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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:23 pm
Rina started to cry, falling down wrapping her arms around her knees and letting loose the torrent of emotion that the strong little thing held inside. In her place a strong, unshakable voice came forth from the armor.
Barton is lost. Those of us that remain stay underground, the rest serve the undead hordes. We cannot safely reach the Flower Shoppe.
He said, kneeling down behind Rina and whispering something in her ear. She slowly, ever so slowly rose, and he turned back over his shoulder.
If you get the rose itself, where do you suppose we put it? The land is dead. With the feed and the tools Ms. Rina could prepare a home while you searched for the flower....
There was an underlying hint of frustration Leon's voice. Did he really have to explain that? Didnt anyone know? Barton was in ruins anyone could see that, it practically had the title Land of the Dead, over its head. Time was wasting, he would have gone himself if he wasnt the sole protector of the survivors. If this man couldnt figure that...He started to turn back to Rina giving one more warning.
If you are seen in there...innocents will die....
He very slowly lead the Rina back toward the gate.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 10:37 pm
"I'm not done yet."
Donner's voice also held frustration. What did they expect from him? He wasn't all-knowing, all powerful. He'd been off-world for several months, away with his family for even longer. He had no idea what had happened to Barton, and he wasn't going to go stalking in there half-cocked. That was a good way to get yourself killed.
And, presumably, others too, according to the couple's warnings.
He gave them so slack. Obviously they were both under a lot of stress. His heart yanked for the little girl's plight, but the man was obviously some type of soldier. He should know better then to leave Donner with only a few cryptic words.
"Tell me what happened here. Leave nothing out." He said, his voice grim. "If I'm going to be going into a town full of undead, I need to be informed."
He looked down to the girl. "I'm sorry, but if you cant bear to hear it again, then block your ears, because i need this information to stay alive."
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 11:19 pm
It was broadcast on thousands of news stations. There wasnt a rock on Gaia that hadnt heard about what happened here. How could Tomorrow not know? And if he did not know...well what could really be expected from someone like that?
Leon paused letting Rina gather a few steps ahead of him. There was a solid and deep look of concentration on his face. Then he responded.
We were assaulted, blindsided by an innumerable horde of undead and dark elves. We hadnt a chance, hundreds died, hundreds more became slaves. We cannot go above ground within the city walls lest we raise their aire and many more are executed. Thats all I know.
Maybe Tomorrow needed to pick up a newspaper for the rest of the details. There really was no way for one man to know the whole story. And turned away, back to Rina reaching down to pat her head.
Perhaps next time we speak of this it will be to appreciate its end.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 11:59 pm
Donner watched them go, letting out a short breath, looking from them to the town and then back again.
If the situation was so dire, why hadn't anybody done anything? Donner had faith in the people of Gaia and it's heroes - he could not believe that they had simply ignored this. It made his blood boil, and he clenched his fist to keep his calm.
This situation did not demand for rashness. There was planning to do.
He sat down in the tall grass, looking at the town, pondering it, as if it was a puzzle box that needed to be opened.
Undead were simple. A necromancer was using them, possibly one, probably more - it was the only way to explain the coordination. Easy to kill, not very bright, strength in numbers and thats about it. Dark elves were different - smart, powerful, charged with black magic. If he was to come to real resistance within the town, those were the ones who would put up the greatest challenge. They were most likely also the ones who would punish townsfolk if he was spotted.
Seperate, they were simple. Together, they posed a troubling challenge.
He grimaced. A few months ago he'd been dabbling in light magic, and had figured out a way to bend light around himself. His father had scolded him of the powers he'd learned, and stripped him of them. Without them this would be exceedingly difficult.
He was a big man, not used to stealth. Those days were long behind him. His first thought was to call for reinforcements, perhaps someone who was lighter on their feet - but he dismissed the thought with another grimace. If they were captured, or seen, then people would die, and he didn't want that guilt to be spread over several people.
No, he needed to do this alone. So he sat, listening to the wind gently blowing, listening for any sounds coming from the town, looking to see if he could see any movement, any action that could tell him more about the situation.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 11:59 am
The Land of the Dead was now the name given to the once lively Barton Tower. One could remember the various busybodies that lurked this place, the streets always filled with cars and the sidewalks with people hurrying somewhere. A place of trade, business, and exceptional entertainment.
But now look at it. It was a dump, filled with the vile stench of death wherever you went. And here was a seventeen year old teenager standing on the outskirts, looking down at the city that was settled just a bit further ahead. He was currently in his dark blue school uniform, which was more of his trademark attire now than just some associated formal dress. His cold grey eyes looked with an emotionless sight to them, not really saying anything at all. His right hand was settled on his waist, while his left held a briefcase in his hand, locked by a four-number combination lock.
Vex Glaston was here for business, the task of cleansing this place of the foul beasts that now lie in it, a mission given to him by the CvC, the secret organization he worked for that had the purpose of ridding the world of such evils as vampires and undead. They figured he would be the best person for the job, so he took a plane from his home in San Faria to come here and carry out his duty. And he had to say, he was going to have quite some fun doing what he came here to do.
To kill.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 12:54 am
"Here, boy."
A deep voice called to Vex, urgent and abrupt.
The boy would look down to see a large man suddenly emerge from the tall grass skirting the outside of the city. He simply appeared, as if he'd come from the earth itself.
"What are you doing here, son?" Donner called, beginning to walk towards him. "Barton isn't a place for holidaying anymore..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 8:05 am
His eyes widen as he is taken by surprise of a voice from nowhere until it matches the appearance of a man rising out of the ground like a zombie uprooting itself from the grave. It instantly causes Vex to leap back by a few feet to place some distance between them, keeping a firm grip on that briefcase of his, however. His right hand was already going into his pocket, grasping onto a certain item.
But he managed to see that this man was not one of the monsters roaming the city, so would relax himself and simply stand there with a casual air, seeming to shrug off what just happened a second ago.
"Hmph. Of course it is. I'm just here celebrating the season. It isn't everyday that you get an army of undead all to yourself. And with some dark elves thrown into the mix, it should prove quite fun. Besides, I could ask you the same question."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 6:15 pm
Donner's fist was clenched as he approached the boy. As he drew closer the boy would begin to realize just how big he was.
"Do you think this is a game, son?" Donner growled at Vex. "There are people in there. Civilians. Attacking will put them in danger."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 8:09 pm
He was large, no doubt about that. For someone of his size, Vex should have been shivering in his pants. But not him. Just standing there with his hand in his pocket, he was showing arrogance and confidence as he continued to look at the man with his cold eyes, seeming to not be deterred by such a possible threat.
"My mission is to clean out those infesting the city," Vex would reply.
"If anyone else dies because of it, too bad. They're as good as dead anyway. I'm not here to be a hero. I'm here to finish the job and go home happy. After all, you must sacrifice lives to save lives. And I'm saving the lives of the future residents of this town once I clean it out."
He then says in a more conniving tone just to show how aggravated he was being confronted so bravely: "If you want to stop me, then go ahead and try."
His gray eyes stares Donner down, awaiting his response with an undefeated deadlock.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 8:58 pm
"I can stop you, son." Donner growled, walking right up to the boy to look down to him, facing him face-to-pectorals. "The best thing to do is to turn around and walk away, son. I've got a lot of work to do, and i don't want you making trouble..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:05 pm
It was about then that they would hear the rumbling. It was the sound of the giant city walls closing as Barton was sealed off. Why? Because Leon and Rina had made the excuse to their captors that they were going out for a routine "survivor check". And now they had returned and checked back in. There was no more reason to keep the city open. The doors would shut with a cacophonous bang, followed by several smaller clicks and a number of wooshes and pops and magical defenses were put into play. The time to "save" Barton was over. That event in Gaian history had passed. Anyone attempting to "save" the city would find it was already to late. And anyone foolish enough or "powerful" enough to "kill everything" wasnt welcome to begin with as they would like cause more collateral damage than actual effectiveness, as several of Gaia's heroes had proven months ago. On the same note, no answers were going to come from staring at an open door. Action was necessary, none was taken. Sadly, the vapid pissing contest between both men was now moot. -- Mission Failed --
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 1:26 am
((Um, Max, did you do that thinking that we were "arguing?" This is merely roleplaying our characters. It's likely was going to go somewhere despite Tommorow and Vex being completely different people. They could have somehow formed a mutual relationship and help one another out in an interesting campaign. Tomorrow needed to somehow stealth his way through the city, so look who comes in: Vex, who practically is built for what Tomorrow is not which is speed. neutral I'm very confused at this point. ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 2:01 am
((I know.
I am unable to continue running the mission at this time. You may resume later, or contact another moderator to run you through it. More Guild Quests are available in the Guild Quest thread under the "Welcome to" subsection.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 2:28 am
((Understandable. Just thought you were angry at my interference or something. ))
He was about to open his mouth to reply when the ground rumbled. Skipping to the side to get a better look at the city, he sees it suddenly close itself up, which causes Vex to quickly rush down to it. But by the time he got there, the thing had already closed itself up, causing him to kick against the wall and curse.
"Damn! They must have caught wind of us!"
He looks back at Donner. "Thanks a lot! Because of you, they were alerted. Now I'll have to wait to kill those bastards at a later date."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 1:20 pm
From the east a roar of a motorbike came. In the distance a man who wore no shirt and only a pair of black jeans and boots rode a motorbike. He was headed for the city of Barten Town, which was now a dead town sadly. Inside the shirtless man was to find the alter of Barton and pray for forgiveness for what he had done in the past. Since Barton was now infested with undead the shirtless man would have to slay everything in his way to get to the alter, if the alter still stood. If not his path of forgiveness would be pretty ********, for now.
He rode to the east gate and came to a skidding halt. Stopping at a sideways angle the man put the stand for the motor bike down before getting off. He walked to the east entrance and looked up at the closed door. Nobody would open the door for him as everybody was undead. Now that was a predicament. Maybe he would have to come back later with a way to open the door, that is if there was a way.
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