Pherno smiled as he soared through the air on the back of his fire-drake, a beast wrought of magical flames. With a flick of his wrist, another blast of flames was sent spiralling into the walls of the enemy fort, which were now being overrun by his Morkarsh army.

Thousands of snake-like, pale-green-skinned Morkarsh were charging up the hill and up the many siege towers and ladders that were on the wall to assault the defenders. Pherno began singing as he sent more flames toward the enemy.

One day the Dark Lord came to me,

he said, "we could work in harmony"

I said, "that depends on the reward"

He said, "we could work in sync,

tell me please, what do you think?"

I said, "that depends, what do i get?"

I said, "i want ultimate power,

i want it, this very hour"

he said, "arent you going too far?"

i shoook my head and said, "well... nah!"

Now i work for the Dark Lord,

With powers that i always hoarde

i say, can you compete with that?

i'd say not, i'll squash you flat!

As he finished his arbitrary oration, Pherno gathered his powers and flung a massive, swirling inferno at the fort gates, which promptly exploded into flaming shreds.

OOC: oh, one more rule, please be at lerast quasi-serious with this, no stupid behaviour without a good reason.

Kior is a magical land filled with strange creatures and magic. There is all sorts of magic, elemental magic, demon magic, necromancy, psychic powers, etc. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to enter this world with a character of your choice. Make one up and create a setting for them in Kior. Are they stranded in the middle of the Strath'nion Deserts surrounded by the Lich Lord's undead? or are they sneaking into Bloodtooth fortress amidst a horde of orcs.

Rules

-invent whatever you like, names, countries, monsters, types of magic, etc, but you cannot make up something universal. eg, "Bob wandered through the forest and was attacked by Slymen" is fine, but "bob wandered through the Great Forest, that covered the whole world" is silly, because it means no-one can do anything non-forest.

-also, no making up the big-badguy. so, there might be the Lich Lord, Demon Lords, but none powerful enough to conquer the owrld. that right is reserved by me.

Now, let us open the Role Playing floodgates and let the games begin!

a a little latre, this thread is.... dead, no-one responded to my post until you and kathana never posted again, which is strange, cause shes dungeon master....

pretty tall.

oh, my mistake, thought you were saying that the ogier should attack the shdaow through the ways.

Doesn't seems likely that they still have it or use it, and there arwe gates in the blight already. Besides, the chances of machin shin getting out in the blight is very unlikely.

Actually, that might be a good way to kill the DO, throw machin shin (or fain, at that note) at him.

Probably not, the forsaken made asses of themselves during that, beaten by a few asha'man and aes sedai, especially since they are supposed to be so uber-powerful.

Moridin wanted to conceal his identity, and showing up just to lose wouldn't have helped.

Do Ogier still have one of those talismans of growing for expanding the Ways?  If so why not just make one in the blight to sick that evil fart on the DO

great idea, lets make a portal to the place filled with evil monsters and go through a dimension patrolled by a homicidal entity and if we survive the trip, the trollocs would just slaughter us anyway lol.

what would be the point?

"I can't work under these conditions!" Harlin Nova, leading scientist of the Paaren Disen Institute of Advanced Biology, cried out in distress. Zane and his mysterious 'employers' were far too demanding, but they paid well.... perhaps too well to be legal. Oh well, money was money, no matter where it came from.

Shivering as he walked passed another blob of disjointed flesh that had been a living human being. It was the fourth victim after Gara, and small progress had been made, save for the victims becoming slightly less mutated every time. Harlin hated doing this to people, criminal or not, but it was strangley fascinating, in a sick, horrifying way.

"Prepare the next subject!" Harlin ordered as another gibbering "test subject" was brought into the reinforced test-room by a pair of burly gaurds. Dumping the victim in the centre of the room, the gaurds retreated and locked the door behind him. Frowning as he reluctantly prepared the Mutation Weave and lifted the needle up with a flow of air, Harlin sent the needle, containing the Chemical, straight for the victims arm.

Held with another scientists weaves, the poor man could do little but scream as the needle steadied itself and injected the Chemical into his veins. Howling in agony as the weave settled over him, the unfortunate victim began changing and shifting, becoming what looked like an elongated human with short, stubby arms and legs, no head, and several stunted tentacles and growths protruding from his discouloured flesh.

"Impressive, but we need it to be less... volitile, and the victim needs to survive the proccess. Make it less unpredictable, and make it inhaleable." Zane stated with mild disdain, and Harlin gaped in shock. "B-but, i spent three years making that and perfecting the weave, now you want me to-"

"You do what i tell you to, and, more importantly, what my employers tell you to do. And they say to improve your formula. Good day, Nova." With that he once again swept out of the room with a contemptuous twirl of his black cloak.

Pfft, the forsaken are so overrated. Nazgul(lotr) or Steel Inquisitors(Mistborn) make much better uber badguys that these squabbling, teamworkless, communication failures. As oversaid as this is: the forsaken suck.

Ps: I know that didn't really contribute to the discussion, but i like stating my opinion.

OOC: But you didn't post anything about a boy before.... did you?

I am Frostbite. No-one, not even i, knows my real name. the nickname comes from my love of freezing things, people, plants, animals, but i play with water alot as well. I am with water what Pherno is with fire. I am not as powerful/psychotic/unpredictable/homicidal as Pherno, either, but i am smarter and more cunning.

My favourite 'Fatalities' (see Mortal Kombat) are freezing a persons blood and evaporating the water in their bodies.

OOC: Sorry, what?

OOC: I thought you said no using known characters? You just broke your own rule lol.

IC: Zane watched in rapt interest as Gara was injected with the Chemical and covered in a complex weave of air, water and spirit. The Chemical reacted with the weave and Gara screamed as his skin began crawling and shifting. His whole body became a trembling mass of flesh as his muscles and skin and bone melded together and separated again, over and over, after several minutes Gara's mutation slowed and then stopped.

Gara, a normal human, had become a disjointed, sluglike mass of flesh, eyeless, limbless, mouthless lump of flesh. The experiment was close to working.

Havoks scowl lessened as he saw over 100'000 Trollocs charge at the walless Tar Valon. Without the dried-up river Erinin to hold off assault and the Dreadlords protecting the Trollocs from channeling attack, the few dozen channelers,  several hundred soldiers and thousands of civilians had no chance.

Only a miracle could save them now.

Havok and the other Shadowscarred had been shocked to find the tower rebuilt to its former grandeur. How had they done it,even with channeling, so quickly? No matter, ti was merely something else to tear down.

The Shadowscarred Rebellion had spread like wildfire, with tens of thousands of disgruntled, overworked civilians rioting and declaring independence from the Dragons rule. Rand al'Thors' depleted armies could do little to stop the rampaging mobs, as the heart of his empire began to slowly unravel. The westlands resembled, from a political point of view, a black of red (Dragon) with a big grey patch to the north (Shadowscarred) and hundreds of small grey patches spread throughout the red. These metaphorical grey pathces were getting bigger, but many were also dissapearing as the Dragons troops quelled the rebellions.

Either way, Tar Valon would fall.

"I said no witnesses!" Ringworm roared to the cowering shadowscarred cultist, the generals ring-shaped scars pale against his dark face. "Yet, you let that Asha'man gat away! Just because he had only one leg didn't mean he couldn't escape, you fool!" The cultist was on his knees, begging for forgivness.

"Enough, Ringworm." Lupin broke in, and the general backed away, his perpetual scowl turning into a grimace. Lupin got off his throne and approached the kneeling cultist, who had a look of apprehension on his face. "You have failed us, and this could be fatal for our cause." Lupin stated to the paling shadowscarred. "Threats to the cause cannot be tolerated."

Before the cultist could speak, Lupin had reached out with a weave of compulsion and crushed his mind into a pulp. He was now nothing more than a mindless slave, now. The compelled cultist rose and woodenly left to join the rest of the army. In Lupins army, failure was not rewarded with death, but with eternal slavery under Lupins compulsion.

Turning to Ringworm, Lupin said "It is time to attack Tar Valon, now that the light knows the details of why they have suddenly lost contact with the north. Tell the Dreadlords to remember that they should stay in the background, protecting our troops from channeling attack and raising the dead to fight for us, not at the front dying. We can't afford to lose any of our channelers."

OOC: Whah? What happened?

3 whole minutes after he had begun the weave, havok ended it and the last waves of flame faded away. Slumping to the ground, Havok panted and coughed uncontrollably, the air was so smokey. he had been completely unaffected by all the fire and heat, but the smoke and dust he had created were another matter. That Asha'man was almost certainly dead or gone, because he couldn't sense anything, but even if he was still here, Havok was too weak to do anything about it, too tired.

Well, at least i got a good fight and a burning village out of it He thought to himself. Lupin would have invaded by now, so it didn't matter that the Light would find out about the shadowscarred through that asj\ha'man, if he was alive. Seeing no other course of action, Havok opened a gateway back to the Shadowkeep, to get some much-needed rest.

As the wall of earth rose between them, Havok stopped attacking and paused for a second to rest. This guy was good. The people were fleeing, he would get no converts from this lot, oh well. It was time for his special attack, one that he had practised and perfected sice he had first tried it at the age of 19.

Clutching his hands together in front of his, he wove fire and spirit, and silent flames began forming around him, swirling ever faster like a forming tornado. A moment later, the earth bagan rippling and churning underneath him, but he kept his concentration and the flames swirled faster and faster, becoming a solid dome around him. The wall began moving towards him, but it was too late to stiop him now.

Suddenly he grunted in effort, and spread his arms wide. The dome exploded, sending a solid wave of fire in all directions The wall held for a second, then fell backwards, and the platform was all but disintegrated. Several onlookers and nearby buildings were destroyed  or lit on fire as well.

But it wasn't over, another wave of solid flame radiated from havok, and another, and another, spreading ever furrther outwards. It would take the Dragon Reborn to break this weave, Havok thought smugly.

Zane stepped into the dark alley, seeing his target at the end of it. It was a dead end. The lowlife scum who Zane was after cowered as the pyromaniacle Aes Sedai approached him, and lifted him up with flows of Air. "Please," The man sobbed, "I can get the money, i swear, i just need more time, please, i beg of you!" The man had broken down, crying and would have fallen had Zane not been binding him with the power.

Zarbinson shook his head slowly, smiling. "I'm afraid that it is too late for that, Gara, you should have paid weeks ago, but you ran, instead. Now i've had to track you down, and that annoys me. People who annoy me don't live long, Gara." At hearing this, Gara opened his mouth to scream, but Zane stuffed it full of air and wove a complex mix of fire, spirit and earth. When the weave touched Gara, not even the gag of air could fully suppress his agonised scream.

Lupin smiled as he watched the village burn. The Shadowscarred had invaded the westlands, using coordinated attacks, ambushing, training and high discipline to conquer all of the borderlands. Anyone who didn't surrender, and they got the chance, were killed, or fed to the Trollocs. The converts were surprisingly eager to punish the "unbelievers", and commited heinous acts in the name of the Scarred.

All in all, it was a very satisfying outcome. Lupin, through extensive recruiting and heavy training, had amassed 150'000 Trollocs and 0ver 42'000 new Shadowscarred warriors, most just innocent, gullible farmers and villagers that had been converted. By conscripting and recruiting in the borderlands, he had raised 6000 more troops, and counting.

Now, they were planning to attack Tar Valon. The tower had not been rebuilt and the city was still almost all in ruins, but it was a symbol of hope and survival for the citizens of the westlands, and there were a few Aes Sedai and scores of Novices and Accepted there, so it must be destroyed.

The wise ones exited the room, looking as irritated at his inability to answer their questions. It wassn't his fault. After a few minutes Baren grew bored, and left the room to go for a walk. The view was nice, with the endless vista of the greening waste and the shimmering lake providing a strange beauty to the of New Rhuidean. The channelers had worked hard, and over 60% of New rhuideans 600'000 citizens were living in proper stone buildings, while the rest made do with makeshift huts.

People were everywhere, going about the work of the day; cleaning, doing laundry, babysitting, improving their huts, or collecting firewood from the new-grown trees. Suddenly he saw Grandpag talking to a man in a black cloak, and he suddenly fainted.

OOC: Very well, ur guy is with earth what Havok and Pherno are with fire. Unstoppable. Mwa ha ha ha!  :D Earth v Fire.

IC: Havok could see that he was losing the crowd to the asha'mans revelations, and he had to do something. Weaving fire and surrounding himself with tentacles of flame, Havok shouted, "Alas! It is true1 I am the son of the dread Pherno, who killed many while enslaved by the Dark One, but he did not know what he was doing, as his mind was clouded by the evil of the Dark One, besides, no-one chooses their father."

"Also, my father did good in destroying the White Tower! that den of sly-talking, manipulative witches deserved to burn! This man, this... Asha'man! Will kill me and then destroy you all with his powers! Help me fight him, and i will help you in turn throw off the shackles of the dragons oppresion! The Shadowscarred will provide you with food, lodging, warmth and purpose! Only we can pull you out of this living nightmare that is the aftermath of the Last Battle! For the Scarred!'

With that last shout, he pushed his arms forward and his flaming tentacles shot at the asha'man, and large amunts of the crowd charged him too.

Zane "Hellfire" Zarbinson skulked through the hallways of the research facility. People around him smiled and waved, but he didn't even notice them. The reason for his nickname was his habit of burning things sporadically and spontaneously. He was a suspect in a number of arsons and fire-related murders, but they couldn't make the charges stick, so he went unbound from his crimes.

He entered the main resarch lab and sneered contemptuously at the head scientist, his superior. "I trust that the experiments are going.... as planned." Zane said, with another sneer. "My... employers would be very upset if they failed." The scientist looked concerned for a second, but soon replied

"The experiments are fine, Zane and tell your employers that they will not be dissapointed, and they will get their moneys worth."

"They'd better, Harlin Nova, they had better." With that, Zane left the room with a contemptuous swirl of his black cloak. He had work to do.

Havok cursed as he sensed someone holding saidin. Before he could do anything, the sense dissapeared and a flaming dragon appeared above him. The crowd was hysteric; they thought that the dragon had come for revenge, as the stones under Havoks feet liquefied and began crawling up his legs.

the stone solidified, and Havok was unable to move. Weaving Earth, he shattered the stone holding his legs and ripped the illusionary dragon above him into shreds with spirit. "People of Kindy! There is an Asha'man among us! I sensed him! They are not guardians, but cruel slavers serving the tyrannical dragon! He never saved us on purpose! I have been informed from a very reliable source that he was travelling to Shayol ghul not to fight the dark One, but to surrender to him!" The crowd, having forgotten the illusion, gasped in shock and began muttering in rage.

"Yes! It is true! He left you all to die and planned to let the dark one finish you off! He doesn't deserve our loyalty!" The crowd roared its approval, and a man in a black cloak leapt onto the stand, and shouted, his voice amplified with the power "THATS NOT TRUE!" The crowd froze.