Seborg's Hall of Reckoning

[Sebias of Redwall]

A grim mountain looms over the surrounding land, deep in the jungles of an unknown place. Though none could see it, a  great fortress, deep underground, was hidden beneath their footpaws (That is, if there were anybeast around to begin with. This land was bare of al signs of life). This was the headquarters of the Peace-Makers - a group dedicated to spreading order and control, and wiping out those who apposed. It was impregnable to magic and any other sorts of sorcery. None could pass into it unless they had permission from the Ruler of the Ordered Ones: Seborg.

*A group of flying cyborgs land, casting their victim, a now-sobbing otter who went by the name of Sir Cuthbert.*

*Seborg's body twitched - a perk from having a body of both flesh and metal - as he looked down at his prisoner.*

What do you want from me?!

I only wish to ask you a few questions, Sir Cuthbert. If you answer them correctly, you are free to go. Now, what is the foundation of the Cellars, the very pillars on which all of this was built?

. . . Chaos, shipping and friendship?

*Seborg sighed.* Wrong answer, I'm afraid. *He nodded to his minions.* Take this one to The Depths. Perhaps a bit of pain will make him atone for preaching false doctrines.

Reference Sheet

Peace-Makers/Ordered Ones: Cyborgs, Cybats, Cywolves, etc...
Altered Ones: Sir Cuthborg, Teerborg, Scorg. CyBeast. Doctor Cyrius.
Hall's Rooms: The Depths (The lower levels). The Lab (Where the doctor does his experiments). The Room of Alteration ('Nuff said.)

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[shisteer of nothing much]

*wanders along, humming quietly* Oh, that's a cool looking mountain. *walks towards it*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Seborg smiles* Ah... Come, my servant. Let me show you my work.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*follows*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Pauses* Wait, child. Only those of the Ordered Ones can enter. Ye have not reached the higher form as of yet. Once you bring your sisters and prove your worth, you may enter.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Wait, you want me to bring them here, not the other thread?

[Sebias of Redwall]

Yes. It is here, in the Hall of Reckoning, that we will alter them.

(OOC)

Spoiler

Note: So, guys, we probably won't be able to have a big battle or anything in this thread. This thread sucks the power out of non-cyborgs. This is where they torture and alter those who have been captured. Though, you have to get the victim thoroughly defeated in another thread, then bring them here. I hope this works for everyone. 

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[Kade Rivok]

*Is sneakily watching this thread from outside the thread.  From another dimension.*

[Sebias of Redwall]

Spoiler

*Is sneakily watching this thread from outside the thread.  From another dimension.*

Thanks, man. 

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*With most of his cyborgs defeated by Wort's tinkering, Seborg and the rest of his minions retreat back into the depths of the Hall of Reckoning. With an angry snap, Seborg orders them to bring him Sir Cuthbert. The otter is dragged into the Room of Atonement.*

Ah... *Seborg sighs* It's a pity. Compared to the others, you are so innocent, like a child. If only the fools would listen to reason.

They'll never listen to you!

*Seborg laughs* Naive as well, apparently. The entire Forum's existence has led up to this moment. The Time of Reckoning. *He nods and a pair of cyborgs strap Sir Cuthbert into an odd contraption, parts of it stolen earlier from Hiag's Torture Chambers, and parts of it made from Doctor Sebias' lab.* If you will not atone, you shall be altered.

No! Please, think about what you are doing! I'm sure that some part of you knows that this is wrong!

*Ignoring his protests, they buckle the otter into the contraption.*
Let me know when he's been perfected. *With that, Seborg turns and leaves, Sir Cuthbert's screams echoing out behind him.*

*Seborg flies out to where @the only one who still has sense is waiting.* Faithful one, are you ready for your alteration?

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

(O_O)

[Scott McLamok]

*Climbs up a tall tower and watches through his scope*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Sir Cuthborg returns to the Hall of Reckoning, his head hanging in shame.* We didn't destroy them, master.

*Seborg turns around slowly, facing his minion.* Fear not, commander. We shall get them in due time. We have had a success. Come, let me show you. *He brings Sir Cuthborg to a nearby room. A bulging brain commands the center of the room, wires and tubes running from its core. It pulses, sending messages into a computer system designed by the brain former host, Doctor Sebias.*

See. All things can be perfected. One by one, our enemies will fall.

[Scott McLamok]

*Aims at Seborg and slowly puts his finger on the trigger*

[lass of something much]

*Floats through Scott and whispers* Hah! I got you!

[Sebias of Redwall]

(OOC: Through the walls? 0.o  I'll just say he's now walking on the parapet. Also, it would be kinda nice if we could contain the fighting to the other threads, that way, poor Seborg has at least one place to hang out where everybody doesn't want to kick him in the face. XD )

*Seborg suddenly stiffened, his senseries picking up on something.* What... Hmm.