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Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

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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.
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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 [118] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [23] 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.
Horik [4] The desperate desolate explorer
Talideth [2] A devout believer, an empty vessel.
Qunith [2] A Sudean Divine now in the servitude of the sinister Waste Witch.
Seru [1] A soldier who lives for Cobran.
Tackel [0] An oasis of justice in a lawless land.
Frey [0] A violent child in a violent world.
Otis Lariat [0] A young Guardian with boundless optimism.

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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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Horik 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.

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"See, friend?" M'Kama assured Ash, as he led them to the geyser where he had just recently been ejected. "The Guardian here has this covered...now look here. "He pointed to the crackling water bubbling within the geyser. "This water is extremedy hot. My blade protects me just barely from the scorching heat, as much as the curse allows...but you two wouldn't be so lucky. Unless..." M'Kama points to Otis. "You utilize your phoenix magic. Cool the water to grant us safe passage. Entrap is within a bubble of air. Whatever is within your capabilities, son."

"We'll be traveling against the current, but I have an idea for that..." M'Kama continued. "The only other thing qe'll need to worry about is what we'll face once we emerge on the other side..."

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Syra's eyes widened at Girthfield's request. "You want me, to break into a Sorillian ship that belongs to the Knights of the Matran? You must be mad...I wouldn't know the first thing to do with this ship, you'd be better suited to do it!" She scoffed, looking the ship over. She'd never seen one like it before. It was more advanced than the ones used in the war, but the same basic design seemed to remain. "There's no telling how many other Knights are on board!"

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Ash looked at the geyser pool, eyes wide as he listened to the stranger and Otis speak. "You're both bloody insane." He spoke plainly, staring at the heated water. Ash pointed towards the water as he looked towards the strange, possibly insane man that stood with them. "THAT is more than enough to be worried about facing, old bean. Otis, do you honestly think even Phoenix powers are going to be enough for this?"

After he took a moment to contemplate it, he shook his head wearily. "If we do this, and I end up disfigured from it, I'm going to kill both of you. And as for what's 'on the other side', if it is anything living that isn't a beautiful woman, I'm jamming my gun down it's throat and unloading the whole bloody thing."

He checked the chamber of his revolver quickly, then re-holstered it again when satisfied. "Well, let's get this over with then."

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Horik's eyes widened at the sight before her and she stepped forward, even as a vague feeling crept into her chest. Her mouth opened slightly and she took in the woman, looking her up and down.

"A visitor, yes," Horik answered as she looked around the two of them. No one else in sight to confirm this otherwordly woman. "Have you followed me?"

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"I agree, please explain," Galneryus again suggested, eyes narrowing at his fellow Guardian's clear insanity.

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"Let me think for a moment," Otis said, eyes turning up towards the blistering sunlight pouring on them, then back down to the water. He chewed on his lip for a moment, then extended a hand upwards.

"This will be a stretch," Otis muttered to himself. "But it should be possible if I..." Taking a deep breath, Otis focused all of his mental effort and pulled. The effect was physically felt by M'Kama and Ash, as if someone had pushed them, and the sand around Otis buckled as a rush of cool air blasted down from the heavens.

"Stand close," Otis grunted, teeth clenched as he held onto the vacuum hole he'd punched through the superheated atmosphere of the Bright. "I won't be able to maintain this for long. And it's going to get hot, real fast, once we get in that water."

M'Kama and Ash nodded, and stepped in closer to Otis. Otis gripped M'Kama's shoulder and Ash did the same as the man drew his sword and the three leaped into the water. Almost immediately, the freezing air began warming, as M'Kama used his sword to dive deeper into the fountain, following the tunnel back to its source.

Otis panted, sweat pouring from his brow as he tried to maintain the pocket of air around them, his eyes blurring as they descended deeper into the tunnels.

"Maybe... like fifteen seconds," Otis grunted, as the scalding temperatures began to seep into the air. "Maybe less, I'm... losing it."

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"The answer is zero," Girthfield replied to Syra to her question of how many more Knights were onboard. "That is a Ulman Corvette... they couldn't fit another man on board if they stuffed him in the floorboards."

Girthfield glanced to Galy. "And the reason its you Syra, and not one of us, my young subordinate, is because they wont recognize you." Girthfield looked at Syra. "You've been a thrall for so long... and there's a great power in that. You can be unnoticed. We're the Guardians." Girthfield gave a sorry smile. "Being anonymous... won't work for this crowd. I can give you the key to that ship, but after that... you're the one they won't notice gone, not us."

Girthfield glanced down the village road where a few of soldiers had gone looking for the guardians, wondering why they'd abandoned the burial site. Girthfield pushed Galy forward, urging him to distract them, before turning back to Syra. "You have a great power... use it."

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"You're not very hard to follow," The woman said to Horik, her face not quite in a smile but not neutral either. "You seem in search... as all here do. What brought you to Cobran?"

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"Ah, you raise a good point, friend," M'Kama nodded to Ash before the trio made their dive. "If we are not to survive this short voyage than we would do well to die with weapons in hand!"

As Otis encased them all in the bubble and began to ascend down into the boiling doeths below, M'Kama git a better view of the fissures and rocky underwater crags that he had zoomed past before. Otis' shield of air wouldn't last long it seemed as the the child began to ask for aid, M'Kama complied, stating, "I'm going to shift around slightly...stay out of the way of my blade."

He pointed his sword behind them as it to like the violent tide, began to boil and heat up, magma beginning to inexplicably drip from metal. Suddenly the group was blasted forward, launched the opposite direction M'Kama had been shot through previously, Otis guiding them. "Perhaps....I should've mentioned....to brace yourselves!" M'Kama noted as the three of them shot through and emerged in cavernous depths.

"Word...to the wise..." M'Kama laughed quietly, seemingly slightly amused by the tumultuous experience. "There is a great beast in these caves...we would do well to avoid getting it's attention...." he whispered, before suddenly remembering to ask, "You two alright, by the way?"

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Otis vomited in response, but gave a thumbs up as he panted, doubled over.