Gielnors Last Stand - The Future

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Nerre hit the brakes hard as he bore witness to the scene of carnage unfolding outside the RPOG headquarters. The flesh golem, riddled with bullet holes, staggered from one gaping wound in the RPOG headquarters to the other, snatching at anyone unfortunate enough to be within reach. The ground outside was slick with dark red, littered with the mangled bodies of staff and officers alike.

"Why won't you die?" Nerre muttered to himself, activating the manual controls of his sedan.

"Warning. Disabling safety systems could lead to potentially fatal accidents. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do it!" He yelled, slamming his foot down on the accelerator and preparing for pain. The black sedan's wheels spun, kicking up smoke and dust as it accelerated rapidly towards the wounded beast.

The golem spun on its heels at the exact moment Nerre's car slammed into it, bundling both into the concrete of the building and pinning it to the wall. Weakened, the creature tried to lift the car off itself, but its awkward positioning had left it flailing wildly to get a grip.

Dazed, Nerre struggled to compose himself, fumbling for the door handle. For what felt like an eternity, he fumbled blindly as the golem smashed its giant fist into the sedan's bonnet. Finally, the shaken doctor found the mechanism and forced himself out of the vehicle, untangling himself from the seatbelt. He wiped the blood from his nose and staggered towards a hole in the wall, occupied by an overturned car and an unconscious Joseph Glister.

"...Maestro. Maestro, wake up!" he urged with what little he could muster, reaching to shake the old man by his shoulders. There was no mistaking the awkward fashion his arm hung from the socket, however; broken.

"Shit. Sorry, Maestro," Nerre muttered, wiping his bloodied nose and hoisting the old man over his shoulders. He needed to get them both to safety, before the hulking brute freed itself. He turned towards the exit and immediately paused as the severely damaged bonnet of his car spun past them jamming itself into the wall next to Nerre's midsection.

"Guess we're taking the scenic route, Maestro. " Nerre spun on his heels and proceeded deeper into the building. Moments later, the monster, with a great heave, prised itself free from the cumbersome vehicle, and began to limp after its prey.
  nerre. / Tengu / 1y 152d 12h 6m 38s
A beeping sound came from the cloaked mans coat. He quickly threw it off and jumped out of the way as a bullet came whizzing past him. The now uncloaked man stood up; He was about 6'1 with Caucasian skin and long black hair and a full beard. "That wasn't very nice." The man tried to scan the area for the sniper but he failed. He ran back towards his jacket as the enemy shot again but this time hitting the man in the shoulder.

[h3 [b [i [center Alan Guslings Mansion - Living Room]]]]

"Mr. Gusling Sir, it appears we are having a bit of malfunction outside...An unwanted pest has entered the courtyard." Alan Guslings butler, Raymond told him.

Alan just kept a blank expression as he sipped on his wine. "Let him in."

"But Sir! This man is a killer." Raymond replied.

Alan turned to look at his butler. "Aren't we all?"

Raymond sighed and walked towards the foyer and then the entrance. He opened the big double doors and walked out to the courtyard. "Stop the fire. Let the man come in." Raymond said to the sniper on the radio.

The man walked up towards the mansion and the butler led him inside.

Alan Gusling himself walked into the foyer and smirked. "Look who it is...I knew my time was gonna come sooner or later...James is it? Why not have a glass of Gielnors finest wine? Straight from old Gielnors capital; Gaelis" He poured James a glass of wine and handed it to him.

James smelt the wine and chuckled. "I'm from Gaelis and this smells like shit." He threw the glass up in the air and most of the guards looked up before he grabbed a fistful of throwing knives that had a white colored gem which blinked [b ]. He threw the knives at the guards ahead of him which emitted a big smoke cloud.

Alan started to cough and scan the area around him which was nothing but smoke.

James went to work fast on the guards and killed most of them in the foyer. The smoke dissipated and he looked over at Alan before more guards stormed the mansion. "Dammit!" James ran into the room to his left to avoid the barrage of gunfire.

A guard pulled a pin off of a electric grenade. He threw it into the room and it exploded.

James dealt with the agonizing electrical shock that he was receiving and still kept to his hiding place.

"Go in there and get him! I don't hire you morons to stand there!" Alan said.

The guards stormed the room and then all of a sudden the lights went out...It was pitch black except for the 4 blinking red lights that appeared. They were thrown towards the guards location and then they exploded.

The room blew and a small left side of the mansion blew apart as fire erupted outside and inside the room. Several mutilated guards lay everywhere.

James stepped out and confronted Alan again. "Hello Alan, now where were we? Oh yeah, I was sent here to eliminate you. RPOG didn't send me, the Amarthene Police didn't send me, the Nernian House of Kings didn't send me either. I work for a higher order and you have been found guilty of exploiting children to a evil cult known as The Arc as well as sacrificing several kids and adults."

"Listen, we all know those people are going to be our new leaders soon! You cannot stop The Arc! Look at me, I have it all! Wanna know why? Because being a supporter of The Arc has it's benefits!" Alan said.

James sighed and pulled out his pistol. "Listen, it's nothing personal...It's what I do, it's how I make a quick buck so..." He pulled the trigger as Alan fell backwards and hit the ground with a loud [i THUD]. James wiped the blood off his pistol and then grabbed Alans ID card as proof. He walked out the door and disappeared before the sniper got wind of him.
  HEAD ES PROGRAMMER / Vossler / 1y 163d 3h 17m 16s
As Corpusraptor was about to doze off to sleep, her phone rang, startling the mob boss awake. Angrily, she frantically reached for her phone, her petite form writhing around. Once she finally came to, a gruff voice answered.

[b [#4ca1a1 "Boss! There is an important guest at Alan Gusling's vacation home. I know the standard greeting procedure, but this guest is [i especially] important. Shall I break out the expensive wines?"]]

Corpusraptor understood the code. Because the person speaking, one of Corpusraptor's employees, did not own an untraceable phone, and was in a busy location, the code was to ensure that anyone wiretapping the call, or listening to the conversation by mere proximity, would not have reason to worry upon hearing the message. But the true meaning got through to Corpusraptor immediately.

An unidentified person was approaching the home of a protected client, but was still in the distance, and the mercenary was asking for permission to engage with sniper rifle.

[b [#131313 "Of course. The Velditi 247 should do nicely."]] Corpusraptor said, pursing her lips. She had just given the command to engage, using magically charged ammunition.

Corpusraptor then slowly walked to the kitchen of her penthouse. It was large and grand, like the rest of the building, but Corpusraptor was too tired and stressed to appreciate the grandiosity of it. From a wine rack, the little mob boss grabbed a bottle of Velditi 247, and poured a large glass to the brim. The expensive and well aged red wine poured out like a restless ocean current. The shapeshifter downed the glass, then promptly returned to bed.

[#131313 #131313] = Corpusraptor
[#bf1111 #bf1111] = Dr. Fanswick (Deceased)
[#34af92 #34af92] = Hired Mercenary (Deceased)
[#17a1a9 #17a1a9] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 1
[#2c93af #2c93af] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 2
[#a3a3a3 #a3a3a3] = Dr. Sarah White
[#708499 #708499] = RPOG Officer 1 (Deceased)
[#4682b4 #4682b4] = RPOG Officer 2
[#41699a #41699a] = RPOG Officer 3
[#4ca1a1 #4ca1a1] = Protection Racket Sniper
  Corpusraptor / ShadowOfSkills / 1y 177d 18h 47m 1s
Sighing she was looking through papers on a near by desk " now let's see what's going on " her eyes lowered as she scanned the page there where a few familar names here and there bit nothing that quite caught her attention.
  Lilly / EternalSnow / 1y 184d 25m 31s
[h3 [i [b [center North Phoenix Town]]]]

The cloaked man was sitting on a bench across from a convenience store. His phone lit up with a bright tinge of blue as it vibrated. He slipped it out of his left pocket from his cloak and put it to his ear.

[b [+red "Are you in North Phoenix Town yet?"]]

The cloaked man spit on the ground. [b [+blue "Yes I am...What is your mission?"]]

The voice on the phone spoke. [b [+red "My informants have notified me that Alan Gusling is in his vacation mansion in North Phoenix Town...I want you to pay him a visit and exterminate him. Failure is not an option."]] The voice clicked off.

The cloaked man stood up an slipped the phone back in his pocket as people were staring at him. He just turned away and walked north towards the vacation home once the directions were sent to his phone.

[h3 [b [i [center Gielnor Meeting Hall]]]]

"These suicides are getting out of hand! This is the fifth one tonight! We also have to deal with the death of the king...The public cannot know of his death or how it happened until tomorrow. I just wish this night would end already!"

"We also had complaints of weird happenings over at the Hall of Records...But the RPOG couldn't find anything."

"Don't forget that damned Golem. It just won't fucking stay down."

"Watch your language, this is a civil meeting...Not some barbarian get-together"

"My apologies..."

"Clearly this is a bad night and we need to up our security..."

"Alright gentlemen...Meeting adjourned, we'll continue this tomorrow."

The group left the meeting hall.

[b [h3 [i [center Unknown Area]]]]

Richard awoke in a dim room, he scanned the area and realized he was tied up. He tried to break free but he couldn't.

[b [+purple "I am sorry...But we cannot let you escape."]] A monotone voice said. The voice stepped out into the dim light and revealed itself to be one of the possessed guards from earlier.]]

"Fucking RPOG?! What, this some kind of torture room?" Richard asked.

[b [+orange "We aren't RPOG...These bodies are merely a vessel..."]] The other possessed guard walked into the light and leaned in real close towards Richard. [b [+orange "We know all about you...You work for that crime syndicate...One of the most wanted...Just imagine, taking your body as a vessel, infiltrating that syndicates building, and taking her as a vessel."]] The guard said speaking in the usual monotone voice.

"Why the hell can't you guys speak right?" Richard asked.

[b [+orange "Usually we just use our original form but this is much more efficient, I feel the more we train this power...The more we'll fool the public."]]

[b [+purple "Can you imagine? We take someones life, they are deemed missing, yet they magically come back a few days later, voice and all. An impostor in your home...Wearing your loved ones skin, they don't know that they are living with an impostor but we do. That is our mission fellow human. We have many names but our creators like to call us Dark-Stalkers."]] The guard put his left hand on Richards face.

Richard bit at it and the guard recoiled. Richard finally tore the ropes off and knocked both of the guards down and his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He spotted the outline of a sign above a door. He didn't care where it lead, anywhere but here. He ran towards it and opened the door and ran outside. It was luckily the exit.

The two guards laid on the ground as the Dark-Stalkers themselves crawled out of the mouth holes of the guards skin. They quickly ran after Richard.
  Arcanus Arcanum / HEAD ES PROGRAMMER / Vossler / 1y 235d 21h 28m 23s
Nerre coughed as years worth of dust poured out of the old garage. He'd been collecting old cars for some time now, and it had started to grow substantially. The upper classes of Gielnor did not like to keep old things, and Nerre's nostalgia for the old blue pickup had let him to scoop up their old, long replaced remnants. Lately, however, he'd been too absorbed in his work to look after them, only stopping by occasionally to perform oil changes, charge batteries, and let motors run. He ran his finger along the bonnet of an old navy blue muscle car, quietly yearning for the roar of its engine, but alas, he needed to be discrete.

He settled on a black sedan from about ten years prior, with a basic fusion engine and an old navigation system from a satellite that had been long forgotten. Procuring the correct keys from a small lockbox, Nerre wasted no time sliding into the old vehicle and starting up the engine.

The car’s interior reeked of cigarette smoke, filling him with a sense of longing. [i She] would be so disappointed to know how many cartons of cigarettes he’d burned through since his return to Gielnor. He vowed to himself not to let her anywhere near the car. He needed to find her again. Nerre reached into his coat pocket, having neglected his phone for hours now. One message.

[i “Nerre, when you get this, meet me at HQ as soon as possible.”]

In perhaps his first bout of good fortune for the night, the one person who knew where she might be was looking for him. Renewed by the prospect of reuniting with one Joseph Glister, he punched in the coordinates to the RPOG headquarters and leant back in his seat, wondering why all of this was happening.
  nerre. / Tengu / 1y 258d 9h 1m 0s
Before the monstrosity of deceased flesh stood the Phoenix Town General Hospital. The tall, laboratory white building stood as a monument to healing and care. Several police vehicles were pulled up in front of it, in an attempt to protect the hospital from the golem that was rampaging through the town. The golem let out a loud roar, and opened fire with its flamethrower. A long stream of burning liquid sprayed out like a long, angry, orange ribbon, reaching out to the walls of the building, igniting the large, white stones that made up the hospital's facade.

The RPOG officers opened fire on the golem, tearing open new wounds into the mountain of gray meat. Once again, the flesh golem pulled down the trigger on its flamethrower, but this time no stream of fiery fuel left the weapon. A quick glance with its glassy, lifeless eyes at the fuel gauge revealed the weapon to be empty. The artificial monster roared again, and hurled the flamethrower and fuel tank at the police blockade, injuring another officer in the process.

[#41699a [b "The golem is at the General Hospital! We have wounded! Officer requesting backup! I repeat, the golem is at the General Hospital! We have wounded! Officer requesting backup!"]] a young RPOG officer shouted into a radio.


Corpusraptor had returned to her penthouse and sat back in her chair, folding her hands together. She was weary from this long day; there wasn't a lot she could do at this point. The shapeshifting mob boss leaned back in her chair, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

[i [#131313 A child sat alone in a small, white, laboratory room. She wore a simple hospital gown. The room was empty, with the exception of a small bed, and a small bathroom in the back, with metal sink, and a shower. The child sat on her bed, frowning, her eyes holding back tears.]]

[i [#131313 A security camera watched the child at all times, recording every moment, save the time spent in the bathroom. The camera was the child's only constant 'friend'.]]

[i [#131313 This had not been a good day for the child, however, and she was angry. In her hands, she was attempting to hide one of the handles to the sink. The child threw the sink handle at the security camera, embedding it into the focus.]]

Corpusraptor rubbed her eyes sleepily. [b [#131313 "Not that dream again..."]] she muttered. [b [#131313 "I... I need a damn drink."]]

[#131313 #131313] = Corpusraptor
[#bf1111 #bf1111] = Dr. Fanswick (Deceased)
[#34af92 #34af92] = Hired Mercenary (Deceased)
[#17a1a9 #17a1a9] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 1
[#2c93af #2c93af] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 2
[#a3a3a3 #a3a3a3] = Dr. Sarah White
[#708499 #708499] = RPOG Officer 1 (Deceased)
[#4682b4 #4682b4] = RPOG Officer 2
[#41699a #41699a] = RPOG Officer 3
  Corpusraptor / ShadowOfSkills / 1y 274d 1h 34m 17s
Moving off the streets of the city lily made her way to a office building clearly annoyed from the events that happened unable to caught him she sat down on a chair looking to the windows propping her legs on the chair " maybe I should find something else to hunt until I find him again".
  Lilly / EternalSnow / 1y 276d 19h 53m 20s
Richard nodded. He took the memory stick and slipped it in his coat pocket before heading out. "The Hall of Records huh?" he asked himself before getting in his car and driving off towards the location

Jack made himself a quick drink before closing up the pub. He stepped out of the bar and noticed a white sedan driving away that passed the pub. "Huh..." he told himself. "What a night." he got in his car and started it and drove off home as well.

[center [bold [h3 [i King Destos Castle]]]]

"Oh no!" Mason exclaimed. He ran over to Destos lifeless body which was slumped in the throne chair. "I need assistance!" Mason said over the walkie talkie to the guards and servants.

A few guards ran into the room and nearly gasped. "My god! What happened?!" Guardsman Jensen asked.

Mason sighed and stood up. "The king has been murdered. A bullet hole in his head."

Jensen looked at Mason with a sour look on his face. "And where were you?" he asked him.

"I should be asking you the same question." Mason retorted.

Jensen scoffed and sighed. "Don't notify the public until tomorrow. We don't want anymore trouble tonight. We already have a golem on the loose, a suicide, an apartment fire, and more. Keep this a secret." Jensen said. He was acting commander while Ganzu was gone.

The guards nodded and saluted him. Mason just stood up and pulled out a cigar.

"Those'll kill you y'know?" Jensen told Mason.

Mason was already about to light the cigar before having to pull it out of his mouth. "With the shit I've seen kid...This'll be a fucking miracle." he said before putting the cigar back in his mouth and he lit it and puffed on it a few times before walking off.

[center [bold [h3 [I Guelnors Hall of Records]]]]

Richard arrived at The Hall of Records and noticed it was fairly empty of guards. "That's odd." he told himself and shrugged. "Not gonna complain. Makes my job a whole easier." he walked towards the building and slowly opened the door. What he saw was a mess; Files strewn everywhere, books left open on the floor and desk and tables. "What in the world?" he asked.

A dark figure stood tall behind Richard. It bore a retractable baton in it's left hand.

"I better call Corpu-"

The dark figure knocked Richard out and dragged him away.
  Arcanus Arcanum / HEAD ES PROGRAMMER / Vossler / 1y 282d 11h 19m 7s
He knew he would regret it but perhaps his expensive car was drawing too much attention. Growing up in a small tribe in distant Nernias, Nerre had never really considered the possibility of owning his own car, let alone a nice one like his. One person in the village, a local merchant, owned a rusty old truck, running a simple and antiquated combustion engine that the merchant had converted to run on biomass produced by the local farm. Rather than being piloted by advanced computer systems, the vehicle was controlled by a large round wheel in front of the driver's seat. Nerre couldn't help but notice himself smiling a little as he remembered himself among a throng of other children, alerted by a roaring straight six and its chronic misfires. The rusty blue behemoth would leave the town empty, and return filled with exotic trinkets from eastern Nernias, Gielnor and beyond, which the eccentric merchant would eagerly show to the curious audience. The children, however, had little interest in this, instead waiting for the truck's bed to empty so that they could all jump in and slowly ride around the small village and the endless savannah that surrounded it. Nerre remembered these rides fondly, but also differed from the other children; his curiosity lie mostly with the perplexing gadgets and trinkets that the merchant brought back with him. Occasionally they were practical - a device that could detect moisture in the soil, a modern crop dusting drone, a rice cooker - but generally these were useless devices that served little use to the agrarian Kiwanuka tribe. Shortly before his departure as a teenager, Nerre spent many evenings trying to fix a broken holo-toy, a projection of a girl with doll-like features that could answer trivial questions and perform cute actions. Many thought it was a lost cause until Nerre returned a flickering dancing girl to the merchant, who had long forgotten about it. Nerre wondered if perhaps all the things he loved now - sex, drugs, expensive cars and clothes - had made him any happier than the time spent tinkering with an old kid's toy in his bedroom.

Yes, the car had to go. At least until he could be sure his life wasn't in danger. He switched on voice controls.

"System, clear all previous location data. Verification [i atterraggio]."

Minutes later, the white sedan peeled away, set to circle Phoenix Labs a few times before racing off as far as its batteries would take it. Maybe one day he’d be able to pick it up again. Instead, however, there was something else he had to do.
  nerre. / Tengu / 1y 286d 5h 16m 10s
The flesh golem continued to tear through town, hunting down survivors and searching for its target. Very little slowed it down. Police cars got torn in half. Police officers got ripped apart and crushed to death. Helicopters got incinerated. To ensure that there were no witnesses, every building it walked past got methodically torched.

The golem's glassy eyes continued to search for its prey with absolute resolve and boundless determination. No doubts nor fears ran through the golem's mind, in fact very few thoughts were even present. Despite being made entirely of human bodies, the entity was far more machine than man. The golem was slow to progress, however, due to one of its orders: kill all witnesses. The result left a massive trail of carnage in the monster's wake.

It continued its search, unerring, following as much of the route that it saw Nerre take. Much of the route went unseen however, leaving the golem to guess which way Nerre went. The monster was perpetually driven to follow its commands. Running some basic calculations, it concluded that the most likely place for its target to go would have been the hospital. After looking around for a while, it recognized the hospital, and the golem slowly stomped over there, its tattered, bullet-riddled long coat flowing out behind.


Corpusraptor narrowed her gaze at Richard. [#131313 [b "It's simple strategy, really. False flag attack. It's why I sent you, and not one of my own. Incite one enemy to fight another. Then sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight."]]

Corpusraptor smiled, once again revealing her sharp, augmented teeth. [#131313 [b "You tell me. What do you think I will accomplish? What do you think I would desire? What do you think I would gain by killing a king and starting a war? What do you think I gain by creating chaos?"]]

Corpusraptor folded her petite hands together, still grinning as she spoke to the hired mercenary. Her gaze narrowed significantly. [#131313 [b "What is it that all rulers need to enforce their rule?"]]

[#131313 [b "Now, if you don't mind, I have another task for you... Kindly, would you please download the contents of the Hall of Records for me?"]] Corpusraptor smiled, and handed over a small, intricately designed data drive. It consisted of a thin, flat stick shaped device covered in a white, matte plastic, cut into some stylized forms, and the Phoenix Laboratories logo engraved onto the surface. A few small, faint blue diodes extruded from the surface. The drive had a universal adapter on one side, and small button opposite. A safety shroud covered the adapter to prevent particles from damaging it, but could be easily pushed aside with a thumb. The drive itself was only about as long as a hand, from middle finger to wrist.

[#131313 [b "This is top of the line Phoenix Laboratories technology. One of only five prototypes. They have been tested and work exceptionally well, and can hold 600 petabytes of information. It stores more information than most computers can even hold. Next month they are going to begin commercial production, and will go for more money than most people make in their entire lifetime. It is estimated that only 200 will even ever be made. Don't ask how I got my hands on it.]]

[#131313 [b "It is easy to use, simply insert it into a corresponding universal adapter slot, and tell the computer to download its data onto it. When the blinkenlights flash, it has finished downloading. Do not press the button on the rear of the drive, as that will wipe all data on it."]]

Corpusraptor folded her arms. Now all she had to do was wait.

[#131313 #131313] = Corpusraptor
[#bf1111 #bf1111] = Dr. Fanswick (Deceased)
[#34af92 #34af92] = Hired Mercenary (Deceased)
[#17a1a9 #17a1a9] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 1
[#2c93af #2c93af] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 2
[#a3a3a3 #a3a3a3] = Dr. Sarah White
[#708499 #708499] = RPOG Officer 1 (Deceased)
[#4682b4 #4682b4] = RPOG Officer 2
  Corpusraptor / ShadowOfSkills / 1y 299d 24m 13s
Richard nodded. "He is indeed dead...This is madness though, killing a king? Are you insane?" He asked Corpus.

He sighed and sat down on a couch near the entrance of the room. "What will this accomplish if you do not mind me asking?" He asked her.

Atlas arrived to the scene where the Golem was. He noticed Kalas was there tending to Joseph. "Where did it go?" He asked Kalas.

"South of here, that's where the Hall of Records is! We have some info in there that would be deadly if it got in the wrong hands!"

"I...I don't think that moron would know what to do with that info. It would just burn it probably...Guards are stationed there as well so it's safe. The General Hospital is there though...I highly doubt it would be heading there to be honest...It will tire or die eventually. Let's all rest." Joseph said almost incoherent.

Kalas nodded. "Go rest Atlas. We got this."

Atlas nodded and got in his car and headed home. He went unlocked the front door and went inside. "I hope you're right Joseph..."
  Arcanus Arcanum / HEAD ES PROGRAMMER / Vossler / 1y 74d 18h 24m 23s
Headquarters seemed to be in a panic as officer filled cars raced out of
the underground parking lot. Joseph parked his car on the side of the
street just in front of the building. As he opened the door he could hear
screams off in the distance. [+blue What is going on?] He slowly began to walk up to the main entrance. An officer greeted him as he entered. [+red "Hello sir we are glad you could make it"] The officer said. Joseph could hear the held back panic in his voice. "What is going on here?" [+red "A Flesh Golem is on a rampage killing everyone in sight."] The officer seemed to be worried about something, his family no doubt. Joseph sigh " Go home and check on your family." the officers eyes widened as he bowed his head and ran out of the lobby. Joseph shook his head [+blue This is serious, Nerre only disabled the monster. Hmmm something is going on here why is he being targeted in the first place]
Joseph folded his arms as he began going through each scenario in his head. [+blue The only way I can figure this out is to find Nerre but first the flesh golem must be stopped] Joseph had no idea where Ganzu was he down a hall on the right of the lobby to Ganzu's office. He opened the door and peeked his head in. No one was there tho the faint smell of Ganzu's colgna still lingered. [+blue Hmm he must have just left] A loud bang was heard right outside of Headquarters. [+blue What the..] Within seconds a car smashed through the wall next to him. Joseph dropped to the floor but not before the car slammed his shoulder back breaking it. He laid there for awhile the pain was unbearable but Joseph kept through it. He could hear the monster outside with its raspy breath flinging cars looking for survivors. Joseph slowed his breath in fear of it hearing him.
  Joseph Glister / Kekaishia / 1y 326d 5h 15m 34s
Nerre tilted his head back, his heart racing. This wasn’t the first time someone was trying to kill him, but this was [i dumb]. He slept with a glass of water by his futon, a few drops of arsenic would have done the trick and none would have been the wiser. A sniper outside his apartment. A pretty girl with a knife in his office. Instead, someone was trying to send a message. Well, message received.

He wasn’t going to take this sitting down. Fleeing to his home country wasn’t a bad prospect, but there was no reason to think his pursuer wouldn’t just send someone else. And then there was the risk of harm to his family. No, this was something that had to be settled here. First, however, Nerre needed to disappear, and the white sports sedan with the sleek, aerodynamic design was drawing far too much attention. Nerre brought the car to a halt, making sure to stop a few blocks away from his intended destination.


Hanging up the last of her laundry, the young woman slumped wearily onto her couch, switching on her TV. Lazily, she flicked through the channels, her eyes glazing over as Gielnor’s dull broadcasts failed to ignite her imagination. She paused, paying brief attention to a poor quality drama that had captured the imaginations of her classmates. A thin actress, renowned in Gielnor for the beauty of her pale skin and platinum blonde hair, made a terrible attempt at reciting a trite cliché about the nature of love. Her co-star, equally disinterested, listlessly took her into his arms as a sentimental string swell blared through the television.


Maya Sainterlin was an actress too, and an embittered one. While local theatre groups praised her for her range and delivery, she struggled to get work. Running a dark hand through a curly brown afro, she quietly wondered to herself why the local population didn’t seem to sympathise. Perhaps this was why she had grown so curious about the talented Nernian professor she had met at a function a few weeks prior. Of course, he’d vanished as quickly as he’d appeared, and her calls were quickly met with feigned ignorance.

“Hey Nerre, it’s Maya.”

“Sorry, wrong number.”

“Nerre, I know it’s yo-“

Click. Maya changed the channel. Prime TV were airing a rerun of Ashley Silver’s renowned cooking show. It’d have to do. Maya kicked back and watched with a vague sense of interest as Silver explained the elegance of the [i sous-vide] process. A knock came at the door.

“I didn’t order a pizza, fuck off!”

[i Knock knock.]

“I am not interested in your lord and saviour, no.”

[i Knock knock.]

“Urgh!” Angrily, Maya snatched a still damp oversized t-shirt from the clothing rack and pulled it on, shivering at how cold it was.

“I swear to god, this better be the most important-“ Maya threw the door open.

Nerre gave a half hearted smile, clutching one arm with the other. She crossed her arms and tilted her head at the sudden intruder.

“Fuck do you think you’re doing coming back here?”

Nerre awkwardly pulled off his coat to reveal his shirt, drenched in blood.

“It’s a long story, can I sit down?”


“So you came here and not the hospital?” she asked, putting a first aid kit down onto the table.

“Whoever’s trying to kill me has a lot of resources. They’d probably be waiting around for me. I know you’ve been working as nurse lately so - ow!”

Nerre clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply as she sunk the needle into the side of his arm. He wasn’t sure at which point he’d taken such a deep wound, but the bloody interior of his car had made him realise the damage that he’d taken during the fight.

“Hold still.”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t followed. I took an indirect route and I parked several blocks away. I even came into this building through the fire exit. Nobody knows I’m here. I need to go into hiding for a while.”

“I see. You’re always hiding from something, aren’t you.”

Nerre remained silent as she continued to stitch the wound shut.

“…I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t trust you.”

“You hurt me, Nerre.”

He smiled. He did that a lot. Maya took a pair of scissors to the string hanging off him.

“All done.” She got to her feet, crossing the room to put the first aid kit away. Nerre’s eyes followed her long legs across the room.

“Hey, I don’t suppose you wanna…” Nerre asked, suggestively.

“No.” she replied flatly. “Get out of my apartment.”

He shrugged, taking a shirt from the clothing rack. [i One of his.]

“Fair enough. Hey, Maya. If I don’t die, can I ask you out for a coffee once this is all over?”

She paused, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You can ask.”

He smiled, sincerely for once.


And with that, he was gone.
  nerre. / Tengu / 1y 331d 22h 53m 4s
Policemen swarmed around the downed golem. Such creatures were rare, and the dark magics used to create one such as this were both potent and illegal. Few people could make such a monstrosity. Built for brute strength, insane durability, and relentless persistence, the flesh golem was still driven; it would take a great application of force to kill it. Still on the ground, it violently reached a heavy, stitched arm out to one of the officers and immediately crushed the spine. The rest of the policemen began to back away, and fired upon the golem. Each bullet poked a small hole in the grayed skin, and coagulated blood slowly oozed from the wounds. The creature did not even flinch, instead focusing its attention to its commands: kill all witnesses.

With a sweeping motion, the golem grabbed another officer by the head, tearing off head and ripping out spine, the rest of the lifeless body flung down the street. The rest of the policemen were driven into a panic at that point, and proceeded to flee the unstoppable killing machine.

[#708499 [b "RPOG! Please respond! We have a situation on 23rd street! Rampaging golem! We need reinforcements!"]] an officer shouted fearfully into his com-piece. Only moments later, a street sign hurled towards him, impaling him through the left lung.

[#4682b4 [b "We read you, loud and clear. Reinforcements are on their way."]] a voice through the com-piece responded.


An all black van with reflective windows and no license plate arrived to pick up Richard. As it drove away from the palace, it met up with a motorpool of two dozen identical vehicles, driving downtown. After driving together, and changing positions repeatedly, the motorpool split up, each one driving to a different parking garage. From the parking garage, the getaway driver gestured Richard to a white hearse. The hearse then drove a short distance to the South Phoenix Town Morgue.

Waiting for him in a back room was Corpusraptor. [#131313 [b "So, is he dead yet?"]] she asked, smiling. [#131313 [b "I do like it so well when my plans and gambits come together. Did you enjoy your ride? Should keep RPOG off our tails for a while, provided they even turn their attention to us at all. They're rather busy at the moment."]]

[#131313 #131313] = Corpusraptor
[#bf1111 #bf1111] = Dr. Fanswick (Deceased)
[#34af92 #34af92] = Hired Mercenary (Deceased)
[#17a1a9 #17a1a9] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 1
[#2c93af #2c93af] = Phoenix Laboratories Security Guard 2
[#a3a3a3 #a3a3a3] = Dr. Sarah White
[#708499 #708499] = RPOG Officer 1 (Deceased)
[#4682b4 #4682b4] = RPOG Officer 2
  Corpusraptor / ShadowOfSkills / 1y 360d 2h 6m 53s

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