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Post by SuperBassX84 on Apr 21, 2005 9:46:38 GMT -5
Bass: Alright, enough distractions. Let's get everything moving before something else happens, like a herd of wildebeest come wanderi--
-=A small herd of wildebeest wander through the ranks of the Pantless Wonders=-
Bass:.....
-=Bass falls over=-
-=After being helped back up, Bass continues=-
Bass: Why didn't anyone tell me they were there before I said that? Elfie: How were we supposed to know what you were going to say? Bass: That's beside the point. A better question - what the hell are wildebeest doing in Serra's Realm?! DA: Well..... Bass:..... DA:..... Bass: DA, did you bring wildebeest to Serra's Realm? DA: Maybe.... Bass: Elfie....Elfie mediate....Elfie mediate now.... Elfie: DA, I think you might wanna get behind me again. Piñata: -=Stepping in front of Bass=- We need to get moving. Those Dragkhar may have spotted us during the first recon, and if they did, Aratar knows we're coming. Bass: Good point. LK: So do I get to rock out on this Volcano Plane, or what? Piñata: Talk to Stalin, he'll know better than I.
-=LK walks over and begins his conversation with Stalin, Piñata goes back to making his final checks, and Bass heads over to Laniin=-
Bass: So, Beautiful, you up for some hot Volcano Plane action? Laniin: If you ever call me that again in public I'll break your nose, and as long as I get to kill whatever attacked here earlier, yes. Bass: Good. Would you like the Demons to escort you while we're there? Laniin: I can handle myself. Bass: But you're just a wo-- Laniin: Finish that sentence and you won't have a bottom jaw. Bass: --nderful fighter who can easily take care of herself without any help whatsoever. Laniin: Good boy. Now help my find my good boots. Bass: Boots...like, step-on-and-inflict-pain boots? Laniin: They're not for you. You're not that lucky...yet. Bass: -=Shock and confusion=- Laniin: You'll get it eventually.
-=As she walks away, she runs her hand across Bass's chest. After a few minutes of standing staring into space, much to the confusion of the Demons, a look of realization sweeps over Bass's face. He silently pumps his fist in the air as Elfie comes over=-
Elfie: ? Bass: TOLD YA! Elfie: Actually, I told you. Bass: But...I... Elfie: -=Look of rightness=- Bass:..... Elfie: Exactly. Bass: DAMMIT! Elfie: Anyway, Stalin and LK are finishing their discussion and the troops are already assembled at the portal. Bass: And the wildebeest? Elfie: Moved far, far outside the city by Piñata. For some reason he didn't trust Laniin when she volunteered a few minutes ago. Bass: Smart man. Elfie: Yeah. So let's get this show on the road, shall we?
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Post by piñata on Apr 21, 2005 12:06:30 GMT -5
*Before Piñata can open the portal to the Volcano World, he notices that a portal is already opening. Using his Planeswalker power, he closes it. Several of the enemies that were trying to get through lose body parts as the portal closes right on top of them, and only three of them get through intact. Those are quickly and efficiently dispatched by Scythe, DA and Laniin.*
Piñata: Well, I guess that Draghkar did spot us. Stalin (gesturing to the severed head of a Trolloc): That's not the worst news, either. Piñata (picking up and examining the head): A beak and ram's horns? Never seen that combination before. Do you thoink Aratar's been experimenting on the Trollocs? Stalin: If he is, he's probably found a way to make them more formidable. Bass: Lovely. Don't you two have any good news? Piñata: Actually, I have more bad news. Our battle plan required us to fight from higher ground. I had my eye on a particular hill, which had a flat, plateau-like area on the top, where we could set up our headquarters and make a defensible area from which LK could do his thing. Bass: And? Piñata: That hill was where they opened their portal from, which means they've secured it in preparation for our attack. Elfie: Let's get this over with before they decide to try and attack us again.
*Piñata opens the portal, and immediately draws his lightsaber and wand. Noticing his wand feels different, he looks down to see that he was still carrying a second lightsaber (taken from a dead Jedi in the last Adventure) in the wand's former location (the wand is secured in his cloak instead of at his belt). Shrugging, he ignites both sabers and, with Stalin, Bass, Elfie, Scythe and DA next to him, leads the Conclave forces through the portal.*
Random sentry: They're com-- Aughh! Piñata: So much for any chance of surprising them.
*The enemies swarm over the Conclave forces, but dozens of them at a time fail to get past the Fellowship members arrayed in front. Piñata, realizing he won't have time to kill them all, settles for doing as much damage as he can -- he breaks noses with elbows, shatters kneecaps with booted feet, and bashes skulls with the hilts of his lightsabers. Bass, on his left, uses the Light Staff to knock enemies aside as if they were no more than children, often sending them flying into other enemies in order to cause collateral damage. Scythe, on Piñata's right, launches throwing knives at such a high rate of speed that his hands blur. Arrows whistle through the air from both sides, but Piñata knows without even looking that the Conclave archers are scoring far more hits. Piñata's lightsabers never stop moving, and a growing mountain of corpses starts to pile up in front of him. He fights without wasted effort or extra thrusts, trying to conserve his strength as much as possible. When a huge D'Haran soldier stops in front of him and swings a great-axe at him, Piñata hits the handle of the axe with his lightsaber, sending the head of the weapon spinning off to the side to mow down other members of Aratar's force. Before the man can even register his surprise on his face, Piñata's lightsaber has already burned across his throat. Using the mass of the biggest soldier he's encountered so far against that soldier's former allies, Piñata kicks the D'Haran in the chest, knocking him back into the enemy formation behind him. Bones crunch when he hits them.*
Bass: You don't have to kill them all right now, you know. Piñata: I know, but if we can force a retreat, we can take this hill.
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Apr 21, 2005 15:05:33 GMT -5
Bass: Good point.
-=Bass stops dead, much to the bewilderment of the Fellowship. To even further bewilderment, he closes his eyes. Piñata, confused, does his best to defend Bass's oddly statue-like trance. Eventually, however, a lava-man gets through=-
Piñata: Bass! Snap out of it, ther--
-=Without opening his eyes, Bass decapitates the lavaman with his Lightstaff with blinding speed=-
Bass: This is a technique I discovered while training for the tournament. Hopefully it works as planned.
-=As more enemies rush Bass, he assumes a battle stance. Then, with almost blinding speed, he begins hacking through the enemy ranks, taking out several dozen enemies every few seconds. His movements are blurred, and the only signs the Fellowship has of his location are the fast-moving Bass-shaped blotch of light and the trail of shrieks and dead bodies=-
Scythe: Wow. Piñata, it looks like he's gonna kill even more than you have! Piñata: Like hell...
-=Piñata redoubles his efforts, now casting spells and wielding his lightsaber in what looks, to an untrained eye, almost reckless. Enemies fall in scores as the rest of the Fellowship start mopping up the few opponents that Bass and Piñata missed. As it begins to dawn on Aratar's forces that the battle is lost, they quickly attempt to retreat. Many are cut down by the archers of the 'Clave in attempting to do so, and a paltry sum of soldiers makes it out of the area alive=-
-=After the battle, the Fellowship regroups as the army starts setting up a headquarters and formidable enough defenses=-
Stalin: So Bass, where and when the hell'd you learn to do that? Bass: Serra's Realm, while we were training for the tournament. While you and Piñata were preparing for your sparring match, I was off doing a bit of training - specifically, on my Essence Powers. I figured they'd be useful in the tournament because of the fact that EVERYONE used Magic. Piñata: Ok, but that doesn't explain HOW you managed to pull it off. Bass: I was getting to that. As you all know, I had a few powers to begin with - getting a general sense of the people in an area, limited mind-reading/control, the ability to strengthen and weaken people, and, in extreme circumstances, the ability to rip a person's essence clean from their body - essentially dismembering their soul. Piñata: You never told us about all of that. The only two I remember are the first and last.
Bass: Well, in that case, yeah, I can do those things. Anyway, they've all been increased, but in the first few days with Aidene I uncovered a new power. I could always tell general senses of people - both strength and location, but I could never do it in close quarters or very accurately. With a little inspiration from Aidene, I could. Then I was in a distant field in Serra's Plane. I was meditating, which is something new for me, and I could sense nearly all the living things around me. I concentrated on a few blades of grass to see how much information I could gather. It was a lot more than I expected. So I decided to try striking one to see how accurate I could be. Even in meditation I could feel the wind rushing past me as flew at the blade of grass. I'd never moved that fast before in my life. I tried it again with several - again, near perfect accuracy, near blinding speed. I concentrated on grass blades further apart - same effect. It turns out that when I'm meditating, as long as I'm not distracted and as long as the meditation stays unbroken, I can do that - not for a long time, but for at least a few minutes...I think 10 was the longest I stayed like that, and I almost passed out afterwards.
Piñata: Then how did you talk to me when you were meditating? How did you hear me warn you about the guy attacking you? Bass: I didn't talk directly to you, I just said it. I figured SOMEONE from the 'Clave would hear it. It wasn't distracting to me because I said it and it didn't break the meditation because I prepared for it. As for the enemy, well, the whole point of the attack is to know EXACTLY where your enemies are and where to strike them. He wasn't exactly a tough nut to crack. DA: Great, now he can come beat me up out of nowhere. Bass: I know. Isn't it great? DA: Wonderful. DA::Aidene: Bass, I'm glad to see you've improved the technique. DA: Not this again... DA::Aidene: Yes, this again. I'm always in here, just so you know, I just prefer not to do this too often. Makes you look crazy. DA: Yeah...wait, so why can't I do that? I mean, I've got you IN my body! If you taught him the technique, so I should know it by default! DA::Aidene: First of all, I didn't teach it to him. I gave him the basics of how to sense exactly where people were. The rest he did on his own. Secondly, you aren't nearly as attuned to people's essences as he is. I'd have trouble even teaching someone like Piñata, a Planeswalker, or Soulcatcher, who is quite in tune with, ya know, souls, that technique, much less you. Soul: So does that mean what I think it means? DA::Aidene: What do you think it means? Soul: DA'S BODY SUCKS!!! DA::Aidene: No, Soul, only your body sucks. Soul: MY BODY DOES NOT SUCK!!! DA: Haha, even Aidene agrees. Soul's body sucks. Soul: My body....oh, screw it, I'm going to help build a wall... DA::Aidene: DA just doesn't have the mindpower to pull of such a trick. Bass: Haha, DA's stupid. DA: Shut up, Bass. Shut up, Aidene. Go away now. ..... ..... DA: Good. Elfie: Ok, guys, I've sent out some recon...specifically, the Badger Assassins...hope you don't mind, Bass. Bass: As long as they come back Ok, not at all. Elfie: They're all fine. One was slightly burned on his left thigh, but they're all fine otherwise. Bass: Good.
Elfie: Anyway, I now have a full map of the surrounding area. We're in an interesting situation. This hill we're on provides excellent defense, but right about where it levels out at the bottom (in the North) starts a heavily dense forest which could easily provide cover for any enemy assaults. Running from our East all the way to that extremely large volcano in the far North is a very large river. There was steam coming off of it, though, so it's unknown how hot it is. Also, it was flowing towards the South, so it's coming FROM the Volcano, not going TO it. To our West is a rocky plains followed by what looks to be an ocean of lava. At the very least, it's a large lake, because the recon couldn't see the other side. Those plains stretch around to behind the forest, albeit a LONG way behind the forest. Then the river cuts across and goes into the mountains. There are several mountains and then the very, very obvious massive volcano in what looks like the middle of the range. That's the basic recon, I'm still getting reports and gathering information, so it may change a little.
Bass: Thanks, Elfie. Your work is very much appreciated.
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Post by stalin on Apr 21, 2005 23:36:35 GMT -5
Stalin: Alright guys, the trollocs are stupid shits, but the rest of the enemies have actualy brains. They will soon realize that they need to strike up quick to dislodge us from our position. The trollocs wont come back on their own, but pushed by fades they sure as hell will charge. Lets make a Defensive circle now. I want the archers in the middle, along with LK and his noise making fun fun. I want the llamas and cavalry on next circle out, ready to attack if needed. On the farthest out I want the polar bears and our clave Centurians. This will be where most of us are too, as we shuold be the most effective fighters. Pinata: What about the aces? This portal is to small and I can't manage to make one large enough to get them all in. Elfie: Thats simple enough to solve. We can focus our energies into creating a large enough one. The technique is called linking. Channel just a little power and link to the next planeswalker. Only one person can control it, but that person wields the power of all of the planeswalkers. Its very effective with making huge, single strikes. Bass: Righto, lets do this thing.
*All the planeswalkers gather close and link. Suddenly, a huge portal appears in the sky and the remaining Yellow Aces fly through it and start circling. The portal snaps shut and the planeswalkers open their eyes.*
Pinata: Holy jesus bread on ice! I have never felt so much power flowing in one spot before. Scythe: You might wanna stop gawking in awe. The enemy is reforming right now. It looks like they are about to charge. Stalin: Thats it! Troops, into position. I want LK making his music NOW! Troops, split into 5 fireteams now! Bass, you take alpha, DA, go for Beta. Pinata, Charlie. Soul: Delta. I have Fox. Scythe Laniin and Buddah, we need you guys to watch for weakening flanks and help in those. As for LK, set up your equipment and get pumping. Elfie, if you could annaylize the situation as it goes that would rock. Lets do this people!
*stalin suddenly pulls out the coat of arms and waves it madly in the air. With his other hand he pulls out the Baton of Morale and holds it high. He channels a little power into them and suddenly all of the clave forces gain in strength. The bears stand taller, their muscles bulging. The archers pull their bows back tighter. Even the llamas seem to be producing more semen.*
Stalin: This is it. Let us make a final fight here against Aratar. For long he has troubled us, stood against us as our main enemy BUT NO MORE! NOW IS OUR TIME TO FIGHT! Bass: FOR THE CLAVE!
*A cheer rings out over the lands as all the clave soliers join Bass in the call.*
DA: LK, you ready?
*LK just grins as he looks down at his guitar, raises his arm and strikes a chord, the noise ripping through the land. As the blast is sounded, the archers release the arrows and the bears start firing their gatling guns as the onslaught begins.*
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Post by piñata on Apr 22, 2005 11:00:29 GMT -5
*Piñata waits for the enemy to come within range, content to let the archers and llamas draw first blood this time around. He sees Draghkar, and other winged creatures, circling overhead, and the Yellow Aces moving to engage them, followed by the slower-moving Flying Cavalry.*
Elfie (loosing an arrow): I bet you hate this part. Piñata: I could do something.
*Piñata summons a Force of Nature, which tramples down the hill and mows down several dozen enemies before finally being brought down by several dozen arrows.*
Bass: Here they come. Piñata: How'd he know that with his eyes clo... oh, right. Elfie (loosing another arrow): I have a feeling I'm going to catch up to the kill totals you and Bass had before. Piñata: You wish.
*As the enemy begins charging up the hill, Piñata kicks the bodies in front of him, sending them rolling down to wipe out those who don't get out of the way in time. However, he's forced to duck as lightning shoots toward him.*
Scythe: Looks like someone's using magic down there. Piñata: I see him. The glow of his lightsaber gave him away. It's a Sith. Elfie: You don't thoink it's Aratar, do you? Piñata: Since when have we been that lucky?
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Apr 22, 2005 15:27:46 GMT -5
-=Bass opens his eyes=- Bass: Aratar's not down there. He's not anywhere near this battlefield, unless he's learned to mask his essence, which I highly doubt. It's not exactly an easy task. Anyway, there are actually three Sith, two more are back a ways in the forest, prodding the remaining troops forward into battle. As for kill totals....how about this? -=Bass summons quite a bit of mana and begins throwing off Lava Darts and Shocks in rapid succession=- Piñata: How is that supposed to catch up? Bass: With this... -=From Bass's hands fly several dozen small, winged creatures, looking somewhat like a cross between an eagle and a cruise missile. They streak towards the enemy, oblivious to magic attacks and arrows, and slam into various creatures, killing them instantly=- Piñata: What the Fork? Bass: Wing shards. Piñata: Oh. Well I still like the Force of Nature more. Bass: As you would. Elfie: -=Looses another arrow=- Despite your obviously gung-ho attempts, they're still getting pretty close. Either kick it up to stronger magic or get ready for some melee combat. Bass: -=Assembling the Lightstaff=- I choose melee. I'm in the mood to bathe in the blood of my enemies. Elfie: Since when do you have that kind of bloodlust? Bass: Since I realized I look mad sexy covered in blood. Elfie: -=Blinks=- Laniin: -=Yelling from a tower above while throwing various projectiles=- I wouldn't say mad sexy, but better than normal is a good start. Elfie: Right...anyway, get into your battlegroups. I'll get up by Laniin so I can better analyze this AND have a good bodyguard. By my calculations the enemy should be within melee engagement range within a few minutes. -=At Elfie's request, the Fellowship breaks into their various battlegroups, setting up behind the makeshift gates in the wall of the HQ, and waits for Elfie's command to strike=-
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Post by piñata on Apr 22, 2005 17:33:21 GMT -5
*Piñata rolls another body down the hill before hurrying to catch up with the others. Once inside, he waits perhaps more anxiously than anyone else for Elfie's command.* Bass: I've already got over a hundred kills. I don't even know why you're competing with me. Piñata: I have 102 so far. How many for you exactly? Bass: 108. I guess we're not that far apart. Piñata: Guess not. Elfie (from the tower): I have 93. Piñata: How the Fork did you pull that off? Elfie: During that first battle, didn't you notice a lot of arrows heading past you? Piñata: Yeah, but I thought some of them were from the Rangers. Elfie: Some of them were. But for some reason, I seem to be more on my game than usual today. Piñata: That's good to know. When do we get to go back out there and add to the body count, anyway? Elfie: Soon. Just wait a few more minutes.
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Post by stalin on Apr 22, 2005 23:50:29 GMT -5
*stalin looks at pinny and bass compairing their kill counts.*
Stalin: Sure, you can kick their butts with your own hands, but doing it with theirs is the real trick. Scythe: What the hell are you talking about?! Bass (with a slight laugh): If your doing what I think your doing, its not worth it. You are always to drained afterward. Stalin: Correct, but that is with strong minded people. These trollocs have the mind power of an infant. They seldom have more then one thought in their mind and that thought is most often about killing. I won't even feel the effects of taking control of a few of these maggots.
*Stalin walks over to the middle of his fireteam and looks out over the mass of enemies attacking. He finds a praticularly mean trolloc, one carrying a large, power axe. Keeping eye contact with the trolloc, stalin lets the mana flow through him and enters the mind of the trolloc. Down on the field, the trolloc stops suddenly and blinks. His commrades look at him as they run past but say nothing. Suddenly, he swings his axe around and slices two of them in half. He starts moving against the flow, hacking as he goes. Considering the trollocs are moving at such a fast rate, they dont notice what lays ahead of them until the axe is burried in their flesh. At the base of the hill, a sith looks up at the charge. He notices a hole in the ranks, growing larger. It is obviously not caused my random arrows so he takes a closer look. Seeing that its a trolloc causing the damage, he hurls a lightening bolt at it, killing it instantly. Stalin snaps back to attention.
Stalin: See guys, its all about style. Let them kill themselves and our work will be done here.
*Pinata smirks at stalin as he looks back over his fireteam and kicks another corpse down the field. Suddenly, an arrow flies past his ear.*
Pinata: Guys, they have short bows with them! Bunch up and get any shields you have up. They just came into range!
*The clave troops continue fighting, some behind shields, others daring the open field to get more kills. A few Centurians start to fall aswell as some of the polar bears. But still, they fight on, ready to face their comming foe.*
Elfie: Here they come guys! Centurians, aim your spears, bears, hold fire and prepare for melee. Everyone else, well, have fun.
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Post by Elfie on Apr 23, 2005 0:36:14 GMT -5
*suddenly trollocs start flying over the walls, and crashing into the ground on the other side* Elfie: That's just kind of scary. Soul: What's going on? *they're catapulting their own minions over the walls in the hopes that a few will survive, get up and start to wreak havoc* Soul: That's kind of sick. Elfie: Just a little. *to the troops* Don't waste your arrows on the flying Trollocs unless they get back up. A Trolloc: Drop your weapon. Elfie: You'ren't smart to speak like that. A Trolloc: And you'ren't dumb enough to question me when we've got your friend hostage. Elfie: What? DA: There were like twenty of them! *three Trollocs stand holding DA in place* Elfie: Where did they come from DA? DA: I don't know. A group of them landed near me, except their landing was lighter and they just got up and attacked the nearby troops. Elfie: Crap. A Trolloc: Drop your weapon. Elfie: Say I take my longbow here and notch an arrow. *notches an arrow* Then say I enchant that arrow so I can revive whoever it strikes whenever I want. *casts a spell on the arrow* Then say I shoot DA with the - DA: Hey! Elfie: *nods at DA* At that point you'd have no bargaining chip and I would kick your butts. A Trolloc: You won't do it. Elfie: Watch me. *fires an arrow right at DA* *the Trollocs gasp and momentarily release their grip on DA, which allows him to draw his dagger and use its sharpened end to split the incoming arrow in two so each half peals off into a Trolloc* Elfie: Nice! *the third Trolloc begins to respond but is struck down by an arrow coming from nowhere* DA: Where did that one come from? Elfie: The spell I cast on the arrow was a Fork. DA: Then *gulp* that arrow wouldn't have revived me if I hadn't acted? Elfie: Not unless someone else had enchanted it. Good teamwork by the way. You're getting this whole communication thing down pretty well. I'm impressed. DA: Teamwork...right... Are you sure I just didn't trust you? Elfie: Everyone trusts me. Besides, I could see that you knew what was going on, even if you only did it subconsciously. DA: Probably Aidene again. DAidene: No. You did that all by yourself. DA: Really? DAidene: No. It was all me. DA: Really? DAidene: Heheh. I really don't think it was me. I was kind of taking a nap. Just woke up in fact. Elfie: Guys, that's still really freaky.
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Post by DarkAngel on Apr 23, 2005 11:17:58 GMT -5
DA: Yea, you find it freaky. Try being me. Elfie: I'll pass on that thanks. DA: Hey, none of that. You never know when I'll be in the situation where I have to shoot an arrow at you. Elfie: That's a scary thought DA.
*DA watches as a Trolloc flies through the air, coming straight for Elfie, roaring. DA raises his hand, then flicks it casually off to the side. The Trolloc stops suddenly, then is flung back into the sea of opponents, crushing them.*
Elfie: Dismiss DA? I think that's the first time I've seen you use blue in awhile. DA: Heh, I just like waving my hand around like that. Elfie: Figures... DA: Do you need me up here for anything? Because that battle down there is looking pretty damned tempting. Elfie: I think I can manage. Try not to get captured again. DA: I'll do my best.
*DA force jumps into a middle of Trollocs that were about to overrun a group of Polar Bears. DA whips out his lightsaber, which glows a bright pink. The lead Trolloc takes one look at DA's pink lightsaber, then bursts out laughing. His laugh turns to a gasp of surprise as his right hand is severed off.*
DA: Care to keep laughing?
*the Trolloc roars in fury, then charges at DA waving its ugly looking mace around him wildly. DA ducks under the mace, then thrusts his lightsaber through the Trolloc's head, sending him twitching to the ground. DA reaches behind his back, then draws his giant sword which he used in the fight vs. Tyrael. The Trollocs take a step back after watching their leader get cut down with ease. DA grins, then charges at them. Cutting two down on the first pass, one with each sword. Before the other Trollocs could react, DA severs the heads of two more on the backstroke. The rest of the beasts are cut down by the Polar Bears support fire.*
Stalin: Not bad DA, you've been practicing. Pink's definately your colour. DA: Thanks. I think it brings out my eyes. Stalin: *coughs awkwardly* DA: What? Too gay? Stalin: Just a little. DA: Fine. Hey stalin, how does Sith hunting sound? Stalin: Fun.
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Apr 23, 2005 15:18:43 GMT -5
-=Bass watches DA and Stalin exit from the rear of the encampment=- Bass: Hey Candybag, I think they're going Sith hunting. Piñata: Not without me they're not. Bass: Hold on. Stay here and fight. If too many of us disappear at once, the Sith'll think something's up. Let them do what they do. Laniin: Yeah, they want a Sith head, too. Bass: Too? -=Laniin produces the severed head of one of the Sith generals, as well as his lightsaber, from behind her back=- Piñata: How the Fork'd you manage that? Laniin: Well, while Elfie was rescuing DA or whatever, I ran out of throwing knives and got bored. So I cast an invisibility spell on myself and snuck out. I went around into the forest and found one of 'em trying to round up a bunch of stragglers. He didn't realize I was there, so I slit his throat. Then I killed the stragglers for fun. Then I brought the head back here to put on a stake. Bass: -=Blink blink=- I don't know whether to be impressed or extremely frightened. Laniin: Well as long as you never cross me, lil' Bass, you never have to worry about me slitting your throat. Bass: -=Blank look=- Piñata: Um...yeah...Laniin...about earlier...with the hitting on you...that's not gonna get my throat slit, is it? Laniin: No. Piñata: -=Lets out a sigh of relief=- -=At that moment, a bundled together series of about a dozen Trolloc heads come skidding into the middle of the conversation, followed by a very excited Soul=- Soul: See, Bass, -=points at the heads=- my body doesn't suck after all! Bass: That was DA, not me. Soul: Yeah, well, whatever. I figured we could put them on stakes and scare the ene...my....-=Notices Laniin holding the Sith head=-.....oh dammit. How the hell am I supposed to top that? Bass: You're not, unless you kill the other two, which is going to be tough because DA and Stalin just went to get another one themselves. Soul: Oh. How about if I just kill a whole bunch more Trollocs? Bass: THat's a start. Elfie: -=From above=- How about you ALL kill a whole bunch more Trollocs, like the ones that are reaching our front line? Group: Good idea. -=The group disperses to their various place, each wielding their weapon of choice. Laniin tosses the Sith head up to Elfie, who very quickly sets up a device to both spin and light up the severed head while it's on a nearby stake=-
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Post by DarkAngel on Apr 23, 2005 19:49:31 GMT -5
*DA and stalin walk around the edge of the enemy army, who are unable to see them due to the invisibility spell stalin cast.*
DA: Oh man, I really wish I knew how to cast this spell...Have you seen some of the girls on Serra's Realm? They take baths together stalin, BATHS! I could watch the whole thing... Stalin: DA, we're in a warzone, try to be more professional. DA: What happened to you stalin, you used to be cool! Stalin: Shhh...We're getting close.
*DA and stalin notice one of the Sith standing atop a rock, right in the middle of a large group of Trollocs.*
DA: Shit...We're not going to be able to get to him with all of those things around... Stalin: I got an idea. I'll distract the Trollocs to lead them away...Don't move from here though until you have a clear path to the Sith, or else the spell will be broken. DA: Alright, good luck. Stalin: You too.
*Stalin breaks away from DA, drawing and igniting his lightsaber in the process. He casts a few spells at the Trollocs, only injuring them slightly, but causing them to disobey the Sith's commands and chase after Stalin, who is sprinting away. Only two Trollocs are left guarding the Sith. DA ignites his lightsaber and unsheathes his giant sword, then rushes at the two beasts. They don't even hear DA coming until it's too late. When the two beasts slump to the ground, the Sith turns to face DA, his face shocked.*
DA: Nice day we have here today, wouldn't you say?
*the Sith snarls at DA, then ignites his dual-ended lightsaber, force jumping at DA. DA's sword ignites in flame, then meets the Sith's weapon. Sparks fly as the three weapons collide, sending both fighters back. The Sith force throws a large rock at DA's head, which DA easily avoids. DA lunges at the Sith again, but when the Sith takes a swing at DA's head, DA drops to the ground, then uses both of his feet to send the Sith flying back into the rock he was standing on earlier. DA springs to his feet, then charges at the stunned Sith. He only has time to throw up his lightsaber in defence to prevent DA's attack from removing his head. However, DA's attack leaves the Sith's lightsaber badly damaged, causing one end of it to turn off. DA charges once more. However, the Sith doesn't notice that DA uses his force push to push a rock behind the Sith's feet. Because of the Sith's damaged weapon, he is quickly put on the defensive, retreating at his parries DA's fierce attacks. Then, not seeing the rock, he trips over it, sending his lightsaber skidding across the ground, and leaving the Sith unarmed on his back. DA takes one look at his opponent, then strikes him in the head with the broad side of his sword, causing the Sith to black out.*
Stalin: DA! How'd you do? DA: Not too bad I guess. *points at the Sith* Stalin: Not bad, but why didn't you kill him? DA: I figure we can get some answers out of him later. Stalin: Alright, but let's hurry up and get back to the others...I ran around a large tree for 5 minutes with the Trollocs following me, it won't be too much longer until they realize that I'm not there anymore. DA: *laughs* Alright, let's go.
*Stalin casts invisibility on the pair, then they make their way back to the front lines, dragging the unconcious Sith behind them*
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Post by piñata on Apr 24, 2005 17:28:01 GMT -5
*Piñata cartwheels out of the way of one enemy while making sure to smash his feet into the next enemy's chin on his upswing. He lands in a crouch with both lightsabers ignited, cutting down three opponents in quick succession. Not far off, he sees Bass catch a Murgo across the throat with his staff, crushing the man's windpipe.*
Piñata: I'm at 105 now. Bass: 110. You're catching up. A little.
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Apr 24, 2005 22:27:23 GMT -5
-=As Bass finishes off another Murgo, he notices a dust cloud heading towards the rear of the encampment. He runs to the back gate to investigate, Staff drawn and ready, not knowing what to expect. As the dust cloud comes to a stop, he sees it's the body of a Sith General, presumably one of the attacking Sith Generals. Suddenly Bass whips around, catching an invisible being who was sneaking up behind him in the midsection, knocking the wind out of him but not hurting him=-
Stalin: I told you not to try and sneak up on him. DA: Well it would've worked if the stupid Sith hadn't made such a big dust cloud as we dragged him. Bass: No, it wouldn't have. Essence Powers, DA. DA: Oh. Yeah. Right. Those. Stalin: Ok, I'm going back out to fight, DA, you comin'? DA: Yeah, I'm good. Being the ruler of a white plane, unlike SOME people here-- Bass: -=Glare=- DA: --means I have plenty of healing magic at my disposal. Stalin: Alright, let's go then. Bass: Send Piñata back in here if you see him. He'll know better what to do about this guy than I.
-=Stalin and DA run back out into the field of battle and quickly start cutting down enemies. Bass uses this opportunity to stick his head out of an archer hole and throw a few Lava Darts. Within a minute or two, Piñata comes running back in=-
Piñata: 111, what's up? Bass: 115, we captured a Sith. Piñata: Captured? What do you mean "captured"? Why isn't he dead? Bass: Apparently they thought he'd be good to...to...feck, what's it called? Laniin: -=Walking over, a slight grin on her face=- Torture? Bass: Yes, only less so. Elfie: -=From his tower=- Question? Bass: Yes, but more so. Piñata: Interrogate? Bass: Precisely. Piñata: I think we'd be better off torturing him. Laniin: Agreed. Bass: Fine. Piñata, you'll be in charge of torturing the Sith. Laniin: AHEM. Bass:..... Laniin: -=Glare=- Bass: Alright...Laniin, you'll be actually doing the torturing. Laniin: Yay!
-=Everyone stares blankly at Laniin=-
Elfie: Did she just seem...happy? Piñata: I think so...anyone else unnerved by this? Bass: -=Raises his hand=- Piñata: Ok then. Laniin and I are gonna go torture this guy. Bass, try not to pad your numbers too much while I'm gone. Bass: I'll do my best to lose as many fights as possible. Piñata: Good.
-=As Bass heads off in the direction of the battle, he hears some slight chatter between Laniin and Piñata followed by a grunt of pain from Piñata=-
Laniin: Date, my ass! Piñata:..... Elfie: I wouldn't go there, Candybag. Remember what she said about the throat slitting.
-=After chuckling a bit, Bass concentrates again on the battle, running straight out and engaging the first beasts he encounters - a trio of Trollocs. He darts between the first two and rolls between the legs of the third. As he comes up behind the Trolloc, he stays crouched and swings his Staff very spectacularly behind his back, slicing behind both of the Trolloc's knees and causing him to crumble to the ground. He quickly leaps up onto the downed Trolloc's back as the other two spin around to face him.
He gestures slightly at the two standing Trollocs to swing. One swings horizonally, which Bass easily ducks under. The other then swings vertically. Bass quickly backflips out of the way as the axe comes crashing into the back of the Trolloc on the ground, killing him. In mid-air, Bass force throws the downed Trolloc's weapon into the next Trolloc, catching him across the throat. A swift jump kick/staff thrust later and his head holds on only by the back of his neck. The final Trolloc, now a bit unnerved, begins to turns around. As he starts to run, a brief flash of darkness and a being of shadow stands in his path. He quickly turns back around to face Bass, but is decapitated from the side by another attacker=-
Bass: Dammit, Stalin, that was mine! Stalin: Yeah, yeah. You can have the next one. I want this one. -=Gestures at the Fade=- Bass: Deal. -=Runs off to slay more Trollocs=- Stalin: -=Turning to the Fade=- Just you and me, now.
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Post by stalin on Apr 24, 2005 23:58:51 GMT -5
*stalin looked at the fade in front of him and suppressed a slight shiver. He rememberd the old saying, 'A fades gaze is a gaze of death.' Many of his friends of old, great fighters in their time, had fallen to the hands of these creatures without even lifting their swords for they were so afraid. This one, stalin knew, would not get the better of him. As he sat there annaylizing the situation, memories of a time long in stalin's past flooded back to him. He recalled when he first found his abilities of magic. It was in a situation, much like this one in fact. He was fighting in a mountain gap along with 1000 of his fellow men at the young age of 25. Their home village was at their back and the enemy threatened to destroy all. Tens of thousands of trollocs crashed into their lines, attempting to break through to the inevitable slaughter that lay afterward. Myrdrall were at teh trollocs backs, forcing them onward. Stalin was fighting back to back with one of his good friends Tamyr. For years now, they had fought together against the trollocs, sometimes attacking, sometimes being those attacked. Now though, all seemed lost for their town. The soldiers were falling, slowly, but they were falling. Mounds of dead trollocs lay at their feet for every one troop of their own that died, but yet the trollocs kept coming. Stalin and Tamyr kept fighting though, and killing hundreds of trollocs, until a fade stepped in their paths. They had both seen fades in battle, but never fought one themselves. Usually they were killed off by the best generals along with a swarm of good men at their backs, but now it was just the pair of them against the fade. The creature was cloaked in black, and the size of a regular human. It moved though, rather as a shadow, a blur to the sight. Its long thing black blade brought death with just a scratch to the skin. The two lept into battle with the myrdrall, foolishly thinking they could win. Stalin was immediatly tossed aside like a doll, and crashed to the ground. When he looked up, the fade and poised over the fallen Tamyr, ready to drive his blade home. Reaching out with his arm, stalin shouted. SUddenly, flames erruprted from his palm and the fade lept backwards, falling over. As stalin gazed in fear and awe at his hand, a long bolt flew over his head and pierced the fade, followed by many more. The myrdrall stood to fight more but 5 knights rode up and drove their spears into it, killing it finally. The death of the fade brought chaos to many of the trollocs who were under its command and they started to flee. Through much valor, the men managed to fight off the rest, driving them away from the village. When the battle was over and all was safe for the time being, stalin went off to train with his magic skills. He stayed for a year, working hard and building up his powers. It was at the end of that time he learned his friend Tamyr, along with the rest of his village, had been sluaghtered by a trolloc raid. Seekign revenge, stalin spent the next many years of his life hunting down bands of trollocs and fades and slaughtering them.
Now, looking down into the eyes of the fade, stalin smirked. Stalin: Well Darkman, I've killed many of your brothers, but revenge shaln't be complete until I've killed all of you. Myrdrall: Worm, you boast lies. You shall fall to my hand like the hundreds before you. Stalin: Then let us dance Shadow, and I shall send you back to your vile creator. For Tamyr!
*stalin leaps forward, pulling out his bladed quarterstaff, and parries with the fade. The black blade moves in a blur, but stalin keeps up with it, blow for blow. Their movements become hard to follow and the twirl in a cirlce, a blaze of blows and strikes. The myrdrall moves like the wind, constantly changing positions. Stalin keeps moving aswell though, jabing where he can and slowly causing the fade pain. Knowing that the fade will take many well landed blows from the blade to kill, stalin works him down, slicing away. He also knows though, that he needs to get back into the fray that his soldiers are fighting in and help them. Deciding to end it quick, stalin sweeps low with his quarterstaff, causing the fade to jump over it. While the staff is right under the creature, stalin reaches his arm out and channels all the colors together to create a sword of energy in his right hand. He stabs forward, slicing into the fade's head. The fade knocks the sword away, ignoring the fact that there is a gaping hole in his head. Unfortunatly for him, he forgot about the bladed staff, still placed purposfully under him. Stalin quicky swings upward and slices the fade clean in half. The two parts fall to the ground, still twitching. Stalin heads back to the main group, a satisfied look in his eyes.
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Post by piñata on Apr 25, 2005 9:42:55 GMT -5
*Piñata looks at the mangled body of the Sith. Laniin had offered him at lot of things in order to get him to let her kill the man after she was finished torturing him. He pondered what little information the Sith had provided. For one so high-ranking, he knew very little about Aratar. He had, however, been a wealth of information about his direct superior, Nikkos Tyris. Piñata knew of Nikkos -- an Anzati, which made him dangerous even without his lightsaber -- but also one of the deadliest swordsmen the multiverse had ever seen. Although a high-ranking member of the Sith order, he still was not in charge of it. The man Laniin had tortured didn't know who was -- he only knew that Aratar had executed the man that had been controlling the Sith.*
Laniin: So, who do we provide our information to? Piñata: I'm guessing Elfie.
*A pair of Orcs run past, and Piñata and Laniin quickly dispatch them.*
Piñata: That's 112. I wonder how Bass is doing?
*A distant rumble can suddenly be heard.*
Laniin: Please tell me that's not a volcano. Piñata: It's not. Laniin: Well, that was easy. I should try that more often. Piñata: It's a herd of mumakil. Laniin: You just had to go and make it worse, didn't you? Piñata: You of all people knew that there were Haradrim here. The Sith told you that when you removed that third finger.
*Postponing their visit with Elfie, Piñata and Laniin run to the front lines to see how they can help with this new threat. Along the way, they cut down several other enemies, and see at least three more brought down by arrows from the tower. Looking around, they see about three dozen other bodies with single arrows sticking out of very painful places.*
Piñata: Looks like Elfie's been busy.
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Post by piñata on May 5, 2005 9:16:03 GMT -5
*Piñata Force Jumps to the top of the wall surrounding the Conclave's camp. He sees an advancing dust cloud directly in front of him, but still a good distance away.*
Laniin: What do you see? Piñata: I can't count them or anything -- their dust cloud's too big to actually make them out yet. I could cast Hurricane or something to disperse the dust, but it would hurt our forces in the air, and probably knock me off this wall.
*A surprised grunt issues from behind Piñata before an impact smashes into his back, propelling him face-first off the wall into the ranks of the enemy army.*
Piñata (getting to his feet and checking himself for broken bones): Laniin! Are you all right?
*Laniin doesn't answer. Piñata turns his attention to the swarm of enemies about to surround him.*
Piñata: So, which one of you wants to die first?
(OOC: I'll let someone else decide what it was that got Laniin and knocked me off the wall -- it could be the other Fade, the third Sith, one of the Dark Lords actually attacking us in person, whatever. I'll also let the next person to post decide whether Laniin survived the attack.)
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Post by SuperBassX84 on May 6, 2005 16:44:13 GMT -5
-=As Bass makes a quick run into the base to see what Laniin and Piñata learned from the Sith, he hears a commotion near the wall. As he turns, he see Laniin fall, landing on her back, the final Sith standing over her - apparently come to reclaim his captured comrade. He holds the end of his lightsaber mere inches from her face, muttering something. As he starts running over, he sees Laniin's head move - presumably spitting on the Sith. The Sith raises his lightsaber to strike, and brings it down at Laniin's head with immense force. Bass arrives just in time to stop it with his own lightsaber, no more than three inches from Laniin's nose=-
Bass: That's one less I owe you, sugarmuffin. Laniin: I would agree, but your use of the word "sugarmuffin" has nullified it. Now get this guy off me so I can kick his ass. Bass: No offense, but his 'saber is probably > your dagger. Just a hunch. Laniin: Fine. YOU deal with him then. I'ma go check in with Elfie and let him know what I got from the Sith...knowing the enemies' plans is probably a good thing for a strategist. Bass: Do that.
-=Bass lifts his lightsaber up, forcing the Sith to take a few steps back and giving Laniin time to roll out of the way=-
Laniin: Do me a favor, though. Bass: Yes? Laniin: Don't lose. -=wink=- Bass: You have the weirdest ways of flirti--
-=Bass is interrupted by the sound of a lightsaber coming at his head. He parries, and immediately a lightsaber duel ensues. Bass's lightsaber, a deep blue color, and the Sith's lightsaber, a single-sided red, clash brightly and repeatedly in the encampment. As they move through the encampment, the various forces make way, knowing better than to get into this fight=-
Bass: C'mon, you Sith bastard - you can do better than that. Sith: My name is Darth Gix, though you will not live long enough to remember it. Bass: Gix? Did Aratar give you that name? -=Shakes head=- He's so unoriginal. Gix: Enough! Now you die!
-=Darth Gix redoubles his assault, slowly forcing Bass to give ground. Bass's retreat area is quickly shut off by the wall behind him. As he backs up, he continues taunting Gix and occasionally attempting to get blows in=-
Gix: You are nothing! Lord Aratar thought you'd be a worthy foe, but you are pathetic. Bass: Haha. Aratar knows his stuff, then.
-=In a quick motion, Bass runs at the Sith, and at the last second leap high into the air, attacking with his lightsaber as he floats over. As he lands, he knocks the Sith's lightsaber out of the way and lands a boot square in the chest, knocking Gix back against the wall and rattling it slightly. Getting his bearing back, he takes a few steps out, still swinging his lightsaber=-
Gix: Why you didn't finish me there is beyond me, but it is no matter, you have sealed your fate. You will not get another chance to kill me. Bass: I don't need one. Remember that woman you had pinned down before? Gix: That weakling? What about her? Bass: She's pissed. Gix: ...?
-=Bass smiles slightly and Gix's eyes widen, but it is too late. Before he has a chance to spin, one knife jabs through his chest and a hand holding another slits his throat and his gut. He drops his lightsaber and crumples to the ground, attempting to force heal himself. As he tries, Laniin jabs a final dagger through his skull=-
Bass: Very nicely done. I especially like the blood all over. Laniin: Thank you. Now what was that about his 'saber > my daggers? Bass: Nevermind. Did you get the information to Elfie? Laniin: Where did you think I jumped down from?
-=At this point, Bass realizes that the wall he kicked the Sith into was, in fact, right below Elfie's tower=-
Bass: That was the most ingenius thing my subconscious has ever done. w00t. Laniin: w00t? Bass: Nevermind again. Laniin: Freak. Bass: -=Wiggles eyebrows=- If you only knew. Anyway, take this Sith head and have Elfie put it next to the other one - I'ma go kill sommore guys...this battle's almost over, and mopping up is fun.
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Post by Elfie on May 6, 2005 17:06:32 GMT -5
*puts another head into the device*
Elfie: Why am I doing this exactly? It's kind of gross.
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Post by Soulcatcher on May 6, 2005 18:43:37 GMT -5
Krotos can been seen a little ways from the other clavers, with a large nap sack, slung on his back. The bag seems to be halfway full, dripping with blood. Soul right now seems a little rritated.
Krotos: *mumble* Stupid Bass, having to show off... Bass: *yelling* I HEARD THAT! DO SOMETHING USEFUL SOUL AND STOP SUCKING! Krotos: *Grumble*
A group of 10 trollocs come charging at Krotos, Giant Battle axes in hand.
Krotos: *Grumble*
As the trollocs finally reach Soul, he generates two wind claws, and casts two shocks, taking out the closest trollocs. Two others stop and take their axes, dual wielding now. As one of them swins horizontally at Soul, he ducks and claves right through the trolloc's stomach with his claw, and before he falls, takes the axe and flies back. The trollocs can't react in time when all of a sudden an axe spins through the air, decapitating another trolloc. The others continu the charge but, notice that Soul has disappeared. The look at each other, grunting. They sniff the air, locating his scent when they finally look up and see a still irritated Soul, pointing his hands downward. A hail of wind missles shower upon the remaining trollocs and dust shrouds them. When the dust clears, the trollocs are skewed with holes and mouths gaped open. Soul then descends and generates a wind sword, decapitating a dead trolloc and throwing the head into the sack
Krotos:*grumble**mumble* Stupid Bass...
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