27-01-2005, 10:55 AM
I am now going to upload my NEW STORY SO FAR! Heheh, Poo Fly is going to kill me...
Notes: This story is what happened years after the fifth one. DarkMagician and RobDeLaMorte are my characters, the rest are not.
Prologue: Many years have passed since the death of DarkMagician, and many of the characters have passed on since. The only ones still alive are RobDeLaMorte as he cannot be killed, V who is actually Pete in a robotic life-support machine, and Logan who is now an old man. After Sakura's death of old age, RobDeLaMorte carried on training, and is almost complete with the revival process, and is in Logan's room updating him...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Of A New Adventure
"So...you say you are nearly complete?" Logan asked slowly. RobDeLaMorte nodded, a thin smile across his face. "Yes...if I can just find this relic, we can finish the process." He held up a picture for Logan to look at, "I see...but, how are we supposed to get hold of the Essence of Dark Falz? I thought IT was destroyed?" "Ah, but it can never truly be killed, and you know it. I reckon that it will have revived itself by now, even though 1000 years have not yet passed." Logan thought for a moment. "Well, we can take care of that later..." "We? What do you mean, we?! Logan, you're an old man! Had you forgotten? Only me and V are able and living. Only we may fight IT!" RobDeLaMorte blurted aghast. Logan looked dismayed, "But I can still..." "Enough! You will not be going! That is that. I take my leave of you." RobDeLaMorte shouted behind, as he left the room. Logan watched him enter the bar, and got up. He walked over to his cabinet, and pulled out his sword. "Heh, I thought he would say something like that...well, I already decided I am going, so nuts to him!" Logan started to laugh, as he teleported down to the Ruins.
Meanwhile, RobDeLaMorte was in the bar, sipping his whisky, thinking how best to tackle Falz, when all of a sudden the room went silent. RobDeLaMorte could sense someone important or famous had come in, but paid no heed. The stranger walked over slowly to him, "Why do you not look, like the rest of these people?" he asked, in a calm voice. RobDeLaMorte carried on staring ahead, drinking. "Because I have much more important work to do, than look at some silly person, like an awestruck sheep..." The stranger thought for a moment. "Well?" RobDeLaMorte asked, "Well what?" the stranger replied. "Bugger off, so I may have a quiet uninterrupted drink!" Gasps emenated from across the bar. The stranger frowned inside his mask, and slowly, stealthily, pulled out a scythe. He swung at RobDeLaMorte's back, but RobDeLaMorte saw his reflection in the bar, span round, and caught the blade between his hands. "That is not very friendly..." He said slowly, as he glared at his opponent. He stood there, tall yet a little stocky in his build. He was a ranger, and he wore a black cloak and a seemingly empty mask. "Who are you?" RobDeLaMorte asked slowly. "Who wants to know?" The cold voice spoke back to him. "RobDeLaMorte, The Undead One!" The mask suddenly glowed red at the eye-pieces. "You...you are the one I have been searching for. I have been hired to slay you!" The stranger said, as he drew his scythe back again. "Aren't you going to tell me your name then? It's common courtesy." RobDeLaMorte replied slowly, while sipping some more beer. The stranger flinched, "...Very well. Though it will not do you any good in a minute...I am the famed assassin Grave!" RobDeLaMorte finished his whisky. "Well Grave, shall we step outside?" They both did so...
Notes: This story is what happened years after the fifth one. DarkMagician and RobDeLaMorte are my characters, the rest are not.
Prologue: Many years have passed since the death of DarkMagician, and many of the characters have passed on since. The only ones still alive are RobDeLaMorte as he cannot be killed, V who is actually Pete in a robotic life-support machine, and Logan who is now an old man. After Sakura's death of old age, RobDeLaMorte carried on training, and is almost complete with the revival process, and is in Logan's room updating him...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Of A New Adventure
"So...you say you are nearly complete?" Logan asked slowly. RobDeLaMorte nodded, a thin smile across his face. "Yes...if I can just find this relic, we can finish the process." He held up a picture for Logan to look at, "I see...but, how are we supposed to get hold of the Essence of Dark Falz? I thought IT was destroyed?" "Ah, but it can never truly be killed, and you know it. I reckon that it will have revived itself by now, even though 1000 years have not yet passed." Logan thought for a moment. "Well, we can take care of that later..." "We? What do you mean, we?! Logan, you're an old man! Had you forgotten? Only me and V are able and living. Only we may fight IT!" RobDeLaMorte blurted aghast. Logan looked dismayed, "But I can still..." "Enough! You will not be going! That is that. I take my leave of you." RobDeLaMorte shouted behind, as he left the room. Logan watched him enter the bar, and got up. He walked over to his cabinet, and pulled out his sword. "Heh, I thought he would say something like that...well, I already decided I am going, so nuts to him!" Logan started to laugh, as he teleported down to the Ruins.
Meanwhile, RobDeLaMorte was in the bar, sipping his whisky, thinking how best to tackle Falz, when all of a sudden the room went silent. RobDeLaMorte could sense someone important or famous had come in, but paid no heed. The stranger walked over slowly to him, "Why do you not look, like the rest of these people?" he asked, in a calm voice. RobDeLaMorte carried on staring ahead, drinking. "Because I have much more important work to do, than look at some silly person, like an awestruck sheep..." The stranger thought for a moment. "Well?" RobDeLaMorte asked, "Well what?" the stranger replied. "Bugger off, so I may have a quiet uninterrupted drink!" Gasps emenated from across the bar. The stranger frowned inside his mask, and slowly, stealthily, pulled out a scythe. He swung at RobDeLaMorte's back, but RobDeLaMorte saw his reflection in the bar, span round, and caught the blade between his hands. "That is not very friendly..." He said slowly, as he glared at his opponent. He stood there, tall yet a little stocky in his build. He was a ranger, and he wore a black cloak and a seemingly empty mask. "Who are you?" RobDeLaMorte asked slowly. "Who wants to know?" The cold voice spoke back to him. "RobDeLaMorte, The Undead One!" The mask suddenly glowed red at the eye-pieces. "You...you are the one I have been searching for. I have been hired to slay you!" The stranger said, as he drew his scythe back again. "Aren't you going to tell me your name then? It's common courtesy." RobDeLaMorte replied slowly, while sipping some more beer. The stranger flinched, "...Very well. Though it will not do you any good in a minute...I am the famed assassin Grave!" RobDeLaMorte finished his whisky. "Well Grave, shall we step outside?" They both did so...