MK4 Tales

Glass-like shards scattered across the void as an explosion ripped through the vacuum of existence, sending shock waves out into the darkness. In the heart of the eruption appeared two vessels, a sleek, dark ship and a strange, crystalline structure, both piloted by beings that wanted the opposing ship destroyed. A raging battle had been … Read more

“Where am I?” Kairos blinked, trying to orientate himself. Milliseconds ago, he was in the middle of a chaotic battle, using his temporal abilities to create a time loop, trapping those inside and stopping everyone within from being fatally wounded. All of a sudden though, the armoured Whenvern was in a much more relaxed setting. … Read more

Emerald daggers danced through the air, skewering bodies and severing limbs as they jittered around the battlefield, elegantly controlled by an otherwise very angry, rampaging Decay Lord. Galyn had been out here, fighting for his continued existence for too long now. He wasn’t getting tired, not at all, after all, he was a former god … Read more

It had felt like a small eternity, but finally, a trickle of flames blasted through the surface of the fleshy lump, and Retvik could finally breathe somewhat fresh air. Or rather, very limited air, because they were essentially in the cold of space. Either way, the flesh, pus and muscles around them began to simmer … Read more

“I do not think they are coming…” The three Decaylings had been waiting for a while now. They were supposed to have been picked up by their bosses about two hours ago, but there they were, still waiting like fools. “Nope, doesn’t seem like it.” “I hope they do come, I cannot stand these voices … Read more

“Uh, what happened to the doors? I swear they were here a moment ago…” Retvik swung his light source over to where Litvir was standing. Where steel doors once stood, there was now nothing more than a fleshy, pulsating mass. “Did they move?” “Bigger question…” Retvik growled. “Where is Arkadin?” A sudden telepathic burst ran … Read more

“Ew!” “Telepathic voices, please.” Retvik grunted, then did as he was asked, switching to pure telepathy to communicate with his two squad mates. Litvir seemed even more shocked and disgusted than Retvik was at the state of what they had just stepped into. Arkadin didn’t seem that bothered, but he was floating about a meter … Read more

“When they told us to suit up, I did not think they meant we wear small force fields that encapsulate our bodies…” Litvir was very curious about the equipment he had been given. Five simple-looking bands, one for each wrist, one for each ankle and one around the neck. When activated, small bubbles of energy … Read more

“Attention, Decaylings!” Retvik, Litvir and Arkadin all straightened themselves out as they entered Itaviir’s rather luxurious office, having been led in by the two other Decay Lords, Galyn and Vikalos. “What is going on?” Litvir immediately asked, more curious than anything else about this sudden activity from the much larger, much slower beings. His curiosity … Read more

“I am sorry, Arkay.” “Why are you apologising?” This was not the first time that one of Arkadin’s responses had caught Retvik off guard. But this moment was different. Retvik had been almost certain that Arkadin was (somewhat rightly) angry at him, and for Arkadin to throw his apology back at him didn’t make much … Read more

“They let you out already?” Litvir didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but considering what he had seen just the other day, he did genuinely think that he wouldn’t be seeing Arkadin for a while. Arkadin had just entered the room, looking like… well, not like nothing had happened, but he wasn’t covered in blood. … Read more

“You didn’t do anything to help me.” Kairos gently closed the door behind him as he brought in a tray of chocolates and roses. He didn’t want to get into an argument, but it was clear that Seimeni, still covered in bandages, wanted a fight. “You didn’t listen to my warnings. But I don’t want … Read more

“Sorry…” “What for?” There was still blood caked across Arkadin’s claws. Not his own blood, that of the being he had attacked not too long ago. As it had dried, the blood had turned silvery in colour, almost metallic in texture. After what Arkadin had done, he’d expected to wake up in a cage, chained … Read more

Out of the three Decaylings, Seimeni never thought the small, yellow one would be the one to try and brutally kill her. And not just with standard Decayling abilities either. Arkadin was attacking Seimeni with tooth and claw, violently attempting to rip out Seimeni’s throat. At first, both Decayling and Decay Lord had simply observed. … Read more