A broken story...

[SharadSun]

MOST STORIES are told around the campfire, with a keg of beer and a loose mouth. Right?

Not so much.

Some stories are told with the blood of a thousand men, the sweat and tears of our wives and husbands and children and comrades and everything we love and hold dear to our hearts. They fight so that stories may yet be told on our world of Paradax.

And yet, the stories that must be told are often told not at all.

This is the Zhanosian Resistance Movement.

This is is our story.

 

[SharadSun]

ON the shadowy and industrialized planet of Paradax, turmoil has stricken the once prosperous nation of Zhanos.

After a large military coup, the previously uncorrupted and benign government was overthrown and Zhanos came under the control of an evil oligarchy known as the Grand Praetors.

Doing little for their people, the Grand Praetors tried to consolidate their power by pillaging the nearby nations for their legendary Warp Crystals, which when all gathered in the temple of Miarad, are said to open a Warp Hole to countless unspoiled worlds.

It has been 200 years since the conquests began, and Zhanos has been rendered a dead nation. The people of Zhanos, and indeed, most of Paradax itself, are barely clinging on. Major faction and gangs are in control of most everyday amenities. The only option for people to make a living these days is to join with one of the gangs: the evil Praetorian Guard, the private army of the Grand Praetors; The Bloodhounds, a faction that seeks to violently rid the world of scumbags and evildoers; The Crystal Guardians, a legion dedicated to protecting the temple of Miarad from outsiders; or the Iron Hide Clan, a gang of various bruisers and hoodlums that takes advantage of the chaos.

The gangs form alliances: The Bloodhounds often fight alongside the Guardians, and the Praetorian Guard often purchases the help of the Ironhides.

Whose cause do you find the most worthy?

Will you fight for untold riches and experience the power of the Shrine of Miarad...

or will you be the one to end the regime of the Grand Praetors themselves?

This story is a copyright of Darkangel Creative Enterprises

TM.  

[SharadSun]

RULES.

1 ) Thou shalt not flame, slander, or kill thine neighbor (without permission of said neighbor), and neither shall thee godmod.

2 ) Thou shalt obeyeth the will of Sharad.

3 ) Thou shalt not speaketh of thine unspeakable acts while on this thread. (Take it to PMs if you must...)

4 ) Thou mayest pursue the affections of thine neighbor, or fight him if thou feelest it necessary.

5 ) Thou shalt post at least once within the week, and thine posting shall be substantial (at least semi-lit, guys).

6 ) Thou shalt not copy the story... thou shalt hearest why later.

7 ) Thou shalt PM thine profiles to me, so that they may be reviewed and attested to before thine posts manifest on this forum.

8 ) Thou shalt not posteth on this forum without Sharad's permission!

9) Thou shalt make thine posts pretty, if thine warrant is so.

10 ) Thou shalt enjoy thine self!

Please excuse Sharad's language. He was drunk at the time.

All sets sold separately. Batteries not included.  

[SharadSun]

The Character Classes:

Assassin: Generally hired to take out solo targets through stealth and a well hidden dagger (or a well-aimed rifle), Assassin take pride in dispatching their enemies before the round may even begin. Assassins are the vipers in the shade that prey upon the weak and take advantage of the unprepared. How lovely. They specialize in physical arts, and gain bonuses for any melee weapon.

Avatar: Mortals who posses the unique ability to heal other through divine methods. They have been known to bring entire battalions back to their feet even after those feet had been lost to heavy shrapnel. Try not to insult them, they will not heal your face after they put their fist through it. They specialize in the Water element, and excel in the use of staves.

Dark Angel: Those heroes resurrected from near-death by the gods to serve as their champions once the string of mortal life has been cut. Raised as honorable fighters, Dark Angels avoid firearms. Instead, they fight as avengers of the innocent, using stealth and lightning-quick dagger blows to eliminate those deemed unworthy. Only mildly frightening to small children. They specialize in the Wind element, and excel in the use of knives.

Shaman: Dark Magicians who use hexes to weaken and confuse their prey. Dressed in bizarre ritualistic clothing, they spread ill fortune wherever they go, wielding their hammers with fury. They aren't the nicest, so try not to talk to them if you value your sanity. They specialize in the Fire element, and excel in the use of axes.

Sniper: Rangers who prefer the solitude of nature have been enlisted to keep their keen eyes and sharp tactics trained on the enemies of rival gangs. Loners by nature, snipers possess the skill to blend into their surroundings and take out any enemy from several miles away with a single bullet. Smile, you’re on scope! They specialize in the use of firearms, and gain bonuses for any ranged weapon.

Warrior: Hired thugs who bring more brawn than brains to whatever mob they join, they are not to be underestimated. Using swords, firearms, and even explosives, the warrior is hardy workhorse of Zhanos’ many gangs. You absolutely do not want to be starring down the end of his Zanbatto. They specialize in the Earth element, and excel in the use of swords.

This class set is ALSO a copyright of Darkangel Creative Enterprises, TM.

 

[SharadSun]

The Praetorian Guard and the Ironhide Clan

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[SharadSun]

The Bloodhounds and the Crystal Guardians

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Sharad

My mind's name is SharadSun,
but my body's name is Sharad Sundar
and my friends call me Hayabusa, Haya, or Windcutter.

I am a Dark Angel,
and I belong to The Bloodhounds.

I really enjoy long, deep conversation and romance, as well as a good fight. I enjoy helping others with their problems.
However, I REALLY HATE fat-cat assholes and people who don’t care, as well as injustice...

I can move faster than even the fastest Assassin, and I am extremely proficient in the Wind discipline, as well as a compete master of daggers...
but I don't do well against unavoidable attacks. My principles often get in my way...
and I get very afraid of not knowing anything about my situation, and facing the darkness alone.

I kill people with my Gust Blades (daggers) and naginata (staff)...
And I just can't leave home without my Gust Blades and friends.
I love my little Miu-chan (my sentient and speaking hawk)!

Here's what happened up till now: I grew up in a slum not far from here, and joined the Ironhide Clan as a child, to support my friends. The Clan mistreated and abused me, and I neared death several times during the crossfire of the nightly drunken brawls. I ran away in the middle of the night when I was 17, and bombed the Clanhouse I was staying in, but I was eventually caught and tortured by the Praetorian Guard’s soldiers to amuse them at one of their feasts. During that feast, during the seemingly endless torture and acid drips and blades… I saw the Ironhide members I had known my whole life being honored and treated as soldiers of justice. Something inside me snapped, and I saw a light, and a pair of daggers appeared in my hand… and I had wings. Big, black wings. I had heard of the Dark Angels before, but never dreamed of becoming one… I killed everyone at the table that day, except the servants and the other prisoners, and the prostitutes and innocents they had brought to torture for entertainment. I went back to my old friends and got them to join the Bloodhounds with me. And here I am, the best assassin of the 2nd squad of the Bloodhounds.

You still want to know more? My favorite color is green. I love thrills. I’m romantic, passionate, and different from the other Dark Angels… they were saved by the gods at their moment of death, but I was a Dark Angel wrought of anger and justice. I hope to rid the world of the Praetors and the Ironhides, with the Bloodhounds and the Crystal Guardians at my side.


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