Thread: Mysllor RP -- Into the Territory

I have been feeling very “watched” lately. I don’t know if it is paranoia or what. But I have been hearing unusual things in the bushes. “Hey Benetio you feeling alright,” questioned Bryce. “No not really,” I said glumly, “I have been feeling weird. I think that maybe I should check on something. Sigh I’m going to search around. Tell Lilia but not Jericho I think he would convince me not to go. But if he asks tell him, I don’t want you to lie. I'll be back by dawn at the latest.” “Okay,” Bryce whispered, "but I don’t think it is a good idea.”

I disappeared into the bushed and started searching around when I heard a noise behind me and I turned around just to be greeted by the blunt end of some object. I fall to the ground and scream, “Help! ” but I fear no one hears me. I fade into unconsciousness. I wake up in the middle of the night not knowing what time it is. I fall back to sleep not being able to stay awake.
Day 2
I wake up again and I see light. I have a conscious thought, “Where am I!"

Day 1
It did not take long for the coat, gained after a very brief stint in the army, to come off. It revealed a flat square structure, the power source for EMNA - or, as I prefer to call it, "Emmy". I simply put the staff through the sleeves and carried it like a vagabond.

Being the main technology guru for the group is actually somewhat enjoyable. Freakin' optomist, what everyone calls me. But why get upset? Life is too short...

And for the most part, the group is a decent bunch. Jericho is the obvious leader; Bryce, our best brawns-over-brains dude; Lilia, probably the most approachable person here; and Benetio - probably a good person, but I haven't seen him in forever.

Everyone has some form of keeping themselves warm for the night. We keep around the campfire, almost in a star formation. On my left is Bryce, sound asleep. Lilia also rests for the night, although somewhat less comfortable. I can't see Jericho, because of the fire. Ah well. I roll onto my right side, my most comfortable sleeping posture, and close my eyes. Mysllorian desert creatures, breathing of my comrades, and the soft, cool winds all manage to soothe me. That boar tasted pretty darn good. I keep my staff in arm's reach, and drift off into a deep sleep...

Day 2
A couple others were already awake when my eyes opened, interrupted by the sun. Slightly started, I grip my staff and then realize nothing bad was happening. Just breakfast.

Journal Day Two
Today d'Rangon failed to return to camp. Also, Iridani came back reporting unusually high electrical activity from back the way we came. I decided that we would backtrack the way we came in two parties. Me with Lilia, Dex with Bryce. We were to return to camp in no less than two days. We each had set checkpoints so if one group failed to return, the other would know how to go after them. It is as well organized as I can make it, but this damned desert is terribly unpredictable. Here's hoping we at least come out with our bodies in tact and, Tahn willing, our minds as well.

It's hotter than yesterday. Nearly one hundred fifty degrees. At that sort of heat there's only so much magik can do for a long time. Accenians fair better in the cold. And these humans are so frail it's hard to believe they can survive anywhere. But Lilia seems to be doing fine, as long as I keep conjuring up water for her.

It's been at least three hours since our departure. We've seen no signs of any life, save a snake or two. We both were getting agitated by everything around us. It's funny what heat can do to a person. I could tell by her face she was thinking about someone. Benetio. I mean we were all thinking about Benetio, but I could read a distinct emotion from her. Fear. She seemed to be very worried.

"So you and this d'Rangon knew each other before the mission?"
"Um, yes."
"Were you close?" I asked, trying to certify my own deductions.
"I guess you could say we were. Why all the questions?"
"Just making what you would call 'small talk'. It's supposed to be calming, correct?"
"Yea. Sure. Would you mind though, I'm just trying to clear my head right now. Sorry" She walked further ahead, no doubt try to evade my admittedly prying questions.

I thought I'd leave it at that for now. When we find Benetio everyone will have a little less weight on their shoulders. And we can all get back to thinking about those electrical signs. What could be making such signs in this barren world? Heh, maybe someone was following us after all. But wait; What if we were being followed?

"Lilia."
"Ugh, yea? What do want know?"
"I know you're scared. We're all scared. But you need to pull yourself together if we're to find d'Rangon."
"And how do you plan to do that? So far all we've seen is a mountain, three cacti, and endless dunes. I don't think I'd call that progress"
"I trust you have some sort of communications device."
"Yea, here." She pulled out a small mechanism from her rucksack. It had no signal, of course, outside of the Realms. But that's not what we needed it for. "What do have in mind?"
"How long would it take you to reconfigure it to pick up electrical signals like the ones Iridani detected?"
"I don't know, maybe a few minutes. Why?"
"Because those may just lead us to d'Rangon"

Day 2
Fire and water. That's how me and Bryce are. But hey, he can be the muscles. I got the smarts. We have what the other lacks. No common weak point that can be exploited by a clever opponent.

The two of us walk in the desert, not even a horse with no name to help us. Our last checkpoint was just a few minutes ago. Bryce did a good job of smashing that cactus and then forming the bits into an arrow pointing in our direction.

Our mission was supposed to be find out why everything's gone wacko, but instead we're looking for clues to find Benetio. Yet in this wasteland, even a Myllsorian sandfish doesn't show up without good reason.

Plunk. My foot takes another step in the sand. Those dunes are killers, but thankfully we've passed those for now. I cover my head with my coat, so as not to get sunburned in the heat. It doesn't stop me from sweating profusely, though. Bryce is marginally better off. At least he's used to the planet's atmosphere, which is dryer and has stonger gravity - 1.29 times the strength of Earth gravity, to be precise. One does well to do research before going off into alternate dimensions.

"Finished" Lilia exclaimed as she put the casing of the device back together.
"Now can it pick anything up?"
"Not much, but there's something going on to the north."
"Well then to the north it is!"
"Are you sure? We had all assumed he would be to the east. If we go this way Bryce and Dex won't know where to find us."
She made a good point, but there was just too much riding on it to not take our best lead. "Well then we better get back on time, huh?"

We walked for about another forty-five minutes. I could completely understand now what Benetio must have felt. It was some force, beckoning us towards is. Eventually we came to a cavern. This cavern must have been ancient, because there'd been no water in this place for millions of years. Unless, of course, it was man made.
We had no choice but to carry on, so we entered the cave. There was a foul aroma in the air. I recognized it from somewhere. But there was an even more strange attribute of this cavern. It was humid. It was in the middle of the largest desert of this solar system, and it was humid. There was no doubt any more, someone had created this place. And I for one was less than excited to find out who.
Eventually we came to a fork in the cave. We had to split up. She took the right side, I took the left. If I found nothing I was to quickly get to her. If she was to find nothing, she was to swiftly return to camp. I was far more experienced in fighting than her, and I sensed a powerful magik in the air. I wan't sure exactly what it was, but I knew that she was unprepared to take it on alone. And maybe I was too, but I wasn't about to take her down with me.


I went down into the tunnel, deeper and deeper, until the only light was a slight glow I was emitting from my palms. I eventually came to a much larger chamber. It was a good ten feet or so lower than the entrance, possibly to keep people from getting out. There was water. A small deep pool. I looked down and saw Benetio lying unconscious, no doubt having slipped on wet rocks after jumping. I carefully climbed down into the chamber and tried to wake him. But just as I did, the water started pulsing with electricity, and a shadowy figure emerged from its depths. I now knew where that familiar sulfuric stench was coming from. And that immense power. Dressed in chain mail, carrying twin blades. It was him. And we'd met before, in Kona's castle.

"You..." Was all I could utter.

Bryce and I continue to walk in an eastwardly direction - which is strange, since here the sun rises from the north. After some time, we find a rock formation with some shade and decide that we need a break.

As we sit there, drinking whatever water we still have, I decide to make sure that we're still going in the proper direction. With the slopes and whatnot, it's possible that we could have deviated from our course by a few degrees, but all of this walking could exaggerate an error. For precision, I hit a switch on Emmy's power source and feel the familiar rush of energy intensifies just above my skin. Bryce fails to stifle a laugh as my hair stands on end.

"Can it, Bryce," I say. "People say this makes me look more intimidating." I sigh, then add, "Although I admit that only works if you're on Dragonball Z."

Bryce stares at me, clueless to my reference.

I shake my head. "Nevermind." I switch on the device which tracked the odd readings the first time. A rectangular item with a circular LED. I expected the sensor blip to be at the top of the circle, or near it, but instead... "Crap! Bryce, we're at least thirty degrees in the wrong direction!" I point in a direction to our left, a sort of northeast.

But it doesn't make sense. Even when Emmy was on minimal power, it was still enough that I could sense our direction relative to Myllsor's magnetic poles. Unless it changed...?

We spend a little while in the shade of the formation. I demonstrate to him one of my neat little tricks by making the staff remain standing, not even slightly wobbling, a good six inches over my hand. But too quickly our rest is over and we're back on our feet.

Drexen's Report-- Entry 1

Hunting is too easy. I used to enjoy it, but all the challenge is gone. The repulsive creatures that wander aimlessly through the desert, my desert, are too stupid. They hold a false sense of importance, a sense of misguided duty to the planet.

I cannot kill them yet. I must separate them, plant mistrust in their hearts, turn them against each other. I have already easily defeated a member of their group, a human. Hiding him buys me time, it makes the others search for him. But in all honesty, I hope the desert claims him before they find him. Perhaps it will discourage the others.


I have been training, hunting, killing. Leaving subtle hints for the rejects to find. I enjoy this, watching them plod through an unfamiliar territory, especially at night. Sometimes I come within 100 feet of there camp, only to retreat when they hear a sound.

As I watch this Accenian standing before me in shock, I cannot help but be amused. And angered. I can see the fear on his face. I bare my teeth as I let out a low snarl.

I immediately drew my shield from thin air and set it to stage three, maximum. I quickly woke up Benetio and informed him of what was going on. I then told him to hold his breathe as I started to burn my tunic. Eventually the smoke was enough to fill the entire shield. At this point I reverted to stage one. Just as I had told him to, d'Rangon got up into the tunnel and escaped. I followed him up and set the shield to stage two. By the time the smoke had cleared, my shield was effectively blocking the pathway and Benetio was on his way to find Lilia.

After his patient waiting, Drexen finally felt it was a good time to strike. He sent an electrical pulse at the shield, which was sent back at him. He dodged and did nothing further. He waited and attempted to pry into my mind. It took some of my strongest meditation to overcome his endeavors.

After an hour had passed I donned my armor and the Sun Blade. I then dispelled my shield and charged him. Using a small contraption I had added to my boots years earlier, I had enough thrust to hover about three feet high. Or to strike three times faster. His katanas met the blunt side of my blade and he was forced far backwards. He came at me with a stab/block motion and I leaped into the water.

I saw bones. I saw clothes. This must be where he killed and cooked, every couple of centuries having a feast of humans. It was a mortifying thought, but there was no time to so much as ponder it right now. I dove deep enough to be out of sight and pulled out my shield in stage three. It formed a capsule around me, completely sealed off from the rest of the water. Just as I had guessed, Drexen caused the water to boil. But after about five minutes of planning how to go about the rest of this encounter, I could not hold my breathe any longer and forced my shield to surface. once I was out of the water it disappeared and I hacked in Drexen's direction with the energy half of my blade...

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I will allow Saturos to finish up this scene, as his character is a part.

My target burst through the water, his sword crackling with energy. I hissed as I recoiled, momentarily blinded. He quickly struck at my head, and I instinctively raised my arm to deflect it.

"AAAARGH!" I bellowed as his sword sliced my arm. I could feel the burning cut on my arm, which was good. It hadn't been severed. Yet I knew that I could not keep fighting in my current condition. I swung my leg up in a kick that grazed the Accenian's jaw, and he stumbled back, dazed. I quickly backed into the shadows, cradling my arm, spread my wings, and leaped into the air. I flew to a hidden opening in the ceiling of the cave and made my escape.


I landed several miles away, and spat on the ground. I had to let my arm heal before I engaged the enemy again. A fierce anger was building up inside of me. Anger at the enemy, and at the fact that I could not fight. But logic told me that I did the right thing by retreating.

"I will have my revenge," I muttered softly to myself. "And when that day comes, it will be a day for all to remember."

sorry about late post this is supposed to be for day 2

I woke up to the sound of Jericho screaming my name to wake me. He then explained what was going on. Then he told me to hold my breath. “Run in that direction and meet up with Lilia and don’t come back here!,” Jericho exclaimed. So I obeyed him and started running and I didn’t look back then I saw Lilia and I could see the delight in her eyes that I was okay. We hugged then I explained that we needed to get out of here. So we both started running outward to meet the others.

Journal Day Three
I have been unconscious for a long time. By the stars though I can tell I was only out for the night. There is no sign of that damned Relx anywhere around here. I can do nothing but find my way back to camp to find out more. Until then I am still in the dark.

As I made my way back to camp by the light of the moons, guided by the north star, I heard nothing but the wild. The sands had stopped. The sun was no longer pounding. The only thing I could focus on was the soft impact of many hooves on the desert ground. It was a group of Desert Steeds, or what the Humans fondly referred to as "Alien Camels." I can't say I know the origin of their reference, but I did know that in my condition any alternate form of transportation was a Tahn-send.

I sneaked up on them and straddled myself upon one of the stragglers. I was able, on a minimal level, to influence animals. I put my hand on its head, thought strong thoughts, and kicked it into a steady trot. It obeyed.

When I finally got to camp about an hour later, it was a grizzly sight. Every thing had been destroyed. Benetio and Lilia were there. Bryce and Dex were not.

"They have them." said a crestfallen Lilia. d'Rangon handed me a note that had been left at the camp when they got there, then went back to comforting her.

The note read:

You have messed with the fundamental laws of nature
You Greys
But the great atonement is coming
Soon there will be no more of you Greys
The Humans will be victorious
If you try to stop what must happen, there will also be no more Bryce Sage or Dex Iridani
Leave the Territory
Never Come back
Or the two will meet a very unfortunate fate
And so shall you

Day 3
With Emmy at full power, every hair on my body stands on end. I shake out of anger and frustration, charging my staff so much it has small arcs of lightning jumping off the sword-edge tip. I give a primal yell and run to the entrance to this cubby in the cave.

I bring the sword-edge down from over my head with all of my strength, hoping to smash through the wall of magic that locks me in. But it's like trying to hit a steel wall with sturdy plastic. The force of the impact causes me to reel back and fall to the ground, my staff flying off to the side.

One of the Deviants sighs, irate. "Give it a break."

I shake my head and stand up again. How the heck did this happen? I wonder to myself. One minute we were walking, the next moment -

(Flashback)
"Bryce, we got company!" I shouted as the bullet missed my head by a centimeter. We both turned around and saw three figures, too unexpected to be lost wanderers or natives, rushing towards us. Instinctively I put Emmy's power to maximum and began charging my rod.

One of them aimed a gun at me and fired. I swung my staff in front of me at the right moment and the metallic bullet was sent off course. Bryce and I began charging them, both of us equipped with staffs to do our specialties. I went for the female.

She lunged at me, ready for a fist-to-staff battle. Her fist comes to my face, but I manage to move out of the way in time. While knelt, I swing the blunt bottom of the staff at her legs, but she jumps and throws a kick at me, which grazes my nose. I leap back and release a held breath. I'm not one to hit ladies, but this one has just made an enemy.

Back in present time, Bryce makes an attempt at the magic wall stopping him. No success.

Pardon the late post

Day 1:
Smashing is fun. I like smashing. Ever since I was a little boy, crushing, stomping, and maiming have come naturally to me. Killing the boar was great fun. I love the feeling of bones giving way beneath my power. I often hunt with my staff, but today, I wanted to go with only my bare hands. The boar was feisty, but I killed the bastard, no problem.
I'm not sure the others of the group enjoy smashing quite the way I do. In fact, I think it sort of irritates them. Hunh. Their loss.

d'Rangon wandered off, the dumbass. What's his problem? He's threatening to jeopardize our mission. Probably going to have to go search for him in the morning...


Day 2:
Dex is turning out to be a pretty okay dude. He let me smash the crapola out of a cactus, which was fun. We haven't been seeing much in the desert, save for the occasional snake. I usually kill one or two for dinner...the meat is actually very good. It is white and flaky, and when you season it properly...bliss. Food is another passion of mine. By no means am I a connoisseur, but I know my way around a kitchen.

Now I'm a little bit pissed. Turns out we've been going about 30 degrees in the wrong direction. That means more sand and more godawful heat. Someone kill me, please. At least let me beat the crap out of something...anything at all.

Ah, okay, I admit, Dex's staff trick is pretty cool. I'm going to have to show him my demon trick sometime, but not just yet. I must conserve strength...I have a bad feeling of what's to come.

Day 1:
I'm a unique peron, I always have been. See, I have a type of telekinese, well, two types actually. I can turn myself and objects around me invisible, which has helped me with survival for many years. My power to move objects with my mind has helped me very much more, however. My name is Muret, Muret LeFroid. I am from the Technology Realm, and use only technology and brains (bar my psychokinises) in fights. So far I have developed a Ray Gun that I call the Cobain26-16 and I portable Tesla Coil. I would create more weapons and possibly a shield, but I haven't come across a town with that sort of shop in years. I might as well tell you my story, I suppose....

When I was a child, about 10 or 11, my mother desperately wanted me to go to a private school, but I hated private schools. Eventually, she just enrolled me in the school. She never told me, one morning she just brought me to the school and said,
"You go to this school now." She had a smug, devious, hateful grin on her face when she said that. I can clearly remember the silent rage building inside me (I have always been a man of little emotion that shows on the outside). So that very night, I packed up many clothes, my laptop, a few things to take apart for scrap, screwdrivers, other tools, a couple of non-perishables, my pocket knife, and some other essentials. I turned the bag, it's contents, and myself invisible, and simply walked out.

Since then I've lived my life as a robber, I simply stole the supplies I needed (using my powers). I walked throughout Technology Realm for a long, long time. Until I met the Unknown Soldiers. They took me into their group, they gave me food and a place to sleep. They sent me on many crime sprees. But one day, I realized that they were just using me for my powers, so I left. Me and two others, Raine "Haze" and Rohan. These two are both from Deviants, also. They would become no more than tools to me.
Now, I wander. I am fully aware that the Unknown Soldiers are looking for us, that they want to kill us, but I know that they won't find us, as we traveled to the realm between realms, Mysllor.

Day 2:
I've found a place worth robbing, they have plenty of electronics that will give me plenty of scrap and are stocked with food. Tonight, I'll make my way in. (The tools never come on robbings).
That Night:
I woke up just before dusk, I hurried to spy (invisibly) on the shop. As soon as the shopkeeper closed up and was out of sight, I made my move. I turned invisible and rushed up to the door. I imagined myself projecting waves of thought at the lock on the other side, then, I heard a click. I turned the handle and, sure enough, it opened. I started with the electronics, a small toaster, a computer monitor, even a hand-gun‼ It was heaven‼ I grabbed those three and a few more then moved onto the food. Bread, fruit, the ususual. I took all of it, stuffing it into a bag I had found on a previous robbery. I then ran from the city, almost forgetting to take the tools with me. I could run for long distances, the others were average, I could mostly because, if I got tired, I could just lift myself off the ground with my mind and head on that way (although running was much, much more efficient). Eventually, I came across a large desert. I ran (and floated) in about three quarters (eventually getting a bit farther than the tools) of the way then decided it was safe. I then came upon two stragglers. They both noticed me immediatly, I raised my new gun and fired, one of them shouted, "Brice, we have company‼" As the bullet wizzed past him. The tools then caught up. We started running towards the two. One of them charges toward Haze and the other went for me. I automatically sent a wave of thought toward him, as I had no sheild or armor, and he had both and a raised staff. He fell backwards and time seemed to stop,

My thoughts were as fast as ever, but real time went slowly.
I looked toward Haze as she slowly jumped and kicked the challenger. Man, I never knew she could fight, but she is merely a tool....
Then, as I got ahold of what my power had just done, "That was new‼" I realized. I then thought, "Could I make a forcefield??" The guy, "Bryce" slowly got up, speed slowly increasing, time went back to normal speed.

I imagined myself projecting thought at the area around Bryce, creating an invisible corral. He hit something, I realized it had wrked, but kept focus. I imagined the corral getting slowly smaller until he couldn't move, and sure enough, he started squirming. I then moved it over near the other man and included him. They were both squirming and what-not. I decided to stop focusing but try to keep them sustained. I slowly stpped imagining and, strangely, they stayed sustained‼ I went thrughout their campground, throwing everything all around looking for something good, but found nothing. "Man, what's wrong with these people?? Why don't they have anything?!" I thought.

Day 3:
We had brought them to a cave in a mountain we had passed earlier. I had put forcefields up on both of their sections. I was gurading the so-far un-named one of the two. He charged up to my forcefield (looking oddly like he belonged in Dragonball Z) and struck it with his staff. I felt a jolt of electricity, "Weird." I thought. But, retaining my tough nature, simply said, "Give it a break." He yelled at me, "I'll get out of here you stupid Deviant‼"
But the day was not yet over.

Day 3 Continued
I sit on the large rock with a flat top, the closest approximation to a chair in this cursed cave, my staff at my feet, my hands brought together. I'm trying to concentrate on what happened and what's going on.

It's nighttime now. We need to start heading back tomorrow, or else the others will begin to worry where we are. We've had enough of searching for lost comrades. I don't need to become the next straggler.

One of them caged us without moving a muscle. It couldn't have been the woman. Unless she had some serious skills.

I get up off the rock and approach the magic wall, toting my staff. I put my hand on it. It's like a glass window, only stronger. I tap it with my staff. A glass window made out of depleted uranium or something comparably dense.

Suddenly, something rips the staff from my hand and causes it to fly to the back of the chamber. The one guarding me chuckles and walks over to a chair. I take inventory of what he has. A laptop, a ray gun, a normal handgun. Both of them have handguns. Neither of which are likely to pose a major threat unless it's from point blank range and Emmy's on low. The ray gun... I've never seen anything like it. What does it fire? Lasers? Particles? If it's particles, those will also be deflected by the EM field. And then the laptop. What good would having that do? Although.

I start pacing back and forth from the magic wall to the side of the crevice. While my back is away from the captors, I discreetly act like I have an itch, while actually I press a few buttons on Emmy.

Day Three Continued:
I've been guarding this cave for a couple hours or so now. I've entertained myself by screwing with the prisoner (pulling his staff from his hands and what not). He keeps muttering about some "Emmy" and "Particles" and what not.... I try to notice everything about him, in case my powers become unsufficient (although it's a total myth that if you're tired your powers won't work) he turns his back and starts pretendingEventually I start to work on building a sheild, I need it anyway. First, I scrap the toaster and take the thin metal covering off. I place it in a small hole I dug as a makeshift mold and aim the ray-gun at it. "PEEWWW‼" The prisoner jumped up, I laughed rather loudly at that. The toaster parts melted into the shape of the hold (curved outwards) I knew that wouldn't be enough, so I started putting parts from the computer together (electronics was something they taught me at the Unknown Soldiers) to make the shield more powerful. I then took the excess screws from the toaster and used them to put the part on the shield.

An hour later, the metal had finished cooling. I picked it up and tested out the electronics system. I pushed the "On" button and the screen flickered to life. I turned the notch and the numbers went up. I placed it on Zero and dragged my finger along, it scratched under me. I placed it on five and touched it again, nothing. I turned it up until it wouldn't go anymore, it went to ten. I attempted to tap on the forcefield, but my hand went through it, "Oh, cool." I thought. I stepped in with the shield, the prisoner asked, "What do you want, asshole??" "I wouldn't push my luck if I were you." I replied. "I need you to test this." Use Emmyto strike it.
Time slowed again.

I saw a look of surprise come across the man's face, "How had I known that?? I wondered. "Wait‼ This happened before, what is this?? Is it.... a new power?? Can I controll it??" I tried to speed up time, sure enough, it did.

"How did you know I called my staff Emmy??" He asked, "I.... Uhmmm, I heard you muttering about it...." "Well, okay." His hair stood on end as he pushed a button on the staff, he rushed toward me and struck the shield. I literally saw his arms vibrate up to the shoulder as he jumped backwards. "So it works...." I said grimly, and stepped out of the cave. He just stood there looking shocked. For the rest of the day I pondered my newest ability, I could slow down or speed up time.

Day 3:
Goddamn, what just happened? I was walking along, all chill-like with Dex, when we get jumped by this crack-squad of goons and taken prisoner. Then they seal us in these reinforced cage-things, which totally suck, by the way. Not even my brute strength can find any sort of weakness in the design. There is one guard, armed with a ray gun thingy and a computer, and not much else. My armor can handle a hand gun, no problem, so that isn't an issue. My guess is that the laptop controls the cages somehow...

...thinking is a last-resort measure for me, I'll admit. I only do it when brute strength fails me, but I'm actually quite good at it in a pinch. Luckily, the warden made the grave mistake of leaving me with my staff...a mistake he shall not soon forget. I'm guessing Dex has come up with a plan by now, or at least has one pretty well developed. We're in separate cells, and we're totally isolated. I'm going to give him a bit more time, but then he's going to bear witness to my demon trick...a display he shall not soon forget.

Several hours have passed. The guard is distracted by something on his laptop. Now is my chance. I will tap the staff upon the floor. The unique magic that comes from it should slide right through the cell, reinforced or not. From there, a pentagram will spread across the floor. Then it's show time.

Well, crap. New developments have arisen. The dude guarding us disassembled the laptop and made some sort of uber-shield. Bastard. He even had the balls to make Dex test it out. Yeah, and then he does this time-warpy thing and makes Dex move all slow-like, then get really speedy. I don't like this guy...at all. It seems either I'm not affected by the warp, or else he wasn't aiming it at me. Perhaps I, too, have certain time-controlling powers? It is in my people's history that a select few can harness the powers of darkness to bend time to one's will...am I a chosen one? One way to find out...practice.

Unfortunately, since the guy has a super-shield and a ray gun, plus PSI or some crap, I'm going to have to ice my demon plan a bit longer...

Day 3
We just detected another electrical phenomenon for a barren wasteland. I've come to the conclusion that Drexel must have been setting off a similar one to draw us near. But this one obviously was unaware that we were able to detect it, as it was amplifying the signal massively. Benetio and Lilia both came with me. We were not going to get separated again.


We were all in our positions. We all had communication devices, including Dex who was using Emmy to pick up and send signals. This assault was not going to be haphazard. I finally had control over the situation. Now my military experience was about to pay off. Fully geared with armor and stage two shield. I gave the go signal to Dex and he shut off the laptop of the Deviant. He then created a ghost feeling in the room. I waited for Dex's analysis. He said the guard was becoming slightly spooked. I then instructed him to throw the laptop at the wall opposite the cave entrance. While the guard was distracted, I moved in silently. I stood right in front of the reinforced wall and went into stage three of the shield. The guard looked back and stood speechless for what seemed like hours. Eventually, he went for his gun, but right before he pulled the trigger, I dispelled the shield and the laser went right past me and shattered the wall. I then brought the shield back at stage one and hit the man across the face. He went out cold.

All four of us then went to free Bryce. The guard didn't stand a chance. 'Rohan', as she called herself, went down on her knees and put her hands behind her head. She was smart. She let down the force field sustaining the wall and we let her stay conscious. All five of us then headed off to a newly relocated camp base.

*omniscient* But the little deviant turned right around and put a tracking device on Bryce's staff the second our backs were turned.

Day 3 Continued
We run, and I silently bask in the accomplishment we had done. My little trick worked like a charm. Electromagnetic pulses are able to fry just about any electronic device. That little "itch" I had was really setting Emmy for such a technique. Then keeping the field high for a spooking, and finally swinging a field to repel the laptop - haha! Although it's a crying shame the laptop was killed. I have a soft spot for Ubuntu machines.

It takes hours before we get to the camp, ironically situated in another cave.

Day 3, continued

The others saved our asses, at long last. I was almost saddened by this, though. I had hatched quite an escape plan...and yes, it involved smashing...a lot of smashing. But we are free, and this is all that matters. In addition, my imprisonment may have led to the discovery of a new power of mine: temporal manipulation. I have a feeling this power may come in handy...I will need practice, though. I will have to learn to channel the dark spirits in an all new way. Tomorrow I will begin training...tonight, I will eat and sleep like never before.

Gomenasai ごめんなさい。 Double post, I know.

Day 4: Woke up early to avoid disturbing the others, and also to get a jump on my training. I crept out of camp a ways to gain a bit of privacy. Gripping my staff tightly, I summoned the spirits of darkness as usual, channeling the energy, fusing it with my own. Evil thoughts began creeping into my conscious; the spirits at work, as usual. I squelched the thoughts out quickly, as the masters taught me. Normally, at this point, I would further amplify the energy through my armor and direct it through brute force attacks, effectively quintupling my already formidable strength. This time, though, I recalled that feeling I had back in the dungeon. It was...unique, something I had never felt before, but not dissimilar to some of the other magic techniques I've performed in the past. Using these techniques and my memory, I grasped firm control of the energy brimming within me and directed it in a new direction; a new path. A strange feeling filled me, and a wave of coldness broke against me, freezing me to the core. I was trembling, partly from the cold, and partly from the energy drain. The feeling wasn't right at all. I severed the flow of energy and collapsed to the ground, twitching slightly. I was cold and sweating, and utterly exhausted. The terrain looked no different, and back at camp, nothing had changed. Obviously, I was doing something wrong. After a bit of thought and some time to recover my strength, I was ready for round two.

Round two yielded results. I felt like practicing in camp so as to get a better feel for how well I was doing, and also how quickly time was flowing. I summoned the spirits, channeled the energy, and directed it in another new direction. Before my eyes, the glowing embers of the campfire dulled and died. I was advancing in time, making it speed up. Warmth filled me, as well as a sort of general euphoria. The energy drain, though, was again enormous, and I found myself having to break the bond. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I collapsed onto my bed, already eager for more rest.

That is when the others woke. "Get up, lazy head!" scolded Dex. I picked up my staff and, while still laying down, smashed a great crater in the sand to the right. They left me alone after that...

Drexen's Report-- Entry 2

I confronted the enemy in an attempt ro gauge their strength. Unfortuantely, I underestimated one of them, and he managed to strike me on my arm. I was forced to retreat, but the information that I gathered from our battle was sufficient, for now.


It's been about two days since my confrontation. My arm hurts, and I fear it may be infected.

There is a new development in my plan. A new group of travellers have been spotted. They seem intent on interfering with the other group. This will not do. I will observe them for a while, and if I deem them too powerful, than I may have to kill them.

Day 3 Continued:
I was walking by Bryces cage and noticed a weird design on his floor. I noticed it immediately as a pentagram. I figured he was doing some kind of Satanic ritual, but I'm an atheist. Later, I would find out that he wasn't doing a Satanic ritual, but something much, much worse.
About an hour or two after that, my laptop just shut down. Then, something even weirder happened, it flew from my hand‼ "Are my powers controlling themselves??" I wondered.
Suddenly, two men came out of nowhere, one ran stright toward me, I expected time to slow down. Instead, I got another surprise, it started to speed up‼ I tried to focus on slowing it down, I got it a bit slower. I grabbed my Cobain26-16 but it was hard to aim with everything (including me) going so quickly‼ I tried to hit him but I missed and blew the wall to bits instead. The man ran up to me with my sheild and hit me square in the face.
[CENTER]Next thing I knew, I was looking down on my own body. Haze got in a fetal position, worthless, weak, good-for-nothing tool. And to think I was actually considering keeping her with me when I saw her fighting.... Bitch.
I saw the four people running, man, where was Rohan?! I think they knew about my robbery, they were going to tell someone. I willed myself forward, and I went‼ I needed to follow them. I followed them like that for a while. I never once considered why I was floating like this. I tried to grab one of them, but went right through them instead. I don't know which one it was, they all look the same when I'm like this. Then, it hit me. My powers‼ Do they work??
I imagined myself projecting waves of thought at my sheild, bringing it away from the man. this time, it wasn't my normal usage of my powers, I actually saw little waves heading toward the sheild‼ It was pulled from the man and he gasped. "He's here with us‼" He shouted. "What do you mean, 'He's here', what the fuck are you talking about?!" Bryce said over-excitedly. It wasn't like I could actually hurt them, I went right through them‼ Wait, could I hurt them?? My powers could do that, I suppose. I concentrated on my sheild, lying on the ground, little waves of thought rushed towards it. Almost as if they were grabbing it, they wrapped around on side. It lifted up, I then thrusted it towards one of them. It hit Bryce square in the face, revenge is sweet. He fell to the ground and didn't get up. Out cold, serves that bastard right.... The others were all yelling, but I wasn't paying attention to that, I was distracted by something else. I saw Bryce, floating above his body. He looked calm at first, a slightly confused look upon his face. Then, he looked up and saw me. He was enraged. Confused, but enraged.
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Journal Day Four
Because of Bryce's reckless over-usage of energy, he is bedridden for the day. So I and the other three are taking a day out for sparring practice, to work up our own abilities, and to just relax after the previous days.


I made my way off to the a fairly close cave without anyone noticing. It's been a while since I've worked with the flame, as my weapon has never let me down. I relinquished my armor and took off my tunic, as I didn't want my replacement one to catch fire too. I then went deep into the cave, until coming to a large, round chamber. This is where I would work my magik (pun intended).

I started off with some simple tricks. I made fire form in my palm, passed it from one hand to the other, and put it out. But I had to meditate before I went any further than that. Fire is not a force that likes to be tampered with. It is like a dog. It can be mans best friend, but if you aren't familiar with it it can kill you without a second thought. I by and let the flames consume me. I did not give into them, as doing so would be fatal. Instead I worked with it, not against it. I played with the fire so as not to get burned. When the flame died out, I was ready for true training. I conjured up a ball of fire about the size of a human head and sent it down into another tunnel in the cave. when I could no longer see it, I willed it to come back. It obeyed and swung itself into an orbit around me. When it became a solid ring, I made it grow taller until it was well above my height. I called this trick the 'Pillar of Fire' while Bryce liked to call it 'Burning Man' apparently in reference to an Earthen event. Though the trick was pretty advanced, I had done it before. Now I was looking to push myself. To develop a technique I'd always dreamed of. I called it 'Inferno'. It was, in essence, similar to the Pillar of Fire in that it evolved from a ring around me. But this technique would be offensive, and far more powerful. I decided to give it a go.

I concentrated. There was nothing simple about this move, and if it didn't go off without a hitch I could end up seriously injured. And, on this mission, that was not an option. I felt the heat rise in my body, and slowly felt it flow from my fingertips and into my hands. When both hands where full, I did a one-eighty degree turn and the flames surrounded me. Then I grew the flames up and inward, forming a dome above me. Harnessing the weightlessness of fire, I gently rose up from the ground and let the flames totally encapsulate me. I rose up even further as the flames grew hotter and hotter. By the time I was in the middle of the chamber, the fire sphere was over 100,000 kelvin. Hotter than the atmosphere of an average star. Getting it that hot was one thing, but limiting the heat to a specific area was another. This took insane amounts of energy, but if I didn't do it then I would rapidly burn away inside, along with the entirety of Mysllor. I then gave way to the flames, giving into their pleas of expansion. When I did the ball grew far faster than the speed of sound, incinerating everything in the room, even the stalactite and stalagmites. Then, I fell. Not too fast though. But fast enough for me to feel it. I took a few long moments to rest, and then thanked the fire for being so obedient. And after all was done with, I made my way back to camp.

The funny thing is that they didn't even realize I was gone, what with all their fighting.