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by Giovenith » Fri Oct 02, 2015 3:30 pm
by Mincaldenteans » Fri Oct 02, 2015 7:04 pm
by Monfrox » Sat Oct 03, 2015 2:30 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Northwest Slobovia » Sat Oct 03, 2015 6:50 pm
Mincaldenteans wrote:Anais gave a nod to the girl and turned back to Sandy, gripping her staff lightly, she took a deep breath, “I have offered her counsel, though it isn’t my strength. Whatever grips her, she must come to terms. I don’t know of any other that deals with such internal afflictions, but I hope she takes the offer. Such conflict will trouble her later if she doesn’t come to terms with it.”
Looking out to the crowd, the ritualist gave a tight nod, “We have more pressing matters at hand, let’s get to work.”
Mincaldenteans wrote:“I have done what I can for most… the worse will be stabilized but I do not recommend moving them them just yet. I have placed…” Anais stopped and let loose a small sigh through her lips, she struggled to find a better word for ‘weapon spells’ and found it, “enchantments, of a sort... They would be best left where they are while the spirits aid in their healing.
“And yourself?
Mincaldenteans wrote:“My name is hardly a secret, dear Amanda,” Mab lightly chastised with a shake of her slender finger for emphasis, the fae was too amused and in a good mood to take umbrage with Amanda, though the fae queen continued with a tilt of her head, “Seems to me everyone is familiar with everyone in our humble Building. At least by name or association.
“But no matter,” Mab continued with a nonchalant shrug. Her tri-colored storm grey eyes shimmered in the night as she smiled widely, catching Amanda’s last comment, “I act as I must.”
by Cerillium » Sat Oct 03, 2015 9:55 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Torsiedelle » Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:17 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:28 pm
by The BranRiech » Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:25 am
by Primordial Luxa » Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:06 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Northwest Slobovia » Sun Oct 04, 2015 4:26 pm
Cerillium wrote:"Malaise Abondante!" He tapped his foot impatiently as the clinic's nurse pushed her way through the crowd to present herself. "Good girl. Go downstairs. Kick open the laboratory door. Fetch the box marked 'carpule'. Thaddeus requires them. Tell Rodney to fuck off, if you encounter him. We needed him when this mess started."
Cerillium wrote:Ogoti returned his patient stare to Septimus once the daemonette vanished. He interlaced his fingers and rested his hands on the small paunch of his belly. "Do you know Godling Giovenith? She speaks with the Mayor of the nearby village. They need to coordinate with you. [...] Primordial over by the door has the technology you need to gain better understanding of this dimensions properties, also. You might consider approaching him later. Now I must speak with Professor Bela. Good day."
Cerillium wrote:"Amanda?" his head cocked. "Um, I need to get a hold of Bran and his helicopter. We have to use it to get the remaining Nifid back to the Building. Everyone looks really busy already. Maybe, if you don't mind a little dirt and whatever, you could ride along with me? Could use an extra spotter. But, um, if you're not up to it, that's cool. You're probably really tired. I know I am."
by Cerillium » Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:00 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Torsiedelle » Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:30 pm
by Chedastan » Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:38 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:51 pm
Chedastan wrote:On his way to his final destination, he had experienced complete and utter incomprehensible insanity that is all existence and reality. He screamed in terror, and narrowly avoided death from being stretched apart, all while seeing the unimaginable and being hurled and flung around all over the place. The madness finally came to an end when The General had reached his final destination of the PLverse. And naturally had the gravity turn back on for him after awhile. He then saw indoor light and a floor for a brief moment, then-A squadron of attack helicopter gunships flew over the main advancing Imperium line to deliver a deadly payload on the Prismite defense line of their last temple. The payload was in the form of indiscriminate rocket pod, and chaingun fire. Cutting down the admirable, yet doomed defenders at their last line of defense against the unstoppable might of Wilhelm Imperium. The Prismites were helpless to stop the advance, even their best Warlocks couldn't do anything, and they were now down to their sole Arch-Warlock. The Gods and The Void had truly forsaken them.
The blitz was now over the ridge of the hill, the clouds had cleared finally, and sun was rising with them. The main blitz consisted of the grandest units Wilhelm XXIX could give to his General, General Romulus Aphrodisiac. The tanks and armored carriers stopped on top of ridge, and fired downwards at the Prismite barricades and emplacements, toppling over their Prism Pylon defenses, and wiping out the remaining Prismite Guardians that held from the strafing run in beautifully devastating cannon fire. An imposingly tall man, clad in power armor that gleamed in the sunlight, had climbed on top of a tank. And brandished with him in one hand, the Magnum Langschwert Madeleine, a sword that shined very brightly in the sunrise, and emitted rainbows that went in multiple directions. In his other hand was a pole that held the Wilhelm Imperium's banner of Wilhelm XXIX, showing his sewn on face in all his glory, alongside Wilhelm I, whose face was godly. This was the famed General of the current Regime, General Romulus Aphrodisiac.
Showing the banner proudly towards the Prismite temple to spite them, and raising his sword up high for eyes to catch it. Romulus spoke from the microphone in his helmet, that was linked to all the loudspeakers in his army, just one last speech for this campaign, before most of his men can go home finally. He turned to face the men that were present with him on the ridge and below it, all of them ready for the end to this months long campaign, and the eager for the destruction of the Prismites.
"My men of Wilhelms! This is where our history will remember a whole lot of you! As today this where we smite the Prismite menace once and for all, for Wilhelm XXIX and down to Wilhelm I! This will all be one of your major accomplishments! Those of you that die here shall be honor in The Halls, and even welcomed to Maccabees! Now lets show them the might and perseverance of the Wilhelm Imperium! Now go and slay them! For Wilhelm XXIX and for Gods and Imperium!"
Romulus lowered his sword at the Prismites, shining the bright light at the foes, showing them that they cannot escape their finale. His men cheered proudly, being inspired by their General. They then began to charged over the ridge into the temple with their halberds, ready to rid their world of the Prism scum forever. The General joined them in the charge downhill, putting himself in the vanguard of the final assault. They quickly broke through the bombed remains of the Prism barricades, and slaughtered the Guardians that were too slow to get the temple's interior. They did put up a fight though, shooting prism shards nonstop at their invaders, and getting a good couple before they were quickly overwhelmed by them.
They then broke into some kind of courtyard in the temple, the interior. Which had a big set of stairs that led to the top of the temple, where the Arch-Warlock is residing. All the Prism Guardians and activated Prism Behemoths were waiting for them, intent to fight to the bitter end. Romulus did always admired those foes that continuously fought the Imperium regardless, despite the bleakness in doing so. There was indeed honor in fighting a worthy foe.
The General gave out a loud yell to charge at the Prism defenders, and as if on cue, a tank burst out of one of the courtyard's wall and shot and toppled over one of the Behemoths. The fight was decided already. His men swarmed the Prism holdout, stabbing and shooting them at point blank in the ensuing melee. The Magnum Langschwert Madeleine sliced through Guardian bodies, and Behemoth legs like a hot and burning knife through butter. And it was just the more insulting to the Prismites that the sword was partly forged out of their corpses. Once his soldiers were almost done with the melee, after toppling over the last Behemoth, and almost killing the last defenders, Romulus rushed up the stairs alone to reach his nemesis to the campaign, the Last Arch-Warlock.
Once he reached the top, he was ready for anything his counterpart had to throw at him. But he was surprise to find that the Last Arch-Warlock was just simply making coffee on top of the temple while his people were getting slaughtered, and now having his temple burn. The Arch-Warlock just look at him briefly, and went back to making it's coffee with the coffee maker on the table. Romulus couldn't see any sort of traps the Warlock might try to pull here, and in fact they were the only beings up there. How very odd for it.
Romulus approached the Arch-Warlock, ready to just cut it down right there and leave. It didn't react to him doing so, and actually the coffee maker dinged. It pour the coffee into a mug and drank it, enjoying the taste, then turned around to see that Romulus was ready to swing his sword at him. "Wait my counterpart! Don't you want to at least try some of this first? It's good!" It exclaimed, offering a mug to The General. Who quickly smacked it out its hand, and put his sword to its body, but not through it quite yet. Romulus was curious. Also he preferred tea.
"So you are the one that was in charge here? The Last Arch-Warlock?"
"Well you slain the others, so I guess I must be."
"So this is it then? Some weak Prismite that's too busy making coffee while it's people were slaughtered by me?"
"Well there wasn't much of a point to it now was there? You would had kill them regardless of my actions. I guided them for as long as I could, try and make them at peace in their final moments, I can die happy knowing that I did what I could do that did something... Now if it's a fight you wanted from me, I can't give you that I'm afraid. No, I have something better in stored for you!"
Before Romulus could kill it, the Last Arch-Warlock quickly used all the magic it could muster, and even it's own life-force. Turning molten and red hot from all the energy it was using, sacrificing itself by going critical. It did the forbidden for it's people, which was tearing a thread of reality and space time. From where the last Arch-Warlock once was, was now a tear through reality, that sucked Romulus in. It's people may be lost, but they were going to get the man that preformed it one way or another.
"What in Wilheeeeeeeeeellllllllllmmmmmmmmmmm!!!" Romulus screamed as the tear enveloped and sucked him in. He was unknowing of what was to happen next.
CRACK
Falling head first on the tiled floor of the lobby, Romulus would soon forget what exactly happened in his nightmarish time spent traveling to the PLverse, though he'll probably only recall that it wasn't very pleasant at all. His vision was very hazy and blurry from that, even though his helmet was on, but it was slowly regaining itself, but he was also feeling nauseous too. Luckily someone was there in an instant to help him up, and even prop him up at a desk. But who was this guy, and where was he even? Where exactly did the Last Arch-Warlock send him?
He think he heard the man referred to him by rank as he was helping him up, so maybe he was somewhere in the Wilhelm Imperium? But was this even the Imperium he knew of? For all he knew this could either be an Imperium from the past or future, or even just a backwater from his current Imperium. Whatever the case, this... lobby's decor and tastes appeared to Romulus as something fitting for an grand Imperium building, like a Governor's mansion, or a grand bank, or a grand hotel. He liked it, but something still didn't seem right.
He saw where he had fell, and saw the indentation marks he made with his body. But floor was reforming itself before his eyes! What in the fu-? Then he realized where he must have fallen from, and looked up, and saw the chandler with a missing bulb. No, that can't be! He then looked around and saw all the other... certain folk in this lobby, he didn't remember the Wilhelm Imperium subjugating some of these kinds of people and things. Something was definitely wrong here! He was feeling so overwhelmed, pandemonium indeed!
But he was calmed down a bit when he saw the pastel portrait of Wilhelm XVIII on a wall, that was beautifully done, it reassured him oddly. Unless this was all indeed the future, it had to have been, it's the only thing that would make sense to him. He noticed the man that helped him up was still talking to him, and had mentioned an apartment lease or something, and said "We have no idea where we are right now," and was now handing a clipboard to him. Well that definitely isn't reassuring at all, maybe this was all a weird scam. The man's uniform didn't look legit either, like why is a desk worker wearing an weird military get-up that didn't even bear Wilhelm's face? Oh he just couldn't be bothered anymore! He better answer some questions then after he signs this.
He took the clipboard, and took out a signing pen from an compartment in his power armor. And signed the lease in the special purple ink that was reserved for high ranking officers. It read simply in cursive as General Romulus Aphrodisiac. He handed it back to the man, and looked around for a moment. He saw that there had been some fighting, pretty fierce from the remains of it. Now he definitely had to asked the man at the desk.
"I have you reminded that I am General Romulus Aphrodisac, General of Wilhelm XXIX, of the Wilhelm Imperium. Tell me this, which Wilhelm Regime is it now (Wilhelm LVI as of the present, time dilation)? And what do you mean you don't know where we are? This is the Wilhelm Imperium right? You did after all addressed me correctly by rank. And what even happened here? Looks like there's been some heavy fighting here. What in Wilhelm is going on?" He asked the cultist the many questions,, that he would pray would deliver, he hoped for something.
by Highfort » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:00 pm
by Giovenith » Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:11 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Mon Oct 05, 2015 3:44 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by The BranRiech » Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:22 pm
Cerillium wrote:Marcus gaze followed the helicopter as it descended. Excellent! His spirits became more buoyant as he slid from the truck's seat. This wouldn't be so bad. Ogoti had put him to a task he was capable of, plus he'd get to see what all the fuss was about regarding the exos. An oddly happy feeling bubbled up from deep inside, a sensation he hadn't felt since Dani and he had worked together in that weird alternate time. He supposed it had everything to do with encountering things beyond his scope of knowledge. Cool things, not ordinary and boring ones.
The young cyborg trotted up the steps and passed Primordial. Amanda was right where he'd left her and he veered to meet up with her.
He chose to overlook her questions about his dad. If Ogoti wanted him to go do something, he'd ignore his father's orders entirely. "Ogoti wants to sling load one of the exos. They're, um, big. Really, really big. Like bigger than FUBAR big. The truck could prop it up, I suppose, but it's quicker by air. I guess..."
True enough. They dwarfed the Drone. But Ogoti knew shit, and if he thought the helicopter was the best option, Marcus wasn't going to doubt him. Maybe he thought the Fiends were incapable of flying that high, and-
Wait. The Fiends. Marcus had been in such a hurry to get to the radio that he hadn't spared a glance towards the ice wall or noise beyond it. Now it struck him that it had been eerily silent outside. His ears picked up bits of conversation around him. The dawn had... banished the Fiends? It had to be true. One of the Residents was telling her shield men to go to breakfast in shifts.
An eyebrow lifted. "Amanda, did you say Neste?"
by Northwest Slobovia » Mon Oct 05, 2015 6:21 pm
Cerillium wrote:"Ogoti wants to sling load one of the exos. They're, um, big. Really, really big. Like bigger than FUBAR big. The truck could prop it up, I suppose, but it's quicker by air. I guess..."
Primordial Luxa wrote:“You” he said pointing towards Amanda with a hand covered in fat veins and then motioning for her to come towards her “come take a look at these and tell me what you think.”
Cerillium wrote:A warm smile parted his lips. Sandy had done well up here. Hopefully, the others would continue to carry out his instructions in his stead. "There is work to be done, Sandy. We must meet with Miss Giovenith and Brother Itum in the Library. Those who are not critically injured must return to the village. The rest should be brought to the dining room for me to tend to."
by Primordial Luxa » Mon Oct 05, 2015 6:38 pm
Northwest Slobovia wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:“You” he said pointing towards Amanda with a hand covered in fat veins and then motioning for her to come towards her “come take a look at these and tell me what you think.”
Amanda drifted over, curious about what he had on display, but put off by his approach. "A little politeness goes a long way; a 'please' wouldn't hurt", she gently said to him, then turned towards the pictures. She studied them with interest, but not focus: she was too worn out to get much more than that they were maps of a small area around the Building. "How did you get these images? They're quite good for us just having arrived."
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Monfrox » Mon Oct 05, 2015 7:09 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:07 pm
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by Fvaarniimar » Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:18 pm
by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 06, 2015 1:29 pm
by The BranRiech » Tue Oct 06, 2015 5:14 pm
"Hey, Mr. Nikanor, Ogoti wants us to lift the exo and bring it back to the Building. He said to ask you. Helicopter and all, you know. I've never been close to one, so I don't know how heavy they are. I'm guessing your aircraft would be able to, or else Ogoti wouldn't have suggested it."
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