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Above and beyond: 1.2:

The order to sink the enemy vessel carried from the metallic horn to the ears of Eboniran Specialist Tomala, sending her pale robed form shuffling down the narrow corridor of the Armory, to collect the winch hanging from the rail above. With a almost caressing gesture Tomala undid the snaps holding one of the cases shut, to reveal a head-sized orb of brightly polished fused red and black stone set within a metallic frame topped by a heavy ring, “Time for you hatch, my fine little egg.”
The Specialist snapped the hook of the winch to the ring and with the tip of her tongue pinched between her teeth, began to carefully turn the crank to lift the unstable Warpstone up from its padded nest and into the air. With a one hand holding the Warpstone steady and the other pushing the winch, Tomala made her slow way to the end of the chamber to lower the long metal spike capping the bottom of the stone into the cradle set above the geared hatchway in the floor of the Skiff, “Rest here a moment precious.” Unhooking the stone from the winch, Tomala brushed back her graying hair to look through the eyepiece of the targeting sight showing the rocking deck of the ship below her, “Five seconds should do it then” she said with a fond pat of her hand on the shimmering Warpstone beside her. With a quick adjustment to the sliding bar on her arming rod, the Specialist firmly pressed the device to the surface of the Warpstone causing its red streaks to begin slowing burning with a wet scarlet light, “Almost ready.” With both hands Tomala pulled the nearby lever with a sharp jerk, splitting open the hatchway below the cradle holding the Warpstone to the yawning abyss below it. “Away with you now darling, bring death from above to our enemies,” said the Specialist as she pressed her foot down onto the pedal releasing the metal framed Warpstone from its cradle down into the storm.

Barstol peered through his fingers up in to the blinding light above him, trying in vain to get a look at the vessel above him. Suddenly the bright light winked out revealing the metallic underside of the invaders flying craft resting unsupported in the air above them. With broad smirk on his face the sorcerer Kamalack stepped on the deck in his freshly donned scarlet and goldenrod embroidered robe, his grin was soon replaced by a baffled look as he held his palm out while looking around at the rain that was falling everywhere but on the ship. Kamalack looked up following the gaze of Barlow to the vessel looming above that was now shielding him from the rain. “O, that looks like it might be trouble,” with a faint metallic clank a hatch suddenly opened from the vessel above, light from within shined on the long metal spike dangling from the now open hatchway.
“I was right, I was right, it is trouble!” yelled a gleeful Kamalack, grinning at the glares turned to him by the majority of those around him, “Well I was right.” With another somehow sharper clank the spike and it stone cap began to drop directly toward the deck the Beyond below. “Oh, oh, Can’t have that.” With a dramatic motion of his hands flaring out from the sleeves of his robes, the sorcerer Kamalack slowly pushed his hand into the air above him as if lifting a great weight, while humming under his breath. Suddenly the falling device jerked in the air and then began to slowly drift and bob in the air as if it had fallen into thick mud, “All taken care of, no need for thanks, it was, merely a ges- why is it glowing like that?”

Eboniran Specialist Tomala frowned down at the sight of the primed Warpstone spinning and bobbing merrily halfway between her and vessel between, reflecting that this now put her well within the burst radiance of the Warpstone she can hardly be blamed for her choice of snapping the hatchway shut to protect the remaining Warpstones in her care from the coming destruction, rather then warning her commanding officer and fellow crewmembers of the disaster about to befall them all.

Within the brightening red light that grew to engulf the entire surface of the wildly spinning Warpstone, there could be briefly seen the shape of a tormented face shaped by spreading cracks covering the polished surface of the orb. The face had a certain look of childlike betrayal just before the stone burst with explosion that could be felt before in was heard.

Barstol turned and shoved the now crestfallen Kamalack below decks as the crew and other passengers of the Beyond dove for cover from the rapidly advancing globe of burning red energy. With a roar and crack of snapping wood the explosion slammed into the Beyond, crushing the deck beneath it as shattered masts, tattered sails and broken bodies went flying in all directions. The Beyond was only caught in the edge of the burst, but the force was still strong enough to send the ship down hard into the surrounding water which in turn trust it back to the surface to jerk about wildly in the wake of the explosion.

The first Commander Sharlaran knew of the disaster was the all too bright red light shining in all of the command chamber view ports, she had only enough time for her eyes to widen before the explosive force of the Warpstone threw her hard against the ceiling. The Skiff rose and turned to its side as the burst slammed into its underside, ripping away layers of the lower decking and bending structural frameworks through out the ship. With the Skiff no longer able to resist the force of the storm, First class Skiff pilot Noreen made the only decision she could, to direct the Skiff into a landing on the shore of the nearby black isle.

With his thick fingers bunching up the wet fabric that held him trapped onto the Beyond’s deck it took the dwarf sell-sword Rizzal only a moment to tear himself free to the sickening sight of the nearly vertical horizon before him, “Aw, shit.” Now freed from the wreckage that held him both imprisoned and safe on the deck, the burly dwarf was free to tumble about the deck of the Beyond as it rocked violently in the storm until his strong hands managed to grab a hold of a still intact section of railing. Of all the survivors of the Beyond only the cringing Rizzal the exiled saw the half crushed sparking remains of the Invader flying vessel slowly fall to crash with the echoing sounds of shattering stones into the remains of the Citadel of the Black mirrors


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Above and beyond: 1.1:

“Only a fool would land on the Black isle.”
Barstol rocked back to balance on the rear legs of his chair and grinned at the grizzled old sailor’s words, “I know that Pale, and fool I be to take up service with the council of nations. But I’ve word that the Invaders are going to be sending a expedition to the isle in search of the Crown of stars, and its been set on my shoulders to find it first.” The old man rolled his jaundiced eyes in disbelief, “None has gone to that cursed shore since Prince Xavor went to finish off the Priest-Bane Infectus, and none have seen anything of either of them since.”
Barstol leaned forward with and slamed his chair down to the tavern floor, “But you not said no.” Pale chewed at his lower lip with his remaining teeth, “Ay boy, I’ll take you and your train of cutthroats and spell chuckers. If for nothing else then for no man can say Captain Pale was fearing of sailing anywhere on the spanless seas.”

Commander Sharlaran carefully checked the appearance of her long wiry form for any sign of cause for critic. Although Sharlaran towered the same height as even the highest castes her status as a half-breed Taboain had left her hindered in advancement and endlessly targeted for abuse from higher caste officers.
The door to the hall opened to reveal the surly nod of the Matriarch’s adjunct summoning the commander in to the presence of Harlta, Matriarch of the 3rd legion.
The Matriarch stood with her back to the door, gazing out of her window to the shore of the western reclaimed land, “I have a mission for you Commander. You will take a small selection of your best women in a troop skiff and go to these quadrants.” The Matriarch turned and jerked her wide chiseled chin to the table set in the middle of the room, “You will find a island of black stone with high cliffs and the ruins of a sprawling citadel. Within you will find the Crown of stars and return it my hands.”
Sharlaran stiffened in pride, “Thank you Matriarch, I will justify your confidence in choosing me for this mission.” “I hope so commander, for I am investing 10 jewels of mine own personal store of Eboniran to supplement your strength, if you succeed you will be allowed to keep them, as well as being promoted to Sub-Matriarch.” Harlta’s bushy brows lowered into a cold glare, “And if you fail, you will be bested served not to survive.”

Vernus brushed a few clinging vermin from his tattered sleeve, not noticing the few which crawled beneath the skin of shriveled skeletal flesh. He turned his hand coverer in clinging insects palm up “the leaves are falling again.” Vernus crushed the twitching mass in his hand with the sound of cracking shells and held the dripping mess close to the twisted lump in the middle of his gaunt face, “how I love the smell of autumn”. The lich fell gently to his knees and begins to slowly beat his closed fist against the ground, “where did you take it Xav, where did you take my crown”.


The Beyond rocked wildly on its sea anchor just beyond the reefs of the Black isle, within its battled shell a troop of hard bitten mercenaries await the death of the storm that prevents their landing with the stalwart patience of the professional adventurer.
“Die you shit eating bush league pointy eared freak.” Snarled Rizzal the dwarven sell-sword through his vomit stained beard at the elf breed sorcerer Kamalack. The Orange robed arcane held up his deeply tanned hands in a placating gesture as everyone in the room slowly relaxed at the lack of immediate death and violence, “Rizzy old friend I was only commenting on the excellent quality of this fine stew, how was I supposed to know you would spew foul, thick, yellow vomitus all over your self.”
As the dwarf slowly began to turn pale and choke, Kamalack grinned and slowly pushed the knife from his throat, “Why look, your just covered in the remains of all that cheese you choked down this morning, its gone all soft and bubbly in you tummy, I warned you that it was go-, aaaaaaah you puked on me! Stop it, let go, let go, stop doing that.” As Rizzal finally let go of the sorcerer’s now damp robes, allowing the arcane to flee from the room, a slow tooth barring smile grew slowly across the dwarfs face, “Ate all that cheese on purpose didn’t you?” asked Barstol, the dwarf nodded with great glee.
The door to the deck swung open to reveal the oil cloth covered form of Pale, captain of the Beyond, “We’ve got trouble boyo, I can see lights in the sky heading this way” With a clamor of arms and shouts Barstol and his men clamored into the storm swept decks to watch in awe the sight of dozens of small lights illuminating a metallic box the size of a barn slowly drifting in the sky to hover a hundred feet above the Beyond. A sudden blinding light burst from the bottom of the box to enclose the Beyond in a circle of searing white light, “Aw shit, and here I am covered in my own sick,” muttered Rizzal.

“Commander Sharlaran, we have a sailing ship anchored off the isle.”
reported the skiff’s navigator. Sharlaran strided across the fore chamber to the view port,
reveling in the newfound vitality being feed into her by her two new green Vitearan stones, “Light it up”. After a moments examination the navigator again reported, “The ship is flying the colors of the council of nation Commander.” Sharlaran nodded, “Sink it, fire on any survivors.”

At the sound of explosion echoed through the halls and chamber of the ruins of the Citadel of the Black mirrors, the head of Vernus, once called Priest-Bane, chosen champion of Vil, and known by of his self claimed title of Infectus Rex, turned and looked up with a slow grin cracking the withered flesh of his dead face, “Xav?”


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Council of Nations Expeditionary Strikeforce
Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, 'cause they burned your home down
there's no need to be unhappy.
Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you want to kill your foe.
You can train there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to punish their crimes.
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
They have the campaigns for a man to enjoy,
You can learn how to destroy...
You can get yourself trained, you can learn how to kill,
You can do whatever you feel ...
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing!
No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the C.N.E.S.
I'm sure they can help you today.
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
They have the campaigns for a man to enjoy,
You can learn how to destroy...
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
It's fun to train with the C. N. E. S.
You can get yourself trained, you can learn how to kill,
You can do whatever you feel ...
Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with no clue.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was under a blight ...
That's when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, march up to the north.
There's a place there called the C.N.E.S.
They can start you back on your way.


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Bravo Man:

Listen here
Every man wants to be a Bravo man
To have the kind of reputation always in demand
Fighting in the mornings, go man go
Chop the enemy up, piles of the dead grow
You can best believe me
He's a Bravo man
Watch him take them down better then anyone can
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Bravo, Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo man
Bravo Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo
Everyman ought to be a Bravo, Bravo man
To live a life of freedom, the Bravos make a stand
Have your own lifestyles and ideals
Access the strip of competence, that's the skill
You can best believe that he's a Bravo man
He's the special god son in anybody's land
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Bravo, Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo man
Bravo Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo
I want to be a Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo man, Bravo Bravo man
I want to be a Bravo man


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In The Bravoes:

Where can you find adventure
Search the world for treasure
Study violence and larceny
Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true
On the land or on the sea
Where can you learn to fly
Fight in combat and survive
Study diplomacy
Sign up with our band
Your skills are in demand
Against the enemy we have to defeat
In the Bravos
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the Bravos
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the Bravos
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the Bravos, In the Bravos
Can't you see we need a hand
In the Bravos
Come on, protector of the land
In the Bravos
Come on and join your fellow man
In the Bravos
Come on people, and make a stand
In the Bravos, In the Bravos, In the Bravos
They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit
If you like adventure
Don't you wait to enter
The recruiting office fast
Don't you hesitate
There is no need to wait
They're signing up new bravos fast
Maybe you are too young
To join up today
Bout don't you worry 'bout a thing
For I'm sure there will be
Always a need for men
To protect the land and sea
In the Bravos
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the Bravos
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the Bravos
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the Bravos, In the Bravos
Can't you see we need a hand
In the Bravos
Come on, protect your motherland
In the Bravos

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