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The Rockaverse

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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.

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Syra stared in awe at how much Theory's men had managed to unbury. "Loyal to a fault..." she muttered, suddenly aware that the mysterious navy blue armored knight was standing right behind her.

"Your armor is a weakness here, you'll lose consciousness in a matter of minutes fighting in it," She pointed at Theory's men, "most of them are from your order, they went AWOL during the war and came here seeking refuge, but that turned into conquest. Their leader was captured by the guardian there, but it doesn't matter, they will keep fighting for that man, their "crown prince", your friend there is committing suicide right now." She gestured to the Knight that had chosen to step between the two armies.

"While I agree, he and I are not from the same order," the feminine voice echoed from beneath the navy helm, "he simply came to my aid while I was making my way to this world on my own mission," she stated, removing her helmet, brown hair falling to her shoulders. "Of course, I was sent here to collect that weapon, but not for the Matran." She smiled, extending her hand to Syra, "for now, call me Azure!"


"Syra..." Syra replied, hesitantly. Something about this girl felt off, they stood on the verge of a battle between two capable armies and she was making small talk? She couldn't help but wonder how easy her life, and the life of the Knight had been for them to both be so calm under pressure. On the same token, she couldn't help but be envious. Syra had never asked to see such horrible things, she'd love to be as carefree as Azure seemed.

"Well, it's time I started my mission, Syra, I'm impressed you came all the way out here unarmed, you must have something at stake in this battle, when this is over I'll do my best to help you achieve whatever goal it is you wish!"

"You...you don't even...hey!" Syra watched as the strange woman raced after the idiotic knight. She looked at Girthfield with a stunned expression, "They've no clue what they're doing! You have to stop this from getting worse!"


"Seems a lot of those men and women digging up the cannon are deserters, plan on taking them in, or just eradicating them here and now?" Azure began, standing beside the Knight.

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Ash really had no idea what he had just witnessed, partly due to immense confusion of the situation itself, and a little delirium. Some strange being erupted from the water in front of them, making strange, demonic contortions in the air upon some kind of blade of fire. When the thing began to approach them, and had motioned to Otis, Ash had decided he had had enough with strange desert beings.

He rose to his feet in a flash as his hand sprung out from under his cloak, revolver gripped and pointed straight at the strange being. "You leave him be you bloody voodoo, dead ferrying, Baron Papa Legba shaman demon troll! We're not having any of you today, not one bit! No cigars, no deals for souls, none of that! So you just go on your merry, grim reaping way and leave us be before I put holes in you!"

Ash himself didn't understand half of what he was saying, it was just kind of flowing out of nowhere, likely from delirium. He turned to Otis. "Otis old boy, are we both seeing this creature? Is it the wild desert getting to my brain." He looked back to the strange man, a look of fury on Ash's face now. "Or a war flashback!" Ash shouted in rage as he pointed harder with the gun.

A moment after his outburst, before either Otis or the new comer could say anything, Ash's eyes started to readjust. Now he could make out that the 'strange being' actually looked a lot like a Yybian. "Wait... Are you real old chum? A flesh and blood human being?" He started to relax a bit now, lowering his arm and pointing the gun to the ground a foot or two in front of the Yybal tribesman, to show that man that he wasn't going to kill him, but that he was still ready in case things turned sour.

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A salt iguana began to lick at M'kama's burns, it's spiked tongue ripping his flesh out with each swipe.

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"He's real," Otis coughed. "Yes, I was there. I'm one of the Guardians on the Rock. Or perhaps I was. Girthfield might report I deserted. Cobran... is it near? We could really use some rest."

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"Hey, Seru, what happened to M'Kama?" Tackel asked, entering Palavan's room. "I've been... looking for him, but I can't find him. Last I saw he went with you... Oh." Tackel blinked as he looked at Palavan. "You're awake! I thought for sure you were really dead this time, but I guess you fooled us again. Hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something."

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Seru rubbed her eyes, jolted awake by Tackel, "Oh...he did something stupid so they kicked him out," she waved it away like it was nothing, "It's aight, I'll let him back in for now. We shouldn't stay long in Cobran anyway."

She sat up, her veins still tingling with the sensation of the last remnants of venom, but she looked at Palavan with big eyes, "So it worked, then. Good."

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"Who are you?" Palavan asked Tackel in disgust, her Sorillian filtered through a thick Ulfirian accent.

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Girthfield frowned as he stared over at the raiders. "We're eradicating no-one," He corrected the newcomers. "Not yet."

From the distance Zambob could be seen emerging on ant-back to meet them.

"Greetings!" The Tryptian called to the man, raising an armoured glove. "We wish to discuss the situation. Would you hold council with us?"

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Zambob struck an impressive figure. He was old for the Rock, whose people tended to have short lives. His red beard was long but trimmed and braided, his head shaved clean. The long lines in his face broke outwards from his eyes like ravines carved by water in the desert. The robes he wore shimmered dark hues of blue and gray, and not even the ever-present covering of dust diluted its colors.

"Behold, my people," Zambob said, throwing his arms wide as they viewed the massive artillery cannon. "Our fallen star has shed its glory, as I predicted. The wrath of the earth and the cleansing waters will soon be upon us..."

The large army behind him called out in unison, a wordless shout of affirmation, and Zambob nodded slowly. Spurring his ant forward, Zambob began to descend the dune towards the waiting group of Knights and Girthfield.

"Lo, figures of the heavens, brushed by death and painted in steel, form to greet the mad prophet," Zambob said heavily, stopping his ant in front of the group of soldiers and sliding down to the ground. "Council you ask? What need have we of council? You think to pursue a treaty? There is no war here. Only truth and its ever-growing spread over the Rock and its people."

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Tackel frowned at both comments but said nothing.

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The Tryptian paused, glaring at the man. "Zambob? You attempted to bring peace to the Rock back in... two, two-five-two." The Tryptian squinted from behind his spectacles. "The Sentinel's of Knowledge speak highly of you. Now as it is clear the system of the Matran has dropped a piece of artillery here by mistake," The Tryptian glanced down at the massive tower of the artillery's canon sticking out of the sand-pit. "We are not here to retrieve it, we are here to.... assess the situation," The Tryptian explained. "I assume you would... like to utilize Matranical weaponry here on the Rock, are we correct Lord Zambob?"

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"I am glad I have garnered such praise from such individuals of high class as the Sentinels of Knowledge but I'm afraid you are mistaken in my intentions," Zambob said, waving away the title. "I do not wish to utilize weaponry. I wish to spread faith. Faith in a brighter future, in a true Lord and Savior that will arise after the cleansing waters baptize our world."

Zambob leaned forward, his eyes bright and intense. "But although I or my followers have no need of a cannon that can destroy a city or an army in a single shot, I would assess the worthiness of those who would have such need. It is my intent to guard the weapon until the signs reveal the one who is worthy of wielding it."

Zambob paused. "Surely you would not refuse me that honor, soldier of the most holy Matran?"

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"You seek Cobran?" M'Kama asked. "How fortuitous. I was just kicked out by their serpent god," he explained. "It may not be easy for you two to get in. A pair offworlders and you're at guardian, at that," he pointed at Otis. "I don't know much of Cobran...but I do hear talk of how they have at lower opinion of your Order than even the rest of the Rock."

"But, on the other hand," M'Kama pondered aloud. "If we continue to meander here for much longer, death will be upon us. I don't need to read the future for that," he chuckled, though that reminded him...some of his cards were lost in the cave with the Snake. That would not do. He would have to go back. "You're a phoenix, are you not?" He asked Otis, suddenly. "If you control your magics well, there may be a way in without raising too much alarm..."

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Ash grimaced at the suggestion the odd man had made. "I ah... Have some serious concerns about whatever plan it is that you're suggesting." He said as he holstered his revolver, looking between the strange man and Otis. "I've been to Cobran but once, and I recall quite well how trusting they were. Which was not at all."

He pulled out a canteen and took a swig of water. "Trying to sneak into Cobran? They'll find out rather quickly about that once one person sees us. And they probably won't be happy." Ash looked back to Otis. "I strongly recommend we use the front door in this case. Better a cold reception than an execution!" He let out a slightly maddened chuckle at the end.

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"We...we're..." Seru rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "My name is Seru. This man is Tackel. We saved you from the crash, do you remember?"

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"Certainly not you two... I remember the shootout, the bandits... the Captain," Palavan blinked. "The Witch."

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"Yeah you told me about her. Said she took the bullets elsewhere," Seru leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Palavan intensely, "We needa find her to destroy those bullets. To destroy that gun. And you, well, you're gonna help me. Once you're recovered of course."

She grinned, "Welcome to Cobran."

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Palavan glared at Seru who was acting the psychopath.

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"Representing the Holy Matranical Empire on behalf of her majesty the Empress in her absence, I extend a hand of cooperation and non-aggression," The Tryptian said, raising his hand. Behind him Onyx and the others raised theirs in accordance. There was a stillness, the sand shifting at their feet. Girthfield watched over the interaction, not sure what to make of the new arrivals. He looked over to the dark eyed Galneryus, and then Syra. They were the only three there not representing a land-owning faction. Perhaps the only three there that could be trusted.

The Tryptian stepped forward. "Lord Zambob. Let us dig and retrieve the artillery. After all, your town has had enough of it's presence, no guardian?" The Tryptian's words were directed over his shoulder.

Girthfield rose an eyebrow at the comment. "Aye aye, Sir Knight," He hummed begrudgingly.

The sands erupted with footsteps. The Knights and Zambob's men descended down the dunes toward the pit of buried artillery.

Something was wrong. Something was off.

"Syra," Girthfield muttered, grabbing her arm as they witnessed the ant-riders surround the artillery. Girthfield put her in his shadow, blocking her from the view of the Knights. He stared her in the eye. "If I give you a job can you do it?" He asked.

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Syra stared at Girthfield, baffled. "Y-yeah? What do you want me to do?" She had watched the exchange between the Knight and Zambob, unsure how it had remained so calm, now they descended on their way into battle over a cannon that had no place on a world like this. From the corner of her eye she could see Azure hanging back, clearly the mysterious woman had different intentions that the Knight she'd arrived with.

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Girthfield grabbed Syra's arm as if he was choking the life out of a bandit and began to drag her up the dune, away from the commotion.

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Back inside Schittle's destroyed walls Girthfield and Syra reached the Knight's ship. The sheriff had been calming the townsfolk as best he could, and Hedon Bad had given them a morbid nod of acknowledgement as they'd passed him. The young traitor had been hard at work, piling the bodies of the dead Remnants by the lawhouse. Only Theory and a few others had survived.

"You see that ship?" Girthfield said, cocking his head to one side to speak down to Syra. "I want you... to break into that ship."

It was a really good idea.

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Horat walked through the streets of Cobran. The green and blue lanterns illuminated the faces she saw like statues, speaking loudly at first and then in hushed whispers as she passed by. The citizens there came in all colours, all faces and features, so what was it that cast Horik as such an outsider?

Horik wandered down a steep descent, a side-street perhaps, leading to a market, a stairway. The city was labyrinthine at times- you could always see the cave sky above but how to get where was often a problem. Less people this way, less sounds, less whispers. Only chimes... and footsteps, like bare-feet on grass.

Someone was approaching. Horik turned. Down the path after her, between the clay houses in the rocks, a woman approached in a flowing white gown. Her dreadlocks swayed behind her on the ground she walked like a pool of serpents following their masters footsteps. Her skin was a near pitch black, reflecting the light like a marble sculpture. Her eyes were large, inviting, but dark- engulfed in the shadow of the green lantern light.

"A visitor?" She breathed in a deep voice. Calm. Otherworldly. "Come from the newcomers cave?"

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"No need to worry Ash," Otis said, clenching his fists. "I am very good at not getting caught. Lead the way, M'Kama. I will do the rest."

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"Girthfield," Galneryus intoned, an edge of caution in his voice. "What are you thinking here? I don't trust our new guests in the slightest, but having this girl break onto their ship is only asking for her swift death... unless you have a plan?"

Zambob waved his arms high, as his men began to hum a hymn as they got to work digging out the artillery cannon.