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a part of Lords of Rock, by Nulix.

The Land of Plenty

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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 [101] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [22] 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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M'Kama looked at Lucky. Nodded with a sigh. Looked at leander. Quietly stood up. Walked to the judge, who also happened to be in the bar. Dropped two more pieces of Horenor gold on the counter in front of him. And casually grabbed Leander by the collar and threw him out of the restaurant and into the fountain.

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"Watch out!" The children screamed. They leapt out of the way of the fountain as suddenly Leander splashed into the water. The bards paused and the crowd began to laugh. "You watch yourself M'kama!" Leander screamed, spitting a fish out of his mouth. "The Horenor can be a bad place for Rockians who don't know their lane!"

The group laughed as they ate their balls. "M'kama," Lucky said. "I think this may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

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Horik approached from behind Seru, Clorik dragging behind her. Her eyes widened and she started digging in her pockets.

"Where uh, where did you come from?" Horik asked as she pulled out bandages when Seru had paused. "Did he come from your area, Seru?"

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A few days later, M'Kama, Falcon, and Lucky found themselves in front of the Longbaoan Embassy of the Horenor. A fairly recent structure upon the Rock , it was only finished in the last two years or so. Longbaoans only regained their independence from Sor's occupation after the Oblivion Wars and thus was able to cement their place in the galactic hierarchy. Or so it seemed to M'Kama.

After what Sor put them through, he honestly wished them luck. They were not like the Rock, but they were similar enough. The major difference being Sor cared about what they had to offer. They had more resources, a united government....the Rock had no such unity. A blessing of sorts, M'Kama thought.

The embassy was multiple stories tall, it's rooftop in such a distinctly foreign shape, that it was undoubtedly of Longbaoan design and inside...it was as if they had left the Rock. Gone was the rough, arid atmosphere of the desert replaced with a serene calm of a lake or river. The Longbaoan phoenix specialized in the manipulation of water and you could feel that in the architecture.

Curved arches like waves. A blue room and plenty of water to compliment everything. There was a pond filled with massive fish, in which a fountain shot forth, filling a cut stick of bamboo with water which caused it to tip over and pour into the pond.

To the left of the front desk was a door with a sign above labeled, 'steambath', a mist emerging from the panels that lay there in place of a door. At the desk, there was a panicked looking Longbaoan, one of two working the desk, talking to a mean looking Skylander, in dusty overalls and a tipped over bowler hat.

"I apologize on their behalf, but please understand..." The thin Longbaoan official stated, wiping beads of swear from his forehead. "We cannot pay Mr. Gutner on their behalf. Their debt....is quite frankly unfeasible. But please be aware that we will work hard to gather the fee for their freedom within a few days. For now, we agree that indentured servitude is the best option. We hope Mr. Gutter treats them well."

The official bowed and the rough looking Skylander tipped his hat and that was that, their business done. The Skylander sauntered off, out the door while the panicked official made his way towards the steam bath, parting the panels in which the embassy' recent guests could spot a a rabble of men and women I'm the bath surround a muscular Longbaoan, several severe looking scars running diagonally from his shoulders. He stared daggers into M'Kama and Falcon when he spotted them for a brief moment before the panels swiftly closed and the official brought some news to his attention.

M'Kama suddenly had a thought to draw out his cards but thought against it but instead walked over to the second official and turned to look at Lucky to let her say her piece.

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Maximilian's craft began it's slow descent to the surface of The Rock. On the ground below, several Phoenixes clad in black uniforms watched the bright lights of the engines approach closer and closer. They'd selected an area somewhat out of view, where the ship could easily be hidden later in and among the sand and rocks, though chances were quite slim that the ship's arrival would go unnoticed.

Once the ship was only a few dozen feet above the soldiers, they got into position to signal a safe landing position, ushering the craft down until it finally settled down onto firm rock. The engines cut off, and the men made their way to the ship's primary entrance, standing in an all too imperious formation.

As the door's opened and Maximilian stepped out, they all gave a proud salute, to which their Commander responded in kind. "At ease gentlemen, and might I add, fantastic work so far." As his boots finally reached the firm surface of The Rock, he gave a deep sigh. "Feels surreal to be back here I must confess. I almost thought I'd never return here, but... Well, here we all are." He gazed up into the sky, clear, blue, and sunny. "But no time to reminisce now. Please, take me to the site." The soldiers hesitated for a moment, before one reluctantly nodded and led the Commander away from the ship.

Moments later, they stood in a rocky out cropping that gave them a view that stretched quite some distance. There was silence as Maximilian took in what he saw before him. "What's the name of that little town there?" He asked neutrally.


"Schittle sir." The soldier responded.

"Fitting." He remarked coldly. "And the canon? What happened with that? Evidently it was here, ad has left."

The soldier nodded remorsefully, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between his lips. "Well as you can see, the gun fired somehow, took out most of the town. Then two war bands showed up to fight over the thing. There were some other people who seemed to be involved, but they weren't associated with either group. Some guardians, couple locals I think. Was a mess, all in all. One of the war bands ended up taking over the town, but seems they lost it, and the canon, to the other one. Was some kind of cult I think, kept hearing them shout about some Prophet, Zambob maybe? Anyways, they took it off into the distance, the sands have blown over a bit, but you can still mostly make out the tracks and follow them to wherever they took it." The soldier pulled out a lighter and lit his cigarette.

Maximilian turned to the soldier, staring him dead in the eyes from beyond the dark holes of the helmet. "Put that disgusting thing out." He commanded in a soft tone. "It'll give away our position, and it's atrocious for your body." The soldier's face reddened as he dropped the cigarette and quickly stamped it out, quickly apologizing after.

"Seems that I'll need to do some investigating. I'll check the town first I think, then try following the tracks, see where that leads. In the meantime, I expect you to keep your eyes out for any information that could help. Lose the uniforms and go plain clothes, don't draw attention to yourselves." Maximilian stepped away from the outlook and headed back towards the ship.


"Pardon sir, but how do you intend to traverse The Rock? It's not big, but big enough and hot enough that walking isn't the best option."

Once they reached the ship, Maximilian reentered it. After a few moments, a cargo ramp began to descend at the back of the ship, though Maximilian returned outside from the main door. He was now equipped with both a sword, and a pistol, both holstered on a belt around his waist.

"This is something I picked up on my last visit to The Rock, long ago. Didn't think I'd ever need it again, but I kept it in good health for such an occasion. They say these were brought to extinction, hunted down by the locals and the Skylanders. Others say they're just hiding out in some dark crevice of the world. Either way, I managed to tame this one for myself."

Once the ramp had descended, slowly but surely a hulking figure began to make it's way out from the cargo bay. Long, thin legs could be seen, followed by black, shimmering mandibles. The soldier's face paled a little as the beast emerged. It looked something like an ant, or perhaps a hornet, something in between. It's entire body was black, and covered in what appeared to be a glassy looking armor, forged by some of the greatest Phoenix smiths available. The creature was probably twice or thrice the length of an ant, and nearly twice their height as well.

All these features were terrifying, but paled to its two most obvious. The beast had a pair of large, shining wings, and at the end of its body, a large, sharp stinger. Originally the stinger was barbed, but this posed a risk to injuring the beast, so it was filed down so the stinger was sharp, but would not catch. Additionally, little incisions had been made along the stinger to serrate it. This meat that whatever it stabbed into, it would also produce thousands of additional cuts in the body, not that the initial sting would be easy to survive on its own.


The soldiers stood in an almost terrified awe, the realization dawning on them that paired together, their Commander and his mount had power almost akin to that of a mythical dragon.

"Gentlemen, I trust I'll be in good hands during my time here. Please, take care of my steed for a little while, it needs food and water. I shouldn't be gone too long, I need only visit the fine folk of Schittle first." The Phoenixes saluted their Commander once more, and he they, before he strode off towards the small, broken town.

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Price gasped as Eimln appeared next to him from out of nowhere. He took a moment to catch his breath, looking around to ensure no one could see him and the Dward. The staff, at this time, were all either busy, distracted, or absent, so it was safe to talk for the moment. "I do believe you may need to learn how to better announce your presence in the future." The impact of the surprise was now starting to wear off.

"Thank you for your hard work so far, I appreicate it immensely. I do wish to meet with these 'missing heroes', but not quite yet. I have business to attend to here, and I am not yet certain how long it will all take me. Depends on how my meeting with Mr. Arubak goes." He went quiet for a moment as he contemplated the bullets. Missing meant they likely weren't in Arubak's control, and they certainly weren't in the hands of the Lord's of Rock, not the ones he had seen at least.

"If you find out anything more about those bullets, I'd like to know. Preferably I'd like you to keep it between just you and me. You can't often trust people in the galaxy, and you can trust them even less on The Rock." After a brief pause, he turned to face the Dward again. "We will have to return the belongings of those heroes soon though. They're going to need whatever help they can get to keep fighting. I think that should be the next order of business, find them and reunite them with their belongings.

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Falcon looked around the embassy with a single glance, her eyes flitting over all the objects only once before her gaze returned to M'Kama's back, where they had remained for most of the duration of the last several days. The more time M'Kama spent with Falcon, the stranger she seemed. He'd never seen her sleep or eat, and she'd never removed her mask. When he'd looked at her, she always seemed to be watching him, her golden eyes never blinking, and a small smile always upon her lips.

M'Kama would have found this more unnerving if it hadn't been for not only his instincts but his cards telling him that his new companion was not a threat. Perhaps she was actually just part bird... stranger things had happened.

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Eimln nodded, smiling horrendously. "Very well, sir, but please, do be careful. I feel that the leader of this fantasy land is not in the best state of mind at the moment."

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A bug crawled out of Bone's gullet.

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A large Longbaon man rested a foul smelling bag atop M'kama's head. It smelt like shit! He then cut in line, denying M'kama happiness or joy.

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Falcon laughed at the great joke, and pointed at M'Kama's head.

"Got poop?" she giggled.

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Lucky also laughed as the sack began to leak down M'kama's face.

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M'Kama sighed and swiped the bag off his head, launching brown torpedoes into Falcon and Lucky's laughing maws.

"Sir, I believe you've cut in line..." M'Kama tapped the Longbaoan on the shoulder.

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Daylight blinded Qunith's eyes as they emerged from the stables into a courtyard of grass and sand. They had been blindfolded and locked in the stables for the last two hours- in an empty pen amongst the ants. Until the henchteen had come for them.

"Welcome to the community, ladies," Argo said, leading the two by a leash attached to the centre of their combined chain. The young, dark haired man gave it a tug, forcing the two forward. They were in the courtyard of a ruined fort. The courtyard was filled with a few animals- beetles and katydids, in pens, and a few miserable fields, mainly lined with thorny Pracot plants. A few Longbaons in foreign clothes attended the pracots, they the only people in sight in the sunny courtyard. Out of a large hole in the wall of the fortress a gaggle of children ran, playing with each other, a teen Skylander girl with red hair chasing after them worriedly. This was barely a fort. It was more of a farm.

"Welcome to your new home," Argo grinned to Qunith and Talideth. "Your uh... your owner lost you to a game of chance. She apparently could not control her urges... gamblin's a sin, after all. We be callin' this place Last Rest."

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The Longbaon man turned around, towering over M'kama. "This is the LONGBAON EMBASSY. YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE NO LONGBAON TO ME." He pulled out a switchblade.

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Unfortunately for the Longbaon man, he slipped on his own bag of poop and fell, the knife jutting upwards into one of his eyes. Screaming, the man flailed about on the ground, blood squirting.

"How unlucky," Falcon said, lowering her arm surreptitiously.

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The knife flew into the man's wooden eye- he being a one eyed war veteran, there for his monthly welfare cheque.

"Uh," Lucky frowned before stepping forward. "We have an appointment for Minister Rann?" She said, trying to look over the desk at the embassy receptionist. "Horenor Militia? I radioed a few days ago."

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"The name of this place itself is a sin," Talideth muttered as she surveyed the scene before her. Imprisonment was familiar to her but this had a different taste.

"Are we to help in the fields?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

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"Oh. Uh," M'Kama replied, glancing at Falcon in mild concern, before turning to the receptionist and nodding. "It is of utmost concern. Matters of scripture," he added.

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A Longbaoan glanced up at the recent arrivals to the last rest. A woman with long dark hair tied in a ponytail dressed in dirt-stained white robes, traditional Longbaoan garb, her clothes apparently unchanged since she had first arrived at the Last Rest.

She appeared to be giving instructions to her countryman, a man dressed in a garb similar to that of a skylander. A wide brimmed hat placed upon dirty hair covering a stubble covered hidden. His eyes appeared, hazy...distant...he was blind.

Both appeared to have at familial resemblance, siblings most likely. The sister glanced back down at her brother. "Don't tear into it. You have to pluck it quickly before before the thorns snap you," she instructed to which her brother simply nodded.

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"For right now, yeah, until we find out what uh... particular talents you have," Argo gave a toothy smile as he squinted at the two, his eyes running up and down their bodies. He placed his hands on his overall straps and turned to the fields. "We're a small homestead, a couple families, then the master- he ain't got no kids, though, but he owns the land, keeps us employed."

Argo rose an eyebrow. "He uh... inherited this place after a rough bit of business."

Argo began to saunter forward, whistling loudly at the Longbaon workers. He tugged on the leash harshly, pulling the Sudean divines forward. "Hey! You there, Baoman, what you whisperin' about?" Argo hissed as he marched over to the two. "Ya'll newbies best keep your wits about you. Just cause you in the country don't mean we ain't wise to your ways."

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"My brother is blind, if you aren't aware!" The sister snapped back. "Unless you want your precious crop ruined, I'll have to teach him how to pick it!"

The brother remained silent, idly continuing to pick the Pracot plant.

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"Rather inexperienced are you if you don't know the traits of those who work under you," Talideth commented.

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Argo suddenly grabbed Talideth's arm and twisted it behind her back. With a push he forced the thrall to her knees in the centre of the field.

"Mister Argo!" A freckled child laughed, running up. "Mister Argo, who are they?"

"Ey Jasper, ey Tarkon, ey Maizel," Argo said, releasing Talideth as the group of children approached. "Ain't you supposed to be helpin' Mrs. Mason in the kitchen?"

"Mrs. Mason said she don't want us there, she's in a foul mood," The child said with a frown.

"Ya'll know Master Gutner's back, he can teach ya'll schoolin' if he's free. Readin' and writin' and all that."

"He's in his study, we wanna play with the new thralls!"

Argo gave a small smile. "Alright, alright- we got ourselves two Sudeans and two Longbaons, thats an entire world beyond ours." Argo clasped a hand on the Longbaons shoulders. "Ya'll introduce yourselves now, ya hear?'

"The fuck tis this place?" Qunith asked, looking at Argo in confusion. "You've kidnapped us so that we may... farm with your... offsprings?"

"I mean I don't rightly understand what you're sayin' but yeah," Argo said. "Ya'll have thralls in Sudea, don't ya?"

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"I imagine there are a lot of thralls anywhere," Talideth grunted, her knees upon the earth. "We are just not familiar with all the positions."

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"Stop talking back..." the sister whispered to Talideth. She turned to the children and offered a slight smile. "I am Ohibi," she nodded slightly, before nudging her brother slightly.

"I am Hasaru," he brother nodded, speaking finally in the presence of newcomers. His accent was slightly off. One got the feeling from his voice and his garb that he was attempting to replicate the affectation of the natives, the Skylanders in a particular. "Howdy y'all," he tipped his hat. "We're new in these parts.." he stated with a weak smile.

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"Yeah," Seru nodded, looking up at Horik, "He's an old pal of mine. We were out together on patrol when the gun landed in Schittle. Thought he was dead like the rest of 'em...but the bastard never dies!"

Bones hacked up bugs violently. Seru turned to her old friend with a frown, "Hey Bones, while you were there I don't s'pose you saw any thralls around? Two of 'em, chained together?"

"I d'nno, I guess," the man groaned in agony, "They tied me up away from everythin', but when I was escorted out there was some thralls, yeah. Sudeans by the looks of it." All of them at the camp knew who he was talking about. Seru slowly stood and glanced back at the group, her eyes glinting in the firelight and the canon looming a mammoth shadow overhead, "Well, it looks like we know where to go."

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Ash scratched at his chin as he felt overcome by a sense of embarrassment hearing about the 'thralls'. He'd forgotten all about them up till now, hadn't even had time to worry whether or not they survived everything that had occurred in the Holy Land. Nonetheless, hearing they were alive was of some relief.

"Seru, we're in possession of one of the biggest artillery pieces in the known universe, and you think we should-" Ash was about to protest the cowgirl's order, but remembered why it was that the two thralls had been so interesting in the first place. The Witch, the bullets, the forge. Something in all that still had not been explained, and still needed to be. "Actually, disregard my comments. After some thought, perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad idea. We need more allies out here, and we still have the canon for the moment."

The Captain turned to face Otis for a moment, having only now realized a Dward had shown up. "Is this one of the one's that wants to eat us, or has ominous warnings about mud people for us?" He asked with a bit of uncertainty. The Captain eventually shrugged. "Never mind, it probably doesn't matter. First thing's first, I refuse to consider ourselves screwed. I can scarcely say I've seen more than the eyes of a woman since that bloody canon crashed. Secondly, I do believe something should be done about the canon, and for now, hiding it makes the most sense."

Ash turned to Horik and Clorik with a grin. He looked Clorik up and down a moment, not certain whether or not she was real, and settling on the fact that it probably didn't matter before turning back to Horik. "Our big friend here, what are the chances he could move the canon to a more secure location?" He said pointing to the worm with his thumb.

"If it can move the canon, then I suggest we do that, and then follow Seru's idea and find those thrall girls, or whatever the other one was." Ash gave an approving nod to Seru as he waited on the group to deliberate


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Price responded with a grin that was nearly antithesis to Eimln's in every way, but filled with all the same genuine politeness and compassion. "Based on the characters I've bore witness to here, I'd say Mr. Arubak is in very good company at least." He chuckled slightly, then nodded to the Dward. "But I appreciate the warning. I shall stay on my toes. Now, I've business to attend to here. Meet me again when you and your comrades have been able to get those items back to the heroes. Just... Well, you know, wait until I'm in a private location without prying eyes and ears."

With all that said, Eimln disappeared shortly afterwards, and Price was approached by someone else. One of Arubak's staff. Price was lead away from the lobby to finally meet with the Holy Land's lucky warlord. It was sure to be an interesting meeting of the minds.

But on The Rock, a planet so defined by luck, and in the Holy Land, so defined by gambling... Price had a few cards up his sleeve.

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"He can move it wherever as far as we're aware of," Horik responded as she glanced over at Clorik. The clone looked confused as to why Ash had looked at her first. Then again, both were thankful he didn't ask questions they had no answer for. "But we need to know where to move it to unless you want him to bury in the sand with it."

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"Talideth," Talideth demurely said.

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Another bug clawed its way free of Bones' gullet.

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"Qunith," Qunith added.

"Now thralls," Argo began as he knelt down beside a pracot bush, twisted vines and the thin, white vegetable at the end- almost like a plump root, but with a fat throb in the centre- the meat of the beast. "Now you see this hear? Ya'll wanna go up to each pracot and feel 'em," Argo reached out and touched the long vegetable, squeezing the bulbus centre gently. A smile folded the freckles on his cheeks. "You can always tell a good pracot, it's got a little bounce to it but it still hard and firm. Too hard, like a stone? It ain't ready. Too soft, it spoiled."

Argo glanced up at Talideth and Qunith wide-eyed. "Take a gander- get your eyes close, thralls, this is important, you wanna... you wanna twist it now, off the vine." Argo's wrist began to rotate, twisting the pracot until it became unattached from it's stem. "Don't go yankin' it, you'll damage the pracot. Just a... a twist of the wrist, it'll come off easy."

Argo shifted his squat position to face the thralls, holding the freshly harvest pracot in his hands. "Mrs. Mason gon' do some magic with these. Has since I was a boy. She preparin' the stew right now." The lanky teen rose, carefully placing the pracot in Ohibi's basket as he did. "Right, now get to work. I'll be watchin'."

As Argo began to swagger out of the field Qunith called out.

"What are you here? Some sort of guard?" They said. "You seem a tad young."

Argo squinted back at the thralls in the field. "This is my home, miss. I am what it needs me to be." And with that the man turned and began to walk again.

"Not a girl," Qunith commented under their breath before turning to Ohibi and Hasaru, who had already gone back harvesting the vegetable. In the distance Argo approached the entrance of the fort, where a large bald man and another man with a long beard and a sombrero stood. They were all armed, pistols and short-swords hanging off their waists. Qunith swallowed before kneeling next to a pracot and getting to work.