Curly, and Zer's epic saga : The founding of Giantitp

[zeratul]

Curly, and Zer's epic saga : The founding of Giantitp


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1.No godmodding
2. pay attention to the storyline, try not to post yhings not having to do with the current storyline
3. If you wish to play PM me or CurlyKitGirl with your characters description.(your character is you, so try to bass it on your name, or avatar.)

And now the story.........

It is dark in the fortress, Zeratul is the only one in the dimly lit room. Havin heard oc Curly's rebellion he has fortified the castle with all necissarry supplies, yet he fears it is not enough.

The playground had lived in peace for years, until Zeratul and his followers seized controll. They now ruled it with an iron fist. Curly, and her bretheren however rebelled against Zertul, and the dark order, the group made of him and his most trusted warriors, and wizards. Curly and her ilk posed a serious threat. He had to formulate a plan, to stop the treacherry.

[ufo]

(Wouldn't this be in Structured Games or so, or Finding Players as a freeform game?)

[CurlyKitGirl]

As the burning sun rose over the horizon a lone figure staggered forth from the fortress. Curly collapsed on the cool sand and shuddered as she remembered in horror the events that took place in the fortress.
The evil creators sought to imprison all the GitPers but at the last moment their plan appeared to have failed because they had forgotten to pay their electricity bill
But Curly was still sure that some of her fellow GitPers were still in the fortress. There was nothing she could do. As she mourned the loss of GitP itself; for who knew who had been captured; a lone figure also fled the fortress. The figured slowly resolved itself until it became...

[Skippy]

Radikal Skippy, all worn out after surviving the horrors lived at the fortress, but still wielding his trusty Keyblade.
Drats, if only I had had another minute, I'm sure I could have opened that Gate... I must find a way to free all those poor GitPers over there still trapped, but I'm going to need help... It's time to go and see Curly. She's the only one who can help me...

[Nibleswick]

Nibleswick, trapped in the dark, dank, and dreary dungeon of Castle of Zeratul began to feel around, looking for a stone that he could pry loose (and for a light switch). Finaly he finds one, a place where the mortar is soft, he yells with glee, "Could some one turn the light on?"
For a moment the lights flicker on; Nibleswick peer through the hole that is now in the wall, and sees...

[zeratul]

Zeratul paces down the hall way anxiously, waiting for Lord Magtok his advisor to arrive."Damn, where is that man?" He has plans for these upstarts. Including brainwashing those in the dungeon.........

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok arrives, and quickly puts away some papers with plans for usurping Zeratul written on them in his pocket when he sees Zeratul. You have need of my assistance, m'lord?

[zeratul]

Zeratul walks over to Lord Magtok "Yes Magtok, yes I do." "As you know Curly, and her ilk have become a problem. I plan to use their own against them." "We should brainwash her captured men, and force them to fight the rebels." "Being so weak and emotional, I am sure they would be unable to fight their own bretheren." "What do you think." Zeratul sits down nonchalauntly.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok sits down, and puts his steel finger to his chin for a moment, thinking over the plan.

An excellent plan, m'lord, but wouldn't the captives be better off being interrogated for the whereabouts of the rebels first? And what if they were to be unbrain-washed?

The rebel scum may have seen something critical to your continued rule over the playground. Your proverbial Achille's heel, or some small thermal exhaust port that serves as the weakness to your metaphorical Death Star.

[zeratul]

Magtok sits down, and puts his steel finger to his chin for a moment, thinking over the plan.

An excellent plan, m'lord, but wouldn't the captives be better off being interrogated for the whereabouts of the rebels first? And what if they were to be unbrain-washed?

The rebel scum may have seen something critical to your continued rule over the playground. Your proverbial Achille's heel, or some small thermal exhaust port that serves as the weakness to your metaphorical Death Star.

"Ah yes, first we must interrogate them." Zeratul thinks for a moment,"But first we need to find an interrogator."

[Lord Magtok]

Do you have anyone in mind?

[zeratul]

"Hmm... I considered just having one of us interogatting them, but we will be far to busy. I think we need to find someone to hire."

[zeratul]

"A Soren "Shade" McKeragon has volounteered. He should be suitable for the job. "

[Korias]

Zeratul, Did I ever get Confirmation on Korias "FrostFox"?

Anyway...

A Craclking of electricity peirces the silence as a hooded figure approaches from down the corridor. He pulls back the hood to his cloak, revealing a mane of platinum Hair that extends past his shoulders. His hands are wreathed in electricity, and his eyes shine with malicious intent. His eyes are a dark brown, with heavy bags under them. A tatoo of a red jagged spiral on his right cheek slowly fades away as it crawls back under his shirt.

Evenin, Gents. Names Soren. Everybody else calls me "Shade", though. Never understood why.

Anyway, I hear ya got some rebels in the pits below. Mind if I go? a Heavy british accent flows over the words, as he pulls a small book out of his pocket. Its his copy of The Executioner's Code, a book detailing everything a Torturer and Executuioner needs to know. From Equipment to Methods, its got EVERYTHING. Handy in situations like this.

[Skippy]

RS arrives at the hidden camp that serves as Curly's base, and, exhausted after the long travel, faints. He gets to tell a ward the next words: "Gate", "Curly" and "Help".

But... Who was that ward that heard the words? Will he pass the message to Curly?

[Nibleswick]

Nibleswick, shocked at what he has just heard, quickle puts the stone back into the wall, and tries to hide the fact that has ever been removed. Sucsessful, he he sit in the dark and awaits his "interrogation".

[CurlyKitGirl]

Curly finally makes it back to her rebel camp; semi-delerious from water deprivation and heat. Nameless NPC (his mother had very little hope for her son-look at him now) runs forward with water. After a long drink she says Nameless report. How many have made it out? Are there are messages for me?
Nameless NPC motions for her to follow him. He takes her to...


Attention Rebels! Nameless NPC can be cotrolled by anyone. Don't fight over him or he will split in two and after some nasty mess and screaming he will die. As rebels we can only aford 2 NPCs at the moment. Nameless NPC and Nameless NPCathy. Brother and sister

[zeratul]

Zeratul plays with a small knife, and looks up. "It seems to me we may wan't to check for faults in our dungeon." "We can't have any of our prizoners escaping."

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok puts down a book titled Usurping and Backstabbing for Dummies.

I agree, m'lord. Do you wish for me to head down there now?

[zeratul]

*Yes, as soon as possible. Just out of curiosity what are you reaading?"

[Lord Magtok]

Umm...something about robots. I've been trying to find a cheap means of getting a evil army together, and robots seem like the most cost-effective choice. They don't sleep much, they don't eat, and their only real weaknesses are hackers and EMP weapons.

[Korias]

As Soren stashes his own book, he hands Magtok a note. Its a list of torture implements. On the list are the following:


2 Dispensable Guards (Not Robots)
15 Large Buckets of Ice Water (Sans Ice)
4 Large Chains with cuffs on both ends
2 Large Wooden Poles
1 Small Kiln
1 Small Rod of Metal
1 Duelists Glove
1 List of information on all prisoners.

Magtok, think ya can get me those? His british accent is a bit hard to understand, but auidable. Oh, and I be needin a Cleric that can heal too.

[zeratul]

Zeratul turns to Soren "We may need to use a captured clerik to help you on that. All our cleriks heal using "harm" wich wouldent heal an enemy." Zeratul strokes his chin. "I don't like the Idea of releasing an enemy spellcaster though."

[Korias]

Damn then. Just keep one nearby, but make sure hes guarded.

Soren then proceeds down the hallway and down the steps into the dungeons. He opens a bag of holding and produces a small coin, and rakes it along the dungeon wall.

[Lord Magtok]

Magok looks over the list, and heads to the Room Filled With Random Stuff That May Come In Handy Some Day, and gets the items on the list, except the guards, the list,a dn the cleric.

[zeratul]

Nameless captured cleric follows Soren "Sssir....ca-an I please...go...backtomycellnow??!!??!!" He speaks iradically , scared for his life

[Korias]

Soren glares at the Cleric. Such Weakness. No.

As he walks down the dungeon cells, he comes across an Occupied one. Opening the cell door and walking in (With the cleric), he looks at the man below him.
Cleric, do you know the name of this man.
The cleric shakes in his boots, before saying "N-n-nibb-bb-lesw-w-wwick, sir. he looks down and lets loose a sob.

So Nibbleswick... You got a wife? Girfriend? Kids? He circles around him, lighting up a cigarette as he does so. Do you remember the last time you saw them?

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok places a piece of tape over the "Usurping and Backstabbing" part of the title of his book, and writes "Robot Armies" on the piece of tape, changing the title to Robot Armies for Dummies.

He resumes reading the book, and a smile crosses his face when he hears the cleric sobbing.

[zeratul]

Zeratul enters the tortur chamber with a pleased look on his face. "Well Nibbleswick was it? What would you say, If I happened to know where your family was? What if they were in this cold, dark, evil dungeon?"

[Korias]

Silence!Zeratul, this is MY Victim.

He stops infront of Nibbleswick. Now, let me tell you something. We can do this the easy way, or, His hands crackle with black electricity The hard way. Which would you prefer, rebel?