The Gate of Ages - Realm of Chaos

[Dark181st]

The Gate of Ages was created long ago back in the refuge of the PDBA's first secret board on GameFaqs, Alien Gate. It was an alternative arena that was started due to a lingering willingness to reach out to other universes in the world of fantasy and duke it out with one another. After all...fighting with Perfect Dark weaponry can only stay interesting for so long without a break.

The mechanics are exactly the same as the PD Battle Arena, yet there are no restrictions when it comes to character creations. You have anything and everything at your disposal in creating a persona. From weapons of middle earth, to mystical powers or high tech weaponry. The Gate of Ages throws combatants from all time periods into a mix and let them duke it out to the death. Naturally there are certain limits in powers.

Combatants can not be invulnerable and their powers should be kept in reason. If the playing field is kept logical and at somewhat of an even level, the experience as a whole will just be more fun.

Now...it may take you some time to develop your character so think through it a bit. Perhaps you want to use something from a movie....video game...whatever. It's up to you. When you think you've found something you like, go to the Ancient Archives (similar to a Profile topic) and post your characters info there.

When that is done, you should know what to do. As of now there haven't been many locales as for fighting environments. I'll start us off back to where The Gate of Ages initially began. It's an area known as the Ancient Woods. There are no real "land marks" or specific places so feel free to create some in posts. As you can guess the Ancient Woods is a dense forest.We can make it whatever we want.

So...with that...let's get this under way. I will be creating the Archives momentarily.

[PhiX]

Great idea, as soon as you create the archives, I have a character ready pretty much so ill post it in. ;D

[Dark181st]

An unsettling mist crept between the looming stumps of the age old trees that littered the Ancient Woods. A gentle breeze whisked through the forest, rustling the branches and leaves of the landscape. The Ancient Woods dipped high and low, following the curves of the mountain range it surrounded. Moss covered the base of the age old trees, bearing as the only sign of life in the darkness.

The faint patter of a raging beasts footsteps echoed in the night. The noise came to an instant halt and was soon followed by the outburst of the horses nose, flaring in the cold night air. The black steed towered over the forest range, it's pitch black coat gleamed in the pale night sky, as small signs of old blood were left on it's hind legs and hooves. Black reigns hung from the creatures head, jointed with rings of silver. The steeds eyes glared through the night as it's red eyes gazed through the wilderness. It's massive belly rose and fell as it breathed heavily, looking at it's surroundings.

Atop the black steed, sat a robbed figure, towering in the saddle. His black garb fluttered in the breeze as a gust of wind was caught in the large robe. As if a living organism, feasting off it's host, the robe rippled in the air, leaving it's bearer featureless. Amidst the hood lay a blank void of black air. Nothing was seen of the rider, except two metal silver gauntlets which protruded out of the spacious piece of cloth and gripped the reigns of the black beast. The blade of the Nazgul, lay sheathed aside the riders left hip. The massive sword streamed down the riders leg, and rested across the monstrous thigh of the figures horse.

Slowly turning it's emotionless gaze down through the countless trees of the Ancient Forest, the black rider, known as Ulaire Oscuridad, kicked it's metal heels in the back of it's black steed. The horse reared back, and an eery shrill echoed through the night. Oscuridad strode through the forest, searching...looking...hunting. Ulair Oscuridad was one of few of his kind. A Nazgul warrior, once a rich king, decieved by the warlord Sauron and sworn into his service. Roaming the earth, bidding to Sauron's every whim, the Nazgul were neither living, nor dead. Their minds had been poisoned, their free will stripped, leaving them to be servants for the lord of the under world for all eternity.

But there was one, who escaped the cycle of Sauron. Given the approval for special tasks of the dark lord, Ulair Oscuridad roamed the earth. Looking for beings that deserved to be sent to the fiery pits of Sauron, to experience the harsh, and eternal pain and suffering of the under world. Oscuridad was a messenger of death. Using his Nazgul blade to smite the souls of his adversaries, the black rider brought suffering to all whom he wished. There were no other Nazgul warriors, that matched his hatred for the living.

His shrouded black cloak concealed a body ridden in silver chain mail and armor. A single spike protruded from the toe of each of the beings boots. A cold blooded warrior, Ulair Oscuridad bore his Nazgul sword, forged in the fiery pits of hell by Sauron himself. The Nazgul rider had been trained with special powers by Sauron, however Oscuridad had never unleashed his secret abilities to the living world.

Ulair Oscuridad strode through the Ancient Woods, searching through the trees, as the beast between his legs shrilled with eagerness. Bringing the black steed to a slow trot, the Nazgul rider scaled the nearest hill, and reared his horse backwards. A deafening shrill echoed through the forest, as Oscuridad patrolled the Ancient Woods...

[PhiX]

Karacheev Turgidson had no idea where he was, and the very idea of his arrival to this odd forest he was in baffled him. Not long ago Karacheev had been sent to investigate an odd space gate above an unidentified planet. Karacheev ended up traveling through the gate, which managed to fit his fighter, and then found himself in this odd place.

He appeared under a clear blue sky, and with a large dark forest below him. Karacheev found a place to land his fighter, in a small swamp, which was the only large clearing he could find.

Karacheev now stood upon his fighter, his Keech plasma rifle cluched in his hands. Karacheev was getting tired however, and was anxious to have a look around.

And that he did. Karacheev could no longer stand just waitng around for nothing, and he decided to explore the nearby region. Always holding his weapon, as was custom in unfamiliar territory. He skirted the nearby woods, not straying to far from the comfort of his fighter.

At one point however, a terrifying sound hit the air. A large screech pierced Karacheev's heart. It was a sound he never heard before, and never wanted to hear again. That would not be true however, and he again heard the sound again, and it sounded closer. Karacheev stepped back onto the large main trail and he heard the hoofs of a running animal. Karacheev twisted eagerly and quickly as he looked for the source. Soon ahead of him he saw a massive horse with a cloaked figure riding on top of it.

Karacheev fell to his knee and fired with his Plasma autofire at the horse that was coming right for him on instinct. Most of the shots missed, a plasma round or two hitting something, but Karacheev did not know if it was the rider or horse. But either way he was startled whatever got hit lived without a single grunt of pain.

Karacheev turned around and ran. His light frame and great legs allowed him to travel at great speeds, but the steed chasing him was faster. Karacheev ran for his fighter. He soon found himself in the swamp clearing and he activated his jump jets, clearing the tree stumps that stood in his way and landing on the massive Kanachav MKII.

Karacheev swerved around and help up his Plasma weapon, firing a few concentrated bursts, and then letting off one of the lethal plasma grenades. Right then Karacheev saw 3 things. The massive horse fell over, crashing to the ground. The stray grenade round hit a tree, and quickly sent it into a fiery mass as the chemical reaction inside the odd round activated. And third, the dark rider jumped off of his falling steed and made its way swiftly towards Karacheev.

Karacheev fired at the Nazgul Ulaire, all of his shots missing. Before he knew it, the dark figure was on Karacheev's fighter as well, with a sword drawn. The Nazgul quickly slashed at Karacheev, who blocked with his rifle. The rifle fell out of Karacheev's hand in the force however, and fell bubbling into the bog below. The Nazgul then made another strike, and just as fast Karacheev activated his wrist mounted knife, blocking the sword with the 2 foot blade.

This did not turn out so well too however, and the small blade broke in half under the impact. Karacheev was the one to strike this time however. Karacheev put his left arm over his right, activating a small handle which folded into Karacheev's hand. The Karacheev squeazed on the large trigger that covered the front of the handle. The large tube that popped out of the right arm band soon bursted out with a spurt of fire. The small quick stream streaked its way across the air and consumed the Nazgul before him.

This time a large shreak was let out as the figure dropped into the water of the swamp below him. Karacheev did not hesitate to drop into his fighter and activate its systems. As he lifted off, he noticed in his below view monitor as a soaked shadow crawled out of the water. It looked up into the sky. Karacheev found it odd how it looked. It looked around the sky, not knowing where the fighter was apparently, but it seemed to sense it. It sensed the fighter watching it, and it sensed the fighter in the air out of reach...



(I know i didnt kill you, but got ur horse! )

[N3B]

Agrin strode across the desolate plains, adjusting his armor as he looked toward the blazing sun. The Protoss warrior was very inexperienced, being of a young age as protoss go, at the age of 92. Agrin took his Phase Dirupter, and charged the power cell. he aimed at a rock, and fired the weapon, watching as the beam of psionic energy quickly shot from the barrel of the rifle and incinerated the rock. he was satisfied with the capabilities of his weapon. strapping it back onto his side, he activated his psionic blades to make sure they were in good condition. the blue psionic blades emerged from the generators on Agrin's forarm, and sizzled the air. Agrin looked around, seeing a tree to his side. he stepped over, and took his blades, slicing the tree in 3 pieces. he stepped to the side as the massive tree fell over onto the ground under the power of his abilities. Agrin was satisfied.

Agrin pressed on, randomly wandering about the deserted planet for battle...

[RangerDeadNight]

ok well I am a major sc freak so i know when i say this. The phase disruptor shot comes from a circualr hatcopened at the top of the hero's tank in a dragoon. The odds of it being a rifle is slim to none seeing as how most dragoon pilots have been seriously injured in battle and have had there dying carcasses put into dragoons

[niff]

what's sc?

[PhiX]

Star Craft i pretty sure

[niff]

I don't remember Dragoons in Starcraft.....

[RangerDeadNight]

the spider things with protoss

[niff]

Ah, those things. *has not played SC in a very long time*

[PhiX]

Leaves rustled and animals skattered as the wide Kleesak fighter lowered into a clearing upon a small hill in the Ancient Woods. The cockpit hatch opened and the alien figure of Karacheev stood out of the command seat. He hopped to the ground and drew his plasma rifle. He surveyed his surroundings cautiously, and nearly jumped as the glass viewscreen closed behind him. Satisfied that everything was all right, Karacheev remotely shut down the crafts engines and walked down the hill into the woods.

He walked right into a path and walked on it, wondering where the road would lead. It was nowhere good however. Out of no where the protoss zealot Agrin jumped from the woods, activating the psionic blades in his suit. Karacheev at the same moment drew out his small melee sword, out of his left wrist band. One of the psionic blades arched in at Karacheev's head, who ducked instinctively. The next came in an arch at his chest. Acting only by reaction he forgot the weapons were made of energy, not ferro-steel. He lifted his arm place bayonet to block the shot, but the psionic energy just chopped right through the recently replaced blade, chopping the thin metal in half.

Karacheev immediately realised he had no chance at melee range with those weapons attacking him. He backed off and jumped into the woods behind a thick tree. The psionic blades came, slicing a portion of the tree, but just imbedding it with a deep cut. Karacheev drew his Plasma autofire firing a burst in the Protoss' direction. The creature easily dodged it, and jumped forward into the thick of the woods with Karacheev.

Karacheev began a more random fire pattern, spraying the hot plasma around. The prottoss ducked and rolled closer to Karacheev. Karacheevs hand suddenly began to burn and he released it from his weapon. One disadvantage of plasma weaponry was its tendonsy to overheat. Small ports opened to help have the air cool the weapon, and hot blue gases sprayed from the weapons barrels and now open exhaust ports. Karacheev, being in a life threatening situation, didnt use his head and instead through the steaming weapon at Agrin. The protoss had shown before to have fast reflexes, and showed it again, as it lifted one of the psionic blades and cast the weapon in half in mid air.

Karacheev quickly hit a button on his wrist band, pulling a trigger into his hand. He then drew his Hitachk Plasma handgun with the other. Agrin dove behind a tree as the plasma laced through the air. Agrin emerged holding a large rifle which Karacheev did not like the look of. Karacheev rolled forward as the rifle shot a pure burst of psionic energy, which pulverized a bush in the distance. Karacheev landed on one knee of his backward canted legs, and pointed his left arm up, pulling the small handle in his hand. A burst of flame spurt from a small barrel at the top of the weapon, but missed the Protoss and hit a thin tree near him. The result was just as good.

The younger tree caught fire and began to burn. Karacheev swung out his right arm to fire his plasma handgun, and Agrin instinctively dove left, right where the burning tree was. Agrin rolled and aimed his rifle up, but soon looked at the burning lumber as it crackled and a loud creaking accompanied. The flaming tree began to topple, right onto Agrin.

Karacheev sighed as he holstered his pistol and walked over to survey the remains of Agrin. His body was nearly split in half, and burning embers fell to his skin. If he did survive the tree hitting him, he could not possibly survive the flaming spinters that started to embed themselves into his body.

Karacheev turned away, almost in disgust, and walked back to the trail...

[Razor]

Specimen XD-831, Crazy Daemon, crawled from the wreckage of the massive Shuttle. After eliminating the crew, it scurried to the outside of the ship. It's hunting sense showed a clear picture of it's surroundings. It was in a forest, massive trees covered the scape of his sense. A variety of phermones glinted his view. The forest teemed with life, ripe for the picking. It saw a humanoid nearby with an odd pinkish aura. Silently it stalked it's prey, until it saw a prime opportunity and dived at it's prey, devouring the poor elf's head in one bite. It gave an odd gagging sound and abandoned the body, finding the taste not to it's liking. It needed better tasting prey, and better prey would give a much bigger fight.

With frantic hunger, Crazy Daemon dived from tree to tree until it came to a swamp, where it saw something even it would have feared, if it knew such emotion. A large black figure stood outside the muck, a large blade drawn. It's phermones looked human, but not quite, and they were dim. Very dim. As if it were dead for a long time, but somehow alive.

Ulaire stopped, sensing an enemy nearby. He turned to see another emotionless and evil figure staring down at him. He prepare for battle as the figure snarled and pounced with insane speed, tore at his cloak, tapped the ground with it's tail, ricochetd off a tree, and attacked again. The Nazgul could barely keep up with it's movments, but took his time.

The Drone attacked and attacked, but it's attacks did nothing. The prey was far too strong to try to remove it's head, if that would even work. All it could do was attack and attack until something worked. It scurried up a tree, and attempted to pounce from above, but was smashed off course by Ulaire's arm and tumbled along the ground. It quickly regained it's footing and attacked, but the prey was ready for him, and with a swipe of his blade, Crazy Daemon's arm fell to the ground. It's acidic green blood sprayed outward, misting the Nazgul before he could jump away.

The acid burned. His cloak was partially dissolved, and a few lumps of melted flesh dropped to the ground. He would have to be careful with this enemy. If he were human he would have been startled by the instantaneous recover of the creater, which shugged off it's missing limb as if it were but a scratch. With a high pitch squawk, the Drone pounced straight at Ulaire, who reacted by extending his Nazgul blade to greet it. Crazy Daemon was impaled on the blade, and began to writhe and cry out. Acid blood showered in all directions, covering Ulaire, who let out a horrifying scream. The two fell to the ground, any trace of life that was there to begin with extinguished.

Respawn...

[PhiX]

OOC:
"...it would have feared, if it knew such emotion."

Fear isn't an emotion, its an impulse designed for survival . Though it is possible not to have it anyways so oh well.