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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:54 am
Bren smiled back at her and pulled a shiny bright blue helmet out of thin air for her with a bow, the black hole that was his own personal claudical space stayed open, the gallant Knight in his nature peeking out from behind the wolf. "Let me know if you are cold, I have a spare jacket in here someplace." xp
The bike was a strange mixture of shadows and gleaming light, like a concealed threat she promised to take you places you had never been before and break as many speed limits as you wanted, all with the intentions of someday managing to break the sound barrier...Just because she could!
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:58 am
She leaned up, and brushed enough of Brendan's hair away to kiss his cheek with her soft lips. "I'm sure you can keep me warm." her voice lower and softer than usual, before she realized what was happening and she blushed prettily herself and stepped back to put the helmet on her head.
Gabi would wait until he got situated on the bike, and then do so herself, pressing herself against his back, and holding onto hi for dear life.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 10:13 am
Brendan pulled a black helmet out of the little black hole before closing it again. He shook all his hair back and pulled the helmet over his head becoming just another facless dark figure, he swung one leg over the bike and let it purr to life. With Gabi behind him he patted her hands reassuringly before they took off, the bike proving that it could in fact go 0 to 60 in under 5 seconds as the pair took off towards downtown Barton, and the headquarters of the GSF!
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:47 pm
Four figures flitted through the shadows around Barton. Located throughout the city, inconspicously hidden and hard to detect except to those able to see magical auras, were small pebble-sized black gems. What their function could be was indiscernable, but to those knowledgable in magic, there would be a trace of conjuration magic around them. There would be sixty-six of them located throughout Barton in total.
Shades report.
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Shade-One, all set.
Shade-Two, all set.
Shade-Three, all set.
Shade-Four, all set.
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All Shades, withdraw to secondary rendevouz point immediately.
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Understood.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 2:24 am
To the north of Barton Town a figure walked across the great Basken Lake, quite a strange sight. He wore a full armour piece, golden, that looked like a robe of saughts. Around his waist flapped a long black sash which was wrapped around the man. Upon his face lay a mask, golden in colour like his armour piece, with two pure white painted eyes that had a lazy, bored look to them. Short golden blonde hair poked out from his mask and down his neck, with two pointed ears poking out of his gloden hair. But the strange thing was he was walking on the lake, standing upon nothing at all. Under the water nothing held him up at all, it was like he was actually walking on water! But upon close inspection beneath his boots were two plates of wind which stopped him from sinking into the calm lake where many fish like creatures were. Quite a show off the man looked like.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 3:04 am
{[A bit boring just walkin' on the lake. Lets add a big fish to assult me!]}
As the golden man reached the center of the lake, or aproximatly the middle, he stopped in his tracks. Just hovering on the surface of the water, bobbing up and down from the waves, but why were there waves? The man looked into the deep dark water, the darkness of night helping at all, but he knew something big was near. Minutes passed and still the waves flowed in the same height as a few minutes ago, so the golden man shrugged them off and stepped foward. Just like setting off a trip wire the waves roared upwards like a mountain, taking the golden man up with them. The waves soon dropped due to gravity but the man did not, he was being held up by a rather big sized head. An experienced fisherman would obviously notice that this was a big Lion Head Dragon, a dragon that survives underwater. Blunt spikes ran down its head till its neck which extended out of the water. Upon its nose the golden man stood, unmoved by the sudden appearance of the Lion Head. The massive Lion Heads mouth was wide open, but had missed the man by mear inches. As the two sat above the lake for seconds, gravity returned and began pulling the Lion Head back into the water. As it did, the golden man held his gloved hand up, a white ball of wind the size of a soft ball lay on his palm. The ball fell from his mouth and down into the monsters' mouth. With the Lion head once again under water the golden man stood upon the lake surface in the same stance as before. Continuing to walk foward the water around him soon sported a red tint to it. Seconds later the Lion Heads' head surfaced again, but just lay on the water, not moving. Dead. And the Golden man continued to walk foward without a care.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 3:13 am
((XD Silly STK. Anywho, if you wanna go bug people, go into the Guild Lounge Forum, then the OOC Lounge))
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 3:21 am
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 5:16 pm
"Shades have made it to the rendevouz point," Chaszmyr T'sarran stated to the lich who was acting as general to the small raiding force it was leading. "It's your call now, General."
The lich turned to the assembled forces behind it, a gathering of zombies in ragged and tattered clothing; skeletons in black breastplates and armed with swords, spears, and shields; and necromancers with their spells and pistols. Hovering around them were constructs made from a jet black metal, their eyes pinpricks of light, bodies radiating shadows. They were Shadesteel Golems, crafted of shadows, lighter and quicker than your ordinary run-of-the-mill golem, and twice as deadly. There were only six of them, one for each group; more than enough. The lich raised its staff, drawing the attention of the troops.
"Fangs, the time has come. Activate your spell scrolls."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 9:19 pm
A lightly armored man sat undisturbed in the back of a pub, eating what was possibly the saltiest steak on the face of Gaia. His drink of faye wine was not there for his personal enjoyment, rather to parche the thirst said meat would induce. Even though there was real sustinance all about him, he would have to be patient. Lest he be discovered.
The truth of the matter was that the man was little more than an illusion, save the helmet. But that was merely there to block telepathy; you could never be too careful with the number of metahumans roaming about nowadays. His time would come soon, and he would be ready.
But for now he'd sit there and not enjoy his 'tasteless' wine.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 11:36 am
 ~ :: This is madness!
Madness did indeed break out all around Barton Town seemingly at once. Out of the alleyways, behind buildings, even out of the fountain itself, hordes of dark robed necromancers, undead, and leather-garbed fighters suddenly appeared and began attacking any guards posted nearby. Among each group - there were six of them total, each numbering eleven - was a construct made of jet black, unreflective metal, which hovered an inch above the ground, emitting waves of negative energy as it attacked.
These 7-foot-tall shadowy automatons were crafted from a matte black metal that seems to absorb light. The metal itself is mined and forged entirely on the Plane of Shadow. A mist fills the hollow spaces between their skeletal frame, and their two long arms end in sharp metal claws. A dour, skull-shaped head surmounts their broad torso, but the construct has no neck to speak of. They move slowly but silently, hovering above the ground and disturbing nothing as they pass. The human empire of Imaskari gave rise to the first shadesteel golems, which were built to guards the vast troves of Imaskar's evil wizard-kings. Now the knowledge of their construction and use belonged to the necromancers of Necropolita.
Each group consisted of one necromancer, two zombies, four skeletal warriors, and three drow fighters, along with the shadesteel golem. The only exception was with the group that appeared next to the Arena, which had a lich instead of a necromancer. One of the drow fighters among this group was Chaszmyr T'sarran, and he was already silently weaving into combat.
There is much killing to be done.
Madness? THIS IS GAIA! :: ~
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 1:49 pm
Before.
"What... watch where you're going!" She had half a mind to jump down, grow legs, and decapitate this one. She recently acquired four to make up for the numbers lost... two members of a "gang" or something, or whatever they wanted to think they were, a vagrant not of the Jubei Kibagami bloodline, someone who had actually approached her when she was annoyed at her inability to close her eyes and sleep, and a teenager. Or at least he looked like one. It was around the teen's neck that the serpent wrapped as the five just moseyed down the street in the most natural walk their states afforded them.
Now.
The effect was slow, since people didn't always stop to smell the roses, or in this case pay attention to ghostly aahs coming from five shrouded figures. But like The Song That Never Ends or Bohemian Rhapsody, some people were compelled to stick around just for a bit longer and sing it. Hear just the next verse, or the next line, one more repeat, until it got old and the numbers would break off. Thing was that nobody was leaving. First, they wanted to join in on the fun. Now, they were watching the growing numbers and halting, before something within told them to move with the mob.
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was,
and they'll just keep on singing it forever just because...
Along with the sound of confusion and crashing, people screaming and cars honking, a crowd was moving forward and ignoring everything but the wish to keep singing and make a certain lamia, currently in purely serpentine form around a certain youth's neck, happy.
Collapsing the Forum Tavern should be easy. Strike at a major computer hub and shut down one of the major ways information was passed between places.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 3:23 pm
Poppy cupcakes! "I understand your concern, captain." Answered Rachelle. "Yet you should not have to worry. Barton is a bright town, brimming with life and beauty. Prudence won't be required in such a place. The undeads are sparse and unorganized. None of them would dare come close to this haven." Apparently, she was wrong... ***** "So like..." There stood the boy, out in the field of the empty plains, his cudgel resting across his shoulders as he stood by the railroad tracks, watching two men do something to them, "what are you doing?" The words they spoke sounded like pure jibberish to him, so his curiosity was not satisfied. However, whatever it was, it didnt look good, well, in a sense that it would accomplish something that is. Because those fancy lights which flittered about were pretty damn cool to the kid's eyes. So, he'd stay for all of one more minute, before he got bored of the two men messing with the tracks three miles out from Barton, and began heading in that direction. What were they doing? Sabotaging the tracks so that nobody was going to be entering or leaving the city by that route, three miles out in the middle of an empty plain.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:06 pm
Hmph... it's time.
A delightful symphony of chaos and destruction was underway outside, the conductors of which were invisible to the human eye. His part in the splendor was upon them. The two guards, who were previously enjoying their break, grabbed arms to join in the fray. Or they would have if Moonblade hadn't litten them up with a gout of emerald fire from across the room.
Moonblade's disguise dropped as he launched a blast of emerald flame towards the barstand where a good amount of liquor was kept. Of course, there would now be people trying to flee for their lives, but there would always be those trying to play the 'hero'. Such people would merely be cut down where they stand; he wouldn't waste his time with such insolents.
It wouldn't be long before the building was nothing but ash. Alcohol was fairly combustable.
Moonblade would make his way to the center of artistic and cultured society; the Arena. Though it wasn't a militarily strategic target, it would do well to crush the city's symbol of triumph and accomplishment.
And, of course, he'd kill any resistance he happened to pass by in Barton Square.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 5:17 pm
"Inform Lady Rachelle! All soldiers are to report to their superior for orders! This is not a goddamn drill, necromancers are in Barton!" It was Bernard, captain of the Darkon, who was bellowing orders through the Arena for whoever could hear him. It had taken a few minutes, too long, for the soldiers to notice the few groups scattered through the city. The man was broad, tall, with the stature and the pilosity of a bear, and just as strong as such a beast. "Squads 6, 8 and 9, meet the enemy at the entrance of the Arena and support the guards until reinforcement arrives. Do -not- push your luck."
The group of 6 ran down the stairs to meet the lich and its cohort. Bernard stayed by a window for a moment, squinting as he tried to make out the enemy in the streets. For now, three groups of undeads and drows had been reported, including the one at the Arena's doors. More were probably in the streets. They had 12 Knights and 12 Guardians down, far from enough.
"All infantry soldiers are to deploy in the streets and support the squads, NOW!"
~*~*~*
"See 'Nie-kins? Toldja there was sumthin' up!"
Annie didn't need Antoine to tell her. They were both in Barton's residential district, not too far from the train station. From there, they could easily see one of the enemy group, with the ominous construct towering a head taller than the others. She immediately reached to tighten the leather straps of the knuckle-hammer covering her left arm, making sure her shield was steady on her right at the same time.
"Hey!" She called at the group. "Any of you has a brain that's not falling apart?"
Antoine lost no time in waving his stick in front of him, conjuring defensive and restorative spells to assist his Knight partner.
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