AWOL Agent RPG

[Baddawg]

Date: September 30, 2307.

Location: A torture camp somewhere in Africa.

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I look up from my resting spot, and see my fellows many unconscience other trying to stay still to keep the pain to a minimum."How could this happen?" I questioned, blood leaking from a wound in my side. The government had betrayed us and left us for dead.. We were elite agents in an operation to recover artifact all over the world that had once belonged to the U.S. unfortunately, this was a lie. The Arcani Abdomncusses (Are - Kay - Nye | Ahb - Dohm - Cuss) or Arcani for short, had belonged to a variety of countries, all containing mystical somewhat magical powers within' them. Many had been discovered and hidden in protected facilities by the countries government and others had strong enchantments upon themselves. Our division was a secret operation by the government and we were trained more vigorously than any other. We were taught magicka, we practiced under grueling conditions to fight and survive. Many a volounteer died in this hellish training. Whether it be the bullet dodging training or the stealth practice (Which ended horribly including guard dogs and some particularly nasty spikes if you weren't careful) were just a few scenarios. Finally after three years of training we set out on our mission. We had already gotten three Arcani, when we came to Africa to search for one. The African military had quickly found out what happened and using their Arcani and a huge army, we were quickly overtaken. When the U.S. received word that their soldiers were on their grounds performing acts of war, we were deemed AWOL Agents. Ran from the government and began acting out on our own accord and causing trouble for the U.S. now here we are, rotting in a hole somewhere while the U.S. enjoys a few of their Arcani and ignore completely what has happened to us. "Dammit, they took away all of our powers thanks to those drugs in the food but, it's eat or die." "Magic, Psi, Force, Ninjutsu. Useless, all useless! I don't even have a gun for crying out ----ing loud! I slammed my fist onto the ground in a fit of rage, and out of my black robe came a shimmering object. To the untrained eye it was a cup. But, upon reading the inscriptions and with good knowledge one could notice this as an Arcani. "Hmm, it seems to be.." I gasped to myself as the realization at a hope of getting out of here and exacting revenge upon the government. "Arcani Restrific." The others around me looked at me. "The Arcani of Restoration" I nodded and then stood. "Ok men and women. This is it, I Chris am your commanding officer and I say you have a choice. Those of you who wanna sit around on your ass and rot in this hellhole may have at it. But, those of you who wanna come with me and get revenge on the government or at least get out of here may stand in line, tell me your name and specialty. I have a feeling we're breaking outta here."


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