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My bullets are able to hit them, but the damage doesn't seem to be very significant at all. I guess it would be faster to swing across. I think to myself. However, before I can act, a woman come out of the door and stats shooting at the lumbers with what seems to be a voltedge-challahan mix.

"Come on, This way!" she shouts to us across the chasm.

"What the...? How come she doesn't have proto equipment?" I say to myself.

Well, I probably should cross now, or else something bad might happen.

Before I can act again, however, A man seems to appear out of nowhere in the middle of swinging from rope to rope, however, he intentionally falls into an area void of lumbers and creates some... black... thing that radiates some kind of aura. All the lumbers in the chasm turn to pitch black, and the man get flung up to the by one other side.

Well, this room is filled to the brim of not-fun surprises, isn't it?"

I head over to the ropes and start trying to swing across.

((OOC: Finally correct, now to catch up again.))

((Topo: fun*))

((Alice was addressing Axis. Sorry, just delete that part of the post Dmatter ;-;

Devious plan, just for Axis c:))

What happened and where am I? As I stand up, I can't see anything but I can hear snarls from Trojans. I need to figure a way around these Trojans but I can't sense any enemies that can be corrupted and I can see new items on the ground but I just ignored them and I noticed that everyone else was here but I started to walk slowly watching out for the Trojans sword attack. I don't know what else was in this room so I started to feel the ground in case there was a trapdoor underneath. I slowly look around but then a Trojan starts to swing his sword but I heard it and jumped back. I then moved back to the spot where the original Trojan attacked but this time, I moved past it and then passed a second and third Trojan back to back. I don't know how far I was but I still feel tired and then collapsed again.

((OOC: catching up now, +adding activity.))
As soon as I'm on the other side, I her vents opening and the lights go dark.

What the- my mind goes dark.

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I wake up in a dark room. Upon looking around, I note that it is very dark and that I can't see. However, I hear some grunts that sound like trojans, though they probably can't reach me, because if they could, I'd be dead. That means: A: I'm on an elevated platform and the trojans are in a pit B: Their chained in place or something like that, or C: they somehow made nice Trojans. I doubt it's C.

I then notice something odd about the grips of my sword and my gun. They're... a bit more smoothed out? The blade seems longer and the barrel to, but I'm not entirely sure which weapons they are. I stand up and start trying to figure out a way out of the room.

I decide to see if I can discern if there is any areas without a grunt, and therefore a trojan.

All of a sudden, the lights in the room cease. Alerted, I quickly slouch down and form a force shield around me, in preparation for whatever they may surprise us with. I can't seem to hear anything besides the other Knights whispering and the lumbers moving about. Suddenly all the talking seems to fade and I hear people slumping to the ground. Strangely, there doesn't seem to be any physical contact, meaning no one is directly being attacked, and there isn't even the sounds of a ranged weapon. Cautiously, I release my force shield. Something in the air doesn't seem right, what happened? Why does everyone seem to be- Then it hits me, no wonder, of course the air doesn't seem right! One last thought lingers in my head as I feel my head spinning - knockout gas.

When I'm hanging onto the 12 rope the lights suddenly flicker off. I look around confused. I hear something flip open and I hurriedly reach out to grab the 13th rope. I hear a hiss of gas and I inhale something that has a sort of odd smell. I begin to feel dizzy and blackness starts to seep into my sight. I wearily tumble onto the platform and and darkness engulfs me...

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I wake up to hear snarls and groans of what can only be trojans. I blink a few times to be only welcomed by darkness. Am I blind?. I sit down and blink rapidly. Still darkness. I feel my proto weapons and, wait, proto weapons?. My new weapons feel, smoother, newer. I shout out.

Hello?

I awake, slightly angry at my own ignorance for not realizing what had happened, but I know it doesn't matter anymore. We were once again confronted by darkness, the only sounds being that of shuffling Knights and snorts and grunts. A strong thud startling me, I attempt to discern its location, it sounds like... Trojans. Hurray. I decide to wait, and see if someone else can turn on the lights, for creating a fire here would be too difficult, with nothing to burn and the chance that I might light someone on fire, I settle down, and wait.

I step back, as the Trojan tries to attack again, I snatch it's arm with my hand, and am flung up as it retracts. I land on it's head, and hold on as it's eyes glow angrily magenta. "Stop, and pay." I speak incredibly forcefully, drawing attention. This Trojan betrayed everything it was, and gave itself to it's sin. Then that means I must purify it...with death. I pull on it's head, and use my feet to force it to the ground in a kick. I rip off one if it's boots, and slam it into the crystal upon it's back. As it rapidly turns to stone, I hold the back of it's head. "You didn't have to wallow in sorrow, but you did, and this was your choice of living. I am the consequence for betraying your values and whatever you were, the consequence for wasting your Isoran body, even though you could have easily used it to help others and the world for giving it to you." I lean down, and whisper my name before the body shivers and crumbles to dust, just enough that it knows it in death.

"It seems there's a woman in the Overworld, one that has saved and destroyed. Well, I want to get into that kind of gamble. Could be fun, but if you don't know, I'm not allowed into the Overworld unless, oh, a Gate opens. So, I want you as my prophetess. I will see everything through you, and constantly know what you do, and you will also have to kill the ones who leave their selves to sin...but when the time comes, when you die, I will give you rebirth as my full Prophetess of Vog. Give me your word and loyalty to do my bidding, and you will be given resurrection as one of the highest calibers. So, would you agree?"
It sounds...scary. I've never done anything so drastic, but maybe...if I can bring down my father's tyranny in the end...and it's not like I'm selling my soul, like my dad, and turn into a monster. I'm only doing the bidding of a religion. It couldn't be too bad...
"I accept."
Burning flames dress me in black as I return to the glued-up monster. "I'll kill you, and ruin my father's plan. And you there is no escape, because your immortality, IS USELESS!" I run toward it, and shove my hand into it and rip it's magenta-crystal core out, crushing it. As it turns into particles, I throw the dust over it, and they drop to the ground, their own dust weighing them down. It'll do until I find the real core of this thing and end it...this battle is unfinished...

((Don't worry, this isn't a loophole through death. Just for the next roleplay...))

((Ridiculous...............ly amazing. I just remembered I have to pick an autobiography or biography book in two days for English. You are just...Skye...and it's just wonderful XD.))

Let's see.....

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As people fire at the barely visible Trojans, a light is seen, but silhouetted beside the source of the light are a few Trojans. Do you move forward, or do you stay here and continue to fight the Trojans?

Meanwhile......

Eve wakes up in a brightly lit room, in her hands two Blitz Needles. A sign appears in front of her, saying, 'Get ready.' A moment after, the sign disappears, and with it's departure came 5 Bombies. Three corridors appeared behind Eve. Eve shot at a bombie, making it explode. Instantly after it's death, two more spawns, and runs at Eve.

Which one do you run to? (Addressing Skype and the audience in the above post.)

There are some sounds of light movement, telling me that the others are in here to.

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After some thought, I still can't figure a way out of here easily. I hope the trojans don't have the fastest reactions ever... I take a step forward.

There's a gun flash, and the sound of a trojan dieing. During the flash, I was able to notice a door 10 steps in front of me. I start running to it as trojans start running around crazy.

10. I feel one run past me. 9. 8. 7. 6. One brings it's sword down next to me, dealing some damage and stunning me for half a second. 5. 4. 3. I hear the sound of one charging, and it's getting louder. 2. I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie! 1. I wonder if I'll see my parents, or maybe that old man? I'm at the door and start shoving it open.

The trojan rams into me, shoving me face first into the door.

Miraculously, the trojan couldn't fit through, and the door wasn't high enough for him to bring down his sword. I quickly shoved the door closed again.

((OOC: Random number generator time! depending on what number, that's the door I go through. 1 is north, 2 is east, and 3 is south [I truly promise you I'll use one.] Okay here we go! and the number is... 3! Base it off that please thin, unless you planned on random numbering yourself. EDIT: fixed the twenty step thing, time to catch up.))

As Klepto and Nitscu enter the room, Nitscu notices Klepto limping, probably from the Trojans that he evaded in the mad dash to this room. He also sees him holding his shoulder. Maybe a another wound? (Nitscu's wounds are not noted here, as he posted them himself.)

Upon further inspection, the empty ten foot long area seems to be making a slight 'sss' sound. If you squint across the room, you would see the golden key, with a sign above it saying, 'activation for other rooms.' Will you attempt to get the key, or will you retreat, dodging the Trojans, and returning to wherever you were?

Note that the room outside of the key room is still dark.

Looking around Deadman saw people were started to move on and he would not be left behind. No... moving around Deadman felt the fact he was bound but still he had the ability to move around slightly. Taking a deep breath Dead pulled his left arm, the pain was rather painful but he could bare it. Keeping his mind on his task at hand was hard enough added to the fact he was trying to keep his grones down so the Trojans would not hear him. After a moment a rather odd and muffed pop was heard and Deadman groned as his arm was pulled free, but out of place. Damn it, this is going to take a while to fix. Alright just a few more movements and I am free.. Swing his arm back and forth a little as well as bending at the elbow Deadman was able to reach up and take the cloth from around his neck off as well as what ever was blocking the vocal vents of his helm. "Damnit that hurt. Need to get ahold of whoever is in here..." he said as he swong his arm around to get ahold of the ropes. The pain in his back was not as painful as before but still nitched every now and again. Looking around he could hear people moving. "Hay! I could use a hand over here!" Saying that might have been a bad thing because he could head a Trojan coming from his left side. This could work. Looking to his left Deadman started to make some more noise, causing the Trojan to move in closer, of course this also called in more to him. Once the one to the left was ontop of him Deadman braced himself for what was going to happen next. The sound of a blade being lifted up, followed by the grunting sound of a Trojan's and then...it fell and what ever was bounding him was cut through. Once he was free Deadman rolled forwards dead into a Trojan's shield. Rolling to the side he felt his armor get cliped by a Trojan's Sword. Either way Dead was in no condition to be fighting after dislocating his arm, getting up and bolding down the hall Deaman moved, knocking people out of his way. Not really meaning to of course, but this would have been a key to people some one else was in the room. Once he noticed Deadman had indeed knocked down someone he would reach back with a Right hand and pick them back up with his right hand. Looking around the room for a door.

I run towards the bombies. They're a lot less dangerous than "High Grade Explosives". :/

Non-stop, I unload the Blitzes in my hand, pelting the Bombies with needles and they explode, the bullets strewn all over the room. Oh man.

I flap my wings and shield myself from the bullets. The bullets tore my wings a little, but heck, at least I survived...

Looking around Dead just barely cought sight of whom ever he was looking at before they were removed from his sight. Turning around Deadman quickly grabbed his dislocated arm and moved it around. Clearly nothing was going to snap it back into place right now, but when he got a moment he was going to need to relocated other wise he risked further damage to his arm.

Turning around quickly the Warden sighed as he felt the restrictions on his body from his armor starting to kick in. Because he weighted more then 300lbs with his armor on it was going to be hard to move him with normal means, but at the same time this worked agiced him. For as much of a wall it made him, it also made him slower then he liked when the time for fleeing was afoot. Damn it, alright stay calm...Weapons...weapons...Still have my Good blade and Shield. But with this busted arm I can't use them. With his right hand he reached to his side and found a Sword, from the feel it was a simple Cailber. He could work with this, of course this was not going to help alot, it was weak and if he put a full swing into this weapon it was bound to brake leaving him with an even worse disposition. However rest is for the dead as he was forced to move forwards again out of the way of an on coming Trojan. It was at this point he was ware of the pain in his back once more, as he moved to avoid the attacks of the Trojan's his back pinged and poked.

Looking up Deadman saw what he feared, the blade of an enemy about to take a fatal strike. Well, it would ahve been nice to keep this weapon... With a quick strike taking up as much strangth as he could muster Deadman slapped the face of his blade agiced the edge of Trojan's. With a resulting shower of sparks, the sound of metal braking, and the top two thirds of his sword flying off to the south Deadman was able to deflect the attack. Getting up he moved to the West of the room looking at the door before him. I love the smell of burned metal. He though as he moved.

Dammit, what are these things doing?

I let the bombies approach me. They seemed to push me into the room, but I decline. Well, they're four dozen bombies-- Can I really push myself out of there?

No... I don't want to die...

Then, I felt my butt touch the door to the room. Ohmygod... Wait... What if I... I glance at the bombies, they simply nod. I open the door... and they march inside. I grabbed the door and jumped over the bombies. I land behind them and pull my blitzes. I spin and unload the guns at the bombies. The heck is happening? Why am I being pushed by these things into the Explosives Room?

The bombies were pushed inside the room, and I dashed forward to close the door, successful.

I'm all alone here. I'm on my own right now. I must survive.

I am started to walk through this dark maze but I now have 3 Trojans after me and I somehow took damage from the previous encounter. I start to run trying to find the exit but the Trojan's keep chasing after me. When I was walking through the dark maze, I got slashed by a random Trojan and the knockback threw me to a wall and collapsed again, but this time, I was able to get up and dodged the Trojan's charge attack. I saw a room that had light but then got attacked by another Trojan who knocked me to the door and then I rolled into the door, unfortunally I am really low on health and my vision is becoming fuzzy. The Trojan tried to enter the room but for some reason, he couldn't enter the room, I am really weak now and this strong self-curse doesn't help either.

((OOC: sorry for missing a chance yesterday to post. Missing 3 days of school piles up homework a bit.))

Upon looking around the room, The first thing I notice is the key on the other side of the room.
The second thing is the wide hole in the ground.

I don't think I'll be able to do this myself... but I probably should rest a bit, my whole body is hurting. after I think this, I notice a sort of sound that sounds like the letter s coming from the pit. I look down to see If I can locate it.

Suddenly, I'm tackled and pinned to the ground. A Dark humanoid is on top of me, and is trying to suffocate me, and is breathing a dusty breath.

I pull out my new gun, which on further inspection is a blaster, and try and aim at it, with no luck due to the floor being so close. With my other arm, I drag myself over the pit and move my arm at its general area. As I aim, my eyes start to lose focus, but I use the last of my breath to slam on the trigger as much as I can.

((OOC: I thought of using a proto bomb, but I liked this idea better.))

Seeing a door open Deadman spent not time debating whether or not it was in his best interest but rather thinking it would be better then a room full or cTrojan's. Letting his Dislocated arm flale about as he moved Deadman decided to move to the new room doing his best to dodge and or just stay alive. Of course even for his level of training it was impossible to escape all damage, and his armor proved it. Nicks and in some cases full on hits, if he could have used his shield this would have been easy to escape. Taking the broken Caliber in his hand with his feet making haste Dead soon found himself being rather kicked into a room with the sound of two others, since he was in the other room Deadman decided to keep his eyes closed safe for the very end and when he knew a Trojan was around him.

Once inside the room he walked to the side off the door and looked behind as to make sure nothing else was coming through. Clear, best use this moment to fix my arm. Moving a little more to the side as to keep his back to the wall and as so he would not be surprised by anyone else walking in Deadman removed his helm letting his Hair be seen. The Ghastly white color made along side his ever present stright face. Taking the Caliber he placed the handle into his mouth and bit down, bracing himself for what he was about to do. Taking hold if his left arm Dead quickly pulled his arm forwards then shoved it back with a stomic turning cracking sound as his arm popped back into place. Spitting out the broken blade he grimes-ed and groned. Once the pain nulled abit he moved his arm around testing it. Once he was happy that it was back in working order the Warden placed his helm back on and picked up his helm. Looking around Deadman sighed as he spoke. "What the..."