Granstream Saga

[therpmaker]

Valo stood there looking down into the forbidding ocean that laid beneath him. The four continents of Granstream were sinking ever slowly toward the dark depths and there was absolutely nothing that he could do to prevent it. When he had heard the news of the Wise Men's death, he was as frightened and concerned as all the rest, but he had attempted to continue on with his daily life. However, as the days turned into weeks and then turn into months, his morale dropped dramatically. What was the point of working so hard in the fields, when in the end it would all be destroyed?

Valo contented himself into solemnly watching the ocean as the days quickly slipped by. Just the thought of everything simply vanishing into the water was too much for him too handle. The Wise Men had given them a second chance at life and now it seemed that it was all in vain. All the work and years put into rebuilding the world seemed pointless now and he knew that the other people felt the same. Also, the rumors that the Imperial Wizardry had risen once again, didn't help matters.

Valo stood there and thought to himself. Surely there was something he could do to help his people, but what could he possibly do?

A sharp noise and a sudden rumbling caused Valo to shoot back to his senses and he quickly turned around to the origin of the noise. He saw Freci standing there with a look of dumbstruck horror.

"Valo? Hurry, get out of there!" Freci yelled while pointing toward a spot on the ground a few dozen feet away from him.

Valo followed his finger and saw a humongous crack that had appeared on the ground, it seemed to reach from one end of the continent to the other. Valo quickly realized that he was on the segment that had been seperated from the main continent and the piece he was on quickly begain to break off. Valo dashed toward Freci at a frantic pace, he knew that if he didn't make it over the crack, he would fall into the sea and be lost forever. Valo ran as fast as he could, but it looked as through he wouldn't make it in time. In a last attempt, he jumped for the edge and barely managed to grab on. He looked back and watched as the broken piece fell and created a gigantic splash in the water below. He looked back up and saw Freci standing above him, hand lowered, waiting to help him up.

Valo grabbed his hand and was lifted up, falling to the ground in exhaustion. Freci stood there, looking worried, as he watched his adopted son in silence. After a few minutes, he finally gathered some ability to speak.

"Are you okay, Valo?" Freci asked in a barely audible voice.

"Yeah...I'm alright." Valo voiced heavily as he continued to catch his breath. "What the hell happened?"

Freci frowned as he began to explain, "I'm sorry, Valo. If I had seen you, I wouldn't have used the saw stone until you were out of danger..."

Valo slowly stood back up and looked at the stone that Freci still held in his hand. "A saw stone? What are those?"

Freci held up the peculiar looking rock. "A saw stone contains a powerful force that can be used to cut almost anything into two."

Valo looked at the stone again and then looked back at Freci with a somewhat confused expression, "And you used in to slice off a chunk of the continent? What would that gain?"

Freci put the stone into a small pouch wrapped around his waist and talked with a desperate tone, "I did it in hopes of prolonging the life of our home!"

Valo looked at him as though he was stupid, "That's a bit of a long shot, don't you think? For all we know, it won't do a thing and you just wasted some prefectly good land!"

Valo stormed off to the edge of the crack that had formed from the stone's power and looked down. Valo's eyes widened as he glimpsed what looked like a gaping hole in the continent's side.

"Hey, old man! I think I see an opening to a cavern or something down there!" Valo yelled back to Freci.

Freci made his way over to Valo and looked down. "Hmm...Your right. There does appear to be a hole down there. I wonder where it leads...."

"I don't know, but I'm gonna go find out!" Valo responded as he ran back to his house to gather some supplies.
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I'll post for Morth later.

[Deimos]

((that sounded so much like the opening to the game it was utterly terrific lol- nice job man))

*On the continent of Flamdera, upon a mountainside, one can hear a powerful clanging sound. The sound came from a small shoddy hut. Upon its door lay assorted sabres, staves, and tools. Within, was an swordsmith at work- pounding on the cherry-red edge of a sword fresh from the coals using a hammer that seems much to heavy for him to wield. The swordsmith wore no shirt, but sported half-body armor under a stained white pelt. He appeared like a man in his twenties, and was clearly unkept- his hair was all over place, tied only at the top and kept under a bandanna. It was something of a miracle that it wasn't burned off at this point. He then stopped hitting the edge of his newfound creation, and placed it into a bucket of water. After it had cooled, the man made a stiff hand gesture...the moment he stopped moving; it began to glow a soft amber light that spred through the dark smithy. He then grasped the blade and held it...until the sword itself bagan to glow with the amber light. Once it subsided, he wrapped the lower half in a leather thong and stepped outside, after holding his hammer by a green sphere on the bracelet of one of his arms...and having the hammer seemingly disappear. The swordsmith walked over to a plain by his abode, one that was surprisingly barren in comparison to the rest of the scenery, as if it was burned over and over. He raised his new weapon, and gave it a swing...a wide amber arc flew forth and raced across the plain. Following the arc was a wall of flames that burst forth and kept a few paces behind the arc.

swordsmith: "eh-hem...not quite perfected yet..."

*As the swordsmith made for his hut to tweak his latest creation, he looked to notice a group of men standing in his way...all of them wore the same uniform...bearing an insignia that he's not necesarily familiar with. Which led him to keep heading for his home. At this, the men decided to surround him.*

Soldier one: You! you just made a blade that cover an entire landscape in flames...you must be the legendary swordsmith, Sho!

Sho: "eeeeh...uh-huh, and what if I am?"

Soldier one: we are representatives of the Imperial Wizardry...there was word amongst the great warriors of the world that Flamdera has come to be your new home

Sho: "I see...so i'm in Flamdera...well isn't that nice"

Soldier one: seeing that you've agreed to being who you are, put that blade down and come with us, our leader has a commission for you

Sho: "Is that so? i'm afraid I can't make a weapon for one like that"

Soldier one: you don't have a choice, everyone! capture him ALIVE, NOW!

Sho: "I'd really rather not waste my energy on this...."

*As the soldiers of the Wizardry began to make their move, Sho held out his left arm...bearing a bracelet with a glowing green sphere attached. From this, a light spewed forth and formed the hammer he worked with earlier. Sho then took it from the light, and struck the ground beneath him. In moments, a tower of magma rose from under each soldier surrounding him, save for the one that gave the order.*

Sho: "i'll be heading home now...tell your leader that I refuse"

*Sho walked up to the soldier and swung his mighty hammer straight into his abdomen, and sent him flying.*

Sho: "alas...I'll have to move now..."

[therpmaker]

(Alas, It is based off the beginning anime sequence, but I believe that will be the only similarity I think.

A small war had been taking place on the continent of Flamdera. A war between the scavengers of the land and the scavengers of the sky, the bandits and the air-pirates. Normally the two didn't bother with each other, they had once had a treaty among them that secured an equal of plunder. However, once Morth took over for Skull, the bandits also brought forth a new leader, Nero.

Nero was a much more aggresive raider, caring little for his group and more for his own greed. The pirates, however, shared the booty equally among themselves. Lately, Nero and the bandits had broken the treaty and had been raiding the whole continent, even attempting to attack the capital of Ifirti. This lead to a dilemma for the pirates and they eventually met in a bloody confrontation when the two groups attempted to ransack the same convoy. Ever since then, it had been open warfare between them and it seemed it would only end with the destruction of one or the other.

Morth sat on his throne in the bridge of his airship, impatiently tapping his fingers on the arm-rest. He had sent a small group of his men to raid a small food convoy, but they had not returned when they were supposed to. Morth figured that they probably came in contact with the bandits and was worried about them, but he wouldn't show it. He was, afterall, the captain of the pirates and couldn't show any hint of sorrow, least he was considered weak. So, he was forced to act tough and evil, although he felt guilty about it. A sudden, loud entrance into the bridge brought Morth back to his senses and he looked toward the door. Two of the eight men he sent were standing in front of him, cut and bruised, gasping for air and shaking.

Morth felt sorry for them, but forced himself to boom his voice. "Where the hell have you been!? You better speak up!" Morth growled at them.

The two battered man backed away in fear, but managed to speak. "It was the bandits, Captain! They ambushed us at the convoy!"

Morth punched his chair in anger. "The bandits! Damn them! I guess that means you came back empty-handed?"

The two pirates looked at each other, then looked back at Morth and chuckled.
"Harr, harr! Actually, we did manage to bring back something.....Bring'em in!"

Just then, a big, burrly pirate walked in with a large sack that wriggled wildly. He threw it to the grond and a head popped out of the opening.

"Hehe...We bagged him right before we retreated. Perhaps he can help us find the bandit's hideout....with enough persuasion." One of the pirates said omniously.

Morth looked at the struggling bandit and shrugged. "Throw him into the brig....I'll deal with him later."

The pirate that brought him in, roughly pushed the bandit back into the bag and preceded to the depths of the ship.

(Good first post Deimos. However, I think the magma coming from the ground is a bit much. )

[Tassatul]

*The pale figure dressed in white entered the front gates of the Flamderan town. No one here knew who he was, but as long as he didn't cause any trouble, they were willing to treat him well enough. Most of them*

*People whipsered to each other as he walked up the main street of the small, dusty town. Everyone here wore dark colors like brown to better cooperate with the constant dust, but this stranger's clothes remained pure white as the dust blew around him. It wasn't as if the dust were missing him completely, they could see his eyes were agitated by it. For some reason, the clothes refused to get dirty. Another oddity was his shoulder length hair. It, to, was pale white, a rare thing, and fluttered in the wind. He carried nothing, but a white band circled his right wrist*

*He got to the center of the town, where the road split, and stopped to look around. Those who were closer saw the stature and build of the man. He was obviously a warrior of some sort, standing 2 meters tall, rippling arms showing from his sleeveless tunic. When they saw his eyes, some even gasped out loud. They were a deep red, standing out even more because of his pale skin and white clothing. He spoke*

"I am Faust, and I mean you no harm. I am looking for some food and a place to stay before I continue my travels."

*People stared for a moment, then one man stepped up and showed him to the local inn*

"You'll have to forgive people, we don't get much visitors out here. Where'd you say you're from?" asked the old man.

Faust replied, "I didn't, and it'd be safer for you if you didn't know, if you catch my drift."

*The man nodded. Some rumors had been circling about the ressurection of the Imperial Wizardry, and it was obvious this man was running from them, whether out of cowardice or intelligence, he wasn't sure*

*Faust and the man entered the inn, throught the bar entrance. A few of the locals looked him over with hard gazes. They wouldn't disturb the old man, however. After a few minutes and explanations, the old man bid Faust farwell, and the five men stood up and went over to Faust, who was sitting at the bar*

*Before they could react, Faust jumped from the chair, already knowing their intent. He struck one man with a powerful left before his bracelet had even activated. The man stumbled back, holding his nose, and the others activated their own bracelets, spawing swords for themselves, and getting ready to attack*

*Meanwhile, Faust's own, slightly modified bracelet, activated. Directly linked with his thoughts, it created his half battle suit, consiting of chest, torso, and leg protection, but leaving his face and arms uncovered. Because of the modifications, instead of instantly appearing, the white armor appeared to grow from his chest, quickely covering the intended areas. Moments later, Faust's primary weapon, his scythe, expanded from his right hand. Its gleaming white shaft and blade with the red at the pommel had inspired fear in many, and this was no exception. The men started, then continued with their intention*

[therpmaker]

Valo was leaning head first into a large oaken chest, as things began to fly out of it onto the floor. The front door creaked open as Freci walked in and barely managed to dodge a hammer that Valo had tossed.

"Dammit Valo! Could you watch what your doing?"

Valo pushed himself up, covered in dust and glanced back at Freci, while clapping his hands on himself to clean up a bit.

"Sorry about that. I'm just looking for some rope I could use to get down into that cavern."

Freci walked over to where Valo was standing and grabbed something off the wall, it was a roll of rope.

"Oh....uh..thanks." Freci replied as his face turned red with embarassment.

Freci shook his head and chuckled, "What would you do without me?"

He walked over to a small table and sat down in a nearby chair before continuing, "By the way Valo, Why are you so interested in going into that big hole?"

Valo holsted the rope onto his shoulders and walked toward the door. "Hmm...I'm not sure. I guess it's from pure curiousity."

Freci looked at him as he cocked his head, "Won't it be dangerous?

"Possibly, but I'm sure I'll be alright. I won't be gone too long." Valo quickly responded before darting out the door.

Freci leaned back into his chair, "I wonder about him somethimes..."

(Eh...short post, but the next one will be bigger.)

[Deimos]

((I am really sorry about the hold up on my part- i'll do what I can to make sure it won't happen often...if at all))

*Sho had since left his working hovel and headed into the town closest to his general vicinity. He traveled light, but he would need some basic supplies before traveling any further than that. This particular town however seemed to be having some issues of its own to deal with. There was a gathering by the Inn/Bar...Sho didn't make of much of it, he walked by and headed for the General Store. Unfortunately...the shop was empty...it's keeper seemed to be part of the crowd in front of the Inn*

Sho: "...oy...that's wonderful"

*At that, Sho meandered his way through the crowd...pulling out his hammer from his scepter once again as he entered. He went and slammed the first man who he came across with a sword squarely in the head from behind him. A few heads turned while most remained focused the rather fearsome looking fellow wielding a scythe. Sho scoffed and spoke aloud*

Sho: "heeeey...I've got potions to buy...and as long as this keeps up...i'm not gettin' nowhere..."

[therpmaker]

Morth wandered slowly down a dimly lit hallway toward where the brig was located. Loud thuds and muffled grunts littered the otherwise silent corridor.

"Damn these stupid idiots!" Morth grumbled to himself, "When I ask them to take him to the brig, I meant in one piece!"

Morth arrived at a grotesquely designed door and roughly kicked it in, sending a pirate who stood in front of it crashing to the ground. Two other pirates stood over the battered captive and looked at each other in dismay.

Morth looked at the bandit and then stared at the men with a look that could cut steel. He hated pointless violence, especially if it involved un-armed victims. Morth walked slowly toward his crewmen, before finally grabbing them both and pulling them only centimeters from his face.

"If I see or hear that you even step into this room again, I'll make sure that your blood will decorate these walls! You understand me!" Morth growled in their face.

The bandits nodded their head in fear and Morth tossed them to the floor, before they got up and quickly ran out the door.

Morth watched them go and then quietly closed the door behind him. He turned around and looked at the broken captive. He knew what he would have to do in order to get the answers he needed, but he wasn't going to like it.

Morth walked up and looked down into the defient face of the bandit. "They didn't hurt you too badly I hope, did they mate?"

The bandit looked Morth into the eyes and shook his head.

"Good to hear..." Morth replied as he took out his sword and traced the blade with his finger, "And if you tell me what I need to know, you won't have to suffer...if you know what's good for you...."

[Coral]

Hunched over his twigly walking stick, Kawl walked. Walked to the end of the rock, and sat. His deformed legs dangled in the air, immeasurable distance between him and the ocean below. He was being harrassed by some folk called the Imperial Wizardy. They weren't not very kindly folk, Kawl thought. Luckily, Kawl had his secret weapons. He heard footsteps, and looked over his shoulder.

An Imperial folksman was quickly walking towards him. Kawl kept looking.

"Kawl Zent, you will surrender yourself at once and-"

The man's statement was cut short when a pressure-ignition explosive detonated beneath him. Kawl refocused his own poor eyes on the ocean, and pondered his fate a little more. But there was an airship not far off. With words on its side, no less! He strained to read the words.