This little bit is an instalment in the Island RPG, but it ended up being a little wordy for a normal post, so I kinda had to do this.
About this creation
Daradun looks at the dagger in his hands, the wounded Ramza, and then up at the former Emperor of Elysium. Fear, uncertainty, anger, and curiosity flash through his eyes. A very long moment passes as the Sandman realizes the power he has at his fingertips at this moment. He raises the dagger high, clutches his eyes, and thrusts down with all his might. Ramza prepares to resign himself to the embrace of peaceful blackness, but it never came.
All eyes in the room lock on Daradun as the dagger leaves his hand and sails towards the Emeror. Time seems to slow as Alphinaud realizes what just happened, and then lowers his gaze to appraise the elegant blade sunk into his chest, all the way to its hilt. He snorts and pulls in out, resheathing it and turning back to face the would-be executioner, only to see Daradun lurching hideously across the room at an alarming pace, fully saturated with Ferbregr's dark energies.
Daradun's mechanical fist arcs forwards and, with cavern shaking force, sends the ancient emperor flying backwards to crash against the golden pyramid. Alphinaud struggles to rise as Daradun's shadow falls over the titan, but before he can place a finishing blow, there is a horrible tearing sound, like the sky ripping in two, and Ferbregr's Shadowy form separates entirely from Daradun and congeals into an insectoid monster. Daradun, shocked by the sudden weakness, tumbles over backwards.
"No hard feelings, Sandman", said Ferbregr, "but I can't let you kill him, no matter how entertaining it may be to me." He reaches down a spindly arm to help Alphinaud to his feet, and the aged Ruler rises to tower over Daradun's exposed, horribly mutated body. With barely a glimmer of interest he lifts his hammer and crushes Daradun into the ground.
Once, twice, thrice! The sounds of the hammer reverberate through the tunnels and into the streets above! Bones and metal groan, twist, and are violently snapped as Daradun pitifully tries to hide from his tormentor under the debree. With a crash like the world's largest gong the hammer falls once more, and all is still.
When the dust clears, Alphinaud stands over a pit over an arm's length deep. Rubble and stalactites riddle the ground, shaken loose by the impact. At the bottom of the pit lies a twisted and mangled dark black mass of flesh and metal, fluids oozing from all sides. The traitor dealt with, Alphinaud strides over to the still helpless Ramza. Staring the knight directly in his good eye, he speaks in the long lost tongue of Elysium.
"Now that justice has been served to the traitor, it would appear that I have to deal with you personally. Your service will long be remembered, 'Knight.'" The hammer rises again as the ghost of Helgran watches helplessly.
But again, the blow never hits its mark. Their is a great outcry, a ghostly howling of protest, and the icon of destruction is flung the opposite way, out of the emperor's gauntleted fist to land beside a piteous mass of flesh and metal. Miraculously, Daradun has hauled himself out of the pit and now slumps on the ground before it. With a visibly titanic effort, he manages to pull himself into a half standing position, supported by a stalagmite.
"Ferbregr! Take care of him!" Shouts Alphinaud as he whirls around in surprise. The Ghostly shadow of Ferbregr rushes to obey, but is suddenly frozen in midair. Daradun slowly pushes himself to his full height and speaks in an ancient, wise, and clear voice, not the insane gravelly chokings he'd been speaking in.
"Alphinaud! You thought you could destroy me! You thought you could destroy my people for good! You thought you could destroy the Knights! The Shades! I see now the truth that Ferbregr had blinded me too, that it was not Ramza, nor Qiav, nor any of the others I once called fellows who are to blame, but you! You sought to destroy me with myself, for when you crushed me, I only felt my family around me, and I now know why." Daradun stoops and lifts Alphinaud's hammer. "This is where they are! All of them! My family! My people! My blood! And now that I know the truth, I know more. I remember who I am, what I was, and who I am to be!" He raises the heavy instrument over his head and cries out to the unseeable sky.
"Great Ones! Revered Ancestors! Hear me! I claim my birthright! Today, tomorrow, yesterday, and for eternity I am Daradun! I am one of the elders! I am one of the Sandcallers! I am the last of the Shamans! I plea for you to hear me and bear witness to my claim!"
With the sound of a thousand thunderstorms, with the roaring of a million waterfalls, with the crash of a billion armies, the hammer falls, and the crystal shatters. For a moment, all is still, and Alphinaud lets out a nervous laugh of disbelief, but then something stirs amidst the shards. Something stirs, and that something becomes a hurricane of force and spirits and magic centred on Daradun.
At that moment, something shifts in the balance of the universe. Time seems to slow, stop, and then reverse amid the chaotic storm of life and death. Ramza, Helgran, Ferbregr, and Alphinaud watch in fear, shock, and wonder as the clock changes for Daradun. His mutations melt away, his body straightens and heals, his eyes shine with the burning light of two desert suns, his armour fixes, his robes repair and shimmer with gold embroidery and runic symbols. He now no longer appears as a corpse, a monster, or even himself, Daradun now looks like a figure out of legend, an ancient hero from a saga of myth come to battle darkness, fear, and death. The spirits soar now at Daradun's command, the command of the last and greatest of the desert shamans, the mighty and feared Sandcallers of the Desert Empire.
Ramza feels himself being lifted by something warm, breezy, and full of life. A pair of spirits usher his limp body to rest against a rock by Daradun's side, and the freed spirits of his former brothers in arms form up around him. Nearby he can see the ghost of Helgran in joyous reunion with many of his former pupils. Behind Daradun seethes a massive storm of roiling spirits, their hatred of Alphinaud barely constrained. Daradun turns to Ramza and smiles a joyous smile of thanks.
"Thank you for returning me from the dark, friend." Says Daradun. "Evermore will I be in your dept, but for the moment, I believe that we have a much more pressing issue to deal with." Daradun turns back to face off with Alphinaud as Ferbregr snaps out of stasis and rejoins his ally. Alphinaud snarls in defiance and begins to gather dark energy, and the golden tide of spirits is met by a looming cloud of shadow.
OOC: I do have a one thing I would like to clarify about this episode: Daradun is not going to stay this overpowered. He's just like this now because he's just come into his calling, is surrounded by magic, and is currently enjoying the full support of all his ancestors. So don't worry, he's only going to be as OP as everyone else. :P
Oh, also, he's back from the darkness for now. It still is possible for him to be possessed (a la Ferbregr) and/or manipulated by various baddies, with an emphasis on possession as he now has a very strong tie to the spirit realm.
Anyways, I hope you appreciated this little deviation from our normal format, but now let's take it back to the chat (though I wouldn't be opposed to a few likes).
Yeah, I think it would be good not to make a habit of creating entire pages for the RPG like this. I mean, I see why you did it in this case (though this could have been condensed and/or divided into multiple comments) but I'm just saying that in future try to keep it contained in the group itself. Anyway, this was pretty cool- nice to see Daradun progress and all- anyway, back to the chat!