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 Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 1:21 pm
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 THE WILD HUNT: THE STILL POOLS The trees are thinning out ahead of you, to be replaced by tall reeds and bushes. What little dry land you can find is quickly becoming more and more waterlogged. You now are wading, depending on your height the water is lapping at your calves, your thighs, or even your waist. The water is thick with plantlife, and you feel small creatures pinching and nipping at your submerged body parts whenever you stand still. Your TPS lights up, flashing a simple message at you. [Troll Life Detected]. It seems you aren't alone in this submerged tangle.
GAME RULES AND INFORMATION
ROYALIST MAP
REBEL MAP If you are having trouble with viewing the map, please contact staff via pm or skype.
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If your team would like to pick a silly name, pm it to the mule and we will update this post.
ROYALIST VANGUARD
Vanguard Flank #35
EOSTRE DIAZZI███████████TAMIYA AIGUMA
purplerosesbeauty██████████████Sypon████
ADAMAZ KAROTH███████████CHIARA MOTEKU
Wizardy Herbert█████████████Micillia████
VS.
REBEL FRONTRUNNERS
Fleeing in Distress #2
MATEWA DRUMON███████████CERPIN SUGALL
that me hook██████████████Yamashii
TEVINI EURUFT███████████MIACHE GAHIJI
Doutei████████████████LordPocky
Please include either code, depending on your team, in each of your posts.
[align=center][b][color=red]REBEL FRONTRUNNER[/color][/b][/align]
[align=center][b][color=blue]ROYALIST VANGUARD[/color][/b][/align] |
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 1:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 7:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 7:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 8:25 pm
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ROYALIST VANGUARD
Tamiya’s escape from the tunnel was swift and reckless. She demanded immediately to be cared for and set loose on the rebels in the same breath, spitting fire and horrid rhymes with every wheeze she could muster. With the help of a medikit and fairly huge painkillers, she finally settled down.
Mid-transport, Tamiya could have dozed off as the drones dressed her wounds. In some places she had the appearance of ground meat; unfortunately, her three missing digits had been turned into fish food. Mumblings of prosthetics and reassuring words cooed to Tamiya as she phased in and out, but she shook them off with furious screaming and demanded that her hands be untouched and simply wrapped. They did just that. Tamiya had mobility in her remaining fingers to pick up and grab things, but every glancing touch sent searing pain through her palms as though she could still feel them there as clear as a starry night. She could not lose faith just yet. More importantly, those responsible must pay.
Leaving from drone care after having used up an entire medikit, Tamiya was buzzing with fury and medication. Her make-up was nearly gone, and there was no way she could apply a fresh coat without getting some kind of horrible infection (or so the drones told her). After a heated “conversation”, Tamiya opted to wear a mask. One of her few traveling masks – simple, effective, but classically Tamiya. It had the appearance of a grinning version of her father, with slits cut out where eyes should be. She tied up her hair simply and fastened her mask, then grabbed her weapon and charged out into the field.
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Tamiya was assigned two squadron-mates after a wiggler and her small and seemingly insignificant little friend had joined her. The young blueblood was the same troll who had inquired with Tamiya about her lifestyle – Chiara. She didn’t think much about it (her mind was on different things) but if anything, she knew she was at least forward, confident, and ruthless. A fair companion for this battle. Her friend could have been invisible. She only offered him a wary eye through her mask before carrying on.
A child who she had grouped with before stood before her… Older, now. She sniffed lightly. He was unimpressive and insubordinate. Tamiya wondered how long he would last in the swamp. And finally, the last member of their little blueblood-heavy crew: Eostre Diazzi.
Tamiya instantly recognized her. The enigmatic, proper blueblood was exactly how she remembered her, only less coy and more battle-hardened. She laid cold eyes on her and a flush grew. Without her make-up to protect her, Tamiya was glad she viewed her behind a mask. This was the troll who had stolen Odette away so easily, when Tamiya’s affections were pure and raw. What had she done for Odette, hmm? Nothing. Nothing, compared to what the purpleblood had given her. Tamiya offered her a curt introduction with her name and a statement of her purpose: “We shall destroy these ******** dissidents.”
She deemed it simple, but effective, and went to work. Her team had already put her in a less-than-mirthful mood. The ticking purple timebomb and her team set into the swamp.
Everything about it made Tamiya’s insides crawl. Her weighty hakama were the worst possible clothes to wear in ankle-to-knee deep water. Not to mention her sandles, which stuck to the mud and slopped in and out of puddles with a horrific squelch. Finally… The nibbling. If any of the trolls on Tamiya’s team had an issue with random shrieking, they may not have appreciated her approach to the swamp. She had been eaten once before in the previous day: each bite and brush next to her ankles made her stomp wildly and swing at the water. Tamiya eventually learned to never stop moving, and always keep crushing any organism possible underfoot. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 8:50 pm
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ROYALIST VANGUARD
Eostre's rage had subsided, but only enough to be hardened into a determination to complete the mission, in whatever way she felt suited her needs best. The rebels might be in for a surprise if she got a hold of them. She clenched her bare fists in her hood's pockets, pressing her nails into her palm. How she missed her gloves! Thankfully, her wounds had been fairly superficial, easily patched up and nothing to write home about. Volcano would be proud of his battle-ready kiddo.
She hadn't been all too thrilled with her assignment, since there was two kids involved. Hopefully not another babysitting adventure. But the other troll, the masked juggalo... She had recognized her from Bloodfest, even though she wore different clothes. Tamiya was her name, and she was there when she'd kissed Odette at the Sailor Scout booth. The highblood made Odette nervous, some secret reason Odette assured her wasn't very important at the time. Eostre had her suspicions and reservations about the highblood, but she knew how to pick her battles. She shrugged it off, ready to get on with their mission.
Her introduction had been courteous and gentle enough, given with a smile. An unstable highblood, a blueblood child, and an orangeblood child. Nothing she couldn't handle, and she wasn't afraid to get dirty if need be with her teammates. Wading in the swamp, she felt the mud seep into her shoes and soak her stockings. Plants ripped at the fragile fabric and little beasts nibbled at her skin. Eostre found herself glad her clothes were already ruined, so there was no way to make them any worse. Maybe she'd get something nice the next time she went shopping, and remember not to wear it when she went on a royal mission.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 1:12 am
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REBEL FRONTRUNNER
Miache groaned in pain, that hurt badly enough his prior injuries from Keionx reopened. She didn't hit lightly...hell, neither had Byakko. His suit was in a disgraceful state, ripped, tainted with his own blood, and now wet and muddy. He grabbed a spare towel from his lusus to dry himself and try to get rid of at least some of the mud as he surveyed his surroundings. A maze....where was he? How had he gotten so lost from the others? Ugh.....he needed to get out. He needed a fresh change of clothing and a shower. Such a mussed suit was simply unpresentable.
The TPS in his hand blinks angrily and grabs his attention. Life signns? Why was there life signs in the maze? He hurried to find his compainions only to screech to a halt. These weren't royalists! These were rebels! His face pulled a grimace at the thought. What could he do though? They were wrigglers.....he should bring them to the Empress....that was what he should do. Any loyal troll would do that. But what if they'd been Reemus? Or Milieu? What if the Empress tried to make Milieu talk only to find her mute? He knew.....he knew Keionx had been right, none of them were safe, not even three young, stupid wrigglers would get away from punishment, not this time. She wanted to wipe them out, she'd made that clear. What could he do?
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