Children of the Tyrant (GSRP Sci-Fi Prequel)

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

A blinding flash of light, a feeling of flame creeping along your bodies. Reality pulls apart, and you are left falling through a void, nothing visible.

As you fall, you feel a brand emblazoned upon your forehead, pain excruciating.

Suddenly, the sensation of falling stops. You feel as if you are stuck within a terrible syrup, burning your flesh.

A vision of a river of fire comes before you, and you find yourself swept up by it, tumbling amid the flame.

A hand catches you, pulling you out as another flare of light leaves you unconscious.

You wake, individually, in sterile, white cells, a simple bed to one side and a place to relieve yourself on the other. A door blocks your exit.

You are wearing simple jumpsuits, possessions taken from you.

There is not a mark on your body. Except the brand, on your forehead.

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Welcome!

Lemme get the pings.

@CoderDrag0n8

 @Argenti

@Spark of Hope

@Kaladin Stormcursed

@TwinStorm

@Just A Silvereye

Nvm

 

Edited July 15, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Cep looks around

[Through the Living Hope]

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

A blinding flash of light, a feeling of flame creeping along your bodies. Reality pulls apart, and you are left falling through a void, nothing visible.

As you fall, you feel a brand emblazoned upon your forehead, pain excruciating.

Suddenly, the sensation of falling stops. You feel as if you are stuck within a terrible syrup, burning your flesh.

A vision of a river of fire comes before you, and you find yourself swept up by it, tumbling amid the flame.

A hand catches you, pulling you out as another flare of light leaves you unconscious.

You wake, individually, in sterile, white cells, a simple bed to one side and a place to relieve yourself on the other. A door blocks your exit.

You are wearing simple jumpsuits, possessions taken from you.

There is not a mark on your body. Except the brand, on your forehead.

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Welcome!

Lemme get the pings.

@CoderDrag0n8

 @Argenti

@Spark of Hope

@Kaladin Stormcursed

@TwinStorm

@Just A Silvereye

i think there’s at least one more.

 

Trinn screamed in pain. The fire in her blood, the blaze on her forehead.. It was too much to bear. 

She forced her body up. There was something going on here. Waela had likely done something to lead to this, and she needed to stop her. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

Cep looks around

There was a slot at his door, two fingerwidths thick, which he could open - through it, Cep saw a hall of other cells. 

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

Trinn screamed in pain. The fire in her blood, the blaze on her forehead.. It was too much to bear. 

She forced her body up. There was something going on here. Waela had likely done something to lead to this, and she needed to stop her. 

There was a slot at her door through which she could see.

[Argenti he/him]

10 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

A blinding flash of light, a feeling of flame creeping along your bodies. Reality pulls apart, and you are left falling through a void, nothing visible.

As you fall, you feel a brand emblazoned upon your forehead, pain excruciating.

Suddenly, the sensation of falling stops. You feel as if you are stuck within a terrible syrup, burning your flesh.

A vision of a river of fire comes before you, and you find yourself swept up by it, tumbling amid the flame.

A hand catches you, pulling you out as another flare of light leaves you unconscious.

You wake, individually, in sterile, white cells, a simple bed to one side and a place to relieve yourself on the other. A door blocks your exit.

You are wearing simple jumpsuits, possessions taken from you.

There is not a mark on your body. Except the brand, on your forehead.

  Reveal hidden contents

Welcome!

Lemme get the pings.

@CoderDrag0n8

 @Argenti

@Spark of Hope

@Kaladin Stormcursed

@TwinStorm

@Just A Silvereye

Nvm

 

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I will respond when I get home from work

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

There was a slot at his door, two fingerwidths thick, which he could open - through it, Cep saw a hall of other cells. 

There was a slot at her door through which she could see.

She looked through. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

She looked through. 

Her cell was one in a long hall, each uniform.

A voice came from one of the cells. “Are you new? We haven’t had a new person in… in so long. Usually they just… they execute them, the twins-cursed Dwarves.”

[Through the Living Hope]

6 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Her cell was one in a long hall, each uniform.

A voice came from one of the cells. “Are you new? We haven’t had a new person in… in so long. Usually they just… they execute them, the twins-cursed Dwarves.”

She jumped and tried to see which cell the voice came from. “I.. yes, I think I am.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Eanmund winced, feeling at his forehead. His arms were darkened by bruises, and his blood felt like it was on fire. How long had it been since . . . ? Where was he? The Mothership? 

He got up, slowly limping towards the door. His legs burned, and he felt like he must have fractured one of his ribs. "Where in the stars am I, zhaba?" he hissed defiantly.

@SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She jumped and tried to see which cell the voice came from. “I.. yes, I think I am.”

“Hhhmm.. saw the brand on your face. Where does one get that sort of thing?”

@TwinStorm

Actually, his wounds seemed to be healing. However, there was no answer.

Edited July 15, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Hhhmm.. saw the brand on your face. Where does one get that sort of thing?”

Her hand went to her forehead. She felt grooves and ridges. A brand.. that would explain the searing pain. 

“I don’t know.”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

Her hand went to her forehead. She felt grooves and ridges. A brand.. that would explain the searing pain. 

“I don’t know.”

She grunted. “Probably some new policy made by those culture-less dwarves.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Hhhmm.. saw the brand on your face. Where does one get that sort of thing?”

@TwinStorm

Actually, his wounds seemed to be healing. However, there was no answer.

He frowned. His bruises were fading, and he winced as his wrist reset into position. His ribs weren't in nearly as much pain, either. "What witch magic is this?" he cursed. Magic. He hated everything about it. "Hello? Hello? Where am I?"

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

She grunted. “Probably some new policy made by those culture-less dwarves.”

She hesitated before asking, “What is this place?”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

He frowned. His bruises were fading, and he winced as his wrist reset into position. His ribs weren't in nearly as much pain, either. "What witch magic is this?" he cursed. Magic. He hated everything about it. "Hello? Hello? Where am I?"

@Kaladin Stormcursed heard him.

Someone - extremely exasperated, replied. “Quiet, please. I just want some peace.”

@Spark of Hope

”It’s the Dwarves high security prison. You know why you were taken?”

Edited July 15, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

@Kaladin Stormcursed heard him.

Someone - extremely exasperated, replied. “Quiet, please. I just want some peace.”

@Spark of Hope

”It’s the Dwarves high security prison. You know why you were taken?”

“No. I don’t believe I’ve ever interacted with dwarves.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

@Kaladin Stormcursed heard him.

Someone - extremely exasperated, replied. “Quiet, please. I just want some peace.”

"Svoch! Where in the galaxy am I?!" 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

“No. I don’t believe I’ve ever interacted with dwarves.”

The voice grunted. “You’re lucky, then. I find them insufferable. From where do you come from?”

@TwinStorm

The voice, gruff and still exasperated, replied, slightly amused. “The home world of the Tyrant. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Gorin?”

Edited July 15, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[TwinStorm He/Him]

5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The voice grunted. “You’re lucky, then. I find them insufferable. From where do you come from?”

@TwinStorm

The voice, gruff and still exasperated, replied, slightly amused. “The home world of the Tyrant. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Gorin?”

"Thank you, zhaba!" he grinned. "What's the Gorin? Also, who's the Tyrant? There are no leaders in a true society. Only comrades."

[Through the Living Hope]

5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The voice grunted. “You’re lucky, then. I find them insufferable. From where do you come from?”

@TwinStorm

The voice, gruff and still exasperated, replied, slightly amused. “The home world of the Tyrant. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Gorin?”

“One of the Adari factions.”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“One of the Adari factions.”

The voice gave a small laugh. “Another elf! And you haven’t heard of the dwarves?”

It was just slightly suspicious.

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Thank you, zhaba!" he grinned. "What's the Gorin? Also, who's the Tyrant? There are no leaders in a true society. Only comrades."

A laugh, rough and boisterous. “So you come from there, do you? Interesting. The Gorin are an intergalactic empire of twins-cursed humans that recently just fell. Left us to clean up their mess, they did.”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The voice gave a small laugh. “Another elf! And you haven’t heard of the dwarves?”

It was just slightly suspicious.

A laugh, rough and boisterous. “So you come from there, do you? Interesting. The Gorin are an intergalactic empire of twins-cursed humans that recently just fell. Left us to clean up their mess, they did.”

“… elf?”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“… elf?”

The voice stopped for a secon. “It sounds, friend, like you aren’t from here. Have you heard of the Gorin?”

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

The voice stopped for a secon. “It sounds, friend, like you aren’t from here. Have you heard of the Gorin?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

21 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He frowned. His bruises were fading, and he winced as his wrist reset into position. His ribs weren't in nearly as much pain, either. "What witch magic is this?" he cursed. Magic. He hated everything about it. "Hello? Hello? Where am I?"

"'Ello? Who're yeh? An' ah've got no clue where we are."