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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:37 pm
******** dropped, but at least he was getting some rest now. Poor guy had been through a lot lately.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:40 pm
Well then, new prisoner secured.
The chimera grabbed the big man by the collar and began dragging. Well s**t, this was going to take a while.
[-> Northern Field]
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:56 pm
Throughout the city, the people of Frostschild were coming home. Men, women, and children, knocked out of reality by a magical punch no one saw coming, were being nudged back into existence by the very same force. Eating, sleeping, shopping, working, they had been going about their lives, and to them no time had passed at all. Still, something was not right.
They were changed.
Metal. Jagged. Screaming and shrieking with inhuman voices, they returned skeletons of their former selves, grim visages of decayed bodies animated through the fusion of magic and robotics. They would go about their daily lives, clumsy brutal mockeries of what they once were, but lacking in human comprehension or understanding.
That is, until they saw someone alive, someone unchanged, someone who was still human. They turned on these people, watched them. Approached slowly, cautiously, sizing up the strange being. They would clang their metal teeth together threateningly, stretch out their claw-like fingers, and then...
...they would attack.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:48 am
Caesar was pleased with himself. In the morning cool, he had managed to pick the airships remains clean with exceptional stealth and precision. Between the bits of airship strewn across the field and the cornstalks themselves, avoiding the fighting men and investigative persons had been relatively simple-- he'd just retreated from the wreck and laid in wait.
This didn't mean all that much-- not wanting to encumber himself, his harvest of the palace's previously removed loot was limited to gems plucked from material and sawed off hunks of precious metals-- and some of the good Captain's loose coinage.
This left Caesar in an awkward position: as snow began to build on his hat he was realizing that the 'morning cool' was more serious than he assumed; and he was finished looting. To follow his original objective all he needed to do was leave.
And his ride was busy burning to the ground in front of him.
At that point, Caesar saw the field around him turn gold. He turned, lifting a hand to shade his eye, and clenched his jaw. The palace dome was illuminated in what looked faintly like what happens when someone drops a match into an oil well. The roar of the blast hit him immediately after, and Caesar could swear he felt a heat wave.
Something BIG was going down. Caesar left his jaw clenched and started taking long strides away from the airship and towards the palace dome, evading the metal zombies with the flight. Other people may have other modes of transport, and he sure as hell was not waiting here.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:11 pm
Riding into the Central Field where that wreckage was, Chen could see many of the robots littered here, too. It seemed like the things were all over the place, but Chen felt he knew who was responsible for this all. He removes his PDA out of his coat's pocket, and looks at it again, bringing back up the email he last received with Sullivan's picture on it, showing it to the two passengers, along with the two grunts with them.
"This is the guy I want you guys to find. I believe he's the one behind all of this. It seemed during the incident at Carter City two years ago, a company by the name of Cat Cradle was involved in the city's destruction using some prototypes of combat machines, I can assume. This place is becoming no different. If we're going to stop all of this, we are to find him and sustain him. I'm not going to say that you should keep him alive, however."
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:17 pm
"Okay. Where to, then?" Deitric responded, squinting at the picture as he idly patted himself down to make sure he had everything on him.
"This is an entire city. Where's the mostl likely place to find him? I'd imagine it'd be the the place with the most zombies.. or with the least. Under the assumption this man is even ehre," Deitric mused aloud as he leaned back in his seat, idly counting off the possibilities on his fingers.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:23 pm
"Whether he's here or not is anyone's guess," Chen replies, putting the PDA away. "However, don't forget our general mission: though we have these robots here to deal with, we are to arrest any other people in this city. We will be both saving, yet apprehending them, got it? However, they are the ones responsible for these series of events, most likely. Disturbing this place's peace is going to cost them. There's some handcuffs in the back. I want you guys to store some and be ready to use them."
Chen then drives toward the Palace Dome.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:27 pm
Away they went, then.
arrow Palace Dome
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:18 am
Joseph gunned the APC threw the fields on his way to the water plant.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:51 pm
Bleu ran through to the field. He stopped needing to catch his breath. "Is that the ship they were talking about earlier. Damn what happened?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:01 pm
Out of the sewers bellow a Moldy cocoon, wilted slightly by the effects of the anti-filed emerged with a splash, birthing after fighting with the tunnel below for proper angle. It was Mozz broken and bloody, still very unconscious, still very close to death, still as broken as he had been hours before. Mother had saved him wrapping him in head to toe with protective mold until he resembled a giant brown-green cigar. It would be difficult to identify it as human, especially with the snowfall covering it ever so lightly as it repeatedly layered itself, protecting the man within.
The only real clues to Mozz whereabouts was that, this was currently the only Mold structure in all of Frostchild and the watch which was giving off minor distress signals.
(still KOed, just moving my body.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:08 pm
Bleu goes to check out the broken ship. He sift through it looking for survivors all bodies he finds he places them in a line side by side. all treasure found is placed into another pile he continues to dig in the wreckage. His sun stone still keeping him warm.
Sunstone-Creates a small orange globe in the spell users hand which will float and follow the spell caster or move according to his will. Keeps the area at an even 65-70 degrees F(18-21 degrees C) with a radius of 30 ft. (Obtained in gaia event Unity)
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:14 pm
The zombies of the area, sparse compared to other areas, began to congregate near the sewer entrances, one by one digging into the mud to reach the flooded tunnels below.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:19 pm
Bleu hides in the wreckage watching the zombies. "Thats not normal." There were no survivors in the wreckage. The center of all this is the god queens throne. Bleu grabbed a beautiful sword he found in the wreckage(one with an actual grip) put it through his belt and advanced east to the palace dome. His orb following him.
------> Palace dome
Sunstone-Creates a small orange globe in the spell users hand which will float and follow the spell caster or move according to his will. Keeps the area at an even 65-70 degrees F(18-21 degrees C) with a radius of 30 ft. (Obtained in gaia event Unity)
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