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Blightlord walked through the dark streets, his undead servants behind him, Deseca at his side, and Void Bralwer bringing up the rear, concealed by shadows. Grime repeatedly put his hands on his head and twisted. Ever since it had been reattached it just didn't sit right. It almost would have been worth it to endure a week's wait inside his phylactory...

"Are you sure this is the best way, my love? Shouldn't we wait for them? We could always come after the others later," Deseca whispered so that Void could not overhear.

"No. What I have waiting for them will be more than sufficient." He said this confidently. The group stood in front of a seemingly normal wall, just like any other in Port Oakes. "Remove it," ordered Blightlord.

Grime stepped forward and held his arms out wide. Dark energies began coursing down his arms, building and growing as he said the spell. He shouted the final word and flung the energies forward. They slammed into the wall and made it twist and turn, the solid shape now looking like a hypnotizing ooze.

Confidently, Grime stepped inside, disappearing. Deseca and Blightlord followed, Muck and Guck behind them. Void Brawler slid in with the ten zombies they had brought with them.

Each glanced around at the Legacy Chain base and the acolytes staring back at them, their confusion and fear plain in their eyes. Blightlord smirked. "Kill them all."

Muck and Guck teleported, appearing in the midst of a group of acolytes. The newly inducted protectors of good hardly had time to cry out a warning before mystically strengthened swords sliced through them like butter, their blood pooling on the floor.

The zombies even seemed excited as they quickly shuffled forward, spitting gobs of acid into the mages who were trying to mount a defense, their spells breaking apart as they rain for cover from the acidic rain.

Grime whispered the words of another spell, opening a portal of shadows. More undead began to enter the room. Soon a complete horde of zombies was lumbering after the Chain's soldiers. Several Grave Knights rushed forward to meet the members of the Legacy of Steel, their blades locking in heated duels.

As a line of Legacy of Light mages formed, four Liches answered their volleys of power with bolts of darkness. Sludge rose behind them. "Youuuuuuuuuu all will suffeeeeerrrrrrr!" he shouted, and began overwhelming them with an aura of fear. The servants of good broke apart under the onslaught of evil, their own power no match.

Several mages dropped from the ceiling, surrounding Muck and Guck. They quickly swallowed their revulsion at the bodies of their brothers that littered the floor, and lifted their hands to fire the light within them.

Blightlord chuckled as he raised his arms. The bodies of the fallen acolytes rose with them, dark energies shooting up through the floor and piercing their bodies. Tormented souls were ripped from their mortal shells. Their pain turned to anger, anger at their brothers for failing to protect them.

The mages broke away as fearsome stares seemed to bore into their very souls. Ectoplasmic gobs slammed into their feet, tripping them. Zombies moaned in evil joy as they fell on them, devouring the screaming mages, sending bloodied gobs of flesh into the air.

The Grave Knights were taking down the Legacy's lesser swordsmen with ease when suddenly a horn blew. Men in full armor entered through the doors of the hall, charging forward and taking the Knights by surprise. As their brothers fell, they quickly pulled shields or an extra sword and began fighting back even more fiercely than before. It was clear that no side would be getting anywhere however.

"Do you mind if I-" began Deseca, gesturing to the fight with a gleam of malice in her eyes.

"Be my guest," Blightlord replied as he waved his arms in a mock bow. The Praetorian lept forward, overwhelming a group that was about to surround Muck and Guck.

The scene was complete carnage as vengeful spectres turned their former comrades to useless screaming children that were quickly devoured by bloodthirsty zombies. Grave Knights, with the aid of Deseca, began to fend off the best swordsmen the Legacy Chain could offer. The Liches had all but removed the presence of the Light from this battle. But there was still so much more...

As the last swordsmen fell, the missing pieces soon came into play. A wave of fire shot down, obliterating more than half of the Grave Knights in the room. The floor shook and suddenly burst forward, destroying a large group of spectres and zombies.

From a portal of pure light on the ceiling descended the Archmage and the members of the Legacy of Fire and Earth. "Blightlord!" shouted the Archmage, his voice magically enhanced and booming throughout the room. "Your evil shall end here!"

They landed, giving the master of undead a clear view. The Archmage's eyes burned with fire that surrounded his form, even as the earth rose to shield him, and light surrounded his head in something similar to a halo. This image would turn any lesser villain, make them run in fear. But Blightlord only smiled. "I had wondered when we would meet." This was all he gave before pointing at the Archmage.

The portal expanded, and a roar of fury could be heard within. The floor shook as a large, rotting foot stepped forward. Then another. And finally a head peeked through, its eyes emanating an evil so powerful, the mages' resolve began to falter.

The creature stepped forward, rising to its full size, nearly three times that of a normal man. Its bulky form moved with ease, however. This creature that so resembled Adamastor was much more. It was an Atrocity, the strongest monster in Blightlord's army.

"Oh... my... god," muttered the Archmage as he stared up at the creature. He quickly covered any fear. He must stay strong, must keep his men strong. They will not lose this battle. "For the Chain!" he cried. The mages behind him cheered as they lobbed their spells at the monstrosity.

The Atrocity charged through the hail of fire and boulders, swiping its hand down and crushing a group of mages. The Grave Knights that remained charged in from behind, splitting their attention from the creature.

The Spectres hovered above, lobbing ectoplasm and fearsome images of skulls that screamed in torment. The Archmage whirled around and shot a beam forward. The spirits dissipated, their souls put to rest.

Deseca flew quickly over the fight, landing beside Blightlord. The Archmage gasped. "Is that-" Blightlord nodded. "You... [censored]. I will... I'll-"

"Die." Blightlord's hands shot forward. Energies rushed towards the man, wrapping around him and flinging him high in the air. Grime fired a burst of darkness as Muck and Guck shot burst of nether-energy, striking the spinning man.

There was a flash of light, and he broke free. The Archmage charged forward, screaming in rage. Bolt of fire and light slammed into the shielding Grime put forward. He neared Blightlord, and was suddenly stopped as an arm shot forward, catching him in the neck and taking his feet out from under him.

With a deftness that one would not expect from someone as seemingly old, he rolled back to his feet, and stared into the face of Deseca. "My dear... why?" Her hand shot forward, slamming into his gut. As he stumbled back, Blightlord motioned towards Void Brawler. The boy nodded.

The Atrocity cried out as its arm fell away, the sharp stone finally slicing through skin weakened by fire. As it hit the floor, it melted into a deadly acid that splattered the mages, disintegrating flesh and bone and making the servants of good scream in agony as they clawed uselessly at their faces.

Another stomp from the monstrosity crushed another group of them, the sickening squish as blood seeped out around the ankles of the mages caused them to back away in fear.

The Grave Knights had finally broken their line, and began their merciless hacking at the backs of the retreating spell slingers.

"Look and see your defeat," said Blightlord.

The Archmage turned watching as they fell. As all of the men he had come to know as his brothers were slaughtered. And all because he had let his judgement be impaired by a pair of pretty brown eyes. Eyes that were now cold with death. "I..."

There was a sickening crack as Void Brawler's fists shot forward, slamming into the old man's back. The Archmage sank to his knees, his shaking hands weakly stretching toward the dying mages. Deseca stepped in front of him, and bent to his eye level. "Nothing can save them. And no one will save you."

"No..." he gasped. She placed her cold hands on his cheeks, and put her thumbs up against his eyes. "No!" Darkness rushed down her arms and into the old man's skull. He shook and convulsed as the shadows began eating away at him, corroding his very soul.

Deseca broke away, and his body fell to the floor, the darkness rising from him like smoke. She licked the gore from her fingers, a demented smile breaking across her face.

Void Brawler stared. This... that was... He suddenly fell back, unconcious.

Blightlord snapped his fingers, and the Atrocity fell forward, melting into a wave of acid and destroying the last of the mages. "Perfect."

Not really. Some threads like the school ones you don't typically have them in both. For instance, Pstorm can't be a student in SH 101 and AH 101 at the same time.

But you can join other threads like that just fine. For isntance, Burning Brawler is in Final Fight and Grand Finale right now.

Alright, here's one. Those of you who've been reading it, what do you guys think of my Worlds of Confusion story?

I definitely find Zealstorm evil. Especially her entrance to Final Fight. She really comes off as a ruthless, but calculating, killer.

Hehe. Never PO the heal-bot.

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1) As a fire blaster at lvl 45, you go to Perez and show off your hot foot to the local hellions

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Who, me? Never >.>

995. I may not ditch a party member in the cave of ravenous goblins just because I don't like him.

996. I'm not allowed to make a Barbarian named Dave and play his theme song every time I enter a dungeon.

Shane's definitely an interesting character, especially with the lightning strike issues. Makes you wonder though what he'd do if he and Pstorm were fighting something very large though. >.>

As for the doms, they were definitely fun to fight. I know Torcher still wants another go. >

988. I am not allowed to toss the dwarf as my ranged weapon.

"The gum will only cover the effects," said Burning, referring to the gum-like substance that contained a healing elixer. He and Danica both ran down Port Oakes' dark streets. "We only feel better. You still have that fracture. You need to heal first."

Danica kicked off the ground, flying into a dark alley. Brawler sighed, then followed. He wasn't entirely sure where she was going. She may not even know. All doubt were cleared however as she flew straight into a wall, and by that, meaning she flew through it.

A few years ago and this would have surprised Burning, but he was long past those days. He flew forward, then gasped as his head hit solid stone. "What the hell?" He rubbed the sore spot. An arm suddenly shot out from the wall, grabbing his own and pulling him inside.

He looked at the large base. The gray stone walls and floor were in sharp contrast to the bright uniforms worn by its occupants, The Legacy Chain.

"This... is the main base of-" started Burning. When Danica nodded, his jaw dropped. "How did you find this place? I've offered to help them dozens of times, and they haven't even invited me in once."

"You're not in The Rogue Isles as much as I am," was all she gave as they walked down a hall leading to a large altar. At the top, a man in a long, white cape wearing a shining silver helmet decorated with jewels and long, sharp points stood. He turned to see them approaching and smiled.

"Danica how good to see you. Did you find what we were looking for?"

She nodded, handing him a small box. "I don't know that this will do the trick. Arachnos gave it up a bit too easily. Especially since it was guarded by a group of Fortunatas."

"Even so, we must try. Ghost Widow is an abomination of supernatural forces, and must be destroyed." Burning gave a small cough to show he was standing there. The Legacy Chain Archmage ignored him, and handed Danica a wand. "Try this one if you should encounter your son again. Perhaps it could undo the damages."

"We were also hoping you could give us some information," said Danica as she put the wand in her belt.

"We?" said the Archmage. He looked at Burning, and recognition dawned on his face. "Ah, so this is the husband you told me about." He nodded at Brawler who nodded back, though a bit annoyed at being ignored earlier. "And what kind of information are you looking for, my dear."

"We," said Burning stepping up, "want to know if you can give us something on the location of a villain called Blightlord's base." He handed the other man a piece of armor that belonged to a Grave Knight.

A dark look crossed the Archmage's face. "Yes, we've had to deal with that one quite often. Our scrying attempts haven't given us much on him lately, but for Danica we will try once more." He smiled at the heroine before turning back to the altar. A bowl of water was placed in front of him by one of the Legacy's acolytes. He dropped the armor piece inside. As magic flooded the altar, the piece dissolved and strengthened the spell.

Several Legacy mages stood around the altar, bowing their heads as they lended their power.

Burning didn't let the Archmage see it, but he began to also lend some of his own power to the scrying. This had to work...

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Blightlord watched the image in the mirror twist and turn. In his mind's eye, he saw someone he recognized far too well. A malicious grin broke across his rotting face as the master of undeath stalked towards the mirror.

He snapped his fingers and Grime along with several other Liches followed. Blightlord placed his hand on the mirror and began flooding it with his own power. The undead sorcerors added their own strength and began to do more than just fend off the scrying. No, the wards on the throne room alone did that well enough. Instead, they were misdirecting the attempt, changing the image the heroes would see. And something else too.

They began to scry back.

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A look of fear crossed the Archmage's face. "STOP!" he shouted, breaking the contact. The mages looked up, startled, wondering what possibly could have gone wrong. They had succeeded, seen Blightlord's base. "You saw it?" he asked.

Burning nodded.

"Good. Now leave, leave this place. Destroy him, quickly. Let that monster's evil taint magic no more."

"Thank you," said Danica, and the two were off, flying back into the dark streets of Port Oakes and headed to the jungle Primeva.

The Archmage leaned back against the altar. Acolytes rushed to his side, wiping the sweat from his brow and giving him something to drink. "Are you alright, sir?" one asked.

He nodded weakly. "I'm an old man who merely needs a little rest."

I definitely remember the fight against Doctor Phillis in SV 101. It was challenging, and definitely interesting. Especially having Void try to trick him into a monlogue about his attacking a school of 'children'.

Can't say much about the arc in SH because I had to leave before it really got started, but the Clockwork turning out to be the Phillis bots was a really pleasant surprise. I always have fun whenever facing off against the Doc.

Haven't seen enough of Drechi and Rulaag yet to say something.

Yet.

*Clarify*

When I meant in the last post is rather than introducing eighty bazillion characters to the thread who decide to ally with Blightlord for no apparant reason, I use the 'elite' minions, with non-named Grave Knights acting as normal, or maybe a bit weaker than in-game.

You must be building your poison differently then or haven't gotten high enough for decent slotting, because Blight can waste anything short of another Mastermind fairly easily. Poison doesn't need 'much else' to be a killer set. In my personal opinion, /dark and /traps don't even compare against single targets. But then again, I don't have a character that high with either set to say from experience.

And as for the minions, yeah they do need to have a bit of a toning down in certain instances. I try to only treat them as characters when they're away from Blightlord (for instance, Muck and Guck when they were fighting Mnemonyev) because Blight doesn't typically walk into a conflict that his minions can't handle for him. However, if I start having all of them together, with Blightlord standing there and they're all fighting like seperate characters against one individual, please call me out on it.

In response the Atrocity spat a gob of acid that landed at Experiment's feet. A hole instantly burned deep into the ground.

"There's that," said Burning. "Two of us can't take this thing, we need to get going now." The hero held out both hands and chilled the air around the hulking monster, trying to slow it down so they could escape.

"So what you're saying is the Masters have a new member?" said Jack as he leaned back in his chair.

"Yes, but this new member is also a Praetorian of one of our own," said Hyper as he slid a folder towards the large, blue and yellow-armored man. Inside were several pictures, and a brief description of the differences between Danica and her evil counterpart.

"We can't afford to raid the Masters, we're still recovering from the last few times."

"But we can't let this go either. If the Masters get the idea to bring ALL of our Praetorian selves here, we could be in for much more than we could handle. Even though most of them aren't together, they could probably still be convinced," Hyper said as he stood.

"But why does this have to end in a raid?" asked Violet, speaking up for the first time since the meeting started over an hour ago. "Why not let Burning and Danica handle this? I'm sure know that they know what they're facing, they can do it."

Jack rubbed his forehead. "Vi's right. Too many of us will attract the rest of the Masters attention. Maybe Blight's been keeping his new girlfriend a secret."

Hyper leaned back on the wall. Burning and Danica sat at the table. They didn't want the others involved in this if they didn't have to be. This wasn't really their problem. Neither was Void Brawler. Danica spoke up first. "We'll handle them. If you guys are worried about the Masters getting new ideas, you can deal with that. But Blightlord and Deseca are our problem, and we'll solve them."

Super Shard glanced at Burning to see his reaction to this. Obviously he was agreeing with his wife.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you two to go in alone," said Hyper-Man. "You were lucky last time. Ever since Blightlord learned how to interfere with the medi-porters-"

"Hyp. We'll take care of this," said Burning. "If you guys can just make sure they're brought into the open, we'll deal with them."

Hyper-Man sighed. If both of them were agreeing, there wasn't much he could do to convince them to try something else. "Fine. I'll be keeping watch though. If anything goes wrong-"

But the two had already disappeared.

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Void Brawler watched Deseca and Blightlord talk. He couldn't make out what they were saying though. Something about all of this didn't feel right. That was his mom, but she didn't feel like her. Why?

He shook his head. "Just can't let myself be even a little happy, huh?" he said to himself. "Of course it's her."

"Twice?" said Burning. He would have grinned if it weren't for the fact that every time he did something like that, he was the next to be faced with a trap. Not like it did him any good, as the ground soon began to shake. "That doesn't sound good..."

The ground split as a large hand shot up from the earth. It sank its fingers deep into the ground, and began to pull the body it was attached to out. An Atrocity stared at them both, its putrid stench overwhelming.

As it tried to free its other leg, Burning quickly tossed a blast of fire into its face. "Move!" he yelled, ducking beneath it trying to get as far away as possible.

Ok, this thread is somewhat different from the RP Style Critique thread. This is more along the lines of "How did you like this?" 'This' could either be a character of yours, a thread you made, or a post you just did.

So to start off, I want to know, what do you guys think of Blightlord and his minions?

Burning and Danica reappeared in the 'Kickers base, their costumes shredded and several wounds bleeding deeply. Danica was also nursing an blackened eye that was already greening at the edges.

Wordlessly, they both headed to the med-bay. What had just happened was too surreal. It wasn't possible. They had been... defeated.

When they walked in and sat on the examination tables, Hyper-Man stared. "What happened to you two?" he asked, quickly moving towards them, a scanner in hand.

"Blightlord," was all Burning gave, but obviously Hyper knew there was more to it. Even if he didn't press them. Yet. He waved the scanner over them, checking for any contaminations, tracking devices, or broken bones. Danica's skull had a crack, but it could be quickly mended. The bleeding below the skin would have to be watched though. As for Brawler, he would need to spend several hours in a tube for cleansing all the toxins in his system.

"You both won't be able to head back out for a while." He saw Danica about to protest and raised a hand to stop her. "We can make this go quicker though if you'll tell me what exactly happened." Burning looked at Danica, then nodded. When they told their tale, Hyper sat back and sighed. "We'll need to discuss this with the others later, but for now, you two need rest."

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Blightlord and Deseca walked into his throne room. "You were perfect, my dear."

"They still got away," she said, a dark look crossing her face.

"Yes, but they now know what little chance they have to stop me. To stop us." Blightlord turned her to face him. "Together, we can easily crush them, and the rest of their friends. After that, who would dare question my leadership over Elitist?"

"So I am just something you plan to use to make yourself more powerful?" she said with a scowl.

"No. You and I, together, are going to make each other more powerful. Together, we will be stronger than we ever could alone. You will get what you want, and so will I."

Though her scowl did diminish some, the doubt in her cold eyes was clear. But Blightlord was not concerned. In time she would see.

The Lord of Rags was soon knee-deep in swamp muck. Every step created an echoing pop as the mud tried to suck him back in.

Up ahead, the sounds of undead soldiers conversing could be heard. Four of them were in clear sight, but it was likely more were waiting nearby.

Yay Essex! Awesome

Don't worry about Khell. He doesn't approve of anything, even living.

*readies the rocket launcher*

Lord Diov: 20
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 22
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 22
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 19
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 20
Ozell One: 20

"Well lets see," said Burning, turning back again. "So far we've faced undead, are surrounded by traps meant to kill, and painfully, were teleported here magically, I'm here and we're both enemies of his, and there's a very large tower that pretty much screams 'come to me.' It's a pretty safe guess."

Burning kept moving forward. A sudden whir of power alerted him to a triggered trap. "Look out!" he yelled as a pit's covering fell away in front of Experiment, the ground beneath him lurched forward, tossing him towards it and the acid pool that waited inside.

"Just stay on your toes. Literally." Brawler turned around toward Experiment. "Now that I know they're here, I can trust my senses to find the traps. If Blightlord's the one behind this, then anything he sets up won't be triggered by tossing a rock or something."

The hero turned back around. "You can try it, of course. But I'll bet half of them are designed to come back at the thrower."

((If someone feels they have nothing to do, or urge their character on, let me know and I'll give you 'motivation' ))

Burning and Experiment eventually were free of the valley of death. They now stood in an open field, so far clear of undead.

Confident, Brawler moved forward. Suddenly his senses went crazy. The hero leapt back just before being skewered by a spike that shot up from the ground.

"Traps..."

He attempted to fly again, but all he could do was hover a mere few inches off the ground. A trip wire could still catch him, or some form of mystic detection.

816. I cannot solo the dragon, even if I'm uber-leet.