Gathering of the Worthy (Enel and followers)

[thormundsson]

The world seemed somewhat out of place on Arabara island. Just last night the skies had been wracked with thunderstorms the likes of which the island had never seen. It was a bad omen to all, even the followers of the different churches had to agree that this storm, the worst one in centuries and of some unearthly nature, was bad luck for the world.

The air was alive with some strange sort of static, and every man, woman, child and animal could feel their hairs stand on ends as morning broke. There was a presence to the island that nobody had ever felt before, as if some strange being was watching all the souls of the island and waiting for the right moment to move against them.

To the far north of the island, where the swamps covered the lands there lay a great ship resting on top of a cluster of cliffs. It was like some ancient relic of ages past, it's golden hue shining in the sun. Despite its archaic feel it looked like it had just been built, taken from some distant time. It looked perfect save for the holes in it's sides and the obvious damage to some of it's strange whirling blades.

As the day passed the air grew heavier and it seemed the storms were about to break again.
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Enel felt better than he had for the longest of times. The trip from the barren piece of rock he had mistaken for Feary Vearth had taken quite some time, his damage ship not being as fast as it should. He had come to understand that it was his mistake to think he needed to ascend to his rightful place. He was god already and so had no need to prove himself to anyone. He knew now that his destined lands to rule lay beneath him, as they had always done. They were ruled by heathens and imposters but his supreme powers would make sure that there would be nothing standing in his way.

He had left his ark, Maxim, at the outskirts of the island and them glided towards the city that lay in this first land of his followers. There were people abundant here, followers to sate his needs like never before. But they were too corrupt. His mantra had already covered the entire island and although he needed some time to adjust it he could already hear their thoughts. Each after another filled with some strange and heretical notion that the swamp frogs or the sea or the trees were the divine beings of this world. He had never heard such nonsense and knew he had to cleanse this pitiful land.

He knew their minds and could hear the hateful thoughts of the various factions below him. He would use that hate to fuel the conflict to make sure that only the strongest and most worthy to follow him would survive.

"Yahahaha, there do appear to be some strong souls in this land, ready to serve their true god, yaaahahaha" he laughed as he moved to the top of the island. He looked over the city in it's entirety. There were people everywhere and he could detect several that might become his new priests. He had need of good followers and devout warriors to carry his cause. 4 would be enough, they would become his priests, his warriors, his horsemen of fate.

"It's time to begin this, best make sure there are no pesky run-away cowards nor that they have any escape routes, yaaahahaha" he laughed as he raised a hand to the sky. His body began to glow a terrifying shade of blue as his Devil's fruit powers began to work. A beam of pure, blue, energy coursed from his hands and in to the sky, vanishing for a few fading seconds. Then the skies began to glow and above the port the light seemed as if a new sun had formed just above the island.

"El Thor" Enel uttered as the blasts began to rain upon the ships docked at the harbor. It was a hurricane of death and destruction and every ship and every soul aboard was ablaze in fire and soon vanished from his mind.

"50.000 left" he uttered as he searched for his first candidate of warriors.

[Farris (Kuro)]

Tatsuya Sudou was by the docks as the bolt of light made the ships burst into flames, much to the pyromaniac's delight. The ecstatic man even jumped for joy at the occasion! "You see that you heathens!? God has started his judgment! Just as the Voices said he would! Kya hahahaha!" The twitchy blond laughed manically. Everyone ether looked on at the ships in shock and horror or looked at the man man like he was missing a few buttons. Which probably was not far from the truth. Though man had linked the out burst to be the work of this man wearing the bone white, lion shaped half mask and a bloodied duster coat. "Voices, voices, voices! You can't run from the voices! You can't Run from god's final judgment!" He preached to the heathen souls that looked out on him with hatred and outrage. Sudou seemed not to notice at first then stopped as many picked up various weapons and started to come at him.

The man called "Crazy King Leo" grimaced at first before he was reminded by the the Voices in his head that God would protect him as he was one of his special chosen, and loyal servants. This made the loony man chuckle darkly. "Fools! God will punish you!... No I will punish you for not accepting the true God!" Sudou announced bring his flame thrower to bear down on the people of Arabara Island... and firing the hot licking flames of purification upon the people. Once he was sure at each person that had been posed to attack him was engulfed in flames, he preformed a strange prayer to the god the voices spoke of, the one that sent his judgment upon the ships, to take the heathen souls that he had purified to serve his divine will. As Men, women and even children burned, Sudou walked through the burning masses. There was still much to do here and he needed to get started.

The voices told Sudou that God required sacrifices and he couldn't get off with just Arson alone. God required human sacrifices with the chest carved open but still alive, and the tendons cut so they could not run away. This in mind Tatsuya put his flame thrower away and unsheathed a katana. The blade had obviously seen better days as the blade was scratched and chipped in several places, however it did serve his purposes and he would use the scared blade until God saw fit to give him a new one. A hundred sacrifice should do it, then he could burn the rest...

[thormundsson]

As the ships in the harbor began to burn and the fires began to spread to nearby buildings panic began to race through the down even faster than the flames. The various churches told their followers that this was a sign from heaven that now was the time to purge the island of all those who did not share their beliefs. They armed their followers as much as they could and soon there was fighting raging throughout the entire island.

The only place not raging with battle was the palace of the nobles atop of the mountain. The few non-believers had gathered there and now tried to wait out the storm of battle that engulfed the island. There the noble resided and was protected by his fishman bodyguard, Heinzigger.

Down at the docks the captain of the pirate crew that had just arrived was mad with rage. "Mustache Man" Skimm was furious that someone had dared to burn his beloved ship down whilst they were having a drink and now they looked to be stranded on an island with a bunch of psychotic fanatics. His crew was arrayed around him, weapons ready, and they decided to make for the palace to try and either break in or find the one responsible for this horrible turn of events.

The marine base was likewise on full alert and every able bodied man was now gathered in the courtyard, awaiting the order to go out there and stop this madness. Their commander, captain Dofran, was getting everything ready, even pointing the canons that dotted the walls and towers of the marine fort at the interior of the island, ready to blast any who came close. As he gave the signal his men began to fan out and engage the groups of fanatics that rowed the streets.

Then off in the distance a voice could be heard, as if some strange force was carrying it to every person on the island.

"Yaahahaha, only the chosen few will survive this gauntlet of fate, those worthy shall join together at the top of this mountain, at the palace of the false being. Such is God's decree!"

At this the minds of the fanatical people were set and the fate of Arabara island sealed.

(OOC: basically the town is now ablaze with fire and there are marines, pirates and fanatical townsfolk all trying to kill each other so feel free to fight whatever you want.)
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"Yaaahahaha, this certainly is glorious, every soul jumping to do god's bidding, yaaahahah" Enel laughed as he watched the scene of battle that unfolded beneath him. There were numerous strong fighters down there that would serve him well, if they got to the summit that was. He already had a few that he knew would be great. One in particular called to him, a voice amongst them all that spoke of God differently from all the others. Certainly there was an interesting man to command and control.

The rest were yet to prove themselves and he would have to check up on them to encourage them down the right path. He could feel the fighters of this so called World Government and the heretical Nobles begin to fan out and start their fighting. but that left their fort manned with but the cannon crews and those would not face his gauntlet. They were going against God's decree and that Enel could not allow. He flashed through the air, his powers lending him incredible speed, to deal with those treacherous followers called marines.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

His travels had brought him to Arabara Island and Jean decided to settle down for as long as time allowed him to. Now those who didn't know Jean would mistake him for a charming young man. Some would even say he could sell ice to an eskimo as such an influence he can have on people but unfortunately, Jean didn't follow such an honest profession. Instead, Jean would spend his days roaming the streets for prey and the nights hunting them down. Having lived most of his life as an orphan, Jean was taken in by a renowned thief and as such became a very, very efficient thief.

Since arriving at Arabara, Jean had quickly become aware of the cults that bestowed this island. Now Jean wasn't too fond of the sea, despite having to travel from island to island and worshiping a frog was way too creepy for his liking so he decided to take shelter with the tree-huggers. Now having the protection of the tree clan meant if he were to get into trouble with the others, he would have someone to back him up. And with Jean's profession, this was very likely. Much to his pleasure, in the two months he had lived here, nobody had suspected a thing and having made contacts with a few black traders, there was always a demand for the loot.

Just like every other day, Jean was enjoying the weather, walking around the city, looking for potential victims when everything changed. Jean wasn't even sure what it was but it felt as if a shadow had just covered the whole island. A storm was brewing, a very powerful one at that and this wasn't the hand of the nature he worshiped with a fake heart. This was different. Before Jean knew it a large blue tower of lighting slipped through the the skies, splitting them in the process and striking the ground with a force so powerful, the very foundations of the island shook. Jean's heart felt as if it were about to explode. This was the most exciting thing that had occurred on this island. The adrenaline rush was just amazing.

And then he heard a voice call-out. "Yaahahaha, only the chosen few will survive this gauntlet of fate, those worthy shall join together at the top of this mountain, at the palace of the false being. Such is God's decree!" This wasn't any normal voice but the voice of a powerful deity. A being far more powerful than the filth that roamed the lands and seas. This was a God!

So only the chosen few would survive? Jean thought to himself. Well if it was about being the strongest than Jean knew he would struggle against the heavy built guys on this island in order to survive. However, if it was about being special, Jean would clean this whole island up. Jean was skilled, not only in talking but in getting his way. If it was to turn to anarchy in order to save themselves, Jean would be the first to reach the top of the mountain. "Hey God! If you can hear me... Don't let me die with these worthless bastards. I'm the one you're searching for. If this is a test, I'm not going to fail. I hate losing you see..." Jean found a little weird talking to somebody he couldn't see but if this guy could plant a voice in his head, he could probably hear his voice too. Perhaps he could even hear the thoughts in his mind.

[thormundsson]

Enel glided atop a small cloud he had brought along with him. It was always handy to keep a few cloud dials with him, just in case he wanted to rest or couldn't be bothered for a moment. He could see the marine base off in the distance, the whole thing some sort of stone shell around the marine harbor. They seemed to think that stones would save them from their fates, a mistake they would not live to repeat.

As he glided past the roofs of the town and smiled at the chaos and confusion spreading he heard a prayer, for want of a better word. So there was another faithful here who realized his power and knew better than to fight him.

"Hey God! If you can hear me... Don't let me die with these worthless bastards. I'm the one you're searching for. If this is a test, I'm not going to fail. I hate losing you see..."

He dropped down when he felt the voice just below him. His mantra giving him a radar like sense of the entire city. He was skilled enough in it's use to pinpoint the exact location of those he was reading. As he dropped down he saw the owner of the voice. It was a fairly tall man, muscular and seemed skilled enough and competent enough. "Yaaahahaha, you are one of those I predicted would join me at the top. But you still have ways to go yet, mortal" he said as he dropped down slightly below and behind the man.

A squad of marines came rushing out of one of the alleys, obviously trying to sort out the mess that had consumed the island. They pointed their rifles at the two of them. "Surrender and drop your weapons....you too, you strange man!" the sergeant of the unit shouted at Enel. He raised his hand slowly at the man, his face a mask of annoyance. He did not like insults directed at him and this man needed to learn not to interrupt him when he spoke. "Sango" he said slowly as his body blazed blue and a wide cone of lightning consumed the man and his entire squad, leaving them smoking on the ground.

"You must prove yourself worthy before you are allowed to stand at God's side. I go to finish off a couple of cheaters who are avoiding the gauntlet that God has set before them but your task is to take down the leader of these Tree-followers, as these heretics call themselves, yaaahahahaha" he laughed as he vaulted away, leaving the young man in place to contemplate just what had happened.

"this one is a strong candidate, yaaahahah" he laughed as he headed for the marine compound. In his mind he was already tallying the fallen around the town. "41.000 left" he said with a smile

(OOC: next up is a meeting with Sudou, or perhaps just a voice telling him who to take down)

[Farris (Kuro)]

The path way through the sinners and heretics was littered with corpses gruesomely carved up and offered to God. "God, Your loyal Servant offers you tribute! Cleans and purify these sinful souls O' great one!" Tatsuya called out to the sky, waiting for god to accept of deny the still living among the mutilated and suffering bodies "Crazy King Leo" gathered in the name of his God at the call of his voices. They told him god required such tribute, and Sudou wanted to make god happy, wanted him to see that Sudou was not a heretic like the others. "Yaahahaha, only the chosen few will survive this gauntlet of fate, those worthy shall join together at the top of this mountain, at the palace of the false being. Such is God's decree!" He heard and knew that this was in fact the god the voices spoke of even without them telling him as much.

Needless to say, Sudou Tatsuya needed no further motivation and left the tribute to do gods will, and go to the mountain's top. Though he made sure to burn everything in his wake along the way leaving a destructive path of fire behind him. The mad man in his bone white mask that resembled a lion's head made an occasional prayer to his god after each kill sending the sinner's souls to be purified by god, with words like, "God, direct me, lead me on the right path to your will and purify these dumb@sses that doubted you!" He stated ritualistically yet not hiding his outrage when he spoke of the "heretics" and steadily moved towards the mountain.

[thormundsson]

Enel jumped easily from roof to roof, his body light as a feather and his muscles barely tensing from the acrobatic feats he that sent him flying forward. His face was a beaming smile as he bounded forward. Everything was going according to plan and he could hear the and see the chaos take over the town. It seemed that the primitives did not need much encouragement to start fighting each other. All it had taken was a slight spark and they had begun fighting each other right away.

He slowed his gait as he reached a crossroad in his path. Standing at it was a young man covered in blood. It was like some strange and amusing scene. The man had obviously taken to slaughtering everyone he could see, hear or otherwise notice and was making his way towards the top of the mountain, slowly but steadily.

God landed on a sign that stretched out from one of the roofs and watched as the young man take care of a straggler in a very gruesome and horrific way, much to Enel's amusement, and the proceed to shout out towards the sky.


"God, direct me, lead me on the right path to your will and purify these dumb@sses that doubted you!"

With a smile Enel stood up, his hand and staff directed towards the church on the western side of the mountain. The church of the wood followers, those who believed the tree's to be gods. There warriors were supposed to be fierce but if the young man was truly destined to follow him he would have no problem defeating them.

"Go forth, follower of the true god, and take care of the heretics in the poor excuse for a temple at the western side of the mountain, yaaahahahahah!" he laughed has he flashed out of existence, his body turning to lighting and surging away from the crossroads.

"time to take care of some business myself at the so called "marine base, yaaahahaha" he laughed to himself as he began to bound forward again.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

As if God had heard his cries a being of pure energy appeared behind Jean without the thief even becoming aware of his presence until he heard the voice once again. This time it wasn't in his mind but right behind him. "Yaaahahaha, you are one of those I predicted would join me at the top. But you still have ways to go yet, mortal" The human like man stated and almost immediately Jean knew this was no human, for his presence felt more powerful than anything he had felt before. Jean could feel his spine shiver in awe for his mouth couldn't even utter a single word.
"Surrender and drop your weapons....you too, you strange man!" Jean heard another voice and upon looking, he could see a band of marine's had surrounded them. Jean was just about to reach out to his Devil Staff but realised he needn't do so for these men had annoyed God. The divine being held out his hand and muttered the word 'Sango' in annoyance and out shone a zap of blue energy that smited the men down to the ground, dead in an instant. Their bodies smoking as the souls were sent to hell.

"You must prove yourself worthy before you are allowed to stand at God's side. I go to finish off a couple of cheaters who are avoiding the gauntlet that God has set before them but your task is to take down the leader of these Tree-followers, as these heretics call themselves, yaaahahahaha." God ordered him. It was weird having someone ordering Jean about but this was different. It didn't feel like he was working for someone but it was more like he was doing it because he wanted to. Suddenly, Jean felt like it was his utmost desire to carry out the command he had been given. Before Jean even had a chance to talk to him, God had already left.

"So I got to take out those fools at the tree-clan? I don't think that should be too much of a problem. Not when I got God backing me. Lets see what these tree's are made..." Jean said out loud, talking to himself as he began to head for the shrine that was set-up in the forest for the worship of nature. An enormously large tree was the base of operations for the tree-huggers. They claimed an energy was felt from this said tree. Jean thought it would be funny to see that very tree explode in a zap of blue light at the hands of God. 'Sango' ... Jean thought in his mind. A single word and the whole foundation of their beliefs would burn to pieces. All he had to do was take out the dude who led these ignorant fools. "Not a problem." Jean thought to himself as he approached his destination.

[BEX]

Sitting around as mass chaos ensued around him, the white and black haired middle aged man remained passively smoking his cigarette, leisurely drawing in the lazy furls of acrid tar into his lungs and enjoying it. The tingle that settled over his lips after yet another drag was worthwhile just sitting atop the small space of uninterrupted peace as men and women ran in all directions upon the island in search of refuge. Personally he had no qualms with violence as everyone committed crimes of aggressive force all the time and the government was no better…perhaps being the strongest person here had allowed him to realize this more than anyone else.

Certainly didn’t bother him that somebody was creating such a ruckus on a nice peaceful day and he didn’t plan on bothering them. A woman clutching her child to her breast tripped nearly falling face down into the ground before catching herself. Fear made her pretty almond face appeared much older than it really was and Maxwell only allowed a lazy light flicker in his eyes as hers held his gaze for a few moments. Another boom sent the woman coming over to him and inwardly he swore to whatever gods there were in the sky to hear him, “Please take my child to safety…I’ll even give you money” she said hurriedly reaching into her bra and almost instantly his hand shot out like a snake to clutch that delicate wrist as gently as he could manage though she still grimaced at his touch,

“Now wait a minute. You don’t know anything about me…I could be the worst guy you’ve ever met” he said gruffly as he let her hand fall to her side, her face became shadowed as he gaze was averted to the ground. Suddenly weary she fell onto his chest while he remained half-lying down, half sitting upon the row of crates-or whatever they were beneath him, “H-hey, don’t go just throwing that weapons around on just anybody…I can’t fight like that” he complained, but the woman only smiled up at him, tears making her eyes even more beautiful than they already had been,

“Please…” she whispered and he knew that he’d end up taking on the troublesome task of making sure she’d get her and her child to a safety boat off of Arabara until things cooled down. Acquiescing, the man child of over six feet rose, his body rippling with powerfully inlaid muscles making him appear more Greek god than simply man on an errand. The fur lining of his collared coat ruffled in the wind and the trail of carbon monoxide faded in the direction that the breeze was going. Before they began the woman reached over, snatched the carcinogen from his mouth and slipped into hers to take a long soothing drag on heaven’s gift to man. Her elegantly long fingers fixed around the butt so easily and naturally that the Escobaur brother immediately knew that she was a chain smoker in her past days-if not now.

Ruffling his hair in nuisance he stared into the distance where more booms sounded as he asked, “What kinda hot mother smokes in front of her kid like that? he asked disdainfully, but was surprised when his face was turned by a pair of hands to meet her auburn eyes,

“The kind that’s got nothing left, but a few hits of a butt before all she has is entrusted to her child”

Damn…way too heavy there lady…way too heavy.