Post by iprince on Mar 30, 2007 11:32:00 GMT -7
This is a continuation from the end of the hunt, and plot part #1.
This is NOT a roleplay, merely the 'story bit' for the beginning of the second part of the plot.
It had taken much longer than Yuukuj would have preferred. Time seemed to drag on, his radio signal growing dimmer and dimmer until it was left to hum silently against the ignorant inhabitants of this little England town. Oh, they were here though. They were all still here, every last Euclides, Amuni, Defore...every last one of their creations. They wandered, they longed for home, but they couldn't leave. Not until he let them, and it wasn't time for that now.
"M'lord'ku!"
Arry's voice cut through the dreadful quiet of the spattering rain, thundering against the rickety roof of the shack. Yuukuj stirred, the threads of his mind snaking out to reach his servant.
Arry appeared at the front of the room, hunched over his lithe body, a twisted smile gleaming over his cracked lips.
"They've returned."
Yuukuj nodded, his dark face devoid of expression, but if one were to touch their mind to his, they would have felt the pleasure rolling off him in waves,” Very well, Arry. Send them in.”
They came, one by one, Kubiun with her head held high, her arms held loosely at her sides. She was gorgeous, as ever, and Yuukuj greeted her with a touch of his mind. She replied in turn and moved to stand in the center of the floor. Next was Soyajikun, a grin splitting his face in two, his eyes sparkling with an ever present silver gleam. He entered in a flurry of limbs, his tail swinging back and forth with child-like glee. He bowed flamboyantly, and Yuukuj touched their minds as well. Teneurkujen came third, slipping into the room like a shadow. He made not a noise, nor gesture, and send his mind sweeping toward Yuukuj before the other had a chance to greet him. The prodding was sharp and metallic, but Yuukuj accepted it with a nod, and Teneur joined his comrades in the center of the room. Arry slipped into the room after him, carrying a little box between his four hands. Yuukuj let out a gruff bark of something akin to laughter and touched his mind to the box. It sprang open, and Jubeiriku shimmered into the room. He swiped the box from Arry’s grip and crushed it, sending the shattered pieces to the dusty floor.
No Amunuku.
Very well, they didn’t have time to wait for him.
“Why are we here?” Kubiun spoke first, her mind glittering with curiosity and distrust.
“You’re collector didn’t tell you?” Soya grinned at her, “Oi, I’d say mines a might bit better than yours, in that respect.”
“I came for different reasons than simply believing the word of a servant,” Kubiun hissed, her tail swaying against the floor,”I’d rather hear our purpose for Yuukuj’s lips.”
“I would as well,” growled Jubeiriku, flicking dust from his dark skin,”I was taken against my will.”
Yuukuj stirred and silenced them with a gruff thought,” We’re here because I found the key to returning us to Zar.”
There was little silence in response to his statement. Kubiun, Jubeiriku , and Teneur all gave quiet huffs of disbelief. Yuukuj could feel their ignorance rolling off them in thick waves. He didn’t blame them. With a snap of his head and flick of his mind-voice he turned to Arry. Get the child.
Arry nodded and slipped into the backroom.
“We’ve been on earth for centuries, Yuukuj, you can’t expect us to believe you have the secret now,” Teneur this time.
“I do hate to be a pessimist, but it is rather unlikely,” continued Soya with a sheepish grin.
Yuukuj did not respond.
Arry appeared moments later, carrying a long-limbed bundle in his hands. A Euclides. An artifact. The murdons stirred uncomfortably in its presence.
“What is it?” Jube hissed, eyeing the thing with a glare.
The artifact stirred, turning a blank four-eyed gaze on its speaker. Something blazed from its mind and the murdons fell into silence, tails whipping in agitation and discomfort.
“It’s a mutant…and abomination…”
“It’s a servant of the prince.”
The room fell silent, the emptiness weighing heavily in all their minds.
Tenuer spoke in soft tones, stepping toward Arry and the artifact,” The titles tend to go hand in hand…”
“If it is,” Kubiun continued with a gasp,”That means he’s here…he has access to us…”
“He can save us,” Soya have a jubiliant whoop and rushed toward the artifact.
Arry backed away, clutching the thing to its chest. The artifact flicked its tail against his arm and looked away with indifference.
“It’s more than that,” Yuukuj rose from his seat,”It’s a promise. Our prince will return to us, but he has…instructions.” He locked gazes with the artifact, sending a thread of thought toward him.
Give us the prophecy.
The artifact complied. It did not speak words, but the thoughts that bloomed from its mind filled each of the murdon leaders, a twisted, metallic sound, like silk and steel, weaving its way around their minds...
The mind voice of the artifact fell silent.
“…it used his name,” Jube breathed, “Even we are not permitted that…”
“Irrelevant,” a new voice cut through the old. The leaders whipped about to see Amunuku standing against the wall, his pale pastel shades glittering in the shadows,” But our Prince is not known for his patience. I suggest we begin as quickly as possible.”
Yuukuj returned to his seat with a frown,” You’re late.”
Amunuku’s mind merely glittered with an atrocity of mixed emotions in response, one’s that even Yuukuj couldn’t decipher.
But he was correct. It was time to begin their task.
Updates
I. Defore, as well as any other LC species, may be roleplayed in the Euclides/Amuni roleplay section. The non-Euclide/Amuni will have been brought here by the Radio Signal.
II. Anyone wishing to play a murdon (one of the above characters or otherwise) should check out the "Needed Characters" board. These characters may be posted anywhere in the Euclides/Amuni section.
III. Euclide/Amuni/Defore/etc. All know precisely who the murdon are, and know of all the murdon leaders mentioned above. They do not, on the other hand, know of the prince/Kutoth (with the exception of a rare few who might have run across a murdon or two in their time). They will not know his name though, and Kutoth has never permitted anyone the usage of it, and most murdon abide by that rule.
This is NOT a roleplay, merely the 'story bit' for the beginning of the second part of the plot.
.:.:.::.:.
It had taken much longer than Yuukuj would have preferred. Time seemed to drag on, his radio signal growing dimmer and dimmer until it was left to hum silently against the ignorant inhabitants of this little England town. Oh, they were here though. They were all still here, every last Euclides, Amuni, Defore...every last one of their creations. They wandered, they longed for home, but they couldn't leave. Not until he let them, and it wasn't time for that now.
"M'lord'ku!"
Arry's voice cut through the dreadful quiet of the spattering rain, thundering against the rickety roof of the shack. Yuukuj stirred, the threads of his mind snaking out to reach his servant.
Arry appeared at the front of the room, hunched over his lithe body, a twisted smile gleaming over his cracked lips.
"They've returned."
Yuukuj nodded, his dark face devoid of expression, but if one were to touch their mind to his, they would have felt the pleasure rolling off him in waves,” Very well, Arry. Send them in.”
They came, one by one, Kubiun with her head held high, her arms held loosely at her sides. She was gorgeous, as ever, and Yuukuj greeted her with a touch of his mind. She replied in turn and moved to stand in the center of the floor. Next was Soyajikun, a grin splitting his face in two, his eyes sparkling with an ever present silver gleam. He entered in a flurry of limbs, his tail swinging back and forth with child-like glee. He bowed flamboyantly, and Yuukuj touched their minds as well. Teneurkujen came third, slipping into the room like a shadow. He made not a noise, nor gesture, and send his mind sweeping toward Yuukuj before the other had a chance to greet him. The prodding was sharp and metallic, but Yuukuj accepted it with a nod, and Teneur joined his comrades in the center of the room. Arry slipped into the room after him, carrying a little box between his four hands. Yuukuj let out a gruff bark of something akin to laughter and touched his mind to the box. It sprang open, and Jubeiriku shimmered into the room. He swiped the box from Arry’s grip and crushed it, sending the shattered pieces to the dusty floor.
No Amunuku.
Very well, they didn’t have time to wait for him.
“Why are we here?” Kubiun spoke first, her mind glittering with curiosity and distrust.
“You’re collector didn’t tell you?” Soya grinned at her, “Oi, I’d say mines a might bit better than yours, in that respect.”
“I came for different reasons than simply believing the word of a servant,” Kubiun hissed, her tail swaying against the floor,”I’d rather hear our purpose for Yuukuj’s lips.”
“I would as well,” growled Jubeiriku, flicking dust from his dark skin,”I was taken against my will.”
Yuukuj stirred and silenced them with a gruff thought,” We’re here because I found the key to returning us to Zar.”
There was little silence in response to his statement. Kubiun, Jubeiriku , and Teneur all gave quiet huffs of disbelief. Yuukuj could feel their ignorance rolling off them in thick waves. He didn’t blame them. With a snap of his head and flick of his mind-voice he turned to Arry. Get the child.
Arry nodded and slipped into the backroom.
“We’ve been on earth for centuries, Yuukuj, you can’t expect us to believe you have the secret now,” Teneur this time.
“I do hate to be a pessimist, but it is rather unlikely,” continued Soya with a sheepish grin.
Yuukuj did not respond.
Arry appeared moments later, carrying a long-limbed bundle in his hands. A Euclides. An artifact. The murdons stirred uncomfortably in its presence.
“What is it?” Jube hissed, eyeing the thing with a glare.
The artifact stirred, turning a blank four-eyed gaze on its speaker. Something blazed from its mind and the murdons fell into silence, tails whipping in agitation and discomfort.
“It’s a mutant…and abomination…”
“It’s a servant of the prince.”
The room fell silent, the emptiness weighing heavily in all their minds.
Tenuer spoke in soft tones, stepping toward Arry and the artifact,” The titles tend to go hand in hand…”
“If it is,” Kubiun continued with a gasp,”That means he’s here…he has access to us…”
“He can save us,” Soya have a jubiliant whoop and rushed toward the artifact.
Arry backed away, clutching the thing to its chest. The artifact flicked its tail against his arm and looked away with indifference.
“It’s more than that,” Yuukuj rose from his seat,”It’s a promise. Our prince will return to us, but he has…instructions.” He locked gazes with the artifact, sending a thread of thought toward him.
Give us the prophecy.
The artifact complied. It did not speak words, but the thoughts that bloomed from its mind filled each of the murdon leaders, a twisted, metallic sound, like silk and steel, weaving its way around their minds...
Salvation is near
The messiah of your homeland has found you
Memories will become clear once again
If only instructions are followed
Three offerings you must make
One of flesh, one of mind, one of servitude
Your sacrifice of flesh;
Rivalries must be crossed
Enemies made lovers of the loin
Bestial life must rise from hatred and blood shed
An epitome of purgatory
A sweet betrayal of the hardest compromise
For these I ask for three multiplied three
Your sacrifice of mind;
Reunited or ripped apart
I demand the companionship of siblings
The release of savages
In exchange for the gratitude of gods
For this I ask for two multiplied two
Fraternal twins torn and stitched
Your sacrifice of servitude;
Abominations are not only what I desire
Precious rarities are my wish
Bring to me artifacts ten
And your offerings shall be done
Then at the ringing of the black bell
Your lord, your Kutoth, shall return to you
And Zar will be in your grasp
The messiah of your homeland has found you
Memories will become clear once again
If only instructions are followed
Three offerings you must make
One of flesh, one of mind, one of servitude
Your sacrifice of flesh;
Rivalries must be crossed
Enemies made lovers of the loin
Bestial life must rise from hatred and blood shed
An epitome of purgatory
A sweet betrayal of the hardest compromise
For these I ask for three multiplied three
Your sacrifice of mind;
Reunited or ripped apart
I demand the companionship of siblings
The release of savages
In exchange for the gratitude of gods
For this I ask for two multiplied two
Fraternal twins torn and stitched
Your sacrifice of servitude;
Abominations are not only what I desire
Precious rarities are my wish
Bring to me artifacts ten
And your offerings shall be done
Then at the ringing of the black bell
Your lord, your Kutoth, shall return to you
And Zar will be in your grasp
The mind voice of the artifact fell silent.
“…it used his name,” Jube breathed, “Even we are not permitted that…”
“Irrelevant,” a new voice cut through the old. The leaders whipped about to see Amunuku standing against the wall, his pale pastel shades glittering in the shadows,” But our Prince is not known for his patience. I suggest we begin as quickly as possible.”
Yuukuj returned to his seat with a frown,” You’re late.”
Amunuku’s mind merely glittered with an atrocity of mixed emotions in response, one’s that even Yuukuj couldn’t decipher.
But he was correct. It was time to begin their task.
.:.:.::.:.:.
Updates
I. Defore, as well as any other LC species, may be roleplayed in the Euclides/Amuni roleplay section. The non-Euclide/Amuni will have been brought here by the Radio Signal.
II. Anyone wishing to play a murdon (one of the above characters or otherwise) should check out the "Needed Characters" board. These characters may be posted anywhere in the Euclides/Amuni section.
III. Euclide/Amuni/Defore/etc. All know precisely who the murdon are, and know of all the murdon leaders mentioned above. They do not, on the other hand, know of the prince/Kutoth (with the exception of a rare few who might have run across a murdon or two in their time). They will not know his name though, and Kutoth has never permitted anyone the usage of it, and most murdon abide by that rule.
