Fandom Universe Correction Agency: Black Void (COMPLETED)

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12:30 Hours, November 14th, 2552 (Military calendar) / Ŗ̶͈̯̤̝̫̳͈̥̙̯͎͇̩̼̯̦͠ͅĘ̵̛̛͎̮̣̘̟̹̬͎͖͈͔͛̿̂̓̈͂͗͗̏̆̏̓̎̌̓̊̐̿̕͘͠D̴̨̡̢̫̥̦̗̼̪̖̯̥͈̺̪̣̫̤͓̬͔̥͉͔̟̭̯͌͋̌͋̀̔͆̾̀̚̕͠Ḁ̵̝̟̘̲̟̖̟̼̺͈̋͊͐͑́̇̚͜͠͝ͅC̵̨̧̨̛̛̮̞̻̱̤̯̩̤̦͓͖̼͉̳̿̔̽̒͌͐̋̽͛̋̎͊̈́̊͒̊́̅̕͘͜͝ͅͅȚ̶̛̰̣͈̖̭̹̼̮̩̹̪͓̪̱͉̹̦̔Ę̸̼̗̗̝̪̲̖͙͉̭̦͙̟̣͈͓͙̗̦̹̤͙̫͕͑͒̀͒̏͝D̶̡̧̳̺̞̟̺͕͉̼̬̯̰̈́͊͊̆̊̈́̽́̂̈́̆͛̕͝͝,
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Interacting with: Count Gensokyo Mentions: Sir loin of beef​

So far, it was just one hostile- accompanied by some sort of talking cat. However weird it presently was, she no doubt knew it could get weirder at the drop of a pin. With the ray gun promptly kicked across the side of the room, Ellie maneuvered her way around the target to place her foot on the strange firearm. Her external speakers popped once, and she opened a secure sub-channel to relay quite the obvious to HUNK. "Weapon secured; Three is tracking the cat."

Hailey had shifted her aim to scope in on the talking feline; her finger resting above the trigger guard of her sniper rifle; dropping to a slow crouch and resting the handhold of the rifle against her right leg.

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"wait that pandemon?" Frank thought to himself, as far as he was concerned pandemon was just the villain of a d&d game he played.

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Goonfire Count Gensokyo Hahli Nuva
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The universe's slow decent into the Void drew near as the battle raged on. The mountain slowly began to crumble, the area around Siegfried and Nightmare began to evaporate like water on a hot summer day. The sky became blinding as the cracks became bigger. It was made obvious that escape needed to happen. Sonic was busy bouncing off the two Muths, simply toying with the creatures now. He leaps away from them, before looking back up to the sky.

"Hmm." Sonic said. "This seems familiar. " He looks back up to the Jawbus. "Hey, you guys done slacking?! Cause I kinda wanna get outta here." He speeds toward the big beast, running around it, creating a small tornado, in hopes he can disorient it.

The ground around the remaining fighters began to crumble away, growing ever smaller.

 

[Goonfire]

With the Jawbus trying to get a lock on Sonic, Lucia had jumped up and flipped, landing behind the charging muth. Its momentum was too great, and it crashed into the colossal Jawbus. The two went careening away from the portal, opening a narrow alley amidst all the projectiles and gas clouds. “Now!” she announced, grabbing the unconscious Aeon and tossing her through the portal. She would wait until the last possible second for Sonic and the powerful knight who saved her, keeping the portal secure for their clean getaway.
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“Pandemon is an administrator. Lower your weapons,” HUNK informed the Spartans, gesturing for them to stand down.

He made no further move to intimidate Furiza; if the stray villain wasn’t intimidated now, he may never be. “What role do you play in Konahrik’s operation? What is your hierarchy?” The questions were delivered coldly; there was no effort to be kind or positively encourage Furiza to talk.
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Storm had made her way down to the infirmary. She seated herself on the bed adjacent to Marco’s and waited for treatment. “How do you feel, child?” she asked in a motherly tone while rolling up her sleeves. She winced; the superhero had sustained several burns along her arms during the battle.
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12:36 Hours, November 14th, 2552 (Military calendar) / Ŗ̶͈̯̤̝̫̳͈̥̙̯͎͇̩̼̯̦͠ͅĘ̵̛̛͎̮̣̘̟̹̬͎͖͈͔͛̿̂̓̈͂͗͗̏̆̏̓̎̌̓̊̐̿̕͘͠D̴̨̡̢̫̥̦̗̼̪̖̯̥͈̺̪̣̫̤͓̬͔̥͉͔̟̭̯͌͋̌͋̀̔͆̾̀̚̕͠Ḁ̵̝̟̘̲̟̖̟̼̺͈̋͊͐͑́̇̚͜͠͝ͅC̵̨̧̨̛̛̮̞̻̱̤̯̩̤̦͓͖̼͉̳̿̔̽̒͌͐̋̽͛̋̎͊̈́̊͒̊́̅̕͘͜͝ͅͅȚ̶̛̰̣͈̖̭̹̼̮̩̹̪͓̪̱͉̹̦̔Ę̸̼̗̗̝̪̲̖͙͉̭̦͙̟̣͈͓͙̗̦̹̤͙̫͕͑͒̀͒̏͝D̶̡̧̳̺̞̟̺͕͉̼̬̯̰̈́͊͊̆̊̈́̽́̂̈́̆͛̕͝͝,
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All four of the Spartans disengaged from their target; securing their weapons on their person and maneuvering to a respectable distance off to the rear left of the intruder. Ellie, however, still held on to the strange-looking handgun the man had dropped.

 

[Sir loin of beef]

Specialist Goonfire

"You're not gonna believe this but I actually literally just wandered in." Furiza said as he told his tale of how he got here. "But as for how I arrived in this room I don't know."


"That would be me who's responsible for your arrival" pandemon said.

 

[Goonfire]

“We surmised that. Now answer the question,” HUNK demanded, placing his finger on the trigger, the Deagle aimed at the supervillain’s shoulder. Suffice to say, he wouldn’t be satisfied until Furiza divulged the hierarchy and his place in it.

Sir loin of beef

 

[Sir loin of beef]

Goonfire

"look! All I know is that this konah guy is working with someone called count bleck and he sent his servants dimentio and o'chunks, which for the record is a silly name." Furiza said as he nonchalantly pressed a button on the belt he was wearing with his pants, the button resulted in a forcefield that was immune to HUNKs weapons.

"I don't like bleck." Pandemon said "always plotting to destroy the biggest toy box there is! All because he lost his chance at tapping dat ass." Pandemon said, brutally trivializing count bleck's grief "don't even get me started on that inferior copy of me, dimentio" he continued as he drank a bottle of steak sauce. as in the bottle itself!

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Goonfire Sir loin of beef

"Funny, you criticize for a stupid name when yours sound like it was made up by a two year old." Fugai said, folding his arms.

"Alright, it's obvious this guy has nothing to offer us. Take him to a cell, HUNK, we'll hold him in U.C.A custody for a while before we erase his memories and chuck him back to his universe." Cugai looked back to the monitor. "Meanwhile, we must begin backup protocols. One second late and these guys are screwed. Pepperjack, get those arms ready. We don't want bad guys to follow the last two in."

Pepperjack clenched both his his hands, both hands beginning to expand in size.

"Time to come home, guys..."

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Sonic stood in confusion, he had finished running and found himself standing on a platform that didn’t know if it wanted to float on the ground, or in a 90 degree angle.

Scratching his head, he looks to the portal back to base. “Alright, this place is killing my buzz. I’m gonna head out. Later!” With that said, the hedgehog hops into the sky, backflipping into a spin dash, launching into the portal, yelling “Bingoooooooooo “

 

[Goonfire]

With Sonic gone, that left Lucia and that knight. "The world is crumbling! Come on!" she shouted to him before the relentless foes forced her to exit via the portal. She hurtled through it, landing on her feet next to Sonic and Aeon, the latter of whom was still unconscious with her face in the floor. It took a moment for the demon hunter to take in the sights. The place was foreign to her, with bits of modern technology and architecture contrasting with some antiquated elements, as though people from different eras in time banded together to found this establishment.
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HUNK put away the gun and reached in to grab Furiza's arms and forcibly escort him. "On your feet, and remove that device on your belt," he commanded knowingly. He was confident the villain wouldn't try anything, but he was taught to always prepare for stupidity.
Sir loin of beef

 

[Sir loin of beef]

Goonfire

"No, I don't think I will, this forcefield could bounce a planet off of it." Furiza said.

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Goonfire Hahli Nuva Specialist Count Gensokyo Crow Tiguidi Sir loin of beef

The universe had no more time, it’s decent into the Black Void was complete. The universe crumbled, it’s very husk being eaten by the Void. It’d be a miracle for anyone to have not been dissolved.

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The admins watched from the monitor as it fell, just about everyone had escaped. A silence filled the room, no one said a word, and only stood. However, the damp, empty feeling of cold began to dissipate when reality came back to them.

Cugai could feel himself relax. “Phew. Alright, that was a close one…”

“Crazy! Who knows how bad this is gonna get later?” Pearl said.

"Right?" Vector chimed in. "We still got like......H-How many do we have again?"

Silence hit the room again, Iron Man turning to the Admins. "You know, that Jack guy proved a good point."

"Pepperjack?" Fugai asked.

"No, the guy in the discount power armor." Iron Man started typing into CiMos, looking up at the computer. "Communications were faulty. If we're going to take these guys down, we need to know their every move. We do that, and let the agents know, we can destroy this whole operation before it gets bigger." He walks over to the elevator. "I'm going to see if I can add any updates to CiMos, maybe patch some bugs."

"...Wait, CiMos doesn't get bugs..." Cugai turned over to look at Iron Man, but he was already gone. "Erm....Alright...."

“We should also keep an eye out for the Knight.” Fugai said. “We take him down, we get our answers!”

"And how are we going to find him?" Pepperjack asked.

"With CiMos, of course." Cugai said. "It may be having problems at the moment, but it's still our most valuable tool. We just quick scan every one of the dead universes till CiMos gets a visual."

"Speaking of which, we gotta remember that Goret is still out there. I'll have Bardock and Raditz withdraw for now. I've got something else in mind if he pops up again."

“You guys do that.” Marie said, walking over to a lawn chair. “I’m going to chillax for a while.”

Cugai walked up to the remaining agents, his eyes looking up to them. "You did good out there, Agents. I know this seemed...idiotic on our part, but we will continue to keep an eye out as things unfold."

From the doorway, a large plate of food began to float near. It's mountain high amounts of carbohydrates and fiber almost intimidating. From behind, Beerus peeked his head, mouth stuffed full of food. "Ohm...Erm....nomnom....You have got to try the food down at the buffet!" He swallowed. "It's full of exotic items I've never seen before. You must come and try!" He then just turns away, floating to eat more food. "Be quick or I might eat it all!"

Cugai sighed “I’m going to go and get some…extra help. You all go and meet the others, I’ll call you back when I’ve found the something. Thank you.”

COMPLETE
You did good out there Agents! Now take some time to socialize.
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Spoiler: Warlord 1/4

Have you heard of the Multiverse Theory? Every choice we make ends up creating an alternate reality where the opposite choice was made. It’s rather simple, but think about it. In this world, you pick the apple, but in an alternate world you pick the orange.

Now, remember that, for that’s a common theme here. Are you familiar with a planet known as Nirn? No? How about Tamriel, does that sound familiar?... How about….Skyrim?

Well, there are quite a few….ok possibly millions of universes centered on this planet. Many stories centered in the land of Skyrim always had one thing in common; The Dragonborn.

The Dragonborn is a title given to those who can harness powerful abilities passed down by…ya know, dragons. Many in the form of powerful shouts, powerful enough to launch a full grown man off a mountain! Funny thing, while heroes like Superman, or Sonic The Hedgehog, are usually set in stone in different realities, a lot of the time The Dragonborn is a completely different person. On one hand, they’re a big bulky man, the other a kitty cat. I’m not making that up.

This one, however, is who we’re focusing on. His name is Hurlgog.

Disgusting name, right? Well, I suppose it wouldn’t surprise you that he’s an Orc. An orc? Hero? Unheard of, right? You’d be surprised….

You see, without boring you with some sob story, Hurlgog was thrown out into the world at a young age, fought to survive for many years, possibly befriended a bear, and got caught trying to cross the border into Skyrim for reasons he can’t remember. That’s when Alduin, the world eater, attacked. Long story short, he had a bit of a hero's journey that led him to beating Alduin, getting married, adopting two little kids, and living happily ever after.

Except that wasn’t even close to what happened afterward.

It’s a rather common theme, that Skyrim suffers from a raging civil war, caused by the Thalmor, a bunch of elitist pricks who think they’re better than everyone. Ulfric Stormcloak, leader of the Stormcloak Army, wanted freedom from the Thalmor, and was willing to do whatever it took to gain what freedom was taken. The Imperials wanted to remain in power, believing the Stormcloak cause to be a detriment for Skyrim’s welfare.

Hurlgog was indifferent, at first. He hated how both sides took their petty war over the bigger threat of Alduin. He, however, ended up siding with the Imperials, believing that they were better equipped with destroying the Thalmor, if given enough time. This led to the battle between Dragonborn, and Ulfric, eventually leading to the latter’s spine being shattered by a powerful Thu’um. The Stormcloaks had fallen.

This is where the fall begins.

Being an adventurer, Hurlgog wasn’t home a lot. His wife, Avrusa Sarethi, a Dunmer (Dark Elf), was left to watch over their home of Lakeview Manor, with their two adopted children, Blaise and Sofie. They weren’t alone, of course, they had a housecarl, Lydia, and even a personal bard, Llewellyn. Hurlgog would come home as often as he could, to make sure they’re ok, sometimes even bringing gifts, and wild game for the family to eat.

Now, remember when I talked about Multiverse Theory? Keep that in mind here.

While Hurlgog was away, his family lay in complete Oblivion on what was coming. A carriage driver was hauling six Stormcloak soldiers on a path to Lakeview Manor. They had to lay low to make sure no Imperial’s saw them passing through. What would they want by heading over to the Dragonborn’s household? Obviously, revenge for the death of Ulfric Stormcloak.

One among the soldiers had gained a map from a…shady seller. It supposedly marked a trail from Markarth, to Falkreath, all the way to the Dragonborn’s home. They gathered a few other followers, and hired a carriage to get them there. Getting from Markarth to Falkreath was easy, but from there it was…iffy.

They had made it past Falkreath, following a trail that split nature to the sidelines. The soldiers had been sitting for quite some time, some silently thinking this plan was going to fail, horribly. Others were confident that it was going to work. One soldier, the youngest, seemed to become more anxious as they went further.

“Is there something wrong, Briigs?” The only Stormcloak that didn’t wear a helmet spoke, his brown hair flowing in the wind.

“I…” Briigs looked down, then back up to the soldier. “Do you really think this is a good idea? I mean, we’re ambushing the Dragonborn of all people.”

“Doesn’t matter if he’s a Daedric Prince.” The man said. “He must pay for what he did. Because of him we’re being hunted down by those Imperial pigs. Our freedom stripped away, for those gods damned Thalmor.”

“Orcs…Ugly bastards.” One soldier said under his breath.

“Yeah, but, didn’t he save us all from being destroyed by the dragons? Surely we owe him that, Lavoure.” Briigs asked.

“Compared to that, it's better than having to bend the knee to those High Elves. Don’t think we’re here just to insult him. You came here with us to kill him, right? Don’t back out on us now.” Lavoure, the helmetless one spoke.

“But….Y-yeah….I’m sorry….”

“Good.” Lavoure said. “Don’t show a yellow belly. We do this right, and Ulfric will smile upon us in Sovngarde.”

The conversation was cut short when the carriage stopped in its tracks.

“Ey! What’s the hold up!” One soldier yelled.

“You sure I’m following this right?” The cab driver asked. “It’s one long line drawn on a map. How the hell did this client of yours convince you this was accurate?”

“When I bought it, he said he walked the path. What’s the problem?” Asked one of the soldiers.
“There’s two pathways. I don’t know which one I’m supposed to take!”

The soldiers stood. He was right. In front of a mountain were two branching pathways. The left led further up the mountains, the right kept following the trail.

“Well, what does the map show?” Lavoure asked.

“A single line?” The cab driver mocked. “Gods, are you people honestly stupid?”

“Look, just go whatever way you think is the right path.” Briggs said. “I don’t want to be out here for too much longer, I’ve got to head on home before anyone sees me wearing this armor.”

The cab driver looked at the map. The line looked like it pointed more to the right. However, if the Dragonborn were to live anywhere, it would be the mountains.

The cab driver chose to move forward and whipped the horse's reins. The horse continued to follow the path, the Stormcloak soldiers remaining silent. Within the time it took for them to realize that they went the wrong way the cab driver kicked them off and they all went into hiding.

Not in this universe, however. Here, the cab driver decided to move up above the mountains, finding Lakeview Manor.

Avursa was doing the usual, tending to her garden with care as her children played inside. She admits, it’s a rather pretty place, if not for the fact that it’s in the middle of the woods, surrounded by bears, insects, and gods know what else. She stood after planting a tulip into the ground, wiping the sweat that rolled off of her head. After she did, she noticed the band of figures slowly approaching the home. Admirers, again? Maybe beggars looking for coins? Either one sounded like an awful thing to Avursa.

It wasn’t until they got closer that her heart skipped a beat. Stormcloaks. Here? Avursa slowly stood, and began to walk over to the door. Llewellyn, the bard, walked out just as she got to the door.

“Oh, hello ma’am. I didn’t see-”

“Those men! Get them out of here!” Avursa pointed to the Stormcloaks, who were still approaching.

“Aaaaaahhh, I’m not sure if I’m well equipped for that…” Llewellyn said.

“I’ll pay you 20,000 gold if you get our ass out there and tell those men to get off my land!”

“Well, in that case, negotiations are in order!” Llewellyn walked out of her home and over to the Stormcloaks. He smooths back his hair with his saliva, and holds out his hand. “Excuse me, gentleman-” Was all he could say, before his neck was thrashed with a blade, and his body fell to the ground with a thump. Avursa quickly closed the door. Running over to the room where she, her husband, and their children, slept. Blaise and Sophie looked up at the elf.

“Momma? What’s going on?” Sofie asked.

“Shhhh!” Avursa sharply quieted her daughter. “Follow me, we need to get to the basem-”

The door smashed to the ground, all six soldiers marching in, their boots shaking the ground. Lavoure looked at the three, eyes shooting daggers at them. “Where is he?”

Avursa pulled out a dagger, both kids huddling behind her. “Leave! This land is not for the public!”

“Maybe you didn’t understand me.” Lavoure pulled out his sword, pointing it at the trio. ”Where. Is. The Dragonborn?”

“Like I’d tell a milk-drinking fetcher!” Avursa hissed.

“Fine then.” The Stormcloak slowly approached the three. “Then you’ll have to do till he gets back.”

Just then, Lavoure’s arm is hit with an arrow. He falls back, holding it. Lydia, the housecarl, who stood from the staircase, prepared another arrow. “I’m warning you right now! Leave this place, and I won’t kill you!”

“She’s only one dumb broad!” Yelled one of the Stormcloaks. “Get her!”

The bunch ran toward the stairs, Lydia running up them to gain equal ground. Two soldiers caught up with her, and swung their blades toward her back. Lydia held her shield up, blocking them. She swung her sword, managing to hit one soldier in the arm. From behind, another soldier charged at her, his warhammer up in the sky. Lydia moves as it slams into the ground.

Lydia was outnumbered, but she wasn’t about to give up yet. She charges forward, ramming her shield into the chest of the warhammer Stormcloak, knocking him back. She then swings her sword at another’s head, the blade thwacking the soldier down. She then leaps toward the one still standing, knocking him down. She holds up her blade, and thrusts it into his leg.

The soldier screams, grabbing onto Lydia’s hands. He tries to lift her arms up, but she doesn’t let loose. Lydia then pulls the sword up, and swings it above her head. The soldier watches as she’s about to end his life. That is, until the warhammer swings behind Lydia, ramming into her ribcage. Lydia flies back, crashing into a weapons display. She looks up to see a Stormcloak looming over her, before the blade of his sword plunges into her chest. Lydia grows silent…

While the commotion went on, Avursa tried to lead the kids to the basement, but found Lavoure, who drank a potion, blocking the way.

“An Orc and a greyskin.” Lavore said. “Taking care of nord children? They deserve to die just for that.”

“Bigoted pigs!” Avursa said. She held onto her children, unaware of the bloodied Stormcloaks surrounding them.

“W-What are we going to do with them?...” Briggs asked. “We’re not going to actually kill them, right?....”

“We gotta send the message somehow.” Lavoure said. “He took away our freedom. Skyrim was for the Nords. Now our children are being raised by these animals!” He slowly approached Avursa, all of them did. Avursa held her children tightly. “Now, we take something away from him.” He grabbed a nearby torch, holding it close to all three of them

“Say, kids. Did mommy ever teach you not to play with fire?....‘

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The walk home was a pain, as usual. Hurlgug couldn’t believe the day he had. Did he fight another rogue dragon? Battle a god who wanted Skyrim destroyed? No. He had to get some spice for an old lady’s recipe. Aw well, that’s what he does, right? Help people? Well, at the moment he just wanted to go home, eat something, and fall asleep.

Eating was on his mind in particular. In fact, he can almost smell his wife’s cooking as he thinks about it. Wait…

He was smelling something. He looked up to see the large smoke cloud. Something was on fire, and it was right where his home was.

“By the gods…No!” Hurlgug started running. He ran as fast as his legs could take him. As Hurlgug made it to his home, the worst feeling of dread came over him as he watched his home burn. He looked to the front of the home, Lydia and Llewellyn were lying dead. While standing in shock, the Stormcloaks surrounded him, all six bearing their weapons.

“Dragonborn!” Lavoure said. “You have damned us all to the gates of Oblivion! It’s because of you a great man is dead! That Skyrim will fall into destruction at the hands of the Thalmor!”

“What did you do?....” Hurlgog asked, still trying to process. “Where is my family! WHERE ARE THEY!?!”

“They’re no longer of your concern.” Lavoure said. “KILL HIM!”

From behind, the warhammer Stormcloak threw his weapon over Hurlgug. The Dragonborn throws up his shield and blocks his attack. The force of the hammer causes him to stagger. From behind, two Stormcloaks swing their swords at the Orc, his armor protecting him from getting cut. He pulls out his sword, swinging it at the two, but misses when the warhammer strikes across his face. His sword fell to the ground.

Fallen to the ground, the Stormcloaks surround him, one kicking Hurlgug in the face. The Dragonborn couldn’t get a grip. The day had made him tired, and hungry, in no way was he prepared to face these soldiers. Lavoure swung his sword, striking Hurlgug in the shoulder. He yelps, gripping the dirt. He grabs Lavoure’s sword, slowly standing. With his left arm, he swings his shield, bashing it into Lavoure’s face, knocking him back.

Briggs watched as the Dragonborn, tired and angry, walked toward Lavoure, wrapping his hands around his throat. Hurlgug threw the Stormcloak to a nearby tree, his body slamming into it with much force. Hurlgug grabbed his blade, and held it above Lavoure, but was stopped then dirt was thrown into his eyes. He yelled, swinging his sword wildly. Briggs helped Lavoure, who gave him a thankful look.

Hurlgug couldn’t see, but he knew he was in for a wallop. A sharp pain grazed his cheek, a large thump ramming his chest, the feeling of swords swinging at him, his armor slowly becoming more and more worn. Then, his body could feel itself get flung in the air, the warhammer Stormcloak had rammed his weapon into the Orcs jaw, launching him behind a rock. The others slowly walked over to the Dragonborn, many keeping their distance.

Hurlgug lay in pain, wishing he said no to the old woman. If he didn’t waste his time running around like an idiot, he'd be refreshed enough to kill these measly men. If only he’d come home sooner…..home…..Home!....By the gods! His family!!!!

Briggs walked over to the Dragonborn, before turning to the others. “W-We did it. By the gods! We avenged Ulfric Storm-” Was all Briggs could say, before the loud screams of an berserking Orc flung itself towards him. The blade of Hurlgugs sword slicing into Briggs, who screamed like mad.

Hurlgug was up, his eyes were burning as he looked at the Stormcloaks, who still held their ground. Lavoure expected it not to be that easy. Three of the Stormcloaks charged at the Dragonborn. The Orc ran toward the three, they spread out to surround Hurlgug. The Dragonborn rammed his shield into the one in front of him, staggering the soldier. He then jabbed his blade into the man's chest, pulling the blade out, and swinging it to decapitate the soldier.

Hurlgug turns to the soldier at his left as he swings his sword. Hurlgug blocks the attack, and swings his sword at the soldier's waist. He fell on his knees, screaming, before his head was forcefully grabbed. Hurlgug chucked the man at the other Stormcloak, knocking them both down.

The Warhammer Stormcloak lifted his hammer above his head, about to smash the Orc, only for Hurlgug to pounce at him, stabbing the soldier over and over with his blade. Only one left. Lavoure slowly backed away, and with a yelp, ran the other way. “I yield! Spare me!” He screamed. Hurlgug let out another yell, throwing Visc toward the Stormcloak like a spear. It stabs through his body, the once proud Stormcloak now lying on the floor.

With all the Stormcloaks lying dead on the ground, Hurlgug once again yelled, his orcish fury had claimed him victory. With a huff, he began to regain his own sense of awareness. The battle was no longer important. He turned to the inferno that his house had become. He took a deep breath. “Fus…RO DAH!!!!” From his body, a large blast of wind blasted away the burning roof, the wood falling into the river behind the house.

Hurlgug ran inside, looking around for his family. Nothing was spared. Furniture, decorations, his trophies from many of his travels….Gone.

But that didn’t matter. He needed to find his family. The moonlight shined into the home, and with it did he lay his eyes on a horrid sight.

“No…..”​

Hurlgug fell to his knees. His wife…His children…He was too late….Gods, why? Why did they have to die!? Thoughts ran through the Orc's head, as he slowly cradled his wife in his arms. She was cold. He needed to warm her in his embrace…..but it was just cold….

---

The morning came, Falkreath guards had come with a carriage. Many stood silent, watching in awe at the horrid sight. Hurlgug sat next to the carriage, it held the corpses of all those who died that night. Hulgug was still in disbelief, his sorrow had made it impossible for him to even sleep. His burning eyes begging for death, as he did.

“Damn…. Here I thought the Dragonborn was untouchable.” One guard said. “This….I can’t imagine losing everything like that.”

Hurlgug hugged onto the side of the carriage like a scared child holding their mother’s dress. He was unaware that the guards told the carriage driver to get moving. Without warning, it began to move, causing Hurlgug to almost fall over. He looks up, seeing them take away his family.

“W-Wait!” He whimpered. “Don’t take them….” He watched, a shaking hand reaching out to the carriage. They can’t just take them from him like that. A guard walked up to him, sighing.

“Well, The Jarl wanted to let you know that he gives you his condolences. No one should experience this. Makes you wish you could…well, I’ll let you be.”

For another few hours, Hurlgug sat alone on the ground. His destroyed home is the only thing surrounding him now. All he could think about was how much of a failure he was. How could he save the world from dragons, and yet let his own family die. In fact, listening to these thoughts over and over made him numb. So numb that he couldn’t form proper thoughts anymore.

He stood, and turned to the rubble of his home. He figured, why not just bury himself, and wait for death to take him. Using what little strength he had left, he began to push away the rubble, but as he did, the need to keep digging kept getting larger. He didn’t know why…

As he dug, he noticed a glimmer of gold, perhaps savings that survived the fire. He began to dig out what he saw, being careful not to damage it when he pulled it out.

A mask….
​

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[Sir loin of beef]

UltraWagonWheel24
"Woah! Frank! We gotta try some of those before Mr Beerus eats everything!" Kevin says "finally, something we can both agree on." Frank declares with a smug look on his face as he walks towards the buffet with his right hand man with him.

 

[Mirai-chan]

Lin had heard when frank said he gotta try ome food before mr beerus."Hmm, New foods to taste Fascinating."He muttered to himself. As an Android and a Curious guy, He wants try out some good Food and other stuff. He Headed to the Table to Eat and Check out.

 

[Xen6n]

A dimensional rift appeared in the buffet as Kain flew through it holding the Darkhold under his arm. Since the Dark Dimension possesses more powerful reserves of eccentric power there, he wanted to study and practice using the Darkhold there. Behind him, one could then see the dark and foreign landscape of the Dark Dimension before the dimensional rift closed. Time did not exist in the Dark Dimension and thus he was really hungry, as powerful as he is, he's still human and can be killed like one too.

While walking over to the table of appealing food, he remembered there was a group who ventured to another universe. for what he didn't know but he wanted to meet this group and probably apply to help because he hasn't gotten close to his goal of finding what or who is destroying these realities. He looked around the table and saw a guy with a trench and blue hair, he had a slim figure and Kain wondered if he was with the group.

Walking over to them ( Mirai-chan ) "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but are you one of the heroes who just went to the universe? And the name's Kain Morris."

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Goonfire Count Gensokyo Tiguidi Sir loin of beef Hahli Nuva Crow Specialist Xen6n Mirai-chan


Within the buffet lay a plethora of various foods. Some that would seem familiar to many, while other foods were rather alien. Beerus floated by a table that had eight individuals sitting around it, many of them talking to one another. As Beerus went to get more food, he's approached by a familiar voice. "Wow, Lord Beerus, I didn't know you had a job!"

Beerus almost choked on his spit. Coughing, he turned over to see a familiar spikey haired Saiyan. "Goku?! What in the Multiverse are you doing here!?!?!"

"Oh, I was told that some crazy stuff was happening, and the guys here wanted my help. So, I came by to see what's goin on, see if there was anyone I can spar with. Say, what are YOU doing here?"

"For your information, Goku" Beerus began. "I'm here because Whis wanted to spend some time alone. These heretics shouldn't get attached, because after this whole "Black Void" thing is over and done with, I'm going home and pretending this never happened."

"Ah, well, I guess that makes sense. Say, I know I don't really work here, but is it possible I can get some grub?" Goku asked, rubbing his starving tummy.

"Help yourself, I don't care." Beerus shoveled some alien food into his mouth as Goku grabbed a plate to fill it up.

The eight that sat around seem important, almost as if they're connected with the Black Void mission somehow.... Who am I foolin, of course they are.

Goku and Sonic are currently unavailable.

Listen up, Agent. The ally system is designed to assist when the going gets tough, so if you think any of these bad boys (and girls) can help you the best, give them a call!

(More or less, they are suppose to hint on how particular bosses can be beaten. Choose wisely, unless stated otherwise, only a few can be summoned at a time.)​

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"oh my gosh! The Goku!" Kevin begins fanboying

 

[Mirai-chan]

Lin was Eating some Cut up meat that he put in his Ramen Noodles with his Chopsticks, And he then noticed the back-haired Guy, Wearing a Cloak of some sort calling out to him. He turned to face the man, Who introduced himself."No, not really i just got here from doing a Special ops mission in London."The blue-haired android said. He bowed at kain a bit."I am L.I.C.O.S but call me lin."He said introducing himself.

Mentions: Xen6n

 

[Xen6n]

Kain returned the gesture by bowing slightly as well, its a habit he picked up in Kamar-Taj. "Nice to meet you Lin, well I presume your new to the multiverse concept and I don't blame you, the Multiverse is a concept about which we know frighteningly little"

He gestured to a seat at the table Lin was sitting at, "May I?"

Mention/s: Mirai-chan

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"hi Patrick!" Kevin waves to the starfish. "I'm Kevin! And that there talking to Raphael is frank!"

"Greetings Raphael." Frank says to the ninja turtle "where are your brothers?"

 

[Mirai-chan]

Lin nodded."That's something i agree with since i am new this stuff but, This multiverse thing is fascinating and full of wonderous unknown possibilities."He said. Lin looked at him with his blue eyes and nodded."Soo, Where are you from?"He asked wanting to know about kain.

Meantions: Xen6n

 

[UltraWagonWheel24]

Sir loin of beef
Patrick didn't respond much, instead his mouth was so overstuffed that he spouted out random gibberish. Raphael didn't pay the child any mind, focusing on eating than socializing.

Mirai-chan Xen6n
Approaching the duo, Pepperjack, one of the Administrators, waved his hands. "You two. You're here to help with the Black Void too, right? I'd assume cause all the others here are helpin with that."

 

[Sir loin of beef]

UltraWagonWheel24

Frank decides to get a cup 'o pizza for himself along with the Turkish delight.

Kevin meanwhile eats a Krabby patty, and gets a bueno nacho.

 

[Xen6n]

Kain couldn't agree more, the Multiverse is a big place with endless possibilities and infinite dangers. When his mentor first told him of the existence of other universes, it took him a while to grasp such a concept. Sitting down on a chair at the table where Lin is.

"Well, I'm from a universe where an alternate version of myself destroyed the Embodiment of Death, which lead to the concept of death ceasing to exist. But this artifact, known as the Eye of Agamotto..."

Pointing to the eye-shaped amulet that is attached to his black suit, at the bottom of his throat.

"Sent my alternate version's soul back in another timeline where the Old Ones never took over the universe. I don't think you wanted to hear all that but I come from a fairly technologically modern universe, with cars, buildings and stuff"

But he then saw someone come up to them and address themselves, they were very large and pudgy, with grey skin and blubbery skin. He nodded at them when he asked if they were to help. "Yes we are, the name's Kain Morris, Sorcerer Supreme of my universe, are you one of the leaders here?"

Mention/s: UltraWagonWheel24 Mirai-chan