Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180504103124/@comment-26892768-20180505000749

(Welp time to get the plot rolling since the main villain is assembling his forces and whatnot)

As the Black Rings seek out their designated hosts, other rings stir.

The Black Lanterns aren't the only Lanterns, after all.

Rifts open from a dead universe to the many universes outside it, and rings start flying from those rifts in search of suitable wearers.

Back to the Black Lantern Rings, however, two of them end up near some sort of research facility. They break in through a window, causing alarms to go off as they head off for their hosts.

One of the rings breaks into a lab, and hovers over its target - three shattered blue medals.

The Black Ring glows, and the pieces of the medals start to hover, putting themselves back together as six small rifts open up, allowing six other blue medals to fly in. The blue medals start to ominously spin as if in a cyclone while countless silver medals are pulled in from all around, forming a feminine figure as the Black Ring takes its place on the finger.

"Mezool of the Greeed, rise."

And so she does.

The other ring in the facility finds its target as well, this one being two shattered grey medals. In a similar manner to how the other ring revived Mezool, this one starts the same process.

"Gamel of the Greeed, rise."

And so he does. The doors to one lab burst open with a tidal wave, and the doors to another are sent flying into a wall with brute force. The two new Black Lanterns exit the labs and look at each other.

Their bodies are a mess. A patchwork of complete - what they should be with all their Core Medals - and incomplete, patches of black and brown "flesh" contrasting with the armor around it.

If the two Greeed were capable of grinning, they would.

And the last ring finds itself above a giant pit where a castle now looms. The ring heads down to the very bottom of the pit, at last finding what it needs - a faint scorch mark, the only remains of its host.

Not a problem.

The black ring hovers over the scorch mark and plunges into the earth, glowing black.

"Valeena Shinko of Shuggazoom, rise."

In a flash of purple light, an arm forms from ash, ring in hand. Then it pushes down on the ground, pushing itself up as a body forms from the ash, glowing purple cracks running down the body as it regenerates. And when the head forms, the process is complete. Now dressed in a modified version of the dress she wore while she lived, her body is littered with purple cracks, and ash seems to constantly be falling around her. Her eyes are completely blank with a faint purple glow.

Valeena grins.