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.

The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

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The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

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Syra Onnet [93] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [20] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [14] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
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Bones squinted at Gutner, "Names'a Bones. Me? I'm a scavenger more or less," he lied, reverting back to his old profession before he joined Cobran, "Aye, you don't need ta worry, I ain't no thief. I only steal from the dead!"

Bones grinned.

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Price gave an appreciative nod to Eimln before she left. "Come find me when you've managed to get things secure, and we'll plan our next course of action from there." Before he knew it, she had disappeared, and he was alone once more. There was a slight and sly smile that formed under his thin mustache. "So many twists and turns in this little intrigue. I wonder where it'll all lead. And I do wonder... Just what can these 'Lords of Rock' accomplish?" He turned his gaze up to the stars as he pulled out another cigarette, and began to quietly puff away on it.

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Several days had passed after all the chaos of the battle, and presumably now war, that had erupted outside the Holy Land's walls. Price had played a good guest, winning and losing money aplenty, though his demeanor might suggest he only was winning. Ready to move to the next stage of things, he had made his way to the Pair O' Dice, where it seemed some of the knights were now setting up base (which could very well look bad for them in the eyes of the zealots who they had been with before).

Once inside, he was greeted by a kind of opulence that he had previously thought impossible on a planet like this, yet somehow it was here in front of him. Price smiled in admiration to the fine architecture and decor, the marble floors, red velvet decor, and the gold accents. It was probably all Sorilian at some point, but evidently it was very much Arubak's now. For now. Steppenwolf approached the front desk where a young lady sat, and he produced the letter given to him by Kuchillo, placing it on the countertop. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to speak with the proprietor of this establishment, Mr. Arubak I believe." He spoke with a soft tone and a pleasant smile.


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The past few days had become a blur for Ash, he had seemed quite out of sorts, distant from his own mind. Even the interactions in Cobran went down without him really saying or doing much to protest. Everything seemed to have just become chaos. The group seemed to be still somewhat intact, Otis starting to do a little better from his wound, and the others seeming to have come to accept M'Kama's 'death'. In truth, Ash thought that was bunk. The Yybian hadn't been on the battlefield with them, before or after the gates closed. He doubted that he was still in the Holy Land (unless he was hiding), and he also doubted he'd made some side deal with Arubak. It was possible, but just didn't seem likely. So where was he now?

Ash's thoughts were cut short as Seru held out his rifle to him. He gave a nod and accepted it back. "Thank you Seru. And yes, I'd say we've done quite well, all things considered."

The group was quiet for a moment, no one saying a word, only the sound of the wind and the desert provided any background. The Captain stared at their campfire, his eyes lost in the flames. "You know what I would do with this gun?" He asked somewhat rhetorically of the group, not expecting anyone to say anything. "I'd put it on a ship. A starship. Something capable of flying anywhere in the galaxy, maybe something military grade. I'd put it on a ship, and I'd rain hell and fire on my enemies."


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Ash had been sitting in the sand, reading over his orders, but keeping them hidden from the rest of his men. The last thing they needed was a morale drop. It seemed as though the whole thing was planned and coordinated intentionally badly, and he was starting to seriously wonder if there was something going on that he was unaware of. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be back with his family, he started to wonder if he'd done enough to be a good son, a good brother, a good person in general.

He cut his thoughts short, folded up the papers in his jacket, and turned back to the legionaries. They'd already made good headway with their tasks, but now was the time to start getting more proactive. "Alright, let's form up some scout teams now. Whoever goes, you'll need to take some shields with you, the enemy likely has snipers, so you'll need some kind of cover. Vollens, Volantus, and Pantagen, I'd like your input on putting together the scout teams. You'll know some of the men better than I do, so I want us to make sure we get the best."

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"That's probably what the offworlders were'a planning," Seru smiled and sat on the sand beside Ash, "No offence, Skylander, but in the end y'all ain't so different from one another."

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"Just a scavenger?" Gutner squinted his eyes at Bones. "I don't believe you, Mister Bones. Now I ain't in the business of threat making. I'm in the business of threat eliminating."

Gutner smiled. "Now are you gonna be a threat to me, Mister Bones?" From his hip Gutner pulled out a golden revolver. "Cause I'm mighty inclined to eliminate threats before they pop up. So why don't you tell me why I shouldn't put a piece a lead right between your eyes?"

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"Do I LOOK like a threat?!" Bones cackled, devolving into dehydrated hacks, "I ain't barely a man righta now. Listen, Gutty, me 'n my friends were just out near Schittle checkin' out the wreckage, seein' what kinda shit we could scavenge from it. Weren't alot, might I say, 'cause me friends all got shot dead or half dead. I think I'm the only one who made it!"

Bones laughed again, as if it were the most hilarious joke he'd ever heard.

"Got attacked, ya see. By Theory 'n all them Guardians. Now, I can tell ya about the wreckage and that huge gun they managed to procure from it, or y'all can just shoot or starve me ta death 'n I can just join all'a me friends," the bony man shrugged, "I'm justa man without no purpose anymore."

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"Maybe that ain't a bad thing," Horik sighed as she braided Clorik's hair. The clone had been quiet this whole time and flinched any time anyone spoke to her or made movement towards her. It stayed close to Horik and the two often spoke together quietly. One of the others may have even seen a crude attempt by Horik to draw blood from Clorik.

"At least they have more options to run off with this thing. We have to do something and our options are search for allies, survive by getting resources, or have the worm dump the cannon in the center of the Rock," Horik continued as Clorik coughed slightly. "We need to collect more information on the bullets, on who out there would be more welcoming towards us, and the motives of the Offworlders on this gun."

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Syra laid back against the dune, sand flowing downhill, into her boots. They had nowhere to go and nothing planned but wander the desert, hoping that no one with any real power tried to overwhelm them. Tired, sore and hungry the Lords of Rock simply waited, for what, Syra couldn't say. She folded her arms behind her head and closed her eyes. The moth Seru just shot would fill them up for a while, enough to keep them going, but she still had no clue where they were headed. Ash's idea was fantastic aside from the raining hellfire part, and Seru had a point that all Skylanders were the same. Herself included, despite being a Thrall, Syra was an offworlder, same as Theory and nearly his entire population.



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Azure rode through the desert on an Ant with no name. She'd left Aurbak's shortly after discovering the ammunition for the Sceptre was stolen. She'd been given orders and rather than dwell on the loss of the cannon rounds, she took off in search of Syra. She'd managed to follow their trail to Cobran, where it was readily apparent that the group wasn't hiding out there. So she took off in the only direction she could see making the most sense for a group of renegades in control of what could possibly be the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy.

She stopped long enough to strip off her armor, changing into a pair of denim pants and linen shirt. "Alright, girl, let's find our mark..." She muttered into the desert wind as she guided her Ant in search of the Lords of Rock.

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Ash pulled his pipe out, lighting it once more to feed the craving that was welling up. "Oh, I'd say I'm plenty different from the other 'offworlders'. Must be since they were so bloody insistent on my and my family's being dead." He chuckled coldly. "Of course, the locals aren't much better. Plenty of blood thirsty, ant-buggering slavers and rapists on this world. And I think I can speak for many when I say it wouldn't be minded so much if some hellfire did happen to erase them from existence."

A plume of smoke made its way from his mouth as he continued to gaze into the fire. "I wonder... Who would you have to lose before finally realizing that sometimes... Sometimes the answer is to just unleash everything you've got on the evil in front of you." He spoke to no one in particular. Ash had heard Horik's remarks, and although he didn't comment on them, did take them into consideration.

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"I suppose," Falcon said, frowning slightly underneath the beak of her mask. "At least we'll be less noticeable carrying any baggage. Then perhaps we should find some lodging?"

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Iomer's small group of scouts slowly made their way through the depressions in the dunes, aiming towards the mountains where the incoming fire had supposedly come from. Every crest, Iomer expected to discover a waiting band of natives waiting to bleed him dry, but instead on the cusp of one dune, he saw a man struggling to survive.

A mostly dead one it seemed. Iomer's eyes narrowed. Perhaps this was a trap. Carefully, he aimed his rifle at the man's struggling body. Perhaps it would be better to simply fire...

"Split up," Iomer said hoarsely. "Check every side, make sure I don't get plugged full of fire while I check this out." Swallowing, Iomer quickly slid down the dune and ran over to the man.

Setting his rifle down, Iomer placed his good hand on the man's torn shirt and heaved the man free of the puddle and back onto dry land. Quickly retrieving his rifle, Iomer aimed it carefully, waiting for the man to free himself of the sack.

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Otis slowly opened his eyes to the flickering firelight and the dark shadow of the cannon looming over him. At first, he didn't understand what he was seeing. Once he recognized it, he felt only confusion. He heard the words of Ash and Horik echo in his ears. What had happened?

Otis took a breath, and immediately broke into coughing, the pain from his wound lancing out into his chest. The last thing he remembered was charging the Knights... then only pain and darkness. He must have been shot. But by whom? One of the Knights? No... he remembered the glint of a pistol coming from the Guardians.

"Ugghhhh," Otis groaned, trying to roll to his feet but feeling as if his veins were made of fire.

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"Perhaps so..." M'Kama noted. "In fact that should perhaps be done first...it had been a long night. In the morning and the following days we can see to other business...but for now rest is best."

M'Kama and Falcon wouldn't have to look very long to fine a place to stay. First things first, the bee was housed in the stables. Then there eas the srarch for an inn. The Horenor had a few around the city. Normally the common house would be default lodgings for most in the Horenor, and uncomfortable cesspit of a place piled with bodies of those who had money to spend but not enough to stay in some of the fancier establishments.

Luckily, on this visit M'Kama and presumably Falcon had enough coin to rent rooms at Rick's Remedy a name that was a remnant of a previous ruling body of the Horenor...M'Kama could only assume the name was kept because the sign, made of gold and encrusted with gems was simply too expensive to remove.

The next couple days would be busy...the town was still bustling with people and M'Kama was all too happy to rest and heal his wound. When he was ready, he woke up early, ready to head to the bank, waiting outside the inn for Falcon.

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The large man upon being removed from the mud rapidly clutched at his face, pulling down the burlap sack so he could breathe. Taking in large gulps of air, he wiped water and mud from his eyes. He took a cautious look up at his saviors....a look of bewilderment crossing his face.

They wore clothing of steel...and were heavily armed. Nothing like the Sudeans, however. These people looked more like Skylanders....before he could ponder further, the world went black...and the man sunk into unconsciousness.

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The woman took a glance at the letter and nodded before reaching over to grab a phone. After a few murmuring back and forth she looked at Price and informed him, "You can take a seat in the lobby. Someone will arrive to escort you to Mister Arubak shortly."

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"The corpse is alive," Clorik said quietly.

"Oh shit, he's alive," Horik said as she rushed over to Otis, already pulling out a vial of snake venom. "Hey buddy, how ya feeling?"