Greetings fellow roleplayers,
This is the main story thread for the roleplay Finder's Keepers. First off, I ask that only story additions go in this thread. All discussions, comments, questions, and anything otherwise out-of-character do not belong in this thread, but in the discussion thread. Thanks for your cooperation!
Now for a few ground rules. There should be no power-playing or god-moding, no swearing or anything Spiral Knights normally filters, no "explicit" content, and no overpowered characters. These problems should be ironed out in the discussion thread before you post your story addition, so that what is posted to the story is fair and fun.
Characters may not start with any equipment higher than 3*. The lower the star level of your character's equipments, the better. In most games, 5* gear is treated like it's commonplace (and it is), but I'd like to treat it like something special. It should be a major event when your character acquires a better equipment.
Now, that said, have fun!
The discussion thread is here.
The original story thread is here. Some of the original story is written here, so you may want to review it if you wish to start the story from the beginning.
Vaelyntine looked behind her. The hunters had to be close. She lept off the edge of the rooftop and rolled to a stop at the base of the roof. The hunters reached the other edge of the roof, shouted to each other and pointed at her. She had been seen! She scrambled up and raced to the next roof, with the hunters in hot pursuit. She lept onto another one and almost lost her balance, but recovered and kept going. That stumble had lost her precious time and distance. They were getting closer; one of them had even begun firing his alchemer. She ducked under a fiery bolt and jumped over the ricochet. She came to the edge of the building, and found to her dismay that the ground was a long way down. With the hunters closing in on her, she had very little choice.
She closed her eyes and jumped.
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A tall young lady stepped off the motor horse (that's the equivalent of a motorcycle). She had long, straight, gleaming silver hair, and wore a black, loose-fitting dress that hung off her shoulders seductively. Ten Almirian knights surrounded her, demanding her surrender. She unfurled her vast wings and shot into the air, and came back down upon a hapless knight. She stabbed him in the neck and lept off of him to tackle another knight to the ground. The others were now firing at her recklessly, but she ignored them. She extended the claws in her hands, gripped the knight's skull and crushed it. She picked him up and used him as a meat shield before she threw him at his comrades. While they were down and wretching at the sight of their comrade's leaking brains, she brought her heel down upon another knight's face and caved it in. She spun and clawed out another knight's right eye and kicked him in the knees, putting him out of the fight.
The others were now sickened and enraged. They drew their brandishes and charged at her, shouting battle cries. She decided to follow suit, and let out a piercing shriek that made them cover their ears. She charged at them, clawed out a knight's throat, kicked another one in the groin, and scalped the other. She extended her tail and stabbed the three of them, and noticed the remaining four knights running away. She chuckled and shot a spray of barbs at them, impaling them and killing them instantly.
She then heard a groan coming from the knight whose eye she had clawed out. He was laying on the ground, nursing his bloodied and shredded eye. She walked up to him, knelt beside him, and gently lifted his chin with a claw. The knight weakly cried out, "Mercy! Please!" The lady let go of his chin and tilted her head. "Mercy, you ask? Why would you want mercy?" The knight simply wept, "I don't want to die! Please!" She just laughed. "You know what? I've taken a fancy to you. I won't kill you." The knight was skeptical, but breathed a sigh of relief. She continued, "I want you to go tell your little Almirian friends what a wonderful person I was for sparing your life. You can do that for me, right? The knight nodded wordlessly. She then leaned in close to his face. "Because if you don't, I may have to hunt your down again." She brushed her lips against his, but didn't kiss him. Instead, she stood up and walked away.
Now cold and lonely, the knight limped his way back to the capital city to tell his superiors about the massacre of his comrades and the unusual mercy of the Finder.
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The Finder sighed, brushed back her hair, and entered through the open doorway. The guards marched outside and closed the doors. The Master rotated his throne to face the lady. "Good, I see you have received my telepathic call. Have you caught the exiled channelers?" The Finder looked down at her feet. "I...I...have not, my lord." The Master frowned. "Look me in the eyes." She looked into his eyes, and saw only coldness and anger. He continued. "Do you...know what happens when you fail?" Her knees began to quake, and she collaped on them and folded her hands. "Please...please my lord! Have mercy!" But he did not. He raised his arm, and she was forcibly transformed into the monster.
He brandished his whip. The monster whimpered, then gurgled and wept as it curled into a frightened fetal ball.
Soon, the hall was filled with the sounds of a cracking whip and the hideous screams of a hopeless, monstrous soul.