Lords of Rock

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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 [48] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [12] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [8] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
Mathis Gladys45 [0] New
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Once Horik's hand was firmly in Ash's grasp, and at the moment he noticed one of the monsters lunging towards her, he instinctively jerked his whole body back and upwards. Letting out a fairly audible grunt of exertion, he forced his body into a standing position, dragging the young girl up to his level with only mere moments to spare. Horik dangled for only a second before Ash set her down on the roof, and before anything else occurred his new revolver was out again, putting several wholes in the monster that lunged at Horik.

Ash arched his back for a moment, then began to twist his torso from side to side, stretching. "I do believe this is why they recommend 'limbering up' before physical activity." He said with a slightly pained sound to his voice. "Oh yes, and lifting with one's knees... Good workplace safety, that sort of thing." The Captain turned back to the girl, cocking an eyebrow and pointing in her general direction. "So, what is your plan with that vial? What did you find?" He asked curiously.

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The writhing mass of muddy bodies began to pulse, the bodies seemingly fusing together using the powers of the Earth Phoenix. The woman who had lunged down the alleyway was sucked back into the conglomeration, as if she were some kind of tentacle with human arms at the end. More "tentacles" appeared along the back as the mass formed into what resembled one of the feared nighthounds of the Rock.

Looking up at the pair on the rooftop, the eyeless head split apart and screamed from every human throat that made up its transformation, and then the body lunged forward, colliding with the building and sending spiderweb cracks throughout the roof. It seemed obvious that the building would collapse imminently now, and the "Earthhound" reared back again, ready to smash its way through.

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Syra watched the worm lunge at the drowned man and begin to swallow him whole. "Thanks?" She stammered, looking to M'kama for some sort of answer. "We shouldn't stay here," she stated right as the "Earthhound" let out its demented cry. "What is happening? I'm still unconscious, aren't I? I have to be dreaming." She sighed, as she and M'kama began navigating the nightmarish streets of the town looking for their companions, the worm following closely behind. Somehow, it being nearby gave Syra a strange sense of calm.

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The worm actually wasn't too close behind. After swallowing the man whole, it spat him back out but in a thick white cocoon. Then it decided to follow the duo through the streets.

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"uh, no time now," Horik said as she grabbed Asch's hand and dragged the man across the roof top. She stopped at the edge and replaced the vial in her hand for a small grenade looking device.

"So imma need you to jump," Horik said before taking back a few steps to get a running start herself.

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"Who's a good puppy? There's a good puppy!" M'Kama spoke, patting the earthhound on the stomach. "How about a few tricks?" He asked suddenly stabbing the beast in it's lower jaw with his magma covered blade and drawing the hound's head closer towards the ground. "How about starting with...sit?" He asked as magma sprouted from beneath the hound's feet, in an attempt to overrake it's legs to force it to fall flat on it's stomach towards the earth.

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The dog was the inferior pet next to the Worm.

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The "lower jaw" M'Kama had speared screamed and writhed, and in response to M'Kama's attacks, the earthhound's tentacles lashed out, the humans at the end of the earth arms latching on to M'Kama, each one's mouth stretched open in a howl of pain as the Phoenix power coursed through their body.

Meanwhile, more townsfolk appeared, these ones of the water type, wielding water that poured down onto the lava, filling the alleyway and street with steam and hardening the rock. The earthhound disappeared in the steam, the only thing noting its presence was the unearth howl and the tentacles holding onto M'Kama from the cloud.

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Ash wobbled slightly as the building began to crack from the beast below. No time to waste, and before any could be, Horik had already pulled him away to the edge of the building. He saw her pull a grenade out now, and as his eyes widened, she explained (in briefest detail) her plan. As she ran back to get into position, Ash sighed some displeasure. "I'm going to have legs for minutes after today..." The building rumbled again, several more tentacles had erupted from the creature and slammed into the building. 'Last call' Ash thought.

The Captain ran back to Horik's position, and they simultaneously sprinted towards the edge of the roof again, planting a foot each on the very edge and springing themselves forward towards the roof across from them. Horik did a mid-air turn as she pulled the pin and chucked the grenade behind them.

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The grenade went off anf the building began to tumble, breaking and falling on the massive corpse that had tried to pursue them. Horik and Asch landed but Horik was already fishing in her pockets to see if she had any more.

"So, keep runing? Yes, no?" she asked Asch before turning in the direction of the howl. She ran to the edge of the building and looked over at Asch. "No, uh, no chance you have rope on you, huh?"

~*~

An even larger howl sounded and the worm came charging in, going straight for the mist, mouth agape as it searched for the root of the tentacles. Its milk white mucus covering its body once more.

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"Well....admittedly, my next trick for the puppy was 'play dead'...M'Kama sighed as one of the earthen tentacles picked him up by his ankles. He drew his sword hand back and stabbed sloved right through the mass of mud shackling him, causing him to fall towards the ground.

To stop a painful fall he quickly through his scabbard on the ground before pointed his sword towards it magma dripping from it, neverending to create a small river of lava. The scabbard remained unharmed as M'Kama landed on it, surfing across the lava flow that quickly cooled behind him.

He raced towards the town folk wielding water and slammed his sword into the earth before them, launching rocks at their stomachs to launch them aside, skirtimg around in a circle to make sure he got them all. Once and if he did...he would turn his attention to face the earthtopus once again. "And as for you...hmm."

M'Kama quickly drew three cards and rose them to his face before the monstrocity.

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The sounds of pattering feet could be heard in the mist, shadows darting through the steam. Somewhere in the midst of the street, the earthhound presumably still stood, its low growl reverberating from all directions as the fog thickened.

Tentacles suddenly shot from the ground, grasping the worm by the back end and slinging it into a nearby building. More tentacles erupted from the building behind M'Kama, as a smaller earthhound dragged him into the destroyed hut and "chomped", the myriad hands making up its mouth dragging him into its "stomach" where he was blasted with water and earth, the combination turning into a cement-like paste that began to quickly cocoon him.

Another small earthhound leaped up onto the roof behind Horik and Ash, its tentacles reaching out and grasping hold of Ash's feet, yanking him off balance as it began to drag him towards its open mouth.

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"A bit of a conundrum..." M'Kama noted, quickly swinging his sword around and scraping it across the cement covering, causing it to melt. "Many of these people may be innocent. I cannot afford to fight too haphazardly..." he thought aloud casually kicking the earthhound's jaw away.

M'Kama then kip-upped to his feet, before stomping heavily atop the beast's maw and all the hands thay lie therein. "Perhaps there is a simpler method to handling this..." he snirked, wandering outside once again and plunging his blade into the ground...

Arubak, spedal up to the others on his wagon, his own phoenix magic at work as he lifted boulders from the ground and lobbed them at the muddy creatures sprouting before them, his two cohorts covering him with gunfire.

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Ash's body smacked the ground as the tentacles of another hound beast grabbed him and dragged him towards it. "Oh you stupid bloody bugger!" He shouted as it dragged him closer. It was dragging him quick, and he still hadn't reloaded his pistols. As fast as he could, Ash groped around his back, trying to grab at something. "Aha!" He exclaimed as he pulled his walking cane out. No one had, to this point at least, actually seen him use it, largely because it wasn't actually for walking.

"I'm going to flay you like a bloody fish!" Ash exclaimed, twisting the grip, unscrewing it actually, and pulling a sword from it. Jerking his body up into a sitting position, The Captain swiped at the tentacles, severing them from the beast, and instantly stalling his attempt to consume Ash. He stood up, shaking the remnants of the tentacles from his legs, and charged at the beast, jamming his sword straight through it's mouth. With the shaft of the cane still in hand, he gave a quick twist of the tip, allowing a small metal dagger to protrude.

He brought the cane shaft down onto the beast's head now, piercing whatever was inside. Not satisfied that he was done, Ash removed his weapons from the beast's body and went for round two, slamming the cane shaft's dagger into the beast's side, almost knocking it over, and giving The Captain a chance to bring the sword down on its neck. The head severed after several hard swipes, and Ash finally started to back away from the creature for a moment.

There was a moment of contemplation, and Ash approached the creature again, grabbing a tentacle and sawing through it with his sword. Now he began to walk backwards away from the creature, not certain it was dead, but not wanting to find out either. When he got back to Horik he quickly found a piece of wood beam sticking out of the roof (used as part of the support no doubt), tied the tentacle around it in a knot, and looked back to Horik with a less than chipper expression.

"Well, at least we have rope now." He declared matter-of-factly.

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Syra watched M'Kama in awe, she was impressed by the man's Phoenix power, something she didn't remember seeing when the two first met in that haphazard fight over the Sorilian ship. She felt useless fighting the magic without her own magic, but she drew the dagger that Ash had given her all the same and worked to make her mark on the beast, slashing at its ankles until it vanished in the fog created by the drowned, possessed townspeople.

She continued to support M'kama's efforts until Ash showed up ready to assist in taking out the beast. She also noticed the strange Worm had coated itself in a milky white fluid as it attacked without any hesitation, swallowing the people that made up the Earthhound

Shouldn't we be focusing on finding the source of this??" She questioned after inspecting the body of one of the fallen townspersons. It was obvious they were being used, and she wasn't sure to what end, certainly it was a lot more effort than necessary to eliminate a few outsiders.

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"Hey! That's pretty neat!" Horik said as she took out her own tiny knife to slice off a bit of the tentacle. "Sorry I couldn't really cut in. You two seemed like you were having a pretty good dance but uh, time to go, right?"

She stored away a second vial and slid down the tentacle. Pulling out a gun as soon as her hands could safely let go of the rope.

~*~

The worm immediatley came barreling back but found M'Kama seemed to have it taken care of. It roared but as it did, it turned its head downward in a certain direction. Then, without another sound, it burrowed into the ground.

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Ash smirked a little as Horik slid down the tentacle, before sheathing his sword once more and making his way over to the rope he had made them. "Funny you say that, I was thinking the same thing. The dance part I mean." Ash chuckled slightly before grabbing onto the tentacle and sliding down as well.

Once the two were on the ground, they quickly made their way towards where they had seen M'kama before, moving at a jog so that if anything tried to surprise them, they'd be mostly ready. Luckily they managed to make it without further incidents, finding Syra now with M'kama as well. Ash, ready to jump into the fight, had his thoughts cut short by Syra's comment. "Well in my defense we just got here!" He defended. Looking to the creature Syra inspected, and then around at the increasingly violent town around them, Ash found he had fewer answers from the time he had arrived here than he had had before.

"Speaking of all that, does anyone have an idea on what this source actually is? And where is everyone else?" Ash's attention was caught by the sounds of guns shots and earth being tossed at some of the monstrous townspeople. Arubak and his companions. "Alright, well then where's Otis?"

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The larger, alpha earthhound erupted from the earth, the fog in the street evaporating into the night air from the beast's presence. Fire poured out of its mouth and jetted from its back, giving it a hellish look. Quickly following behind it, the worm leaped from the hole the earthhound had left, its gaping maw open to swallow the earthhound whole.

The earthhound leaped to the side with incredible speed, snarling as without warning a concussive blast of air slammed the worm into the ground, the downdraft pinning it to the earth as Divon descended from the heavens.

"How interesting, how very interesting indeed," Divon said, his words amplified through the air. "You have lasted longer than any others. Such strength and determination. But I'm afraid your courage ends here. The Witch of the Wastes will not tolerate such rowdiness in her court."

Divon gestured and the worm was lifted up into the air, then another gesture and the worm was flung into the cyclone surrounding the town.

"Now let's see how you fare, without your pet worm gobbling up my soldiers," Divon sneered, his laughter mocking the survivors as the earthhound swelled up again, fire spraying from its back as it roared and leaped towards Ash and Horik.

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"I suppose the one speaking would be the guy to fight," M'Kama nodded at Divon. "As for a plan....well, I suggest you all move quickly to take him out. Aim to kill only him. A large amount of the townsfolk are under his control, I wager. But I'll take care of them..." M'Kama smirked as heat began to rise from beneath the sands where his blade was embedded. "As I said move quickly...Things are going to heat up rather quick..."

The temperature in the town began to increase rather quickly. They were a ways away from the bright now, but the heat was almost reminiscent of the scorching journey they took across those sweltering lands. This heat spread out across a wide berth in the town, the wave of heat affecting each and every townsperson.

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Palavan sat armless in the stone bed grown out of the floor, hand carved as everything in Cobran seemed to be. She struggled to conjure words as Tackel neared, White Hat at the balcony to overlook where in the city their assailant may have camouflaged. Eventually the words came. “She spoke a dialect of ulfirian. Her accent was harsh: far northern.”
"Why are y’er countrymen tryin’ ta’ kill you, Palavan?” White Hat asked from the balcony, half his mind on the ulfirian resident and half on the rooftops and walkways that he continued to peruse. Palavan hadn’t a reply. “I think it’s high time you came clean.”
"I know less than you think I do,” Palavan said.
And yet enough to die for.”
Palavan looked down at her crippled body, the crassly woven sheets that lay over her legs. “I did not know I would end up so far from home when I accepted this job. I was a good sailor. I am a good sailor. I’d served on many ships with Commander Grimsever himself. I was- no, we all were- given three-hundred guarners each to crew the Meritocrat on an important voyage.”
Given? By who?” White Hat asked.
Our captain,” she replied.
Is it customary for the Matranical navy to pay off their own soldiers?”
No, but it was an unusual voyage, we were not told where we were going, or where our next coordinates would take us,” Palavan said.
So you don’t know where you were flyin’ to?”
Only the captain did- at first. But by the end of our voyage enough of us had figured it out. The big secret. It was obvious, based on the headings he gave. We were transporting the weapon to Longbao.”
Longbao- neighbouring planet of the Rock, subservient nation-state to the Matran. Growing up on the Rock and having lived through the Sorillian invasion both White Hat & Tackel knew one certainty of Longbao and her people: they were not to be trusted.
A cast-iron torch stand had been knocked to the floor by the assassin, the fire doused but only now dying completely. Darkness came over the hospital room, the only light coming from the city beyond, and the crystals that radiated green brightness throughout it. “You didn’t make it to Longbao, though.”
I wasn’t the only one who found out. Many of us did,” Palavan explained. “Some believed we might be committing treason against our empress. Against God. Transporting weapons to an indignant people. There was a mutiny, I did not take part.”
And did the mutineers bring the ship down?” White Hat squinted at Palavan, green reflecting off his cheek bones.
I thought they did, but the crew was smart, they wasn’t… apuud,” Palavan said. “I can’t think of the word.”
Dumb as fuck?” White Hat offered.
They were smart enough not to bring their own ship down,” she said. “There was someone onboard who wanted the Meritocrat to crash, here, on your planet.” Silence. “And since I am the only survivor of the crash, they were willing to die to see it through.”

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"And now, it seems," Tackel said with gravity, "they are willing to kill you for it. Apparently they were not working alone."

Tackel considered for a moment, then turned to White Hat. "Do you know the farmer-warlord Lemon Cruise, friend? Lives northeast of here. A straight shooter that one. And one I think that could help us."

Tackel looked at Palavan. "Cruise has an antenna he built, a powerful one. If someone on this planet is communicating with someone off world, he'll be able to intercept the transmission. We might just be able to find out who is trying to kill you. And why."

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"ShiiiIIIt...!" Horik spat out as she pushed Ash out of the way.

Horik's body felt immense weight against it just for a few moments. For a few moments, it seemed like she was going to explode. The pressure, the impact, and then... And then it felt like she had shattered. Her body fell to the ground and the wall had a dent where she had collided with it. Horik's vision swam and then, went dark.

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The nighthound's many hands quickly sucked Horik into its mouth, swallowing her whole. Growling, it turned to Ash and leaped forward again.

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“Heard the name in passing,” White Hat replied.

“The warlord has an interstellar radio?” Palavan interrupted.

Ray-di-o.” White Hat phoneticized as if he’d never heard of a radio before. Admittedly, most on the Rock had not- antennas, radios and ships one of the many artifacts of modernity the Sorillians had left behind. White Hat’s hands hung off his belt buckle as he rose. “Do not fear miss. We’ll find this satellite, and send our voices up to the sky.” He winked. “Find out what’s really going on.”

Palavan’s face was cloaked in darkness. “And why do you think anyone out there would talk to you?”

“Because we’re the good guys,” White Hat replied. His gaze averted hers, instead going out the balcony, as if seeking affirmation from some unseen being in the cavern wall. “People listen to the good guys.” White Hat looked back at Palavan and Tackel, giving a crooked half-smile. “This is what I do. Savin’ folk,” He murmured. His hand went to the brim of his hat and he tucked it down.

“If you do get anyone to listen to you, tell them I am here,” Palavan said. “And I want to go home.”

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"Indeed," Tackel said, crossing the room and placing a hand on Palavan's shoulder. "I intend to see you safely home. I will alert the guards as to what has happened here, and ask for better protection while White Hat & I travel to Cruise's home."

Tackel turned and nodded to White Hat. "We have no time to waste. Cruise lives many miles from here."

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Torch-light began to pour into the hospital wing, the Cobran guards having arrived to the crime scene. “Right, so it's settled,” White Hat nodded with each word. “We ride.”

The long tunnel exit of Cobran was polluted with guards and outposts, but beyond the glimmers of eternal daylight could be seen. A welcome sight after a week of cavernous dark. At the near the edge of the tunnel by the stables White Hat was given the reigns to his burly brown back once again. “Yeah, yeah?” White Hat laughed as he pulled the creature closer. He leaned in, nuzzling his head against the ant’s. “That’s my girlllll.”

Soon the two men galloped on ant-back down the ribs of the entrance tunnel, toward the hidden-door they’d come in through. A few refugees marched opposite, down toward Cobran, looking up as they rode past. "They wonderin' why we leavin'," White Hat said with a laugh. "If I'm to be honest Cobran is not my type of town. A few too many faces from a few too many places all over."

The guards watched the two from the tunnel cavities in silence. They continued to ride, up the tunnel, toward the blinding sunlight of the Bright beyond…

The ant’s crawled upright onto the white rocks of the Bright. Cool air from the cavern was replaced by heat, at such intensity it demanded to be felt. White Hat could hear the skin on his neck boiling. He held steady to his ant as it strutted on the white landscape. “Now I must warn you, mister Tackel, I am one hell’a’va rider.”

He grinned from under the brim of his hat. “So if we ridin’, we ridin’ rough.” With a whip of his reigns White Hat’s brown ant did a sharp turn in the stone and began to take off at astonishing speed. As they rode off the entranceway to Cobran closed behind them.

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