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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2011 21:12:50 GMT -5
100 Acre Woods has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Marilith [Leader]
Scarmiglione [/size] [/blockquote] ----- The Light has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Darkness will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light gets a Raid Group, or if the Darkness has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2011 10:00:31 GMT -5
A Light Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Alessandro Apollo [Leader]
Helen Atalanta
---- Posting Order: Marilith, Alessandro Apollo, Scarmiglione, then Helen Atalanta---- If no winner has been decided by April 9th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!! |
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Post by marilith on Mar 11, 2011 18:50:29 GMT -5
Trees around her were burning brightly as Marilith passed through. She had started to work immediately once she had come to the woods. "Now to see whether someone would come," she said with a light smile and looked around to see where Scarmiglione had gone. From the fiend she had understood that two factions, referred to 'the Light' and 'the Dark', were in conflict with one another. As fiends, they would be quickly to be determined as warriors of 'the Dark'.
"Will we able to speak to the Light?" She questioned her surroundings, or will they let this place burn in hellfire without stopping the flames? If the entire forest would burn down, then she supposed this place was unimportant and, thus, useless for her means. The Fiend of Fire was trying to speak to some of the Light, perhaps negotiations, if not... she would just burn down her opponents and try to find one more... willing to see her ways.
Looking around, Marilith was unsure where Scarmiglione had gone to, but she was certain the man would appear soon again. She wasn't psychic or anything, so could not see, feel, or smell where the other had gone. Especially with the smell of burning wood, she was unable to smell the rotten stench that the fiend left behind on his movements, even if he seemed to cloak it somewhat. The sounds of fire also lowered the sounds as usually she was able to hear him sis like a snake.
"Is there anyone around? Or does this place mean nothing?" She questioned out loud, just in the hopes she was heard by 'the Light'.
(ooc - entrance to this raid..)
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Alessandro Apollo
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It is said that if you look into his guns, its too late.
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Post by Alessandro Apollo on Mar 12, 2011 12:36:19 GMT -5
There he stood, staring at the strange book the old man in the nightgown had let him look at. He couldn’t help but notice the old guy as even he looked out of place in a town with blue dirt and talking ducks. Weird clothing aside, Alex noticed that the man known as Merlin was a very gentle man and the book he had supposedly held magical properties. Alex looked up after opening the front cover to notice he was no longer in the presence of Merlin, but, instead, he was accompanied by a goofy tiger bouncing on its tail.
”Yeah, I think my benefits should include psychiatric care…”[/b]
”Hi there, I’m Tigger, spelled T-I-Double Guh-err! Who might you be?”
”Um, yeah, I’m Alex.”[/b]
The time for Alex’s formalities with the talking, bouncing animal didn’t last much longer. As he was confronted by the Tigger-creature, he noticed the faint glow off in the distance that seemed to match with the idea that something was burning. Without a moment’s hesitation, Alessandro sprinted off in the distance to notice that part of the Wood was actually on fire. Great, I need a raise…
He quickly decided it would be in his best interest to climb the nearest tree, which was extremely tall with a sign that said RABBITS HOWSE, even though the S’s were backwards, and he was pretty sure there was no W in house. Upon reaching the pinnacle of the makeshift home, he looked out and what he saw really blew his mind. It was a giant serpent-like creature with six arms, each one holding a different looking sword.
”Wow…glad I’m gonna stay put right here! Note to self: Don’t get within swinging distance of the freak.”[/b]
He quickly took out the first of his two pistols, the one on his right hip. He popped the clip out of the piece and checked to make sure he still had a full set of ammunition. Thankfully, it was still full, and he knew his other gun was in a similar situation, mostly due to the fact that he changed the gun that morning. He felt around his belt to feel two more similarly full clips. Let’s see…ten times four is forty, so I shouldn’t have any problems dealing with this thing that is if one bullet kills this thing.[/i]
Without a moment’s hesitation, Apollo pulled the gun up and took an aim upon the creature. He didn’t find it weird that this land had no wind, but it just meant his bullet would go straight, and he wouldn’t have to account for wind to curve the bullet’s path. He pointed the weapon directly at where the heart would be if it were human and pulled the trigger. There was a little over two hundred yards between them, but that would still only give the creature less than a second before it was punctured with the lead.
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Post by despot on Mar 13, 2011 12:06:11 GMT -5
Scarmiglione walked through the area that was not burning while hissing some times. In the distance his eyes caught on a man climbing a tree. The figure turned to the Revenant that was by him. "Sssee to it that our dear fiery lady ssstays alive," he told the undead before turning back towards where he had seen the man, "I'll quessstion him myself."
The Revenant started to move as did Scarmiglione. Both to different destinations. The Blighted Despot knew he couldn't climb a tree that easily, but he hoped the man would listen. The Revenant would come back if there were too much trouble, so he was certain Marilith stayed fine.
At the tree he heard a bang and he looked up, unsure what the sound was. It wasn't something he had ever heard. "What wasss that?" He asked and tried to call to the man. The cloaked man hoped the man could hear his voice.
The Revenant was still moving towards Marilith and ignored the bang as there it was elsewhere. The undead didn't have the mind to really care.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Mar 15, 2011 0:07:43 GMT -5
Navy suits are not typically worn when one has to keep a gun on themselves at all times. They are also not usually worn with gloves that are obviously for fighting.
In fact, as far as Helen was concerned, only Turks dressed as such.
But it wasn’t like she’d never been wrong before, so she tailed the man when she saw him. His mannerisms, posture, and even his hair eventually told her that he was indeed one of her co-workers.
So when he vanished into a residential building just as she began to approach him, she cursed internally. With an awkward sigh, she knocked on the door frame-- as the door was still partially open- and glanced in shyly.
“Hello?” she called out to what seemed to be an empty room. When she got no immediate response, she entered. Shortly into her investigation a wizened old man stepped from seemingly nowhere behind her and smiled kindly.
"What do you need, dear?"
"I saw a colleague of mine enter not three minutes ago and intended to speak with him, but it seems he has vanished." She felt sheepish for having been caught snooping around in someone's home. "Do you know where he might be?"
The man gestured to a worn looking book resting open on a podium. “In there, dear.”
It was like some sort of trippy half nightmare. One minute she was looking at the pages of a child’s book, the next she was... in the book. And already there seemed to be a problem. The smell of smoke permeated the air and an orange glow tinted the sky.
"I really hate my sense of obligation," she muttered bitterly as she jogged past an orange creature with black stripes toward the blaze. She came upon a bend in the path and something of a small garden when the smell of rotting flesh assaulted her nose and the sharp bang of a fired gun pierced the air above the crackling of burning wood. She bit back the nausea that threatened to pull her breakfast from her stomach and covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve. A hunched figure in what appeared to be a giant burlap sack leered up at none other than the Turk she had been stalking. She assumed said being was the cause of the smell, as she saw no other creature within... well... smelling distance. Approximately ten yards ahead of her was what appeared to be the source of the blaze- an eight-armed snake lady with a zombie standing guard before her.
"By Minerva... If I’m not high on something, I need to admit myself into an asylum. You-" she said with an annoyed wave of her hand toward the burlap-covered thing, "Need to take a bath or something. I’m good with “or something” as long as that terrible odour goes away. In fact, I might just help you with that." With another wave in his direction, the Turk cast Blizzard at the thing, knowing that with the heat of the blaze that it would melt right as it got to him and hopefully soak him enough to wash some of the scent away.
Yeah. She was most definitely going to have to find out what was really in those muffins so she could avoid it for the rest of her life.
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Post by marilith on Mar 16, 2011 5:14:15 GMT -5
Marilith moved about without finding much. The trees were simply burning and nothing seemed to happen, she couldn't find Scarmiglione either. Until she noticed an undead figure moving in her direction. One of the Archfiend's minions. The serpent-lady sighed and quickly moved in its direction before she heard something in the distance, it was soft under the burning woods, so she stopped abrupt, which perhaps saved her as something hit in her side. Blood gushed out as the Fiend of Fire looked around bewildered.
What just happened? Nothing seemed to be in sight except for the undead creature and he certainly did not attack her. So what had just pierced her. Marilith looked at the bloody hole in her torso and lowered her blades.
Using her tail, she started to push herself up as she looked above, perhaps in the trees or the sky. "Where is the bastard that shot me? I'm just trying to find someone to speak!" She shouted annoyed and lowered again as the undead was now near, "where's Scarmiglione?"
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Alessandro Apollo
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It is said that if you look into his guns, its too late.
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Post by Alessandro Apollo on Mar 17, 2011 14:24:46 GMT -5
It had been way too long since Alessandro had shot a gun. He aimed directly for the creature known as Marilith’s heart, but instead fell short with the bullet only landing in the creature’s side. He wasn’t sure whether it was despair or annoyance at the thought of missing his target that crossed his mind. Hell, it might have been a little of both. Either way, his distinct advantage changed when two separate events occurred.
First, a creature in a shabby cloak approached him after seeing the Turk climb to his current position. This creature definitely didn’t carry himself like a great warrior or anything. Actually, Alex almost wrote the creature off, until he saw what the thing had working under his wing. A small zombie-like creature departed from Scarmiglione’s side for the snake lady, probably to serve as a bodyguard of some sort. The zombie-manipulator hadn’t actually seen Apollo shoot the snake lady, but he had heard it, and he had decided to confront Alex.
”Me, I just shot your lady friend. Trust me, it’s good for her; it builds character.”[/b]
He knew he had probably just ticked off the wrong monster, but, for some reason, he didn’t really care. Who really worries about what a monster thinks anyway? Although, if this was actually the creature behind the fires, then he was probably in the worst possible place in this fantasy-book-land. Alex hopped out of the tree, still keeping some distance between himself and the Archfiend. He decided, mostly when he saw Helen confront the sick-looking beast just a moment sooner, that this freak should be his primary concern.
Alex stepped backward with his left foot, a gesture that almost made it look like he was going to retreat, before he drew the still-warm pistol and pointed it at the creature with his right hand. He may have missed the gorgon-wannabe, but he wasn’t going to miss a near-point-blank shot on Frankenstein’s ugly cousin.
”Here, lemme show you!”[/b]
With the barrel pointed directly into the beast’s ugly eyeball, Alex’s finger clinched around the warm steel and flexed into another loud bang. The object of Wes Craven’s dreams was the definite target for not one, not two, but three consecutive shots from the newly-active Turk’s pistol. He might have just declared war with George Romero’s icon, but ‘all’s fair in love and war,’ right?
EDIT: (I actually did misread Helen's post...twice, and I've edited mine to match it)
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Post by despot on Mar 18, 2011 6:02:31 GMT -5
Milon turned around slightly when a voice called to him. This one annoyed and female, but the voice was different from Marilith's, so it was not the fiend's annoyed voice. Apparently the woman was disgusted with a smell, his smell from the sounds of it. So much for friendly people, the Archfiend was annoyed with getting all the annoyed people around him. The woman didn't even gave him a chance to speak as she casted a Blizzard spell, but one to toss like a bucket of water at him.
Now soaking Scarmiglione stared at the woman, "thanksss?" He said ironic, "can you at leassst allow me to say something before ssso--" He was not able to finish his sentence when the man in the tree came down with a joke. What's wrong with these? The man continued to point a strange object in his face, which caught Scarmiglione's curiosity.
"What a ssstrange device. Could I perhaps asssk something as I'm trying to look for ssso--" The loud bangs sounded again, but this time his eye and two more bullets pierced his skull before the Blighted Despot was even sure on what was happening. Not...? The man started to sink down and fell dead to the ground. This only prepared the Archfiend to be revived in his true form later.
By Marilith's side the Revenant did not respond to Marilith's question and simply stood there. He did not exactly know what the Fiend of Fire wanted and the zombie wasn't exactly the brightest, his brain was for the most part gone in any case. It moved because of magic not because he felt like it. ooc ----- Sorry, Alex, but I believe you did not read Helen's post too well. Scarmiglione will awake next post in his true form. Currently he's just a dead pile. |
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Mar 20, 2011 16:34:56 GMT -5
“Thanks?” the foul-smelling thing asked, as though he wasn’t sure whether to be offended or thankful, almost. Perhaps it was sarcasm, but Helen could hardly care enough to tell. Her fellow Turk leapt from his perch in the tree tree to shoot the ugly beast, and Helen grimaced in disgust as the thing crumpled to the ground.
“Thanks,” she began, sleeve still stretched loosely over her nose and mouth. “And it’s good to see you again.” She grinned and then looked toward the snake chick.
“So, hopefully she’s not like Medusa. I’m going to try to draw her attention in the other direction. You shoot her, alright?”
With that, Helen circled the flaming part of the forest. Ducking and stepping quickly, she approached the woman-snake-thing from behind, took a running leap and kicked at her head with both feet. Then, in anticipation of a counterattack, the Turk dropped low to the ground and rolled away.
[OOC: Sorry this is so short and choppy, I'll try to make the next one longer.]
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Post by marilith on Mar 22, 2011 4:57:33 GMT -5
The stupid undead creature did not show her where Scarmiglione was, so she thought of ignoring the entire being's existence. The sudden loud bangs made her spin around again in search. Trying to listen to where it came from, she turned towards where she saw a man and her partner laying on the ground in the distance. Great, she thought as she readied herself to throw hellfire at the man, but the existence of the undead minion had still not gone unnoticed when the creature started to move as if it had noticed something.
Quickly the Fiend of Fire turned slightly as she saw a foot that she blocked with one of her arms. In quick reaction with some of her other arms, she tried to strike back at the woman that attempted to kick her. "Who are you people? Are all of you absurd? Attacking people like that?" She shouted at the woman as she gave the woman a glare, attempting her Hold spell. If she saw the glare, she would be frozen in place and unable to move for a short moment. This was enough for her to attempt another strike with her swords, trying to cut her in pieces before she would torch her.
At the same time, she released a Fog around her area. This was so she would not be seen by the man in the distance as she had been hit by something in a distance. Immediately she changed her location in the fog as well by moving away from the woman, who was unable to see her as well in the thick fog.
(ooc: short... filled with suck...)
-Effects-
Hold: if seen, frozen and paralysed for one post
Fog: two posts active
-Cooldowns-
Hold: three posts
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Alessandro Apollo
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It is said that if you look into his guns, its too late.
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Post by Alessandro Apollo on Mar 24, 2011 6:47:42 GMT -5
One down, one to go.
Alessandro and Helen had successfully combined the bulk of their might and toppled the ugly duckling. It was now a full scale war against the gorgon-wannabe, and Alex couldn’t be happier to behead her just as the myth suggested. He took off in a full sprint towards the flaming forest after Helen, who was definitely the faster runner.
Whilst he was running, the Turk sheathed his right gun and decided to draw the gun hiding behind his shirt. It used his belt as a natural holster, and also kept up a guise that he only had the one gun. He would have kept it hidden, but he’d already used four bullets from his right gun, and he had to think sparingly.
Alex was obviously the first to come within attacking range of the beast, and decided to do just that. He fired off exactly four strategically placed bullets towards Marilith. These bullets were intended for injury, but their sole purpose was to disarm the Fiend of Fire. Each bullet was intended to strike the hand that held a sword in an attempt to take out two-thirds of the freak’s physical arsenal.
"Hey Snake-Lady-Thing, what are you anyway? You were the one burning down this nice little neighborhood, so we're just gonna stop you, k?"[/b]
Apollo’s actions would have to take on a supporting role though, for the next few moments. The creature released a powerful fog, intended to capture Helen in a one on one battle. Now, he’d definitely be glad to know if his shots had hit their mark, which was a very likely outcome. Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually missed a shot; it had to have been maybe ten years ago.
Unbeknownst to him, Helen may actually be frozen on the battlefield, he hadn’t seen Marilith’s attempt to freeze her, and there hadn’t been enough time to notice as much with the fog rolling in and all. All Alessandro could do was hope that Helen was still holding her own in the fog, because he couldn’t risk missing the freak and hitting her in the process.
”C’mon Helen, you got this! We’ve taken on far worse than this thing!”[/b]
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Post by despot on Mar 25, 2011 14:33:22 GMT -5
 Scarmiglione awoke again in his true form as he pondered on why he ever chose to work with Marilith here. Still the man that had shot him, had done so without asking or him doing a thing considered wrong. In this case he was in the wrong after all. Perhaps it had even been just an excuse. An excuse to remain 'good' while just taking pleasure in murdering people. It was true that he had the same, but Scarmiglione had been trying to change.
When the fog cloud came and the man was preoccupied with seeing what was going on in there, the Blighted Despot took this moment to attempt striking the man from behind first with simply his tendril and arm, but followed by releasing a poison gas. "Sssuck gas and become a zombie!" The Archfiend did not bother himself with what was going on in the fog, he knew his minion was there with Marilith, so the two were probably going to be fine.
The Revenant in the fog had moved towards Helen and after Marilith had done her things, it kept moving in the direction he had seen the woman in the fog and tried to strike her with melee attacks. Or simply flailing arms. The result would still be the same, if the woman had not moved after the fog came. Since Marilith had dropped her spell before the fog, it would mean if the spell had worked, the Revenant would be able to hit, if not. He'd just be lost in the fog. |
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Mar 28, 2011 0:23:15 GMT -5
(OOC; Terribly sorry, this is going to be an epic fail post but I got a virus that keeps me from being able to do anything and my computer will apparently need to be wiped. Again. So I'm using my ipod o.o)
Helen only narrowly avoided the immediate counter-attacks from the fire snake lady thing. Then a split second passed and suddenly she felt as though her body had been buried in sand- not a single millimeter could she move and almost as soon as this happened, she felt a blindingly sharp pain bloom across her left shoulder blade. A dense white blanket spread across her vision as the Turk began to panic. Faintly she heard Alex encourage her from the other side of the Fiend
”C’mon Helen, you got this! We’ve taken on far worse than this thing!”
Again, the Turk fought against the invisible force that held her, feeling panic rise in her chest rise like bile. Helen never had liked confinement. A series of dull painful and likely bruise-inflicting hits struck her back as the zombie thing, or so she thought it was, defended it's master's ally.
So much for encouragement.
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Post by marilith on Mar 30, 2011 6:45:04 GMT -5
Marilith felt some pain from bullets that flew by. Her hands were, however, clammed around her swords, so even when the shots hit two of her hands, she did not let go of her swords. The fog was effectively in place and her Hold spell had worked on Helen, she noticed as she was able to strike her. While the woman was unable to see her, she could very well feel the woman in the fog. The zombie that could not see either was taking in some hits as well.
"Now you shall burn in hellfire! Hee hee hee hee!" Marilith laughed and she started to charge for Blaze while having changed her position in the fog again after she had spoken, so the woman would not know where she was. She needed some time to charge, so she was sure the zombie would keep the woman busy that was able to move soon again and the man in the distance was kept busy by Scarmiglione, so she would aim at striking both in the next moment.
-Effects-
Hold: Helen is released from Hold again
Fog: one post more active
Blaze: charging one post
-Cooldowns-
Hold: two posts
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