Post by Robert Zanrou on Sept 30, 2009 14:48:29 GMT -5
Rating: 13+ for language and some violence.
In a time of despair, a common threat was ready to overtake the world with an iron fist. However, among many resistances, one stuck out above all others. This is the legend of the resistance the Emperors put up in order to put an end to this evil.
Chapter 1
In a decayed forest, a young boy with red hair runs as fast as he can. A hound is chasing him through the maze of decayed trees and dead plants. The child, exhausted, tripping over a loose tree branch, falling with a loud and painful thud onto his back. Before he can even get up, the hound pins him against the branch littered ground. A demonic figure in a lab coat walks out of the forest, cackling menacingly.
Scientist: Excellent work. A fine creature you are indeed.
The child attempts to slide away from them, but the hound plants a paw into his chest, snarling at the defenseless child. The child attempts to scream for help, but his efforts are futile, as the heavy paw is keeping him from making a sound. The child, at the mercy of the fiendish scientist and the hound weeps silently; it is all he can do. The hound growls at the boy, foaming from the mouth he bites down into the shoulder of the boy. The boy, tears running down his face he screams in brutal agony. Suddenly, a lightning bolt cracks the dead forest, the hound sent flying. It lands several feet away, rendered to a charred and lifeless corpse, the scientist watches in horror.
Scientist: Holy hell!
Voice: You sick bastard………
Scientist: Show yourself knave!
From the forest, an armored figure walks out. He storms towards the scientist. Thunder surges through one hand; he reaches his other hand out towards the scientist’s throat. The scientist makes a cowardly attempt to flee, but the armored man hand gains a firm grip around his throat.
Scientist: What *cough* are you?
Armored Man: My name is Zaborg, I am the Thunder Emperor.
Scientist: Zaborg huh? *cough*
Zaborg looks over to the charred corpse of the smitten animal, recognizing it as a type of demonic hound that is commonly used by the Dark Worlds militia. He turns back to the fright stricken Kozaky, glaring at him in a disgusted manner.
Zaborg: Yes, you and the Dark World have gone too far this time. People who push the weaker for gain disgust me! Tell me, what is it that the Dark World wishes to gain though harming children?
Kozaky: And why should I tell you?
Zaborg: If you don’t tell me, your bloody heart won’t be the only place with a gaping hole.
Zaborg points his finger towards his abdomen, energy charging into the finger, Kozaky screams with the purest of fear. Zaborg angrily screams his response into his face with bitter, hateful fury as he gives of a forceful shake.
Zaborg: Answer me!
Kozaky: Fine, I’ll tell you, just don’t kill me! Slaves at a young age are the easiest to manipulate. Their young minds are extremely prone to our brainwashing. I think you get the point.
Zaborg: I do. And from what I see, neither you nor any denizen of the Dark World deserve life.
At that remark, Kozaky whimpers in fear. The finger that Zaborg charged with thunder closes in on Kozakys abdomen, only one inch away from contact.
Kozaky: Please, spare me!
Zaborg: I’ll let you go this one time, for I see use in you other than another number on a body count. Let’s see how long you can keep running until I finally find you and kill you, let’s see if you can prove to be an imposing threat. When I let go, you’d better start running.
Zaborg points his finger to a tree and fires the thunder bolt. Kozaky nods to this, through shaking and sweating, his personality is seen by Zaborg, who glares with pure resent. Zaborg tosses him straight into a tree. Kozaky runs away as soon as he gets up, worried about only himself and his survival. Zaborg walks up to the unconscious and bleeding boy. Zaborg picks him up and walks towards the nearest village, hell bent on finding the boy help. As he made his way to the village, he reminisced on the information he forced out of Kozaky. A tone of hate emitted from the words he blurted out.
Zaborg: Damn them all to hell! Exploiting those weaker than they………
Zaborg eventually arrives at the village, the boy cradled in his arms, still out cold and horribly wounded. He walks into the medicine hut, quietly placing him on a bed. As he exits the hut and attempts to head off, the medicine man spots him.
Medicine Man: State your business stranger!
Zaborg: I am Zaborg, the Thunder Emperor. I have come to deliver this wounded boy to your care. I presume you can figure out the source of his wounds.
Medicine Man: Eh?
Without a word of goodbye or any sort of sign, Zaborg sets off, the medicine man scratching his head in confusion as he watches Zaborg disappear into the horizon, he enters the hut and proceeds to look over his wounds. As for Zaborg, he makes his way through the long dead forest and steps in a pure white snow covered plane, contemplating his next move and potential alliances.
In a time of despair, a common threat was ready to overtake the world with an iron fist. However, among many resistances, one stuck out above all others. This is the legend of the resistance the Emperors put up in order to put an end to this evil.
Chapter 1
In a decayed forest, a young boy with red hair runs as fast as he can. A hound is chasing him through the maze of decayed trees and dead plants. The child, exhausted, tripping over a loose tree branch, falling with a loud and painful thud onto his back. Before he can even get up, the hound pins him against the branch littered ground. A demonic figure in a lab coat walks out of the forest, cackling menacingly.
Scientist: Excellent work. A fine creature you are indeed.
The child attempts to slide away from them, but the hound plants a paw into his chest, snarling at the defenseless child. The child attempts to scream for help, but his efforts are futile, as the heavy paw is keeping him from making a sound. The child, at the mercy of the fiendish scientist and the hound weeps silently; it is all he can do. The hound growls at the boy, foaming from the mouth he bites down into the shoulder of the boy. The boy, tears running down his face he screams in brutal agony. Suddenly, a lightning bolt cracks the dead forest, the hound sent flying. It lands several feet away, rendered to a charred and lifeless corpse, the scientist watches in horror.
Scientist: Holy hell!
Voice: You sick bastard………
Scientist: Show yourself knave!
From the forest, an armored figure walks out. He storms towards the scientist. Thunder surges through one hand; he reaches his other hand out towards the scientist’s throat. The scientist makes a cowardly attempt to flee, but the armored man hand gains a firm grip around his throat.
Scientist: What *cough* are you?
Armored Man: My name is Zaborg, I am the Thunder Emperor.
Scientist: Zaborg huh? *cough*
Zaborg looks over to the charred corpse of the smitten animal, recognizing it as a type of demonic hound that is commonly used by the Dark Worlds militia. He turns back to the fright stricken Kozaky, glaring at him in a disgusted manner.
Zaborg: Yes, you and the Dark World have gone too far this time. People who push the weaker for gain disgust me! Tell me, what is it that the Dark World wishes to gain though harming children?
Kozaky: And why should I tell you?
Zaborg: If you don’t tell me, your bloody heart won’t be the only place with a gaping hole.
Zaborg points his finger towards his abdomen, energy charging into the finger, Kozaky screams with the purest of fear. Zaborg angrily screams his response into his face with bitter, hateful fury as he gives of a forceful shake.
Zaborg: Answer me!
Kozaky: Fine, I’ll tell you, just don’t kill me! Slaves at a young age are the easiest to manipulate. Their young minds are extremely prone to our brainwashing. I think you get the point.
Zaborg: I do. And from what I see, neither you nor any denizen of the Dark World deserve life.
At that remark, Kozaky whimpers in fear. The finger that Zaborg charged with thunder closes in on Kozakys abdomen, only one inch away from contact.
Kozaky: Please, spare me!
Zaborg: I’ll let you go this one time, for I see use in you other than another number on a body count. Let’s see how long you can keep running until I finally find you and kill you, let’s see if you can prove to be an imposing threat. When I let go, you’d better start running.
Zaborg points his finger to a tree and fires the thunder bolt. Kozaky nods to this, through shaking and sweating, his personality is seen by Zaborg, who glares with pure resent. Zaborg tosses him straight into a tree. Kozaky runs away as soon as he gets up, worried about only himself and his survival. Zaborg walks up to the unconscious and bleeding boy. Zaborg picks him up and walks towards the nearest village, hell bent on finding the boy help. As he made his way to the village, he reminisced on the information he forced out of Kozaky. A tone of hate emitted from the words he blurted out.
Zaborg: Damn them all to hell! Exploiting those weaker than they………
Zaborg eventually arrives at the village, the boy cradled in his arms, still out cold and horribly wounded. He walks into the medicine hut, quietly placing him on a bed. As he exits the hut and attempts to head off, the medicine man spots him.
Medicine Man: State your business stranger!
Zaborg: I am Zaborg, the Thunder Emperor. I have come to deliver this wounded boy to your care. I presume you can figure out the source of his wounds.
Medicine Man: Eh?
Without a word of goodbye or any sort of sign, Zaborg sets off, the medicine man scratching his head in confusion as he watches Zaborg disappear into the horizon, he enters the hut and proceeds to look over his wounds. As for Zaborg, he makes his way through the long dead forest and steps in a pure white snow covered plane, contemplating his next move and potential alliances.