It was a fine Atys evening......
 

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The stars were beginning to shine through the cloudless skies of the living planet.

A lone figue could be seen striding through the gathering dusk....

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...of the sandy fyrosian deserts...

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A tall man, eyes fixed with steely determination as he moved to his new land......

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skipping and singing a tune the banana eatting monkey man saw.......

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the rare purple yubo..

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"a purple yubo" this man thought how strange,............

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...I haven't seen a purple yubo since Old George got bored and wandered off into the goo...

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I wonder what it taste like ....

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Meanwhile, over in the lush groves of Matis.....

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..the trees were rustling in the wind..

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....and the great canopy creaked....

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and mikelaw was hiding and smiling in the dark....

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not noticing the gingo sniffing around behind him

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meanwhile deep in the jungle of min-cho........

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all was quiet while the gingo bit mikelaws bum... Oo

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strange how mikelaw is in matis and min-cho at the same time... could it be mikelaw has a twin... *funky drum beats "dum dum dum"*................

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*closeup on the face of the "mikelaw" in min-cho*

The white, stretched, leering face of ScaryAshi looked out into the darkness...

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could it be that scaryashi has made a account and has invaded min-cho..............*face of shock*.........................

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The homin stopped suddenly on the dry Fyros plain. His mind had been wandering. He had gone too long without water and yet still all he thirsted for was civilisation....

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proud in the heart he kept on walking thinking about flash backs before, looking forward he saw a shadow in the distance... who was the homin or thing.... who or what was heading my way the tired traveler thought......

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the shadow grew larger, the the mobs started to run, are wind ceased and all became quiet, omg, it couldn`t possibly be...

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that most powerful, fearless knight named ...

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Kipucka-Kincherketh. thousands of slaves followed the monster and..

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...jostled amongst each other, trying to be among the first to taste the homin's flesh. Or so the homin thought...

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until he senced another presence right behind him...

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A beast swathed in a pale glow, a pelt of purest white, eyes a blaze in azure, two homins tall, but no sound came from this magnificent creature, yet all who observed, know this to be none other than the mystical White Bodoc...

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....,a creature so swathed in mystery it was thought to be a legend. The homin stared at the great beast while it in turn regarded him with a calm gaze.

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"Erm" our hero thought, "do I ride it or kill it?"
"Hmm" the creature thought, "do I ignore it or eat it?"

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As the great beast let out a mighty 'MOOOO', the hero was taken a back, gazing up at it head he noted two ominous black stars amid the now violet sky and took this as an omen of dread. He considered his options carefully....

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...and, realising that he could never hope to outrun the horde of Kitins, he drew his sword, readied his shield and took his place beside the Bodoc.

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As he started Hi how are you ?, do you know the way to the bar ?..

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As the great white bodoc let out another "moo, moo moo" in response followed by a warcry-like "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!""...

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Our Brave hero did not seem that brave as he ran of in fear..

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(or so it seemed) but as soon as he had put a short distance between himself and the monstrosities he turned, taunting as many Kitin as he could away from the courageous Bodoc and bracing himself for their charge.

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At some unseen command the black chitinous horde lurched forward, lightning flashing from the lead kinchers. They ignored the homin now someways back after his moment of panic and charged the White Bodoc. The Bodoc began to violently swing his head at the lead of the mass, smashing kitins with ease.
The homin saw the Bodoc shrug off the lightning, the acids and spittles from the hoard leaving wakes of destroyed kitin in his stampede. The carnage must have continued for some minutes, the now night air thick with the smell of ozone and kitin ichor... the kitin numbers has fallen significantly, the Bodoc unharmed but somewhat slower. From the rear of the kitin numbers a large black kitin loomed in to view, the clouds parted from the moon, bathing the hugh form in eerie light. A kipee larger than any kitin he'd seen, shiny black, with horny growths about its shell. The homin thought with dread....
'' Kipo, father of a million young, consort to a hundred queens''

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They colided together in the heat of battle, the white bodoc fought bravely, but the rest of the kitin took the rest of the time to regroup, and sensed victory near, when suddenly on the horison a great sight was seen....

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Althought the homins vision was blocked by his shield above his head fending off stray claws and mass of twisted chitinous forms about him. It was the sound that alerted him, a rumbling, it grew louder, the homin saw the origin. From all about him closing in on the battle he saw beasts, thousands of them. Bodoc, capryni, messab, raspels, armas, wombai, yelks, bolobi, mektoubs, shalah, aranas, ploderous, rendors, gubani, bawaab, lumper, timari, gnoof, madakam even small frippos and yubo. The host of herbivores smashed into the kitin as if spurred on by some divine madness caused by the White Bodocs deafening bellows. The Homin too felt the power of the bellows and seeing the White Bodoc now injured, took firm grasp of his sword and clenched his jaw.

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Slicing the legs from the kincher before him he spun around it as it fell and
started to run toward the White Bodoc. Kitin streamed past him to meet the
massed herd and he was suddenly on open ground, drawing closer to the
titanic duel. He tried to shout for help on the slim chance that there were
any homin in earshot, but his throat was too dry.

Kipo stabbed down at the bodoc and the ground shook again, knocking the
homin from his feet. "Jena, love me and lend me your strength, I need you
now as never before" he prayed and picked himself up from the sand beside
the Bodoc. Fresh strength coursed through his limbs and he couldn't help but
grin as he turned towards Kipo.

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He started the slaughtering with his new strengt as at once a mighty zorai with next to him a Kami rised.
The Kami said something only fellowers of him could understand, but at once the zorai started to fight while the Kami supported him in his strengt and...

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... The great white Bodoc continued its epic battle with the leading kitin. It thrashed its head around, shattering fragments of kitin claws which exploded like fragments of shrapnel. A large piece of the dark claw left its owner and took its own aim. It flew through the air joined by many pieces alike. It found the warm shoulder of the brave homin and buried itself intently.

He screamed in pain as he fell to the floor clutching a dagger like object sticking through his shoulder. THe pain coursed through his entire body relentlessly.

He brought himself to his knees and with great steely determination he....

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....ripped the claw fragment from his shoulder. Eyes blinded with mind shattering pain, still he rose and shambled across the body strewn battlefield towards the earth shaking combatents. Clutching the shard and using the last of his strength, he....

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let out a roar of animal rage. The combatants paused in their epic battle and took note of the feeble homin. The kitin's mighty head turned toward our hero.

As their gazes locked he felt a wave of nauseating darkness wash over him. he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the evil emanating from the kitin. The wound in his shoulder seemed to throb in time with some ancient, alien heartbeat. Waves of pain swept through the warrior, but there was something else as well. With each onslaught he felt a pressure growing behind his eyes, a presence invading his mind...

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Later, as he awoke, he found that he could no longer open his eyes, so caked in blood. Frantic rubbing let the light penetrate and he found himself in the aftermath of the massacre. All around him bodies lay strewn; Kitin, Shalah, Mektoub and many others. Only one drew his eye. The White Bodoc lay near him, barely breathing. Of Kipos there was no sign. He rushed to the Bodoc, it's white hair stained with blood, and pulled the shard of chitin from it's side. The Bodoc grunted slightly but did not move. What had happened? Had he really done this to his great companion? Lost in thought and tears, a great cry roused him from his anguish. A blaring cry from a massive hole, not far from the site of the battle. A Kitin call.......

Kipos.

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...and the hero, already shattered by the sense of defeat, was totally enraged by the sound. Also beside him was the large fragment of shattered kitin claw, which gleamed a deep black/purple color in the powerful Fyrosian sun. Without thinking he took it and hurled it toward the hole from which the sinister roar leaked. With a hard *phwop* it stuck in the sandy wall above the entrance to the evil cave. The homin felt great pain as he remembered as it had before taken its place in his shoulder.

A sad "mooo" softly exited the bodoc's bloddy mouth. With that, it breathed its last breath, and its sad beady eyes slowly closed. Overwhelmed with grief, the homin took some of the pure white hair from the bodoc and traveled to the cave, where he placed the hair near the embedded claw fragment. "One day," he said, "I will return to this marker and take my revenge....and will avenge the death of this legend......

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Then he fell into slumber. The wounds of his body was to great for him to sustain awake, his body demanded this rest as payment for his earlier fighting.

Now he dreamt of strange things, things that he had not seen before.
He could not make much sense of what it was that he saw nor what he felt in this dream. He felt that something in his head and mind wanted to get out, it wanted to be free. But what would happen if he set it free ?
He fought to keep this presence in his mind and under control....

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He saw a strange figure, a small homin with white, madly-twisted hair. He was hurriedly working at the enormous pile of dead animals. He cleaned and skinned the whole pile in what seemed like minutes.

"Am I conscious? Am I asleep?" the homin wondered. "Who is this man that cleans so many animals at once, and what does he plan to do with them?"

Slowly the funnly old homin turned to him... around his neck was a grinder, and in his arms a freshly made instrument of unknown origins. It was white, made of the great bodocs skin, and protruding out of the top were jet black kitin mandibles.

"You have had a hard day homin, I am Magog and I have taken the liberty of skinning and cleaning your kills for you. My only price is a little meat and just enough fur and mandible to create this musical delight I hold in my arms."

On that note, Magog handed the homin a small package of bread with some meat neatly rolled and cooked into a tubelike form in the center. "Delicious, thanks be to you Magog" he said as he tore into the package, famished beyond all reason.

"Now I shall soothe your mind as well as your stomach warrior of Atys!"

The funny old man then began blowing into one of the shorter mandibles, and his fingers toyed with another. Magogs elbows squeezed the bladder of Bodoc and a strange sound began to emerge. It almost reminded him of a Raspal, only much louder and less melodic.