Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
On second thought, since Soltyria looted your Water Academy, this isn't much of an issue! 
SSNES: Fall of Wu'di
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Kozmos
Jew Detective
That was low blow SS....*goes into fetal position and cries*
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt? 
BTW, you've got another avvie!
BTW, you've got another avvie!
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Yup and its the main man himself. SORIDDO SUNEKU!!!(Japanese, Solid Snake)
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Silver, you failed to answer my questions!
Cleric, did you want me to make any coins or anything?
Cleric, did you want me to make any coins or anything?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
No, no...it would be heresy to me to modify mgs characters in any way. It would be like Inquisitor to say that religion sucks. (from OT)
I still remember it clearly. My second waking.
The man had cackled so. He was mad. I knew it from the second I had sensed him.
He had asked if I was alive.
"Of course." I had said.
He laughed again. I shouted at him, but he had ignored it.
He read something from his book. I felt a shock. He was definitely an adept.
Another shock. It hit my head. Thoughts flooded in. My brief awakening was revealed to be but the tip of a tower of thought. I remembered. My youth, my time in the army, my- death. The pain of that cold, hard blade shot through me again. I instinctively leapt to my feet- or at least tried. My leg twitched and my arm flopped off to the side.
The Adept read more from his book. More shocks wracked my body. Everything I had ever felt surged through my body. My back twisted, and I rolled off to the side. My roll was stopped as my arm stuck out to stop me.
I had movement. I gazed at my arm. It was discoloured, or maybe it was the moonlight above. Signs of slight decay riddled my arm. I looked down at my chest. The gaping wound was there, putrifying. But I felt no pain.
"Now, rise servant."
The man's words coursed through me, and I rose.
"They thought I was mad, delving into the realm of death. They banished me, and now you will lead my dead to avenge this!"
The feeling hit me again. The orders. And something else. I gazed around. The whole clearing was filled with standing dead. And I felt them. I felt, somehow, control over them. I led them. But to serve who? This mad adept?
"That was an order!" shouted the man.
The feeling hit me again. The feeling of his control. But it was weaker.
The adept realised this too.
I stepped towards him. The mans eyes widened. I reached out as he began to back away, desperately reciting something from his book. My left hand closed on his head, my right around his neck. They tensed. I felt things cracking and breaking in my grip. The man cried out, then went limp. I dropped him to the ground.
I took a good look at his crushed cranium. I recognized the face, from somewhere. Perhaps he had been a magi in my old town. My- damn. The thought was locked somewhere. I couldn't think of it. Not all of my thoughts, apparently, had survived the journey through death.
But some that I had never had before were now mine.
I felt the dying spark of the man's magic. In my mind, I reached out. It jumped to my finger, spreading through me. Another thought came to me. I looked down on him, and concentrated. My will spread to him, a tiny spark of life- corrupted life, awoke in him. It spread.
The man rose to his feet.
"Hello again." It was now my turn to laugh. For he who had sought to control me was now mine. Utterly, totally mine.
The man had cackled so. He was mad. I knew it from the second I had sensed him.
He had asked if I was alive.
"Of course." I had said.
He laughed again. I shouted at him, but he had ignored it.
He read something from his book. I felt a shock. He was definitely an adept.
Another shock. It hit my head. Thoughts flooded in. My brief awakening was revealed to be but the tip of a tower of thought. I remembered. My youth, my time in the army, my- death. The pain of that cold, hard blade shot through me again. I instinctively leapt to my feet- or at least tried. My leg twitched and my arm flopped off to the side.
The Adept read more from his book. More shocks wracked my body. Everything I had ever felt surged through my body. My back twisted, and I rolled off to the side. My roll was stopped as my arm stuck out to stop me.
I had movement. I gazed at my arm. It was discoloured, or maybe it was the moonlight above. Signs of slight decay riddled my arm. I looked down at my chest. The gaping wound was there, putrifying. But I felt no pain.
"Now, rise servant."
The man's words coursed through me, and I rose.
"They thought I was mad, delving into the realm of death. They banished me, and now you will lead my dead to avenge this!"
The feeling hit me again. The orders. And something else. I gazed around. The whole clearing was filled with standing dead. And I felt them. I felt, somehow, control over them. I led them. But to serve who? This mad adept?
"That was an order!" shouted the man.
The feeling hit me again. The feeling of his control. But it was weaker.
The adept realised this too.
I stepped towards him. The mans eyes widened. I reached out as he began to back away, desperately reciting something from his book. My left hand closed on his head, my right around his neck. They tensed. I felt things cracking and breaking in my grip. The man cried out, then went limp. I dropped him to the ground.
I took a good look at his crushed cranium. I recognized the face, from somewhere. Perhaps he had been a magi in my old town. My- damn. The thought was locked somewhere. I couldn't think of it. Not all of my thoughts, apparently, had survived the journey through death.
But some that I had never had before were now mine.
I felt the dying spark of the man's magic. In my mind, I reached out. It jumped to my finger, spreading through me. Another thought came to me. I looked down on him, and concentrated. My will spread to him, a tiny spark of life- corrupted life, awoke in him. It spread.
The man rose to his feet.
"Hello again." It was now my turn to laugh. For he who had sought to control me was now mine. Utterly, totally mine.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Wow@story, Iggy! 
I demand more!
I demand more!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
You're welcome. 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
For those of you who have not noticed, the stats are updated. (Except from the fragmentation of Wu'di, which I have not forgotten and most assuredly will do) I will do the update as soon as all orders are in. Make sure to conclude your diplo before you send orders. In any case, I will start working by Friday at the latest.
EDIT: Also,
2000th Post! Ten'chaaaaar!!!![[party]](/images/smilies/partytime.gif "Party [party]")
EDIT: Also,
2000th Post! Ten'chaaaaar!!!
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
Silver you forgot to add my Fire magic to my stats. Also, Cleric, on second thought I don't bother to invade you. I've got my prospects on other magic branches, and i know where I can get Water Magic aswell. Also, Shaemar is under attack by the Undead horders.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
OOC: Orders Sent, I didn't invade Benethrezim.
IC:
To: Shaemar
From: Soltyria
We have delibered and we came to the conclusion that for the future of the Solonian and Tyrian peoples we must stick together. We are sending our army to help you against the undead.
IC:
To: Shaemar
From: Soltyria
We have delibered and we came to the conclusion that for the future of the Solonian and Tyrian peoples we must stick together. We are sending our army to help you against the undead.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Reno, your orders... 
It made a great difference, you know?
It made a great difference, you know?After destroying and enslaving the man who had declared himself my 'master', I found myself, in stark contrast to my total focus on destroying him, totally unsure of what to do.
I was dead, as were my countless fellows. But the man who had done this... well, he was now one of us. I tried to look at the other dead, but my memories of life were, for the most part, fragmented and missing. It was maddening. I would have comprehension of something so important, but I could understand no deals. Among the other living dead could have been some of my best friends? Possibly one of them had been the man who had driven that blade into my chest? Maddening.
So that became my goal, my driving force. I would find my past.
But being totally lost, not to mention missing a good deal of my living memory, made this difficult. I lead the dead for a time I can't even remember how long it was. Being dead, I needed no sustenance or sleep, so there was little to judge the time by.
The first thing we found was a small village. Upon first sight, the people either took up arms against us or fled. I wished no quarrel, though a dark urge in my head commanded me to slaughter them and bring them into my army. I suppressed the thought, and left. The villagers didn't pursue.
That meeting brought me important knowledge. Perhaps I had overlooked this, or perhaps it was a missing memory of life, but humans do not tolerate the living dead.
This fact was only confirmed with repeated attacks from the human nations, the name of which I knew not. I was forced to give fight, and did I ever. Their intolerance for the situation of I and my fellow dead showed nothing but intolerance for our situation, which we had not been willingly put into. It was a small but pleasant revenge when, after driving the living off, I rose the bodies of the recently departed. They would see things from the other side, and understand. My hope of seeking help from magic-wielders, however, withered. I would have to find out by myself, but I had no idea of how to get around to that.
So once again, I was a ship adrift. Wandering through lands devoid of civilization, a calling extended into my mind. Something distant to the north called to me. I answered.
It was something of great power. An oracle, perhaps? But what it was didn't matter. I had nothing else to do. So northwards I travelled, to that mysterious beacon. A beacon of hope? Or something else?
I was dead, as were my countless fellows. But the man who had done this... well, he was now one of us. I tried to look at the other dead, but my memories of life were, for the most part, fragmented and missing. It was maddening. I would have comprehension of something so important, but I could understand no deals. Among the other living dead could have been some of my best friends? Possibly one of them had been the man who had driven that blade into my chest? Maddening.
So that became my goal, my driving force. I would find my past.
But being totally lost, not to mention missing a good deal of my living memory, made this difficult. I lead the dead for a time I can't even remember how long it was. Being dead, I needed no sustenance or sleep, so there was little to judge the time by.
The first thing we found was a small village. Upon first sight, the people either took up arms against us or fled. I wished no quarrel, though a dark urge in my head commanded me to slaughter them and bring them into my army. I suppressed the thought, and left. The villagers didn't pursue.
That meeting brought me important knowledge. Perhaps I had overlooked this, or perhaps it was a missing memory of life, but humans do not tolerate the living dead.
This fact was only confirmed with repeated attacks from the human nations, the name of which I knew not. I was forced to give fight, and did I ever. Their intolerance for the situation of I and my fellow dead showed nothing but intolerance for our situation, which we had not been willingly put into. It was a small but pleasant revenge when, after driving the living off, I rose the bodies of the recently departed. They would see things from the other side, and understand. My hope of seeking help from magic-wielders, however, withered. I would have to find out by myself, but I had no idea of how to get around to that.
So once again, I was a ship adrift. Wandering through lands devoid of civilization, a calling extended into my mind. Something distant to the north called to me. I answered.
It was something of great power. An oracle, perhaps? But what it was didn't matter. I had nothing else to do. So northwards I travelled, to that mysterious beacon. A beacon of hope? Or something else?
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
Silver Steak said:Reno, your orders...
Well, I just couldn't let things roll on their own weight in Shaemar.
Also, don't allow Cleric to destroy my scrolls, as I really didn't invade him. (And I took precautions in case he tried to destroy them.)
I'll be gone until Monday, so I won't be able to answer to anything for a while. Leaving in a couple of hours.
Betrayed
The eye of the wolf...
Orders sent.
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