Julian the Clumsy Orchid
Lunacara the Minister of Propaganda
Life in Segoku was peaceful.
For a time.
Then power inevitably corrupted.
The city of Ezoa steadily
became barren, inhospitable.
The administrators turned
the resources for their own gain.
The citizens suffered at the
hands of banal avarice and
At this point I consider those designs a bit outdated as well, so...
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Whatever concepts you can come up with, we work with and discuss them here.
A little fun terminology/vocabulary to help maintain the illusion of a fantasy world:
SoA = Ezoa
TSC = Tescia
Quable = Quai'bl
Guess you had to be a super oldbie to remember Nudjo and Tizo. Very well. I was mulling over character designs in my head for CTY and LSB, based on their forum behavior, and at first I thought to make LSB a Venom-like build, just for massive brute onslaught and strength, then I realized he later returned in a more subtle nature and displayed intelligence. CTY was more of the brute. So I guess I can depict LSB as a shape-shifting Carnage-like creature.
CTY = Si Teawai.
LightSpeedbLast = Ellez Bi.
icetech = Aiaz T'egh.
Nudjo D-Fang = Nudjo Dephang, because it's good enough anyway. Codename #52.
Tizo = Tizo, codename #01.
Cy-Fox = Sai Faux, double agent for Neuno, head of the Blast Corporation.
Plix = Plix, because Plix is a ridiculous name already. Special Operatives coordinator for the Tescian military.
Miles24 = Miles Vingt, once loyal high-commanding officer of the Tescian capital, now gone awol and is under warrant for arrest.
The Freedom Fighter = Lan Prower Kopaka, unwavering Tescian patriot, and vice-president. Powerful warrior and advisor.
sykog = Cicho Jinez, was caught as a prisoner of war for a period, but once released returned to become an agile and formidable ally.
Schnickelfritz = Chni' Kullfretz, a survivor from the great Ezoan fallout and a Tescian refugee, he quickly became a Tescian patriot and fights as a part of the street militia.
NeoMetalSonic = Neyo, no other known name on file. Former high-profile criminal in many districts across Ezoa and beyond, he fled to Tescia and found that even a hardened bandit such as himself was welcomed. To return the favor, he's fought for those who saw past his flaws as penance.
Pianta = Pae Yanta, Lan's favorite apprentice, she's been favored wherever he presence is known, and is a mercenary for all major elements of the Saunig Wars. Notable allies are Tescia, Ezoa, and Blast Corporation.
Erazor = Erazor Faituwon. Once working under outlaws Mly and Yiobon, he eventually turned a leaf and began to work for Tescia for a time. He then allowed his emotions to become his downfall and committed suicide due to internal ethical conflicts.
Jmh = Jimaych. Lan's most adept apprentice, he's trained diligently and purposefully for the sole purpose of justice. He is incorruptible and unwavering. His only known associations are his masters, the three
karkooshy = Karuski. Sole overlord of neighboring district, Quai'bl, he began to lose power after the great Saunig Wars ravaged the countryside. After seeing his options running out, he sought to aid Tescia for their favor and resources. He has since abandoned Quai'bl and is now a valued advisor alongside Lan.
Nuva = Nuva Fai-Huntrit. A wanderer, once sought Ezoa and tried to reason with them to better apply their resources and manpower, but was shunned for his sensibility in the usage of logic. Zezima noticed Nuva and offered him a haven at Tescia. Nuva has now vowed to guard its walls against those who shunned him.
Sushimo = Siu Eshimo. A distant relative of the Hushimo clan, Siu hailed from Karuski's empire in Quai'bl. Karuski's most loyal and strongest subject, he noticed Karuski's intent to aid Tescia, and has since begun to serve Zezima as well, albeit, below Karuski.
XNinjaRed = X. Fighting for no one except Pae Yanta and Lan, he keeps to himself as an inconspicuous ninjutsu warrior. He was once highly regarded in the Tescian village, but challenged Zezima's rule, and as such many violent encounters ensued. After unwilling to fight once more, he left the Tescian village on a journey of redemption, and to serve the whims of Pae and Lan.
Auflodern = Klaas. Chaotic neutral mercenary. He serves absolutely no one except himself, and heeds no law or order, only destruction and entropy. He has no goals, no direction, no pattern, no method. He kills without question, and for no question. One of Miles Vingt's few apprentices for a brief period, he helped Tescia only as he saw fit, and clashed with everyone around him, including Miles Vingt himself. He's a high-profile citizen, but sneakily treads the fine line of civility and misdeeds.
Super Racer Z = Zupehr Raihzer. Approached by Zezima personally during the halcyon Ezoan era, he's one of the few Tescian military officers to never abandon post, even if the post has eventually abandoned him. His logic is usurped by none, and is infallible to all. His only known allegiance is to Zezima, and only at that because he represents the Tescian empire he protects.
Still working on the rest.
84 = Ayti Phor
FourCartridge = Evcie
Shadow122 = Chadeaux Wan-Twantitu
TSW = Tiyez Dubbayiu
SD64 = Ezdie Zixti-Phor
CC3 = Sie-Sie Thri
Army = Aurmai
SonicFanPS2 = Saunig van Piestu
Chapter 1: Light
Setting: boards2.sega, 2007, phpBB2.
Everyone is peacefully frolicking through the meadows of the Ezoan villages, when we pan to see the 3 Segoku officers watching over it.
RubyEclipse: "Have the preparations been made ...?"
Clumsyorchid: "Yes, we're ready when you are."
RubyEclipse: "Cochrane ... I'll give you the honor of breaking the news to them. Do it as you see fit."
Cochrane: "Yes, m'lord."
RubyEclipse: "Clumsy... level 11 evacuation. Now."
Clumsyorchid: "What? We can't do that, that would mean sa--"
RubyEclipse: "I said ... now."
We cut to the village, where we see the jovial inhabitants enjoying each other's company, when Cochrane appears, heavy-handed as ever.
Cochrane: "I bring news from Segoku headquarters."
Lan: "About time. What's going to happen to Ezoa?"
Cochrane: "Ezoa is none of your concern anymore. We've taken care of everything. I just wanted you to know, there will be changes soon."
Lan: "Changes? What kind of changes?"
Suddenly, Cochrane shifts his eyes a bit to the right, as he presses his finger into his ear, as if concentrating on a barely audible frequency. He then turns and walks away, ignoring the inquisitive citizens he was delegated to protect.
Clumsyorchid: "Has Cochrane been alerted?"
RubyEclipse: "Yes... *a pause* you will now witness the birth of a new age, Clumsy. One where rebellion is all but extinguished. *chuckles quietly to himself* And all with the push... of a button."
Camera pans downward as we see Ruby holding what appears to be a switch with a blank face on it. Ruby glances down at it, flips open a hatch, and we notice but one button. Ruby gives one quick glance at Clumsy before he calmly, almost in an obsessively-controlled manner, pushes a steady thumb onto the button.
We now go to the deep wilderness of Ezoa. The trees begin to sway. The ground quakes. The animals grow violent in their terror. The villagers are roused from their sleep. They feel a disturbance, but can't hope to trace its origin.
The bravest venture forth, opposing it as if it were something of a physical nature, to be tackled like any other wandering troll. But they soon came to a depressing realization. There was light everywhere. They could see clearly. They checked once more. It was indeed midnight. The light was not of a warming or welcoming one, it was of unnatural upheaval.
The light came from a great pillar of fire, one so great that it usurped all other manner of life before it. And they could do nothing to stop it. They couldn't combat it, couldn't outrun it, couldn't reason with it. It was change. Inevitable, unmoving, uncompromising change. The fire drew ever nearer, as they saw the land they once so loved set ablaze.
The marked look of utter appall and disgust flooded each and every one's faces as they gazed on in awe. Not in awe of its power, nor its brilliance. But in awe of its destruction. In all that it consumed, it consumed the lives and memories of many that came before it, yet it continued at an ever accelerating pace, unsympathetic, uncaring. All it hungered for was more. More of what was of no concern, all it need was more. More anguish, more despair, more connections once strengthened over time to be ripped apart with one swift force.
As the fire came for them and was nearing their humble village, they knew their fate. They knew now what Cochrane's purpose was, and immediately put the pieces together. There was no escape. Only death. They quietly kneeled in acceptance of that which could not be altered, and perished in as honorable manner as could be managed.
This, however, was not the end. Merely the beginning of what its ashes brought. For not all died. And for some it even propogated new life. But for a while, many lingered in blank purgatory. Utter nothingness. Time was of no element. No measures were of use here. There was nothing to compare anything to. Nothing existed. Existence itself ceased. For a time. The length of which has never been determined, but life did and always has found a way.
After what seemed as though multiple eternities stirred, finally, light began to shine once more. Not of the same horrific light that had torn asunder all their cognizance was capable of holding, no, this light ... was different. We could now begin to see ourselves, and eventually, for a time, others.
But these ... others were not human. They could not be called such a noble name. That's too dignified of a term. Humans have faces, humans have feelings. Humans can think, choose for themselves, humans know the difference between right and wrong. These ... monsters were nothing what Ezoa used to harbor. No, instead, those who survived the divine light were either severely wounded ... or subhuman.
But not all of this was known immediately. Those who survived with their souls intact brushed themselves off, had figured that Ezoa was the same place, just rebuilt, renewed. They ventured forth to rebuild what little remained of their past lives, grasping at whatever was in reach to pretend it was the same. The pile of ashes that once represented their home, softly sliding in between the cracks of their fingers. But they were not to be dismayed. They had determination, strength, and tenacity. They could adapt. They knew they could. They had no choice. So they did what was only ... human. They communicated.
Surely these creatures are equal to us humans, they only differ between us in due appearance. One musn't judge so harshly or readily. I'm sure if given time and patience, their true potential will show through as proper civilized beings. After all, we're able to teach them everything they need to know in how to be like us, why wouldn't they understand? Some took their steps with force, out of anger, out of resentment and quiet suffering of what had been done to them. Others ... they took their steps hesitantly, unwilling to accept the new land and its features. However the method they chose, they all eventually took a step. One way or another.
Their leader went first.
Lan: "Heya there, little guy, what's your name?"
Xxxxxx_xxQuiiiiIiIi_IcKCkcKk-sCoic_IOippEZzzzzzX_X_xxx: "wuts it 2 you?!1?"
Lan: "I, uh ... just wanted to learn your name. You seemed new, that's all. I like to welcome all newcomers. It's part of my consigned responsibilities here. Where'd you come from, anyway?"
Xxxxxx_xxQuiiiiIiIi_IcKCkcKk-sCoic_IOippEZzzzzzX_X_xxx: "lol its kewl. i come from Bungie.net xD"
Lan: "Uh, Bungie? You mean the guys who fight each other based on their color of their armor?"
Xxxxxx_xxQuiiiiIiIi_IcKCkcKk-sCoic_IOippEZzzzzzX_X_xxx: "well duh how else r u gonna no who to shoot dumbass. god what a retard"
Lan: "Hey, that's not very nice. I know Cochrane wouldn't tolerate such behavior, and I know I won't either. This is a community with standards, I'll have you know."
Xxxxxx_xxQuiiiiIiIi_IcKCkcKk-sCoic_IOippEZzzzzzX_X_xxx: "lol whateverdude cochranes the one who invited me anyway. its a dump so i dont care. have fun with your little sonic dolls."
Lan watched in still anger as the socially crippled, awkward looking creature hobbled off deeper into the woods, beyond sight. Lan stayed his emotions as a good leader would. He then took the initiative as the leader he was elected to be, and did what he thought should be done. And he was right. How soon would he find how few others agreed with his leadership style. He did what was once a common courtesy ... he attempted to handle the situation ... maturely.
He turned around to look at his band of survivors, the few that could still hold the dignity of the title "Human," without the curse or scars of those flooding the immediately surrounding vicinities. He knew what he had to be done. He had to protect them and prevent them from further wounds and possible infections. Whatever was causing these mutations was something much more resilient than the intial blast. He intended to find out what.
He explained to the few remaining healthy inhabitants that there was a new population that was to take control of Ezoa, and it has been approved from the very beginning by Segoku officials. He also explained that the Segoku headquarters had been placed intentionally in front of the detonation site so it would be destroyed and leave no tracable hints of the wherabouts of their current one. They planned ahead. They knew some would survive. In fact, they counted on it. They needed some subjects to test the effects on ... some toys. Somewhere along the unattainably distant horizon, they watched. Observed. Knowing they were under control without ever knowing how or where, and being the ever more powerless because of it.
But there was something else residing beyond that unreachable line dividing the land and sky. There was something there, not exactly known for certain ... but it was understood. It couldn't be explained, it couldn't be described, but there was an unspoken agreement that it simply was. Some relegated to calling it "hope," others called it fantasy, and still others called it blind faith. But to a few, a very few indeed ... some called it salvation.
They knew they couldn't have been destined to roil in torment of the Ezoan wastelands forever, they couldn't be slowly consumed by the gall creatures that knew nothing beyond their basest of instincts. They just knew somehow no sane or feeling human could stand idly by and watch this undeserved chaos and rampant decay go on unperturbed. They knew something had to be done.
But who were they? They were no one. They had no power, no say, no control, not even a home or family to call their own. No. Not anymore they didn't. Segoku saw to that. Those were but mere luxuries. Maybe Segoku was really just a heaven-sent angel on a mission to show its pathetic denizens how appreciative and grateful they should've been for what they had been given so gratuitously before. Maybe. Just maybe.
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