The Lost Wanderers
For we are the Lost Wanderers, trapped b
y fate, doomed to wander forever in this wasteland called "Life".
Motto: Only fate binds us.
Purpose: We are but wanderers, lost in our lives. The unity of the wanderers shall create Entangled Fates: Our lives, our stories shall connect with each other, one way or another, and from there, a legacy will be born: The Legacy of the Wanderers. (In short, a story-based clan, but also encourages freedom for writers) There'll be weeklies to continue certain wRHG's plot, while others are simply for practice.
Flag: In progress
Clan Story: Will be processed.
Clan Members:
GamerXD8
Lucario the Blue Brawler
XDHunterNest
Zackeroar
RaWrz-Cupcakes44
DonJhea "The Reckless" Kenner
Contacts:
(AKA: Sub-members who can participate in the Entangled Fates event)
None.
Past members:
GlacierSnake
Masaru- The Frozen Warrior
BoomerangReturns
Titus/Bane
Codincx
The Crystal Warrior
Clan Events:Weekly 1 is finished. With GamerXD8 (Me...) and Glacier not finished.
Rise from the Ashes
The fall of a clan, the disappearance of their comrades, the remaining few scattered across the city of Stickpage. Blending into the midst of civillians, they bided their time, waiting until the time was right. And now, The Lost Wanderers was born, uniting lost souls in this barren called "life" for one purpose: To lead the misguided travelers to their next destination.
Task: Write about your joining The Lost Wanderer. You can also write about the clan's first meeting and future actions, if you wish.
Word Limit: None.
Deadline: 30/9/2013.
Result: Uh...Good enough? Finished works: BoomerangReturns, Zackeroar, Codincx. Unfinished: GamerXD8, Glacier. ( ;-; )
Note: I, GamerXD8, will be working hard to get this done...before the end of this year. Honest. And also, it's a two-parter.
[LEFT]
Ruins.
Titus looked around at the carna
ge. In the middle of the sandy desert two miles out from Stickpage, sat a combination of crumbled stone and various objects you'd find in a building. Sand blew onto the destroyed stone, covering it up somewhat. The wind blew again, creating dust clouds going up into the sky as Titus sat on a large piece of jagged gray stone.
He didn't really know what to do about his emotions. He wasn't really surprised the place had fallen, but he had wished it wouldn't have been so soon.
When Titus had first arrived, the clan was at a state of unrest as it was. A month passed. Cyber Virus, their clan mate, had been on edge for a while at the time. He was too rageful, to put it lightly. But he was kept because he was loyal to the clan. And when Arvine, the leader, went missing, he finally lost it. In his rage, he destroyed the entire building and went into the desert. He hadn't been seen since.
Beside him was a young man by the name of Lucario, with blue eyes and the hair to match. He had a fur collared vest on and normal jeans, along with a hanging tooth around his neck. He was the only member other than himself left. They both had been staring into the horizon morosely for quite some time now.
Titus sighed heavily and stood up from the jagged stone, his feet sinking a bit into the hot sand. He looked to his right, to where his room used to be. It was all a wreck like everything else, except there was also pieces of wood from his desk everywhere. His bed had been completely flattened, and the big hunk covered in sand that was once his television sat next to it. Just when he was about to give up on his search for what he wanted, he saw a glint near the ground. He looked down to find a handle.
Titus smiled slightly and ran to the handle. He took it out through the sand to find his sand covered Massacre. He brushed the sand off to find it still good as new. Next to that sat a picture frame, the glass covered in sand.
He blew the sand off to find his painting of Sidney, her smile still as beautiful as ever as she sat on the bench. Just looking at that made him smile, even with the circumstances.
He took the painting out of the picture frame and folded it up before putting it into his pocket while he put Massacre into it's respective holster. He was happy he found the only two things in this room he really cared for.
Titus turned around to find Lucario looking at him. Luke's blue eyes and Titus' dark green ones locked, waiting for the other to say something.
Luke was the first to say something. "I'm going to be leaving. Wander the desert and maybe find some people to fight,"
Titus wasn't surprised in the slightest. Like himself, Luke was a wanderer at heart. He had came here to fight and Stickpage was good for it. But he didn't like being confined for too long, and the clan was one of the only reasons he had stayed.
"I'm going to say my goodbyes to the other gladiators and leave too." Titus replied. He was itching to leave too. He denied the thought in the back of his mind of becoming attached to this place.
More silence. They stood there, taking in the fallen clan. There was no way to fix it now. It was just ruins for the sand to completely cover up over time.
Luke broke the silence again as he patted Titus on the shoulder and smiled. "Maybe I'll see you around some day, friend."
Titus smiled back. "Maybe, friend."
And with that, Lucario turned on his heels and walked into the desert as Titus walked back to the city of Stickpage.
***
After about two days time, Titus had finally said goodbye to all of the gladiators and went to leave, nothing but his painting, his knife, and the clothes on his back. There was no cheering or crying, no parties to remember him. Nobody even stood to watch him go. He just wasn't around long enough to be noticed, he guessed. With that realization, he went into the shadows and quietly left the city, ready to wander once again.
Until a familiar voice stopped him.
"Titus! Wait!"
Titus turned to the city gates. There stood Lucario, running towards him. He stopped and held onto his knees, panting.
"Gah, I've been looking for you," Luke said.
Titus looked down to see papers in his hand. They looked like registration papers.
“What is this?” Titus asked.
“Registration for my clan…I want to make a new one, and make you the co-leader.” He replied.
Titus stood there, speechless. He had never thought he’d be leader material, but here he was, being offered a co-leader position. He may just be good after all.
“Okay,” He said, smiling. He went to take a registration paper.
“Nah, you don’t need one, your already in.” Lucario said.
After that bit of banter, they went on making the clan, and making ads. Soon enough, The Crystal Warrior and The Frozen Warrior put in their registration papers. They both seemed interesting, and as Luke said, “Two double personalities and two warriors, perfect”. After a bit of debate, Luke took Crystal and Titus took Frozen.
The Frozen Warrior had Titus’ interest. Frozen spears, shurikens, and just plain frozen powers just intrigued him. Going in, Titus thought he was a shoo-in anyway. But he was even better than initially expected. He took out over half of the enemies Titus threw at him. Very entertaining, and immediately Titus said he was in, followed by Luke’s approval.
“I think he’s great to have on the team,” Luke had said.
Titus said the same thing about The Crystal Warrior, so he was inducted as well into the Lost Wanderers.
And with that, the whole four needed for the clan was created. With that, The Lost Wanderers were finally born.
The End.
I should begin by telling you who The Wa
rrior is. In short, he is the greatest elven warrior-smith, doomed by fate to be creator and wielder of Agarosgar, the cursed red blade, capable of thinking on its own, and control another mind. Now, that you know who The Warrior is, I can begin the real story…
It took place near The Warrior’s home. He was training near his little forge. Striking at the trees around, for the place was inside a small forest. Well, to clarify more, he was training to improve his Projections. These “Projections” are a move created by him, allowing one infinite speed of movement, at the cost of the moves being first executed by a spectral, illusory being, resembling the user. The way he searched an improvement was simple: to copy Agarogor, to be able to Project two moves at once. But enough with this.
As I said, The Warrior was training. A man, blue-haired and with a martial presence, approached him. The Warrior suddenly jumped backwards, sword in hand, ready to defend at any moment. But the other man didn’t seem to want a battle.
“Whoa! Take it easy! I’m a friend!” he said, slightly raising his hands to show he was unarmed.
“Friend, you say? Then be a friend from that distance.” came the answer, showing The Warrior was still awfully suspicious. “What business have you here?”
“Okay, I’ll say things openly. I want you to join us, The Lost Wanderers. Will you?”
The Warrior smiled under the helmet. “We’ll see about that. So, I believe you know who I am, but I’ve got no idea who YOU are. So, what’s your name?”
“Lucario. Call me Luke. And you are right when you say I know who you are, Warrior.”
“Of course you know who I am, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” The Warrior’s unseen smile grew wider. “Now, I’ll join you, if you pass my test.”
“Wait a second… What? Shouldn’t I be the one testing you?” Luke surely looked puzzled.
“You know my power already if you are here, right?” The Warrior nearly chuckled. “But, I know nothing of YOUR power. I must know the power of the leader of my future group, no?”
“That seems… logical… Ok, I’ll take this test of yours” Lucario looked confident.
The Warrior went into the forge, and returned with two massive ingots of crystal. This crystal is an alloy that only The Warrior knows how to make, between steel and diamond. It keeps both proprieties, flexibility of steel and durity of diamond. Anyways, he brought these two ingots…
“So, the test is simple: Break one of these. Give me one of those knuckles so I can demonstrate.”
Luke passed him one of his two brass knuckles, which the warrior quickly equipped. He channeled his Blade Aura into them and… Oh yeah! The Blade Aura! It’s a technique passed down between the warrior smiths of the elves, and it consists of burning raw energy into the blade, or, in this case, tip of the weapon. It allows one to pass through steel like through butter. Literally. So, to get back to the action, The Warrior broke his ingot in half with one strike.
“See, it’s not hard.” He said, passing the knuckle back.”Your turn.”
Lucario took the weapon and hit his ingot really hard. It broke. The knuckle, not the piece of crystal. As he was looking to Luke’s puzzled expression, The Warrior smiled. He knew that would happen. But Lucario didn’t give up. He took the other weapon and a shockwave came out of him. He was now glowing strangely. And it suddenly felt like… he changed. Lucario hit again. This time he broke both his weapon and the ingot of crystal. He smiled victoriously.
“I did it! You’ll have to join us!” he claimed, seeming to change back.
“I honestly didn’t think you could do it. Congratulations.” The Warrior threw him a new pair of knuckles.
“Thank you.”
“These are made of crystal. Same as that ingot you just broke.”
“Well, thank you more in this case!”
Luke suddenly screamed. He backed away in fear, his eyes closed and hands over them. The Warrior quickly realized what was happening. Agarogor had woken up, and was somehow attacking Luke mentally. The Warrior caught Agarogor and put him back to sleep. He could do that because the weapon was still weak from the lack of blood.
“Oh, you fool, what did you do?” The Warrior was clearly afraid of something.
“I-I used m-my Aura Vision… trying to read your true intentions...” Luke had an expression of pure fear on his face.
“What did you see?” The Warrior seemed to grow more and more concerned.
“R-red. Blood red. A lot. I-It was giant. It engulfed me. And then pain. It felt as if someone, no, something, wanted to devour my mind and soul. What was that?” Luke started to slowly calm down, as if talking about it eased his pain.
“That was Agarogor. You are lucky, for it was still weak.” The Warrior let out a sigh. It turned out better than he first thought. But still, to think the blade could do this much harm without even making physical contact… “It seems no one else but me can ever use it…”
“And you mean you can wield that blade?” The question surprised The Warrior, since he only muttered that few words to himself.
“Well, not without a risk, no, and never more than a few minutes, otherwise I lose consciousness. But that blade can use my body freely if I’m unconscious. And leaving the blade do as it pleases never turns out well...”
“Well, let’s just let the grim thoughts fade away!” Luke’s enthusiasm was astonishing. How could he be this…relaxed… after what he went through, was a total mystery to The Warrior. “So, you join?”
“Yes... I join.”
Thus the lone wolf became part of a group. But, the question still remains: will he ever be able to escape the curse of the red blade Agarogor? Will he not hurt his own friends? Only time will tell…
