WARP: Write Action Role-Play!

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In this thread, you can put your speed writing skills to the test by sending your OCs on adventures. Sounds simple, right? There are some rules I'd like to get out first:

1. One adventure at a time.
2. No out-of-character actions. Corresponds somewhat with Rule No. 5.
3. If you intend to add any twists to the story, make sure they're built up first.
4. Content-wise, keep it to WP standards.
5. All writers willing to put their characters into the game must submit character applications in the WARP Character Sheet/Story thread here. Additional details regarding this rule will be present on said thread.
6. When adding on to the story whilst using other people's OCs, please stay true to them. Also corresponds with Rule No. 5.

EDIT: Feel free to add on to the story. We can build from it as we go along.

The Lone Wolves

For Ryu "Alphaboy" Ogata, the woods brought with them a sense of nostalgia and of the unknown. It felt like only yesterday that he was on Jumac II, marching with the Scouts while carrying a record twenty pounds of gear. One of the things that the higher ups in the Agency noted when skimming through his file was physical prowess beyond the norm for a boy of twelve. To good to be entirely human, they probably thought. However, this wasn't a time to get sentimental; this was a survival and reconaissance op, not a hike. Agency satelites picked up possible ZOFIC activity miles from the dirt trail where Ryu was walking. He had yet to encounter anything that would permanently prevent him from attending Dalton.

ZOFIC. The Zentaran Organized Front for Intelligence and Conquest. Alpha had had a few run-ins with them in the past, and when they did, they almost always ran into Zauraeleus Rostantik, the organization's leader. Still walking, Ryu scratched the spot on his left forearm where Zaur had given him his present.

"You think I do this to please them?" By them, Zaur referred to his relatives in the Royal Family of the Zentaran Empire.
If he was here, if he was connected to the activity up ahead... Ryu shuddered, but was open. A thing he had learned in the Star Scouts was to improvise in serious situations should the usual routes (in this case, the new toys given to him by Gapor and his Walther PPK) fail.
There was something else off about the woods. The satelite imagery showed not only possible ZOFIC hostiles, but a lone wolf engaging said hostiles. Judging from the shape seen in the vidfeed, this guest appeared to be a very large and powerful male; he was practically tossing his attackers down like flies...

Garvis was angry. Very angry.

He had been ripped from his home completely against his will, and now he was being attacked by beings he simply couldn't understand. As soon as the strange things had seen him, they had assaulted him. They had strange devices he presumed were weapons strapped to their backs, but they fought with tooth and claw. He could respect that, he could understand that.

He could fight that.

These strange beasts were only the size of men. His formidable stature as a half giant meant he could simply break the things whenever they came within reach of him.

Garvis ended his reflections as another of the beasts jumped at him. The strange thing slammed into his chest and tried to tear at him, but he simply plucked it from his chest and slammed it into a conveniently placed tree with his left hand.

There was a crunch. The best fell. It stayed down.

Garvis looked at the rest of the assembled creatures, his gaze level. "Can't we discuss this like reasonable people?" he asked, his bass voice coming out as a rumble.

In answer, another beast jumped at him. Annoyed, he merely swatted it down and stomped on it's head. When he moved his foot, he found he had completely crushed the creatures skull. 'No talk then' the half-giant thought as he snapped a hefty branch from overhead and brandished it at his assailants.

With a grin, Garvis charged into their midst and began to devastate the fragile things ranks, laughing as he did.

Ryu was still on the dirt road when he heard the ruckus. Gunshots, roars of pain, and bellowing laughter echoed through the woods. He rushed through the brush to investigate, and what he saw was what appeared to be a huge, overgrown boy. He was some distance from the giant and his assailants, looking down into a desolate rock quarry. He put on his helmet, and increased the magnification of his visor. The suspicions of the Agency were confirmed: ZOFIC was here.

The day Kevin had expected the most, and feared the most, finally came. Battle. Where he could prove himself, use his skills at his fullest, and perhaps do some heroic deed that would put him on the fast track to knighthood. Or the day he could be unlucky and die in battle. Kevin didn't like the idea, but someone as skilled as him wasn't going to die anytime soon. And at his position, the leader of one of the monastery's archery division, it was unlikely that something bad would happen to him. That thought reminded him yet again of Mark, the former leader of the very same division. Kevin hadn't expected to be given his position after the tragic accident Matt had suffered in the woods near the cave, so it had came as a pleasant surprise. Retribution came only to those who got caught, he'd know that for a long time, and it was good to be reminded of it from time to time. He motioned his group, about eight other squires, to follow him.

His position had it's perks. He had been given a breastplate, greaves, and a nice helmet, (which he had enchanted himself later) while the rest of the people had to content themselves with chainmail. Still better than a militiamen, he thought with glee, who had to content themselves with many layers of cloth, which they had to quilt together by themselves. He and his group kept trotting, until they finally reached their destination.

Intelligence in the capital city had pinned down the location of an important rebel camp. It looked almost like an stronghold, deep in the mountains, and hard to access. Siege weapons would have made short work of the walls, but they were too big to get there, so the only option was storming it. The militiamen and the monastery's foot division were already closing in, and at their signal, he and his men would flood the stronghold with a hail of enchanted arrows, which would explode in contact (lightly, but better than nothing) and maybe cause a fire. At the same time, the foot soldiers would try to rush it. When they were too near for the archers to shoot safely, they would reach for their swords and go in as well. So they did. Many militiamen died before getting to the stronghold, as it was expected. But many reached it, and when it was clear that they had gotten in, Kevin gave the order to charge. The enemy archers were either dead or busy fighting inside, so there were no casualties while they reached it. Inside, Kevin shouted: "Time to cleanse them of their sins!" His men followed furiously. They truly believed that they were doing the right thing, following the rules, slaying the enemies of God and the Empire. Bless them. Kevin slashed, smashed, bashed, making sure he didn't get too far from him comrades. Teamwork was essential, it gave the enemy other people to attack. He activated his light aura when they were starting to win; they would be now too terrified to attack the guy in the shining armour. He got cockier, used flashier movements that would be sure to attract attention, but at this point there wasn't much that the enemy could do. He stormed the main cabin, ready to slay some big rebel brute, and get the glory for the day. When he saw an old man, he was dumbfounded. Killing him wouldn't be as impressive, he noted with disappointment.
- "Surrender now, in the name of the King, and you may yet live to see another day!" bellowed Kevin. "Your men are dead or dying, and you have nowhere to run!"
- "I will live", answered the old man, calmly, too calmly. "I'm afraid I can't say the same about you."

Kevin felt how something engulfed him, something big, something powerful, something dark. A sense of dread overtook him. He fought it, he activated his Light aura to the max, but it was stronger than him.

- "You're only delaying the inevitable, silly templar. Your light is no match for this"

That rang a bell in Kevin's mind. He turned off his shield, and used another one he had only practiced in dark caves, and that now seemed stronger than ever. He engulfed himself in darkness, and felt at home within that force. He could command it now. The old man opened his eyes slightly, in surprise.

- "There is more in you than what meets the eye, I'm surprised. I'm sorry it will not be enough. You won't die right away, but it's the same to me. You're banished!"

Kevin felt the earth spin around him, while the old man disappeared, the cabin disappeared, everything disappeared. He felt as if he was weightless, falling from a great distance. Was this the end? No!. Kevin shone a light, and soon everything was flooded by it. He felt as if he was slowing down. An unfamiliar landscape was forming around him. He wondered what would be awaiting for him there, and whether he'd make it home in one piece.