Ultimate War III
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Ultimate War III: Long Live the Evil Power is the third in the Ultimate War RPG series.
Ultimate War III: Long Live the Evil Power
A new begining for the RPGer's who loved the UW series. This third installment is set 35 years from the end of Ultimate War: Ruins of Combat.
Intro
After the great fall of Giygas and the disbanding of the balancers the universe fell into an uneasy peace. Except for one planet…
On this planet the legendary mask of magic fell from the heavens. A villager from a nearby town found the mask one day when out hunting, and it began to talk to him. He placed it in a shrine and brought villagers to worship it. They brought it all it desired and the entire town was entrapped in the mask’s cult for it had started it. After a year of worship the mask demanded raw materials be brought to it. It demanded hardened protodermis, titanium and all the diamonds they could get and more. These tasks killed several villagers yet they still worked themselves to death to serve the mask. After 30 years of this, and hundreds of pounds of raw materials the mask saw fit to tell the villagers how to revive its once great owner. It required a portal to the nether realm and a toa who fell into the unknown around the same time the mask arrived on the planet. The villagers first decided to take upon themselves the building of the portal. This required the raw materials they had gathered over the last several years and they were about to use it to build the portal when the Mask spoke. “Do not use the materials you have already gathered!” It warned, “If you do my owner will have nowhere to go, no you must gather more for the portal,” And they did. By the next year they had built the awe-inspiring portal to the nether realm. From there they set upon finding the toa that had been lost to the collapse of the great evil.
The nine head cultists searched the planet far and wide, seeking the fate of the toa. The forth Cultist found the Great Library and in it a collected history of the second Ultimate War. In this book it listed the fate of each major participant. The only one that matched the mask’s description went like this: -and so, after being mortally wounded Bidrake forced himself into the void where he could heal until the universe needed him again. Since then his memory has faded from the minds of all but the Rahkshi.
After reading this the forth cultist went back to the town to rendezvous with the other eight. He told them his findings and with the help of the mask they began to build a portal that would bring them to the void. The nine ravened the country looking for anything that could take them to the void, a teleporter or a stargate. No success. They continued looking across the entire world. The nine didn’t find anything until they reached the farthest northern point of their world. At the very top was a shimmering pool of what looked like molten magic. They cut it out of the ice in an ice shaped bowl which, amazingly, seemed incapable of melting. The nine carried it back to the village and placed it in a dugout hole in front of the mask. It told them how to go into the pool and retrieve the almost dead toa. They did so. Each jumped into the pool, one after another. Once inside it was clear the pool was a wormhole to the space between all dimensions, the void. They searched for about 5 minutes before the found the toa, floating. He was the only thing in the void after all. The nine cultists pulled Bidrake out of the pool and back to there village. There they set up a huge circle in front of the portal to the nether realm, surrounding the circle was all the raw materials they had gathered since the year after the mask had arrived. The Cultists took their places around the circle and placed the mask in a hover position above the toa, in the middle of the circle. They began to chant and chant, and chant. The portal to the nether realm turned on and as the Cult leaders chanted the raw materials from around them flew into the air and took the form of a toa. Part’s of Bidrake’s body flew into the form floating above him. A dark shape then emerged from the body of Bidrake. All around could sense it was evil, and the evil split into nine parts, each of it took a hole between the nine cultists, then it began to spin, evil surging through each of there bodies, and as it went through each one a bit of light was with it, the light moved into Bidrake’s body. The darkness stopped after going through 6 times, it then flew into the moving form of the body above the toa. The nine cultists were now dark shapes, you couldn’t tell what they were anymore, all you could tell was that they were evil. Now as they continued chanting a shape stepped out of the portal, it looked around seeing where it was and moved into the body that was forming above Bidrake. As it merged with the body, the body’s eyes opened and the mask attached itself to his face. He then hovered for another 3 seconds and slowly descended to the earth. He reached down on the near lifeless corpse of Bidrake and took a sword he had attached to his back. “I doth return, as I hath prophesized.” He said, “Now bow down to me as your master, Brogen, the Toa of Magic.” The nine cultists bowed in front of their lord and master. “You are now the mask wraiths,” Brogen addressed them, “Take these gifts from me and we shall roam the cosmos taking the universe for me.” Next to each wraith a robotic horse formed from the raw materials around them, along with a death metal sword, and a black ghostly cloak for each. A cloak then formed along Brogen’s back as a robotic horse for himself appeared. “Toss the nonbeliever back into the pool,” Brogen said. The last of the raw materials, and what had made the portal to the nether realm were then atomized into a great space ship. The 9 wraiths and their master teleported onboard.
