Uprising!

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Smiles like some predatorial beast*Fine by me! do what you can with your pretties, I will do what I can with mine.*Begins to run through the battle, slicing through everything around him. Poet finally stops, leaving a vast trail of corpses behind him. Smiles widely, starts singing as he slays*The beautiful people, the beautiful people......*Gets sudden anime flash, quickly reaches inside cloak and pulls out a second short sword, unsheathing it with a sweep of his hand. A cry is heard as the sheath smacks some fool in the skull.*Say hello to the Sharpie Sisters!*runs back into the fray, quartering a soldier with two simultaneous swipes* ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[Jadie Steffke]

Mr. Russell we are greatly appreciative of your help. Since Lord Steffke is over seeing the construction of walls around the castle. I need your help in finding out who these elders are. You are to report to no one but Lord Steffke or I but I would prefer you to report to me directly. Thank Mr. Russell and good luck to you.*goes to look up the status of the battle* Harvey's Elf-Cat Girl"May the hasha be with you"

[Stone Jackabar]

*stone lays waste to the golden horde with his staff and magic*NUTS TO THIS!!*bullets bounce of his stone skin and the swords of the enimy**begins to chant, and the blood begins to rise from the earth**a whisper begins to flow on the air*RETREAT FULL!!!*as stones men, and his allies obey his command (and THEY BETTER!!!!) the voice become a chant by millions of dead voices*BLOOD BOIL!!! BLOOD BOIL!!!!BLOOD BOIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*the blood touches the hoarde soldiers melting their flesh and driving their blood into a tenral wave causing agonizeing death to whoever in touches, a powerful evil magic with ston in the center. it cannot tell friend from foe........* YAY!!! we're doooomed!!!!!!

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Looks up at steadily growing sounds of voices, only to see a wave of blood a short distance away bearing down on the battle*Holy halibut!*Lets loose a high pitched shriek, summoning an enormous bird on which he leaps. While flying, he notices TonerMan running from the blood wave, along with the opposing forces. Swooping down, Poet catches TonerMan's arm, pulling him up behind him on the bird.*That's a lot of blood.*winces as blood sweeps over enemy troops*And that's a lot of corpses. Definitely Stone's work, but I didn't think I was so close to his position yet.*shrugs*Guess I lost track in battle. Oh well. Wonder where the worst fighting is, its exactly where I wanna be. ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[Paraxylsis]

*Paraxylsis rides on a large beast from a distant part of Micras when suddenly a bloody, dirty group of soldiers are seen wandering towards the Horde*"You there, captain! Go bring those men to me!""Sir!"*The group is brought over to the Lord-General*"What happened to you lot?" "M'lord, we are the survivors of the Battle of Golden Camp.""There are not more than twenty of you!"The speaking officer shook his head sadly and wiped blood from his forehead with the back of his hand. "We held out as long as we could. They had continual support from neighboring duchies and baronies. In the name of PRH! We were even attacked by birds!"*Paraxylsis nods and scratches his chin*"Go get cleaned up. You've done well. You brave five hundred fought long and hard enough to allow for the rest of the army to escape. We will be arriving at Courwell Ridge in thirty-six hours and at the capital in no less than sixty."*They are escorted away by a group of medics and healers*Meanwhile, the second column is still engaged in fighting with the forces loyal to the House of Steffke. However, the main body, now numbering about 9000 plus a number of magical beasts, advances northward.

[HICKTOP SAILOR]

"Have your warriors dig in right in front of the elevated projectile turrets, Commander Tah'Il," said HICKTOP gravely."As you wish," responded the man quietly, his icy blue eyes glancing over the terrain that spread before him. "When do you predict that the Horde will arrive?""Two days, if we're lucky.""That should give us enough time to finish fortifying everyting.""Agreed, my man. 'Owever, fortifications, mines, and weapons nests can only get us so far, ya know? We need more men. You brought 200 and I've managed to gather about 300 from the local towns and villages but they are all poorly armed and have no training...They're worse warriors than myself," he finished with a wink and a punch to the shoulder.Tah'Il did not flinch or smile. "Very well, I will get to my work."

[HICKTOP SAILOR]

*A courier runs up to HICKTOP SAILOR and hands him a holo-communique*"This just arrived from the Duke and Duchess," said the young boy with a stupid grin."Thankee," said HS, taking it into his hand. "Activiate."A miniature Lord Steffke, Duke of Goldshire, appeared above the plate and began speaking. "SAILOR, this is the official situations report. It has been created by merging all the information we have recieved from couriers, spies, diplomats, field commanders, and allied dukes and barons since this mess began. The Golden Horde was engaged by hundreds of loyal Shirerithian fighters early yesterday. A group of five hundred held off the surprise attack and allowed for the rest of the Horde, including Paraxylsis and most of his lieutenants to escape. An assortment of magical creatures and beasts including ogres and a dragon managed to follow the army and engaged an element of it numbering five hundred...It is believed that this element is the second column. That battle is over and our allies have triumphed. However, the rest of Paraxylsis' troops have escaped unharmed and are advancing steadily towards your position at Courwell Ridge. The should be there in about thirty hours. I have asked all those loyal to the House of Steffke to take an alternate route to the Ridge-- If they use the smaller backroads they can arrive there just before the Horde, or so I pray. The Horde has suffered approximately 1,000 casualties, but that means that they still have more than 9,000 warriors and I doubt that Paraxylsis will go down without expending each one. The Barony of Cimmeria and the Thanedom of Kitanus Fields have sided with us. A good number of troops have also arrived from the other Shire. However, Straylight has allied with Paraxylsis and they currently control the seas, or so we believe. The situation is dire! The palace has been foritified, but it is still vulnerable to any full-fledged attack. Courwell Ridge must be held at all costs! Stand firm, dear HICKTOP SAILOR. END COMMUNICATION."

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Suddenly, a commotion begins to rise among HICKTOP SAILOR's troops, all of them pointing into the sky where a large shadow sweeps in front of the sun. Swooping down, the shadow is revealed to be a giant bird. The bird does a low fly by as everyone falls to the ground for safety, two figures jumping off the bird and landing with a roll. Standing, the two are revealed to be Poet and TonerMan.*Poet: Did someone call for reenforcements? In addition to our services, I bring the assistance of the birds, essentially giving us control of the air. Direct us where you wish. ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[Kaiseress Aure I]

*storms into the Goldshire Palace, hair tied back in a pony-tail (which happens very VERY rarely), staff in hand**in a grumbling whisper* What in the name of Google is going on here?!*bows to Jadie* Dutchess, forgive my ignorance, I wasn't aware of the terrible happenings due to a forced leave *chuckles* I've been on. I assembled the finest men from the Royal Guard, they are now standing by the palace doors. Jadie, as of now and until the end of this laughable uprising, I stand by you not as Kaiseress of Shireroth, but as a warrior and a friend. May the hasha be with you
Never let sense conquer nonsense - Quixy, the God of Madness
I'm just a person trapped inside a woman's body. Elaine Boosler

[Paraxylsis]

"Fire," Paraxylsis said to the officer sitting next to him. The officer chanted a few words into his comm-unit and nodded at the Lord-General. "The orders have been sent to the Ops Center in Straylight."*Smirking, Paraxylsis sinks into his chair in the command center of the newly erected camp. Night has fallen...*"The Straylightians say that the arcana bombs have been launched. ETA to targets is three and a half minutes," said the officer."Use the way-mirror to track them," he ordered. A large whitish screen lit up at one end of the makeshift command center. On it the aracana bombs could be seen streaking across the dark night sky.*Paraxylsis begins to sing a song that he once learned from a man who claimed to come from a distant planet, one very much unlike Micras as he watches the bombs flow unhindered through the air, their exhaust leaving trails of red on the navy blue above.*"...this is what you get..." he continued singing."M'lord, contact in 15 seconds.""...this is what you get...""10 seconds.""...this is what you get when you mess with us...""Contact."The way-mirror lit up and flooded the room with a wave of bright white light. Everyone within the tent shieled their eyes. A moment later it receded, revealing a shattered city. "The Royal Palace and surrounding city have been struck, sir.""Beautiful."Two raging conflagarations began developing right before their eyes, one on each side of the city. The walls were full of gaping holes and a small section of the Royal Palace had crumbled to the seared earth.The officer paused, muttered something into his comm-unit and then told Paraxylsis, "Their shields were partially activated when the bombs struck.""A pity. Still, we have inflicted decent destruction on the capital and the Palace has been hit. With any luck, one o the Steffkes was killed by--"He stopped, for a courier had dashed in, panting heavily. "Sir," the boy said as he gasped for air. "I've just come from Communications! We've just recieved word from scouts that...that..."Paraxylsis raised an eyebrow. "What? Speak up, boy.""We've recieved word that half a thousand Imperial Guards arrived in Goldshire City just before the arcanas struck down."Paraxylsis sighed angrily. "I was hoping that Aure would not get involved--""She's there, too," the courier said quietly."What?!" cried Paraxylsis."The Kaiseress, sir...She came with the Guard unit."

[Stone Jackabar]

*somewhere on the bloody feild of the bolden horde base camp, stone lays drained on the gray bloody ground**slowly he gets up, his power largely drained by such a deadly and evil spell......**stone somehow finds the strength he needs to get his radio**presses the wide channel distress beacon*phillip.........get.....tempus......to cromwell.....ridge....*drops radio, and uses staff as a walking tool to get to cromwell ridge* YAY!!! we're doooomed!!!!!!

[Tempus the Living wargod]

*as the golden horde advances they hear the sound of drums and bagpipes**ahead of them, near cromwell rige lays a force of 5000 barbarians and orcs. no guns are with them, but their skin is magicly more durable (the skin is like leather armor, whoppity do eh?)**at the head of the barbarian horde is an old friend of stones, with a newly healed stone next to him, and phillip, who has picked up his sniper rifle and awaits further orders**tempus stands head above stone and the city elf. His shoulder are as wide as any orcs and his long hair flows like wing ofer dried plains. he is shirtless with coutless battle scars and tatoos on his otherwise unmarked and flawless body. His eyes are the color of a clody sky, and rested on his back is a sword that is the size of its massive weilder.*TO ARMS!!!!!! LET THEM FEAR THE HORDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Stone Jackabar]

*stone gives the order to fire to phillip, as the kildare and katius feild barbaians begin their assult**stone climbs into a large knight-shaped mech (50 feet tall....not excessive) that follows his movements and begins to try and take out the artileery. (this is an experimental model the power will not last for long. its made of plasti-metal and uses magi-tech. armiments are shoullder cannons and a large blade and sheild)* YAY!!! we're doooomed!!!!!!

[Gman Russell]

*He got thrown into the wall when he bombs hit, almost breaking his arm*ACK! NO ONE SAID THEY HAD MISSLES!*he growled and slipped out, most peope missing him as he left*

[Draco the Tainted]

*soars in with the full body armor of the Astra MK I*I didn't know if you guys wanted any help, it looks almost like you can handle this on your own.*looks down at Stone's Mech*Nice ride, d00d.Now let's kick some ass!wait... umm... which one's the bad guys?don't tell me we're fighting the dolphins again... Heil Loki!!!Heil H'Graa!!!

[Tempus the Living wargod]

*tempus salutes the new armored warriors*well met my brothers!!!*tempus unseeths the man-slayer and begins a rampage throught the army of the golden horde*

[Shyriath]

*Shyriath arrives, after another work-induced absence, to aid in the battle; girdled in high-carbon forged cheddar armor, he carries his helment under one arm and a shimmering golden sword in the other, its hilt emblazoned with the Cheese Wedge Enhaloed, the symbol of his faith, and his motto, "Caseus Supra Omnia": Cheese Above All.*Good Steffkes, I shall stand with you in battle! Let the Sword of Cheesism put to shame the usurpers!For Goldshire! For Shireroth! FOR CHEESE!!!

[Tempus the Living wargod]

.....cheese?

[Paraxylsis]

*explosions rock each side of the Horde as it continues to march onwards...Courwell Ridge is just out of sight*"Soldier! Take fifty men and enforce the flanks! We've bee under assault from all kinds of vermin, both magical ad not, for half a day now! The main force cannot be engaged under we reach the Ridge!"*fighting rages all along the flanks**Suddenly, things quiet. The attackers hastily withdraw over a small series of hills leaving the soldiers of the Horde with a distinct feeling of unease. As the main body, now only 8,000 strong, comes over the hills they are met with a stunning sight. The road that leads up and over Courwell Ridge is blocked by a long stretch of ramparts. Machine gun and auto-wand pits are nestled in little trenches in front and on the flanks of the formidable barrier.**Paraxylsis swallows hard and begins to cry out orders**The Golden Horde stretches out in a long battle line that runs along the entirety of the Ridge. It is six men deep. Gunners riding large beasts mass on the flanks.**On the opposite end of the field, around the fortification, thousands of men and women bearing the seal of the House of Steffke stand firmly, their eyes fixed on the army assembling half a mile away.**With the Horde in position, Straylight radioed for air support, and Paraxylsis consultations with his lieutenants done, the Lord-General mounts a mighty, six legged beast clad in plate armor and calls out for the charge to begin. With a mighty roar, 8,000 warriors begin rushing across the rolling plains in front of the Ridge, their screams coming together to form one sonic screech that fills the air.**Paraxylsis rides in the center, his High Guard surrounding and protecting him. He watches as the first ranks of his troops smash against the barrier and engage the enemy. He rides forward and begins slashing with his plasma-sword.**Within minutes the lines of battle have faded away, leaving only one giant, undulating mass that flows back and forth in front of a fortification from which flows a constant stream of hellfire. Arcana bombs rain down from the sky and streaks of magical death rip apart formations like they are but playthings.**Cimmerian, Brookshirian, Kildarian, Dwarven, Lothlarian, and Imperial battle cries crash with the foreign yells of the Golden Hordesmen. Chaos reigns as swords clash, plasma glows, shields smash, arms lock, automatics empty, wands illuminate, and projectiles of all manner hurl through the air and into unfortunate victims.**The Battle of Courwell Ridge begins...*

[Tempus the Living wargod]

*tempus clears a way and leads his barbarian horde to the middle of the battle, tempous himself stuck down by an emptied automatic gun (emptied into him that is)slowly tempus gets back up and begins to fight again**tempus fights his way toward paraxsis, swinging his mighty sword and clearing a path*

[Jadie Steffke]

*a messenger runs up to Lord and Lady Steffke*Mi'lord and Mi'lady...there is a battle about to begin at Courwell Ridge...and it is going to be a tough battle.*Lady Steffke doesn't look surprised*Well we have Tempus on our side so let us pray that he is what we need. Harvey's Elf-Cat Girl"May the hasha be with you"

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Poet starts flying through the opposing troops, cutting them down in the time it takes to open a letter. His eyes are practically glowing with rage.* I live there, you filthy scum! This will not go unpunished, Paraxylsis!*Gives a high pitched whistle, distracting his next 3 victims as well as summoning his flock*This means hardball! Say hello to the pigeon brigade!*The birds fly overhead, letting loose (you already know by now) on Paraxylsis and his High Guard. The group recoil in disgust, looking distastefully at their once brilliant uniforms.*And that's just an appetizer, ya droppings!*Makes a run back to the rear line, instructing those taking pot shots.*Anyone you don't recognize as a friend who looks arrogant as PRH and is hiding a beast, go ahead and fire at. If we get the leader or even a few of his officers, we may inflict enough chaos to break the chain of command.*The soldiers salute, watching as Poet runs back into the heat of battle, a huge flock flying in his wake.* ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[Draco the Tainted]

*swoops down upon the hordes**grabs a hoardsman swinging at the poet from behind**tosses him into the air**zooms straight up, nearing mach 2**slashes the foe with his talons and tosses him down at another group of the onrushers**realizes that straylight being radioed, they could be here any minute**suddenly a shadow is cast across the battlefield**draco looks up as a dozen more Astras swoop down from the sky around him**circling the scene, they keep watch for the incoming air forces, occasionally pausing to take out the a few simple targets**draco twitches in his armor**his eyes flicker red for an instant, then white hot with battle fury*Blood....*dives down among the horde* Heil Loki!!!
Heil H'Graa!!!

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Poet cuts down another soldier, turning quickly to catch another in the gut behind him. Pausing for a breather, Poet realizes just how much chaos is around him.*There's no way we're getting through at this rate.*Stumbles as an Astra gets through the defenses, striking the battlefield.*At least not with those things going off around us! Time to put an end to this!*Poet runs to the rear lines again, cutting down a foe prepared to kill an Imperial soldier in the process. Once away from the chaotic noise, Poet lets loose a loud squawk, followed by a series of high pitched tweets. Looking almost resigned, the birds fly in a cluster over the battlefield.*Be calm, my friends. I would not send you on a dangerous mission unprepared. *chanting* Kcatta gnimoc eht morf srehtorb degniw ym tcetorp, thgil dna doog fo sdog!*The flock flash briefly, turning a soft shade of gold.**To troops* Ignore the Astras! My flock will handle it best they can! ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[HICKTOP SAILOR]

*Fires a few shells into an incoming member of the Horde. Charges deeper into the fray, dual pistols blazing.*You there, Kitanian! Plug that hole over there! *Cries a few other commands**Suddenly, he is face to face to Paraxylsis**"Hello there, little follower of HICKTOP," says Paraxylsis with a smirk. "It's time to meet your maker. First you and then that whore Jadie and the rest of the Steffkes..."*

[Tempus the Living wargod]

*a large concussive force throws hciktop and everyone around him to the groun**tempus swings his sword and the force of the bloww sends shiockwaves leaving only he and paralxys standing*well fought friend hicktop......but this fiend is mine*slams his sword into the grounds making cracks apear all around in the earth itself**taunts para*you and i

[Solitary Poet 8]

*Having gotten up again, Poet notices a member of the High Guard unsheathing his sword. With a loud squawk, Poet sends a seagull to peck mercilessly on the unsuspecting guard.*(calling out for all to hear) You heard him, Twit! A one on one duel. I'm not even a B0O0/\/\ist, and I know not to mess with one of their war gods! (mumbles) Where do they find these guys? ~The Solitary Poet of Delvenus

[TonerMan]

OOC: The Dwarves Let by Tah'Il, speak with an accent, S's are Z's and W's are V's, Please be sure to note this in dialogue, it's kinda important in distinguishing them from Humans, which they HATE being confused to be. *Covered in blood and dirt, and laying crumpled behind some rock, Tonerman comes back to consciousness.**Sitting up against a rock he tries to recall the last thing he can remember. A bullet whole and burns on his arm quickly remind him. He was fighting from a position behind enemy lines when he was shot in the sholder by a very, briefly, lucky enemy soldior. The soldior now lay dead several feet away from him, one of Tonerman's knives burried in his throat. After having been shot he had killed the lad, proly only about 25 years of age, with a swift jab to the neck. Weakened from the gunshot, he hadn't been able to do much in the way of combat. He tried his PCD against, and found that the Cell had regained some energy. Useing the spare minutes he may have gotten back, he went to find cover so he could bind his wound, which he decided to start working on as he moved. He had found an outcrop of rock, the very outcrop he was at now, and had, apparently, finished the dressing when he heard a terrible sound. The sound of voices, but not human, not living. He looked out from his hiding place and saw a mass of what looked like blood flashing toward him. Instinctively he ducked back behind the outcrop, but not quite in time. As the raging torrent went past it caught his arm slightly and had burned his flesh.**now he was weak, barely able to move. Was he dying? He decided he was to busy to die.*"I'll die later, I have things to do..."*He forced himself to stand, and almost fell down. He made another attempt to bring himself completely erect. He fell. He was to weak. As he fell he hit his head against the remains of a fallen tree that had been uprooted by the flood of blood.**As his head struck he could feel the flesh upon his scull being torn open. He felt the warm tingle of blood flow force from the wound as he finally hit the ground with a thud.**Was this his end? Stubborness, and persistance get get you only so far when death was near. Was he to meet the gods he so long worshiped?**The sounds of the world around him began to fade, as did his vission on the world. He was dying. Blood flowed over his left eye. "Head trama", he thought, "I'll be unconscious soon, must stay awake. Maybe I can make it."**He tried to outstretch his hand to the remains of his med kit. Maybe he could help himself. for he did not feel anyone else would.**Finding quickly his hand were now no more than lumps of motionless flesh, he realized this was his dead. Calmly he accepted it. "Today was an OK to die.." he thought.**He thought for a moment he heard something, but figured it was his mind trying to hear sounds that where now faded away, along with most of his vision. He was blind in his left eye, simply a darkred. Red from blood. Dark from the loss of vission. He was losing feeling now. He was beyond numb, beyond that funny tingle you get when you lose feeling in your foot from sitting on it to long. He was numb. His right eye was failing now too... Along with his left. But without the blood it had retained it's use longer.**He closed his left eye. No use bothing with it. He used his energy to try and maintain vission with his right. He felt like a robot in that regard. "Reruet power..heh, Silly me..." He thought. He sighs. As his right eye and his vission completely give out, he thinks he sees shapes moving in the blackness. Nope, just my mind.**He sighs again... For the last time.* Holy Warrior of Nee

[Tempus the Living wargod]

*tempus see's the soul leaving the body of tonerman**shouts*TO THE GODS MY FRIEND!!*swings his sword harder and releases another concussive blast, knocking down both friend and foe*

[TonerMan]

OOC *"words"* is words spoken inside one'e head, just so you know. Unless indicated otherwise, the speaker is Tonerman, since only he can ussually speak in his internal monologue..hehe*beep**hummmmmmmm**buzzz**silence**beep**beep**"Sound!"**"Heaven beeps?"**murmurs**beep**murmurs**beep, humm beep**"Heaven apparently murmurs too."**"Maybe it has light too, I could always open my eyes and find out..."**Beep, beep beep...**"Wait, open my eyes...."**hummmmmmmmmmm, BEEP**"Opening eyes would require that I.... have eyes..."**Voice: "Yes, it would lad. It would indeed, maybe you should open them"**"Wait, I'm dead.."**Voice: "Oh? Are you now? I thought we did better than that."**You're confusing me. Stop it! I'm dead, I died. I felt it!**Voice: *Yes... You died. Your body lay bleeding and broken upon that battlefield"**"See, I'm dead! Ha, I win!"*Man: "I swear we drove him insane Jim"Jim: "Yes, Perhaps. But we didn't drive him nuts this time."Man: "Well, till now we've never let him know."*"know what?"Man: "Should we..."Jim: "Yes, obviously, why else would we have let him get this far without wiping his memory"*"My...wait....What in blazes"**Tonerman forced his eyes open. He had eyes. He looked up at the two men standing above him**beep**A machine nearby continued its random outbursts of sound*Man: "Well, He finally opened his eyes."Jim: "I guess I owe you lunch don't I?"Man: "Aye. Though I am amazed. Ussually it takes him more time to get them open."Jim: "Well, We did give him a stimulant this time."Man: "True. Hmm. Forget the lunch. It wasn't a fair wager. We don't ussually give him stimulants to hurry him up."Jim: "No, It's ok. I took that into account earlier."*The two men look at Tonerman as they speak.*Tonerman: "Ok.. What the fuck!"Man: "To much stimulant I think, He's not ussually this aggressive.."Jim: "Well, you ussually have more time to talk to him before he opens his eyes."Man: "True. But next time. You talk to his mind. It gives me a headache talk to his mind."Jim: "Why?"Man: "I don't know, maybe it's seeing his death through his eyes. They tend to be more violent than most others."Jim: "Even Letifer's?"Man: "Well, ok, Fine... He was a violent death to. Much emotion."Jim: "Yeah. Pity about him."Man: "Well, like most of his class he didn't really want what we offered him."Jim: "Can you really blaim them? To die once is bad enough. And most of them are in position were we couldn't put them back in the lives they once had, the publicly being known as dead and all."Man: "Back to work."Tonerman: "I'm... confused. Who are you? What are you. What have you done. What....?"Man: "We.. are Technomaejzi. He's Jim. *Jim's nods* And I'm Cernd.Tonerman: "What have you done... What... happened to me? What .. Am I?"Cernd: "In reverse... You are Human. You died. We made you live."Tonerman: "What?! How? Huh....?"Cernd: *laughs* "Well.. You died.. and we didn't get to you in time. but we got your mind. See. You are now in the...err.. Jim? 8th?"Jim:" 8th. Yes."Cernd: "You are the 8th incarnation of.. welll.... you. Your body has died 7 times before. And we have brought you back each time. Though this is the first time we let you know about it. You are to valueable to us to let you die... Perminently."Tonerman: "I'm still confused.. But I think I understand.. somehow.."Jim: "Yes, We've told you before. The memory is in there. We simply blocked it. Had to."Tonerman: "Why?"Cernd: "You asked us too...."Tonerman: "I see. But.. why tell me at all? Wouldn't I be happier not knowing?"Jim: "That's why you asked us to wipe it. But we have to tell you, else the mind rebells. The whole.. being dead.. but I'm alive thing."Tonerman: "So, are you going to wipe my mind again?"Jim: "Do you want us to?"Tonerman: "I don't know.... I don't think so. Not this time. I just have this feeling I want to know this time."Cernd: "Than, you shall know."Tonerman: "Cool, now what."Jim: "Now, despite the fact you'll proly get yourself killed, again.. We put you back."Cernd: "But first we need to put you back to sleep. Your body is not quite ready yet. We still need to wait for it to finish maturing. Clones, even excellerated ones, need time to finish you know."Tonerman: "One thing first! When was I born? How old would I be if I had not died ... ever?"*Jim looks at Cernd*Jim: "Well, You'de be old than either of us. We've never been reborn..."Tonerman: "How old damn it?!"Cernd: *sighs* "You are over 1000 years old. That's all I know. They haven't told me anything else. But I'll ask the masters when/if I see them before you leave again."Tonerman: *shocked* "Wha....." Jim: *Injects Tonerman with something* "Goodnight Mr. Verde...."*black* Holy Warrior of Nee