Ab_Horrence Wrote:
OOC - Alright, so I'm only a bajillion pages behind. I am planning on reading up on all of it and trying to get a sense of where the story is. Last time I wrote anything I was in Outworld fighting a bunch of Centaurs and Tarkatans for some reason (I really should've just started on Shang's island) and want to transition from there to where you guys are at story-wise.

ICEgrenade told this to longlivequeensindel recently so I'm guessing it hasn't gotten to far from this point:

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well were already in MK2 just the beginning..
Serenity gets killed by Mr.Mute during the invasion of the wu shi academy, goes to the netherrealm, gets revived my marek, but is corrupted.

That's whats you missed so far.

Maybe you can meet up with Mr.Mute, Oknik, or Snake which are pretty much my enemies lol

Mr.Mute just escaped after killing me and is in outworld.
Oknik is following me finding a time to strike (but right now since im slightly evil hes waiting for me to completely turn
Spoilers: (Highlight to reveal)
which i wont

Snake is sent by quan chi to make sure i join the brotherhood of shadows

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Anyway, where do you guys think the best spot to join in would be? I'm going to conveniently find a portal that will take me where ever the action is taking place.

Thoughts?

ICEgrenade Wrote:
Who is your character? maybe knowing will help me give you a suggestion.

Ab_Horrence Wrote:


Yaray

Ekimaru Wrote:
Ekimaru raised his eyebrow ,it appeared this swordsman got his attention , a feat rarely seen.

" Hmph....tell me swordsman ..are you strong? "

And with these words a seemingly instant attack followed :

Nitroryuu : Firefly’s Madness( A two sword attack that has a stabbing motion , it is designed to break the opponent's weapon )

ShaoKahnhurtmyfeelings Wrote:
Ekibyogami is shocked realizing that Okorik stole the locust serenity. Seeing Snake caught off guard as well,Ekibyogami uses this chance to escape,turning into locusts and grabbing nightwolf,flying away from the attacker.

Landing in a distant area,Ekibyogami asks nightwolf to remove the taint.

"Your in luck,for she was only there for a day,so it should not take long."

Nightwolf begins his ritual as Ekibyogami watches on.

After some time had passed,Nightwolf gets up and begins to leave.

"It has been a pleasure to meet you Iya,you are not nearly as bad as some of our legends imply,do not worry she is cured"
And at that Nightwolf left.

Ekibyogami turns to Serenity.

ICEgrenade Wrote:


Serenity's eyes open looking straight up at the beautiful blue sky.
She sits up, and instantly holds her body in pain.
"What happened?"

Lurker_of_Rapture Wrote:


Okorik just barely dodges the attack. "Impressive. Looks like you were trained well," says Okorik, looking excited. Okorik soon lifts his sword calmly and shoots a few fireballs at Ekimaru. Okorik then rushes forward, hoping to gain the advantage.

Ab_Horrence Wrote:
An odd site greets him as he fends off a few more Tarkatans. 50 paces in front, by the evergoing ceremony by the unlit effigy, a warrior rides one of the horse-men consentually. This warrior is female, and surprisingly enough, of Tarkatan descent.
In that moment of distraction, Yaray feels a piercing sensation right through his chest. A blade now lies beneath his gaze and the brazen Tarkatan stands behing him.
Blood slowly spills out of Yaray’s wound. The Tarkatan behind him begins to laugh.
“If only you had only been a few inches up.” Yaray says as he grabs the blade and shoves it further up towards his chest. Blood now dribbles from his torso and his hands.
Even though he cannot see the savage’s face, he knows the Tarkatan is confused. Yaray can feel the arm-blade twitch inside of his stomach, not knowing whether to pull out finish the job.
“There, that’s perfect.”
Suddenly Yaray’s chest splits open on a diagonal angle. Tendrils start to worm their way out from the expanding bisection. The blade becomes loose as the division happens right where Yaray positioned the abdominal intrusion.
Before his enemy can react, the tendrils wrap around the Tarkatan warrior and bind his other arm. Slowly and methodically the prisoner is pulled, headfirst, through the space in between the split.
Yaray looks down at the face of his enemy as it comes through his gap. The nomad’s beady eyes are watering and multiple coughs escape out of his shark like teeth. Soon the Tarkatan has nearly finished his macabre birth and Yaray brings his orderly elbow down upon the enemy’s temple.
Bone crunch as the Tarkatan falls to the ground. The tendrils, having released their prey, return to the inside. Yaray becomes whole once again.
He steps over his latest victim, who now has bile oozing out from his cracked mouth. The celebration of ‘Kombat’ has gotten quieter. The fighting continues but with less fury. Many of the two factions, Centaur and Tarkatan, look his way.
The Tarkatan horde rush towards him, without any grace. The female Tarkatan riding the Centaur extends her dual arm-blade up and seemingly orders the Centaurs to charge. Yaray takes a military stance, holding his flag above his head and enjoying the quelling of the disorder that was just occurring prior. The white, now torn flag waves pathetically among the swirling red dust.
He can hear laughter coming from all around as at least 30 members of the two races rush forwards. Of course, neither race are ones to ever accept or attempt surrender. Some do not even know the meaning of the word, and a lot of other words for that matter.
Yaray waits as the crescent of bodies closes in on him. Those at the front of the throng are now 20 paces away. The pounding of the Tarkatan yells and the Centaur hooves is deafening. He drops the flag as though he’s given up even trying to surrender. It lands bottom first into the red dirt, the pointed tip boring a hole into the ground.
In a voice that could only be channeled through the Gods themselves, Yaray speaks. The voice can be heard crystal clear by all approaching him even through incredible brouhaha.
“Those that trample upon the earth shall be trampled themselves; This is the Rule!”
And with that the flag mystically rises up from the ground. It floats whimsically above Yaray’s head and a circle of pale purple light expands from his spot.
Some Centaurs stop and marvel at the sight, not knowing what to expect, including the one with the female Tarkatan commander. The rest continue their descent upon the land marked with the purple circle.
At 15 paces, the first enemy breaches the Yaray’s spell. He is Tarkatan of course and his land speed has gotten even faster after the mystic Command. The flag soars like an arrow from above with the silk fabric wrapping around the pole. The stubborn warrior dodges left as the metal spike flies towards him. However, the flag has homed in on its target and changes course. The Tarkatan has no time to slow down before being pierced through the chest. He falls. Some stop. Most continue their assault.
The Outland denizen are not prepared for the speed and accuracy of the projectile. With the outer radius of the purple land, the flag finds its way through more moving flesh at lightning speed. Four, five, six more attackers fall. One Centaur is speared through his left back thigh and he tumbles to the ground.
The flag is not fast enough to stop all those who pose a threat so Yaray prepares to defend his ground. A blade reaches him first which he easily blocks. He falls to a low fighting stance and targets the shins and back of the knees of his opponent. A Centaur charges through and Yaray leaps away, leaving the Tarkatan to be crushed.
The Centaur rears its hind legs and turns back towards his slippery adversary. Yaray greets his attention with a blast of white light to the neck. Two more Tarkatans bear down upon him. He efficiently snaps the neck of one and uppercuts the other to the ground. Four more attackers enter the fray. The Centaur of the group yields at the sidelines as the Tarkatans do the dirty work.
Yaray is caught by a kick and stumbles back. He is noticeably fatigued. He is able to throw one back while fending off the other two. The Centaur takes this opportunity and gallops forward. The thrown Tarkatan gets up and speeds back to the fight hoping to claim his prize.
The purple circle begins to recede. The two Tarkatans are circling the more and more injured outsider. The Centaur readies to jump to crush the three opponents with his mighty feet. The other Tarkatan runs his blade along the ground as he runs preparing the slash his prey in half.
The flag makes its wondrous return piercing the neck of the pre-leap Centaur and the skull of the oncoming Tarkatan. The two circling enemies do not see the flag returning and both rain down on Yaray at the same time.
He raises his hand and catches the now unfurled flag, the white silk surprisingly still immaculate through all the crimson blood. Yaray deflects the three blades with the metal flag and is able to gain the upper hand on the two remaining Tarkatans. They hit the floor scratched and broken.
Yaray breathes heavily. There is a lull from the storm. Centaurs and Tarkatans look on from different points far from the target. Dozens of bodies now have red dust slowly covering them due to the mystical outsider.
The ceremony of worshipping the helmet adorned straw-man continues, albeit with less revelers. Tarkatans and Centaurs just on the horizon continue to battle each other. From the East, a new figure is making its way across the wastes. Bodies seem to fly 10 feet in the air around it and the hulking creature almost blends in with the dust, its body seeming to be completely blood red.
Yaray notices this all from upon one knee. His powers, while powerful, also expend much energy. The Tarkatan Commander that was previously riding a Centaur now walks towards him, one of her dual-blades drawn.
He gets the energy to stand back on both legs. He knows this upcoming battle is going to be differently from the nameless grunts he’s been piling through. In his mind he thinks that this might be the last place he ever sees, the eternally red and desolate desert in Outworld.
He is not one to ever seek help or ask the Gods that sent him on this circumventive quest for assistance, but at this point he’d accept the hand of anyone willing to fight.

ICEgrenade Wrote:


ok lets see...

Mix between chaos and order.. hmm

if you want to follow order youre more than welcome to join Serenity, Marek, and Ekibyogami.

Currently i don't know where Serenity is lol
Marek is in chaosrealm
Ekibyogami is in Earthrealm searching for Nightwolf (youll understand why when you read and are up to date with whats going on lol)

If you want to follow chaos you can be against us or join Okorik, Mr.mute, Snake, or Malice.

Okorik is currently fighting someone
Snake was fighting Ekibyogami for Serenity's body
Malice is currently unknown
Mr.Mute is in outworld after killing me

Ekimaru Wrote:


Ekimaru is amazed at the level of Okorik's attacks . After each blow it becomes harder and harder for him to block them.
With a smile on his face he says:

"Tell me your name samurai...you got me iintreagued"

Ekimaru Wrote:
" !? ..You are really something else! I am getting pumped!!"

Ekimaru threw a barage of fireballs towards Okorik, finally finishing with a flame beam so intense that the air around them started to dance..

ICEgrenade Wrote:


"Seems like quite an adventure we had. Oww.."

Serenity rises to her feet, staggering a bit.

"Whoa" Serenity looks at Ekibyogami not noticing beforehand his wounds and dried blood.

"What happen to you Ekibyogami?"