Post by Reku on May 19, 2017 9:58:16 GMT -5
A Fallen Warrior
You found one of your best friends dying on the ground. His last request was to take his power and take revenge on his killers.
2 Paragraphs
500 PL
Okora’s saiyan pod crashed onto the surface of Namek, the ship dragging itself across the landscape before stopping. The pod opened, and he looked at the radar inside the small ships before stepping out. He received a distress signal of saiyan origin, but curious about who it could be. He sensed a weak energy nearby, yet it seemed oddly familiar. He flew over as fast as he could, only to be horrified at what he saw. It was a downed Kairo, bleeding out from his chest. He descended down towards him, kneeling beside his fallen ally.
“Kairo...What happened?” He asked, looking at the gash. Kairo coughed up blood before looking up at him. “The damn namekians. You just missed him. Please..” He slowly reached out and grabbed Okora’s arm, and the latter sudden felt power flowing through him, just like before, “Finish them.” Okora stood up, staring at his friend’s lifeless body before sensing the killer hiding behind a rock near them. He fired a ki blast, the screams of the murderer fading out slowly as he was obliterated by the energy blast.
Hidden Potential
The Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan heard about how you dealt with the men who murdered your friend. He will grant you power long forgotten if you hunt down some pirates.
3 OR 4 Paragraphs
3-600 PL
4-700 PL
+Unlocked Potential- A buff that doubles one stat for five turns. Can be used once per roleplay
Okora was forced down on his knees before the Grand Elder by the two namekian guards who stood on each side of him. He was caught wandering the land and was captured, quickly being taken down by the stronger namekians. The namekian guard looked up at the Elder, “This was the man who killed him. We caught him walking towards his ship to leave. Of course, we were able to restrain and bring him to you.” He said, sounding a little arrogant.
The Grand Elder, large and old, looked down on the three from his throne. “You are skilled. I am sorry for your loss, I truly am. However, I need your help.” He stated, looking straight at Okora and seemingly ignoring the guards. The saiyan teen shot back a glare. “Why should I help you?” He asked, and the Grand Elder chuckled. “Because the one who killed your friend came from the Black Dragon Clan, a clan of evil namekians out of my control. They paid pirates to ransack a village nearby. You, a foreigner, are the only one I can trust.” He replied.
Okora took it into consideration, and figured that the Elder had a point. “Alright, I’ll go and-” He was suddenly interrupted as the Elder began to speak almost immediately after it was confirmed he would complete the mission he gave to him. “You aren’t strong enough to take them all. Not by yourself. I will awaken the latent power within you, giving you the strength to stop them.” He said. Okora was interested by this, and nodded. The guards grabbed him by the upper forearms and stood him up. The Elder got up and walked down towards him, putting his hand on Okora’s forehead. The saiyan’s power almost immediately rose, and his hidden potential was unlocked.
The Elder pointed at the exit. “Go now, and help the needy. Bring justice to my people.” He ordered. Okora nodded and flew out the room, heading for the pirate’s hideout. It wasn’t that hard to find, considering that they had the stereotypical pirate flag, standing out. White skull and all. He found them, powering up to new maximum. “Pirates, face my wrath.” He said intimidatingly right before he laid waste to the group of scumbags.
Evil Feeds Off Of Good
The Grand Elder is dying. He wishes to see his son who went missing many years ago. When you find him you find he is the leader of a cult, The Black Dragon Clan, You must tell the Grand Elder. Only he can reason with his son.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora came back to the Elder’s home, having the pirate’s flag tied around his waist as proof that he had completed his mission. However, when he got there, he saw that something weird was happening. He saw many namekians gathered around the Elder’s home, and raised an eyebrow. He saw the same guard from before, and walked up to him. The guard noticed him as well, motioning him to come inside.
“What happened?” Okora asked, wanting answers immediately. The guard pointed to the Elder, who was being treated by some of the Namekians through herbs that help heal the body. “The Elder is dying.” The guard replied, much to the shock of the Saiyan teenager. He just met him and he was already on death row. “Well, I need to see him.” He replied, walking up to the Elder.
“I have completed my mission.” He said, taking the pirate’s flag off of his waist and dropping him in front of him. The Elder didn’t seem to care though, because he had another favor. “Please.. I don’t- *cough* have much time left. I have *cough* a final request.” He said, his voice sounding weak and sickly. Okora couldn’t help but sympathize with him. Seeing a living being in need reminded him of his own childhood. “What do you need?” He asked.
The Elder replied, “My son *cough* went missing many year ago. Please, find him and bring him to me.” Okora felt bad for the elder, and nodded, signifying he would bring him back. “I’ll make sure to bring him back to you safely. I promise.” He asked. As he began to leave the room once more, he couldn’t help but hear a soft “Thank you.”. He flew out and immediately went searching for him.
After searching for what seemed like hours, asking around left and right, he found himself in front of the Black Dragon Dojo. He looked through the window and saw many evil namekians training and learning the dark arts. He looked at what seemed like the man in charge, but he looked very familiar. Of course, all the namekians look somewhat the same, but this was the spitting image of the elder. It was then that Okora realized, that his son was potentially the leader, or at least a high ranking member, in the clan. He immediately fled the scene, thinking that the Elder had the right to know what his son has been really up to.
When Good Dies
The Grand Elder was found poisoned. You must find his killer and send him to trial. During his plea he falls to the ground, dead. Lock down the court, someone must of done it.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora arrived at the place, revealing a shocking sight. The guard from before returned with an angered look on his face. He ran up to him, desperately wanting to tell the Elder the news. “Where is the-” Okora was suddenly interrupted, and he felt like someone shot him with an arrow through the chest when he heard what the guard said. “The Elder is dead.” The fours words echoing throughout his mind.
“I- I’m sorry. I guess his body couldn’t hold on any longer.” Okora replied, though he noticed the namekian’s fist tightened. “Hey, there’s nothing you could’ve done.” He reminded him, not wanting the guard to think that it was his fault or anything similar. “No, you don’t understand. The Elder was murdered.” The guard replied, which shocked the teenage saiyan. “What? How?” He asked. The namekian looked back at the apprehended assailant. “Poison.” He replied.
Okora went into a trial room with the guard and many other native spectators. The prisoner entered and sat down on a desk adjacent to the guard’s, who was representing the prosecution. The judge sat on a throne, which is essentially just a shorter version of the Elder’s. As the trial began, the prisoner was called up to the stand. However, as soon as he sat down, a thin energy beam ran straight through his heart, killing him.
The entire room went into a frenzy as everyone became afraid. There was only one possible exit and Okora, who was standing at the corner of the room, dashed towards it fast as he could. He saw a hooded individual head straight for the exit, and the teenage saiyan blinked to cover the ground almost instantaneously. He reappeared in front of the hooded figure, slamming a fist into the suspect’s face. The hood was uncovered, revealing a namekian with the black dragon clan symbol tattooed on his face.
“Bad idea.” Okora said, the room beginning to calm down a bit, partly due to the guard’s influence as he shouted for everyone to stay calm and to take their seats. The guard approached Okora and the downed assassin. “Thank you for your help.” The guard said to the teen, who nodded in response. “Arrest him!” The guard said, and other namekian law enforcers came and took him to a prison. Exiting the room, the saiyan had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Evil Rises
With The Grand Elder dead and the real assassin caught, The Black Dragon Clan takes control of Namek. You must form a rebellion in secret.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora went outside and was shocked by what he saw. The entire planet was under attack by the Black Dragon Clan. Explosions were scattered across the land as multiple clan members easily overpowered the Warrior Namekians. The saiyan turned around to run back in to warn everyone. As soon as he stepped inside the wall next to him exploded, sending everyone on their backs.
Two clansmen came in and took the assassin, fleeing right after they did so. The guard stood up to fight, but was killed after a clan member formed a ki sword and stabbed him straight through the chest. The guard’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Okora’s eyes widened, and he clenched his fists in anger. “LEAVE… NOW.” He said, trembling with rage.
His white aura sprouted to life as he charged the murderer. He fist slammed into the green slug’s forearms as the opponent blocked it, counterattacking with a strong kick to the teen’s gut. Okora went flying back, using his feet to stop himself by forcing them on the ground. With the momentum cancelled out, he fired two ki blasts in retaliation. The black dragon member deflected both shots with relative ease.
Okora was about to attack again, but then looked up. There were many reinforcements gathering. There was no doubt he would be quickly overwhelmed if he didn’t leave. Cursing at himself for not being able to avenge the guard’s death, he flew away as fast as he could. As he was flying, he noticed three members chasing him. He tried to lose them, but he couldn’t.
He noticed they were gaining up on them, but all of the sudden they were shot down by other warrior namekians. Okora landed down next to them, trying to explain the situation. “They’re everywhere. We can’t stop them all.” He stated. One of the namekian warriors put his hand on his shoulder. “Then we shall live to fight another day.” He replied. The group of seven retreated to an underground cave where they formed a rebellion secretly. It was time to figure out how to take the planet back.
Evil Thrives
You have a rebellion, but The Black Dragon Clan is too strong. Spy on them, Become A student in the clan.
6 Paragraphs
400 PL
Explosive Demon Wave-A very powerful energy wave shot from a single hand, with the other arm supporting the one that is firing the attack.
“Are you sure about this?” A namekian warrior asked, not too sure about this plan. Okora nodded in response, “I know clans like these. Once you take out the leader they’ll fall apart.”. He turned to the other five namekians that were with him. “I know it’s risky, but I’ll be fine. They don’t know my face. Not really. Once I join the clan I’ll slowly work my way up and destroy the leader at the right moment.”
The other namekians reluctantly agreed. “Good luck.” They said, hoping that this plan would work. Okora nodded, exiting the cave and flying towards the new Black Dragon Dojo, which was a lot bigger than the one he saw before. Upon arriving at the dojo, he was confronted by two guards. “State your business, or face the consequences.” One of them said. Okora could sense his energy, he was strong.
“Wait, I’m here to join you.” Okora replied, which made the guard raise his eyebrow, clearly skeptical. The other one spoke after a moment of silence. “Wait here.” He ordered, going back inside. After about a minute or two, he came back out with a high ranking member, though he wasn’t the leader. The High Rank looked at Okora as if he was sizing him up. “Why do you want to join the clan?” He asked.
Okora had to think of an excuse fast or he knew he was done for. “You all are way too powerful. Before, I was actually afraid of you. Now, I crave the same power.” He said, hoping that was sufficient. A moment of silence passed, as if the high ranking member was trying to see if he was lying or not. “Very well.” He said finally, motioning for him to come inside. Okora, once passed the guards, quietly let out a sigh of relief. Entering the dojo, he couldn’t help but be impressed.
There were many warriors training hard, some sparring, some doing push ups, some gearing up for a mission of sorts. This particular place was abnormally busy, but everyone was serious and the process seemed effective. Okora was led to a sparring room with the high rank, who pointed at one of the dummies. “Watch me.” He said, grabbing hold his arm and beginning to focus his ki into it. A blast shot out, hitting the dummy dead on and obliterating it.
“That is called the Explosive Demon Wave. This will be the first technique you will ever learn.” He said. Okora nodded, showing that he understood what he was saying. When motioned to perform the technique, he thought he better mess up the first time intentionally to avoid suspicion. He focused his power and fired out a weak ki blast, barely damaging the target he aimed for. The namekian was disappointed at first. “Try again, get it right this time.” He said, though his tone showed little tolerance. Okora tried again, this time succeeding. The high rank nodded in approval and they moved on to the next phase. Okora was in.
Evil Hungers
As you continue learning and spying The Black Dragon Clan's hold on Namek begins to fumble against you causing the Clan to get ready for war. Unknowing that you are the leader they teach you some of their best techniques.
7 Paragraphs
Hellzone Grenade-The user charges up and fires several energy spheres randomly in the opponent's direction, disregarding accuracy and with no intent on actually hitting the enemy. With efficient ki control, the multiple energy spheres are suspended in the air, completely surrounding them. Finally, the user commands the energy spheres, to rapidly spin around the opponent and inevitably rain down on them with a vicious onslaught from every direction, filling the sky with a blinding light and inflicting a massive amount of damage.
Requires ONE posts of charging
Okora was called into a meeting by the high ranking members of the clan. He had been in it for about two weeks now. He had gained their trust and was one of the best fighters. His power certainly grew, and he had no complaints about that. He was asked to do some simple tasks and went on patrols from time to time.
As for the other members of the resistance, Okora had been secretly contacting them. He provided various intel, allowing them to do small jobs. They would set traps and cause a little havoc on various occasions. They wanted to slow them down however they could. Their efforts seemed to be paying off, because the clan meeting was about them.
Okora sat down with everyone other member of the clan present, interested in what was going to be said. The leader, the Elder’s son, stood up and began to speak. “These scoundrels are hurting us. We are losing our hold on Namek. More and more people are starting resist us.”
“Everything we seem to be doing to put fear into their hearts only makes them angrier. It was only two days ago that we had to go as far as to display a public execution to remind them of their place. Even then it proved to be futile for some. Some of the citizens, most of them warrior nameks, have even dared to challenge our might. We've been able to fend them off for now, but they grow stronger.” He continued.
Okora grinned internally when he realized that it was only a matter of time before he was able to make his move. The leader sighed, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “It's only a matter of time before a revolution begins. Everyone, remain vigilant and be prepared for anything. We have finally reached the peak of our power. I do not intend to lose it so easily.”
“Is that understood?” He said, ending his speech. Everyone nodded in comprehension before the leader let out a sigh. “Good. Dismissed.” He finished, allowing everyone to leave. Everyone got up and began to leave, but as Okora got up, he was called out by the leader. At first the teenager was worried, thinking that maybe he was coming under suspicion.
Okora approached the leader, making sure he presented himself in a respectful manner. “Yes sir?” He asked, mentally crossing his fingers. “You are one of my most trusted warriors. You are loyal and strong. I respect that.” He said. “I want to teach you one of my most effective techniques.” Okora’s interest was peaked, and it was after that that he learned the Hellzone Grenade. That night, Okora let the resistance know that tomorrow was the day.
Evil Dies, Good Returns
After the leader himself teaches you the last technique your rebellion attacks the Clan. Use your abilities to kill the man you called 'Master'
6 Paragraphs
300 PL
Black Dragon Hellzone Attack-The user shoots a Hellzone grenade but the blasts surround them.. The user then does Explosive Demon Wave. After the beam wave hits the ki blasts explode into the enemy
Requires ONE post of charge and the successful dice
Okora was woken up by a force so great he was pushed off of his bed. The entire room was shaking violently, but he couldn't help but grin. He knew who caused it, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden. He stumbled onto his feet and ran to the window. Looking outside, his eyes widened in amazement.
The resistance had gained a lot of members during his absence. At least twenty warrior nameks were present, taking on members of the Black Dragon Clan. Explosions ran throughout the base as ki blasts were sent flying. Okora began to run downstairs and then wall next to him exploded. His body sent through the opposite wall like a ragdoll.
“Damn crossfire.” He muttered to himself, slowly getting up. He looked around as more clan members ran by to join the fight. Okora knew that it was time to unveil himself as the leader of the resistance. Another black dragon member came in his direction and Okora jumped in his path, headbutting him. He followed with a kick to his chest, sending him into more clan members behind him.
He ran over their bodies and went straight for the safe room where he knew the leader would be. He blasted down the door, seeing the leader looking at him. “So, it was you the whole time?” He asked. Okora had a serious facial expression. “You knew there was a mole?” He replied. “Of course I did. It's my job to know.”
“I just didn't know it was you. A shame really, I was hoping you would eventually be my right hand man. Though it seems like you'll have to die a honor death instead.” He continued. Okora’s aura sprouted to life, becoming angry. “You betrayed your own father and turned against your own kind. You have no honor, and I will be glad to end your life.” He replied before charging in fiercely.
The fight wasn’t even fair as Okora ended up on top. All that training with the clan paid off. He knew all of their moves and techniques. Most of them were originally from the leader. “Hmph. You thought you could defeat me? Hilarious.” He stated as he stood over the namekian’s lifeless body. The rest of the clan was dealt with and planet namek returned to normal.
You found one of your best friends dying on the ground. His last request was to take his power and take revenge on his killers.
2 Paragraphs
500 PL
Okora’s saiyan pod crashed onto the surface of Namek, the ship dragging itself across the landscape before stopping. The pod opened, and he looked at the radar inside the small ships before stepping out. He received a distress signal of saiyan origin, but curious about who it could be. He sensed a weak energy nearby, yet it seemed oddly familiar. He flew over as fast as he could, only to be horrified at what he saw. It was a downed Kairo, bleeding out from his chest. He descended down towards him, kneeling beside his fallen ally.
“Kairo...What happened?” He asked, looking at the gash. Kairo coughed up blood before looking up at him. “The damn namekians. You just missed him. Please..” He slowly reached out and grabbed Okora’s arm, and the latter sudden felt power flowing through him, just like before, “Finish them.” Okora stood up, staring at his friend’s lifeless body before sensing the killer hiding behind a rock near them. He fired a ki blast, the screams of the murderer fading out slowly as he was obliterated by the energy blast.
Hidden Potential
The Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan heard about how you dealt with the men who murdered your friend. He will grant you power long forgotten if you hunt down some pirates.
3 OR 4 Paragraphs
3-600 PL
4-700 PL
+Unlocked Potential- A buff that doubles one stat for five turns. Can be used once per roleplay
Okora was forced down on his knees before the Grand Elder by the two namekian guards who stood on each side of him. He was caught wandering the land and was captured, quickly being taken down by the stronger namekians. The namekian guard looked up at the Elder, “This was the man who killed him. We caught him walking towards his ship to leave. Of course, we were able to restrain and bring him to you.” He said, sounding a little arrogant.
The Grand Elder, large and old, looked down on the three from his throne. “You are skilled. I am sorry for your loss, I truly am. However, I need your help.” He stated, looking straight at Okora and seemingly ignoring the guards. The saiyan teen shot back a glare. “Why should I help you?” He asked, and the Grand Elder chuckled. “Because the one who killed your friend came from the Black Dragon Clan, a clan of evil namekians out of my control. They paid pirates to ransack a village nearby. You, a foreigner, are the only one I can trust.” He replied.
Okora took it into consideration, and figured that the Elder had a point. “Alright, I’ll go and-” He was suddenly interrupted as the Elder began to speak almost immediately after it was confirmed he would complete the mission he gave to him. “You aren’t strong enough to take them all. Not by yourself. I will awaken the latent power within you, giving you the strength to stop them.” He said. Okora was interested by this, and nodded. The guards grabbed him by the upper forearms and stood him up. The Elder got up and walked down towards him, putting his hand on Okora’s forehead. The saiyan’s power almost immediately rose, and his hidden potential was unlocked.
The Elder pointed at the exit. “Go now, and help the needy. Bring justice to my people.” He ordered. Okora nodded and flew out the room, heading for the pirate’s hideout. It wasn’t that hard to find, considering that they had the stereotypical pirate flag, standing out. White skull and all. He found them, powering up to new maximum. “Pirates, face my wrath.” He said intimidatingly right before he laid waste to the group of scumbags.
Evil Feeds Off Of Good
The Grand Elder is dying. He wishes to see his son who went missing many years ago. When you find him you find he is the leader of a cult, The Black Dragon Clan, You must tell the Grand Elder. Only he can reason with his son.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora came back to the Elder’s home, having the pirate’s flag tied around his waist as proof that he had completed his mission. However, when he got there, he saw that something weird was happening. He saw many namekians gathered around the Elder’s home, and raised an eyebrow. He saw the same guard from before, and walked up to him. The guard noticed him as well, motioning him to come inside.
“What happened?” Okora asked, wanting answers immediately. The guard pointed to the Elder, who was being treated by some of the Namekians through herbs that help heal the body. “The Elder is dying.” The guard replied, much to the shock of the Saiyan teenager. He just met him and he was already on death row. “Well, I need to see him.” He replied, walking up to the Elder.
“I have completed my mission.” He said, taking the pirate’s flag off of his waist and dropping him in front of him. The Elder didn’t seem to care though, because he had another favor. “Please.. I don’t- *cough* have much time left. I have *cough* a final request.” He said, his voice sounding weak and sickly. Okora couldn’t help but sympathize with him. Seeing a living being in need reminded him of his own childhood. “What do you need?” He asked.
The Elder replied, “My son *cough* went missing many year ago. Please, find him and bring him to me.” Okora felt bad for the elder, and nodded, signifying he would bring him back. “I’ll make sure to bring him back to you safely. I promise.” He asked. As he began to leave the room once more, he couldn’t help but hear a soft “Thank you.”. He flew out and immediately went searching for him.
After searching for what seemed like hours, asking around left and right, he found himself in front of the Black Dragon Dojo. He looked through the window and saw many evil namekians training and learning the dark arts. He looked at what seemed like the man in charge, but he looked very familiar. Of course, all the namekians look somewhat the same, but this was the spitting image of the elder. It was then that Okora realized, that his son was potentially the leader, or at least a high ranking member, in the clan. He immediately fled the scene, thinking that the Elder had the right to know what his son has been really up to.
When Good Dies
The Grand Elder was found poisoned. You must find his killer and send him to trial. During his plea he falls to the ground, dead. Lock down the court, someone must of done it.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora arrived at the place, revealing a shocking sight. The guard from before returned with an angered look on his face. He ran up to him, desperately wanting to tell the Elder the news. “Where is the-” Okora was suddenly interrupted, and he felt like someone shot him with an arrow through the chest when he heard what the guard said. “The Elder is dead.” The fours words echoing throughout his mind.
“I- I’m sorry. I guess his body couldn’t hold on any longer.” Okora replied, though he noticed the namekian’s fist tightened. “Hey, there’s nothing you could’ve done.” He reminded him, not wanting the guard to think that it was his fault or anything similar. “No, you don’t understand. The Elder was murdered.” The guard replied, which shocked the teenage saiyan. “What? How?” He asked. The namekian looked back at the apprehended assailant. “Poison.” He replied.
Okora went into a trial room with the guard and many other native spectators. The prisoner entered and sat down on a desk adjacent to the guard’s, who was representing the prosecution. The judge sat on a throne, which is essentially just a shorter version of the Elder’s. As the trial began, the prisoner was called up to the stand. However, as soon as he sat down, a thin energy beam ran straight through his heart, killing him.
The entire room went into a frenzy as everyone became afraid. There was only one possible exit and Okora, who was standing at the corner of the room, dashed towards it fast as he could. He saw a hooded individual head straight for the exit, and the teenage saiyan blinked to cover the ground almost instantaneously. He reappeared in front of the hooded figure, slamming a fist into the suspect’s face. The hood was uncovered, revealing a namekian with the black dragon clan symbol tattooed on his face.
“Bad idea.” Okora said, the room beginning to calm down a bit, partly due to the guard’s influence as he shouted for everyone to stay calm and to take their seats. The guard approached Okora and the downed assassin. “Thank you for your help.” The guard said to the teen, who nodded in response. “Arrest him!” The guard said, and other namekian law enforcers came and took him to a prison. Exiting the room, the saiyan had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Evil Rises
With The Grand Elder dead and the real assassin caught, The Black Dragon Clan takes control of Namek. You must form a rebellion in secret.
5 Paragraphs
900 PL
Okora went outside and was shocked by what he saw. The entire planet was under attack by the Black Dragon Clan. Explosions were scattered across the land as multiple clan members easily overpowered the Warrior Namekians. The saiyan turned around to run back in to warn everyone. As soon as he stepped inside the wall next to him exploded, sending everyone on their backs.
Two clansmen came in and took the assassin, fleeing right after they did so. The guard stood up to fight, but was killed after a clan member formed a ki sword and stabbed him straight through the chest. The guard’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Okora’s eyes widened, and he clenched his fists in anger. “LEAVE… NOW.” He said, trembling with rage.
His white aura sprouted to life as he charged the murderer. He fist slammed into the green slug’s forearms as the opponent blocked it, counterattacking with a strong kick to the teen’s gut. Okora went flying back, using his feet to stop himself by forcing them on the ground. With the momentum cancelled out, he fired two ki blasts in retaliation. The black dragon member deflected both shots with relative ease.
Okora was about to attack again, but then looked up. There were many reinforcements gathering. There was no doubt he would be quickly overwhelmed if he didn’t leave. Cursing at himself for not being able to avenge the guard’s death, he flew away as fast as he could. As he was flying, he noticed three members chasing him. He tried to lose them, but he couldn’t.
He noticed they were gaining up on them, but all of the sudden they were shot down by other warrior namekians. Okora landed down next to them, trying to explain the situation. “They’re everywhere. We can’t stop them all.” He stated. One of the namekian warriors put his hand on his shoulder. “Then we shall live to fight another day.” He replied. The group of seven retreated to an underground cave where they formed a rebellion secretly. It was time to figure out how to take the planet back.
Evil Thrives
You have a rebellion, but The Black Dragon Clan is too strong. Spy on them, Become A student in the clan.
6 Paragraphs
400 PL
Explosive Demon Wave-A very powerful energy wave shot from a single hand, with the other arm supporting the one that is firing the attack.
“Are you sure about this?” A namekian warrior asked, not too sure about this plan. Okora nodded in response, “I know clans like these. Once you take out the leader they’ll fall apart.”. He turned to the other five namekians that were with him. “I know it’s risky, but I’ll be fine. They don’t know my face. Not really. Once I join the clan I’ll slowly work my way up and destroy the leader at the right moment.”
The other namekians reluctantly agreed. “Good luck.” They said, hoping that this plan would work. Okora nodded, exiting the cave and flying towards the new Black Dragon Dojo, which was a lot bigger than the one he saw before. Upon arriving at the dojo, he was confronted by two guards. “State your business, or face the consequences.” One of them said. Okora could sense his energy, he was strong.
“Wait, I’m here to join you.” Okora replied, which made the guard raise his eyebrow, clearly skeptical. The other one spoke after a moment of silence. “Wait here.” He ordered, going back inside. After about a minute or two, he came back out with a high ranking member, though he wasn’t the leader. The High Rank looked at Okora as if he was sizing him up. “Why do you want to join the clan?” He asked.
Okora had to think of an excuse fast or he knew he was done for. “You all are way too powerful. Before, I was actually afraid of you. Now, I crave the same power.” He said, hoping that was sufficient. A moment of silence passed, as if the high ranking member was trying to see if he was lying or not. “Very well.” He said finally, motioning for him to come inside. Okora, once passed the guards, quietly let out a sigh of relief. Entering the dojo, he couldn’t help but be impressed.
There were many warriors training hard, some sparring, some doing push ups, some gearing up for a mission of sorts. This particular place was abnormally busy, but everyone was serious and the process seemed effective. Okora was led to a sparring room with the high rank, who pointed at one of the dummies. “Watch me.” He said, grabbing hold his arm and beginning to focus his ki into it. A blast shot out, hitting the dummy dead on and obliterating it.
“That is called the Explosive Demon Wave. This will be the first technique you will ever learn.” He said. Okora nodded, showing that he understood what he was saying. When motioned to perform the technique, he thought he better mess up the first time intentionally to avoid suspicion. He focused his power and fired out a weak ki blast, barely damaging the target he aimed for. The namekian was disappointed at first. “Try again, get it right this time.” He said, though his tone showed little tolerance. Okora tried again, this time succeeding. The high rank nodded in approval and they moved on to the next phase. Okora was in.
Evil Hungers
As you continue learning and spying The Black Dragon Clan's hold on Namek begins to fumble against you causing the Clan to get ready for war. Unknowing that you are the leader they teach you some of their best techniques.
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Hellzone Grenade-The user charges up and fires several energy spheres randomly in the opponent's direction, disregarding accuracy and with no intent on actually hitting the enemy. With efficient ki control, the multiple energy spheres are suspended in the air, completely surrounding them. Finally, the user commands the energy spheres, to rapidly spin around the opponent and inevitably rain down on them with a vicious onslaught from every direction, filling the sky with a blinding light and inflicting a massive amount of damage.
Requires ONE posts of charging
Okora was called into a meeting by the high ranking members of the clan. He had been in it for about two weeks now. He had gained their trust and was one of the best fighters. His power certainly grew, and he had no complaints about that. He was asked to do some simple tasks and went on patrols from time to time.
As for the other members of the resistance, Okora had been secretly contacting them. He provided various intel, allowing them to do small jobs. They would set traps and cause a little havoc on various occasions. They wanted to slow them down however they could. Their efforts seemed to be paying off, because the clan meeting was about them.
Okora sat down with everyone other member of the clan present, interested in what was going to be said. The leader, the Elder’s son, stood up and began to speak. “These scoundrels are hurting us. We are losing our hold on Namek. More and more people are starting resist us.”
“Everything we seem to be doing to put fear into their hearts only makes them angrier. It was only two days ago that we had to go as far as to display a public execution to remind them of their place. Even then it proved to be futile for some. Some of the citizens, most of them warrior nameks, have even dared to challenge our might. We've been able to fend them off for now, but they grow stronger.” He continued.
Okora grinned internally when he realized that it was only a matter of time before he was able to make his move. The leader sighed, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “It's only a matter of time before a revolution begins. Everyone, remain vigilant and be prepared for anything. We have finally reached the peak of our power. I do not intend to lose it so easily.”
“Is that understood?” He said, ending his speech. Everyone nodded in comprehension before the leader let out a sigh. “Good. Dismissed.” He finished, allowing everyone to leave. Everyone got up and began to leave, but as Okora got up, he was called out by the leader. At first the teenager was worried, thinking that maybe he was coming under suspicion.
Okora approached the leader, making sure he presented himself in a respectful manner. “Yes sir?” He asked, mentally crossing his fingers. “You are one of my most trusted warriors. You are loyal and strong. I respect that.” He said. “I want to teach you one of my most effective techniques.” Okora’s interest was peaked, and it was after that that he learned the Hellzone Grenade. That night, Okora let the resistance know that tomorrow was the day.
Evil Dies, Good Returns
After the leader himself teaches you the last technique your rebellion attacks the Clan. Use your abilities to kill the man you called 'Master'
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300 PL
Black Dragon Hellzone Attack-The user shoots a Hellzone grenade but the blasts surround them.. The user then does Explosive Demon Wave. After the beam wave hits the ki blasts explode into the enemy
Requires ONE post of charge and the successful dice
Okora was woken up by a force so great he was pushed off of his bed. The entire room was shaking violently, but he couldn't help but grin. He knew who caused it, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden. He stumbled onto his feet and ran to the window. Looking outside, his eyes widened in amazement.
The resistance had gained a lot of members during his absence. At least twenty warrior nameks were present, taking on members of the Black Dragon Clan. Explosions ran throughout the base as ki blasts were sent flying. Okora began to run downstairs and then wall next to him exploded. His body sent through the opposite wall like a ragdoll.
“Damn crossfire.” He muttered to himself, slowly getting up. He looked around as more clan members ran by to join the fight. Okora knew that it was time to unveil himself as the leader of the resistance. Another black dragon member came in his direction and Okora jumped in his path, headbutting him. He followed with a kick to his chest, sending him into more clan members behind him.
He ran over their bodies and went straight for the safe room where he knew the leader would be. He blasted down the door, seeing the leader looking at him. “So, it was you the whole time?” He asked. Okora had a serious facial expression. “You knew there was a mole?” He replied. “Of course I did. It's my job to know.”
“I just didn't know it was you. A shame really, I was hoping you would eventually be my right hand man. Though it seems like you'll have to die a honor death instead.” He continued. Okora’s aura sprouted to life, becoming angry. “You betrayed your own father and turned against your own kind. You have no honor, and I will be glad to end your life.” He replied before charging in fiercely.
The fight wasn’t even fair as Okora ended up on top. All that training with the clan paid off. He knew all of their moves and techniques. Most of them were originally from the leader. “Hmph. You thought you could defeat me? Hilarious.” He stated as he stood over the namekian’s lifeless body. The rest of the clan was dealt with and planet namek returned to normal.
