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| − | Brella - is the old duck gone?
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| − | Nathan - What are you doing here?
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| − | Brella - Seting up to give the bastard one more good scare tomorrow morning.
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| − | Nathan - I saw you leave!
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| − | Brella - So?
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| − | Nathan - *facepalm*
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| − | Thellia - It's your turn Brella.
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| − | Brella - ...Fine
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| − | Back when I was growing up, I had a friend who had gotten out of a Karnnite occupied own in breland. Told me alot of stories of Karns doing awful things to the Brellish. We enlisted as soon as the army would take us. He got stuck as a regular infantry in the 33rd, I got into the 158th intelligence division. We didn't see each other but we kept in touch. Finally about half a year before the Mourning, I got assigned to a Karnite town occupied by the Brellish. The 33rd had been there a few months already. First thing I did in town was find him. I found him, and about another half dozen members of the 33rd, in an inn. The owner was sprawled on the floor, all over the floor. His wife a bony woman of about 34 was being passed around by a bunch of drunk soldiers. She saw me, I don't think any of the soldiers did. She looked at me, then screamed the word cellar. Tried to anyway, someone had cut out her tounge. I found a locked door out back. Twised off the lock and found a little girl. She had a note pinned to her shirt with the information to get her to an uncle who worked for house Sivis, and a bag of stuff. I set her up to get taken care of and meet her uncle when the supply convoy went back to Sharn. Later that afternoon the inn burned down with 7 members of the 33rd inside.
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| − | Cassius arrives at the north gate where the warforged are in the process of stamping out the last vestiges of the fires. Fracture is standing in front of the ruined gate in intense concentration. Knowing better than to interrupt him Cassius stands back. Slowly a silvery sheen forms around Fracture and the gate as a great oaken barricade materializes out of thin air, blocking the gate. As the sheen of ectoplasm evaporates Fracture turns to where Cassius is standing.
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| − | Fracture: Colonel. I'm surprised the effects of drug wore off so quickly. Perhaps your meatsack immune system is more effective than I anticipated. I've erected a temporary barricade in place of the shattered gate. Its not permanent, it will fade after 16 hours but I can renew it if neccissary until the gate has been replaced. The damage to the surrounding stone is largely superficial, once the creatures burned through the gate they lost interest in the castle itself.
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| − | Cassius: (sounding tired) Good good. Any further sightings?
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| − | Fracture: No Colonel. I have stationed my troops here for the night regaurdless. Since the situation appears to be well in hand now I intend to head down to the Boar's Head for a while.
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| − | Cassius: I never understood why you frequent that place. I mean you don't drink, its not like you can, and you can hardly be said to enjoy the company.
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| − | Fracture: A fair observation. I attend the Boar's Head as a part of my research. I study those breathers which call themselves "adventures." Unlike most mortals who are weak and helpless, adventures exibit at least some slight amount of ability. I am attempting to decern what seperates an adventurer from your average fleshbag, what unifying factor allows them to develop far beyond the rest of their species?
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| − | Demonfey 07-15-07 01:03 AM
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| − | In the infirmary, after the attack:
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| − | Soldier: Hey, Patch, we got wounded here. Living spells.
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| − | The warforged turns, and moves a seemingly random plate, pulling out a slate board and piece of chalk. He writes down a reply.
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| − | Patch: How many?
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| − | Soldier: Thirteen breathers, three 'forged. Four heavily wounded, the rest can wait.
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| − | Patch quickly erases his first message and writes again
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| − | Patch: Send the heavily wounded in. I'll send homunculi to check out the others.
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| − | Soldier: Right, Patch.
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| − | With that, the wounded come into the infirmary, as about a dozen homunculi of varying types go to check the extent of the wounds and Patch gets started on a long night of work.
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| − | Personality: He was made to be a field medic, which means that he generally spends most of his time either sorting his materials, or healing the wounded. As such, he's generally not seen outside of his medical area too often. Also, no one has ever heard him speak, nor do they even know if he can any more. Nevertheless, people can't stop themselves from seeing him as an old man at heart (hence calling Patch "he"), and most people try and consider him a friend, because it's always good to be friends with the resident medic, especially this near the Mournlands.
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| − | Physical description: Physically, he seems to be in a good amount of disrepair, parts of him having apparently just rusted away or been torn off, to later be replaced by whatever metal was on hand-hence, the name. His parts also are old and worn, though still usable. In fact, he is possibly one of the oldest warforged from the war currently active, at well over 50, which is all others can tell about his age. He is generally seen with a small collection of homunculi at any time. He generally wears white.
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| − | History: Actually one of the first fully sentient warforged made by house Cannith, he was designed to support his fellow troops as the medic. As such, he has witnessed more death and pain than any being should, including the deaths of his siblings. Some time during the war, he just stopped talking, though its unknown if it was due to mental trauma, a wound that disabled his communications abilities, or simply that it gave out over time, but he hasn't talked to anyone since then, instead taking to communicating with his chalkboard. That includes when he first came here, a few years ago.
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| − | Charles Phipps 07-15-07 01:21 AM
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| − | Cassius: I expect they'll want you to tell a story, Fracture. The adventurers are growing restless and they need something to direct their attention. Whenever scavengers or mercenary bands stay in any one place for an extended period of time, they find trouble.
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| − | Cassius: Yes; nine tenths of these people are Warriors, Adepts, or Aristocrats. They're nothing to worry about. It's the genuinely skilled ones that are the real problem. The people who aren't quite....human.
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| − | Cassius: You know what I mean.
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| − | Fracture: Given your a half-elf. Not really.
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| − | Cassius: I'll explain it in a simple term. True Adventurers are nothing like normal, intelligent, rational beings. They are the perfect soldiers in the respect they are incapable of normal rational human fear. They will gleefully run into places like the Mournlands or Droam to seek out riches and booty without a thought to their personal safety. Face down Daelkyr or Dragons like they are half-starved goblins.
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| − | Fracture: Greed can drive a man.
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| − | Cassius: It's not greed. They don't spend their wealth on retiring. The fabulous riches of Dhakani and they'll spend them on weapons, armor, and healing up to fight again. They seem to live to fight. To grow stronger from their experiences by killing. Even those who profess a religious devotion are interested solely in genocide.
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| − | Fracture: Hmmm. Sound like these might be almost admirable beings.
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| − | Cassius: Believe me, they're incapable of discipline. Even the Holy Knights owe their primary loyalty not to their Church but their adventuring companions. They show disrespect to Kings and Pontiffs. Only the immediate associates have any real meaning to them. All others aren't even people.
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| − | Fracture: Fascinating.
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| − | Cassius: Yes, the adventurer....is pure destruction.
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| − | …they are incapable of normal rational human fear. They will gleefully run into places like the Mournlands or Droam to seek out riches and booty without a thought to their personal safety. Face down Daelkyr or Dragons like they are half-starved goblins.……They seem to live to fight. To grow stronger from their experiences by killing. Even those who profess a religious devotion are interested solely in genocide.……Believe me, they're incapable of discipline. Even the Holy Knights owe their primary loyalty not to their Church but their adventuring companions. They show disrespect to Kings and Pontiffs. Only the immediate associates have any real meaning to them. All others aren't even people.……Yes, the adventurer....is pure destruction.
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| − | Bunny: Actually thank me. :D
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| − | Lord Kale Fangblade 07-15-07 08:52 AM
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| − | Kael rose, placing his books in his belt poches.
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| − | Kael:" I suppose its my turn,
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| − | and then, when The Grey Realm drew close, The child began the dread ritual. tearing apart spirits and scattering blood to hold the spell in place. after twelve long hours the ritual worked, after a fashion.
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| − | They made it so he couldnt die. so that he could never feel rest, nor peace, even if his flesh was torn apart or he lay scattered in a thousand pieces.
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| − | To this day, they say that this Cursed Child, Part dead, part living, still walks unable to die despite horrific injuries. attempting to atone for his crimes and still searching for a way to free himself from the dread curse that holds him on this realm. "
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| − | Kael: Of course, this is but a story. Wether it is true or not.. thats for you to decide. now if you will excuse me, i'll turn in for the night.
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| − | Kelly: Wow. thats creepy, the sqeaky floor board didnt even make a sound...
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| − | Bunny: :OMG! What?! Who?! Someone name names so I can bust some heads!! :headexplo Though this is probably what I get for not having a health plan.
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| − | After dropping of fhis things in the ramshackle building he had been offered, Artifice found himself containing a free-range living fireball. Slightly singed, but all together fine he had made his way past a colonel-toting flagpole into the Boars head. he had sat through the diferent stories, and upon watching kael leave decided this might be his time.
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| − | Artifice: If were taking it in turns, i supose ill interject. Youll quickly find i have no secrets to protect. This life I live, is second to my first. but the fluid of my past, shall quench curiosities thirst.
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| − | I was born to a house of creation. Which would lead to my ruination. Both mother and father, by accident burned asunder. So now a shadow i lived under.
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| − | Heretic! Abomination!, I shall suffer their condemnation. I gave them all, including my arm. :: as he speaks this line he unfurls part of his cape revealing the tied off sleeve of his left arm, the visual to show how he lost limb in the "accident":: and now they seek to do me harm.
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| − | Till iron perfection i shall attain, and my detractors I have slain. My body will fail in time im sure, But power I have found, and accept its lure.
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| − | ::Artifice seems to be grasping for his lame rymes now but finishes as best he can.::
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| − | Whilst I work, and work in this protective vale...., I ask you all to come visit my sale....::
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| − | :: at this he shamelessly drops a few "buisiness cards" slips of tin which have a scrolling illusion announcing his name, and the hours in which his shop will be open.::
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| − | Artifice: thank you, and goodnight
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| − | KAMIKAZE! :chicken: out.
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| − | Cassius Du'Crion lied back and stared at the dark and terrible wasteful expanse that was just on the edge of the horizon. Many had their own theories about what the Mourning was and what it entailed. A House Cannith superweapon was one popular theory and had the nice dovetail that the Cyreans had brought it onto themselves, a sudden manifestation zone from Dolurrh of the like no one had ever seen before was another popular one, and there was also those who believed it had been an attack by the Aerenal or Dragons for whatever reason.
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| − | Cassius Du'Crion's answer had not pleased her. "I believe the Mourning was the judgement of the gods. That the worst and greatest battlefields of the Last War would be laid to waste for a people that could not solve their eternal conflict."
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| − | OOC: Nice, Kamikaze. It may not be the best poem ever, but it's way better than I could do since I ignored my Perform (Poetry/Rhyme) skill in favor of my Perform (Unnecessarily Dramatic Scene) skill. :D
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| − | Kelly: Ah, Sherlok! Jus' th' man ah been wantin' ta see. Got me a nice little tidbit if'n yer interested.
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| − | Gortuck: As always. *tosses her a gold piece*
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| − | Kelly: You bet yer pretty little head they did. Slaughtered most of 'em, 'n th' rest fled. A few managed ta slip inta a certain outpost thanks ta the commotion earlier.
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| − | Kelly: Cass were the first ah told, but not about tha stuff they brought. *winks* That's Scaverger territory.
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| − | Cassius felt a chill wind flow over him as the White haired Magehound rounded a corner and approached the battle at the gatehouse. he seemed... different somehow, more alive. even though his apperance hadnt changed at all, and his face was still a cold mask.
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| − | Fracture was just in the process of getting himself settled in the tavern when the alarm calls out for the second time that evening.
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| − | Fracture: (stepping out of a corner) Guess its time to go to work again.
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| − | As he steps outside just behind Kael he concentrates for a moment and another massive astral construct materializes in front of him. This one however has a hunched form and great silvery wings gracing its back. As it appears Fracture hops onto its back and the construct takes to the skies soaring quickly in the direction of the north gate. Below he can see the ghosts closing in on his troops as well as a robed figure making complex guestures in the direction of the barricade.
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| − | Fracture begins concentrating again and as below the figure finishes his incantation, the barricade dissapears in a sheen of ectoplasm. However at the same moment a new astral construct materializes in front of the figure. If Fracture was capable of it he would have smiled at the wizard's look of shock as the construct slammed him with its fists, knocking him off his feet. Instead Fracture ordered his mount to dive towards the courtyard.
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| − | As it raked through one of the ghosts Fracture leapt off, leaving the construct to continue the attack on its own. As he rose, slightly battered, a trio ghosts began closing on him.
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| − | Fracture: Why do they always have to attack during the story hour? Its a prime time to study what makes one become an adventure and possible origins of the traits.
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| − | Not letting his musings distract him, Fracture buffets two of the ghosts with blasts of force but the third slips past, slipping a hand colder than ice deep into Fracture's chest. Fracture jerks slightly but shows no other outward signs of pain. In truth however the blow has left him barely standing. Fracture backs towards a wall, limping slightly as the ghost closes in to finish the job. Before it has a chance however Fracture's first astral construct swoops down, driving the ghost into the ground and ripping it to shreds. Fracture leans agains a wall for a moment, concentrating, until a rosey glow envelopes his hand which he slaps to his own chest. He steps away from the wall, popping a couple of joints experimentally as he does.
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| − | Ari and Reade peek out from the Boar's Head to see what all the commotion is about.
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| − | Ari: Nope. Quiet as a grave. We'd better go back in and liven things up a bit.
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| − | OOC: I'm rather fond of the Forces Theme. I was listening to it as the battle progressed.
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| − | The figure on the other side of the wall was a sight that was known to only those who had familiarity with the dreadmost aspects of the occult. The figure wore a large goat headed mask over his long purple robes while holding a staff of blackened ash with a malformed human skull tipped on the edge with red rubies covering it.
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| − | "Morir es venir. Morir es vivir," the figure muttered.
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| − | [To live is to die. To die is to live.]
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| − | "Es hora de rezar," it jabbed down its staff in front of itself as he clasped his hands together.
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| − | "¿Qué carajo estás haciendo aquí? ¡Lárgate cabrón!" The figure struggled with the monstrous creature assaulting him.
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| − | [What the :censored: are you doing here? Get the :censored: outta here, mother :censored:!]
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| − | Unfortunately, the gate was still down and that left it open for the next phase of the small army that had been assembled by the Priest of the Dragon Below. Where there was nearly some twenty five specters assaulting them, these looked to be nearly a hundred zombies. Their faces rotted and wielding primitive tools.
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| − | "Bendecido sea Orkus!" Only when they shouted this out when they went for throats hissing and screaming with speed did the walls realize that they were not zombies at all.
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| − | "GET THE ARCHERS ALONG THE WALL!" The Colonel had been wounded in several places even as he wished for a wizard or a true priest right now. "Don't let the ghosts get into the village or we'll face an entire army of them if they start killing the living with their touch!"
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| − | Though weakened by the touch of the ghosts, the Captain was obviously trained in the Rekkanmark blademaster's style. Focusing his attacks on the more powerful of the opponents as he sought to allow his troopers to regroup behind him and focus their attacks on the living foes before them.
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| − | And yet I'm doing nothing compared to this stranger He watched Kael dispatch spirit after spirit with a kind of gleeful sadism.
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| − | A little shifter girl about twelve years old with silver hair huddles in the straw as the battle goes on outside, the little thief had the power to pass through walls and it had only resulted in them chasing her further across the horrors she'd faced.
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| − | "Plata Fuego proteja yo!" the little girl muttered as she held the glowing crystal skull under the folds of her peasant attire.
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| − | [Silver Fire Protect me!]
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| − | OOC: Hey, we get juiced by the music too, but we don't know any way to create a character within the rules that could join in.
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| − | Charles Phipps 07-15-07 07:01 PM
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| − | Originally Posted by SilvercatMoonpaw (Post 13082014)
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| − | The hair on the Colonel's neck stood on end, the air tingling just as a Lightning Bolt flew past him. It struck dead center of one of the lines, passing through the first diseased attacker to hit at least half a dozen more. The fact that they froze in place clued him in to who had thrown it.
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| − | Lindsey: Sorry! Running isn't my specialty.
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| − | She lobbed a Fireball towards a group of spectres, their gostly forms crashing to the ground as ice enveloped them as well.
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| − | Cassius: (i.h.h.) Usually creeps me out that even her fire spells freeze, but I'm not arguing now...
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| − | Benjamin: Booyah!
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| − | EDIT: Hm, bad timing. Kaizer posted while I was typing. (shrug) Well we never worried much about continuity before...
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| − | As the ghosts close on Fracture his plating begins to glow, first red and then white hot. Without warning this heat suddenly expands outwards, incenerating the ghosts. One or two avoid the blast but they are quickly set upon by the astral construct.
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| − | Fracture: TROOPERS, FORM UP!
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| − | Nearly two dozen warforged disengage to gather at Fracture's position including a pair of juggernauts which flank him like bodygaurds. Fracture makes a motion with his hand and the entire unit charges to where Cassius is still fighting ghosts. The warforged roll over the remaining specters harrassing the Colonel as Fracture moves along side Cassius.
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| − | Cassius: (clutching a stich in his side) :rolleyes: Well enough captain. Strange you should mention it considering your own body didn't seem to be in the best shape a minute ago.
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| − | Fracture: (still completely emotionless) Perhaps you also need to have your meatbag eyes examined as well sir.
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| − | Cassius: *sigh* (sounding tired) Perhaps.
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| − | Fracture: (turning back to the warforged) Alright, the twins (motioning towards the pair of juggernauts) will try to clean up up the ghosts, they're immune to the worst of their effects, the rest of you form up at the north gate. (with a hint of a smile in his voice) I'll provide reinforcements. MOVE OUT!
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| − | The mage had found an out of the way nook to regroup and direct the assault from after getting away from the damned constructs.
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| − | Twig Snap
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| − | Mage - ?Como? - uuuuuuhhhhhh
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| − | Brella - If you don't speak common, you are about to die.
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| − | Brella - Goodbye
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| − | With that the Half-orc brings her foot down on the Mages with the robed human's bones audibly cracking. She then pivots and ducks in the same motion, further damaging the humans foot, and as she rises brings her palm up with such force that it rips the mage's head clear off.
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| − | Brella - Ok now where are the rest of the buggers. Mages are like roaches, every time you kill one there's 25 more with wands aimed.
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| − | While mending the fallen from before, a ghost passes through a wall-right into Patch's line of sight. This is a bad move, as is readily made apparent by the beam of holy radiance that comes from behind one of his many plates-one that seems to form the symbol of the Sovereign Host. The undead soul screeches, and flies away as fast as it can. He calls over a humunculus while looking at the wounded before writing
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| − | Patch: Stay here. Your wounds are still too severe to go into the front line.
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| − | OOC: Actually, both are perfectly canon. It was a LOT of ghosts after all.
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| − | Oh and my favorite version of Berserk. Sadly, the video obviously doesn't fit unless you like firedancing.
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| − | Cassius Du'Crion stabbed one of the enemy zombies in the chest as it hissed and spit, dropping it's weapon.
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| − | "¡Te voy a matar!" The monster spit in Thranish.
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| − | [I’m going to kill you!]
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| − | ....right before Cassius decapitated him in one blow.
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| − | Fracture stared at the handiwork as he said "Humans do seem to talk a great deal in battle don't they?"
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| − | "¡Cogedlo! ¡Agárrelo! Mueren! Mueren! Meuren!" A group of the meat zombies then lept onto the Warforged.
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| − | [Get him! Get him! DIE! DIE! DIE!]
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| − | Fracture causally tossed them off as he waded through them with his mace. "How do you say 'Imbecile, I want to kill you'?"
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| − | Cassius jabbed his boot dagger into the chest of one after being knocked down by another. "¡Imbécil, quiero matar!"
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| − | Fracture nodded before saying "What he said!"
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| − | The Warforged causally crushing a human's skull in one of his gigantic hands.
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| − | "What I dislike most about it...is the mess," Fracture said coldly.
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| − | The Karrnath soldiery finally got to joining their warforged associates then as the Archers had crossbows for closs range combat and began unleashing a hail of them into the enemies as the ghosts had largely been laid low by the combination of spells and warforged superiority to human flesh. The plague ridden human beings were largely struck by oil covered bolts even as they had been engraved with an adept's spell that triggered a small flame. The night sky lit up with the burning Dragon Below cultists even as the regular militia came rushing in with shields and spears to start forcing the remainder of the attackers outwards.
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| − | "Wir sind die Sieger!" Cassius spit down in Karrnath as he was suffering from numerous cuts, a stabbing, and a cracked rib.
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| − | [We are the Champions!]
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| − | Patch said "You need medical attention sir."
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| − | Cassius nodded "Yes. But there's others hurt worse than me."
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| − | Patch said "With all due respect. We can be repaired. Stronger, faster, smarter. Humans are not so easily mended."
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| − | Cassius said "Good point. How many did we lose?"
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| − | The barrier was once more erected.
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| − | Fracture said "Six meat. Three of our units have been smashed....beyond repair. Six need to be reactivated."
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| − | "Who were these?" Nathan had come back, his dagger wet with blood from stabbing a plague cultist.
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| − | Cassius looked at them. "I think we may have found our bandits operating in the area...."
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| − | Nathan looked at them "Thranish bandits?"
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| − | Cassius looked down at the vomit looking men covered in hideous plague boils and deformities. Most of them were wearing monks habits, prayer crosses, and a few armed with the Silver Blade of Tira Mirron that was erected in cross like formation. "No, I don't think they were bandits originally. Which makes this that much worse."
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| − | He lifted up one of the desicrated silver holy symbols. Now dedicated to one of the Demon Princes that dwelled beneath Khyber's borders. "The power of evil in the Mournland has learned to spread its will beyond its normal borders."
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| − | Outside Boar's Head
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| − | The silver headed girl ran through the alleys as she struggled to move against the terrible feeling of evil that still clung to the air. That was when she blinked and slammed into the folds of a young woman's skirt, a beautiful one with yellow eyes and a dancer's figure. She wore carnival like attire that was common to many Shifter caravans that chose a life that was itnerant rather than face the prejudice of many human beings.
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| − | "Hello little girl," The woman looked down at her in shock. Surprised to see a little shapeshifter like herself, especially wearing Thranish peasant girl dress. There was something also familiar about the girl with Longstrider blood that made her seem so inoffensive and herbavore like.
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| − | "Perdon," The little girl said.
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| − | [Pardon me.]
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| − | She was about to run even as she saw the other end of the alley held a much more intimidating looking man. "Ah, Thelia, how amusing. You seem to have managed to pick up yet another annoying guttersnape. I was amused when Mistress Kelly created your little band of mercenaries and professional looters. Perhaps you'll find some work for this little one before she ends up in a brothel. I understand the half-orcs love shifter girls."
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| − | Thelia glared daggers at him. Then looked down at the little girl clutching a crystal object of some kind. "What's your name?"
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| − | "Marie," The little girl knew that much Common.
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| − | Gihren said "I'm surprised you're not out there fighting the horde. The creatures of the Mourning are your speciality."
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| − | Thelia frowned. "My only business is scavenging. What my team does in the meantime is none of my affair."
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| − | Gihren chuckled and said "You should consider my offer. Support me in becoming Lord of the Manor. After an attack like this, Cassius is going to board up scavenging for weeks probably in the interests of public safety. The object?"
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| − | He extended his hand.
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| − | Thelia removed a locket she'd smuggled in and handed it over to Gihren....almost. "When you have what I want."
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| − | In the cover of an alleyway with a view of the now ended conflict, a wooden wand is lowered. Skillfully carved into the likeness of a viper, the wand had spat magic missiles into the attackers. The young woman holding it takes a deep breath. A familiar stuffy feeling fills her throat, and she quickly reaches for a hip flask. She grimaces at the taste, but the itching in her nose and throat subsides. "Try to get a decent drink, and look what happens. I might as well just head back home." She weighs the flask in her hand, gauging the amount of contents before she returns it to her pocket. She looks into the shadows of the alleyway behind her. "Clangor, come." As she walks off, a small construct resembling a wolf made from metal comes out of the shadows where it had been lurking to watch her back and follows.
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| − | *The cultists walked forward through the dead grey mists of the Mournlands they where the second wave of the attack on Caer Shadowfast they where also the larger one. They where close less than an hour away when an arrow shot out of the mist closely followed by two more. Then ten men appeared in their ranks killing fifteen of them in seconds as they turned to strike the men disappeared into thin air. They couldn't see their assailant yet so they pressed on all the while come under withering fire from their unseen attacker. Once again the soldiers appeared in their midst cutting down twenty this time before teleporting out again but the enemy had lost two of their number. When it appeared they where nearing their unseen archer the men appeared again killed another twenty before they could react but his time they did not disappear as they had before it seemed whatever magic had allowed them to teleport in out was now spent.*
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