Post by Lady Lee-o on May 25, 2017 15:49:22 GMT -8
Fandom: Xena, X-men, Crossover
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Blood, Death.
Note: I made this post for an RP group on Roleplayer.me, I wanted to share it with you all. I do believe it is some of my best work to date! Might share each post I make for them here, ones that I am particularly proud of.
This is for a group called Gods Of The Arena. This is the information given in their info box;
MOJO, a creature from a society built on an obsession with television starts to collect and enslave heroes and villains from all across the multiverse. THIS means no matter what verse you belong to, DC, BUFFY? FIREFLY? MY LITTLE PONY? If you're a badass, you COULD be included in this storyline. It ALSO means that doubles are not only accepted but they are WANTED. I'd love to get a little TONY VS TONY action going on -- or even TONYS VS STEVES, something awesome like that.
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MOJO, a creature from a society built on an obsession with television starts to collect and enslave heroes and villains from all across the multiverse. THIS means no matter what verse you belong to, DC, BUFFY? FIREFLY? MY LITTLE PONY? If you're a badass, you COULD be included in this storyline. It ALSO means that doubles are not only accepted but they are WANTED. I'd love to get a little TONY VS TONY action going on -- or even TONYS VS STEVES, something awesome like that.
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---Amazon Nation - Five years before Arena---
The Amazon Nation was in peril, The Romans gathered to take their lands and exterminate “the vermin” upon it. War, it was always coming and the tribe leaders could only gather and talk about what came next. Thirty-six Amazon Queens gathered to discuss their plight, sitting in the sacred circle to discuss tactics and strategy. The greatest warriors from Greece to Egypt, they came to listen and Ephiny hoped to help. The eastern tribes were watching their nation slowly die, they needed aid from the west, south and northern tribes.
Ephiny, she had taken the mantle of Queen and ruled her tribe the best she could. With the disappearance of Gabrielle, it was now her duty to lead The Telaquire tribe to victory. She listened mostly, adding her ideas when she could.
They would all look to the northern queen, Cyane, the most respected among them this day. The north was a holy ground to many sisters, Amazon's traveled from all over to visit this blessed land of their ancestors; Ephiny’s grandmother had been a northern Amazon. Many Amazons would break from the north to form their own tribes in her grandmother's time.
Slowly, Cyane stood from her chair, the room going silent as they waited for her to speak. Her words would be law and whatever she decided, she expected most would side with her.
“Sisters, I can see your struggle and It has become too much for the Eastern nation. You can not win against the Romans, their numbers are too great and ours grow fewer every day. I fear if the East continues to fight this campaign, all tribes will perish. I have prayed to Artemis and asked for guidance and strength,” Ephiny swallowed hard, she knew what was coming next and she wasn’t happy. “It is time for your tribes to return home, to the north, where you all truly belong. Back to your ancestral lands, the lands where-”
“Pup,” Ephiny looked over and saw Queen Titinari, she had been Queen longer than most. She had ruled alongside Queen Lucina; her mother’s Queen. The frail older woman stood, aided by her Regent. “-we belong here. You barely hold your title and you think to govern over us who come before?”
“Queen Titinari, the council, of course, respects your words. You being the oldest among-”
“My horse drops better manure from her arse, then you do from your filthy mouth. You will not help those Roman animals take our lands from us, my tribe will stay and fight and you can run back to safety.” Ephiny bit down on her bottom lip, keeping herself from laughing at the obviously frazzled Queen Cyane.
“Something to say, Queen Ephiny,” but not well enough-
Ephiny stood from her place in the circle, she was trying to hold back a bit of laughter still. Like Queen Titinari, she didn’t fear Cyane and found her rule mediocre. “Several things to say,” She cleared her throat and moved next to Queen Titinari, “I respect my Queen’s who come before them, Queen Titinari is right, running is not the answer. These men will not stop until we are all dead. I say we fight and die with honor and not run like cowards. These are our lands, we will proudly fight and die upon them. My ancestors might come from the northern tribes but I was born on these lands; the east is my home. I would die for my family and sisters before I let the enemy win.”
“The East will not prevail in this fight, return to your villages, pack up and come home.”
“The East is my home! I’m a warrior, my sword in my hand and I will die in battle and not as a coward. You can run from Rome but they will never be done conquering lands.” She placed her arm over her chest, “They will travel in all directions unless they are stopped, it is only a matter of time.”
“You stand against the north?”
“I stand against cowardice.” She looked to her eastern sisters and those who stood next to them. “I respect those willing to stand for what is right.”
“Are you challenging me, Queen Ephiny, for my position?” Cyane became defensive.
“Keep your position, it won’t get you far in Eternity.” She looked around and stepped to the center of the circle. “Those who are not afraid of Rome, those who wish to be honored in the next life- meet me on the eastern borders.” She turned back to Cyane, “Maybe if it were your borders in danger, you would think differently? Your eastern sisters would have helped protect you, glad to know what the North thinks of us.” Ephiny returned home, feeling angry and defeated. Her son always made her feet better, always made her feel sane. She would see his face and know that her little Centaur Prince would someday make a difference. She would need to send him away, send him to his grandfather's, a war was no place for a child.
When more and more Amazons showed up, she felt her spirit soar. Amazons from the west, south and even north had come to aid them. “You were right-” She turned to see Cyane standing there, draped in war garb and ready. “Sister's do not abandon those in need. I was wrong, we stop them here or die trying.” Ephiny clasped hands with her sister and smiled, “Forgive me.”
“All is forgiven, Queen Cyane, welcome to my home.”
---The War Continues On---
The fight with Rome, it seemed to go on forever. The more they killed, the more they came and she saw no end to Rome's destruction. Rome’s Conquered were proudly displayed on crosses, messages carved into skin and left to rot. ‘Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you wish for peace, prepare for war.’ They had wished for peace, every day since the war began but they would not back down from Rome. Some days, Ephiny wished they had taken Cyane up on her offer- run to the north but that wouldn’t have helped and she knew that.
Cyane, she had fought hard but in the end, her cowardice had her flee back north. She hadn’t lasted long when Rome came, Ephiny dreamed of the day when she saw her again.
Charging forward, she sliced into the Roman men, her anger outweighed her fatigue. She slides underneath and allowed her sword to pierce through his tenders, like butter. Pulling her sword free, she kicked him down and lifted the sword above her head, bringing down in a cruel intent. The sword now pierced his stomach, she twisted and watched his face contort with agony. Blood gurgling from his lips, she leaned down and smiled. “You will not live to see glory this day.”
The skirmish subsided, each side pulling back to retrieve the dead. They burned a pyre so bright, it was like daylight; they sent their sisters to soar. The mourning wails filled the night, drum beats, all too familiar as they said goodbye. By morning they started to return to the lines, hearts heavy but swords ready. Ephiny’s tribe would not be joining the fight, the small section of Telaquire Amazon's were just waking for the day. Stepping out in time to see the blinding light, it caught them off guard. Ephiny feared Rome had a new weapon - but it wasn’t a weapon, it wasn’t even Rome.
---The Halftime Show ---
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The annoying voice had woken her, she had no idea what was even happening. “We have hand picked some choice sacrifices for your entertainment! All the way from Ancient Greece, Amazonian warriors! We took a lovely poll from our viewers at home. They picked your choice entertainment before the main event! Wakey-wakey ladies, time to Entertain!”
Ephiny’s head was spinning, her entire tribe was thrown about some weird gladiator-like arena. She half expected to see Roman upper class but what she saw scared her. Many did not look human, beasts from Tartarus compared. She didn’t get a lot of time to look around, not before a sword appeared at her feet; she picked it up as soon as the bell sounded.
Two beast’s, ten feet tall, ripped through them like nothing. Grabbing hold of them and pulling them apart with their bare hands. In all her years she had never seen such beast’s and prayed she would never see them again. The sand begun to swallow the fallen sisters, she was unable to stop it but she started to grab some necklaces. She would honor them somehow and help them find peace.
It took ten of them to take one down, using a series of calls and hand signals. They needed to start working together or they would not win. The sisters nodded in agreement, these things needed to die. In the end, Ephiny’s sword landed through one of the beast’s skull’s, the arena cheered as she jumped from one giant to the next; flipping backward and landed the second fatal blow. “OH WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS! Looks like we have some new fighters for tomorrow’s events.”
By the next morning, she had added a bead for each fallen sister, taking bits and pieces from their necklaces and adding them to her own. She hoped she wouldn’t need to continue...
Four years she fought for Mojo, each day seemed like it would be her last. Her necklace had become a part of her image, the name given to her by Mojo. Amazonian Priestess, it was disrespectful but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her armor had been catered to her new name, Amazon Priestess attire - or what these idiots thought a Priestess wore. It covered nothing really but she was close to earning a new set of armor- at least that is what she was told.
Ephiny had stopped wearing her necklace, once she had no need to add to it. All her sisters were gone, she was the last, she had been alone for two years now. As a reward for being the last standing, Mojo allowed her a funeral pyre- her sisters decaying bodies were given to the flame- those who had not been consumed.
Ephiny had been healing for the last week, her last fight almost ended in her death. In the end she killed the opponent and landed herself a trip to the medic with a sword through her gut. She was still sore but she slowly made her way out to the dining area, finding a seat and plopping down next to her fellow champions. “Try as they might, we live to fight another day. The gods smile upon us, or laugh.”