Dead Men Don't Tell Secrets

[THEBIRD]

On the Planet Vulcum, far from from the Milky Way, is the Country of Scalander. The four points of land were at war, fighting for complete control. There was Scalus, a militaristic, strict colony of army men and hitmen. There was Crescent Island, a beach-like tourist spot filled with thieves and pirates. The Land of Emit was known for it's scholars and revolutionary ideas. Nimbuslus Land was the oldest of the four points, and had much history. One man from each Land headed out into the middle of the ocean, skilled captains of boats. They edured the dangerous Whirl Channel and met at the center of it. There, they talked and negotiated, each holding a prized gem (these gems had abilities behind any of their wildest dreams, and was the reason to the thirst for power). One uninvited guest, not from Scalander, appeared before them. He was an old mage, and was holding an even greater gem then any of them could imagine. It had come to be known as the Scalander Gem.

"Do not throw away this power," the mage insisted. "When all five gems are brought together, each from their respected lands, great power is given to the one who harnesses it. Follow me, and I shall show you that power. The men all quickly disagreed, but the leader from Scalus seemed intruiged.

"Tell us more," he said.

"We could be great, together. With the gems, we could rule the world... Create a new land, beneath the Whirl Channel, where the power can be harnessed best," the mage continued. Th other men were beginning to give in. It seemed perfect, the four lands could come together as one with this new revolutionary idea.

"The Gods will not like it!" countered the leader of Nimbuslus Land. "We musn't!" The others mumbled and talked among themselves, trying to figure things out. The mage was growing impatient. When the leaders came to an agreement, and decided not to trust the mage, he grew very angry.

"Then face the wrath of Mage Riolo!" he shouted, using his magic to send the gems shooting into the sky. "If I can not have them... NO ONE CAN!" The gems each shot to the four corners of the lands, disappearing from sight.

"No!" the leaders all shouted at once. The Scalus leader, in a fit of rage, shot Mage Riolo. The scholar from the Land of Emit grabbed the Scalus leader and pulled him back.

"That was not wise," the Emit leader warned. "Your rage must not control you." The Scalus leader just spat at him, growling.

"I'll be back... And the power will be mine!" Mage Riolo promised, holding his heart where the bullet hit him. Next second, he disappeared. The leaders all decided not to speak of what happened, and to go home and end the war, go back to the way things were.

But...

A promise is a promise. War has broken out in the lands again. The old leaders, Emit, Cruz, Scale, and Nimbus have been dead for centuries. Could it be the people of Scalander know of the dark secrets kept by leaders? Could they be seeking that power again? How can they know when Dead Men Don't Tell Secrets?

3/27/08 Revised Prologue Part 1 slightly. Had to fix it up anyway because the symbols got all messed up from the site crash. Also added the second part to the prologue.

3/28/08 Edited this front page with some background history.

Thanks for reading!

[THEBIRD]

Character Page
[The Good Guys]

Name: Solon


Name: Amy


(( If you want a character in the story, PM me some info on them. Mainly, I need personality, name, general age, which land they are from, some equipment they carry, and an avatar of them from tektek.org. ))

[THEBIRD]

Table of Contents
Prologue: Below
Prologue Part 2: http://nsf.projectfcd.com/index.php?topic=15618.msg303055#msg303055
Chapter One: The Crest: http://nsf.projectfcd.com/index.php?topic=15618.new#new
Chapter Two: My Dead Nobody: http://nsf.projectfcd.com/index.php?topic=15618.new#new

[THEBIRD]

Prologue: The Rising War

Crescent Island, usually bustling with crowded streets and tourists, was eerily abandoned that night. Only one man could be found walking along the streets. He wore a brown trench coat and immensely ripped jeans. His brown hair was long and untamed, knotted here and there. He also had a beard that was long enough to wrap around his body three times. As soon as this man wove his way through the empty markets and narrow passages in the market square, he broke into a run.

Blood splattered the ground after him, drops that rolled down his leg and brought him wincing with each step. The waning moon shone in the sky above, and when the moon's glow caught the crimson blood specks, it made them twinkle in the darkness. Soon, the man had lost much of his blood, but he seemed to almost be at his destination, for he was slowing down.

"Marie! Daniel!" the man croaked, coughing and spitting more blood. He was limping now and practically crawling towards one small shack by the seaside. "Marie! Daniel!" he called again, knocking weakly on the door to the shack. A young woman answered the door. She had long black hair and soft hazel eyes.

"Jehovah?" she whispered. "Daniel!" Soon, a man walked up next to Marie. He was about five inches taller then Marie and had blonde messy hair that seemed to spike up on its own, with electric blue eyes to match his mischievous grin.

His grin faded when he saw Johoven. "What happened?" Daniel asked, putting an arm around Marie.

"Scalus troops... Everywhere... Peace couldn't be made..." gasped Jehovah, taking in gasps and grabbing his spleen. "They asked... for you..."

"Who, the Scalan army or our own Crescian troops?" Marie asked quietly.

"Both..." Jehovah replied. "You are our best... And Scalus seems to agree..."

"We have to go then!" exclaimed Daniel, grabbing his coat from the closet nearby.

"We can't Dan! We have Solon to take care of!" Marie replied sharply, giving him a glare.

"Marie, I don't want our son growing up hating the other lands. If we are still at war by the time he can understand it, that's exactly what he'll do!" argued Daniel, taking a step towards Jehovah.

"He can't even talk well yet. He's only two. Dan, what happens if we die, what will happen to Solon?" Marie asked, her eyes swelling up.

"Nothing is going to happen to us. We're the best, remember?" Daniel grinned, holding out a hand for Marie.

"I can take good care o' Solon while you two lovebirds work out business," Jehovah offered.

Marie pondered Jehovah's gesture, still sniffling. "But I can't leave my boy." Dan sighed and lowered his head. "You act as if you don't care for him, Dan!"

"No! I love Solon! It's just..." Daniel trailed off.

"You miss adventure," finished Marie. "I told you there would be consequences to having a child."

"I'm sorry to break up this fight," Jehovah panted, "but we need an answer fast. I don't know how much longer... I have..." Jehovah let go of his spleen to reveal a gunshot wound.

"Jehovah! We must get you inside and clean that up! Oh my, why didn't you tell us sooner? You can't care for Solon if you're dead!" Marie gasped, dragging Jehovah inside.

"Ah, well ma'am. I don't want lil' Solon to see blood of another at such a young age. He could lose his innocence," Jehovah replied. "And you know I don't like seein' that boy sad. He's got your puppy dog eyes when he's upset."

"But he's got Dan's smile," Marie replied, giving a loving glance towards Daniel.

"Ah yes, my famous grin," Daniel laughed, showing his grin off.

"Don't worry, Solon's asleep," Marie added, getting disinfectant for the wound.

"Ah, too bad. I wanted a chance to say goodbye to him," Jehovah replied, his eyes saddening.

"He'll say goodbye to his favorite uncle soon enough. You aren't going anywhere," Daniel reassured Jehovah.

"You look a mess," noted Marie, after turning the lights on for a better look at Jehovah.

"Well, I've been undercover as a hobo for quite the time. S'pose it was only a matter o' time till them Scalan troops figured it out," sighed Jehovah.

"Marie, I don't want our son growing up in a war-filled environment. I want him to live with peace on his mind, and crazy fun-filled adventures to enjoy," Daniel told her, putting an arm on her shoulder as she worked.

"I know," she whispered, her eyes swelling up again.

"So, can we go?" he asked.

"Yes, we will go," Marie croaked. "We set sail for Scalus tomorrow."

[Triforce_Luigi]

So this is the inspiration for the rising star of an RP. Well, it looks good so far, grammar fine, spelling great.

Very good.

[Light]

I am eager to find out what happens in this fic! ;D I love the RP, so I can't wait to find the differences! Good luck.

[THEBIRD]

So this is the inspiration for the rising star of an RP. Well, it looks good so far, grammar fine, spelling great.

Very good.

Yes, this is what began the RP. If I had went ahead and made this a fan fic first, you wouldn't be playing the RPG right now :O. And yes, I'm usually good with my grammar and spelling. Bad spelling and grammar are some of my pet peeves >.>... So yes, I hope I can continue writing adequately for you :P.

I am eager to find out what happens in this fic! ;D I love the RP, so I can't wait to find the differences! Good luck.

There will be a lot of differences, seeing as the only character the same is Solon. Anyone else met along the way won't be the RPG characters. And this is the official story of Slander. The RPG is a different version of the original story, made to fit other RPGers into it.

Thanks for reading and enjoying :D.

[Joeofmars]

Whats this a fan fiction of?

[THEBIRD]

Whats this a fan fiction of?

It's not of anything. I made it up. Then, I created it into an RPG instead of a fan fic. But now, I'm making it a fan fic again now.

[Joeofmars]

... but... but... then it wouldn't be a fan fiction. It would just be a story.

[THEBIRD]

Oh yeah >.>...

Then we'll say that because I created the RPG thread first, it is based on that. Even though the RPG was actually based off the fan fic...

[Light]

I've seen original stories around here, too. It's ok.

[THEBIRD]

Now that my RP is almost over, I've decided to get on with the fan fic. Now I've got enough info of both sides to create a story that has a mix of both. If the people from the RP don't mind me using some of the characters, then I would like to use them. Of course, they probably won't be portrayed the same way you wanted them. And if they are too far from the true personality, I apologize and you can ask for them to be taken out at any given time.

Prologue Part 2: Dead Men Don't Tell Secrets

'The light... So beautiful... My parents, they look better then in the picture... I can see them, they are waiting for me. I barely remember how I got here. No, that's not true, I remember everything. It flashes before my eyes. Am I dreaming? No, this must be real. I've never felt more pain in my life. Yet, is that joy I feel? My memories... They're so strong. Some of this, I didn't even know I had. My first words, my first meal, coming home with my family when I was first born... It's all there. The pain is getting stronger now, I must be almost ready. If I blink, the memories clear away and I can almost make out what is going on around me. Ah yes, I am still in the lair. For a second, I thought I was in a better place. No one realizes I am gone yet. Understandable. We are at war. Dead men all around me. Most of them my own men. Their tongues cut out, just as the fables told. The stories all told of how ruthless and evil the Dead Men were. Who are the Dead Men? You would be very unfortunate to find out.

'The light is shining brighter now. I feel like I will just lift up and float away with it at any second... Wait, someone realizes I'm down. It's one of the Dead Men, a traitor of my own crew. There seems to be more concern in his eye as he comes toward me. Still, I think this might be his first time cutting out someone's tongue. It's a signature move of the Dead Men. I won't waste my breath on why they do it, atleast not yet. The traitor, he's closer now, he's right in front of me. He's... Trying to tell me something. I won't bother trying to communicate with him, not now. The pain is unbearable, and yet... I feel happy. I survey the scene one last time. The traitor is shaking me, yet I can't feel a thing. Everything's so blury... Some others are noticing now, too. No, don't come to my side. Fight, finish what I started. They don't understand me, they aren't mind readers.

'I feel like I owe it to myself to tell my tale. I'm dying, though. I can barely speak, let alone write. This is what the Dead Men wanted. No one really knew they existed, only read stories and thought them to be fake like Captain Hook. They didn't want to be discovered, only feared. They might just get what they want, with a cut out tongue I can not speak. But, I am fully intact still, I have a chance. Why hasn't the traitor finished his job? Stupid. He is letting his old feelings and memories get in the way. We used to be good friends. Then again, I made the same errors in my past. It seems like so long ago now...

'I want to tell my story. I owe it to myself. I owe it to the world. But, Dead Men Don't Tell Secrets.'

[Triforce_Luigi]

Whoa. Suspenseful. And as to the part at the beginning, I wouldn't mind. Also, is this Solon talking? Or someone we don't know?

[Light]

An epic second part of the prologue... good job, explaining the emotions and the senses there! ;D Oh, and I'm sure no one would mind their character being put in... I wouldn't, at least. XD