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Post by Draco on Feb 19, 2013 2:45:56 GMT -5
((Somewhere along the Ebi River))
What appears to be a large shadowy mass marches alongside the river. Their destination was the spot where the rivers connected. There was a town there, and they planned to make their stand there against the zombie army. It was also in traveling distance to other settlements in case they were needed at other locations.
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((Brassport - Ninja HQ))
Gil all ready had a screwdriver and wrench out and started to try and take apart the machine.
"What about Dunburrow? Zombies? What are you talking about?"
He kept his eyes on the machine, his excited tone never changing. Toshiro leans in and whispers the details to Gil... He continues to fuss with the machine for a few moments before he slows down and stops.
"Zombies?! As in the undead? The thing in stories?!"
Toshiro nods his head.
"Only a little while ago stories of magic and space people were all stories to you as well, if you remember."
Gil chuckles a little.
"Well, what are the plans?"
With that there's a knock on the door and another ninja pokes his head in. Toshiro walks over and listens to what he has to say, then sighs.
"It would appear that there is another guest to see us. Gil, when all this trouble is over... We may need to put some sort of sign at the front door. The people in the lower floors are starting to complain."
With that he steps out, leaving the two Brassport residents alone. Not noticing the machine booting up.
((downstairs))
Toshiro walks down the stairs and to the front door of the building.
"Mr. Camdon."
He bows slightly.
"What brings you here on this... Magical day."
((Back Upstairs))
Gil was about to return to the machine when he noticed a humming coming from it.
"Oh! What do we have here?"
He gets closer to it and begins to eye it.
"Oh she is defiantly a beaut! Listen to that hum!"
He looks directly into the lens.
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((North of Mage Manor, heading Northwest))
Draco had to get away from that manor. That darkness, he was able to escape it, but... He knew it didn't want him to. The voice in his head didn't want him to. But he knew he had to. So he had to make that excuse to run away from there...
He was sure the ninjas at the dojo must have heard the news by now. He didn't need to go there personally to tell them. What he did need to know was what they were planning. Were they going to stand their ground, or were they going to launch a attack of their own. He also hoped to find out the locations of the other generals...
So he kept running. There was a town north of his location, maybe some stationed ninjas could inform him.
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((Mage Manor - Outside))
Dragus jumped when the booming noise began. Without thinking he ran in it's direction. While he was running he cursed himself. How was he going to help the mages by running away? He sighs and runs to the barrier, where Brick and his army stood. He takes a deep breath and stares at Brick.
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Post by Jina on Feb 19, 2013 20:33:41 GMT -5
((Brassport))
"Mr. Camdon. What brings you here on this... Magical day."
"We need to have a little chat in private." Owen's stomach grumbled. "And over lunch, so you'd better invite me in. I'll have bacon and eggs, with extra bacon."
((Top of the Dunburrow Cliffs))
Phewph. Either I'm getting unfit or those cliffs are really tall. Jina sat at the top of the cliffs, trying to get a feel for her position to work out which way she needed to go. Then, she suddenly noticed the not-so-subtle signs that an eleven tonne beast had just been for a walk in the area. Ooh, follow the Blarf-foot road. That makes life easy.
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Post by Fraze on Feb 21, 2013 14:18:34 GMT -5
((Mage Manor))
The zombies who escaped the Librarian's attack regrouped around Alabaster. The mages who were capable of long-ranged spells continued their assault on the dome. As for the rest--
The generals received unspoken orders from their leader. Enough defense; they needed to go on the offensive. Hellas and Brick had no difficulty with these orders, of course. Zombies rushed at everyone trapped within the dome. Alabaster shuddered, and after a moment's pause, sent his own troops swarming around the Manor itself. They could not yet enter the building, but they climbed up its walls, peering in through the windows for anyone within arm's reach.
((Hunty has been badgering me to throw zombies at people, so yeah. Go nuts!))
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Post by Terra on Feb 21, 2013 15:38:28 GMT -5
Mage Manor
“There should be rooms with windows at the front of the Manor, right? We can look out the windows instead of walking into the middle of a battle."
“Certainly,” said Zephyr. “Very well, let’s take a look.”
He strode through the hallways, assuming that Bacon and Amneiger were following behind him, till he reached a window at the front of the Manor. He peered outside -
- only to be caught off guard by a zombie’s appearance in the window.
Zephyr staggered back quickly. For the moment, the window glass was separating him from the zombie, but he didn’t know how long that would hold.
He drew his sword. While he had the chance, he concentrated his magical power on setting this particular zombie on fire. Normally he preferred to freeze his opponents’ blood, but with the undead, there was a good chance that tactic wouldn’t work. So he decided to go for heat instead...
A flame sprung to life on the zombie’s head. Zephyr hoped this would be enough to stop it.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Feb 21, 2013 16:34:09 GMT -5
MAGE MANOR BATTLEFIELD
Krisseh immediately put her powers to work. almost every zombie that didn't escape the dome was attacked by her. Whether it was a jellification spell, or a dessmute, or even a katana hand slice, she had no gentleness left.
But she also had an ace up her sleeve. She would try to create dessert underdeeplings of her own. Of course, her master would be able to override her, but the more, the merrier.
"Born from the darkest depths of the refridgerator... RISE!"
with her underdeeped magic, she started to create Minions. They looked similar to a regular underdeeping... but they looked like they were made of various desserts that had gone bad.
With her small force, she hurried out of the dome, wanting to get a piece of the commanders, and some of their army, too.
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Post by Celestial on Feb 21, 2013 19:20:13 GMT -5
((Castle Kestrel))
Eradication. That was simple enough, especially for a mage who could control fire. She had wanted to burn those things off the face of the kingdom for a while now and now that it was officially sanctioned by one of the four hoursemen, Celestial was confident. However, that was not dealing with the problem: Jensen.
The next part sounded promising though. It did not hurt to ask in any case.
"What sort of ritual and sacrifice?" she asked Death, not bothering with being subtle anymore.
((Mage Manor))
The jelly mage arose, controlled by whatever underdeepling had posessed her. The librarian was satisfied for now. Better have her as an ally than to have to deal with her as an enemy later. Besides, any assistance it could get was a smart move.
However, it could not stand against Brick's powerful attacks, at least not spread out over such a wide area. A hole was punched in the dome and the zombies swarmed out. This strategy was not working. The dome fell apart and the pieces fell to the ground. The tendrils themselves retreated away from their attackers and reformed into a central writhing mass, the kind that would drive you mad if you stared at it for too long. The shards of the dome sprouted limbs and slowly ran towards it, slipping into the body of the underdeepling easily. It squashed itself into a much tigher, more defensive ball, the kind that not even Brick could break apart.
But it was not afraid. It fed on the fears of others. Besides, the zombies that it had 'eaten' could not reform. It felt them stirring inside it but they had been reduced to pieces that not even the magic that animated them could remake. It had made a decent enough dent in the army.
"Good, good. Three generals now. I'd hate it to be easy," the underdeepling said, still writhing and pulsating. It allowed Krisseh to do her own thing, although it still kept an eye on her. As the zombies swarmed over the Manor, the underdeep creature melted again. But this time, it spread itself out far more subtly. Every shadow that was cast by even the smallest blade of grass filled with underdeep. It crawled over Mage Manor, picking zombies off the walls and devouring them. As soon as a zombie touched its body, the underdeepling snapped its many jaws around them, crunching down on their bones.
But it needed more fear. The jaws also snapped at the feet of the allied mages who still lingered on the battlefield, enough to give them a shock but not hurt them. But the creature also poured into Alabaster's shadow, crawling up the folds of his clothing but not hurting him. Finally, it reached his ear.
"Alabaster, a few days ago this place was beautiful and peaceful. Look at it now. Is this what you really want?" it whispered to him, trying to sound pleading. "Conflict only ever spawns conflict. We are only protecting ourselves. Are you comfortable being an instrument of war and destruction?"
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Feb 22, 2013 13:03:39 GMT -5
Azalea heard commotion on the ground just before she felt something whiz past her. She turned around to see a chilling sight: a bony, skeletal arm reaching again toward her. Its aim was better this time: no doubt it would have closed on her, but she darted away. Her alarm made her slow, though, and she shivered as she felt the bony fingers close on her tiny leg.
Panic gripped her. She willed herself forward, flailed her wings uselessly in an attempt to get away. The skeleton did not seem to notice. It simply continued pulling her closer.
Azalea whimpered, more to release some of the fear in her than to attract any attention, and twisted wildly to release her foot. It finally occurred to her in her wild, cold desperation that she could bend forward and try to pry the fingers off her foot. She stopped flapping, bent forward, and the motion brought her heel slipping through her captor's fingers. Her captor did notice this, and in a last attempt to keep its grip it tightened its fingers around Azalea's foot. The pain suddenly outstripped her fear and she let out a yell, flapping again and managing to escape the skeleton's grasp, but she dared not look at her foot. Wild, terrified pictures came into her head, but in the back of her mind she was fairly sure she'd at least broken it. She tried to focus on putting up a shield, but at the moment her mind was too crowded and she had to settle for flying a little ways away from the wall and up, hoping she was out of reach at last and forcing herself to believe that she was. There she stayed, hearing the sounds of the fighting but not at all sure how to go about helping, and trying to keep out a seeping, sinking feeling that kept trying to work its way to the front of her mind.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Feb 22, 2013 15:17:47 GMT -5
Mage Manor
Krisseh continued her rampage, using her magic, regardless. She felt she had a near infinite supply, so why bother being conservative. Zombies left and right felt the full force of her magic, some of them exploding into various treats, other becoming statues of ice cream.
But something was trying to take over.
herself again.
"No! stop wasting my magic! I want my body back!"
"Foolish usul, your body belongs to the underdeep..."
"My body belongs to me, and me alone! begone!"
Somehow, she had managed to break loose of the underdeep. But, It couldn't have come at a worse time.
"Oh no... they're in the manor. Oh no, oh no, OH NO!!!"
Right then, A zombie jumped on her back, and struck her down.
From one hand, right into another, as so they say.
right away, the zombie bit into her delicious brains. It was probably very good, but as for krisseh, it was near unimaginable pain. Nobody could have expected this.
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Post by Huntress on Feb 22, 2013 16:50:35 GMT -5
Castle Kestrel library and nearby parts
"What sort of ritual and sacrifice?" the archmage asked. Death eyed her for a moment. Strictly speaking, those who had not performed the Rite were not eligible to ask anything.* On the other hand, while he didn't have any interest in local power games per se, he wasn't about to let this thieving valkyrie walk off on a technicality.
YOU NEED TO BRING AN ITEM THAT APPEALS TO THE HORSEMAN TO THE PLACE WHERE YOU CAN FIND HIM, he said. OR, WELL, HER IN ONE CASE. THINK OF IT AS A TRADEOFF. YOU GIVE US EACH SOMETHING, WE RETRIEVE OUR POWER FROM THE THIEF IN RETURN.
"You just can't do that out of sheer goodwill?" Hunty asked.
Death turned to look at her.
ADORABLE, he said.
The library door opened. Two zombies stood in the doorway.
There's a certain breed of underpaid, overworked men in this world, working dangerous and thankless jobs, that somehow gravitate to each other. It's a law of the universe. You see them everywhere you go, those two guys who double as work partners and best friends, who look out for each other and give useful information about life, or sometimes death as the case may have been, and occasionally have lengthy philosophical discussions of the nature that only really ignorant people manage to come up with.
Two perfect specimens of that phenomenon were looking at the moonlit and partly scythelit scene now. Then they saluted hesitantly.
"Sorry, ladies," rasped one of them, the taller and fatter one, although this could of course have been post-mortem bloatedness. "We was told to retrieve the horse."
"Ah," Hunty said brightly. "He's right here. Fed and everything. Good job. Sergeant material. Can you get him down the stairs?"
"Ain't a problem," said the shorter and skinnier zombie who looked like he'd really gotten the short end of the decomposition stick. He held up a pointy stick and a carrot. "We's equipped for all occasions."
"Good, makes this all the easier. Horse is over there." The captain pointed at the really large horse who was standing in the really small library with all the concealment of a brick to the face. "Carry on, we don't want to keep our overlady waiting."
"Cheers, miss," said the shorter zombie and led the horse off. A moment later, they were heard clunking down the spiral staircase with occasional cursing and impatient whinnies.
The library was very quiet.
"Sorry, we're still listening," Hunty told Death.
IT'S YOUR TASK TO FIGURE OUT WHERE THE FIRST HORSEMAN LIKES TO FREQUENT, Death said wearily. This made him long for all those vacation days he hadn't cashed in. HE'S FOND OF CRIES OF BATTLE, AND BLOOD, AND THE FIERCE DETERMINATION OF MEN AS THEY FALL FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN.
AND BEER, he added after a thought. HE LIKES BEER.
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"So, did that look like dabblings in weird occult things to you?" Clunk, clunk. Impatient whinny.
"You mean like... witches and stuff?" Clunk, clop. Hopeful snap at carrot.
"Well... Iunno. Aren't witches sposed to take their clothes off when they do occult things?"
"Well, it's drafty up there." Clop, clop, stumble, clop.
"What I's saying is, did that look like the sort of thing our boss lady would want to know?"
"You mean, the sort of thing we might get any sort of blame for?"
"Yep."
Clop, clop, clop, clop. Another hopeful snap at carrot.
"Possibly."
"And she's busy these days, innit?"
"She wanted the horse. She'll want to go out and join the battle."
"So there's no point in weighing her mind with little things, right? Enough to worry about as it is, I mean."
"Right."
"I like the way you think," said the bigger zombie. "You'll make a sergeant yet."
* A law set in place centuries ago, after a very enterprising wizard had attempted to set up the eeriest live game show/psychic consultation of all time. It didn't last long.
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Post by Fraze on Feb 22, 2013 17:31:31 GMT -5
((Mage Manor))Then it started raining elephants, which wasn't something you saw every day. Brick pushed Alabaster out of the falling beast's path, toppling the older man onto the grass. He charged his hands with magical energy, but could not lift them in time to defend himself. Both Brick and Hellas were knocked onto the ground, crushed under the creature's weight. Brick heaved against the creature and pushed. Several veins popped out from the side of his neck. He created just enough space for Hellas to escape. "Keep doing what you're doing," he growled at the younger conqueror. "I'll deal with this." After narrowly managing to avoid an elephantine fate, Alabaster found himself once more approached by the Librarian. Listening to the creature's speech, he swallowed, and paused before answering. "I see your game now," he responded. "I see what you are trying to do. You cannot con the con man. You and I both know that you don't really care for the inhabitants of this place." A message from Miss Jensen came to Alabaster, interpreted in his mind as a flash of insight with a return address. He took a brief moment to appreciate her skills with research. "It isn't some one you're trying to defend, is it? It's some thing. The Mage Manor library is the most exquisite compendium of knowledge for thousands of miles. I must have spent years of my life exploring its halls, and I would sooner cut off my own hand than see it come to harm. "Halt your attacks, convince the Mages to surrender, and we will cease fire. Your books will be safe. If you continue to fight us, I cannot predict what will happen to them. You might be able to stop some of the army, but you cannot destroy all of it. If some of them get to the books, what then? I can order them all to stay away from the library with a single thought, but only if you surrender. I am the only certain defense that your beloved books have. If you need proof that I will keep my word--" Alabaster shifted uncomfortably. The Underdeep creeping over his skin felt constricting, even though he could still move freely. "You already have it. If I fail to uphold my end of the agreement, if so much as a single page is torn, then you are fully able to rip me apart. Do you agree to my proposal?" At that moment, the Manor shuddered. A noise emanated from it; too deep and too hollow to be a voice, but too living to come from stone. The cry grew in volume until it covered the whole battlefield, and then faded once again. It had fallen. The zombies climbing on the walls that hadn't been destroyed, swarmed into the Manor through the windows. Many more poured in through all entrances. They spread out, cornering anyone they found. The candlezombie attempted to look up at the fire on its head. It didn't succeed, but several charred bits of flesh flaked off, and it nearly lost its grip on the windowsill. Knowing a good potential weapon when it saw one (but not having the brainpower to do much else), it jumped in through the window and charged headfirst at Zephyr, Bacon, and Amneiger, waving its fiery head at anything that looked flammable. After the dome broke, Hellas continued his volley of attacks at anything that looked like an enemy. But then, something pinged in the back of his mind. Still adjusting to his new senses, he realized that someone had died. And had been brought back under his control. The jelly mage. Hellas knew a risk when he saw one. They could be powerful tools. He had risen to glory by choosing all the right risks. This one was a particularly dangerous risk, but came with a large potential reward. He just needed to get control of it quickly. He dashed over to Krisseh, who was still oozing...whatever she was made of. But she was conscious. Reanimated. Hellas grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground. "I know your type," he said levelly, looking directly into her eyes. "You ventured too far into that dark realm, and came out changed. Broken, but strengthened. You are dangerous." He held the usul for half a second too long, before putting her feet back on the ground. He still didn't break eye contact "Obey me, and I will lead you to glory. But if you choose to defy me, I will destroy you." Hellas turned away, and surveyed the battlefield. "Undo whatever you did to our soldiers, if you can. And then join the fight against that creature." He pointed to the Librarian's new form. -------- ((Castle Kestrel))While the two zombie soldiers went searching for her horse, Miss Jensen walked outside to a grove of trees in the Castle gardens. She chose one, straight and tall and as wide across as a man's waist, and cut it down with a slice of her sword. She hacked off all the branches, cut off the top, and sharpened one end to a long point. She lifted the massive spear onto one shoulder, and carried it back to the castle entrance. An enormous...thing...was lying by the service entrance. Black, covered in fur and other things. The blarf looked up at her. Miss Jensen returned its gaze. The blarf put its head back down, and she continued walking. When she arrived back at the throne room, she saw the two soldiers bringing the horse. "Let him have the carrot," Miss Jensen told them. They left it, and went about their business. She picked up her clipboard, and led the horse outside. She hefted the spear with one arm, mounted the horse, and set off in the direction of the Manor, continuing to read from the clipboard and muttering to herself. Hopefully this issue with the mages could be dealt with without her, but it always helped to be prepared. -------- ((Spacefleet--Underfunded office in branch 5))A blurry face appeared, seemingly pressed up close against the lens of the probe. The person observing the probe was clearly talking, but no sound could be heard--the probe was meant for space, so sound was generally a non-issue. The office overseer grumbled. "See? Fawning over mysterious technology. It'll probably turn into a cargo cult." The cadet chose not to answer the comment directly. "It looks like Brassport," she answered instead. "I wonder if there's any way to transmit a message." "It's just a probe, not meant for communication," the boss responded. "Can't do much other than open and close the lens cover, can it?" "Well, that might work." The cadet typed several commands into her computer. Brassport was at the level of technological development where telegrams were still a thing. Telegrams meant Morse code, which could easily be replicated by opening and closing the probe's lens cap, with longer pauses to separate words. - .... .. ... / .. ... / ... .--. .- -.-. . ..-. .-.. . . - .-.-.- / .-- .... --- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- ..--..
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Post by Tiger on Feb 22, 2013 20:25:38 GMT -5
((Mage manor))
Tiger couldn't see a thing - she felt like she'd spent the last several pages of the roleplay running in circles, occasionally finding a zombie and chopping it to bits with her sword. She considered casting an owl to give her better light - but if Tiger could see where she was going, so could the zombies.
A horrific cry rose out of the blackness, and though Tiger's ears pulled back at the sound, she fought to reach it, hoping for a way out of the Librarian's shadows. The darkness thinned, then gave way completely - and Tiger found herself several feet west of the main battlefield, with a panoramic view of the manor, cracked and crumbling and swarmed by zombies.
She shouldn't have been surprised, but Tiger felt her stomach drop anyway. The tiny pack of mages had stood no chance against such a colossal army, but she hadn't really believed the generals and zombies would win...
"Tiger! Zombie army now, depression and purple prose later!"
Tiger turned from the manor, trying to find her comrades among the darkness and the rush of zombies. She couldn't find many of them. That was their biggest problem, too few mages, they couldn't...
...Was that an elephant on the battlefield?
"Size. Something big - I could make an elephant but that would last about five sec - well, if it could fly it'd be out of range - a dragon would be useful about now. Celestial. ...Or..." There were other enormous flying creatures to draw from - less mythical ones that would follow the rules of Tiger's magic. "Eagle. BIG eagle," Tiger thought, stepping back into the shadows and starting to mold the bird. The tingles of lack-of-magic spread back up to her elbows and she felt a tugging sensation in the veins on her hands.
A zombie snarl interrupted Tiger's concentration - she started to lurch around, but checked herself and bolted for the bird. "GO!" she shouted, although her head was screaming fly fly fly so frantically the eagle ought to have taken off without her. Something seized Tiger's cloak as the huge bird took off in a whirlwhind of dust; she craned her neck around to see a zombie clinging to her cloak.
"'A long cloak will make you look cool!' they said. 'Nobody messes with a guy or gal in a cape!' they said!" Tiger wasn't about to get eaten by a zombie for poor fashion choice. There wasn't room to use her sword or magic to cast another animal, but her fingers yanked at the knot holding the gold frying pan to her belt, and as the zombie pulled itself close enough to try and take a bite of Tiger's shoulder, she swung it into the zombie's head*. The skull caved in, and Tiger was able to kick the body off. Half of her cloak went with the body - good riddance.
Settling herself more securely on the eagle's back, Tiger leaned forward to get a better view of the battlefield. Someone with projectile spells would be most useful right now, but Tiger intended to land and let aboard any of the mages she could find in this hellhole.
((Hi, mages! If you'd like, just assume Tiger spots you, lands the giant eagle, and you get on. This can include people in the manor, as long as there's enough roof missing for Tiger to see them.))
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*Yes, I acted this out to make sure it would work. As best I can tell, it's physically possible ^^
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Post by Amneiger on Feb 22, 2013 20:45:18 GMT -5
((Mage Manor))
Amneiger followed Zephyr to a front room and had been trying to look around the burning zombie at the rest of the battlefield when he'd heard the roar. Something changed in the darkness outside.
Amneiger couldn't get a clear view of what was going on outside, but that had sounded very, very bad.
The window shattered inward as the burning zombie outside smashed a fist against it. The zombie climbed in and ran towards them as fast as its rotting, stiff legs could carry it.
Amneiger grabbed an end table that had been sitting in a corner with a decorative vase on top. He left the vase hit the ground and shatter as he brought the table up and swung it hard onto the top of the zombie's head.
"We need to get out of here! I can call a shuttle to get us if we can get outside. We're going to have to use the back door."
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 22, 2013 21:01:57 GMT -5
<<Castle Kestral>>
Gelquie continued to stand by the door, listening intently. So that whole time, Miss Jensen had been gathering items just for this. For her rule. She inwardly cursed herself for not seeing it earlier, for not feeling whether or not she was actually in an illusion. Still, if such a powerful thing could be conjured... What hope did she have in fighting them?
She also listened intently to the personification of Death, though she discovered quickly that this wasn't very hard to do. She didn't particularly like his voice, really; there was something to it that was just jarring. But she managed to ignore that as she began to listen to more of Death's instructions. She nodded to herself. She didn't like how this was going, and she had a bad feeling about this whole set-up. But it seemed like a solid plan in any case.
It was then that she heard the sound of footsteps coming up. Zombies. Cringing, Gelquie pressed herself to the wall, trying to make her illusioned appearance match as much of the wall as possible. As they passed, she tried not to breathe--or gag--as she hoped beyond hope that they didn't see or sense her.
She wasn't sure if the zombies didn't notice, didn't care, or didn't do anything she couldn't think of at the moment. She peered out slightly to see the horse, and word of it being given to Miss Jensen.
Gelquie cringed as they began to move towards the door again. She was lucky enough, but she doubted her luck with last with her squeezing past two zombies and a horse. So she creeped away, going as far away from the walls as she could. As soon as she was out of sight and slightly down the steps, she broke into a run, zooming down the steps as fast as she could. She could probably hide from them, but she had to find a place first. Unfortunately, a good way down the steps, she lost her footing and tripped a good ways before she managed to regain her balance. Fighting the urge to curse and check her wounds, she continued down until she reached the bottom, where she promptly ducked into an alcove. Then she waited for the zombies to pass.
Once they were gone, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief before she went to examine her bruises. It was then that she wondered why wanted the horse now. Who was it for? Was it for Miss Jensen? Was it for the army? Was it to speed up their conquest.
...Conquest...
She walked as quickly as she could down a hallway towards the portal, trying not to draw attention to herself. She honestly didn't want to be here, and the Manor was the safest place to go. Plus, maybe there she could give off a warning, and find out more about what Death said.
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<<Spacefleet Moon Base>>
Alaric had been working for hours in the engineering room, waiting for further orders and looking out for anything out of the ordinary. Despite the lack of sleep he had suffered, he found he was too worried about what was happening to want to close his eyes. He did, however, stop every once in a while to check one of the small side rooms for himself, occasionally coming out with a remote console while pressing some buttons.
Eventually, while he was working, he nodded to himself and walked over to the communications console and pressed a button, hailing Commander Fraze.
"Commander? This is Alaric," he said. "Request permission to take a defense shuttle to orbit the planet. I believe I will be more useful to the defense of Spacefleet and the planet in that position."
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Post by Zylaa on Feb 22, 2013 21:29:43 GMT -5
((Castle Kestrel Library))
IT'S YOUR TASK TO FIGURE OUT WHERE THE FIRST HORSEMAN LIKES TO FREQUENT, Death said wearily. HE'S FOND OF CRIES OF BATTLE, AND BLOOD, AND THE FIERCE DETERMINATION OF MEN AS THEY FALL FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN.
AND BEER, he added after a thought. HE LIKES BEER.
Zylaa quashed her first, predictable instinct to make some remark about preferring rum. Instead, she mused on that phrase "your task." Whose task? The captain, her... and the Archmage? Who had taken an approach to Miss Jensen about as far away from the pirates' "live and let live" strategy as was physically possible?
A thought struck her, or at least lightly tapped her. She coughed.
"Could you excuse us for a minute?" she asked Death and the Archmage, as cheery as she possibly could. She pulled Hunty over to the furthest corner of the library-- which, admittedly, was maybe ten feet away from Celestial and the anthropomorphic personification of the inevitability of life's demise, but ten feet was still something. Zylaa whispered the outlines of her newly formed plan.
"So Miss Jensen's primary directive to us, other than horse-tending, was to try and stop the other guilds from interfering with her plans. And here we are with the Archmage, plus the only way to defeat our newest overlord. Perfect time to get everyone to stop whacking at each other in futility.
"How about we propose a deal to the Archmage? She goes and calls off all her mages-- says she doesn't want to waste their lives or something. We get a feather in our cap from Miss Jensen for pacifying her biggest adversary. And then, as we sail away into the sunset, we have the keys to destroying her. Plus the Archmage does too. It could probably buy her and the mages time to figure out where to track down the other horsemen. Horsepeople."
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Post by Terra on Feb 22, 2013 22:46:15 GMT -5
Mage Manor
It quickly became clear to Zephyr that setting the zombie’s head on fire hadn’t been the best tactic. When the zombie came rushing toward them, Zephyr quickly stepped to the side to evade him. By the time he’d turned back around, ready to strike the zombie with his sword, Amneiger was already smashing the zombie with an end table.
Coward, said a voice in Zephyr’s head. Any real warrior would have stared that vile creature down and sliced its head off right there.
Zephyr scowled and tried to ignore the voice.
"We need to get out of here! I can call a shuttle to get us if we can get outside. We're going to have to use the back door."
“All right,” said Zephyr, surprised and grateful that Amneiger was considering him. If, indeed, he was. Zephyr wasn’t sure, to be honest, but he decided to act as if he was, because questioning it would only make it more likely that he wouldn’t get out alive, all in all.
Then he remembered those books he’d left in that hallway where he’d met Amneiger and Bacon. He mentally kicked himself.
“Is there any chance we can take a path to the back through the hallway where we met?” said Zephyr. “I, er, left some important books back there. If it would be an undue risk, of course it’s not necessary, but it would be rather nice to have them for combating...” He gestured vaguely out the window. “That.”
It probably would have been smarter to bring the books with him, but Zephyr put that thought out of his mind for the moment.
Zephyr remained on the watch for zombies coming in through the window - and it looked like there definitely were some heading their way. He gripped his sword, ready to fight any who attacked them.
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