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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:52 pm
And so the bombs would land by the unit of drow, the soldiers busy defending the casters, and the casters busy casting their spells to do anything about it. And then it would blow up. And they would be dead. Or something along those lines if the bomb went off before the casters finished casting, because even if they didnt get killed by the explosion, they'd get run down like deer on a highway right afterwards.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 5:10 pm
The Knight turned about, listening to the sounds of battle and tapping his spear against the cobblestones.
"... I don't know what to do."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 5:21 pm
exclaim STILL ELSEWHERE "NO, you mindless drones! The TOP! The TOP of the pile!" The blunt end of a haft cracked against the side of an unliving creature's head; knocking it to the cobblestones as a body rolled down the pile of corpses atop it. Gavin smacked the construct once more for good measure, and then shoved the corpse off of it with his foot. "Get up, you lazy abomination," the necromancer spat, "and the rest of you! Pile them higher!" Half a dozen creatures just like the first converged, piling corpses from the streets atop each other in the center of an intersection into a pile... or a pyre.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 5:58 pm
Rain tossed a fragmentation bomb out of the window as per ordered by Joseph Brown without hesitation. Would you really hesitate after someone handed you a bomb? I wouldn't.
As the path ahead was cleared through the smoke and debris, Rain would shout out from the window "HOLD TIGHT!" Whatever spells did manage to get off, he would swerve a couple seconds later to avoid. Unless the Drow intentionally dove in the way of the MAC truck, not many would be crushed beneath its weight, if any.
The last orders Rain had were to keep driving. And he was here to rescue survivors, not to fight a giant bone abomination and drow skirmishers. There were too many and they weren't in a position to fight. So, once he would skirt by the suddenly-wartorn square-turned-battlefield, he would drive the truck to continue on westward. He kept a close eye on his left mirror to see how ambitious the Cyclopean nightmare was on persuing them. They would have to drive mere feet around it to avoid smashing into it and having it collapse all over his passengers up top.
If there were any survivors left in Barton, they weren't here. If given the chance to escape, they would press on, no matter how gung-ho people would voice themselves to be. He wanted to save lives, and he wasn't willing to risk throwing any lives away to accomplish that task.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 6:47 pm
The bombs blew away huge chunks of the boneyard, slowing it down, but not stopping it. Eventually, it would lose interest in them and turn its hunger on the remaining drow - if there were any - who didn't move as fast as the truck and presented much easier targets. If there were none, the boneyard would roam around the town square and devours any bones laying around, either from its own form or from corpses and body parts.
3/7
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 11:04 pm
"...Drae..."
He spoke in a low growl-like voice. He was impatient.
Menos wanted to invade Barton further, to rip apart those who would oppose them. To see the blood flow like rivers of life down the streets. It filled him with a thrill...a rush.
Uneasily, Menos shifted his body, turning not just his head, but his entire body to glance about the room. He spoke again.
"...Drae..."
Pause.
"How long do we have to wait...."
There was irritation in his growling voice.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 7:49 pm
From the east there came a low rumbling, quiet at first, like a distant roll of thunder but slowly it grew and eventually added to it was the distinct sound of squaking. A cloud of dust rising on the horizon as the dull roar grew louder and slowly out of the dust they were kicking up, like ghouls emerging from stale mist the Cockatrice appeared. Two hundred and fifty of them.  They were truthfully not all that large, maybe four feet tall tops but any who knew of them had every right to be a little concerned. These gruesome beasts had the power to turn flesh to stone at a touch and they were headed straight for barton. This was not of coarse a completely random appearance, someone was driving them and could be seen bringing up the rear having used a mass suggestion spell to tell all these creatures to go to barton because they LOATHED zombies and had an intense need to destroy them all, they were also under the suggestion of coarse that all living persons were not to be bothered with. The culprit of this little piece of magic was Deo, following the herd from a respectable distance both behind and above the giant aerial serpent was looking rather sluggish and flapped clumsily, relying mostly on updrafts to keep him aloft. He was exhausted and it showed on every bit of him from his greasy feathers to the dull sheen of his scales he appeared to have had a rough time but was determind to see the result of his efforts, hopefully it would do some good as he really did loath undead types. Deo silently held his breath as they entered the city, knowing he had probably doomed a good portion of them to death in battle, there were no doubt other dangers than rots waiting for them and the Cockatrice were not large, standing at most 4 feet tall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 8:27 pm
He felt the bottom and it was just and black and empty as he himself had become over the years. The cut was completed, and his bloody eyes shut as the tension across his back, arms and legs finally faded. Like steam escaping a waft of black lifted from Maximos faded away, the last of his strength fading away with it. His form stood entirely hung entirely still, as if powering itself on solely the memory of what strength was, and should be. But that feeling was so far away now, he had been drained so very far...his dead locked grip slowly opened, rigid metallic talons strained to open, and release the metal weight which tied his body down...his sword. A smile gently drifted across his lips, just as he was about to fall back. AtaraRaven " Heal..."  " Strength!"  Light...strength...it filled his body coursing through his veins light a brilliant light. Filling him, infesting him every inch of him forcing and infusion of light and power into his form. His eyes shot open, light pouring out of his right and left, his mouth opened to take in a gasp of air, only to find light bursting forth from within him. His body had been home to a myriad of cuts and bruises, out of each cut poured a fresh glow as if someone had turned on a flood light inside Maximos' form and it was leaking out of every wound and opening. Until slowly the light began to die as the wounds began to close and heal shutting out the lights escape. There was an audible crunch the metal talons of his right hand graced around the hilt of his sword and he finally stood. His smile widened, his form rejuvenated. His feet straightened themselves, his left arm tightly gripped the edge of the trailers roof. He quickly inverted his sword jabbing it into the metal which made up the truck's cargo hold, as the truck swerved. And finally, once clear of danger he stood, fully restored. His legs straightening, and his right arm pulling free his blade and holding it out at his side, and let out a sigh of relief. He would have to remember to thank Grace once they had a free moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 8:38 pm
exclaim CONTINUING TO BE ELSEWHERE Cans of gasoline pumped by a nearby fill station were poured upon the corpses, and the spark of a single match turned the entire thing into a bonfire as tall as the buildings around it. "...mnn... marshmallows," Gavin muttered to himself as the unliving creatures around him took shambling steps away from the fire.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 9:07 pm
"Your Eminence, a report from the Vengeance," stated a deadite to the high priest, "It seems there is a flock of cockatrice heading for the gates. Something is herding them this way."
Alex raised a brow, finding the news a little... weird. "How many?"
"They've counted two-hundred and fifty, milord."
That's a hell of a compulsion, he thought to himself, as his logic and knowledge of magic concluded that something had to be controlling them, unless there's more than one controlling them.
"I will inform the General," he said. "Tell the captain to remain on standby."
* * *
"Bollucks. If not for this damned dimension lock, I could send my apprentice to blast away the lot of them before they decimate all the zombies we've gained," the lich complained after receiving the report from the high priest.
"I was not informed of that part of the plan either, but everything has still gone accordingly," Alex replied.
"Feh! Regardless, I will send my apprentice to deal with it."
Moments later...
The necromancer was riding his shadesteel golem piggyback, gliding through the trash strewn streets in the direction that the army of cockatrices were arriving from, grumbling to himself.
"Wait until I become more powerful, then I'll become a lich and order him around. No more herding zombies, or riding golems through town to deal with a bunch of roosters..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 12:48 am
Deo saw what was going on even from his high altitude and with a hiss that most would identify as a sigh his seemingly clumsy tired wings snapped to attention folding up tightly close to the boddy he spiralled into an extremely graceful dive straight down towards his little army and with one enormous beat moments before hitting the ground he managed to effectively scatter the monstrous birds in all directions, anyone who was looking to take them all out in a single hit would have a hard time of it now. Next he turned his attention on the golem with what he assumed to be some sort of magic weilding humanoid riding it, speeding towards it like an arrow head on, his mouth beginning to smoulder and then only moments later he spat poison at the oncoming threat to his flock before pulling up to spiral back into the air.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:04 am
Master, you failed to mention that the roosters were being herded by a... big flying thing! ((Not really sure what Deo is.))
The necromancer jumped from the golem's back as the beast swept down upon them, diving behind a petrified zombie to take cover. The spewed poison rolled off the shadesteel's body, unaffecting it. It swiped a claw, but missed as Deo swept back up into the air.
"Forget the beast. Kill the roosters!" the necromancer ordered, turning his sights on the flying creature and pulling a thin wooden wand from his belt. Pointing it up, he spoke the command word and shot a glob of sticky green goo at Deo, which would explode upon contact to cover him in an extremely sticky, slimy adhesive, which would no doubt make it very difficult to fly.
Meanwhile, the golem did as ordered, gliding toward the nearest cockatrice to tear it apart, and unleashing a burst of black negative energy to severely weaken the rest around it, if not outright kill them instantly.Quote: Negative Pulse Wave
The shadesteel golem can radiate a burst of inky black negative energy as a free action every 1d4+1 rounds. The pulse wave drains life from all living creatures within 40 feet of the golem, dealing 12d6 points of negative energy damage. A DC 19 Fortitude save halves the damage; the save DC is Constitution-based. Undead creatures within the area are healed 12d6 points of damage instead, and any turning effect they are under is broken. A death ward spell or similar effect protects a creature from a shadesteel golem's negative pulse wave.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 10:39 am
Good thing the monster birds AcaciaDamia were also under the suggestion of coarse that all living persons were not to be bothered with. Because then the drow would be left alone. Those inside the large buildings in groups numbering between fifteen to twenty, guarding the prisoners with hand crossbows and swords drawn, would simply look out the windows or glass doors, for those holed up in the mall, and watch the birds run rampant for a while before they went back to looking out for trouble. Their job was watching the prisoners, and attempt to save them resulted in immediate action. Which was also good, because then with the birds not bothering them, none of the civilians were going to be harmed. Meanwhile, the main offensive force of the drow army, that which had split in two and that half was headed west to sweep out resistance, would be met with the truck, as it cleared the town square and the other twenty which were going east were eliminated. So when the truck was speeding down the street, and those who were marching on foot heard it, they'd whip around, take a second to see what it was, and then scramble to the buildings on the side of the street. Of course, while and after the soldiers were firing crossbow bolts at the vehicle and passengers.
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AcaciaDamia rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 19
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 6:31 pm
[edited] Deo, would probably not be alive today without fast reaction time, he turned and spat at the green balls before they hit him but could not manage to keep all of the green goo off himself although thankfully none managed to get on his wings he now felt absolutely disgusting and his aerodynamic form was compromised, the blast from the golem would kill up to 40 beasts from his flock that were still in the area. He hissed a curse under his breath, exhastion was winning over him slowly as he managed to move away from the golem he didn't have the stamina to stay and fight for very long but at the least he would try and deal with this man and his bohemonth of a golem.
Curling around he spotted the necromancer with his wand aimed at Deo, he hissed angrily and began spitting rapidly at the necromancer and this wasn't just any old poison, it was toxic to the touch and it didn't take very much to kill a man. But he was clumsy again and his aim could at best hit around the necromancer, all he could really hope for at this point was some splashback hitting the necromancer. He would have to get on the ground if he wanted a clean shot.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 6:54 pm
Quote: Curling around he spotted the necromancer with his wand aimed at Deo...
The first glob, however much of it landed on the beast (though poisonous spit really wouldn't do much to it, unless it was acidic too), expanded around Deo's form to envelop and immobilize him. The second glob was to keep him from spitting continuously and clamp his mouth shut. Still, the necromancer would have some of that venomous spit splatter on his robes, as Deo's stated aim was rather clumsy.
The golem moved on to the next group of cockatrices after felling the first group it came upon. It would be a few rounds before it could use its pulse wave again, so it would have to kill them one or two at a time, but it's not like the roosters posed much of a threat to it. Maybe if they weren't under compulsion to attack anything unliving, they would have sense enough to flee.
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