A Lego Universe Creations Lab story by: Lolimon the Wise
Gather round, travelers, to hear a strange tale, Of a brave young warrior. A tale of the trials through which he’d prevail Despite all his barriers. Of dragons he faced in the valley To corruption among courtiers. If you’ve no place to be now, then listen To me now and hear The tales of Crux Nadir…
Chapter I, part 1
Bursts of light flashed through the falling snow. Dark maelstrom clouds hung tightly to the worldchunck, reluctant to let the forces of imagination gain any ground. Smoke clouded the atmosphere, quickly changing it to a hazy grey. A draught of wind ephemerally cleared the fog and revealed a brilliant line of Nexus Force volunteers outlined clearly against the snowy landscape. A narrow river threaded its way through the scene, frozen over. Its surface swept bare of snow by the eddying winds. Each bank was lined by a deep drift -- the only barriers which the bare landscape offered against the veritable salvo of maelstrom and imagination. Two lines faced each other, blasters blazing. The farthest was a disjointed army of Maelstrom empathizers. Within twenty yards lay their mortal enemies, arrayed in Venture League uniforms. The Nexus troopers lay in a furrow, which had been scraped into the snow behind the uneven drifts just hours before by the same hands that now frantically discharged their imagination blasters. Wreaths of water vapor mingled with billowing smoke as the hot bolts melted embrasures in the drift. A uniformed figure hurried a brick behind the soldiers extended legs, hunched over to keep the mounded snow between his head and the enemy's line of sight. He was headed toward a knot of officers who crouched near the Nexus Force line's center. For a moment, the feather in his hat peaked the top of the drift. A shower of Maelstrom bolts instantly sliced the air all around and he dived for cover, landing among the prone officers in a small avalanche of snow.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
"Edge, you fool, are you trying to smash yourself?" demanded one of the prone figures. "My apologies, Colonel." TwoEdge scrapped a layer of snow from his hat and grinned. He was young, probably about seventeen years old, but strong and well-built. His eyes sparkled. "It wouldn't make sense to end my own poor existence with so many Stromlings willing to relieve me of the duty." The Colonel smiled slightly. "You're a droll lad, Edge. I trust there's a reason for your rather reckless entrance?" "Yes, Sir." As TwoEdge finished dusting his upper body, some markings emerged signifying his rank as Lieutenant Colonel. "A courier just brought orders to advance and drive the Maelstrom Empathizers from the other bank, Sir." "Advance? Very well. Our flanks are supported then?" the Colonel asked, slightly preoccupied. "I don't think so, Sir." The Colonel frowned. "That makes no sense. Why didn't you bring the courier to me?" "I tried to but a Maelstrom bolt got in the way, er, Sir." The Colonel's creases contracted further, they stood out on the otherwise smooth forehead -- brought by many woes, not many years. "Very well. If General Whittier gave the order, he must have a plan." The Lieutenant colonel scratched his head. “Actually, it was an order from General Palomar, sir.” “Why in thunder is General Palomar giving orders?” “The courier said that General Whittier was captured. “ “Which puts Palomar in a position to give us orders…” The Colonel lay motionless, Whittier was a friend. If Palomar is in command—He shook his head. A Maelstrom bolt screamed through snow drift a few inches above him and tore the feather from Edge‘s hat. "I'm afraid, Edge, that the Strommlings heard you and are attempting to relieve you of your 'poor existence' as you termed it." "Very well then, my epitaph shall read that I was smashed forgotten by kith and kin on a lonely steppe in Crux Nadir, remembered only by my one dear friend in life." The Colonel grunted. "Order a charge. I don’t agree with Palomar, but I can’t disobey." The lieutenant Colonel stiffened. “We’ll be ducks in a barrel out there!”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Include any information you like, but you must include these:
Name: Jay
Age: HMM, I've never really thought about her age. :0 How abooouuuut 19. :P
short backstory: Jay grew up in a spick and span little town, was the weirdest person there and really enjoyed wearing bowties and clothes from the 50's for some reason. She took in two purple cats, who just so happened to be monstrous shape shifting beasts and, much to her neighbors relief, disappeared. In search of adventure and a place where canned peas didn't exist. hurraaaay *Throws confetti*
Personality/traits: Jay is an incredibly awkward person, despises talking to people and is bad at communicating. Always cranky when people try to start conversations with her. Mischievous, cocky, enjoys pulling pranks on people, super sneaky, loves showing off, hates physical contact. Most people thinks she's a terrible person. She is, most of the time. But once you get to know her she's a very caring and genuine person, very loyal and will always be there for a friend. She has a hard time expressing herself, can be obnoxious without realizing it, bad at thinking things through. Usually cracks jokes at the worst of times. Seriously HATES being late for anything.
Whoops! Didn't see the bio sheet at first, haha. ^-^ Hope this is ok. :D
Include any information you like, but you must include these: Name: Essa Tanter (last name is from my story not my real name)
Age: 18
short backstory: Was a child obsessed with fantisy and adventure, but then she tragically GREW UP! And had to face the harsh world that made everything hard for her. When she turned barely 16 she was drafted. Fortunatly she is a crack shot and can hit almost anything. This along with the parcor she took when she was still younger helps her survive the harsh life of being drafted.
Personality/traits: Determined, no nonsense. Really has no interest in talking to anyone or opening up. (so far) Is very loyal. However she struggles with depression occasionally and loneliness often. She is good under pressure and can lie well, but she doesn't like to and can be rebellious if she thinks she being made to do something wrong. Also has problems with submiting to bullies and pushy people. Has a strange mark on her left bicep (one the inside against the ribs area).
Shooezz why not. Okay, there. I went back and familiarized myself with the chapter there and accordingly tried to give you lots to work with. You can change some things if you need too as well.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 19:59:05 GMT
Name: Meihua Taozi (pronounced "May-hwa Tow-tzu")
Age: 18
Short backstory: Meihua was born and raised in China (that exists, right?), learning English/the common language as a child and moving to (insert civilization here) as a teen...without her parents, who stayed behind to work. From then on, she lived by herself and worked on writing and illustration, her works popular online for their poetic, almost ethereal nature. When Maelstrom attacked her home one day, almost destroying it, she was forced to give up her humble lifestyle and fight back.
Personality/traits: Meihua is generally mild-mannered, gentle, introverted and polite, but she can be quite tough and brave when the situation calls for it. She is a bit of a dreamer, often spacing out or speaking somewhat poetically/in a slightly abstract manner. Having been learning the common tongue for years, her skills are quite good, if not with a slight Chinese accent.
Appearance: Somewhat short and sort of curvy, with a cute, round face and big brown eyes. Short-ish, wavy dark hair. Wears oval glasses in casual situations, favors comfortable clothes. In a more combat-oriented situation, she takes off her glasses to prevent losing/breaking them and wears contacts instead, and switches to a qipao-like dress (similar to Chun-Li from Street Fighter) lined with protective technology, though still cute and comfortable enough for her to stay in. (Qipao="cheongsam" (which is Cantonese) in Mandarin, pronounced "chee-pow")
Abilities: Talented writer, artist, and poet. Fluent in Mandarin Chinese and common/English. Fast and nimble, hits surprisingly hard and with good aim. Do not underestimate her just because she's cute.
Include any information you like, but you must include these: Name: Emarcee
Age: Unknown/undisclosed
short backstory: Emarcee was once a Great Being from Spherus Magna (BIONICLE universe) but renounced his position when he found his colleagues to be arrogant and self-entitled. He has since taken his technology with him to the LEGO Universe (apparently). Using Great Being technology, Emarcee was able to transfer his consciousness into the body of a synthetic minifig he had created, much in the same way Vellika transferred his mind into a Matoran (see the BIONICLE Universe's lore). He has since joined the Sentinels and sports modified armor that allows him to control lightning. He actively enjoys being part of the fight against the Maelstrom as it allows him to be a complete showoff.
Personality/traits: Emarcee possesses a strong sense of right and wrong -- but also believes complete selflessness is wrong. Emarcee dislikes martyrdom and will actively take threats head on -- especially if he knows people around him will be prone to sacrifice themselves for "the greater good." In this sense, Emarcee is what you might call a 'control freak'. In normal circumstances he does not act like this -- but in the heat of a battle: he does. Emarcee has been known to telekinetically throw allies into the dirt to take on enemies they're fighting himself. Some call this bad teamwork. Others may call it over-protectiveness. All that is certain is that he has clearly shown the power to act this way and not need to care, but those around him probably cannot help but wonder just when Emarcee himself will meet his match.
Faction: This has already been stated but Emarcee is a Sentinel through and through.
Weapon of Choice: Any spear or polearm will do for Emarcee, though he is also known to be fond of other melee weapons.
If you hadn't tagged me, I probably wouldn't have seen this fantabulous story until later! ^-^ ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
*Bookmarks* 
And had to face the harsh world that made everything hard for her. When she turned barely 16 she was drafted. Fortunatly she is a crack shot and can hit almost anything. This along with the parcor she took when she was still younger helps her survive the harsh life of being drafted. 
You can change some things if you need too as well. 
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