Fall From Heaven NES

[Immaculate]

yeah- creative licence.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

Immaculate, I've read all of your stories, but have no problem with the amount of characters

 

[TheJopa]

Responding to one PM:


I'm not sure about cannon. BUT I thought about issue about people that got their souls 'drained' through the ritual. I will probably enforce this non-canon-but-possible part of lore as our cannon.

Soul is normally indivisible and not separate-able until death. But through some dark means, soul can be ripped out of alive men.

Men can still remain alive but is definitely much, much different.

Soul is connected with emotions, and with afterlife, and to a degree to experiences, memories...

Humans without souls usually do not live very long. Most fall into state of coma, or severe depression. Some die within hours, some go months or years in that sorry state.

It is also possible that men 'recovers' from that state, but it usually means that he gets to suffer from severe madness, or that he gets a little more than walking emotionless skeleton. Some insane people are actually such because they have no souls.

Many weak spirits and souls that inhabit Erebus, unable to leave it for Arawns vaults, or possibly they were cast away from there. Some more powerful souls appear as shades or ghosts, but more often they are too weak to manifest in Erebus. But, if they come across the soulless alive creature, they try to take control over it, dozens of hundreds of souls all ripping the poor man's mind apart, driving him to madness and being a real cause for insanity.

It is also possible, through a ritual, to summon a specific soul to a new soulless body, usually through most heroic or most vile and demonic means.

 

[Ekolite]

Soul-Hunter​

Agron sat in his office at the very top of the stone Palace's highest Tower. They called it the Bird's Nest. The walls were round and made of perfectly carved marble with large, glassless windows on every side. From here it was rumoured that Agron could oversee the entire Empire, from Nubia all the way to the Northlands. Of course, whether this was true or not was debatable, but few ever found out for sure. In the centre of the room was a large oak desk and chair, where he always sat when he was dealing with the affairs of state. One thing Herodir, the messenger, noticed was that it was icy cold in the Tower and regularly would strong winds like the breath of Mulcarn torrent through the windows and into the chamber. Agron didn't even flinch. The other thing that was noticeable was that the room was meticulously tidy, and the only items on his Lordship's desk was a pot of ink, a quill, and a single document. A raven was perched haughtily upon a wooden stand and looked down at Herodir with disdain, yellow eyes glaring. He had been waiting to receive Agron's attention for almost half an hour and he didn't think he could last much longer in the intense, almost searingly low temperatures.

''Ahem.'' The messenger cleared his throat meaningfully, and Agron looked up from the document, face carefully emotionless.
''What is it?'' He said, his tone as cold as his office. In his ears he could hear the beating of Herodir's heart increase further in pace.
''I have a treaty for you to observe master. It is from the Amurites, they have sent a diplomat to meet with you.'' He said, trying hard to fight the shivers and keep his voice steady. At this word 'Amurite', Agron's eyes seemed to sharpen and he gave the messenger a scrutinising stare. Herodir avoided making eye contact and stood uncertainly for what seemed like an age, until Agron nodded silently. ''I will talk with him in the morn'' At this Herodir walked up to the desk and handed him the document before turning back to the tall oaken door in haste. He grasped the door handle hurriedly and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.
''You will stay'', said Agron darkly. Herodir turned round to face him, and saw that Agron now motioned to a small wooden chair in front of one of the windows that he could have sworn had not been there a moment ago. He sat upon it and felt the cold breeze from the window burst down his tunic, chilling his spine.

They sat in silence for several minutes. The raven, who's name was Fig, shifted uncomfortably from leg to leg, as if in impatience, before taking flight in a burst of black and grey feathers. A moment later it was perched in the rafters of the Office ceiling, from which it watched Herodir intensely. Outside, the sun was setting, and the temperature sharply dropped even further. Fits of shivering overcame Herodir's fear of his Master, yet still, when he spoke his voice was little more then a whisper, ''Please sir, it is icy cold.''

Agron looked down on him, and suddenly Herodir was filled with fear, a longing to escape from this vile imitation of a man. His eyes shone momentarily with a pupil-less, pink glare, but it faded as instantaneously as it had came and Herodir began to doubt if it had really been there, and not simply a creation of his own over-active imagination. Agron's expression was stern, sinister almost.

''Remove your clothes.''

''Wha..?'' Herodir began, but stopped himself. He stood and carefully removed his tunic. He paused hoping this would be enough. Agron continue to stare in a way that seemed almost invasive, as if he could see his thoughts. He probably could, Herodir considered as he undid his belt and let his loose-fitting trousers fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and stood, submissively, in his loincloth.

Agron stood up from his chair and paced slowly towards him. ''I said remove your clothes.''
''Master!'' He protested desperately, knowing that some vampires grew bored in their immortal lives and had turned to alternate ways to entertain themselves then a friendly game over the Mereena Board. Agron stopped inches from his face, his eyes were pink again, but this time the colour held, remained. Agron reached down and loosened his loincloth, pulling it away and leaving his blue thighs bear. Agron's eyes flared brightly with the pink light, as he pushed Herodir to the floor with inhuman strength. He looked down on him with a smirk and called to Fig, who fluttered down from the ceiling and grasped the man's clothes in its long talons. It flew out of the window and returned several minutes later, talons empty. Agron returned to his desk and continued reading the document. It was entitled ''The Treaty of Acaia.'' Herodir's chair had vanished, he had lost his Lord's favour. He sat upon the cold marble floor which looked and felt like a slab of pure ice.

''The dogs want Acaia!'' Agron declared angrily, Herodir was unsure whether it was directed at him or not, and so remained silent. Agron looked up from the document towards the man cowering on the floor beefore him, as if searching for a response.

''Are you cold, mister Herodir?'' He said, calmly.
''M-m-master, I-I am like ice.'' He shivered in reply.
''Remarkable, you have survived a long time indeed. Many would have perished from the cold.'' His tone was matter-of-fact and without compassion.
''Th-thank you Sir.''

Agron walked over to him, apparently he had lost interest in the treaty. ''Stand up.'' He commanded the servant. Agron looked him up and down, his skin and lips were noticeably blue and his skin was covered in gooseflesh. ''The Human reaction to cold really is fascinating, you know. Look at yourself.'' Herodir looked at his arms uncertainly. Agron reached down and pulled a thin dagger from a sheath hidden in his cloak. He inspected it vainly for a moment before plunging it firmly into Herodir's flesh. The man's eyes flung open and he fell to the floor squirming. Agron's carefully calculated stab wound had been done in such a way that although it would cause serious pain, it would not kill.

''Remain still man! Do you want me to make a mistake and kill you?'' As he stretched the man out on the floor
''M-M-Master, what are you doing to me?''
''I am looking for your soul.'' He told him simply. Herodir's thoughts swam as Agron made further incisions across his chest and stomach. The pain was intense and overwhelming at times and he drifted into unconsciousness.

When he awoke again it was like a scene from a nightmare. Strewn across the floor was a naked body that seemed to have been opened up and unfolded. The entrails and organs had been scooped out and removed and only the heart remained, still beating strongly in a pool of blood. Suddenly he saw the face and fell to the floor in horror, which to his surprise was several feet further away then he had expected.

''Amazing.'' said a man dressed in the robes of a Priest, watching the actions of the delocalised soul, ''Simply amazing.''
''Will the body survive?'' asked another.
Agron took a moment before answering, he had been stunned by the outcome of the experiment. In all his previous attempts he had found no soul, and he had begun to suspect that the ancient process of Seperation was simply a myth. ''I... I cannot be sure.'' He said, uncertainly, ''We must wait and see.''
''My Lord, it is unthinkably cold in this room.'' said one of the priests, in obvious discomfort, while prodding the cowering soul with his staff.
''My apologies gentlemen, these temperatures are a necessary component of the experiment, souls outside of their bodies are only visible in these temperatures. See the Crystals of it?'' He gestured to the soul. It was true, the creature did indeed appear to be assembled from tiny crystals, like snowflakes. Frozen Aether. ''Of course, now you can surely see their potential for use? Assuming we can make the process... Efficient.'' The Priests agreed hurriedly, it was true, the spectres would indeed have their uses...

 

[orangelex44]

I would like to note at this point, I mentioned that with a little money and creativity you can get better things than bears. Kol has thoughtfully proved my point, I think...

Anyway, self-serving praise at my foresight aside, good story. A little... hmmm... gruesome, but entertaining. Proof that a little evil still exists in this Erebus.

 

[Immaculate]

Arghh... Gross!

EDIT: and considerably more frightening then bears (or bear cavalry)

 

[Ekolite]

Hahaha, you just wait till the ''Soul Seperation for Idiots'' Handbook

 

[orangelex44]

Arghh... Gross!

EDIT: and considerably more frightening then bears (or bear cavalry)

I would hope so, since Spectres have the Fear promotion.

 

[Immaculate]

Whats going on with the Kuriotates and the Grigori game-wise?
I thought Masada was joining but he never really starting posting or anything.
Also, are you (theJopa) going to try and recruit a Grigori player?

 

[TheJopa]

I still miss orders from Luchuirp and Kuriotates.

 

[Masada]

Sorry about this, I honestly intended to join, but I've neglected it for other projects and for some ****ed up reason I cannot access my email to even recheck my stats. Consider me dropped sorry.

 

[Ekolite]

The Pre-thread for EkoNES is up. Feel free to comment or make suggestions.

 

[LDiCesare]

When can we expect an update?
TheJopa, if you want one or two players to take over Grigori and/or Kuriotates, what about posting a thread with this subject either here or (and?) in the FfH forum?

This thread: http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=22048&page=18 is supposed to list open spots in NESes but it doesn't seem to have been used much recently?

 

[TheJopa]

Update is finished, so it will most likely be up tomorrow.

For players, I need a player familiar with FfH lore, and that unfortunately seems to eliminate most of the cadre... That, and fact that rules are one notch more complicated than usual.

 

[Ekolite]

I may be able to help, I know a bit about FFH lore.

 

[Tyrs]

I think he's talking about for new players

 

[Ekolite]

Ah. Maybe advertise for places in the FFH Lore forum then? Or more specifically in the Random stories thread. Both me and Immy have posted our FFHNES stories there so there might be some interest?

 

[Immaculate]

Update is finished, so it will most likely be up tomorrow.

I grew up in a very rural area and we were mostly stuck in the farmlands. Every week, my parents would take us to church and if we were good at church, afterwards we would go to the store and my sister and I would get an ice-cream cone. I used to look forward to that trip into town for church and an ice-cream cone all week, fantasize about it every day starting monday and by the time saturday came it felt like i was almost in pain.

Josip, you make updates feel like trips into town for ice-cream cones but the waiting is like a million saturdays all lined up. please, please, please , give us the update. GIVE US OUR ICE-CREAM.

Haha- but seriously, update soon please. I want to know who's stabbed me in the back.

 

[Ekolite]

Well it sure wasn't me .

 

[orangelex44]

Stabbed? Never stabbed. Perhaps a little, uh, misinterpretation of relationships, though.

Speaking of which... I have a couple stories I was goinh to post, I'll do that now.

EDIT: I'll do that when I get to a computer that has the stories on it.