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Post by Shaman Chill on Aug 5, 2015 21:14:00 GMT -8
The main portion of the Netherworld, this is where all those who die will go, force user or non force user. This is the middle-ground, and/or battleground, of the dead.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 20:45:16 GMT -8
The scene held the oddest ambiance about it, the Valley was simultaneously charged with blinding Light yet shrouded in a terrifying veil of Darkness. No balanced center ground truly existed, nor could it; the potential Grey area between Light and the Dark was stained Blood Red. The Field was both the place of the Highest Honor and Deepest Depravation. It held the queer recognition as the Final Battlefield of Light and Dark, which was to be fielded again and again and again....
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 29, 2018 18:03:06 GMT -8
On a distant high plateau above the Valley below a pair of Warriors were locked in a never-ending battle. Blades clanged together in an endless test of martial skills. This was no eternal punishment; it was a reward bestowed upon two men of the finest skill, vitality and character. Blood and steel. An eerie symphony of pounding drums and wailing pipes accompanying the combatants could be heard in the background
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 30, 2018 22:50:22 GMT -8
Across the Valley a Raven flew casting an ominous shadow over the Dark Valley below. The was something prophetic in the birds passing yet to be told
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 31, 2018 0:25:13 GMT -8
The bird passed by the the cold battlefield as it had came not so long ago
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 12:58:51 GMT -8
The Old man landed on feet but was quickly dragged from the Place and moved again. As he was pulled away The Old man could see the Battle of Immortals on the hill. The scene was pleasing and calming. Then he was gone
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jan 11, 2019 1:51:03 GMT -8
The light from the cave faded into clouds and fog. There was an ever-present light emanating from somewhere, and Mariah looked around. Something didn’t feel right. She looked around and didn’t see her crimson counterpart anywhere. She looked toward the heavens.
Hey, bird-for-brains! Do you hear me! Take me back! I did as you wanted! Now take me home!
The sound died quickly as it escaped her lips. There was no cavernous echo, and there was a new chill in the air that surpassed anything she felt on Ilum, or anything in her life for that matter. She looked at her empty hands and started to scramble around for her blade, forgetting the blade of the other. She was screaming into the void
Get me home you dumb kriffing birds! Hey! HEEEY!
She inhaled and screamed as loud as her lungs would allow.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 1, 2019 20:31:42 GMT -8
Good for...
She was hoarse. Her voice was barely a raspy whisper. Blue stumbled aimlessly through the dust and the fog, tripping over her own feet. Lips dry, her nose crusty from dried nosebleeds, and skin growing paler with each step, she had lost track of how long she had been wandering.
Nothing…
Blue began coughing, wincing at the pain that followed. A mist of blood vanished into the air in front of her.
Birds…
The lost soul continued to wander through the wasteland.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 7, 2019 1:10:57 GMT -8
Huginn appeared above the wastes of the Valley of the Dead and began circling where he had last known the woman's soul to reside. He cawed into the void and was met with silence as there was nothing for the voice to echo off of.
Wind-swept tracks below him pointed in the direction of wandering, and he began to lazily follow their meanderings through the ash.
Far ahead of the lofty bird, what remained of the woman continued to aimlessly stumble forward. Time had taken a toll on her mind and her body as both had withered in the void of life.
Blue stopped on the edge of a dry riverbank, but the sandy ash seemed to flow ever so slowly along.
It's two pence to cross
She looked up and saw what looked to be a two-and-a-half-meter tall beetle standing on its hind legs. Its voice was higher pitched than she expected it to be, but then again, it was the first voice she had heard in an age as her own voice had long since left her.
She reached into her robes but pulled out only dust that faded from her hands. The beetle shook its head and clicked in disappointment.
Sorry, ma'am. It seems as though you weren’t left with anything up there. I can’t help you cross.
It turned and pointed down the river behind him.
Some have gone back down the river that way while others -
It turned back toward her and pointed over her head the other direction.
- Have walked that-a-way. I do not know if there is another crossing as nobody has returned to tell me if that is the case. Maybe they crossed, maybe they continued to wander, maybe they got lost.
She slumped down in defeat. After a moment, she looked back up at it and made swimming motions. It shook its head.
Nobody who I have seen attempt it made it very far before falling below the surface. I am not saying it’s impossible, but in the time I have offered rides, I have never witnessed a success.
She mouthed "How long," but it was all she could mutter. It looked down at her.
I have been here as long as I can remember. I have given many rides across and turned as many away, unfortunately.
She pointed across the way and mouthed "What," and it nodded in return.
I don’t know what’s over there. It just is. Some wish to be over there, and some of those can’t afford it.
Uncertain. She turned away and began wandering up the bank. The beetle shouted after her.
Good luck and safe travels.
That was a while ago. Or was it a moment ago? She turned back and looked down the riverbank and found nothing but an empty void. She began to wonder what was across the way, but how long had she been trudging along this bank? Was it really that dangerous? What made it so dangerous?
She continued.
The riverbank rose high as it curved, cutting a cliff into the hill. Step after step she took upward, and the cliff beside her became sheerer until she was walking over a thin overhang of dust. The last thing she felt was her stomach jumping into her throat as she fell into the abyss.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 11, 2019 4:29:42 GMT -8
Huginn soared over the wastes. the tracks the soul had left in the ash, and the dust was fading with the passage of time. Realizing that trying to follow her with time moving forward, he expanded his search through all eras.
He saw her, struggling across the plains, speaking with the oarman and wandering up the river.
Time had stopped for him as he watched the ground beneath her feet give way. Slowly, the motion played out of her falling. He landed on the edge of the cliff and cocked his head to the side. It was too late for the soul now.
The event happened quite some time ago as the hole that was left in the side of the cliff had already eroded away into a smooth edge. He reached out and could not feel her presence in the wasteland.
Her soul had already drowned in Chaos.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Mar 24, 2021 19:57:36 GMT -8
*& there he was standing dumbfounded in the Otherworld* -An Tiarna- "Ach! Not this shite again...."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Mar 25, 2021 18:20:50 GMT -8
The Old man had an odd familiarity with this Realm of the Otherworld. He was actually had an eerie familiarity with the Place. One that went far beyond knowing the lay of the land but indeed knowing what this Sacred Ground was, that being a Battlefield. Those dressing The Old man wondered if this Sacred Ground merely appeared as he craved to see it..... Yes.... To some The Higher Powers, or whatever they desired to be called, made it different. Like some would want sugar,spice & dancers in colorful flamboyant suit carjeeling 'round tossing rose peddles all over. Made sense. At any rate he knew full well where he was going. That wacked out fruitcake hugging & moaning to eternally celebrate their Darkness held no appeal to him. No doubt many a dear friend from Life was mired in that Dance. The Old man had more than enough Light in his eternal Soul to head in the other direction & so he would. The Eternal Warrior walked slowly. & along he went for some time, when from weekly out of nowhere stood a little creature. Human, so it seemed.mi In an eloquent white dress. Round full face, dark complexion & perhaps the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. The Monster man looked down on her ominously but spoke ever so gentle* - An Tiarna- "& who might you be sweetheart?" *Smiling widely the girl said* "I'm here for you."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Mar 25, 2021 20:55:50 GMT -8
*The Old man 's brows rose & eyes opened wide for a second before collecting himself & saying with a shite eating grin in a merry voice* -An Tiarna- "You don't say!," * Massive right hand sweeping out as he said* -An Tiarna- "Lead away little one!" *Right arm swing down he gently took the girls tiny hand into the safe hallow of his own. & so they strolled on speechlessly & slow. Suddenly he stopped & looked down questioning* -An Tiarna- "Surely you don't nest in that one ghoulish freak show cause I ain't goin there...." *The Celestial being giggled* "No silly were not going there. No worry." * The Big Ugly's mouth hung open, set to chastise the AngelChildThingie & set her straight that he feared nothing but he shut his gate & continued walking*
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Post by Mictēcacihuātl on Apr 22, 2021 0:31:01 GMT -8
Death is death
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 31, 2021 23:28:53 GMT -8
And there she was. Both feet firmly set on the ground. She looked around at the surroundings eyes narrowing in confusion. This was not Juvex. Where she was.... This was. Retracing as much as possible a point struck her. Rather hard. I was shot? Yes. And you are dead. A bit sooner than she expected. And she wept. And wept. Sinking down to her knees she sobbed uncontrollably. Her lungs hurt. They do that dead? Drag. She cried more. On and on. Until she could hear him screaming 'Stop Morrigan! You're a disgrace to depression!' And that made her at least half laugh. Pulling herself together she stood. Unsure of why her hands kept passing over her face probing. For what? That's it! To check if anything is there! She stopped cold -Morrigan- "Yuck!" And she walked. And walked. And walked. Was this it?
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 2, 2021 1:08:48 GMT -8
And smack! There she dropped. Feet planting firm in soil.... And then she spoke -Morrigan- "Wow I tripped into Mando Valhalla! " Signing deep "Well. Pretty tame really." And on she trudged through Limbo. And her mind rolled. This is the real Limbo. Not Manda. Which does rhyme with Panda. Just saying. And on she walked. Oh! An idea. Walkathon. They'd make a killing here. And she could not avoid probably the most frequently asked questions by those in the Otherworld: did this get any worse? I am missing a lot....
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 3, 2021 11:59:19 GMT -8
And on she trudged through the field knee deep in body parts and blood. Looking up she quick leaned head to the right as an arrow sailed past her left ear. Stepping to the side by once, not twice but thrice she crouched down. Standing on toes and taking a seat on her calves muttered to herself -Morrigan- "For all the people who've met an unfortunate death tis some lonely here...." And so she sat musing. And she said to herself and herself alone, -Her- "Self.... Self! Wake up!!!" Self, waking from slumber responded with a start -Self- "What is it now!?!" Then both Her and Self tell silent, both lost in their Her... I mean Self.... You get it....
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 4, 2021 21:37:56 GMT -8
With her inner voice on pause the woman struggled through the bloody fields off Limbo. You'd think with her familiarity with all things gory that her introduction would be rosier than this She thought. Thought eh? Stopping she closed both eyes tight and clenched her fists. Unconsciously she spoke her thoughts aloud -Morrigan- "Now think of sugar ,spice and everything nice.... " Concentrating on flowery, peaceful times - Did she ever have a peaceful moment? Maybe not but She watched the holonet a lot in her youth on account of An Tiarna's incompetent parenting. Like when he butchered a baby sitter for forgetting to lock the door.... Always big on providing a safe environment he was. Oh, how Ayden, Connor, Megan and herself had loved Sean Athair.... Past that vivid horrendous memory, she watched a lot of peaceful scenes. She looked around her and thought this is a bit overkill in my opinion
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 15, 2021 10:00:16 GMT -8
In a full and yet entirely empty field of battle, for those who came here often did not share the same vision of the afterlife, smoke began to coalesce. The blood soaked dirt started to bubble, boiling as it heated to unparalleled levels. A swirl formed in the pool of steaming red, spinning counter clockwise and forming a vacuum in the center. From that vacuum spewed a thousand black flies that swarmed over the field and and began to take the shape of a bipedal figure. Each fly erupted into a cloud of ash, which in turn hardened and condensed into something a little more visceral. First a skeleton appeared, then the meat that held it all together, and finally the skin that kept its juices from spilling out.
He opened his eyes. "Where am I?" He wondered aloud.
Judging by the look of it, he was far from home. Instead of the dense forests of Pzob, this was desolate scattered mess of a sight. It was clearly the scene of some great battle, though it appeared as though time held no sway here. The ground was littered with the bones and bodies of countless species, weapons of every age and variety blanketed the floor. Speaking of which...
Greer Khan, the spirit of a Gamorrean warlord who had died some time ago, peered across the valley. If this was what he thought it might be, then no doubt the gods would not have sent him here empty handed. Somewhere among this mess had to be his trusted ally, a vibro-lance his Clan had named the Pale Spear, the symbol of his office and proof of his prowess as a warrior. Or so might have been the case once. He ran a rough grey hand over his chest, finding an area of discomfort, a wound where his beating heart should be.
He snorted. "I suppose I wasn't as good as I thought".
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jun 18, 2021 4:44:50 GMT -8
Surprisingly it didn't take long for Greer to become comfortable with the idea of being dead. After all, war was a part of his culture. Death was inevitable. He himself had only been named warlord of Clan Murtog after he had killed the former warlord in single combat. What troubled him was that this was not the afterlife the clan shamans had described. This was more like...well, Gamorreans didn't actually have a word for purgatory, but it certainly felt like that concept to him. Somewhere in between.
He looked across the valley. "That blasted spear has gotta be around here somewhere."
Taking a tentative first step forwards, the old boar tested the ground, planting one sandaled grey foot on the hard packed earth. It certainly felt real enough. Greer walked across the valley, occasionally kicking over skeletal remains or other random refuse piles, searching.
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