You survived.
That is good.
Something within you is holding you together. You should cling to that, it will help you in your coming… journey.
I am War.
Not your Ares, Mars, Satan, or even Ragnarok.
I am War, and only War, and I come here to offer you a gift.
If you deny this gift, you will die. If you accept it, you may just live. You could live to hold power, to reign above those around you. You could achieve all that you wish, as long as you take this gift and do as I ask.
This task is a simple one. Fight. I care not for the cause you choose, or what aims you hold, so long as this battle wages on. That is all I ask of you. That is all I will ever ask of you. Your opponents may be arranged, you may find yourself in a fight among those you once knew. These are simply matters of coincidence and poor arrangements, they hold no weight to me. So go now, I won’t bother you any longer. When the time comes, you will be made aware.
Show me what you’ve got.
"Yes, hello? Can you hear me? Good. I’m glad you got this message, because it’s the only one I’ll be able to send for quite some time. Listen well.
As I record this, it is currently October 31st, 2010. If you’ve found this message, then you’re probably somewhere in Jericho City. I don’t know what all might change after this, but chances are it’s still happening.
It doesn’t look like it, but you’re in a warzone. There are people hidden in plain sight who may try to hurt you; they are incredibly dangerous. They are difficult to spot at first glance, but they all carry the same silver sword. If you spot someone near or in possession of one of these swords, run, and contact local authorities.
There is someone pulling the strings here. They all claim to be acting under someone’s control, everyone’s saying “War is forcing me! I don’t have a choice!” as if War is somehow a person. I won’t act like I understand it now, I only hope that you understand it more than I do. What matters is the safety of the city. For whatever reason, local officials refuse to evacuate. The incidents are too inconsistent for them to think anything of it. They think of these people as criminals, but they’re much more than that. There’s something going on here, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.
My name is Herald Godrick, and if you find this message, get the hell out of this city, for your own good.”
Years have passed. Seven, to be exact, since the war began in Jericho City. Warriors brandishing simple silver swords transform into one-man weapons of mass destruction. These silver swords are what give them their power, each one branded to a specific individual, useless to anyone else. To a regular person, touching the sword causes an instantaneous and typically excruciating death. The Warriors claim to be held together by what they call a Saving Grace, something that protects them from the violent power of the swords. No one quite knows what they’re talking about, but it doesn’t quite matter. Anyone who spots one has permission to shoot on sight.
There is a task force dedicated to hunting these Warriors down, led by police chief Herald Godrick. They are an elite group, mostly ex-special operatives and CIA. They don’t use guns, for whatever reason, regular bullets can’t hit them. That said, evidence of their conflicts have shown that they can be killed, and the task force has succeeded in downing a few. The only problem is, for every one that gets taken down, someone else in the city is given a silver sword. The culprit, a self-proclaimed god known as War, is as elusive as he is dangerous. Not even those who claim to follow his orders have seen him in person.
The CWI has also collected reports of another supernatural force running amuck in the city. They’ve been seen only a select few times, bearing abilities and armaments just like Warriors but without the more noteworthy silver blades. Rumors suggest that Death itself is intervening in the chaos, but those rumors have continued to remain rumors.
Now, this tale recounts the lives of these Warriors, in their efforts to survive, or perhaps to kill, or perhaps to die.
This is War Never Won, an rp about our characters (Warriors) chosen by the “deity” War to fight for his amusement. If you have any questions about the story and/or how the plot will be handled, please ask those questions down below. I look forward to seeing what you all think.
-TheLoneRook
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