I have a feeling that the Nameless one is going to end up being Scareglow.
I have to say the design of the Nameless One is really fantastic...the similarities to the back of his costume to the Faceless One are a brilliant move, IMO.
I have a feeling that the Nameless one is going to end up being Scareglow.
i hope not. i like the faceless one so much and scareglow just seems too silly because of his name, I have trouble seeing him as a master villian like skeletor.
oh good point ;-) either way though if it does end up being scareglow, i'd prefer him to continue being faceless or nameless and not have his name be scareglow... i don't mind his design though, scareglows that is.
I don't see why it would be Scare Glow myself. I guess I thought it was obvious as to who it is based on the comics, etc.
Since oICEMANo and gbagok are taking great care to "expand" the MYP MOTU Universe as they deem fitting, I don't see them changing something already somewhat explored.
Great job so far guys!
Guys the writing here is excellent. It's good to see some more of the characters we've already grown to love from your previous tales. And the introduction of more, like the Council of Seasons, just adds to the mythos in every way. Great cliff hanger, btw, I just gotta know what happens next! Can't wait to read part three!
I'm glad he's completely covered, though...although the staff seems like a dead give-away...still, it would just be silly if he looked exactly like you-know-who except his face isn't showing...
I hope these guys show more of this mysterious being and exactly what's going on with that guy...
Very cool story - well worth the wait!
Great detective work MB! You make some really good points.
Chapter Three: The Helm of Hexon
While He-Man and Teela return to Grayskull seeking answers about the mysterious Helm of Hexon, a group of shadowy assailants approach Snake Mountain, Fortress of Skeletor: Lord of Destruction. They have come a long way, and are careful not to alert the Mountain’s malevolent occupants to their presence. They enter through forgotten passages in the mountains myriad caves, and make their way through unknown corridors leading deep within the base, unbeknownst to the evil warriors conspiring within.
Skeletor sits upon his throne, fingers steepled and disturbingly patient as he watches his generals plotting out their battle strategy. “My Doomseekers have shown that while a few Eternian regiments did escape Eternos, the majority of their force is scattered,” says the sinister Tri-Klops proudly. “What remains of the royal guard is devoted to the outer reaches of the kingdom, escorting the royal family--”
“You mean what’s left of the royal family,” Evil-Lyn laughs. The others join with wicked chortles.
“Perhaps even less,” Tri-Klops says slowly. “My reports indicate that Randor and Marlena at least were in Targa when we attacked. We didn’t stay long enough to survey the area, but I think the prince was there as well. That only leaves Randor’s cousins--”
“Witless oafs,” says Skeletor bitterly, “even compared to Randor. What else? Are there any more Defenders, or is He-Man indeed the only one left?”
Tri-Klops shuts down his display, as if he would rather for the others not to see it while he says, “I cannot be sure. There cannot be many, but I did record some activity shortly after the Defenders’ battle with the Targans. Just as He-Man slipped out, some others might have as well. He-Man apparently gave chase to us as soon as Targa had vanished, and didn’t reach us until Avion. Our scouts near Grayskull have confirmed someone is covertly guarding the place, but I suspect it cannot be many.”
“Thanks to my brilliant strategy,” boasts Jitsu. He strides out of the shadows, sporting a new cybernetic arm and eyes. Nycroft, hovers after him, along with Jitsu’s loyal Dragon Shadow Clan warriors. “Let us not forget that it was my initiative that has yielded our victory! These Eternians are as confused as dying rats on a poisoned meal. The Spell of Shrouding has been a complete success! What need have we for more words? The time has come for action.” The Dragon Shadow Clan nod, but the Evil Warriors are unimpressed. They look at the Clan with disgust for their seemingly mindless devotion to Jitsu.
“Yes, Jitsu,” Skeletor agrees slowly, “if only your spell had disposed of He-Man along with all the others.”
Jitsu scoffs. “The Fair Hair will fall in time. His power lies in his allies. With them gone, he’ll not be so lucky this time.”
Evil-Lyn laughs derisively. “Ah yes, that old line. You’re sounding more like one of us every day, Jitsu.”
“Yeah, your just another common minion now, Gold-mitten,” Beastman laughs. This infuriates Jitsu, who chops the chair out from under Beastman so fast that he falls to the floor before even realizing Jitsu has moved. The Dragon Shadow Clan laughs at Beastman’s humiliation, but for once the other Evil Warriors do not enjoy Beastman’s misery.
Jitsu is not amused either, in fact he is fearsome and angry. “I am descended from the Pure Blood of Anwat Gar--you painted ape! You may be a commoner, but never mistake me for one of your unbathed brothers.” Beastman snarls savagely and moves as if to leap at Jitsu and rend his bones from their flesh, but Skeletor’s wrath stops him.
“Enough of this! I want to know what He-Man is doing now that he thinks he has defeated us. Why has he not returned to Grayskull as we planned?”
Jitsu is incredulous. “Bah! What good is his strength against the Spell of Shrouding? I tell you, Skeletor, he is a paper tiger. Grayskull is ripe for the taking now. We’ll share this world as partner kings!”
Skeletor watches Jitsu for a moment, his eye-less gaze revealing none of his dark thoughts. “You have proven yourself valuable to me so far, Jitsu.” A bolt of energy bursts from his Havoc Staff, tossing Jitsu off his feet and onto his back, much to the delight of Beastman. “But never assume to share power with Skeletor!” The dark lord descends from his throne until his shadow falls over the battle plans for Eternia. “Conquest of Eternos is nothing. They are sheep who will fall in line when my moment arrives--some of them as actual sheep if need be! It’s Grayskull that matters--there is the key to the Mastery not of just Eternia--but the Universe itself! He-Man has fought us there alone and won. He may not wield all its power, but I am certain he has obtained enough of it to give himself an advantage over me. I want the upper hand this time.”
While Skeletor is talking, Jitsu rises, shaking off the Dragon Shadow Clan as they try to help him. He glares at Skeletor, ready to strike back at him when he hears the voice of his servant Slayurai in his ear. “Wait, my lord. Skeletor is a great wizard. There is no dishonor in letting him prove his superiority here.”
“How long must I endure this? When you brought me the Spell, you assured me it would drain him of his powers and I could take control.”
“His powers are greater than I had thought. Patience, sire. Another player is about to make his move.”
“Were you saying something, Jitsu,” Skeletor asks angrily, shifting his attention back to the warrior from Anwat Gar. Jitsu pretends to have only been clearing his throat, but Skeletor is suspicious. He is about to press the matter further when an alarm sounds around them.
Tri-Klops rushes to one of his spy consoles. “Intruders! They’re making their way through the south corridor!”
Skeletor’s eyes glow with crimson rage. “Who dares?! Find them and obliterate them!”
Suddenly dark assailants pour into the war room from hidden passages. They are dressed in black armor, brandishing bladed blaster rifles and swords.
“Gar Ruuk!” Jitsu cries, but his voice is drowned out by the sounds of battle. The invaders are fast and precise. Though they are smaller than many of the evil warriors, they out number them. Skeletor summons bone warriors, who rise up from the floor like corpses waking from their graves. The two armies struggle, equally matched. Then a cloaked young woman enters the hall and raises an arm. The armored warriors all fall in line behind her, though they keep their weapons drawn and ready. The Evil Warriors are about to charge, but Skeletor orders them to wait. He regards the girl silently for a while, and then starts to laugh. “I am impressed! A pack of upstarts led by a child has found its way into my throne room! You’re all either exceptional soldiers--or my security was designed by a useless fool who should be severely reprimanded when this is over.” Tri-Klops clenches his teeth in silent anger.
The girl bows reverently. “We are the Gar Ruuk, oh great and powerful Lord of Destruction. We were brought here when the Island Nation of Anwat Gar was restored to the timeline of Eternia. We have come to you seeking an alliance.”
“An alliance, eh?” Skeletor chortles wickedly. “What can you offer me? Power, I have. And an army...let’s just say you were wise to call off your troops before mine were finished with them.” The Evil Warriors murmur with agreement, and look upon the intruders now with pride added to their apprehension.
The woman is unmoved. “My lord, we bring an offering.” Ninjor appears from her ranks, bearing with him the Helm of Hexon. Jitsu is outraged to see Ninjor serving the woman, but she reminds him that Ninjor is bound to no one master--only to whoever pays the right price. “This talisman,” she says of the Helm, “Was passed down from leader to leader. I offer it to you, great Skeletor--so that you can become our new lord.”
Skeletor is tempted, but he doesn’t take the Helm. He asks her why she has chosen him. The question seems to surprise her. “You...are the most powerful sorcerer on Eternia. You are descended from--”
“I know my heritage, girl. How interesting that you seem to know it as well...” He stares at the helm a moment, then turns to Jitsu and says, “I think, as a reward for your clever managing of the Spell of Shrouding that the Helm should be yours, Jitsu. Wear it with pride.”
The girl is startled. “This was not what we intended. The Helm was meant for you!”
“And I pass it on,” says Skeletor harshly, “or is there some hidden catch to accepting this offering of yours?” The girl refuses to answer, but Jitsu is disturbed by Skeletor’s meaning. He orders Daikon, one of his servants, to wear the Helm for him. The young Clan warrior does not question his master, but he takes the Helm with just the slightest hesitation. As soon as it rests on his head, an evil green glow begins to surround Daikon.
Bolts of energy strike out from the Helm, and ripple over Daikon’s body, causing him to scream out in pain. The others in the Dragon Shadow Clan watch in horror as Daikon’s body is disintegrated in a cloud of energy that swirls and sparks with awesome power. Then slowly it takes shape again, forming into a fearsome and tall silhouette. Another flash of light follows, and in Daikon’s place stands the a sinister-looking wizard with blue skin and robes like those from ancient Anwat Gar.
“Father,” says the girl. The wizard tests his muscles and smiles at her.
“You have done well, daughter. I live again.” She rushes into his arms. The Evil Warriors rumble impatiently.
“So it was a trap,” Skeletor observes with growing anger. “You were going to sacrifice me to bring this one back from the grave?”
The wizard looks at Skeletor with annoyance for interrupting their reunion, but also curiosity when he sees Skeletor’s face. The girl says to him, “Forgive me, Father. He would not take the Helm as we had planned. Instead he gave it to a mere human. You have not inherited his powers.”
The wizard’s face softens with understanding and lovingly he caresses her face with his finger. “Never fear, daughter. I still have power enough of my own, and it will grow in time as we come closer to finding the Book. I can feel its magical energy in me. It’s power is here in this place...even after so long.” The wizard steps toward Skeletor and bows rather unexpectedly. “Introductions are in order, Skeletor. I am Hexon the Horrible.”
“’Horrible’ dresser anyway,” Evil-Lyn scoffs to the others.
“I have heard of you,” says Skeletor. “You are dead.”
Hexon laughs. “History is written after the fact, by fools who were not there. I live now. That is all that matters.”
“No,” Skeletor corrects him. “In this place, what I say is all that matters. And I said, you are dead.” Hexon’s face hardens once more as he understands Skeletor’s meaning. In a blur, Skeletor raises his hand and unleashes a bolt of deadly energy that leaps across the war room at Hexon.
Much to Skeletor’s surprise, Hexon deflects his spell, straining at first, then slowly growing more confident. Skeletor stops when he realizes Hexon is feeding off of his power.
“Very good, Skeletor. You are indeed a worthy magician.” Skeletor causes a stalactite to break way from the ceiling and fly at Hexon like a dagger. Hexon phases his body so that the stone passes right through him. Chucking his tongue he says, “Come now, is this any way to treat an ally?” Skeletor is surprised by Hexon’s skill and stops his attacks. “Very good. I can see why my daughter wished for me to inherit your life force. You are indeed a fitting heir to our cause--though I sense you do not know it. You were...changed by the Dark Lord Hordak, weren’t you?”
“What of it,” Skeletor bites out, loath to discuss Hordak.
“I thought so. Forgive me, but you have the look of one marked by the Book. You know of what I speak. The Demonichron itself.”
“The Book of Evil,” says Evil-Lyn, alarmed. Skeletor is less moved by the name. But the other Evil Warriors are confused and demand to know what everyone is talking about.
“The Demonichron is the fulcrum of every dark sorcerer in Eternia’s history,” Hexon explains. “Its power has touched us all. It flows to us like a river feeding many wells. It has surely marked you, Skeletor. Hordak’s greatest magic came from the Book. If he had a hand at your design--then the Book was his means.”
Evil-Lyn tries to hide her fascination, but Skeletor dismisses everything. “I created myself, Hexon. As for the Book--you speak as if it is waiting for you in a room somewhere when in fact it was lost long ago. If I remember history correctly, you must have had less luck controlling it’s power than Hordak did.” This time Hexon looks angry, and Skeletor enjoys taking the upper hand. “Oh yes, I have a fascination with Eternia’s past. It’s a very compelling hobby on Eternia--where so much of once-recorded history was wiped away by the Council of Elders for their agenda of oppression masquerading as peace. The Book, however, was lost along with almost all records of it--save the one I found. You’ve been asleep too long, your opportunity to retrieve it has passed you by.”
“That is not entirely true, Father,” says the young woman. “We have a spy who has been searching for information since our return to the time line.” She looks to Jitsu, who is surprised, and then her gaze moves behind him. “Slayurai...reveal your findings.”
Slayurai materializes for all to see, moving away from Jitsu and joining his true masters. “You traitor,” snarls Jitsu. “All this time you were just using me?! Was the Spell of Shrouding part of your trickery?”
“How else could we find the most powerful sorcerer on Eternia,” says Slayurai. “Though deception was necessary, I have since learned that Skeletor speaks the truth about Eternia’s archives. The Elders spent generations removing what they must have considered...dangerous...knowledge from the annals of history. They feared the return of the Book and it’s power. But with the Elders’ own removal and the rise of the Eternian king, the circle is complete. The time is at hand for the Book to be opened once more. I have amassed allies around the globe who will help us. But first, we must learn the method by which the Book was hidden by the Elders.”
“You know nothing then,” says Skeletor angrily.
“I know,” Slayurai corrects him, “that the guardians of Grayskull are resourceful. They will do anything to bring back their banished comrades--even risk finding the book. They will lead us to the book themselves.”
Hexon looks to Skeletor expectantly. “What say you, Lord Skeletor? Join with me or continue to engage these guardians of Grayskull vying for this primitive and tasteless planet.”
Skeletor considers the offer carefully, then says, “Very well. Let us see where this alliance takes us...for now.”
Meanwhile, He-Man and Teela enter Castle Grayskull. Teela is nervous, for she has never been invited into the Castle like this. She remembers the one time she sought answers from the Sorceress, but the memory is elusive to her, like trying to recall a dream that wants to be forgotten. He-Man encourages her onward however, and Battle Cat’s warm rumble pleads for her follow in her father’s stead. Her father’s memory gives her confidence and she joins He-Man to meet with the Sorceress of Grayskull.
Inside, the Sorceress stays on her throne, a distant and unapproachable figure of power. Teela is not sure why, but she thinks the Sorceress is keeping this distance because of her presence. With majestic authority, the Sorceress says to them, “I fear a greater evil than we first thought has followed Anwat Gar from out of the past, He-Man. I sense a power growing on Eternia, and it is stronger and older than anything else I have ever felt.”
“Could Hexon be the one who has cast this Spell of Shrouding,” He-Man asks her. “Neither Ageisha nor the Council of Seasons could say if he was still alive or not. And they did not think that Skeletor could use the Helm without destroying himself in the process.”
“Skeletor may have created the weapon that cast the Spell of Shrouding...but this is a very powerful magic that even Skeletor would have difficulty reversing. He may have caused the cities’ disappearances, but he most likely cannot bring them back. To combat magic this ancient, you must have the help from someone equally ancient.”
Teela is surprised, for she had thought the Sorceress was herself ancient and magical. Then it occurred to her that even if she was, the Spell of Shrouding could still be older. “Who do you mean?”
“Long ago, this castle made an alliance with the Dragons of Darksmoke. These were not like any dragons you have seen. They were beings of magic and intellect. They commanded the power of speech and brought much good to the world. But they are an immortal race, and they soon grew tired of the constant fighting of the mortal races. They withdrew from our world and now keep to themselves in their Fortress of Darksmoke. Their Lord is the one you must find.”
“Where do we find him?”
“I cannot tell you, He-Man. Part of our alliance with the dragons was that the Sorceresses of Grayskull would never speak of Darksmoke’s location.”
Teela is furious. “How could you? The King and Queen, the Masters, my Father! They’re all trapped in limbo, and you won’t lift a finger to help them?” He-Man consoles her, reminding her that the Sorceress has told them more than she could have.
“She is frightened for her father, He-Man,” says the Sorceress in a soothing and disarming tone. “Were it not for a binding spell, I would have broken the promise already and told you everything I know. But the spell does not prevent me from setting you in the right direction.” She gestures, commanding a wall to move away to reveal the library of Grayskull. “Beware, He-Man, there is a dark force at work, and even my powers are hindered by it. You will need to rely on Human knowledge to combat this evil. I will not be able to help as I have in the past. This trial is yours to face.” Her words give He-Man pause, he had not considered that Sorceress could be prevented from helping him in this way. But he understands that the Sorceress is not withholding her help by choice. He proceeds into the Library. Teela looks back to the Sorceress, wanting to convey an apology for her rudeness earlier, but the Sorceress’s face, even from her high throne--is forgiving. She gestures that Teela should go on without another word.
When the wall closes behind them, the Sorceress hears Zodak’s voice. “You are helping them against the edicts of the Council. That was not a part of the Test, Sorceress.”
“I have obeyed my oath of silence, Zodak, by not giving them Darksmoke’s location. But they won’t find what they need if I do nothing at all. The Enforcers are wrong to ask me to abandon them completely. This is not a time to--”
“The Enforcers are not alone in our resolve. The Elders also understand that this test of their resourcefulness is necessary. There will always be reasons to delay it, Sorceress. Remember, there will come a time when you cannot help them, regardless of your feelings or ours. The boy’s destiny is at hand, and the girl’s as well. They must face these trials without our help, or they will not learn to do for themselves.”
The Sorceress nods, but only reluctantly. “Let us cross that bridge when we come upon it then. Preparing them will make no difference if they perish in your test.” Zodak is displeased, but his psychic presence fades away. “May the Elders forgive me,” she says to herself.
What Secrets does the Library of Grayskull hold, and what of this mysterious Lord of Darksmoke? Will He-Man learn of the evil Hexon’s return or his alliance with He-Man’s greatest enemy? And what secret agenda does their dark spy Slayurai have in store for them next? Learn the answers and more in the next exciting Chapter: Journey to the Frozen North.
Fantastic as always, gentlemen. I love the images of Hexon's spirit taking over Daikon, and of Skeletor blasting him with his magic. Oh, I guess Scareglow's two appearances in the midst of the Evil Warriors proves that the "nameless one" wasn't him (unless he willingly went from powerful, shrouded presence to background lurker intentionally?)
See, now am I the only one who thinks that the Nameless one could be Skeletor?
He visits a traumatised self in the past and teaches him magic to ensure his future.
JITSU!!!! Thank the Elder Gods!!!!
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Oh man this gets cooler by the second.
Great to see the renditions of the evil warriors; and the 'new' Jitsu is a stroke of genius.
Was that Karg and Saurod I saw with the Hexon's horrible henchmen? definitely Lord Masque...
I'm loving how you guys are incorporating all of the past canons into something so rich and coherent.
Can't wait for tomorrow.
Well done again guys, the amount of work you have put into this is just plain mind blowing.
A fabulous new wardrobe was revealed to me the day I held aloft my sword and said...
WHOA! Ok that was awsome! .... taking it all in! Great work Iceman and Gbagok!
Wow awesome that hexon guy looks pretty badass and i see lord masque as well. I cant wait for the next part.