Greetings all, Just a bit of a set up for this thread. The Rikti are back and in force. Somehow they just appeared in the skies and laid siege across the entirity of the globe in it's entirity. The Rouge Isles, Paragon City, Europe, Asia, South America, North America, all of it. Every thing got hit. Governments are smashed, laws are a joke and nothing more then lines of ink strewn on paper. It's been nearly a year since the actual attack. The world is little better now then it was the day after the inital attack.
Your parts can take place anywhere in the game world. I'm not going to get nitty and gritty with this power does this damage and you must know this to do this or anything like that. The only stipulation is if you intend to interact with another character. Fight conclusions should be arranged in advance (though please no A beats C now move on). On that note, please no arguments in the thread. If you disagree with someone says or does, take it up with them through Email or PM please.
Now that the stage is set, I call the actors to begin the show. Now raise the curtains.
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The morning was cool, the early morning mysts just breaking apart. Torroes stood on the hill side over looking what had once been an air strip. His memory still rang of days he would board an Arachnoes air transport there to travel to Sirens call. He grinned slighty as he remembered how cramped the insides of the transports had been, but that was probably more due to his size relative to a normal humans build.
Now, the air field served as an improptu docking point for one of the still working ferrys from the rouge isles.
Standing shoulder to shoulder were hundreds upon hundreds of people. Some of them were supers, like Torroes people in possesion of super powers such as super strength or flight. The rest, and the vast majority at that, were normal people who had survived through out the rouge isles.
It had been over a year. Slowly, as if history itself wanted to rest and would hold the world in place while it did so, the survivors had flocked together. Some had tried to fight. Some of them had won small battles agianst the Rikti ground forces. Most had been killed.
Now, many turned to Torroes for a hope of salvation. He would never understand why people looked to him for hope. He had none to offer, and he expected none. He never looked to the morning day expecting anything to be given to him. For his entire adult life, he had looked to the new day and reminded himself of what he needed to do that day.
And today, he needed to lead these survivors out of the Rouge Isles and into Paragon city. Every fiber in Torroes being screamed at him to hurl himself into the sea and escape this madness, perhaps beg the sea witch to claim him. But there was something deeper that drove him to help these people. Perhaps he was more then just a man mutated into the monster he was now. Perhaps the terms Villain and Hero didn't mean as much as people thought they did.
In his heart, Torroes knew he would do what he felt was right. And he felt that helping these people was the right thing to do.
The people would cram themselves into the single ferry and make the six hour journey toward Paragon City. Torroes had had picked eight teams of eight villains. All 64 villains were flyers and were more then capable of flying cover for the ferry while it moved. They would need the cover. With luck, the Rikti would be busy with other matters and wouldn't send large numbers to engage the ferry. The survivors could handle a few flyers here and there.
Torroes looked at the ferry. They were loading the supplies, what few they had. Mostly dried food stuffs. A few crates of medical supplies. It was all they had and in truth it was all they could afford to take. Space was limited, and Torroes wasn't leaving anyone behind if he could help it. Their time was running out. They had perhaps another hour to load supplies and hide for the day. They would board the Ferry after dusk, and under cover of night leave the Rouge Isles.
With luck, they would make it to Paragon city and join up with other survivors. Perhaps there, in Paragon city they could form a bastion and survive. And perhaps one day fight back the Rikti.
Torroes wondered how survivors from the Rouge isles would be treated in Paragon. The citizens would be of little consequence. More refugees. The supers would be a different class altogether. Many had long standing fueds with the heroes of Paragon, and there was no reason to beleive the reverse side wasn't true as well. Plus Long Bow was centered out of Paragon city. Torroes himself was pretty high on their most wanted lists. Would the threat of the Rikti allow these previously viscious enemies to unit and survive? Or would the rivals continue until both groups meet their obliteration at one another's hands?
Torroes didn't have an answer to his own question, but he did know that staying in the Rouge Isles was tantimount to suicide.
Greetings all, Just a bit of a set up for this thread. The Rikti are back and in force. Somehow they just appeared in the skies and laid siege across the entirity of the globe in it's entirity. The Rouge Isles, Paragon City, Europe, Asia, South America, North America, all of it. Every thing got hit. Governments are smashed, laws are a joke and nothing more then lines of ink strewn on paper. It's been nearly a year since the actual attack. The world is little better now then it was the day after the inital attack.
Your parts can take place anywhere in the game world. I'm not going to get nitty and gritty with this power does this damage and you must know this to do this or anything like that. The only stipulation is if you intend to interact with another character. Fight conclusions should be arranged in advance (though please no A beats C now move on). On that note, please no arguments in the thread. If you disagree with someone says or does, take it up with them through Email or PM please.
Now that the stage is set, I call the actors to begin the show. Now raise the curtains.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
The morning was cool, the early morning mysts just breaking apart. Torroes stood on the hill side over looking what had once been an air strip. His memory still rang of days he would board an Arachnoes air transport there to travel to Sirens call. He grinned slighty as he remembered how cramped the insides of the transports had been, but that was probably more due to his size relative to a normal humans build.
Now, the air field served as an improptu docking point for one of the still working ferrys from the rouge isles.
Standing shoulder to shoulder were hundreds upon hundreds of people. Some of them were supers, like Torroes people in possesion of super powers such as super strength or flight. The rest, and the vast majority at that, were normal people who had survived through out the rouge isles.
It had been over a year. Slowly, as if history itself wanted to rest and would hold the world in place while it did so, the survivors had flocked together. Some had tried to fight. Some of them had won small battles agianst the Rikti ground forces. Most had been killed.
Now, many turned to Torroes for a hope of salvation. He would never understand why people looked to him for hope. He had none to offer, and he expected none. He never looked to the morning day expecting anything to be given to him. For his entire adult life, he had looked to the new day and reminded himself of what he needed to do that day.
And today, he needed to lead these survivors out of the Rouge Isles and into Paragon city. Every fiber in Torroes being screamed at him to hurl himself into the sea and escape this madness, perhaps beg the sea witch to claim him. But there was something deeper that drove him to help these people. Perhaps he was more then just a man mutated into the monster he was now. Perhaps the terms Villain and Hero didn't mean as much as people thought they did.
In his heart, Torroes knew he would do what he felt was right. And he felt that helping these people was the right thing to do.
The people would cram themselves into the single ferry and make the six hour journey toward Paragon City. Torroes had had picked eight teams of eight villains. All 64 villains were flyers and were more then capable of flying cover for the ferry while it moved. They would need the cover. With luck, the Rikti would be busy with other matters and wouldn't send large numbers to engage the ferry. The survivors could handle a few flyers here and there.
Torroes looked at the ferry. They were loading the supplies, what few they had. Mostly dried food stuffs. A few crates of medical supplies. It was all they had and in truth it was all they could afford to take. Space was limited, and Torroes wasn't leaving anyone behind if he could help it. Their time was running out. They had perhaps another hour to load supplies and hide for the day. They would board the Ferry after dusk, and under cover of night leave the Rouge Isles.
With luck, they would make it to Paragon city and join up with other survivors. Perhaps there, in Paragon city they could form a bastion and survive. And perhaps one day fight back the Rikti.
Torroes wondered how survivors from the Rouge isles would be treated in Paragon. The citizens would be of little consequence. More refugees. The supers would be a different class altogether. Many had long standing fueds with the heroes of Paragon, and there was no reason to beleive the reverse side wasn't true as well. Plus Long Bow was centered out of Paragon city. Torroes himself was pretty high on their most wanted lists. Would the threat of the Rikti allow these previously viscious enemies to unit and survive? Or would the rivals continue until both groups meet their obliteration at one another's hands?
Torroes didn't have an answer to his own question, but he did know that staying in the Rouge Isles was tantimount to suicide.
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