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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1087447" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 001“Morituri: We Who Are About To Die”I am a Man.I am a Man of Spirit.I am a Guardian.I am a Guardian of the greatest evil.I am Morituri.I effortlessly and silently had entered the temple of The Tattooed Man.  This temple worshipped a being of great danger and menace to the entire multiverse.  Unknown to most of the world, I am sworn to ensure this evil never rises again.  It is the entire reason for my current existence.  I am Morituri in fact and name.The cult that gathers to worship their Darque Master has become very cunning in their affairs.  They set up bases of operations that are not easily attainable by me.  They have always chosen dark and strife filled worlds and areas before.  But now they use alternate realities also.  This is dangerous as much of the Darque Master’s power was secretly placed here within the outer alternate multiverses.  Could they know?  Are they searching for him and his artifacts?There are few guards within the temple.  I grow anxious, as this appears to be a ruse rather than a major temple of Darque.   If they have abandoned or left it…then why….I am near its center now.  I have reached its offering room and have found the answer.  An energy nexus is here.  It is unstable and will destroy the temple.  I turn and see the fullness of the trap.  A legion of cultist has come in behind me.  I am trapped and will surely die.  Again.I quickly call on the magic of my mentor.  Her power pulls me out of this reality even as the nexus becomes corrupt and explodes.  100’s of cultists have perished.  The temple will be destroyed.  Why?  Why sacrifice so much to try to remove myself?  They know I can jump realities easily.I reappear on my home plane.  The Collective.  It is outside of Time and Reality.  It is a melting pot of the realities in truth.  A good place to hide something in great need of being hidden.  It takes me two days to journey to my own temple.  Then I come to understand.The doors are broken.  The wards spent.  The sacrifice of the cultists and their temple was a tradeoff to enter my own.  It has cost them many followers but they seem endless.  I race swiftly through the halls finding remains where wards and mechanical traps functioned.  But they kept on.  They know!I race to the inner most chambers.  The chamber has three possessions within it.  A tattooed thigh bone, a heavily tattooed skin of an albino gaunt man and a gem.  All are missing!  How can this be?  These items are warded against any evil.  Even the gods would have difficulty entering these three rooms if evil tainted their blood.Then I sense him before I hear him.I turn.  There is a black uniformed man holding a mere child before him.  I realize my folly immediately.  They used an innocent child to enter the rooms.  The child would be misled or misguided to do their bidding.  An innocent child!A black leather gloved hand reaches up to the Monk.  Within it is a glass capsule filled with red dust.  “Welcome guardian.  Welcome to your second death.”  He drops the object, which shatters, on the stone floor.  The child immediately coughs and withers.  His skin becomes taunt and red.  Morituri can only look in fear.  He has breathed in the dust.  His will tries to stop the change but it is too powerful.“I am truly sorry.  I have failed the multiverse”</blockquote>

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