Day 1- monastery hot springs
One day has passed. And everything seemed calm. The silence before the oncoming storm. The Monastery was quiet. The halls once filled by the hundreds of warcries and yelling were now more peacefull. The greatest tournaments part what was destined to be placed here was at it's end. And...
the outer walls were richly decorated wih the heads of the fallen.
The moonshine glew with intensity. Almost like a second sun. Maybe it was becouse it moved through the horizon relatively close to Outworld.
Saika- ...and one of those, who posed him threat were surely to fall by my hands..-this is sick. How could someone pose that much of a threat all by himself? Not to mention his upposed strenght and power.
Templar- Shao Kahn was reknown for his brutality but also for his excel-lent planing ability and for his dignity.
Saika- (quite suprised) dignity?
Templar- yes. He had the uncanny ability to look noble even if he was trying o steal your soul, family or your most valued items. he looked majestic even though he laughed in your face, you had to admit that he had a strange charisma.
Saika- *laughs* I suppose this comes out of personal experience?
Templar- *smiles* yes. He was always direct and ruthless beyond normal comprehension. Such is the fate of great overlords.
Saika- yes. They have to have that quite distinguishable charisma to become leaders.
Templar- exactly. -his finger slid down into the hot springs water. Altough Saika never accepted anyone near her in her private manners, Templar has proved to be quite straightforward and thrustworthy. She had nothing
against his presence when he accidentaly walked into her bathing.
Saika- it made my time here quite usefull.
Templar- yes, but don't mention it to the shadow priests, unless you ant problems. Those parchments are worth studying.
Saika- thanks. It makes boredom vanish. -she looked a bit annoyed. Under the pressure it was suprising how well she got used to the constant tension in Outworld. Templar admired this, as he spent weeks untill he found peace and solace in the hostile enviroment.
Templar- tomorrow the real war begins.
Saika- yes I know. I rather not think about it untill the time comes.
Templar- true, but i cannot. I have a duty to attend to.
Saika- *emerging a bit from the hot water* but do you have a life beyond all that servitude? Your passion to loyality and honor bounded ways have showed quite a formidable zeal in you...
Templar- *under the full helmet a faint smile* hardly. But once I had.
Saika- and wh..never mind. *she waved with her hand*
Templar smiled again. Saikas efforts to pull something out of him proved to be noble, but futile. He really didn't wanted to release any known infor-mation about himself. Saika was something he would consider a "friend" but that words meaning was so distant for him.
Templar-when the time comes, you shall know everything about me. Now we need to rest. Tomorrow we shall have to travel.
***
Day 1 -monastery, Lord Templars chambers
The dreams were coming back. For a man, who has to have every little focus on his surroundings sleep is an unneded necessarity. But with the help of proper training a few hours of special sleeping conditioning can substitute a full night slumber with ease, giving a formidable advantage.
He saw the contestants, each one of them engaging in a bloody battle. Maiming and bleeding was becoming a standard. Hate was unleashed, and he could feel the buried being inside him being lured towards theese things. Despite he defied this wyrm inside once and for all, it was still there. The creature ate her passions and fears, and gave strenghts to paranoia inside him. If it weren't for the near-death battle and the donning of his armor, he would have died becouse of it. The Death yellers respon-sible for this had to wait. soon they will meet. When the revolution in Seido is achieved, they shall be there, but so will be Templar.
He disturbing dreams continued. he was facing his most dreaded ideas. He saw how he slaughtered those who were good companions in this battle. he certainly did not want them to perish from his hands. And then he took his own life just for the delight of doing so...
A painfull yell and cold sweat errupted from his shoulders and face as Koshaku fell from his throne where he rested...
-Are you done screaming now?
The decorated white and gold plates of the boots, the forehanging stripes of ancient warding symbols, and the figures voice...Templar looked up in complete and total disbelief.
One day has passed. And everything seemed calm. The silence before the oncoming storm. The Monastery was quiet. The halls once filled by the hundreds of warcries and yelling were now more peacefull. The greatest tournaments part what was destined to be placed here was at it's end. And...
the outer walls were richly decorated wih the heads of the fallen.
The moonshine glew with intensity. Almost like a second sun. Maybe it was becouse it moved through the horizon relatively close to Outworld.
Saika- ...and one of those, who posed him threat were surely to fall by my hands..-this is sick. How could someone pose that much of a threat all by himself? Not to mention his upposed strenght and power.
Templar- Shao Kahn was reknown for his brutality but also for his excel-lent planing ability and for his dignity.
Saika- (quite suprised) dignity?
Templar- yes. He had the uncanny ability to look noble even if he was trying o steal your soul, family or your most valued items. he looked majestic even though he laughed in your face, you had to admit that he had a strange charisma.
Saika- *laughs* I suppose this comes out of personal experience?
Templar- *smiles* yes. He was always direct and ruthless beyond normal comprehension. Such is the fate of great overlords.
Saika- yes. They have to have that quite distinguishable charisma to become leaders.
Templar- exactly. -his finger slid down into the hot springs water. Altough Saika never accepted anyone near her in her private manners, Templar has proved to be quite straightforward and thrustworthy. She had nothing
against his presence when he accidentaly walked into her bathing.
Saika- it made my time here quite usefull.
Templar- yes, but don't mention it to the shadow priests, unless you ant problems. Those parchments are worth studying.
Saika- thanks. It makes boredom vanish. -she looked a bit annoyed. Under the pressure it was suprising how well she got used to the constant tension in Outworld. Templar admired this, as he spent weeks untill he found peace and solace in the hostile enviroment.
Templar- tomorrow the real war begins.
Saika- yes I know. I rather not think about it untill the time comes.
Templar- true, but i cannot. I have a duty to attend to.
Saika- *emerging a bit from the hot water* but do you have a life beyond all that servitude? Your passion to loyality and honor bounded ways have showed quite a formidable zeal in you...
Templar- *under the full helmet a faint smile* hardly. But once I had.
Saika- and wh..never mind. *she waved with her hand*
Templar smiled again. Saikas efforts to pull something out of him proved to be noble, but futile. He really didn't wanted to release any known infor-mation about himself. Saika was something he would consider a "friend" but that words meaning was so distant for him.
Templar-when the time comes, you shall know everything about me. Now we need to rest. Tomorrow we shall have to travel.
***
Day 1 -monastery, Lord Templars chambers
The dreams were coming back. For a man, who has to have every little focus on his surroundings sleep is an unneded necessarity. But with the help of proper training a few hours of special sleeping conditioning can substitute a full night slumber with ease, giving a formidable advantage.
He saw the contestants, each one of them engaging in a bloody battle. Maiming and bleeding was becoming a standard. Hate was unleashed, and he could feel the buried being inside him being lured towards theese things. Despite he defied this wyrm inside once and for all, it was still there. The creature ate her passions and fears, and gave strenghts to paranoia inside him. If it weren't for the near-death battle and the donning of his armor, he would have died becouse of it. The Death yellers respon-sible for this had to wait. soon they will meet. When the revolution in Seido is achieved, they shall be there, but so will be Templar.
He disturbing dreams continued. he was facing his most dreaded ideas. He saw how he slaughtered those who were good companions in this battle. he certainly did not want them to perish from his hands. And then he took his own life just for the delight of doing so...
A painfull yell and cold sweat errupted from his shoulders and face as Koshaku fell from his throne where he rested...
-Are you done screaming now?
The decorated white and gold plates of the boots, the forehanging stripes of ancient warding symbols, and the figures voice...Templar looked up in complete and total disbelief.
About Me
art by fear-sAs0
-Nocturne: Inner Sanctum-
A fallen ninja nears his goal. His body, stripped completely bare. He carries the weight of his sins in heavy chains. The ninja's body is a complete wreck, his skin is covered in blood, but to him, these are minor setbacks. With every step he takes, his body ignites. He has traveresed the entire lame, to reach a single phocal point and put all of this behind him.
The ninja takes a step into the light, of a nearby fire. His black hair, completely disheveled, his right arm, still a solid gemstone, and the slash in his stomach still bleeds from the fight that sent him here.
Ninja-Finally, my goal is within sight. Only a bit longer...
The ninja makes his way further into the final sanctum of Nocturne. As he moves forward, he is confronted with a shadowy figure in his way.
Ninja-Step aside, I must get through.
The figure only shakes his head in an eerie silence and doesn't move.
Ninja-Move aside or I'll go straight through you.
The figure opens its eyes, letting them glow red. It's details are completely shrouded due to the fire in the background. Instead the figure sinks into a Wolf fighting stance.
Taken back, the ninja sinks into the same stance. Each one stares at the other for a second. A brief gust of wind blows the flames in their path for a split second. As the flames pass the two warriors charge each other with intense ferocity.
The ninja and his oppoent match each other blow for blow. One throws a quick uppercut, the other dodges, falling to one knee and performing a sweep, the other flips over it.
Ninja- I don't know who, or what you are, but you will not stand in my way. I will relcaim my own life, and I will find my purpose once again.
The figures eyes only narrow as it attacks the ninja once more. The ninja blocks the figures attack and comes in with a spinning palm strike figures chest, making solid contact, and bringing it to the ground.
The ninja jumps into the air and comes down with a vicoius stomp, only to be countered by the figure with a swift kick to his face, sending him twirling to the ground. The ninja gets up and looks at the figure.
Ninja- That kick, how did you know how to counter that attack, only members of the Oboro clan know how to counter that. What are you?
The figure takes a step forward, revealing itself, it's non-other then the ninja's own self image.
Figure- I am your last obsticle. Your own self doubt, and hatred for what you have become. I am your inner demon. If you can defeat me, then you have earned your way. Fail, and you'll remain here for all eternity. Now kill me if you want to pass.
Ninja- I will not let my past fears and regrets rule me anymore.... Have at you
The ninja slams his palm against the floor releasing a wave of gemstones at his doppleganger. The figure simple crosses his arms and braces his back foot, awaiting the impact. The wave hits him dead on, but it is repelled by a shield just infornt of the figure.
However, there is no time to rest as the ninja shoots over the wave and behind the figure, delivering a strong hit to it's back, casting it forward.
The figure stumbles shortly before flipping in mid air and regains it's blance. It only looks over its shoulder and slightly squints before vanishing from sight.
Ninja- What?!
He feels a slight breeze and then quickly puts his hands infornt of his stomach, as he does, the figure reappear in mid air with a knee at the ninja's stomach, causing him to slide back several feet.
The ninja falls to one knee as blood trickles out of his mouth.
Ninja- Damn, he's strong. Have I really let my past regrets rule me this strongly? Well not anymore, I will return to life, and I will return to those who care about me..
He creates a diamond edged whip and braces it into a ninja sword. The figure ignites a fireball into his hand and then clenches it in his fist, creating an identicle sword.
The two rush each other and clash blades. Sparks fly from the edges as the two are evenly matched. Each exerts enough pressure to drive the other into the ground. The figure then focus all of his force upwards, sending the ninjas blade into the air, and opening up his torso. Before the ninja can know what's happening, the figure comes around with a second swing, fully intending to slice the ninja in half. Victory is assured.
Figure- You've failed...
He can feel the blade make contact with its target.
Ninja- Not quite....
The figure turns around and sees that the ninja placed his gemstone arm in the baldes path, causing the blade to crack.
Figure- That can't be...
Ninja- You are all that I hate and all that I despise about myself, now that this has been removed, you can't hurt me.
The ninja's blade comes down from the air and into his hand. As soon as he can grab it, he slices down with incredible speed. Black blood is spilled onto the floor, as the figure let out a deafening scream before turning into millions of little droplets and falls to the ground in a puddle.
The ninja takes a deep breath and looks at the inner sanctum. The heavy iron doors open as the ninja makes his way towards them. As he walks inside, at the center of the room is a glowing blue pillar of light. As he moves foreward he sees a figure inside the light. As promised, the figure is actually the ninja's physcial body.
As the ninja is about to make contact, he hears a familiar voice in the background.
-Well, well. You've succeeded. I must admit that I underestimaded you.
The ninja turns around and sees the figure in a corner of the giant room.
Ninja- Grave...... It's been quite some time now hasn't it. I've done what you asked, now what?
Grave- Now we bring you into the grand scheme of things. First, I want you to slash your wrist...
Ninja- What?
Grave- A soul transfusion takes vital energy, what better source then life giving blood? Now do it.
The ninja slashes his wrist as well as his bodies.
Grave- Good. Now, i suggest you suggest something to bite on, this next part causes a lot of screaming.
Ninja- Just do it.
Grave- Very well...
Grave draws a circle around the ninja and around his new body. The circle begins to glow with ancient writing, and it begins to swirl with power. Grave walks towards the two circles and places his hands on both of them, acting as conduit. He slowly raises his hands, as energy springs from his fingertips to both circles.
Grave- Now, try and relax your body...
The ninja does this, and as soon as that thought came into his mind, blood began to rush from his cut and into the cut in his new body. The pain is hurrendus, it feels as if a thousand blades are shooting up from under his skin. The technique is actually a power vaccum. The ninja's blood begins to rush out faster and faster, and he begins to loose all consciusness and finally collapses to the ground.
Ninja- AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
With the cold feel of air rushing into his lungs, the ninja finds himself at the edge of a forest, before him a monastary.
Ninja- I am alive........
He feels a presence next to him and he makes a quick turn, it happens to be Grave.
Grave- Yes, you are alive. And now, you are in time for the Mortal Kombat tournament..
The ninja's eyes open wide in surprise.
Ninja- How long have I been dead?
Grave- By your time, only three months, but in Outworld a whole year has passed.
Ninja- What am I doing here?
Grave- You are under my watch as a candidate for my benifactor.
Ninja- My mind..... I don't feel the constant strain to keep it at bay.
Grave- Your ressurection has put you outside that loop. Now come, we have much to do.
Grave puts his hand on the ninja's head and fills him with energy. Suddenly, the ninja's bare body is covered with new clothing. Grave also hands the ninja a cloak.
Grave- Although several have seen me without my cover, they have been killed. Come we don't want to give too much of ourselves away.
With the ninja, Grave putts his cloak on as well and they both enter the monastary.
A fallen ninja nears his goal. His body, stripped completely bare. He carries the weight of his sins in heavy chains. The ninja's body is a complete wreck, his skin is covered in blood, but to him, these are minor setbacks. With every step he takes, his body ignites. He has traveresed the entire lame, to reach a single phocal point and put all of this behind him.
The ninja takes a step into the light, of a nearby fire. His black hair, completely disheveled, his right arm, still a solid gemstone, and the slash in his stomach still bleeds from the fight that sent him here.
Ninja-Finally, my goal is within sight. Only a bit longer...
The ninja makes his way further into the final sanctum of Nocturne. As he moves forward, he is confronted with a shadowy figure in his way.
Ninja-Step aside, I must get through.
The figure only shakes his head in an eerie silence and doesn't move.
Ninja-Move aside or I'll go straight through you.
The figure opens its eyes, letting them glow red. It's details are completely shrouded due to the fire in the background. Instead the figure sinks into a Wolf fighting stance.
Taken back, the ninja sinks into the same stance. Each one stares at the other for a second. A brief gust of wind blows the flames in their path for a split second. As the flames pass the two warriors charge each other with intense ferocity.
The ninja and his oppoent match each other blow for blow. One throws a quick uppercut, the other dodges, falling to one knee and performing a sweep, the other flips over it.
Ninja- I don't know who, or what you are, but you will not stand in my way. I will relcaim my own life, and I will find my purpose once again.
The figures eyes only narrow as it attacks the ninja once more. The ninja blocks the figures attack and comes in with a spinning palm strike figures chest, making solid contact, and bringing it to the ground.
The ninja jumps into the air and comes down with a vicoius stomp, only to be countered by the figure with a swift kick to his face, sending him twirling to the ground. The ninja gets up and looks at the figure.
Ninja- That kick, how did you know how to counter that attack, only members of the Oboro clan know how to counter that. What are you?
The figure takes a step forward, revealing itself, it's non-other then the ninja's own self image.
Figure- I am your last obsticle. Your own self doubt, and hatred for what you have become. I am your inner demon. If you can defeat me, then you have earned your way. Fail, and you'll remain here for all eternity. Now kill me if you want to pass.
Ninja- I will not let my past fears and regrets rule me anymore.... Have at you
The ninja slams his palm against the floor releasing a wave of gemstones at his doppleganger. The figure simple crosses his arms and braces his back foot, awaiting the impact. The wave hits him dead on, but it is repelled by a shield just infornt of the figure.
However, there is no time to rest as the ninja shoots over the wave and behind the figure, delivering a strong hit to it's back, casting it forward.
The figure stumbles shortly before flipping in mid air and regains it's blance. It only looks over its shoulder and slightly squints before vanishing from sight.
Ninja- What?!
He feels a slight breeze and then quickly puts his hands infornt of his stomach, as he does, the figure reappear in mid air with a knee at the ninja's stomach, causing him to slide back several feet.
The ninja falls to one knee as blood trickles out of his mouth.
Ninja- Damn, he's strong. Have I really let my past regrets rule me this strongly? Well not anymore, I will return to life, and I will return to those who care about me..
He creates a diamond edged whip and braces it into a ninja sword. The figure ignites a fireball into his hand and then clenches it in his fist, creating an identicle sword.
The two rush each other and clash blades. Sparks fly from the edges as the two are evenly matched. Each exerts enough pressure to drive the other into the ground. The figure then focus all of his force upwards, sending the ninjas blade into the air, and opening up his torso. Before the ninja can know what's happening, the figure comes around with a second swing, fully intending to slice the ninja in half. Victory is assured.
Figure- You've failed...
He can feel the blade make contact with its target.
Ninja- Not quite....
The figure turns around and sees that the ninja placed his gemstone arm in the baldes path, causing the blade to crack.
Figure- That can't be...
Ninja- You are all that I hate and all that I despise about myself, now that this has been removed, you can't hurt me.
The ninja's blade comes down from the air and into his hand. As soon as he can grab it, he slices down with incredible speed. Black blood is spilled onto the floor, as the figure let out a deafening scream before turning into millions of little droplets and falls to the ground in a puddle.
The ninja takes a deep breath and looks at the inner sanctum. The heavy iron doors open as the ninja makes his way towards them. As he walks inside, at the center of the room is a glowing blue pillar of light. As he moves foreward he sees a figure inside the light. As promised, the figure is actually the ninja's physcial body.
As the ninja is about to make contact, he hears a familiar voice in the background.
-Well, well. You've succeeded. I must admit that I underestimaded you.
The ninja turns around and sees the figure in a corner of the giant room.
Ninja- Grave...... It's been quite some time now hasn't it. I've done what you asked, now what?
Grave- Now we bring you into the grand scheme of things. First, I want you to slash your wrist...
Ninja- What?
Grave- A soul transfusion takes vital energy, what better source then life giving blood? Now do it.
The ninja slashes his wrist as well as his bodies.
Grave- Good. Now, i suggest you suggest something to bite on, this next part causes a lot of screaming.
Ninja- Just do it.
Grave- Very well...
Grave draws a circle around the ninja and around his new body. The circle begins to glow with ancient writing, and it begins to swirl with power. Grave walks towards the two circles and places his hands on both of them, acting as conduit. He slowly raises his hands, as energy springs from his fingertips to both circles.
Grave- Now, try and relax your body...
The ninja does this, and as soon as that thought came into his mind, blood began to rush from his cut and into the cut in his new body. The pain is hurrendus, it feels as if a thousand blades are shooting up from under his skin. The technique is actually a power vaccum. The ninja's blood begins to rush out faster and faster, and he begins to loose all consciusness and finally collapses to the ground.
Ninja- AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
With the cold feel of air rushing into his lungs, the ninja finds himself at the edge of a forest, before him a monastary.
Ninja- I am alive........
He feels a presence next to him and he makes a quick turn, it happens to be Grave.
Grave- Yes, you are alive. And now, you are in time for the Mortal Kombat tournament..
The ninja's eyes open wide in surprise.
Ninja- How long have I been dead?
Grave- By your time, only three months, but in Outworld a whole year has passed.
Ninja- What am I doing here?
Grave- You are under my watch as a candidate for my benifactor.
Ninja- My mind..... I don't feel the constant strain to keep it at bay.
Grave- Your ressurection has put you outside that loop. Now come, we have much to do.
Grave puts his hand on the ninja's head and fills him with energy. Suddenly, the ninja's bare body is covered with new clothing. Grave also hands the ninja a cloak.
Grave- Although several have seen me without my cover, they have been killed. Come we don't want to give too much of ourselves away.
With the ninja, Grave putts his cloak on as well and they both enter the monastary.
The monastery was somehow more quiet than previously. The weeks have passed, and the Mortal Kombat tournaments segment what was appointed to be hosted here, was nearing an end. Infact, almost every spike had a head on it by now on the outer walls.
The grand chambers were opened. The crowd was growing: almost everyone significant to fate was gathered here. Saika too: her eyes were constantly swimming through the mass what has gathered here. There were many.
She first spotted Dymune Domina. The demon was standing tall in the crowd, his hair tied across his black nails as his fingers were playing with the ponytail. He gave Saika a delighted and sadistic smile and showed his shining teeth..or rather to say fangs. Saika looked away in anger...
Genkaku Souzousha, a muscular and tall being, leaning to a pillar was seemingly doing the same: searching for faces. The masks dark gaze gave her a uneasy feeling but she knew that it was irrelevant at the time.
Count Pierre Etienne was among those here too. He rather avoided her searching eagle eyes as he was pretending to be preoccupied with her sword. Saika could care less. The count was however a fox, he rationally analysed the others...
The man known as Void was also there, rather unnerved, but looking determined and misillusioned. He had the charisma to shine out of the crowd, so the less important figures of this tournament voided him with respect and caution. He was also looking very fit and ready...
The one known as Shou Lee was there also. Saika knew this man only from the fight with Templar. His fierce determination and zeal reminded him of Templars defiance and will. He was looking gruff but relaxed and ready.
A black hooded wanderer was also seen in the crowd. saika was trained to spot rather those who try to hide before the others. It was...something unusual around his presence, almost as if Templar would be near. By the way, whwere is he?
***
Shadow Priest- as you have all fought valiantly, you have managed to
struggle your way to supremacy. It is here where the true test of skill and
mind will take place.
Shadow Priest-fail here, and you shall probably suffer defeat streching
from this world...into a much darker other. -the cryptic voice of the
announcer made the audience partially shudder.
Shadow Priest- make the best of your time...for it may be those of your last
moments in this world.
Grave- it seems likely that you plan on dulling the participants before their greatest challenges, am I right shade cleric? -everyone in the chambers turned towards the ghastly cloaked apparition. To the suprise of most, the shadow priests moved their heads also.
Shadow Priests- mocking the last rituals before the true test of might is sacriledge...but I guess that you don't have a god apparition!
Grave- your meaningless maggots aren't worth my time. perhaps if I put your ever-manipulative existence and this monastery to death will solve some problems.
Shadow priest- then there would be no tournament.
Grave- I would ensure that everyone to get their just deserves. About the agreement... have you stuck to your part pawns?
Shadow priest- we have st-
???- entering the desolate lands of lava is a mad thing to do indeed....
Grave looked sideways, as he didn't notice the other shadow doom priest moving separately from the others. His black cloak was sweeping through the floor, but unlike the others, he walked on feet rather than float.
Grave- your kind plays well with words, but you are surely no threat to me. and I think a demonstration is indeed in order stranger, if you want to have a life full of living nightmares... -but his hands fizzled when he extended his palm toward the nearest shadow priest. The green burst of sparks slightly shocked Graves fingers- an unconforting foreboding took over him...
Grave- something is amiss...
???- perhaps your keen senses became indeed dull, or you simply
haven't anticipated this to happen so soon.
Grave- you...
The cloaked figure lifted his face, revealing the long brown hair dangling out of the hood, revealing a white smile. The hand pointed towards the Shadow Prophet and the other priests present at the chambers.
???- I am highly disapopinted by your failures and incapabilities. But such is the price if the lead ones leave their seat of power. -saying so the cloaked image shifted and changed:
there he stood with all in his former glory: lead champion of the grandiose tournament of Mortal Kombat, second most powerfull being in Outworlds longest period of history, ruthless and cunning as ever, his supreme mind was only matched by his fighting provess and scheming tactics. For eons he has evolved from a tricksters son to a being able to bend reality to his will and leasure. Aprentice of the emperor, his greatest pupil and enemy, the sorceror has returned.
The bright red robe decorated with a golden snake-like chestplate and small viperish pauldrons, what held the long stripes warding himself from lesser threats. His bone white boots decorated richly, like his worn leather armor... but it was not what paralysed the spectators.
It was the great radiance of power surging from his very being. the brown eyes dug themselves deeply into the apparitions glowing red lights and smiled.
Grave- Shang Tsung...
Silence and stunning paused the life of the inner chambers. The shadow priests were thanking the gods inside themselves that their old, supreme spellcaster has spared them from Graves wrath, even for a second: they knew what Tsungs retribution was in no means better than Graves.
Shang Tsung- as always, you can't live in Outworld without passing a sorcerer. -the demon wizard smiled.
Grave- you are blindly overrating as always.
Shang Tsungs form quickly shifted and took on the form of the apparition before him. The sorceror was still smiling, that could have been made out of the hood covering his face.
Grave spinned his hands around and a pale red bolt of light errupted from his fingertips. The sorceror streched his arm forward opened each finger alone and a swirling green phenomenon engulfed Graves body. The red projectile stopped in the air before the wizards nose.
Shang Tsung- oh, you look so apalled even for a death avatar. -he took on a more serious tone- face it, even the gods could have not anticipated this transformation...and you shall not alter anything at least not personally. of that I make sure. -his clenched long nailed fingers now burned in an oran-ge and red light.
Grave: you indeed take more risk than previously. i complement for the
improvement warlock.
...
Grave: *telepathicly* your champion and my champion. Fate shall decide the paths.
With those words Grave faded out of presence and left the stunned audience alone with the newborn sage.
Shang Tsung turned his attention towards the warriors now, and began smiling again. The goatie and the mustache were always teasing, and they remained even if Tsungs physical appearance changed from his interaction with the Soulando and the Heavens Gate.
Shang Tsung- I welcome all of the entrants to the final decisive battles of our great tournament. Enjoy my hospitality and live your life the best you can before the battles claim you. i bid you good luck and strenght...you're going to need it.
The sorcerer and Saika looked sideways up to the balcony. Templar, both arms tied together before his breastplate, looking down at the mass. His black armor shining chromatic, swimming in a plae orange aura, his sho-ulders covered in refined red cape. His dragon, always on his left pauldron was streching it's neck eagerly and screeching.
The she remembered Templars words about the upcoming battles:
"the end is at hand!"
She could have swore that she saw a sad smile behind the metalic plate what was his face for weeks.
The grand chambers were opened. The crowd was growing: almost everyone significant to fate was gathered here. Saika too: her eyes were constantly swimming through the mass what has gathered here. There were many.
She first spotted Dymune Domina. The demon was standing tall in the crowd, his hair tied across his black nails as his fingers were playing with the ponytail. He gave Saika a delighted and sadistic smile and showed his shining teeth..or rather to say fangs. Saika looked away in anger...
Genkaku Souzousha, a muscular and tall being, leaning to a pillar was seemingly doing the same: searching for faces. The masks dark gaze gave her a uneasy feeling but she knew that it was irrelevant at the time.
Count Pierre Etienne was among those here too. He rather avoided her searching eagle eyes as he was pretending to be preoccupied with her sword. Saika could care less. The count was however a fox, he rationally analysed the others...
The man known as Void was also there, rather unnerved, but looking determined and misillusioned. He had the charisma to shine out of the crowd, so the less important figures of this tournament voided him with respect and caution. He was also looking very fit and ready...
The one known as Shou Lee was there also. Saika knew this man only from the fight with Templar. His fierce determination and zeal reminded him of Templars defiance and will. He was looking gruff but relaxed and ready.
A black hooded wanderer was also seen in the crowd. saika was trained to spot rather those who try to hide before the others. It was...something unusual around his presence, almost as if Templar would be near. By the way, whwere is he?
***
Shadow Priest- as you have all fought valiantly, you have managed to
struggle your way to supremacy. It is here where the true test of skill and
mind will take place.
Shadow Priest-fail here, and you shall probably suffer defeat streching
from this world...into a much darker other. -the cryptic voice of the
announcer made the audience partially shudder.
Shadow Priest- make the best of your time...for it may be those of your last
moments in this world.
Grave- it seems likely that you plan on dulling the participants before their greatest challenges, am I right shade cleric? -everyone in the chambers turned towards the ghastly cloaked apparition. To the suprise of most, the shadow priests moved their heads also.
Shadow Priests- mocking the last rituals before the true test of might is sacriledge...but I guess that you don't have a god apparition!
Grave- your meaningless maggots aren't worth my time. perhaps if I put your ever-manipulative existence and this monastery to death will solve some problems.
Shadow priest- then there would be no tournament.
Grave- I would ensure that everyone to get their just deserves. About the agreement... have you stuck to your part pawns?
Shadow priest- we have st-
???- entering the desolate lands of lava is a mad thing to do indeed....
Grave looked sideways, as he didn't notice the other shadow doom priest moving separately from the others. His black cloak was sweeping through the floor, but unlike the others, he walked on feet rather than float.
Grave- your kind plays well with words, but you are surely no threat to me. and I think a demonstration is indeed in order stranger, if you want to have a life full of living nightmares... -but his hands fizzled when he extended his palm toward the nearest shadow priest. The green burst of sparks slightly shocked Graves fingers- an unconforting foreboding took over him...
Grave- something is amiss...
???- perhaps your keen senses became indeed dull, or you simply
haven't anticipated this to happen so soon.
Grave- you...
The cloaked figure lifted his face, revealing the long brown hair dangling out of the hood, revealing a white smile. The hand pointed towards the Shadow Prophet and the other priests present at the chambers.
???- I am highly disapopinted by your failures and incapabilities. But such is the price if the lead ones leave their seat of power. -saying so the cloaked image shifted and changed:
there he stood with all in his former glory: lead champion of the grandiose tournament of Mortal Kombat, second most powerfull being in Outworlds longest period of history, ruthless and cunning as ever, his supreme mind was only matched by his fighting provess and scheming tactics. For eons he has evolved from a tricksters son to a being able to bend reality to his will and leasure. Aprentice of the emperor, his greatest pupil and enemy, the sorceror has returned.
The bright red robe decorated with a golden snake-like chestplate and small viperish pauldrons, what held the long stripes warding himself from lesser threats. His bone white boots decorated richly, like his worn leather armor... but it was not what paralysed the spectators.
It was the great radiance of power surging from his very being. the brown eyes dug themselves deeply into the apparitions glowing red lights and smiled.
Grave- Shang Tsung...
Silence and stunning paused the life of the inner chambers. The shadow priests were thanking the gods inside themselves that their old, supreme spellcaster has spared them from Graves wrath, even for a second: they knew what Tsungs retribution was in no means better than Graves.
Shang Tsung- as always, you can't live in Outworld without passing a sorcerer. -the demon wizard smiled.
Grave- you are blindly overrating as always.
Shang Tsungs form quickly shifted and took on the form of the apparition before him. The sorceror was still smiling, that could have been made out of the hood covering his face.
Grave spinned his hands around and a pale red bolt of light errupted from his fingertips. The sorceror streched his arm forward opened each finger alone and a swirling green phenomenon engulfed Graves body. The red projectile stopped in the air before the wizards nose.
Shang Tsung- oh, you look so apalled even for a death avatar. -he took on a more serious tone- face it, even the gods could have not anticipated this transformation...and you shall not alter anything at least not personally. of that I make sure. -his clenched long nailed fingers now burned in an oran-ge and red light.
Grave: you indeed take more risk than previously. i complement for the
improvement warlock.
...
Grave: *telepathicly* your champion and my champion. Fate shall decide the paths.
With those words Grave faded out of presence and left the stunned audience alone with the newborn sage.
Shang Tsung turned his attention towards the warriors now, and began smiling again. The goatie and the mustache were always teasing, and they remained even if Tsungs physical appearance changed from his interaction with the Soulando and the Heavens Gate.
Shang Tsung- I welcome all of the entrants to the final decisive battles of our great tournament. Enjoy my hospitality and live your life the best you can before the battles claim you. i bid you good luck and strenght...you're going to need it.
The sorcerer and Saika looked sideways up to the balcony. Templar, both arms tied together before his breastplate, looking down at the mass. His black armor shining chromatic, swimming in a plae orange aura, his sho-ulders covered in refined red cape. His dragon, always on his left pauldron was streching it's neck eagerly and screeching.
The she remembered Templars words about the upcoming battles:
"the end is at hand!"
She could have swore that she saw a sad smile behind the metalic plate what was his face for weeks.
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The reborn sorcerer walks into the center of the arena and stands in front of the Shadow Priests.
Tsung- Pathetic. However, we have no time to dally on trivial matters. Where are you in the stage of the tournament?
Shadow Prophet- We have begun to match our contestants with our chosen champions, however.....
Tsung lifts an eye brow and speaks with an inquisitive tone.
Tsung- Yes?
Shadow Prophet- That hooded figure has..... liberated one of our champions.
Tsung- What?! Which one was killed?
Murmur through the crowd starts to spread, each contestant becomes more apprehensive about the next tournament. Saika uses her shadow skills to warp to the top room, appearing by Templars side.
Saika- Is this allowed?
Templar- No, but even I don't know the consiquences for such an action, it has never been done before. It seems our mysterious fighter has untapped potential that we are yet to discover.
Saika- Do you know who the champion was?
Templar- Yes, my reputation and standing lets me aquire such knowledge. The champion was said to be a shokan, I suppose it was the one killed in the early stages of the tournament. Do you recall?
Saika- Yes, he was split in half after grabbing that fighter.
Back on the floor Tsung realizes that this a bit embarrising, loosing face like this. He grabs the Shadow Prophet and pulls him close.
Tsung- Well? Do we have a replacement? The 2nd phase of the tournament begins at day break.
Tsungs eyes glow with an eerie green flame, a trademark that has become a sort of label around the Outworld heirarchy.
Shadow Prophet- That hooded fighter has suggested one.
Tsung- Tell me.
The Shadow Prophet only utters two words.
Shadow Prophet- Einhiender Castle...
Tsung slightly loosens his grip and takes a hard swallow before reaffirming his grip.
Tsung- Do not toy with me. Does he know what is down there? Kahn himself avoids that place at all cost.
Shadow Prophet- Apparentley so. He has been quite insistant for some time.
Tsung- If we let that..... thing loose do you have any idea what it will do? I have taught it everything it, they knew, but after their return to Outworld, they have become like gods. Kahn's entire army was nearly decimated by them. An entire armada of 10,000 strong, decimated at the hands of that.... thing. Setting it loose is suicidle.
Shadow Prophet- It would appear that we are left with few options.
Tsung- Who is crazy enough to go and free it?
- We will go. It was my companion who suggested it, and it will be he who sets it loose.
Tsung turns around and sees Grave's companion, the newly ressurected ninja.
Saika is completely awestruck after hearing that voice. She goes into a complete state of shock and falls her knees.
Saika- It.... can't be..
A tear rolls down her face, and Templar looks at her with a questioning look. He wants to ask her, yet he feels it's better to leave it alone for now.
Tsung- And how are you?
Ninja- That's none of your concern
Tsung- You will beg for your life at my feet mortal.
Ninja- Beg? Mortal? You are wrong on both accounts. Some advice, know your enemy. You have assumed far too much about my companion and myself, a mistake, where it would normaly cost you.
Tsung- I hope that was all, because I know release you back to your maker.
Tsung generates a blast of energy at the ninja and unleashes it with extreme force, lighting up the arena.
As the bolt is about to hit a diamond barrier surrounds him, causing the blast to smash into it and dissipate.
Tsung- YOU! Sensui killed you in the last tournament. How did you....? Nevermind. So you are going to set it free?
Ninja- Actually, my companion has probably already done it.
-Einhiender Castle-
Grave has one gaurd on his knees, and has his finger on the guards forehead.
Grave- Make one more moves and I'll spread your molecules so far apart it'll even take the Elder Gods15 years to reassemble your toe nail. No open the door.
As told, the gaurd opens the steel door, leading down into the depths of the castle.
Grave makes his way down to the deepest reaches of the castle's confines to finish his goal....
Tsung- Pathetic. However, we have no time to dally on trivial matters. Where are you in the stage of the tournament?
Shadow Prophet- We have begun to match our contestants with our chosen champions, however.....
Tsung lifts an eye brow and speaks with an inquisitive tone.
Tsung- Yes?
Shadow Prophet- That hooded figure has..... liberated one of our champions.
Tsung- What?! Which one was killed?
Murmur through the crowd starts to spread, each contestant becomes more apprehensive about the next tournament. Saika uses her shadow skills to warp to the top room, appearing by Templars side.
Saika- Is this allowed?
Templar- No, but even I don't know the consiquences for such an action, it has never been done before. It seems our mysterious fighter has untapped potential that we are yet to discover.
Saika- Do you know who the champion was?
Templar- Yes, my reputation and standing lets me aquire such knowledge. The champion was said to be a shokan, I suppose it was the one killed in the early stages of the tournament. Do you recall?
Saika- Yes, he was split in half after grabbing that fighter.
Back on the floor Tsung realizes that this a bit embarrising, loosing face like this. He grabs the Shadow Prophet and pulls him close.
Tsung- Well? Do we have a replacement? The 2nd phase of the tournament begins at day break.
Tsungs eyes glow with an eerie green flame, a trademark that has become a sort of label around the Outworld heirarchy.
Shadow Prophet- That hooded fighter has suggested one.
Tsung- Tell me.
The Shadow Prophet only utters two words.
Shadow Prophet- Einhiender Castle...
Tsung slightly loosens his grip and takes a hard swallow before reaffirming his grip.
Tsung- Do not toy with me. Does he know what is down there? Kahn himself avoids that place at all cost.
Shadow Prophet- Apparentley so. He has been quite insistant for some time.
Tsung- If we let that..... thing loose do you have any idea what it will do? I have taught it everything it, they knew, but after their return to Outworld, they have become like gods. Kahn's entire army was nearly decimated by them. An entire armada of 10,000 strong, decimated at the hands of that.... thing. Setting it loose is suicidle.
Shadow Prophet- It would appear that we are left with few options.
Tsung- Who is crazy enough to go and free it?
- We will go. It was my companion who suggested it, and it will be he who sets it loose.
Tsung turns around and sees Grave's companion, the newly ressurected ninja.
Saika is completely awestruck after hearing that voice. She goes into a complete state of shock and falls her knees.
Saika- It.... can't be..
A tear rolls down her face, and Templar looks at her with a questioning look. He wants to ask her, yet he feels it's better to leave it alone for now.
Tsung- And how are you?
Ninja- That's none of your concern
Tsung- You will beg for your life at my feet mortal.
Ninja- Beg? Mortal? You are wrong on both accounts. Some advice, know your enemy. You have assumed far too much about my companion and myself, a mistake, where it would normaly cost you.
Tsung- I hope that was all, because I know release you back to your maker.
Tsung generates a blast of energy at the ninja and unleashes it with extreme force, lighting up the arena.
As the bolt is about to hit a diamond barrier surrounds him, causing the blast to smash into it and dissipate.
Tsung- YOU! Sensui killed you in the last tournament. How did you....? Nevermind. So you are going to set it free?
Ninja- Actually, my companion has probably already done it.
-Einhiender Castle-
Grave has one gaurd on his knees, and has his finger on the guards forehead.
Grave- Make one more moves and I'll spread your molecules so far apart it'll even take the Elder Gods15 years to reassemble your toe nail. No open the door.
As told, the gaurd opens the steel door, leading down into the depths of the castle.
Grave makes his way down to the deepest reaches of the castle's confines to finish his goal....
This was where it all began. That one isle on the Lost Sea. The sun was shining through the leaves of the jungle what has been rampantly growing over the ruins in the past few years.
Templar- the sun...shines so bright.
He grasped at the indanely heavy armor of steel, and unlocked the casket around his head. Fresh air touched and swirled through his lungs, and the sound of countless seabirds hit his ear.
Templar- a little bit of heaven.
Shang Tsung- I should have left someone here to manage the portal. -he swept the wines from the entrance door. As the hot stone door fell from touch, both of them entered the Statuary Gardens.
The warrior shrine. Under the bright sunlight they could barely make out the contestants statues. They were cracked and burdened with countless forms of flora. But they maintained the glory and pride of their models.
Templar- you made staues from them, even before actually winning the tournament?
Shang Tsung- don't remind me of that.
He swept his long nailed ingers across a statue. The scratching sound unveiled the face of the misshaped and maimed statue. It was on one of the higher elevations of the shrines landscape. It's face has shown strong determination and unbreakable will.
Shang Tsung- Liu Kang. Even as a statue you defy me.
He swept his hand across the statues face, after a few silent jolts of oran-ge-red discharges, the statues head flew off.
Shang Tsung- you cannot mock me no more. I know your secret. -he clenched his hand, and blood dripped off from the glove he was wearing.
Templar- I certainly envy you sorceror. You have to deal with only one
nemesis.
Shang Tsung- I have gotten over it. I killed him once, and I can now do it
again. Even ... and alone. I am confidednt of that.
Templar- about time you showed some considerable respect and spine
towards yourself.
Shang Tsung- please.... let us now continue our quest.
The dwelled deeper and deeper into the catacombs. Past the royal throne rooms deserted halls, past the inner courtyards, past the darkened dunge-ons of Goros lair, finally to reach their destination. A large brick wall.
Shang Tsung- two hundred and two bricks. Each chained to a lethal spell
and only one to hold our price.
Templar- all well hidden in a riddle.
Shang Tsung- exactly. ne riddle to open the casket of the Tao Te Zhan.
Seven riddles, seven answers to unlock powers of utmost importance.
Templar- which are?
Shang Tsung- answers o the true nature of our existence. The Tao Te
Zhan unveils the mystery of our fate once unlocked.
Both of them paused and looked upon each other. They knew what was
the answer and fate of those, who accidebntally misused the powerfull
book of legends.
Shang Tsung blew with his hands at the dusty surface highlighting the inscription on the two hundred and two bricked wall.
"
Answered question will lead you here,
to find the thruth you must adhere.
Veiled behind your comprehension,
what may unshed is just a fraction.
Seven riddles though they're easy,
Wisdoms sets heart truly weary.
Unlocking question, answer is gone,
When you're lucky you are done.
I can see what you see not.
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone,
whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be,
shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind,
cast down into the Halls of the Blind."
Shang Tsung- the true blind possess one thing, insight.
Templar- what is the only thing blind men can be towards the world of the
sighted? I have read this somewhere else. in a different form. Perhaps...
A moment of silence, only the crumbling of the brick walls sounded familiar. The waves of the Lost Sea were washing the dungeons apart slowly and steadily.
Ignorant. Only the blind are completely ignorant towards the outside.
Shang Tsungs claw moved forward and touched the apropiate brick. His hand moved firmly but slowly.
Shang Tsung- pray that we got the answer right.
A knacking sound and the brick wall flashed in golden light. The bricks began to move, taking on odd forms and changing into a portal of some sort. Both of them shielded themselves and their eyes with their bare hands.
The gold light emanated from a pedestal, or more precisely, from the book on the pedestal. Tsung, holding the artefact in great esteem slowly moved it and placed it into his backpack.
Templar- you know, every insidious or partially stupid adversary will be
looking for this. I am sure those powerfull enough have already noticed
the removal even in Outworld.
Shang Tsung- and?
Templar smiled. Shang Tsung grew more confident in his abilities. Not overestimating it, for becouse of that he could not have came this far. But more likely, he was getting used to savor the taste of defeats and failures.
Like they once said: what doesn't kills you, makes you stronger.
The only thing amiss about this rule aplying for Tsung was, that if he killed something, it made him stronger.
Shang Tsung- with this, we shall unveil our fate. It is a risk worth taking.
Templar- I only need assurance of my fate. I wonder how you talked me
into this Ten'gu.
Shang Tsung- no matter. The end aproaches fast, and we need the Tao
Te Zhans power. Not even Grave can know of this. I have peered into his..
soul i guess, but...still we have to be carefull.
Templar- we shall be.
Shang Tsung- and as for the guests we are having. The Tao Te Zhan shall be prove to be their greatest suprise. Hahahaha.
Templar smiled. Shang Tsungs laughter assured him of the evolution his
friend made. under the frictionless surface of his visor, the giant relea-
sed a grim smile, fueling his rightfull desire for raining righteous fury.
Seidos fate was assured if they were to succeed. Now he had to attend the tournament only. Soon, all shall feel what is the true meaning of rage and suffering channelled into complete mastery of others.
Shang Tsung- only one question. Who has showed as your worst
opponent during our transmission through the portal below? Mine was
that bald bastard Quan Chi.
Templar- you should have figured that out by now Tsung...
...there was noone.
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Grave makes his way down into the deepest reaches of the castle, down into scortching heat, down to where even the braves men snap shortly after imprsoment. Grave has only one thing on his mind, unleashing the one being held at the center of all of this. He makes his way down the endless staircase, and into the short coriddor that leads into the center of the magma chamber. As he comes out of the corridor he sees the central platform with a stone slab centered in the middle. As he approaches it a sudden violent eruption shakes the the small walk way and throws Grave off the edge of the platform, tossing him into the lava pools below. His body hits the molten rock and sinks underneath in a pillar of fire. For a brieth moment, their is silence, followed by a second eruption. Grave's hand reaches out of the magma pillar and he step forward, still smoldering from his fall.
Grave- Clearly the gods don't approve of my being here.... However, I could care less of what they think. My goal is absolute.
Grave moves forward and as he reaches the outer ring of the central platform, he's stopped by a strong force, an invisible wall that serves to keep all intruders from unleashing the power inside. Unhindered, Grave extends his hand outward, touching the barrier. It glows with a faint light and unleashes some stray bolts of energy.
Grave- Pathetic.....
With a short thrust of his hand and a small amount of power, he manages to overload the barrier and is shatters like a paine of glass infornt of him.
Grave makes his way into the center of the stone platform. As he looks above him, he sees his goal. A cacoon made entirely out of power hangs in mid air. A silohutte can be made out, floating in it's center.
Grave looks around the slab and notices markings on the floor which lead to several murals. The murals are of shadow priests, each with skull face and a goblet in their hands. There is a central pool in the medal of the platform which is imbeded into the central slab. The deep red markings clearly show that a type of liquid is needed to open release the spell.
There is an inscription, written in an ancient dialect, long forgotten to all of the realms with the exception of the shadow priests. Being part alchemist, as well as of an untold age, Grave is able to decifer the runes with the wave of his hand.
Grave: I see, so human alchemy is what was used to seal your tomb. Kahn must've feared your power greatly to go to such extreme measures.
"All things are tied together.
To obtaine, something must be lost.
Man or beast, life or death,
The crimson elixer is what binds all
into a web of life."
"When enough is obtained,
and even more is lost,
The seven shadows will release their hold"
Grave: How typical. Blood.
Grave begins to create a ball of ethereal energy into his palms, gradually increasing it in size. The ball begins to give off a low howel. Inside the ball, the energy inside takes human shape. Grave raises the ball into the air and then launches it upwards, through the magma chamber's cieling and out into the open air of Einhiender Castle. The ball explodes into a brillaint light which engulfs the sky. The blast can be seen from as far as the Shadow Monastary.
Templar: That power... What is he up to?
Saika: Oh god what was that? It looked like a star just blew up.
Templar: I'm not entirely sure. But I believe that we will see the outcome of this later on.
Void take out his cigarette and lights it
Void: How can you be so calm?
Templar: The burden that I carry with me serves as both, a curse and blessing. I've seen and experienced things that have all but stripped me of sensetivity and fear..
Saika and Void look at Templar in silence.
Back in the castle, outside as well as within, the silent corridors and the ruined sanctum start to fill with low howels. The cell doors fling open and the once dead prisoners walk again. They are only shadows of their former selves, but their existance is adiquite for the purpose at hand.
Warriors from long past, those who fought with King Jerrod as well as those that opposed Kahn's rule shuffled down into the center of the magma chamber towards Grave.
Within minutes, over 100 men have assembled in the center of the platform.
Grave: You've stood against Kahn before, no prepare to stand against him again. Offer yourselves to my power and I will provide for you, the vengence that you so rightly deserve!
The undead bow down to Grave as he unleashes a crimson tidal wave from his hands, obliterating the undead's physcial state and harvestin their blood and organs into a cyclone.
Grave raises his hands and then flings them into the center of the pool. The cyclone centers over the pool and begins to dispel the crimson elixer. The pool overflows with blood and it begins to seep down small canals, reaching the seven statues of the shadow priests. The canals form a transmutation circle on the ground.
Grave: And now, I release you.
His right arm lights up with six chevrons as he plunges it into the pool of blood, unleashing a surge of energy. The energy follows the canals of blood and into the statues.
The statues' eyes begin to glow and blood drips from their mouth and into the goblets below. Suddenely, the statues surge with power and crumble to the ground, releasing their essence.
The cacoon begins to lower to the ground, stoping in the middle of the circle, and floating several inches above the ground. The silohette inside opens it's eyes and stretches it's limbs. With a defening roar it shatters the crystal and plants its feet on the ground for the first time in almost 500 years.
Grave: Welcome. Now come we have much to do. It's time for you to carry out your revenge on Kahn......
Catalyst lets out a low growel when he hears the name "Kahn".
Grave: That's it, feed of your anger, use it to make you stronger. Kain and Able, the hour is yours....
Grave- Clearly the gods don't approve of my being here.... However, I could care less of what they think. My goal is absolute.
Grave moves forward and as he reaches the outer ring of the central platform, he's stopped by a strong force, an invisible wall that serves to keep all intruders from unleashing the power inside. Unhindered, Grave extends his hand outward, touching the barrier. It glows with a faint light and unleashes some stray bolts of energy.
Grave- Pathetic.....
With a short thrust of his hand and a small amount of power, he manages to overload the barrier and is shatters like a paine of glass infornt of him.
Grave makes his way into the center of the stone platform. As he looks above him, he sees his goal. A cacoon made entirely out of power hangs in mid air. A silohutte can be made out, floating in it's center.
Grave looks around the slab and notices markings on the floor which lead to several murals. The murals are of shadow priests, each with skull face and a goblet in their hands. There is a central pool in the medal of the platform which is imbeded into the central slab. The deep red markings clearly show that a type of liquid is needed to open release the spell.
There is an inscription, written in an ancient dialect, long forgotten to all of the realms with the exception of the shadow priests. Being part alchemist, as well as of an untold age, Grave is able to decifer the runes with the wave of his hand.
Grave: I see, so human alchemy is what was used to seal your tomb. Kahn must've feared your power greatly to go to such extreme measures.
"All things are tied together.
To obtaine, something must be lost.
Man or beast, life or death,
The crimson elixer is what binds all
into a web of life."
"When enough is obtained,
and even more is lost,
The seven shadows will release their hold"
Grave: How typical. Blood.
Grave begins to create a ball of ethereal energy into his palms, gradually increasing it in size. The ball begins to give off a low howel. Inside the ball, the energy inside takes human shape. Grave raises the ball into the air and then launches it upwards, through the magma chamber's cieling and out into the open air of Einhiender Castle. The ball explodes into a brillaint light which engulfs the sky. The blast can be seen from as far as the Shadow Monastary.
Templar: That power... What is he up to?
Saika: Oh god what was that? It looked like a star just blew up.
Templar: I'm not entirely sure. But I believe that we will see the outcome of this later on.
Void take out his cigarette and lights it
Void: How can you be so calm?
Templar: The burden that I carry with me serves as both, a curse and blessing. I've seen and experienced things that have all but stripped me of sensetivity and fear..
Saika and Void look at Templar in silence.
Back in the castle, outside as well as within, the silent corridors and the ruined sanctum start to fill with low howels. The cell doors fling open and the once dead prisoners walk again. They are only shadows of their former selves, but their existance is adiquite for the purpose at hand.
Warriors from long past, those who fought with King Jerrod as well as those that opposed Kahn's rule shuffled down into the center of the magma chamber towards Grave.
Within minutes, over 100 men have assembled in the center of the platform.
Grave: You've stood against Kahn before, no prepare to stand against him again. Offer yourselves to my power and I will provide for you, the vengence that you so rightly deserve!
The undead bow down to Grave as he unleashes a crimson tidal wave from his hands, obliterating the undead's physcial state and harvestin their blood and organs into a cyclone.
Grave raises his hands and then flings them into the center of the pool. The cyclone centers over the pool and begins to dispel the crimson elixer. The pool overflows with blood and it begins to seep down small canals, reaching the seven statues of the shadow priests. The canals form a transmutation circle on the ground.
Grave: And now, I release you.
His right arm lights up with six chevrons as he plunges it into the pool of blood, unleashing a surge of energy. The energy follows the canals of blood and into the statues.
The statues' eyes begin to glow and blood drips from their mouth and into the goblets below. Suddenely, the statues surge with power and crumble to the ground, releasing their essence.
The cacoon begins to lower to the ground, stoping in the middle of the circle, and floating several inches above the ground. The silohette inside opens it's eyes and stretches it's limbs. With a defening roar it shatters the crystal and plants its feet on the ground for the first time in almost 500 years.
Grave: Welcome. Now come we have much to do. It's time for you to carry out your revenge on Kahn......
Catalyst lets out a low growel when he hears the name "Kahn".
Grave: That's it, feed of your anger, use it to make you stronger. Kain and Able, the hour is yours....
The warlords tool, the rulers crown, the princes rule, the parents progeny, the wisemens mind...yet I reside in the heart of each of them. What am I?
Shang Tsung- a riddle, first of the seven.
Templar- put aside the book for the sake of the Gods, we've got company!
Shang Tsung slapped the sacred book and the sides closed. The jokey brown eyes looked up from under the centuries old forehead. The sudden green flash from deep inside highlighted his delight of combat.
Shang Tsung- good, I was getting out of shape recently. Things are
always exciting around you my friend.
Templar smiled and attached his faceless helmet once again. The monastery was surrounded by a no smaller horde of tarkatans than back in Outworlds prime under Kahns rule. For tsung it was a time of great pro-fit, for Templar, it was slumbering.
Tsung- a few hundreds of them. I guess that the vermin didn't wanted to
go without saying goodbye.
Templar- indeed. They look like they're about to attack. How amusing.
Voids and Saikas -among the others- footsteps echo from the behind of the paur as they finally reach the balcony facing the Monastery entrances.
Void- with all that noise, one can't get enough sleep. As if the death
moans weren't enough.
Saika- attackers?
Templar- fleshdolls.
Saika and Tsung- fleshdolls?
Templar- yes. They wither away after you play with them. -he clenched his gauntlet. The scream of the steel screeched through the fields. The tarka-tans looked up.
Surrender NOW!
Templars glowing light from beyond the visor tightened. The haze has lifted and he easily recognised the asasulter from the previous battle. Back when he first traced Saika.
Saika- we take care of them if we...
Templar- no. Rest.
Saika- but thats th...
Templar- trust me.
Saika- for some reason you want me to stay behind. Fine! We shall see
how the two you fare against the horde of thees... argh, damn you! There's
more behind it right? -she walked away in anger.
Void- women. Well, take care, and at least live untill the tournament.. my-
lord Templar. -he lighted another cigarette and walked back in slow pace.
The sorcerer and the knight looked at each other. They both knew who sent the vermin and why. Much to the displeasure of other the Tao The Zhan has been opened. little time remained. The both jumped.
Hundreds of pounds of steel shook the ground when the paladin landed after a lethal fall. The tarkatans backed. This wasn't the kind of answer they wanted.
Templar and Shang Tsung began to smile and the sorceror spoke:
Let me tell you how its gonna be, Im gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me...
...then hell broke loose...
the tarkatans were apalled by the fact that their ranks were invaded by two, TWO single individuals who actually thought they can berak their lines. But aparently they not only thought so, but they actually did it also.
Where the long nailed fingers of Shang Tsung failed, the clenched ham-mer of templars fist succeeded. Where pure raw strenght didn't worked, the finesse found it's way.
The leader backed a step. Who were they? Enjoying the slaughter with thin smiles and with the everyday expertise he could have only dreamed of.
"we are, the lethal dancer,
we are, the only answer"
Templar grabbed two tarkatan blades and impaled them into each of the users face. The snap[ping sound followed, as his grasp slammed the two craniums into pieces.
we're taking the beating, this isn't what supposed to happen. This is ridiculous, we're tarkatans!
*
"Stripped from soul, we want you dead,
But whats inside of us, youll never know"
Shang Tsung avoided a swipe with a leaning and in his smile kicked the dust into the warriors eyes, then he made sure he remained blind by pushing his fingernails into the eyesockets.
My men are falling to the onslught, what aer theese? men or demons? This is bad, the attack must press on!
*
"we are, bipolar gods,
we are, you'll know what we are"
Templar launched an assault on the enclosing tarkatas. Safe from blades in his hideous plating, he bashed and cracked skulls and bones as they dragged him down. Shang Tsung began his casting...
Somebody must help! The tao The Zhan is only a book on that goddamn sorcerers belt! Somebody must get it or...
*
"Put your trust in our agression,
We will not repent - this is our religion!"
Shang Tsungs laughter echoed through the field as his green globe of blinding power drained everything from life in the near. Falling, suffocating lumps of meat fell to the ground with extracted blades from their forearms.
The battle was over. As the chanting ended, two hundred and fourty men lay dead on the battlefield thanks to two single individuals. One of them the very definition of vileness, the other, an engine of crawling onlivion. When combined
***
Shang Tsung- tell me maggot, who sent you? Either way, you won't leave
without a good torture, or you rather give up your soul with a fight. I prefer
the latter.
Tarkatan commander- if you let me live, my lords will kill me, you know
that!
Shang Tsung- tell me something I don't already know.
The tarkatan laughed and impaled his jaws with his blade. Sadly, also his brains were afffected by his amateur surgery. The gore splattered on the sorcerors face.
Shang Tung -rubbing the gore away with annoyance- they're developing. It
seems that Onaga threatened them even more than Kahn supposed to
have.
Templar- you can't find cowards everywhere, especially not on the battle-
field if there's a fight.
Shang Tsung- now I know why I miss Liu Kang so badly. But that matter
has to wait. It seems that you've got company.
Templar lokoed back from his shoulders and saw his former pursuer in full glory. The torn flags. The bloody naginata. The interlocking plate armor.
The bruises on his face. The pouring blood from behind his armor...???
Templar- you have your guts handed to you.
Hotaru- save your sarcasm. I've came to see our agreement is fullfilled.
Koshaku, Seido needs your...skills. And she needs them badly.
Templar- Dairou?
Hotaru- disappeared. I think he's leaving the whole armageddon behind. The cowr...-he bit his lips. hotarus hot headedness and judicative behavior always got the best of him. First with Shujinko, and later with the warrior na-med Sub-Zero.
Templar- I'll go.
Hotaru- WHEN?
Shang Tsung sat down to further examine the book. As he opened it, a bright blue light emanated from it's pages. The riddle had to be solved. One careless spelling or word, and his fate is sealed another way around.
Templar- you don't have the rights to demand, especially now!
Hotaru- since when were you concerned about anything? No wonder you were signed as a.... -Hotaru bit himself hard this time. The visors on the knights helm flashed blood red with rage.
Saika opened the monastery doors and rushed forward with short, care-full steps. He heard the voices and saw the whole massacre. Now that templar suddenly fell chillingly silen she was worried for a sec...
The gauntlet pounded on the seidan war heroes jaw. Hotaru then flew backwards, his infantry flags bending under his weight. As he tried to get up he saw the marching Templar, not Koshaku, but Templar before him.
Hotaru- oh to hells...
Templar- YOU don't know anything about my condition, You don't wanted
to know about my condition, You we're always about the precious laws
and codes you adhered to!
Hotaru -fallen more silent- it is our life to live by the Code.
Templar- I KNOW! I KNEW! Almost better than anyone! And where did it
led? I have to fight a battle each day what I cannot win! Excuse me for not
being pure bread like YOU!
Hotaru- what?
Templar- oh this is rich! You didn't even know... have you ever wondered
why you were so special? Why were you physically and emotionally more
stronger than any of us? .
Hotaru- becouse I adher...
Templar- NO! Becouse you have elemental blood. I had to master the few
spills of blood to reign over metal and ore, but you controll magma and
fire with ease! Your hair, your eyes, your overly-cold damnable spirit that
sent me to slumber through years! Damn you Hotaru, you're everything I
ever dreamed to be! And look what I became!
Hotarus face gave a painfull expression. Shang Tsungs armor and it's particles slid down from the bearers body, recosntructing itself like a sentient being, revealing the...
...Scarred tattoo of the circular dragon tattoo, whats biting into it's own tail. it brimmed with energies: all the absorbed pain, and the wounds decora-ting Koshakus body. His appendages, burned in a horrible manner with thin lashes, points of burned pins, everything he could have imagined in his worst dreams.
Hotaru- by the gods...We supposed to work together, not verbally assault each other..for now. I have my principles.
Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow and pretended to look suprised. Then he quickly sunk into the Tao The Zhan.
Templar- calm and collected melting into his armor- remember it well.
Then look at your precious council. This is their handywork.
Hotaru- impossible. It can't be.
Templar-Hows it feel to be the new abortion? I'm the only Seidan to suffer
complete castigation.
Hotaru- if, if what you say is true, than... his eyes closed, something bur-
ned inside his head behind the eyes. His mouth grinned, then gnarled, ...
shall burn down Seido and rebuild it single handedly if I have to!
Saika- my gods, you two of all people all have issues. It's like your god-
damn pride of superiority and the lack of innovation is geting the best of
you all! Work together for hells sake!
???-that is if they live to do so, that is!
All of them looked to the shady figure, cloaked in darkness thanks to the setting sun behind him. He clearly had the adwantage. Not even Tsungs concentration could have picked up his stalk. The warrior was completely black and the glowing sharp white light out of his eyes struck all of them with pain. The constant humming sound of circuiting energies slowly raised the light of aprehension inside the sorcerer.
???- clearly, elaborating with Shang Tsung, bringing to chaos in Seido
into other realms, striding carelessly through the worlds...I could have
expected better from you Koshaku.
Templar- who the...
Shang Tsung- HAHAHAHAHA! This is the joke of the millenia! The deity of
thunder personally sees to it that his precious homeworld is intact, even if
it means slaying others! HAHAHAHAHA!
Raiden- laugh now, but this time, your means of escape are anulled. -the thundering discharge of electricity from high above would have been fully enough to vaporize all of them in the instant. However that did not happen.
Raiden- all of them at once. i mourn for your lo...WHAT?
Shang Tsung- you weak, pathetic excuse for a deity. Even the god of blindness would have sensed my growing power! But you didn't! And now, farewell thunder god!
And in a flash. Shang tsung dispelled Raidens electric presence, allowing them to displace to the monastery chambers. When all of them got better from the sudden teleport, a voice asked a question in the darkness:
Templar-how did you found the asnwer?
Tsung- the young lady here answered the question by mere accident.
"The warlords tool, the rulers crown, the princes rule, the parents progeny, the wisemens mind...yet I reside in the heart of each of them. What am I?"
Hotaru- it's easy...
Saika- let me guess...
Pride.
Shang Tsung- a riddle, first of the seven.
Templar- put aside the book for the sake of the Gods, we've got company!
Shang Tsung slapped the sacred book and the sides closed. The jokey brown eyes looked up from under the centuries old forehead. The sudden green flash from deep inside highlighted his delight of combat.
Shang Tsung- good, I was getting out of shape recently. Things are
always exciting around you my friend.
Templar smiled and attached his faceless helmet once again. The monastery was surrounded by a no smaller horde of tarkatans than back in Outworlds prime under Kahns rule. For tsung it was a time of great pro-fit, for Templar, it was slumbering.
Tsung- a few hundreds of them. I guess that the vermin didn't wanted to
go without saying goodbye.
Templar- indeed. They look like they're about to attack. How amusing.
Voids and Saikas -among the others- footsteps echo from the behind of the paur as they finally reach the balcony facing the Monastery entrances.
Void- with all that noise, one can't get enough sleep. As if the death
moans weren't enough.
Saika- attackers?
Templar- fleshdolls.
Saika and Tsung- fleshdolls?
Templar- yes. They wither away after you play with them. -he clenched his gauntlet. The scream of the steel screeched through the fields. The tarka-tans looked up.
Surrender NOW!
Templars glowing light from beyond the visor tightened. The haze has lifted and he easily recognised the asasulter from the previous battle. Back when he first traced Saika.
Saika- we take care of them if we...
Templar- no. Rest.
Saika- but thats th...
Templar- trust me.
Saika- for some reason you want me to stay behind. Fine! We shall see
how the two you fare against the horde of thees... argh, damn you! There's
more behind it right? -she walked away in anger.
Void- women. Well, take care, and at least live untill the tournament.. my-
lord Templar. -he lighted another cigarette and walked back in slow pace.
The sorcerer and the knight looked at each other. They both knew who sent the vermin and why. Much to the displeasure of other the Tao The Zhan has been opened. little time remained. The both jumped.
Hundreds of pounds of steel shook the ground when the paladin landed after a lethal fall. The tarkatans backed. This wasn't the kind of answer they wanted.
Templar and Shang Tsung began to smile and the sorceror spoke:
Let me tell you how its gonna be, Im gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me...
...then hell broke loose...
the tarkatans were apalled by the fact that their ranks were invaded by two, TWO single individuals who actually thought they can berak their lines. But aparently they not only thought so, but they actually did it also.
Where the long nailed fingers of Shang Tsung failed, the clenched ham-mer of templars fist succeeded. Where pure raw strenght didn't worked, the finesse found it's way.
The leader backed a step. Who were they? Enjoying the slaughter with thin smiles and with the everyday expertise he could have only dreamed of.
"we are, the lethal dancer,
we are, the only answer"
Templar grabbed two tarkatan blades and impaled them into each of the users face. The snap[ping sound followed, as his grasp slammed the two craniums into pieces.
we're taking the beating, this isn't what supposed to happen. This is ridiculous, we're tarkatans!
*
"Stripped from soul, we want you dead,
But whats inside of us, youll never know"
Shang Tsung avoided a swipe with a leaning and in his smile kicked the dust into the warriors eyes, then he made sure he remained blind by pushing his fingernails into the eyesockets.
My men are falling to the onslught, what aer theese? men or demons? This is bad, the attack must press on!
*
"we are, bipolar gods,
we are, you'll know what we are"
Templar launched an assault on the enclosing tarkatas. Safe from blades in his hideous plating, he bashed and cracked skulls and bones as they dragged him down. Shang Tsung began his casting...
Somebody must help! The tao The Zhan is only a book on that goddamn sorcerers belt! Somebody must get it or...
*
"Put your trust in our agression,
We will not repent - this is our religion!"
Shang Tsungs laughter echoed through the field as his green globe of blinding power drained everything from life in the near. Falling, suffocating lumps of meat fell to the ground with extracted blades from their forearms.
The battle was over. As the chanting ended, two hundred and fourty men lay dead on the battlefield thanks to two single individuals. One of them the very definition of vileness, the other, an engine of crawling onlivion. When combined
***
Shang Tsung- tell me maggot, who sent you? Either way, you won't leave
without a good torture, or you rather give up your soul with a fight. I prefer
the latter.
Tarkatan commander- if you let me live, my lords will kill me, you know
that!
Shang Tsung- tell me something I don't already know.
The tarkatan laughed and impaled his jaws with his blade. Sadly, also his brains were afffected by his amateur surgery. The gore splattered on the sorcerors face.
Shang Tung -rubbing the gore away with annoyance- they're developing. It
seems that Onaga threatened them even more than Kahn supposed to
have.
Templar- you can't find cowards everywhere, especially not on the battle-
field if there's a fight.
Shang Tsung- now I know why I miss Liu Kang so badly. But that matter
has to wait. It seems that you've got company.
Templar lokoed back from his shoulders and saw his former pursuer in full glory. The torn flags. The bloody naginata. The interlocking plate armor.
The bruises on his face. The pouring blood from behind his armor...???
Templar- you have your guts handed to you.
Hotaru- save your sarcasm. I've came to see our agreement is fullfilled.
Koshaku, Seido needs your...skills. And she needs them badly.
Templar- Dairou?
Hotaru- disappeared. I think he's leaving the whole armageddon behind. The cowr...-he bit his lips. hotarus hot headedness and judicative behavior always got the best of him. First with Shujinko, and later with the warrior na-med Sub-Zero.
Templar- I'll go.
Hotaru- WHEN?
Shang Tsung sat down to further examine the book. As he opened it, a bright blue light emanated from it's pages. The riddle had to be solved. One careless spelling or word, and his fate is sealed another way around.
Templar- you don't have the rights to demand, especially now!
Hotaru- since when were you concerned about anything? No wonder you were signed as a.... -Hotaru bit himself hard this time. The visors on the knights helm flashed blood red with rage.
Saika opened the monastery doors and rushed forward with short, care-full steps. He heard the voices and saw the whole massacre. Now that templar suddenly fell chillingly silen she was worried for a sec...
The gauntlet pounded on the seidan war heroes jaw. Hotaru then flew backwards, his infantry flags bending under his weight. As he tried to get up he saw the marching Templar, not Koshaku, but Templar before him.
Hotaru- oh to hells...
Templar- YOU don't know anything about my condition, You don't wanted
to know about my condition, You we're always about the precious laws
and codes you adhered to!
Hotaru -fallen more silent- it is our life to live by the Code.
Templar- I KNOW! I KNEW! Almost better than anyone! And where did it
led? I have to fight a battle each day what I cannot win! Excuse me for not
being pure bread like YOU!
Hotaru- what?
Templar- oh this is rich! You didn't even know... have you ever wondered
why you were so special? Why were you physically and emotionally more
stronger than any of us? .
Hotaru- becouse I adher...
Templar- NO! Becouse you have elemental blood. I had to master the few
spills of blood to reign over metal and ore, but you controll magma and
fire with ease! Your hair, your eyes, your overly-cold damnable spirit that
sent me to slumber through years! Damn you Hotaru, you're everything I
ever dreamed to be! And look what I became!
Hotarus face gave a painfull expression. Shang Tsungs armor and it's particles slid down from the bearers body, recosntructing itself like a sentient being, revealing the...
...Scarred tattoo of the circular dragon tattoo, whats biting into it's own tail. it brimmed with energies: all the absorbed pain, and the wounds decora-ting Koshakus body. His appendages, burned in a horrible manner with thin lashes, points of burned pins, everything he could have imagined in his worst dreams.
Hotaru- by the gods...We supposed to work together, not verbally assault each other..for now. I have my principles.
Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow and pretended to look suprised. Then he quickly sunk into the Tao The Zhan.
Templar- calm and collected melting into his armor- remember it well.
Then look at your precious council. This is their handywork.
Hotaru- impossible. It can't be.
Templar-Hows it feel to be the new abortion? I'm the only Seidan to suffer
complete castigation.
Hotaru- if, if what you say is true, than... his eyes closed, something bur-
ned inside his head behind the eyes. His mouth grinned, then gnarled, ...
shall burn down Seido and rebuild it single handedly if I have to!
Saika- my gods, you two of all people all have issues. It's like your god-
damn pride of superiority and the lack of innovation is geting the best of
you all! Work together for hells sake!
???-that is if they live to do so, that is!
All of them looked to the shady figure, cloaked in darkness thanks to the setting sun behind him. He clearly had the adwantage. Not even Tsungs concentration could have picked up his stalk. The warrior was completely black and the glowing sharp white light out of his eyes struck all of them with pain. The constant humming sound of circuiting energies slowly raised the light of aprehension inside the sorcerer.
???- clearly, elaborating with Shang Tsung, bringing to chaos in Seido
into other realms, striding carelessly through the worlds...I could have
expected better from you Koshaku.
Templar- who the...
Shang Tsung- HAHAHAHAHA! This is the joke of the millenia! The deity of
thunder personally sees to it that his precious homeworld is intact, even if
it means slaying others! HAHAHAHAHA!
Raiden- laugh now, but this time, your means of escape are anulled. -the thundering discharge of electricity from high above would have been fully enough to vaporize all of them in the instant. However that did not happen.
Raiden- all of them at once. i mourn for your lo...WHAT?
Shang Tsung- you weak, pathetic excuse for a deity. Even the god of blindness would have sensed my growing power! But you didn't! And now, farewell thunder god!
And in a flash. Shang tsung dispelled Raidens electric presence, allowing them to displace to the monastery chambers. When all of them got better from the sudden teleport, a voice asked a question in the darkness:
Templar-how did you found the asnwer?
Tsung- the young lady here answered the question by mere accident.
"The warlords tool, the rulers crown, the princes rule, the parents progeny, the wisemens mind...yet I reside in the heart of each of them. What am I?"
Hotaru- it's easy...
Saika- let me guess...
Pride.
About Me
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As the warriors gathered inside of the monastary Shang Tsung opened up the ancient tome once again and began reciting the first riddle. He ran his hand slightly above the pages of the novel, highlighting the tome's writing with his deep green glowing energy as he began reciting it.
Shang Tsung:The warlords tool, the rulers crown, the princes rule, the parents progeny, the wisemens mind...yet I reside in the heart of each of them. What am I?
Shang Tsung took a deep breath and recited the answer with his exhale.
Shang Tsung: .......Pride
The Tao The Zhen began to glow with a gold aura as it's pages began to come to life with power. The light erupted through the monostary hallways for a brief instant before dieing back down and with it closing the tome in the process.
Shang Tsung tries to reopen the book in order to proceed to the next riddle but the tome wont open, clasping itself shut with a magic seal.
Shang Tsung: It appears that the tome has a mind of its own. Very well, it will open when the time is right.
Shang Tsung puts the tome inside the belt to keep it safe.
Void takes a puff from his cigarette before opening his mouth to say something.
Void: So does that book do more than just provide a pretty light show?
Shang Tsung: Your ignorance is refreshing. What it does is none of your concern mortal. In time, you'll come to see it's true power, if you live long enough.
Void was about to make a move towards the sorcerer, but he could see Templar behind him, advising against it. From what he knew about Templar, it would be best to heed his advice so Void stepped down.
Void: Well then, I'll make sure that I don't die before that happens. I'm outta here.
With that, Void takes one last puff from his cigarette before droping it on the ground and steping on it, putting it out with his foot. He truns around and walks away with his hands in his coat.
Saika: Templar, what exactly is going on here? How do you know Shang Tsung? Please, tell me.
Templar: All will be revealed in due time......
Saika: Argh!!! There's just no getting through to you is there? Fine!!! I'll talk to you later.
Saika's frame glows with a shadowy flame and her eyes light up with a violet glare before she vanishes out of sight.
Templar lets out a deep sigh from under his face plate.
Shang Tsung: Such a fiery spirit, she would do well in our army. Wouldn't you agree Templar?
Templar: Perhaps, but I don't want her harmed. She has proven to be more than a trust worthy companion here, something very rare indeed.
Shang Tsung: Why Templar, do I sense some campasion towards that woman? Have all these years made you soft?
Templar: Compasion? No, but I feel that she is somebody I can truely call a friend. Her strong nature and incredible ability to adapt to an enviroment is impressive. She has already settled to the constant chaos in Outworld.
Shang Tsung: I see, impressive. Very well, for now, she remains unharmed, but after this is all over, I wont gaurantee that she'll live through this.
?????- Cocky as always sorcerer. Although your power has grown, you still haven't changed from 500 years ago.
Both Templar and Shang Tsung turn their heads into the darkness. Templar lights up his hand to illuminate the corner with his power of fire. Surprisingly, they find nothing there. Suddenly, they hear the sound of loose pebbles falling onto the ground beneath them. As they look up they see a figure fall from one of the high corners of the monistary in a power dive. The figure lands on his feet, squatting down before rising back up with his cloak spread across the floor and his face under his hood.
Shang Tsung: Well, if isn't the aparition. Tell me, did you find what you were looking for in Einhiender Castle?
The figure looks up from under his hood with a red glow in his right eye. With a low and vicious tone he answers.
Grave: Yes, I found what I was looking for. And know, just like you he will join me in due time.
Shang Tsung: I have no idea what you're talking about, but I do not care. IN time I will assume enough power that even the gods will tremble.
Grave's right eye glows with a bit of power and Shang Tsung feels a bit weak, slightly collapsing on one knee be regaining his compsure.
Grave: You tried to hide the existanceof that Tao The Zahn from me, hoping to increase your ranks with the army found in limbo. How........pathetic.
Tsung's eyes glow with anger, he is the mightiest sorcerer in Outworld, he will not stand for this.
Grave: Nevertheless, I'll give you your opportunity to do so. Until then, I look forward to our next encounter.
Grave's right eye glows from under the hood as he fades from sight.
Templar: Well, what did you find out about him? We still know very little about this fighter.
Shang Tsung: Nothing. I couldn't peer into his soul, he is able to somehow block my power.... Regardless, we have work to do. Come it's almost time.
Shang Tsung:The warlords tool, the rulers crown, the princes rule, the parents progeny, the wisemens mind...yet I reside in the heart of each of them. What am I?
Shang Tsung took a deep breath and recited the answer with his exhale.
Shang Tsung: .......Pride
The Tao The Zhen began to glow with a gold aura as it's pages began to come to life with power. The light erupted through the monostary hallways for a brief instant before dieing back down and with it closing the tome in the process.
Shang Tsung tries to reopen the book in order to proceed to the next riddle but the tome wont open, clasping itself shut with a magic seal.
Shang Tsung: It appears that the tome has a mind of its own. Very well, it will open when the time is right.
Shang Tsung puts the tome inside the belt to keep it safe.
Void takes a puff from his cigarette before opening his mouth to say something.
Void: So does that book do more than just provide a pretty light show?
Shang Tsung: Your ignorance is refreshing. What it does is none of your concern mortal. In time, you'll come to see it's true power, if you live long enough.
Void was about to make a move towards the sorcerer, but he could see Templar behind him, advising against it. From what he knew about Templar, it would be best to heed his advice so Void stepped down.
Void: Well then, I'll make sure that I don't die before that happens. I'm outta here.
With that, Void takes one last puff from his cigarette before droping it on the ground and steping on it, putting it out with his foot. He truns around and walks away with his hands in his coat.
Saika: Templar, what exactly is going on here? How do you know Shang Tsung? Please, tell me.
Templar: All will be revealed in due time......
Saika: Argh!!! There's just no getting through to you is there? Fine!!! I'll talk to you later.
Saika's frame glows with a shadowy flame and her eyes light up with a violet glare before she vanishes out of sight.
Templar lets out a deep sigh from under his face plate.
Shang Tsung: Such a fiery spirit, she would do well in our army. Wouldn't you agree Templar?
Templar: Perhaps, but I don't want her harmed. She has proven to be more than a trust worthy companion here, something very rare indeed.
Shang Tsung: Why Templar, do I sense some campasion towards that woman? Have all these years made you soft?
Templar: Compasion? No, but I feel that she is somebody I can truely call a friend. Her strong nature and incredible ability to adapt to an enviroment is impressive. She has already settled to the constant chaos in Outworld.
Shang Tsung: I see, impressive. Very well, for now, she remains unharmed, but after this is all over, I wont gaurantee that she'll live through this.
?????- Cocky as always sorcerer. Although your power has grown, you still haven't changed from 500 years ago.
Both Templar and Shang Tsung turn their heads into the darkness. Templar lights up his hand to illuminate the corner with his power of fire. Surprisingly, they find nothing there. Suddenly, they hear the sound of loose pebbles falling onto the ground beneath them. As they look up they see a figure fall from one of the high corners of the monistary in a power dive. The figure lands on his feet, squatting down before rising back up with his cloak spread across the floor and his face under his hood.
Shang Tsung: Well, if isn't the aparition. Tell me, did you find what you were looking for in Einhiender Castle?
The figure looks up from under his hood with a red glow in his right eye. With a low and vicious tone he answers.
Grave: Yes, I found what I was looking for. And know, just like you he will join me in due time.
Shang Tsung: I have no idea what you're talking about, but I do not care. IN time I will assume enough power that even the gods will tremble.
Grave's right eye glows with a bit of power and Shang Tsung feels a bit weak, slightly collapsing on one knee be regaining his compsure.
Grave: You tried to hide the existanceof that Tao The Zahn from me, hoping to increase your ranks with the army found in limbo. How........pathetic.
Tsung's eyes glow with anger, he is the mightiest sorcerer in Outworld, he will not stand for this.
Grave: Nevertheless, I'll give you your opportunity to do so. Until then, I look forward to our next encounter.
Grave's right eye glows from under the hood as he fades from sight.
Templar: Well, what did you find out about him? We still know very little about this fighter.
Shang Tsung: Nothing. I couldn't peer into his soul, he is able to somehow block my power.... Regardless, we have work to do. Come it's almost time.
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Outworld:Shau Kahn's Throne room.
Shau Kahn- i can help you destroy your merderer scorpion
Scorpion- help me? I DON"T NEED YOUR HELP!
Shau Kahn- But i know where he is.
Scorpion- WHERE IS HE!
Shau Kahn- Bring him in.
Kano- Yes sir!
SK- Ah here he is!
Reptile- You will die today for th....is!
Ref- Round 1.... FIGHT!
scorp. spear
Scorpion- GET OVER HERE!
SK- AHHHHHHHHHH!
REF- SCORPION WINS.......... FATALITY!
Scorpion- Now your turn Kano!
Kano- AHHHHHHH!
REF- Fatality.....2!
Scorpion- Now for you REPTILE!
Reptile- You will lose!
REF- FIGHT!
Rep. acid rain
Scorp.- acid does not phase ME REPTILE!
REF- AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Scorpion- Thanks........
REP- What......AHHHHHHHH!
Scorpion- I win.....FATALITY
To be continued later........
Shau Kahn- i can help you destroy your merderer scorpion
Scorpion- help me? I DON"T NEED YOUR HELP!
Shau Kahn- But i know where he is.
Scorpion- WHERE IS HE!
Shau Kahn- Bring him in.
Kano- Yes sir!
SK- Ah here he is!
Reptile- You will die today for th....is!
Ref- Round 1.... FIGHT!
scorp. spear
Scorpion- GET OVER HERE!
SK- AHHHHHHHHHH!
REF- SCORPION WINS.......... FATALITY!
Scorpion- Now your turn Kano!
Kano- AHHHHHHH!
REF- Fatality.....2!
Scorpion- Now for you REPTILE!
Reptile- You will lose!
REF- FIGHT!
Rep. acid rain
Scorp.- acid does not phase ME REPTILE!
REF- AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Scorpion- Thanks........
REP- What......AHHHHHHHH!
Scorpion- I win.....FATALITY
To be continued later........
About Me
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Name- Oleen
Realm- Outworld
Alignment- Good
Clan- Tarkatans
Sex- Female
Allies- Mileena, Jade, Kitana
Enemies- Baraka
Story- Oleen was a Outworld mutant forced by Baraka to fight for Shao Kahn. Oleen had no choice but to accept. Her best friend Mileena saw her in her time of struggle, as much as she detested Edenia, she secretly sent her through the portal to Edenia, where she would become pure, but before she left, Mileena forced her to promise that she would return to Outworld, to avoid suspicion from Baraka. Oleen made her promised and left for the portal.
Alternate Story- once Oleen stepped upon Edenian soil, she became pure and holy, but she still remained looking like a gruesome tarkatan creature, Jade found her, she intened on killing her, but she sensed good in her heart. She took her to Kitana, who casted a spell of beauty upon her. Oleen then stayed in Edenia for many seasons, fighting as a freedom fighter along with Jade and the princess, and slowly forgot about her promise.
Hair- Black, goes down to center of back
Eyes- Brown
Costume- Similar to Jade's alternate, but white. Head band, hair down.
Fighting Styles- Fan Zi, Ba Gua (taught to by Jade, and Kitana)
Weapon- foot long tarkatan like blades sticking out of the 2nd bend of her fingers (10) (put a ruler on that part and see what it's like)
and uh, Shau Khan, it's actually...
The Earth was created in 6 days, and so too shall it be destroyed. and on the 7th day, mankind will rest... in peace.
Realm- Outworld
Alignment- Good
Clan- Tarkatans
Sex- Female
Allies- Mileena, Jade, Kitana
Enemies- Baraka
Story- Oleen was a Outworld mutant forced by Baraka to fight for Shao Kahn. Oleen had no choice but to accept. Her best friend Mileena saw her in her time of struggle, as much as she detested Edenia, she secretly sent her through the portal to Edenia, where she would become pure, but before she left, Mileena forced her to promise that she would return to Outworld, to avoid suspicion from Baraka. Oleen made her promised and left for the portal.
Alternate Story- once Oleen stepped upon Edenian soil, she became pure and holy, but she still remained looking like a gruesome tarkatan creature, Jade found her, she intened on killing her, but she sensed good in her heart. She took her to Kitana, who casted a spell of beauty upon her. Oleen then stayed in Edenia for many seasons, fighting as a freedom fighter along with Jade and the princess, and slowly forgot about her promise.
Hair- Black, goes down to center of back
Eyes- Brown
Costume- Similar to Jade's alternate, but white. Head band, hair down.
Fighting Styles- Fan Zi, Ba Gua (taught to by Jade, and Kitana)
Weapon- foot long tarkatan like blades sticking out of the 2nd bend of her fingers (10) (put a ruler on that part and see what it's like)
and uh, Shau Khan, it's actually...
The Earth was created in 6 days, and so too shall it be destroyed. and on the 7th day, mankind will rest... in peace.
About Me
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Huh?
About Me
art by fear-sAs0
OK, this has gotten ridiculous.
After the tarkatan invasion subsided, and the ancient tome closed as it's glow receeded, Saika left Shang Tsung and Templar to their own devices. She headed back to her chamber to prepare for the next stage of the tournament, grumbling to her self on the way their.
Saika: Of all the arrogant, selfsish, self centered, eggotistacl..........ARGH!!!
Saika walked into through the hallways, and entered the inner courtyard of the monostary, seeing as it was just across from her chamber. The moon shined high above the monastary, giving everything in the open a otherworldly but peacefull glow with a lunar outline on the shrubbery and fountains placed in the courtyard.
Unbeknownst to Saika, a familiar figure was also lurking in the courtyard shadows, waiting for her arrival.
Saika didn't even notice the figure until she had unknowingly passed by it and it called out to her.
Figure: It's been a long time hasn't it? Almost 6 years.
Saika stopped in her tracks, facing away from the figure, almost as if she was frozen solid. She began to weep uncontrolably, but refused to face the figure. Instead, Saika wrapped her arms around her self and lowered her head.
Saika: Leave me alone.
The figure pulls back his hood, revealing himself. His white hair, blue eyes, and azure uniform are trade marks of the same man who served under Sensui in the second tournament, the renegade Shinobi, Hatsuma.
Hatsuma: Saika, please.....
Saika: How could you? After that night, I thought I would never find you. i would wake up late at night crying out your name after seeing what you've done. Then I hear that you were killed in Mortal Kombat, and now you just walk back in, and to make it worse you're with that man.
Hatsuma: Saika, he gave me back my life.....
Saika: I think it's best that you should go.
Hatsuma: Saika, please, listen to me.
Saika only responds in a very cold tone: Leave.....
Hatsuma lets out a deep sigh as he puts the hood back on his had, and begins to depart. As he's about to leave, he notices that Saika's lotus flower, the same one Hatsuma gave her long ago is damaged, probably from one of her fights. Hatsuma decides to stay for one more moment.
He clenches his fist and it begins to glow with light. As he opens it up, a new lotus flower, made out of a rare gem stone found in Outworld sits in the palm of his hand. Carefully, he takes out the damaged one out of Saika's hair and replaces it with the new one.
Hatsuma: There, now at least part of me is with you.
With that, he departs. Saika lightly touches the lotus on her head and lets out one last tear before continuing to her chamber.
Several minutes, Saika lays on her bed as she crys herself to sleep. As she dreams she goes through all of the events that have happened to her in the past.
Saika remembers her training in the ninja temple at a young age, that's the first time she ever met Hatsuma and Koga.
Koga- C'mon Saika, let's see what you've got. Being the adoptee of the head Sifu, you should atleast know how to throw a punch.
Hatsuma: Koga, I wouldn't.
Saika, who's only 12 begins to cry and pout, and with one blind strike, she hits Koga across the face, knocking him down to the floor.
Hatsuma: I tried to warn you....
Saika: Humph, serves your right, stupid boy....
Koga gets back up and wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiles.
Koga: Good shot..... Bet'cha can't do it again.
Saika's dream flashes forward to a scene above a water fall. Across from her is Koga, now much older, dressed in a white and black uniform, his hair spiked and he know has a scar over his eye. On the other side of Koga is Hatsuma. Suddenly, the sound of running water begins to come into focus, and the bright sun puts the two ninjas in shadow. A cold breeze shoots through the trees, and Saika finds herself on two large stilts, over a rushing water fall. Suddenly Koga's voice breaks the silence.
Koga: C'mon, let's do this.
Hatsuma gives a slight nod at Saika and the both of them strike Koga in the center, Hatsuma with a strong front fist, and Saika with a swift kick to the mid-section. Koga quickly blocks the punch with one hand, and raises his knee, blocking Saika's kick where it lands. It's seems as if time stood still until Saika and Hatsuma both lurked down and delivered two kicks, one at head level, the other at shin. With impressive acrobatics, Saika flips through the center gap , land back on his feet.
Saika: No way.
Hatsuma lets out a slight smirk.
Suddenly, the area around Hatsuma turns black, and everything else shatters like glass, as Saika, Koga, and Hatsuma float in darkness. By this time Hatsuma has morphed into what he was under the service of Sensui, his eyes glow with dark fire, and his humanity lost.
Koga: Saika, stay back....
Koga goes into his wolf fighting stance and then rushes Hatsuma with a swift strike to the face. However, Hatsuma quickly pulls back and places his hand on Koga's chest.
Hatsuma: I end your suffering.
Suddenly, a spike shots through Koga's chest, and out of his back. Koga lets out a cough with blood, as the spike retracts, Koga's lifeless body falls to the ground.
As Hatsuma looks at Saika, his eyes show a deep sorrow, as he too gets impaled by a shadowy figure from the back, ending his life as well.
It's at this point that Saika lashes out.
Saika: Koga, Hatsuma!!!!!
She tries to move, but realizes that her whole body is entangled in the darkness. As she struggles, the darkness begins to cover her body, and in one motion rips off her kimono, covering her body instantly with a black shadow. Her screams are muffled, and she quickly wakes up from shear terror.
She finds her self starring at the ceiling of her chamber, breathing heavily. Suddenly, she realizes that her face is covered with a metal plating. Confused, she quickly removes it. The mask is of fine craftsmanship, she then realizes that her whole body is covered in a new outfit, her old kimono is laying in shredds underneath her. As she stands up,she feels an overwhelmig power course through her body. The outfit is the same shade of color that the darkness was in her dream. Not sure what to make of it, she tries to get things in order. As she relaxes, the outfit, receeds, and she's left there naked. She quickly decides to repair her old outfit, before somebody walks in on her. As she gets to work, the strange tattoo on her upper right shoulder begins to glow.
After the tarkatan invasion subsided, and the ancient tome closed as it's glow receeded, Saika left Shang Tsung and Templar to their own devices. She headed back to her chamber to prepare for the next stage of the tournament, grumbling to her self on the way their.
Saika: Of all the arrogant, selfsish, self centered, eggotistacl..........ARGH!!!
Saika walked into through the hallways, and entered the inner courtyard of the monostary, seeing as it was just across from her chamber. The moon shined high above the monastary, giving everything in the open a otherworldly but peacefull glow with a lunar outline on the shrubbery and fountains placed in the courtyard.
Unbeknownst to Saika, a familiar figure was also lurking in the courtyard shadows, waiting for her arrival.
Saika didn't even notice the figure until she had unknowingly passed by it and it called out to her.
Figure: It's been a long time hasn't it? Almost 6 years.
Saika stopped in her tracks, facing away from the figure, almost as if she was frozen solid. She began to weep uncontrolably, but refused to face the figure. Instead, Saika wrapped her arms around her self and lowered her head.
Saika: Leave me alone.
The figure pulls back his hood, revealing himself. His white hair, blue eyes, and azure uniform are trade marks of the same man who served under Sensui in the second tournament, the renegade Shinobi, Hatsuma.
Hatsuma: Saika, please.....
Saika: How could you? After that night, I thought I would never find you. i would wake up late at night crying out your name after seeing what you've done. Then I hear that you were killed in Mortal Kombat, and now you just walk back in, and to make it worse you're with that man.
Hatsuma: Saika, he gave me back my life.....
Saika: I think it's best that you should go.
Hatsuma: Saika, please, listen to me.
Saika only responds in a very cold tone: Leave.....
Hatsuma lets out a deep sigh as he puts the hood back on his had, and begins to depart. As he's about to leave, he notices that Saika's lotus flower, the same one Hatsuma gave her long ago is damaged, probably from one of her fights. Hatsuma decides to stay for one more moment.
He clenches his fist and it begins to glow with light. As he opens it up, a new lotus flower, made out of a rare gem stone found in Outworld sits in the palm of his hand. Carefully, he takes out the damaged one out of Saika's hair and replaces it with the new one.
Hatsuma: There, now at least part of me is with you.
With that, he departs. Saika lightly touches the lotus on her head and lets out one last tear before continuing to her chamber.
Several minutes, Saika lays on her bed as she crys herself to sleep. As she dreams she goes through all of the events that have happened to her in the past.
Saika remembers her training in the ninja temple at a young age, that's the first time she ever met Hatsuma and Koga.
Koga- C'mon Saika, let's see what you've got. Being the adoptee of the head Sifu, you should atleast know how to throw a punch.
Hatsuma: Koga, I wouldn't.
Saika, who's only 12 begins to cry and pout, and with one blind strike, she hits Koga across the face, knocking him down to the floor.
Hatsuma: I tried to warn you....
Saika: Humph, serves your right, stupid boy....
Koga gets back up and wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiles.
Koga: Good shot..... Bet'cha can't do it again.
Saika's dream flashes forward to a scene above a water fall. Across from her is Koga, now much older, dressed in a white and black uniform, his hair spiked and he know has a scar over his eye. On the other side of Koga is Hatsuma. Suddenly, the sound of running water begins to come into focus, and the bright sun puts the two ninjas in shadow. A cold breeze shoots through the trees, and Saika finds herself on two large stilts, over a rushing water fall. Suddenly Koga's voice breaks the silence.
Koga: C'mon, let's do this.
Hatsuma gives a slight nod at Saika and the both of them strike Koga in the center, Hatsuma with a strong front fist, and Saika with a swift kick to the mid-section. Koga quickly blocks the punch with one hand, and raises his knee, blocking Saika's kick where it lands. It's seems as if time stood still until Saika and Hatsuma both lurked down and delivered two kicks, one at head level, the other at shin. With impressive acrobatics, Saika flips through the center gap , land back on his feet.
Saika: No way.
Hatsuma lets out a slight smirk.
Suddenly, the area around Hatsuma turns black, and everything else shatters like glass, as Saika, Koga, and Hatsuma float in darkness. By this time Hatsuma has morphed into what he was under the service of Sensui, his eyes glow with dark fire, and his humanity lost.
Koga: Saika, stay back....
Koga goes into his wolf fighting stance and then rushes Hatsuma with a swift strike to the face. However, Hatsuma quickly pulls back and places his hand on Koga's chest.
Hatsuma: I end your suffering.
Suddenly, a spike shots through Koga's chest, and out of his back. Koga lets out a cough with blood, as the spike retracts, Koga's lifeless body falls to the ground.
As Hatsuma looks at Saika, his eyes show a deep sorrow, as he too gets impaled by a shadowy figure from the back, ending his life as well.
It's at this point that Saika lashes out.
Saika: Koga, Hatsuma!!!!!
She tries to move, but realizes that her whole body is entangled in the darkness. As she struggles, the darkness begins to cover her body, and in one motion rips off her kimono, covering her body instantly with a black shadow. Her screams are muffled, and she quickly wakes up from shear terror.
She finds her self starring at the ceiling of her chamber, breathing heavily. Suddenly, she realizes that her face is covered with a metal plating. Confused, she quickly removes it. The mask is of fine craftsmanship, she then realizes that her whole body is covered in a new outfit, her old kimono is laying in shredds underneath her. As she stands up,she feels an overwhelmig power course through her body. The outfit is the same shade of color that the darkness was in her dream. Not sure what to make of it, she tries to get things in order. As she relaxes, the outfit, receeds, and she's left there naked. She quickly decides to repair her old outfit, before somebody walks in on her. As she gets to work, the strange tattoo on her upper right shoulder begins to glow.
Both the host and the protege has retreated to the depths of Shang Tsungs monastery of Shade priests. No one knew where they would lurk, nor would care. An almost omnipotent sorcerer and a unbreakable guardi-an of unspoken might are best left alone.
"I have sen the birth of the oldest trees of Edenia, I have seen the fall of an army unvanquishable, for ages and eons are brethren to me, flow with me, and so shall you subdue me."
Templar - Time.
Shang Tsung -indeed. The second seal is broken. This means we enjoy
relative peace untill our next revelation - as he spoke, his nailed palm closed the book of untold power and let the bright light fade to a faint blue outline of the pages unlocked. Untold number of hours spent on hastily decyphering the dangerous lyrical traps of most possibly the most fabulo-us manuscript of Outworld and Earth. Power swirls across them as they focus on each other in conversation.
Shang Tsung - exhausting. Seventy nine seals and I'm almost drained
psychically. By the gods, what kind of a mad sage would safeguard this with traps like theese, sheesh! -he took up a cup of vine and drank it.
Templar - our journey and our goal is yet not apparent.
Shang Tsung - fear not, for we shall surely be the ones who will be the
cataliysts of events that....-sigh- would shake the world? Bring terror and
dark reign over Outworld? Ensure the fall of m..ehhr, our enemies?
Templar - we are yet to see.
Shang Tsung stepped forward and gazed into the darkness of the lower chambers. A small collumn of swirling green energy, a pillar buzzed and revealed images only for him to aprehend.
The sorcerer grasped at his goatee and began playing with his blackened and tender beard. His eyes penetrated the myst and then...he swept the image away with the whim of his hand.
Shang Tsung - it has begun.
With a laughter he wawed his hands around lighting the torches that enlighted the deepest of the chambers, Shang Tsungs nexus, a thronero-om of immeasurable beauty and power, glowed in dark and pale bright green, reminiscent of his former palace that served as shelter for the then dormant Templar for a very long time. Shang Tsung lazily sat on his throne and began smiling. HIs fingers played a cheerful game knocking on the pure gold coverage of the seat.
Shang Tsung- and we already have a victor. Well, our alliance is going to
be fruitfull if events unwield as they are now. Tell me, who do you seek to
fight my friend?
Templar- anyone you pinpoint me to do so. I serve with utmost vigor. -but his voice betrayed the true excitement as Templar went cold, almost colder than chilling.
Shang Tsung - I'm asking as a friend, not as a superior.
Templar- wel, many seek thy death, ten'gyu. Illusion creator for instance...
Shang Tsung - power unfocused, driven by sheer hidden vengeance. He
fails as I command.
Templar - the one known as Shou Lee, a competitor of as I understand...
Liu Kangs triumph.
Shang Tsung - even better -sigh-. Insignificant fool. Liu Kang is invaluab-
le, as an enemy, he is more than worthy enough to be deemed good.
Templar - why do we bother with them? Countless opponents are bent on
destroying you. From the ones I have seen, none of them are prepared for
you. Or for us.
Shang Tsung - true. Let we worry about them when we must. Hah, the
struggle is at hand. From onward there is no mercy. The random battles
will ensure that the furies will be sated with destruction and the gods wo-
uld superwise this war with utmost vigilance. Are you ready?
Templar grasps at a ruby stored in one of the pedestals haboring a small bowl of water. HIs gauntlets grasp, closed around the gem, swiftly glowing for a second in a pale light as the clutches of the armored mans hand tigh-ten, and then...the open hand releases blood red dust. Immense might is displayed in a second.
Templar - direct my wrath!
Shang Tsung - excellent. Onward to victory then my protege. We shall now discuss such pressing matters in my throne room. And now, I...hmmm.
Shang Tsungs eyes focus on inwards on the plane of magical existence and soon, the sorcerer -with a raised eyebrow- looks up at his darkened guardian knight. Something he has sensed deep inside, though he does not know.
Shang Tsung - tell me abou this assassin girl of the name of ... Saika.
"I have sen the birth of the oldest trees of Edenia, I have seen the fall of an army unvanquishable, for ages and eons are brethren to me, flow with me, and so shall you subdue me."
Templar - Time.
Shang Tsung -indeed. The second seal is broken. This means we enjoy
relative peace untill our next revelation - as he spoke, his nailed palm closed the book of untold power and let the bright light fade to a faint blue outline of the pages unlocked. Untold number of hours spent on hastily decyphering the dangerous lyrical traps of most possibly the most fabulo-us manuscript of Outworld and Earth. Power swirls across them as they focus on each other in conversation.
Shang Tsung - exhausting. Seventy nine seals and I'm almost drained
psychically. By the gods, what kind of a mad sage would safeguard this with traps like theese, sheesh! -he took up a cup of vine and drank it.
Templar - our journey and our goal is yet not apparent.
Shang Tsung - fear not, for we shall surely be the ones who will be the
cataliysts of events that....-sigh- would shake the world? Bring terror and
dark reign over Outworld? Ensure the fall of m..ehhr, our enemies?
Templar - we are yet to see.
Shang Tsung stepped forward and gazed into the darkness of the lower chambers. A small collumn of swirling green energy, a pillar buzzed and revealed images only for him to aprehend.
The sorcerer grasped at his goatee and began playing with his blackened and tender beard. His eyes penetrated the myst and then...he swept the image away with the whim of his hand.
Shang Tsung - it has begun.
With a laughter he wawed his hands around lighting the torches that enlighted the deepest of the chambers, Shang Tsungs nexus, a thronero-om of immeasurable beauty and power, glowed in dark and pale bright green, reminiscent of his former palace that served as shelter for the then dormant Templar for a very long time. Shang Tsung lazily sat on his throne and began smiling. HIs fingers played a cheerful game knocking on the pure gold coverage of the seat.
Shang Tsung- and we already have a victor. Well, our alliance is going to
be fruitfull if events unwield as they are now. Tell me, who do you seek to
fight my friend?
Templar- anyone you pinpoint me to do so. I serve with utmost vigor. -but his voice betrayed the true excitement as Templar went cold, almost colder than chilling.
Shang Tsung - I'm asking as a friend, not as a superior.
Templar- wel, many seek thy death, ten'gyu. Illusion creator for instance...
Shang Tsung - power unfocused, driven by sheer hidden vengeance. He
fails as I command.
Templar - the one known as Shou Lee, a competitor of as I understand...
Liu Kangs triumph.
Shang Tsung - even better -sigh-. Insignificant fool. Liu Kang is invaluab-
le, as an enemy, he is more than worthy enough to be deemed good.
Templar - why do we bother with them? Countless opponents are bent on
destroying you. From the ones I have seen, none of them are prepared for
you. Or for us.
Shang Tsung - true. Let we worry about them when we must. Hah, the
struggle is at hand. From onward there is no mercy. The random battles
will ensure that the furies will be sated with destruction and the gods wo-
uld superwise this war with utmost vigilance. Are you ready?
Templar grasps at a ruby stored in one of the pedestals haboring a small bowl of water. HIs gauntlets grasp, closed around the gem, swiftly glowing for a second in a pale light as the clutches of the armored mans hand tigh-ten, and then...the open hand releases blood red dust. Immense might is displayed in a second.
Templar - direct my wrath!
Shang Tsung - excellent. Onward to victory then my protege. We shall now discuss such pressing matters in my throne room. And now, I...hmmm.
Shang Tsungs eyes focus on inwards on the plane of magical existence and soon, the sorcerer -with a raised eyebrow- looks up at his darkened guardian knight. Something he has sensed deep inside, though he does not know.
Shang Tsung - tell me abou this assassin girl of the name of ... Saika.
About Me
art by fear-sAs0
Well, it's been a bit since I've written for a fight scene, I hope I haven't gotten rusty.
As the sun rose over the tops of the Shadow Monastery, a familiar gong broke the silence, it was once again time to do battle and take fate into hands and battle.
-Tsung's throne room-
Shang Tsung: Templar, tell me of the female assassin Saika..
Before Templar could answer, one of the Shadow Priests comes in and bows before Shang Tsung:
Shadow Pries: Sire, the battle will commence shortly. It will be the the ninja Saika, versus the warrior Ipol.
Templar: If you want to know more about her, I suggest we go watch..
Tsung slouches back in his chair and strokes his goatee:
Tsung: Well said, let's depart.
He waves off the shadow prophet as a sign of dismissal before he and Templar depart.
-Saika's Chamber-
Saika was laying on her bed when a dark cloud began to appear under her door. Saika got up quickly yet cautiously. The dark cloud began to take form with power streaming out of its frame. The dark cloud the shapeless cloud took the form of a shadow priest.
Saika: Ugh, don't you ever knock??? I could've been undressing!!!
Shadow Priest: You were chosen to fight in the next match of the tournament....... Arrive in the central dome of the monastery within the hour.
Saika: Who is my opponent?
Shadow Priest: The man known as Ipol, a frontline infantry man in the Dragon King's army.
With that, the shadow priest dematerializes into vapor and shoots back under the door.
Saika is left alone in her chamber. As she turns to her right she focuses on a pot on the top of a shelf. As she concentrates on it, she raises her hand, blocking the pot from her view and closes her eyes. She sees the pot braking in her minds' eye and sh closes her fist.
Saika: NIN!!!!!!
The sound of something braking fills her ears and she opens her eyes. As she lower her hand, and drops it to her side, she sees it's shattered remains laying on the shelf.
Saika looks down at her hand and ponders.
Saika: What the hell is happening to me??
-Half an hour later-
Saika makes her way towards the central dome, an all too familair setting. The heads on the spikes outside have begun to decay. As she enters the central dome, the remaining fighters are all gathered around the dragon logo, observing an on going fight. It happens to be the stranger (Grave) against one of the finalists who managed to surivive so far.
Fighter: I've seen your style, your rely too much on your power to fight on your own.
Grave: Then come at me.
Fighter: I'll tear you to pieces!!!!
before the fighter can make a move, Grave swoops in and delivers a solid strike under his rib cage, stopping him in place. He grabs the opponent's arm and flips him over his shoulder, sending him to the ground, then with one rapid twist, rips out the opponent's entire forearm. He comes down once more with a closed fist, powered with energy, but stops just short of the opponent's face.
Grave: You aren't worth it.
He throws the opponent's forearm back to him.
Grave: Now pick up your pieces and leave.
Shadow Priest: Winner......... Jericho Magnus. The next fight will take place immidiatley.
Shadow Prophet: The Earthrealm ninja Saika will face Ipol, a frontline's men in the Dragon king's army.
Saika and Ipol step forward, this is the first time Saika has seen her opponent and her right arm begins to tremble slightly. As she looks around, she sees Templar and Shang Tsung on an upper balconey. She keeps scanning and finds Hatsuma, with Magnus at the raised steps which lead towards the exit.
Ipol: This is a fight you can't win. Why don'y you just surrender? I'll make it quick.
Saika: You seem to be under the impression that, just because I'm from Earthrealm means that I'm weak. I will show you how weak I am...
Saika's eyes glow with a slightly dark purple as she turns her head back at the Shadow Prophet.
With a strong gust of wind, the Shadow Prophet opens the portal to their distination. Saika and Ipol step through knowing that this time, one of them might very well not come back.
As the two stepped forward, the ended up in, of all places, the Warrior Shrine, back when the tournament was held by Shang Tsung in the Lost Sea.
Ipol: You do know that only one of us will make it back through that portal.
Saika: i do.
Ipol: then why not run?
Saika: Because I have no intention of dying.
The two warriors faced each other in the center of the shrine for the first and final time. A gentle breeze blows through the shrine as the two observe each other. The decrepit statues in the back are the only audience.
Saika sinks into her Fan Qua stance and Ipol goes into his Baguazhang. Ipol is also the first to attack, he comes at Saika with a Double Change Palm strike aimed straight for her stomach, however he had not counted on Saika's superior speed. She easily avoids the attack and comes in low with a crane strike to his lower jaw, sending him backwards.
Saika: Your moves are far too showy. You can't beat me if you can't touch me.
Ipol: The fight is young....
Ipol spits out some blood and attacks again, this time with a Single Change Palm.
Un impressed, Saika, merely takes a step back as the palm rises from the floor, and narrowly misses it's target. However, what comes next, catches the ninja off guard.
As Ipol finishes his first strike and then quickly turns around with a behind the back palm, hitting Saika in her chest, and knocking the wind out of her, which causes her to fall to her knees as she cradles herself.
Ipol: Do you really think this fight would be that easy?
Saika *gasp* This isn't over yet, I'm going to win this...
Ipol towers the girl with power glowing from his eyes, and then kicks her in her midsection, causing her to moan in agony as she's flipped over on her back.
Ipol: That's wishfull thinking, not reality.
Saika glares at him as she stumbles to her feet, still holding her ribs from the earlier attack.
Saika: I....won't give...in.
Saika closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, relaxing every part of her body only putting pressure on her back leg. With her left hand extended, she simply motions at Ipol to come after her.
As Ipol complies and comes after Saika as she remains completely calm, then at the last second she opens her eyes and sinks down under Ipol's kick striking him three times in the chest, stomach and throat with knife hand strikes, then sh grabs him be his arm and tosses him over her side, sending him to the ground.
Ipol:AAAGHHHH!!!
Ipol arches his back on impact as he hits the floor and tries to turn over. His body is in immense pain. As he turns over, he coughs up copius amounts of blood.
Ipol: What..... what did you do to me?
Saika: I just used your own force against you, it's a basic princpel of combat.
Ipol: Witch! You will suffer!!
Ipol slams his hands into the ground and his body dematerializes in the form of energy.
Saika takes a short step forward to aproach her opponent but stops as he vanishes.
Saika: What?? A teleport???? Where did he.......
Before Saika could finish her thought she felt a strogn impact to the back of her neck, her body instantly went numb and her legs gave out as she dropped to the ground. Then, just as quickly as the strike to her neck, she feels her neck trapped in almost a vice like grip from behind.
Ipol: Now, I have you...
Ipol amanged to warp behind Saika and put her into a vice grip, with his section staff.
Saika, fearing for her life tries to grab the sectioned staff and release some of the pressure on her neck.
Ipol: Don't bother, the more you try and struggle, the more pressure I apply before you either, suffocate, or I break your neck. Either way, this fight has ended, just like predicted.
Saika: I'm really going to die now.
As Saika's grip on the sectioned staff began to loosen, her hands eventually dropped to her sides as she was rapidly loosing consciousness. Tears slowly began to roll down her eyes as the last moments began to pass.
She began hearing Koga's scream in the back of her mind, the reminder of how she got into this tournament.
Ipol: Baraka will be pleased with this kill, I will bring glory to his tribe.
As that name rang in Saika's ears she remembered how she bested the tarkatan in the Wastelands and quickly snapped back into consciousness.
Saika: Ba...raka..... I.....I.... I won't be defeated by any of his lackeys.
Saika regained enough strength that she was able to reach back and grab her kudachi, extract it and then stab Ipol in his thigh, causing him to recoil in pain. Saika twisted the blade inside his leg and Ipol had to let go because of the immens pain. As soon as the grip of the sectioned staff loosened Saika dropped down and escaped, rolling forward and away from her opponent.
Saika: *gasp* That.....was....too close.
With the kudachi still imbeded in his leg Ipol has lost a huge amount of mobility.
Ipol: No, this isn't possible, you were on your death bed.
Saika was massaging her throat as she tried to regain enough breath to speak.
Saika: I've beaten your leader and now, I'm going to do the same to you...
Saika's eyes began to burn with rage as her shadow power flowed from her very being, her eyes a neon purple light. She put her legs together. She made a fist with her left hand and placed it into the plam of her right hand, with her right middle, and index fingers extended upward and began chanting.
Saika: NIN, PYO, KOI, TA, KAI, CHEN, RET, ZU, SAI, ZEN!!
Her aura began to fluctuate around her, and just like before, her outift tore away, leaving her completely exposed, but from her feet, a dark substance began to crawl up her body, within seconds her whole body, up to her nose was covered in the dark substance, before it solidified and morphed into a new outfit. (Saika's alt)
Ipol: So what? Witness my ultimate technique.
Ipol crossed his arms on his chest and began to collect energy, then he released it in one burst, towards Saika. Ipol's body dematerialized but his consciusness saw him fly towards Saika, entering her body through her eyes. But something went wrong.
Usually, Ipol is able to control his victims for a short time, but when he entered Saika's body, not an instant passed before he was shot back out. His body materialized and tumbled across the floor of the Warrior Shrine.
Ipol: This can't BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Filled with rage Ipol attacked Saika with his sectioned staff, but as he approahed, Saika's aura submerged into her body.
Saika made a fist and smashed a hole into the floor of the shrine, then unleashed a wave of energy wich traveled across the floor, and underneath Ipol, detonating underneath him, sending him into the air.
Saika: NIN!
Saika lept into the air, with such speed that she left after images her entire climb, as she reached Ipol in mid air, she delivered a devistating cartwheel kick to his mid section, sending him back down to the ground.
Ipol's body bounced as it hit the ground, Saika landed on her feet without making as much as a sound.
Ipol used his arm to raise himself up, but gave up and collapsed once again.
Ipol: Damn.......
Saika, despite what Ipol has done to her shows him mercy.
Saika: It's over, this fight has been decided and you lost.
As she started to walk away, Ipol, refusing to accept defeat charged his staff with his energy and launched it at Saika. As the femal kunochi turned around, she was instanly entangled with the staff, with Ipol's power constricting her.
Saika: Why didn't you just accept defeat, you might have lived......
Saika mearly closses her eyes, and with a small jesture of her arms she shatters the sectioned staff.
Saika: Remeber, you chose this for yourself...
As Ipol manages to stand up, he realizes that Saika is nowhere to be found. As he looks in her direction, he sees her shadow, on the floor. The shadow dashes towards, him and Ipol gets ready to block. The shadow runs by him, and it strikes his shadow instead. Saika's shadow turns around, and strike s again with her kudachi. She unleashes several more slashes, with the last begin a strike through her opponent's shadows' chest, on the end of the shadow's kudachi is a heart.
Saika reappears behind the blocking Ipol, who's body now falls to pieces, with his chest punctured and his actual heart in Saika's hands. With one final slash, Saika cuts the heart in half and it stops beating. She points her palm at the kudachi in Ipol's leg and it shoots back into her hand as she sheiths it. The portal opens, and Saika steps through to an awestruck crowd.
She removes her face guard and bows to the Shadow Priests.
Shadow Prophet: The winner by..........Fatality, Saika.
A cheergin roar shoots through the crowd as she exits the monostery, giving a glance towards Templar almost saying "What have I done??"
Instead of going to her chamber, Saika goes to the hotsprings to meditate, leaving bloody footprints as she walks.
Darkness swept through the corridors of the monastery. Few havwe remained, let alone fewer competed for the prize that has been denied from then. Only those who never seen this unholy structure or always lievd here have progressed according to the lines of fate.
A combat deadlier than recognition is beginning to form itself. Most lethally. Blood has already been spent.
***
-You never knew about it...bless my words, I didn't even knew about the risk... you know why didn't he bother to watch the recent fights?
-Like those champions clashing?
-yes. he didn't bother becouse he was uninterested in them. Like if he is sure in his own victory. Scary.
-I know. You're lucky you got out of it so fast.
-Yeah, the very thought of who he is makes me shake in my boots.
-You mean...
-First of all, I'm not going against a towering fortress of steel what manouvers with an eagles grace. Second, I'm no fool to cross HIS
will, and third, you know who is he serving.
-Well, I did knew...
-...
What do you impl...-crack-
-You served your purpose well, my friend. Rest well. -the assassin has dragged the body back onto one of the wooden windows and threw the carcass into the battlements watery outline. A silent splash from hund-reds of feet lower and sudden calmness.
Lord Templar dies this night.
The brigand has lept towards the balconies carved into the abyssside and flung himself over to the pillars holding the receiving chambers of the great halls of Shang Tsung. He could always see in the darkness, beyond any means of a mere human.
However he was more than that. he was conditioned. He was god. very good. And his job wasn't the prettiest thing. As was his future.
He hid behind the pillars and waited. Waited. Waited untill he sensed a chromatic taste in the air. Cold, rigid, and ... deadly. Suddenly he heard the slow, dynamic thuds on the marble floor. The sound was emanating from something so heavy, it cracked the covering. The sound grew stronger and a tiny piece of humming screech was also there. Interlocking plates -he though.
He waited and tightened his grip around the long bladed dagger enchan-ted by lethal charms. He crouched for the jump on prey. He waietd for the next End-Moment, which he described as the moment when the end came.
That moment never came. When he suddenly jumped at the towering black hooded figure he felt his adrenaline skyrocketing, however he was stopped by a black flash that erndered him with a broken jawbone and dislocated neck. His last observed moment was when a large black foot tenderly stepped upon his face and stomped his skull into smithereens.
***
Templar - vermin.
He raised his leg lazily and continued towards the balcony. A parchment listing the outcomes of the new tournament fell out of his grasp as he walked slowly to the balcony. When stopped, he gazed into the darkness of Outworld. No longer did the green beacon paint the sky pale green - he missed the dynamics previously felt when his future was a bit unsure.
Two riddles have been solved.
He couldn't get it into his head. He felt he should feel a bit calmly. is this the sign of things to come? Has he became defiant? Did apathy take over him? No.
Shang Tsung is well in form. More tha ver. As is he.
Something is amiss. he could feel it. It had to do something with the surroundings or with something else. perhaps reliving his pasts rage should brighten light on things. He began thinking and recalling memories almost lost to feel, but too present to stop burning.
***
Pride-hate-war-death-blood-honor-apathy-betrayal-torture-blessing-fire-pledge-freedom-craving-flesh-bloodboil-might-dread-darkness-fear-cold-grave-demons-hunt-must-escape-curse-anull.
He was still greatly insecure. He liked it. it didn't made him a liability, but rather an unpredictable tool of utter destruction and justice. Whereever he walked, his victory was granted, but tragedy folowed in his wake. Perhaps as just burden for his deeds.
Pain is his blessing. On pain he feeds, let it be from others or his own.
***
Pain cleared the mind and the two steel grasps tightened around the front visor. The frictionless black opaque face of death moved with an unheard sound and he mask of defeat for so many rested in giant hands. The bit cold air swept across his face. And then, a cacophonical multi-tiered voice began speaking:
Templar- Woe is my foe, for my soul shivers in victory!...
The pale white faces eyes began to leave a jestfull trail of orange flare as he turned around, and with his heavy stunning march, left to the pillars. His one last announcement before his departure shook the pillars an ringed in the ears of those not present, but knowing of the impending danger his life meant.
Templar- MY MIGHT CANNOT BE MATCHED!
A combat deadlier than recognition is beginning to form itself. Most lethally. Blood has already been spent.
***
-You never knew about it...bless my words, I didn't even knew about the risk... you know why didn't he bother to watch the recent fights?
-Like those champions clashing?
-yes. he didn't bother becouse he was uninterested in them. Like if he is sure in his own victory. Scary.
-I know. You're lucky you got out of it so fast.
-Yeah, the very thought of who he is makes me shake in my boots.
-You mean...
-First of all, I'm not going against a towering fortress of steel what manouvers with an eagles grace. Second, I'm no fool to cross HIS
will, and third, you know who is he serving.
-Well, I did knew...
-...
What do you impl...-crack-
-You served your purpose well, my friend. Rest well. -the assassin has dragged the body back onto one of the wooden windows and threw the carcass into the battlements watery outline. A silent splash from hund-reds of feet lower and sudden calmness.
Lord Templar dies this night.
The brigand has lept towards the balconies carved into the abyssside and flung himself over to the pillars holding the receiving chambers of the great halls of Shang Tsung. He could always see in the darkness, beyond any means of a mere human.
However he was more than that. he was conditioned. He was god. very good. And his job wasn't the prettiest thing. As was his future.
He hid behind the pillars and waited. Waited. Waited untill he sensed a chromatic taste in the air. Cold, rigid, and ... deadly. Suddenly he heard the slow, dynamic thuds on the marble floor. The sound was emanating from something so heavy, it cracked the covering. The sound grew stronger and a tiny piece of humming screech was also there. Interlocking plates -he though.
He waited and tightened his grip around the long bladed dagger enchan-ted by lethal charms. He crouched for the jump on prey. He waietd for the next End-Moment, which he described as the moment when the end came.
That moment never came. When he suddenly jumped at the towering black hooded figure he felt his adrenaline skyrocketing, however he was stopped by a black flash that erndered him with a broken jawbone and dislocated neck. His last observed moment was when a large black foot tenderly stepped upon his face and stomped his skull into smithereens.
***
Templar - vermin.
He raised his leg lazily and continued towards the balcony. A parchment listing the outcomes of the new tournament fell out of his grasp as he walked slowly to the balcony. When stopped, he gazed into the darkness of Outworld. No longer did the green beacon paint the sky pale green - he missed the dynamics previously felt when his future was a bit unsure.
Two riddles have been solved.
He couldn't get it into his head. He felt he should feel a bit calmly. is this the sign of things to come? Has he became defiant? Did apathy take over him? No.
Shang Tsung is well in form. More tha ver. As is he.
Something is amiss. he could feel it. It had to do something with the surroundings or with something else. perhaps reliving his pasts rage should brighten light on things. He began thinking and recalling memories almost lost to feel, but too present to stop burning.
***
Pride-hate-war-death-blood-honor-apathy-betrayal-torture-blessing-fire-pledge-freedom-craving-flesh-bloodboil-might-dread-darkness-fear-cold-grave-demons-hunt-must-escape-curse-anull.
He was still greatly insecure. He liked it. it didn't made him a liability, but rather an unpredictable tool of utter destruction and justice. Whereever he walked, his victory was granted, but tragedy folowed in his wake. Perhaps as just burden for his deeds.
Pain is his blessing. On pain he feeds, let it be from others or his own.
***
Pain cleared the mind and the two steel grasps tightened around the front visor. The frictionless black opaque face of death moved with an unheard sound and he mask of defeat for so many rested in giant hands. The bit cold air swept across his face. And then, a cacophonical multi-tiered voice began speaking:
Templar- Woe is my foe, for my soul shivers in victory!...
The pale white faces eyes began to leave a jestfull trail of orange flare as he turned around, and with his heavy stunning march, left to the pillars. His one last announcement before his departure shook the pillars an ringed in the ears of those not present, but knowing of the impending danger his life meant.
Templar- MY MIGHT CANNOT BE MATCHED!
Shang Tsung strolled down the arcades of the monastery towards the throne reflecting his own desires. rest. he needed rest. Twenty five hours spent with intense study of the Tao Te Zhan. They were proceeding with the riddles quite fast. few was unlocked however.
He looked at the copied riddle again, and then with a quick and consistent
"Bah" he throwed the parchment into the corner. His brain was exhaused. Well at the end, he layed down into the throne and enjoyed the luxury of every bipeal being: the luxury of sitting down. He leaned back and sighed.
"Three clues lead to me: those of the desert I am curse, but those of trap-ped within dungeons I am joy. I am the glitter on the exchange, I am on the seal of the bargain. I am the warning on the hidden blade when the moon is up, I am the pride of what is worn by ceremonial medal of iron."
-"Shangh tsung solve this, Shang Tsung solve that"...ahh, sometimes be-
ing the lead intellectual loremaster is a difficult task to bear.
He closed his eyes. He opened the third eye upon the world. the world shifted and became murky: firstly he swwept through the mental plane of every existence. Methodical logic of the shadow priests, dwelling of the combatanyts remaining in the monastery, nothing special ... but what is this?
A single soul left blank black without thoughts? And moving quite defi-ned...hmm, a mortal. he shifted to the astral plane of emotion and obser-ved the soul. Burning hate, but not pathologic but rather, common. And it is heading thyis way.
Shang Tsung smiled and lert down his defenses inside the castle walls to receive the unlikely visitor. He leaned again backwards, and put his legs upon a smaller pedestal, sitting confortable with jointed hands over his lap and smiling cynicaly.
The doors opened and a dark hooded figure stepped inside hastily. His reflection on the greenish marble floor was as defiant to observation as the figure itself. She was a woman, carrying a weapon in her right hand, a sword, while the other was olding a sai.
Shang Tsung - ah, a visitor at theese late hours. What brings "you" here?
Sophia - spare your words sorceror, I came here to end your life.
Shang Tsung - 'tis so? i was expecting somehing more...grandiose, like
a melodramatic swearing upon your own life to end my darkest reign of
terror ecetra, ecetra, ecetra........please.
Sophia - 'tis only my bussiness. Now, let's see what you're made of.
Shang Tsung - could you spare me the ignorant and absorbed acting? It's
bad enough that the likes of you posess enough skill to infiltrate this..this
wretched sanctuary, let alone possess enough idiocy to challenge me.
Sophia wasn't oved by Tsungs inconvenience. He readied herself to attack when Shang Tsung slowly and exhaustedly stood up, and looked upon her withan evil and sinister grin.
Shang Tsung - but, i have something else in mind for you my dear... -and
speaking so, he snapped his fingers. A screech was heard from behind one of the pillar walls what cought Sophias attention immediatly. The thin marble floor shook as the first slamming step was made, and with a me-chanical movement an opaque armored clad emerged from the shadows
shaking the whole room with it's gigantic towering figure and heavy pace.
The figure turned sideways and the frictionless visors eyesockets flashed with a red light and began to direct his movements toward her. With a figu-re much higher than her, and with a weight almost more as twice as hers, Sophia bean to retreat with fast pace...
Shang Tsung: Lord Templar! Obliberate this annoyance!
...dreading the blackened figure who moved with impossible speed of steps towards him, as a moaning sound veiled out from behind the helm of the ironclad and the hands prepared for the tackle.
He looked at the copied riddle again, and then with a quick and consistent
"Bah" he throwed the parchment into the corner. His brain was exhaused. Well at the end, he layed down into the throne and enjoyed the luxury of every bipeal being: the luxury of sitting down. He leaned back and sighed.
"Three clues lead to me: those of the desert I am curse, but those of trap-ped within dungeons I am joy. I am the glitter on the exchange, I am on the seal of the bargain. I am the warning on the hidden blade when the moon is up, I am the pride of what is worn by ceremonial medal of iron."
-"Shangh tsung solve this, Shang Tsung solve that"...ahh, sometimes be-
ing the lead intellectual loremaster is a difficult task to bear.
He closed his eyes. He opened the third eye upon the world. the world shifted and became murky: firstly he swwept through the mental plane of every existence. Methodical logic of the shadow priests, dwelling of the combatanyts remaining in the monastery, nothing special ... but what is this?
A single soul left blank black without thoughts? And moving quite defi-ned...hmm, a mortal. he shifted to the astral plane of emotion and obser-ved the soul. Burning hate, but not pathologic but rather, common. And it is heading thyis way.
Shang Tsung smiled and lert down his defenses inside the castle walls to receive the unlikely visitor. He leaned again backwards, and put his legs upon a smaller pedestal, sitting confortable with jointed hands over his lap and smiling cynicaly.
The doors opened and a dark hooded figure stepped inside hastily. His reflection on the greenish marble floor was as defiant to observation as the figure itself. She was a woman, carrying a weapon in her right hand, a sword, while the other was olding a sai.
Shang Tsung - ah, a visitor at theese late hours. What brings "you" here?
Sophia - spare your words sorceror, I came here to end your life.
Shang Tsung - 'tis so? i was expecting somehing more...grandiose, like
a melodramatic swearing upon your own life to end my darkest reign of
terror ecetra, ecetra, ecetra........please.
Sophia - 'tis only my bussiness. Now, let's see what you're made of.
Shang Tsung - could you spare me the ignorant and absorbed acting? It's
bad enough that the likes of you posess enough skill to infiltrate this..this
wretched sanctuary, let alone possess enough idiocy to challenge me.
Sophia wasn't oved by Tsungs inconvenience. He readied herself to attack when Shang Tsung slowly and exhaustedly stood up, and looked upon her withan evil and sinister grin.
Shang Tsung - but, i have something else in mind for you my dear... -and
speaking so, he snapped his fingers. A screech was heard from behind one of the pillar walls what cought Sophias attention immediatly. The thin marble floor shook as the first slamming step was made, and with a me-chanical movement an opaque armored clad emerged from the shadows
shaking the whole room with it's gigantic towering figure and heavy pace.
The figure turned sideways and the frictionless visors eyesockets flashed with a red light and began to direct his movements toward her. With a figu-re much higher than her, and with a weight almost more as twice as hers, Sophia bean to retreat with fast pace...
Shang Tsung: Lord Templar! Obliberate this annoyance!
...dreading the blackened figure who moved with impossible speed of steps towards him, as a moaning sound veiled out from behind the helm of the ironclad and the hands prepared for the tackle.
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I have to say, these are all very well written. I am the creator of Rachnor, and am back from a break. I wasn't actually aware the tournament was underway. I have one small "thing" with the stories including my character. The authors refer to his weapon as the Sarodo, when it is in fact a specific name for the weapon. Just a pet peeve. I will write my own stories soon enough.
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As Templar chases after Sophia through the Shadow Monistary, Grave appears before him, blocking his way and letting Sophia escape Templar stops just short of colliding with Grave and stares him in the face.
Templar: Leave, unless you want to do battle. Jerricho, was it? Why do you persue me? Or for that matter, why do you persue Shang Tsung?
Grave: Come now Templar, we both know that what I do is for a much.....greater cause. However, I must say I'm quite dissapointed in you.
Templar's eyes emit a low orange glow from under the black face plate as his steel gauntlet screeches shut. It begins to glow a bright red as Templar's volcanic temperature heats the metal.
Grave: You have the power of a mountain, but the will of a small child. I see your reaction everytime Shang Tsung sends you on a chace. Like a small boy let out to play, you quickly scramble to make the most of your freedom. Yet I also see another emotion, is it fear? Are you afraid of Shang Tsung?
Templar: I fear no man. And as for Shang Tsung, I follow him because of my own free will. What you see in my eyes makes no difference to me. But if you keep insulting Tsung, you will have me to deal with...
Grave: (Chuckles) Come now Templar, do you remember your fight with the android Delta? You were on your death bed after that, I brought you back from the brink. You have a much grater purpose then being Shang Tsung's monolith.
Templar's face plate is completely black, no glow, no light. Only the slight light of his eyes shows through the slits as he exhales with a hot breath. Then with lightning speed, he launches a fist at Grave with extreme speed. Grave brings his hand up and grabs Templar's fist as it comes towards him. Grave is pushed back a few inches but remains planted into the ground, his feet carving two grooves beneath him. His hood comes backwards revealing for the first time his full face. His long black hair with red streaks, the scar across his face, and his left red eye.
Grave: So much potential, yet such a waste.
Grave's hand ignites and transfers some energy into Templar's fist, causing his steel gauntlet to crack all the way up to the forearm. As Grave removes his hand, Templar's bare knuckles are exposed.
Grave: Don't forget, we had our scuffle before, you remember the result of that don't you? The excruciating pain that ran through your body just seconds before you were to be killed had the priests not stopped us? If I didn't have a purpose to keep you alive, I would have left you for dead, if not in our first encounter then in the aftermath of your fight with Delta. You are fighting a force you don't understand. I suggest you becarefull.
Grave's hand glows again, and so does Templars forearm. His gauntlet is repaired instantly, yet his hand itself is left exposed.
Templar: What are you exactly? You have darkness and hatred in your eyes, as well as in your voice and soul, yet you have a sense of honor.
Grave: I am simply an avatar for someone much, much more powerful.
Grave begins to walk closer towards Templar, closing his eyes and phasing straight through him.
Grave: You carry a huge handicap on your shoulders, but it's not what you think, earth warrior. I hope you come and realize this. Now, I leave you a with choice. You can continue your pursuit of Sophia, or you can return to Shang Tsung. but I suggest you choose carefully.
Templar remains silent and is about to take a step forward when he hears an explosion come from Shang Tsung's inner chamber.
Grave lets out a low laugh: Time is short, Tsung has made many enemies, and I believe one of them has found him again. Now, do you continue your pursuit, or do defy Tsung's direct order and go back to assist him?
Templar turns around and makes his way back down the hallway and towards Shang Tsung's sanctum. As he leaves, Hotsuma appeared by Grave.
Hatsuma: Well?
Grave: He's done what i excpected. His loyalty is unquestioned, he is a definet target for "recruitment".Now go, you have another matter to deal with. As for me, I have some matters to attend to in Earthrealm, another figure from your past is due for an appearance.
Hatsuma's frame shatters as he vanishes from sight.
-Shang Tsung's Sanctum-
Shang Tsung is in a defensive position at the moment as he is caught behind his thrown.
Shang Tsung: I can't believe he freed you!! What was he thinking?
Shang Tsung shoots out from behind his throne and unleashes three blasts of fire at his assailent. However, the blasts are completely wiped out with the assailent's own wave of fire. The attacker happens to be the recently released elemental, Catalyst.
Catalyst: Shang.....Tsung, Shang Tsung. Shang Tsuuunngggg!!!!!! ARGH!!!
The elemental tears throw the sanctum with his/their power of fire and ice. His firey white eyes lock on to Shang Tsung as he makes his way towards the sorcerer. The intense flames of his torso and upper half melt the gold in the room, igniting some of the finer fabrics that were placed in there as well. His feet leave a trale of ice as he moves forward.
Catalyst: You sealed us away, now we are free, and now you will die. Ironic, you and the other Shadow Priests, fashioned this armor for us to keep us under control, now it we have blended with it and it keeps us in balance.
Shang Tsung, not one to back down, continues his assault on Catalyst, shooting wave after wave of flaming skulls. However each skull is just absorbed by Catalyst's intense heat.
Catalyst: How futile......we end your suffering.
Catalyst begins to charge a wrecking ball sized blast of flames infront of his hand as he towers of Shang Tsung......
-Monistary Hot Springs-
Saika once again is found in the hotsprings, this time pondering on what's happening to her. She closes her eyes for a brief moment and reflects on when this first happened in her chamber. Then again after she was on the brink of death at Ipol's hands. She feels a sudden ripple splash against her chest and quickly opens her eyes. She is completely shocked to see who has joined her. Before she can tries to leave, the figure speakes out with a cold voice as his eyes glance at her through his silver hair.
????:Please stay.......
Templar: Leave, unless you want to do battle. Jerricho, was it? Why do you persue me? Or for that matter, why do you persue Shang Tsung?
Grave: Come now Templar, we both know that what I do is for a much.....greater cause. However, I must say I'm quite dissapointed in you.
Templar's eyes emit a low orange glow from under the black face plate as his steel gauntlet screeches shut. It begins to glow a bright red as Templar's volcanic temperature heats the metal.
Grave: You have the power of a mountain, but the will of a small child. I see your reaction everytime Shang Tsung sends you on a chace. Like a small boy let out to play, you quickly scramble to make the most of your freedom. Yet I also see another emotion, is it fear? Are you afraid of Shang Tsung?
Templar: I fear no man. And as for Shang Tsung, I follow him because of my own free will. What you see in my eyes makes no difference to me. But if you keep insulting Tsung, you will have me to deal with...
Grave: (Chuckles) Come now Templar, do you remember your fight with the android Delta? You were on your death bed after that, I brought you back from the brink. You have a much grater purpose then being Shang Tsung's monolith.
Templar's face plate is completely black, no glow, no light. Only the slight light of his eyes shows through the slits as he exhales with a hot breath. Then with lightning speed, he launches a fist at Grave with extreme speed. Grave brings his hand up and grabs Templar's fist as it comes towards him. Grave is pushed back a few inches but remains planted into the ground, his feet carving two grooves beneath him. His hood comes backwards revealing for the first time his full face. His long black hair with red streaks, the scar across his face, and his left red eye.
Grave: So much potential, yet such a waste.
Grave's hand ignites and transfers some energy into Templar's fist, causing his steel gauntlet to crack all the way up to the forearm. As Grave removes his hand, Templar's bare knuckles are exposed.
Grave: Don't forget, we had our scuffle before, you remember the result of that don't you? The excruciating pain that ran through your body just seconds before you were to be killed had the priests not stopped us? If I didn't have a purpose to keep you alive, I would have left you for dead, if not in our first encounter then in the aftermath of your fight with Delta. You are fighting a force you don't understand. I suggest you becarefull.
Grave's hand glows again, and so does Templars forearm. His gauntlet is repaired instantly, yet his hand itself is left exposed.
Templar: What are you exactly? You have darkness and hatred in your eyes, as well as in your voice and soul, yet you have a sense of honor.
Grave: I am simply an avatar for someone much, much more powerful.
Grave begins to walk closer towards Templar, closing his eyes and phasing straight through him.
Grave: You carry a huge handicap on your shoulders, but it's not what you think, earth warrior. I hope you come and realize this. Now, I leave you a with choice. You can continue your pursuit of Sophia, or you can return to Shang Tsung. but I suggest you choose carefully.
Templar remains silent and is about to take a step forward when he hears an explosion come from Shang Tsung's inner chamber.
Grave lets out a low laugh: Time is short, Tsung has made many enemies, and I believe one of them has found him again. Now, do you continue your pursuit, or do defy Tsung's direct order and go back to assist him?
Templar turns around and makes his way back down the hallway and towards Shang Tsung's sanctum. As he leaves, Hotsuma appeared by Grave.
Hatsuma: Well?
Grave: He's done what i excpected. His loyalty is unquestioned, he is a definet target for "recruitment".Now go, you have another matter to deal with. As for me, I have some matters to attend to in Earthrealm, another figure from your past is due for an appearance.
Hatsuma's frame shatters as he vanishes from sight.
-Shang Tsung's Sanctum-
Shang Tsung is in a defensive position at the moment as he is caught behind his thrown.
Shang Tsung: I can't believe he freed you!! What was he thinking?
Shang Tsung shoots out from behind his throne and unleashes three blasts of fire at his assailent. However, the blasts are completely wiped out with the assailent's own wave of fire. The attacker happens to be the recently released elemental, Catalyst.
Catalyst: Shang.....Tsung, Shang Tsung. Shang Tsuuunngggg!!!!!! ARGH!!!
The elemental tears throw the sanctum with his/their power of fire and ice. His firey white eyes lock on to Shang Tsung as he makes his way towards the sorcerer. The intense flames of his torso and upper half melt the gold in the room, igniting some of the finer fabrics that were placed in there as well. His feet leave a trale of ice as he moves forward.
Catalyst: You sealed us away, now we are free, and now you will die. Ironic, you and the other Shadow Priests, fashioned this armor for us to keep us under control, now it we have blended with it and it keeps us in balance.
Shang Tsung, not one to back down, continues his assault on Catalyst, shooting wave after wave of flaming skulls. However each skull is just absorbed by Catalyst's intense heat.
Catalyst: How futile......we end your suffering.
Catalyst begins to charge a wrecking ball sized blast of flames infront of his hand as he towers of Shang Tsung......
-Monistary Hot Springs-
Saika once again is found in the hotsprings, this time pondering on what's happening to her. She closes her eyes for a brief moment and reflects on when this first happened in her chamber. Then again after she was on the brink of death at Ipol's hands. She feels a sudden ripple splash against her chest and quickly opens her eyes. She is completely shocked to see who has joined her. Before she can tries to leave, the figure speakes out with a cold voice as his eyes glance at her through his silver hair.
????:Please stay.......
Mind sheath, leave!
With a stoic order templars mind retracts as a claidoscope and continues with heavy pace towards the Throne Room. The cracking of the marble floor is imminent as Tsung turns his head forward the entrance.
Shang Tsung- And I thought it would be just up for me.
Templar pace is slow yet his head turn towards the elemental with a crack and overseers the situation. HIs eyes flash white ina tiny point, as he makes his acknowledgement:
Templar - since when did you use lowly fireballs? Any extinguished souls?
Shang Tsung - one has to be conservating for now. Any luck with that
ghast?
Templar - yes. He is deceived. -he cracked his perfectly gauntlets fingers
and began to proceed towards the hissing blaze of the assailant. His moves became stiff and mechanical as he flailed his arm and...
The strike shattered the mispercepting elementals jaw, letting out a ray of steam as it's shape was disturbed. The calm knight looked up, raised his right foot and the crouching elemental had only so much time before he realized what was to happen. Templar slammed his leg into the marble floor letting a direct crack running toward the blaze, sending it to fall to it's back.
The brawl ensured, but there was no temperature high enough to melt Templars shell, and there was no temperature low enouh to freeze his malice. Something only possessed by those born to drag the world to it's knees down into hell.
Shang Tsung - and so are you sealed again. -his finger indeed sealed the rune drawn into thin air. The greenish dark emerald glow flashed up with a blidning light as flaming chains errupted from the ground entangling the elemental, twisting it's horridly wilting body swirling up with the energies, and at Shang Tsung will who does pushed his naily grasp struck down by the end spell. The elemental layed lifeless upon the floor, exhausted from his blaze.
Shang Tsung grinned and was sweatinghis hands still shaking from the anger and the exhausting spell. HIs fce distubingly elongated as phasing through reality, with a long cry his horns ruptured through his skull and his face deformed into that of a demon. This only perplexed the knight for a second.
Templar - indeed. I really have made a deal with a ten'gyou.
Shang Tsung - this must not go unpunished. To hell with patience I WANT HIS HEAD NOW! the deep cacophonic sound faded as he regained his original visage, only older by a tenyear.
Templar - I found out your little secret. You haven't consumed a soul ever since we met.
Shang Tsung - well...emm... -he smiled in a dark and evil way- I subdued this temporary obstacle. -saying so he grasped towards the sky. For a moment both of them fel silent and soon, a faint screeching sound was to be heard in the distance. Templars sight spotted hundreds of smaller and greenish orbs floating above the clouds, falling in a rapid pace from a void behind the clouds what was enormously golden, engulfed in white light.
Shang Tsung - you see? It was never about the curse they gave me, it was all about how have they gifted me! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA! You of all of those living and unliving, Gods You already granted my immortality!
Templar slowly whispered in awe - excellent!
A green swirling coollumn souldlessly plunged into the naily grasp, hundreds of faces focused and vailing plunged inot the swirling palm of the elder sorceror, who elongated and fillled himself up.
Shang Tsung - there is enough power to sustain me forever, but we need the damn book to increase our boundaries. But I..we must do that in peace so my order for now is to:
-Templar grinned behind the veil happily-
Shang Tsung: Decimate! Jericho! Magnus!
***
Grave plunged back to the darkness plane of his existence, and rested asure on his enigmatic throne. His thoughts were of disarray though. Why did it proceed so smoothly? His sight wasn't tarnished, he could see the zeal but...
a faint foreboding.... amiss, something is terribly amiss! What is happe-ning? He plunged back into the Primal Existent Plane of Outworld back into the monastery. Extending his senses he felt nothing but average eradiation of thoughts and events.
But still...he turned around with a collected and gruff..
He faced the towering black clad just before his sight, taller by a head the armored figure leaned forward with a screech, his facial thick visor plate dismembered by a thin orange line splitting the complex crafmanship of Outworld revealing the burned but yet still charismatic face of Koshaku. His eyes white, the pupils hid a raging of a foundry.
...he looked down to the frictionless gauntlet at his stomach...looking up with an angry and painfull gesture upon his masked visage.
Templar - Behold. The bringer of light!
All hell broke loose. Grave flew a distance behind as the omnipolar po-wers over ore and metal fractured every layer of his auratic protection. He saw the encroaching figure from the dark as he tied to get up. He could barely see from the smoke...
Templar - even.
Grave punded on the floor and stood up. His eyes were sparkling from wrath while the opposing mask showed two bring orbs of whiteness.
Grave - you bought yourself a world of hurt, fool! I guess you won't be anything more than a lackey for an obsolete and decrepit shell of a man.
Templar raised his hand and his finger began to wawe in warning. And finally pointed towards the back of Grave. The necromancers senses came to light at last. He knew what would be expectable when turned around. The figure was in a distance and was walking towards them. he could easily tell himself who it was just by the looks of the loincloaths hanging from the shoulders.
Grave - how did you outsmart me, pray tell?
Templar - Only I decide what transpires within me. -he raised his gauntlet and the plate unharmed began to reflect the suroundings as he clenched his fingers.
Grave - you earthly d...
Templar - seidan.
Grave stepped back clecnhing his teeth. He looked agin upon the other figure, then back. He puled himself together and faded into the darkness.
Graves shaking and cryptic voice left an ominous message behind:
"This game we play sorcerer has taken a turn to the unknown. Pray that you will be up to the challenge!"
Shang Tsung stepped next to Templar and his greenish glowing eyes fixated at the shadows of a particular corner. He hid his anger and utmost fustration behind his common veil of seriousness. The he began to grin in a jovial manner.
Shang Tsung - I am, deathmonger, I am.
With a stoic order templars mind retracts as a claidoscope and continues with heavy pace towards the Throne Room. The cracking of the marble floor is imminent as Tsung turns his head forward the entrance.
Shang Tsung- And I thought it would be just up for me.
Templar pace is slow yet his head turn towards the elemental with a crack and overseers the situation. HIs eyes flash white ina tiny point, as he makes his acknowledgement:
Templar - since when did you use lowly fireballs? Any extinguished souls?
Shang Tsung - one has to be conservating for now. Any luck with that
ghast?
Templar - yes. He is deceived. -he cracked his perfectly gauntlets fingers
and began to proceed towards the hissing blaze of the assailant. His moves became stiff and mechanical as he flailed his arm and...
The strike shattered the mispercepting elementals jaw, letting out a ray of steam as it's shape was disturbed. The calm knight looked up, raised his right foot and the crouching elemental had only so much time before he realized what was to happen. Templar slammed his leg into the marble floor letting a direct crack running toward the blaze, sending it to fall to it's back.
The brawl ensured, but there was no temperature high enough to melt Templars shell, and there was no temperature low enouh to freeze his malice. Something only possessed by those born to drag the world to it's knees down into hell.
Shang Tsung - and so are you sealed again. -his finger indeed sealed the rune drawn into thin air. The greenish dark emerald glow flashed up with a blidning light as flaming chains errupted from the ground entangling the elemental, twisting it's horridly wilting body swirling up with the energies, and at Shang Tsung will who does pushed his naily grasp struck down by the end spell. The elemental layed lifeless upon the floor, exhausted from his blaze.
Shang Tsung grinned and was sweatinghis hands still shaking from the anger and the exhausting spell. HIs fce distubingly elongated as phasing through reality, with a long cry his horns ruptured through his skull and his face deformed into that of a demon. This only perplexed the knight for a second.
Templar - indeed. I really have made a deal with a ten'gyou.
Shang Tsung - this must not go unpunished. To hell with patience I WANT HIS HEAD NOW! the deep cacophonic sound faded as he regained his original visage, only older by a tenyear.
Templar - I found out your little secret. You haven't consumed a soul ever since we met.
Shang Tsung - well...emm... -he smiled in a dark and evil way- I subdued this temporary obstacle. -saying so he grasped towards the sky. For a moment both of them fel silent and soon, a faint screeching sound was to be heard in the distance. Templars sight spotted hundreds of smaller and greenish orbs floating above the clouds, falling in a rapid pace from a void behind the clouds what was enormously golden, engulfed in white light.
Shang Tsung - you see? It was never about the curse they gave me, it was all about how have they gifted me! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA! You of all of those living and unliving, Gods You already granted my immortality!
Templar slowly whispered in awe - excellent!
A green swirling coollumn souldlessly plunged into the naily grasp, hundreds of faces focused and vailing plunged inot the swirling palm of the elder sorceror, who elongated and fillled himself up.
Shang Tsung - there is enough power to sustain me forever, but we need the damn book to increase our boundaries. But I..we must do that in peace so my order for now is to:
-Templar grinned behind the veil happily-
Shang Tsung: Decimate! Jericho! Magnus!
***
Grave plunged back to the darkness plane of his existence, and rested asure on his enigmatic throne. His thoughts were of disarray though. Why did it proceed so smoothly? His sight wasn't tarnished, he could see the zeal but...
a faint foreboding.... amiss, something is terribly amiss! What is happe-ning? He plunged back into the Primal Existent Plane of Outworld back into the monastery. Extending his senses he felt nothing but average eradiation of thoughts and events.
But still...he turned around with a collected and gruff..
He faced the towering black clad just before his sight, taller by a head the armored figure leaned forward with a screech, his facial thick visor plate dismembered by a thin orange line splitting the complex crafmanship of Outworld revealing the burned but yet still charismatic face of Koshaku. His eyes white, the pupils hid a raging of a foundry.
...he looked down to the frictionless gauntlet at his stomach...looking up with an angry and painfull gesture upon his masked visage.
Templar - Behold. The bringer of light!
All hell broke loose. Grave flew a distance behind as the omnipolar po-wers over ore and metal fractured every layer of his auratic protection. He saw the encroaching figure from the dark as he tied to get up. He could barely see from the smoke...
Templar - even.
Grave punded on the floor and stood up. His eyes were sparkling from wrath while the opposing mask showed two bring orbs of whiteness.
Grave - you bought yourself a world of hurt, fool! I guess you won't be anything more than a lackey for an obsolete and decrepit shell of a man.
Templar raised his hand and his finger began to wawe in warning. And finally pointed towards the back of Grave. The necromancers senses came to light at last. He knew what would be expectable when turned around. The figure was in a distance and was walking towards them. he could easily tell himself who it was just by the looks of the loincloaths hanging from the shoulders.
Grave - how did you outsmart me, pray tell?
Templar - Only I decide what transpires within me. -he raised his gauntlet and the plate unharmed began to reflect the suroundings as he clenched his fingers.
Grave - you earthly d...
Templar - seidan.
Grave stepped back clecnhing his teeth. He looked agin upon the other figure, then back. He puled himself together and faded into the darkness.
Graves shaking and cryptic voice left an ominous message behind:
"This game we play sorcerer has taken a turn to the unknown. Pray that you will be up to the challenge!"
Shang Tsung stepped next to Templar and his greenish glowing eyes fixated at the shadows of a particular corner. He hid his anger and utmost fustration behind his common veil of seriousness. The he began to grin in a jovial manner.
Shang Tsung - I am, deathmonger, I am.
About Me
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The tournament has started. While becoming the victor of a tournament this prestigious would be a great honor, it is an afterthought to Void. Fueled only by revenge and hate. All his encounters have been a learning experience and has made new allies along his way. Gemini, Kimona, Saika, and Lord Templar have all helped him along the way, whether it was their intention or not. He has witnessed Saika and Gemini both advance in the tournament, much to his delight, and fear as he wishes not to fight allies. However, he also witnessed Kimona vanquished at the hands on Emanon. Most of all, he is aware of both Delta and Vindicator advancing. Void prays for the chance to terminate both of their existances.
Having just fought his own battle and emerging victorious over the assassain Angelique, Void sits perched high above the battle grounds of the monestary. He puffs on a cigarette as he reflects on his latest battle. He had learned that Angelique was on a mission to kill the same man he is seeking the safety of....Sub-Zero. Angelique was a very charming and seductive woman, but sensed her ulterior motives and was not phased by them during kombat. While Void hated to destroy someone so beautiful, he knew it was absolutely nececcsary for Sub-Zero's safety and also for his own. Angelique was out for blood and nearly succeeded in killing Void in kombat, he knew that, and seized the opportunity when it arised to eliminate her because it might've been his only chance against a warrior of her caliber.
The day's battles were over, and Void headed out to the monestary's hot springs to bathe and to heal his battle wounds. As he arrived at the springs, which were vacant, he sensed something strange. He had a feeling that something had recently transpired...but didn't know what. Didn't know the significance or who it involved, but it continued to bother him. Knowing he couldn't do anything about it, he entered the springs and healed up...welcoming the challenges of the next few days, and accepting that they may indeed be his last.
Having just fought his own battle and emerging victorious over the assassain Angelique, Void sits perched high above the battle grounds of the monestary. He puffs on a cigarette as he reflects on his latest battle. He had learned that Angelique was on a mission to kill the same man he is seeking the safety of....Sub-Zero. Angelique was a very charming and seductive woman, but sensed her ulterior motives and was not phased by them during kombat. While Void hated to destroy someone so beautiful, he knew it was absolutely nececcsary for Sub-Zero's safety and also for his own. Angelique was out for blood and nearly succeeded in killing Void in kombat, he knew that, and seized the opportunity when it arised to eliminate her because it might've been his only chance against a warrior of her caliber.
The day's battles were over, and Void headed out to the monestary's hot springs to bathe and to heal his battle wounds. As he arrived at the springs, which were vacant, he sensed something strange. He had a feeling that something had recently transpired...but didn't know what. Didn't know the significance or who it involved, but it continued to bother him. Knowing he couldn't do anything about it, he entered the springs and healed up...welcoming the challenges of the next few days, and accepting that they may indeed be his last.
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im going to be in the 4th tournament,can i be in this storyline thread?
About Me
art by fear-sAs0
It's been a bit since I've written for this story, so I guess it's about time that I started again...
Feeling the strong sting of Templars fist, but unable to retaliate, Grave had no choice but to return to his tower in Nocturne. As his being slipped through the barriers of existance, negating the concept of time and space, he re-emerged in his own realm. As he looked down at his stomach, he could see the imprint of Templar's fist still in his suit. Grave closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His body began to glow a crimosn red as his wound regenerated and the pain was wiped away.
Grave opens his eyes and thinks to himself...
Grave: Consider yourself lucky Seidan. If it weren't for my restriction, as well as the One Being's own disre to have you at his side, I would have torn your head off within an instant.... However, the pain you caused me is something I've been longing for what seems like countless lifetimes.
Grave makes his way to the center of his thrown room, stoping in it's center where a cryptic symbol is drawn in red against the white marble floor. Grave stretches his arms to the side and begins to channel his power into his finger tips. Within an instant, the power erupts from his fingers and into the symbol on the floor. It ignites in a wall of fire and surrounds Grave's entire being.
Grave looks deep into the flames, almost mesmorized by their dance, his eyes shine with power and he begins to speak.
Grave: I need more of my power returned to me. I tire of these games, of this charade that I must play. Rest assured that I will deliver Templar to you unharmed, as well as a few bonuses to join us...
??????:........ ..... .. ........ . .... .. .......... . . ...... .
Grave: I will ressurect the army of Nocturne and lead them into Outworld where they will remain hidden until our delivery is assured. These mortals have no idea at what will transpire...
??????: ... .. ... ........
Grave: The kamidogu? The were shattered in the last tournament, and their remains were scattered, just as you asked for.
Suddenely, the flames around Grave begin to dance wildly as they seperate at his will when he walks through them.
Grave: Rest assured that this game that Tung plays will soon end. And by then, even the high council of the Elder Gods will be little more then a small nucance.
As Grave makes his way to his thrown, his foot steps shoot flames into the pits at the corners of the room. The wall of fire that surrounded him, begins to arch forward, turning a crimson color and burns his back, attaching itself to his being, and solidifying itself into a cape. Grave's color has also changed from a jet black to a dark crimson. His whole body has morphed into something entirely different. As he walks up the steps to his thrown and is about to sit down, his eyes glow once more. A new structure comes down his face and then envelopes his head, morphing into a helm. (Grave's first outfit) As he sits on his throne of bones, the fire that had traveled to the pits comes to life and takes form. The flames move from the pit and towards Grave taking the shape of two beautiful yet nude women. Grave's helm recceeds and shows his face. One walks up to him and kisses him passionatley while the other sits at his side. Grave breaks the kiss and begins to prepare the next part of his plan, his trip to Earthrealm and the Dark Forest.
-Earthrealm: Dark Forest-
A ninja stands on trail for suspected murder of his own clanmate. The room is filled with his other clanmates, starring at him with vengeful look. The ninja is forced on his knees before the head sifu for his hearing. His hair covers his eyes, and scarred face.
Sifu: This troubles me greatly that one so loyal would do something so dishonorable.
The ninja in question wheres a blue outfit with mesh underneath and a red scarf around his neck. His body is rittled wit deep cuts and he has a deep gash across his face. His blonde hair is in dissarey and his hands are tied.
Sifu: This is treason of the highest calibur. You were sent into the forest to get rid of demons, yet you come back with only deep cuts and alone with no proof of your claims. Therefore, I have no choice but to sentance you to death by decapitation at dawn break tomorrow.
NInja: I have been taught never to fear death, and this is nothing more. Death just means sleeping by yourself for the rest of time. I die knowing the truth, knowing that she survived, and that alone will comfort me in my final hours of life....
The sifu is angered by such brashness and reaches behind him, pulling out a shuriken, and tossing at the kneeling ninja, stabbing him in the shoulder. The ninja clenches his teeth and only smirks as blood drips from his mouth.
Ninja: You think this is supposed to measure up to what I've been through? I take this injury lightly and request to be left alone.
Sifu: Take him away!!
The ninja is hauled off to the haning tree where his is hun upside down with his hands tied to a heavy weight, stretching his body to its full length and rendering him immobile.
The ninja only whispers to him self: Saika, I hope you're ok.
Feeling the strong sting of Templars fist, but unable to retaliate, Grave had no choice but to return to his tower in Nocturne. As his being slipped through the barriers of existance, negating the concept of time and space, he re-emerged in his own realm. As he looked down at his stomach, he could see the imprint of Templar's fist still in his suit. Grave closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His body began to glow a crimosn red as his wound regenerated and the pain was wiped away.
Grave opens his eyes and thinks to himself...
Grave: Consider yourself lucky Seidan. If it weren't for my restriction, as well as the One Being's own disre to have you at his side, I would have torn your head off within an instant.... However, the pain you caused me is something I've been longing for what seems like countless lifetimes.
Grave makes his way to the center of his thrown room, stoping in it's center where a cryptic symbol is drawn in red against the white marble floor. Grave stretches his arms to the side and begins to channel his power into his finger tips. Within an instant, the power erupts from his fingers and into the symbol on the floor. It ignites in a wall of fire and surrounds Grave's entire being.
Grave looks deep into the flames, almost mesmorized by their dance, his eyes shine with power and he begins to speak.
Grave: I need more of my power returned to me. I tire of these games, of this charade that I must play. Rest assured that I will deliver Templar to you unharmed, as well as a few bonuses to join us...
??????:........ ..... .. ........ . .... .. .......... . . ...... .
Grave: I will ressurect the army of Nocturne and lead them into Outworld where they will remain hidden until our delivery is assured. These mortals have no idea at what will transpire...
??????: ... .. ... ........
Grave: The kamidogu? The were shattered in the last tournament, and their remains were scattered, just as you asked for.
Suddenely, the flames around Grave begin to dance wildly as they seperate at his will when he walks through them.
Grave: Rest assured that this game that Tung plays will soon end. And by then, even the high council of the Elder Gods will be little more then a small nucance.
As Grave makes his way to his thrown, his foot steps shoot flames into the pits at the corners of the room. The wall of fire that surrounded him, begins to arch forward, turning a crimson color and burns his back, attaching itself to his being, and solidifying itself into a cape. Grave's color has also changed from a jet black to a dark crimson. His whole body has morphed into something entirely different. As he walks up the steps to his thrown and is about to sit down, his eyes glow once more. A new structure comes down his face and then envelopes his head, morphing into a helm. (Grave's first outfit) As he sits on his throne of bones, the fire that had traveled to the pits comes to life and takes form. The flames move from the pit and towards Grave taking the shape of two beautiful yet nude women. Grave's helm recceeds and shows his face. One walks up to him and kisses him passionatley while the other sits at his side. Grave breaks the kiss and begins to prepare the next part of his plan, his trip to Earthrealm and the Dark Forest.
-Earthrealm: Dark Forest-
A ninja stands on trail for suspected murder of his own clanmate. The room is filled with his other clanmates, starring at him with vengeful look. The ninja is forced on his knees before the head sifu for his hearing. His hair covers his eyes, and scarred face.
Sifu: This troubles me greatly that one so loyal would do something so dishonorable.
The ninja in question wheres a blue outfit with mesh underneath and a red scarf around his neck. His body is rittled wit deep cuts and he has a deep gash across his face. His blonde hair is in dissarey and his hands are tied.
Sifu: This is treason of the highest calibur. You were sent into the forest to get rid of demons, yet you come back with only deep cuts and alone with no proof of your claims. Therefore, I have no choice but to sentance you to death by decapitation at dawn break tomorrow.
NInja: I have been taught never to fear death, and this is nothing more. Death just means sleeping by yourself for the rest of time. I die knowing the truth, knowing that she survived, and that alone will comfort me in my final hours of life....
The sifu is angered by such brashness and reaches behind him, pulling out a shuriken, and tossing at the kneeling ninja, stabbing him in the shoulder. The ninja clenches his teeth and only smirks as blood drips from his mouth.
Ninja: You think this is supposed to measure up to what I've been through? I take this injury lightly and request to be left alone.
Sifu: Take him away!!
The ninja is hauled off to the haning tree where his is hun upside down with his hands tied to a heavy weight, stretching his body to its full length and rendering him immobile.
The ninja only whispers to him self: Saika, I hope you're ok.
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Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the HQ...
Kasai and Cyrax entered in past security. Cyrax could somehow sence Smoke's presence. Cyrax killed Smoke back at the tournament in Outworld. Kasai was there to back him up. Two cyborg guards rushed up to Kasai and Cyrax. Kasai, within a split second, withdrew his pyrokinetic energy and threw two fireballs within the inner cores of the cyborgs. The cyborg guards jerked around and jolted as their inner mechanics melted within. Cyrax watched as the two look-alike cyborg guards exploded into metal shrapnel and body parts. Cyrax and Kasai continued on, kicking body parts out of their way.
Both the yellow cyborg assasin and the orange suited ninja entered through a small comupter lab. It was quiet...a little too quiet. A cloud of smoke oozed out from an airduct in the back of the lab. The cloud seemed to creep over to the two. The cloud pillared up into a human form. The cyborg Smoke stepped out from the cloud. Smoke had been rebuilt by Shang Tsung after the tournament to be his predacessor. Cyrax wasted no time. He began to attack the blueish gray cyborg. The sound of metal armor clanging and crashing against each other filled the room. Smoke knocked Cyrax flat on the ground. Smoke then shot out his spear at Kasai. Kasai was ready for it though because he had sparred with Scorpion back in Edenia. Kasai twirled around the spear, snathed it in his hand, and injected his firepower into the steel spear head. The spear head grew bright orange, more orange than the ninja's tunic. He then launched it back at Smoke. The near molten hot blade pierced through the thick carbon fiber breast plate. Smoke stumbled backward. he looked down as oil spilled out of him. "End it once and for all Cyrax!" Kasai yelled.
Cyrax jumped up, opened up his breast plate, and shot out his plasma net. The net reeled in Smoke to his final death. Cyrax then shot out his ban saw. The saw diced up the cyborg into hundreds of pieces. It was over now. Smoke ceased to exist. Kasai lit the room a blaze which melted all of the body parts. Kasai and Cyrax left the building.
To see what Kasai looks like go to http://Iodinex.deviantart.com
Kasai is the main character of my MK story series. Oh and if anyone knows how to get in touch with Ed Boon so I can send my story to him that would be much appreciated.
Kasai and Cyrax entered in past security. Cyrax could somehow sence Smoke's presence. Cyrax killed Smoke back at the tournament in Outworld. Kasai was there to back him up. Two cyborg guards rushed up to Kasai and Cyrax. Kasai, within a split second, withdrew his pyrokinetic energy and threw two fireballs within the inner cores of the cyborgs. The cyborg guards jerked around and jolted as their inner mechanics melted within. Cyrax watched as the two look-alike cyborg guards exploded into metal shrapnel and body parts. Cyrax and Kasai continued on, kicking body parts out of their way.
Both the yellow cyborg assasin and the orange suited ninja entered through a small comupter lab. It was quiet...a little too quiet. A cloud of smoke oozed out from an airduct in the back of the lab. The cloud seemed to creep over to the two. The cloud pillared up into a human form. The cyborg Smoke stepped out from the cloud. Smoke had been rebuilt by Shang Tsung after the tournament to be his predacessor. Cyrax wasted no time. He began to attack the blueish gray cyborg. The sound of metal armor clanging and crashing against each other filled the room. Smoke knocked Cyrax flat on the ground. Smoke then shot out his spear at Kasai. Kasai was ready for it though because he had sparred with Scorpion back in Edenia. Kasai twirled around the spear, snathed it in his hand, and injected his firepower into the steel spear head. The spear head grew bright orange, more orange than the ninja's tunic. He then launched it back at Smoke. The near molten hot blade pierced through the thick carbon fiber breast plate. Smoke stumbled backward. he looked down as oil spilled out of him. "End it once and for all Cyrax!" Kasai yelled.
Cyrax jumped up, opened up his breast plate, and shot out his plasma net. The net reeled in Smoke to his final death. Cyrax then shot out his ban saw. The saw diced up the cyborg into hundreds of pieces. It was over now. Smoke ceased to exist. Kasai lit the room a blaze which melted all of the body parts. Kasai and Cyrax left the building.
To see what Kasai looks like go to http://Iodinex.deviantart.com
Kasai is the main character of my MK story series. Oh and if anyone knows how to get in touch with Ed Boon so I can send my story to him that would be much appreciated.
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