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we shall let nothing stand in the way of the postal service! prepare to fire!
Barto slowly regained his senses. His head was pounding and he felt sore all over.
If it wasn't for the comfortable padding of his armor he'd probably not feel at all.
He staggered from the rubble and tried to find his bearings.
The streets around him had descended into utter pandemonium.
Barto stroked his magnificent beard in a contemplative manner, and decided that the group lead by the spider demon was most likely to have started it, and thus deserved punishment first.
In the calmest of fashions he walked up from behind the spider demon, who seemed occupied assaulting a young hoodlum, which is illegal.
With an iron grip Barto grabbed the spider demon by the hind legs and as the massive vermin monster struggled to get free he started to state his authority.
"In the name of the Overseer Council you ha-"
He was interrupted by a blinding flash of holy light, when the light died down Barto was holding a smoldering carapace and watched as the riders plummeted to the ground.
Immediately Barto marched forward, throwing the pile of chitin and smoking goop aside and ignoring the other sorcerers.
He marched straight toward Mira. His looming figure threw a shadow over her as he pointed at her.
"Who cast that! Was it you young lady?!"
If it wasn't for the comfortable padding of his armor he'd probably not feel at all.
He staggered from the rubble and tried to find his bearings.
The streets around him had descended into utter pandemonium.
Barto stroked his magnificent beard in a contemplative manner, and decided that the group lead by the spider demon was most likely to have started it, and thus deserved punishment first.
In the calmest of fashions he walked up from behind the spider demon, who seemed occupied assaulting a young hoodlum, which is illegal.
With an iron grip Barto grabbed the spider demon by the hind legs and as the massive vermin monster struggled to get free he started to state his authority.
"In the name of the Overseer Council you ha-"
He was interrupted by a blinding flash of holy light, when the light died down Barto was holding a smoldering carapace and watched as the riders plummeted to the ground.
Immediately Barto marched forward, throwing the pile of chitin and smoking goop aside and ignoring the other sorcerers.
He marched straight toward Mira. His looming figure threw a shadow over her as he pointed at her.
"Who cast that! Was it you young lady?!"
Everyone's current location update
Please note if incorrect:
In their respective rooms:
Avelai
Like
At the bar (the bar is on one side of the lobby)
Alcaeus
Snazzy
Cain
Marie
Jack
In the lobby:
John Doe
Kakutoku Sha
The pool (outside, on the other side of the lobby)
Djedkare
Limbani Ngozi
Outside/stables:
Lord De Gravee
Haven't entered play yet:
Dr. Hitomi
HODAG
Please note if incorrect:
In their respective rooms:
Avelai
Like
At the bar (the bar is on one side of the lobby)
Alcaeus
Snazzy
Cain
Marie
Jack
In the lobby:
John Doe
Kakutoku Sha
The pool (outside, on the other side of the lobby)
Djedkare
Limbani Ngozi
Outside/stables:
Lord De Gravee
Haven't entered play yet:
Dr. Hitomi
HODAG
@MonsieurShade@Horrid
You two can go ahead and meet up with the Lord outside the hotel.
He's waiting for you with nightmares.
I'll post Like's plan for distraction a bit later.
You two can go ahead and meet up with the Lord outside the hotel.
He's waiting for you with nightmares.
I'll post Like's plan for distraction a bit later.
Shutting a book someone is illusionarilly writing in is like slamming a door in their face.
Rude.
Thus Like moved his attention elsewhere.
There was a mirror in the stables, well there wasn't, there was a large copper bell and this gave Like a somewhat bent image, but an image none the less.
Like saw Lord De Gravee inspect his horses. And boy were they impressive horses.
Now, I'm no fan, expert or in any way credible source on horses. But damned. Literally!
Standing 8 feet tall and black as night. I mean black to an extent it draws away the color from its surroundings.
Manes and tail composed of silver colored fire that flickered violently.
Hooves of mithril, fangs of obsidian and eyes that reflected the circles of their hellfire home.
These where no mere horses. As terrifying as the unicorn is rare, and just as majestic.
Like animated the lords shadow and stepped out from behind him, his shape flickering from the light of silver mane fire.
"I see you are planning a hunt."
De Gravee nodded sternly without flinching or looking up.
"It's not public knowledge is it?"
De Gravee shook his head minimally in response while he judgingly peered at a terrified ghost servant who carefully attempted to put an expensive looking leather saddle on the beast, who in turn also peered at the ghost in frighteningly similar way. As if also judging.
"Because of Snazzy?"
...
"No matter how well you hide it, the moment people start dying he'll know."
The Lord looked his shadow in the eyes and finally spoke.
"Then distract him while we're gone. And try to do it in a way that keeps the guests entertained."
"Sounds like something I can do." If shadows could smile he would.
Rude.
Thus Like moved his attention elsewhere.
There was a mirror in the stables, well there wasn't, there was a large copper bell and this gave Like a somewhat bent image, but an image none the less.
Like saw Lord De Gravee inspect his horses. And boy were they impressive horses.
Now, I'm no fan, expert or in any way credible source on horses. But damned. Literally!
Standing 8 feet tall and black as night. I mean black to an extent it draws away the color from its surroundings.
Manes and tail composed of silver colored fire that flickered violently.
Hooves of mithril, fangs of obsidian and eyes that reflected the circles of their hellfire home.
These where no mere horses. As terrifying as the unicorn is rare, and just as majestic.
Nightmares!
Like animated the lords shadow and stepped out from behind him, his shape flickering from the light of silver mane fire.
"I see you are planning a hunt."
De Gravee nodded sternly without flinching or looking up.
"It's not public knowledge is it?"
De Gravee shook his head minimally in response while he judgingly peered at a terrified ghost servant who carefully attempted to put an expensive looking leather saddle on the beast, who in turn also peered at the ghost in frighteningly similar way. As if also judging.
"Because of Snazzy?"
...
"No matter how well you hide it, the moment people start dying he'll know."
The Lord looked his shadow in the eyes and finally spoke.
"Then distract him while we're gone. And try to do it in a way that keeps the guests entertained."
"Sounds like something I can do." If shadows could smile he would.
@Xenonia
As Co-GM I can say:
Looks awesome, accepted.
Can you put you CS in the character page?
Then you can post an introduction for your character.
As Co-GM I can say:
Looks awesome, accepted.
Can you put you CS in the character page?
Then you can post an introduction for your character.
And that my friends, is how you take control of the battlefield!
It was! It was a werewolf! No wait!
MORE.
There was a whole pack of werewolves rushing through the airport.
Lead by a massive white wolf who seemed to be targeting the Purge leader.
Martin peered at the dark and grainy screens, he could barely make out what was going on.
None of this shit had been in the briefing.
With rushed pace Martin studied the controls before him, most were used to manage flights, turn the runways on or off, contact radio's...
Found it! Intercom!
Through the darkness a crackling voice boomed trough the airport.
"Void! You're outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Make your way to the airplane you came in and surrender yourself there!"
Martin turned on the runway lights and moved some sliders around, the massive bright focused on Void from behind the few Purge troups standing ground, blinding him and making it impossible to discern anything but their silhouettes.
Void had two ways he could go, back to the plane, or back inside through gate 8.
Martin knew Void wasn't going to comply, thus the true death was the only solution. From what he could tell he chose Kami for this purpose.
Now his voice boomed through the terminal.
"Purge leader! North!"
A few meters to Kami's north was the entry to gate 8, its reinforced doors slowly closing, he could make it through!
"Fuck that!" Hale shouted as he jumped down from the pillar as it came crashing down on the entrance and a bunch of humans entering the building from the south.
"Cut him off!" He bellowed as he started to circle around, hoping to block Kami's path.
Several werewolves stuck to hounding their prey, others followed Hale's example and moved to block his path.
Martin placed the microphone next to the speakers inside the control tower, and flicked them on.
The feedback loop, played over every speaker in the airport, caused a ear piercing high pitched tone that resonated through the terminal.
Loud and sharp enough to cause serious pain to humans, Martin put on his headphones as protection.
Hale, even though he had neglected to train his senses stopped dead in his tracks, clasping his hands on his ears.
The only thing louder than the screaming of the speakers was the howling of the wolves in pain.
MORE.
There was a whole pack of werewolves rushing through the airport.
Lead by a massive white wolf who seemed to be targeting the Purge leader.
Martin peered at the dark and grainy screens, he could barely make out what was going on.
None of this shit had been in the briefing.
With rushed pace Martin studied the controls before him, most were used to manage flights, turn the runways on or off, contact radio's...
Found it! Intercom!
Through the darkness a crackling voice boomed trough the airport.
"Void! You're outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Make your way to the airplane you came in and surrender yourself there!"
Martin turned on the runway lights and moved some sliders around, the massive bright focused on Void from behind the few Purge troups standing ground, blinding him and making it impossible to discern anything but their silhouettes.
Void had two ways he could go, back to the plane, or back inside through gate 8.
Martin knew Void wasn't going to comply, thus the true death was the only solution. From what he could tell he chose Kami for this purpose.
Now his voice boomed through the terminal.
"Purge leader! North!"
A few meters to Kami's north was the entry to gate 8, its reinforced doors slowly closing, he could make it through!
"Fuck that!" Hale shouted as he jumped down from the pillar as it came crashing down on the entrance and a bunch of humans entering the building from the south.
"Cut him off!" He bellowed as he started to circle around, hoping to block Kami's path.
Several werewolves stuck to hounding their prey, others followed Hale's example and moved to block his path.
Martin placed the microphone next to the speakers inside the control tower, and flicked them on.
The feedback loop, played over every speaker in the airport, caused a ear piercing high pitched tone that resonated through the terminal.
Loud and sharp enough to cause serious pain to humans, Martin put on his headphones as protection.
Hale, even though he had neglected to train his senses stopped dead in his tracks, clasping his hands on his ears.
The only thing louder than the screaming of the speakers was the howling of the wolves in pain.
Martin has a reason to go to London if he does manage to capture Void. or execute any of his alternative plans.
Another possible soundtrack for this scene would be this. Weird in another way.
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