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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 27 2011, 08:17 PM (161 Views) | |
| Lord Atlas | Jul 27 2011, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, and Continent 1,907 of 2,115 (Trawyn): The massive dishes near the Sphere’s sun rotate into position casting night upon the Trawyn Continent. A massive rocky outcropping is fiercely bombarded by sea spray from the tumultuous ocean that laps up against it. Farther inland a vast and ancient forest is covered in pristine white snow. On the cliffs edge a vast black column of black light lances down and is surrounded in red fierce lighting as it pulses and then fades with a thunderous shock. When the dust and snow settle, Lord Wrath stands with arms folded over his chest, he looks out over the vast endless ocean and watches a combination of sea spray and snowflakes collide with an invisible shield that protects him from the elements. He unfolds his arms and breathing deep says, “Home…how I have missed you.” Wrath turns and begins to walk from the cliff and into the vast forest. The only sound, his boots crunching the new snow underneath. Wrath nods to himself as he does the final calculations. And with a thought he moves the forest into a vast labyrinth. Only the faintest of light can be seen until Wrath takes one step and the whole room alithgs with power. As the lights high over head roar to life dozens of braziers also ignite to reveal a vast dome shaped mausoleum. Wrath stands at the top of a red granite staircase he looks down the staircase to see sprawling out in all directions sarcophagus upon sarcophagus. He counts nearly 5000 such devices all in perfect symmetrical rows. He levitates up and floats over the ancient coffins and nods as he says, “I have come home brothers and sisters.” He lowers himself once he reaches the center of the room. He lands on a raised platform and with a motion of his hand makes the floors retract. A chair rises from the floor as it locks into position it alights with control and monitors, Wrath seats himself and begins to scroll through the registry. Wrath concentrates and calls out to Dja’kah and awaits his arrival in this tomb of dreams……… |
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| Dja'Akh | Jul 27 2011, 09:24 PM Post #2 |
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-the flickering dim torchlight cast long shadows on the walls and floor, which writhed as the flames danced. Wrath wasn't sure when the atmosphere changed, but he was aware from one second to the next when it did. He knew he was not alone, and he felt the presence approach like a hand. The shadows darkened, gathered, and pulled away from the floor upward into a humanoid shape, then walked forward toward him into the torchlight- -Dja'akh was clothed in simple black slacks, a double belt hung low around his waist with glinting gold eyelets and buckles. A simple coat graced his shoulders, and covered down to the tattooed wrists, open down the front revealing the scarab necklace and bare torso riddled with it's writhing tattoos- -his pale green/gold eyes glanced around, then fixed on Wrath, one brow arching- "The whole of the galaxy and you choose a mausoleum. When I said make peace, I did not mean funeral preparations..." |
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| Lord Atlas | Jul 31 2011, 05:15 PM Post #3 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, and Continent 1,907 of 2,115 (Trawyn): Lord Wrath stands from the control throne and bowing slightly says,” Welcome Master Dja’akh.” Wrath levitates into the air to get a better vantage of the massive room as he says,” We are deep with in the most forgotten realms of the Sphere, and what you see is not always what is.” Wrath levitates over to one of the sarcophagus and as Dja’akh follows Wrath passes his hand over the lid of the coffin quickly. A loud hissing sound escapes as the protective and ornate cover slides away revealing a viewing window into the sarcophagus. Both beings look down into the coffin to see a very young girl in her teens, and perfectly preserved. Her eyes and face at total peace. Her long raven hair bound up in an elaborate diadem with the symbol of the Titan Empire in the center of the small crown. Wrath looks at Dja’akh as he says,” This is the center of the Emperor’s heart, all of his most gifted and talented children are here, and all of them are endowed in the same way as the “Seven” all of these children are Hok’tars.” Wrath walks a few feet away as he reflects,” There was a time before the “Seven” revolted that Atlas planned to unleash an army of Hok’tars on the galaxy, burning and destroying in his name. All humbled and cowed in much the same way as the “Seven” once was, but after our revolt he deemed this project to dangerous. He imprisoned the “Seven” and laid 5,000 of his own children to rest.” Lord Wrath stands directly in front of Dja’akh and with a searing fire in his eyes says,” Here lays your army, here lies the path to the true overthrow of the first Ascended. Surly you know that they will never just sit back and let you have your way with the order of things. No, they will find at first find subtle ways to stop you then, when those fail they will come after you. Spare me the old conventions that they played by, that time is past. The past few years have shown us this, but with an entire army of Hok’tars at your command, even the combined might of the Ascended cannot stand against you and your order. All you have to do is say it and I will make it so.” Wrath’s arm makes a sweeping motion over the 5,000 sarcophagus as he smiles knowingly… |
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| Dja'Akh | Jul 31 2011, 05:51 PM Post #4 |
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-the pale green eyes that looked back into Wraths were unreadable as the expression. It was like he carried a piece of utter tranquility and serenity in his head, and it kept him completely neutral of face and form. His tone however was cold and nearly lifeless, echoing with the goa'uld tones- "You bring me here, tell me these things, show me these poor creatures, and then speak to me of old conventions?" -his gold sandaled feet carried him soundless over to the first sarcophagi and reached in, gripping the figure within by the throat like a rag doll and drawing it out to wave at Wrath like she weighed less than the clothing he wore- "This is not an answer! This is treading upon a path another began, not starting your own as you were instructed. I sent you out to sever your ties to your past, and the first thing you do is try and pick up the frayed edges as if it was your own." -with an almost casual gesture he tossed the body away, where it struck the wall with enough force to become a pasty smear and crack the wall's mortar, sending a shudder through the whole complex. Wrath noted, on the open exposed chest, his skin was crawling with the black tattoos, as if they were excited by the violence, and his pale green eyes were solid and glowing gold, the white having turned fully black as he bared his teeth at Wrath- "This is not what you were supposed to be doing..." -he half turned, and took a slow breath, pursing his lips as he looked down the row upon row of coffin like containers, then glanced back at Wrath, his eyes gone back to their pale green and gold, with whites showing again- "Wake them if you want, but they will all be your responsibility. They will have to find the Temple on their own, with or without your help. The Masters agreed to train you, and you in turn will have to train them. If you accept this, " -he made a gesture of dismissal- "then so be it..." -with a flash of black flame and the rumble of thunder, he vanished back into the shadows. In the silence that followed the sound of receding storm, Wrath could hear the faint drip, drip, drip that was once a human being- "Four thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine then..." -Wrath said to himself- |
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| Lord Atlas | Jul 31 2011, 06:20 PM Post #5 |
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Milky Way, Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, and Continent 1,907 of 2,115 (Trawyn): Lord Wrath looks curious as he says to himself,” Intriguing, that was quite unlike him, such unbridled violence. Something to be watched no doubt.” Wrath turns and walks to length of the path way up to the throne and sitting upon it begins to work at the consoles scanning the long lines of code as he determines the best route to awaken his long slumbering brethren. He leans back in the throne and rubbing his temples frowns as he says,” Too many, too many to awaken at the same time and remain off t he security grid that is, perhaps I am going about this all wrong…. ah….that is what I need. I need the “Seven” Lord Wrath rises from the throne and disappears in bolt of black lighting……….. Edited by Lord Atlas, Jul 31 2011, 06:20 PM.
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