Joka10
Soulsand
- Joined
- Jan 24, 2012
Minecraft IGN: Joka10
Position applying for: Loremaster
Age|Timezone: I am 14, and I live in the Eastern Standard Timezone (North America). I didn't see any age restriction on Loremaster, but I know that many staff positions require you to be 15. If this is one of them, and I just missed it, I'll happily reapply later. I turn 15 at the end of August.
How long have you been on Herocraft?: My whitelist application was accepted on January 24th, 2012, though I was possibly not officially whitelisted until the next day, as it was late when I applied and I believe the server was offline when I was accepted.
Why do you think you would make a good Loremaster?: I've had a lot of experience with writing Minecraft lore. I played a roleplaying server called The Plague for more than a year, and although there wasn't much roleplaying, there was a lot of lore written, and a lot was contributed by myself. When it comes to writing Minecraft lore, I think my main skills are that I am able to take events that happened ingame and convert them to a story that sounds unrelated to Minecraft, even stuff like lag crashes and map wipes, and that I can do a lot of really in-depth stuff, like explaining the histories behind different individual things. While on The Plague, I even wrote a basic language to help with the naming of characters and places. I didn't make enough components to make it so that it could literally be spoken, but I made enough to effectively name things. I have also taken Latin for two years, so in the instance that Latin is needed in a story, I can provide fairly accurate translation. I have been told that I am a good writer in general, but I don't know how true that is. I definitely have strengths and weaknesses, some of my relevant weaknesses being that I'm not the best at figurative language and that sometimes when writing from a 2nd person view following one character, said character ends up pretty bland. I think I am alright at first person writing, but I'm definitely best at writing historical pieces spanning long periods of time (kind of like The Silmarillion but not as long or awesome
) and at converting ingame events into lore-type things. I think I could do a good job at writing lore for this server in those categories. I think I could also do pretty well from a first-person perspective if necessary.
Link to a piece of work you have done (lorewise)!: Almost all of my lore was for The Plague, and that server met a messy end in which almost all lore work done for it was lost. I have so far been able to find one piece. It is long, and fits under the category of the really in-depth history stuff. It was written to explain how the Plague (meaning the zombie virus, not the server based around it) came to be, and it ends in a tie-in to the original Plague origin story. I think that is unfortunately lost, but you pretty much just need to know that a bunch of miners got into a cave they should have stayed out of. Again, this is really long... it might not make sense if you weren't familiar with The Plague, and it contains a tiny bit of the language I wrote (though not much).
I also have another thing. It was something I planned to release as a fan fiction based around members in my town. I was delayed by various IRL circimstances, and when I could write again, turmoil had occured in the town that pretty much ruined the story, so I stopped. It is also very long <.< (and upon skimming through it again... it's fairly cheesy)
The cliffhanger parts that seem out of place are where the individual post/chapters ended. Sorry for length/cheese. Oh, and Lloyd was stoned per his own request.
Additional info you would like to tell us?: I almost always am able to access/type on these forums.
Position applying for: Loremaster
Age|Timezone: I am 14, and I live in the Eastern Standard Timezone (North America). I didn't see any age restriction on Loremaster, but I know that many staff positions require you to be 15. If this is one of them, and I just missed it, I'll happily reapply later. I turn 15 at the end of August.
How long have you been on Herocraft?: My whitelist application was accepted on January 24th, 2012, though I was possibly not officially whitelisted until the next day, as it was late when I applied and I believe the server was offline when I was accepted.
Why do you think you would make a good Loremaster?: I've had a lot of experience with writing Minecraft lore. I played a roleplaying server called The Plague for more than a year, and although there wasn't much roleplaying, there was a lot of lore written, and a lot was contributed by myself. When it comes to writing Minecraft lore, I think my main skills are that I am able to take events that happened ingame and convert them to a story that sounds unrelated to Minecraft, even stuff like lag crashes and map wipes, and that I can do a lot of really in-depth stuff, like explaining the histories behind different individual things. While on The Plague, I even wrote a basic language to help with the naming of characters and places. I didn't make enough components to make it so that it could literally be spoken, but I made enough to effectively name things. I have also taken Latin for two years, so in the instance that Latin is needed in a story, I can provide fairly accurate translation. I have been told that I am a good writer in general, but I don't know how true that is. I definitely have strengths and weaknesses, some of my relevant weaknesses being that I'm not the best at figurative language and that sometimes when writing from a 2nd person view following one character, said character ends up pretty bland. I think I am alright at first person writing, but I'm definitely best at writing historical pieces spanning long periods of time (kind of like The Silmarillion but not as long or awesome
) and at converting ingame events into lore-type things. I think I could do a good job at writing lore for this server in those categories. I think I could also do pretty well from a first-person perspective if necessary.Link to a piece of work you have done (lorewise)!: Almost all of my lore was for The Plague, and that server met a messy end in which almost all lore work done for it was lost. I have so far been able to find one piece. It is long, and fits under the category of the really in-depth history stuff. It was written to explain how the Plague (meaning the zombie virus, not the server based around it) came to be, and it ends in a tie-in to the original Plague origin story. I think that is unfortunately lost, but you pretty much just need to know that a bunch of miners got into a cave they should have stayed out of. Again, this is really long... it might not make sense if you weren't familiar with The Plague, and it contains a tiny bit of the language I wrote (though not much).
This plague... It is perhaps the most awful thing to ever happen to our land. It is so horrible, something that seems to be a deed too awful to be committed by mere man. But this terror was started by man. Nearly everyone who has ever walked the earth has contributed to it. There are many more obvious places in the story where you could say its formation started, but in reality, it began when the first people set foot on earth...
The most important need in the life of any being is to survive, be that mouse, man, bear, or anything else. However, man is innovative, always coming up with new techniques to help ease this need. Therefore, he had no trouble surviving in the beginning. Rather than let life become a meaningless wasteland due to no longer needing to fulfill that basic need, he came up with a new one. This one, the need to not just survive, but to thrive, is the need that started the formation of this tragedy we experience today. For having more than one needs turns into some very negative personality traits. The man who has more than others develops pride, feeling he is better than those with less. He develops greed and lust, wanting more than he has. He becomes a glutton, keeping what he has for himself. He is slow and lazy, having everything he needs and more, therefore not needing to get more. He is callous and uncaring towards the needs of people with less than him. He has taken so much that some other men are actually unable to survive. Those less fortunate men ask for charity to help them and their families, but are denied by the gluttony and pride of the wealthy. They do not develop greed, too poor to yearn for more than they need, but rather envy, and then wrath towards those who have the power to help them, but have refused without a second thought. They yearn for vengeance, and this yearning sometimes even turns into murder. Evil now exists in man because he is able to survive and have the luxury of thriving, all because of the intelligence and innovation they used to make the job easier. This evil separates man from one another, as hatred develops from disagreements and wrongdoings.
And that is exactly what happened in ancient times. Men left their kindred out of hatred and found lands to claim as their own, forever expanding to fulfill their need to thrive. When their borders clashed with another, they would have massive fights called wars, in which many men would die, a loss of survival due to a yearning to thrive. The winner would take his enemy’s lands, and continue his greed-driven expansion. Different kingdoms and empires wished to gain an advantage over each other in warfare so that they might more easily pluck lands from their enemies’ possession. This led to the creation of the first and most powerful of demons.
Goodness never fully left the hearts of some men. The terrible wars that left their communities in shambles and killed off their neighbors saddened them greatly. For a community, be it a village, city, or empire, is still driven to thrive above others, but it is made up of many people, each of whom wishes their community to thrive above all others. They work together, and this act makes them care about the others who they are cooperating with over time. They not only care about their own welfare but that of others around them, so they are therefore upset when another perishes. They follow whoever is their leader. Leaders are rarely just towards other communities, wanting theirs to thrive above all others, as previously mentioned, but many are just towards those in their own communities. To live in a good community is to have friends and a sense of goodness, but the community as a whole is perhaps more evil than anything else seen on earth, as it is the greed of thousands combined into one. And the leader is more evil than anyone else in that community, though he may be just to them, for he is the one controlling that evil body.
But I am getting off track. It is the fact that men feel a sense of brotherhood towards others in their communities, as it always has been. They dislike seeing their friends’ blood shed and would like to put an end to it. But this is not possible if they want their community to thrive, so they instead try to use their innovation and intelligence to lessen the impacts of their wars. This is what happened long ago. A powerful kingdom, rich in gold and strong in magic, was constantly assailed by lesser nations. Each attack did little on its own, but the minor casualties added up, putting the kingdom at risk of succumbing to others. So the leader summoned his most powerful magic-users and set them to work creating the ultimate weapon. They labored many days, and when they were finished, it was not much to look at. They placed the pile of sludge that they had worked so long on at the feet of their king, and he was dismayed at how astonishingly unimpressive the fruit of the task he assigned had been. They assured him that it would work, and as soon as the final step was done, it would be the most powerful thing the world had ever seen. When the king queried, they informed him of the nature of the final step; a human sacrifice, the spirit of whom would control the weapon. So the king announced that they were needing someone to give their life for the good of the country, and one of the guards immediately volunteered himself. He was the epitome of blind loyalty, one of the king’s most trusted protectors. He would do anything for his beloved ruler, even give up his own life. So he reclined on an altar in front of a golden shrine upon which the sludge lay. The knife was driven through his chest, and a smile formed upon his face. Then he moved no more.
They waited for what seemed like an eternity, and were convinced that the ritual had failed by the third hour. But then on the fifth hour, the room grew very dark. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the darkness was gone, and there was a man standing on the shrine. It was he who had sacrificed himself, and he look unchanged. He was commanded by one of the magicians to change form into a spider, which, to the astonishment of the king, he did. He returned to his original state, and was told to go outside and change the day into night, which he did. They told him to do many more things, and he performed brilliantly without tiring. When he was convinced the creation was complete, the king sent him to a field of battle on the southern border of the land. He transformed into a fiery phoenix and flew at speeds never imagined. He landed, and became a massive beast of the likes never before imagined, both peaceful and majestic yet terrifying and powerful. This became his preferred form for many years to come. He rampaged across the bloodstained plain, ripping enemies apart with his claws, smashing catapults with a massive club he had summoned out of nothing. The enemy attempted a retreat, but none succeeded. This truly was the most powerful being to ever set foot on the earth, and his kingdom was feared for the rest of its existence.
For many years, the beast watched over his people loyally and carefully. Generations and generations, dynasty after dynasty went by under his watch. But this would not last forever. It was a combination of two things that led to the end of the bond between the kingdom and the beast. First of all, the beast began to envy the humans. He was immortal, and they were not. He watched all his friends and loved ones from his time as a human die away. He never made new friends after them, too different from anyone else for this to be possible. He saw the ruler whom he had first served die away, then his son, and all the sons after that. This saddened him at first, but he became more and more numb to it as time went on. He remembered having friends, and wished often to be human again, yet he forgot what humanity was like just the same, seeing all those people die. He was not happy with his lot in life at all, but he dealt with it, for a time. The second thing was that the many rulers he served began to take him for granted, treating him like an animal, merely because he was not of the same form as the rest. They acted like he was a dog, and he began to feel like one. But even a dog, loyal as it may be at first, can turn against you if you mistreat it. This is what happened with the beast. As time went on, not only did they take him for granted, but abused him. They would beat him often for the most trivial of reasons, sometimes just because they were bored. They would force him to fight for show in a great coliseum. He would ask them to let him be and show him simple decency, but they refused. He grew to hate all humanity, and all humanity grew to hate him.
One day, in the coliseum where he fought for show, he simply snapped. He poured fire from the sky into the stands and rampaged throughout the city, destroying everything. The king commanded him to stop, and was ripped in two.When the entire city was destroyed, the beast rampaged across the kingdom, destroying everything in the most violent methods he could imagine. When the kingdom was in ruins, he went to its neighbors. It took seven countries’ cooperation to finally subdue him. Their magicians used all of their power to separate the beast’s spirit from his body. To do this to a normal mortal would destroy both body and spirit, but the beast’s body was indestructible as it had been made to be, and some of its strength had rubbed off on the spirit, leaving it just enough strength to manifest itself to those who have already left this world but not yet passed to the next. It tormented those who imprisoned it when they were in that state, but was so weakened after doing this to them all that it had to wait many years before doing it again. The magicians opened a portal to an uninhabited realm to which portals are the only method of entering. It was a flat land covered in nothing but grass as far as the eye could see. They trapped the body in an inescapable prison accessible only from the outside made of the strongest, although unfortunately also the most valuable, materials they had. The body lay there unmoved for many, many years, but it would not stay that way forever.
Over time, knowledge of such magics faded, as did their power, for so much magic had been poured into the beast that it could not renew itself, except in the now hellish realm where they had trapped the creatures body. The old nations crumbled, for without the magic they had fed themselves on, they could not sustain themselves.
Ages later, there was a very evil and powerful magician. He had everything he could ever need and yearned for everything else in the world. Picture a puddle of mud with a golden bar in the center, and you have just seen this man’s town. He lived in a grand house, represented by that gold bar, surrounded by a dirty, horribly impoverished slum, represented by the mud. No one could have any possessions in this town, and no one was allowed to leave. This man would capture more people and imprison them in his town whenever he found them, and claim them as his possessions. Despite their lack of any money, or anything else for that matter, the man taxed them individually, one a day, and demanded a massive amount. If they couldn’t pay, he would tie them to a table and remove every part of their body. He would then throw these parts into a massive underground room, where they piled up over the ages. If anyone came asking for money or goods, he would do the same to them as he would do to one who couldn’t pay their taxes. He was more evil than any man ever in existence before.
Again, he desired everything in the world to be his possession, and would stop at nothing to make it happen. But he was like any other man, in the fact that he wouldn’t live forever. He tried many things to make himself immortal, but he was never successful. He succeeded only in shortening his life through these attempts, and it was not long before he was on his deathbed. He realized he had failed at his life’s goal, moaned, and breathed his last. A few seconds later, the man was looking out at the room as though he was still in it. He wasn’t breathing, but he still felt alive somehow. He looked around, and was startled by a mist, a mist that had long been looking for someone so evil with such magic attached to their being to server its own purposes, floating in front of him. He could barely perceive what it was saying, but it seemed to be,”What is your desire?”.
To this the man responded,”Everything, and eternity to get it...”. Then the room was swathed in mist and the man could see nothing. The only thing he was aware of was what sounded like a whispered scream that appeared to be coming from all around.
Then he could see again. He was satisfied at first. He had a new, very powerful body, and was in a room made of the most valuable materials in existence. He look around, and realized that there was no exit to this room. He screamed louder than any ever heard before, and indeed everyone alive at the time heard it, a scream more awful and terrifying than anything imaginable, and those who heard it were merely terrified, but those who listened were corrupted. The beast waited centuries, its hatred and malice seeping into the surrounding landscape, poisoning the once peaceful land. Thus it was transformed into into something hellish. Out of the landscape formed demons of many forms, each more horrible than the last. They were filled with the prisoner’s same evil intentions, although they did not know he existed and were not directly influenced by him beyond creation. The monster in the prison listened intently to the hell it had created with its powerful hearing, and picked up nothing but the demonic screams of the army it had created for all those long years, until one day. It heard screams, horrible screams, those that would curdle your blood and give you nightmares for weeks... but they were not the screams of its demons. They seemed to come from beyond the world of his incarceration, as though heard through a rift or portal... And they enraged and satisfied him at the same time... All those long years... this is what it had been waiting for...
Thus begins the Plague...
The most important need in the life of any being is to survive, be that mouse, man, bear, or anything else. However, man is innovative, always coming up with new techniques to help ease this need. Therefore, he had no trouble surviving in the beginning. Rather than let life become a meaningless wasteland due to no longer needing to fulfill that basic need, he came up with a new one. This one, the need to not just survive, but to thrive, is the need that started the formation of this tragedy we experience today. For having more than one needs turns into some very negative personality traits. The man who has more than others develops pride, feeling he is better than those with less. He develops greed and lust, wanting more than he has. He becomes a glutton, keeping what he has for himself. He is slow and lazy, having everything he needs and more, therefore not needing to get more. He is callous and uncaring towards the needs of people with less than him. He has taken so much that some other men are actually unable to survive. Those less fortunate men ask for charity to help them and their families, but are denied by the gluttony and pride of the wealthy. They do not develop greed, too poor to yearn for more than they need, but rather envy, and then wrath towards those who have the power to help them, but have refused without a second thought. They yearn for vengeance, and this yearning sometimes even turns into murder. Evil now exists in man because he is able to survive and have the luxury of thriving, all because of the intelligence and innovation they used to make the job easier. This evil separates man from one another, as hatred develops from disagreements and wrongdoings.
And that is exactly what happened in ancient times. Men left their kindred out of hatred and found lands to claim as their own, forever expanding to fulfill their need to thrive. When their borders clashed with another, they would have massive fights called wars, in which many men would die, a loss of survival due to a yearning to thrive. The winner would take his enemy’s lands, and continue his greed-driven expansion. Different kingdoms and empires wished to gain an advantage over each other in warfare so that they might more easily pluck lands from their enemies’ possession. This led to the creation of the first and most powerful of demons.
Goodness never fully left the hearts of some men. The terrible wars that left their communities in shambles and killed off their neighbors saddened them greatly. For a community, be it a village, city, or empire, is still driven to thrive above others, but it is made up of many people, each of whom wishes their community to thrive above all others. They work together, and this act makes them care about the others who they are cooperating with over time. They not only care about their own welfare but that of others around them, so they are therefore upset when another perishes. They follow whoever is their leader. Leaders are rarely just towards other communities, wanting theirs to thrive above all others, as previously mentioned, but many are just towards those in their own communities. To live in a good community is to have friends and a sense of goodness, but the community as a whole is perhaps more evil than anything else seen on earth, as it is the greed of thousands combined into one. And the leader is more evil than anyone else in that community, though he may be just to them, for he is the one controlling that evil body.
But I am getting off track. It is the fact that men feel a sense of brotherhood towards others in their communities, as it always has been. They dislike seeing their friends’ blood shed and would like to put an end to it. But this is not possible if they want their community to thrive, so they instead try to use their innovation and intelligence to lessen the impacts of their wars. This is what happened long ago. A powerful kingdom, rich in gold and strong in magic, was constantly assailed by lesser nations. Each attack did little on its own, but the minor casualties added up, putting the kingdom at risk of succumbing to others. So the leader summoned his most powerful magic-users and set them to work creating the ultimate weapon. They labored many days, and when they were finished, it was not much to look at. They placed the pile of sludge that they had worked so long on at the feet of their king, and he was dismayed at how astonishingly unimpressive the fruit of the task he assigned had been. They assured him that it would work, and as soon as the final step was done, it would be the most powerful thing the world had ever seen. When the king queried, they informed him of the nature of the final step; a human sacrifice, the spirit of whom would control the weapon. So the king announced that they were needing someone to give their life for the good of the country, and one of the guards immediately volunteered himself. He was the epitome of blind loyalty, one of the king’s most trusted protectors. He would do anything for his beloved ruler, even give up his own life. So he reclined on an altar in front of a golden shrine upon which the sludge lay. The knife was driven through his chest, and a smile formed upon his face. Then he moved no more.
They waited for what seemed like an eternity, and were convinced that the ritual had failed by the third hour. But then on the fifth hour, the room grew very dark. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the darkness was gone, and there was a man standing on the shrine. It was he who had sacrificed himself, and he look unchanged. He was commanded by one of the magicians to change form into a spider, which, to the astonishment of the king, he did. He returned to his original state, and was told to go outside and change the day into night, which he did. They told him to do many more things, and he performed brilliantly without tiring. When he was convinced the creation was complete, the king sent him to a field of battle on the southern border of the land. He transformed into a fiery phoenix and flew at speeds never imagined. He landed, and became a massive beast of the likes never before imagined, both peaceful and majestic yet terrifying and powerful. This became his preferred form for many years to come. He rampaged across the bloodstained plain, ripping enemies apart with his claws, smashing catapults with a massive club he had summoned out of nothing. The enemy attempted a retreat, but none succeeded. This truly was the most powerful being to ever set foot on the earth, and his kingdom was feared for the rest of its existence.
For many years, the beast watched over his people loyally and carefully. Generations and generations, dynasty after dynasty went by under his watch. But this would not last forever. It was a combination of two things that led to the end of the bond between the kingdom and the beast. First of all, the beast began to envy the humans. He was immortal, and they were not. He watched all his friends and loved ones from his time as a human die away. He never made new friends after them, too different from anyone else for this to be possible. He saw the ruler whom he had first served die away, then his son, and all the sons after that. This saddened him at first, but he became more and more numb to it as time went on. He remembered having friends, and wished often to be human again, yet he forgot what humanity was like just the same, seeing all those people die. He was not happy with his lot in life at all, but he dealt with it, for a time. The second thing was that the many rulers he served began to take him for granted, treating him like an animal, merely because he was not of the same form as the rest. They acted like he was a dog, and he began to feel like one. But even a dog, loyal as it may be at first, can turn against you if you mistreat it. This is what happened with the beast. As time went on, not only did they take him for granted, but abused him. They would beat him often for the most trivial of reasons, sometimes just because they were bored. They would force him to fight for show in a great coliseum. He would ask them to let him be and show him simple decency, but they refused. He grew to hate all humanity, and all humanity grew to hate him.
One day, in the coliseum where he fought for show, he simply snapped. He poured fire from the sky into the stands and rampaged throughout the city, destroying everything. The king commanded him to stop, and was ripped in two.When the entire city was destroyed, the beast rampaged across the kingdom, destroying everything in the most violent methods he could imagine. When the kingdom was in ruins, he went to its neighbors. It took seven countries’ cooperation to finally subdue him. Their magicians used all of their power to separate the beast’s spirit from his body. To do this to a normal mortal would destroy both body and spirit, but the beast’s body was indestructible as it had been made to be, and some of its strength had rubbed off on the spirit, leaving it just enough strength to manifest itself to those who have already left this world but not yet passed to the next. It tormented those who imprisoned it when they were in that state, but was so weakened after doing this to them all that it had to wait many years before doing it again. The magicians opened a portal to an uninhabited realm to which portals are the only method of entering. It was a flat land covered in nothing but grass as far as the eye could see. They trapped the body in an inescapable prison accessible only from the outside made of the strongest, although unfortunately also the most valuable, materials they had. The body lay there unmoved for many, many years, but it would not stay that way forever.
Over time, knowledge of such magics faded, as did their power, for so much magic had been poured into the beast that it could not renew itself, except in the now hellish realm where they had trapped the creatures body. The old nations crumbled, for without the magic they had fed themselves on, they could not sustain themselves.
Ages later, there was a very evil and powerful magician. He had everything he could ever need and yearned for everything else in the world. Picture a puddle of mud with a golden bar in the center, and you have just seen this man’s town. He lived in a grand house, represented by that gold bar, surrounded by a dirty, horribly impoverished slum, represented by the mud. No one could have any possessions in this town, and no one was allowed to leave. This man would capture more people and imprison them in his town whenever he found them, and claim them as his possessions. Despite their lack of any money, or anything else for that matter, the man taxed them individually, one a day, and demanded a massive amount. If they couldn’t pay, he would tie them to a table and remove every part of their body. He would then throw these parts into a massive underground room, where they piled up over the ages. If anyone came asking for money or goods, he would do the same to them as he would do to one who couldn’t pay their taxes. He was more evil than any man ever in existence before.
Again, he desired everything in the world to be his possession, and would stop at nothing to make it happen. But he was like any other man, in the fact that he wouldn’t live forever. He tried many things to make himself immortal, but he was never successful. He succeeded only in shortening his life through these attempts, and it was not long before he was on his deathbed. He realized he had failed at his life’s goal, moaned, and breathed his last. A few seconds later, the man was looking out at the room as though he was still in it. He wasn’t breathing, but he still felt alive somehow. He looked around, and was startled by a mist, a mist that had long been looking for someone so evil with such magic attached to their being to server its own purposes, floating in front of him. He could barely perceive what it was saying, but it seemed to be,”What is your desire?”.
To this the man responded,”Everything, and eternity to get it...”. Then the room was swathed in mist and the man could see nothing. The only thing he was aware of was what sounded like a whispered scream that appeared to be coming from all around.
Then he could see again. He was satisfied at first. He had a new, very powerful body, and was in a room made of the most valuable materials in existence. He look around, and realized that there was no exit to this room. He screamed louder than any ever heard before, and indeed everyone alive at the time heard it, a scream more awful and terrifying than anything imaginable, and those who heard it were merely terrified, but those who listened were corrupted. The beast waited centuries, its hatred and malice seeping into the surrounding landscape, poisoning the once peaceful land. Thus it was transformed into into something hellish. Out of the landscape formed demons of many forms, each more horrible than the last. They were filled with the prisoner’s same evil intentions, although they did not know he existed and were not directly influenced by him beyond creation. The monster in the prison listened intently to the hell it had created with its powerful hearing, and picked up nothing but the demonic screams of the army it had created for all those long years, until one day. It heard screams, horrible screams, those that would curdle your blood and give you nightmares for weeks... but they were not the screams of its demons. They seemed to come from beyond the world of his incarceration, as though heard through a rift or portal... And they enraged and satisfied him at the same time... All those long years... this is what it had been waiting for...
Thus begins the Plague...
I also have another thing. It was something I planned to release as a fan fiction based around members in my town. I was delayed by various IRL circimstances, and when I could write again, turmoil had occured in the town that pretty much ruined the story, so I stopped. It is also very long <.< (and upon skimming through it again... it's fairly cheesy)
Konoha is one of the oldest towns in the map of Dragon. At the time of this story's recording, it is possibly the most active town in the Southwest (Northwest Original Reckoning, Northeast Intermediary Reckoning). The people of Konoha have seen many troubles, but through perseverance, intelligence, and luck, they've kept their small town alive while many larger cities have fallen. Despite many attacks, betrayals, and other issues, Konoha's members haven't ever really had reason to fear that their town would cease to exist... except for once... and that incident was so horrible that they feared even the world would be destroyed. This is the tale of that happening.
The sky was a deep red as the sun slowly crept down beneath the horizon. The moon was rising on the other side of the sky. Construction would now end for the night. The ever-growing darkness had a tendency to conceal holes in the masonry, and a fall from the walls was certain death. Plus, a meeting had been called for that evening, so no one could be absent from the Kage Residence. Thus, all Konohans descended from the walls and headed to the large red building where all meetings took place.
As the Council members took to their seats in the meeting room, the other Konohans climbed up into the balcony and sat down in their much less lavish chairs. When everyone was present, Azen, Kage of Konoha, began the discussion.
"Good evening, all." he began. "I'd like to thank you all for your hard work on the walls; these recent raids haven't done much damage, but they've been wasting time. However, the walls are nearly done, so soon, these attackers will be even less than the mere pests they are."
"On a different note, there's another job we need to complete. We need to get some more materials from the Nether. We're low on Glowstone and Netherbrick, and they are necessary for some of the other projects we have and will have going on. Plus, some of you have been bothering me about going to the Nether to hone your skills... Thus, I'll need one of you to get a party together and purchase a Nether Port from a Necromancer tomorrow. I would lead the party, but I have business to attend to elsewhere. So... any volunteers?" he asked.
Didag said that he had to go to Dragongarde on banking duty, and Naoticon said that he was also busy. Kazbuto was away on an extended mission. Lloyd, however, responded, "I can lead the party. I've got nothing going on, and I've been wanting to go to the Nether."
"Good. Then it's settled." said Azen. "Now, I don't have much else of importance to say. Anyone else here need to speak?" Heads shook and murmurs of declination filled the room. "Well then," said Azen. "I hear some monsters outside, so if anyone would like to help me clear them out, I'd be happy to have the assistance." This time, there wasn't a person in the room who responded with a no, and everyone excitedly hurried downstairs to grab their weapons.
The next morning, Lloyd stepped out of his home and began calling for accompaniment to the Nether. He was the only councilman in the town currently, as the others had already left for their various errands. After a short time, Jellybutter, Miguel, Toruko, Asteroi, Pieboy, Matt, and Joka had all gathered in the town square with Lloyd. No one else appeared to be coming, so the councilman focused his mind on getting a port. Before long, he shouted, "Got one!", and the group huddled together in anticipation.
Before long, the world began to blur into purple swirls in the eyes of the party, as they were sucked down into the Nether. They arrived to the terrifying sounds of lava bubbling, killer pigs squealing, and various fireballs slamming into the sickly, crimson terrain of the Nether.
This would be a fun day.
The group stepped out of the structure they'd appeared in on to the blood red walkways of the central Nether fortress. "Alright, guys," said Lloyd, "We're here to get materials, kill some pigmen, and to have fun doing it! So don't die and don't smoke the Netherwart!" With that, the party descended from the fortress and began their trek into the Nether.
The first thing they wanted to do, of course, was clear away a bit of the monsters. Before long, there were bits of monster lying all over the ground. The Dreadknights Lloyd and Miguel hacked the heads off of pigs withe their axes, while Samurai Jelly cut through Magma Cubes like butter with lightning fast sword slashes. Joka backflipped into the air with a poisoned blade and inflicted massive damage on ghasts, with PC and the other bowmen causing extra pain to the floating jellyfish with their arrows. Meanwhile, Asteroi and Popeye provided constant medical support to the fighters, keeping them safe to destroy the monsters. They were all having a good time, discovering new techniques and putting them to use.
Suddenly, though, when there was but one pigman left out of the entire horde of monsters, Lloyd shouted, "Ow! Ow! My arm! Oh, the pain! It must be broken! Ow!" As Miguel decapitated the last monster, Popeye took a look at Lloyd's arm. "It seems fine... Are you sure you're hurt?" he asked. "Yes, of course! Why would I lie about that?" yelled Lloyd. Popeye shrugged and stepped back. Asteroi took a look and gave the same verdict, but Lloyd's response was no different. "I can't mine like this! Take me to the base, and meet me when you're done."
So they took Lloyd back to the small Nether outpost they had set up when Azen was a Necromancer. Then they began mining. Eventually, they came into a cave with some Glowstone, and later on, a surprisingly small fortress from which they harvested Netherbrick. By this point, they had enough materials, and thought it might be best to turn back.
But then, Joka said "I've only got one pick left, and it's always best to have spare materials. Why don't we just mine a little bit more?"
Miguel responded, "You sure? We've been mining for a while, and it's not a good idea to get too deep into the Nether..."
"Oh, it'll be fine. We haven't hit anything yet, and no one has seen a demon in ages. It won't be a problem." said Jelly. Everyone agreed without much reluctance, and they continued on.
After a short time, they mined into a dark cavern. There was no Glowstone or lava, and the room wasn't even lit by the dim red luminescence of the Nether air. "I don't like this..." said Pieboy, and the others nodded. Suddenly, two pinpricks of red light appeared close to the party.
"Are those... eyes?" asked Matt. A swipe from a clublike fist that sent him reeling backwards confirmed his suspicions.
"Holy crap! Let's get out of here! It's a demon!" cried Popeye.
"And where there's one... there's more..." said Miguel, as more eyes appeared in the dark. They sprinted back down their mine towards the base with demons in hot pursuit.
They rushed into the base, and Asteroi slammed the door behind them. "I don't see Lloyd... but the hatch to the Netherwart farm is open..." said Joka, with suspicion in his voice. He, Jelly, and Miguel ascended the ladder into the farm.
"Lloyd! What the heck are you doing?!" shouted Jelly, while coughing on the noxious smoke coming from Lloyd's pipe. "I'm taking a bath... stupid..." replied the councilman. "Oh, you idiot! You tricked us, and now you're gonna get us killed! There's a horde of demons at the door, and we can't get to the stores to buy Redstone for recalls in time with you like this!" cried Joka. "Haha... that isn't a pleasant prognosis... ha..." replied Lloyd. Meanwhile, Miguel went downstairs to inform the others of the predicament. "Lloyd is stoned and we're gonna die!" he yelled in a sarcastically optimistic voice.
The door wouldn't hold much longer against the demons, and Lloyd was too high to move. Things looked quite bleak... It looked as though they would not see Konoha again...
"What'll we do?!" cried Jelly.
"Uh... die?" said Toruko. The group began to panic. The door was badly dented, and one of the hinges was already broken. Lloyd was in no shape to run to the shops in the central Nether fortress, and there was no spare redstone in the base. This would surely be the end.
Meanwhile, as the group in the Nether was sprinting towards the base, Azen was slowly walking over to a redstone shop, as he had just finished the business that had kept him from going to the Nether. He threw a few coins into the shop chest, and poured the redstone he then recieved into his pack. He stepped outside and began muttering the Recall incantation. As the redstone combusted and was consumed in his pack, and the resulting smoke swirled around him, the image of the shop morphed into that of Konoha.
As he sat down and waited for the familiar sensation of mana exhaustion to fade away, he became aware of a nagging feeling that something was very wrong. In an attempt to figure out where exactly this sensation was originating, he called out to Lloyd with his mind.
"Hello, you've reached Lloyd's mind! We're a tad TOTALLY SMASHED currently, so please leave a message at the tone..." A tone never came, but Azen was pretty sure that Lloyd's mind had just sent him an image of the color teal in hopes that he would hear it... Unsatisfied by Lloyd's response, Azen reached out to Miguel.
Before Azen even finished greeting Miguel, the Dreadknight blurted out (mentally, of course) "Azen! You've gotta Port us outta here! There's a horde of demons at the door and they'll be inside soon! We don't have any redstone and Lloyd is too high to survive the journey! Please, help!"
"Whoa! Okay, but I'm still recharging! It'll be about thirty seconds!" replied the Wizard, forgetting his ability of Regenerate in the heat of the moment.
Back in the Nether, Miguel shouted happily,"Azen's gonna Port us! We just gotta last thirty seconds!"
"I don't think the door can endure!" yelled PC.
"So we'll fight!" replied Matt. Thus, they huddled together and watched as, one by one, the rest of the hinges burst. When the door slammed down, they raised their weapons and prepared to fight.
Jelly decapitated the first monster and watched as its head rolled across the ground. But something was wrong... there was no fog and the ground was covered in green stuff... grass! Suddenly he realized that Azen had suceeded, and they had been brought back to the grounds of Konoha!
His face broke into a smile as he looked up at the sky. He lowered his sword and breathed a sigh of relief -- well, started to, but suddenly, he was on his back ten feet away from where he'd been standing with the wind knocked out of him and a terrifying scaly demon about to land on his face. If it were not for an arrow, courtesy of PC, slamming into the side of the monster, Jelly would've been in a load of trouble.
As it was, the demon wasn't nearly finished. Now it was focused on PC. The Ranger fired several arrows at the beast as it charged towards him, but the irate demon was unaffected. PC dodged to the side at the last second, but the hooded figure behind him did not. The monster stopped dead in its tracks... literally, its head pierced straight through by Joka's sword, courtesy of its own momentum. "Great... now my arm hurts something awful and there's still a hundred more of these things..." said the Ninja, as he gingerly removed his blade from the carcass.
Indeed, there were many more of the monsters. Before Azen even realized what was going on, one of them was swinging a clubbed tail at his face. He barely ducked, hearing the tail whistle through the spot where his head had been a second ago... and continue to whistle off into the distance after being severed from the rest of the monster who swung it via an axe slice from Miguel. The beast roared in agony, and gave Azen just enough time to use Regenerate. The demon lunged towards Miguel and was incinerated by Azen's Bolt, but not before delivering a nasty cut to the Dreadknight.
All over the grounds, the Konohans and demons battled. Lloyd, much less high because of the port, barely stopped a monster from emulcifying Asteroi, and the combined forces of Matt, Pieboy, and Toruko were seriously hurt while taking down the two beasts attacking Popeye.
No Konohan had yet been killed, but several had been injured, and there were many, many more demons. Also, no one had prepared for a major assault on the town... It didn't seem like they could fell many more brutes without being felled themselves.
Meanwhile, Naoticon was walking along the VPK on his way back to town. He had finished what he'd needed to do, and was ready to work on the walls some more. However, as he neared the entrance to the unfinished subway on the edge of town, he realized that his day would probably play out much differently than expected.
Not knowing what else to do, Nao ran to the Kage Residence and opened the gate. The preoccupied demons hardly noticed him. He called to his friends to get inside, so Azen delivered a massive Pulse, and the group, ran, blinked, and limped as fast as possible towards the building. As soon as they were in, Nao sealed it tightly shut. "Uh..." he began, but was cut off by Azen.
"Don't ask... we aren't even sure. Anyway, some of these guys need serious healing." Asteroi and Popeye got to work on fixing up the injured Konohans. "Alright," began Azen. "Our first priority is to figure out what we're dealing with, and then we need to make sure they can't get out of Konoha."Wait... what?!" asked Joka incredulously. "If they're stuck in here, they'll slaughter us! Those iron bars may be sturdy, but those demons are really strong!"
"We need to contain them because this is somehow our fault, and we can't release a horde of monsters out into the countryside. It'd be slaughter, and we'd be responsible. We have to trap them and somehow kill them off. They can't be allowed to escape." explained Azen. "Now, those of you who aren't yet fit to fight, go upstairs to the Council Room (yes... temporary access to you all), and look in the library for anything about demons. See if you can find out what we're up against. Asteroi, Popeye, go with them and heal them. They'll doubtlessly be needed to fight again. The rest of us must divide up into two groups. One group will stand behind the gate and taunt the demons to keep them distracted. The other will go out and quickly reinforce the parts of the walls that could be easily broken through. Demons aren't ever too smart, so only worry about the obvious escape routes. Okay? Good. Now, we must get to work."
As the healers and the injured ascended to the Council Room, the remaining people divided into groups. Joka, Jelly, and Lloyd would be reinforcing the walls, and Azen, Nao, and PC would be providing the distraction. As the distracting group ran wildly around behind the gate, Jelly pulled away a couple planks in the back of the room, and the builders stealthily passed through.
For possibly the only time that day, everything went according to plan. Thanks to Azen's spells, PC's arrows, and Nao's extravagant shouting, the demons never noticed Jelly forcing the town gates shut, or Joka's failure to stifle a groan as he slipped off of one of the smaller walls. Lloyd strolled casually to the South Wall right behind the horde, and was never paid any heed. When they were finished, the builders snuck back into the Kage Residence the way that they had come in. All was going well... for a time.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the researchers were making some disturbing discoveries. The demons in Konoha matched the description of a group called a Collective...
What could it mean?
The sky was a deep red as the sun slowly crept down beneath the horizon. The moon was rising on the other side of the sky. Construction would now end for the night. The ever-growing darkness had a tendency to conceal holes in the masonry, and a fall from the walls was certain death. Plus, a meeting had been called for that evening, so no one could be absent from the Kage Residence. Thus, all Konohans descended from the walls and headed to the large red building where all meetings took place.
As the Council members took to their seats in the meeting room, the other Konohans climbed up into the balcony and sat down in their much less lavish chairs. When everyone was present, Azen, Kage of Konoha, began the discussion.
"Good evening, all." he began. "I'd like to thank you all for your hard work on the walls; these recent raids haven't done much damage, but they've been wasting time. However, the walls are nearly done, so soon, these attackers will be even less than the mere pests they are."
"On a different note, there's another job we need to complete. We need to get some more materials from the Nether. We're low on Glowstone and Netherbrick, and they are necessary for some of the other projects we have and will have going on. Plus, some of you have been bothering me about going to the Nether to hone your skills... Thus, I'll need one of you to get a party together and purchase a Nether Port from a Necromancer tomorrow. I would lead the party, but I have business to attend to elsewhere. So... any volunteers?" he asked.
Didag said that he had to go to Dragongarde on banking duty, and Naoticon said that he was also busy. Kazbuto was away on an extended mission. Lloyd, however, responded, "I can lead the party. I've got nothing going on, and I've been wanting to go to the Nether."
"Good. Then it's settled." said Azen. "Now, I don't have much else of importance to say. Anyone else here need to speak?" Heads shook and murmurs of declination filled the room. "Well then," said Azen. "I hear some monsters outside, so if anyone would like to help me clear them out, I'd be happy to have the assistance." This time, there wasn't a person in the room who responded with a no, and everyone excitedly hurried downstairs to grab their weapons.
The next morning, Lloyd stepped out of his home and began calling for accompaniment to the Nether. He was the only councilman in the town currently, as the others had already left for their various errands. After a short time, Jellybutter, Miguel, Toruko, Asteroi, Pieboy, Matt, and Joka had all gathered in the town square with Lloyd. No one else appeared to be coming, so the councilman focused his mind on getting a port. Before long, he shouted, "Got one!", and the group huddled together in anticipation.
Before long, the world began to blur into purple swirls in the eyes of the party, as they were sucked down into the Nether. They arrived to the terrifying sounds of lava bubbling, killer pigs squealing, and various fireballs slamming into the sickly, crimson terrain of the Nether.
This would be a fun day.
The group stepped out of the structure they'd appeared in on to the blood red walkways of the central Nether fortress. "Alright, guys," said Lloyd, "We're here to get materials, kill some pigmen, and to have fun doing it! So don't die and don't smoke the Netherwart!" With that, the party descended from the fortress and began their trek into the Nether.
The first thing they wanted to do, of course, was clear away a bit of the monsters. Before long, there were bits of monster lying all over the ground. The Dreadknights Lloyd and Miguel hacked the heads off of pigs withe their axes, while Samurai Jelly cut through Magma Cubes like butter with lightning fast sword slashes. Joka backflipped into the air with a poisoned blade and inflicted massive damage on ghasts, with PC and the other bowmen causing extra pain to the floating jellyfish with their arrows. Meanwhile, Asteroi and Popeye provided constant medical support to the fighters, keeping them safe to destroy the monsters. They were all having a good time, discovering new techniques and putting them to use.
Suddenly, though, when there was but one pigman left out of the entire horde of monsters, Lloyd shouted, "Ow! Ow! My arm! Oh, the pain! It must be broken! Ow!" As Miguel decapitated the last monster, Popeye took a look at Lloyd's arm. "It seems fine... Are you sure you're hurt?" he asked. "Yes, of course! Why would I lie about that?" yelled Lloyd. Popeye shrugged and stepped back. Asteroi took a look and gave the same verdict, but Lloyd's response was no different. "I can't mine like this! Take me to the base, and meet me when you're done."
So they took Lloyd back to the small Nether outpost they had set up when Azen was a Necromancer. Then they began mining. Eventually, they came into a cave with some Glowstone, and later on, a surprisingly small fortress from which they harvested Netherbrick. By this point, they had enough materials, and thought it might be best to turn back.
But then, Joka said "I've only got one pick left, and it's always best to have spare materials. Why don't we just mine a little bit more?"
Miguel responded, "You sure? We've been mining for a while, and it's not a good idea to get too deep into the Nether..."
"Oh, it'll be fine. We haven't hit anything yet, and no one has seen a demon in ages. It won't be a problem." said Jelly. Everyone agreed without much reluctance, and they continued on.
After a short time, they mined into a dark cavern. There was no Glowstone or lava, and the room wasn't even lit by the dim red luminescence of the Nether air. "I don't like this..." said Pieboy, and the others nodded. Suddenly, two pinpricks of red light appeared close to the party.
"Are those... eyes?" asked Matt. A swipe from a clublike fist that sent him reeling backwards confirmed his suspicions.
"Holy crap! Let's get out of here! It's a demon!" cried Popeye.
"And where there's one... there's more..." said Miguel, as more eyes appeared in the dark. They sprinted back down their mine towards the base with demons in hot pursuit.
They rushed into the base, and Asteroi slammed the door behind them. "I don't see Lloyd... but the hatch to the Netherwart farm is open..." said Joka, with suspicion in his voice. He, Jelly, and Miguel ascended the ladder into the farm.
"Lloyd! What the heck are you doing?!" shouted Jelly, while coughing on the noxious smoke coming from Lloyd's pipe. "I'm taking a bath... stupid..." replied the councilman. "Oh, you idiot! You tricked us, and now you're gonna get us killed! There's a horde of demons at the door, and we can't get to the stores to buy Redstone for recalls in time with you like this!" cried Joka. "Haha... that isn't a pleasant prognosis... ha..." replied Lloyd. Meanwhile, Miguel went downstairs to inform the others of the predicament. "Lloyd is stoned and we're gonna die!" he yelled in a sarcastically optimistic voice.
The door wouldn't hold much longer against the demons, and Lloyd was too high to move. Things looked quite bleak... It looked as though they would not see Konoha again...
"What'll we do?!" cried Jelly.
"Uh... die?" said Toruko. The group began to panic. The door was badly dented, and one of the hinges was already broken. Lloyd was in no shape to run to the shops in the central Nether fortress, and there was no spare redstone in the base. This would surely be the end.
Meanwhile, as the group in the Nether was sprinting towards the base, Azen was slowly walking over to a redstone shop, as he had just finished the business that had kept him from going to the Nether. He threw a few coins into the shop chest, and poured the redstone he then recieved into his pack. He stepped outside and began muttering the Recall incantation. As the redstone combusted and was consumed in his pack, and the resulting smoke swirled around him, the image of the shop morphed into that of Konoha.
As he sat down and waited for the familiar sensation of mana exhaustion to fade away, he became aware of a nagging feeling that something was very wrong. In an attempt to figure out where exactly this sensation was originating, he called out to Lloyd with his mind.
"Hello, you've reached Lloyd's mind! We're a tad TOTALLY SMASHED currently, so please leave a message at the tone..." A tone never came, but Azen was pretty sure that Lloyd's mind had just sent him an image of the color teal in hopes that he would hear it... Unsatisfied by Lloyd's response, Azen reached out to Miguel.
Before Azen even finished greeting Miguel, the Dreadknight blurted out (mentally, of course) "Azen! You've gotta Port us outta here! There's a horde of demons at the door and they'll be inside soon! We don't have any redstone and Lloyd is too high to survive the journey! Please, help!"
"Whoa! Okay, but I'm still recharging! It'll be about thirty seconds!" replied the Wizard, forgetting his ability of Regenerate in the heat of the moment.
Back in the Nether, Miguel shouted happily,"Azen's gonna Port us! We just gotta last thirty seconds!"
"I don't think the door can endure!" yelled PC.
"So we'll fight!" replied Matt. Thus, they huddled together and watched as, one by one, the rest of the hinges burst. When the door slammed down, they raised their weapons and prepared to fight.
Jelly decapitated the first monster and watched as its head rolled across the ground. But something was wrong... there was no fog and the ground was covered in green stuff... grass! Suddenly he realized that Azen had suceeded, and they had been brought back to the grounds of Konoha!
His face broke into a smile as he looked up at the sky. He lowered his sword and breathed a sigh of relief -- well, started to, but suddenly, he was on his back ten feet away from where he'd been standing with the wind knocked out of him and a terrifying scaly demon about to land on his face. If it were not for an arrow, courtesy of PC, slamming into the side of the monster, Jelly would've been in a load of trouble.
As it was, the demon wasn't nearly finished. Now it was focused on PC. The Ranger fired several arrows at the beast as it charged towards him, but the irate demon was unaffected. PC dodged to the side at the last second, but the hooded figure behind him did not. The monster stopped dead in its tracks... literally, its head pierced straight through by Joka's sword, courtesy of its own momentum. "Great... now my arm hurts something awful and there's still a hundred more of these things..." said the Ninja, as he gingerly removed his blade from the carcass.
Indeed, there were many more of the monsters. Before Azen even realized what was going on, one of them was swinging a clubbed tail at his face. He barely ducked, hearing the tail whistle through the spot where his head had been a second ago... and continue to whistle off into the distance after being severed from the rest of the monster who swung it via an axe slice from Miguel. The beast roared in agony, and gave Azen just enough time to use Regenerate. The demon lunged towards Miguel and was incinerated by Azen's Bolt, but not before delivering a nasty cut to the Dreadknight.
All over the grounds, the Konohans and demons battled. Lloyd, much less high because of the port, barely stopped a monster from emulcifying Asteroi, and the combined forces of Matt, Pieboy, and Toruko were seriously hurt while taking down the two beasts attacking Popeye.
No Konohan had yet been killed, but several had been injured, and there were many, many more demons. Also, no one had prepared for a major assault on the town... It didn't seem like they could fell many more brutes without being felled themselves.
Meanwhile, Naoticon was walking along the VPK on his way back to town. He had finished what he'd needed to do, and was ready to work on the walls some more. However, as he neared the entrance to the unfinished subway on the edge of town, he realized that his day would probably play out much differently than expected.
Not knowing what else to do, Nao ran to the Kage Residence and opened the gate. The preoccupied demons hardly noticed him. He called to his friends to get inside, so Azen delivered a massive Pulse, and the group, ran, blinked, and limped as fast as possible towards the building. As soon as they were in, Nao sealed it tightly shut. "Uh..." he began, but was cut off by Azen.
"Don't ask... we aren't even sure. Anyway, some of these guys need serious healing." Asteroi and Popeye got to work on fixing up the injured Konohans. "Alright," began Azen. "Our first priority is to figure out what we're dealing with, and then we need to make sure they can't get out of Konoha."Wait... what?!" asked Joka incredulously. "If they're stuck in here, they'll slaughter us! Those iron bars may be sturdy, but those demons are really strong!"
"We need to contain them because this is somehow our fault, and we can't release a horde of monsters out into the countryside. It'd be slaughter, and we'd be responsible. We have to trap them and somehow kill them off. They can't be allowed to escape." explained Azen. "Now, those of you who aren't yet fit to fight, go upstairs to the Council Room (yes... temporary access to you all), and look in the library for anything about demons. See if you can find out what we're up against. Asteroi, Popeye, go with them and heal them. They'll doubtlessly be needed to fight again. The rest of us must divide up into two groups. One group will stand behind the gate and taunt the demons to keep them distracted. The other will go out and quickly reinforce the parts of the walls that could be easily broken through. Demons aren't ever too smart, so only worry about the obvious escape routes. Okay? Good. Now, we must get to work."
As the healers and the injured ascended to the Council Room, the remaining people divided into groups. Joka, Jelly, and Lloyd would be reinforcing the walls, and Azen, Nao, and PC would be providing the distraction. As the distracting group ran wildly around behind the gate, Jelly pulled away a couple planks in the back of the room, and the builders stealthily passed through.
For possibly the only time that day, everything went according to plan. Thanks to Azen's spells, PC's arrows, and Nao's extravagant shouting, the demons never noticed Jelly forcing the town gates shut, or Joka's failure to stifle a groan as he slipped off of one of the smaller walls. Lloyd strolled casually to the South Wall right behind the horde, and was never paid any heed. When they were finished, the builders snuck back into the Kage Residence the way that they had come in. All was going well... for a time.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the researchers were making some disturbing discoveries. The demons in Konoha matched the description of a group called a Collective...
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What they could read did not bother them much. In fact, it relieved them a bit. Something such as this must not be too difficult to defeat after all. However, the four words they could make out in the scratchings below the excerpt disturbed them deeply.What could it mean?
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