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strangetrip2018-08-25 08:08 pm
st_aff) wrote in strangetrip2018-08-25 08:08 pm
Entry tags:
- # inn-world: dread reign,
- alec mcdowell,
- annie may parker,
- bo dennis,
- carlos ramirez,
- clarice fong,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- geralt of rivia,
- illyana rasputin,
- jag,
- james hathaway,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- liz parker,
- loki,
- makoto kimura,
- mary winchester,
- molly carpenter,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- piotr rasputin,
- regina mills,
- rocket,
- sam winchester,
- scanlan shorthalt,
- thor odinson,
- vax'ildan,
- xavin,
- zahra hydris
Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign
At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.
The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.
It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.
Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.
It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.
And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...
The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.
It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.
Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.
It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.
And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...
Re: Minions - OTA, tag Peter
"I'm not going to get taken," he tells her. "I promise. Pinky promise, even."
Peter extends a pinky.
Re: Minions - OTA, tag Peter
Annie stood there tense to the point of almost shaking. When Peter extended his pinky, she looked at it. There were hints of tears escaping from the rims of her goggle as she wrapped her pinky with his.
"If you get hurt, I'll never forgive you." She choked out. I'll never forgive me.
Annie turned and ran toward the temple like he wanted. She weaved through some of the skeletons. In an act of final defiance, she extended both her wrists to a skeleton as she ran. It wasn't perfect, but the webbing pinned a skeleton to the nearby wall all the same.
Re: Minions - OTA, tag Peter
And as he does, he finds himself belted by the force of the wings of some sort of...
Peter squints.
...undead dragon?
And races right for it.