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Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

a part of Lords of Rock, by Nulix.

The Land of Plenty

Nulix holds sovereignty over The Rockaverse, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

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"Why!" Seru gasped, "He was okay! Dumb but okay!"

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Seru's screams were answered as the snake rose from the water, it's eyes like a mirror to her in the dark. "My child...." She breathed. "You are not... your brother..." Her words fluttered off as she began to surround Seru. The snake was no bigger thicker than a giant snake found on the Rock, but it seemed to never end. Each time it's head lapped Seru in the darkness more of it's body came out from the water. It seemed long enough that it's body could stretch through Cobran several times over.

Seru blinked, trying to keep the creature in view through the blackness as it surrounded her. It opened it's mouth, it's tongue playing on the end of each of it's words as it spoke once more. "He does not want to be here..."

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"No..." Seru breathed, her movements still, "No, I suspect none of who I led here do. I'm sorry, but something terrible happened today out in the sands. I had to bring them here."

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"WWOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO!!!!" Otis and Ash would hear shouted from the heavens as M'Kama began his spiraling descent from above, still surfing on his sword and rapidly cycloning down towards the ground below as his jacket got caught in the wind. Several kick-flips were accomplished as well as a cutback, an alley-oop, and two backflips into the air as his feet landed on his sword once more as the tip of the sword dug into the Earth below, beginning to melt the ground beneath as molten magma began to drip from the blade. M'Kama continued sliding across the ground for a bit, the magma continuing the melt the Earth into a slippery, muddy slush below until he was but a few feet away from Otis and Ash.

The Yybal tribesman subsequently leaped backwards off the blade and stomped on it's hilt, see-sawing the weapon into the air. The Shaman leaned back slightly as the blade fell perfectly back into the scabbard on his back and M'Kama shook his head, before glancing into the air and exclaiming, "Booyah!" as he strode over to the the two non-natives of the Rock.

"You there, boy..." M'Kama stated, pointing to Otis, hoping the Bright's blistering sun would hasten the drying of his now drenched clothes. "You were in Schittle, were you not?"

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The snake surrounded Seru, wrapping itself around her limbs before place its head on her shoulder. "...Then they cannot stay," She whispered as she dug one of her massive fangs in Seru's shoulder. Venom began to pump into Seru, a burning pain accompanying it. And then the snake released. It's grip on Seru's body faded as it slithered back into the water. "That man you've brought here... has killed innocents before, and will bring... war to this place..." The snake murmured. "And he will try and kill you..."

"Trust no one, Seru... trust... no one..."

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Tears pricked Seru's eyes, the agony of venom entering her system never something she would get used to. She stepped backward, her feet splashing in the water and echoing in the chamber, "I'm going to save Cobran," her words were lost in the darkness, "I promise."

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Seru ran up through the tunnel, her vision beginning to blur. The town of Cobran blinded her as she escaped the snakes lair, creating a spectacle of drunken light that made it difficult to find her way back. She stumbled through the streets, people staring at her with milky white eyes, their faces unfamiliar and dizzying to look at. Her fingers slid across stone houses until she found the wooden door of the doctors office and pushed it open violently, stumbling toward the first syringe she saw and picking it up. She barely remembered stabbing herself with the needle and pumping out what venom the snake had given her, her veins burning alive and muddling her head.

"Hey! What're you doin'!" a voice called out beside her, but it was too late. The needle filled with snake venom punctured Palavan's arm, filling her bloodstream with the same drug coursing through Seru's body. With a sigh the woman sat down on the chair next to Palavan, closing her eyes.

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Palavan had been dead for some time. Ever since the escape from Schittle she was on borrowed time. The could feel the holes in her body, she could feel them burn over days as she was rolled about through sand and cave. And she was ready for it. When she was awake she had tried to speak, to anyone, even though she found that she couldn't. She tried to use her consciousness to speak to God, to make deals with him, to let her get through this. That he had made a mistake. And every time she went back to sleep she expected no longer to wake up. But somehow, she always did. She wasn't done yet.

Palavan awoke, blinking lightly. There was the sound of air-flow above her, green and blue lanterns swaying gently. She glanced beside her. In a chair, asleep, was a young woman, one Palavan didn't recognize. Palavan glanced down at the cold bed where she lay, her body covered in pelts to keep her warm. They were alone in the strange room. Outside she could see houses, people, but all seemed inside a cave, lanterns hanging in place of a sun and clouds.

Palavan attempted to move. Her body was sore, like a muscle beat up so many times it had lost all feeling, but she could. Something was giving her the strength to move. From beneath the pelts she pulled out her arms, bandaged, and sliced off at the elbows. Amputated. Palavan glanced down at her arms. She expected to feel fear. Terror even. But no. She was alive. She was fine. Palavan leaned back on her fur pillow and breathed. She wasn't done yet.