Forsaken World RP

Serris Lengsk, in his years living in the harshest of conditions in a place where nothing but the impersonal wildlife provides company alongside an implacable cold, had silently watched the world from afar. He laughed at the folly of the rabble as the poor rose against the rich. The nobles, the soft-bodied flesh bags he was supposed to protect called out to all his forces in vain, a savior among the soldiers that were assigned to a life of unreasonable hardship would not be found here.

The sheep, had they grown horns, would've marked themselves as his flock. He'd have an obligation then.

However, when they could provide little else for the ram that already lived on nothing, they were unnecessary - a burden wanted only by those capable of protecting life and limb for a false emotion called affection.

So Serris continued to observe, not batting a single lash at his soldiers. There came about other captains, of supposedly equal skill, strengths, etc.

Even in refuse, six other gems had been found in the rough. But much to his dismay, they began to plot against one another, over silly things like politics, religion, resources. Instead of fixing the problem at its root, these so-called Captains, his equals, were fighting because they could not survive with nothing.

Because they were too inferior to live without as much needs. Serris needed not to cull anybody; years of arctic conditions had already achieved that for his army.

His only real qualm with them, however, was because they were led by worthy individuals. Smart individuals with an annoying penchant for killing. Too bad they weren't smart enough to condition their men for what Serris was about to bring down upon them.

The warm-bloods were probably fighting for their own reasons : families, resources, something stupid called nationalism or curiosity...but in the end, all those faltered when simple biology and ecology came into play : those who were most fit survived; those who were not fit...competed and die.

Serris grinned as he stared off south. Thy were not fit for this world...the world that offered so much already. How unfortunate for those monkeys to be born drinking fatty milk; they'd get their second filling in the next life.

Chains, thick as a mans body, lay drapped across the body of a monster created by man. No signs of life, save for the slow drawing of breath every now and again. Across its body a scaly armor protects the soft flesh just bellow. Its face a noble vestige mobelled after the creature it trys imitat. With bones, horns, teeth, can claws mad of the crystalline blood of the spirits.

How much longer do I have to lay here. A prisoner of my own fleah.

All around the black coloered creature sees is the haunted visions of science and his ever growing madness.

Lifting its head the creatre screams, but instead of a mans yell all that is heard is a monsters roar.

"Realease me! Release me from my torment..."

Solomon Trent frowned deeply as he studied the frighteningly low supply of food. His army wouldn't be able to make it without food. As much as he had hoped wrong, most of his men were lead by their stomach, and not their mind.

He turned back and headed to his command tent, inside was his strategist and advisor, Chris Eden.

"Eden, we are in dire need of food and supplies, where can we get resupplied."

The advisor, studying a map, didn't reply for a few seconds, "Honestly sir, the easiest and quickest way would be to capture this town over here, the farming village of Kianda, as well as the fishing port of Kerrigan."

"What about my allies? I won't be able to keep my neutrality with them if I do something like this."

"I'm afraid we don't have much choice. We have almost zero amount of gold for trade, and the soldiers need to eat."

Solomon again frowned deeply, and looked grimly in the general direction of the barracks. He finally spoke, "How much longer do we have?"

"About three days worth of supplies, enough to reach Kianda and then we can restock there. If its any worth, you can try and get a peaceful surrender with threat of the M.A.D.'s."

Solomon nodded, but he had no intention of mentioning the warheads. This meant he would have to go in by force.

"Eden, get the men ready, we march tomorrow."

The extra foothold in trade and supplies would help greatly, the only downside is that he'd have to redirect his order for newer armor to one of the towns. He had high hopes for plate armor, as protective as they can be.

The deep clicking of boots echoed through the hall as an elderly gentleman strode toward the Meeting Hall. He bore himself with poise and grandeur, enveloped in a high-class sense of nobility that permeated his every social encounter. His elaborate silk robes fell over his surprisingly well-built body and tried to cover the bulges in his strong, noble arms and chest. A groomed full beard graced his stern visage, and he watched over the world with his powerful, deep-set earthen eyes.

His name was Tobias Warren.

He swung open the tall oak doors to enter into the bustling Meeting Hall, filled to the brim with mayors, statesmen, lawyers, police commissioners, and politicians of every sort, bombarding his ears with endless conversation and chatter amongst themselves. But Tobias focused his stern gaze on the smaller stage in the center of the room, where a few high-born individuals communed quietly. One of them, a beautiful dark-haired woman bearing the mark of a dark alchemist on her back, noticed Tobias and strode to greet him.

"Well-met and fair regards to you, Sir Warren," she spoke. She extended her slender hand to him, and Tobias took it in his tender grasp and kissed it lightly on the back. "May God grace you, Lady Barlowe." The two of them returned to the center of the room, where Tobias proceeded to greet the others. Curiously, Trent and Lengsk had not arrived yet. Had they not received the message? At any rate, the meeting could not afford to be delayed much longer. He would give them a few more hours.

((The players of the other Captains have received a request to meet at the Spiral Council to discuss their differences. You are free to come or not.))

((This way he can be at the meeting albeit a little late and they have something to hold against him.))
((If not I will edit the post))

Solomon adjusted his armor and walked into the Meeting room. He ignored the busy crowd around him and marched towards the center. He noticed almost all of the others had arrived, save Serris. He studied the extra person, presumably the one who invited him.

He stopped shortly before the group, bowing slightly.

"I hope I'm not late."

In Lengsk's place, a girl with the same pale skin, flaxen hair, and icy blue eyes as he has enters briskly into the room, clad in sleek couture of fine cotton. Its stark plainness is ony broken by the few mother-of-pearl buttons that work to keep the girl's torso from being seen, all cut into identical branch designs.

Her only armament, it appeared, was a Prototype Gun. Good for getting out of a possibly dangerous situation, but notorious for collateral damage and overheating.

With clear-cut, concise steps, she made her way over, and made a waist-low bow.

"Captain Lengsk sends his sincerest apologies. It appears as though his base had almost been split in half after an ice sheet melted. He expended much power to repair the damages as they came by. He is sorry for being too unwell to come, and though he is not here in the flesh..."

She reaches from inside her coat, revealing a short cylindrical device with various grooves. A light pulses at the center consistently.

"...the conversation may be recorded here, should he have any criticisms.

If possible, may I place this device at the center, so as to allow for easier listening? The technology inside is relatively primitive compared to the...advancements made here.

Again and a thousand times more, I beg your apologies for my superior's absence."

She ends her last word with a hint of sincerity, though the rest of her explanation is said otherwise very deadpanned.

Heavy the chains felt on the levitation as he lay in wait for his master to come calling. No more science to be done, nothing left to test, not even a scrap of food to be found in the cold cell of his. The only thin he had was time, no longer owning a name, rank or title. It seemed as if all the light in his life had left him, leaving nothing but darkness.

Softly the chains shuffled, and with them came the dark chuckle of the monster's own madness. Before him, a long shadow came up taking the shape of the man who once was. On his head, a noble had, followed by a flowing asortment of books and tomes all for the Alchemy he once used. "Whats the matter? Trying to remember the past? The vision said with a sadistic smile.

"Why do you haunt me spector, is it for the sin I never committed, or because you take a sick joy in watching me suffer?"

For a time, there came no response, only the dark grin of the man who once was. After a moment or two of the silence, its voice spoke once more.

"Hay, I have a fun game. Let's do a game of questions. I will ask and you answer." The Monster didn't respond. What is your name?

The monster just looked away, but the vision only followed his sight.

"Right, well next question, who where you?

"Nytchia, the reaping Alchemist." The Monster said.

"You do want to play! Good. Well if your Nytchia, then why are you here?"

"Because, I did a sin against the soul."

"And what sin was that?"

The Monster just sighed as the memories flooded back, his world rocked as he remembered all the people he took, the souls he used to fuel his might. It seemed clear is title the reaping Alchemist was well a-pointed. "Stealing the souls of non-combat personal to attack the enemy."

"What happened after that?"

"I was taken, held before the courts and tried. Found guilty my title, name, family name, everything was taken from me. Even my armor stripped and banned as stained by sin and no longer worthy of a name."

"Well at least you slightly remember. Well last question; who are you?"

Looking back where the shadowy creature was, the monster tried once more to break his heavy bonds, but to no avail. "I am what is left, when all the light is gone. I am the darkness that fills the void. I am nothing, and as such the title was burned into my mind, Skotino. That which is left, when all light is gone."

"Good, at least you know that. Well she is waiting for you, on the other side, I know you can see her, but your not leaving this life, no matter how hard you try, I won't let you die. I own you now, mind, body, and soul." The shade walked closer, the devilish grin still burned onto it's face. "And just for the record, you shouldn't be talking to yourself, some one might think you have gone mad, Skotino."

Shaking his head Skotino pulled back from his sleep, finding that it was all just a bad dream, a horrible dream. Was this the effect of the Dark Matter in his system, or the DNA of the noble creature he now represented in body. Either way his mind was slipping, and that thing, it's just waiting for the that moment, the moment when he gives into the madness, not that he has already lost it in the first place.

I need food...When are those snacks suppose to be back...I mean Scientists...Rocks aren't cutting it anymore.

Another roar emitted from the prison cell, deep in the pits of earth, where all the Skotino's had laid until called for battle. A dark hole in the ground, where no light seeped in, a place where if light did touch, it was followed by burning of the life giving ray.

Evaria Sintaris stood, eyes sweeping the room, stopping only to analyze the occasional person. They rested for a moment on Trent. 'Running out of supplies? He seems to be nervous, but rumour has it he is honorable. Maybe an ally?'
Evaria allowed herself a small grin. Spies all throughout Isora meant she had a firm grasp of what was going on. As her mentor had drilled into her head, "Knowledge is power. Knowledge of friends brings them closer, knowledge of enemies brings victory."
Idly, she began tapping on the hilt of her sword. So far, the meeting was just a waste of time, and she needed to get back to the desert to oversee the training of her troops.

A hazy, green view of the meeting room popped up onto the computer screen. The image shook up and down as it was jostled in the Ambassador's hands.

You see, the "recording device", was really a small camera that would allow for a visual and audio representation of what went on. So, technically, it was a recording device. And it gave Maxwell a very nice view on everyone in the room. All of their fidgetings, nervous habits, and telling gestures that would reveal information, hopefully important information.

Warren, Tobias
Age:59
Notes:
-Distinguished military service(See file)
-Retired at age 55
Status: UNIMPORTANT

Blackmail Material:
-Involved with affair concerning a younger, female officer during days in military(See file).

"Keep that tucked away for now, add anything if needed later..." Maxwell whispered. "Now, about you. You're causing a lot of trouble for me..."

Sintaris, Evaria
Age: 27
Notes:
-Gold Legion Leader
-M.A.D.s stock: DATA CORRUPTED
-Currently operating in western desert, plans for strike underway
Status: IMPORTANT

Blackmail Material
-n/a, all previously relevant material render obsolete, file update required.

"Alright, let's take some notes." He spoke.

>Small grin. Thinks she has a firm grip on planetary operations(Maybe). Smugness? Rested for a moment on Trent(See file). Analyzing him, threat, or ally(balance probability with playback later, analyze facial movements)?

>Trent. Nervous sweating. Small beverage stain near lap, food stain smudged on sleeve(rushed). Here to negotiate supplies maybe, sweating and formal attire suggest heavy diplomatic action and negotiation, yet stains and dirtiness suggest rush, pressure on, must be dealing with a matter of significance, like supplies for his people(ADDED TO FILE).

"Alright...maybe we can arrange something, Mr. Trent." Maxwell smiled. "We'll stab you in the back later."

OOC: Is the meeting still.... open?

IC: Winter Grey strode into the room, glanced at everybody here, and sat as if nothing happened.

"What's up? Anyone forcing anyone to a MAD fight?"

(Might as well finish this since I was typing it on my phone...)

From the far side cam the sound of a heavy boor being unbolted. Following it came the refreshing smell of freshly cut meat, blood still dripping off the cut strips.

Dropping the meat ring in front of Skotino the guardsmen just snickered at the sigh of the once noble alchemists, now just a lard reptile, more. East than a man.

"I almost feel bad for you, then I remember that you to insane to even know whats going on."

All Skotino did was eat his raw meat and ramble under his breath, his newly deep voice booming above all else. Grinding the meat in his Crystallized Teeth, Skotino payed little mind to the guard, his ravines hunger haven taken over his mind and body.

A boot, the solid thud of a metal boot against his obsidian colored scaled hid, a special armored his body had. Little did this ring over the sound of the chains raddling from the movement of the monster eating. "Look at you, what a pitiful excuse for a weapon." A second kick to the monster's skull, still no response from Skotino. "I wish I knew you when you where still human, I heard you where one of her lady ship's best soldiers. Yet here you are reduced to a common pet." A third kick. "Yet here you lay in the underground mausoleum of Skotino, a place where all light is removed and only Darkness remains. To be honest with you I have to say, to see some one who was once called 'The Reaper' haven fallen this far out of grace makes me wonder if your crime was of your choosing or if you where set up."

Looking up, the blinders over Skotino's kept him from seeing who it was beating him, but it couldn't hid the soul. Maybe a perk from the Dark Matter in his body, or a curse, either way the Creature was about to have enough of the unneeded punishment for a crime he had not commited.

A forth ring came out, of a metal boot kicking a hard surface, only this time it met teeth instead of scale. Fear shot through the Guards mind, locking him in place as the supposed insane monster's jaw slowly opened, showing the now crimson coated inside. A tongue, disigned by nature to pull flesh off the bone moved around inside the crimson chamber like a serpent about to strike.

The sound of a blood filled scream was heard, followed by the cunching of metal and bone.

Three more Guardsmen rushed in, only to find the first guardsmen on the ground holding the stump he once called a leg with a crimson pool starting to form around him. His screams where flushed out by the sight of the beast eating away at his new snack. After a second only a small pile of crushed bones where left followed by the Guardsmen dragging the injured man out of the room.

"Next time, bring more meat." Skotino chuckled before his world became dark once more.

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Watching Skotino from a reinforced window was the leader of the operation, an elder man whose many eons of experience condensed into a pale white halo of tuft around his balding head. His thick white eyebrows struggled in vain to cover his calm, deep-set eyes, which pierced through the bulletproof glass into the soul of the prisoner on the other side. A neatly pressed black tux and tie adorned his noble form, granting an extra measure of dignity to his increasingly aging body.

A low, powerful voice broke free from the depths of his throat and rumbled to his assistant, "This man intrigues me. See if you can't make a soldier out of him. The dark powers he wields may yet serve the greater good." With that, he turned on his heels and strode out of the room, leaving the assistant alone with the monster lurking just beyond the glass.
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Meetings

Tobias stepped up to the podium and rapped his gavel. When that failed to get anyone's attention, he pulled up the speaker and coughed loudly into it. "Ahem! Thank you all for responding on such short notice. Let us now convene the Spiral Council, wherein we shall examine the grievances between us and strive to reforge the unity and solidarity we once shared so long ago. Let us one and all take our seats at the table and partake of the cup of truth*."

He sat down in the great throne behind the podium and laced his fingers over his lap. He realized that there was unlikely to be a settlement today; in fact, it might even blow up in their faces, perhaps literally. But this conversation needed to be had, whatever the risk. Surely the other Captains recognized its importance as he did.

Even if they didn't, it was his job as Council Chairman to make them see it.

((This is a place holder till later. Sorry. I don't know if you meant for me to take over the assistant or not but I am running with it.))

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With a bit of a nerves gulp the assistant replied with a hesitant nod, he was suppose to turn a monster like that into a proper soldier. Let a lone the fact the the creature on the otherside of the bulletproof glass just ripped a heavily armored man's leg clean off then stripped it in less time then the Guards had time to even start pulling him out.

Once the suited man left the room the Assistant walked over to one of the tables, it seemed this room was the observation room designed to house a hand full of people at a time with all the equipment they needed for study. Tables, chairs, computers, even a coffee machine with the latest blend. "Blah, this stuff from the north is always so bitter and bland, but it does keep me awake." Taking a seat the man pulled over one of the notes and started reading while the coffee cooked to a full pot.

Meanwhile on the other side of the glass wall, Skotino watched. He had become away of the presence in the observation room shortly after the guards had left, and the demon came forth with it's endless questions.

"You know he is watching right. Trying to figure out away to make you more of a weapon then you already are." Skotino gave no responce. "Come on, you can't tell me it doesn't unnerve you, makes you want to lash out and try and get some more food. Hay I bet if you did a trick they would feed you some more."

Skotino felt his fully belly rumble as if he hadn't eaten in days, his mind was fooling him and yet he felt as if it was real as if he had been starved for days. Standing up the chains raddled, getting tighter around his body trying to pin him back down. Fighting it once more he pushed as hard as his body would allow.

One of the links snapped, followed by an alarm.

With in the time it Skotino to realize he was free the pain of three heavy objects pinned him back to the ground, flat on his underside. Looking up he realized what it was, the three gates designed to fall should a link snap. Snapped like large U spikes the tree gates would have crushed any other creature, but to him they just pinned him in place.

Trashing about he tried with all his might to fight the spikes, but to no avail. Inside the observation room the Assistant jumped at the sound and quake the Three gates made when they pinned the monster back to the ground.

"What in the world. Those chains are the same ones we use to tether down the S-Class Ships at the Docks, and here he just busted through it like it was nothing. What kind of monstrosity can do that." The Assistant said as he looked out.

Finally thee engineers rushed into the room once the beast had stopped fighting. Rushing in to fix the chains that had once held down the monster. Lights, as bright as the sun came on showing the size of the monster and how thick it was. Despite the light the creature gave no glare, only from the blinders over the eyes did a glare come from. The once dull glow of the Dark Matter sticking out of it's skin replacing that which should have been Ivory was not gone. Exposed to all was the true face of the monster in the brightest spot.

Across the monster's head a single rune was inscribed, if not burned. It was the Rune his family used to preform their dark Alchemy, taking advantage of all the information they had learned about Dark Matter and the like to destroy the souls and bodies of the enemy's they faced. "So, this thing can use Alchemy as well. Well I suppose it's a good thing he can't move, other wise...better not think about it."

Thumbing through the notes the man stopped when it came to talk about getting a reaction from the creature.

It seems as if the man once known as Nychia is no longer with us. Sadly he talks and acts human, but deep down I can see his mind has been taken over by the dark nature of the crystal in his system. He still reacts and talks, but at times he is not talking to us but instead something it calls 'M'. Perhaps his mental limits are being pushed by each experiment we do. Just last week we asked him to preform some of the Alchemy he once knew. Flawlessly he did it with the shortest of movements. Having to watch a man, who of course was one of the many people on death row here at the prison, get his soul removed. It seemed as if from taking the soul of the man one of the crystal's on his body got bigger, its my opinion that he is taking away the 'energy' from the body leaving behind a husk. The energy is then stored for later use, however after a moment Skotino lifted his head and the Husk stood up, like a puppet being controlled by strings.

The monster looked at us, and the puppet dashed at us like it had lost its mind, the look of a beast trying to attack out of diseased animal. So this is the Nychia's gift. Able to take the soul then use it's energy to control the body. On further investigation it turns out, the strongest at the families Alchemy is dubbed 'The Reaper' and after seeing this skill for my self first hand, I can say this; never once was a title more fitting.

The scribbles after that became less legible and more like the ramblings of a mad man. For some reason the observation room it's self didn't look like it was in the peak condition either, as if it was just left in shambles after an incident of some kind. "Right, so it's an insane Alchemist that listen's to it's gut over reason. I can work with that." The Assistant said as he left the observation room. At the same time the Engineer's where trying to get the chain re-attached from where the link snapped.

"All is quiet at the Polar Caps, and though we are as low on supplies as ever..." the Ambassador starts, before looking around at the other Captains.

"...we have adjusted with time. We no longer need your supplies, so we appreciate your help.

Unfortunately, there have been no findings as of late to yield any value, unless ice, sleet, hail, and saltwater was what you desire. We have an abundance of those. It is with regret to say that our being sent to the polar caps was for naught in terms of industrial findings.

We are, however, observing the changes within ice floes. Forecasting weather should prove much more accurate at much farther dates, once we finish our theory on wind currents. A vital set of information to know for construction and agriculture, I might add.

The Polar Legions will find a way to repay the debts as soon as it can, you have my word."

Of course, the information about food shortages was a lie. Most of the food received had been put into stockpile, and with the ever-cold weather present, shelf life for MREs had extended by a few decades. If the Polar Regions were to ration their food, they could last well over two decades with an increasing population. The Ambassador, though, knew not if there were any spies within the Legion's ranks. She hoped not; starving people out was going to be a trump card for the upcoming conflict. Undoubtedly, Lady Grey or some other Captain would have to be facing with civil unrest and food shortages...right?

OOC : Thin, I believe we need stimuli for a conference to be needed. You should've hit us with some sets of disadvantages so there'd be other reasons than just the one radical movement of government X and Y. History does not exactly happen because of just one thing alone ^-^

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. But are you sure you don't need any supplies, Ambassador?" Winter leaned forward, his eyes searching the Ambassador's for a lie.

"The Azure legion is doing well, nothing eventful has happened. I am with Sir Tobias on his opinion. I believe we need to rejoin each other. I know each of us here may not want to, and I can understand that. But we need to start trusting each other again."

He stopped, and looked at everyone attending the meeting, his eyes piercing, but not accusing, moved slowly between the commanders, before finally coming to rest back on Tobias.

"Even if we've all done something that the others condone."

He crossed his arms and waited for any replies. He knew he was not detached from his statement, the others hadn't contacted him since he'd expanded his territory into the neutral villages. He sighed deeply and wondered whether or not he should reveal his plans for the future, as bad as it sounded, he felt like some honesty needed prod the others into the commitment.

"Positively certain," the Ambassador affirms, staring right back at Grey.

OOC : Winter Grey is a female.

OOC: I know. I'm stupid. I'm sorry. Ugh. STUPID!

Grey looked away from the Ambassador. His gaze was unsettling. She turned to *insert Colray name here*, and spoke, "There is a saying in an ancient language known as the Chinese. 'Join together, and it is certain we break apart. Break apart too long, and it is certain we join together.' I say joining each other would be a reckless choice, one which might cause more trouble than good. "

Why do we fall down my son?

A child, fallen in the mud with a cut up knee in robes of dark with a crimson crest stitched into the back looked up at a man with a much larger version of his own cloths.

So we may stand taller. The child said, still crying but slowly hoisting himself up high.

The older man smiled as he held his son with one hand, a smile gracing his face in the presence of the young child. Behind them a villiage set at the dusk with heavy rain clouds still moving to the south. It was a tired town, made from brick and shingles. To the average man it was home, working man a school. A place for Dark Alchemists to do their craft in peace from the outside world.

Come a long son, we still have much to learn before we can call it a day.

Following the tall man, the child smiled with the glee of youth. Perhaps a symbol of the one mans innocents, but off in the distance more men stood. Armed to the teeth with swords and armor made from the matter they used in their dark arts. Every now and again a bright light flashed from the tallest building in the center of the town, the lights of the damned as the rest of the world called it.

A second flash, followed by another.

All across the town purple flashes came, followed by a hollow waling. Crimson painted walls while at the same time a beast in the guise of a man stood tall with a heavy hooded coat, and the mask of a Draconian skull adorning his face. His eyes, burning with the flames of a purple glow.

The growling and moaning of the freshly risen dead walking through the streets made the sound of the gun fire all but mute. If there was any reconsile for a hell on earth, this was as close as any mortal man could get. Meanwhile in the distance, atop the tower the flash of purple rang forth for the last time.

Lifting one heavily armored hand, the hooded man pointed at the large building, now full of barricades and a garrison holding the last of the towns in populaces. Each one holding in one hand a book, and in the other a rope chanting the same thing over and over again.

"Till out last we pray, till the day we must pay. To follow the path of the holy, yet wall the tail to the void. In our hand, the tome of our power to smite in the name of our lord, in the other a rope to hang ourselves when we finish."

In the Hooded mans hands, a weapon forge of fire and brimson, powered by the darkest of matter, aimed at the soldiers whom stood between him and the others of his kind.

When it was said and done, the hooded man said down, in a pool of crimson, his hood down and mask removed. The child who had lived and learned from the village now stood at it's grave. Just a mess of blood and ashes. In the distance the sound of ships and soldiers marching came. Their goal, to remove the threat that had just destroyed the only source of Dark Alchemists. Even the masters of the land came, to shackle down the monster if whom was resposible for this act against his fellow man.

Taken and bound in chains the hooded man laughed his whole way. The Reaper was now to suffer the fate worse then death it's self, to have all the light taken from his name, to have his name taken from his body. To become Skotino, but it seemed as if fate wanted to do more.

In the darkness of its cell, Skotino was to suffer the removal of humanity its self by science, the one thing that had gotten him in this situation to start with.

In the cell, to large for a man, a group of scientists toiled. With them, the bones of the unwilling test subject to use it's body as a frame. On the other side, the Crystals they needed to fuel the process. What happened in that moment came down to the inhuman screams of a mans death, and the birth of a monster.

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Snapping back to reality Skotino looked around, the three heavy gates still weighting him down, and the engineers taking a break while the metal cooled.

A hollow voice emitted from between the pinned monster's lips. "A dream, it was only...a dream."