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The Innistrad Chronicles: The Gathering

I totally forgot to get my CS finished and here.

I'll work on that.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Oh. It seemed like the Sun God annihilated all the vampires. Now I see that you were just getting the ones at either gate?

That is still much over half the forces. :3

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

I mean, it's just how I feel. I never actually said loyalty as one of Lathunis' things though. So you can take it.

It's up to you.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

I would prefer it if your sun-god wasn't the god of loyalty :3 because that's like Lathunis' only schtick

/runs into her corner/

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

I think a god of the stars and cosmos would be interesting (particularly because there is usually such a god in the pantheon yet we don't have one)

My opinion is of little importance though.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Do not be discouraged by FallenMuse's post!!!! It is a collab!!!

Judge Dredd - Beyond the Judges

“Mader Jella!” shouted a tall man, somewhere in his mid-20s. Jella looked up from the book she was reading in her reclining chair. She smacked her lips, slightly annoyed at the disturbance.

“What, Don?” she responded, her enunciation in stark contrast with the younger mans. The young man could tell her annoyance and bit his lip nervously; he didn’t have news she would exactly want to hear.

“Um…. Well… The Legion has been spotted a sector over. Three gangs have dropped off the face of Mega City One.” Don blinked nervously as Jella silently took in the news. Her tongue licked her teeth and Don couldn’t help but concentrate on the moving bulge it created. It didn’t seem like it would be a good thing. He gulped.

“Brother Don,” she stated, taking careful precaution with each syllable. “I do not think it is time yet to worry about a gang that has popped up overnight. There will be time enough when they move closer, but they would not dare pick on someone of our size yet. The sizes of the gangs they have annihilated are small, puny in comparison to our numbers. We are still too much of a…big fish for this shark.” She smiled tautly at Don and went back to her book, a silent dismissal of the man. While she read, she thought of the problem in more detail. In fact, she was more worried about this rising gang, the Legion, than she had portrayed but whatever she said to Don would get out to the entire Family, and whatever they said would eventually get back to the Legion.

The Family was a slight misdemeanor in the way of names, because none of the gang was actually blood related, but it is what they were. They started long ago as a trio of orphans, just her, Mastus, and Ordio, forced to stick together for survive or die at the hands of another gang. As the years passed, the three collected more and more numbers, seeing as a city as crime-filled as Mega City One was ripe with orphans for the picking. They claimed to be the most peaceful of the gangs, but in reality they were just as bloodthirsty and power hungry as the rest, if not more. Each member of the Family knew which gang had killed their parents, or Judge, and therefore the Family was literally enemies with everybody, which led to a good amount of bloodshed.

The original trio of course sat at the head of the gang. They were known to their youngers as Father Mastus, Mother Jella, and Father Ordio. Mastus was the oldest of the three, or at least the greyest, and held the most authority over the new recruits of the Family. Accordingly, he arranged the screening and bringing in of any new members. Mother Jella was the youngest, but also the smartest of the three and usually dealt with any interactions between other gangs or, in worse case scenarios, Judges. She had a way with words that could convince pretty much anyone to believe her. It was speculated that this was some kind of mutation, but no one was sure. Father Ordio was in charge of the actual fighting, seeing as he was the most adept at a gun (or he was once upon a time, a young recruit name Brutus was getting to his level pretty fast).

Jella smiled, this time in true amusement. Brutus was actually what she needed.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Lathunis glanced at Avanid on her shoulder nervously and then back at the tube inside her hand. The cap was the same smooth metal as the rest of the cylinder, but looking at it created a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She knew by Avanid’s reaction that the eyes inside of this tube would not create happy feelings for her – that could mean only one thing. Her father’s eyes were inside of this tube. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly removed the lid from the tube. Her eyes still closed, she empty the tubes contents into her hands. She felt the warm presence of the round eyes in her hand and slowly cracked her own. There, in her palm, lay her father’s eyes. They had the same glint that they had held while he was alive, she could see the man he was before his ending years of corruption. She had to stop herself from letting a tear escape her eye. Lathunis had to steel herself quickly for what came next.

A cold, silver knife appeared in her hand, shimmering in the light of Krona. The cold blue of Aroseus’ eyes almost matched the knife’s silver sheen. Her own eyes were so different, warm and gold. Changing her eyes felt like changing that which she was. But she had to do it, not for herself, but for Avanid, her mother, her father, and most of all those of the mortal realms that had no one loyal enough to stand up for them. With one quick movement, almost imperceptible, she cut her eyes from their sockets and let them float softly in the air in front of her. Aroseus’ eyes, held in her left hand, were quickly placed in her empty sockets. The feeling of the foreign eyes brought Lathunis to tears, the last few emotions of Aroseus’ life quickly rushing into her essence. She fell to her knees, gasping.

Judge Dredd - Beyond the Judges

Gonna just gonna gang. :3 (super WIP)

The Family

“Mader Jella!” shouted a tall man, somewhere in his mid-20s. Jella looked up from the book she was reading in her reclining chair. She smacked her lips, slightly annoyed at the disturbance.

“What, Don?” she responded, her enunciation in stark contrast with the younger mans. The young man could tell her annoyance and bit his lip nervously; he didn’t have news she would exactly want to hear.

“Um…. Well… The Legion has been spotted a sector over. Three gangs have dropped off the face of Mega City One.” Don blinked nervously as Jella silently took in the news. Her tongue licked her teeth and Don couldn’t help but concentrate on the moving bulge it created. It didn’t seem like it would be a good thing. He gulped.

“Brother Don,” she stated, taking careful precaution with each syllable. “I do not think it is time yet to worry about a gang that has popped up overnight. There will be time enough when they move closer, but they would not dare pick on someone of our size yet. The sizes of the gangs they have annihilated are small, puny in comparison to our numbers. We are still too much of a…big fish for this shark.” She smiled tautly at Don and went back to her book, a silent dismissal of the man. While she read, she thought of the problem in more detail. In fact, she was more worried about this rising gang, the Legion, than she had portrayed but whatever she said to Don would get out to the entire Family, and whatever they said would eventually get back to the Legion.

The Family was a slight misdemeanor in the way of names, because none of the gang was actually blood related, but it is what they were. They started long ago as a trio of orphans, just her, Mastus, and Ordio, forced to stick together for survive or die at the hands of another gang. As the years passed, the three collected more and more numbers, seeing as a city as crime-filled as Mega City One was ripe with orphans for the picking. They claimed to be the most peaceful of the gangs, but in reality they were just as bloodthirsty and power hungry as the rest, if not more. Each member of the Family knew which gang had killed their parents, or Judge, and therefore the Family was literally enemies with everybody, which led to a good amount of bloodshed.

The original trio of course sat at the head of the gang. They were known to their youngers as Father Mastus, Mother Jella, and Father Ordio. Mastus was the oldest of the three, or at least the greyest, and held the most authority over the new recruits of the Family. Accordingly, he arranged the screening and bringing in of any new members. Mother Jella was the youngest, but also the smartest of the three and usually dealt with any interactions between other gangs or, in worse case scenarios, Judges. She had a way with words that could convince pretty much anyone to believe her. It was speculated that this was some kind of mutation, but no one was sure. Father Ordio was in charge of the actual fighting, seeing as he was the most adept at a gun (or he was once upon a time, a young recruit name Brutus was getting to his level pretty fast).

Jella smiled, this time in true amusement. Brutus was actually what she needed.

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