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True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2010.12.24 20:39:00 - [1] Edited by: True Plague on 24/12/2010 20:40:52 This thread is intended to contain content not suitable for the Summit The 'Of Gods And Plagues' Interactive Storyline is intended to contain characters that are based both upon fictional characters and real, player driven character's that exist in game. The intention is to update these two threads at 1 week intervals [real life permitting] Do to time constraints these posts will only be edited to a degree which makes them "R3adable" not "Perfect". Each post may have one or multiple authors. These stories have a hidden meaning. A hidden purpose. That purpose may or may not be revealed in the coming months. True Plague Youtube - Of Gods And Plagues Counter Balance Teaser The Original Of Gods And Plagues Thread . . . Approximately One Month Ago Location: Somewhere In The Domain Region Alekien Asarov, took a deep breath as he prepared himself. Today he would become the Archbishop of the family Kor`Sarum Azor and in that act he would become the head of the Kor`Sarum Azor family line. It was ironic that the assassination of his uncle, Arec Asarov, had help propel his family name into the public eye, and in doing so his uncle's death was proving itself to be a catalyst that could ultimately elevate their family name from the depths of shunned obscurity forever. For the first time in history the shunned merger between the Sarum and Kor-Azor family bloodlines was enjoying the kind of public attention that could only come from public outrage. His uncle would have been pleased... The murder of a high bishop while inside of his own private chambers struck at the heart of every loyal, god fearing Amarr subject. Alekien Asarov, suddenly became aware of a presence standing behind him. A wretched stench of dust and decay accompanied a chilling sense of his own mortality as shivers rattled his spine. Peering into the dressing mirror in front of him he could see the pale and lifeless eyes of True Plague peering back at him. He gasped and turned towards the apparition of death, backing himself up against the mirror with such force that he nearly shattered the glass. Asarov - ôMy godà are you the devil itself come here to claim me?!ö True Plague - ôNo. I have since come to understand that I am something far worse then death.ö Asarov - ôWhat do you want?ö *[breathlessly and in terror]* True Plague - ôThe Sansha Nation are not merely on the move. They are invading Empireàö Asarov - ôYouÆre a True Slave?! So you are here to take me then?! Guards!ö True Plague - ôThey would be dead in seconds if they entered. I am not here to take youàö Guard Outside Of Door - ôMaster!? Are you well?ö Arasov - [A brief Pause] ôYes. Hold there for a moment.ö [he considers] True Plague - ôI am not a Slave. I am the originà a prototype clone. One of a select handful that was created by Sansha at the very beginning. None of which are still awakened to this life, except for I.ö Arasov - ôA prototype clone? Speak abomination, why have you violated my private chambers if not to take me?!ö
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2010.12.24 20:48:00 - [2] True Plague - ôI have begun to understand the meaning of alliesàand that mutual self interest governs your kind. Someone in this station is sending encoded messages to the Sansha fleets. They are inviting an incursion into this constellation.ö *[she pauses and looks upon Arasov who seems unmoved by the revelation]* True Plague - ôyou are not surprised by this?ö Arasov - ôNo. We have suspected.ö [A longer pause. Now slightly disarmed, curiosity begins to replace terror and disgust.] Arasov - ôàwhat do you want from me prototype clone?ö True Plague - ôI am the church of the dark light. I am the harbinger of oblivion. I am what the flaw in the masterÆs design. My only wish is to give Kuvakei the same gift of exile and damnation that he has given me. My interests will benefit your own self interestsà and this is how allies are made? And I mistaken?ö Arasov - [says nothing] True Plague - ôThe Amarr Empire has a vast intelligence network. You canàö Arasov - ôWe donÆt know who the spy is.ö [he intercedes] True Plague - ôBut you do know who it might be? Which shadows they dwell within. Which stones to turnà?ö Arasov - ôYes. But those who are suspected are powerful and we would need proof in order toàö True Plague - [intercedes] ôI will give you your proof if you give me the names.ö Arasov - ôWhy should I help you?ö Guard - ôMaster! Are you well!?ö Arasov - ôYes! Be still!ö [he corrects the head of his private security] True Plague - ôBecause the pursuit of wealth and power is the way of the Amarrian god. The chance to remove those who stand in your way compels you to gamble with fate. A gamble with lives that are not your own in order to promote your own self gain.ö Arasov - ôYou are mistaken, I am a good manàö True Plague - ôWhy of course you are. *[Insincere, she placates them]* "Then do it to save livesàalthough I know that is not why you will help me.ö Arasov - ôAnd if I say no?ö True Plague - ôYou have no implants so I cannot simply strip the knowledge from your mind. If you do not want me as an ally I will leave and you will never see me again.ö [Arasov, Considered long and hard. He could sense something else was in the room with themà something formless and horrible writhing just beyond the shadows. Perhaps a demon meant to guard this wretched apparition of death.] Arasov - ôI will do this only if you can grant me certain assurancesàö
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2010.12.24 20:51:00 - [3] 24 Hours Later Three armed guards carried an acolyte of the Archcardinal, Draven Imperion, into a empty holding cell. The Acolyte would not stop screamingà Magistrate Crull - ôSo this is our spy? Well done your holiness.ö Bishop Arasov - [The sound of his incessant screaming sickened him] ôWhat did you do to him? A spy he may be but he is still a member of Archcardinal Draven ImperionÆs inner circle. It would be best to avoid torture until the cardinal is at least absolved of any involvement.ö Magistrate Crull - ôWe have done nothing to him. He was delivered to us in this condition. He is obviously mad, why else would a man side with the Sansha Incursions?ö Bishop Arasov - ôDelivered to you? By whom?ö [Puzzled] Magistrate Crull - ôWe assumed a member of your private security?ö Acolyte continues to scream - ôAaaaahhhhh!!! Aaaaahhhh!!! God what are you showing me!! Remove these abominations from my mind!!! These horrid visions!! Ohhh God!!ö [He grips his head as if his brain were about to explode within his skull] Magistrate Crull - ôWithout a doubt he is suffering from some effect cause by The NationÆs mind wiping techniques.ö Bishop Arasov, looked down to the Acolyte and listened carefully to the content of his cries. Arsaov, noted the AcolyteÆs neural implants-- a technology intended to enhance his Charisma attributes--and then recalled how True Plague had mentioned that implants would allow her to somehow invade a human mind. All he could think now was æmy god what have I allied myself with?ö Terror once again shake the core of his beingà Bishop Arasov - ôYesà of courseàö [he pretended to agree]
Istvaan Shogaatsu Caldari Guiding Hand Social Club	Posted - 2010.12.25 14:19:00 - [4] An interesting angle, I think I'll follow this one.
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2011.01.01 14:36:00 - [5] Essence PraetorÆs jaguar microwarpedrived through the asteroid field. The perfect unification of mind and machine fused her nervous system with the craft that she pilotedà all she could feel or see was the void of space and the freefall-like sensation that accompanied great velocity. Her craft began to bank steeply and the glare of the system's unstable sun peaked out from behind a large asteroid. She could almost feel its warmth upon her own unbound formlessness--a form that had become the living metal hull of the Jaguar assault ship. Essence Praetor - ôOushundai, banking continuing left turn.ö Jiin`nai - [raspy voice] ôTarget acquisition in approximately nineteen seconds. I have the transport on D-scan.ö [His voice could easily be compared to the hissing of a serpent that was attempting to make syllables] Deep inside of the same solar system, an Amarr Transport ship slowly aligned to the next Stargate, following a course that would eventually take them to the Rens trade hub. With a reinforced warp core hardened against interference that might allow warp scramblers to prevent their escape, they felt both safe and complacent that they dwell with God's protection. . . . Unknown to them all, the solar systemÆs unstable star was reaching itÆs breaking point. The minds of the Minmatar were too filled with vengeance, and the thoughts of the Amarrian traders were too consumed by thoughts of finances and the terms of their next acquisitionà and so neither side deemed it necessary to run a brief scan of the nearest star that was quickly reaching it's critical massà . . . Ducat - [slammed his winning hand upon the surface of the poker table] Yulla - ôDamn! This is why god forbids this game!ö [with discussed] Ducat - ôTo late! Haha! Your since reap the rewards of better men!ö [He slid his large pile of winnings over to his side] Yulla - ôYou just waità the day is young and this is going to be a long trip. We have plenty of time to see whom is truly the better man.ö Ducat - [takes a sip from a silver mug and places it down on the table] ôThere is no day is space you old fool. It is just space." Yulla - ôLet me tell you somethingö [he points at Ducat, preparing to give him a real ear full. His pride had taken a hit.] Before he could speak, we was interrupted by something strange. Both men looked down to the platinum tea cup sitting atop the table. It began to shake and slide across the table surfaceà One after another the poker chips started to slide off the side of the table as if the table was being tilted, although it was not.
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2011.01.01 14:39:00 - [6] Edited by: True Plague on 01/01/2011 14:40:40 [Ducat looks at Yullaà it could not be what space fairing men had feared most since the dawn of startravel. It could not be the cosmic equivalent of a happening onto a whirlpool at sea. ] Ducat - ôA heavy bank?ö Yulla - ôWe align to quickly is allàö Ducat - ôOf Course.ö . . . Instantly, the teacup flew sideways off of the table and stuck to the wall as if it were suddenly overcome by a powerful force. Everything inside of the compartment, including the two men fell towards the right wall perpendicular to the transports artificial gravity. Terror instantly consumed both menà this was not a sharp turnà . . . Ducat - ôGravity well!!ö Yulla - ôMy God! No! No! I am still to young to die!ö Ducat - ôPilot! Pilot! Enter warp now!ö . . . Outside of the doomed transport the powerful engines of Essence PraetorÆs Jaguar fought the insatiable pull of gravity caused by a star collapsing in upon itself. Calmly she gazed into the furious fire that preceded birth of a black hole Essence Praetor - ôDo you see that, Jiin`nai?ö Jiin`nai - ôYes. Prepare for assault.ö Essence Praetor - ôWhat? Let the star consume them?ö Jiin`nai - ôDo as I say child, their blood will be shed by us not their gods.ö Essence Praetor - ôDonÆt be a Fool. I will not follow you to your death.ö Jiin`nai - ôThree points on transport! Go now!ö Instinctively Essence and the rest of her squad followed the commands of their fleet commander. The 7 man gang of assault ships made short work of the Transport as multiple warp scramblers shut down itÆs warp core beyond all hope of escape. Within seconds the Transport ship explodedà and itÆs wreckage was consumed by the gravity well. The Elite Assault ships made their escapeà Disappearing into the darkness of the void from which they came, they had extracted their vengeance against the Amarr slavers once again.
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2011.01.08 18:38:00 - [7] Location: Krulls Pleasure Hub Part III The Den Of Excess The dark hallways were made to glow under the phosphorescent halo of black lights. Exotic dancers dotted KrullÆs chambers of sin as wealthy business men spent their acquisitions on the excesses of the flesh. EssenceÆs physic was born from the thin and almost anorexic-looking Sebiestor TribeÆs Biology, and as a result her tall and slender form was able to effortlessly blend in with the dancers and escorts that filled KrullÆs Babylon amongst the stars. The only difference between her and those playmates that surrounded her was the bloodlust in her eyes. Somewhere hidden within these dark hallways was someone whom her master wanted her to killà Inside Of The Damsel's Private Chambers: The low pitched thumping from outside of her forced domicile was in sharp contrast to the sacred Hymns that filled the Amarrian stations of which she had once called her home. As she looked into the mirror she could not help but wonder how god could have forsaken her in this way? Krull, was a discussing and morbidly obese fiend and she shuttered when she thought about what his plans for her might be this evening. So far he had made good on his claims, she was comfortable and being treated like a princess. Despite that, she was discussed by every aspect of this place and could only pray for escape. In The Hallway Just Beyond The Damsel's Private Chambers: The guard watched as a tall and slender Sebiestor woman appeared from the crowd just beyond the Damsel's private chambers. He extended his hand in order to direct her elsewhereà Guard - ôIÆm sorry this area is offàö Essence, griped his wrist and twisted it with enough force to feel the joint crack. With lethal swiftness she unsheathed a hidden ornate blade of Minmatar design and plunged it into his side. The blade's tip pierced his spine from its anterior side and resulted in instant, although temporary, paralysis. The burly guard dropped to the floor at the verge of unconsciousness from the sudden serge of pain.
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2011.01.08 18:49:00 - [8] Inside Of The Damsels Private Chambers: Looking into the mirror the Damsel sat up strait and attempted to maintain her composure of dignity and Amarrian pride. No matter what happened she would not allow Krull to take that away from her. As she visualized spitting in KrullÆs face and damning him with insults that would not offend her God, she became aware of bright blue eyes peering at her from the shadows. Damsel - [Gasps] Essence - [Is instantly upon her holding the ceremonial dagger of assassination at the Damsel's Throat] Damsel - ôHas Krull sent you here toàö Essence - [Hisses through her closed teeth] ôBe silentàö [The Damsel could now feel the cold chill of death closing in on herà she now wished for the night to unfold as she had envisioned it with Krull] Essence - ôDo you have any idea what you have done?ö [speaks quietly] Damsel - ôWhat. You? I donÆt even know you?ö Essence - ôOf course you donÆt. I am just a slave. A piece of meat to pull a wagon [she yanks on her hair hard and jerks her neck backwards] ôWhy would you know the name of the oxen that tills your field?ö Damsel - ôI am sorryà I donÆtàö Essence - ôSilence!ö [Essence yanks her hair again, only this time harder. She moves her lips close to her ear and whispers] Essence - ôSpeak another word and I will bath in your blood. The last thing you will see is your red lifeblood taint this mirror.ö [A long pause follows as Essence dares the Damsel to speakàhowever she does not] Essence - ôMy Father was a slave to the house Aranthon. He was sent to a slave camp for spilling a drink on his Amarrian master at a gathering for the heads of state. They made an example of him in the eyes of the Amarrian royals. His punishment would last seven long years, before returning as a beaten man to once again serve at his masters house. When he finally did return, he was not the same man. Thin and scarred his first day of freedom just happened to fall on the wedding day of his master's daughterà.ö [The Damsels eyes widenedà now she was beginning to remember] Essence - ôMy father was commanded to present his master's daughter with a cup to drink from. But upon seeing his warn face she slapped the drink from his hand and upchucked her words in discussed upon seeing him. She demanded that my father would be expelled from her presence and not sully her special dayà Do you know what happened to my Father? Did you ever even stop to think what became of him in your spoiled, wretched little mind!?ö Damsel - ôNoàö[In tears and shaking with fear] Essence - ôHe was to weak to serve and two brutalized to sell.ö Damsel - [Her Breath quivers with fear] Essence - ôThey ejected him into the vacuum of space with the rest of the garbage. My own brother said that he wore a smile on his face, for in that moment he finally tasted freedom. Can you imagine being so in bondage that death was your only release?ö [she moves the blades razor sharp edge over the delicate skin of the damsels neck]
True Plague True Creation	Posted - 2011.01.08 18:53:00 - [9] Damsel - ôI was young. Betrothed to a horrible man. I was angry that day, I didnÆt know.ö Essence - ôYou and you family murdered my Father.ö Damsel - [Tears welled in the her eyes and she speaks her words softly] ôIÆm sorryàö Essence - [Could no help but feel her heart soften a small measure] Damsel - ôAmarrianÆs are slaves to. Especially their women. Slaves to wealth, slaves to their husbandsà slaves to their god. My father sold your bodies but your hearts endured. He sold the souls of his own daughters to the highest bidder. Oh yes, I know what it is like to welcome death.ö Essence - [Begins to lighten her death grip ever so slightly] Damsel - ôKill meà IÆm sorry about your, Father.ö [A Long Pause] Essence - ôDamn you...ö [Removes the knife from her neck] Damsel - ôWhat are you doing?ö [Now, surprisingly finding herself pleading for death] Essence - ôThe Patients Of Oblivionàö [Essence, remembers True PlagueÆs wordsà of how she spoke about the Patients of the Voidà She then returned the ceremonial blade to the Damsel's neck to issue a warning that she would not soon forget.] Essence - ôI did not come here to kill someone only to bestow on them the penance of Death. Live your life and suffer in your redemption. My patients is cold like the void, efficientà Methodical. It is the patients of Oblivion. Do you understand me?ö Damsel - [With wide eyes of fear, she can barely manage to shake her head.] Essence - ôYou willà next time. When I see you againàö With that Essence disappeared into the dark corners of the room. Suddenly the Damsel felt as though she was once again alone and she exhaled a deep breath of relief.

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