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@Holy Grailditto on that. @Lmpkio if you want to reboot it with some fresh blood I am game. might be a good idea to try and force people into one of the existing organisations more heavily than last time so that there are more people starting in those areas so their interaction can feed into keeping the rp alive. As it was at least 5 people just never posted because their characters where all over the place with no connection to the intro post content.

Sister Sophia

The whispering woods


The fog cleared and revealed a dense wood bathed in the purple light of twilight, towering trees reaching towards the sky, the sounds of of Cicada, and other, bigger things, could be heard throughout the dimly lit woods. Sophia immediately moved into cover of one of the large trees and began to scan the area before a voice spoke from her chest

“Hey! I'm getting interference, ya mind pulling me out?”

“voices? Again? Curse this damn haunted machine”

She found a well hidden area before removing her helmet and pulling out the heart shaped machine again and listened to his rambling speech.

Apparently the Crucible had an announcer and round based prizes? This sounded a lot less like a science experiment and more like a blood sport. Where they broadcast this? If this was actually some kind of massive summoning circle or reality tv show she was going to burn that old hag at the stake.

“Just contact me via my coms if you need to say something next time”

Anyway there was word of a supply cache, so she replaced her phylactery and helm and then clambered up the nearest tree to get a higher viewpoint. With the densely packed foliage using the jetpack was not really an option without setting the forest ablaze, also it would be a good Idea to find out what the cache had before alerting her foe to her location.




Whoever had set this had made it with her in mind, a complete set of spare ammunition for her 3 firearms, a tank of promethium for her jetpack and flamer and as an added bonus some medical supplies. Looking at the size of the massive tree dungeon, she was going to need every bit of it.

Speaking of said tree, Sophia climbed on top of the rock and examined the living fortification. The entrance was a heavily fortified if more traditional wooden fort built around a busy entrance door crafted from the living wood of the vast tree. A small number of strange centaur like guards manned the walls, marching to and fro armed with spears. Above was the trunk of the tree itself into which walkways and tunnels had been carved, up there large glowing bugs flitted about more centaurs transported things to and fro.

“Disgusting. I shall rid this land of these foul creatures”
”and you're going to do this how?”

Sophia made her way towards the front entrance, casually walking towards the gateway while drawing her flamer. The skittering Myrmidons atop the wall took notice, scrambling up the walls to face the intruder, raising their javelins they hurled them in unison at the foolish loan adventurer. Sophia grind behind the Adamantium helmet as she launched herself to the skies, an angel of death ascending on burning wings, the spears thudding into the earth below her. Pointing her flame pistol at the bugs, she pulled the trigger and begun to sing.

“Blessed Emperor, I sing and fight in your name”
”for fuck sake”

The guards are overwhelmed by the flames in an instant as she reaches the top of her burning leap, tumbling from the battlements as their stunned comrades raise their compound eyes to gaze at the incoming Seraphim.

“Your enemies shall all burn in my holy flame”
”you're just going to storm the front and try to personally kill every last bug in that thing aren't you”

She quickly draws a bolt pistol and with a thunderous roar it sends its massive shells raining down on the bugs below, the fist sized shells punching through the chitinous plating of the Myrmidons and then detonating inside their soft flesh, leaving blood soaked crater like wounds in the chittering bugs and dropping them in an instant.

“This place I shall cleanse of these xenos blight”
”you have nowhere enough firepower”

She puts away the falmer and performs a super hero landing, raising her eyes to watch the pathetic remnants of the outer guard scurry towards the entrance.

“We are humanity and all worlds are our birthright”
”This is true”

She chases after them on foot, booting open the door and sprinting inside, with both hand cannons drawn she runs down a corridor that leads to a relatively small circular room

“for I know in my hear that the words of the ecclesiarchy are true!”
”They aren't”

A gate slams shut behind her, sealing her inside and plunged the room into darkness. For a moment there's silence, then the room is lit by 20 or more Lambents that have emerged from holes in the ceiling, their glowing abdomens reveal in front of her a huge Phalanx of Myrmidons and behind her guarding the entrance 6 hulking Antlions have emerged from their hiding spaces in the walls. The true first line of defence was a well set up kill box, heming the attacks in with a wall of spears, driving them back towards the crushing jaws of the Antlions while bombarding them with napalm.

“In the name of the Emperor, I'll purge you!”
”it’s moon and punish. Good luck, Try not to die.”




About 3 minutes, two hymes and about half her ammunition later Sophia came running back out of the base of the tree, her armor covered in ichore, soot and sap, with giant insects hounding her. She launches to the sky, turns round and blasts 4 that tried chase after her even after she left the wall enclosure. The rest wave their spears, chirping in victory at the retreating Seraphim, then rush back inside to engage in firefighting, the use of napalm launching bugs inside a tree perhaps not the best idea for structural integrity. Sophia had shot, burned and kicked her way through about half the chamber before realizing that the amount of supplies she had would never let her get up Emperor knows how many floors 32. So she had fought her way back out of the kill box and was now retreating to resupply and make a better plan.




Having stocked up on ammo the store still held about half her carrying supply of munitions but almost an entire tank worth of promethium, as the fight inside having left little room for flight. Sophia stat atop the rock, gazing up, the tree reflected in her visor as she considered her options and what supplies remained. Really she only needed to kill the queen and retrieve the item, but she refused to leave this tower of horrors standing. She was idly flicking the pilot light of the flamer on and off as she gazed upward, it too reflected in her visor, when she had an idea. A wonderful, wonderful idea. Gathering a few extra supplies she walked round to the other side of the tree from the actual entrance.

you're definitely going to need help to pull this off you crazy nun




Her preparations complete Sophia ascended up the tree, scanning the trunk with her thermal vision and spied several incredibly hot areas, perhaps important well occupied rooms, generators or incubators. She imagined that the biggest highest highest one would be near the throne room and so Sophia jetted/climbed towards it, making sure to avoid any patrols by sticking to the un-walkway strewn areas and hiding in the nooks and crevices of the tree if anything came near. Having arrived she then drew one of her chain knives and used the whirring blade to slice a circle into the trees bark, about the size of herself. Finally she flew a little way back, put away the knife and rammed the weekend area with a shoulder charge, bursting into the spawning room in a hail of splinters. Combat rolling on the floor into a crouched position she drew her pistols and silenced the workers inside with a few lethal shots.

After prepping her escape route she headed into the hive proper, reaching a junction with 5 exits, she pondered for a moment which too take second on the left. Taking the second exit on the left she walked down a wide hallway and emerge into some kind of gladiatorial arena carved from the tree’s flesh. There was a large circular pit into which her corridor had emerged, its walls were tall, mounted with spikes and with several sturdy gates lead inside from other directions. Directly opposite the entrance and up on the wall of the arena where the VIP booth might be found, behind a thick yet semi translucent wall of amber, was a throne made of the weapons and armor of dead adventurers.

The metal and gem encrusted seat dwarfed its singular occupant who was currently trying to find a place for the crippled drone and it’s accompanying treasure. She was strangely humanoid, yet this only made her insectile nature more abhorrent in Sophia's eyes. The woman was taken a little by surprise by Sophia's arrival, but recovered quickly, and in an unflappable tone simply said.

”I thought you got turned away by the first challenge. I am glad you somehow made it, I have many new creations to test against a stubborn intruder like you.”

Once again a gate slammed shut behind The Seraphim. As the battle was about to begin the drone’s speaker crackled to life.
spent way to much time traveling. other than that writing for the other rp that rose is in.
@Lugubrious

quick check, do you want to have a say in what/how much stuff is in the supply catch and how smart are Clotho's Myrmidon soldiers, do they use weapons(spears, bows etc.) and can they communicate/do complex tasks for their mistress.
Looked like those guys really had been ‘playing’ gangster. Street performance crime? Realy. This was a madhouse of a city, though hopefully throwing the best party would mean sticking to the topside.

The hacker bees sent Toony a link to the ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide page on the planet.

“Can you get that weird canister out of the slime Vanessa? It’s probably messing him up”

One of the bees had already ended up waist deep in the oozes body trying to extract the forum object and was currently bumbling around on the ground pointing at unseen things and giggling at the pretty colours. For The Mind it was like getting pins and needles, as the drug messed with the bees swarm connection and anything that came through was an amusing mess.

The Mind had their metaphorical hands full with trying to stop the hacker bees going on a wiki walk, stop them all from getting high on the slime and preventing them from wandering off into the many dangers of the congested street.
Unless i missed something, don't we already have a spare NPC in the form of the insufferable genius?
I am aiming to put up something tomorrow, i have plenty to go of i have just been a little busy.
@Roughdragon1
I probably should have responded to the rose mobs question. Seeing as your near R'lyeh you could have all the sea horrors come from there, the place is infested with them after all so some of them could escort her when/if she comes out to greet you. Also you should totally ignore​ the commentator, give in to your curiosity​ and embrace the madness within the sunken city.
@GreenGoat

or perhaps the most despicable beings in the known universe: anonymous 4chan users.
Naija

Location: Outside the abandoned castle
Interacting with: Fox McCloud@Etherean Fire, Gwendolyn and Brigan @Holy Soldier
Word Count: 1,095
Seed deployed: none


This was certainly going better, with their greater numbers the heros were making short work of most of the corrupt Valkyries, Naija had succeeded in healing team two’s wounded, delivered a blow to the surprisingly durable hat thief and thus giving Luigi an advantage and fox had cleared out the chasers with an impressive set of kicks. Actively looking behind her to avoid the valkyries attacks it was the first time she had actually gotten to see another hero fight and it showed her a world of combat techniques beyond projectile spam and ramming part of your body into a foe. Fox’s quick and deadly combos were incredibly impressive, everything in the ocean paled in comparison and that made Naija slightly worried that she wasn’t going to be able to fight in melee as effectively as her allies when she eventually remembered the relevant transformation tune.

”nice one Fox! You have got to teach me to fight like that some time”

She stopped now that there was no longer a need to escape or outpace someone, impressed by her stolen wings ability to keep flying without tiring all the way from the castle in the north and during the hot pursuit. She observed the battlefield once more, there were only 5 Valkyries left over from the 30 that had originally escorted the demon king. The battle was 11 vs 6. They could do this, they just had to find a way to hurt Odin and creatures that big always had some kind of weakness. Even if they could resist normal attacks there was always something in the environment or their attack patterns that left them vulnerable, exposing some kind of weak spot. So Naija hung back, watching their foe for any openings when the sapphire Valkyrie arrived demanding her identity and explanation for her armor at spear point.

Having not expected the threatening from someone she thought was with them she was totally unprepared for the spear jabbed in her face and didn’t really have anything she could do without being skewered, here CQC skills rather pathetic in her default form. At least she was asking questions first rather than skipping straight to stabbing, so naija raised her hands in surrender and tried to explain herself.

”uh hay. I'm Naija. I’m with them”

She carefully indicated to Luigi and the others.

”As for the wings I got them from an infected crow lady. The scientists of the council gave me this pre-infection medicine thing called a vaccine which stops you catching the virus. Or automatically cures you when you get it. I’m not entirely clear on the concept. I mean I threw up earlier but apart from that I’m pretty sure I’m fine. I hope. Actually speaking of I am not sure how contagious it is, maybe you should stay away from the plague birds”

Naija rambled before noticing two things about her interrogator. First the crown/tiara she was wearing and second the ring on her finger. Now there was nothing to say that it was The Ring but it would be good to find out if it was.

”Are you the princess we were sent here to help? The one with the ring for the cauldron?”

It was at this point, after he had been glaring at the fair Valkyries back as Naija yabbered on, that the generals chronic backstabbing disorder engaged and he made a grab for the woman he had just sworn fealty to.

”look out miss!”

Naijas defensive reflexes of ‘there is a giant dangerous thing trying to hit us: get away from it!’ kicked in and she reached past the spear and grabbed the princesses arm then furiously flapping her wings tried to drag herself and the princess up and out of the way of the reach of the big ugly brute. She would actively try and toss the princess out of Brigands reach if his arm got too close, trying to get her out the way at the expense of her own escape.

If they managed to get away she would yell down at him, her face red with rage.

”What the heck are you doing Brigan! You were with and talking to her just a moment ago, you even asked us all here to help protect her, what are you trying to punch her out of the sky for?”

Whether or not her pulling the princess up was successful it was going to be difficult for anyone to ignore Odin's new attack as he pulled off his helmet and devouring the life force of is fallen warriors. Here was the most obvious physical of the virus yet, the man's face twisted by foul magics, and the deformities only grew as he devoured his minions, his musculature swelling grossly underneath his armor. At least she assumed he was deformed, seeing as his daughter, the regal valkyrie she had tried to save, was quite beautiful.

In a way that was almost certainly coincidental he reminded her of Mithalas, god of the Mithalan, who had devoured his own children/worshipers and grown corrupt and monstrous as a result. A cursed being whom Naija had killed by dropping poison bloated mutates into his mouth when he tried to suck her into his ravenous maw to devour her whole. She wondered if this king had also been forced into his corruption by vile underlings as Mithalan’s priests had done, inducing their gods madness while seeking immortality. At any rate, the death of Mithalas might be the same as Odin, throw something dangerous into his vacuumous mouth. Hopefully either her allies had something like that or they could use one of the Valkyrie's magical flasks. Of course they could always just shoot the demon in the face now that he had foolishly removed his helmet but they might only have a short opportunity to do so, as now that he had devoured all the phozons he might don the helm once more.

She was going to communicate this, but then the world caught fire as Odin fired streams of fireballs out his eyes, that seemed to home in on the unfortunate heroes, burning their way towards them and the ground, igniting the battle field. The once calm forest was engulfed in flames of destruction, swirling and devouring the vegetation, consuming the wood as Odin had consumed his minions souls. For an aquatic lifeform fire was still new and terrifying, an untouchable wraith that destroyed all it’s lapping tendrils could reach. No matter where Naija had ended up, she was going to feel extremely threatened by the billowing soul birthed flames that threatened to consume the world and would try to get up and away from the fire into the relative safety of the open sky.
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