Lord_Raymond

Name: Club Baby Seals

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RP Level: RP-friendly, RP-intensive, RP-lite, nonRP, /sg IC, 100% IC spatial, etc., what degree of immersion do you expect or require?

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Activity: A few people on usually at any time of the day.

Requirements for Membership: None really, other than being active

Leadership: Khopesh Rex, Balrog of Moria, Steel Axe

In-Game Contact(s): Global @Lord_Raymond or @Fighting Irishman for in-game contact(s)

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Other Details: Club Baby Seals, its the right thing to do.

Hello Victory Server,

Just wanted to make sure that everyone out there knows about this awesome Super Group, The Wolves. I know what you are thinking. Why would I join this group when I am not a wolf character? GOOD NEWS, you don't have to be, in fact none of us are physically wolves, all you have to do is have the pack mentality. So if you are a team player, and you want to help a young super group grow, please send a tell to Howling-Wolf, or to my global chat which is of course my forum account name. Have a great day everyone.

--Howling-Wolf

Ok so I am back and wondering what happened with this thread? Where did everybody go?

(Greetings from Vienna, Austria. I was just stopping by to say hey and checking up on the progress of the story and see that there really is none? What's the deal with that? If the story starts to pick up a little maybe I will be able to jump back in, I just wish Rami would get back in the mix)

(Hey I am just stopping bye to say that the reason Iron American left is because I am currently overseas and won't always be able to reply, so I will probably be able to check every couple of days, so if the story gets really good, I may be back in the fray soon. Also if you do for whatever reason want me to come back soon, feel free to leave an open ended post for me to come back with.)

"Stay the night here? Don't count on it for me. I really don't have the time to stay around with you guys for long. Since this job offer has kind of taken a turn for the worse I think I am going to head home for the night. So tell you what. Here is my number," said Michael, handing a piece of paper to Eagle. "Peace. I'm out."

As Michael walked out of the room, he turned his head back and said, "I better here from you guys if anything else goes down. And by the way Eagle, I would have called you Glowly Guy or something of that sort. Adios.

"Yes, I'm coming. She will be fine, the blasts are non-fatal. I decided it would be best if I took her out because otherwise Dead-Eye there would have killed someone. Most likely you, Gimpy," said the Iron American pointing at Antagonism. "Now that I have given my explanation, I think now's as good a time as any to introduce myself to the rest of you. I am the Iron American. So, lets hear your names, so I don't have to keep giving you these nicknames any time I want to say something?"

Helmet interrupted Michael, saying, "You can't attack a Longbow Soldier unless you are certain that he is in the wrong."

"Agreed. Helmet, target the animal woman."

Michael jumped up into the air, avoiding the spines. When he reached his peak he took aim on Mare, and quickly released three energy blasts from his fists and then fired a fourth, slower, yet larger and more powerful blast.

To Experiment, Michael shouted, "Our attention should be on her, those other two are going to have to settle things for themselves."

The Iron American landed and awaited to see if his blasts had all made contact, if any had at all.

(I'm so confused as to where this is all going. But oh well)

"Steel Spaniard?" asked Michael aloud to himself looking down at his own Red, White and Blue armor, "is this guy blind or just jealous of my wit? I always thought that it was pretty obvious from the colors who I was representing. Oh well, the rate and manner in which he is firing he must not be thinking to clearly at this point."

Readying himself in a Sniper Blast position, the Iron American decided now was the time to get some tactical advice from his personal assistant which he so affectionately called Helmet, seeing as this assistant was his Helmet. "Helmet, who should I shoot and where should I shoot 'em?"

"Sir, my only recommendation would be that you eliminate the danger of the Longbowman's firearms. Aside from that and the crazy woman you have already deemed a threat, I see no further issues."

"Sounds good to me."

"Attention Longbow Soldier. I have two things to say to you. One, I am the guy who gives witty nicknames here. Two, Put down you guns and calm the hell down, or I will release this energy blast at your risk. And psycho spine girl you need to pull yourself together or otherwise you too are in for a world of pain you probably haven't experienced before. The rest of you either help bring this situation back down to normal or go get people who will, cause we don't need this getting any more out of hand."

Noticing things were clearly getting out of control, the Iron American decided he should try to explain things, or at least explain why he was there.

"All right everybody calm down. First things first, listen here newbie. Trigger Happy Bob here came out of the building we are all standing in front of and was talking to animal chick here. I came up to talk to them because I had received a letter about a job here with Freedom Corps. I came up to them and things were going swimmingly, hell we even had another guest show up," said Iron American motioning towards Justin, "when animal chick starting acting really weird. Well at least weirder than you would expect someone like her to act. So then gunslinger here pulled his firearm to subdue the craziness. And that's when you showed up and grabbed him by the neck. Now that we are all caught up here, I would really like to find out what the hell is up with her!" exclaimed Iron American in the hopes that maybe she would explain herself.

(Sorry I went MIA, just had a busy last couple of days, and I should warn you now that in a couple of days I am leaving for Europe and will have limited internet access so I will come up with a way to remove myself for a while)

Iron American wasn't quite as thrown by the sudden change in Rami's attitude, he had been doing this job for to long to be surprised by crazy people.

"Look here, darlin', while I am flattered, I really don't think your my type. So why don't you do us a favor and explain what's up with you. Cause I think Captain Sassy-pants here is going to be shooting that pretty little face right off of you. So what do you say? Are you some kinda crazy?"

Although Michael sounded like he was keeping his cool, he was secretly charging his energy cannons in his fists, just in case Nick missed his shot. He hadn't even really taken notice yet of the other person who had come up on them.

"Whoa pal, I didn't ask for the job, it was offered to me. So if your gonna get angry take it out on your boss. And as far as looking into my background you and I will have to have a chat later about what you found in there cause I don't want just anybody knowing the kinda stuff that may be in there." The Iron American paused for a second and then continued, "So are we cool or what, pal? I'm not looking for any more enemies at the moment."

Michael Richardson, came around the corner in his street clothes figuring that he was going to be the only person coming to Freedom Corps Office at this hour. He saw the man in the longbow suit talking to the weird looking girl on the bench. Realizing he couldn't go in to talk to the Freedom Corps about the job offer he got in the mail addressed to his other identity, Iron American, with the people there to see him without his armor.

Michael and his grandfather whom he had lived with since his parents died, worked together as weapons designers and had built a armor suit that could emit plasma energy in various beams and other forms that could be used as a non lethal weapon. However his Grandfather passed away shortly before the project was finished and Michael decided that it didn't feel right to sell the armor after all the time and effort they had put into it, so since he wasn't going to be able to make any money without selling it he decided he would go into the hero business and earn rewards that way.

So Michael jumped back around the corner and put on his armor before heading around to the front of building.

"Hey there," said the Iron American as he approached the door. "Are you all here about a job too?" He grabbed at the handle of the door but found it was locked.

"Oh I guess they are closed. That's the weirdest thing, the letter I got said to come by around now. Should we just wait here?"

And I already admitted that my constant attempts to run were considered a cop out, and even if I did attempt to go down a man hole cover or duck into an alley, you would most likely just TP in there. And you are accusing me of godmoding as evidence as to why the godmoding you had done before my post should be allowed. It would appear you will not acknowledge any fault of your own, even though you never explained why your guy can teleport as a method of avoiding every attack. And at this point it would appear that this will not be a successful RP and really should just stop. But thank you for attempting at the very least, I do appreciate that.

OOC: Sorry guys, but this just isn't working, while I like DeviousMe's writing style, I don't like that he just changed what my character's did. Either DeviousMe edits his post or this RP is done. What you are doing is Godmoding which I said was against the rules from the start. Every time I said that Lucertola di Morte was leaving, you would say "no he is not" and come up with some new way for him to not escape, and the first two times, I said to myself, "ok, he is just making it interesting, I will play along with it, and then escape, and it will be an opportunity to build a rivalry between the two. It would be good for RP. But instead, you just decide that when I said Lucertola put you in the Strangler that it didn't happen and that you hadn't finished the attack you started in your previous post. I don't know how on Earth people can stand to roleplay with you if your character has no flaws, and never even gets hurt. I will admit that running from your guy and saying that he escaped could be construed as a bit of a cop-out, but I at least allowed your attacks to hit, and do damage. When you hit me with your freezing bullet, I took it, took damage, and then attempted to run, so that the story could unfold further. But you teleported in front of him and punched him in the gut, which you made apparent should bring Lucertola to his knees. So once again, I play along, take the punch, and then try again to make it apparent that no character is perfect, by using strangler and then you claim that did not happen. When does it occur that my posts actually mean as much as your posts? You say something happens, I go with it and keep moving. I say something happens, and you completely ignore the vast majority of my post, and say that you continued to punch me from your previous post and that my attacks never even occurred. I am sorry for sounding angry, but I am frustrated at the fact that you have decided that your character is invincible. I mean for crying out loud, even when you play in the game, teleporting takes at least a small amount of time to do. Even a character with Superspeed, one of the fastest travel powers, isn't fast enough to hit you before you teleport away. I don't know what you are trying to do here!

"And he is gone, thanks a bunch pal," said Michael to the new arrival. "Well I suppose you can still help. We need to go take care of the bank robbery. Follow me," said Michael as he leaped into the air, bounding towards the scene of the robbery.

Meanwhile Lucertola was becoming increasingly pissed with this guy who kept coming at him. Lucertola took the hit in his stomach surprisingly well

"Look here, ya old jerk. I said I am leaving and while I appreciate your attempts to follow me, your gonna have to move on, at least until I regroup a little. I still don't even know if you are a hero, or another villain. This damn city is so full of us super powered types I can never tell the difference. In any case, I will leave you with a parting gift. One that I am sure you won't be following me after I gives it to ya."

Lucertola stood up tall and raised his hand into the air summoning roots forth out of the ground which bound the man in place. And then he raised the other hand into the air causing a thorny bush to burst from the roots, crawling up the gunslinger's legs and wrapping tightly around his neck.

"There, now if you do somehow manage to get out of this, and you do decide to follow me, I will kill you. That's not a threat. Its a fact. Don't even try to follow me. If you struggle too much before the roots die away, they will tighten. And you wouldn't want that. I would kill you now, if I didn't enjoy the challenge so much. Don't worry though, Grumpy, I'll see ya later."

Lucertola turned with the rest of his crew, and he sped away leaving his team running behind him. Even if the gunslinger did get out, the only ones he would be able to find were Lucertola's lackeys.

Lucertola turned to see the bullet fired and was fully aware that he couldn't dodge this one. In a last gasp of effort to avoid being frozen, Lucertola shot spines out of every part of his body, creating a sphere of spines around him. The bullet hit and immediately many of the spines froze and shatter, but Lucertola had managed to prevent himself from being hit. But the spines were a part of him and slowly the ice moved up the spines and onto his skin, and he would soon be frozen.

"Good shot," said Lucertola with toothy grin. "It looks like I am going to need some first aid, so I am gonna have to get going, maybe we will pick this up another time? If you need to find me, check with your mother, she has my number," concluded Lucertola di Morte with a laugh as he and his fellow Family members took off.

"Michael, Lucertola di Morte is getting away, you should pursue him, quickly! Also, a bank robbery was just reported as well." said Helmet.

"Negative, Helmet, I gotta find out who this guy is," replied Michael.

Michael turned to the gunslinger. "Identify yourself!"

(I made the mistake of forgetting to put OPEN in next to RP in the title)

"If it appears that I don't have much brains you should look in a mirror because you don't have the brain capacity to see how ridiculous you look, Cowboy. I wouldn't worry about those guys, they're a bunch of chumps. I am the only one you need ta worry about, because when I drop this guy, I will slitting your throat before he hits da floor. You with me so far? Don't blink."

It was then that Michael suddenly began to fall. Lucertola di Morte burst toward the elderly cowboy with a spine jutting out of his wrist. The lizard man's speed was mind-boggling considering his size, and before the Iron American hit the ground, Lucertola was almost upon the gunslinger.

Looks like I misjudged the time it would take to be slitting this guy's throat , thought Lucertola as he swung at the man with his spine.

OOC: Yeah feel free to join just jump right in.

Lucertola di Morte slowly raised his hands into the air. "It would appear you've got me. Of course I am more than a little confused what a member of the illustrious Malta would be doing here. Especially while I am eliminating a hero. It just strikes me as off, you can correct me if I am wrong in thinking so. But I think a young man such as yourself oughtta know that if you even fake like yous was going to shoot me, I would snap his neck in an instant."

Meanwhile Michael was writhing in the branches of the tree.

"Helmet, get me a way out of this."
"My only suggestion would be to attempt to release a blast out of your feet."
"Can I do that, Helmet?"
"If you give me a moment I can reconfigure the system."
"Just hurry the hell up would ya? These guys are making me uncomfortable."

OOC: I have been away from the game for a while so I am a little out of practice with the roleplaying but I think it should go well. The setting is this: Your character is going to be a soldier of one sort or another in one of the villain groups from the game or from a villain group of your own design. If your character is a hero your character will be a member of one of the Hero organizations from the game, or a Supergroup of you own design. I recommend that we try to stay with groups from the game that way you are more likely to have multiple people from the same groups in the RP. Here are the rules, most of which are just standard.

1. No God-like characters
2. Don't use other people's characters without their permission.
3. Please limit yourself to no more than 3 characters, so you don't confuse the crap out of people.
4. Have fun, and be realistic, or as realistic as one can be when roleplaying about superheroes and supervillains.

Michael Richardson, or the Iron American as he was better known as, had recently been invited to be an official employee of Longbow, which as it turned out was no more glamorous than being an unaffiliated hero. But at least he was getting paid now.

"Michael, we have a message from HQ. Your needed to go take care of a gang fight taking place in Blyde Square over in Steel Canyon," said Helmet. Helmet is more or less Michael's conscience, and of course is also the head piece to Michael's iron suit which he wears when he is doing his crime fighting thing.

"All right, Helmet, let's get going."

Michael put on the rest of hiis armor and leapt out of the window of his apartment off to Blyde Square.

Meanwhile in Blyde Square The Family was starting a rumble with the Trolls. A drug deal had gone poorly and a Troll got shot by a trigger happy Family member. It was then that one of the Trolls pulled a shotgun on The Family. As the first Shotgun shot was fired, Lucertola Di Morte bolted onto the scene. With his Super Speed, the Lizard of Death (which is what Lucertola di Morte means), managed to get in front of the shotgun shot with time enough for him to conjure a plant forth from the ground to take the shot for him.

Lucertola di Morte had until just recently been the mild mannered Italian gangster for the Family named Vincent Gandolfi, or Vinny G as he was more commonly known. But after he didn't follow through on a Family order they were going to have him killed in a mutagen production plant. Knowing that he was in trouble, Vinny had bought the boss a pet iguana to make ammends, which he was going to give to the boss upon the night of their meeting. It was a weird present to be sure, but it was expensive and he knew that that would be all that the boss really cared about. But when he met with the boss that evening they bound him and gagged him and took him to the plant. They shoved him into a vat of the mutagen, and along with him went the iguana and its miniature habitat. The lizard and the plants from the cage infused with Vinny's DNA and he became a giant man lizard. When Vinny breached the surface of the vat he leapt out and killed his assailants with complete ease. The boss, who was not present at the killing heard about this and decided it would be best to make ammends with the giant lizard. He promoted Vinny and soon Lucertola di Morte as the other mobsters called him was one of the Family's top assassins.

The fight raged on with Lucertola di Morte speeding around slitting the throats of Trolls with the spines that he would shoot from his arms. It was then that the Iron American arrived on the scene to quell the riot.

"Helmet, identify the giant lizard thing," demanded Michael.
"Identified. Lucertola di Morte, a high ranking member of The Family."

Turning to the monster Michael aimed his fist. "Lucertola di Morte, you will stop killing these trolls immediately and will come quietly with me to Longbow Headquarters."

"Looky here, punk. If you're looking to get involved here I should warn you what a mistake that would be," replied Lucertola in reptilian growl with an Italian accent.

"I didn't actually think you were going to listen to me, so let's do this the American way."

"What? You think that because I got the accent that I'm not an American. If anything I am the one doing things the American way. Murder and steal till you get to the top!" shouted Lucertola di Morte as he ran full speed at Michael with a giant spine protruding from his hand.

Michael leapt out of the way just as the lizard swung at him. "I am wearing a suit of armor, pal. Poking me with a stick may prove slightly ineffective even if you do hit me," said Michael mockingly. Michael charged his blaster and swung an energy torrent down at Lucertola di Morte and the other gang members that were there. Lucertola dodged effortlessly while the other went flying backwards.

As the Iron American descended to the ground, Lucertola commanded a huge tree straight out of the concrete up at Michael insnaring him in it branches, which Lucertola wrapped around Michael arms and legs.

"Looks like your stuck," said Lucertola di Morte, "and if you struggle I will snap your arms and legs off."

Panicing, Michael commanded, "Helmet, send out a broadcast for help from other heroes in the area, and quickly."

"Yes Michael" replied Helmet as he sent out the broadcast

OOC: This is my set up for you all to join in. I hope its not cheezy. You don't have to be a hero to jump in now, you can be a rival gang, or anything. Have fun with it.

This is the introduction for a book I have been writing for a while based on some of the characters I have created in City of Heroes. I am going to post the intro, and if there are some people interested in more I will post more. Keep in mind that this is a novel so it is going to be long. All right I hope you all like it.


Prologue

“C’mon pops, throw me a curveball.”
“Sure thing, Michael. Here goes.”
Michael pulled back to swing and turned on the pitch, hitting it right as it crossed the plate. The ball sailed high into the air, carrying towards the fence.
“Nice swing, son,” said Mr. Richardson as the ball finally fell on the other side of the fence, “we should probably go get that ball and head home.” It was a small field but Michael was still beaming.
“Race you there!” shouted Michael as he took off out of the park and ran towards where the ball landed.
“Wait son it isn’t safe to run off on your own in this part of town!” shouted Mr. Richardson as he ran after his son. They turned the corner and there was the ball. Michael bent down and picked up the ball.
Michael’s mom and dad had moved the family into this part of town a few months ago. Both his parents were teachers and had agreed that they could be best used in the inner city. They decided that it was a good way to give to the community.
“I got it dad, let’s go home and tell mom about…” said Michael as he lifted his head to find a gun in his face and his dad standing very still.
“Sorry kid this will only take a second. Your dad was just about to give me his wallet and watch and I will be on my way,” said a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt with a gun to the back of Mr. Richardson’s head.
Mr. Richardson handed the wallet and watch to the robber. “There. You have what you want now go and leave us alone.”
“All right then, you two have a nice day now.”
It was then that Mr. Richardson grabbed the bat and swung it at the robbers back.
“Way to go Dad! Hit him again!” and Michael’s dad did. He hit him in the stomach this time and the robber doubled over.
“Big mistake pal.” The robber picked up his gun and aimed it at Michael. As he pulled the trigger Mr. Richardson dove in front of the gun taking the bullet in his chest, puncturing his lung and lodging in his back.
“Now look what you did! Man, I didn’t want to shoot nobody. But you couldn’t just let me walk away. Well I guess you learned a lesson. Damn, I’m outta here.”

“Dad! Dad! Someone please help him! This is all my fault, I am so sorry dad! This isn’t what I wanted! I was just trying to be brave!”
But no one came to help. It was rough times in Paragon City, crime was at an all time high, all the politicians were corrupt, and there was no citizen who felt like it was there job to help their fellow citizens. Mr. Richardson died that day leaving Mrs. Richardson and Michael both heartbroken. Michael’s mother passed away a few years after the shooting. Doctor’s said it was unexplainable, but anyone who knew the woman knew she just couldn’t bear the pain of living on in the world that would not save her husband.
Michael of course blamed no one but himself for the whole situation. He blamed himself for hitting the robber, thus provoking the shooting. He blamed himself for not being able to stop the robber from shooting the gun at all. And when his mother died he blamed himself for that as well. What was a little boy of age 10 supposed to think when he saw his father murdered and his mother die of heartbreak when he was 14. Michael then moved in with his Grandfather, an inventor who lived in Wyoming. It was a very different situation to get accustomed to for Michael. Everything was so clean in Jackson Hole. It was a ski resort town next to the Tetons. It was a beautiful landscape unlike anything in Paragon City.
Grandpa Richardson had moved to Wyoming after retiring from his career as one of the military’s top weapons designers. Despite having worked with the military for 50 years, Grandpa Richardson did not have the attitude of someone you would expect from a military man. He was very calm, quiet, and kind hearted. He took in Michael and raised him up right.
When Michael was 18 he went to the University of Notre Dame, where he majored in Aerospace and Chemical Engineering and as soon as he graduated he went back to Wyoming to take care of his aging grand dad.


But Michael Richardson isn’t the only man this tale is about. While Michael and his Dad were being robbed, a young man by the name of Raymond was playing with his best friend Franklin in London, England. They were playing a game of Cricket. Raymond was a few years older than Franklin, and a few more still over the young lad Michael back in the States. Raymond was 26 at this time.
Raymond and Franklin were in Raymond’s back yard. Raymond through the ball toward the pegs and Franklin gave it a whack…right through a second floor window of the house.
“Raymond!” shouted Raymond’s uncle.
The two boys ran inside and up the stairs quickly.
“Do not be displeased with Master Raymond, your majesty, it was I who hit the ball,” said Franklin.
“I am sorry Uncle, we will be more careful in the future,” added Lord Raymond.
At this time it is important to make sure it is understood that Raymond Windsor is the nephew of the King and Queen of England. His Father is the brother of the King and his Mother was the daughter of an Irish cousin of the Queen. Unlike most fixed marriages, their marriage was actually a happy one and they really did love each other. Raymond had been made a British Lord after his mother and father had died in a car accident when Raymond was 17. He had been offered the title of Duke, which had belonged to his father but felt it better that the position be filled with someone of greater age and experience.
“Well, needless to say your father will be having a talk with you Franklin,” said the King, “Now you are excused.”
“Thank you, your majesty,” said Franklin bowing to the King, “See you later Raymond.”
Franklin left the room leaving only Raymond and his Uncle.
“Raymond, you know that you are practically a son to me, and that the Queen and I have never once regretted having you stay with us.”
“Of course I know that Uncle. I also know that you wouldn’t be talking like this unless you had a reason. You know that whatever you need of me I will do.”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear. For a long time now we have been looking for a way to show that the Royal Family is still a part of how the country is run. We believe that having a person from our family as a high ranking officer in the Military will be a good way to show that we are not just figure heads. But of course, my son is the only child I have, and if he were to be…well…defeated in combat, then we would have no heir for the thrown. So, what I wanted to ask was…”
“Would I be the member of the family to join the military?”
“Exactly. What do you say my boy?”
“I would be honored, to serve in our great nations military.”
“Splendid, you leave tomorrow morning, best pack quickly.”
Raymond quickly said good bye to his Uncle and ran to his room, where Franklin and his father were waiting to see him. Franklin’s dad had already heard the news from the King, being the King’s butler did have its perks and had relayed the information to his son. Franklin was quite broken up.
“I can’t believe you are leaving after all we’ve been through, we’ve done everything together, your uncle even sent me to college with you at Cambridge! And now you are just up and going off to the military?”
“Oh come on now Franklin, its not like he is dieing, and besides now you may find yourself with some time to get a nice woman to marry, instead of gallivanting about as Lord Raymond’s crony,” said Franklin’s father who was more than happy for Raymond.
“Your father’s right Franklin, this is wonderful news, I am finally doing something with my life, and ever since my parents died I have become stagnant, just rolling along with whatever the rest of the family wanted me to do. Now I can be in charge. Its wonderful news and I am sure I will see you again. Now please, help me pack, I have to get going first thing in the morning and I don’t want to have forgotten anything.”
After a few hours they had packed almost everything Raymond needed, and a few things he didn’t. Unfortunately they fell asleep before they had finished and the next morning when the car to take Raymond away pulled up, they had to scramble.
“Damn it, do I have everything?” asked Raymond as he scrambled to close all his bags.
“Yeah, I think that’s everything, bye Raymond.”
“Goodbye Franklin.”
Raymond ran down the stairs and out the door and as he opened the door to his cab Franklin appeared in the window upstairs.
“You forgot something, here, catch!”
Raymond caught the object and then stopped to look at it. It was a locket which had belonged to his mother, it had a picture of him and his parents inside it and inscribed in it was a message.
“Never Forget Who You Are” read Raymond quietly to himself. He then looked up to Franklin and shouted “Thanks my friend, take care of yourself, and go find a woman for yourself.”
“Whatever you say Raymond,” said Franklin as Raymond got into the car and drove off.
“Greetings Lord Raymond,” said the man driving the car, “I am Lt. General Wilder, from now on, everything changes.”

So you writing any new stories for us any time soon?

The Epilogue of Lord Raymond

After the defeat of The Center and the end of the war, Raymond thought he had finally reearned his honor after so many years of banishment. He wondered if anyone would recognize him anyways, after all his conditions had worsened over time and his body was now completely made of stone.

When Raymond arrived in London he went straight to where the palace had been. But to his suprise the Palace looked as though it had long since been destroyed by The Council.

A man walked by on the street and noticed Raymond staring at the mountain of rubble that had once represented everything in the world to him.

"I say, you're that chap from the news, aren't you? Lord Raymond isn't it? The news said that you claim to be Royalty, and that you have not been in England for well over 20 years. Is that right?"

"Yes, yes it is..."

Raymond had begun to cry.

"Cheer up ya old bugga, if you're telling the truth then you're King!"

"Wha...good gracious are you serious!?!?"

"There is only one person left who actually knew the real Lord Raymond, he is the son of Lord Raymond's old butler. Franklin's his name."

"Franklin! Do you know where I can find this man?"

"Sure I do, Franklin is my dad. He's a bit of hero here, some people are saying he ought to be King. He led the underground resistance here after the Royal Family was killed," the man said as he led Raymond to large house a few miles away from where the palace had been. It was Raymond's house before he was banished. It only remained standing because The Council thought it had been completely vacated, making it the perfect place for the resistance to form.

The young man stepped in first, and was welcomed by his father. When Lord Raymond came in, Franklin fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty!" Franklin shouted.

Everyone else in the room looked around in astonishment.

"You fools, can't you see who this is! He is your King! King Raymond, sole remaining member of the British Royal Family!"

Immediately people began to drop to one knee.

"King Raymond," Franklin said, "You have regained your honor and are gladly welcomed to your throne."

Raymond broke down, it was too much for him, he had worked so hard to get what he now had, and now he didn't want it.

"Franklin, I cannot accept the crown..."

"Why not?"

"I was not here when my people needed me most, I am no King."

"But sir, please reconsider..."

"Franklin!" Lord Raymond bellowed, "I will not be your King! In fact you will not speak of me coming here!"

"But sir..."

"If anyone asks of the hero who claimed to be Lord Raymond, tell them that it was just some superhero nut-job running around in armor. Hence forth you are to be King Franklin!"

And with that Raymond turned and flew out the door. As he was flying tears rained from his eyes.

"I guess I ought head back to America and help them all with the rebuilding."

When Raymond arrived in America he went to Captain Neem without his old costume, in just a pair of blue jeans, and no shirt, showing his solid rock torso, and most importantly no mask. He had never been seen without the mask since he was first banished.

"Greetings, I just arrived from England, I am looking to help rebuild."

"Well what powers do you have besides your rock body?"

"Thats it, although I have been pretty good with an axe in the past, oh and I can fly. Thats all though."

Raymond could tell Neem knew who he was, and that Neem could tell the Raymond was trying to make a new Identity for himself.

"Well then Ra...sir, what are you calling yourself?" asked Neem.

"Uhh...Granite, yes thats it, Granite is my name."

"Well Granite, welcome to the rebuilding process, I hope your powers can be put to as good a use as the last man I knew with those powers."

"Yes sir, let's hope."

Will do wolffe.

Well how am I suposed to write a story for an epilogue if I still want you to use my character in your next story?