Posted 24 December 2012 - 03:46 PM
We had exited the bar and now walked through the street. Kelly stopped at her car "Come on get in" Kelly got in. It was a civilian model of a vehicle I knew, it was a red Hog, I've driven the military variety multiple times. I got in strapped in and we drove off. We got in a part of the city where it was a little busier, also more traffic on the road, Capri's, MLX's, some Genets two of them were law enforcement and a single Olifant of the city's waste management. "So how have you been the last few years?" I asked Kelly "Well, I've been doing great considering the circumstances, though the last few months were a bit dicey" I smiled I knew what she meant "Yeah for me the past 10 years or so have been like that getting shipped from one place to another while in 'the freezer' the fighting and then every single time get away just in time..." Kelly kept her attention on the traffic and said "I never understood why you joined the marines" I smile and reply "I don't think if I can ever make you understand that, so where are we headed?" "That's for me to know and for you to find out, the only hint I can give you is that before you joined the marines we used to go there a lot" I thought for a bit, it had been over 10 years, could that place still be there? We drove through the city, just catching up on what had happened in the mean time. We were pretty close to our destanation now, it was a park, 10 years back Kelly and I used to be here all the time, just doing nothing, but laying in the grass and enjoy ourselves.... We got out of the car as Kelly had parked it. I looked around a lot had changed... mostly due to the final stages of the war. Where once stood tall trees and green bushes now only blackened ground remained "I don't want to be here" I said, Kelly looked at me she hadn't expected it to be this bad "Very well then let's go then..." and again we drove off
Posted 24 December 2012 - 09:25 PM
"If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away." -Henry David Thoreau
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Posted 25 December 2012 - 02:01 PM
Brushing her pants off, she slowly made her way towards her base of operations, but stumbled when the dizziness that came with portal jumping took effect. Her world flipped upside down and she bent over, waiting for the feeling to pass. It didn't. Instead, she cautiously continued on her way. Finally arriving, she spoke three words aloud in Jecian - "Shinglra Hdïl Êxten". Double doors appeared out of thin air, and she walked in only to be blasted by a jet of air.
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Posted 25 December 2012 - 11:23 PM
It was over. It was all over. Xan and a lot of the others were headed to a plce called Remiville. Throda was headd home, and who knew about the others. He hadn't been very close to any of these people. He was just he for................................ Why was he here? He was just sucked along on this adventure. No profit, no equitment, just saving this world. His ship however was destroyed way back at Nighthawk's base. Luckily, his computer system was still intact. He could pull in a favor or two to get him out of this planet. Credits didn't grow on trees and the supply drops Bane had purchased while here weren't cheep/. Maybe after his account had been refilled he might return. But who knew? For now it was time to leave.
Posted 27 December 2012 - 03:24 AM
Posted 27 December 2012 - 05:46 PM
♠ Introduction To Aphlix ♠
"ℱaylen! Faylen!" The young warrior screamed in vain. It was as if his voice faded away before it reached the young maiden. The battle field was barren, littered with bodies of those who gave their lives in the name of "peace". An explosion casted a blur over his vision, when it cleared he then saw it.......A dark figure stood right behind the girl, a shinnying silver dagger gripped in his hand. His glowing crimson eyes resembled that of blood, his mere appearance defined evil in it's greatest form. The warrior tried to move but his legs refused. his entire body was submerged in a kind of invisible force. He struggled against it trying to free himself but to no avail . "Faylen! Behind You!" he shouted again trying not to lose hope .With one final explosion the figure finally swung his dagger, with a burst of blood, a single scream of pain pierced through the air.....
Breathing heavily he finally awoke from his nightmare, drenched in sweat. He threw his face into his hands and sat up on his bed. A grim and ghostly voice echoed, he wasn't sure if it was real or in his head.
"How long will you deny the truth? You're not haunted by the war, the deaths , the blood, oh no, no. You Miss It! "
"Welcome Back Then, Aphlix..."
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Posted 27 December 2012 - 09:51 PM
3 weeks after the events of Forum Wars
Professor James Hardman was sat in his office. It was night and the only light source was his dim redstone lamp. He was staring at a piece of gold plating. He picked it up and studied it with a magnifying glass, turning it over, inspecting every scratch and dent. There was a knock at his door.
"Come in," he called, putting down the gold on his desk. His secretary walked in, carrying a small metal casket. "This was delivered recently, it's adressed to you," she told him, placing the box on the floor next to him. "Thank you," he replied shortly. As soon as she left, James opened the casket. Inside, he found what appeared to be a hastily written note. He read it:
To Professor J.Hardman,
College of Advanced Technology,
University of Minecraftia
I cannot quite describe where I am right now, but I imagine that I have gone missing for several months now. Do not worry, I am alive, but that may not be the case for much longer. I have found myself in a place that is quite unknown to me, fighting along side a team of strangers for what I assume is a good cause. It came to my attention during this quest that that research notes attached to this letter contain important research that I have collected over the past few years. Read them, and you will know what I mean when I say that they are incredibly important. There is a very high chance that you will never see me again, and if I do not return then forward this letter and a copy of my will to my son, who can be found at the following address:
2 Old Lane,
Interesting. James re-read the letter. He had not heard from Adam in a very long time. He sincerely hoped he hadn't died after posting the letter. He then looked at the bundle of papers attatched. The first few were meaningless observations that would be archived. On the fourth page, he stopped. His eyes narrowed. "Nano-technology... Carbon plating..." he muttered. This was to do with Project 42. That was top secret. It appeared as if Adam had come up with a breakthrough on his travels, in particular, whilst he was in the Tekkit Lands. That information could finally allow the project to continue - and it was about time, because the other party was getting impatient. Firstly, he needed to know if Adam was still alive. Presumably, if he had survived, he would have returned home, to Adamsville. Flights to the region were very rare these days, so if someone had travelled there, it would be very obvious. He knew how he could find out. He reached for his telephone and dialed a number.
"This is the Nateandsie Airspace Authority customer service. How may I help you?" said a female voice.
"I would like the passenger details of the last flight into Adamsville" James requested.
After a brief pause, came a reply. "Flight 1337 had one passenger departing at Adamsville International: Adam Belcher."
So Adam was alive. James assumed that Adam would travel to the University after he saw the state Adamsville was in. He would probably arrive any day now. There was just one last thing. He stood up, walked over to the bookshelf at the back of the office and pulled a hidden lever. A secret panel opened, giving James access to a passageway. It led down into a room containing computers, maps and filing cabinets. On a table in the middle of the room was a big red telephone. James dialled a number.
"Please state your ID number," said a cold, emotionless voice.
"56217-9001-271" James replied. He had memorised the code years ago.
"What do you need to discuss?"
"Sir, we have recieved information relating to Project 42. A package was delivered from one of our top researchers, which offers solutions to many of our problems. I expect that he will arrive at the University soon. I recommend that we begin Phase III."
"Acknowledged Hardman. I will send out some agents to invite a contact for testing. Good evening." With that, the person hung up...
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Posted 28 December 2012 - 02:54 AM
Speech, Post Mortem and Final Words:
As I stare into the fireplace of my new house, I look back on my exhausting, saddening and painful journey. My first remark: I survived. My second remark: How? That question presents itself with hundreds of answers. Was it my determination? Did my own power dwarf that of Nighthawk's? ... or was it those who served alongside me? The brave men, women and aliens who followed me into the Nether and back. Why though? A few lies from a broken Demi God, and they were willing to give their lives on this suicidal quest.
I thought back to the first Battle of Cloud Tower, how we had joined together to defend the village from an army of mercenaries and demons. And like that, a bond had been formed between us all. No ordinary bond however. It was something... more. A unbreakable binding between friends, bringing us all together to face an unspeakable evil. Looking back, I wonder if it was the right decision. To bring these heroes into the jaws of darkness, something none of them were prepared for. My first response is no, bringing my mind to "The Fallen". But my heart says something else...
We lost many champions, that is for certain. And no one is at fault but myself. But if Nighthawk had been allowed to linger within the mortal realm, the Minecraftians would have perished within the month. It is thanks to our slain brothers and sisters, that Minecraftia can prosper once more. They will be remembered in songs and in tales of old. A thousand years from now, I would like to think that the memory of those who died will live on forever. It is little more than a fraction of what they deserve.
I remember our first death. Jarody. I never cared much for the Jedi, and his own stupidity got himself killed. But he only wanted to defend his town from forces that would seek to destroy it. That tells me he had at least some courage. I knew nothing about that light-saber wielder. Pushing the subject away, I found myself unwilling to dwell on it. His death brings me to another question however. Could we have prevented it? I ask myself this question about almost everyone we have lost, but the answer continues to elude me.
Then, there was the base. Out of my blinding rage, I'd led my men out of the frying pan and into the fire. An all out assault on one of Nighthawk's strongholds. I knew what we were dealing with of course, I knew exactly who that base belonged to. But I never said anything, and I sent a lot of good men to their deaths... or worse. Sergeant DCA and Rukh were sent to Subspace, along with a few of Vladek's men. The Sergeant was the only one to survive. I dread to think what they all went through. I never asked DCA, and I never will. No doubt he has no wish of reliving those memories.
If I had told my men what they were up against, could we have prevented all of this? Had they known the fallen Demi God Nighthawk's army awaited them within the fortress, would Rukh still be here? Would we have stopped the Sub-Universal bomb? And what of Vladek's men? Had he called them off, would we have survived? If it weren't for them, no doubt Nighthawk's troops would have overwhelmed us. Then again, I've been wrong before. I shouldn't reflect on the choices made, and how events MIGHT have played out. But I can't help myself.
Thinking on it, there's a reason why I'm glad we never stopped Nighthawk at that base. I know it's cruel and selfish to think such a thing, but had we defeated Nighthawk then I might never have met Sport. Or any of the others for that matter. This brings me to another death. Pyro. Again, someone I knew almost nothing about. But I sensed nothing but kindness inside the brave magician's heart. My pain eases, knowing he did not suffer like some. Wherever he is now, may he rest in peace.
Rewinding a bit, I recall how Nighthawk's army chased us to the village. And how we encountered Forlon. As much as I despise him, he was never actually evil. His methods were just unorthodox. He hated me for what I did all those years ago, saving that guard and bringing the Demi Gods into the spotlight. The necromancer was willing to use any means to bring me and Nighthawk down, shown by how he crippled Alpha with the Black Talon and how he killed those innocent villagers. At the end of the day, that was my fault. It always is.
When we reached Delta base, I never expected to encounter Legion. It had only been a week since I'd lost him, thought it felt like years. He was, and still is, the best friend I've ever had. He might not feel the same way, but I hope he sees me more than his master. After all we've been through, we've forged our own bond. Not like the one the group shares, but something more personal. I'm overjoyed he survived our journey, despite everything he's been through. After battling Nighthawk and Ckal, I was worried he wouldn't make it.
In a way, the days we spent at Delta base were some of the easiest and most difficult yet. We removed the Black Talon from Alpha's mind, Legion, TAU and Magreath joined the team and of course, spending time with Sport wasn't such a bad thing. But then Cratius nearly died saving the group, we discovered the existence of Project OMEGA and Forlon made his reappearance. Danger was making itself apparent, and we couldn't sit by ideally as Nighthawk set in-motion the final stages of his plan. And thus, we launched our assault on Project OMEGA...
...but of course, nothing went to plan. Nighthawk was caught unawares, but he still bested us. He killed Zayim, and stopped us from escaping after we activated the Sub-Universal bomb, a weapon that would transport us into the mysterious world of Subspace. I'd failed my team. I was broken once more, not a single ounce of hope left in my weary body... but like a phoenix, I rose from the ashes. Had it not been for my companions, I would have given up there and then. They showed me that we could still defeat Nighthawk. That we could still save Minecraftia! And we did, but at an enormous cost.
How many did we lose? Nitro, Kabarakh, Ckal, Rukh, Funy, Fangor, WSX, Magreath. And there are those who are still missing. Despite my efforts, I have been unable to track any of them. Cratius remains lost, no doubt trapped in Subspace. And Sir Wozzles has continued to evade me. I won't give up though. If I must return to Subspace to rescue my turtle friend, I will. If I must venture into the spirit world and rescue Fangor, I shall. These are my friends. The only ones I have. And I will do everything in my power to assure their well-being.
And then of course, there is Alpha. He betrayed the group. He stabbed Cal and almost killed Sport and I. He will answer for his crimes. Finding him however, is a different matter. I'll start by looking for that assassin who was chasing Alpha. I never caught his name, but I'm certain I can find him. If not, I'll use my own methods to bring Alpha to justice. I won't sleep easy until that man is tried and judged by Paul Soares Jr. I dread to think what awaits him, but it is a necessary punishment. But until then, he'd best run. The wrath of a Demi God is something to fear...
There is one more task I must accomplish however. One final question I must ask. It concerns but one person. Someone who means more to me than life itself. Someone I love more than anything that has been loved. One thing I've always loved about Remmiville is that they craft the finest of jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, you name it and they make it. I searched my pocket, just to be sure the ring box was still there. It was, of course. I smiled to myself, despite feeling more nervous than I had ever done in my whole life. Facing Nighthawk was nothing compared to asking a certain someone a simple, four word question...
No significant decisions were made.
Alpha risked his life to disable the Sub-Universal bomb, saving the group from an untimely demise.
Acquisition of a inactive Sub-Universal bomb.
Assault launched on Nighthawk's base.
Vladek does not call off allied air-support, resulting in a high death toll.
Rukh sacrifices himself to disable enemy artillery, saving the Xananauts and some of Vladek's fighters.
DCA sacrifices himself to allow the Xananauts and some of Vladek's men to escape.
Alpha is badly wounded by Forlon.
Nighthawk's forces attack the group, Cratius is lost.
Locklear and Darkblade considered M.I.A.
Village attacked by Nighthawk's men, high civilian casualties.
Delta Base secured.
Black Talon is removed from Alpha, weakening Forlon's magic.
Legion and TAU subdued, both robots join the group.
Unknown enemy sabotages the reactor with an explosive device. Cratius extracts the bomb and survives.
Discovery of Project OMEGA.
Soldier Alan and Earth-Bender 61 are both killed.
Assault launched on Project OMEGA.
Zayim is killed by Nighthawk.
Sub-Universal bombs activated, transporting the group to Subspace.
Nighthawk is critically wounded by Sport.
Sangheili and Noghri forces agree to aid the Xananauts.
Brainwashed Jarody killed by Magreath.
Experiment encountered, forced back by Josh and Bane.
Darkblade and Locklear are both killed.
Xananauts successfully disable the station's defenses. Heavy casualties to the Sangheili and Noghri fleets. Nitro is killed.
Experiment returns, badly wounds the team before it's demise.
Helgor killed by Fangor.
TAU-51 defeated, with help from Forlon.
D'rkai defeated. Sport corrupted by Dark Fire.
Shapeshifter Rukh is defeated, Kabarakh is killed. The real Rukh is revealed to be alive.
Nighthawk confronted. DCA is revealed to be alive.
Ckal killed by Nighthawk, after severely wounding the Demi God.
Rukh killed by soldiers, after dispatching several snipers.
Josh and DCA rescued, at the expense of Funy's life.
Nighthawk weakened by TAU, at the expense of his legs.
Nighthawk defeated, Minecrafita saved. Xanatos is badly wounded.
Forlon kills Nighthawk, betrays the group.
Fangor absorbed into Forlon's "Stone of Souls"
Xanatos becomes a full Demi God once again, Forlon is defeated.
Legion commandeers a Phantom, rescues group.
Magreath and WSX perish during the escape.
Remainder of the team escape to Minecraftia.
Alpha betrays group, badly wounding Calxiyn.
Alpha chased off by unknown assassin.
Xanatos leaves for Remmiville, accompanied by Sport, Sepron, Adam, WSX and TAU.
No choices available.
Had the bomb been left to detonate, the group would have been transported to Subspace.
If Vladek had called off his forces, they would have joined the assault on Subspace in Chapter 6. However, escape would have been more difficult with more of Nighthawk's men still alive,
If nobody sacrificed themselves to stop the artillery, Vladek's forces would have been decimated.
If nobody sacrificed themselves to allow the shuttle to escape, Locklear would have died saving the group.
If Darkblade had escaped he would appear in Chapter 4, leading Nighthawk's men.
If the group failed to remove the Black Talon, Alpha would have most likely been killed in the final battle against Forlon.
Had the group decided to kill Legion, Xanatos would adopt a much darker attitude.
Also, had Cratius actually died in the reactor core, Xanatos would have departed for Project OMGA without the group.
No choices available.
If Jarody had been spared, Nighthawk would have taken complete control and dispatched a random group member.
If Darkblade was killed before Locklear, the brainwashing would have been broken and Locklear would assist the group for the remainder of the chapter.
Had the defenses been disabled sooner, more of Nighthawk's men would have perished in the bombardment. Alternatively had they been destroyed later, the remainder of the forces would have retreated, resulting in the bulk of Nighthawk's men surviving the assault.
If Xanatos had been saved instead of Minecraftia, the weapon would have scorched the surface of the planet. Death tolls would have reached several million...
How foolish was I, to doubt the efforts and loyalty of the Forum Wars members. Here we are my friends, at the end of everything. OK, slightly dramatic there. It's the end of Forum Wars, but it's still pretty important. When I first started this thread, I had one goal in mind. To have fun. I was going to accomplish this by turning Forum Wars into a massive battle arena, in which Punchwood members from around the globe would fight in numerous locales for the title of Forum Wars champion. Then, you guys happened.
At the end of Chapter 1, I realized what a chaotic mess it was. And, with a flash of inspiration, I saw what needed to be done. I changed Forum Wars, transforming it into a fun little role-play. And now, here we all are. 10,527 posts later and Forum Wars is the most popular topic on Punchwood. And it's all thanks to you guys. This roleplay wouldn't even exist if you guys didn't take the time to write such amazing posts! My hat goes off to you all. Well it would, if I had a hat. I should probably go and buy a hat.
Phew, that was a LONG post. The longest I've ever written on any topic on any Forum in the interwebz! In other words... it's a long post. Before I close up Forum Wars for good however, I just wanted to thank you guys one last time. It's been absoltuley awesome running this roleplay, and I hope you all stick around for Forum Wars 2! Now if you excuse me, I think I've earned myself cup of tea...
Pain. Agony. This was all I knew. Abandoned by my friends and left to rot in this pit. Hunger knawed through my stomach, and thirst drained what little moisture remained in my broken body. And the dark! It suffocated me! There was no escape from this light-less void. I was alone! In the dark! Knowing nothing but pain! And then I saw it... light. Beautiful, golden light! It called for me, offering to take me away from the darkness that threatened to consume me. It offered me shelter, warmth, food and drink! It was my savior! It cared for me, unlike those wretched Sangheili...
For now, I was content to rest and allow my wounds to heal. But soon, I will hunt them all down! They dared to leave me to my death in this suffocating prison? They would all suffer for what they have done to me! The Sangheili! The Noghri! And of course, him. The one who shall suffer beyond all recognition. The one who shall feel nothing but pure hatred towards me. The one, who I will break beyond repair...
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