Children of the Tyrant (GSRP Sci-Fi Prequel)

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

10 minutes ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

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

“A second stranger? Interesting.”

@Spark of Hope

The voice hesitated. “Really?”

Edited July 15, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Hope]

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“A second stranger? Interesting.”

@Spark of Hope

The voice hesitated. “Really?”

“Really.”

[Argenti he/him]

4 hours 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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@CoderDrag0n8

 @Argenti

@Spark of Hope

@Kaladin Stormcursed

@TwinStorm

@Just A Silvereye

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The Axe hangs above Cruish's head, the execution ready to swing.

I have failed, the prince thinks to himself as he stares up at the stars.

He will not cry out when his neck is severed from his body, he decides. He will not give the Lion the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Despite losing everything, his throne, his family, and his kingdom, he will not fade into the night quietly.

Cruish stares into the dusk of his people, and does not weep.

As the axe swings through the air, ions ablaze along its edge, he simply closes his eyes, and waits for death.

Then a flash of light envelops him, and the black sea parts.

Cruish rises to his feet in his cell, hand tracing the brand on his forehead, and attempts to activate his implants.

Edited July 16, 2025 by Argenti

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

28 minutes ago, Argenti said:

The Axe hangs above Cruish's head, the execution ready to swing.

I have failed, the prince thinks to himself as he stares up at the stars.

He will not cry out when his neck is severed from his body, he decides. He will not give the Lion the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Despite losing everything, his throne, his family, and his kingdom, he will not fade into the night quietly.

Cruish stares into the dusk of his people, and does not weep.

As the axe swings through the air, ions ablaze along its edge, he simply closes his eyes, and waits for death.

Then a flash of light envelops him, and the black sea parts.

Cruish rises to his feet in his cell, hand tracing the brand on his forehead, and attempts to activate his implants.

They had been burned from his body, now useless.

3 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Really.”

“Huh. Then I have no idea where you’re from. Do you know how you got here?”

[Through the Living Hope]

8 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

They had been burned from his body, now useless.

“Huh. Then I have no idea where you’re from. Do you know how you got here?”

“I remember flashes of light, searing heat..”

[Argenti he/him]

12 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

They had been burned from his body, now useless.

3 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

Cruish frowns "That's a pity. Odd feeling." he looks around

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“A second stranger? Interesting.”

@Spark of Hope

The voice hesitated. “Really?”

"What d'yeh mean? An' d'yeh know where we are? One minute ah was in a cave talkin' with some strange people, an' the next ah'm here."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

42 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“I remember flashes of light, searing heat..”

“Hmmm… that sounds more like the old gods.”

39 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Cruish frowns "That's a pity. Odd feeling." he looks around

There was a conversation going on outside the cell - a gruff voice.

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20 minutes ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"What d'yeh mean? An' d'yeh know where we are? One minute ah was in a cave talkin' with some strange people, an' the next ah'm here."

“Quite interesting…”

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Hmmm… that sounds more like the old gods.”

There was a conversation going on outside the cell - a gruff voice.

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“Quite interesting…”

"What d'yeh mean?"

[Through the Living Hope]

17 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Hmmm… that sounds more like the old gods.”

There was a conversation going on outside the cell - a gruff voice.

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“Quite interesting…”

“The old gods?”

[Argenti he/him]

20 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Hmmm… that sounds more like the old gods.”

There was a conversation going on outside the cell - a gruff voice.

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“Quite interesting…”

Cruish frowns

"Dwarves? Why would the deep folk capture me?"

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

5 hours 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.”

Eanmund stood, bristling. "I come from the Mothership, comrade, and you will let me out of this cell. I don't need to know who the Gorin are. That's for the First Comrade."

5 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

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

"My name is Eanmund, comrade. Who might you be?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

Eanmund stood, bristling. "I come from the Mothership, comrade, and you will let me out of this cell. I don't need to know who the Gorin are. That's for the First Comrade."

"My name is Eanmund, comrade. Who might you be?"

"Mah name's Cepticon, but yeh can call me Cep. Nice ta meet yeh. Yeh know where we are or why we're 'ere?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

17 minutes ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Mah name's Cepticon, but yeh can call me Cep. Nice ta meet yeh. Yeh know where we are or why we're 'ere?"

"We're in prison." Eanmund replied, his thick Russian accent making him hard to understand.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

"We're in prison." Eanmund replied, his thick Russian accent making him hard to understand.

There is a brief pause. "Y'know, ah gathered that. What ah'm wonderin' is, where exactly are we? Are we even still in the Thread?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

24 minutes ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

There is a brief pause. "Y'know, ah gathered that. What ah'm wonderin' is, where exactly are we? Are we even still in the Thread?"

"This'n no . . . what now? We're in some Tyrant place. Hopefully my comrades are staging a rescue mission by now."

[Throw TheLiving Silverware he/him/il/lui]

Lonnm woke up to voices arguing.

He knew he'd been in class minutes before, then... then what? Light, pain, sensation of falling... it was all somewhat hazy. He hoped his students hadn't seen too much of him collapsing in the middle of the class. That would have been embarrassing.

The voices were coming from... behind the walls. Other prisoners like him? He listened for a minute. There was talk about dwarves, elves, the Gorin, the First Comrade, and a mysterious Tyrant. He'd heard some about the Gorin at the news, but the rest was unfamiliar. He tried to join the Universe Wide Web for more information, only to find that his wrist implant wasn't responding.

He gathered his strength, and interrupted: "Excuse me, but does anyone have any idea why we are the ones here?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

8 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"This'n no . . . what now? We're in some Tyrant place. Hopefully my comrades are staging a rescue mission by now."

"Tyrant?"

[Through the Living Hope]

6 hours ago, Just A Silvereye said:

Lonnm woke up to voices arguing.

He knew he'd been in class minutes before, then... then what? Light, pain, sensation of falling... it was all somewhat hazy. He hoped his students hadn't seen too much of him collapsing in the middle of the class. That would have been embarrassing.

The voices were coming from... behind the walls. Other prisoners like him? He listened for a minute. There was talk about dwarves, elves, the Gorin, the First Comrade, and a mysterious Tyrant. He'd heard some about the Gorin at the news, but the rest was unfamiliar. He tried to join the Universe Wide Web for more information, only to find that his wrist implant wasn't responding.

He gathered his strength, and interrupted: "Excuse me, but does anyone have any idea why we are the ones here?"

While she waited for an answer, Trinn told the newcomer, “No.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

3 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Tyrant?"

"I don't know. Ask the guards." Eanmund said, slightly annoyed.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

19 hours 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

 

Bandana Man reaches up to his forhead to see if he can feel his bandana.

When he makes sure it is there, He points his head out of his cell and looks around.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

15 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"What d'yeh mean?"

“I mean I have no idea how that could happen.”

15 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“The old gods?”

“Myths. Legends. Of a time before the Render molded the world into planets.”

15 hours ago, Argenti said:

Cruish frowns

"Dwarves? Why would the deep folk capture me?"

 

“The deep folk? I would be offended, but it’s true.” He hesitated. “I’m also a prisoner, slotted for death. But… I hear things. I believe… all you newcomers with the brand on yer head, the Healer was here when you came in. And she personally wanted to interrogate you.”

14 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Eanmund stood, bristling. "I come from the Mothership, comrade, and you will let me out of this cell. I don't need to know who the Gorin are. That's for the First Comrade."

"My name is Eanmund, comrade. Who might you be?"

“That what you think? I’m a prisoner. Slotted for death, like I told the other guy.”

10 hours ago, Just A Silvereye said:

Lonnm woke up to voices arguing.

He knew he'd been in class minutes before, then... then what? Light, pain, sensation of falling... it was all somewhat hazy. He hoped his students hadn't seen too much of him collapsing in the middle of the class. That would have been embarrassing.

The voices were coming from... behind the walls. Other prisoners like him? He listened for a minute. There was talk about dwarves, elves, the Gorin, the First Comrade, and a mysterious Tyrant. He'd heard some about the Gorin at the news, but the rest was unfamiliar. He tried to join the Universe Wide Web for more information, only to find that his wrist implant wasn't responding.

He gathered his strength, and interrupted: "Excuse me, but does anyone have any idea why we are the ones here?"

“Well, yall all have that brand on your head.”

1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Bandana Man reaches up to his forhead to see if he can feel his bandana.

When he makes sure it is there, He points his head out of his cell and looks around.

The slot was not big enough for that, but he was able to see a blank hallway.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

18 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“I mean I have no idea how that could happen.”

“Myths. Legends. Of a time before the Render molded the world into planets.”

“The deep folk? I would be offended, but it’s true.” He hesitated. “I’m also a prisoner, slotted for death. But… I hear things. I believe… all you newcomers with the brand on yer head, the Healer was here when you came in. And she personally wanted to interrogate you.”

“That what you think? I’m a prisoner. Slotted for death, like I told the other guy.”

“Well, yall all have that brand on your head.”

The slot was not big enough for that, but he was able to see a blank hallway.

Eanmund cursed. "So you're no guard? Well, winters afire, we might die."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

Eanmund cursed. "So you're no guard? Well, winters afire, we might die."

“Oh, the Healer won’t kill you. You’ll just wish she did.”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

24 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“I mean I have no idea how that could happen.”

“Myths. Legends. Of a time before the Render molded the world into planets.”

“The deep folk? I would be offended, but it’s true.” He hesitated. “I’m also a prisoner, slotted for death. But… I hear things. I believe… all you newcomers with the brand on yer head, the Healer was here when you came in. And she personally wanted to interrogate you.”

“That what you think? I’m a prisoner. Slotted for death, like I told the other guy.”

“Well, yall all have that brand on your head.”

The slot was not big enough for that, but he was able to see a blank hallway.

I call out from the slot. "Hello? Anyone there?"