Re: PK's adventure.

by Kaotic on Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:59 am

the little boy answered 'so whats the legend? rage?'
rage replies....

by pk494 on Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:39 am

Meanwhile, back in the real world...
Upon his realization that demi had become immortal, Pk split himself into five forms: The Thief of the West, The Taker of the South, The Rouge of the East, The Giver of the North, and The Heart of Hell. His main conscious remaining in The Heart of Hell, he sent the other four off to gather souls to strengthen him. For seven days and nights Demi and Pk battled, destroying entire nations in their wake. And for seven days and nights, the four reapers gathered souls, each one adding on to Pk's power, until eventually, he was so powerful that Demi was forced to make a great choice... Would he die in vain fighting an evil power? Or would he embrace an equally evil power to bring down the Reaper?

...Wow...i did not expect this to end up like this...Me...EVIL? Anyways, please let Demi make the choice. I think it would be more realistic that way.

by **Rage** on Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:28 pm

That's fine, I'll just work on your "Void of Doom". Lol, hopefully for you, it wont leave you with *too* many problems.

btw, hope you don't mind that I turned you heartless in the other thread. Twisted Evil

/Cracks Knuckles and starts typing

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*Somewhere in the Void*

It was odd, floating in space. Ryzaa had barely any time to observe his surroundings before strange men approached him with some sort of legend. What kind of bizarre existence did he land in?

"Come", said Rage. An with a flick of the wrist and a twirl of his darkened cloak, he walked, or rather floated, toward a distant object that was emanated light.

Ryzaa looked behind him. Directly opposite of the light was a dark object, which, if his hunch was correct, is where he came from.

He quickly followed Rage, not wanting to be left behind. It wouldn't have been wise to linger in a place that he didn't understand, he concluded. Perhaps this odd warrior of sorts could help him return to Lore to aid Demi.

Ryzaa was never one who might be called "observant", but he couldn't help but study his guide. Flickering in ethereal aura, Rage was clothed in a jet black robe with silver pauldrons covering his shoulders. One of the oddest features was his weapon that clung to his side. The sheer length of the katana could drain the color of a normal man; however, Ryzaa had seen worse things moments ago.

But perhaps the the most frightening of all was his face. His eyes were dark; perhaps deeper than the very Void they were walking in. Another grueling feature was his scar that covered most of his visage. Ryzaa wondered what kind of battle could take the toll on such a man.

It was at this point that Rage noticed the boy starring at him. He sighed, and faced the young follower.

"This must all be very confusing for you, but it will become clearer when we've reached the gate", spoke the youthful warrior.

"But I must return to Lore! All of humanity could be wiped out if I do not act!"

Rage wasn't bothered by this fact at all. Jerking his head to the left, he cracked his neck to loosen up tension that has pent up for hundreds of years. He continued, "Time does not flow at the same constant as it does in Lore. It has, what we Void dwellers like to call, its tides. At one moment, a simple minute here could be a year in Lore, or by contrast, a decade could pass here and not a second would on the other side."

Ryzaa was slightly confused, but decided to come to terms with it rather than question the logic behind it.

Kneeling down beside the boy, Rage patted the kid's head.

"Look, we will make it in time to help your friend. We may have been cast into the Void, but we haven't lost all contact. Not to mention, we have you now to release us from this prison once more."

"But how can I help? My soul has been desecrated by PK's vile sorcery!" blurted Ryzza.

Rage chuckled. "That is the odd thing about this place. It doesn't matter in what condition you enter as when you come to the Void. You will leave as who you are to begin with."

Satisfied, they walked on.

It was a long journey that seemed to last an eternity until they arrived at a stone structure. What Ryzaa thought was light turned out to be the keyhole to the door. Although there was no sun or any sort of illumination in their prison of space, the metallic lock was shinning brightly. It was as if it acted as a beacon into the night; and to no surprise, many of the Void's prisoners were waiting around the door.

"Who are these people?", asked the curious Ryzaa. Looking around, he saw many scores of figures, dressed in many different sets of armor.

One man stepped from the crowd. Scrutinizing the boy, he turned to Rage and asked, "Is he the one?".

Patting his shoulder, the warrior replied, "Yes Kaotic, my fellow brother, he is the one".

Another woman rushed from the crowd, hugging Ryzaa tightly in her arms. "Nice to have you join us, teehee. I'm Nammie".

Ryzaa was overwhelmed. "Umm... thanks? But Rage, who ARE these people?"

Turning to his young follower, Rage simply replied, "We are The Regulars."

The crowd suddenly stirred to life, whooping and cheering at the sound of their guild name. Many clattered their weapons against their shields, while others threw a few spells to create a hail of colored energy in the empty space.

Rage hovered slightly higher to attain the attention of the group.

"My fellow brethren. Today is the day that we escape this foul imprisonment. And as all of you well know, we have an oath to uphold when we are released back into the world of Lore.

Our fight, you see, is now at a crucial point where the tides of fate can decide the victor at a moments notice. Even now, a mighty warrior named Demi is fighting the greatest threat our planet has ever seen. Let's give him a hand, shall we?"

A mighty roar rose from The Regulars. War trumpets began to sound, and everyone in the area began to mobilize.

Rage, beaming with pride turned to the bewildered Ryzaa.

"Now, my friend, shall we open the door?"

***Comment***

Phew! That was a large spiel I pulled there. Gotta give me props for adding a little guild pride, eh?

I do have one request, however. If anyone continues using me in the story, "try" to keep me as a protagonist, unless the plot would be better off otherwise. Continuity is important to me, lol.

by **Ryzaa** on Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:22 pm

(wow.. thats awesome rage.. your so creative and.. Sephiroth XD 8ft katana ftw)

Ryzaa was bewilded by the crowd and all events that had happened, he turned to Rage beaming, "let's do it!!"
setting an enormous uproar from the crowd.

by **Rage** on Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:43 pm

***Comment***

I want to let the events taking place in the Void to wait until DemiDragonX finally makes his decision. He had better post soon, but no pressure. Well, maybe a little... :D

This needs to all blow up at the same time. Muahahahaha! Twisted Evil

by **Ryzaa** on Fri Dec 12, 2008 4:08 am

(I'm the main character XD yeah blow up at the same time.. rage next bit.. you train me and give me armor :D
I want someone else to write it.. thx)

by pk494 on Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:41 am

The battle between Pk and Demi continued to rage on, and the regulars had begun to mobilize themselves. Meanwhile, far off in the Northern Snow fields, the Giver of the North looked about him, shocked at the desolation he had caused in the last 7 days. He did not want to be evil and take souls, he wanted to give the people of Lore the power to create a new world devoid of evil. But as long as The Heart of Hell existed, this would not be a possibility. The biggest problem with this was that The Heart of Hell would always inhabit the one who destroyed it, and that it could obviously no longer be affected by any holy powers. As he pondered all these things in the desolate snow fields, a young man who resembled pk494 approached him. The Giver looked at him, and said, "You...you look just like we used to...but that can't be..."

"I am the one who he once feared. I am...PK493. I am the reason that the evil in his heart allowed him to become evil..."
"What do you mean? I am the same as him, so i should know who you are, right?"
"You are not the same as him. You want to do good, not evil. Is that not proof enough?"
"I suppose...but what do you mean that you are the reason he became evil?"
"When we were first created, 432 years ago, in the land of Pktopia, there was an group of scientist who called themselves 'The Organization'. They were the ones who created us and all the other 492 pks. They... they judged our strength by how many assassinations we could survive. The ones attempting the assassinations were the ones made after us... Pk494 guaranteed his survival...after he thought i was dead, he destroyed the organization, and vowed to live a life dedicated to doing good. Unfortunately, he was infused with the evil that existed in all of the creations of The Organization, and he was doomed to succumb to it eventually, as am I..."

The Giver and Pk493 looked to the South, where from hundreds of miles away, they could still see the bright flashes that occured with every clash of metal from the fierce battle that still raged strong.

by V on Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:10 am

In the great distance, about 4 miles away from where pk493 stood, a man fell out of the air. As he clashed on the ground, he said to himself 'Argh, I would of hoped this day would never come... But it has.' The then just started running, running towards the great battle. He figured it was a ways to go, so he might aswell just go. Eventually, he crossed paths with the Giver, and pk493. 'Hello.' the man said. 'I am Vamp.'

The Giver and 493 where a bit confused. They took a long look at the man. He was in some kind of robotic armor, with a bright white saber rested on the back on it. His face was deeply tanned, and eyes where purely white. He had a very determined look on his face. 'Hello, who are you?' Said 493

'You see, I am the son of the CEO of the Organization. I grew up around them making you. Ha, I suppose you could call me your brother, anyway, 493, ever since I came of age, my father has warned me about this day. He warned me on how 494 would get infused, and there would be a great battle- And that I was the only one that could stop it. Unfortunately, he died soon after that so I had to figure the rest out my self.'

'Demi is a great warrior, but 494 could outsmart him ten times over. Even with the strength of all the regulars, he would still win. You see, 494 will not be one over, but disabled. Unfortunately, I'm the only one that can do that... I know there is good in both of you, unfortunately I think it's to late for 494.'

Vamp picked up a sphere that resembled itself as a radio. He started talking into it, but nothing picked up. 'Gah, I knew this wouldn't work, it's a future device.' He muttered to himself 'I need to catch up to Ry and his guardian, Nammie. And fast.'

Vamp, then darted off once again. This time, not heading toward the battle, but in the far east. 493 and the Giver where suspecting that was the ways The Regulars where coming.

About 3 days later, Vamp ran into a man in black robes, known as Kaotic. Accompanied by another man called Rage. He introduced himself. And they where quite amazed by his armor, as the never had seen anything like it
'Well, from what you say' Stated Vamp 'It seems that you have split up. Do you know where Nammie and Ry had gone? It's crucial that I find them- And fast. It's almost to late.'

by **Rage** on Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:36 am

***Comment***

Way to spill the beans, Vamp. We're still waiting for Demi to make his post before we continue.

However, nice of you to join us. Now ~~I will~~ We will have another person to mutilate. Hehehe.

by pk494 on Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:41 am

Just as vamp ran into the two of them, a man in a black cloak appeared. "You know too much, we need to deal with you. You would be perfect for operation Rebirth. You will come with us." he said in a voice that sounded like 10 voices speaking in chorus. Then, he put a hand on vamps shoulder and the disappeared in a bright flash. Kaotic and Rage then looked at each other, shrugged, and continued their journey.

by V on Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:41 am

*Comment*
Demi said it's alright, it goes right with his.

by DemidragonX on Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:44 am

The Golden Warrior, Demi and Pk The Reaper continued thier battle. Pk and Demi were in the last village known in Lore, and Demi would try anything to stop Pk from destroying all of Lore.

"You're not taking Frostvale, Pk." said Demi firmly as he searched the area for any innocent moglins. "HaHa! Do you think you can stop me, little gold man?", Pk replied.

Pk vanished into the shadows, and left Demi in Frostvale. Demi knew that he could be beaten easily by Pk. Demi walked to the town square and gathered all the villagers.

"Everyone! Pk is deadly, and he can take this village just like he did with all the others." said Demi to the villagers. "We must work together if we are going to stand a chance against Pk."

The moglins and other villagers discussed how they were going to help Demi, and came up with a solution.

"We, the villagers of Frostvale, will grant you to use our Epicasious charm to aid you against Pk."

The mayor of Frostvale walked up to Demi with a large glowing red box. The mayor opened the box, revealing a small pendant which resembled the marking on Demi's blue armor.

Demi picked up the pendant from the box and put it around his neck. "I will treat this pendant as if it were my child." said Demi.

Demi said goodbye to the villagers of Frostvale and continued his journey to find Pk The Reaper. As Demi searched through the remains of what was Lore, a dark Unicorn galloped infront of Demi. "Get on!" exclaimed the Unicorn.

Demi mounted onto the Dark Unicorn, but it turned out to be a trap. The Dark Unicorn's back started to emit a dark fume, and a gate began to open. "Welcome to the Void", chuckled the Dark Unicorn as Demi fell into the Void.

Demi fell endlessly, and landed on a patch of rocks. Demi passed out from the sharp pain from the fall. Hours later, Demi slowly woke up, and heard a very familiar voice. "Teehee, you fell!", said an unknown, familar voice.

"N-Na..", said Demi, as he attempted to regain conciousness. "Demi! How did you get here?" asked Vamp. "Hey Demi, i'm wondering the same thing." said Ryzaa.

"I-I fell..I was on a Unicorn..and it was a trap." mumbled Demi. "I see, there was a rumor of a Unicorn named Charlie..but that couldn't be." said Ryzaa.

"I can't believe I fell for it..i'm just so determined to destroy Pk for good."

"Pk passed through here just minutes ago, we hid from him to avoid any danger." said Nammie.

"Where did he go?" asked Demi. "I must destroy him."

"He went down that road." said Nammie as she pointed at a deserted, mysterious road.

"I'll find him now. Wish me luck." said Demi. The rest of The Regulars wished Demi goodluck on his search for Pk.

Demi began running down the mysterious road, and ran into a fork in the road. "Ugh, where do I go?"

Demi's pendant, given by the Frostvale villagers, glowed a dark red color, and pointed towards the left path. "This really did help.."

Demi used his abilities from the golden apple, and flew down the left path. Demi spotted Pk at the end of the path picking on a little purple moglin.

Demi used his telekinetic ablities and pulled the poor moglin away from Pk. "Leave the little critter alone!"

"Ha! You have come back to challenge me again!?" yelled Pk. "Of course, I'm not stopping until you die."

Demi was ready to battle, and he began to glow blue, red, and gold. Pk swung his scythe towards Demi, and Demi countered. Demi knocked the scythe out of Pk's hands, and forced his glowing hand into Pk's chest. Demi pulled out the darkness within Pk, and crushed it with the power of eternalism.

Pk changed back to his old fist-a-din self, however Pk acted strange. Demi turned his back from Pk, as he breathed heavily from the fight. Pk morphed back into Pk the Reaper, and shot Demi with a bolt of darkness. Demi began to be overwhelmed with darkness, as his glow turned into a murky aura.

"HaHaHa! Anti-Demi is here!" shouted Demi with a deeper voice than usual. Demi ripped off the pendant given from the Frostvale villagers, and crushed it with his hands. "I don't need this plastic necklace!"

~~ ~~
Hopefully Demi turns good again *hint hint*

by pk494 on Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:00 am

As anti-demi gloated over his inevitable appearance, pk used the opportunity to, not steal, but to enter demi's soul. Once inside, pk looked around at all the brightness, and the dark center. pk flew into the heart of the darkness, planning on increasing its power so that it destroyed the light around them. Upon reaching it, however, he discovered that this was one darkness he could never control as he was, for it was just as evil and chaotic as he himself was. So, he moved to destroy the core of demi's soul, thus destroying all that had ever been demi. However, right before the final blow, the darkness moved out and began to fuse with him. The spirits that pk had sent west, south, and east rushed into demi's soul to aid pk in his epic struggle to remain himself. In the remains of the northern lands, the Giver began to scream in agony as pk493 held him down to prevent him from rejoining the Heart of Hell.

Comment on comment. Thats fine vamp. i always get some fun out of making people randomly vanish.

by **Rage** on Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:16 am

The ancient site of Azyra has been the topic of much speculation in centuries past. Hidden in the remote regions of Lore, ancient tribesmen often performed rituals and sacrifices to their strange and, possibly, none existent gods.

Deep within the chambers of this once great palace stood a door, with marble plates and metallic ore holding together the framework. A tiny lock was still visible on the front, glimmering silently in the damp atmosphere.

What was most curious about the door, however, was that it stood free of any walls and structures. From the looks of it, it had simply been set there as mistake, or perhaps a practical joke.

--

Focusing hard on the arrow, Ryzaa forced his energy into the bow. Sweat dripped from from his brow and his legs began to feel like lead.

But nothing was happening.

"Are you sure this is what I'm supposed to do?", he questioned Rage.

The warrior was holding onto his shoulder, steadying the boy so that Ryzaa had absolute control.

Rage spoke, "You have to believe in your cause. Believe the arrow can penetrate the Void and escape into Lore."

His hands tired and his mind sore, Ryzaa would have given anything to end this quickly. Why he was in this predicament and how the world got so screwed up still swirled around in his head. Everyone's hopes now rested with him; and now that he had to prove himself, he was going to fail!

A tear fell from his face. He hadn't realized that his eyes were watering during this time.

"I'm sorry Demi...", whispered the exhausted boy.

And as if to answer his prayers, the silver arrow began to turn blue. It first started from Ryzaa's fingertips, and quickly spread up the shaft to the sharpened point.

"Now Ryzaa! Fire the arrow at the Keyhole!"

*Twang*

--

From deep within the earth, a mighty tremor ripped across the Dragonspine mountain range. Fissures and Cracks etched across the countryside, converging towards the ruins of Azyra.

The door, that for so many centuries stood as a guard against the edges of the Void, burst from its metal hinges and crashed onto the floor. As the dust settled, the once dormant halls were filled once more with the souls of the living.

--

Demi, trapped in his own conscience, could only watch as the events unfolded before his eyes. Knowing that PK was roaming around in his soul, he knew that only a limited amount of time remained before Anti-Demi and PK would destroy him altogether.

Watching from his eyes, he saw Nammie and the other Regulars watch the fight.

"Teehee, I bet the real Demi is inside, watching all of this.", laughed Nammie, who was forcing her face into grotesque shapes in an attempt to smile.

Rage crouched low in front of Demi's body. "It's so sad that one as powerful as Demi could fall for such a trick."

Demi gasped. The people he thought were his friends began to disappear before his eyes. The trails of dark energy poured into his body, seeping into every pore and crevice the foul substance could find.

"We are coming, master PK", said the evil Nammie, before dissipating.

--

"We have little time, fellow warriors. Fear not the Reaper, for he cannot cast our souls back into the Void. Fear not his Soul Seekers, for our souls have been touched by the Void and cannot be taken no more! If this battle is to be won, we must travel to Frostvale posthaste!"

Rage was walking among his troops, sizing them up and down.

Ryzaa piped up, "How will we get there in time? Time won't be on our side anymore..."

And then it dawned on the boy. Rage had been planning this escape for many years now.

"Magisters, you know what to do. Assemble your spells", commanded the silver haired leader.

Without a word, the wizards and witches of the guild quickly positioned themselves around the group, like they had rehearsed so many times before. Calling upon the mystic energies of the cosmos, and drawing some of the power from the Void, they began to encase the rest of the guild members in a large bubble.

In unison, the magisters shouted, "Now!".

*Bang*

And Azyra was silent once more.

--

PK493 felt the disturbance in the magical force of Lore. Still gripping the spazzing Giver, he probed with his mind into the dark fathoms of the universe to find the source of the power.

Silently, and still holding on to the struggling body, he came to his conclusion.

The Regulars have truly returned.

--

PK the Reaper fought hard with the evil contained in Anti-Demi. The idea that this fool could beat him was absurd, but if he did not act soon, it would become a reality.

Dodging the pulses from the core of Demi's soul, he quickly deducted that the only way to survive was to have Anti-Demi join with him in an unholy union.

Reaching out to the evil, he reasoned and negotiated with the vile creature. Although Anti-Demi tried, he was no match against the power of logic. Conceding defeat, the demonic beast fused with PK the Reaper, giving his successor leeway to escape the body of Demi.

Forcing his way out of Demi's body, he made sure to hack at every part to cause maximum damage. Demi screamed in anguish, never having felt so much pain in his life.

The Reaper materialized once more outside in the world of Lore. Before him, his supposed adversary knelt, with blood and sweat trickling to the ground.

"You never stood a chance, Fool", spoke PK, raising his scythe and cackling his evil laughter.

But what began as a victory joy faded in an instant.

Light burst from a small point in space, directly behind the body of PK. Tempest winds and land terraformed around the site, causing the Reaper to get thrown to the ground.

As the light subsided, Rage stepped between the scattered forms of PK and Demi.

He smirked as he drew his Masamune from his side.

"I hope we're not interrupting."

***Comment***
Read the entire thing before adding. Continuity is important to me.

Also, the members of The Regulars are immune to soul stealing and being cast back into the Void, due to their earlier imprisonment. This will make an interesting battle. Not only that, but anyone is now able to join and put their two cents in! Muahaha :: twisted ::

Another point of interest: The Palace of Azyral is Ryzaa's name scrambled.

And Demi, you crazy person, good job on the use of "Charlie the Unicorn" reference! lol!

by pk494 on Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:33 am

Rage sliced Pk with a blow so powerful that hes newly rematerialized body was unable to heal as it had before, and the souls he absorbed began to slowly leak out. It was at this moment that the Giver overpowered Pk493 and flew to The Heart of Hell. Sensing this turn of events, Pk put an evil smile on his face.

"My strength is beginning to fail me, as these souls leak from my body....But was is strength when compared with knowledge? Pk493..he knows what will happen if the Giver reaches me..."

At this moment, Pk summoned all the Souls of Hell to fight the regulars as he flew into the sky. He began to shout, as if he was being possessed.

"If the Giver reaches me, all of the sky will fall. The barrier that protects the Heavans from my wrath will fail, and Heaven will be mine for the taking. If the Giver should reach me, not even I could stop me. When the Giver reaches me, ALL SHALL PERISH! GIVER, COME UNTO MY SOUL!"

As if on cue, the Giver flew into Pk and they formed a pitch black sphere in the daytime sky. After a moment of awed silence, A crack appeared in the sky. Within seconds, the crack spread until the entire sky crumpled like a broken pane of glass, revealing a twisted crimson sky in the stead of the serene blue sky they knew. Then, something truly horrible began.

The Reaper had become so powerful, he no longer needed the souls of the mortals who gazed in fear and awe. In front of all the humans who remained alive, he began to absorb that which is most sacred; The Reaper was absorbing the soul of Lore itself.

Comment - Ok... i apologize for accusing rage of ripping off a show he never watches. I also apologize for my subconscious rip off of Drakengard 2...