Kyzock

A Cold/TA defender - he is SOOOO gellin' now!

Saint Lee Sinner

Negative Rise just stood there as expressionless as normal.
-'So this one indeed knows my true nature,'- the demon's mind retorted.
With a shrug, Nev'oroxis looked straight at Vetdjat. He continued to listen to the Khelari explain things. The creature's knowledge was intriguing. Furthermore, unlike so many other lower class demons, Negative Rise wasn't the type that responded to summoning, couldn't be bound by any known means...so he just stood there, waiting for Vetdjat to finish.
-'Guess there's really no point in hiding it now, but let's find out...'-

He would start by answering Vetdjat's comment.
"Humans would call it ... respect, merely a pleasantry," his voice echoed through the chamber laced with an acridic tone. "Oh do carry on, by all means."

Alas, I am still drained from my last epic wall of text post.

So, instead, I give unto the masses this!



With this: BACON!

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Well I THINK AK is a girl kitty, but who knows for sure anymore just think with an avatar like that and the caped kitty in the siggie AK is a girl kitty

Only one wall o' text per every 6-12 hours for me took all I had to come up with that last one...

There once was a rosebud of such epic proportions that it confuzzled and confounded AK to such an extreme that it made AK think that she(or he if AK is a he...) was being crushed by a gigantic wall of text then to everyone's astonishment the wall of text was smashed to smithereens due to an epic loss of baconry goodness

However the alcohol flood washed through the plains and suddenly - everyone was completely and totally drunk from a veritable goodness of hops, yeast, barley, sake, vodka, beer, ale, whiskey, wine, and numerous other types of beverages the flood consisted of everyone was all whoah what're we gonna do now we're all drunk hey PARTAY so everyone decided to start partying down, while everyone else went to partying up, and it was a grand ol' time indeed - then someone noticed a GF grill amidst the rubble so they nabbed it up and ran to their nearest fridge opening the freezer up and inside it was bacon so now they were all drunk AND eating bacon and they were all WE'RE DOOMED because everyone knows this would lead to a space/time paradox creating a singularity located somewhere deep within the confines of the stomach of that person that found the GF grill and decided to break out the bacon...

Erstwhile, in Soviet Russia, all of bacon-kind united themselves under one banner - a crossed golden piece of bacon and golden hammer on a red background and began marching on Moscow they were all hungry, hungry for a delicious snack of people and so began the baconpocalypse of the Orient because once the bacon army had its fill of Russians they set their sights on the Chinese consuming a vast swarth of their rice fields along with numerous corrupt Chinese officials and a few local farmers here and there but as the bacon army approached the Pacific Ocean they were all overcome by the salt water of the sea air and shriveled back down in size and thus began the overburdened supply of Japanese bacon era, causing excessive inflation of bacon prices across the entire world as the Japanese had a great and massive supply of bacon, and it was a good brand and the demand for Japanese bacon would begin to grow in leaps and bounds across the world but the epic farming abilities of the Americans produced a superior brand of bacon compared to the Japanese's brand and thus bacon prices plummeted across the world, delivering baconry goodness to one and all once again -

That wasn't the end of it all for epic cop hero Officer Richard Dixon - he had been in tighter spots before, but this time - he didn't know if he would make it out of this one alive...he had gone in through the rear only to be ambushed by his archnemesis the dastardly, evil, vile, (and quite smexy! made for movie looks!) Amber Bush the deranged drug dealing, drug making, bank robbing, and all around hater of Officer Dixon the two enemies battled for what seemed to be ages but it was actually like ten minutes they had a shootout but Amber's gun misfired and got jammed and Officer Dixon ran out of bullets so they rolled around fighting one another on the dusty floor her strength had improved since their last epic battle which ended with her escape and this time it looked like Officer Dixon was running out of stamina until a little blue pill which had been rolling around on the floor with the two suddenly and somehow got shuffled into Officer Dixon's mouth and he swallowed and BAM it was like a rush of power throughout his body Officer Dixon now had the strength to defeat his rival once and for all and it all came out all right in the end...

There wasn't much time left until the trading day was over, and stock prices had been plummeting all day long definitely not a good time to sell anything or he would've lost massive amounts of money on the investments but then a mysterious turn of events brought only his stocks back up in price so he sold all the stocks he had bought during a mysterious downturn in prices a while back and wala he was now a multi-billionaire so he retired right there on the spot but what had caused such events to transpire leading to his newfound wealth well one thing was certain: he didn't want to find out but the IRS investigated and turned out he just got hella lucky with his picks and so they just put him in the highest tax bracket they could and there went like half the fortune but hey he was still rich and it was all legal and noone could say anything else in the matter so he went back to his office and bought a small island in the south pacific where he now resides and the natives think he's some kind of spiritual leader and possibly demi-god but for the most part they leave him alone because upon his arrival he turned the tables on them tossing a few of them into the very volcano they were about to throw him into ...

Stay tuned for the next installment of Epic Tales of the Text Wall!®©*™!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Negative Rise watched Tamrat's 'feeding' with about as much interest as one would while watching NatGeo. It kinda reminded him of a trip to one of Earth's water creature shows. It also kinda reminded him of the 'feeding frenzies' some of the upper demons conducted with the gluttonous damned souls - about once a century of torture, some of these upper demons would wander into the lower rungs of Hell, toying with each class of souls - the game with the gluttons was to toss putrid food, and mostly skeletal bones, out to these pathetic souls. It was quite the sight...

Standing stoicly near the entrance of the chamber, he listened in on the exchange between the master and student, nodding in affirmation to Tamrat's comments about being polite. He let out another chuckle at the "not even a lick" comment. If Vetdjat took any notice at all, he might see the chuckle was not accompanied with any sort of "smile" - as the demon was incapable of such action. As the peculiar elder lizard creature finished his ...whatever he was doing with the lava flow thing, Rise decided to introduce himself.

"Greetings, Master Vetdjat," he let out, his voice still ringing with the same metal raking-on-gravel sound as his laughter. "I am High General Nev'oroxis. I was leading a force of my Tevron Knights against a horde of our enemies. What happened next was very strange...during the battle, the earth trembled, after the battle, I find myself stranded here on this 'Patches'..." he let his words trail off to give an impression of confusion. Now, suddenly, he didn't feel very forthcoming with any more information than what he just gave Vetdjat. A couple things about what Tamrat had said earlier ... unstable transmission, and this particular 'master' of his knowing quite a bit about how this planet 'attracted' pieces of other planets. If anyone had a remote chance of busting up what he considered to be one of his more elaborate schemes for a mortal identity, it would be this black-scaled lizard the one named Tamrat called Master.

"Excuse me for my curiousity, ignorance and what may be a bit forward - but, what, exactly, is this structure we stand in? Also, what manner of creature are you? You look like ... well, you both kinda look like dragons to me," take it how they will, Negative Rise's comment was the best way he could describe to them how they appeared. "Also, young Tamrat mentioned this earlier - your kind has the means to come and go as they please from this planet? An astonishing feat indeed; a kind my people only possess by way of magical and mystical incantations, and thusly limited only to the few that know how to work those powers and charge a great deal for..."

-'And are you the one responsible for my being here?'- he wondered. As far as he knew, the planet he was on before coming here was ... decimated and devoid. -'WAS the planet I fought that angelic host on, truly called Ag'xis, and my memory of destroying it erased?'- In any case, he could possibly have his question answered should Vetdjat decide to let "Nev'oroxis" know the extent of their knowledge. And - DAMMIT Tamrat did it again ... mentioning something about "smelling good" - well, Negative Rise wouldn't worry about his own scent anymore...when he made that go away he had no intention of letting his body go back to giving off any sort of scent.

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The Elven Forest
Graxitica kept moving, the uneasy feeling he had early still dwelling. He knew all too well that if he stopped, the forest would definitely retaliate in some fashion. Not that he was worried about that - his psionic link with any source of energy in this area had already been voluntarily severed (and he still wondered how that gigantic "thing" had reacted to the backlash from the severing...but that was a fleeting thought). It was as his mind decided to play out a scenario of the tree-thing being wracked in pain from a sudden insurgency of psionic power that he heard a most familiar sound.

'Ah, the wolves,' an amused look crossed the otherwise sturdy face of the beast-shell. 'They've come in handy before...', remembering a time of his reign over the planet Kalderi, Graxitica let out a low rumble of a chuckle. He didn't know if any of his tricks would still work these days, especially given how uneasy it made him feel with the way that gnome appeared, and how it looked upon him...one thing was certain to him though: there was evil, an evil precense somewhere within this forest, hidden by barriers and magics of the fey and those that would call themselves "good".

Chef Cheif could be either a Battle Axe/Invuln Brute or Invuln/BA tank. Hatchet model BA, need a chef hat ... one of those scientist jackets...all in white (the hatchet can be whatever color just the white outfit.) Maybe find something in the creator to make the jacket look splattered with blood.

Next up:
Nook & Cranny

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Not one to be all too concerned with the intense heat, Negative Rise leapt down from the rim of the volcano, attempting to land on any sort of rock outcrop that would be below. Watching as the Khelarian dove in head first, Negative Rise followed suit, a shallow memory of doing the same thing while in Hell.
Swimming in lava wasn't one of those things just any damned soul could do - one had to be either born in Hell itself or be damned to a particular circle of Hell...and this distinction is where Rise's memory constantly failed him. From what he was able to discern, true-born demons KNEW they were true-born...while everyone else didn't...

With no tail to help propel him, Rise's lavaswim technique was more of a human imitating a frog's swim underwater...and much to the Khelarian's surprise he was more than capable of keeping pace with the creature. He also had an advantage over the living flesh - he had no need to surface for air, and could dismiss that as simply a benefit of the magical enchantments that had been bestowed upon him from his "home world". Upon reaching the shallows, Rise looked up at the crystalline tree, a certain measure of awe may've crossed his face, yet his usual frowning lips and the black orbs he had as eyes couldn't possibly give any such notion away.

Then Tamrat was on the move again, so once again Negative Rise followed. Reaching the ladder just as the Khelari was about halfway up it, Rise planted one heavy booted foot on the bottom rung as he reached up, pulling himself out of the lava...and then he leapt to the top of the ladder just as Tamrat took a couple steps on the upper walkway.

"So, Tamrat," Nev'oroxis said while he followed the Khelari into the open chamber, "swimming in water is MUCH easier than swimming in lava!" The demon's chuckle from saying this would sound as nails scraping a chalkboard, or more as metal raking against stone in refererance to a Khelari's familiarity with annoying sounds. Then he noticed the jetblack Khelari standing in the reflecting pool on the other side of the chamber. -'So THAT'S why this Tamrat wasn't surprised by my midnight black skin and eyes...'- It shouldn't have to come to any particular surprise to him - these creatures did appear lizard-like, almost as if they were dragons of a long lost age... ((I always forget, or get it confused...Khelari are the race of dragons right? Like Jade is?))

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The Elven Forest

FINALLY. I waited all day yesterday...patiently did I wait!

Now's the time to strike!

You have received a belated happy birthday greeting from the Belated happy b-day well wisher guy!

Enjoy!

Wishes AK would pass the tartar sauce...

This thread is gonna make me go back to watching anime on some other website.

Negative Rise looked on as Tamrat asked his question. -'Swim? In the lava? AH HELL...well thank Him Below for the whole magical enchantment bit...'-

Nev'oroxis shrugged his shoulders and said "Well, if it was water I'd say yes. I suppose I could swim in lava too, once again thanks to the enchantments placed upon me earlier before I arrived here. Lead the way!"

SO...

I was reading the forums earlier today then swapped back over to hulu - been on an anime-watching kick lately I watched Samurai X like a week or two ago now I'm stuck watching Inuyasha so today I stumble back into the forums here because I can only watch so much anime at a time or well I'll just go absolutely totally insane or some such or whatever anyways I dabbled around a bit in the forum games section here 'cause forum games are "da bomb and da *******" from what I've heard and read here in forum games then I stumbled into this one thread, not sure if it was this or not but there was a link to some music video on youtube (an english version of some song) for Kingdom Hearts 2 so I clicked it cause, hell, why not nothing better to do so the video (yes I actually watched the video) goes from showing clips of KH2 to clips of anime shows and hey - what the hell there's a clip of Inuyasha in that video and I'm like "WUTTHEHELL" so then the video ended and I closed that stupid evil youtube window down like there was no tomorrow and browsed some more in forum games until I stumbled into this thread and hey another linky...so I clicked it and the link sent me to the Wonderella comic strip which I actually found another link to that comic somewhere else on these forums it was either someone else's sig or just a random link in some random post so I spent I dunno maybe an hour or so reading through some of those comics (frickin' hilarious) and now I'm just getting back to this thread here and earlier it was at 12 pages and now it's at 13 pages and so I had to make a post because hey this is the anything thread right?

So anyways now there's this comet heading straight for Earth and there's this giant deathraybeam laser satellite in orbit and Houston transmitted a signal to the satellite to tell it "ANNIHILATE THE COMET NOW, DEATHRAYBEAM LASER SATELLITE!" so the satellite powered up and took aim at the comet then the cargo bay doors opened up revealing the deathraybeam laser so it could shoot the comet down without destroying the satellite it sits in and then KABLAMO the deathraybeam laser fired it's laser at the comet and the comet was destroyed and now everyone should start ducking since there's chunks of comet heading right for us (well they're tiny chunks now so I don't think anyone needs to duck) but the radiation being emitted from the tiny itty bitty pieces of comet is like totally off the charts and in about 10-20 years or so we should start seeing walking, talking sharks...

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!

If you act now yes, right this very instant! you too can save up to $4.95 on your next purchase of some random car insurance policy but only if you DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, right this very instant!

Thank you have a nice day[CoH] (To hell with you have a horrible day![CoV])

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Elec/Psi Dominator (Female model, Circuitry details on costume, possibly another robotic type but doesn't have to be robotic!)

River Dancer

I have a couple under level 50 tanks on Pinnacle...a WP/SS and a stone/stone.

I'm cool with whatever.

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-'What's this? They have transports on this planet?'- the words nearly crawled right out of his mouth, yet his nature prevented him from speaking it. Whatever manner of creature he was speaking with, these things definitely had quite the advantage over humanity already.

Looking down at Tamrat, he gave the Khelarian a suprised look. "Of course I don't want to stay here the rest of my life!" he said, trying not to shout but at the same time to let Tamrat know he was serious. Which just so happened to be a total lie - controlling a world such as this could prove to be quite..."My people, we have only discovered a couple of other worlds through magical means. One of those worlds is ... well very hostile towards us. The other world is devoid of any life. Many wise men have lost their lives exploring that barren wasteland of a planet..." he lowered his head a bit, as if lost in thought over dead friends. "You're telling me you have the means to leave this planet on a whim? Ahem, in other words you can leave this place whenever you want to?" crossing his arms, Nev'oroxis would appear to be intrigued by this. Then...
"Well, I just got here, so it would be a great disservice to my people to not explore this place, especially encountering ones such as yourself that have the means to come and go as they please...so of course I can stay awhile!"

Such nuances as this didn't concern Graxitica. However, as he had just recently took this form and most of his power was drained from obtaining it, whatever power he could absorb here in this forest would be just enough to level him off.

Plus, he was definitely in no position to argue as the thing appeared to be staring right at him and would no doubt give away his position and arrival. He forcibly absorbed just enough through his connection with the tainted source to top off then severed his link, the psionic backlash roaring straight towards whatever sentience that took up residence inside the thing.

Then he noticed the gnome, the golems popping up out of the ground, the lightning attempting to strike him...and the elves. Oh, the elves.

He let them fire their arrows at him. Should any be enchanted, it would just be a great boost to his own power should they hit let alone pierce the armor of his newfound body. He held up his hand, absorbing the lightning strikes - then redirected the electrical flow towards the golems. He winked at the gnome as he awaited the arrows to impact his armored hide, leaping down from the wall whether or not they hit him. His landing formed a small crater in the ground, he recovered quickly; a bit too quickly for his bulk one would think - and made a beeline for the trees.

He would simply just have to find a different way to access this untapped energy.

A Claws/Regen scrapper or stalker, monstrous look (large monstrous clawed feet and hands, the monstrous face that looks like it has a wolf snout, animated wolf tail. Now here's the interesting part: could either be furry or robotic, since the name is "toy dog")

Bat'er Up

The strange message had come and gone, as if it were a dream...

The next morning:
The warming rays of the sunshine danced across his skin, awakening him from yet another restless night. Ever since he was born, Samuel Jefferson had been unable to sleep, and last night was no different from the past 11,320 or so nights. Sitting up in the bed of his one-room, sparsely furnished King's Row apartment, he yawned for no apparent reason other than to lift his arms up...and slipped off the headband.

He walked into the bathroom as he always did each and every morning, non-chalantly and completely unprepared as he glanced into one of the few remaining shards of the mirror, whose frame still resided directly over the sink. He stopped jumping at the image that was reflected back long ago, yet it still made him...uneasy. After his usual morning routine, Sam went back to the nightstand and grabbed up his headband, tying it on extra tight today. The Agency-provided cellphone on his desk had been chiming in, the monophonic tone informing him he had an urgent message. He picked up his phone, glancing at the LCD screen.
'Well, a text message instead of voicemail today,' he wondered. 'Well, maybe they're letting me know my services are no longer required!' To his dismay, the message wasn't what he hoped for. However, it did seem to suggest he was being given a day off today, but first he had an appointment. Grabbing up his simplistic, ripped sleeve gi and throwing it on as he walked out the front door, he couldn't help but wonder if this appointment had anything to do with the strange near-dream he had last night.

He sprinted down the few blocks from his apartment to the yellow line tram, the inner-city route of the PTA's mass transit system. Even though he was employed by Agency One, a registered super-hero and all, the hero known as The Grim Saviour didn't mind using the city's elevated trains. Sure, sometimes they occasionally smelled, especially when a few of the homeless hopped on, but otherwise the system was very effecient and the cars were well maintained. Arriving at his destination, Grim stepped out, walking out from under the station's roof. Looking upon City Hall to his left he leapt across the span of the parking lot that was between the station and the center of Paragon's city government.

Not one to stand around all day amongst the great statues that surrounded the Hall, he dashed around to the front of the building, timing his entrance just right as some random citizen entered the structure. The representative of the city waved at him as he entered, but his business was not with her this day.

As he turned to the right, he bumped right into Azuria as she was walking up the stairs. "Oh! My apologies!" he said, still somewhat focused on his destination as he looked down at the head of Atlas Park's MAGI division. "OH! Azuria! I thought you never left your office..." he muttered out as he realized he had stumbled into the very person he was to see today.

"Normally, no, I don't," she said, taking his hand as he offered to help her up. "Just needed some coffee this morning." She looked up at the man as she shook off the dust from her usual pink skirt. "Which is very odd since I thought I quit drinking coffee years ago!" She then realized who the man was and why he was here. "Oh, you're here already! Please, if you wouldn't mind, keep an eye on my office while I get a cup?"

He nodded in affirmation to the mystic and went straight to her office.

This is a dedicated OOC thread for the Open RP Heaven & Hell on Earth thread.

For the opening act, there are numerous way for which one can introduce their characters.

Agents of M.A.G.I., S.E.R.A.P.H., D.A.T.A., and G.I.F.T., as well as the newly mentioned S.A.M., may even have a hand with delivering this information. Yes, I know I excluded the E.L.I.T.E. branch but yes even they might even show some interest in this. Since the acronyms are already in abundance, and recently seen something that may or may not have anything to do with a new origin to the game, I'm going to attempt to restrain myself from making any new such organization.

Since I do have an SG called "Paragon City Agency One" (PCA1), don't be surprised for me to drop in agents from this group.

Obviously Arachnos is going to take great interest in this. Not to mention the CoT, Banished Pantheon, and countless other groups.

Anyway - it's open to one and all, just keep any and all comments, suggestions, and OOC statements to this thread!

((Two paths to choose from, four "scars" to seek out...

Of course each and every one of you have always asked: My "dark-whatever" character draws their power from this "Netherworld"...so were is the access point at? Where in all of Paragon City and the Rogue Isles would every single dark empowered being gain their powers, and furthermore: what exactly would the Netherworld appear as?

On the flip-side of the coin: Dark empowered beings aren't the only ones popping up across Paragon and the Isles. There's even in-game arcs in Croatoa discussing this otherworldly "Spirit Plane" - so where, exactly, is the access point of this place?

Well, here you go. Oh, and yes: the source of this information is available to anyone that has ever wondered about these things, and yes, the source is very well hidden from prying eyes. I realized as I was writing the first post that I was able to write it without using words such as "I, us, we, our" and etc... and it dawned on me that the "source" of this information would remain well-hidden even from metabeings.

Introduce your characters as you see fit. Choosing a path to take is completely up to you, and if you would like to bring in a character that would rather remain in the gray area, that's fine too.))

Just beyond the forests of Croatoa...

Secrets hidden within the shadowy islands of the Nerva Archipelago...

Amid the clamor and shim-sham glam of St. Martial...

Buried deep below the cemetery of Dark Astoria...

Long before human settlers made their way to these lands, there was a catastrophic war - a war filled with horrors and miracles alike unimaginable to the human brain. This war ravaged a little known rock of planet, third in succession from a solitary star nestled within the confines of the outstretched arm of a galaxy long ago set on a collision course with another. Waged during a time before even the tiniest of microscopic life began appearing on this planetary chunk, the very events that have coursed throughout all of history were directly precipitated by the outcome of this war.

All one had to do was ... well, you had to have been there to know of this correlation. For the innumerous ages that the planet; now charmingly called "Earth" by the dominant species inhabiting it, has been capable of producing life, there has been a seemingly everlasting war being silently waged between the two factions that fought so openly during the planet's infancy. Throughout the history of human existence, the darker faction of these two warring parties has constantly sought out the immeasurable power hidden deep within this species. The other faction, born of light and everything humans deem "good", constantly protected the species from not only it's very own destructive nature but also the evil designs of the dark faction. As events began to unfold throughout human history, many attempts to collect as many "souls" for each warring faction were made.

Well, the majority of the history of this planet is fairly well documented, and many of you would already know how things have been shaped from "recent history". What you do not know are the things that have happened long before life existed on this planet, and the scars left behind so long ago.

Yes, in reference to the first four phrases...these are just four locations of the many scars left on this planet from that war long ago. As this planet was still forming at the time, still malleable and fragile, these scars SHOULD'VE naturally disappeared. However, they were not naturally created...and what they lead to...what they lead to had to be sealed off and sealed away from anything that was to arise on this planet.

The destinations of each of these scars? Well, the speculations are too numerous; yet one thing is certain: almighty, brilliant energy surges from the scars in Croatoa and St. Martial while vast, dark energies flow freely forth from those in Dark Astoria and Nerva.

The seals upon these scars of the planet? Yes, the seals, if not already outright shattered, are definitely weakening. Are these scars capable of being repaired, restored, replaced? Numerous studies of the energy flows in Astoria and Croatoa have only been able to provide a measurement of such power being emanated from each location. Whether these seals can be restored or not, is apparently beyond human ingeniuty for the time being.

Now - with this newly acquired knowledge of these four scars - new questions that only each of you can answer on your own: What do you make of it, what is it that you truly seek in life? Would you embrace the powers seeping out of these scars for your own selfish gains, or to perhaps keep the delicate balance between light and dark in check? Maybe you feel you already have the power to re-seal these scars? Choose your paths accordingly - for the very powers residing within these scars will easily destroy you if you don't!

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Negative Rise took in all the information the student offered with far greater interest than he allowed the creature to notice. Being a demon from Hell did provide Nev'oroxis a certain degree of access to information, and all new information provided to one such as Negative Rise would be a great addition to the vaults and libraries that indeed stood in the very depths of the unholy realm. -'This couldn't be any more perfect had I planned it all!'- his inner demonic voice rang, and then -'Wait. What if these creatures want to experiment on me? HAHAHAHHAHA! Now wouldn't that be amusing...attempting to experiment on a demon...'-

Nev'oroxis shifted his extended hand, the motion appearing to be a common human wave gesture, only differing by his digits and hand still turned on their side. Then, lowering his arm, he glanced down, but not directly at, Tamrat. "Good to meet you, Tamrat," he replied to the Khelarian's introduction. Listening to the lizard-being's explanation of how this planet operated, Nev'oroxis just stood there, attempting to give the Khelarian a bewildered look; as if all the techno-babble was downright confusing him. Truth be told his exploits on Earth left him with a vast internal record of teleportation, signal transmission, dimensional shifting and many, many other forms of transmissions. It also turned out to his great fortune that he wasn't any normal living creature, as it could've surely lead to his own early demise. Not that any sort of "death" mattered to him. Then came the creature's offer. -'Oh yes, this will be most informational...'-
"Why yes, meeting your Master Vetdjat would be my pleasure," he answered non-chalantly. "Seeing as how I'm apparently stuck on this 'Patches' as you called it, and the fact that he knows a great deal how all this ... works, would also be of great benefit to myself! As much as it'd be a great boon to my people, I can't very well remain here for the rest of my life!"
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The Elven Forest
As soon as the trees began reacting to the ever approaching arrival of Graxitica, the incarnate soul of the twin entities began drawing upon a slight strand of the magics, energies and supernatural powers that emanated from the depths of the forest.

Graxitica took note that what he was feeding on also happened to be a tainted source of those very same, once pure energies.

As the unimaginably speedy form of Graxitica approached the forest, he noticed the large, imposing wooden gate. Had he any desire to burst through the gate, making any sort of grand, spectacular entrance, he could've easily done so - but instead opted to shift his path to the left.

Judging the height of the walls and trees, he suddenly crouched slightly, then leapt on top of the barrier. ((Two leaps if necessary...)) Nothing would keep him away from a source of this much energy, not even simple trees and wooden walls. 'When are the elves ever gonna learn ... wood so easily burns, and can be dashed to smithereens!'

From atop the wall, he surveyed the expanse of the forest.

((For now I will leave Graxitica atop the wall - any interaction with the forest dwellers and elves I await further input from RottenLuck!))