Lonewolf685

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Broker Of Fortune

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"Cool, huh? I hadn't thought of it like that. Guess so." Broker said with a shrug of her shoulders as the dimunitive ice mage joined her on the ramparts, clusters of idling Masks dispersed along the battlements in semi-even intervals. "It is a bit dull up here but we can't afford to leave the City without someone to command the defense from the front. For now we can sit tight until someone starts calling for reinforcement or maybe the Harley's get crushed and blitz the last of the Strykers."

"Titania-sama?" The former Bruiser said in surprise, "I don't know if its weirder that you want to duel her or refer to her in the honorific, but I don't see why not. Grand Scale PvP doesn't last long, even with our future fortune's on the line. War may be good for business but it's hell on our infrastructure. Once the Masks cash out I'm looking forward to sinking my teeth into some new markets."

"Real estate sounds good. Then it's an easy jump into agriculture and trade hubs for all those war weary players looking to get away from the big cities..." Broker said with eyes cast beyond the artificial horizon, visions of wealth and splendor bringing an airy timber to her voice. "And ports! Dotted all along the coast line, with ships full of mats from far and wide! Hehe, play our cards right and we'll carve out an economic renaissance from this conflict!"

There may or may not have been laughter which could be called maniacal echoing in her head, but she was certain her actual laugh was far less of a cause for concern.

@KoL

War Notes

Leblanc Farris

[[ Location : Imperial Camp ]]

"Hmm, you are unfortunate...oh, you've already died?"

Leblanc blinked in a muted fashion as she sat upon the still corpse, disappointed the officer hadn't had a sturdier constitution. She wrenched her blade from the joint it had been ravaging and wiped it off on her victim's less blood drenched clothing, rather dissatisfied she hadn't been able to finish her work while he still drew breath.

The absence of screaming when she extracted the first femur bone really should have told her this, but once she was going there really was no stopping till the absense of conflict made this act of violation an enjoyable but moot point.

Leblanc flicked her tongue out and savored the scattered droplets she only now felt cling to her cheeks and noted the heavy taste of smoke was already permeating her taste buds. Arson hadn't been something she'd had any particular fondness for but she'd keep it in mind in the future if nothing else, as it was good backdrop for their rebuke of the attackers. As it were she rose to the sound of her own cracking joints and kicked the corpse onto its back to start rifling through for anything of interest.

Casting aside armor, clothing, and spare munitions, his belongings were spartan in the extreme. Not a map or scrap of parchment with hastily scribbled instructions to glean some method to this madness. There was no doubt that they had some larger host or camp that they attacked from, if only to offer reason for their lack of provisions, and they were reasonably close if they could relay orders without needed extensive documentation to convey it.

"Nice tattoo." The slasher said with an inquisitive quirk of her head and crouched over corpse's neck, her knife twirling idly within her palm as she took a moment to decide whether to carve off the whole head or simply the patch of skin for the sake of proof to their ambush. She'd have done either were she not perplexed to hear over the crackle of flame and stamping of feet that the scout had somehow survived and would need to be carried onwards. "Slow. Very slow."

Leblanc lost interest in claiming a trophy and ambled back down the hillside towards the captain, where several other cadets where already giving their report. As would be expected of her, blood stained or not, her words were succinct and banal in tone with only the sharpness of her gaze to betray her attentive state.

"Foreigners. Matching armor and armaments suggests they aren't bandits, though mercenaries are a possibility. Organized but no written orders, suggesting either this is a routine ambush site for them or they deployed recently with clear direction...we should move with haste. Shall I scout ahead?"


@KoL, @TheWindel, @Er0r, @Crimmy, @Hammerman, @Leotamer, @Mercurial, @DracoLunaris, @Mega Birb, @SilverDawn

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@TheWindel

...is it wrong to say i forgot that for a moment? Oh bugger me, i forgot to spawn camp. Will remedy that in my next post :3

The War of the Three

@The 42nd Gecko

Artoria better be ready for some Echidna Wars level of combat if she wants to try tangling with a Lamia, though if she had Ananta's skill set, with the extra arms and aphrodisiac bite, she would be unstoppable.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@KoL

He's knows the both of us never forget. I'm still waiting for the day i convince him to put Archorus into War of the Three. Then Machina Hildr is cannon and she can terrorize everyone with machine efficiency :3

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Poor Stark. Unloved, but not forgotten...

War Notes

@KoL

It's Giltwith. Of course he flirts, his harem aura demands it

War Notes

@TheWindel

You caved in fast. It was hardly two weeks~!

War Notes

Leblanc Farris

[[ Location : Imperial Camp ]]

The motley cadets were rapidly gathering and growing in coordination, their fierce reprisal very unexpected by the attackers. It was an irony not lost upon Leblanc that the rifleman, easily the greatest concern they had for the range with which they could strike from, were the ones now being cut down like chattel till it appeared only two remained, forcing the shocktroopers to advance into the melee.

And they advanced to their deaths, as the cadets made certain not a one of them would be returning home that night.

"Is that an officer I hear?" Her head turned with uncanny accuracy to gaze towards the adversary barking orders, her blank expression growing taut with concentration. "Escape will be easier if they are disorganized. Hmm, would it be better to silence permanently or grievously wound so they are compelled to evacuate them?"

It was a question she vocalized even when she knew the answer already. A corpse would spur their pursuers on in a frenzy, blind though it may be, while a wounded officer would force them to try and recover him. It would at least draw off a handful of pursuers, so the choice was clear.

Leblanc broke rank and ran once more, loping across the killing field and up the harsh incline with nary a concern. Fire light danced off her blades while her tongue hung past her parted lips as though a serpent tasting the air, and to a degree she was. All her senses were attuned to the environment around her and not a slash went unrecognized by the sea weed haired girl, leaving her assured any of the neardy marksmen were well and truly handled for her to advance without need to worry for stray shots.

"..." She had no words for her target, and the officer in rifleman regalia who'd soon find himself confronted by Leblanc. Appearing before him she dove into a hand stand with nary a pause, the momentum of her journey carrying her legs forward to collide with the enemies shoulders. A twist of her feet had Leblanc's boots come together behind his neck and with a grunt she pulled back, yanking the officer off his feet head first.

With a little more force it would have been childs play to snap his neck from a collision with hard packed earth but that was counter productive, leaving Leblanc to hold back at the last moment so she came to kneel atop a dazed but still very living man.

"Scream for me. Scream loudly, till your lungs shred themselves." Leblanc whispered coolly and drove her knife into the unprotected back of his legs, carving fabric, flesh, and fat with a stoic disregard for her enemy. "If you don't, no one will stop me from carving you like a turkey."

@Er0r, @Crimmy, @Hammerman, @Leotamer, @Mercurial, @DracoLunaris, @Mega Birb, @SilverDawn, @KoL, @TheWindel

The War of the Three

@Banana

Didn't Luci put Frog atop Artoria's head?