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Post by DarkAngel on May 6, 2005 19:58:09 GMT -5
*As the enemy force sees the third Sith head on Elfie's device, chaos erupts within the ranks, as it becomes evident that no one is leading them. Seeing this, the Conclave forces press their attack harder, making massive gains. DA is right in the middle of the battle, leading a group of Polar Bears against an assorted group of Trollocs, Fades and Murgos. The enemy groups together, and makes a counterattack on DA's right side.*
DA: Shit. Polar Bears! Reform up. Lay down heavy fire on that new force.
*DA rushes towards the new front, watching as countless enemies are mowed down from the Bear's machine gun fire. DA reaches the front line of the enemy, and casts a fireball, taking out scores of Murgos. Then, drawing both of his swords, he wreaks massive damage against the dismayed force, causing them to retreat. A group of a dozen or so Trollocs drop dead to the ground from seemingly nothing. However, DA knows Soul's attacks when he sees them. He looks up, and sees his comrade floating in the air, casting more wind missles.*
DA: Soul! How many you up to? Soul: Oh, hey DA. I think I'm at 85. DA: Not bad. I'm at 143 and a Sith. Bass: *shouting* Suckers, I'm at 180. DA: *shouts back* I don't see you doing anything though! Bass: Shut up DA. DA: Yes sir!
*A Polar Bear seargent approaches DA, and after bowing, delivers a report*
Polar Bear: The enemy is for the most part surrendering. Only a few pockets of resistance still remains, but we are in the process of cleaning that up. DA: Good. Go report that back to the others.
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Post by Soulcatcher on May 6, 2005 20:13:24 GMT -5
Krotos lands next to DA, dropping the sack and jumjping up and down, with a raised hand.
Krotos: Ummmm... question... what am I supposed to do with these heads? I did all that work to prove myself and now I have nothing to do with these things.
The Bag tumbles over, and 5 or 6 of the bloddy heads roll out.
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Post by piñata on May 7, 2005 12:04:31 GMT -5
*Piñata staggers over to DA and Soul, blood leaking from multiple wounds on his body. He sees the heads tumble out of the bag.*
Piñata: Lovely. Krotos: I don't know what to do with them now. Piñata: Put 'em in a pocket and show 'em to Grandma. DA: Are you all right, Candybag? You look a little beat up. Piñata: I've had much worse done to me. How's Laniin? I lost track of her when I went over the wall... some jerkoff Force Pushed me from behind. Bass (yelling over from his position a few yards away): She's with me. She's fine. In fact, she's hurt less than you are. Piñata: You know, I didn't just stand out there and let them kick the shit out of me. I got up to 184 kills. Bass: I'm at 184, too. Piñata: We're tied? That sucks. Elfie (from the tower): Well, it's not like that was the only pocket of enemies on this plane. We've got a herd of mumakil coming in, and who knows what else. Oh, by the way, I've been busy up here -- I've got 185 kills. Piñata and Bass in unison: Bite me.
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Post by stalin on May 7, 2005 14:11:57 GMT -5
*stalin makes his way through the piles of corpses on the battlefield. Coming upon a wounded clave centurian, he heals him and moves on. The stench of rotting flesh makes the air a putrid stench, enveloping his senses. Beside him, a fallen trolloc struggles to stand. Bullet wounds have ripped its arm off and cut deep into its gut. Deciding to put it out of its misery, stalin quickly slices its neck from behing, and watches as the beast slowly falls back to the ground. Above, the Yellow aces circles the field, keeping watch for any incomming forces. A bear commander walks up to stalin to report.* Bear: Sir Stalin, the enemy is finished. They broke like water on rock against us. We took minimal losses from their attack. Stalin: I noticed. That can't have been Aratars main force for the attack on the Serra. This few would have been finished off easily, even if it caught them by surprise. My guess is is taht this is just a portion of the main force, going to meet up with the rest. I guess the question remains though. Where is the rest? Bear: I know not sire. Shall I have the troops reform and search for wounded? Stalin: Yes, and any that you cant heal, bring to the tower for us to manage. Bear: As you wish. *With that, the great white creature, moved off, surprisingly smoothly for all the bulk it carried on its back. Stalin made his way up to elfie's tower, hoping he had found answers to where the main force of Aratar lay.
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Post by piñata on May 11, 2005 11:09:48 GMT -5
*Piñata uses Force Healing on himself while he's waiting for the mumakil to come withing striking distance. As he touches the Force, he gets an idea.* Piñata: Krotos, do you still have those heads? Krotos: Yes. Why? Piñata: I thoink I know what we can do with them. Anyone remember the story of the siege of Gondor? DA: Vaguely. Why? Piñata: Well, remember when the Orcs launched the severed heads of men of Gondor over the walls of the capital city to demoralize their enemies? DA: I remember they had catapults. You want us to just conjure some catapults out of thin air, or what? Piñata: No, I want us to use the Force Throw ability to direct these heads with devastating accuracy, actually hitting the enemy with them. If we can hit them hard enough, we might even be able to get a few kills. Even if we don't, we'll be sure to sare the Fork out of them. Bass (walking over with Laniin): That's actually not a bad idea. Piñata: Let's expand on it, then. Laniin, can you go back to the battlefield and remove heads from some of the dead enemies you find there? Laniin: Gladly. Piñata: Good. We're going to need someone to summon Stalin, Reechani and Scythe, too -- their Jedi powers are advanced enough that they'll be useful. Elfie... sorry, but you're to important to join in the head-slinging with us. You're the only one with the marksmanship skill necessary to bring down a mumakil -- only a direct hit to the eye will cause any damage to one. Elfie: Got it. I'm on elephant-slaying duty, then? Piñata: Yeah. The Elvish Rangers will probably be of some help... some of them are almost as good with a bow as you are. Laniin: I'll make sure Stalin and the others know about your plan so they can come out here and help. I'm going back that way to collect heads anyway. Piñata: Thanks. *A few minutes pass, after which Stalin, Reechani and Scythe join the rest of the group, carrying large sacks.* Piñata: Don't tell me Laniin works that quickly. Stalin: We took some of these ourselves when we heard about your plan. Piñata: Okay, everyone take a head and Throw it. We're aiming for the ground troops -- those scouts, archers and rangers that are advancing in front of the line of mumakil. *Piñata watches as the barrage of heads streaks in toward the enemy. His nails a Murgo in the temple, crushing the man's skull, and he proclaims his 185th kill. The tie for the lead quickly becomes three-way as Bass's head, thrown by someone with far greater command of the Force than Piñata has, goes through one side of his target and out the other. Other enemy soldiers fall in various places as some of the other heads hit them. Those who remain standing hesitate, somewhat frightened now, but quickly resume their advance as the mumakil threaten to trample them from behind. Piñata sees one of the mumakil go down as Elfie's first arrow pierces its eye.*
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Post by stalin on May 14, 2005 12:54:05 GMT -5
*stalin picks up a head and Force Throws it at an enemy. The severed apendage nails an incoming troop in the stomach, causing him to keel over, but not die. Scowling, stalin tries again, but to roughly the same outcome.* Stalin: Dammit, I knew I should have worked on my jedi skills recently; they are getting rusty. Ah well, I still have my own little tricks that I can use. *summoning up some mana, stalin uses Magic Fingers to pick up a severed trolloc head. On it, is a helmet with a sharp blade pointing outwards. Raising the head up with the spell, stalin hurls it at the enemy, and just as it gets there, he gives it a spin so it slices off the heads of 2 charging opponents. Before letting it fall, stalin drops its altitude a bit, can suddenly holds it stationary, causing a troop to run straight into the blade at crotch level.* Pinata: Show off... Stalin: Ah well, you can keep up the jedi stuff longer then I can keep this up though. *Picking up another head with the spell, stalin goes back to his work.*
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Post by DarkAngel on May 15, 2005 15:05:42 GMT -5
*DA looks at the pile of severed heads infront of him*
DA: No way. Pinata: What? DA: No way in hell I'm throwing those. Pinata: Really? You have no problem taking them off, but you refuse to touch them? DA: Exactly. Pinata: *throwing another head* You're weird DA. DA: That's what they tell me. Bass: *holding a Trolloc head right behind DA's head* Hey DA. DA: What? *turning around, and coming face to face with the head* AH! *falls over* Bass: *dying of laughter* DA: I'm going to kill you all one day... Bass: *throws a head at DA* DA: Oh that's it...HEAD FIGHT!!!
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Post by Elfie on May 15, 2005 17:23:14 GMT -5
*from a top his tower*
But now aren't you touching them...?
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Post by Soulcatcher on May 15, 2005 19:31:50 GMT -5
Krotos: Hehehe... I don't even have to touch them ;D.
Soul is lougning in a lawn chair, waving his hand lightly in the air, which summons fast bursts of wind to throw one head at a time. However, Soul then grows a smirk on his face and raises the other hand, throwing a head at DA from behind. The head lands right on top of DA's chest as he's still on the ground.
Krotos: Hehehehe...
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Post by piñata on May 24, 2005 11:09:40 GMT -5
*Suddenly, as the mumakil come withing firing range, the archers in the war towers mounted on their backs unleash a hail of arrows at the Conclavers. The last head, thrown by Bass, manages to knock one of the archers out of the war tower and send him plummeting to his death. Piñata throws himself sideways, knocking Stalin to the ground. The arrows pass harmlessly over their heads even as the other Conclavers take cover.*
Piñata: Well, that was certainly an arrowing experience.
*Stalin groans.*
Piñata: Are you all right? I didn't hurt you when I tackled you, did I? Stalin: No, that was just a really bad pun. Piñata: Oh, okay. I'll just spear you the details from now on. Stalin: Please stop that. Bass: Uh, guys? We've got a problem. Stalin: What? Bass: The mumakil are still outside melee combat range, but there's a troll coming in front of them. Stalin: What kind of troll? Piñata: I bet it's a bored erpa troll. Stalin: I'm going to kill you, Candybag.
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Post by Soulcatcher on May 31, 2005 20:33:28 GMT -5
Krotos grows a discouraged look on his face and extends his hand, generating black mana, and then proceeds to wave his hand creating a wall of souls around himself.Krotos: I can tell I'll need this... (((OOC: Lets see if we can get this started again. Ok guys? )))
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Post by piñata on Jun 9, 2005 11:54:20 GMT -5
*Piñata draws and ignites his lightsaber. Next to him, Bass quickly goes about assembling the Light Staff. Atop the tower, Elfie fires several arrows into the troll's neck and head, none of which seem to slow it down in the least.*
Bass: This is going to be a long fight, isn't it? Piñata: Probably. Reechani (coming up from behind them): I know how to make it shorter.
*Bass and Piñata exchange a confused look before turning to Reechani.*
Piñata: How exactly do you propose we do that? Reechani: Just watch.
*Reechani steps forward, conjuring a ball of fire which he levitates in front of him. The troll, seeing the fire, hesitates before resuming its approach, now moving more cautiously. Reechani lifts his hands and casts the fireball outward, toward the troll. The flames engulf the creature, blackening its flesh whereever they hit. The troll roars and charges at full speed toward Reechani. A towering wall of flames springs up around Reechani. The troll takes significant damage going through it. The Conclavers can now see exposed bones on at least one area of the troll's body. Just as it looks like the troll might reach Reechani, a fiery conflagration engulfs both of them, momentarily obscuring them from view. When the smoke clears, Reechani is standing over a charred, troll-sized skeleton.*
Piñata: Wow. I knew you were a master of the elemental force of fire, but I had no idea you could do that. Reechani: It's actually fairly easy... in fact, Bass probably could've done it. Trolls are particularly susceptible to fire damage, so it doesn't take much effort to kill them in that way. Besides, this plane is rich with red mana. It increases my power somewhat. Stalin: Uhh... guys? I'm glad the troll is dead and all, but we still have a herd of mumakil advancing. Elfie (taking down another mumakil): I'm working on it. Piñata (turning to Bass): That only counted as one kill, right?
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Post by piñata on Aug 2, 2005 12:06:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay, I'm assuming since no one's posting that everyone's lost interest in this one, so I'll wrap it up and start the new one.)
*The Conclavers stand their ground, not sure what they can do about a herd of rampaging mumakil but not willing to give up either. Another of the giant mutant elephants crashes to the ground, brought down by Elfie. Suddenly, the roar of engines drowns out the noise of the herd's footsteps. Red energy bolts pierce the eyes of several of the mumakil, and the last remaining one falls victim to Elfie's arrow. Everyone looks around in confusion until they see the distinctive shapes of the Z-95 Headhunters piloted by the Yellow Aces. Four people mounted on broomsticks swoop down to land in front of Piñata.*
Piñata: Only one casualty? You guys must have flown well. Greenleaf (dismounting from her broom): Actually, that was LK's fault. I'm going to thank him profusely. Piñata: Knowing firsthand how appreciative you can get, I'd say he's pretty lucky.
*The conversation is interrupted at this point by the opening of a portal. An obviously wounded Deepak stumbles through it.*
Piñata: Deepak? What are you doing here? Deepak: Conclave... under attack... Omeguz sent me... Piñata: What? Who's attacking the Conclave? Deepak: Inferi. Piñata (using Force Healing to remove some of Deepak's injuries): They're using our own dead against us? That's low.
(OOC: In the Harry Potter books, zombies are referred to as "Inferi". Adventure #12 is going to be partly George A. Romero inspired.)
Deepak: That was just the first wave. After the Inferi popped up in the East and West, the Tusken Raiders came in from the South and took Damithor and Arrakeen. It was the biggest mobilization of Tuskens anyone's ever seen. They damn near wiped out the Aiel, and they killed Simon Atreides. Piñata: Simon's dead? Who's in command of the South Conclave forces, then? Deepak: Simon's brother, Paul II. Piñata: Which Conclave nations haven't been attacked? Deepak: Everything south of Ragbralbur is swarming with enemy forces. They attacked from the sea, too... a massive fleet swept in and blockaded the harbors in Wansor, Olwe and North Olwe. We did some damage to their fleet, but they did more to ours. The harbor in North Olwe was completely destroyed, and they've landed ground troops on its shores. Piñata: Good. Deepak: What do you mean, "good"? Piñata: They have no idea of the danger their ground troops are in there. There are places in North Olwe's swamps and jungles that not even I will go voluntarily. Scythe: How bad is the damage to our fleet? Deepak: We've lost about 60% of our ships. There aren't any High Admirals left. Scythe: There's one left. Guys, I've gotta go. Deepak, what's the flagship now? Deepak: The new carrier. Alicia.
*With a wave that seems incongruously cheerful, Scythe opens a portal and steps through it.*
Piñata: Okay, we need to marshal our forces, and since all of us are High Command of one variety or another, we're going to need to split up in order to do that. Bass, take the Badgers and go to The Pantless Cult's territory. Your forces are probably keeping the Tusken Raiders in a stalemate at or near the border. Once you're clear of enemies, try to rendevous with Devo and Rebel so there's communication between the members of the West Conclave Command.
DA, take Elfie back to Serra's Realm... you'll need his expertise in convincing people in order to get the Serrans to provide us with military aid. Take Deepak too... they can heal his wounds that I wasn't talented enough to get.
Reechani and LK, go to South Arador and find Jacen... you should probably both continue receiving orders directly from the Jedi Council.
Buddha, go whereever it is you go when you're not with us. Mobilize the monks and whatever other forces you have.
Krotos, go to Extrinta and get the Aven ready for battle. If the enemy is indeed moving north, Extrinta will be one of the next territories hit. Once your presence is known, they'll probably put you in command of the North Conclave forces until either Ape or Elfie gets back.
Stalin, if the Tuskens have taken Arrakeen it's very likely that Wansor is their next target. Take the Penguins, Polar Bears, Yellow Aces and whatever other forces nobody else claims and secure the western border so our forces there aren't sandwiched between the enemy army and the enemy navy.
Greenleaf, take Hayes, Lynch and Paploo with you to Olwe. You're the only other person besides me and Aurora who can get through all of the traps around the Palace.
Greenleaf: And what about you? Where are you going to go? Piñata: Basin City, West Olwe. Greenleaf: Why? What's there? Piñata: A special reserve force. I'll contact you somehow once I've rendevoused with Gail or Becky. Greenleaf: And just who are Gail and Becky? Piñata: Prostitutes. Greenleaf: Somehow I figured that.
(OOC for the last time: DA gains a level for reaching 6000 posts... Bass, Elfie, Stalin, Krotos and myself all gain levels for reaching the 100-kill mark in this adventure. Those of you who can add on to your stats yourselves, feel free to. If you're not a global mod, post here or in the OOC thread and tell me what you want to do for this level gain.)
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