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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:18 pm
((Azreal))
[Sorry for the delay. Trying to work some Mac stuff...]
Nicholas roused from his chambers, addressing the call by flinging open his door and looking sincerely into your eyes. The man could certainly sense urgency, that's for sure. Without hesitation, he grabbed the hilt of his leatherbound blade and pulled up on it a few inches.
"How many people do you need, and by when?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:20 pm
((Don't worry about it.))
Azreal swallowed a lump that had steadily formed in his throat. Urgency he could sense, perhaps, but surely he knew nothing of the true danger approaching if he merely asked how many men were needed.
"I don't think you understand, Nicholas.... it is an army of brainwashed slaves! Hundreds, perhaps thousands! We do not have the numbers to fight them!" said Azreal, trying to convey the awful image as best he could.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:26 pm
((Azreal))
This did not seem to faze him. Perhaps he knew something that Azreal did not.
"Brainwashed, eh? No 'zombies', as you'd once called them? If so...there's no need to worry. They're probably out having a block party or something. Brainwashed civilians, unless submitted to rigorous mental loading, will not attack unless provoked or something goes out of their comfort zone. Friend, I am at your side in this one...but I see no reason to begin our war this soon."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:29 pm
Azreal shook his head gravely. Why couldn't Nicholas understand the importance or the danger behind this situation! Something needed to be done... of that much, Azreal was certain.
"Then perhaps they have fallen victim to this rigorous mental loading of which you speak. Nicholas, they were marching towards me as if part of some gruesome parade, all moaning the same word: KILL! Kill, Nicholas! They mean to slay us all!" argued the Lonarian passionately.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:45 pm
((Azreal))
Well. Now that was different.
"...If...if what you speak of bears truth...no, it can't be! *sigh* Azreal, a Brainwashed goes through three known stages, as documented by Magicitics who have witnessed this horrible torture technique.
One: Slack. You've seen this. Slow movements, lack of coordination. The usual.
Two: Training. While being "loaded", function improves and newer cognition develops. However, they will not be very randomly aggressive yet.
Three: Reborn. They act like their old selves again...physically, that is. At this stage, these guys work towards a new, mindlessly chosen goal.
If they lumbered along as you say...there's no WAY they've been "loaded", or even in their second stage of mental cleansing. I...I don't know how to ask this...but...
Damn. Did you see any...uh...strange wounds on this mass of attackers?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:49 pm
Azreal thought back to the horde of brainwashed townsfolk. It was hard to distinguish any of them in particular, but he seemed to recall.... yes, he was certain.
"Yes. A few of them were missing limbs, and operating fine without them... many of them also had oozing, pus-filled wounds. Why?" asked the Lonarian.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:08 pm
((Azreal))
It didn't seem possible, but Nicholas' already drained, blank-eyed face turned even whiter with cognitive - and emotional, so it seemed - strain.
"...I can't believe it. ******** quite some time, the leader stood stock still, staring straight ahead. Or at least...appearing to...
Then, without warning or prep, he cried out to the sanctum, a bellow that seemed to shake the very foundation of the hallowed halls.
"MEN! RALLY YOUR ARMS!! WE FIGHT IN FIVE MINUTES!!!
...Azreal, thank you for your help. I hate to do this...but I implore you to fight with us. This is a pressing matter, one that transcends the petty existences of you and I. This, if my assumptions are correct, is a fight to protect the integrity of the very planet we walk upon."
With a regal gesture, he removed his gloved grasp on his own weapon and indiacted another, lying gracefully upon his own modest bed.
It was but a simple blade, rather cumbersome-looking and clunky. The sharp, roughly-cut metal protruded clumsily from its large-fit, steel blue, tape-wrapped handle. How could this be of any use? It almost looked...moldy, as odd as that seemed. Little frost-like crystals, similar in makeup to mildew, coated the edge like a sloppily applied soap lather. Nicholas, however, offered a good case in favor of the odd weapon.
"It's not what it seems, friend. You're looking at a custom-made Magirath Chainblade. Consider yourself lucky."
~Sidequest finished~
XP: 1000
Spoils: Slayer, the Magirath Chainblade
[Details tomorrow night]
[Session End. Sidequest and previous Subplot Finished! Moved to Chapter IV: For Earth]
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