Welcome to Gaia! ::

The air felt... fizzling. And the mine of course, would do little damage to Decruda; he was not a member of the undead.

Perhaps Decruda would not be able to cast any further spells for some time. He could feel the dampening effects of the weapon, and being an intelligent person, would not even bother wasting his spell levels trying to cast a spell that probably would not work.

However, the web spell would still be in effect, for it would be cast in the exact time Decruda entered the prime material once again, before the mine would detonate. Assuming that the mine would have to adjust to the pressure before the little mechanics of it would cause it to detonate, the web was faster. It sprang into existence at the same instant Decruda stepped into the prime. And as the mine did not dispel previous magical effects which created physical matter, the web would remain. The guards would not be fried by electricity and then fire, but that didnt matter, they were all facing the wrong direction, their bodies stuck in the position by sticky strands of goop, wepaons pointed in the wrong direction.

Tsk. how disappointing. So he wouldnt be able to cast any spells. So he'd have to resort to physical means. Completely fine with him. However, he was not going to step into the sticky substance and get himself stuck in it. That would be an idiotic idea.

He put away the glass dagger for a moment as he popped a small black cylinder into his mouth and then a thin tube between his lips. It had been a while since he had used the blowgun, but just as his ghouls would use the neurotoxins in the needles to paralyze victims, he'd do the same.

One at a time in rapid succession, he'd shoot one needle into the exposed flesh of the soldiers, primarily in the back of the necks. The toxin worked as an extremely potent sedative. It paralyzes the functions of the spinal chord, medulla oblongata, and central nervous system, causing a general sense of weakness in the muscles, a lowered heart rate, double vision, and delerium. It works fastest when applied to an area close to the poison's targetted areas, and is wuickly transported through bodily fluids, usually blood or the juices in the spinal column. Because it was such a powerful and quick acting toxin however, if antidotes which were not quickly administered to the victim, they may die of asphixiation due to the shutdown of their system.

And, as he would be firing at the soldiers, his left hand would once again draw the glass weapon, and when he finished pumping the guards up with toxins, he'd head off towards the elevator again, leaving the guards to suffocate while stuck in the web.

((Actually, you had eight people left after the web spell was cast. So if eight people remained, thats wrong.))

As stated in the previous post, the guards had their weapons trapped pointed in the wrong direction. With simple deductive skills, this meant that their torsos and arms were of course, stuck, as opposed to their legs. Besides, what would be the point of just stopping someone's legs when stopping their entire body was much more effective. They could try to kick and step around, but it would matter much when their upper bodies did not move and they were held in place. Also, because of this, the guards which supposedly would drop, of course, wouldn't.

Anyways, being in an alley and all that, Decruda would simply turn the corner as he went. If the guards did manage to struggle their way to turn about in the web, while not getting poked by the needles in their collars in the process, they'd end up firing into the empty dark alley.

And so, a block down after weaving through the continual alleys, Decruda would pop back out into the street. He'd take a moment to find the direction of the elevator, and head towards that.

Briggs took on a hardened, yet sympathetic look to his face. He knew that some of his men were down there too, and for all he knew they could come under attack as well, but he couldn't afford to run about being hero and risk endangering the lives of others.

I'm sorry, but I can't do that. As much as it pains me to say it, those men are locked down there. If we make use of the elevators, whatever they are fighting might come up with them. There are many more patrol groups all over the Underground, and they can handle it themselves. More of our troops are down in the Underground than anywhere else. And I believe whole heartedly that they can get the job done.

He was silent for a while longer before he spoke up again.

R.I.O.T. eh? So you're also from Raven Industries.

He'd seen the ensignia on her I.D., and it would most likeley carry the symbol of R.I. on it as well.

"I understand completely, my services remain available if needed," she said.

She sighed worriedly, what in the world was going on here, why was Lament so important, was it because of the passes through the mountains and into the Nothernlands?



"Yes, like I said before, I'm here to get to find out who originaly attacked the city. Honestly, I think the first attack on the city was orchestrated by Ymiristan. I'm not sure about what is going on now, it doesn't seem like Yaits tactics. He likes to hit the unsuspecting, if he failed the first time he'd either throw every resource he had at Lament, or back off until you let your gaurd down. Of course, they are saying he's dead. Couldn't happen to a better man."

She waited a bit, wondering where they were going.

"I investigated the battleground, there wasn't anything left to investigate besides some cursed ground. I had an interesting run in with a harpy like woman before the lockdown, thought she might be a spy and tried to bring her in for questioning, but she used an orb to get away. She left behind some personal items though."

"Well Colonel," she said, smiling back, "If you knew me, you'd realize I'm a little more independent than that. You've made it pretty clear that I've been a pain in the a**, so I'll be on my way and let you get back to work. I'm certainly capable of finding something to eat on my own."

She turned and started off in the opposite direction, toward a small restaurant that looked to be open.

"Don't worry, Colonel, I'll be on my way as soon as the lockdown is over, and I'll stay out of the way in the meantime. best of luck."

... or so said the flyers that seemed to spread like early snow through the city. In a small commonplace of the Outer City of Lament, was indeed a Heaven or Hell booth. Nothing all that fancy, to tell the truth. Three little girls that couldn't be older than 7 were tending a table under a tent, complete with a large banner. The girls all looked like identical twins, short blue hair, large blue eyes, pale skin and dresses of blue and silver decorated by numerous ribbons and frills. On the table was a pile of registration forms and a pencil, but the coupons were hidden from view.






(( OOC addendum: do not send me any trades. PM me the whole team's forms at once, with the team's name as the PM's subject. Take note that this is all In-Character only, and that I do not have the authority to reduce the entry price to the Heaven or Hell tournament.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PRE-REGISTER TO THIS BOOTH TO JOIN THE TOURNAMENT. ))

The little squirrel is flown across the room, hitting against an adjacent wall. But instead of falling, the squirrel rebounds off of the wall and attaches to the face of whoever just kicked it

((...you had Darshendros's permission before you mutilated his character without a chance to react, right Chris? ...Right?!))

The stranger continues to sit patiently before the gate, but as he waits, he opens his bundle. Grasping the bottom, he upends it onto the ground. Several pieces of white armor tumble out, making clacking noises as they hit one another. He pulls on all the pieces as he stands, beginning with the chest and breastplate, next fastening the greaves, then slapping the shoulderplates on, and finally strapping on the bracers. Now that his armor is on, the stranger's bearing and stature seem to be more noble, a representative of bygone days standing before men and women of the modern world. He then stands there, looking completely at ease with his surroundings and slightly grim, as though awaiting some great evil to spring out of nowhere...