The First Guardian

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Despite it's lack of, well, anything, there lives a creature in the Furthest Ring. This creature, which so happens to reside in the furthest corner of the Furthest Ring, shunning the horribly delightful company of the Horrorterrors, is the worst thing that could have ever happened. It's very existence is more incomprehensible than the Horrorterrors. It's this creature which is more bloodthirsty than the cherubs, more warlike than the trolls, more destructive and dangerous than the invincible that's ALWAYS THERE, that if his eyes open for even one SECOND, that everything that WAS and WILL exist will be not destroyed, but EATEN.
The worst part is......
IT IS AWAKE.
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=>Start
A young man stands alone in his bedroom. It just so happens that this very day, the 14th of December, or as the trolls like to call it, the 12th bilunar perigee of the sixth dark season, is the worst day of your life. Because it just so happens, that this very day is the second year, or first sweep, anniversary of the day you lost your eyesight. You are deep in the grips of depression as you contemplate life. You were an aspiring author, already having three published works. You planned on writing more, but despite the fact that you can still write, due to the condition "blindsight" that you have, you feel as if your work is no longer as good as it used to be.
But cheer up! Today, your life will change forever! In fact, kick your sorry good for nothing life good bye! Today everything changes!

A young man stands alone in his room. It just so happens that today, the 14th of December, is the day everything changes. You have a feeling that it's going to be a long day.

=> Enter Name
Your name is Jace Harlan, and you are blind. It happened in an accident while your military Captain Sis was on duty. She didn't find out until later. She's still gone, fighting the monstrous trolls that threatened your beautiful human life on the East side of Alternia. The Empire wanted control of your lands; of course, you and your race come with that land. And of course, your race will fight back.

You walk around your room, tapping your cane so you don't run into anything, though you don't need too. You have a special "condition" called blindsight, which allowed you to adapt to your surroundings, as while your brain can't see, your eyes can. Finding nothing better to do on the dark and gloomy "day", you go to your computer, quickly logging on to PesterChum.

[BA] blindAuthor is online

You don't even know why you have this stupid thing! You don't have any friends anymore; when they turned seventeen they joined the Army and got themselves killed. And the only people that bother you are stupid trolls! Not actual trolls--internet trolls. No matter how many times you block them, they keep coming back. You exhale in boredom and lean back in your chair.

Today was gonna be a long day.

continue ==>

half way across Alternia and 10 km under the sea level stands a structure right on the edge of troll territory. supposedly abandon years ago, only one troll has remained to live in this lone structure. apparently there where more like these holding the crevasse it resides in but over time they must have fell into disrepair. a young troll lays under a circuit broad trying to fix it to get a better signal.
due to rapid swells and currents bandwidth has a hard time reaching the station.
with a final spark and fizzle the console lights up.
the troll slides awkwardly out of the compartment only to discover he got his horn trapped in some cords. "DARN-IT, not again." through some careful movement the horn is released and the troll continues to slide out. he gets up and closes the hatch behind him.

==> Enter Name

your name is Veekus Razoro. you have overly big horn and is a tad bit too tall for your age. your lusus brought you here after you completed your trials and were old enough to help keep the station in order. well not your lusus precisely. more like it lackeys since it is kinda too big and needs to keep hidden for one reason or another. now that you have fixed most of the receivers you can go online and get up to date on what has been going on. you log onto you husk-top and look at what has been going on. Well well, something must of happened since now your also getting private human news reports too. you take this opportunity to gather as much information on humans as to collect a detailed database on them if this opportunity disappear. after a while of collecting information you start to feel like you have enough adequate data and  decided to check on Trollian to see whats happening.

[DB] devilishBladesmen is online

you surf around to see if anyone is on but they don't seem to be. so you start to look for new friends to make.

==> Be someone else

You try to be somone else, and at first you don't think it worked, sinc eyou found yourself in an empty room. However, you see you indeed did become someone else, when a small head pokes from under her table.

==> Be the hiding girl

You are Oroelo Yunare, and you're currently hiding from what you think may be an intruder to your hive. You stay hidden under your desk for what seems like hours, then you check the time to figure out it's been days. Wow, time sure flies when you are cowering.

After about an hour of pep talk, you manage to leave the safety of under your desk just long enough to grab you husk top, before a pencil dropping sends you scurrying back under with the device.

Taking a deep breath, you hop on, deciding to find something to entertain yourself while you waited for the obvious intruder to leave, despite knowing it was likely a pencil you knocked over.

TimidTraveller [TT] Is now online.

You " eeep" a bit with that, and then just shrink a bit, hoping no one online see you online. You go back to your art, deciding to pump the recent anxiety and fear into a new piece, and maybe draw in how you imagine the intruder looking so they can feel your fear with you.

=>Jace: Respond to the juggalo

You frown in confusion. What in the hell is a juggalo?

=>Jace: Respond to PA

Oh? You go to check your computer and "see" that someone sent you a message. You aren't sure why, but the color of the text seemed to be purple. This was delightful! After all, purple was your favorite color.

BA: I am legitimately blind, yes. And I am in fact an author.
BA: I have published three works of literature. And I plan on doing a fourth.
BA: And by your words, it is a crazy freaking miracle.

You liked how he talked; he reminded you of an old friend. You've never seen this troll, but you do not have the urge to block him.

Your house shakes for a few seconds before settling.

=>Jace: Look out the window

You do just that, seeing a few cracks on the ground. Earthquakes were common where you were, but they never happened this late in the day. It only happened when the sun rose! You back away, an ominous feeling going through you.

=>Jace: Captchalouge Cane

You do better than that. You add it to your strife specibus. No way that awesome weapon was going into your measly Book Modus.

=> Jace: Return to the computer

You slide back into your chair, hoping from a message from the new guy or your morail. Like most humans, you adopted the troll romance quadrants. Most humans were eager to. You lean back in your chair, waiting patiently for another message.

After a while you come across one of your surface troll friend.

devilishBladesmen [DB] began trolling perniciousAbsurdity [PA] and blindAuthor [BA]
[DB] comrade, i haven't seen you in ages PA. vhat have you been up to?
[DB] i just vixed up my receiver and it's vorking better ven ever.

==> go back to the other troll
you read Horkus' response and you see his predicament.

Horkus Chat Log::

you try to give your best advise since you know how it feels to be caught in a uncomfortable position.

=>Jace: Respond to PA

You smile at PA's response. No one has ever actually talked to you casually in so long. And the fact that he admired Shakespeare almost brought tears to your eyes. You have read the works of both human and Troll Shakespeare, and admire their work greatly. You quickly type a response to this potentially new friend.

BA: I have, in fact, read his work.
BA: He is one of my all time favorite authors; in fact, he might be number one on that list!

You are about to step away from your computer until you notice your morail's online status.

=>

blindAuthor [BA] began pestering timidTraveller [TT]
BA: How's my favorite mouse?
BA: I hope you aren't under the table right now.

==> Now to rel-WHATWASTHATIT'SANINVADER!!!!!!

You let out a panicked squeek, sprinting from under your desk to a little hidey hole you made under you recooperacoon for just such an occasion. After spending a minute to calm yourself, and petting your Squeekbeast lusus who was also hiding underneath with you, you looked at your husk top. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing it was just your Moirirail, trying to talk to you.

[TT] and [BA] Chat log:

You calm you heart rate a bit, and wait for a response, feeling better already with talking to your moirail.

=>

BA: Of course you are.
BA: But that's what makes you so adorable.
BA: On another note, I told you before.
BA: Not everything is an intruder. Unless pencils suddenly became sentient.

You chuckle. She always hid under something. You yourself have never met someone so paranoid. Awaiting a response from the people who speak to you, you check out your email, wanting to empty it of spam.

Until something caught your unseeing eyes.

A folder with green stenciled letters. It clearly spelled out SGRUB. What in the nine hells was that?

You begin shaking, but you don't know why. What was with this ominous air. You don't even know where the folder came from; the sender ID was hidden. You swallow loudly, and move your mouse to click on the link....

==> wait for horkos' response

you sit there diligently as you wait for the eagerly good news
and then you see the response

Chat Logs:

you fall onto your keyboard as the sudden force pushes you forward.
"Vhat in Gog's name vas vat?"
that was way too strong to be any current you've encountered before.
you jump up to go see out your port-side window only to discover a newly acquainted minefield has took up the space around your hive.
"Vhere did you Vuckers come vrom?"
you look closely to see the human insignia labeled on them.
"oh crap."
you run to your airlock to exit out and get a better view.

==>

At first, you were confused about what your friend was talking about, when you saw the pile of pencil's that had formed next to your desk. You plush a bit then sheepishly type your response.

[TT] and [BA] Chat log:

Jace: Freak out

You refuse to do so. Though you did jump, brought out of your trance by the combined efforts of two different messages. You ignore the file for now and address your moirail.

BA: Oh nothing important.
BA: Though someone new contacted me. Other than that, I've been doing the usual.

Jace: Respond to PA

You weren't aware that he had responded. You do so for him as well.

BA: Thanks?
BA: Is it not possible to be interesting without being hilarious?
BA: I thought it was....

==> Be the space dude

You are now the space dude. You looking quite SERIOUS right now, looking at the various SCORCHED items around the room. You're lucky you didn't hit your PILE OF COALS. That would have been a SPECTACULAR FAILURE, but luckily even when you were not you, you had enough spacial awareness to be conscious of not wanting to burn your hive down. Unfortunately for almost anything else, when you were not you, you simply didn't give a fuck.

In fact you stomp out a flame that was licking at your feet just now. How bothersome.

==> Enter na- NOPE

A blazing hot spray of flames bombards whatever slanderous drivel you try to put in for a name before you even get a chance to press a button. It would seem that Space Dude took a hike to the farm on the left, leaving nothing behind but pure UNADULTERATED RAGE.

The snarl on his face makes him seem serious, sinister, and threatening all in one... and he succeeds! The way he stares at you its... unsettling. With another blast of pure heat, a red hot name plaque can be seen hung up on the wall. Unfortunately for poor "Hes--- -ass--", the plaque got knocked to the floor, bumping several coals onto its surface, blocking out several letters.

In a literally mad dash you youth roll to the location of the plaque and throw into the adjacent wall, making cracks in a gory mural you made of what you imagine your own death would be like. At least it was away from the coals now. That could have been disastrous.

==> Sit in coal pile

What are you kidding? And risk killing yourself in this mood? Oh no, besides, you don't even know your name. Well of course "you" do, but not you. Oh forget it and get that plaque already.

You remove the steaming hot plate out the wall and drop it to the floor in the sheer stupidity of the act. You almost lash out again except you're too sad about your mural. Guess you have to start it over again. Gog Damnit.

Solemnly you look down at your name, finally cooling down from its superheated state to reveal FINALLY that your name is Hestus Vasste.

==> Sit

You sit down and resume being you. Again you digress, not you you, but him you... which is to say me you. You know what? Fuck that shit. I'm you now so you can politely can it!

YOU sit down by the mural and make a face of disgust. Damn you hated that thing, but you shan't dare ask him to take it down. It seemed to be his only other outlet that wasn't constantly trashing your room, or being a violent ass in general.

==> Okay stop beating around the bush! Who is you?!

Fine. Be impatient, see where that'll lead you.

You're not really sure who you were talking to but you decide to dismiss it, since you can't even remember anything from his lash outs. You were just standing in your room a few moments ago before you ended up staring at this broken gorey mural, with a burned hand, and a plaque with your name on it.

As was said before, your name is HESTUS VASSTE. There a number of random things around his room, ranging from SOPHISTICATED SCIENCE DOODADS to ordinary FISHING HOOKS. In between all that are VARIOUS COMPUTERS AND COMPUTER ACCESSORIES. Among them are a number of Video games, which are just awesome, but you're never really any good at them. You start to do pretty well, but then when you mess up once you flip your shit and go on a virtual shitty rampage for the next 12 hours before you drop from angry exhaustion.

Your head is so fucked up.

What will you do?

==>Hestus: Throw up

Surprisingly you comply and unleash a sickening noise as you empty your stomach on the floor, with bits and pieces of it on fire. Gross.

Well, you better clean that up or something....

You'd get to that later.

==> Find friends

Nah, you'd rather them find you. You power up your computer and open up Trollian.


You slouch on your hand and wipe bile from your mouth, and stare vacantly at the screen hoping for something interesting to happen.

==> Veekus: exit hive

you finally get out of your hive to only be put in place by the site of human navy submersibles. thousands and thousands as far as the eye can see are entering troll territory as they leave a large minefield behind them. you try to quickly get back in side but some navel soldiers in their rubber/metal clad suits see you and come to try and apprehend you.

==> Veekus: strife!!!

lucky you always have your metal gauntlet kind on you at all times but sadly you left you blade by your bed-side table when you decided to fix your receiver today. after the first one gets to you five more appear. they must of seen me as a threat. you may be able to take down half of them but you're unsure about the rest. with out your blade your at a disadvantage. they start to pull out their harpoon guns and fire at your direction. you grab one the flies by you and tug the human towards you so he can feel what it's like to have a metal knuckle sandwich.

==> Veekus: give human metal knuckle sandwich

with a powerful punch you send the human flying and failing as he chokes for air due to his helmet being crushed. but while you were busy with him one of the other humans was able to fire a harpoon into your leg. you quickly break the connection of the harpoon to the gun so you weren't pulled of balance. you swim to another one near by and pulled his air pipe from the tank sending him downwards fast into one of the mines setting off an explosion. the force sends you into another human crushing him into the cliff side. dazed from the explosion, the last remaining humans were able to grab onto you and hold you to the cliff. even with your strength you can't seem to be able to push them off you. one of the humans pulls a collar out and tries to put it on your neck. gog you hate collars and everything they represent. you close your eyes at the enviable as they put the color on you ... but they don't. you open your eyes to see a red mist and a hand with a collar in it just floating aimlessly. the last humans try to swim off but are picked off by two sharks. your lusus must have sent them and you're glad that it did come to your aid just in time but after they were done eating you told them to go back in cover because of the dangers of the mine filed that looms around them.
you swim back to the airlock and entered back into your hive.

Jace: Stop wasting time and open the folder!

But this guy just called you awesome.

BA: Thank you. I absolutely agree with you.
BA: Are you an author yourself?

Gulping, you divert your attention away from the chat and your weak response. You really had to work on that. The email with the folder was still open. Not being able to handle the suspense, you quickly click on the folder.

What you see amazes and horrifies you.

A few hours after reading the "Manual" that you found, you rub your eyes roughly, tired from the extensive reading. But you couldn't sleep. Denizens and Sprites and and GODS! This game let you become a God! You just couldn't believe it. Ownership of a planet, Skaia, Derse and Prospit.....you slap your cheeks. Were you dreaming? Or was this an actual thing?

You hold your nears together and spread you feat out so you legs make an A shape with out the center line. You then hum a little bit a smile.

[TT] and [BA] Chat log:

You flinch, only to realize that it was your moirail speaking again. You take deep breaths, trying to calm down before you answer her. It was uncanny how she knew what you were feeling. She wasn't your moirail for no reason.

TT and BA Chat Log:

You wonder if you should tell her about the file? Your eyes close as you think on this. How would she react? After reading all of this, you don't think she could handle this. She was scared of EVERYTHING; and this is life threatening!
As her moirail you are supposed to protect her. And that's what you do by not telling her.

after entering back into your hive you attend to the giant harpoon that is sticking abruptly out of your leg. then you'll need to warn Horkus if he's anywhere close to the coast line.

==> Veekus: forget leg and message Horkus now!

you're right, you can deal with the harpoon later.
your friend my be in danger.
you hop onto your husk top but you seem to not be able to get a connection.
this isn't good. if you can't get the message him he can't prepare for the brunt force of the human navy.

==> Veekus: fix connection

you run to the receiver and discover that a book has crushed the WiFi adapter stopping any way of your computer connecting to the inter-webs. the only way to communicate is to find a device that can pug into the receiver directly. you see an old grub telegraph key. mostly likely left behind by the grubs that operated the station years ago. for some odd reason it had a cord that could fit into the receiver. you plug it in and start tap in your basic logic of Morse code

Morse code::

you decide to keep on repeating this till you get any response.

You stare at the response of your moirail, and at first you're filled with relief, since there was less of a chance for someone to come and cull you now. However, your nose twitched slightly at something. It was the kinda twitch you got when something was wrong, and it felt like that something was coming from your moirail.

TT and BA Chat Log: