Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

12.5 INK

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.
9,283 readers have been here.
21,076 readers have visited Lords of Rock since Nulix created it.
#action, #adventure, #alien planet, #anachronistic, #ash, #beginner-friendly, #betrayal of friendship, #big sharts, #bits & goofs, #cannibalism, #character-driven, #cloonmeiser, #clorik rick, #colonialism, #consequences, #corruption, #cowboys, #d4: dark dwards dont die, #deserts, #drama, #dwards, #endless slaughter, #epic, #exploration, #explosions, #falcon one, #fantasy, #fights, #first contact, #friendship, #gay rights, #gigantic insectazoids, #girthfield, #gonadus, #goofs & spoofs, #hbo max, #horik, #illiterate, #imperial era, #incest, #insects, #ishiterate, #jizz wailing, #kangaroo, #last rest, #leander snart, #lepers, #leprosy, #lets ride, #long-wank, #love, #magic, #mexican standoffs, #mkama, #mohan, #moms, #mystery, #mystic landscapes, #nice for nut, #nonbinary characters, #original, #otis, #pain, #perfection, #pervoid planetoids, #power, #qunith, #racism, #relationships, #rock, #romance, #salacious sodium, #sanctions, #sci-fi, #scientology, #seru, #shart, #sharting, #side characters become main characters, #sociology, #space, #space fantasy, #speculative science, #spies, #spookcraft, #steampunk, #suffering, #syra, #talideth, #teamwork, #the legend of gutners gold, #the rock, #the worm, #the worst pirate ive ever seen, #the worst planet ive ever seen, #thralls, #trade delegations, #venches, #victorian, #villains, #war, #wenches, #western, and #zestern (Add Tags »)

Setting

A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

Minimap

The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

24 Characters Here

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.
londy [6]
Neko stacy [6] I am sweet and loving, i protect and comfort
Mathis Gladys45 [6] New
lauraine [4] Today most of the people from all over the world are using the internet from different devices like PC, Laptop or smartphone etc.The internet has given birth to many online crimes, known as cyber-crimes, created by expert hackers. As each and every detail
Radio Box [2] Buying Guide & Reviews Portal

Start Character Here »


Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Wait, those two slaves of the Witch? The ones that I vividly remember trying to murder us?" Otis asked, frowning. He glanced back at the dward, but blinked because the dward had vanished in the sands at Bones' appearance. Sighing, he turned back to the group. "I mean, I don't like the idea of thralls in the first place, but I'm not really following the idea that they will be happy to see us if we go rescue 'em."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Whoa, whoa! Hold ya ants there!" Seru frowned, "Who says we have to move it? Now, I'm no fightin' expert but this here camp that Bones was at don't seem like a small operation. They got prisoners, they got thralls...in fact, they seem to have so many men that they refused to employ my dear friend here into their ranks," she paused, looking at them each individually, "C'mon now, we ain't exactly in tip top shape. One of our best fighters - our ONLY Phoenix in fact - is injured..."

Seru glanced at Otis, "Look, you're probably right. But truth is we're alone out here, 'n like it or not they're caught up in this mess as much as we are. I'm with Ash - we need as many allies as we can. So, let's take that gun, roll it up to the gates of Gutner's camp and find those thralls."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Hey...you two," Ohibi smiled at Talideth and Qunith. She pulled something from her pocket, using her body to obscure it from the view of the guards. "Do you like to read any?" In her hands was a weathered dusty roll of paper. "We aren't really supposed to, but those kids can be nice if they want. They snuck us some bulletins from the Gravel Gazette...this one's from about a week or two back. "

"We're still going through the latest one," Hasaru whispered, his hands bloodied from from a failed Pracot plucking. "But they all sound pretty interesting. Beats just sitting here doing nothin' when there ain't nothin' to do," he continued, with his attempt at a Skylander accent. "They like to work us, even when there ain't no work to be done!"

***

Price was eventually brought upstairs, to the second floor of Pair'o'Dice. A few hours of waiting in the lounge and all it's various distractions was it it took this time before the doors to the meeting room were opened, the warlord Arubak awaiting him and sitting in front of a patched up wall, repairs still being done from the Lords of Rock's messy escape from his town.

"Mister Price!" Arubak greeted, lighting a cigarette. "I'm a busy man these days, Price. Apologies on the long wait. Been a few days and I know you had some urgent business but, well...you're been around a long enough to see what just a handful of rustlers can get away with if they play their cards right..." Arubak shrugged. "I trust yer accomodations were to yer likin'?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Syra Onnet

0.00 INK

"We may not be in fighting shape," Syra began, "but those two are still human, and deserve the freedom we gave them a small taste of...last I'd seen them was at Blacksun's party, he didn't seem the type to deal in human trafficking though...so they must have been kidnapped during all the fighting. We owe it to them to set them free from whatever Hellhole did this to him," she gestured to Bones laying in the sand, clinging to life.


***

"Yo, wake up," the low, gruff voice commanded just as a cold splash of water connected with his face. Blacksun woke, startled and frowned, wiping his eyes as he looked for the one responsible. He grinned and shook his head, "Your highness, what brings you here?" He muttered, leaning back against the wood post he'd been chained to ever since the carriage had stopped and he and the former thralls had been unceremoniously kidnapped following his party. His beard was filling in and just past the point of 5 o'clock shadow levels. his clothes were stained and smelled of animal shit.

"I can't have the supplier of my booze go missing now can I?" Theory smiled, raising his blade and cutting through the chain that held the businessman. "Come, I have my men waiting nearby. I can't get back into the city, but at least you can, and maybe just put a good word in with Arubak for me? I'd love to know where his friends managed to go with my weapon after all."

"Ah, should have figured this would be more than a rescue, always Quid pro Quo with you."

"I've paid my dues and worked for nothing already, never again." Theory commented as he turned to leave the barn, Blacksun in tow.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"Not to be discouraging, but I do enjoy you more when your mouth is silent," Qunith said, immediately uninterested in the two thralls despite the fact that they were all stuck in the exact same situation.

From the balcony of the ruined forts top suite Gutner stood, reloading the round bullets into his golden revolver. Here was the only place one could see beyond the wall, into the desert beyond their tiny fortress. Gutner looked down at the three men by the closed gate house- Argo, Weer, and Chilf. Chilf was the best gunman he had, Weer the strongest swordsman, and Argo the youngest hand they had for fighting.

Gutner nodded slowly. They weren't a gang per say but they were strong enough to protect their own, do enough business with the cities to get by. Children ran up to the three guardsman. Gutner sighed at the sight of the babes of the homestead.

Suddenly the three guardsmen shot back to attention. The rough man who had reached their gates earlier that day emerged from the barn, the third prisoner- Blacksun, behind him. Gutner rubbed his chin. Theory was a killer, a warrior, a warlord. Dangerous, but like all warlords, rich. When he had tracked them down to Last Rest he offered a ransom they couldn't refuse. Outside the wall Theory's men and their ants waited, a small posse of Remnant guards that Theory had managed to assemble, even here, so far away from his base...

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Ash nodded along in agreement with Seru and Syra, but held up his hand a moment as he looked between Otis and the rest of them. "While I do think the two thralls likely still want us dead, they were formidable adversaries when first we met it seemed. For them to be captured, and held onto so long like this, I think it may be safe to assume that their captors are even more formidable. Not only do I think it will take all of us to free the two of them, but I do agree with Seru that we may need the canon as well."

The Captain paused and played with his mustache for a moment, giving the canon some more thought. "There are some risks of bringing the canon with us without the proper ammunition, but I think it could be enough to get Qunith and Talideth out without a fight. That said, if worse comes to worse, perhaps we could pick up some equipment along the way?" A rather mischievous grin started to grow on the Captain's face. "We might be lacking the bullets, but explosives do quite a good job on walls and guards all the same."


_____________________________________________________________


Price gave Arubak a wide and friendly grin before nodding to the warlord's question. "Oh yes, absolutely splendid I must say. Comparable with the likes of what the Sorillians or Matranicals could make even! You've done well for yourself in this place, especially with how harsh The Rock can be. But indeed, my room at the particular Inn I am staying with has been marvelous. It's not hard to see why so many people even from off planet come to this place." As Arubak took his seat at his desk, Price soon followed and settled down into a chair opposite of the Holy Land's proprietor.

"And please, don't apologize, I understand very well what it can be like dealing with thieves. Indeed, I've been victim to one of the most dangerous groups of thieves in the galaxy myself! But that's a tale for another time. I'd like to thank you firstly for meeting with me Mr. Arubak, and to say that it's a great pleasure to finally be meeting you. Certainly I do have urgent business, but I'm actually hoping that it can involve you. In fact, there are many ways in which you are particularly well suited to helping me."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"This seems like a bad idea but it sounds like the rest of you have made up your mind," Otis grumbled, vainly trying to dust himself off. "Well, I can't have you guys getting yourselves killed. You're the only friends I've got left, now that even the Guardians have turned their backs on me. I still can't believe Girthfield shot me... but I digress. I'm in then."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"About that," Seru glanced at Otis, her expression sympathic, "I'm sorry your people betrayed you. I ain't never been a fan of your Guardians but...I'm sorry all the same."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Clorik timidly approached Otis and made a gesture to pat him on the shoulder as a sign of sympathy.

Horik on the other hand clapped a hand on Ash's shoulder and grinned, "You, you understand me."

As they had discussed what to do yet again, Horik had checked her own stash of supplies in the multitude of pockets she donned. Her arsenal of handmade weapons was low and her stash on ammunition almost gone. So when Ash had mentioned explosives, Horik realized she had come across a fellow enthusiast.

Horik swiftly turned to Otis and nodded sagely, "Look, I dunno who these Guardians are but that sucks. Kinda reminds me of the Knights though who also suck. But just cuz we're all stuck with each other, doesn't necessarily mean we're friends, buddy. But, we can be. If we don't die anytime soon anyway"

~*~

"Quni, have some understanding," Talideth scolded them as she turned to the two hicks. "May I see the parchment?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"Understanding? Understand that come dawn Argo's head will be on a pike," Qunith replied, ripping a pracot off the vine harshly. Qunith glanced at the two Longbaons. "You two are not of this earth, so if I were to speak of the witch of the waste it would mean nothing to you, but trust in me when I say... we are not meant to be here." Qunith glanced over to the three guardsmen and Blacksun being stupidly escorted from the barn. "And we shan't for long."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Who's the witch of the wastes...is one of y'all the witch?" Hasaru asked asked Ohibi handed Talideth the news bulletin.

"Here. You never know. Maybe some good reading will satiate your boredom," Ohibi nodded to the two Sideans.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"No, but you might as well believe we are possessed by one," Talideth cautioned as she took the news bulletin and looked it over. "But I'm curious, how did you two end up here?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Bet a LOT OF money in a game of chance," Hasaru answered. "Lot of money we didn't have. Thought for sure we would win, but that old coot Gutner has some tricks up his sleeve. We tried to give ourselves a chance but by the time the Empire would be able to forward us those kinda funds, Gutner and his goons would be back to collect anyway. So here we are, hopin' our brother at the Embassy has some kinda plan."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Syra Onnet

0.00 INK

Syra rolled her eyes with a chuckle at Horik's newfound respect for Ash. They were going to save the two thralls, or blow themselves up in the process, but it beat being stuck in the desert with no plan.

"The Guardians used to be different...They used to be heroes that allied against Oblivion with the Ultimate Organization," her voice trailed off for a moment before she began again, softly, "The Guardians were the reason I decided to fight after my home was ravaged by war. To see what they've become," She looked at Otis, "You're better off without them..."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
Another bug crawled from Bones' mouth.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

A large grin grew on Ash's face as Horik spoke, patting his hand against the handle of his revolver. "I am, at the end of the day, a great lover of all things that put holes through the bodies of the villianous scum of the universe!" He chuckled with glee at the thought as he watched Horik fish through her pockets, only to come up with lightly leaden hands. "But indeed, it does seem as though we shall need to replenish ourselves if we are to continue enjoying our favorite hobby." The Captain lightly clapped his hand against Horik's shoulder while her and the others responded to Otis.

Ash gave a sympathetic smile and a sigh to Otis. "Well Otis my boy, take heart and remember that they haven't tried to kill everything you love yet. Perhaps they have fallen away from the light, perhaps you'll even need to respond to their violence with more violence, but you can still uphold those ideals that brought you to the Guardians in the first place." He looked between the others in the group and gave a slight shrug. "Perhaps we all can."

One of the bug's that crawled from Bones' mouth skittered across the sand past Ash. The Captain turned to look at the shriveled man and grimaced in disgust as another bug crawled out. "Is he quite alright? The last person I saw expel that many insects from their body was dead. By several weeks in fact. Bones sticking out, flesh rotted away, that sort of thing."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Well, I certainly would like to help out any way I can, Mister Price....and I assume you know how things go 'round these parts?" Arubak questioned, leaning back in his chair. "Ain't nothin' on the Rock is free so far as I'm concerned. You got an offer for me as compensation for helpin' you out?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Thanks guys, I'd like to think that Tera Roth at least would approve of what I've done," Otis said, sighing. "He was the reason I joined the Guardians in the first place. But lamenting it won't put the water back in the canteen. Let's go save us some thralls, and do the Guardian creed proud."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Price grinned at Arubak, shaking his head slightly as he chuckled. "I understand fully well how things work here on The Rock, but I believe 'compensation' is a poor choice of word for what I intended to offer. Compensation implies a one time deal, an immediate exchange of one thing for another. What I had in mind was actually more long term."

There was a pause as Price reached into his jacket pocket, and shortly after produced something small and metallic in his hand. It appeared to be a small, strange mechanical part of some sort, but it was a golden color, perhaps made of brass. On it was an inscription of a logo and a name; Price Industries.

"You see Mr. Arubak, I am, or rather was, an industrialist by trade. Made machine parts, ship parts, weapon parts, and some of the finest steel to ever be used in the galaxy. For various reasons, my business is no longer in operation, and I have been self-exiled here to The Rock. When I came here, I didn't expect much except to survive. But then I came across your little community, and it proved to be just what I needed to help me out with this favor I have."

Price leaned forward in his seat, fingers brought together in front of his lips as his elbows rested on his knees. "What I need is quite simple, just a bit of 'laundry', you see? I need to be able to lose a copious amount of money here at your casinos, and then shortly afterwards win it back, preferably in different currencies from what I lost. And, well to be fair it won't be me winning back the money, but some of my old employees. To make a long story short, they've been very loyal to me, and this is, for them, essentially severance pay. My way of rewarding them for their years of loyal employment."

Leaning back once more, Price pointed to the mechanical piece now on Arubak's desk. "And that there is what I am referring to when I speak of something more 'long term'. I don't know what happened during the battle outside of the town, but evidently things are becoming quite dangerous on The Rock right now. What I'm offering you is a way to find yourself a little safer, and perhaps a little richer. I want to start a factory here, producing machine parts, the best steel you'll ever see on this planet, and weapons to better protect the city. Anything you don't use for yourself or the city? We can sell it to other parts of the planet, making quite a tidy income. And I want to do this as partners Mr. Arubak."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Arubak sat in thought for a moment, pondering Price's offer. "Mister Price, you got a mighty interesting proposal on your hands, I have to admit," the warlord nodded in respect, clasping his hands together over his table. "However...and this may surprise you comin' from yours truly, but money ain't everything. 'Specially not to me when I've got a pretty good thing goin' here."

Arubak took a puff of his cigarette. "But you seem like a man who's got some connections, Mister Price. Connections that lie beyond the Rock. I'd like to build some more connections of my own, ya see."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Price smiled slyly at Arubak's response. "How funny, and here I was about to tell you the same thing, that I'm not particularly interested in money right now either, other than to pay those who worked for me. Now, as for connections, I certainly do still have some that lay beyond The Rock, depending on what kind of contacts you're looking for specifically."

There was a pause as Price watched Arubak smoke, so Price followed the warlord's lead and pulled out a cigarette of his own, attaching it to the end of his stem pipe, and lighting it. Price grinned as he slowly puffed away at the cigarette. "It's worth noting that my offer still stands on that factory as well. Whether or not you desire money from it, I'm more than happy to provide the service. I see a great deal that is mutually beneficial to it. But there are more than a few ways in which I can be of assistance to you Mr. Arubak, and am more than happy to offer assistance in those ways. But why don't you elaborate a little more on what you have in mind with these contacts first, and we can work forward from there."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"As you can see, I got plenty of dealings with Matran types and the like," Arubak continued. "You can see it in the architecture, the guests here....a lotta people from your homeland and then some are keepin' my pockets full."

Arubak sat up and walked over to a small credenza in the corner of the room and opened a drawer. He pulled it open and drew out a map. Sliding across the table to Price, it would depict the Matran systems with several red marking on a few planets.

"I provide so many offworlders with entertainment, a place of refuge in this harsh land, it's only fair I get somethin' back in return...so why not some land of my own?" Arubak shrugged. "I know after that big war y'all had, plenty of planets that was once full of folk ain't quite in such a way no more. The folk who'd normally argue over it are too busy tryin' to find their place in the new regime, so I figured....while they go about their squabbles, no one would mind if I claimed the deeds fer myself."

"You think you can produce that, Mister Price?" Arubak, pointed at Price with his pointer and index fingers, his cigarette, being held between them.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
Qunith stared at Hasaru for thirty seconds. "Coool," They replied before ripping away at a pracot.

***

The receptionist looked across the dark wooden desk at Lucky, Falcon, Thellani & M'kama. "Minister Rann, yes, I recognize your radio," The receptionist said, flicking through a note-book littered with messy Longbaon characters. "You booked this meeting with police clearance. Is this a police matter?"

"Don't be worryin' 'bout that," Lucky replied with folded arms.

The receptionist glanced up at them. "I was hoping perhaps you had information. I am afraid Minister Rann is unavailable, as he has been out the last few days."

Suddenly there was a loud honk from the street outside the embassy. The trio turned as through the saloon doored entrance they could see the crowd scattering as a roaring engine pulled up. Through the crowd a dark green automobile pulled up in front of the embassy, it's narrow wheels coated in dirt and smoke. From the open top of the ant-less carriage the driver rose, pulling a corpse from the seat next to him and flinging the body over his shoulders. He leapt off the automobile and landed on the street. He marched forward, kicking open the saloon doors of the embassy.

"No he's not, he's right here," The man said, throwing Minister Rann to the ground. The fat, moustachioed Longbaon laughed stupidly as he landed

"Jan-Tu, he's been in the sugar again. In that Baon club on Cricket Street," The driver said. "Get him some water, will you?"

"Yes sir!" The receptionist exclaimed, abandoning her desk to find a canteen further in the embassy offices. The driver sighed before glancing up at the trio. He was a Longbaon man with a middle-aged face, dark eyes, slicked back black hair, a strong jaw that he could not seem to keep stubble off of. He wore a beige suit, a silken white Longbaon cloak draped over his shoulders.

"Do- do you work for the embassy?" Lucky questioned.

"I am the embassy," The man replied. "My name is Kanji Kilakanji. I'm the Longbaon ambassador to the Rock." Kanji gave a hefty chuckle as he passed by the desk and took a seat opposite the three. "Sorry- the staff here is not much."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

"Quite unfortunate," M'Kama mentioned, still looking out the door at the minister laughing madly upon the ground. "We were seeking to speak with that man..." M'Kama frowned. "I don't mean to presume to much, but from what I understand of the Longbaoan faith, the consumption of illicit substances is not at all common..."

M'Kama put a hand to his chin and asked Ambassador Kilakanji, "If it's possible, do you think arrangements could be made, do you think we can perhaps make a visit to your monastaries?"

***

Hasaru, being blind, didn't notice Qunith's antagonizing bit. His sister, Ohibi, simply turned to Talideth and gave her a look as if to ask if her companion had stepped in a bush of thorns before arriving at the Last Rest.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

#, as written by Nulix
"I'm Rann's superior, anything you have to say to him, you can say to me," Kilakanji replied, pulling out a rolled cigarette and lighting it with a silver lighter. He took a long inhale before squinting at M'kama. "The fuck do you want to do at our monasteries?"