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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
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(Newcomers are welcome, and can be worked into the story)
Nine tournaments have been fought. Nine tournaments have been won by the champions of Outworld. If Outworld wins one more tournament, they will be allowed to invade and conquer Earthrealm, and nobody will be able to stop them. The tenth tournament approaches, but a mysterious being from outside of this world has infiltrated to alter the events and change history forever.
Guided by this mysterious figure, Shang Tsung, the Sorcerer hosting the tenth Mortal Kombat tournament, has begun to recruit beings from far away lands, far outside of this universe. Knights and Wizards, Soldiers and Mercenaries, Killers and Psychopaths. Shang Tsung offers them promises of grandeur, their deepest desires to be granted.
Warned of Shang Tsung's efforts, Raiden, the God of Thunder, has been granted permission by the Elder Gods to seek out champions from these far away worlds just as Shang Tsung is. More is at stake here than Outworld invading Earthrealm now. If Shang Tsung succeeds, his plans will lead to the destruction of the multiverse. The end of every universe, everywhere.
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The voyage was customary. Tradition, if you will. To ferry the 8 contestants from one location, to the location of the tournament. Usually, it was held on Shang Tsung's island, which was true for this tournament.
Raiden stood at the helm of the ship, face hidden beneath the rice hat he wore. A humble symbol that represented his humility, as well as his lineage. Long before he had become the God of Thunder, Raiden had been a humble man in ancient China. Those days were mostly forgotten by now. Too long ago for him to bother remembering. Everyone from that time he had once known was long dead, forgotten, and dust. He had a duty. A duty that Shang Tsung often made difficult. The aging Sorcerer ceaselessly schemed ways to win these tournaments. Raiden was certain that the last nine tournaments had been rigged in Shang Tsung's favor. He was confident in making sure that this tenth would not be won. By his representatives, at least.
Granted insight by the Elder Gods, Raiden could see that Shang Tsung had been scheming for an ultimate victory in the tenth tournament. Calling forth beings that would decimate the champions of Earthrealm. It wasn't breaking the rules of Mortal Kombat. Just bending them. So Raiden had retaliated by doing the same. He had abandoned his original champions in favor of sparing them the fate this tenth tournament would hold, instead asking for the aid of others from worlds far, far beyond this one, or even Chaosrealm.
The first of those he had recruited was a 'Sgt. Drake Alexander'. A gruff man of military stature who had already fought his way through a similar event, though Mortal Kombat would have more rules than the sergeant was probably used to.
Then there were the heroes. Ant-Man, the first was called. A man who relied on humor to aid him. A defense technique Raiden himself welcomed, despite coming off as a consistently serious God. The second was Black Noir, a being shrouded in mystery. Raiden had no intentions of learning the secrets of the man behind the mask. All he asked was for his help, though Black Noir reminded Raiden of Batman. It was a shame the Dark Knight had initially refused Raiden's request, as the heroes of that realm were already dealing with a crises on a multiversal level.
Lastly, there was Wolverine, a hero rough around the edges with a temper as short as his stature. Despite being shorter than most of the champions, Raiden had already witness the Wolverine in action. He, like the others, were valuable additions.
There was the strange 2-dimensional world Raiden had visited. Rumors of a hero capable of great feats. He was small, 2-dimensional like his world, and called 'Mario'. There had been other version Raiden had inspected before, but this one was far more eager to join the fray than the others had been. This was a tournament of free will, of course. Raiden could not, nor would not force others into battling. The same may not be said for Shang Tsung, though the Sorcerer had probably offered his own champions false promises of riches and glory, and anything else they could want.
Ajani Goldmane was a fierce warrior, and a noble one at that. A large anthropomorphic lion donning armor and carrying weapons. He would be a formidable champion.
Anivia was a phoenix of ice. Initially much larger in size, but the Elder Gods had reduced her size in order for fairness. Raiden did not question the Elder Gods, but felt as though he'd need every edge he could gain against whatever Shang Tsung had planned.
Finally, there was 'Hex', a cubed hero of his world. Even stranger than Paper Mario, but Raiden was not particularly picky. He'd already been denied so many champions as it was, he would take any aid given to him.
The ship rocked along by the waves. They would be arriving at Shang Tsung's island shortly. There, blood would be spilled. Raiden had warned his champions of this, but he felt some weren't fully recognizing the perils they would face. This would be at Shang Tsung's home. He would have the advantage in every battle. Each of Raiden's champions would need to work as hard as they could to ensure victory... else they be destroyed by their opponents, never able to return to their universe as Shang Tsung would consume their souls.
Grip tightening on his staff, Raiden stared off toward the speck of an island in the distance. Their destination. Despite having done what he could, the God of Thunder still felt that he would be outmatched and outclassed by whatever strings Shang Tsung had pulled.
@Shadow_Pup @Psymallard @Inkachu1251 @killerwolf9980 @Captain Cardboard
(Newcomers are welcome, and can be worked into the story)
Nine tournaments have been fought. Nine tournaments have been won by the champions of Outworld. If Outworld wins one more tournament, they will be allowed to invade and conquer Earthrealm, and nobody will be able to stop them. The tenth tournament approaches, but a mysterious being from outside of this world has infiltrated to alter the events and change history forever.
Guided by this mysterious figure, Shang Tsung, the Sorcerer hosting the tenth Mortal Kombat tournament, has begun to recruit beings from far away lands, far outside of this universe. Knights and Wizards, Soldiers and Mercenaries, Killers and Psychopaths. Shang Tsung offers them promises of grandeur, their deepest desires to be granted.
Warned of Shang Tsung's efforts, Raiden, the God of Thunder, has been granted permission by the Elder Gods to seek out champions from these far away worlds just as Shang Tsung is. More is at stake here than Outworld invading Earthrealm now. If Shang Tsung succeeds, his plans will lead to the destruction of the multiverse. The end of every universe, everywhere.
------
The voyage was customary. Tradition, if you will. To ferry the 8 contestants from one location, to the location of the tournament. Usually, it was held on Shang Tsung's island, which was true for this tournament.
Raiden stood at the helm of the ship, face hidden beneath the rice hat he wore. A humble symbol that represented his humility, as well as his lineage. Long before he had become the God of Thunder, Raiden had been a humble man in ancient China. Those days were mostly forgotten by now. Too long ago for him to bother remembering. Everyone from that time he had once known was long dead, forgotten, and dust. He had a duty. A duty that Shang Tsung often made difficult. The aging Sorcerer ceaselessly schemed ways to win these tournaments. Raiden was certain that the last nine tournaments had been rigged in Shang Tsung's favor. He was confident in making sure that this tenth would not be won. By his representatives, at least.
Granted insight by the Elder Gods, Raiden could see that Shang Tsung had been scheming for an ultimate victory in the tenth tournament. Calling forth beings that would decimate the champions of Earthrealm. It wasn't breaking the rules of Mortal Kombat. Just bending them. So Raiden had retaliated by doing the same. He had abandoned his original champions in favor of sparing them the fate this tenth tournament would hold, instead asking for the aid of others from worlds far, far beyond this one, or even Chaosrealm.
The first of those he had recruited was a 'Sgt. Drake Alexander'. A gruff man of military stature who had already fought his way through a similar event, though Mortal Kombat would have more rules than the sergeant was probably used to.
Then there were the heroes. Ant-Man, the first was called. A man who relied on humor to aid him. A defense technique Raiden himself welcomed, despite coming off as a consistently serious God. The second was Black Noir, a being shrouded in mystery. Raiden had no intentions of learning the secrets of the man behind the mask. All he asked was for his help, though Black Noir reminded Raiden of Batman. It was a shame the Dark Knight had initially refused Raiden's request, as the heroes of that realm were already dealing with a crises on a multiversal level.
Lastly, there was Wolverine, a hero rough around the edges with a temper as short as his stature. Despite being shorter than most of the champions, Raiden had already witness the Wolverine in action. He, like the others, were valuable additions.
There was the strange 2-dimensional world Raiden had visited. Rumors of a hero capable of great feats. He was small, 2-dimensional like his world, and called 'Mario'. There had been other version Raiden had inspected before, but this one was far more eager to join the fray than the others had been. This was a tournament of free will, of course. Raiden could not, nor would not force others into battling. The same may not be said for Shang Tsung, though the Sorcerer had probably offered his own champions false promises of riches and glory, and anything else they could want.
Ajani Goldmane was a fierce warrior, and a noble one at that. A large anthropomorphic lion donning armor and carrying weapons. He would be a formidable champion.
Anivia was a phoenix of ice. Initially much larger in size, but the Elder Gods had reduced her size in order for fairness. Raiden did not question the Elder Gods, but felt as though he'd need every edge he could gain against whatever Shang Tsung had planned.
Finally, there was 'Hex', a cubed hero of his world. Even stranger than Paper Mario, but Raiden was not particularly picky. He'd already been denied so many champions as it was, he would take any aid given to him.
The ship rocked along by the waves. They would be arriving at Shang Tsung's island shortly. There, blood would be spilled. Raiden had warned his champions of this, but he felt some weren't fully recognizing the perils they would face. This would be at Shang Tsung's home. He would have the advantage in every battle. Each of Raiden's champions would need to work as hard as they could to ensure victory... else they be destroyed by their opponents, never able to return to their universe as Shang Tsung would consume their souls.
Grip tightening on his staff, Raiden stared off toward the speck of an island in the distance. Their destination. Despite having done what he could, the God of Thunder still felt that he would be outmatched and outclassed by whatever strings Shang Tsung had pulled.
@Shadow_Pup @Psymallard @Inkachu1251 @killerwolf9980 @Captain Cardboard
