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 [89] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [20] 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.
Mathis Gladys45 [6] New
Neko stacy [6] I am sweet and loving, i protect and comfort
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lauraine [4] Today most of the people from all over the world are using the internet from different devices like PC, Laptop or smartphone etc.The internet has given birth to many online crimes, known as cyber-crimes, created by expert hackers. As each and every detail
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"Wait--what...what are you doing?!" Seru called out to Horik, confused and injured.

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Qunith turned to Blacksun, taking a step and nearly collapsing forward onto the man, letting out wild laugh as they did. "Can we... can we go outside?" Qunith said, their face burrowed into him. They glanced up. "I want to see the stars."

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Blacksun took Qunith's hand and smiled, "Of course, anywhere you'd like to go!" He smiled to Talideth, "This is how we celebrate, this, the end of the world, I shall spend it with you two wonderfully Devine beings."


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Syra caught Ash's flask and began to unscrew the cap, her hands shaking as the sounds of war echoed around her. She tossed the cap aside and poured the liquor into Otis's wound. His body tensed for a moment as the raw nerves burned under the alcohol's influence. "C'mon Guardian! I've seen what you're capable of, this won't kill you!"

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Price was startled by the sound of another voice speaking to him. He turned and looked down to find a very short, and truthfully not very pretty, female dward. Steppenwolf maintained his composure, but inside he was very unsettled, but not by her looks, but the fact she had overheard the conversation. And too, Price wasn't really sure what she was. He gave a little look over to Theresa for a moment, who was also a little nervous looking.

"She's a Dward Mr. Price, they're a group of people here on The Rock known for their short stature and umm... Well yes, that. From what I overheard some folks talking about, they're not very well liked. At all."

Looking back to the Dward, Price was silent for a moment as he took a moment to contemplate the situation, before finally responding with a friendly smile. "Well, Dward or not, I'd say you're in good company here. A collection of rogues and rebels, broken things and menders." He gave a slight nod as he looked around the area, making sure they were out of ear shot of anyone they wouldn't want listening. "I think you just may be an excellent candidate for this job. Tell me, what's your name?"

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The moon was high in the sky, the stars peeking out from desert clouds. The town was in a frenzy, thugs running to-and-fro, whispers in the air from chaos beyond the walls, the sound of gunfire in the distance. Qunith was too far gone to realize any of it. Just walking was a struggle, they could not feel their feet as they hit the ground- they felt... somehow out of their body, as if viewing the world through a telescope as they walked- the world they moved through a distance away.

Qunith held onto Blacksun's left hand tightly, and Talideth on his right as they walked through the city streets, which seemed to sway and rock beneath them as if they were on a mighty ship going down. Qunith's eyes were huge, but they were not there. As they entered a torch-lit side street they would look at the passing gamblers of the Holy Land, all seemingly retreating from the wall, but none looked back at them. Save for one young man- gaunt, high cheekbones, dark blue eyes, tanned skin and ruffled black hairs.

"Pardon me," Qunith managed to speak clearly as they passed the man, but he did not move aside- instead he moved before them, and pulled from his side a shovel. With a heave he swung it toward the three. Qunith saw it coming- they felt the need to react, but they weren't there. It was as if their brain could only signal their body once it was too late. The iron shovel smashed across the three of their heads in sequence, and upon impact Qunith's world went black.

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"Aw shit'," The young man said at the three downed bodies on the street before him.

"Ain't nothin' to see here, folks!" Gutner called to the fleeing locals, emerging from the shadows chewing vigorously on tobacco.

"I'm sorry boss, he was right between 'em," The man stammered.

"It's alright, boy. A hostage never hurt no one," Gutner grinned. "Mister Weer, help Mister Argo here get them on the wagon."

"Yesh' boss," A bald, square headed man nodded, grabbing the three corpses by the head. The boy collected them by the feet carefully and began to move them into the back of a nearby wagon. Gutner grinned as he looked up at the stars. "Told you I'd get my thralls," He whispered to no one in particular before leaping onto the wagon himself as it began to cart away...

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"Hey woah, that guy's evil!" No one important exclaimed as the wagon left.

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Horik was too far to hear Seru and the worm could sense her approaching. It roared and charged towards her. From its back, Clorik emerged and took hold of Horik's hand.

"The cannon!" She yelled urgently to the worm. "Get it out of here!"

The worm bellowed and rushed towards the target. Any who interfered got covered in green fluid and screamed as they melted.

"Man this worm is OP!" A soldier yelled as he melted a bit.

Worm wrapped itself around the cannon and bellowed, Horik suddenly unsure of where to take it to. Her ride bellowed questioningly and Horik screamed, "Anywhere!"

So the worm began to burrow into the sand.

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The worm began to drag King Horocrat's Sceptre behind it, the barrel of the cannon sticking out of the sea of sand like a shark's fin. A soldier ran up, lit dynamite in hand, and threw it down into the sand after the worm...

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Ash dove to the side as the worm began to charge through the battlefield, leaving some green slime that seemed to melt the sand down into some kind of acidic mud. Once it reached the canon, it started to bore it's way into the sands, dragging the canon with it, yet somehow not causing any damage to it? It got the Captain to begin wondering what exactly the canon might be made of...

The battle had changed immensely. Zambob's men were on the run, the knights were battered and brutalized, and the only one's who seemed to be remotely prepared for actually fighting were Arubak and his men. Them, and the still raging Lords of Rock. Ash smirked a little realizing that, despite the mess this whole thing had become, they had still managed to turn this around. Thought clearly not on their own... Before getting more distracted though, he turned back to his comrades.

"Lords of Rock, time to move!" He beckoned. Sheathing his cane sword once more, Ash charged back to Syra, quickly helping her wrap up Otis's wound before picking him up and placing him on antback. "Syra, time to be a hero. Get you and Otis over to that giant bloody worm hole and follow!" Ash spoke commanding, but his face showed a hint of sympathy, and a little fear perhaps. Once he knew Otis was secure, he helped Syra up as well, and trusted her to take care of herself. And Otis. Last thing he did was handed her his revolver from his left hand. "Today this is for defense, not offense. Keep yourself safe."

He looked over to Seru and gave her a nod. "You too cowgirl, time to move." Ash began to march back towards the battlefield, holstering his gilded revolver as he picked up a repeater rifle from the ground, and the bandolier that belonged to its now deceased owner. Once he had that donned, he quickly made his way towards one of the horses that was now without a knight to ride it. The creature was pacing anxiously, not sure where to run to, but as Ash grabbed the reigns, it seemed to calm a little, soon understanding his intentions.

Getting onto that saddle was an intensely strange feeling for the Captain, a rush of nostalgia, a slight thrill, and many other emotions rushed over him. It had been a long time since he last rode a horse, but the memories were all coming back. With a smirk, he gently prodded the creature with his feet, and the two began to take off at a light gallop. The Captain had swung the horse around towards where his ant had been, still alive surprisingly, and managed to grab its reigns as well. At this point, e wasn't about to waste any assets.

It was at this time that Ash realized something was off. Someone was... Missing. "M'Kama..." He muttered through now gritted teeth. There had been no sign of him on the battlefield the entire time, so it became quickly clear that he was not there. Which meant he was back in the city, either because he was working with Arubak, sleeping with Cherul, or getting the bullets for himself. Biting his lip, he gave his head a shake to focus back on the plan.

Time to leave.

Ash prodded the horse once more and they dashed like a bullet towards where the worm had gone. Still holding the rifle, Ash took a few shots at targets out on the sands, some Arubak's men, others were Zambob's. That's when he saw the soldier tossing the dynamite into the worm hole. "NO!" He brought the horse to a faster gallop as they charged towards the hole, hoping to prevent it from exploding.

Ash took a brief potshot at the soldier that threw it, but the bullet only hit him in the shoulder. Still, the soldier cried out in pain as he was knocked backwards into the stream of acidic mud the worm left behind, and soon a stream of screams, pleading, and gurgling sounds could be heard as his body dissolved while he drown in the thick, goopy substance of sand, acidic worm goo, and his own flesh.

Now for the dynamite. Would Ash make it in time? Would the worm survive? Would Horik and Clorik make it out alive? Viewers would have to tune in to the next post to find out!

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Syra nodded as she threw Otis over her shoulder. She struggled to move at first but managed to make her way toward the Wormhole gun raised at any who would try to stop her.


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Blacksun was enjoying his time, when suddenly the world went dark, the last thing he saw, an iron spade-shaped tool as it smashed into his face, his nose shattering beneath it.