EverEpic

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EverEpic One 57.2(120)

So it was fear that drove the TriEmperor, TriBishop and TriChancellor to instigating the TripleMadness that created the four ways hybrids, that turned themselves into such along with their clone-linked followers. Samson had a strong impression that the TripleMadness had more aspects to it than that.

Samson spoke again. “We need to get the great battle away from the mortal populations, the wildlife as much as the people. We need to put an end to the madness that is distorting even the basic reality of existence.”

The LittleFatMan spoke from where he sat at a round table with a fresh teapot of tea, teacups, some club-sandwiches, small cakes, a small jug of milk and other items. A peacefulness hung around him and he indicated the empty chairs at the table. He had appeared there almost as if he had always been there. “Please sit and have something of humble delight.”

They sat and began to go through the routine of pouring cups of tea, of putting food on small plates and doing other such necessities.

Three Spitfires flew overhead, in formation, upgraded and augmented. They flickered lightly with deflection shielding that would help protect them from magical energies and powerful flying monsters.

The LittleFatMan sighed softly. “GodGoddess is the Greater Balancing of the Multiverse to ensure longer term stability and survival, along with other important factors, of the Multiverse. Sometimes there are troubles that can not be dealt with by the 'standard' forces of regulation and rebalancing. This is one of those.”

Then he snapped his fingers, of his right hand, and a globe appeared in mid air that was somehow more than just a representative of the Broken Earth. Somehow it was that world while being removed from it.

Jack shook his head in wonder. “Who, what, are you?”

“Just the LittleFatMan; trying to explain more would be worse than fruitless; it would cause damage to the quests that you both must carry out.” The LittleFatMan paused to take a sip of his mildly hot, dark brown, tea. Then he spoke again. “I must need to be careful not to clash with your purpose as a Fateplayer, Samson. Your time in the Hopelands is starting to come to an end. You will need to more deeply establish your core in your Fatetorium, the name of which will soon enough be changed as its nature will all so.”

Samson found he was unsurprised by that the LittleFatMan said about his future in the Hopelands. He was starting to realise that he had never really belonged there from the start. He examined the slowly spinning globe and expected to see what was commonly thought of as the general layout of the Broken Earth. A shock went through him as it became clear that as the globe spun it was showing different things that supposedly occupied the same areas. During one turn he was seeing the Forbidden World as Wastelands but next the Forbidden World would be richly blue with water and green with fertility. The Hopelands would be there sometimes but replaced, at other times, by other areas. The pattern was much generally repeated.

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“This is why it is known as the Broken Earth for it is 'transdimensionally broken'.” The LittleFatMan spoke with evident care. “Mortals adjust to changes by having perception, memories, and other mental aspects change with them. When the Domnilands are next to the Hopelands, the Hopelanders know this as solid fact but when the Domnilands are replaced by the Greylands, Hopelanders know that the Greylands are one of their geographical neighbours.”

Samson shook his head again and Jack looked highly bemused.

The LittleFatMan took another sip of tea and spoke again. “Fortune cookies and small gift cakes, there on the plate. Please enjoy but try not to swallow either the fortune messages or small gifts.”

Yes, on the plate that had not been there seconds before, were delicious looking half circle fortune cookies and ball shaped gift cakes. There were three, of each, for each man.

The two looked around to see that the LittleFatMan was gone, almost as if he had never been there.

Samson frowned. “I did not ask him where the other Samson is (the one that vanished in TriImperiarna) but perhaps that was no accident.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “No, not with the LittleFatMan or others like him.”

They turned back to the odd items, as given to them, and began to learn more. Both Samson and Jack were surprised by what they found there.

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EverEpic One 58.1(122)

One of the Samsons led them through the lightly twisting slide tunnel that took them to the deep underground Darkjovers Temple, the one where he had experienced great horrors about ten years ago. The journey was an odd one, driven by gravity along the fairly slippery floor but not too so for the floor had not been maintained. It was of an exotic material that the CrystalMage stated was a rare crystal found only in the Jagged Mountains.

The great main chamber still bore evidence of the great battle that had been waged there including very many skeletal remains of cult followers, strange creatures and of those that could not be identified.

Samson felt fear and anger, letting the emotions go rather than fighting them. Ten years ago he had been found nakedly bloody, with blood under fingernails and toenails. He had awoken only to throw up much gore and blood, some of it human. Ahead of him lay a great stone platform where he had been found.

On the other side of that disk shaped platform was a great smashed throne. It had been made of extremely hard rock so its destruction must have taken great strength to achieve.

Samson spoke quietly but loud enough for the others to hear him clearly. “I was found over there. Thirteen of us were abducted and brought here or so goes the story. None of the other teenagers were found.”

Patty Vandis frowned. “This chamber, the throne, are designed as focus points for great power. You were meant to be a powerful sacrifice unleashing great energies for one, or more, dark entity to feed upon. Or so is my guesswork.”

Samson looked around at thick carved columns helping to support the ceiling and statues melded into the wall or close to it. Some of the statues were destroyed but none of the columns; it was as if the battling forces knew better than to strike at them. “Samfane was here but also Samshado and other shadowy aspects of we GeniusThirteen.”

He began to look around the place, pausing here and there. The others did the same, stood guard or rested. Hot drinks were consumed by some along with some travel-biscuits. Fleeting memories flashed through his mind but then he began to pick up stronger memories. There had been a great battle as a much younger Samson became transformed into a monstrous version of himself and then broke out of very thick, magically enforced chains.

The battle had focused on himself and other powerful entities; some he fought, some fought as his allies and others were just berserk. Magic flew through the great chamber and soldiers mostly fled in panic as they vainly tried to find a safe place to shelter. Arrows, bolts and bullets filled the air. Bodies flew through the air. There were explosions. The chamber trembled softly but that was significant.

Beautiful Scully spoke from where she was giving a small, damaged, statue a curious look. “What would a CrystalMage emblem-figure be doing here in a Darkjover temple?” She turned to Patty Vandis. “Can you give us an answer to that, Patty, since you are one of the exotic, uncommon and surprisingly mysterious CrystalMages?”

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EverEpic One 58.2(123)

Patty Vandis gave a cold smile. “Samson, a curse of barely controlled evil. A potential of amazing death, destruction and disruption to the Hopelands and more. We CrystalMages met and debated the issue. Some decided that you, Samson, should be rescued but others of us decided to destroy you. That was ten years ago but we got here late and when we tried to intervene in an ancient everything truly went to hell.”

She sighed. “We realised that we had been seduced by a false CrystalMage amongst us. We came to suspect that he was Samvil but later dismissed the idea. Was it Samfane, Samshado or some other dark aspect of your bizarre nature, Samson? We do not know though we have been trying to find out. That is we CrystalMages and our allies.”

“Shadow Samson, Samshado, Samfane are all different but linked through the dark joint subconscious of the GeniusThirteen.” Samson was clearly thoughtful. “Perhaps you could assist in turning this place into some kind of trap for at least some of those forces. Not to destroy but to capture and perhaps even to rehabilitate into the Light.”

Patty Vandis nodded at once. “Yes, the CrystalMages will call upon our allies and together we will assist you to do what must be done.”

The platoon of supersoldiers, in black body-tight body-armour, seemed to appear almost out of nowhere with a flicker of motion. They were exactly like those that had killed a platoon of mercenaries at the Foremale Estate. They presented no real threat, standing at ease, though they emanated a sense of being potentially very dangerous.

Scully spoke. “First Encounter Assault Recon, FEAR.”

A woman supersoldier stepped forward and spoke with a moderately disguised voice. “FEAR155a, that is the 55th FEAR Team. We were sent here, from NewImperiarna, to investigate various phenomena but became tangled in local aggressions. Since the troubles increased, in this area, FEAR155a has terminated over a thousand dangerous entities including aggressive zombies, demonic humans and even wraiths.”

FEAR Supersoldiers were quite unique for they were not only enhanced of mind-body-spirit but had several very special abilities such as 'slow-mo', limited gravity manipulation and some others. The mystery, of where they had come from, seemed to have never been solved, even by the more current generations of FEAR Supersoldiers.

The FEAR-Trooper spoke again. “I am Lieutenant Vian014. We have been sent instructions from our FEAR Command to serve with the TPMI-SIRIO Taskforce. You spoke of creating a trap to draw some kind of enemies but we would show you something that might make such plans to be unnecessary.”

They found a whole lot of dead necromancers, and others with them, that had been killed by powerful dark magics and physical force. There were, amongst them, those discretely branded with Darkjover tattoos and even fire brands. It did not take long for the expedition to discover that it was this group that had created the golem, and golemites, that had caused trouble earlier for the expedition. But who, what, had killed them and why?

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EverEpic One 58.3(124)

Samson did not take very long to realise that the big, dark temple was not going to help him learn anything deeper about what was going on. Any psychic spiritual residues had long vanished or were lost amongst other such so he could not trace what particular dark entity had wanted to feed on him to strength itself at his expense. The big cave complex around it would allow scholars, mages and others to learn far more about the history of the Darklands, and the Darkjovers, but Samson would leave that to others.

Instead of leaving he ceased his existence so that Samson in the Fatetorium, Samson in the Foremale Estate and Samson at the PreBreaking underground base would all grow stronger. They did so but there was still the missing Samson who had vanished in TriImperiarna and there was a draining of energies taking place that was linked to the missing Samson.

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EverEpic One 59.1(125)

 

Samson slipped a Fategamedisk into a special slot at the edge of the great horizontal Fatewheel and then, grabbing it by one spoke like handle, spun the big wheel with surprising ease. The wheel spun and inner wheels spun, lights blinked, symbols flashed and changed, there were many noises and various odd effects such as small figurines darting into view and then vanishing.

 

The Fatewheel halted with surprising abruptness. It had been the first time that Samson had spun the actual wheel.

 

Other: “This is a great moment, being your first spin of the Fatewheel, at least in this particular life of yours, but it is only your first Fatewheel spin. There will be a minor earthquake in the North-Eastern Hopelands unless you spend two Fategamecards to stop it from taking place.”

 

Samson was starting to remember how the Fatewheel worked, in a Fategame, and did not like it much at all.

 

Other: “If you spend the rest of your Fategamecards, along with four Fategamedisks, the Domnilands will send vital resources to the Hopelands including three divisions of Guardsmen and eighteen large aeroships.

 

Quickly he had no more Fategamecards and had gone down to five Fategamedisks but he knew it was more than worth it or at least he assumed it was. An important part of using the Fatewheel, of playing a Fategame, was trading off lesser Fategame assets for greater effects. There were also risks in doing so.

 

Other: “You are now gaining three Fatecredit per second and a Fateclone every hour.”

 

A Fateclone? He shook his head in irony at the exotic extra resources now offered but then he was now much richer and that was a good thing.

 

There needed to be a pause before he was able to make another spinning of the Fatewheel so he headed off to meditate for an hour. Such sitting meditation assisted against the energy drainage as linked with the missing Samson along with helping in other ways.

Edited August 27, 2013 by Maharg67

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EverEpic One 60.1(126)

At first it seemed that treachery was happening as it turned out that the Domnilands President had ordered a military attack on the Hopelands. The attack was to take advantage of the growing chaos in the Hopelands to take territory and other valuable resources.

Then, even as Hopelanders prepared for defensive efforts, a new message came from the Domnilander Aerofleet that announced that it was now under the command of one FieldMarshal FleetAdmiral, a name that said much and very little at the same time. FMFA reported that the Domnilander President, and his cronies, had been given a fair trial and then executed.

Unity was rising strongly through out the Domnilands with amazing speed and strength. With a large majority of younger people, with many young adults, being part of Unity parts of the Domnilands had fallen to a scattered civil war but mostly there was just peaceful confusion.

In contrast the Hopelands were, mostly in some areas, falling into greater trouble and strange events kept occurring with increased frequency and effect.

The city of New London was struck by a great swarm of zombies but thankfully was prepared for such an emergency.

A whole lot of folk were found living again in a town that, in reality, had been destroyed years before along with its population; an earthquake and mud slides had done the job.

A ghost army marched, and rode, to lay siege to some long vanished castle-city before it disappeared as suddenly as it had materialised in the first place.

Different kinds of demonic entities fought each other in an arid area of hard, almost waterless, plains. The fighting was savage and seemed to have little rationality to it, according to the witnesses observing it from a safe distance.

TriGuards Forces were being pushed to breaking point as they tried to assist other, more localised, forces against various threats. All reserves were called up. Militias and Estateguards were also heavily into the various actions.

There was assistance from angelic entities and many of the 'returnees' from death, along with those who had been test-transformed with new enhancements. The test-transformations had also increased in frequency. Perhaps it was such assistance that stopped complete collapse from happening as the whole national system was put under very heavy pressure.

Edited August 27, 2013 by Maharg67

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There will be a pause in new story posts for EverEpic. Foolishly I had not backed up my already written posts that I had yet to put into the forums, I was doing some editing on, and when my computer went down they became inacessible to me. Since it is going to take both time and money to fix the situation I am not sure when matters will improve. I might need to start the story from scratch from the point that it ends in the forums. Thank you!

Edited August 30, 2013 by Maharg67

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Situation with computer turned out to be much simpler a problem to fix than feared; took no money and little time to clear cat (PuddyTat) fur out of the inner workings of the computer. From now on must keep the computer clean of cat fur, not a problem that I had foreseen happening.

Edited September 1, 2013 by Maharg67

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EverEpic One 61.1(127)

The ninja assassins made it past the outer wall of the Foremale Estate. In the night they moved cleverly and kept to the shadows. There had been some sabotage to lighting and to security network-systems so their infiltrating had been made easier.

Samson dropped down as two lethal throwing-stars, shuriken, flew through the air above him. Not only were they razor sharp, and very hard, but coated in extremely dangerous poisons.

Samsha lifted up a piece of wood and the shuriken thunked harmlessly into it. Like Samson, there was now more than one Samsha; indeed there were three of them.

Rhonda Rhodes fired off a silencer equipped 9mm semiautomatic pistol. A ninja dropped and rolled but was wounded. There was something very strange about the ninjas. They were enhanced of mind-body-spirit but they had ice cold mentalities. Iceminds! Living computer humans! A form of natural sociopath or at least almost so.

Two Estateguards had died and had been test-transformed back to life. Samson's own clone-children, supersoldiers, were fighting another force of the super-ninjas not too far from where that battle was taking place.

Samson was both puzzled and angry. Just where had the iceminds come from and why were they attacking the Foremale Estate?

Other: “You are their target, along with Samsha, Samtha and Sampha. I would not be surprised to find that Samvil and Samkie are behind this. Iceminds are a kind of reactive psychic mutation that appear when Unity arises in a population, especially when it does so with much speed and influence as it is now doing.”

He whirled and struck at a super-ninja with a series of punches. The icemind collapsed backwards, his defensive moves having failed to protect him. The conflict was taking place so fast that most would not have even seen the moves being made.

The fighting ended as assassins fled into the darkness. Those remaining were dead, some killed by poison capsules hidden inside mouths. Samson doubted that any real information would be found by examining the dead but he would do so anyway.

Scully stepped into view, holding a semiautomatic pistol in her right hand. She frowned softly at the sight of the dead body. “I have had to deal with ninjas but not like these, nowhere near as dangerous as these ones.”

Jack Harkness then came into view holding his own huge semiautomatic pistol, which was more like a hand-cannon than a mere pistol. He spoke carefully. “I have been doing some field work in Hopeville. Interesting that the Factor X Theory has turned out to be quite correct. Professor Frankenstein was in the area about thirty years ago, on the run from the TriImperium, and taking part in highly illegal cloning research and development. The sources of information mentioned a strong whisper that he went, with many cronies and followers, to one of the Estates in this area. There is a good chance that it could have been this very one, the Foremale Estate though that is far from certain.”