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Post by Aguila Saber on Oct 9, 2008 17:59:43 GMT -5
After the glorious vicotry against the Annihilator horde in the dawn attack there is a calm for some hours. Reinforcements arrive by air and the positions of the troops are advanced towards the east.
Scouts are sent out and return in due time with reports. There is a rumour circulated about a smaller power crystal having been broken out and placed on a small islet along the creek.
Soon afterwards there is a call for volunteers to take on a quest. Aguila answers the call and so do several others.
At the breifing meeting the rumours are confirmed. It is believed that the annihlators have broken out the crystal in order to create a void where the creek runs. If they were to succeed nearly all the fresh water on the plateau would be lost in one blow.
Access to the islet can be gained on wooden trees. The annihilators are using these to send troops to guard the power crystal and it is unlikely that they will destroy them, and even if they do more trees can be collected from a nearby copse.
The volunteers are each given a small teleportation gem which will activate automatically if the person wearing it is knocked unconscious. The gem is tuned so it will then send the person back to the camp.
Once access to the islet has been achived there is a second line of stock-works which has to be traversed before the power crystal is reached.
The leader of the volunteer expedition, a Mage called Gabri from Lunarlia is also given two explosive devices which is to be given to the two heroes who first arrive within reach of the power crystal. Gabri will then swiftly transport the explosive device to the champion.
After the briefing some of the volunteers leaves deciding this is nothing for them. The remainder are taught how to use the explosive devices and how to activate the teleportation gem to transport to the camp after the explosive device has been primed.
There is little time to spare and so when the briefing meeting is over the Mage Gabri and the group of volunteers leave the camp immediately for the place where the small power crystal has been placed.
( This small islet is where the creek from the south meets the creek that flows from east to west in the northern part of the plateau. )
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Post by dharn on Oct 11, 2008 10:28:16 GMT -5
Trasken tried hard to hide his smile as he heard the briefing. Trees. The mere mention of the the word made Trasken almost jump with joy. A small part of his homesickness almost lifted as he heard that they would be fighting among the trees. Danarg felt like a lifetime ago, but he long to be under the shadows of trees again. To be able to kill Annihilators under the shade, it was more than what he could dream of. He couldn't wait to start...
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Post by Doomy on Oct 11, 2008 13:16:31 GMT -5
Doomy's eyebrows rise as an attendant hands him a quarterstaff. "What am I supposed to do with this silly bit o' wood?" he asks. "Can't I just shoot the buggers?"
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Post by Aguila Saber on Oct 11, 2008 13:43:10 GMT -5
Magi Gabri eyed Doomy as he gave voice to his complaint. "In order to plant the explosive device you need to sprint across that slippery pole to the islet in the creek, while the Annihilators try to give you a dip in the water they have polluted."
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Post by Doomy on Oct 11, 2008 13:52:48 GMT -5
The dwarf snorts. "My axe tends to clear a path pretty well," he mutters, glowering at the unfamiliar weapon in his hand.
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Post by Aguila Saber on Oct 11, 2008 14:21:59 GMT -5
"You cannot swap weapons while on the pole. You will be forced to use your rifle as a club."
Gabri strikes his short beard. "On the other hand... if you insist that you want use the rifle I could put you on support here on this side of the creek, and we could let these other fine people handle the explosives and the power crystals."
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Post by Doomy on Oct 11, 2008 14:24:48 GMT -5
"Very well, spell-mumbler, I will do it your way", mutters the dwarf grudgingly. Better to wave the silly plank around than be denied the glory of victory.
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Post by eviltb on Oct 12, 2008 1:58:59 GMT -5
I push past the others and collect my pole. Holding it with both hands, I spin it around a few times to test its weight and balance. Satisfied, I turn and settle down, waiting my turn.
"Best stay where you are, dwarf. Wouldnt want you to fall into that nasty water with all that armour you're wearing...."
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Post by Beowuuf on Oct 12, 2008 2:24:44 GMT -5
Beowuuf stands resting against his pole, looking towards the area they are all bound for. These annihilators seemed to fall easily enough, without powers that are too formidable. The wolf still feels uneasy for the coming mission.
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Post by Doomy on Oct 16, 2008 3:04:37 GMT -5
Doomy deals with the first Annihilator he meets effortlessly. However the second seems a lot more determined and he takes a couple of strikes to his legs, though not enough to unbalance him. It is almost as if the creature can predict his actions. However the dwarf smacks the beastman in the muzzle and it plummets backwards from the pole. As another approaches he plants the end of his staff on the pole and defiantly beckons it towards him.
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Post by dharn on Dec 25, 2008 10:30:58 GMT -5
Trasken had slipped past the first wave of Annihilator with ease, using his familiarity within the forest and trees to his advantage. Instead he went head on with the stronger Annihilators first. He was stumped with the way the Annihilators conduct themselves in the fight. He was more attuned to the monsters and animals of the Danaarg and found himself fumbling to defend himself. More than once he would have fallen if it weren't for his sheer will power and stubbornness. His head was a blood mess and one of his eyes was covered in blood as he made his final advance towards the goal. Another Annihilator stood before him, a stronger version of his previous opponent. He tried as much as he could but as the final blow hit his head, he gave a sigh of relief.
At least his falling under the shades of trees, he thought.
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Post by eviltb on Mar 3, 2009 10:04:20 GMT -5
Exhausted from the last two events, I make my way back to my camp area. Being "the evil one" has its advantages, as I am spared the talk about previous contests endevours. Luckily I am left to lament on my own. Pushing the failure of the pole contest to the back of my mind, I wonder on the ShadowGates. Surely this power is great that the Annihilators can control such devices. Although the warrior-girl closed the gate, I was pleased with my own personal progress.
Thinking ahead to the final challenge, I ponder the items I have collected in preparation. It feels good to have a sidearm back again. Sure it is a stock item, but as long as it serves its purpose it will do. I laughed at the weaponmasters suggestion it was "on loan". Maybe I should "loan" him a shot of it, since he seemed so eager to get it back.
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Post by Doomy on Mar 3, 2009 17:25:57 GMT -5
The Borese gunner sat with a few of the dwarven skyship crew and his seventh mug of ale, regaling them with tales of his exploits and his fellow competitors. "I gave that Telchos woman a run for her money, aye. If we'd been fighting with proper weapons instead of those silly bloody toothpicks she would have been knocked off her perch, nae bother. Still, I gave her a headache and no mistake! Maybe I'll get another crack at her someday. The lass can move, though. I'll give her that. Did you see the way she handled that crystal? "As for that big laddie with the bad teeth - what an animal he is! A bonny fighter though, he's been tearing the nasties apart. Hope he disnae turn on me, though I think me and my gun can sort him out if it comes to it. "Then there's that dog-faced zombie magnet. You all know him. Good lad. Must ask him how he ended up looking like that though - did a wizard catch him shagging his daughter? Let's hope he doesn't find more undead hordes to let loose this time, anyway. "And lastly, there's him. I know he and I will be having words afore this business is done. He's worked with us for now, but he's still a wanted man in Bor. He's no' tried anything yet, mind, so I might not gun him down on sight - unless he tries it first." The dwarf then led the others in a medley of obscene ballads. Drinking and fighting - life was good.
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Post by dharn on Mar 4, 2009 11:28:19 GMT -5
Trasken looked up to the sky surrounded by the carcass of his enemies, he could feel the warmth of the blood on his lips and chin. He closed his eyes as he took the scent of death all around him. It was a huge battle, one that he didn't think that he could have survived. Then he heard the Call. Not only he was killing his enemies but he heeded the Call to feed on his enemies' life blood.
Trasken spread his arms wide as he began to feel the field of death with all of his other senses other than his vision. The smell, the rush of the wind on his skin, the taste in the atmosphere and deadly silent after it. The Call has dimmed but he could still feel it on his soul. It waits again for another opportunity. So does Trasken.
The sound of the skyship roared above him, dulling his senses and destroying his peace. Trasken looked at the magical ships with anger but he kept it inside as he crept slowly under the show to join the other.
Time to go to another battlefield...
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Post by eviltb on Aug 10, 2009 2:52:24 GMT -5
Some time later....
The NAK eviltb withdrew his blade from his foe then looked around the room. The wolf had just succeeded in blowing out the Beacon and with it the enemies left froze in place. Not wishing to dirty his blade with an unfit kill, he seathed his sword and waited for the others to finish.
"I see you two are more adept at killing lifeless targets then you are actual moving ones. Still the job is done, I would have counted on the wolf handling it so delicatly!"
The last one was spoken with a smirk, as the NAK adjusted his loot from the adventure.
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