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AMEN!!!

Ragnarok burst from the water, wreathed in red energy. He twisted in the air a dozen or so feet outside the water. With a pull of his hand, Ragnarok yanked out Brute with a telekinetic pull. Ragnarok pulled the epic in an arc above his head, a minor headache throbbing in his head, and threw him back into the water at a high speed. Submerged, the epic tried to swim to the surface. “You should have listened,” Ragnarok and thrust his hand towards the water. The energy around his arm intensified as he grabbed hold of the epic with his TK and kept him under. Thirty seconds passed before the epic began struggling, but Ragnarok kept him a good four feet from the surface. Brute’s thrashing intensified, churning the water with his super strength. Ragnarok wouldn’t leave until long after the blasted epic stopped kicking. ‘This shouldn’t be that hard’ he thought, his head twinging from headache. ‘Just let go…’ His mind fuzzed in and out. ‘Now?’ he thought. ‘Great.’ His mind fuzzed again and the world around him disappeared. Replaced by blackness. A Notworld. A place of nothingness. YOU HAVE FAILED ME. “The fault is not my own,” Ragnarok said “Brute simply was not interested.” DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR EXCUSES, BOY! Ragnarok flinched inwardly. He very seldom let someone call him a child, but Stormeggedon could do as she pleased. And there was nothing Ragnarok could do about it. “Yes, my master,” he said as strongly as he could. The blackness shifted. Pooling together, becoming a figure in black. A dress of shadows adorning her. It was hard to say anything of her features, because her face and arms were merely visible as darker shadows and lighter shadows. THERE IS ANOTHER WHOM I HAVE BEEN WATCHING. HE IS NEAR TO YOU. YOU MUST RECRUIT HIM. FORCIBLY IF YOU MUST. “I do as commanded, great one,” he said. GOOD. THIS IS HE. An image flashed in Ragnarok’s mind. A tall man, a scowl on his face, dressed in a red and black shirt, jeans, and a pea coat that was open down the front. MAKE HASTE, SERVANT. AND TREAD CAREFULLY, HE IS NOT ONE WHO IS GENTLE WITH HIS ENEMIES. “It will be done.” The Notworld vanished, and he was placed back over the water, with Brute still struggling underneath. Ragnarok shook his head. “Just die already…”

someone screams when you step on one. A brass knuckle is like a hundred chasmfiends, marching in unison, singing an ode to my glory.

I once created an epic called jim, who hated how epics would change their name to something dramtic when he could kill all of them as a guy named jim. his power was to throw kiloton footballs. needless to say this played out in my mind until he killed himself with a nuke football. then I decided: not the best power...

seems legit. that could be used in a really good team up. in a "you aim and i'll throw the nuke" sort of way.

im not sure who's better Trump or Clinton. ones an idiot, the others a liar... I say anarchy. anyone with me?

odium is voldemort.

aluminum is what you cant push. everything that isn't invested to the hilt can be pushed. something's, like metalminds, are invested but are only incredibly hard to push, even though it's possible.

oooh... would you like to slay some evil today? join the Knightbloods!

can the effect epic powers? say Antimatter fires one of his energy blasts, could that be sent through a portal?

Warriormark looks at his watch and then bashes his fist against his head. "Its been out for almost a week," he said "and I still don't have Bands of Mourning!"

that makes it a rather deadly epic. more than usual.

hmn... who gets cursed, You or him? I wish for answers!

stormegeddon is the motivation for a few of my characters that I have on backburner. I doubt she will be seen anywhere near Astoria. her base is probably located near the center of Oregon. I haven't given that particular detail much thought actually...

bob is dead, boat for sale.

the battle happened outside Astoria but ended with Ragnarok hitting the water just outside the city, about a mile or so from the port. I wanted to scrap him in the way that he wouldn't show up anywhere for a long time. he still exists and is still a creepy dirtbag, but he won't show up in astoria for a while(if ever, I may tweak something a bit). but he may send blood minions to create some chaos, but those will be vanilla type NPC and will die a lot.

Ragnarok smashed through the wall at a speed he swore was Mach three. “Flip,” he said, climbing to his feet through the rubble. “This is unfortunate.” He turned as he saw the Epic charge for him like a rhino. A stupid rhino, with his head held low. Brute was just that, a Brute. Ragnarok shook himself free of some of the dust. This was ridiculous. He was restricted. His hand was tied behind his back. He couldn’t kill Brute at this moment. He had explicit orders not to. That didn’t mean he couldn’t rough him up a bit. Ragnarok threw his hand out towards the charging moron, a red net of fire-lightning-like energy twisting around his arm. His telekinesis was like that. Ragnarok grabbed the Epic from twenty feet away and smashed him into the ground, the concrete thoroughly smashed from the force of it. Then the building to his left with a similar force, then right, left, right, down, down, down. He raised the epic into the air, his clothing tattered from the beating. Ragnarok opened his mouth to speak. Then changed his mind and repeated the beating process. A few moments later, he raised the epic into the air again. “Hey, are you done struggling?” Ragnarok asked, “I’m getting bored,” “I refuse to take orders from a child,” Brute said. “I’m not a child!” he smashed the Epic down one more time. Brute was a strength Epic. Could lift a building off the ground and swing it like baseball bat, but like most Epics of his power type never realized, strength was nearly useless against a telekinetic- or TK as he liked to call it-holding them in the air. Brute was also invulnerable. Classic. “It’s not me the orders will be coming from, but the one whose orders I follow.” Ragnarok dropped the Epic, walking forward towards him until he stood above him, at the edge of the crater. “Stormeggeddon holds that position herself.” “Stormeggeddon can sparking go to-,” Rag never heard what was next, only the roar as Brute launched himself towards him with startling force. Ragnarok met him halfway, grabbing his arms with strength enhanced by his TK. The air cracked with the force of it, and Ragnarok was forced onto one knee. Crap. Ragnarok twisted his shoulders, using the other Epic’s own weight against him as he threw him to the ground. He couldn’t let this be a close quarters fight where Brute’s superior strength would be the more deciding factor. He leapt back as bright red threads of fire-lightning surged from his body, connecting from one limb to another like charged tesla coils. Mid-air, Ragnarok flipped once before coming to a stop flying a dozen or so feet above the ground. “This is your last chance, Brute!” Ragnarok shouted “Join or die!” With a shout, Brute leapt towards Ragnarok with a super-strength enhanced jump. Ragnarok moved to grab him out of the air with his TK, but he lost focus as Brute hit him with the force of a cannon. Ragnarok growled as they were both launched into the air at incredible speed. The ground flying away beneath their feet as they passed through clouds and into the coldness of the sky. He shoved Brute away with his enhanced TK strength and he shot away. Ragnarok grabbed the Epic with his external TK and yanked Brute towards him, he swung a fist and smashed it into Brute’s face. Brute shouted in defiance and hit him in the chest, splitting the two of them apart. The wind roared passed Ragnarok’s ears, and he felt at once the lifting of some bond on his mind, he felt free to move. Free to act. Free to kill. He grabbed Brute again with his TK and threw him towards the ground, now hundreds if not a thousands of feet underneath them, with every last bit of his willpower. The Epic shot towards the ground like a rocket. With an enraged growl, Ragnarok blasted towards him, trailing threads of red energy behind him. He would not allow his prey to escape. Not this time. Soaring towards the ground, Ragnarok fired a shot of telekinetic energy, a punch of his will and mind, towards the falling Brute, accelerating his speed until he heard a deafening BOOM! They passed the barrier of the clouds, and saw the open water below them. He was going too fast and before he could react, he hit the water, hard. Antimatter popped his neck. He’d been up all night after his “battle” with Lockheed, and he sorely needed a bath, some sleep, and preferably a hot meal. He took a few steps to the bar that he and Harkness had been using as a base since his arrival. He yawned as he opened the door to the establishment. There was a resounding CRACK! That split the morning air and Antimatter spun to see what had caused it. It took him a moment to see the red streak fall from the sky. What the… “Damnation Epics,” he muttered. And entered the bar. Antimatter walked back into the bar. He still thought that was a little funny. Harkness was still where Antimatter had left him, seated on a replacement stool. Though instead of flirting he was in a rigid looking conversation with a familiar face. “Neutrality! You rascal,” Antimatter said, striding up to the counter wearing a scowl on his face. “What in the world are you doing here?” he held out his hand and Neutrality shook it. “I’m merely passing through.” He took a drink of his mug, then grunted. “How goes your hunt?” Antimatters scowl deepened. “What do you know about that?” “Just a rumor on the wind,” Neutrality said with a dismissive gesture, “Wouldn’t even be able to confirm it, if I hadn’t known an Epic with explosion powers who could take a grudge down to his grave.” “How extensive are these rumors?” “Not, just that Decisiveness was killed by someone with your power portfolio just west of Newcago.” “Crap,” Antimatter said “Why have you come here?” “Well,” Neutrality said thoughtfully. “Salem wasn’t really doing it for me, Soulcaster got on my nerves. That sort of thing.” “Really?” “Also,” Neutrality said slowly “I’ve received news that Renegade is coming to Astoria.” Antimatter blinked. “What?” he shoved Harkness, who was being uncharacteristically quiet, to the ground and took his chair. “Hey!” and immediately Antimatter felt a twinge of guilt. He immediately turned to Harkness. “Stop it,” he said and the guilt faded. “What about Renegade?” Antimatter snapped. It was Neutrality’s turn to scowl. “Antimatter, you know how this works.” He said, “You need to do something for me first.” There was a long pause. “What. Do. You. Want,” Antimatter growled. “I haven’t decided. But I’ll give you a call.” Neutrality stood up. “Don’t bother telling me your number. I already know it. I also know however that I want something done here, in Astoria. So don’t wander off. It will also be quite some time before Renegade shows up. So keep yourself entertained,” Neutrality’s eyes lit up. “I know you’re good at that,” “I don’t enjoy killing, Neutrality.” Antimatter said softly, “Never have.” Neutrality chuckled. “Could have fooled me, you have as much blood on your hands as Steelheart and you know it.” Antimatter said nothing. Neutrality chuckled again. “I’ll keep in touch. I’m fairly certain there is going to be some good action around here. Lots of powerful Epics converging.” He turned to leave. “I’m sad I’ll miss it.” He left without another word. Harkness growled and began swearing like a sailor “What was that about! He could have permanently killed either of us without making much of a fuss about it. I’d rather stay returnable if you don’t mind.” Antimatter shook his head. “Neutrality doesn’t work that way. He prefers manipulation to brute force.” “The moron negated my powers, Matt. That’s not something you do in polite company.” “Don’t call me Matt!” he said lifting a hand and blowing off his head with a small blast of energy that sent Harkness reeling. Antimatter’s blasts were always more silent than he thought they should be. Something he thought was due to the fact that he redirected most of the sound in the explosion. ‘It must be deafening to be shot in the face for invulnerability Epics’ he thought for not the first time and as the bar emptied again because of him.

warriormark rolls his eyes and uses the Force to push the ball in the rest of the way. now boss, you know the confusion that will cause, with that kinda not being a local magic system and all. warriormark rolled his eyes again and put the ball back.

you get a very unhappy time lord. *Insert rolled eyes and gentle admonitions.*

you get true freedom... *insert lame joke about racism*

you get an enhanced breath and some memory loss. *insert stolen gauss gun

I wouldn't mind,(Though I feel the general consensus goes some thing like this: Warriormark: I have a new epic! everyone else: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!focus on your old ones! Warriormark: But I have so many good character ideas! voidus: I still have more than you.)

ah. thats funny. on different note can I have the Hunter in Portland?

whats the history behind that? what conversation lead to that?

YEEESSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....... this might be a bit of a topic changer, but AM I crAzY? its reALLy late and it seems as if my bedroom walls are breathing...