The Doomed -(Don't lock please.)

[DistructionCahill!]

(-wonders 'whose hive?'-)

((OOC: Hehe. I would've made a map if I had the time.))

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

Leodan put the gigantic weapon he called "Bjorne", because calling it gigantic weapon wasn't convenient, in his back. He put the lightsabers in his belt, turned off, of course. He put the Blaster Gun next to "Bjorne". One wouldn't dare to confront a Leodan armed to the fangs. "Mohving ohn, ouhr ahncestors guehssed -ohr hahd ah Tihme Lohrd- thaht weh wouhld beh hehre, ahnd puht thehse weahpons thaht ihn ah wayh fiht uhs pehrfectly. Mohreover, how cahn theyh knowh ouhr nahmes. Theyh ahre deahd, sihnce ahges ahgo. Ahnd mohre impohrtantly, whyh wihll weh neehd thehse weahpons?", questioned Leodan.

"My ancestor doesn't say anything about that. He just rambles about what the weapons do. I know he's my ancestor but he was an useless guy - who wouldn't know how to use a pair of knuckles?", said Lionel.

"Look. There are way more symbols here than only ours. And look how many...", started to say Aerosa, and then thinked about the next word she would say. Leodan would go nuts again, and then she had to shoot an arrow at him again, bluh bluh, huge complication. "M-u-t-a-n-t-b-l-o-o-d signs are here. Leodan's ancestor would probably kill them. Then how could the other ancestors know?", questioned Aerosa.

((Okay, what do you think if we do together a Past post based on what their ancestors did?))

[DistructionCahill!]

((Okay, what do you think if we do together a Past post based on what their ancestors did?))

((OOC: Yesss. But if Neo's Ancestor's involved, I'm going to have to update my fanfiction.
Let's make this happen.))

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

((We're doing this.
If Zullos, Alexxis and arsenicCatnip agree. Yes, I did not forget about you ›:].))

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(Coolies ^^)
"Our ancestors are not like us, look my ancestor," Zullos paused finding a book, likely a journal , "Zuralo Aroria, a.k.a Zee, a word once meaning darkness, one of them knew their history. If they had a master, uh hero of time, they may have been able to look into the future." She sugested "but Zuralo is way to serious, her mind is clouded by thoughts I do not wish to know."

Erisdi found a similar book belonging to her own ancestor "Eralti Choroa." She said raising a brow "she mentions something about titles, odd to our race." She giggled "knight of blood, seer of mind, maid of time, thief of light, Mage of doom, heir of doom, prince of hope, bard of hope, bard of rage, Fey if Shade, the list goes on!"

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"Nohrmal bloohd tihtles. It wahsn't vehry nohrmal fohr blahckbloods to be neahr normalbloods in thohse timehs, only if a cohmmon dehstiny had fatehd them to meeht...", said Leodan. "There is a thief of light in there... The sun means Light, the mountain means Earth... So on. But if our ancestors could tell us more...", said Aerosa.

((Okay, now - to the paaaaaaast!))
The Cold-blooded, Denalo, grunted. He had to control himself. So. Many. Mutant bloods. "Denalo, I suggest you perhaps put the weapons in the chest for your descendant, if you feel so annoyed by the presence of this quantity of mutant bloods. As you see-", said Neillo. "The Mutant Bloods. They killed Coriek. I knew he would be fine. But no. They killed him. I have to get my revenge", growled Denalo. "Denalo, put the stupid things in the chest. Your poor descendant will already have to deal with the genetic stubborness", said Resoaa, closing the chest destined for her ancestor. "Excuse my interruption but I believe there is no such thing as genetic stubborness", stated Neillo. "My descendant will have a lot of headaches if your descendant is anything like you", said Denalo, watching some mutant bloods leave, like that Kranki or Karanki, he didn't get the name. He looked on the chest destined for his descendant. It would be a tough life for that guy... But Denalo couldn't say why. Rules, they said. Denalo finished it with the only thing that he knew would make his descendant know how he felt about him. "Mayh theh fohrce be with youh, ahnd with youh ahll". "I don't understamd how can you be so sure that they will all be here", grunted Denalo.

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"Remind me, who's idea was this?" Zuralo hissed her hood hiding her face, she hated showing her face, scared from her violent past, her face distorted beyond recognition. "I am a Thief of Shade, not some Witch of Time," she growled as a slightly crazy girl walked up beside her

"Oh Relax Zee!" Eralti laughed grinning "remember, they have to be ready! If you need to know more ask Megido!" She giggled walking ove to the chest with her mark "we have o be sure they are ready!

A troll wearing an odd, Chinese style outfit, not tht any troll knew what Chinese was. "They will face, same evil as us, before." The marone blooded troll said Damara was her name but no one here knew that, she wa only known as the Handmaiden.

"I cat shtay, she ish coming to find me," another ochre blood said lisping his sentance horribly, Mituna "I have two be fasht"

"And I am not sticking around for that lesiglaserator Redglare to find me" a cerulean blood said briskly

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"This plan is bothering me. Any descendant of mine must know to defend itself without weapons", growled Denalo. "Please I must ask you to just leave the weapons, and the message for your descendant. I am sure he will carry on the toughness of a Bear-lined, but he can't face evil without any weapons", said Neillo, the only one who could calm Denalo down. "I'm sure my descendant will make the Bear-lined proud", muttered Denalo. "Now! I got my mission done here, so any of you Mutant Blooded idiots will care to stay a little longer, say goodbye to life!", growled Denalo, leaving the cave. "Excuse me but I do not in any manner understand how it is not possible to tell more to our descendants, are we just not exactly and precisely sure about what will happen?", asked Neillo, being brief. "I'm done here. Just hope my descendant will have the guts to deal with your descendants", said Resoaa, closing the chest and leaving the cave after Denalo. "Oh... Excuse their descendants if they bother your descendants please", apologized Neillo.

"Rohaaum, Wohaarum...", Denalo grunted in Wookie language, already far away from the cave. "I know deep down you fear your descendant will be hurt, eh?", asked Resoaa. "He ihs my dehscendant. In sohme way, he cahrries on my spirit you see. I don't what to doom one of my kind because of something a maroon blood said", he grunted. "Blackbloods are already doomed", pointed out Resoaa. "Yes, but... For another reason", grunted Denalo. "Let's just hope your descendant doesn't loose the thing of adding h's like you did", said Resoaa. "I have more honor now. I don't sound ridiculous", grunted Danelo.

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Damara was smirking, she had long since placed the items in her chest and followed the two out of the cave already knowing what they had said, and what they would say, "because, I know, past, future, present." She said grinning "I know one day, they will meet, foe we all met, in place not like here, but exactly the same." She paused looking to the sky "red miles come and fire rocks, from Derse, Jack comes, ready they must be," she said, no troll knew why she spoke do oddly.

Mindfang had left her tresures and was leaving "As long as my Descendant kills little Pyrope, I will be proud enough," she said returning to her ship which had stopped here only because she knew it was important.

The ochre blood quickly left the items and left without a word, the royal blood would be after him, he knew what would happen if she found him.

Zuralo hissed leaving the last of the treasures before turning to leave "I am done here, I await judgement by the legislacirators and his hounorable tyranny, I will not see any of you again an so bid thee farewell," she said a hand wrapping around her neck, knowing her fate was sealed. She waited to see if any troll responded.

Eralti was giggling as she finished knowing her decendant would be special, gifted with the ability to see through the scribles on all the chests, she knew that she would be the one to find the others. When she finished she rose and began to leave

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"If that is, so indeed, your destined fate and no thing nor no being can change that, I must say it was, in fact, an honor to meet you", said Neillo, bowing.

"....What?", questioned Denalo. "You'll have to excuse him, Bear-lined blackbloods have lack of inteligence. Can you at least assure us our descendants will be fine?", asked Resoaa.


Some steps were heard. The shadow of a Reptilian Blackblood followed by a Nakraptor, a Glubdon and a Iguametrodon. The Blackblood tipped his hat in a manner of greeting, and headed to the chest destined to his descedant. Late again... As usual... Doesn't even say anything..., comments like that were heard. His name was Clinkt, although only his reptile friends knew that. The others knew him as No Name or The Troll With No Name. Clinkt put something inside the chest. The Iguametrodon gave Clinkt a nudge. Clinkt nodded, and simply left the message "You'll only need one bullet...". Clinkt closed the chest, and tipped his hat. He left the way he entered - without any word nor sound.

((Yay, references to Clint Eastwood.))