Tribal Rangers – The Inner Council – Episode 01

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The rangers had been requested by the elders and had just entered the The Council Inner Chambers.The previous ranger-scouts had already been given their orders by their commanders. However these rangers were to be given a special assignment.

They passed through the catacombs and discussed the curious nature of their summons to the Council’s Inner Sanctum.
Yemo didn’t speak much but Kokoi began hoping for a quest that included a real adventure. Yemo, continued thinking, especially on the significance of them entering the inner sanctum, forbidden to those of their rank.
They walked for some time and then turned a corner into a passage with a throne at its end.

As they approached the air above the throne began to glow. They approached the throne cautiously and then knelt before it.
The throne began to speak. It told them they were chosen for a recognisance mission into the wastelands to find out if certain rumours could be supported by any hard facts.
The rumours ranged from “walking forests”, to “tame creatures turning into vicious beasts”.
As they knelt the wisps of light sprang forth from the thrones framework. The light spoke to their minds and began providing visionary details, of where they were to go and what they might expect to find.

Hidden in the messages broadcasted to them, was why, Nyam males were turning against their Nyem female masters and even raiding towns and villages leaving behind death and carnage. However, they had no yet understood the gift they had just received. Powers that will serve them well in the difficult years to come.

After receiving their orders, the remaining elders-wisps of light , disappeared from the throne room and vanished into the abyss, high up in the throne’s framework.
The Rangers both got up and walked away from the throne room. Before they turned the final corridor and made their way out into the open, they looked at each other with surprise, realising that they could hear each other’s thoughts. Rather concerned they began to speculate on what the elder’s had done to them, in the catacombs. The shock of their experience left them speechless for a while, as they departed the Council’s Inner Sanctum.

Soulgha and The Dead Zone Tomb – Episode 02

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He opened his eyes after the initial flash from the energy pulse, only to find himself transported to some strange place, blazing extra-ordinary flames of light and fire.

Protected by his glasses he was able to look around. The space before him started to glow a different colour to its surroundings. He scanned the shelter which was no more than an uncompleted shack. To his amazement shone a tombstone. As he stared at it, he began experiencing a hypnotic effect, that was painful until the the tombstone started to move.

The headstone pushed out a scroll parchment from its body which hovered in front of him.
Then the most peculiar thing began to happen. It spoke to his mind. It was just as-well, because the scroll was written in some mystical language he couldn’t read, let alone understand.

It seemed to be reading him his last rights including charges of crimes worthy of a demonic lord’s attention. This scared the hell out of him.

Is this the end of our hero?  and will Soulgha escape the prison of Accradon?

A.N.A.N.S.I. Project – NSI Ministry – Episode 01

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African National Aero Nautical Space Institute authorises the first astronaut into outer-space.

The African National Aero Nautical Space Institute (A.N.A.N.S.I) deliberated for several days on the best course of action when Ghanaian scientists first discovered the black-hole and revealed the latest threat to the people of earth.

The most challenging aspect of the council’s discussions was how they were to tackle the effects of the black-hole and how much time they had to develop a plan that would work.
The people of earth had not yet achieved intergalactic flight and so they first needed to build a space ship, and fast. They called upon the expertise of the wacky Professor Boateng, who with the help of military scientists built the first NSI space craft, christened the Interceptor.
Its mission, to journey to the black-hole and save planet Earth by any means necessary.
The council of the institute examined all possible candidates for this suicidal mission and reluctantly agreed to call upon Captain Wobi Black.

Critghas Vs Dighas – The Horde – Episode 01

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The Critgha Horde, under cover of storm, launch their attack upon the Digha.

A biped stood on the precipice of a plateau, gazing across the wasteland. It had a purpose, to reach the bottom and find shelter amongst the woodland forest trees. For that is where it needed to be, to feel safe amongst its own kind.

The sun shone high amongst the clouds that day and blazed across the sparse land of vegetation some distance from the strange looking plateau, with its nooks and crannies of old caves and potholes.
A slight breeze blew across the fragile topsoil whilst little warm blooded creatures were resting in pockets of shade, where robust grasses protected them from the strong rays of the sun.

In the distance a dust storm was brewing under the midday furnace. At first glance it was a familiar site, a low dustbowl whipped up by the prevailing winds that thundered down from the mountains-towering above the plateaus and engulfing anything in its path.

After a while, one could observe a hint of a possible pattern to its movements, but not its direction.
It would first move left, and then right and then swerve in a great arc as if searching for a target. Anyone looking on and admiring the beauty of its power and grace as it picked up vegetation and tossed it to and fro with such ease, would be well justified to assume it was the usual run of the mill, desert storm. It certainly moved like one. In any case it was too early to tell if it would cross the dry wasteland before fizzling out.

As usual the storm died down before reaching its true potential-unlike that of a thunder storming tornado, but it did not die out completely. Its height greatly diminished as it approached and by now had covered half the distance between the plateau and the nearest mountain side.

It had changed shape too, no longer tall and funnelled, but wide and short, with arms and legs of dust and debris, thrown out from its centre mass in the shape of horns. To the biped observing, it was becoming clear that this was no ordinary storm-if it was a storm at all.

The biped had observed enough of the storm and felt it was in no danger making its way down the plateau from the caves and on to the desert terrain. It did not take long for such an agile creature, bounding from rock to rock and fusing with the vegetative terrain on and off like a chameleon-blending in with its surroundings. This was no ordinary biped, it was a Digha. Those creatures with a natural ability to move through soil and rock with ease and at times displaying ghost like attributes.

Occasionally the Digha would stop, pause and look around like any cautious prey and then continue on its path. The Digha repeated this several times before almost reaching the base of the plateau. It nervously glanced around one more time before stepping on to the wasteland floor. As it travelled away from the safety of plateau rock, it realised the storm appeared different.

The Digha ran across the terrain at even pace, constantly watching the progress of the low level storm moving away from its direction. It instinctively new that it must conserve its energy, incase it needed to draw upon some inner strength to flee from a predator.

The Digha then stopped and trained its eyes on the approaching storm. The storm had changed direction and was now heading straight for it.
It knelt and thrust a hand downward into the ground, penetrating and fusing with a rock. Motionless it began to focus as if listening to vibrations trembling through its torso. It was doing more than this. It was analysing like a seismograph and to its amazement what it found shook fear into it. Apart from the howl of the wind it could translate the shrieking sounds of something more fearful, a predator hidden within the dust storm. It looked harder into the dust cloud and glimpsed the outline of  its enemy, a Critgha.

The Digha began to run again, this time lengthening its stride, knowing that it needed to reach the safety of the few trees some distance away. It knew the trees would provide shelter and protection from the approaching storm and what was contained within it. It needed to run faster before being detected, before the predators realised it was defenceless out in the open.

The storm was now much closer which made it easier to see the rough outline of its enemy. Creatures about waist height to the Digha began pounding the floor in earnest and determination to reach its prey. They had scented fear from an great distance and were determined to get to it and relish the taste of the kill.

The storm predator’s quickened their pace and continued to move at an alarming pace towards the Digha. Leaders of the pack outpaced their brethren and broke clear from the pursuing pack. They were determined to be the first to pull the Digha down, before it could reach the safety of cover.

Food in the wastelands was hard to come by and these creatures were determined that today they would not starve. The leaders were now moving at such speed that they began to flank the Digha.
The Digha looked to its left and right and realised it was being overtaken despite the speed it was running at.

It now knew it would not be able to make the trees in time, but ran even harder, since it had no other option. The Digha took one last glance and looked behind it and then forward again. A Critgha leader of the pack had completely over taken the Digha and turned to face it. Realising this, the Digha immediately stopped in its tracks.

The main pack were still way off in the distance but gradually gaining ground, with the youngest of them struggling with the pace and slowing the pack down. The pack leaders, two in this case, however, had started to circle the Digha, trying to determine where to attack first. They screeched through the uppers of their mouths, gaping wide with razor sharp teeth and snapping jaws. Occasionally they would twist their heads in the direction of the closing pack to judge the distance and timing of their imminent arrival, because the pair knew, that in greater numbers a kill would be swift and decisive.

The Digha turned to glance at the approaching pack still hundreds of meters away and sensed if it did not do something drastic, its life would be at an end. There were a few clumps of trees, which may give it chance to reach the forest, it thought. The Digha began to run in one direction and then dart in another, attempting to fake moves so that it could reach one of the trees.

However the jaw snapping creatures were having none of it and rather than wait for pack, mounted a vicious attack. Each lunged forward in turn, with sharp hind claws pounding the ground and forward attacking claws raised and pointing at the Digha on each charge. The Digha fought back, punching, kicking and swinging its arms and legs and with immense strength continued to edge its way towards a solitary standing tree. One of the creatures rushed in close and with great speed raised its head and sunk its teeth into the Digha’s upper leg. The Digha yelled, crying out with a loud bass sound and like a giant ten times its size, but refused to fall to ground, for it new, if it did, it would spell its doom.

Soulgha and the Dead Zone Tomb – Episode 01

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It wasn’t a good start to the day for Soulgha although when he met his employer, the sun was shinning. Now that he was leaving his office, it was dull just like his thoughts. He had been recalled to give a report on his last job. He had been sent to collect a brief case of some importance to his employer from a property downtown, in the city now called New Accra. Often he would meet some resistance on his jobs and had a sharp and swift way of dealing with it.

This particular job hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had hoped and he explained this to his employer. Although he had retrieved the item in question, he wasn’t suppose to be identified and under no circumstances, was he to open the briefcase.
His employer Dr Alargey, was not a subtle man when it came to his servants failing to carry out his orders, and often demonstrated the meaning of loyalty to his troops-urban foot soldiers bred from the Ghettos of Accra. If anyone had tried to explain the difficulties they had encountered on assignment, he would always quote “Don’t bring your troubles me – I have troubles of my own”. Suffice to say,  it was always wise to follow his orders to the letter. If you didn’t it was unlikely, you would be seen again.

No sooner had he stepped onto the street, he sensed danger, part of the instinctive nature that he had developed over the years in his line of business.
As if in time with his foot landing upon the floor, he heard the thud of other feet landing. He turned his head to witness a person materialise through a wall in a halo of blinding light.
The shock of the vision caught him off guard, as it was designed to do. The character raised its arms high and with the point of a finger, hit Soulgha with an electrical pulse of energy.

It should have knocked him to the ground, but instead Soulgha vanished and was no more.

Is Soulgha Dead and gone for ever? Or will he survive in the Dead Zone of Accradon.