Nevjuul, the Tracker

Darkest · #1 01-21-2003, 01:09 PM

The mudokon stopped, looking at the tracks on the forest floor. It consisted of three toe-marks, the foot of a Mudokon. He was on the right trail.

Nevjuul was not an ordinary Mudokon. He wore more than just a loincloth, but a full cloak of balck leather. His hand was upon a Tomahawk, a long and thin one, like a walking stick. There was no jewel in the middle of the tomahawk, but a round orb of polished onyx.

The mudokon's eyes were silver, not yellow like ordinary muds. Nevjuul also had upon his face a scar, a long thin silver tattoo upon his cheeck.

Judging from the tracks, it was a full two-day journey to the Mudokon, and that was if he didn't sleep. Journeying on, Nevjuul followed the footprints, snaking through the forest.

He would find his prey, he would find them...

Darkest · #2 01-22-2003, 12:55 PM

With only a tomahawk for walking stick, Nevjuul walked on through the forest. When he came to a river or spring, he drank and collected the water, and when he saw or heard an animal... such as a Rat or even a Paramite, he hunted it down for food. But he never seemed to hunger for it, he could walk for many days and not hunger.

The first odd set of tracks appeared when he had just passed a spring and came into a fertile grassland, with a large plateau blocking his way. As he searched the ground for footprints, he found only very small footprints, 1/5 the size of a normal Mudokon footprint.

"This is strange..." he said.

"Attack!" he heard a shout.

Walking to the sound of the noise, he realized that he heard the sound of battle. When he came to the battle ground, he could hardly believe his eyes. The shout he heard was clearly Mudokon, but these were Scrabs! There was fifteen of them in all, but eight were red and seven were black.

It was then he realized the source of the sound.

Upon each Scrab was attached a sort of 'wagon', a box-like shape made of wood that was fastened by straps around the Scrab's back. In each of these wagons were six or more tiny Mudokons, no bigger than Nevjuul's leg!

"Surrender to the Mountainbreakers!" the red team shouted, while the black team urged on with a different warcry.

"To the Forestdoom you will fall!"

"Our gods have given us the blessing of endurance!" the red Scrab-Riders yelled.

"Our goddess has given us the blessing of accuracy!" the black Scrab-Riders replied, and so they fought.

What was very silly though, was that after fifteen minutes, the Scrabs got very tired. They could not fight any longer.

"Break-Time!" both sides said in unison.

So all the Scrabs lied down, sleeping, including the small Mudokons. Both sides put their Scrabs to sleep. Some Scrabs of the different color were side by side, but they did not fight. Both armies decided that they would both benefit from this rest.

As Nevjuul walked out into the battlefield to investigate, thinking the small Mudokons were asleep, he heard a shout.

"A Giant! Our gods will praise us for its sacrifice!" the Reds yelled, pulling their Scrabs up.

"No! We'll have this Giant! Our Goddess will surely exalt us if we capture and bleed it!" the Blacks yelled back.

And so they fought again, this time, for Nevjuul. As the waves of Scrab Riders advanced upon him, Nevjuul realized only one thing could save him.

Darkest · #3 01-22-2003, 01:19 PM

Nevjuul's mind went deeper and deeper into the Oddearth as he fell into a relaxed state. He picked through the soil and found what he was looking for. It was a prehistoric beast, a reletive of the Scrabs. It was much larger, and had claws that would prove useful.

He whispered to the skeleton of the prehistoric Scrab.

"Awaken, spirit, awaken. Do my bidding. Awaken and be refreshed, I open to you the door of life."

Nevjuul snapped out of his trance, the Scrab Riders were advancing on him. He felt a spear go right through his hand. Another seared his leg.

But his magic was almost done.

A few steps to his left, the rumbling began. As the earth quaked underneath them, the Black Riders rode away from the chasm. From it, the bony claw of a giant Scrab arose.

It climbed up higher and higher, until it towered at an amazing fourteen feet. Then, Nevjuul watched as it let out a bloodthirsty roar, shattering the forests and the mountains in sound.

But, the Riders took this the opposite way.

"Our Goddess! The titanic Dydsarai has come to kill you, Mountainbreaker Beasts!"

"Nay, that is one of our Gods! The warrior god, Hereidydjuanzi! He has come to kill you!!!!"

Nevjuul did not care what they though, he tied his control around the skeletal beast and prepared to use it.

Darkest · #4 01-22-2003, 01:54 PM

Nevjuul thought for a moment. He did not want to kill innocents. Even though he was raised by burning shades, he did not resort to killing unless he was instructed to or for his own life.

He wanted to enslave them, to control them. But they were not the Dead, they were alive. How would he do this?

"I am the god Nejerain! The God of all Nine Realms of Doom! Bow down to me and cease fighting, or I will crush you beneath my foot!" the Scrab Skeleton roared.

Nevjuul was shocked and fell to his feet, he did not cause that creature to talk!

"Young Necromancer, your people still haven't ceased their unholy arts? Meddling with the dead... But I reward you! You have risen me to take control of Oddworld!" the beast roared.

The Scrab Riders bowed down, shaking in fear.

"Dydokons! Rally your Clans!" the beast roared.

"For tonight, we raid the Gul-Ama-Rachi's Forest!"

cooldude · #5 01-29-2003, 11:27 PM

"NO IM AFRAID NOT!!!" a loud cry rings through the forest. Nevjuul and the others look around for the source of the noise but find nothing. just then a dark figure steps out from behind a large oak tree and casts a spell."figure of darkness return to your grave,I open the doors of death to you, return to your grave!" as soon as the spell was complete the giant scrab shook for a moment then stood compleatly still.Then fell apart and the bones crumbled to dust."HAHAHA,you cannot harm a god! all i need to do is inhabit another body,muhahaha!"

"HE ATTACKED OUR GOD,SEIZE HIM!" said the Black scrab riders."uh oh......" Said the dark figure as he grabed Nevjuul and ran alond the winding path.As they ran Nevjuul notid the figures apperence. He wore a black cloke and held a long tomahawk with a glowing green orb of emrald. "tell me what is your name young necromacer?" asked the stranger as they ran along the path.

Darkest · #6 01-30-2003, 12:43 AM

Ok... here's some tips. Sorry for being mad at you cooldude.

1. That is way too powerful. You just banished the god, Nejerain! The God of all Nine Realms of Doom!

You are a mortal, not a great god. You could at most, hurt this god slightly.

2. You couldn't return a God to its grave, the God never had died. Nejerain just USED the body of a dead Giant Scrab to do his work.

Edit your post, we'll edit it till its right. You are WAY too powerful to banish a god.

FireFrog · #7 01-30-2003, 11:02 AM

Now I see why you think ppl will be over powerful!

Keep in mind though, Darkest that most of us try not to be over powerful.

FireFrog

Darkest · #8 01-30-2003, 12:02 PM

Funny how you say that when every day someone is over powerful. There are just a few guys ALL of you guys mess up on, because you have nothing to guide your story.

cooldude · #9 01-30-2003, 06:06 PM

hows that?