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Hellbent stood on the edge of one of the frozen cliffs of the Goldhaven mountains. "Let it go, let it go, the cold never..." Hellbent paused. That was the wrong universe... Hellbent had shed the title It. Hellbent was Hellbent. He needed revenge on Dusk. Dusk had killed his son. The son he had adopted, the sun he had raised as an heir. And he was dead. Hellbent would pay any price to avenge him. The war would begin, and it would end. And Dusk would pay. This would be the Great Game, where guilds fought guilds, where political machinations met demons and battlefields. The Great Game would let fighting return. As Hellbent stood there, the Alleystorm washed over the mountains. Hellbents warders cloak flapped in the wind. He had three main forms, then 7 modeled after his original body. First, there had been It. It was made to personify his Alleylantrian spike. This form? This form was Mist. Mist was a form of hiding. Mist had a grey face, was easy to overlook, and Mist's warders cloak didn't help you look at it. Mist had violet eyes, but Mist kept it covered. Hellbent liked this form well. As the Alleystorm swept the mountains, Hellbent thought out loud. "I need guilds to fight Dusk and his allies. He has the lifeless, I need to counter that..." Hellbent was compounding luck, letting him survive untouched. And the Alleystorm helped with his compounding. Hellbent used the vast reservoir of stormlight that pulsed through him to create something. A huge tower, Hellbent made it powerful. It was reinforced, made of heavy iron. He soulcast it until he knew it would last. That was where he would start the battle. He would gather his allies, the Dark Alley, the Ghostbloods, the Stickquisition. He needed to win this war. And the True Alley would let him do that. Welcome to the Great Game! This is a new main plot, made in much the same way as the Seven Day War. The difference, is new forces, and different sides. The Great Game is a combination of politics and battle. It takes place all over the Alleyverse. On my side, the side of @Ark1002, the guilds siding with Hellbent, are: Ghostbloods Dark Alley Stickquisition (hopefully more) On the side of @DarthWoodrack, the guilds siding with Dusk are: The Sentinels The Craftsmen TUBA (?) The True Alley (the name of my alliance) is always open to new guilds, or support of a single person. If your guild hasn't joined us, and wants to, just send me a PM with you guild resume! This is the map of the Great Game, I will be posting updated maps if anything changes. This takes place five months after the Ghostblood ball. Have fun slaughtering each other!
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Hellbent felt his body go into darkness. Not again... As he did though, he stabbed Dusk in the shoulder. That's my revenge... It emerged into the sea of spheres again. It's kinda weird to do this twice. It walked over them, because It was a cognitive shadow. I will fight all right. A thousand lifeless? Let's see how they do against a thousand hemalurgic demons... It glowed as It walked.
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It saw the super lifeless. And ignored it. It had always been lucky. And never as much as now. An earthquake shook the arena, making everyone fall but him. A giant boulder fell on the super lifeless. "DUSK. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS." As It's voice shook the arena, It punched, crushing the elantrian.
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For Atticus, time slowed. He watched as the bullet came toward him. RIght before it hit, the connection returned. "The Alleyshards will kill. But they are also your salvation, should you be smart enough to take it." And then he died. ~~~ It screamed, a bellowing roar. The darkness filled him. He was a force of death. He got power from anger, and he had never been so angry. A tornado of darkness and blue fire surrounded him. As it grew in power, the tornado swirled the lava of the arena into it. Then the shades. The tornado pulled rocks from the arena, it became a force of destruction. Shades would kill first. If you had silver, you would die of fire. If you couldn't burn, the rocks would kill you. If you were strong enough to survive the rocks, the wind would rip you apart. If you managed to survive even that, the darkness would kill you. This was true chaos. The tornado swept over the man in plate, killing him. It killed seven regular lifeless. Then it changed. It became more solid. It became the shape of It but scaled up. Way up. The stuff of shades for eyes. Armor of rock. Fire for hair. And darkness for a body. It brought down It's fist on the pair of elantrian and Walker. As It's fist flew, it glew red. The light of Aon Sheo, the aon of death. It was angry.
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Hellbent saw them all. They had investiture, and he could see investiture. He grabbed the super lifeless and teleported, leaving the super lifeless to slam into the elantrian, which he also used his lightweaving to make it look like him. ~~~~ Atticus felt the power leave him. He no longer talked in the same way. But he had liked it. That made him angry. He pulled out a huge gatling, with explosive bullets, and aimed it at walker, who was standing totally still. And he let loose hell.
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It drew It's blade. It burst into fire. Blue flames*. "Let's see how you do." Compounding luck farther than ever before, It knew It could not lose. He teleported behind the lifeless, flaming, turning the ground into oily darkness behind him. "HAVE FUN IN HELL!" It sliced, killing the leecher in a single blow. Then It went after the elantrian.
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"I doubt that." Then It saw the thing he was referring to. "Is that my body?"
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Atticus ignored the world mumbling. It comes. A creature of darkness. You should have been careful. You were not. A dark smoke filled the arena, going at the same speeds walker was. Then the katana shattered. It stood there. "You shouldn't have done that." His hands moved at a speed twice of Walker's. A huge burst of fire came from the air, a cyclone bursting into the world with a white glow. "You will die. I am the one who has become a demon. I am the opposite of Harmony." His voice became a roar, louder then anything a human could do. But this creature was not human anymore. "I AM CHAOS."
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Atticus felt a sharp pain in his head. He fell, flaming and mumbling to himself. The demons will come. Two of them, one of darkness, one of color. The first will be one of fire and chaos. The second will want revenge. Be warned people of the alley. It comes. And the shards of life and death will join us. He lay there mumbling, feeling a strange connection to another realm, of realm of gods.
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Atticus felt pain as the heat enveloped him, but kept shooting the Uzi, regardless of the danger of guns and fire. He wanted to die, and he wanted to kill. He smiled as he burned.
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Atticus watched as the shades that had been closing in turned around to speed toward the no longer a blur figure. The figure was shooting at him. He needed to stop this. While the figure fired, Atticus fired an Uzi at him, knowing that the shots would hurt him.
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Atticus knew this would be dangerous, He couldn't let the blur stab him. So, he punched toward the fist as hard as he could, activating a small shockwave emitter in his hand.
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Atticus pushed the Mace down, so that it would hit him in the back instead of the head. Then he continued crushing him.
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Atticus had trained himself to ignore pain. It never worked at first, but he could do it. But now he was entirely legless. And his eye was covered in blood. Luckily, he had steelsight. And, being a steel savant, he created a steel bubble around himself. Then he pulled a 'small' Koloss war sword off his back and threw it at the person who had done this too him, pushing it at his strongest power level, better than most because of his savantism.
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Ambrosia had something to say. So she stood up. "I only knew Mara through this fight. I participated in her death. If Devaan says part of him died, part of me died as well. I never want to fight again. And I will do anything I can to help the people closest to her, as the best I can manage to compensate them for this. I know what I have done is unforgivable. So I won't ask." Ambrosia sat down, crying.
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Atticus felt pain. Unbearable pain. So he pulled the Hellgun from where it lay and proceeded to use the most powerful attack at his disposal. He pulled on all the metal in the back of Walker, then pushed on the metal in the front. That should crush him. He then proceeded to continue to lick his hands, despite the fact he had lost his left leg. At the same time, he shot the hellgun at him.
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Atticus fell to the floor, licking his hands over and over.
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NICE NAME!!!
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The alleyverse is an FFRP (free form RPG), you just make a character and have fun. It is a lot less complicated then DND and that sort.
The ghostbloods is an amazing guild in the Alleyverse. You need to join.
http://www.17thshard.com/forum/forum/92-alleyverse/
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Atticus felt the bolts. They put holes in his armor, and two actually hit him. But he also felt something more important. "PIE!" He pulled off his helmet, then started licking the back, ignoring the pain from the two blaster bolts. He had been here for days. He had forgotten how hungry he was.
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Atticus ignored it, and jumped backward, tacking advantage of the stillness needed for the flamethrower. As he fell, he pulled the man towards himself, or himself toward the man. Hopefully he could crush him.
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Ark felt a knife hit the visor of enforcers glass. "Heh. I love how powerful this armor is." Then he leaned down for security, then pushed on the rapidly moving lines. He also pushed the bomb towards the blur. "Have a nice trip!"
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Atticus saw the blue lines move. So he PUSHED them backwards as hard as he possibly could, while also shooting a huge plasma rifle.
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Atticus watched as a blur ran into his armor. That didn't do much. Atticus pushed and pulled on every bit of metal he could see with steelsight on the body, then punched down toward it, a feral look in his eye.
