I'm just here to find a place to rest...to where i won't get attacked again.." he said softly as he looked towards the air where the ice was as he shook his head. If needed he'd use the earth as a shield but right now he was tired and didn't care "Look if your gonna try and kill me get it over with..not like I've got anything else to live for..." he said as he stood there just looking at the male and the body in his arms.

The big guy was walking away and all Kiljoy was able to think was how rude it was to do so. Well at least he said thank you, Kiljoy thought as he jogged a bit to catch up to the large man, who had stopped near the entrance of something and was apparently talking to nothing, as Kiljoy saw it. He moved a little to the right to actually see what the large guy was talking to and saw it was a kid, holding another kid, though the other kid was either alive and heavily maimed or dead and heavily maimed. Kiljoy chose dead and heavily maimed. Ice spears appeared in the air in front of the big guy poised in a killing strike, obviously from the little boy who just screamed something about not going quietly. The large man exchanged words with the kid, saying he had nothing left to live for.

"Wrong!" Kiljoy chimed in, walking towards the two and the reverting to a squat position beside the large man and in front of the kid. "You have to live long enough to get the cake I wanted for saving your life." He tilted his head at the kid. And waved.

Xen sighed and his aura along with the ice disappears. He look at the man waving and then the large man. He put's Johnny down and close to where they were he opens a hatch hidden in the ground. "It leads underground. It's safe to hide under there. The aura eaters can't find s down there. Now if you'll excuse me I have to bury my friend." Xen walks away from where they were but still in view and he begins; using his hands; digging into the ground to bury Johnny.

Soki glared down at Kiljoy "I told you...thank you your not getting anything else from me.." he said as he walked on forward only acknowledging for a moment what the other male was doing as he stepped through the hatch and underground. It was dark until his eyes got use to it and he sat down against a wall sighing heavily. He felt alittle bit more relaxed but still had his guard up. If he had to be he'd be ready to attack anyone who attacked him first.

"I'll get pie out of you eventually!" called Kiljoy as the large man disappeared underground.

The masked man looked over to the kid as he began digging a grave for his dead and severely maimed friend. A faint rememberance of his soldier days coursed in Kiljoy's mind's eye. Burying comrades among warzones. The dirt ingrained into bloody fingernails as hands moved feverishly to remove the unforgiving earth whilst the orchestra of shells played their deadly song. It was a strange moment for Kiljoy. It felt like his mind was as calm as it would ever be. Even on his "normal" calm days, Kiljoy was still erratic, but this... This was a dead calm. No callous words or outrageous actions. Real insanity or even the kind he created, it wouldn't move through his nerves.

Kiljoy got up and walked to the hatch, but instead of going in, he closed it. Silently, he walked over to the young man, bent down and used his own hands to help dig the grave for the fallen friend. The sound of the song used for the mourning of dead soldiers hummed between his lips.

Once Caleb had calmed down he leaned on his armrest to press the top of a row of black comm buttons. It opened up a line to Scythe's office and created a subtle but increasingly irritating fuzz in the room. Cal found his fingers twitching with anger again. Apparently it had been sitting just under the surface, released by that old annoyance that no one, even under threat of death, could seem to fix.
And then there was Scythe. Cal thought of himself as something like a god, but there was something in him that wanted Scythe to think well of him, and that something was nervous about breaking the news that he had killed the prisoner.
Cavalier as he could be, he looked away from the comm as he spoke. "He wasn't Resistance," he began. Anticipating skepticism, he quickly continued, announcing as fact, "He couldn't have been. I didn't get that feeling. He didn't know anything." His voice had an indignant tone now, and he leaned farther back into the padding of the chair and put his hand behind hi head as he added, almost as an afterthought, "I killed him."

Blitz stepped out of her fighter, breathing hard but with hardly a scratch in the paint. Four others touched down several yards away as she removed her helmet, her orange tuft of hair springing up and her eyes shifting over the dull scenery. She'd thought she'd seen Hertz's temporary command station get hit, which was confirmed when she saw the unit commander dragging him out of his plane. Quickly he was assisted by two other pilots. Blitz just stood there, her boot scuffing in the dirt.
As Hertz was being dragged away, the commander shouted to Blitz to report to Roland if she was just going to stand there, and that just because she was a hot-shot pilot didn't mean she could sit around like a lump; but with far more obscenities. Grudgingly Blitz nodded. She liked sitting around like a lump.
Letting her feet shuffle dustily, she made her way to Roland's tent and pushed her way in without ceremony. She gave a perfunctory salute, refusing as always to show the respect she felt for the general, and immediately started off with her report.
If her superiors wanted to shoot her... well, they wouldn't. Blitz was the best pilot they had, and she had no problem taking full advantage of that.
"General Roland, Sir, my unit has found out something very surprising," she said with a sly smile that put dimples on her cheeks and looked just about as disrespectful as you can get without actually lowering your pants and mooning your general. "Unfortunately Colonel Hertz has been attacked at his command post and I have been sent instead while he's in Med. You ready for the news?" she said with raised eyebrows and a mischievous tone, like a little kid with some tantalizing secret to tease the other children with - completely inappropriate but almost compulsory for Blitz.

After a while the two had finished the hole. Xen placed Johnny inside. "I will avenge you my friend." Is all he said. He created a wall of ice and pushing it foward it filled the dirt into the hole. He froze the hole over to protect it for a while from the aura eaters. "Thank you." He said to the man. He turned and looked at him. "My name is Xen. With an X instead of the Z. That was Johnny my best friend. He was the closest thing to family as I had left. Now I am alone."

It made his skin crawl. The calm of his soldier days had cracked and now Kiljoy felt like his skin was crawling. I just dug a grave. With my hands. Not my bare hands, but now I'm dirty. Dirt is bad. I want bear hands. Dirt is bad! Wouldn't have minded digging with bear hands, but I don't think the bear would appreciate it. I'M COVERED IN DIRT! I swear a saw a worm, he thought, now frantically itching his coat as if something were inside. It's in my jacket! Damn squishy thing is moving around with its little friends. It'll bore into my skin and infest me with babies. Then the babies'll multiply and I'll become this giant worm-man-monster-thing eating other people to fill my insatiable hunger for gastro-intestinal fluid.

He wasn't entirely paying attention when the kid spoke, but caught the name. "I'm pretty sure Jimmy would've loved to've been buried in an igloo," Kiljoy said, placing a would-be comforting hand on the kids shoulder. "Now, please tell me there is some water down below so I can bathe and get rid my insect-filled clothing so I don't start going for body fluids." And then it clicked in his brain. "Um... is the down below area all dirt or is it a type of enclosure where I can enjoy sanitation?"

The buzz of over heated machinery could be heard throughout the command tent. Roland was typing a speculative entry to Caleb on current activity, with a mild suggestion that Roland's people handle the prisoners to allow the King time to attend to his various duties and better prepare for the Advisory Council meeting. As the General hit the send button he could hear his secretary, a Lieutenant Constantine, buzz in,"The Pilot First Class, a Captain Noel Anza, should walk into your office soon."

Though not technically on the list of V.I.P's allowed unannounced visitation to the Command tent, the Lt had long ago despaired of ever stopping Captain Noel Anza, aka Blitz, from entering the General's office. She was even known to appear at his private residence if she deemed it appropriate to speak with him, much to the chagrin of his mother and other family members who stilled lived on the Kurtland Estates.

Roland didn't bother to return her salute, there was no point, as the Captain made her announcement. The General grit his teeth slightly at the news, he would wait for privacy to unleash his anger. "Continue, Captain."