Forgotten Freedom:80
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Three airships zoomed over the hill and closed in on the battlefield. Below the demon hordes finished off the last of the poke-creatures only to see the new threat come plummeting down at them from the sky. The ships crashed into the hordes, enveloping them in burning cinders and explosions. Demon flesh burned with the wood and the fires left only scorched earth where they hit.
The moment after the burning ships hit, Sa’vor, Feal-Thas, Tara, Andrea and Naz'roth crested the hill and watched the demons burn. As one, they raised their weapons and let them fall, sending forth their armies from behind the hill to come down on the burning landscape of demons. The battle was begun.
Terrek stood on the bow of the real Forgotten Freedom and watched the battle unfold below him. The fake airships were a stroke of brilliance, he thought. The idea had come to him as they were passing over a shipyard, so they’d just commandeered three of the ships right there and loaded them down with explosives. A simple illusion and a little telekinesis took care of the rest.
Terrek turned his attention from the battle below to those still on the ship. His strike teams were ready. All those not already in battle below were gathered on deck. He turned to address them all and spoke
Terrek: This is the moment of truth. Every other battle that you’ve had before this was mere practice. Today we are not just avenging the death of one of our own, but defending our very world from forces that would see it either crushed or controlled.
He paused for a moment, then turned to Jarlot. Jarlot nodded in reply, his composure now one of righteous fury. Godbreaker stood out on his back, the carefully crafted adamantine gleaming slightly. Jarlot turned to the helm and looked at slip.
Jarlot: Slip, bring us in.
Slip: Aye’aye, captain.
The airship screamed down from the cloudbank, the elemental burning as hard as it could. Even Earl was mad with battle-rage but did his part without fail and brought the ship over top the rear of the battlefield.
Tony the Tiger sent out the telepathic signal showing them where to drop. The wind rushed past nearly drowning out all sound as Terrek shouted out his command.
Terrek: Bravo team, GO!
In unison the crew jumped over the side of the ship leaving behind only Terrek’s hand-picked team. Some flew screaming down to the battlefield, others leapt holding long ropes in one hand to slow their decent, blasting away with a gun in the other.
Kithle landed first and immediately ate the brain of a Rakshasa and hurled its corpse at another. Kanatash came to a stop just overhead and unleashed a savage series of crushing mental attacks, obliterating the mind of Balor who crumpled to the ground in the fetal position. They nodded to one another in approval then put their backs to each other to face the oncoming tide. They saw their crew come to the ground and Volrath landed nearby crushing several demons beneath his many legs.
Others landed quick and attacked relentlessly. The Rakshasa were falling. It was only a matter of time before they would have all the generals destroyed.
A black dome of shimmering energy appeared overhead and they all knew that they fought this battle alone. Terrek had warned them that once it was in place, only he could dismiss it, but he’d be fighting Ariajni so they’d have to fend for themselves till the battle was decided. Terrek’s team would either kill Ariajni and he’d return to release them or Terrek’s team would all die in the fight in which case they might be safer inside the dome till they could figure a way out.
Just then a massive explosion blasted Kilthe off his feet bringing his thoughts back to the battle once more. He looked up to see its source and his eyes widened in fear…
Terrek raised his hands and focused his will, bending the arcane energies of the world to do his bidding. They resisted at first, as they always did, but the spell was complete and a black dome of shimmering energy rose to cover the area where they had just dropped off the crew. He’d worked long and hard to create this spell; an impenetrable shield. No magic could pierce it, no vision could see through it. It served only the purpose to cut off the back of the battlefield from the rest, leaving the army below without their generals. It’s impact was seen immediately as the demons turned to look for their masters, look for some command that might aid them against the might of the devils, half-dragons and undead they faced, but they were cut off, and so they panicked, making them all the easier to cut down.
Sa’vor waded through the combat slaying any demon to cross his path. The battlefield was home to him. He’d been bred for battle and knew it well, but this time was different. He saw his foes die before him as always, felt their blood run through his fingers as it always had but now there were emotions attached. For the first time he felt that this battle meant something. It wasn’t just a senseless exercise to occupy his time as so many others had been. He was avenging a fallen comrade, and he was furious.
He’d been without his soul for so long, he’d forgotten what the full weight of emotions was like, but he felt them now. Righteous fury burned through him as he levied Soulharrow at the demons and he felt good for the first time in a long time…
Naz’roth brought the hilt of his sword down on a demon’s skull, splitting it in two. He wanted something more challenging than these puny flesh-bags, but Terrek had instructed them to only face the weaker ones in the event that they were needed against Ariajni. The plan made sense, but it felt wrong.
He didn’t trust Terrek. He’d done something to Sa’vor. What, he couldn’t say, but there was a look in his companion’s eyes that he hadn’t seen before. He even acted different, savored the battled differently, almost as if he cared about it. It was battle. There was not time for emotions; they’d only get in the way. He’d seen fit to dampen Sa’vor’s long ago, hardening him to battle but now… whatever Terrek had done had re awakened them.
Time for idle musings after the battle, he thought. For now I must concern myself with destroying these foul things…
Feal-thas looked over at Sa’vor and saw the buring rage in his father’s eyes. He was pleased. For as long as he could remember, Sa’vor’s eyes had been empty. Now he was glad to see that the battle had awakened his burning passion, even if it was only for the moment.
Feal-thas returned his gaze to the task at hand. A demon’s skull cracked under his armored foot and he ripped another’s throat out with his teeth. He swung his blade around and sliced through another’s head. It was so easy; these demons were no match for him. Sa’vor must be bored with these things…
The battle raged below. So many players in this little game, thought Terrek. Pirates. Rowdy, uncontrolled and more concerned with booze and women than anything of any real importance… yet somehow they make an effective fighting force. But still, if I hadn’t laid out the plan, they all would have died. I’d wondered why the gods would let such a congregation of so many powerful beings exist. Now I see. Alone Sa’vor could crush armies. Here, he’s so lost for direction that he’s incapable of thinking straight long enough to realize it. So many of the others are the same; they wade through the demon armies as though they are swatting flies, but they can’t pull themselves together long enough to take over the world. Pitiful.
Terrek turns from the bow and looked at his chosen strike force. Of all those concerned, these were the individuals that would defeat Ariajni. He spoke softly, barely audible in the wind, but they knew what he was saying. They were each ready for their part.
Terrek: It’s time. Terra, Lisa, you’re up first.
Ariajni sat upon his throne of skulls at the top of his massive tower that rose like a spike out of the hellish land of the demon wastes. Behind him the demon fire burned, crackling. He frowned. The battle was not going well and even his immense powers could not pierce the veil of the black dome. His generals were the best, but still…
The battle cry came from nowhere, and he looked up in time to see a figure cloaked in burning silver flame charging at him. He barely had time to stand before she ran her blade up to the hilt into him, burning him with the silver fire, causing untold agony. Holy energy erupted from the blade as it sank into his gut, blasting a whole out his back. He drew his hand back to strike at the woman and rip her throat from her body. Her eyes widened as he brought his claws down for the killing blow… and was caught.
Ariajni whirled to see a vine wrapped around his wrist, the thorns digging into his flesh and dark energy shooting along its length. Another woman held the end which seemed to be buried in her flesh. The black energy burned but he ignored it and grasped the vine with his hand, intending to rip the woman off her feet toward him.
Just then a blast of unreality hit the back of his head as he stared at the vine-wielder. It tore a whole in the fabric of the universe as it struck, drawing part of him with it. He turned what was left of his head and saw the Breaker Prime glaring at him, white-hot hatred in her eyes, non-energy oozing from every pore in her body. Ariajni laughed and spoke.
Ariajni: They send three women to kill me? ME!? This is insulting. I’ll kill you all and watch as your bodies burn in the demon flame!
Terrek appears behind him grasping his head, digging his claws into the flesh of his face. His chains wrapped around Ariajni’s arms and legs and Terrek sank his teeth into the Rakshasa’s neck. The bladed ends of the chains buried themselves deep into his flesh and white energy sprang up around them. Ariajni could feel his very essence being drained. For a moment his eyes widened in surprise and Jarlot appeared, running at full-blow, sword raised high, ready to strike. He felt the energy from the sword and knew it would destroy him.
Every muscle in Ariajni’s body tensed then released. A massive explosion of energy erupted from his body blasting everyone backwards.
Jarlot flew back and skidded along the floor losing his grip on Godbreaker as the sword tumbled out of reach. Lisa was blasted backward and slammed into a wall, her weapon still impaled in Ariajni’s gut. The backlash hit Terra like a ton of bricks and she lost her hold Ariajni with the vine-whip and dropped to her knees. Terrek flew backwards away from Ariajni... right into the demon fire anchored only by the blades embedded in Ariajni’s flesh. Only Satnak was unaffected having raised a shield at the last possible moment. Ariajni turned to her and his head mended itself, growing back in at an alarming and disgusting rate.
Ariajni raised his hands in an arcane gesture preparing to blast Satnak into oblivion. Her eyes widened; not even she could take a massive blast from a demi-god. With her last breath, she prayed to the gods that they would have mercy on her soul and closed her eyes anticipating the blast that would end her. It never came.
Satnak opened her eyes to see the Terrek’s chains tightened, white fire shooting along them once again and the being pull himself from the flames his flesh ablaze. A bestial rage filled his features as his skin melted away. Terrek lunged. A horrid growl erupting from his throat as his claws sank into Ariajni’s back. She saw Terrek’s fist clench and he ripped his hand out… pulling the spine from Ariajni’s back. He fell to the ground instantly dead as everyone regained their footing.
Terrek stood over the corpse still holding the spine and pulled his chains from Ariajni’s back. His face was a mixture of anger, surprise and confusion. The others ran over and all began talking at once.
Terra, Lisa, Jarlot and Satnak: How did you… I mean… what the… that was… what about my revenge... no f**king way…
Terrek: That was far to easy… not nearly as much power as I thought…
His voice trailed off and he stared down for a moment lost in thought. Then finally he looked up. Raw fury the only thing left on his face now. He spoke with a forced calm, though his whole body shook with rage.
Terrek: We’ve been tricked. This wasn’t Ariajni. He must’ve…
Terrek’s eyes flew wide with shocked realization.
Terrek: No… the others! We’ve left them to die!
Then he turned and ran for the wall of the tower, spinning his hands in a spell that blasted a hole through it, never losing grip on the spine he’d ripped from the fake. He dove, spreading his wings then pushing them fiercely to increase the speed of his decent beyond what gravity alone could do
The others stared after him dumbstruck. Jarlot was the first to snap out of it.
Jarlot: Oh, F**K!
He raced for the hole Terrek had made and leapt down after him, the others following close behind.
Satnak - I flinched... No time, Kill!
Satnak unleashes a world shaking barrage upon the enemy hordes.
Satnak - Just gotta get a few more before the big ugly show his mug.
A flash of grey light can be seen briefly around the breaker prime.
Jarlot: Soooooo, we're down to the final stretch aren't we?
Ariajni: Yes, you have one hit point left and I have the next combat round. The Forgotten Freedom will soon be mine.
Jarlot: It's not over until the character sheet is ripped up.
Ariajni: You know they think you're out there battling my double Jarlot.
Jarlot: Clone Spells are subject to frequent character abuse.
Ariajni: I see.
Jarlot: Oooooo, look at that! A critical failure!
Arijani: Damnit!
Jarlot: And a critical success on my part!
Arijani: Oh hell.
Jarlot: And you know what that means?
Arijani: I shudder to ask.
Jarlot: I get to rule the world.
13: :zzz:
Bunny: Wake it! The Entity's up and the battle's happening!
13 (sports announcer voice): OH BY ANY RANDOM GOD, that cannot be legal!
Bunny (sports announcer voice): New use for a mindblade, certainly.
13: Ow, that has to be painful.
Bunny: Important part for a demon, too. Never know when you might get a gig with hot anime chicks.
13: :eek: Okay, that was just excessive. You do not need to dual-wield kamas like that.
Bunny: At least he doesn't have to worry about hemerroids.
13: There's Naz'roth, one of the former demon lords. (Naz'roth's statistics flash up into view) He's been distinguishing himself on the fields of Shavrath recently. He's 2,314-1. Wow, that's certainly not subtle. Some of the other demons are already sliding on it.
Bunny: Well the couatls took them all by surprise that time. Oh, ho, ho, ho. And coming up left field we have Kithle (Kithle's statistics flahs up into view, but they change with every brain he eats), nicknamed "The Great Bastard".
13: Now he's gottem in the hold…now he's sucking out his brains…now he's realizing that this guy is a walking porno storage.
Bunny: But let's go over to Andrea and Norbaz.
13: (Andrea's statistics flash up) You know, it still amazes me that some people think necromancers can't be attractive. And the zombies are…what are they doing? Oh, man, is that sick.
Bunny: No wonder there are rumors about her and Norbaz.
13: Not only is she a wiz with waking the dead, she's a former member of the Emerald Claw. And that thing with the zombies is just wrong.
Bunny: Okay, I did not know you could use a Death Attack that way.
13: Um, wasn't Lady supposed to be around this field somewhere?
Bunny: Well, Terrek is dropping the shield, so maybe we'll get a chance to find out.
Ariajni and Jarlot face off. Just then there is a long howl, and Thyrs leaps up the stairs, Lady upon his back. Lady flips off in a huge dramatic lunge for Ariajni, who easily steps aside. Before she has time to react, he grabs her head in a crushing grip.
Ariajni: Hmm, and what little gnat do we have here?
Lady: My name is Lady d'Eva. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Ariajni: I think not. For all your power, for all your knowledge about how this day goes, you still do not understand power. (his eyes laugh at her as he reads her mind) Ha! You still follow the ideas of that demented god, believing that one cannot be powerful and smart at the same time.
Ariajni throws Lady hard onto a wall, and sends a blast of the Demon Fire at Thyrs.
Ariajni: Knowledge is power. And I have both. I will crush you (standard super-villain monolgue)
Most of the crew are still under the dome, battling the generals when Kanatash suddenly appears on a hilltop. He's dressed like Pacino, complete with scar across his face. He is holding in both hands the massive gun which he constructed during the lull before the battle.
Kanatash: SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! (telepathicly to the crew) Ok, I'm about to fire this thing and I have no idea what it's going to do. I've opened up an extradimensional space and you're probably going to want to get in it before I decide to fire this.
Most of the crew slowly breaks off whatever battles they had been involved in and make their way in Kanatash's direction before jumping in a small, completely black hole in the ground behind him. Kanatash waits until all the named crewmembers are inside before pulling the trigger. The builing energy is palpable and sound the weapon makes as it powers up shakes the resolve of even the most fanatical Rakasha's. Suddenly all the building energy is violently released...
It does absolutely nothing...
To the Rakasha...
OOCrystalforged: I don't feel so good.... (falls over on ground)
Everything goes black.
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The entire field seems consumed by absolute blackness. There no longer seems any up, down, or any other direction for that matter. The very existance of the ground beneath one is called into question as is the existance of everything else, even one's self. In this darkness two sets of eyes appear, cartoon style. The first is the glowing, solid black eyes of Kanatash, the other is the cat-like eyes of a single rakasha.
Rakasha: Uh, what just happened?
Kanatash: It would seem that attempting to comprehend the sheer, raw power of my weapon was more than the mind of whatever entity from beyond non-existance was controlling us at the moment could handle. It's mind overloaded.
Rakasha: Entity from beyond non-existance?
Kanatash: Yes, we are all just fictional characters created by the wims of these entities and made act out their sick fantasies. They create everything that exists to us and hold absolute controll of our lives.
Rakasha: But if this entity has been knocked out, how do we still exist?
Kanatash: A valid point, I can only surmise that I personally have grown as a concept to the point where I am no longer defined by any single entity. I have literally taken on a life of my own.
Rakasha: What about me then, I don't even have a proper name.
Kanatash: I hypothosize that you exist because my will wants you to exist. In the abscence of an entity from beyond non-existance to impose upon this imaginary world their concepts of what is possible, any free willed creature can shape the world in any manner they can imagine. Part of my concept however is that I am not limited in what I can comprehend. Without an entity to impose some limits on me my actions are not limited, not even by the limits of my imagination. My powers are unlimited, I can literaly do anything I wish, say to you and your friends.
Rakasha: We're boned aren't we?
Kanatash: More than I can imagine you imagining.
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Several minutes.
OOCrystalforged: Ohh, my head. (gazes around the battlefield) Man, what happened here?
Kanatash: (trying to sound inocent) Oh, nothing.
OOCrystalforged: (suspicious) nothing, then what happened to the rakasha?
Kanatash: Oh that gun I made must have taken them out.
OOCrystalforged: Then why didn't I see this happen?
Kanatash: You must have looked away or something.
OOCrystalforged: Then why does my head hurt.
Kanatash: You must have hit your head when you looked away.
OOCrystalforged: So you're saying that gun did... I can't even discribe what the horrers inflicted on the rakasha both body and soul.
Kanatash: It's a really impressive gun.
OOCrystalforged: (raising an eyebrow) Uh-huh...
Kanatash: Oooooh, there's a name I like. (holding up the gun) I christen thee, the DM-Breaker 1.0. :evillaugh
Naz'roth raised his staff to the sky. the Emerald burned with dark power, Naz'roth felt the wonders and the words of darkspeech buzz with the anticipation of release. sparks of magical energy lanced off Naz'roth crushing entire regiments of his foes. a coronal of darkfire burned around him, flowing around the staff, a blast of black flame launched itself into the sky. now burning with blackest flames Naz'roths symbol appeared, in the centre of a pentagram. from each of the five points a lance of magical energy blasted into the earth. more demons where incinerated in the blasts. Now Naz'roth began the incantations, from his tongue flowed many darkspeech words. and the day became night as the moons obscured it from the world.
Naz'roth raised a gauntleted hand and twisted Ariajni's pillar of fire to his will, it became as black as Naz'roths own soul. the very land itself began to shake around Naz'roth as more and more of his power flowed from him. Naz'roth raised a hand towards Ariajni's tower, he made a crushing motion. and the very tower itself seemed as if crushed by a gaint hand. ground into dust and collapsing, Naz'roths eye's began to glow with an emerald light. he turned towards the remaining Rakasha's Rajah's and made a hand motion. each and every one collapsed dead. Naz'roth let go of the power. the symbol still burned in the sky, the pillar of fire was still black. Naz'roth smiled, he still had at least half of his power. he began to draw power from the souls of the dying demons around him, consuming their essences to restore his might. Naz'roth sighed as he smashed a demons head in with his shield. now the Dragons would definetly know he was free. Naz'roth shrugged and unleashed a bolt of energy from his staff ripping the souls from a advancing skirmisher platoon and drawing them into himself. these where thoughts for another time.
***
Tara unleashed a wave of necromantic energy to crush a balor that had been causing particular troubles on the left flank. she then unleashed a barrage of magical attacks on a troublesome Rakasha sorcerrer platoon. the attacks impacted on a almost invisible shield. Tara smiled and reached into the ground beneath their feet, she tore the ground open with her magic's and plunged the Rakashas to their doom, a balor approached her flaming whip raised to smite her. she tried to prepare a spell but to know avail, the whip lashed at her. burning her flesh. it then prepared for a finishing blow, Tara stared into its dark eye's seeing the sadistic joy of destruction. before the balor even raised its arm a familiar figure burst through its chest in a spray of gore, Sa'vor span in midair and severed the balors head with his Mindblade in the form of a Scythe. he then pushed the body away from him as it exploded. Sa'vor smiled at Tara and offered a hand,
Tara: *telpathicaly* how did you do that?
Sa'vor: *grinining* Bloodwalk
Sa'vor bloodwalked through a nearby halfdragon warrior whom wasnt in the least bit distracted by his creator passing through him. Tara smiled, she hadnt seen Sa'vor having this much fun in many years. Tara raised a hand and signaled for a skirmisher brigade that had been stealthly infiltrating through the crags at the left flank to attack a particularly difficult Arrowdemon unit. a brutal melee erupted in which the arrow demons where shredded by the far more skilled Half-dragon skirmishers. the skirmishers then proceeded to open fire on the enemy's left flank, causing heavy casualties. Tara smiled, but such happyness quickly became a frown... she hoped the others where all right..
Feal-Thas danced and weaved amungst his enemy's his blade slaying all whom where not fast enough to react. he unleashed a blast of lightning and fried a attacking psion before he could manifest a shield. for Feal-Thas battle and combat where his life, he had been born into it. he could feel the fierce and feral energies of war burning in his soul, he loved the taste of blood and feeling as you strike an enemy. Feal-Thas cut four attacking demons in half before they could even raise their weapons to parry, it was in that instant that he felt the sting of an arrow striking his shoulder. he looked to see a green fletched arrow sticking out of his shoulder.... he smiled. obviously piosoned. another one struck him, this one causing him to step back.
Feal-Thas raised his head to see the firer. it was a Rakasha nobel. a black and twisted bow clutched in its hands, it fired again. this time Feal-Thas dodged it easily. in an instant Feal-Thas drew his bow and notched an arrow, he Saw the Rakasha do the same. Feal-Thas colsed his eyes and channeled his might into his arrow. he felt the world around him and the whisteling passage of the Rakasha's arrow. Feal-Thas stepped aside and fired. his own blackfletched arrow span in the air and lodged itself in the Rakasha's throat. the lord pulled at the arrow as a spray of blood splattered the lords own armour. it wrentched the arrow from it and smiled evily. Feal-Thas uttered the triggerword. the arrow exploded in a ball of black flame. the Rakasha's form was completly swollowed by the explosion. when the flames died out, all that remained was ash. Feal-Thas drew his blade once more, the call for bloodshed ringing in his ears
The patrons of Erk's place watch the battle on the big television, with 13 and Bunny commentating.
Bunny: Okay, Naz'roth is just overacting there.
Random demon at the bar: Oh, come on. That's a perfectly legitimate technique.
Other random demon at the bar (at Sa'vor's Bloodwalk): Foul! Foul!
Random angel at the bar: This is just sick!
Random devil at the bar: I agree, those rakshasas don't know a thing about real warfare.
Random angel at the bar: And their coach just stinks.
Other random demon at the bar: Oh, you got a problem with Ariajni?
Erk (signalling to the other employees): *Barfight comin on.*
13 (on the TV): If we were following rules that would be completley illegal.
Bunny: I really wish they'd leave some whole. Greyfeline left some great demon recipies.
Satnak - Hands off hairball.
Kidney punches Ariajni.
Ariajni turns from Lady and gets a clock to the jaw.
Satnak - Your right about thrys and the whole power intellect thing, but hands off my people. Kicks Ariajni in the throaght.
Ariajni - SKECH gah heehee... IMPUDENT *Slay Living with mad dc*
Satnak - ....
Arriajni - Of course its not that simple. *insanity*
Satnak - I'm dissapointed. Even if that worked do you think that would help? :rolleyes:
Ariajni - :mad: You *****.
Satnak - Tell you what I'll wait till you have a chance of hurting me then I'll fight.
Ariajni - :mad: :censored: :tantrum: :rant: :banghead: :hoppingma
Satnak - ('pathing Lady don't move until i say go then sneak away, jarlots already prepping the next move)
Lady - (IHH huh?)
Satnak- (no time left now run)
On the other side of the black pillar.
Lady - Since when do you do illusions?
Satnak - Its a sculpted astral constuct with Terra's shadow clone over it.
Lady - I was told Terra was smart, but thats just downright crafty.
Satnak - It's my plan. :mad:
Lady - oh :embarrass
Satnak - Hold this. I'll need you to trigger the spell on that scroll in a little bit, when i give you the sword trigger the scroll got it good. Now while my construct lasts, when will he use something that works on constructs anyway?.
Lady - wait a minute
Satnak Leaps into the pillar and a strange 3d pattern begins forming in the air around the battle field. Spheres, diamonds, circles, line and solid style, start manifesting in appearently random angles.
Zakya Rakshasa Duchess - HAHAHA lookat the cute little cublings.
Geset - :ahem: ... *polymorph any object*
ZRD - What good did changing my clothes do? I'll still kill you.
Geset - THink about what I changed them to, then consider my brother has howmany tentacles now? 4?
Chalky - now you know true fear :D
ZRD - RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Volrath: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, zero! Chestbusters rip from the stomaches of multiple demons. Volrath: Now out do that. Nalfien: Fine I will. Nalfien makes an arcane gesture and multiple redshirts begin to glow. The redshirts wave their arms in dramatic sweping motions. Each demon they gesture toward bursts into flame and runs screaming from the battle. Nalfien: Your turn. Volrath: Innsmouth Numerous redshirts in front of Volrath grow enormous claws from there fingers, their eyes become bulbous, all other their hair falls out, and their skins become layers of green fish-like scales. They proceed to rip apart various nearby demons. Nalfien: Fenir Cuddles grows to epic proportions. He begins to swallow whole legions of demons at once. Volrath: Give me a little time to top that. Nalfien: :D
13: I wonder……do we exist if our Entity ceases to think?
Bunny: Let me tell you a little secret…:shifty: (draws 13 closer)…our Entity does not exist. Only we exist, and it is just a tool we use.
13: So than it's mind could never be overloaded.
Bunny: Why do you think it's so good at being evil?
Terra: So...would I cease to exist?
OOKaizer: You know, I'm not sure...
Lisa: What about me?
OOKaizer: Probably not. You did start off as someone else's character...
Lisa: Then, if the Rakshasa still existed because Kanatash wanted him to, then shouldn't Terra still exist because I want her to?
OOKaizer: That would make sense. But you know how much sense anything else in this thread makes... Anyway, neither of you can disappear. I still need to send you on the honeymoon. :devil: :plotting:
Terra: You know something? You enjoy writing about that way to much.
OOKaizer: :smirk: You like it too...
Terra: :embarrass
The Forgotten Freedom 2 hovers over the battle field, near the peak of the dome. Redshirts are duct taped to the sides, firing at anything that comes within range, and generally keeping rather well protected (Accuracy by Volume). Inside, Liam, Ketler, and Allen put the finishing touches on the Mi-Go Cannon modifications.
Allen: Wait. This thing cut down hordes of C'tan, and we're making it more powerful?
Ketler: What of it?
Liam: Don't forget, that focusing array we added on the aperature should prevent large scale destruction.
Allen: Okay, so we'll only be carving a hole all the way to Argonessen. That makes me feel better.
Ketler looks up from his work.
Ketler: You know, if we can get it to stop about a few miles down, we could make it a volcano maker as well.
Liam: Good idea, Ketler. Remember, though, this is just a full scale prototype. We saw the results from a small scale one that just used Kanatash as a power source.
Ketler: Alright, it's done. Just one more wire to connect, and we can head over to fire control.
Ketler connects said wire with a satisfying click. He and Liam race to the fire control, while Allen walks along as the sanest of them all, considering the actual consequences.
Liam: Ha! I win! Boot the targeting systems.
Ketler: Alright. Keeping all Ubers and Scum out of a 20 yard radius of the line of fire, we have a nice test target... here.
Liam: Fire when ready, Ketler.
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[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=7]KER-FRAZZLE[/SIZE][/COLOR]
A [COLOR=DarkOrange]blinding orange beam[/COLOR] streaks out from the top of the dome. When the smoke clears, both sides stand gaping at the (luckily) pinpoint accuracy as a rakshasa was cleaved neatly in two by the beam.
Ketler and Liam: :dancin: :evillaugh :clap: :love: :ayyyy!: SWEET!
"Doo-doooo-d'doodoo."
"Mnah-mnah."
Ariajni: Oh for the love of—WILL YOU NOT DO THAT?!
Martian 1: "Cow...cow...yip, yip, yip, yip, yipyipyipyipyipyipyip, uh-huh."
- BRRRRRINNNGGGG*
Both creatures: :eek: "GONG!!!"
Martian 2: "Telephone...telephone...yip, yip, yip, yipyipyipyipyipyipyip, uh-huh."
Martian 1: "OoooOOOHHH"
Ariajni: GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAKS!
Kithle - Kind of in a desperate fight for revenge and survival here.
Dodges a Goristro's punch and slits its wrist.
Kanatash: Oh, sorry. (baleful teleports about half of the goristo's skull away) Better now? Or do I need to continue?
Kithle: Say, you ever wonder what happens to the pieces you teleport away with that power?
Kanatash: Well, normally infinitesimally small pieces are scattered across existance but I recently set up a far more "special" destination for the pieces.
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Somewhere in Thrane. A meeting is taking place between the council of cardinals. Krozen is making some fiery speach against the crew of the Forgotten Freedom.
Krozen: I advocate that we form an allience to put a stop to them once and for all, their reign of terror will never end if we do not. They are yet unaware of our plans so with careful planning we might-
Krozen is cut off as several pounds of Goristo skull materializes out of mid-air directly above his head, falling and covering him in demon brain matter. Moments later a small note also materializes and drifts towards the table. One of the cardinals picks it up and read it aloud.
Cardinal: "This moment courtesy of Kanatash. P.S. Remember, I'm always watching."
Krozen: :weep:
Cardinals: :mymy:
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