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Post by Rigor.Mortis on Dec 11, 2008 21:47:22 GMT -5
"If ANYONE has brought anything foul into this place, it's you. I come into your town with no intentions of harming it and you treat me as a criminal with no manners what so ever!" She snapped. But before she continued, the ground began to shake.. and the sky fizzled. Soldiers seemed to escape from every structure as the gates shut.. A straggler human in red had barely made it through the gates when they had slammed shut. Rigor tried her best to dodge the waves of raptors that seemed to be pouring out to their death. She was bumped by a few of them as they charged past her, frankly pissing her off from the lack of manners. She grit her teeth as the barbarian had missed barreling through her by mere centimeters. "Not so much as an excuse me!" she shouted angrily.. Watching Othar break the gates wide open for the demons to enter. All hell had quite literally broke loose. Seemingly pulling it out of nowhere, the dragoness pulled an oversized scythe from behind her back ready to create carnage. With no hesitation, she began slicing her way through the creatures; her attack catching them off guard seemingly. She was an unstoppable force.. And planned to show it. Though she was slender, her strength was beginning to show as the reaped stood and attacked their own.
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Post by dracla on Dec 13, 2008 0:45:16 GMT -5
Lorn continued weaving his spells casting illusions around himself and moving close to the gate shielding his eyes fromt the light and heat that pored from it. His zombies kept the demons away from him as he took samples and jotted notes into a book, when he was done he wandered back towards the town avoiding any fighting save for slitting the throat of an imp as he passed and reanimating it to replace one of his undead. He walked back from the gate and watched the conflict safly. He watched the dragon and the norther beast reaking havoc on the deamons. He read over the evedince he had and frowned at it.
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Post by rayeith on Dec 14, 2008 11:52:39 GMT -5
Rayeith had seen many strange things in his life, but never anything like this. A sleek dragoness swept through the hordes with a malevolent scythe, a stranger sat amongst a squadron of undead as he wrote in a notebook, a humanoid sheep bounded over the tops of peoples heads with a beggar on his back, a giant of a man tore through demons and raptors alike, a female raptor of homely appearance burst with white and blue colored magics, and another raptor brought a deadly glowing blade into the mix, handling it with the skill of an assasin. "It really is going to be a long day," he said to no one in particular. Looking over, he realised that the demon forces were actually being pushed back out of the gates. Even so, he knew that they would continue to come at full force until they were cut off at the source. Before running out of the gate, however, he stole some flesh off one of the necromancer's undead minions. He didn't think the zombie would miss it. And so Rayeith fled the town. He knew his chances were better if he just up and left the town to fend for itself, but he was all too curious to see what ingredients he could scrounge up from the rare foliage of Oblivion. So into the woods he went, his red robe whipping around his body as he searched for the Oblivion Gate.
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Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Dec 14, 2008 17:34:59 GMT -5
Tezztor growled seeing the large barbarian smash the gates. "Fool! He let the demons in. Outside the gates the demons poured forth like a otherworldly army of ants. He clutched his dagger and nodded to Reirna and charged the beasts, flipping and twirling like a blur of green death. To one side he cut a demon's throat, spinning around to dodge a blade stab the demon in the back. he leaped upon one scamps shoulders digging his talons in deep before propelling himself forward into a spin cutting the necks of two more scamps with his talons. No matter how many he felled they seemed to be endless, scratching and biting at him to no avail. "There are so many" he yelled in disbelief as he decapitated a imp outright. The jewel on his dagger began to glow as it claimed more and more evil souls.
About thirty feet back Reirna charged a massive spell, the very air twirling about her as if a tornado was being sucked into a vacume. Her eyes glowed a powerful blue as the full brut of her power came to bear. But it took time to charge the spell and several paladins formed a guard around her. "Protect the priestess, buy her time to conjure up her spell" the largest and most ornate raptor yelled as he crushed the skull of a deadra with his massive warhammer.
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Post by tristanfaust on Dec 14, 2008 19:23:05 GMT -5
Since Buddy had been standing next to the largest Paladin at the time he decided it was wise to follow orders. So far he'd managed to keep himself out of harms way by letting fights rage around him and kicking the odd imp in the head as it rushed him. Now he was packed in beside Reirna instead, filling the flank as she wove her spells. He couldn't help but look sideways at her quizzically as they said "Priestess" but decided it was neither the time or the place.
A wave of red was coming, as if blood was rushing in to claim bodies and swell its ranks. The cackles and gutteral grunts seperated the creatures however, almost impossible to tell one from another in the confusion. Whenever a creature that he was not familiar with approached Buddy he kicked out in sheer panic, his hard foot connecting with bone or cartalidge or whatever the head contained. While not as powerful as the paladins around him this stunned creatures long enough for them to be dealt with from sword or hammer. Buddy only wished he could use his hands more but he was still clinging the beggar tight to his back which restricted the movements of his upper body greatly.
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Post by Othar, Modern Barbarian on Dec 14, 2008 19:42:07 GMT -5
Reaching the gate, Othar smiled and then jumped forth into the chaotic hell of Oblivion. When he emerged on the other side, he began his battle. Killing a few scamps, an imp, and an atronach, he saw the great tower in the distance. He would fight, kill, loot, and collect his way to it, no matter what.
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Post by rayeith on Dec 14, 2008 20:11:02 GMT -5
Finally stumbling upon the gate, Rayeith was bothered by one thing more than anything else; the demons that protected it all lay dead on the ground. Looking around but finding nothing, Rayeith just shrugged and walked into the gate. Before he knew it, he was tripping over a dead imp and landing with not an ounce of grace upon the stone floors of Oblivion. A harsh wind threw soot and dirt in Rayeith's eyes as he pushed himself off the rocky surface and viewed his surroundings. Strangely, it wasn't the blood red sky, the lakes of lava, or the Gothic tower that caught his attention; it was the sight of barbaric man slicing a terrified imp in half that did it. Rayeith realized that it was this man who had cleared the hordes defending the gate. Rayeith began following in the man's wake as demon after demon fell before his blade.
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Post by dracla on Dec 14, 2008 20:24:05 GMT -5
Lorns face contorted into a grimace, he didn't have nearly the amount of data he wanted. His eyes turned towards the one called Othar. "Idiot" he cursed before snapping back to his goal. The undead that had been slowly faltering attacked the deamons with a renewed vigor helping the raptors defend the priestess. If she knew anything important the gates he would find out after this mess was cleaned up, He would find out every thing to do with these gates, and when he did, he would get what he wanted. Dark bolts of lightning flew from his sleves striking deamons in the chest they fell to the ground motionless, The numbers of his undead rose to a hoard even as they were hacked apart by the deamons. Lorn began to grow weary and stopped raising new soilders, he knew all to well his powers were far from limitless.
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Post by Othar, Modern Barbarian on Dec 14, 2008 22:07:58 GMT -5
Moving forward in haste towards his destination, Othar did not notice the short alchemist trailing him. Coming upon a great river of lava, Othar looked around for an alternative. Finding none, He lept forth, over the flaming crevasse and landed on all fours, barreling through the Atronach that stood in his way. He was getting tired, but he had a mission and an idea. Pulling from his Sporran a great slab of bear meat. Othar bent over the cooling remains of the flame atronach, he took the firesalt and slathered the meat in them, cooking it quickly.
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Post by rayeith on Dec 14, 2008 22:42:43 GMT -5
Seeing the bear of a man tackle an Atronach and use it's body to cook lunch made Rayeith hesitant to follow. Besides, there was no way he could pass the huge crevice that the barbarian so easily leaped over. He would just have to find his own way to the tower. following the crevice down for a few minutes, Rayeith managed to find a makeshift bridge of rocks to cross over with. All thoughts of heading for the tower, however, were swept away in a maelstrom of awe. Rayeith had stumbled into a variable forest of rare plants that one could only find in the realm of Oblivion. Getting out his tools of the trade, Rayeith quickly settled in for a long bout of scavenging materials.
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Post by Rigor.Mortis on Dec 14, 2008 23:18:44 GMT -5
Rigor continued to hack her way through the vile things, laughing as she did so, nearly striking the actual villagers and soldiers. Her scythe was more than a blade; it moved along with her as if it were an actual part of her. She seemed to be conducting an orchestra of blood and chaos as she swept her way through covered in the unnatural gore. She seemed to be getting the same psychotic thrill whether she struck a creature or an object.
Twisting, she managed to clear a circle of protection around her, before sticking the blade in the ground. She slumped over, still standing gripping her weapon in case there was a need for attack. She panted, turning her maul up to utter a primal roar. The blood stains and her current almost quadrupedal positon made her a fearful sight. She just hoped she could regain her energy back in time before her possible intimidation wore off and the creatures began to swarm again.
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Post by tristanfaust on Dec 18, 2008 6:28:16 GMT -5
A stone whistled past Rigor's head, inches from impacting into her; behind her a brave demon who'd decided to attack from behind fell to the floor with pieces of rock imbedded into his skull. Buddy smiled slightly to himself as he watched the twitching form on the floor, immediatley grabbing the beggar's leg as he slipped slightly. With a sudden burst of speed he ran forward, the guard around Reirna was getting tight and he was just being trampled in those armoured ranks, jumping over rigor's blade and slamming his hard feet into the ground as he landed. Rocks and pebbles turned into deadly missiles as the spray spat up from Buddy's feet, demons flinching and stumbling as they rubbed at their eyes and covered their faces from the attack.
"Not getting tired are you?" Buddy asked Rigor slyly as he stood back to back with her; or rather back to back to back with her since there was still the beggar between them. He was really starting to hurt Buddy's arms. One wild sheep eye attemted to keep itself trained on her scythe though, his kind was naturally nervous but even still finding this one trustworthy would have been hard for anyone.
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Post by Rigor.Mortis on Dec 18, 2008 7:18:37 GMT -5
"I'm only getting started." She roared, taking in a deep breath and exhaling with a black wave of death. As the black flames touched some of the forms, they decayed on contact in a rapid progression until they were no more than dust and a few bones. It was a strain on her magically; if she kept using her more powerful attacks, it wouldn't be too long until she completely spiraled out of control and began attacking everything, friend or foe. Sometimes she just got too caught up in the madness. She looked back to that raptors, "WHAT THE HELL IS THE PLAN? These things don't seem to be letting off anytime soon!"
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Post by dracla on Dec 18, 2008 17:30:07 GMT -5
Lorn eyes lit up when he saw the dragon breathing death into the field, he walked over to her laying a finger on the back of a deamon whose body rotted outward from the touch, "What makes you think they have a plan?" he asked sarcasticly, "Right now theres not a whole lot to be done," he pointed to the gate and the deamons whose numbers were lagging as they realized nothing good was on this side of the plane. "The only way to close the gate is to enter the gate and find the sidgil stone, anything not of that relm is purged from oblivion and there belongings come with them," he waved his hand and a imp fell dead, "Othar the idot made damn sure he was the one to barrel into the place, and that alchemist followed him. You on the other hand have my intrest right now," a zombie aproched her its eyes faded, "if you dont mind breeth that fire on it." he said watching her intently.
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Post by Alrich Üeuer on Dec 18, 2008 18:49:07 GMT -5
Aldrich looked on from his hiding spot in the large, ancient tree in something akin to total awe. So far, none of the demons seemed to notice him, and luckily, neither did the crazy dragon. But nevertheless, he kept his trusty longbow drawn, in case he caught something's eye. He felt confident that the enchanted scroll he read from earlier would allow his prescence to remain hidden from the minds of others. Little did he know, a mind-altering spell wouldn't do him much good in a region infested with hostile raptors, the scroll he purchased from the dark elf sorcerer was a rudimentary forgery, and that the elf wasn't a sorcerer.
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