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Agreed, it always warms my heart when we get victories like this. When a saga concludes, and despite all the obstacles everything works out? I actually thought of this trope when reading the epilogue. Congrats to everyone on quest 48, and good to see you left a real impact. Speaking of endings, why won't this parasite die?

Glad to know it was enjoyable, I have to say that I really like this reversion of it as well. The earlier versions I disliked, but that is the writing process.

The thing is I have heard a lot of anger online about the Promise and it's sequel, so I am a little wary. I do see your point, but I interpreted the scene with the dragons and the season three flashback episode to imply that the battle was with his direct lineage. Azula represented Sozin, and Iroh represented Roku. Otherwise why would Iroh tell him about his kinship with the prior Avatar?

But doesn't that plot point nullify the whole thing with the Iroh and Azula dragons at the end of season two? And Iroh's belief of where his inner conflict comes from? And his development towards Iroh? And doesn't it kind of make his whole need to prove himself to his father, and pretty much his whole behavior in season 1, utterly pointless? Maybe if I read the graphic novels I would feel differently, but it sounds like they just stole/destroyed his whole characterization and backstory for a soap opera twist. In other news, I finially have all of Whedon's run on Astonishing X-Men. That was money well spent.

IC: De'kra rolls his eyes, but complies with the cleric's plan.

Well if you want to gain the old fans of the show, it helps to bare a resemblence to the show. At all. Its fine to adapt and change material, I am a fan of the Ultimate Universe after all. The problem here is that this isn't a new universe, this is made after the old show. They have the same cast, same voice actors, its a continuation. And while I concede that Teen Titans was very silly and funny (like the time Cyborg got a virus) It also was serious and dark. Case in point, Haunted. And even in season 1 we had Red X and the Apprentice. I feel like it lowers the expectations of the show just to focus on one aspect of the ship, whether humor or darkness. It simplifies things, which to me at least is disrespectful to the characters. Brave and the Bold worked because it wasn't a sequel, if it was a sequal to Batman Animated Series it would have felt really out of place and awkward. Sure the show was still upset fans, but that happens no matter what. (trust me, I like Transformers. Fans there are crazy) It would have been much worse if they played Brave and the Bold like a sequel, because they would have been defacing and changing the old Batman, instead of creating a new one. Creating a new one makes it a new interpratation, but recycling an old show and twisting it isn't.

Yeah, not to mention Ultimate Peter's story had a nice bookend. He saved his aunt, while he couldn't save his uncle. Not to mention he took on like six super villains with a severe bullet wound he took in place of Captain America. He went out like a star, defending his loved ones and fighting against I possible odds. Which reminds me, what is Cap's reaction to Jess. Does he even know? Because the whole Peter dying thing because of him might color their interactions if he knew.

It's funny, when my father first saw an ad for it, he thought it was Mad mocking the Teen Titans. Which makes a lot more sense in my opinion. What I don't get is why didn't they have the guys who worked on the Teen Titans shorts do it. That animation still looked like the original show, and there was plenty of continuity. So why?

Ah, the young days of Heroica. I remember one of the rewards was a weapon with a WP one greater than your current weapon. It worked out great that I had just made that trade with Tesni for the WP 4 Direwolf tooth, I remember being so excited to have a WP 5 weapon on my first quest. Oh how young we were. And for those of you wondering, I repurposed the Fang Dagger into Kapura.

Yes, I woud like to see more how Peter's death affected her. I mean I know your actions towards Miles tend to reveal some of it, but I want to know more. I mean, she was totally absent from that fight, maybe if she had been there it could ave gone differently. Why don't we see that? I actually had to refuse to read anything connected to superior, as I could not deal with that headache. Same thing with Avengers Arena. It really upsets me that characters I liked, and teenaged heroes no less, some of which were only created in 2010, are being fed to a slaughter. I can't take that negativity. By the way, what are your thoughts on Ultimate Peter's death verses the recent "death" of mainstream Peter. From what I hear Ultimate was a lot more respectful, but I haven't read mainstream.

I wrote another story in culture and multimedia. And in advance, I would like to inform you I let some of my...urges...out there. So yeah, see me cut loose. Edit: I might be a tad dramatic, my sense of reality and logic differs from some people.

Ah, good to know that worked then. ...Well I told myself that once this got views in the three digits and at least one reply, I would post another story. If mods need too, please combine the topics. Until then I will keep them separate, since they aren't connected. The other one is called the hunt, and it shows off my dark side.

I am a twisted little ape. Just throwing that out there. Anyway this is another story of mine, unrelated to the other two I posted. If this should be in one topic, please merge them. (though the first is pretty old) Anyway before you begin I would like to apologize for my wicked flaws, my twisted visions, and my bad endings. So good luck, those that tread this path. Roban stared at the rising sun, a swirling wreck of fire and light. The celestial orb climbed closer now, sprinkling her with light. The glowing sky ember danced across the land, illuminating the vines and trees of the Forged Mountains. And it was in one such tree she stood, gazing across the sky. It was then that Jehn approached her ebony back, his spear slung over his shoulder. "Up here again?" he asked as he lay his hand on her shoulder. His emerald eyes clashed with his amber skin, along with Roban's crimson gaze. She nodded, before drawing herself up to her full height. "You can see all the Forged Mountains for here," she whispered. "Can you just imagine it? Land carved out of the earth itself. Can you even imagine the hands and shovels that must have made these mountains?" "If you say so." Jehn held out his hand for her to follow. "Come on, the others will wonder where you are, it's time for the Hunt. You know the rumors." She nodded eagerly, and followed him down the crimson vines of the tree. Their gloves blocked the poisonous touch of the plant, though most of the villagers avoided it regardless. The plant of the redskin was not desirable to anyone, least their flesh burn. "You think-" Roban began, "You think if we- I- if I do well, Melissa might grant me a wish?" Jehn stopped and turned around. "Roban," her brother said, "You know I care about you. But one of these days you will have to grow up." Roban stumbled at his words, nearly dropping off the vines. Carefully she bit her tongue, and claimed silence until her feet hit the ground. "You okay?" Jehn asked suddenly as he caught her downcast face. She gave him a quick smile, before forcing herself upright. The two continued on, until they reached their village, half built into the caves of the mountains, half made of wooden tepees. "You know you can talk to me?" Jehn asked, to which she nodded her head. "I know." She stepped among the crowd of villagers. As Roban moved in the group she winced as their gazes reached her. Letting the stone eyes shove her Roban moved to the outskirts of the crowd, away from the others. The village hounds were there as well, their eyes raised for commands. Beehives stood forgotten, neglected for this meeting. Standing before them the current chieftain stood, clasped in his hand a rare smelted spear. "My children," Chief Brak proclaimed, "I have spoken to Melissa. It is as we feared. The brute carries the sickness of the gods, it will bring death upon us. To end this monster the whole village must hunt down the beast, and together we shall slay it. To this end, Melissa has agreed to join us." The chief turned to face a hut at the top of the mountains, where Melissa lived. The shelter was simple, and rarely did the avatar require food. Usually Melissa would just lurk on his home, until the tribe need his words or power. But all in all he left them alone, to lead themselves until true danger came. Melissa was the avatar of the guardian goddess of the Nehork Tribe, and their personal protector, the goddess of the bees, small insects that thought as one, and did as one. Creatures that thought for the best of their hive, dividing themselves up into what jobs they did best. Some said he could summon these bees from the past, others said he could assume their form. No one knew for sure, Melissa preferred to keep his power shadowed, as most of the avatars did before him. Some had been male, others female, all tinted with red. The villagers dipped their heads as Melissa approached from his hut. His blood red skin splashed into their eyes, and his blue eyes glowed with an alien radiance. The tribe scooted out of his way, as he began to lead them down to the dense forests below. Roban watched the exotic man closely, his naked soft form hypnotic to the eye. Glancing down she looked at herself in comparison, and a sense of desire overtook her. Bringing out a smile she pushed against those thoughts, as a warrior jerkily handed her a spear. His eyes were hard, smashing into her like a club. Roban slowly took the spear, as her gaze scattered down. She walked away, the warrior's eyes stabbing into her back. But as she twirled the wooden shaft she grinned. It felt so good, much better than her stone knife. That blade couldn't harm a rat. In the Nehork , society work was divided among the two sexes. Males hunted and foraged for food and relics of the gods, while women refined the artifacts and made clothing and food. Thieves and makers, with the oldest thief become the chief. That was how it had been for generations. Roban's eyes flashed sad, before recovering to their normal shine. For a brief moment she had remembered one of the mutations of the village. The sickness that had killed off the bodies of the gods had led to abnormalities in the bodies of the Nehork people. Most were minor, like an extra finger. But some were more serious, like legs merged together or the face being completely deformed. Those extremes mutations were killed off, in both mercy and necessity. She could remember the child. Such a smiling face, its hands had been so tiny. And then they chopped its head off. Because it had...confusing body parts. Because it was not divisible. Roban shook herself of that, before walking alongside as her village divided into small squads. As she settled into her section, she knew no dog would be joining them, for their path would be the treetops. It was not the path for a hound. With her group she trekked on, moving though the jungle. The sick beast had to be found and killed, it was a remnant of the plague that had robbed the gods of their physical form, rendering them only as enigmatic forces and ghosts inside the bodies of their avatars. The small squad walked on, creeping across the trees that covered the Forged Mountains. They stepped across the many branches, trying not to stray to the vulnerable ground, where any predator could devour them. Roban suddenly froze, as a low growl echoed around them. In a bolt, a brute broke through the underbrush, clawing its way up the tree where they stood. It had yellow eyes and the body of one of the wildcats, but with the size and fierceness of a wolf. The creature lunged into one of the group, raked into her with its claws. The women fell, just as the predator was speared by one of the guards. The beast swiveled around, before leaping into the attacker, the spear snapping from the powerful jump. The predator rampaged into the hunter, as Roban and her fellows threw their spears. The stone-tipped spikes pierced into the beast, though they missed any vital organs. With a snarl, it turned around, leaping at the three survivors. Roban ducked as the beast charged, before it ripped into another hunter. Quickly she reached into her belt, plucking from within a knife. The tool was intended to cut hide, from the crafting of clothing. It was not a weapon. The brute turned on her now, as the other still-breathing hunter scaled a tree. As he fled she broke into a run, snatching up the broken-off half of the damaged spear. Many creatures that had the sickness had strange abilities, and this one could keep going despite numerous wounds. Spears jabbed out of its body, and yet the energy pumping through its body kept it strong. Of course the predator had began to slow, weighed down by their weapons. Quickly she threw up the broken shaft, blocking the beast as its claws slashed at her. Then with a clean thrust, she drove her knife forward, impaling the mutated predator in its eye. The mutated cat collapsed, its breathing shallow. As she looked at the abomination, she stumbled at its twisted form. This was not just a big cat, this was a cat warped and stretched from its natural size. It was trapped, whether willingly or not. She hesitated for only a brief moment before swallowing. Taking the stick she pushed the knife deeper into the beast's skull, penetrating its core. The creature whimpered half-heatedly, and then fell absolutely silent. Roban stood back, just as the sound of whooping erupted behind her. Slowly she turned to see the bulk of the tribe, clutching their spears at the ready. She stood up, and gestured towards the bleeding dead mutant. "You said the others had died!" Brak rounded on the runner. The sprinter hung his head in shame, casting his eyes deep into the canopy below. The chief shook, glaring over at Roban and the beast. Roban fought the urge to turn away, even as the other villagers joined in. "Still," Brak grumbled, "At least the beast was brought down." He walked over to the slain mutant, eyeing the numerous broken spears impaled along its body. "So the deed is done," Melissa said, coming into view. The scarlet avatar looked down at the creature, his eyes deep and heavy. Roban couldn't help but wonder at those eyes, somehow they were even more beautiful than the flaming curves of his skin. "Yes," Brak stated, "The sick one has been slain. This patrol managed to bring it down by sheer numbers, though only two appear to have survived." "Who had the final blow?" Brak bit into his teeth and answered, "It did." Roban's body tensed, her hand clenching itself into a hard knot. Then it was gone, like always. It was better that way. With a smile of relief that it was over, she turned away as the crowd walked away. Slowly she diverged from their path, and departed into the jungle. Roban sighed once she was alone. "Why can't I be a thief?" she whispered to the gods, her faced breaking, "I hate the growths, the blood that spews. I can hardly make nothing beyond a simply knife. And it's just boring. It's a living death! I just, I feel like a bee. A grown bee that is still a larva. Why can't you give me wings." There was only silence. As Roban made her way through the forest she search the ground, searching for stones. She would need a new knife, and she was the only one who could make herself a new one. She shoved rock upon rock between her fingers, before shimmering up a tree. As she reached the branches she settled between a few interwoven paths, and began to smash stone against stone, banging the rocks in small thunderclaps. Shards burst from the clashes, which she carefully looked over with her eye. Roban took a promising rock, and laid it in her lap. Gripping two thick chunks of stone, she held them like a hammer and a chisel. With youthful energy she cracked the stone, chipping off new flakes. Finding a somewhat satisfying knife, she slide it within her belt. "I was wondering where you left for," a gentle voice washed over her, coming from the forest below. Roban leaned down to see Melissa approaching, his azure eyes tinted with concern and relief. And something in between. "Oh," she smiled, "I'm fine." Melissa looked at her and said simply, "You wanted a wish." "...Was it that obvious?" Roban's face fell to its natural state, her lips pounded into a frown. "Your brother once asked for a wish," Melissa looked down, "For you. I was...unable to give you what you wanted. He did not take it well." Roban slipped back under her smile, "Sounds like Jehn." There was a pause, left only with awkward stares. Finally Roban ventured, "So...you can't make me a thief then?" Melissa sat beside her and sighed. He finally spoke, "You know, the gods did not make these mountains. At least, not as they are." Roban turned curiously as he went on, "They were massive huts reaching up into the clouds. I believe they were called skyscrapers, for it was as if they could tear though the heavens. They only became mountains after the gods died off, when the time of storms smashed dirt and rock into their huts. That was how the mountains were forged, coiled around a core." "They made the sickness you know," Melissa sighed, "It was a side-effect of their greatest weapon. A weapon so strong that it disintegrated enemies on impact, leaving just burnt shadows." Roban tilted her head as he went on, "The gods were incredible, they could even change someone from thief to maker, male to female, and vice-versa. But their time is passed, and only a few remnants remain." "Could there be any of that power left?" Roban asked hopefully. "I don't know," he sighed, "But I doubt it. It has been countless seasons since the gods fell. If they were gods." Roban's eyes expanded as he looked down, "I can't give you that power, I can't help you. I can only tell you that the technology they used was complicated, and if it remained it is forgotten." "So what do I do?" "Your brother will help you," Melissa stated, "But beyond that I can do little. But if there was some ancient power...it might be in the deeper caves. Some of them were once rooms." Roban dipped her head in thanks, disheartened. As Melissa walked away she clutched her head, trying to smile. But no grin emerged. "I'm dying," she whispered, looking over her body. She shudder at it, holding up her knife. For a moment she wondered if she might make herself a thief, by carving off her twin growths. As she stared at her chest and her knife, she remembered Melissa's words. Was he telling her to search for this power? And strangely, did it really matter if he meant to? She stood up. She had to find the ancient power, the god's had given her this mission. At the least maybe she would find a better knife for skinning herself. Maybe Jehn would- "No," she sighed, "They like him. I can't let him abandon the village. They would kill him too. I...I have to go alone." Forcing her smiling mask back on her face, she headed off into the mountains.

I haven't heard of them canceling P and F, just that it is set to run till 2014. Doesn't mean they won't continue it.

Thank the Phoenix Force. I have to say I am really disappointed in every Avenger and person Peter knows for not already figuring it out. The comics I read are mostly ultimate comics, though I am trying to get all of Whedon's run on Astonishing X-Men. Only one more left. But yeah, I like Earth-1610. Parts of it bother me, like the current state of the Ultimates, but other stuff I really enjoy. UC X-Men is killing it, and I have to say I am curious with what happens now to Miles. But mostly I am in it for Ultimate!Jessica Drew. Why isn't she used more, tell me why?

IC: De'kra nodded, and moved to seal the Dragon's Wings from the bak row. OOC: just spent some time getting the perfect angle of Medli. I might be a stalker. Like, my Wind Waker time travel story features her a lot. She is pretty much the secondary protagonist. And I write fluff about her. Still, if I am crushing at least I have good taste. OOC: it is possible that I don't know what TMI means

Thank you, I do love worldbuilding. Every story I write has to have some rules and backstory, otherwise I feel like its shallow. Any thoughts about the ending? Part of it seems kind of shaky to me.

IC: De'kra raises his hand to comment, before sighing. Focusing his energy from the back row, De'kra attempts to seal the dragon's wings. OOC: finished Wind Waker, started second playthrough, decided to write story based off second play through, Medli is great.

IC: De'kra shakes his head with worry, before moving to the front row for once. Flipping Mizuki's dagger from hand to hand, he leaps at the rotten core, hoping against hope to strike.

Don't knock it till you've tried it.

IC: De'kra sighs at the cleric, before clicking, "I have suggestion. This round, I assume we will be focus on parasite. If so, there is chance parasite might fatally poison dragon again. So last person in order should have conditional, where if dragon is poisoned they will remedy them. If special isn't triggered though they will attack as well, or something else. Make sense to leader?"

You want it Zakura? The only class changes I have planned are to alternate between Chi Monk and Winged Warrior, so t won't do me much good. I actually tried to sell it, but no one noticed.

IC: De'kra eyes turn a glorious yellow as he sees the dragon recover, until the poison takes him. There is a flicker, and then he is gone, leaving his empty cloak behind him. The Phoenix Essence pours on the empty cloth, and there is a squealing sound. De'kra gasps for air as he rematerializes, his eyes wide and shaking. With a deep breath he clicks, "Tha-thank you." Then, gripping Kapura for comfort, he races over to William, and pours a potion into him from the back row.

Well I guess they could just point to a rat and ask that rodent if they are pointing at themselves are pointing at, that way they won't scare the other off. Then they can figure out the answer without scaring off the rats. But it really isn't in the spirit of the original solution. If you are saying they only get one question period no matter what though, then they are pretty doomed. (for those of you that are wondering, the solution was first used by Haley of the webcomic Order of the Stick. Check it out sometime)

Well finding out who is the honest rat and who is the liar only requires asking one rat a question. After you find out, from there you can use the other question to ask the rat you haven't asked which way to go. Since you know it is either truthful or lying, you can figure out which way to go.