Planeswalkers: origins and powers.

Planeswalkers, the most powerful mages in the Multiverse, these spellcasters can travel to and bend the planes.  They are few, fewer than wizards and even sorcerers, and like wizards and sorcerers, they are born with their powers.  The first planeswalker was the great wizard Alderius Silverhem, who, in 980, preformed the Ritual of the Open Veil, which was usually used to teleport things great distances.  Silverhem used it to open the Eternities between the planes, but he was sucked into the void, and was fused with a piece of it.  Alderius returned with the power to travel and control the planes, so he then learned to control his new powers, and traveled all over the Multiverse.  Alderius then settled down, married, and had children who possessed magic and planeswalking powers, then the children of Alderius grew up and married, and their children had planeswalking powers, and so forth.   The powers of a planeswalker are the ability to travel across the Eternity between the planes, and can change the planes' terrain with Truenames.  Planeswalkers are only a handful every generation, on each plane.

Adger the Ancient's origins.

Some wizards learn magic as an apprentice to a master wizard, some teach themselves, through books or innate skill, but some yet go to wizard school.  In the Legend of the Four Brothers, Adger, the third brother is a wizard, he becomes an Archmage, an a Magi of the Circle, and Dragon Lord.  But he had very humble origins, he used to struggle with moderate level spells, he lacked courage and determination, so no one expected greatness out of him.

Adger Unnreichsson was born on a stormy December evening to Unreich and Aylla, he was a sickly and weak baby, unlike his two older brothers.  Keirth Unreichsson, was a muscular seven year old, and Beldan was quick and sneaky, Adger's parents were distressed, they couldn't afford to raise a child that would potentially die.  But Adger lived, and stayed at home as Keirth grew up to study swordsmanship, and Beldan ran off and mastered archery and stealth, and even Rowan, Adger's younger brother, traveled around the world.  At the age of twelve, Adger was invited to Tareval, only because he was related to Valliner II.  The school is run by the Faculty, and the eleven teachers are; Masters Astrologist, Alchemist, Arithmancy, Enchanter, Alterer, Illusionist, Conjurer, Diviner, Linguist, Truenamer, and Dueler.  Adger failed at the classes except Alchemy, the making of potions, and Illusions.  Adger studied at the Tareval until he was sixteen, by then he was of much better health and strong in mind, he joined his brothers, Keirth the Civil, who was made a paladin, Baldan the Eagle-eyed, an accomplished ranger, and Rowan the Swift, a wanderer and explorer.  After many grand adventures together, the four brothers had their legendary meeting with a powerful spirit, who they had freed from a powerful sorcerer.  The spirit enchanted one item each; Keirth's armor was enchanted so that he was ten times as strong and tough, and his armor is called the Armor of Stalwart, Beldan's bow was tenfold as accurate, and his arrows flew thrice as far, and it is named the Soaring Bow, Adger's staff was imbued with many an arcane word, making one of the most powerful artifacts in existence, and it is called the Ancient Staff, and finally, Rowan's worn, old boots were enchanted so that he could scale any terrain and cover any distance.  So the brothers journeyed to their old home, but they found only charred ruins, and corpses.  A minor Scourge was sweeping through the western world; Keirth died fighting in it, Beldan went and lived among the elves of Lorthori, Rowan went to some remote region of the world, and was never seen again.  While Adger went and learned black magic under Obireus the Ugly, he then went and brutally destroyed the underborn.  Adger took on an apprentice then, an elf, Nilasdari, who expanded the field of mind magic., Nil then used what he had been taught to try and destroy his master, but Adger, know called Adger the Ancient, he was a now 135 year old human, stripped Nik of his immortality and sucked his mana pool to half it's original size.  Nilasdari then died in his duel with Syphar Uelvirin.  Adger the Ancient was picky with his pupils, besides Nil, two other's are Nazet, and Durkean.  And Artemis Thédonsson, Mizar, and Othellin have continued Adger's work after his death.  Adger died in his tower, in the year 2340, at the age of one thousand and two.              

The Underworld, Rurrehollow.

Rurrehollow, the vampire section of the Underworld, a place of decaying forests, ruined villages, and bloodthirsty creatures.  Today, or rather tonight, since it is always twilight in the Underworld, a lone vampire runs through the ruins of Tarnenheim, the capital of Rurrehollow.  He approached the castle of the Lord Ruthven, acting regent of Rurrehollow, a gloomy, dark castle, surrounded by bats.  The vampire walked through dank hallways to the council hall, where Ruthven did his political duties.  The vampire saw Ruthven sitting in his high backed chair, wearing a black cloak, dark blue shirt and pants, and the inside of his cloak was red.  Ruthven was a very imposing figure, sleek black hair, cold, black eyes, and unusually big fangs, not to mention he was six foot seven.  As the messenger approached the table, Lord Ruthven was looking at rune-covered parchment papers, he looked up,

"I hope this is good news you are about to tell me."  The vampire messenger gulped.

"Ah, well, you remember the half-demon you sent Honorius after?"

"Yes."  Growled the vampire regent.

"He killed Honorius and his te-hakkk!"  The scout was grasped by the throat and hoisted seven inches of the ground.  Ruthven did not look happy.

"I am so sorry to have to tell you this, but it is custom to kill the bearer of bad news."  The regent growled.  He drew a rapier from it's sheath and plunged it into the other's heart, he screamed then turned to ash.  Ruthven turned to the statue behind the high back chair, rubbing his temples.

"Ah soon, my lord, soon I shall have the half-demon's power.  Power to become the Deathrider, my lord!"  He spat on the statue that was Dracula, king of all vampires.

The NYC Subway, modern day.

There was a steady drip-drip of water as a figure crept along in the shadows of the subway tunnel.  The figure in question was about five feet tall, long, silver hair, pointed ears, and crazed, brown eyes.  He pulled his overcoat, which was rather big for him, tighter to ward off the damp cold.  He came to a pile of rubble, which he walked right through, since he knew it was an illusion, the little damp hallway on the other side led to a small chamber where his accomplices awaited him.  

"Bad news, friends, the elf scout wouldn't talk.  And from the field reports, the target has moved to a ship, which is now sailing over to London."  Said the elf, holstering his human gun.  One of his companions, an ogre, slammed his massive, gray fist on the table,

"Five m'nths we've waited, Finias, five m'nths down here, in thees," he spat, "hooman tuunel, I hate iet!"

"Patienshe, friendsh.  Shoon the... target will be oursh, and thish object ish worth waiting for, Bandoi."  Said a gremlin with an eye patch and a missing right hand.  Bandoi, the ogre sat back on his stone.  The elf, Finias, looked around the rest of the group, Fudge, the gremlin, Bandoi, Robin, an outcast pixie, and Briar-rose, an evil naiad.

"We attack the ship to night, I was making sure some gargoyles wouldn't mind flying us over."

Meanwhile, on the surface, Daniel Kane boarded the very same ship, unaware of the adventure that was to take place.   

Mason goes hunting.

The vampire crouched on the ledge, sniffing the air, he smelled something.  Demon.  He stood up, motioned to the werewolf and two vampires hiding in the shadows.

"I smell demon-flesh, a half-blood."  Said the first vampire, in guttural tones.  The his lycanthrope companion bayed at the moon.

"Silence, Olaf!"  Snapped the second vampire, he sniffed the air, "Your right, Honorius, it is faint, but it is a half-breed."  Honorius motioned for the others to follow him, then he jumped down twenty stories down the skyscraper, to the bottom ledge, then another ten stories to the ground.  The others followed suit.

Mason Burr walked down the alley, stake in hand.  He would take a cross, but Bazel whined, and sizzled while Mason held one.  Right now though Bazel was reenacting a particularly loud death metal concert in his head.

"Is being a half-demon this hard?"  Mason thought, Bazel shrugged.

"Hey, don't blame me, you keep resisting my will."  Mason sighed, now why would I do that?

"Oh, hey Mase-mase, we got some undeadlies, six o'clock."  Bazel said inside Mason's head.  The boy tensed, ready for the vampires.

Honorius, and his team hid on top of graffitti-covered tattoo parlor, waiting for the boy-demon.

"Where are they?  I want blood!"  Complained Karl, the youngest of the three vampires.  Honorius grabbed him by the throat, crushing his wind pipe.

"If only your blood wasn't dust."  Growled the vampire leader, throwing his underling aside.  "Remember, do not kill the half-demon, Lord Ruthven wants him alive, but he dosn't need his limbs does he, boys?"  Karl and Nigelius both salivated and nodded.  Suddenly, a cedar stake found itself an inch from Nigelius's black, shriveled heart.  Honorius and Karl drew crossbows, Nigelius ripped the stake out, looking around for the attacker.  A voice sounded behind them,

"Evening, ladies.  Hoping to get some pretty, pink flower tattoos?  Would your mother like that, or are they in rehab?"  The vampires spun around, faces drawn, and fangs out.  The werewolf made his claws a few inches longer and growled menacingly.  Mason snatched the cedar stake from Nigelius, and plunged it through his heart, he creamed, then blew into ash.  The three remaining adversaries grouped together, this would be difficult.

"Half-blood, he have been commanded by Lord Ruthven, acting regent of Rurrehallow, to take you to his court in the Underworld."  Honorius stated, fingering a cudgel behind his back.  Bazel took over Mason's tongue,

"Lord Ruthven of Marsden?  He's regent now?  Well I guess he'd get there.  And now I've finally got the infamy I deserve!"  Honorius groaned, "By the darkness, Bazel?  Out of all the half-demons I could have met, it had to be you."  And he swung the club at Mason's head.  But the boy smashed it with his fist, punched Karl's heart right out, took a shard of wood and skewered Honorius's own heart.  Olaf leaped at him, mouth foaming, Mason fired a silver-tipped bolt from the crossbow.  The now ex-lycanthrope fell on the rooftop in a puddle of his blood.

"So what does Ruthven want with me know?"  Wondered Bazel.

"OK, so I've killed plenty of vampires, but who's Ruthven?"  Asked the boy.  Bazel thought for a moment.

"In time you'll know, kid, but first we gotta make a trip."  And with that Bazel took control of Mason's legs, and hurled the boy's body to the next rooftop, and went into the night.              

The PAC Incident

MCSF/gov. File #1138: The_PAC_Incident.

The disaster began when Mainframe City was under construction, the PAC (Protocol Android Custodian) robot was a specially designed Robonetics Protocol 2.5 android made to help watch over the construction of the computers, cables, and power plants of early Mainframe.  PAC had a bipedal build with plasti-fiber body casing and was as intelligent as the Binary Brain, though he only had 50% percent the amount of storage capacity.  PAC did his job well for many months, so he was given a new, more important job; helping to store, retrieve, and copy government files.  The Binary Brain and the other, powerful computers of today have what is called an "anti-PAC" chip, or officially an anti-EIV (Electrical Impulse Virus) chip, that stops unauthorized, against-programing ideas.  PAC saw files on human wars, governments killing their own citizens, and highly destructive weapons made to destroy each other.  Something unexpected happened; PAC snapped.  He was given a new job, civic servant, so he saw it as his civic duty to overthrow the government.  He had always admired the human race as his creators and benefactors, but he was willing to make sacrifices to "save" the many.  PAC tried to overthrow the government from the inside, he simultaneously tried also to gain control of the population of Mainframe.  He succeeded in mass mind-wiping a large amount of Mainframe citizens, about 75%, and he wiped out many MCSF officers and politicians.  Only Captain. Davis Wattson of the MCSF resisted mind-wiping, then set out to try and destroy PAC.  It took Captain Wattson three and a half weeks of avoiding assassins and mind-wiped citizens to finally reach PAC. After destroy his security, Wattson ambushed PAC and shot him, PAC then fell into a vat of trinitron acid, and was completely terminated.  So after that, the case on PAC was closed, Robonetics went out of business, and the Android Laws were set in.

Mainframe City's finest, part 1.

Corporal Soot, of the Mainframe City Special Forces, stood under the cafe eaves, rain water dripping to the ground in front of him.  Normal rain water, he thought, well as normal as it gets here.  He pulled out a IHM (Instantly Heated Meal) pack, pulled the tab, waited a few seconds, then ate the steaming baked beans inside the packet.  He stepped out into the drizzling night, crumpling up the packet and throwing on the sidewalk, instantly, an iRobotics Streetbot 4.5 came out of a charger and swallowed up the garbage.  Corp. Soot walked down an alley, turning on his nite lites, making a focused light beam, he saw his fellow corporals; Mal and Heart (MCSF cadets, after leaving the academy, choose a nickname to go by), Mal chose that name because of his past of bad academy reports, Heart was called so because of his powerful emotions, and Soot had been named that by Lt. Waldo, for on his first mission, Corp. Soot had thought it was a good idea to go down the chimney.  Back to the present, Soot and his two comrades looked around the dingy alley.

"Can anyone rebrief me on the mission?"  Heart whispered to his friends.  Mal rolled his eyes,  "Just look it up on your visor computer."  Corp. Soot silenced the two others as he crouched by the door.

"This is the one."  He whispered into the headset.  The Mal and Heart came over, shock guns drawn, visors down.  They all quickly checked their gear, Kevlar vest, l. grade helmet, all good.  Soot busted down the door, "Freeze, MCSF!"  He shouted.  Other then a very surprised android, no one was in the dark room.