Perilous Times (Closed for roleplaylifer and I)

[Sky Jade]

Deep in a Labratory locted in North Africa, 3400 AD

It is often believed that time was the fourth dimension, and time itself is often unstable. Living in a timeline where magic and science co-existed side by side, a group of scientists tried to play God and the results were...unthinkable. A complex had been built deep underground, most of it's projects kept top secret from the world in which they were done.

Their latest experiment was to create a new human, a meta-human. The human dna would be fused with dna of a Black dragon. Yes, such a thing existed in other parts of the world, and the race of dragons stayed away from humans for the most part. The two DNAs were able to succesfully fuse together and create a meta-human. The meta-human was male and took upon new powers with the creation. Even the scientists were not sure of what his new powers would be, but they would be a sight to behold.

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Zion's first moment's of waking were to see fluid all around him. He was suspended in the middle of a tank in greenish fliud. A mask was over his face so that he was able to breathe in the strange substance. As he managed to focus more, he noticed several white faces peering at him. Images and knowledge flowed through his mind. Where did this come from? How did he know how to use weapons? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like where he was.

The fusion had an unexpected side-effect where his heart was turned dark. His mind was filled with anger and hate, hate for those around him. He growled for a moment as he tried to hit the glass with his fist, but the fluid only served to slow him down. He wanted out, needed out. This desire was enough to trigger his magic. A dark surge of energy exploded from him, shattering glass in all directions. Blood-curdling screams filled the air aschucks of glass sliced into the scitentists, leaving them fatally wounded.

A strange glowing object that was being studied by one of the scientists was struck by one of the pieces of glass. It's origins and exact purpose was unknown, but the hit was enough to activate it. Zion tilted his head as it began pulsating a soft white glow before he was suddenly hit by lightining, his vision going dark.

Zion had disappeared, thrown in a time vortex. He was soon dumped on the ground in a heap, in the middle of a forest. He laid on his back, completely nude. His body was well-toned and muscular, all six foot of him. His hair was a jet black, and his eyes were a deep black as well. He laid unconsious, completely unaware of his surroundings.

After a short while he began to wake up and sit up slowly. He frowned down at his nakedness and looked around for a few moments. He really need some sort of protection. It was a few moments, but he picked up the sounds of a fire crackling with his increased hearing, and could smell the smoke as well. Taking his time in sneaking towards the direction of the fire, he soon came upon a lone male sleeping beneath a tree.

Zion wondered why a fire was needed during the day before the chillness of the air hit his naked skin. He growled softly at the coolness before taking a closer look at the sleeping male. The guy seemed to be about the same build, so his outfit might work. Zion walked over to the guy bend reaching his hands down towards the man's neck. The sudden touch woke the man up, but all he could do was struggle beneath the iron grip. The man tried to pry Zion's hands away, but he was soon dead in a matter of seconds.

The dead corpse was quickly stripped and the Zion began to try the leather pants, tunic, and boots on. The items were a bit snug against his muscular build, but they would do for the time being. He pulled on the chainmail shirt the guy was wearing before kicking the body into the fire. It wouldn't do for him to be discovered just yet for killing. He chuckled and picked up the dead man's backpack and sword, strapping them on before begin a leisurely stroll through the forest.

 

[roleplaylifer]

Finally, the din had begun to die down.....

A lone woman stood upon the bloody hillock that had been the Knights of Reylind's last stand. Even now as her lavender tinted eyes scanned the field around her, her mind raced.....

A single bloody gauntlet raised in salute, only corpses and those soon to join them met her gaze. Even as one of Reylind's most favored of champions, she couldn't hope to heal them all.....

A stolid of a warrior as any male, Melinda had climbed the ranks of her paladin order......and now to come to this.....

With a strangled cry, she recognized the face of one of the nearby wounded all too well. The wind picking up and tossing her long, blonde hair, the silver plated warrioress raced down the hillside to a friend's aid. Throwing herself to her knees, Miranda's finely tuned senses already alerted her to the knight's slowing heartbeat, death rushing in to claim her.

"No, Sara....."

For what seemed a split second, she allowed herself the chance to gaze once more at her friend. The only other woman to have stood the trials and challenges of being a squire with her....endured the taunting.....the shapely brunette now lay dying, an orcish spear thrust between the seams of her armor to pierce what must have been a lung. Even as the stricken girl tried to speak, a soft pink froth slid unbidden from her lips....

"I-I was....careless. Ov-over extended myself...."

Tears filled Miranda's chocolate brown eyes as quick glances told her of the extent of Sara's injuries. It would take no small healing.....just short of a miracle would be needed to stave off death this time.....

Without thinking of her of her own safety.....the paladin placed a heavily gauntleted hand on her sister's shapely breastplate, feeling not even the twinge of remorse for what she was about to do, even when Sara struggled to object.

"No! You *cough* can't! You don't know who else might be out there! Are we the only ones left? Is there someone else you can call here before you attempt this?! P-please *cough*, not for me....."

Already a soft amber hued glow began to form around her superior's gauntlet....strengthening quickly in both intensity, and in the relief it brought to the stricken paladin. The illumination held strong over the crushed battlefield for only a minute....before silently fading back into nothingness.

Looking down, Miranda smiled. It had hurt at first as her diety's power had first cleansed the wound before actually healing it. Sara's eyes had closed in what must have been agony for just a brief second....before smoothening gradually out once more, to a familiar look of serenity that the older paladin had seen only on her face when she was sleeping.

Easing slowly away from her old friend, Miranda struggled to rise. Only then did she feel the fatigue of her actions as her knees wobbled badly, her already tired quadriceps trembling from the exertion of her ascent. It was a good thing that the battle was over.

Silently saying a prayer for the dead and dying....she had done what she could, knowing full well that she could only save one of them. For now, she could just ease the pain of the ones that death had yet to claim....as well as search for survivors, if indeed any were to be found.....

 

[Sky Jade]

The wind carried the scent of blood to him. Zion paused for a moment, looking around the forest. The smell seemed oddly familiar. It had a coppery smell to, and he could taste the coppery taste as well. He knew he hadn't been alive for long, but why did he know such things? It was a mystery to him, but he was sure he would find the answer soon enough.

He grinned for a moment, the urge to follow the smell welling up inside him like an animal. It triggered the need to eat as well and the though of fresh meat was on his mind.

Though he didn't know it, the smell was being carried from the bloody battlefield upon which Miranda was performing magic upon her friend. He dropped the pack from his back and rummaged through it carefully. He didn't come up with much, just a few strips of dried beef. He grabbed a handful of them before he slung the backpack over his back, chewing on the dried meat.

He didn't seem any forest creautures as he walked, nor did any birds sing. It was almost as if they could sense his hunger, as strong as it was. The meat would satisfy him only for so long.

The sun was going down as Zion reached the edge of the battlefield, the smell of death filling his senses. He grinned for a moment, looking around carefully...

 

[roleplaylifer]

After what had seemed ages, Miranda was finally done. A small, ragged group of peasant fighters had survived....as well as one more male member of her order.

A thick, stocky barrel of a man, it had come as no surprise to the elf that Byron had survived. Though the spear that had ruined his kneecap had probably ended the man's campaign career. Still, much could be learned from him in the way of training new knights.....IF she could get him back safely to their Order.

Even as Byron's eyes fluttered open, his blue eyes immediately darted back and forth, recognizing his savior in an instant. Ignoring the pain in his shattered leg, the burly veteran fairly blurted out his concerns.

"Did we win? Has the townsfolk been saved, Miranda? And for the love of Reylind....please tell me that more of us made it through this than just us?"

A nod, another nod, and a crestfallen look told the seasoned warrior what he needed to know. His silence was deafening. Reaching to his own leg, Miranda smiled softly as she recognized the glow of a healing spell. Even the greatest of clerics wouldn't have been able to fully heal that wound. She was glad however, to see some of the pain disappear from Byron's eyes.

"I have to hand it to you, you're tough for an elf. I thought the hillock was lost for sure, especially when the 3rd regiment fell."

A grimace of pain flashed across her delicate features, even as her mind drifted back to the battle. The brightly polished silver armor of her Knight's had been enough to deflect most of the arrows their enemies had rained upon them....but it had done little against the pikes their footmen had levelled at their advance. Only the most skilled of them had survived the resulting melee, and most of those fell to the shamans shortly afterward. Still....they had been HER regiment.....and HER responsibility......

Byron must have seen the pain in her lightly tinted eyes, speaking up quickly as if to distract her, if even for just a moment.

"It'll be nightfall soon enough. You and I will have to come up with a plan to get us all out of here. I can't say that I know these woods well, and there are probably still orcs out there. Kick Sara awake if you think she can help, and let's get to this."

 

[Sky Jade]

He crotched down at the edge of the battlefield, next to a dead warrior. The smell of blood hung heavily in the air around him, but he didn't recoil. Instead he welcomed it. He craved fresh meat, but this was not the type of meat he was looking for.

He lifted his head for a moment when the sound of voices were carried towards him on the wind. He wasn't able to judge the distance of the voices, but he knew the direction. He was distracted for a moment by a moan from a dying soldier nearby, gurling words for help. Zion shook his head for a moment before drawing the sword and stabbing the soldier through the forehead. The soldier gave a gurgled cry of pain before falling back, dead.

Zion dislodged the sword and sheathed it, still covered in blood and brain matter. He spotted the sunlight glinting off of armor near a hill and began picking his way through the carnage, looking for the source...