Post by The Judicator on Jan 21, 2007 19:32:01 GMT -5
THIS THREAD IS FOR MYSELF AND JASON ONLY. ANY OTHER INTERFERENCE WILL RESULT IN MY MOD POWERS BEING USED.
Thank you ^_^
Warning: This thread contains adult material and situations, none of which I feel is beyond what can be contained in this board (I read that thread where Zaire got raped, so I will go no further than what was contained in there. So, don't get mad at me.)
THE FOLLOWING IS THE BACK STORY TO THIS ONGOING QUEST SAGA. TO FIND YOUR TASK, READ THE PROLOGUE BELOW AND SPEAK TO THE ONE WHO POSTED THE ADD IN CHARACTER.
Enjoy.
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It was an average day for Jessica. She was on her way home from the market, the two large paper bags of food in her arms. She was almost at her home when she heard the first scream. Her head turned sharply to the right, her gaze aimed down the street. She heard it... The motorcycles... Shit...
She started running, dropping the heavy bags. She knew it was them, and that they had those two wheeled speed machines, but she had to run. She reached a small house and started banging on the door frantically.
Please, let someone be home!
But to no avail. In the distance, she could see the first of the cycles. Seated on it was a man of sixteen or seventeen, a 12-gague shotgun in his hand. Behind him came more, all of them carrying some sort of weapon; pipes, bats, hand guns, but one in particular had a sword in his grip.
The Dragoons...
Jessica started running again, racing to reach the next house. Other people were lucky, and had already gotten off the streets, but it just seemed that it wasn't Jessica's day.
The cycles reached her. One man, one with a bat, smacked her in the back of the leg, making her buckle to the ground. The teens circled her on their motorcycles, laughing at her. However, they stopped, and one got off his bike; the one with the sword.
She looked up at him. He was only sixteen, but looked a bit older. He donned a black duster coat, something that you'd see one of Clint Eastwood's villain enemies wear in an old Western. The sword he held was dripping blood, most likely the cause of that scream. Attached to his belt was another sheathed katana, fabric scabbard that held two small machete-like swords, and an empty scabbard, the one that held his now blood covered blade. He had brown hair that rested a bit above his shoulders, and a smile that made her blood run cold.
The Dragoons were a renegade gang, one composed solely of teenagers, the youngest fifteen, the oldest seventeen. The one with the swords was their leader, Leviathan.
Jessica's eyes quaked with fear as she looked up at the other gang members, all of them looking at her with lust in their eyes. Jessica was a lovely girl of twenty, and had the "girl next door" image; long blonde hair, glasses, skirt, and shirt that did little to cover her cleavage.
Without a word, Leviathan nodded to his second in command, Taurus, and he nodded in return, dismounting his bike. Taking up his weapon, a common sledgehammer, he approached the house closest to them. Slamming the hammer down on the doorknob, he kicked it open, and was met with screams from the people inside. Dad tried to be a hero, and for it, his head met sledge. Also inside was a young kid, around thirteen, who screamed and went to his dead father, is if to shield him from another attack. Taurus brought down the sledge onto his head, killing the young teen.
Taurus nodded to Leviathan, who grinned. He then gave a nod to two other riders; Panther, a black kid with the "gangstah" image, and a blonde prettyboy, codenamed Rocker. They dismounted, grabbed Jessica, and forced her in the house, kicking and screaming. Leviathan went inside, and ordered the other five to guard the house, assuring them that they'd get "their turn."
Once inside, the two teens threw Jessica down to the floor, and looked her over, licking their lips. Then, a sound came from up the stairs.
Leviathan's gaze quickly shot up to see a girl attempting to hide. Unfortunately for her, when she made the run to lock herself in another room, she knocked over a small vase.
Considering his options, he finally spoke.
"You guys can have her. I'll take the one hiding." He said with a wicked grin. No sooner than the words left his mouth, his four friends all collapsed onto Jessica, tearing her clothes off, groping all exotic parts of her body, and covering her lips, neck, and breasts with their saliva.
Meanwhile, amidst her screams, Leviathan went upstairs to see to the other person. Sheathing his katana, he withdrew his twin machetes. With great force, be brought them down onto the wooden door, leaving two large marks in them. However, to break through, it would take a lot of time. So, he took the simple approach. The illegal approach... Magic.
Using his special magic, his right leg began to emit a green mist, which soon gave his leg a glow of the same color. With a powerful kick, the door flew inwards, crashing into and breaking a large mirror.
Leviathan entered and surveyed the room. It was a bedroom, complete with a large bed, walk in closet, and other bedroom things.
How perfect.
Knowing instantly where the girl was, Leviathan sheathed one machete, grabbed the bottom of the bed, his right arm emitting the green mist, and lifted it up, giving him plain sight of the terrified girl underneath. She was around fifteen, and good looking. Long brown hair, a pink tank top, and blue jeans. Nice. She let out a scream, and instead of running, tackled Leviathan, sending him to the ground. The machete he was holding flew free, and he lost grip of the bed, sending it slamming to the ground. The girl began hitting Leviathan, but he quickly grabbed her by the throat, his hand emitting the glow. He threw her off, stood, and grabbed her again by the hair, throwing her onto the bed.
Quickly, he snapped his fingers and pointed his hand to her. A green strand of energy flew forth, wrapping around her wrist and attaching to the bed post. It was called a Mana Shackle.
She struggled to break free, but knew her fate when he took off his coat. She started to cry and beg for mercy as he took off his swords and shirt. When he approached, she tried to kick him away, but he got past her legs and gave her a hard slap to the face, his empowered hand taking the will to fight right out of her. Knowing she was powerless, she accepted her fate.
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Taurus had finished with Jessica and began going upstairs, still zipping up his pants. His shirtless form entered the bedroom, and was met with the sight of Leviathan thrusting into the young girl with great speed and power.
"Sorry to interrupt Boss, but I hear cops coming." Taurus spoke with no fear, knowing the cops couldn't do much. Leviathan felt the same way, and continued his work on the girl.
"You and whoever else has finished with the blonde whore get your guns and hold them. At this point, I don't care if you use your magic, just hold them off." Leviathan said with a calm voice. Taurus nodded and left. Leviathan looked back to the girl with his smile and leaned close to her, whispering in her ear.
"So, you having as much fun as I am." He asked with a smile. She gave no reply, and Leviathan left it at that, taking it as a sign to punish her harder.
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The cops came in full force, a team of at least nine. Taurus and the others didn't count though. They were too busy shooting them down. Five were dead already, and the Dragoons had lost none. Getting bored of the cops, Taurus channeled his earth energy, and let loose a ground breaking blast of energy, slamming into a police car, making it explode. One cop remained, getting up slowly. Taurus raised his boot and slammed it down onto his neck, snapping it. Not a single Dragoon down.
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Leviathan released into the poor youth and dismounted her. She continued crying as Leviathan put on his clothes. Considering his options, he chose the one he found best.
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The Dragoons rode on, away from the wreckage of the battle. With tape over her mouth and Mana Shackles tying her together, the young girl was taken prisoner by the Dragoons, a little "stress relief" toy. As they left, they forgot one thing...
Hank looked up, blood pouring from his head. He saw some blonde woman, her naked form covered with semen, and a bleeding bullet hole in her skull. But, the man broke into furious tears when he saw his son's corpse, the head smashed open like a pumpkin.
He struggled to his feet and searched the house, finding no sign of his daughter. Knowing the cops were no help, he knew what he had to do...
= = = = = = = = = =
Soon after sending his plea for help to the Arcane Academy through Halsephea, a teacher who gave students these jobs as if they were tests.
Jason, a student eager to better himself, accepted the task.
= = = = = = = = = =
Your quest will begin at the address on the add, the one where the Dragoons were. By the time you arrive, the wreckage will have been removed, and dead buried. It will seem like a normal house (with the exception of no door.)
Please begin.
Thank you ^_^
Warning: This thread contains adult material and situations, none of which I feel is beyond what can be contained in this board (I read that thread where Zaire got raped, so I will go no further than what was contained in there. So, don't get mad at me.)
THE FOLLOWING IS THE BACK STORY TO THIS ONGOING QUEST SAGA. TO FIND YOUR TASK, READ THE PROLOGUE BELOW AND SPEAK TO THE ONE WHO POSTED THE ADD IN CHARACTER.
Enjoy.
= = = = = = = = =
It was an average day for Jessica. She was on her way home from the market, the two large paper bags of food in her arms. She was almost at her home when she heard the first scream. Her head turned sharply to the right, her gaze aimed down the street. She heard it... The motorcycles... Shit...
She started running, dropping the heavy bags. She knew it was them, and that they had those two wheeled speed machines, but she had to run. She reached a small house and started banging on the door frantically.
Please, let someone be home!
But to no avail. In the distance, she could see the first of the cycles. Seated on it was a man of sixteen or seventeen, a 12-gague shotgun in his hand. Behind him came more, all of them carrying some sort of weapon; pipes, bats, hand guns, but one in particular had a sword in his grip.
The Dragoons...
Jessica started running again, racing to reach the next house. Other people were lucky, and had already gotten off the streets, but it just seemed that it wasn't Jessica's day.
The cycles reached her. One man, one with a bat, smacked her in the back of the leg, making her buckle to the ground. The teens circled her on their motorcycles, laughing at her. However, they stopped, and one got off his bike; the one with the sword.
She looked up at him. He was only sixteen, but looked a bit older. He donned a black duster coat, something that you'd see one of Clint Eastwood's villain enemies wear in an old Western. The sword he held was dripping blood, most likely the cause of that scream. Attached to his belt was another sheathed katana, fabric scabbard that held two small machete-like swords, and an empty scabbard, the one that held his now blood covered blade. He had brown hair that rested a bit above his shoulders, and a smile that made her blood run cold.
The Dragoons were a renegade gang, one composed solely of teenagers, the youngest fifteen, the oldest seventeen. The one with the swords was their leader, Leviathan.
Jessica's eyes quaked with fear as she looked up at the other gang members, all of them looking at her with lust in their eyes. Jessica was a lovely girl of twenty, and had the "girl next door" image; long blonde hair, glasses, skirt, and shirt that did little to cover her cleavage.
Without a word, Leviathan nodded to his second in command, Taurus, and he nodded in return, dismounting his bike. Taking up his weapon, a common sledgehammer, he approached the house closest to them. Slamming the hammer down on the doorknob, he kicked it open, and was met with screams from the people inside. Dad tried to be a hero, and for it, his head met sledge. Also inside was a young kid, around thirteen, who screamed and went to his dead father, is if to shield him from another attack. Taurus brought down the sledge onto his head, killing the young teen.
Taurus nodded to Leviathan, who grinned. He then gave a nod to two other riders; Panther, a black kid with the "gangstah" image, and a blonde prettyboy, codenamed Rocker. They dismounted, grabbed Jessica, and forced her in the house, kicking and screaming. Leviathan went inside, and ordered the other five to guard the house, assuring them that they'd get "their turn."
Once inside, the two teens threw Jessica down to the floor, and looked her over, licking their lips. Then, a sound came from up the stairs.
Leviathan's gaze quickly shot up to see a girl attempting to hide. Unfortunately for her, when she made the run to lock herself in another room, she knocked over a small vase.
Considering his options, he finally spoke.
"You guys can have her. I'll take the one hiding." He said with a wicked grin. No sooner than the words left his mouth, his four friends all collapsed onto Jessica, tearing her clothes off, groping all exotic parts of her body, and covering her lips, neck, and breasts with their saliva.
Meanwhile, amidst her screams, Leviathan went upstairs to see to the other person. Sheathing his katana, he withdrew his twin machetes. With great force, be brought them down onto the wooden door, leaving two large marks in them. However, to break through, it would take a lot of time. So, he took the simple approach. The illegal approach... Magic.
Using his special magic, his right leg began to emit a green mist, which soon gave his leg a glow of the same color. With a powerful kick, the door flew inwards, crashing into and breaking a large mirror.
Leviathan entered and surveyed the room. It was a bedroom, complete with a large bed, walk in closet, and other bedroom things.
How perfect.
Knowing instantly where the girl was, Leviathan sheathed one machete, grabbed the bottom of the bed, his right arm emitting the green mist, and lifted it up, giving him plain sight of the terrified girl underneath. She was around fifteen, and good looking. Long brown hair, a pink tank top, and blue jeans. Nice. She let out a scream, and instead of running, tackled Leviathan, sending him to the ground. The machete he was holding flew free, and he lost grip of the bed, sending it slamming to the ground. The girl began hitting Leviathan, but he quickly grabbed her by the throat, his hand emitting the glow. He threw her off, stood, and grabbed her again by the hair, throwing her onto the bed.
Quickly, he snapped his fingers and pointed his hand to her. A green strand of energy flew forth, wrapping around her wrist and attaching to the bed post. It was called a Mana Shackle.
She struggled to break free, but knew her fate when he took off his coat. She started to cry and beg for mercy as he took off his swords and shirt. When he approached, she tried to kick him away, but he got past her legs and gave her a hard slap to the face, his empowered hand taking the will to fight right out of her. Knowing she was powerless, she accepted her fate.
= = = = = = = =
Taurus had finished with Jessica and began going upstairs, still zipping up his pants. His shirtless form entered the bedroom, and was met with the sight of Leviathan thrusting into the young girl with great speed and power.
"Sorry to interrupt Boss, but I hear cops coming." Taurus spoke with no fear, knowing the cops couldn't do much. Leviathan felt the same way, and continued his work on the girl.
"You and whoever else has finished with the blonde whore get your guns and hold them. At this point, I don't care if you use your magic, just hold them off." Leviathan said with a calm voice. Taurus nodded and left. Leviathan looked back to the girl with his smile and leaned close to her, whispering in her ear.
"So, you having as much fun as I am." He asked with a smile. She gave no reply, and Leviathan left it at that, taking it as a sign to punish her harder.
= = = = = = = = =
The cops came in full force, a team of at least nine. Taurus and the others didn't count though. They were too busy shooting them down. Five were dead already, and the Dragoons had lost none. Getting bored of the cops, Taurus channeled his earth energy, and let loose a ground breaking blast of energy, slamming into a police car, making it explode. One cop remained, getting up slowly. Taurus raised his boot and slammed it down onto his neck, snapping it. Not a single Dragoon down.
= = = = = = = = = =
Leviathan released into the poor youth and dismounted her. She continued crying as Leviathan put on his clothes. Considering his options, he chose the one he found best.
= = = = = = = = = =
The Dragoons rode on, away from the wreckage of the battle. With tape over her mouth and Mana Shackles tying her together, the young girl was taken prisoner by the Dragoons, a little "stress relief" toy. As they left, they forgot one thing...
Hank looked up, blood pouring from his head. He saw some blonde woman, her naked form covered with semen, and a bleeding bullet hole in her skull. But, the man broke into furious tears when he saw his son's corpse, the head smashed open like a pumpkin.
He struggled to his feet and searched the house, finding no sign of his daughter. Knowing the cops were no help, he knew what he had to do...
= = = = = = = = = =
Soon after sending his plea for help to the Arcane Academy through Halsephea, a teacher who gave students these jobs as if they were tests.
Jason, a student eager to better himself, accepted the task.
= = = = = = = = = =
Your quest will begin at the address on the add, the one where the Dragoons were. By the time you arrive, the wreckage will have been removed, and dead buried. It will seem like a normal house (with the exception of no door.)
Please begin.