Singularity Point Actual RP.
 

Here is the starting point for all of those who are in.


It was a storm. There was horizontal rain lightining crashing in the wind and hail. Normally this is not to big a deal, however in a desert it is. Weather changes were starting that were the likes of which no on had ever seen before on that plane. This was due to the outlaying planes collapsing around and into the plane where this storm was occuring. In this kind of astral singularity shit happens.

For all the inhabitants of this plane knew was that at approximatly midnight two weeks ago six bright lights appered in the night sky lighting it up for a week. Scholars and Wizards were going at the matter until they found an extraplanar creature had bit the head of a certain intern, and apparently appeared in a seperate part of the building instantaniously transparent as a ghost revealing the pupils head and a portal.

Once this planar event occured generals started warring taking the oppritunity of the chaos. However the greatest general that ever strode the planet Tyrian Priam, was not one to take part, as nobody had heard of him since his country was destroyed by a rogue wizard a year ago. Ever since then he had been living in a mountain range near a town named Akuza, which was now being torrented by this very large storm.

This now enactive volcano started to rumble near the mountain a man with platinum hair looked at the storm, well its time to head for home, that storm looks pretty bad... he thought. Just as the man turned, off to the southeast of the mountain a small looking army marched towards the town...

Ahmad stopped. He was walking in the town. It was raining. His robes were getting drenched.

"Sonuva...."

About then someone yelled about an army or some such nonsense. Ahmad merely flicked his scimitars out (seemingly from his sleeves) and walked towards the gate, grumbling all the way.

The Army that was marching twoards the town now stopped. They began to get out of ranks and move around and started to set up camp as they dispatched three riders into the town...

Ahmad met the riders and kept his scimitars ready.

"Okay, what are you doing, who are you, and something else that's relevant."

In one of the homes, Dezil was hard at work on his latest invetion. He stroked his thick, bushy red beard as he tried to hammer down that annoying plate that kept popping up and interfeing with the aim. He finally got the plate nailed down correctly, and he used the hammer to drive in the bolt as well, securing it in place. Dezil stood back, wiping his forehead with one grim stained arm and smiled. The odd contraption was composed of a central metal mass consisting of pistons, rubber hoses, and pumps, all leading down to an oblong metal tube. This would be the Gas-Pressurizier, ensuring that the metal container would hold a fairly vast amount of gas in it. This would be the first part of his latest, and possibly one of his greatest, inventions. He seemed oblivious to the goings on outside as he put the hammer back in the green apron he wore and headed over to a table with a pile of half-assembled metal components, where he took out his screwdriver and started to screw metal plating onto the base wooden frame that he had purchased. He went on with his work in relative silence, knowing only vaguely of the events of incredible importance taking place in the world around him...

In a bar, in town, Alex McLeod was campaigning to be elected "ruler of the universe."

"....and that is why teenagers have no rights! This travesty must stop, and I say that if you elect me supreme 'ruler of the universe', then I will stop things like that from happening. Next question."

"Sir, what is your stand on the storm outside?"

"Well that is a very interesting question. In fact, I'm glad you brought it up! Why, I wanted to include this in my speech, but I thought no one would care enough......"

The riders stop "We are looking for a man named Tyrian Priam, Our army is looking for a new General since our head general died yesterday, and well some of the men are getting sick so were generally recruiting anyone who is up for the job." The lead rider says. "The pays alright too..." the third rider says. "Yeah, the pay is nice...If you don't have a real job, its only really good if your an officer or engineer, us calvary and your standard grunts get paid crap! The only reason this man over here is smiling is because he's the propraganda officer and gets paid more than 5 foot soldiers combined salary! Anyways have you seen or heard of this man? We might need some trackers or something since we do not know this area too well..." The first one said looking downfrm his horse.

Two men run into the bar in the town "There is an army outside of town!" The man says "We think they maybe freindlies!" the other says.

Alex McLeod looks up and says, "Ah, friendlies, what could we do without them. I think I shall go see if they wish to vote for me."

Alex McLeod leaves the bar at a dignified pace, waving to an occassional person, once even stopping to pick up a baby and kiss it. When he arrives at the spot in town where the horsemen are talking, he strides right up to them.

"How are you gentlemen? I trust you are voting for me in the supreme 'ruler of the universe' election?" He pulls out some ballets and hands them to the cavalrymen.
"Just have to sign in ink, and it makes your vote legal. These are magic ballets of course, so the will desintigrate after you sign."

Ahmad put his scimitars away. "Wow. Loyalty. Don't you at least have a second commander? Who was his standard bearer?"

Ahmad just forgot about it and said, "I don't know him personally. Check around with some of the townsfolk and you should be able to find him eventually. However, I feel I should have you relay this message back. If any of your men get out of line, or commit any felonies, we WILL punish them."

The calvarymen look at each other for a second then huddle and talk to each other "Hey how would you like the position of chief political officer in our army the pay is nice..." The Propaganda officer says to Alex. Then the lead rider hops down from his horse "I have three questions for you. Who is your running mate? Who are you running against? And do you know where Tyrian Priam is? We need some one to lead a cove... too..." "SHUT IT!" the third rider says interrupting the first rider. The third rider dismounts "Look this storm isn't getting any better, lets just ask others that may know, You with the scimtars you can come along if you wish and we will pay you as a civi scout. It aint much but then again we aren't that well funded if you take a look at the troops you see." The third said.

The first rider walks over to Ahmad..."Our second and third in command died from plague. Nobody trusts the upper officers so were are looking for a replacement other then that we might have a grade A mutiny on are hands, umm I was the standard bearer for our leader Hyperion. He suggested this man was the person to go to if he still exists..." A fourth rider rides up real fast and hands a scroll to the first rider as the the Propaganda officer and the other officer ride off into the town "Great...Now our highest ranking enlisted clavary man is me... Oh Relay to the men not to get out of line... My name is Marcus Cirus Sergeant Major" he says sticking out his hand "what is yours?"