Assembling the Cards of Armageddon [LOCK]

[Kyng's Old Account]

[center][b][font="Impact"][size="7"]Episode 1: [u]Returning Memories[/u][/size][/font][/b][/center]

[url="http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/250066-assembling-the-cards-of-armageddon/"]OoC Thread[/url]

[spoiler='Plot']
Armageddon gave humanity a warning. "O humanity. Break the gates of Iudicium Hortis and ye shall be condemened. The Hoursmen 4 shall ride and begin the final countdown. War will poison your mind. Famine will feed your hunger's agony. Pestilence will corrupt your bodies. And Death will take thy soul. To return all to the way it was, find the 5th of the 4 and fight them. When the Hoursmen 4 fall all shall be forgiven and forgotten." This prophecy was taken greatly in the heart of man, then lightly, and finally forgotten. That is, untill now. You and many other extremelly talented Duelists, from pros to rookies to every kind of person, have been taken to a mansion for a party before the GX Tournament, which will declare the greatest duelist. However someone has been researching the prophecy. Will you be able to stop him before all is too late? [font="Franklin Gothic Medium"]Who are your enemies and who are your allies, who can truly be trusted?[/font].
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All the duelists were waiting in the hall of the manor. Lord Reginald came down the stairs with what appear as a walking stick. He began to speak
[color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Welcome, Duelists. You know why I have Summoned you all to my manor. This is the site of the next GX Tournament! I am enchanted and enthrilled o' to meet such talent. We will surely have a vunderful time. Very well, you will be given the tour of the facility by my housekeeper. She will give you the information you need about my humble abode and afterwards she will direct you all to your rooms where you will change into some formal wear as we all have dinner under the stars! Ahh...the bliss. But before all the excitement begins I would like to direct your attention to the portrait of my father, Lord Lucius von Shroudvenstein. He was a remarkable man, but he had a dark side. Rumour is that he tried to ressurect an ancient evil. Tsk tsk tsk...anyway. Please enjoy my home and if you have any questions, do ask now before I ascend to my private study. I do not wish to be disturbed.'[/font][/color]

'Hmph...I didn't realise this was some sort of party...there seems to be alot of talent in this room' Terry thought to himself. '...and I'm going to beat them all.'


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[spoiler='The Housekeeper']
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[spoiler='Reginald's Father's Portrait']
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[Ranma124]

As the host of the party was talking, Track walked over to listen. After he was done, Track yawned and thought to himself, whilst he put his hands behind his head. " So all these duelist came here huh. Wow. But they dont stand a chance against me." Track then noticed a guy standing there. He decided whilst he was there he might aswell make some friends. He walked over to the boy. " Hey there, whats goin on. My names Track by the way, what about you, whats your name." Track looked up at the guy he was talking to. He then stretched. " So what do think about that Reginald guy. If you ask me he seems a bit shifty but its not like i really care anyway." Track waited for the boys response.

[Kyng's Old Account]

'Listen, rookie. Never, and I repeat never trust anyone but yourself. Everyone here has a bounty on their heads and if you step out of line people will hunt you down. Understand? We can talk to each other, be civil. But friendship is out of the question.' Terry didn't want to extend this conversation, but he didn't want to start the relationship on a bad foot. 'Sorry 'bout that. Name is Terry Scuro. As for this guy...well...I wouldn't trust a word he says. Anyway, we'd better not try and stray away. This manor is enormous and I do not want to get lost.' He shaked Track's hand and turned his attention back to the host.

[Time Psyduck]

[i]This isn't a humble abode. It's a stately home. The whole point was to show off the fact that you were a big shot.[/i] Nevertheless, Sam let his comment slide as one of those things people just said regardless of it's accuracy. She turned to the picture that was pointed out specifically. "Creepy," she muttered to no-one in particular, idly moving her hands from her trouser pockets to those in her sports coat, "was he aiming to look like a vampire, or was it just that he liked old clothes and staying indoors." She looked around the room. There were quite a lot of duelists here, so some of them should put up a good challenge. Still, there was a formal dinner later where she could get to know some of them, so she was glad she'd brought the extensions.

[Ranma124]

Track shook Terrys hand. " Yeah well nice to meet you. Oh and by the way i never said i trusted anyone here. Especially not that wierdo host guy, named Reginald. Plus seeing that his father was some sort of whacked out bad guy, that makes me really not trust him." Track looked down then looked back at the host, then at Terry. " Oh yeah and dont call me a rookie. By the way the only person ive ever trusted is myself. Not to mention i know alot about having a bounty on my head. Your right we shouldnt stray away, we should try to stay close to the crowd but not to close." Track then placed his attention onto the host, and waited for him to say anything else he wanted to say.

[Yorukin]

Kyle looked around as Reginald was talking. [i]Wow... this place is really fancy. Hard to believe we'll be dueling here for an entire tournament.[/i] He was only vaguely paying attention to what he was hearing. Wait, formal wear? That wasn't good--Kyle forgot to pack anything fancier than the clothes he wore to the city. Well, at least he was getting his own dinner. He meandered within the crowd as their host mentioned that he would be going to... was it his office? No matter. He would see the guy again pretty soon anyway. While he was lost in though, Kyle accidentally bumped into another duelist. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

[Immortal Chaos]

Jace's eyes looked to Kyle as he was bumped into. "Watch it squirt..." Was all he said. His eyes looked back to the host, then to the father's portrait as he smirked a bit. "Not a bad place here, I could see myself living here one day...." His eyes looked to Kyle again. "You're still here? I thought you would have scampered away by now...." He chuckled as he walked away, catching bits and pieces of the conversations around him. [i]Pathetic duelists, all of them. I'm sure they will weed themselves out....no need to waste my best cards on them.[/i] He thought to himself as he soon took a seat, resting his arms on the chair arms and crossing his left leg over his right.

[Kyng's Old Account]

[color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Very well, my guests! I shall be retiring to my study. Remember, my housekeeper will give you the tour and then will lead you to your rooms! Ta-ta for now!' [/font][/color]Reginald then retreated up the stairs. The housekeeper then said [color="#4169E1"]'Hello there. My name is Clara. Welcome to Shroud Manor. If you would follow me please...' [/color]Clara directed the group through many halls and into a greenhouse. [color="#4169E1"]'This is Duel Arena A. You will duel in marvel of my master's beautiful wildlife.' [/color]Then she walked them to the courtyard.[color="#4169E1"] 'This is Duel Arena B. It is relatively close to the main entrance.' [/color]Finally she directed them to a large, stone stadium. [color="#4169E1"]'This is Duel Arena C. A typical Duel Arena but made of ancient stone.' [/color]She then took them up to a large corridor. [color="#4169E1"]'This is the guests bedrooms. I will now give you your keys. You must now change into formal wear as my Lord hosts the dinner shortly. I do desire that your stay is comfortable and relaxing. If you do have questions, please ask.'[/color]

[Time Psyduck]

As the housekeeper - another hint this place wasn't humble, people were employed to run it - lead them on a tour of the dueling grounds, Sam heard more than one person muttering to themselves about how much better than everyone else they were. Sam was sure she was better than at least some of them herself, but felt that if they were going to boast about how good they were, they should at least try not to sound arrogant. She hadn't spoken to anyone, paying more attention to the housekeeper. This would, in theory, work out better for her - she's dress up for dinner with a dress and hair extensions, get to know some of the competition, and then when she showed up the next day with shorter hair and male clothing, she'd probably be recognised by, at most, fewer people than she recognised herself.

[Kyng's Old Account]

Terry decided that before he would begin getting changed, he would find out more about the Lord of the manor. 'Hmm, lets see what is in the dresser...' He opened it, but it was empty. He then walked back and took a view at his room. It was clean and elegant. Despite it's lack of use, t had been attended to with great care. 'Hmm. I suppose all thre other rooms are like this too.' He then saw a letter on the end table. 'What does this say?' Terry read it out loud; [font="Times New Roman"]'Dear Esteemed Guest, I wish to inform you that there are outfits provided, if you should be needing one. Regards. Reginald.'[/font] He then opened his suitcase, revealing his tux and his duel disk. 'Huh, I wont need you just yet...but I'll bring my Deck, just in case. Knight's Apprentice?' The Spirit of the Card 'Knights Apprentice', a young blonde haired woman, appeared before Terry. [font="Palatino Linotype"]'Yes, how may I assist you, m'lord.' [/font]'Well, I need to know to things. One: How do I look?' [font="Palatino Linotype"]'Rather dashing, If I say so myself.'[/font] 'Thanks, and two...will you tell the Knights to brace themselves, this tournament will be tough.' [font="Palatino Linotype"]'Of course, m'lord.'[/font]

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[Ranma124]

Track walked into his room and lay on the bed. As he looked at his environment he realised he was in an extremely posh environment. He noticed that there was a letter on the end table. He got up and took the letter, then rested his head on the pilow. He then held up the letter and began to read it. It said. 'Dear Esteemed Guest, I wish to inform you that there are outfits provided, if you should be needing one. Regards. Reginald.' When Track was finished reading the letter he sighed. " Oh man i hate fancy cloths. Why do we gotta wear does stupid monkey suits." Track picked up his bag and took out his deck. He began to look through it. " Im just gonna check out my deck for now, then when its time to put the stupid clothes on for dinner, ill just put it on. The only good thing about it is that were gonna be eating fancy food, and i cant wait to stuff my face and my stomache." Track stayed lying on his bed and waited for the dinner to start.

[Qu@ke]

Mia kept herself hidden from all the duelists by standing in the back of the group and not speaking with anyone, she was one of the last to get her and key and she receded into her room-still not trying to speak with anyone. She smirked at her surroundings and then laid her suitcase on the bed and opened it, for tonight's she'd brought an ok looking red dress and just did a little make-up. "I honestly detest wearing dresses." She said and then sat in a chair within her room, she'd go out into the hall when it was closer to the time they were to depart.

[Time Psyduck]

Sam had moved quickly to get into the room, pushing the door shut behind her and locking it before looking over the room. There was a letter on the table, talking about clothes being provided. Sam ignored it, deciding she would go with her own outfit, a neat, modest black dress, which fitted her well, she liked, and wouldn't draw too much attention to herself. She got changed quite quickly - one boyish trait she definitely didn't want to ever lose, and sat down at the dressing table to apply basic make-up. She didn't usually wear it, but somehow putting on a dress and not wearing any seemed odd. It didn't take long, and she soon moved on to the long stands of hair beside her, clipping in the extensions. Sam had, at one time, had hair naturally this long, but she found it was difficult to care for. The extensions meant she only had to deal with the hair when she felt like it, which admittedly wasn't often.

Hair in place, the transformation was complete. The slightly androgynous boy was gone, replaced by a rather tall woman. Satisfied, Sam sat down, and seeing that she still had time, sat down, looking through her deck, checking everything was in place. She slipped it into the bag she would be carrying, as for some reason she felt she couldn't leave it behind in the room, and picked up a second deck. This seemed forlorn beside the first. Lacking any high-level monsters or an extra deck, it was really little more than a start-up for children. This was Sam's first deck, and although she'd never taken to it for dueling, it reminded her of some fun times - and also helped separate her girly-girl persona from her normal self, so she slipped it into the bag as well.

[Immortal Chaos]

Jace, never being one for not having some form of formal wear, quickly changed in his room. Nothing too fancy though, a rather nice black suit, black vest ontop of a dark blue shirt and his signature black fedora with a blue feather on the side. On his feet were two very shined up black dress shoes and on his hands he wore tight black leather gloves. His eyes looked over to the deck as in his mind he heard the sounds of multiple dragons roaring. "Patience my pets. Let us see what we are up against. Behind him, in the mirror, 3 slightly faded dragons seemed to pour out from his body. Long white scaled necks reared up, and their eyes opened, exposing the magnificent blue orbs hidden under the lids. All three belted a roar that only Jace could hear as a small, sinister chuckle crossed his lips, rumbling his throat. He walked over to his deck and picked it up, one of the three dragons looking at Jace from his card. "That fool only thought he could harness your power, I'll show everyone what you can do." And with that Jace tucked his cards into his pocket. It would be dinner time soon, time to fake sincerity and be somewhat socialistic.

[Premier Alexander Romanov]

What none of the duelists knew was that, this entire time, there had been a strange duelist in the back, simply watching all of the events unfold and keeping to himself, becoming virtually invisible in the process. He had long blue hair with a few bangs on either side of his face, a green visor covering the top half of his face, a virtually emotionless expression, and an odd suit of orange and yellow with green translucent spots on the front part of the semi-armored suit and green circuitry covering the suit. He had not introduced himself to anyone, or even made any attempt at making his presence known. He didn't even change into anything, but simply went to his room when they split up, regarded it for a few seconds, put the keys in his pocket, and went to dinner. However, now that he was seated, he would be forced to interact with people.

[Kyng's Old Account]

Reginald looked up at the grandfather's clock in his study. [color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Hmm, I suppose that I should go to entertain my guests. I do hope the other's arrive soon.'[/font][/color] He left his study in a elegant crimson satin suit. As he came into the dinning hall he noticed a man, in an orange suit, sitting alone. He approached the man and spoke. [color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Well, you certainly have arrived with rather exceedingly beneficial punctuality. As you already know, my name is Lord Reginald von Shroudvenstein.' [/font][/color]He turned away from the man and walked to his seat, obviously the head of the table. He then continued [font="Times New Roman"][color="#8B0000"]'May I ask your's?'[/color][/font]

Terry, as he left the room, was about to head towards the dinning hall. But he stopped. He looked across from his room to the room opposite of his. It was Track's room. He thought 'Hmm...I was unfair to Track. He seems to be a nice guy. I'll wait for him, so we can go down together and get to know eachother better.'

[Ranma124]

Track checked the clock on the wall of his room. It was about time for him to get ready for th dinner. He got up walked over to the wardrobe, where the outfit they had supplied was supposed to be. Track opened the wardrobe and took out the suit, that was in there. Began to put it on. Insteadof putting on the jacket he tied it round his waist. He took his deck and placed it in his pocket, and put his duel disk ina back pack and took it with him. " Oh man so lame." Track sighed and walked out of his room. He then saw that Terry was waiting out side for him. He looked at him and went to stand next to him. " Hey there, Terry. So you ready to go. Ok then well i cant wait to go get some grub, cause im absolutely starving. Lets go then"

[Immortal Chaos]

Jace opened his door slowly and walked into the hallway. With a quick twist and flick of his wrist, his room door was locked and the key tucked safely in one of his pockets. His eyes looked around the hallway as he made his way to the dining hall. Noting Terry and Track, seeing as he was close to running into them, he simply sidestepped and said nothing, making his way down the stairs. He blinked slowly as he rounded the corner to enter the dining room, noting their esteemed host, and a rather oddly dressed male. His brow cocked a bit but he said nothing as he soon took a seat, rather a great distance from where the others were.

[Premier Alexander Romanov]

The man wasn't sitting alone, but simply sitting at the place he was assigned. Those to either side of him had yet to show up for the meal, so it gave the appearance he was by himself. But the man didn't even regard Reginald's presence, and completely ignored him, even when he was addressed. He just continued to look over his deck, like he had been doing since he had sat down. Either the man was so absorbed in making sure his deck was working properly that he had simply not heard Reginald, or he was continuing to try and be invisible, like he was on the tour. Either way, he was being incredibly rude.

[Kyng's Old Account]

'Amen to that, Track. Hey, I just wanted to apologize about my behaviour again. We could be good friends, but sometimes I just pre-judge people. That's exactley what I did to you. Anyway, I heard things about this host, Reginald, does strange things. Haven't you noticed that he has never been in a single magazine or newspaper in the city, and yet he is so rich money is pouring out his every orifice. I think we should watch eachother's backs. Some of these people seem dangerous, but non more than our "Host".' Terry and Track made it down the stairs.

[color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Very well, ignorance is bliss, isn't it not? After all, mystery makes people...entertaining.'[/font][/color] Reginald noticed Jace and Terry walking down the stairs in their outfits. [color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Ahh! Hello there. If it isn't the Pro-Duelists Jace and Terry. I'm very glad you could make it. You both look ravashing this evening.' [/font][/color]He then noticed Track was walking with Terry. [color="#8B0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Oh! It seems you've made a quite esteemed friend, young man. Terry Scuro is one of the top duelists in the country! Not to forget the talent of Jace himself, of course. Please, do sit. We shall wait for the others before we shall dine. In the mean time, Clara, please fetch these gentlemen our finest wine immediatley!' [/font][/color]Terry noticed that Track was too young for wine, so he spoke. 'Excuse me, but this young person is a minor and cannot drink.' [color="#FF0000"][font="Times New Roman"]'Nonsense! Boy, if you wish to drink, do so. Order your drink, otherwise. We have anything you want.'[/font][/color] Terry looked at Reginald in disgust, how dare he offer a young person a drink of wine? Reginald didn't notice this, and then Terry sat down.

[Ranma124]

Track walked downstairs following Terry. " Yep i tottally agree me and you can be great friends." As Terry finished talking. Track looked at him. " Heck your right, ive actually never seen this Reginald guy in a magazine or anything. I guess your right we really need to watch each others backs, cause some of these people look real dangerous, especially are host." Then Track sat down next to Terry at the dinner table. Then Terry and Reginald had a short argument about weather or not Track should have wine or not. He looked at Reginald and shook his head. " Actually i agree with my friend here. I think im too young to be having wine. Id prefer it if i had an orange juice or something, please." Track whispered into Terrys ear. " This guy must be crazy if hes actually trying to give me wine." Track went back to sitting into his chair waiting for his drink.

[Immortal Chaos]

Jace chuckled a bit as he watched the others sat down, watching the events of weather or not Track should have wine unfold. A small smirk crossed his lips as a gain a rather loud roar nearly deafened him, but he made no inclination to move. [i]They are hungry...soon...soon it will be time. All we need is patience my pets.[/i] He sat there, chuckling to himself as he relaxed in the chair, soon having the glass of wine presented to him. He lifted the glass and sniffed it slowly. It was a rather nice bouquet, aged just right, boy this Reginald guy had taste. Slowly he put the glass to his lips and sipped the wine like one of high society would, very small sips, savoring the flavor. "Hm...vintage...1874....a fine year I must say." He chuckled. He was a man of class himself, knowing some of the finer things in life.

[Time Psyduck]

Sam glanced up at the clock, and realised it was time to head out. Pulling on a pair of flat shoes - even if she could cope with heels, she didn't really need them - she opened the door and slipped out whilst no-one was there, locking it again behind her. Dropping the keys into the small bag, she headed off towards the dining room. She wasn't sure if they'd actually been told where it was, but voices ahead of her were enough of a guide. She entered the room to find quite a few people were already present. She paused for a moment, to take in the room and adjust a loose strand of hair, before setting off down the table to locate her seat.

[Kyng's Old Account]

[font="Times New Roman"][color="#8B0000"]'Ahh...you are a master of the art of wine tasting are you not, Jace? Then again, how could you not be? You lived a life of luxuries. A nobleman can tell these things, you see. I do wish the ladies would come down, but then again, who knows how elegant they have made themselves for such an occasion. Well speak of the devil. If it isn't the lovely Samantha, is it not? Please, do take your seat, my dear...You look remarkably beautiful this evening.'[/color][/font] Lord Reginald stood up and said [font="Times New Roman"][color="#8B0000"]'It is time that I believe we all shoud introduce ourselves. You all know me so let's start with...you there. Terry.'[/color][/font] Terry hated being in the spotlight, but when needs must...'Well, usually in these positions I usually say "No comment" however you aren't the press. My name is Terry Scuro. I'm the proffesional duelist and I recently have finished the European Duelist Circuit in 2nd Place. I feel that winning is evidence of growth in a person, so I am to acheive perfection. Also, I'm not that fond of the media...' [font="Times New Roman"][color="#8B0000"]'Very good! How about you, young man?'[/color][/font] Reginald focusing his attention on Track.

[Ranma124]

Track listened to Reginald as he talked, and then he said something iabout ntroducing themeselves. Track listened to Terry, as he talked about himself. After Terry had finished talking about himself, Reginald looked at Track and asked him to introduce himself. Track stood up and yawned. " Well my names Track. Oh yeah and i like food and relaxing." Track thought for a moment. " Ive recently won a minor duel tournament and a speed eating competition. Also i believe that confidence is strength, and the more confident you are the stronger you are. Im also over confident, a great duelist and not to mention extremely charming and really good looking. So if there are any girls that want to hang out with me then here i am." Track laughed and sat back down. " Well thats about it."