During a full-on war between two very powerful factions one stands
covered in the excrement of his foes encircled by chaos and violence waiting for
the mightiest of the enemy. He sends out a bellow to challenge the lot. "Lay down
your weapons my brethren". This cuts through all shouting clamering and energy
that filled the loud battlefield with silence. "While I would gladly take the lives of
all who stand against this kingdom, no more warriors of valor should meet their
end except for one me or the strongest you have. Surely there is one that can
stand before me if you lot are rising to control the planet for this is the way of
Gaiex. Only the strong shall proceed the throne and only the ruthless will lead."
With that said by the one who had taken so many of the opposing. Murmurs
across the battlefield began to choke the silence. "AHHHHHHHH" the roar of one
a few hundred men back, a Warcry engulfed the muted forces. "I challenge you
with all my intent to proceed the throne." One slowly approaches through an
emerging hallway of soldiers open the ranks. He was surely the mightiest of the
opposing. He moved with confidence and taction. He stopped once the hall of
warriors from both sides formed a 40-yard battle arena in circumference. He then
readied his serrated blade while one of his hands glowed with red Psi-Aura
(normally this species is known for having four arms), but his body had consumed
two of the due to lack of use. This was the lower two of course. Now in a battle
stance the unknown two are now face to face, though they are far in proximity
the impending battle will most likely use 90% of the 40 yards. "Enough of this
silence" the stoic warrior mumbles whilst proceeding to speak loud enough for all
to hear yet not screaming "Who is brave enough to gaze upon my stature with ill-
intent and challenge the throne. I state this not meaning for the kingdom but for
the throne of the strongest on the planet. My faction knows of my strength for I
am Alvinor, and who might you be." The challenger scoffs and charges at
breakneck speed almost Mach 1 (767mph of Earth speed) while the challenger is
impaling an afterimage Alvinor is already facing the back of his opponent while
stating, "That was rude, you didn't have to die today." In rebuttal the unknownassailant replies "you need not know my name welp for you won't live long
enough to utter it." He swings wildly at afterimages while covering the arc of
every swing with a psi-attack {Psycho kinetic ability that envelops an aura covering a
focal point or the entire body of the unique terrestrial race} that glowed red and was akin
to fire. Though precise yet still sluggish in nature, his blade swings were shallow
and never truly hit their target. Alvinor felt as if he was being deceived with the
strength that was on display. "What is this, why are you holding back your true
leader is he gauging my strength from afar or close by even, is he a coward I said
no one else needed to die did I not? Come out I will toy with this novice no
longer." He says this while dodging the unknown assailant with ease he then
grabs the attacker's full face while lifting him above his own head and squeezing
slowly tighter and tighter, peering into the crowd to see who reacts differently
than the rest. He grows tired and impatient. The intent to kill wasn't there initially
but now he begins to glow in a black aura silhouetted by crimson. He yell's out
with anguish and disdain for the farce "MEN STEP Back 30 paces so you would not
feel the heat of my wrath. For I Alvinor will kill the 60,000 men they have left". All
the enemy soldiers stood their ground with the knowledge that this warrior can
back up his words. Despite this act of bravery, they all raised their shields in
preparation of impending doom. The Aura stopped emanating from Alvinor. "So,
you finally decided to grace me your presence." He states with relief of
impatience while glancing upward. Alvinor then smiles at the sight of this cloaked
figure hovering above with a dark blue Aura. He drops the unlucky assailant from
before who then bows at the hovering figure. Alvinor peers out the corner of his
eye at this to which he proceeds to release an angered kick "Do not bow to your
general fool BOW TO YOUR KING! "He proclaimed at the arc of his sweep, with
these two forces clashed the dust and the air became one and obscured the view
of everyone who was audience to this feat. The dust settles and the vision of what
was transpiring became clear. The cloaked figure had defended his subordinate
from such a kick with his wrist and with very little effort to say the least. Alvinor
stunned by this speed and will, let alone the strength of the one before his eyes. "No one else here could have blocked that kick, and you did it as if you were
swatting away an insect in your meal. (His extended leg retreats to a composed
stance) I'm sure you know the reason our people are fighting and what happens
during battle. we absorb the mentality of the battlefield so if your men did not
believe in you. You would have died from that blow, with that being said I am what you would call a dark horse amongst our kind its not only belief of my people
but the fear of my foe and their subordinates that fuel half my power the rest is
the battle itself. So, I ask general of my enemies and traitors to the throne who
might you be." The cloaked figure went to a neutral stance with his head canted
towards Alvinor then gazed into his eyes with hatred face still obscured by the
shadow of his cloak. "I am not like my acolyte here, there will be no toying with
me" He says then appeared to have vanish into nothing, but Alvinor smiles then
dodges while closing his eyes. "And here I thought you were worthy of the
crown." He whispers while turning his back towards his opponent out disrespect
at the performance thus far. This angers the assailant and out of frustration he
lunges sporadically but too obvious to Alvinor the sheathed blade that had been
obstructed by the cloak was in full view. Alvinor glances while he was in motion
{So that's who you are, hmm you always had potential, but you were too soft} he
thought as he turned around and reached through the assailant's chest using the
speed against him, penetrating his back with his heart in hand. "My son" Alvinor
then grabs the cloak off him to confirm what he already knew. "You didn't
deserve this blade" Alvinor says as he dislodges his upper right arm from the
young man's chest while gripping the sheath with his lower left hand releasing it
from his hip. Alvinor peers at the scorched red sky and crushes his son's heart
then sends out a battle cry.
Chapter 1 Tutorial Boss
A humanoid with an elongated skull is sprinting and panting down a distant
corridor paved by a red velvet carpet proceeded by stairs and a throne. On this
throne was a humanoid of the same physiology holding a scepter at the peak was
a spherical orb of energy the humanoid on the throne seemed to be lost in
thought before the interruption. That running humanoid was Zilo, (advisor to the
80th King Omicron and loyal friend) beckoning the king's attention. In response to
this Omicron raised his cheek from the rested state of his knuckle and utters"what would make you frantically intrude on my moments of peace" "Sire, Sire
they're here they're at the gate." He replied in a fearful and timid voice. "Is he trying to enact the law of throne rights so soon after the war, he
knows this is against our principles" he is nervous as if he thought he had more
time to stop what was coming, but then. the doors of the throne room burst
open, and a lone battle worn veteran forces entry without permission. In a stoic
voice he says "Ah King Omicron shall we have a banquet to celebrate this victory
of ours, I mean you did come begging for my helping this fight with that plebiscite
of a race did you not it's only fitting you treat me to a meal, now where are the
women the drink and the feast". anguish at the utter disrespect of the throne
room and his majesty's presence the advisor lunged forth with hostility and rage
in his eyes "such insolence" he whispered before the seizing of the veteran,
The veteran smiled and closed his eyes and said " oh no… did you just blink. you'll
leave yourself wide open" saying this while at a distance and not facing and
holding both the advisor's left arms in one hand while peering out the corner of
his eye they seemed to be back to back in an instant but the veteran had taken
the arms of the confident advisor "you are weaker than the primitives we just
defeated with that being said, Right hand ~hopefully~ and advisor to the king
please by all accords leave the battle to the veterans and soldiers alike, less this
will be the least of your worries (heheheh), now my old war buddy you may
have sworn off violence but our kingdom hasn't. Hey here is a brilliant thought
you should make me your general. I'll keep you all safe seeing as how you and
this empty husk of a king don't seem to be up the challenge ser advisor. Around
80 million cycles ago you would have taken my head before I could cast a
shadow on your pompous overzealous door for the thought of entering
unannounced" the stoic vet says with undeniable confidence. " You know [I
know] I swore away from the battlefield [you swore away from the battlefield]"
the king and Alvinor said in sync " who would have thought you'd stay true to
your voiced foolishness…..you were such tyrant a villain you were so majestic on
the battlefield it was as if you were possessed, it was elegant and pure. The
carnage alone made me smile with admiration I was a mere an equivalent to
this crumb you call an advisor leaking plasma over there, but I guess this Crown
and throne has made your hard-shell gelatinous, yes? You became wider and I
wiser " he laughed mockingly. I stare at him so menacingly to which he said, "I'mnot really here to unleash my own blood lust and vulgarity, (he tilts his head) but
if you keep glaring at my presence with animosity, I will uncage this wrath upon
you. And that plasma you are leaking will be all that is left". The veteran slowly
proceeds to the king with a smug grin. Raises his arm and places it around the
king's neck and shoulders as if he were a friend he had not seen in few years,
wanting to catch up to share old compare old stories. He walked off with him
toward an adjacent hallway proceeding another room. With this ominous and
treacherous air coaxing the chamber, I vacated the throne room and went back to
my alcove.
I could not slumber, nor did I want to, something that was vexing me
approaching over the horizon and orbiting my brain. Gnawing at my trepidation, I
paced around back and forth for what had felt like an eon, I could feel something
eerie lowering the temperature of my spine. The fear overwhelmed me, and my
cowardice overshadowed my judgement. I made a hasty but wise decision; I
informed one of the guards of my plan to take my leave of absence for 4 month
for my research. [1 Gaiex month = 1 Earth year] as I packed my belongings to leave
the veteran hovers over my shoulder and gives a sinister smile that sends icicles
down my vertebrae "looks this exoskeleton of yours is merely attire" his
condescending tone he clearly meant to insult me. He makes my scales cringe. His
intuition of my anguish swelling was nothing but obvious. He says with an
estranged glance. "There's that glare again, is there something you left in the
throne room it still reeks of your amputation. Hmm no phantom pain huh?" He
could tell my fear outweighed my malice. Thus, he knew I would not try to engage
him again. You could smell the smug radiating off him. Even though my trait is my
regenerative abilities it would be millennia before I could ever see his power on
the outlook, even then his experience would best me alone and he knew it.
Though I am cunning and intelligent among my species I am still veered as a
coward amongst my people. I should retreat for now. "I already informed the
guard I will return within 4 months ser Alvinor" I said this with irritation. "I see,
your regeneration is quite fascinating, if you had leaned into your abilities and
used that to grow stronger in an eon or so you could possibly best me if I only had
one appendage" clearly, he was mocking me, but he could back it up a million
times over I was powerless might as well be discarded crumbs after a feast. I
walked away but before I could leave, he said to me with hardened words as ifnothing could stop it. "Log this into your journal, "crumb" this place might not be
as you left it so do be ready to serve when you return. And leave the animosity off
my planet" He walked away cackling afterwards. I could not move I was stunned
with self-directed though "did he already take the first move, how could this be
brawn and brain, what a horrifying combination" this premonition of a coup was
not mere insolence, but direct act of treason against the king. I begin sweating
profusely "he is a monster and knows, I can't best him in strength or a game of
wit anymore" I gather myself and proceed to a docked ship. I place my belongings
in a compartment and make my way to the cockpit. I put on my safety sash. I look
up and he was there peering into me as if my soul was an abyss. I set the craft to hover mode before taking off. I wanted nothing more than to be rid of this feeling of weakness and insignificance while in his presence. I engaged the thrusters immediately with haste bypassing the safety checks and launching procedures I did not care. Last he saw of me was my ion trail leaving the atmosphere.