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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...
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Headshots seemed to work, so Rocket ratcheted the cannon down to three-round bursts and started laying them into foreheads. Including one off to the side that seemed to be aiming for Dickhead's shoulder. "I'm just fuckin' floored y'ain't followin' Spider-Kid around makin' sure he's not havin' any fun with this shit."
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Thankfully he could roll his eyes while fighting. "It's not about fun." You idiot was implied in the tone as he took down another undead. Alec was having fun - fun wasn't a bad this in and of itself, but then Alec was of the opinion his death wouldn't necessarily be a big deal. He didn't leave much of a mark on most people, unless you counted bloody noses and black eyes. "It's about being realistic."
He was suddenly lifted up and thrown into the air, though he was able to use that to his advantage and come down hard on a zombie. Still, it separated him from Rocket again, leaving them both at a tactical disadvantage.
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God, he hated this raccoon.
"You're charming, you know that?" His tone implied the exact opposite, of course. Alec ducked a bunch and then managed to catch a flying arrow in his hand, using it to stab a zombie in the head. Really, who the hell wanted this inn so bad they brought so many troops?
It was easy to keep track of Rocket while they fought, despite his stature. Alec's instincts as a soldier were so ingrained that even though he hadn't been in many fights since showing up to the Inn. As they fought, it looked like they were finally making a dent.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a skeleton that had somehow gotten higher ground. The arrow was already headed in Rocket's direction and he reached out to try to grab it, but it ended up piercing right through his hand. He swore as he began to pull it out. That was one way to stop an arrow.
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And hey, it looked like two was better than one even when the two hated each other. There was light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak: the dead crowd was definitely thinner. "An' hey, y'ain't so bad yourself. Professional shit at least."
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"What can I say?" He tossed the arrow aside. Even with a injured hand, he would be able to fight well. "Manticore really knows how to make 'em."
He swung his sword and took off two heads in one swing. It was about that time there was definitely some sort of flying dragon in the air. A flying dragon. Alec could do a lot of things, but aerial combat without a helicopter or jet or something was pretty much off the table.
"Can you do something about whatever the hell that is?" Because with the amount of undead left in the area, Alec could probably take them on himself.
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Even though it was Alec pointing it out, Rocket wanted nothing more in the universe than to fly up and punch (metaphorically, he intended to use his cannon) a GIANT FLYING BONE LIZARD. "Oh yeah."
Some programmed instinct held him back, though. You didn't just up and leave your combat buddies. Even if you hated them. "You cool?"
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"Yeah, yeah." He punched something in the face with the butt of his sword. "Don't worry, if I die, you'll be the first one I come back to haunt."