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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1318018" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI</p><p>SEGMENT 028</p><p>“Christina’s Curse”</p><p></p><p>The sun drops very low as the Defenders of the Multiverse sit around a fire. They are nervous and uneasy. In the past two hours they were attacked by barbarians (as suggested by Jim) and attempted to be captured by insectiod creatures. Both failed. However, one of the creatures recognized Christina Van Culterdoss. She acted as if she had known her most of her life. Christina broke down in sobbing tears and kneeled before the creature begging for mercy and the curse to end. Long painful moments went by. One of the creatures returned to the trap area and spoke quietly and softly to the other. Everyone, with very few words spoken, left together and came to a cave. Going through the cave, they found it emptied into a small basin with water and trees. A few dozen of these creatures were there and all stopped at the sight of the humans.</p><p>Christina, trailed by her cat, went to an area away from prying eyes and ears as the others sat and were offered food, water and a place around a small fire.</p><p></p><p>As expected, Jim is the first to speak. “What gives?”</p><p></p><p>The Captain gives a sharp and stern look at him. “It is not your business Lt. Addards. Let it go.”</p><p></p><p>Jim is about to give him a what for when Jean speaks up. “Her pain and emotions were real enough. She will tell us when she is ready. Please Jim, if you care for her, let her be until she is ready.”</p><p></p><p>Jim sucks in air quickly for a long and loud response when a heavy armored hand rests on his shoulder. He looks up at Vander and his face. Vander slowly shakes his head no. “Let it be Jim.”</p><p></p><p>In a huff, Jim sits back and crosses his arms. “Pheowy”</p><p></p><p>A scuffing sound has everyone turn. A large insectiod walks to them. In a broken clik-clak influenced voice it speaks to them.</p><p></p><p>“Welcome. I am Chat-tik. I am the spokesperson of my people when Sara is not available. Sara is with your…Christy. I have questions for you and I guess you of me. I give you first question.” He bows low with his arms out and to the sides.</p><p></p><p>Megamania sits up quickly but Vander’s strong arm pushes him back and holds him firmly. He nods to the Captain, their leader and current spokesperson.</p><p></p><p>“Thankyou for your kindness and hospitality,” looking at the deep chink and crack in Chat-tik’s armor, “I apologize for any injury we caused you and your people. I am Roger Stevens. I travel also with Captain Bennaton, Mattdew and Kallo. They are the survivors of his crew. The others are my teammates and friends. Vander Stormbringer, Jean and Lt Jim Addards. Christina Van Culterdoss is also with us. For my first question I ask you this- where are we?”</p><p></p><p>“The real question you want to ask but wish to be polite is ‘how’. To answer you, we are on the small island of Bellfore between the regions of Markovia and Dominia. The how….we are the Condemned. My birth name was William Van Dorn. I was once a fisherman in Markovia. I am uncertain of all the details, but there is a madman in our nation that has created a large monstrous creature. It killed and destroyed most of the village of Timberra. The few of us that survived took to our fishing boats and fled. On the waters we all became ill. In the course of the next two days we grew weaker and weaker. We took to the area saved for our daily catch and…. Rested. We awoke covered in thick white fibers in our current appearance. Our ship ran around here and with our hands now resembling pincers, we could not repair the ship or leave the island. We are condemned to this island of cannibals.”</p><p></p><p>“Cannibals?” asks Jim.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, the men native to this island eat anything they can, including their dead. We battle daily for the food and resources found on this island.”</p><p></p><p>It is a lot to take in but the group tries to accept it. After everything they have seen, heard and experienced in the past few months, anything is truly possible.</p><p></p><p>“Captain Bennaton…you had a ship? Did it have a sailor with a tattoo of a kraken on his back?”</p><p></p><p>The three survivors all answer the same- “Frooze!”</p><p></p><p>“In the morning, we saw them catch several men and three women of finer dress, a lady and her servants perhaps.”</p><p></p><p>“We must rescue them! The thought of cannibals….” Captain Bennaton lets it drop not needing to finish his sentence.</p><p></p><p>Christina and Sara join the group.</p><p></p><p>“Captains, Chat-tik, friends and crew. I need to introduce someone to you and tell you something about myself. Something dark.” Her face is sad and ashen. Jean and the Captain make a space for both of them to sit. Her black cat makes a point of hopping onto her lap and rub against her hand and face for support.</p><p></p><p>“As you know, I originated on the core plane of Ravenloft. As such, there can be many of me and many of you on your respected core planes of existence. What you may not know is what makes this plane different from others…horribly different. There are dark powers here that influence the world. These powers give strength to beings of a twisted and tortured soul. They also give limited power to those in pain and anger. This power is usually worked as a curse. Words of anger and pain take on a life of their own on the Ravenloft worlds.” She stops in stifle a tear and rubs the ears of her cat. She looks onto her shoulder and pats it as if something was there.</p><p></p><p>Jean moves closer and places her hand on Christina’s knee for support. The others, even Jim, are patient. It is obvious that whatever Christina has to say is painful and hard to speak of.</p><p></p><p>“During one of my battles, a Ghoul Lord cursed me. He cursed my then dying mother and me. He seemed to know more about me than he realized when he drew on the corrupt power of the world. I…I am cursed to always….always meet my mother and…” She can not say it. She wants to say that she will always meet her mother and she will die under strange conditions but can not. Afterall, her mother is alive and with her currently…even if she has be transformed into a large centipede. Before any can press the question, a shimmering form appears behind her. Sara Van Culterdoss. She breaks down into heaving sobs and Jean holds her.</p><p></p><p>The black cat hopes down and takes a few steps before sitting straight and proper. “I am Sara Van Culterdoss.” Jim literally falls off his log seat. </p><p></p><p>Vander quietly speaks up. “…and the Mace…Sara Culterdoss?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes”</p><p></p><p>“And I am Sara Culterdoss …of this..er..world also.” Clicks out the insectiod trying to comfort her daughter whom she thought she lost on that fateful night in Timberra.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1318018, member: 9255"] STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI SEGMENT 028 “Christina’s Curse” The sun drops very low as the Defenders of the Multiverse sit around a fire. They are nervous and uneasy. In the past two hours they were attacked by barbarians (as suggested by Jim) and attempted to be captured by insectiod creatures. Both failed. However, one of the creatures recognized Christina Van Culterdoss. She acted as if she had known her most of her life. Christina broke down in sobbing tears and kneeled before the creature begging for mercy and the curse to end. Long painful moments went by. One of the creatures returned to the trap area and spoke quietly and softly to the other. Everyone, with very few words spoken, left together and came to a cave. Going through the cave, they found it emptied into a small basin with water and trees. A few dozen of these creatures were there and all stopped at the sight of the humans. Christina, trailed by her cat, went to an area away from prying eyes and ears as the others sat and were offered food, water and a place around a small fire. As expected, Jim is the first to speak. “What gives?” The Captain gives a sharp and stern look at him. “It is not your business Lt. Addards. Let it go.” Jim is about to give him a what for when Jean speaks up. “Her pain and emotions were real enough. She will tell us when she is ready. Please Jim, if you care for her, let her be until she is ready.” Jim sucks in air quickly for a long and loud response when a heavy armored hand rests on his shoulder. He looks up at Vander and his face. Vander slowly shakes his head no. “Let it be Jim.” In a huff, Jim sits back and crosses his arms. “Pheowy” A scuffing sound has everyone turn. A large insectiod walks to them. In a broken clik-clak influenced voice it speaks to them. “Welcome. I am Chat-tik. I am the spokesperson of my people when Sara is not available. Sara is with your…Christy. I have questions for you and I guess you of me. I give you first question.” He bows low with his arms out and to the sides. Megamania sits up quickly but Vander’s strong arm pushes him back and holds him firmly. He nods to the Captain, their leader and current spokesperson. “Thankyou for your kindness and hospitality,” looking at the deep chink and crack in Chat-tik’s armor, “I apologize for any injury we caused you and your people. I am Roger Stevens. I travel also with Captain Bennaton, Mattdew and Kallo. They are the survivors of his crew. The others are my teammates and friends. Vander Stormbringer, Jean and Lt Jim Addards. Christina Van Culterdoss is also with us. For my first question I ask you this- where are we?” “The real question you want to ask but wish to be polite is ‘how’. To answer you, we are on the small island of Bellfore between the regions of Markovia and Dominia. The how….we are the Condemned. My birth name was William Van Dorn. I was once a fisherman in Markovia. I am uncertain of all the details, but there is a madman in our nation that has created a large monstrous creature. It killed and destroyed most of the village of Timberra. The few of us that survived took to our fishing boats and fled. On the waters we all became ill. In the course of the next two days we grew weaker and weaker. We took to the area saved for our daily catch and…. Rested. We awoke covered in thick white fibers in our current appearance. Our ship ran around here and with our hands now resembling pincers, we could not repair the ship or leave the island. We are condemned to this island of cannibals.” “Cannibals?” asks Jim. “Yes, the men native to this island eat anything they can, including their dead. We battle daily for the food and resources found on this island.” It is a lot to take in but the group tries to accept it. After everything they have seen, heard and experienced in the past few months, anything is truly possible. “Captain Bennaton…you had a ship? Did it have a sailor with a tattoo of a kraken on his back?” The three survivors all answer the same- “Frooze!” “In the morning, we saw them catch several men and three women of finer dress, a lady and her servants perhaps.” “We must rescue them! The thought of cannibals….” Captain Bennaton lets it drop not needing to finish his sentence. Christina and Sara join the group. “Captains, Chat-tik, friends and crew. I need to introduce someone to you and tell you something about myself. Something dark.” Her face is sad and ashen. Jean and the Captain make a space for both of them to sit. Her black cat makes a point of hopping onto her lap and rub against her hand and face for support. “As you know, I originated on the core plane of Ravenloft. As such, there can be many of me and many of you on your respected core planes of existence. What you may not know is what makes this plane different from others…horribly different. There are dark powers here that influence the world. These powers give strength to beings of a twisted and tortured soul. They also give limited power to those in pain and anger. This power is usually worked as a curse. Words of anger and pain take on a life of their own on the Ravenloft worlds.” She stops in stifle a tear and rubs the ears of her cat. She looks onto her shoulder and pats it as if something was there. Jean moves closer and places her hand on Christina’s knee for support. The others, even Jim, are patient. It is obvious that whatever Christina has to say is painful and hard to speak of. “During one of my battles, a Ghoul Lord cursed me. He cursed my then dying mother and me. He seemed to know more about me than he realized when he drew on the corrupt power of the world. I…I am cursed to always….always meet my mother and…” She can not say it. She wants to say that she will always meet her mother and she will die under strange conditions but can not. Afterall, her mother is alive and with her currently…even if she has be transformed into a large centipede. Before any can press the question, a shimmering form appears behind her. Sara Van Culterdoss. She breaks down into heaving sobs and Jean holds her. The black cat hopes down and takes a few steps before sitting straight and proper. “I am Sara Van Culterdoss.” Jim literally falls off his log seat. Vander quietly speaks up. “…and the Mace…Sara Culterdoss?” “Yes” “And I am Sara Culterdoss …of this..er..world also.” Clicks out the insectiod trying to comfort her daughter whom she thought she lost on that fateful night in Timberra. [/QUOTE]
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