Post by Illyria on Apr 14, 2007 14:17:12 GMT -5
-2004-
After killing Knox, Wesley did what could only be considered the dumbest thing imaginable in the eyes of anyone else. He ran through the portal after Illyria. Only half of her army survived, but it was enough. It was enough to kill him and make Angel want to retreat.
Not that he cared, but more out of respect for Fred, he searched for Spike and found him facing off against Illyria and losing. Badly. The god king was having fun batting the bleached blond around the room as he tried continuously to shut her down. The thin smile on her face was evidence enough of her amusement.
A dozen soldiers ran his way, preoccupying him as the newly-risen god-king made her exit, with Spike in tow. He had a bad feeling the minute she disappeared out the door. He also had an inkling of where she was headed, the question of why she was taking Spike with her in the back of his mind.
Years later, he’d still feel guilty about that moment and how it brought on the centuries afterwards.
-2354-
A total of three hundred and fifty years had passed; the world had changed. Whether it be for the good, or the bad, was impossible to determine. But it had changed.
Illyria had risen, as she said she would, and she had taken power. She had many who instantly backed her up, taken her side. Mostly communist countries in the east. Countries had been claimed, fought over, destroyed.
There were eleven that dared outwardly fight against the god king and her kingdom. They had different methods. Some were even fighting the temptation to switch sides as one or two had already decided…
These eleven were seen as insane, were hated, but, by some, they were admired, awed. Theses eleven were fighting for them. Fighting for their freedom, fighting to restore some kind of balance to this half destroyed world.
These eleven were The Resistance. Come and join this Buffy/Angel AU rpg.
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After killing Knox, Wesley did what could only be considered the dumbest thing imaginable in the eyes of anyone else. He ran through the portal after Illyria. Only half of her army survived, but it was enough. It was enough to kill him and make Angel want to retreat.
Not that he cared, but more out of respect for Fred, he searched for Spike and found him facing off against Illyria and losing. Badly. The god king was having fun batting the bleached blond around the room as he tried continuously to shut her down. The thin smile on her face was evidence enough of her amusement.
A dozen soldiers ran his way, preoccupying him as the newly-risen god-king made her exit, with Spike in tow. He had a bad feeling the minute she disappeared out the door. He also had an inkling of where she was headed, the question of why she was taking Spike with her in the back of his mind.
Years later, he’d still feel guilty about that moment and how it brought on the centuries afterwards.
-2354-
A total of three hundred and fifty years had passed; the world had changed. Whether it be for the good, or the bad, was impossible to determine. But it had changed.
Illyria had risen, as she said she would, and she had taken power. She had many who instantly backed her up, taken her side. Mostly communist countries in the east. Countries had been claimed, fought over, destroyed.
There were eleven that dared outwardly fight against the god king and her kingdom. They had different methods. Some were even fighting the temptation to switch sides as one or two had already decided…
These eleven were seen as insane, were hated, but, by some, they were admired, awed. Theses eleven were fighting for them. Fighting for their freedom, fighting to restore some kind of balance to this half destroyed world.
These eleven were The Resistance. Come and join this Buffy/Angel AU rpg.
illyriafred.proboards81.com/index.cgi