Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[MrSandman]

"We ?" Ishtar stated with some curiosity. As far as the Oni was aware, the burden -- and failure -- was on her shoulders alone. In any case, it was a relevant question, to which Ishtar replied:

"I can, yes."

"Good. Then we just need a proper venue so you can cast it in peace." Etrina nodded, through she took notice of the momentary curiosity. "...and maybe while we're at it we can try preparing some blood bags in advance this time....rather then risk having you bleed out again."

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

"Good. Then we just need a proper venue so you can cast it in peace." Etrina nodded, through she took notice of the momentary curiosity. "...and maybe while we're at it we can try preparing some blood bags in advance this time....rather then risk having you bleed out again."

Ishtar frowned. Again with this ... 'we'.

That Etrina also spoke in ignorance however, was of little surprise. A thing the Oni was quick to rectify. "Jest or not, you speak from ignorance." Came the near-monotone response. "The power Blood Magic offers is not free, and its price is simple: blood freshly spilt, and free from influences magical, and otherwise."

The Oni flashed a humorless smile, her fangs almost glowing like her elongated horns.

"I must bleed, and so I will. Unless you wish to offer yours ?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Praxat looks at Wilhelm saying " I'm sorry you had to go through such a terrible ordeal." " so did you people keep any records?" " so The Cairn Yard is thousands of years old huh ." " that's proximally around the same age as the deities on my home world Zykona and Demjir."

" well I don't know there exact age I just know there more than thousands years old." " Oh and you don't need to worry we promise we'll save Princess Karis." " in fact if you show me your tech I may be able to advise a way to revive her and I won't need to resort to magic ." " as I'm sure science can do the job just fine."


"one more thing I want to ask you and it's this have you ever heard of the name Konatsian before? " Praxat looks at the others saying " guys I could build a portal back to earth with the right tech , but hey using magic is probably safer." " there's less chance that it would fused us all together into hideous blob or create miniature black hole that would suck this planet and everything on the planet inside of it and subject them to a immeasurable gravitational force."

Praxat listens to the conversation between Etrina and Ishtar then mumbles " magic hmph everyone just seems to want to rely on magic." " does magic even have rules or does it just do what ever the hell it wants?" "at least science has rules."

OT: Praxat doesn't seem to like magic all that much.

[MrSandman]

Ishtar frowned. Again with this ... 'we'.

That Etrina also spoke in ignorance however, was of little surprise. A thing the Oni was quick to rectify. "Jest or not, you speak from ignorance." Came the near-monotone response. "The power Blood Magic offers is not free, and its price is simple: blood freshly spilt, and free from influences magical, and otherwise."

The Oni flashed a humorless smile, her fangs almost glowing like her elongated horns.

"I must bleed, and so I will. Unless you wish to offer yours ?"

"Tsk.....Ishtar, True ignorance is concluding there is only ever one path to your goal. I'm also terrible at jesting." Etrina steeped her hands, allowing herself a momentary smile. "Give me some time.....If I can't come up with a solution that would provide us with accessible blood, then at the very least I'll offer some of mine to share the burden."

[KingofPie]

“The Cairn Yard is old, thousands of years, and one of several around the world. Ancient legends of Terra, young and new, being the battleground of people from the Heavens. The losers lay buried, kept down by old Ward Stones. That’s what the Legends said.”

“As to the rest, how we ended, simple: worn down. Five hundred years ago, a Saiyan came to Terra and rained hell upon it. Golden haired, green eyed, impossibly strong. But Terra prevailed, beat him and his men, used the old Cairn Yard across the continent to drain him, make him weak and then let it devour him while we took his power. That was a mistake, as the old ward stones couldn’t be activated again easily. Still, even in defeat, Terra was known now by the universe. Others came to conquer, Icejin, Threshling, First Race remnants. Again and again, Terra threw them back and again and again we lost some of ourselves. It was like a plague or sickness filled their minds, such was their want for this world. Hundreds of years of driving different invaders away, until only we remained here alongside our weapons and war machines we had made to defend us. And then some became consumed by that same sickness and turned on the rest of us. Atomic and arcane fire rained down, Terra warred with itself, and when the last fight was fought.....only I remained. Last man standing in a dead world. Two hundred years ago.”

"..." Sasheem folded his arms, but said nothing.

Zaofan lets out a deep breath of frustration, but acceptance, and then gradually nods. "Alright. So that's what we do. A threefold mission: protect this place while we find a way to revive the Princess *and* return home. Nothing's ever easy, huh?"

He then turns to their host again. "Wilheim, the offer to take you back with us obviously extends to the Princess, when the time comes."

"Great...another world that requires saving and it's already dead," Sasheem shrugged, beginning to walk around and see what other conversations were popping up.

Ishtar frowned. Again with this ... 'we'.

That Etrina also spoke in ignorance however, was of little surprise. A thing the Oni was quick to rectify. "Jest or not, you speak from ignorance." Came the near-monotone response. "The power Blood Magic offers is not free, and its price is simple: blood freshly spilt, and free from influences magical, and otherwise."

The Oni flashed a humorless smile, her fangs almost glowing like her elongated horns.

"I must bleed, and so I will. Unless you wish to offer yours ?"

"...Yeah, hopefully, you'll bleed out, " Sasheem asded, unhelpfully.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

This room looked to be the man's room. She noticed him passing by a little earlier, speaking with the others.

Sigh.

She apparently got ahead of herself and missed everything. She was certain someone else would fill her in, but what a bother.

Her head tilted to the side as she approached the desk. She looked at the surface to see if there was anything of interest. If not, she'd check to see if the coast was clear before checking any drawers.

A good sized computer of sorts, standard stuff, though inside she does find a strange hand gun and a single picture. Obvious is a younger Wilhelm, a beautiful women at his side with platnium colored hair, and a young girl before them. A family portrait.

On the back is says Lyssa, Eve, Wilhelm: and a date that means nothing to her.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Zaofan lets out a deep breath of frustration, but acceptance, and then gradually nods. "Alright. So that's what we do. A threefold mission: protect this place while we find a way to revive the Princess *and* return home. Nothing's ever easy, huh?"

He then turns to their host again. "Wilheim, the offer to take you back with us obviously extends to the Princess, when the time comes."

Wilhelm pauses, voice tinged with sadness.

“Not sure I’m worth the offer. Not innocent. She is, she deserves a chance. Why I told you and showed you.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"....Hmm....then I will definately wish to examine some of the active and inactive Cairns. If my plan is even remotely plausable, perhaps I create a safe zone by arranging and repairs the inactive cairns in a pattern around the city and this oasis that would prevent the monster and undead outside from entering."

Etrina then stepped up to the cryo chamber holding the girl. "As for this.....I'm not a tech savant, but have you considered the possibility that the nearby city may hold some information regarding the proper operation of this device?"

“Searched the city when I cleared it. Took years, but every building, every shed and shack and manhole was searched and cleared. No answers, just neutralized threats and silence now.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada had been hoping Wilhelm's interaction with the Saiyans had been peaceful. She had been hoping that hers was the only race that dabbled in invasion and genocide. Her hopes were misplaced. The Saiyan, a Super Saiyan, came down with an army to raise hell.

Sarada would have assumed the entire race would have been wiped out by a single Super Saiyan, being as impossibly strong as they were, but somehow they prevailed by letting the cairn yard devour his power and then finishing off what was left. That explained why those creatures attacked her first. They had a taste of Saiyan power and had been wanting more.

She frowned and swallowed roughly.

After the Saiyans came Arcosians, Threshling, ...remnants of the this so called first race. All with dreams of conquering this world. All fell before this race's ingenuity and might. Such was the taste of war, however. Once one war was waged, preparations were made for the next and the next and the next until all that any one soldier knew was conflict and strife. Once all enemies had been conquered and repelled, the enemy came from within.

They turned on one another, killing brother and sister alike until only one remained, Wilhelm. A sad, terrible end to his race. "I'm sorry," she offered simply. There was very little else to say.

"You mentioned a first race? What's that?"



With a gesture, he led them from the commissary to a room in the back. There, he showed them the reason for his illegally prolonging his life for two centuries. A small child trapped in some kind of cryosleep. The last child of a long dead King and Queen. He had no means of waking her up, so he fulfilled his final orders by making the world safe for her. Every threat was neutralized, the immediate world around this bunker was made into an oasis, a paradise of sorts so that she would be spared the shock of seeing her world in ruin right away.

A good soldier was Wilhelm. He lost his daughter ages ago, but fought to keep the daughter of another safe from harm.

"If Jinzi was here, he'd be able to figure this technology out and wake her up," she said to the others. "Should we take her with us and let him try?"

“First Race is what they were called. Not many records. The oldest race, the elder race, the First Race. They who were created or spawned first in this universe. They were the hardest to repel, because when they came they came with ancient unknown tech and power and magics. More powerful than the Saiyan had been, or the transformed Icejin. Even more deadly than the Majin twins that visited long ago. But Terra was firm, held the ground and when the dust settles , the youngest race has prevailed over the eldest.”

He shakes his head.

“More story now. Records were destroyed of them for some reason. Never knew why.”

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Paraxt sighs saying " okay blood this and blood that." "Enough with the blood talk already." " creepy stuff like that is why I'm not a fan of magic ." Paraxt looks at Wilhelm saying " if there's any activity at all left in her brain."

if her brain isn't fully dead." "then it may be possible to revive Princess Karis using a cybernetic procedure !" " however this will only work if there's still minor activity in her brain."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"A universe without balance ..." Ishtar muttered as she listened to Wilhelm's recounting. That they had survived so long was laudable however, against a Super Saiyan, Icejin, Threshling, and the remnants of the ... First Race ? Ishtar knew not who this was, and yet it seemed to resonate.

Still.

There was a question that seemed pertinent. Even as Wilhelm explained his duty, and what he had done for two hundred long years, and as Ishtar stared down at the girl in her indestructible tube she asked the old solider a simple question.

"What happened to the God of Destruction, here ?"

“Old words. Legend. Myth. No one knew. There are no gods here, Ishtar. No Kami, no guardians, no Kai’s. Terra has sat alone for as long as we know. If one existed, they never set foot here. Or maybe they did, and that’s why so many attacked and destroyed. Heh, enough destruction for a god.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Paraxt sighs saying " okay blood this and blood that." "Enough with the blood talk already." " creepy stuff like that is why I'm not a fan of magic ." Paraxt looks at Wilhelm saying " if there's any activity at all left in her brain."

if her brain isn't fully dead." "then it may be possible to revive Princess Karis using a cybernetic procedure !" " however this will only work if there's still minor activity in her brain."

Wilhelm nods to the read outs that indicate all is well.

“Still alive. Just sleeping.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Praxat looks at Wilhelm saying " I'm sorry you had to go through such a terrible ordeal." " so did you people keep any records?" " so The Cairn Yard is thousands of years old huh ." " that's proximally around the same age as the deities on my home world Zykona and Demjir."

" well I don't know there exact age I just know there more than thousands years old." " Oh and you don't need to worry we promise we'll save Princess Karis." " in fact if you show me your tech I may be able to advise a way to revive her and I won't need to resort to magic ." " as I'm sure science can do the job just fine."


"one more thing I want to ask you and it's this have you ever heard of the name Konatsian before? " Praxat looks at the others saying " guys I could build a portal back to earth with the right tech , but hey using magic is probably safer." " there's less chance that it would fused us all together into hideous blob or create miniature black hole that would suck this planet and everything on the planet inside of it and subject them to a immeasurable gravitational force."

Wilhelm quirked an eyebrow but shook his head.

“The name is unfamiliar.”

[Ptrvc]

Ishtar frowned. Again with this ... 'we'.

That Etrina also spoke in ignorance however, was of little surprise. A thing the Oni was quick to rectify. "Jest or not, you speak from ignorance." Came the near-monotone response. "The power Blood Magic offers is not free, and its price is simple: blood freshly spilt, and free from influences magical, and otherwise."

The Oni flashed a humorless smile, her fangs almost glowing like her elongated horns.

"I must bleed, and so I will. Unless you wish to offer yours ?"

"Wait, you can use other people's blood?" Jack asked, "If so we should split it up between a couple of people thank, rather than have you possibly suffering from blood loss."

"You can use some of mine if you like, I got plenty."

[Eternal Torment]

Ishtar frowned. Again with this ... 'we'.

That Etrina also spoke in ignorance however, was of little surprise. A thing the Oni was quick to rectify. "Jest or not, you speak from ignorance." Came the near-monotone response. "The power Blood Magic offers is not free, and its price is simple: blood freshly spilt, and free from influences magical, and otherwise."

The Oni flashed a humorless smile, her fangs almost glowing like her elongated horns.

"I must bleed, and so I will. Unless you wish to offer yours ?"

"Wait, you can use other people's blood?" Jack asked, "If so we should split it up between a couple of people thank, rather than have you possibly suffering from blood loss."

"You can use some of mine if you like, I got plenty."

All this talk about this dead world was rather depressing, really. Chuan didn't like to hear about it, so he decided to listen in on something he could actually affect.

"I'll offer my blood, too. Not to mention some treatment to help mitigate the loss." He paused, resting a hand on Jack's shoulder with a solemn nod. "Special care for you, friend. I'm not letting you slip away a second time, you hear me?"