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Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

a part of Lords of Rock, by Nulix.

The Land of Plenty

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Horik straightened her back and pushed her chest out, meeting White Hat's gaze even though she had to look up to do so.

"I'm of the skies," Horik firmly repeated. "Aint much more you need to know since you ain't so keen on us anyway. Besides, if I never come back, my past ain't gonna be much of a concern for ya in the future anyway."

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"Now listen here," White Hat said, landing a pointed finger in Horik's chest. "This world was white as snow and pure as milk and I'm gonna die protectin' it from you foreign-"

"Hey! Hey look!" The light voice of Grizzle, the caravan's elder, called as he approached the two. "They got mangos! From the systems!" He threw one their way. White Hat caught the mango and sighed. "Yeeagh," He dismissed, waving Horik away as he mosied into the camp. Grizzle watched him before biting into the fruit. "Mangos!" He said, blinking at Horik. "Hey where are your friends at? We travelled all this way I'd hate for them not to be rested! This is our new home after all!"

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"New home?" Horik repeated, glancing around at the caravans and the people resting. Her nose crinkled but she put on a smile for Grizzle and shrugged. "They're probably still with the healer around here."

Horik started to make her way to leave, "I should, uh, I should go look for them. Thanks for the mangos!"

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Grizzle watched as Horik began to wander off down the tunnel, away from the refugee cave and back to the main city of caverns and lantern light. "Gotta eat those mangos!" Grizzle chirped, stuffing one into his mouth...

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"No...but she's dying," Seru sat down again, looking at Palavan with a frown. The doctor had gone to another patient, out of earshot from them. She gazed back up at M'Kama and Tackle, "I think there's a way to save her though. It's unpleasant and may kill her anyway."

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"Well, she's survived a ship crashing, a small scale war, a mussel assault, dehydration, and probably heatstroke," M'Kama listed off. "If there's a way we can save her still, I don't see why we can't take a chance..." the Yyb man shrugged. A puzzled expression briefly crossed his face, as he turned to Seru. "Can I ask you a question about your clan?" he asked, in a quiet tone, so his words would not reach the doctor's. "As to it's relation to all things reptilian and serpentine?"

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"Murder seems like the most comedic option," A masked nurse commented, wiping blood on her rough-hide gown beside M'kama and Seru.

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Seru squinted at the nurse, before turning back to M'Kama in hushed whispers.

"It's...it's what can cure her," was all she said, brushing past the man toward the door that led to the main chamber of Cobran. Outside was loud compared to the medic's office, the sounds of metal clanging, people yelling and wagons squeaking created an echo around the caves that was nostalgically familiar to Seru. She looked at M'Kama and Tackle who had followed her, their faces unfamiliar but the only few she could trust to understand the desperation they were currently in, "Look, what I'm about to show you is a Cobran secret. If anyone like Theory knew about it..." the woman swallowed, "Let's just say it's sacred to our people. But it's the only hope that woman has left."

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The nurse pulled out a saw. "We're gonna have to amputate the leg!"

"Not the leg, not the leg!" A patient screamed in the background.

"Oh wait," The nurse paused. "It's heading toward the crotch!"

"Take the leg! Take the leg!" The patient screamed.

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"Something to do with this...Snake god?" M'Kama questioned. "The Blacksmith mentioned something about it. Something about Cobran's leader. How meeting either of them can change someone's life? Would you say that's true?"

Nothing to see here. Move along, 2767457.

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"I dunno about our leader," Seru rolled her eyes, "But yes. You'll see, c'mon"

Seru led them toward a torch lit tunnel on the far side of Cobran. At the entrance there was a collection of candles and paper flowers, while people who walked past seemed to lower their heads, the strange light of the tunnel illuminating their strange faces. Even if you were not a spiritual or religious person it was easy to tell that this was a special place. The tunnel led them down, further and further away from the light of the town and into the dark depths of the ground under Cobran, with only the weak light of torches to show the way forward. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, spiraling down into the earth until it stopped at a huge, pitch black cave. "Here we are.." Seru whispered.

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M'Kama stared at the cave walls, the bright light illuminating off of his face. It was a marvel. Further and further they they went, into the depths. There was something about this place. Something different from the rest of the caverns of Cobran. "Seru...." M'Kama asked, as they stared into the maw of the cave. "How long has your clan been around, would you say?"

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Seru shrugged, "12 years or so. We came here to escape and found home."

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"Young clan, right," M'Kama nodded. "Only twelve years young. A clan in it's infancy. And yet, these tunnels seem far older than anything in the bright...look at the sediment below. The aged wall of rock. What lies behind the veil, I wonder. What secrets does the serpent hold tightly in it's coils?"

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There was something ancient about these walls. The rest of Cobran was carved cleanly, precisely. These walls were smooth, as if time itself had sanded them off- like a stone under the water. The sounds of cobran faded as they went deeper. The air became staler. A dampness could be felt ahead...

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"Hello?" Seru called out into the darkness. And although she had been here many times before, chills still swept up her spine, forcing her words to sound meek and nervous. Her voice echoed in the earth, "Are you awake?"

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"Uh, yeah wake up!" M'Kama agreed, throwing a rock into the darkness. "That's what we're aimin' for , right?"

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There was something so intimate about the darkness, so close to their breath. The blackness was so pure... so solid, it was like being nose to nose with a wall. What was that. Movement? A subtle sound, like a soft rug in the Necropolis being laid out for prayer. M'kama's feet were cold, and wet. Whatever he had thrown the rock at... it seemed to be awake. And he couldn't quite tell how but it felt as though it were pulling him further into the darkness, as if it was sucking him in with it's breaths... as if the tunnel itself was its air passage.

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M'Kama reach down and touched the cold , wet ground with his hands...before slowly reaching up a feeling the breath emerging from the tunnel. With his free hand, he reached into his pack and drew out a trio of cards. "Make yourself known to us creature. No point in playing coy for this far long..."

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A slithering. Wet scales dragging on sand. Something ahead. Something ahead...

Suddenly a force came down with a rattle, smashing M'kama into the earth like a whip. His card fell from his hand and he fell, bloodied, forward into the darkness. M'kama smashed into water, as suddenly a body moved around him, smooth snake skin wrapping and coiling over and over and over again. It felt not much larger than a giant snake found in the jungle.... but it just... never ended. Every limb, every part of his body, was coiled in snakeskin as he struggled to breath, until at last only his head was free from it's grasp. Black water flooded his lungs.

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"Ah..." M'Kama noted, as a vision of giant scales emerged before him, knocking him into watery depths and filling his vision with water and darkness. The Cobran's guardian deity was no myth and as it appeared before him in a fury. But if it had sought M'Kama's death this day, it would be vastly disappointed. It was not his time to pass. It was not in the cards.

As water began to fill his lungs, M'Kama knew he had to act fast. He drew his blade, Nu-Ender, cursed by Phoenix of centuries' past. Beneath the waters he could not move as fast as he'd like...but he could press the flat of the blade against the serpent's flesh. The creature began to feel an intense heat from underneath it's coils. Far hotter than the blistering suns of the bright and more akin to the unyielding magma that lied within it's volcanic mountains, melting through it's leathery flesh.

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As M'kama burnt the creature alive it let out a scream and dove, grabbing M'kama with it, deeper and deeper into the water. Seru's screams faded into obscurity as they entered the depths of the cave. The creature released M'kama at last but he was already too far gone. He was sucked into a water passage, smashed against the rocks of the jet stream like a piece of shit in a river. Off tunnel wall to tunnel wall he smashed for minutes unend, unable to see where he was going or where the passages were taking him, until finally blinding light. He was blasted out into what felt like a kettle of boiling water, whiteness blasting down from the bubbling surface above...

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"Woo-hoo!" M'Kama screamed internally, holding his breath as much as he could as his sword was sucked in the water tunnel, behind him, also moving at highspeeds. In mid-flight, he grabbed onto his blade, knowing full well of the danger that could entail if it were to land anywhere without him nearby. As he grabbed onto the hilt, M'Kama managed to backflip underwater, planting his feet onto the blade.

Surfing the blade down the water tunnel, as it shot him through to only gods know where, the Yybal tribesman wondered what sort of tricks he could accomplish on his blade. Every instance e smashed against a wall, he hopped against it with the flat of his blade to ricochet from one tunnel wall to the next in a sequence. He would accomplish a handstand next, spinning around the flat of his blade on nothing but his index finger in an overturned pirouette motion, the avoid the boulders that had unlodged themselves from the wall during his raucous ascent into the unknown.

"Alright!"


"Fuck yeah!"


"Too cool!"

M'Kama thought as he styled away, perfecting a spin-a-roonie on the flat of his blade as he blasted out from a boiling hot surface.

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Otis & Ash had been following the tracks for hours, or trying to. Unfortunately the burning hot stones of the Bright had incinerated the tracks as they went on, soon leading the two men lost. It had been nearly a day of wandering the heat. It felt like many more. Burnt skin and strained eyes could barely concentrate ahead.

They had spotted water, a small lake. Somewhere in the mountains they could break, perhaps. Drink. Setup a camp. Unfortunately, when they went near, it was clear the water of the Bright was not one a human would want to touch. The surface of the lake boiled and brewed like a stew on the cauldron. One touch and it may burnt the skin right off.

No man would willingly swim in it. And so they sat at the edge of the lake, unsure of where to go next, when suddenly.

A sword flew out of the lake wildly before falling back into the boiling water. Then a sudden figure burst to the surface of the water, screaming in pain as he was being cooked alive.

It was M'kama.