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500 People on Sviebard it is! Also, can someone link me the map for this RP? Again, I remember seeing it on this OOC thread, but I cant find it.
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Booyah!
Heya, if Mirtagn is really dead, I have an idea that should satisfy everyone, just have Mirtagn be replaced. . . kind of like saying, "We can't bring him back, it was his decision, but you should know there are more dragons to serve you".
Sauranath is a God. He can literally just go 'YOU! YES YOU! RANDOM DRAGON. WHAT'S YOUR NAME? HINGLE MCRINGLEBERRY? EXCELLENT. HERE'S SOME OF MY MIGHT, AND YOU'RE MY NEW HERO'
Voira gave a slightly strained smile to Solares. "We've survived much worse, believe us. Remind us sometime later to tell you how terrible an idea it is to charge straight into the teeth of the Elcor military." She only gave a brief glance to the human and the remaining Turian diplomat. As long as he wasn't trying to attack Raa she was perfectly fine with it. The Asari's eyes snapped to the screens and she had a bad feeling sweep through her at the sight of the captive soldiers and diplomats.
You don't line up prisoners like that if you just want to show them off. And they haven't been all that concerned about our safety thus far. Her certainty something bad was going to happen was only increased as the bitch on the screen began to talk. Right around when the Asari began spouting something about the Council priding itself on beating the Reapers ,Yes, lets ignore all the other races and terminus system soldiers and mercs that helped. Voira thought acidly followed quickly by Goddess RK is rubbing off on me., was when the mercenary gently but firmly grabbed Raa's head and made her look at her. "Look at us. Keep your eyes on ours. Trust us, you don't want to see what happens next."
In an attempt to protect the Quarian from even the sound, she created a couple dense barriers around Raa's ears. Only when the screens shut down did she let Raa go. Voira looked critically at the Turian inside the room, listening to his cries for help and the moans of the others outside. Instinctively, her shot hand reached for a pistol while her other hand began to yank out shrapnel in a an absent minded fashion(hissing slightly as she yanked the one in her flesh out). However, rather than shooting the downed enemy, Voira looked at Raa and sighed. "We'll take care of them. No, we won't shoot them. Stay here with Solares. That means you stay put too Solares. Don't think we didn't see you get thrown about by that shockwave."
With that she took a deep breath, wincing at the pain it caused, and walked over to the begging Turian. "Shut up. If it was up to us, you'd be dead. As it is, we're wasting medi-gel to spare your miserable life. Use it well. We don't give third chances." With a practiced precision, Voira applied her store of Medi-gel to the worst of the wounded areas. Standing up, she glared at the rest of the room. "No one kill him. Otherwise we just wasted our medi-gel and we will take it from whoever kills him. That also goes for his compatriots, whom we're going to fix outside."
Leaving the room, she used her medi-gel and what basic practices she could to give the turians less pain as they died. She didn't have enough to completely heal them, but she gave them a chance. Or at least a more peaceful death. Returning to the room and Raa's side a few minutes later, picking up her assault rifle and storing it on her back as she did so, she spoke. "Before you ask, yes we're out of Medi-gel. No, you can't give us any of yours."
You don't line up prisoners like that if you just want to show them off. And they haven't been all that concerned about our safety thus far. Her certainty something bad was going to happen was only increased as the bitch on the screen began to talk. Right around when the Asari began spouting something about the Council priding itself on beating the Reapers ,Yes, lets ignore all the other races and terminus system soldiers and mercs that helped. Voira thought acidly followed quickly by Goddess RK is rubbing off on me., was when the mercenary gently but firmly grabbed Raa's head and made her look at her. "Look at us. Keep your eyes on ours. Trust us, you don't want to see what happens next."
In an attempt to protect the Quarian from even the sound, she created a couple dense barriers around Raa's ears. Only when the screens shut down did she let Raa go. Voira looked critically at the Turian inside the room, listening to his cries for help and the moans of the others outside. Instinctively, her shot hand reached for a pistol while her other hand began to yank out shrapnel in a an absent minded fashion(hissing slightly as she yanked the one in her flesh out). However, rather than shooting the downed enemy, Voira looked at Raa and sighed. "We'll take care of them. No, we won't shoot them. Stay here with Solares. That means you stay put too Solares. Don't think we didn't see you get thrown about by that shockwave."
With that she took a deep breath, wincing at the pain it caused, and walked over to the begging Turian. "Shut up. If it was up to us, you'd be dead. As it is, we're wasting medi-gel to spare your miserable life. Use it well. We don't give third chances." With a practiced precision, Voira applied her store of Medi-gel to the worst of the wounded areas. Standing up, she glared at the rest of the room. "No one kill him. Otherwise we just wasted our medi-gel and we will take it from whoever kills him. That also goes for his compatriots, whom we're going to fix outside."
Leaving the room, she used her medi-gel and what basic practices she could to give the turians less pain as they died. She didn't have enough to completely heal them, but she gave them a chance. Or at least a more peaceful death. Returning to the room and Raa's side a few minutes later, picking up her assault rifle and storing it on her back as she did so, she spoke. "Before you ask, yes we're out of Medi-gel. No, you can't give us any of yours."
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I'll get that to you in a few hours.
You have three minu- Nah. Whenever you can. :p
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What about the Serpent Men (7,000, then a time skip)
Still need a race sheet for them.
Vestec, God of Chaos, Level 5 God, 1 might.
Alfid, Lesser Lich.
Alfid, Lesser Lich.
Vestec appeared before Alfid as the Lich was running, tilting his head idly. "What was your name...Alfid? Alfid! I'm terribly sorry Sauranath scared you off like that. We need to talk. In fact, I have a request of you! You wouldn't mind, would you? I could solve your problems in return for you agreeing to my request. It'd be nice, wouldn't it, to be free from Thulemiz and to be free from this curse as an undead Lich."
Standing where he was, on the shores of Sviebard, Alfid was rather shocked when the undoubted presence of the Execrable One made itself known to him. He turned towards it and drew his blade immediately.
'Begone, Execrable Chaos. Your fine words have no power over me,' he hissed, backing away slightly and prepared to disappear into thin air at the slightest threat. He knew it would be rather useless - this was a god, after all - but it did not mean that he would not resist what he could. He had pledged war against the enemies of Man, and the Execrable Chaos was most certainly the greatest of those foes.
Vestec giggled. "Well, this is rude. Wouldn't you agree, Sakimi?" A voice spoke behind Alfid, decidely female and soft. "Yes, Lord Vestec. Quite rude." Behind the undead Outsider was a woman, watching Alfid with a slightly hungry and predatory gaze.
"Forgive me Alfid! I haven't even introduced you! This is Sakimi, Mistress of Shadows, Eldest of the Anju. She's a part of my request." The Chaotic one advanced on Alfid. "Hear me out. I take your powers, and give them to Sakimi. Then I kill you. Agreed? You get freed from Thulemiz and this state of undeath, and Sakimi gets your powers! Accept and I won't even steal your soul."
Beneath his armour, through the glass orb on his chest, Alfid's one eye visibly widened in shock. The Execrable Chaos wanted his powers...he could not allow such a thing to happen. The Silent Six had allowed themselves to be defiled in order to gain these necromantic powers and thus counter-act the puppet of chaos, Thulemiz. It would do their cause, and Man, no good if Alfid's power was seized by the Execrable Chaos. He considered escaping for a few seconds, but knew that such would only be a temporary solution. His only chance was to reason with the Execrable Chaos, unlikely as that seemed. With no other choice, he spoke out.
'You say it is a request and you say you wish to free me, nothing more and nothing less. I thank you for your...kindness, but I must refuse. While I would indeed like nothing more than to be freed of this curse, I believe I am fine as I am,' he looked uncomfortably from the Anju woman to the Execrable Chaos, his fingers tightening around his sword instinctively.
"Oh well. I'll put your soul to good use, I assure you." Vestec was suddenly grasping the Outsider by the throat, hefting Alfid in the air. "First, your powers." The God took Alfid's necromancy powers and gave them to Sakimi, the Anju gasping as she suddenly sensed all the dead around. Alfid squirmed and attempted to free himself from the Execrable Chaos' grip, but it was to no avail. Even his attempts to teleport were nullified by the god's grip, and all Alfid could do was send out one final, mental cry to the one who had gifted him his powers. If Astarte valued her agreements, she would hear his cry. Alfid hoped it would be enough and that the Goddess of Magic, affected as she was by the Execrable Chaos, would intervene on his behalf. Her agreement with the Great Lich Lord had to be worth something...
"Clever. Too little too late though." Vestec commented. Chaotic fire burst into life on Alfid, hungrily consuming the Outsider's body. The God of Chaos held the Outsider as he was destroyed, giggling. Letting the last ashes that remained of Alfid float away into the wind Vestec looked at Sakimi, grabbing Alfid's soul as he did so. "Time for us to leave, don't you agree?"
Sakimi's response was slow as she came to grips with her new senses and powers. "Yes...yes Lord Vestec." With that, the two of them disappeared.
Far off, the Great Lich Lord raised his cloaked head to the skies as Alfid's existence was extinguished. He had seen it with Alfid's own eye and had heard his final plea. While he was not all that saddened by the destruction of the Lich - it just meant he would not have to do it himself eventually - he did wonder if Alfid's final plea to Astarte would offer him a potential loophole if she did not somehow act. Turning away, he watched the little town that was slowly beginning to form. Regardless, he had a job to do.
Will get a post up tomorrow.
Althalus
Althalus was too much a professional to let a sound out at the jolt of electricity. He jumped, but didn't make a sound. As Alaira glared at him sideways however, he decided that living was better than stealing the spear and running. Quickly he let go of the spear and hugged Alaira, smiling innocently at the half-Elf. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you when you're not beating me with my freshly amputated hands?" He said cheerfully to Alaira. "Besides if you ripped off my hands, again for the right one, Lidda would have to regrow them and she would be very upset. I don't like being chided and yelled at as I scream in pain. I've already experienced it once, I rather not experience it again. Besides, I'd rather avoid Lidda as much as possible until I can get that instinctive flinching whenever she touches me under control. She'll have too much fun with that, I assure you. This entire time, Althalus hadn't stopped hugging Alaira. He wasn't sure she wouldn't force him to run very quickly if he let go.
Aramir
The Snow Elf was in the firing range, using the familiar and repetitive movements of firing and aiming her bow to attempt to forget her problems. It was also the only place she could escape the hordes of people and golems running around. While she appreciated the noise they brought, she didn't appreciate the press of bodies and constant need to dodge out of the way they caused. For the most part practicing her archery was helping her pretend her problems didn't exist. She hadn't even thought about Auriel while she was actually firing her bow. The problems came when she was walking to recover her arrows. She couldn't stop her mind from returning to her situation with the Forest Elf. She hadn't talked to Auriel since she had left their room, and was once again avoiding her. The Snow Elf was scared to talk to Auriel. She didn't know what she wanted, and she was scared what the Forest Elf would say.
Taking her arrows back, the Snow Elf looked up to see Annabeth walking in and she was incredibly relieved to have another distraction. SHe gave a friendly smile to the human. "Annabeth! Hows it going? Came to escape the crowds to, huh?"
Althalus was too much a professional to let a sound out at the jolt of electricity. He jumped, but didn't make a sound. As Alaira glared at him sideways however, he decided that living was better than stealing the spear and running. Quickly he let go of the spear and hugged Alaira, smiling innocently at the half-Elf. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you when you're not beating me with my freshly amputated hands?" He said cheerfully to Alaira. "Besides if you ripped off my hands, again for the right one, Lidda would have to regrow them and she would be very upset. I don't like being chided and yelled at as I scream in pain. I've already experienced it once, I rather not experience it again. Besides, I'd rather avoid Lidda as much as possible until I can get that instinctive flinching whenever she touches me under control. She'll have too much fun with that, I assure you. This entire time, Althalus hadn't stopped hugging Alaira. He wasn't sure she wouldn't force him to run very quickly if he let go.
Aramir
The Snow Elf was in the firing range, using the familiar and repetitive movements of firing and aiming her bow to attempt to forget her problems. It was also the only place she could escape the hordes of people and golems running around. While she appreciated the noise they brought, she didn't appreciate the press of bodies and constant need to dodge out of the way they caused. For the most part practicing her archery was helping her pretend her problems didn't exist. She hadn't even thought about Auriel while she was actually firing her bow. The problems came when she was walking to recover her arrows. She couldn't stop her mind from returning to her situation with the Forest Elf. She hadn't talked to Auriel since she had left their room, and was once again avoiding her. The Snow Elf was scared to talk to Auriel. She didn't know what she wanted, and she was scared what the Forest Elf would say.
Taking her arrows back, the Snow Elf looked up to see Annabeth walking in and she was incredibly relieved to have another distraction. SHe gave a friendly smile to the human. "Annabeth! Hows it going? Came to escape the crowds to, huh?"
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