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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/4/2017 1:07:40 AM
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[i]December 3rd, 2017[/i]
[i]Tatakai's North Pole[/i]
[i]8:00 PM[/i]
Santa laughed as he sipped his egg nog, watching the elves below him work tirelessly for the boys and girls around the world. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him.
"Eh? Who's there?"
Reaching into his coat, he drew a small red and white striped dagger.
"Show yer self."
The King of Christmas would be hit with a punch to the back of the neck, then to his nose, sending him crashing to the floor.
"Big oaf. You're coming with me."
[i]Three hours later...[/i]
The screen of the computer flickered to life, displaying Santa's beaten and bloodied form tied to a chair.
"Good evening, citizens of Tatakai. As you can see, I have ol' Saint Nick here trapped. I'm offering anyone and everyone who gets this message one chance to save this fat oaf and to save Christmas. Oh, and this."
Whoever was behind the camera slid a chest into view, shimmering gold coins spilling from its sides.
"One chance, people."
The message ended, leaving a black screen with a picture of Santa's head with a sword through it.
Garin narrowed his eyes.
"Shit."
[spoiler]Open to everyone. This is indeed a Christmas plot, and I intend to run it as such. Festive references, Christmas riddles, weird enemies; you get what I'm saying. Your participant had received said message. It's up to you whether to save Christmas or let it die.[/spoiler]
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[i]Gilgalad glowered angrily as the message played over the television, his scowl deepening with each syllable uttered by the man on screen. Breathing deeply, he stood, his golden polymer armor shifting and clanking as the pieces struck each other in his motion. Turning away from the television, he growled, a sheening sound splitting the air and a short-sword impaling the machine behind him in an eruption of glass and circuitry. The Golden King moved to where his Legion lay, overlooking all those assembled there, his eyes still alit with livid rage at the impunity of the man who'd taken Clause. Speaking, his voice was in a tone well known to his compatriots, that of purpose and promise.[/i] "[b]Legion. A mongrel has elected to cut short their lives on this day. All things, and all people, as you know, belong to me. They have taken one of my things. A fat thing, named Santa Clause. We are going to track them down, kill them, and reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. "...[/b]" [i]The Golden King surveyed the men before him, squinting and searching vehemently for something, or someone.[/i] "[b]...can anyone, anyone at all from among you simpletons, tell me where Luana, the First Sword of the Legions, is?[/b]"
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One of the legionaries raised their right hand. "S-she left to go find the 'Santa Clause', sir."
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As Lilly, the ashen haired girl finished watching the broadcast, she immediately led out a yell. “NOOOOOO! NOT SANTA!!!” She screamed. Her brother, Cain, would quickly run to her side. “Lilly?! What is the matter?! Are you hurt?!” “N-no! SOME GUY KIDNAPPED SANTA CLAUSE!!!” Cain would blink slowly at Lilly, a bead of sweat coming down the side of his face. After a moment, he would speak. “That son of a bitch.” “EXACTLY! WE HAVE TO SAVE HIM!” “Agreed, we will find Santa Clause, and we will get on the nice list.” “WHOO!”
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The two would receive a second message, this time from someone by the name of Garin. It read... "Did you two get that message? If so, meet me at the entrance to Dojoville from the mountains; from there, we can make our way North."
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Lilly checked her phone to look at the message. “Wait...how did he get my number?” She asked. “That doesn’t matter, let’s make our way to the entrance and meet up with him.” “Well...okay then.” The two would then make their way to the meeting point, to meet with Garin.
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Yo What does that Pm say, I can't see it on PC
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That I wanna get this santa plot going boi
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"Nicholas would be useful for our efforts." [i]Murmured by a woman, the phrase was only distinguishable by herself and one beside her, spoken in such a quiet whisper as if intended to be kept hidden from another's hearing. She didn't care for gold, it would merely join the hordes of wealth that the King already stored away. But enslavement of the North Pole..[/i] [i]Luana didn't waste time. She had to get going.[/i]
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*Shadow stands up in front of the TV and prepares to march on the North Pole, only for the [HAND OF THE AUTHOR] to slam her into the ground.* "Well then."
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The Hand of the Author is suddenly severed, allowing Shadow to do as she pleases.
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[i]There was a stranger in the bar on that day. When the message went live, and the voice claimed it had stolen Christmas, everyone in the room collapsed to the floor. All light, perceived and physical alike, drained out of the room, an immense pressure crushing each man both in body and soul. The roar of a vast wind exuding from a gaping abyss filled the room as the one man left sitting began to stand. That he was completely bald, 6'3, and incredibly fit was the only thing perceptible of him, the rest of him blurry, distorted white lines to the eyes of his beholders. Turning, he left the room, taking with him the pressure and the sudden blindness. Outside now, he was revealed by the winter sunlight to be a caucasian male, wearing a pair of silky sweat-pants and a grey shirt with a breast-pocket, over which was the symbol from the old movie "Top Gun," wearing flip-flops and sunglasses to complete his look. Pivoting his head back and forth, looking down the rode, he made out the path to the north, and turned. Crouching low into a runner's stance, he paused a moment, all the muscles in his body tensing as the pressure began to build again. This time, though, the explosive potential was paid off in full, with the man blasting from his position at well over Mach 23 towards the Pole, and ready to pursue Santa through the fiery bowels of Hell itself.[/i]
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"Those bastards won't get away kidnapping old st. Nick."says azalea [i]azalea was originally from the colder region of the seas that were around there as she lived in the sea as mermaid but she was at the dojo for her own personal reasons as she had watched the video awestruck. Azalea was tall with a fairly slender build, long red hair tinged with silver and bright green eyes. She leaned against her knarled looking staff.[/i]
