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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 10:13 pm
CAPTURED!BYAKKO MAWIYA and ALIFAX BUNSEM: You are now prisoner and imprisoner. Somehow restraining the rebel with whatever they have on hand, the royalist must now begin to haul them back to the majesty of the law.
The nearest centre of said majesty being Four Fronds, it's smartest to start heading south.==> And it's a long trek back. Byakko and Alifax are now removed from the board! Trolls who were in a party with them, are now solo on their field, and had over 0 moves follow the 'splits into individual trolls' rules for determining remaining moves.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 10:22 pm
ROYALIST VANGUARD Alifax had nodded to Sarcel as she'd left. The pinkblood, from what he'd seen, was a very skilled brawler, but even as large as her stick was, it lacked the range of a pair of meteors on its long chain. What he needed was to isolate her in a place where she couldn't move away. Could he do that? Yes. Yes; the swamp was overflowing with brackish water but foliage also pressed in around them from all sides. He just had to move some of these vines into place...and then when she came into view, light them on fire. The thing Alifax did best, really. She wouldn't see it coming. "Uh - Captain, Princess," Alifax said into his communication device when it was all over. "I have the pink one with the stick. But Sarcel said she saw another one nearby, and I haven't heard from her since..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 10:54 pm
REBEL MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 11:15 pm
REBEL FRONTRUNNER Once he got up out of the muddy slime he made a face as he pulled himself up ignoring the goop that clung to him. Looking around, he found a weapon...a very familiar one. Grabbing for Byakko's kanabō, he lifted it even if the weight was not a familiar one. Panic seeped in, he could only pray wherever the mutantblood was she would find a way to safety and escape. Stryke ran for his life, convinced if he didn't get moving he would be next. Frustration seeped in like the bog grime. He hadn't been fast enough to help her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 12:37 am
REBEL MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 1:03 am
ROYALIST VANGUARD The team had made good progress through the swamp, despite the numerous obstacles; hostile wildlife, dead-ends, bottomless bogs... Kursha tuned out most of the chatter, having given up on chastising them for playing a ******** game during what could have been the most important event of their lives so far. He only spoke up when he thought they were getting too loud. If they wanted to screw around, fine, but they were not going to scare off his prey. The path before them suddenly split and Kursha considered the TPS. The radar indicated the rebels were close. Very close. He looked back at his team-mates. “Alifax, Sarcel—whatever the hell your names are.” He pointed down one side of the nettle passage. “You're taking that side. Me and Lorata will get the other. Maintain radio contact, and let me know as soon as you spot any of the rebels.” He turned to Lorata. “Come on, Princess.”- - - A full night had passed without any sign of the rebels or news from the other team. Despite his attempts to keep it cool, Kursha's temper was running very, very thin. Suddenly the radio buzzed into life. Through the crackle of static, Kursha could make out Alifax's voice. His mood improved visibly at the status update.
“Eh? Really?!” he replied, grinning. “Put her on the line, would ya? Ah, wait. I guess she's probably out cold. Well that's all right. When she comes too, just let her know I said 'hi'. In any case, good work! We'll see you back at camp!” He clicked the radio off. A burst of excitement filled his chest. If Alifax had captured Byakko, he had a couple good guesses of who else might be lurking nearby.
He flashed a grin down at Lorata. “Hear that? We've got their leader. Not off to a bad start, eh?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 8:56 am
NEW DAY!
Royalists had 1 action left over. This is carried over to the same troll/group today but will not carry to tomorrow!
Rebels had 3 action left over. This is carried over to the same troll/group today but will not carry to tomorrow!
Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 11:32 am
ROYALIST MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 12:16 pm
ROYALIST MAP UPDATED===>ENGAGED THE ENEMY!!!!REBEL MAP UPDATED!!!===> ROYALIST TROLLS:SARCEL CINCILREBEL TROLLS:STRYKE NVMOR
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 12:59 pm
It didn't take very long until Sarcel saw the source of the earlier sound. It was definitely a troll and definitely one that she did not recognize and they were definitely one of the ones she had to be after.
She forgot just how long she had been following them like this, her shoes making sounds in the soft squelchy ground. She wasn't focused on keeping quiet; let him hear her. He would be running from something that didn't seem to be there. Sarcel wasn't one to be overtly confident, but she felt some semblance of power, some amount of control with this situation. She hadn't heard from Alifax since earlier, and if he had succeeded, she wasn't about to be shown up.
Being cocky felt kind of a fun, if not entirely strange. Her eyes were wide and focused in the way a woofbeast stalked their prey. Just a little closer, wait a little longer, the perfect opportunity, and then...
...strike!
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 1:04 pm
REBEL FRONTRUNNER Stryke kept running, going as fast as he could given the weight of the weapon he'd grabbed for. All the while he could hear the sound of footsteps..something was stalking him. It was still unseen and sent a shiver a terror down his spine. He was convinced he was seeing things, maybe one of the plants had caused him to hallucinate. As sharp pain exploded into his side and leg. Stryke remembered crying out in pain as he fell to the ground. Yellowblood seeped from his newly acquired wounds. His eyes traveled to one of the bullets examining it with a narrowed gaze. This wasn't...live ammo. They were rubber bullets?! Had their plan to kill on site shifted priorities? He felt like he'd be sick. Despite this revelation, the blast had sliced open portions of his flesh leaving a puncture from one of the bullets in his thigh. That had been ultimately what caused him to stop running and crumple to the ground below. Already dark ugly bruises were forming near the damaged skin. A few drips of his golden hued blood fell to the ground. He didn't run fast enough after all. Failure was his reward, despite having tried his best. Game over kid
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:07 pm
REBEL MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:08 pm
ROYALIST MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:10 pm
CAPTURED!STRYKE NVMOR and SARCEL CINCIL: You are now prisoner and imprisoner. Somehow restraining the rebel with whatever they have on hand, the royalist must now begin to haul them back to the majesty of the law.
The nearest centre of said majesty being Four Fronds, it's smartest to start heading south.==> And it's a long trek back. Stryke and Sarcel are now removed from the board! Trolls who were in a party with them, are now solo on their field, and had over 0 moves follow the 'splits into individual trolls' rules for determining remaining moves.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:16 pm
REBEL MAP UPDATED===>Nothing out of the usual happens ....
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