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Walking along the sands, she marched her troops in to position. Few carried sprayers since she hated the things. They did horrid things to the plants in an area. Nodding, they marched their force into the town. "We come to clean out the rubbish!" she shouted with joy as plants grew with wild abandon to ensnare and strangle the closest person while her troops fanned out to slay the ones still moving freely.

((I'll introduce the town guards for your entertainment. Feel free to kill at will.))

Screams sounded erratically throughout Triwinds, and in the East of the town came the march of nature's wrath. The cries of the butchered did not fall on deaf ears. They were few, but they were sworn to protect their homes to insure that famine would not return to the Devil's Eye.

As they're mailed boots sounded against the cracking stones of the streets, they looked to one another. Ahead was a power none of them understood, and though they ran forward with weapons drawn fear made a neat in their hearts.

"Do not falter!" bellowed a man bearing a gunspear on which flew the flag of Triwind. "Kellos, Lena, Havar, Greitz and Thoss,come with me! We shall distract the foe from the people! The rest of you, protect the water channels! They must not reach the fields. Remember the faces of your fathers and honor your tribes!"

Six proud warriors charge forward to die, and fourteen more dedicate their lives to the defense of their people. This would be their final and finest hour.

The charging six met their ends with valor. Weapons raised high, their eyes were hard set as the leaves approached. They did not falter, and for that they died with honor. Thoss, Lena, and Havar had taken up the front, and were cut apart like so much blood soaked paper. As the flesh spun from their bones in that whirlwind of gore, Kellos and Greitz roared through their fear and continued onward. Kellos had time enough t draw his pistol and fire a single shot before his fingers were fileted from his hands. As he screamed through the pain, Greitz's trained hands removed the hatchets from his back and launched them at their green skinned assailant. Behind him, their Captain stood firm and leveled his gun-spear.

Greitz's hatchets fell to the ground as splinters and battered iron heads. Before the leaves set on him he had time to shout in defiance. "I do not fear death! I go now to meet my Alamei!" He did not scream as he was cut apart, but he passed on in agony.

All that remained of the charge was the Captain, and his time had come. Before he met his end, his weapon's aim was as true as it could be. The witch that sought to murder what he held dear was in his sights, and a second shot rang out as he pulled the trigger. He trusted his skill, but knew that powerful magic was afoot here... and then the remaining leaves found him. When their work was done, he was still standing... swaying. He was an image of fading strength as he fell to his knees, clutching his polearm to keep him upright.

"Witch..." His words were caught in gouts of blood. He let the butt of his gun-spear slide from the ground to his rest behind him, leveling his sights for a final shot. His thoughts went out to the life he had lived, and the lives that had to continue past this day. They gave him strength enough to pull the trigger. The force of the shot parted the weapon from his hands, and so he rested their, kneeling... grappling with death to bar the way to the others. There was fight in him, but not enough... he would be dead in moments.

The fourteen others had made some distance from the Plague General and their comrades, and their hearts raced as fast as their feet carried them to the outskirts of town. They shouted alarums to every innocent in their path. "Flee to the fields! We are under attack! Gather your children! Flee to the fields!" Many did, but those fourteen brave souls were not among them. Five more, two armed with bolt action rifles and three with pistols and small arms slowed. "We will hold them here. The rest of you, continue on. Save as many as you can!"

The others did not stop to look at those kin who stayed behind. Their prayers went to them, but they were determined to fulfill their duties. "We make a stand here. Use what cover you can. We will ambush them as they proceed further into the city." Not another word was spoken. They posted up out of sight, each breathing lightly with their guns drawn to fire at will. They had the element of surprise but once, and after that they would find gentle repose in the arms of eternal night.

The brave five who hid in wait did their best to keep calm and bide their time until the prime opportunity to strike, but it would not come. A thorny vine ripped out from the ground to grasp at one of the men in hiding, and he screamed in shock and pain as its brambles contracted and tore through his armor and flesh. His comrade beside him could hack at it with the knife in his possession, but found that attempting to touch the plant assured his death as well.

They had no time. If they expect to land any blows, it had to be now. "Fire!" Sounded one of the men, and the three remained leaned out from their cover and released a volley of bullets at any enemy they could see. Their desperation would go unrewarded except for a lucky strike or two, but the woman that proved to be the bane of them remained unscathed. Like those before them, they perished in pain but did not wail or beg for mercy. They fought to the bitter end to spare those nine guards remaining precious seconds to continue gaining distance.

They could feel the fire burning in their legs as the rest of Triwind's protectors sprinted away. Behind them were sounds of squealing, cracking wood and the roar of tumbling rocks. Triwinds town proper was being laid to waste that very moment, but their was still hope... they had to believe it, and as their race for survival and the preservation of their most precious resources continued they prayed for Divine Aid... but for them, their nightmares were already becoming a reality.

She turned her head at the blast after the shots fell from her stone skin. "Well, well. More men destined to die. How wonderful I can help it along." Grinning, she turned around to face Krayth who had just emerged from a cellar a couple blocks behind her. "You're a cute one. A shame, since the Lord doesn't want anymore Generals." Her vines grew again, moving to ensnare Krayth and cut him with their poisonous thorns.

Grasping Vines: Rank A/Thorns tipped with Rank A Unidentified Poison

((No problem. Give me a bit to get a quick write up for the troops done. And the poison is the Plague Poison shown before with Glacia in Kishu.))

She smiled when she felt the vines at least cut him and infect him. He'd be down soon enough. Til then, she'd get to toy with him. "Poor man. Sorry but the void holds nothing to me." She laughed as leaves shot for him, razor sharp to slice at him and slow him down.

Razor Darts: Rank E
Poison: takes 10 posts to kill someone and is considered Rank A. Only a priest using Cure (any kind) can outright remove the poison. Anything else just gives you 20 posts before dying. After 3 posts, the "infected" person experiences minor vision impairment. 5 posts brings a burning sensation throughout the muscle structure of the body. 7 posts causes limited mobility, increasing at post 8 and 9 (-1/-1, -2/-2, -3/-3). 10 posts bring death. When on the 20 post timer, each effect starts at double the normal number.

((*dies laughing* And I think your condition isn't healthy anymore. Plus add your poison countdown))

She smiled, her skin and body becoming nothing but stone. He wouldn't be able to do a thing to her like this. And she could still attack him.

Rock Form 1/5