Azraile: Raven wakes with a groggy sick feeling, something is wrong... all his trainning tells him something isn't right. looking around the room's colloring is all wrong... an eirry familar blue glown shines in through cracks and windows, and it's cold.... cold, thats not right at all. The robot girl seams to be sleeping and when you turn to tink he caws at you and explodes into a cloud of rust that falls silently over the table.
birdy: Raven shoves a finger down his throat and forces himself to throw up, blaming the sick feeling on the booze and drugs. Whatever's going on here, he's going to need to be in fighting shape and have a clear head.
Azraile: The sick felling is passing on it's own, as you throw up the puke fades away as if it was soaked up by the floor. Blue... blue and green... and cold... it wasn't right. The girl spazemed as her skin started to melt, the water released by the failing forcefield, her circets starting to rust. The walls starting to rust away too. All faster and faster as the floor cumbled away under him to earth.
birdy: Raven jumps from the crumbling floor, spreads his wings, and gluides to the room safe. He perchs on top of it as he reachs down to turn the dial. If the floor falls out from under the safe, he'll ride it down.
Azraile: The ground was at level with the floor as it apears.... and the safe, aswell as his stuff in it was soon gone as everything else. He was left in a desolet waist land as it started to snow... the burnt out flash burns around bodies on stone seen all about, with the scatered glows of green, red, and twisting blue lights in the distances. And there it was the twisted mountain of rock glowing and testiing it the blue of the demetional rift it formed, and the cloud of masive insects that circled around it. Less than a stones throw away was the shelter door he so remembers...... but this... how could he be seeing it... this was, it had to be just after the impact.
birdy: Raven looked around at the barren waste about him, the mountian, the door he remembered so well. It seemed his reckless life had finally ended that night in the hotel room, and this was the start of his decent into whatever Hell was deserving of him. It had taken decades of trying, but it seemed the Spirits of the Dead would finally be appeased...
Azraile: A painfull crekking and braking away of melted metals, similar to when he escaped that hell hole were hurd as the doors unlocked and opened to him... just a darkness awaiting inside.
Raven started to sing out loud, and the more he stared into that yawning abess the louder his voice grew. He channeled his power and summoned a spirit light so he could see in the darkness.
birdy: This is the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QR93m8USug
Azraile: (I Won't Back Down - Johnny Cash... hehe and you have to make it a little interesting)
Azraile: (lol and with one dice)
Azraile: His magic seamed to be failling him... but something else, maybe his heart... maybe his soul... maybe just hope... light a light as the crystals on his face started to glow some.
Azraile: A few of them broke off and colected into a ball of crystal shards that prodiced a sorce of light.
Raven looks at this, but figures this is Hell so anything can happen. He picks up the ball in one of his non-talon hands in case he needs those for weapons later, and heads into the darkness.
Azraile: The dark halls of a powerless chanmber await him. They all seamed quite empty, even the deepest chambers seam to be occupied by dust. At first it seamed this place only had the inverted shadows of those he left outside and ithe memories, smells, and dust covered stains of those he had killed inside. But there was something odd.... nothing even slightly editable was left, not even clothing or the boxes the rations had been in, leather boots, rubbery linnings ... nothing. Then he saw the first sign of why, one of those he killed.. his/her/it?s flesh rotting away or eatten away by others, the beast sludging along with hungry eyes on you.
birdy: Raven is without his trusted gun and armor, but he won't roll over and give up, even in this accursed place. He charges the beast with abattle cry on his beak, his talons bared for it's mid section as he swings the jagged shard ball at it's head.
Azraile: The ball dispurses in your hand the shards scattering about the room and goind dim the moment it's raised in anger. In the dim light though Raven cuts into the beast deeply tairing at it, though it seams to notice little as you shred it's organs. More familar faces can be seen, and the sounds of more can be hurd coming.
birdy: Raven hauled off and punched thebeast he was facing in the mouth, figuring it can't eat him without teeth.
Azraile: It's jaw shattered and it stagered back and fell to the ground, but it seams only to colect it's jaw pices. Others though throw thimselfs onto Raven with a good deal of force, but he's able to stagger back and keep his footing.
birdy: His tactic seemed to work, at least it slowed the first one down for a minute. Raven raises his arms and starts throwing punches, four fists, no waiting. He's trying to work his way to the biggest clump left of glowing crystals so he can see his attackers better.
Azraile: Two more broken jaws, but soon Raven was forced to the ground and they were falling on top of him.
birdy: Raven was not going silently. He kicked, elbowed, bit, qand head butted.
Azraile: They were soon bitting into his arms, legs, and wings. While more were pilling into the room, so many people.... but there was so little food.
birdy: Raven finally gave up fighting, he'd been doing it for eighty years. His youth, the Army back on Earth, the Marines, his nightmares, the Dead that tortured him. He had condemned these souls for selfish actions so many years ago, but the memory was still fresh to him. They hungered, for revenge most likely. He would pay for his actions, a pound of flesh for each he had wrongly sentenced to die. Perhaps they would devour the very soul from his body, and he would finally have peace.
Azraile: It was quite the unpleasent espereance and they did, alteast it seamed to be... they tore quickly through flesh and pulled bones apart braking chewsing sucking marrow untill there was nothing left .... but he was still there, aware... the eyes looking more sad than starved as they looked at him, and the shards collecting into a crystal bird giving him a luminesent form of sorts.
birdy: Raven looked at those before him, his heart had hardened inside of him long ago and he hadn't cried in what seemed to him to be forever, but now a single gem fell from a glowing eye to the dusty floor of the bunker. "I'm sorry for what I did to you, I have been for the length of my life. You haunt my dreams, but you don't need to because my own actions haunt me as well. I wanted to pay you back for what I did, you were hungry and I gave you my flesh. You deserve a greater payment, but there's nothing more to give."
Azraile: "You gave us what you took, and denyed...." they nod some standing as they start to 'heal' flesh being restored to a healthy state as they walk out heading to the exit leaving you there alone in the room. Once they are all gone a wall forms sealing you in the room, then opens forming into a half open air lock.
birdy: Raven isn't sure exactly what's happening here, he doubted very much that he would find atonement of any sort in Hell, where until now he had been sure he was. Hoping for more understanding to his current situation, he walked to the airlock, stooped down, and made his way under.
Azraile: You stumble to your hands and knees... but they are knot your own, cold stones form beneeth your cloth covered feet and a pool of spreading blood. Scattered pices of a shatered crown of electrum lay about pices shatered and fallen about.... the Letteres T and M on two pices, a rusted pice covered in blood holding another M.... your attention is drawn up by the fire around you. You see a grate room with burning tapestries ... you can make much of them save there is a caduceus and the ones that haven't burnt up much you see a crown at the top of there symboles. As you exsamen things you are soaked in blood all over, and draped in a pure white slilk robe.
birdy: Raven gathers the pieces of the crown, and with his repair skill and power over metal and machinary, attempts to put them back together as he hums 'If I Were a Carpenter.'
Azraile: The pices fall into more pices crumbling away
Azraile: The room is flooded with a blinding light... the sorce is found to be a gaint... atleast 15 feet in hight standing over you looking down with two blazing stars for eyes, the rest of it's figure as black as the sky at night as it voices echo male and female twisted and broken. "You are Unity..... your crown to hide you....children.... my worlk will endure.... we split your crown.... your will... the essential fire....to heat.......not yours by right.....a sundering..... Napea cut Adam.... Shards of Gilgul..... to keep usurpers from the throne of the most high.... even if all the shards... were gathereed.... denied the garden.... are not God.....subject to judgment..... my unwanted husband..... would reverse the judgment of the most high........ if your brother is worthy...... the wand of Hermes..... angeles in the newly shatered earth......... shildren will wither under wrath...... the winds of Armageddon..... Gilgul into one body.....The crown is the flower of the tree....... I will not let my chidren fall....... Hold your secret brother close......chose!"
birdy: Raven looks at the creature, confused. "My crown? I wear no crown, for a crown befots a king, a leader of people. I am no leader, I tried tto be, and all who followed me lost their lives, save for one who lost his mind. This castle, these trappings, this fine robe, the crown, give them all to one more deserving than I. Someone who can help, lead, heal. Only death and sorrow echo from my footsteps."
Azraile: "They are yours..... your broken crown...... brother..... find the pices..... find your ......." with that the suns grow dark there light fadding as they colapse in on themselves into black holes, the burst of flames from there deaths inserating everything even your robes leaving your blody form to be drawn into the darkness. Into the emptiness of space with the wreckage of his ship and the floating suits of his squad.
birdy: Raven floated in the void, remembering this tragidy of his life well as well. He was clad in his own suit, an alarm sounding as it ran out of air. It must have been that noise that awoke him the first time, when he was left for dead with the rest of his men. Like before, he undid the latches of his helmet, and removed it. He had done so the first time all those years ago hoping for a quick death; he figured the vacuum and cold of space would have killed him instantly, instead of slowly strangling from a lack of air. He had discovered something else when he'd removed the helm the first time, and he was counting on it working again.
Azraile: He wasn't the only one taking his helmet off this time. Rather a goast, a nightmare, or some demonic vissage... he didn't seam to want to go away. "Hello Thomas" the old sniper said as he aimed his side arm behind him and fired it a few times sending himself flying at you, and barring his combat knife.
birdy: Raven hoped this, whatever it was, was true to life. He reached for his own gun, the one he had found and brought with him from a doomed Earth. If it was with him now, he fired it behind him and moved his own self forward to meet the sniper, helmet still clutched in one hand to parry the blade of the other.
Azraile: His blade cought in your helmet, he buts you in the head but ends up hurting his head more than yours.
birdy: Thomas brought the butt of his gun down on the wrist holding the other's gun, trying to knock it out of his grasp as the no longer old Marine twisted and jerked the helmet, attempting to pull the knife away from the other. He returned the head butt, but he was aiming for the other man's nose to take the fight out of him. "So you got a problem with me too, huh? Well, there seems to be no end to that here, where ever here is."
Azraile: You manage to wrangle the knife away and brake his nose but he shoots you a few times in the chest.... thankfully the blood and pain throws off his aim and the bulits hit harder parts of your suit just tairing chucks out of it.
Azraile: and if you don't grab him... sending him flying off away from you
birdy: Raven girns as the shots just damage his suit, which he doesn't need to survive in space anyway. He raises his own gun and aims it between the man's eyes.
birdy: Raven tried again to knock the gun from the other's hand, but while he did so, he reached out with his other hand to grasp the man's suit. "I did everything I knew to do the last time, and I lost every man that served under me. Not this time, not again. I'll knock you out if I have to, but I'm not losing every man again."
Azraile: Your unable to catch him as he floats away and your shot misses hitting him in the sholder, but it goes through the armor into him making him grunt. He takes another shot sending him flying into the ships remains, he brakes open a compartment and pulls out a cutting tool welding it like a short sword, warming the vibro blade up. "you just don't get it do you?"
birdy: (I never posted that he shot)
Azraile: (oh well he still moves to the ship for the cutter)
Azraile: (sorry)
birdy: Raven reached out, and grabbed a length of wreckage that was jagged and a few feet long. "Get it? I get it, you don't. I worked hard for my command, it was given to me because I knew what I was doing. We ran into trouble, I gave orders, the best ones I knew how, but there were just too many. I didn't run, I stayed fighting to the last man, until my ship was shot out from under me and I was left for dead. I was ready to die too, amoung my men, and let someone or thing greater than me judge my actions. But it wasn't my time. It was theirs, but not mine, and nothing you do or try is going to change that. You can try, but you're still not goingt o kill me if it's not my time."
Azraile: He lunges at you, using the boots to give him some false gravity to the ship, and drove the blade down onto the hull pice. The blade cut right through it like it was made to, but not full powered, died out by the time it hit your armor just leaving a deep scar in the metal as it wobbled and tried to vibrate widged in like it was. "It's not we have a problem with you. You have a problem with you." he says while trying to kick off of you but the blade was stuck.
Azraile: (aprently not enugh to hurt you right now though =p)
birdy: "You want me to join you? Would that bring you peace? You think I cheated you out of something by not dying with you? If that's what it will cost to bring peace to these Spirits, so be it." That being said, Thomas took the sharp piece of metal he held, and jammed into into his own chest.
Azraile: The action made the light of his crystals fade, but he was unable to hurt himself.... just tair a hole into his armor. Jimmy boy's face melted away into your old human face with the blody scared face and ozzing eye socket. "We want what you want.... we want resolusion" he grunted pulling the sword away. "hu least not with them... but with him..... maybe... but is death realy the answer" Not making much sense though he swins the sword at you slicing through your armor burning your chest .. it dose no lasting damage but it hurts like hell.
birdy: "So you're me, you want to fight the evil you've become, and you think that's me, do you? What exactly do you plan to do, young one? Kill me, you think that's going to free yourself of some curse? Well, it's not going to. I know what's going to happen to you, the choices you're going to make, and from the looks of that eye, the ones you've alreasy made. In time you'll turn out to be just as I am, and then maybe a younger you will attack as you are now, kill you, and restrart the cycle all over again. You think hurting me is going to give you piece for those people you killed, just to save yourself, some kind of atonement? It's not going to, nothing works. I tried to redeem myself and ran this squad, I gave way to drugs and booze, sex, anything to block it out for a few precious seconds, but it's all a waste. Because they're waiting for you, right at the edge of your soul, they'll grab you in your dreams, and try to never let you go. Then, someday, when you're past my age, you'll pick one fight too many, try the wrong stuff, drink the wrong bottle, tempt fate one too many times, and you'll be with those spirits that have hounded your life forever in death."
Azraile: He lowers his sword. "You haunt yourself more than they haunt you.... and him.... they haunt him. Not the you you are, but the you you remember in the worst of your nightmares... the you that striped the flesh from screaming children for his spells... the you that carved the lives of others into his flesh.... they haunt him." His heals up "and we are not him....."
Raven checked his gun, now that the other was no longer attacking. "Well, where ever this is, the past is alive here. The bunker, my squad, you. You want atonement? Then let's get it, let's search this realm for this other us, this slayer of children, and let's send him to those who await him. At least we can find them peace."
Azraile: "Your mind... your soul... you seek more than atonement. And he is not just a part of you, he lives and if you do not seek him he will seek you. You are shatered and not all of the pices shine brightly......." His body starts to desolve into black sludge... as do the other bodies... and the ship... everything starts to give way to the thick tarr lick icker.
"Here we go again. Earth, the bunker, an airlock that led into a burning tower, a giant, my dead squad, a young me, and now tar. Why the hell not?"
Azraile: There was an echoing laughter as the tar pulled together revealing a cavern, a it congilled into a pool... "why......nott.......... " there was more deep but borken laugther as boiling bones rose to the surface a few pulling out with the tar dripping of them "it is 'mine/ours/yours' (the words said together) give .... give it..... to ' me/us' (the same)"
birdy: "Give you what? I have nothing to give. The world in which I live doesn't want my life, and neither does here as I've tried to give it twice now. My magicks don't work, my gun, armor, and even my gremlin are gone. What could you want that I have?"
Azraile: The side of your face slowly turns to flesh again as the stone and metal crumbles away at the pointing tallon the bones form into. " 'ours/mine/us' ..... give...."
birdy: "You're not answering my question, give you what? I might have thought the Eye of Morphius, but that's gone now. In this place I had fine robes, a crown, and a space suit but those are all gone now. What is left that you want?"
Azraile: (you are back the way you started again with the eye lol sorry)
Azraile: It has been hard to tell what you have but when it reaches up the claw tinking agenst the metal of the eye.... it's clear you have it.
birdy: "So, you want the Eye of Morphius, do you? It's been with me a long time, just by wearing it it grants me powers beyond my own, and I have yet to attempt to really use it. You want that, the power, whatever might be locked into it? If you do, then you must take all of it. You must take the pain, the sorrow, the regret, the blood of 1200 people. I wear it so I never forget what I did. You want it, this chain about my soul, this mark of my suffering? Have it, and may it bring you all you deserve as it has me." Raven used his Talons to remove the stone eye, and he placed it in the claw before him.
Azraile: It draws the stone into the pool, and it bubbles to the surface growing and growing as bone collects around it, then slowly the skull of some masive lizard/bird like beast, shatered and broken in pices risses slowly out of the muck. Bones rise with it.... a broken skellton, missing limbs, and large seconds of it gone as the tar fills it's form. The eye bubbles up and flows into it's eye socket as it looks down at you. "Yes... 'your/my/our' burden as many more..... but the preasent/past/future burden dose not matter.... we/our/its reconstruction matters more"
birdy: "Reconstruction? Reconstruction of what? What manner of being are you?"
Azraile: "we/you/i am the salamander.... the worlds of unity were/are writen down.... the pages scattered to the wind..... find more and bring them to me/us/it"
birdy: "We, you, I? So, you and I are connected, somehow? What happened to the rest of you? How did you scatter?"
Azraile: "Betrayed .......... Hermetic Gilgul..... the crown is broken.......too broken.... to many pices.... we/you are weak...... fire is out...."
birdy: Raven picks up a rock, and walks to the edge of the pit. He strikes the rock on the cave floor, over and over, creating sparks that fall down toward the tar. "If the fire is out, then we'll relight it." As he does this, the old man remembers when he first came to this place, and the terrible cold he felt."
Azraile: It cranks its neck in a bird like fassion watching as it sunk into the tar. "not enugh...."
birdy: He gives up trying to ignite the tar. "How can the fire be out? I saw a tower here, the fire filled it, consumed all in sight."
Azraile: "A consuming fire ... as the pices fall away..... not a fire.... fire of the heart... of sustinance...."
birdy: "Of the heart? How can that fire be out? For all I have done, I fight to live. Does that not prove that the fire in my heart burns bright still?"
Azraile: "heart broken... all is borken.... fire needs fuel... strength.... we/i/you are not whole......."
birdy: Raven pondered on this for a time before speaking again. "So you're yet another representation of me, or you're at least a part of me somehow, whatever you are. You're not whole, that I can see, and since you're not, I'm not, somehow. There are pieces of you, er, me, that I need to collect to grow whole, and the more whole I become the stronger I become. Whatever these pieces are you want me to find, the Eye of Morphius was one such piece, which is why when I gave it to you, you grew strong enough to take form. Is all this correct, or am I way off here?"
Azraile: It nods some but it seams to be growing weak again it's skull cracking while some of it's bone fall into the tar. " and my/your/our brother..... all once one ..... he is....... one...... you/me/we are many...."
birdy: "My brother? Do you mean the man my younger self told me about? The one who was me before, but still is, the one who flayed the skin of children for his spells and carves the history of people into his body? The one who will seek me if I do not seek him first?"
Azraile: "the dark one..... pices of the sister..... the brother can not be found till we/she/it is whole"
Azraile: The skull sinks into the bubbling oils the large eye floating there under it as it rests on the surface
birdy: "So this dark one, he and I are pieces of a whole, and he wants to put the pieces back together himself so he will be whole. He will come for me, for with more pieces his power grows. Who is the brother, and sister?"
Azraile: "Sister salamander..... brother laviathan....
birdy: "This brother and sister, are they like you, part of me, or are they something outside of me?"
Azraile: "you... salamander...... brother must.... stay hiden.... " the skull cracks and cumbls away as the eye shrinks down and floats back to edge of the pool at your feet.
birdy: Raven watched as the bones become nothing,and reached down into the pool of tar, and removed the eye. He looked at it for a moment, remembering what it had cost for him to hae it. It still reminded him of the blood he spilled, and always would, but that was the cross he had to bare. Heslipped the eye back into it's socket.
Azraile: The tuch of the eye sent a surge of energy through him, and ideas.... thoughts, dreams, vissions.... fire and memories.... in the fire a pheonix that carried him from harm.... it didn't really make much sense, but it made him wake with a start. He felt ... alive...more so than he felt any day scense that day he first touched the eye. The surge was ... almost like that first time, so many ideas, thoughs, flodding his mind, and he felt power surging through every bit of his body. His face was covered in a few cyrstals larger than he's seen before. The whore bot was gone but tink looked at you quite suprized tiliting his head to one side looking more than a little confused.
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