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M'Kama

Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.

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a character in “Lords of Rock”, as played by PirateofPie

Description

"The Secrets of the World are buried right before us. All we have to do is dig..."

ImageName: M'Kama
Sex: Male
Age: 36

Physical Description: A world weary looking man who appears far older than he actually is. He is tall with an average shape but muscular build and often sports a thoughtful or disaffected look in his eyes, unless he's particularly engaged in something.
Clothing: Sports a black hooded duster jacket, a white shirt and dark blue pants. He also sports a necklace made form the bones of various animals around his neck. Often sports a pair of shades to block out the sun on hotter days. Often sports skull face paint as is customary in his tribe.
Height: 6'3
Weight: 215
Skin Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Black
Sex Appeal: $200

Self-Perception: He will one day find the truth of the world, it's secrets lie undiscovered and ripe for the picking but he is one of the few who notices. One of the few who sees this truth and he will be the one who uncovers it. What others think, doesn't matter. What they perceive doesn't mater. All lies are revealed in time as are all truths.

Home Town: The Necropolis
Occupation: Vendor/Shaman
Culture: Yyb
History/Bio: A mysterious man who speaks in riddles half the time, whether the situation calls for it or not. He has seen great upheaval on the Rock, yet has expressed no desire to leave aside from wanting to see the great cataclysm that forever shifted the course of the Galactic powers to the west. Unlike a few other cultures that populate the Rock, the Yybal elected to stay out of the affairs the Galactic Empires brought with them. For trade or conversation they may have opened their doors, but for many years the offworlders have only brought conflict... and often left with it as well.

From a young age M'Kama was taught the ways of the Yybal. The ways of the defenders and the ways of the shamans. All must partake in these teachings when they are young, but it is their choice if they want to continue to pursue it as they grew older. M'Kama was unsure until one day... he saw as he was half asleep, a stag drink from the river. A beast not found at all on the Rock and the like of which he never saw again after that day. It led him wandering far into the desert, towards a small divot in the sands near the old pyramids. He dove in and found a panel along the wall, pressing it made a panel open, revealing a series of hieroglyphics, faded and barely discernible. What he did discern frightened him and he fell asleep. He woke up much later in his parents home. The panels' images forever burned in his mind. And what once was a passing thought became an undeniable truth; No one knew the tale of the World. No one knew what would bring about the next cycle.

The World was not just the Rock, the world was everything. Space and the other planets that filled it. But only the Rock held the keys, so on the Rock he remained. First came the studying, the learning of what the Yybal stood for. What death stood for. Then came the training. Defenders must hone their mind and body to protect the tribe. Then came the lechery... that was just for recreation. And lastly, came the journey. To explore what secrets were hidden on the Rock. And hidden well, they were.

Events years ago brought visitors, both dangerous and curious. Dangerous to many people of the Rock. Curious about what it had to offer. To those only skimming the surface, they did not find much to like, but to those who dared dig deeper. M'Kama observed these invaders. Their devices, their methods of excavation. He observed them and was able to learn more. Sometimes, the invaders could bring knowledge instead of destroying it, he thought. He decided, divined that along the river, the next secret would be uncovered. And so there he moved. He'd scavenge and sell wares, make food and fight for hire. All to further the path.

Equipment and Weapons: Nu-Ender. A sword forged in the Necropolis passed down by his parents to him. It's pommel is shaped like a hammer and can also be used as such. He often carries a deck of cards, each one depicting a cycle of the world in terms of Yybal along with various other shamanic equipment.
Styles, Powers, and Abilities: Taught the combat of the defenders of the Yybal tribe. As such he is skilled with the blade and the hammer in combat, his weapon being a combination of both. Picked up some other techniques from the occasional visitor. Trained in Yybal Shamanism and divining what the future may hold, the cycles of the world and everything that surrounds him.

So begins...

M'Kama's Story

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Syra listened as Arubak and Ash discussed the Witch of the Waste and his stolen ring. Outside the world changed, mountains gave way to a canyon and small dirt roads as they approached a town she'd never seen or heard of. She felt a small smile creep across her face as the realization of no longer being anywhere near The Remnants slowly set in. She stretched her arms and stifled a yawn, relaxing only slightly but for the first time in years. "This is what safe feels like?" she pondered as the carriage stopped.

They filed out into the streets of Mariglen, she hoped someone would know the way when a stranger approached M'kama asking for donations. She felt her cheeks flush a little, barely in town for a second and they were being pestered for money. Her gaze rested on the extravagant carriage and she rolled her eyes, of course, someone would ask them for money, Arubak wasn't exactly hiding his wealth.


"Spare some change for the Most Horrible Father!?" The man pleaded. She watched to see what the group would do next, as she was in no position to personally help the man, father or not.

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"A lot of strange things are afoot, wouldn't you agree?" The man's voice startled the woman as she watched the strange worm emit globs of mucus from its skin. The young Thrall sat motionless in its embrace, held tight by the strange creature and sedated by the tea.

The woman smiled coldly and turned to face the young man, keeping her prey behind her. "You think the events of today are strange? Yet, it is you who is the stranger here. Now, if you'll forgive me, I have tea that needs brewing." She turned to revisit the strange creature. Puddles of mucus surrounded the bottom of the chair and the table. "Why do you have such an interest in this girl?" She chuckled at the irony and shook her head, reaching for a cone of incense. She lit the cone and waved the smoke in Syra's face, "She won't wake up for a long time," She drew the needle from her pocket again and coated it with the mucus before trying to set it ablaze. When nothing happened she sneered and shook her head. The sun was beginning to set and she smiled, "Just wait until nightfall, the girl will be mine and you, creature, will be in the belly of the townspeople!"

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Syra slummed in the chair as the worm uncoiled itself from her. The old woman gagged on her knees, steam coming from her scalding throat as she struggled to breathe. She gave the worm one last look before falling onto her face, still boiling water pouring from her parted lips, quickly absorbed into the sand.


"Huh..." Syra stirred, her senses beginning to return. "Wha-what happened?" She asked, her hand resting on her forehead. She shook her head in a vain attempt to clear away the fog when her eyes rested on the worm and M'Kama. "What...what is that?" She asked, then she saw the stall owner laying on the ground, dead. "What the hell happened? I drank a sip of tea and...oh..." the pieces began falling into place. "You, you two saved me, from her?" she gestured to the dead woman.

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Syra glared at M'Kama for his comment, but before she could retort, the old man came up from behind. He vomited water and seemed to be in some sort of trance. Syra looked over where the woman lay dead and also noticed that there was no incense in the air. "Phoenix magic?" She started unable to come up with another explanation for the man's seemingly drowned form. "A drowned man...I've never heard of any sort of Phoenix that could wield water like that though...you?" She asked M'Kama, who was just as surprised as she was.

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Ash turned just in time to watch the scantily clad woman drop her weapon, Arubak having used some kind of magic to project a pebble through her hand. He looked back to Arubak, about to thank him, but then the suggestion of kidnapping came up, causing the Captain to grimace in displeasure. That was certainly not something he found himself being okay with. That was besides the point though, before either of them could do anything else, the towns people began to shift into horrid monstrosities, creatures that seemed to be coated in mud, or water, or some such substance.

He looked back to the scantily clad woman, who was also now morphing into one of these deranged beings. "This bloody day..." Was all he could mutter. Ash turned to get Arubak's thoughts on the situation, but the man was already running, and the path he had taken was now being filled in by these creatures, cutting Ash off.

There was a sigh as the Captain hung his head for a moment, giving it a shake. "Why must I continue to be interrupted by such ridiculous tomfoolery! Fine! I tried to be nice, courteous, and polite. But ladies of the night becoming creatures of the night is where I draw the bloody line!" He looked back up to see the saloon patrons all morphed, the people in the streets quickly surrounding the saloon, even the barkeep was one of them now.

"You know what, I think I could go for a bottle now." In an instant the Captain had both his pistol, and the glittering revolver Percy had gifted him, in hand. He turned towards the inside of the saloon and began to open fire, sending two rounds into the scantily clad monster's head, before turning to the others. Ash kicked one of the tables over and used it as a slight barrier as he took more shots at the monsters near the left and right sides of the bar. Several monsters fell, but he ran dry in a moment. He quickly began reloading as the monsters started to charge.

Loaded. Ash hopped over the table and started firing to the sides again as he charged towards the bar counter. A few more of the nasty things fell and Ash was face to face with the barkeep again, his face looking decayed and rotted, disgusting brown goo oozing down his face. Both guns went to the barkeeps head and released one round each into his head. He dropped to the floor and Ash climbed over the counter and behind the bar.

The Captain grabbed a bottle of whiskey and quickly slid it into his rucksack before taking a few more in hand. Ash began tossing them at the floor, the walls, the monsters, anything he could. Every bottle from the wall was getting shattered against something, coating the room in liquor. The creatures continued to approach however, so Ash quickly began smashing a piece of the shelf off, pulling a board from it that he swung at his assailants.

Once Ash felt confident in his work, he swung the board at a few more monsters, spraying their disgusting drippings to different parts of the room, before jumping back over the counter and making a dash for the stairs. He dropped the board and rummaged through his pockets quickly. "Since you've given me such a warm welcome, I feel it's only fair to give you all an equally warm goodbye! TTFN, ta ta for now!" He produced a match from his pocket, lit it, and tossed it to the floor. The room began to quickly light up in flames, and Ash continued up the stairs.

More scantily clad women awaited in the upper level, lumbering out of bedrooms and other areas, their bodies also taking on new, horrifying shapes. "Oh you bloody things... You know this is going against some very fundamental principles for me? I do not approve of harming a woman under any circumstances, even if she's wearing leather and holding a whip!" He looked around the room for other options, spying a window down a hallway. He eyed it up before giving a slight nod to himself.

"Well ladies, seems this will have to wait till another time." He grinned with a nod as he dashed towards the window, throwing himself through it. There was a crash, and the sound of glass and wood splinters flying through the air and landing on ground and buildings around it. Ash flew through the air for a moment before his body thudded and rolled across the roof of a smaller building that was beside the saloon. Quickly picking himself up, the Captain continued to dash, jumping from roof top to roof top to find the rest of his comrades.

A few minutes later, and a great deal of physical exertion on Ash's part, and he was standing on yet another roof, heaving as he tried to catch his breath and allow his legs to rest from all the jumping. Walking over to the side of the building, getting ready to do yet another jump, Ash discovered Horik was standing in an alley below, with more of the disgusting creatures piling up at the entrance.

"Excuse me young lady, are you in need of assistance?" Ash called below as he laid down on the roof, hanging his hand down within reach so that he could pull Horik up.

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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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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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Syra fought to keep her footing as the muck and various hands tried to drag her into the Earthhound. She resisted the urge to stab wildly into the "Creature" these people were innocent, used to further this man's agenda. She felt her blood begin to boil, she knew what it was like to be used, looked at as just a thing. These people meant nothing to Divon, and she couldn't stand to see these people used in such a way, and for what? She had to know.

As she tried to make her move, the strange Worm shot its mucus at Divon, to which the Earthhound retaliated and pounced, sending Syra into the air, and crashing onto the hard earth below. "fuck..." She gasped, pulling herself to her feet. The sound of gunshots rang out, Ash had bought the worm some time, and subsequently, her some time to catch her breath.

"What now?" she stammered, the pain slowly creeping up her back. She held her dagger tight as she walked toward the two men that she now trusted more than anyone she'd trusted in a while. "What's your plan?" She asked M'Kama.

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