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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1447679" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI</p><p>SEGMENT 047</p><p>“The Power of Faith” </p><p></p><p>The world was red.</p><p></p><p>“Hold him down!” hollered Christina to the Jim and The Captain. Vander snarled like a wild beast as she tried to look at the bloody stub that was his right foot. The Jaws of Sorrow had bitten it off at mid-shin. It had quickly become infected with the digestive juices and the bloodied churned up waters filled with dead sailors and sahuagin.</p><p></p><p>“In your great wisdom and guidance…” began Christina while grasping her holy symbol….”May you grant me the ability to make this man whole and healthy.” She continued.</p><p></p><p>The world was red.</p><p></p><p>Narrrgh get off of me! Snarled Vander at his seen demons and tormentors. He saw not his friends. Instead he saw two mutated and heavily scarred orcs holding each of his arms. A succubus chanted and purred at his feet while a disfigured ½ orc named Ten Bites stood over him. She promised more torment once the succubus and the “fellas” were done with him. Unable to gain freedom, he finally succumbed to his inner self. His eyes went blank and emotionless.</p><p></p><p>“Goddess! He is going into shock!” exclaimed Jean leaning over him.</p><p></p><p>“Ugh! Damned freak is passing out from the pain! Don’t let go Cap!” strained Jim holding the still stiff arm in place.</p><p></p><p>The Captain never did since the deadly falchion was held within the very hand before him. </p><p></p><p>“Weave his fate-line oh great mistress of the realities. Nit and wield his body, mind and soul” continued Christina with great concentration. The bleeding had at last stopped and the swelling seemed to subside. </p><p></p><p>“How much longer?” demanded Jim in complete aspiration.</p><p></p><p>“Weave…Nit…. Make whole….”</p><p></p><p>The bone seemed to lose its sharp edge first. Then it began to grow. Pulsing energy washed over his body. It originated from her holy symbol of Infiniti, the Goddess of the Realities. Smaller beads of white spread from the completed two bones of his shin.</p><p></p><p>Jim threw up instantly.</p><p></p><p>Yellow fat tissues and reddish pink muscles began to grow next. Arteries spread out like a red pulsing web of life. These ended as capillaries at the toes. New lines of the web grew back up the leg as veins. These reconnected to the existing veins. The tissue built up further then skin began to stretch and mold. Jim had a dry heave but kept a weak hold on the stiff arm of Vander. Finally hair and nails grew back. The nails were in need of work but intact. Completely exhausted, Christina slumped down and finally passed out herself at his feet. Jean carefully rolled her limp body off of Vander and to the side being careful of the wet floor.</p><p></p><p>Looking at each other in both fear and preparation, The Captain and Megamania loosened their grip on Vander’s arms. They hung off the deck for about 10 seconds before falling to the wood floor. His falchion bouncing away from his grasp. Still with a blank look, Vander fingered for his lost extension of himself. The Captain carefully nudged the weapon to his hand. Once he grasped it he lay very still and quiet.</p><p></p><p>Jim went and washed up. Now he was convinced he had seen everything there was to ever see. Later, he would recall those false words.</p><p></p><p>Sushi, the first mate now captain of the Dragon’s Maw, began to call out orders to the few survivors he had left. He advised someone should take Christina and Vander below deck. The others were to work with the crew. The eye was nearly passed. The storm’s high winds would begin again along with its lightning.</p><p></p><p>It was Jim whom saw it first. It was always him whom saw things first. The storm seemed to be making way for something. Something coming at them. Though the storm parted for it, the darkness seemed more complete and thorough. Then he saw why.</p><p></p><p>“oh …sh**…. How the hell…how the f***ing hell…?!?!?”</p><p></p><p>Fearing the undead shark had returned, the Captain rushed to Jim’s side. Instead he saw the hulking beast known as… Brute Master. </p><p></p><p>They had faced this incredibly and unnaturally strong creature once before. It nearly killed the Captain and Vander with its bare hands. But that was on another world…another reality. What was it doing here? And now? WHY NOW?!?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1447679, member: 9255"] STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI SEGMENT 047 “The Power of Faith” The world was red. “Hold him down!” hollered Christina to the Jim and The Captain. Vander snarled like a wild beast as she tried to look at the bloody stub that was his right foot. The Jaws of Sorrow had bitten it off at mid-shin. It had quickly become infected with the digestive juices and the bloodied churned up waters filled with dead sailors and sahuagin. “In your great wisdom and guidance…” began Christina while grasping her holy symbol….”May you grant me the ability to make this man whole and healthy.” She continued. The world was red. Narrrgh get off of me! Snarled Vander at his seen demons and tormentors. He saw not his friends. Instead he saw two mutated and heavily scarred orcs holding each of his arms. A succubus chanted and purred at his feet while a disfigured ½ orc named Ten Bites stood over him. She promised more torment once the succubus and the “fellas” were done with him. Unable to gain freedom, he finally succumbed to his inner self. His eyes went blank and emotionless. “Goddess! He is going into shock!” exclaimed Jean leaning over him. “Ugh! Damned freak is passing out from the pain! Don’t let go Cap!” strained Jim holding the still stiff arm in place. The Captain never did since the deadly falchion was held within the very hand before him. “Weave his fate-line oh great mistress of the realities. Nit and wield his body, mind and soul” continued Christina with great concentration. The bleeding had at last stopped and the swelling seemed to subside. “How much longer?” demanded Jim in complete aspiration. “Weave…Nit…. Make whole….” The bone seemed to lose its sharp edge first. Then it began to grow. Pulsing energy washed over his body. It originated from her holy symbol of Infiniti, the Goddess of the Realities. Smaller beads of white spread from the completed two bones of his shin. Jim threw up instantly. Yellow fat tissues and reddish pink muscles began to grow next. Arteries spread out like a red pulsing web of life. These ended as capillaries at the toes. New lines of the web grew back up the leg as veins. These reconnected to the existing veins. The tissue built up further then skin began to stretch and mold. Jim had a dry heave but kept a weak hold on the stiff arm of Vander. Finally hair and nails grew back. The nails were in need of work but intact. Completely exhausted, Christina slumped down and finally passed out herself at his feet. Jean carefully rolled her limp body off of Vander and to the side being careful of the wet floor. Looking at each other in both fear and preparation, The Captain and Megamania loosened their grip on Vander’s arms. They hung off the deck for about 10 seconds before falling to the wood floor. His falchion bouncing away from his grasp. Still with a blank look, Vander fingered for his lost extension of himself. The Captain carefully nudged the weapon to his hand. Once he grasped it he lay very still and quiet. Jim went and washed up. Now he was convinced he had seen everything there was to ever see. Later, he would recall those false words. Sushi, the first mate now captain of the Dragon’s Maw, began to call out orders to the few survivors he had left. He advised someone should take Christina and Vander below deck. The others were to work with the crew. The eye was nearly passed. The storm’s high winds would begin again along with its lightning. It was Jim whom saw it first. It was always him whom saw things first. The storm seemed to be making way for something. Something coming at them. Though the storm parted for it, the darkness seemed more complete and thorough. Then he saw why. “oh …sh**…. How the hell…how the f***ing hell…?!?!?” Fearing the undead shark had returned, the Captain rushed to Jim’s side. Instead he saw the hulking beast known as… Brute Master. They had faced this incredibly and unnaturally strong creature once before. It nearly killed the Captain and Vander with its bare hands. But that was on another world…another reality. What was it doing here? And now? WHY NOW?!? [/QUOTE]
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