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Battle Related Topics / Re: As the Cycle nears its end
« Last post by Jharm on February 09, 2019, 06:59:11 AM »
Icy winds howl through the area, snow and ice as far as the eye can see.  The surrounding area shows signs of having been a large city at some point, tall buildings seeming to sprout from under the massive mounds of snow.   There are no signs of life however.  No voices ringing out, no sounds of traffic rolling through the vast metropolis streets....only the cold biting winds.  A short distance away, a lone feminine figure stands atop a snow mound.   Even as the arctic blast swirls around her, her garments barely shift, almost as if a bubble covers the area immediately around her.  Her gaze looks down on the ruins, to a spot that seems to also be impervious to the wintery winds.  Figures move back and forth, working their way into some of the buildings as large dozers and loaders work to excavating snow from entryways.  As time passes, some of the figures exit the buildings, hauling gurneys bearing frozen bodies.  They move to a central area where growing lines of bodies beings to form, each one reverently being covered by a sheet.  The woman gazes at the scene as she seems to talk to herself.

"So many lives lost.  I doubt we will ever be able to find all of them, or even fully identify all those that we do find.  The years pass and memories fade.

She lets out a sigh as her gaze seems to unfocus, as if she has drifted back into thoughts of the past.

"It was all so beautiful back then.  Towering buidings...sprawling cities...all so full and vibrant with life.  Now....now they are empty husks...with only ghosts to occupy them."

Dwelling on the past won't bring them back.  You, and your people, did everything possible to save as many as

"Perhaps.  That being said...doesn't change what happened."

Why do you choose to remain?  Your people have explored and settled on other planets.  You and the others could reside on any of those.

"When the frost came we could not escape the planet.  The storms and everything made travel off-planet, as well as communication, impossible.  Once we were able to escape...well...most had suffered so much to survive that leaving meant accepting defeat.  All the deaths and pain would be for nothing.  Then of course there was the fact that by that time many had become accustomed to this worlds new environment.  We had evolved to survive.  Moving to other worlds meant being faced with having to become acclimated to new environments.  That, and we could not leave those we lost."

Those are valid points I suppose.  You are still certain though aren't you?"

"Yes.  This....this was no cosmic "accident"....no...it was deliberate."

She thrusts her arms out, gesturing at the surrounding snow and buildings.

"Studies and data have proven that the rock that collided with this world was not some random asteroid that just happened to find its path lined up with us.  No...something....someone out there sent it at us.  Someone decided that for some reason my people had to be destroyed.  For the longest time we floundered at that.  None of the races of this universe have the ability to just up and manifest a gorram rock missile.  Then...I found you...and I learned of the Multi-verse.  With the information I've gained we further confirmed that the rock was not from here.  That means someone....someone out there in the Multi-verse made the CHOICE to massacre my people!"

As the woman finishes her sentence her fists clench tightly and suddenly the winds swirling through the area surge in around her.  Her dress swirls around her, the snow swirling up as an localized blizzard seems to manifest around her.  Then, just as fast as it appear...the blizzard died down and the "bubble" around her reforms.

"I....I will find whoever did it.  I will find them...and I will make them pay for what they have done.  I....I promised him that I would see our people avenged."

A single tear slides down her cheek, the drop of water turning into a single shard of ice the moment it slides off her face before it softly plinks off her boot.  She pulls a pocketwatch from one of the pockets of her dress and opens it up, gazing at the inside of the lid.

Well, as I have said before, I will do all that I can to help you in your mission.  Perhaps somewhere along the way we will also finally gain insight into why I was in that rune stone in the depths of your planet.

"Perhaps."


 
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Battle Related Topics / Re: As the Cycle nears its end discussion
« Last post by Jharm on February 09, 2019, 05:27:25 AM »
So, I can't help but ask....has anyone read any of the Cycle posts?  Thoughts? Anything? 
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Shadow Chorus on February 05, 2019, 02:28:23 PM »
Heck yes Gulgrim is up for god-fueled Kaiju battles.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Shadow Chorus on February 05, 2019, 02:22:34 PM »
As weapons surge toward Gulgrim from all sides, the voice of the blood god roars in his mind, but Gulgrim does not respond. Instead, he merely raises both of his arms to the sides of his head, intercepting the incoming chainswords. There is a grinding sound as the teeth of the massive weapons chew through Gulgrim's Cybork arm, but for some reason find it difficult to bite into his Orky flesh. After a few seconds both chainswords grind to a halt however, as do the axes and hammers, each  arresting their movement without Gulgrim seeming to flinch.

As the last of the metal of Gulgrim's cybork arm falls away, what is revealed is an arm of green fire underneath the workings. A new limb formed of pure WAAAGH!!! energy holds back one of the chainswords, while his other arm seems to have hardened to stop the second.

Meanwhile, the weapons aiming for the Warboss's midsection slowly begin to inch away as a pair of spectral arms, which had crossed in front of Gulgrim's gut to take the blows, push outward.

There is a rumbling sound as the Warboss looks up at the towering avatar of chaos undivided.

"Orkz show strength an' power through size, roight Gulgrim?" the ork seemed to ask himself. "Das right, ya stupid spikey god, why you'z ask?"

"Well den why'z you so small?"

"Dat's easy ya dumb spikey grot." The weapons began to push further back as Gulgrim's form seemed to swell with power and size, his height and breadth beginning to increase. "Dat's because I'z kunnin. I knowz 'ow strong I iz. I'z da Avatar o' Gork n' Mork. Ain't nuffin' I can't beat. But showin' it off's jus' a way to give the game away too quick."

His body continued to swell in size and bulk as he spoke, a mad grin across his face. "If'n I alwayz prounced about as big as dat Ghazghkull git, everyone'd know I wuz somefin' ta reckon with. It'd ruin da surprize."

As big as a hab-block now. Bigger even than the ancient legends told of The Beast. Green lightning danced at his words.

"But sometimes it's time ta show 'em just how mean an' green ya really are. An' dat's when you show 'em what da biggest and baddest Ork in da whole 'ooniverse looks like. An' dat's what Mork's cunnin' is all about. 'It em hard when dey Underestimate ya."

The ork must have been approaching the size of a small Titan by this point, but in the realms of the Empyrean it was impossible to truly judge scale, especially when compared to the tower that was his opponent. He brought his physical arm back, reeling back for a punch, and the outline of two more spectral fists, the hands of Gork and Mork, seemed to manifest over his shoulder, equally pulled back and ready.

"An' den wif Gork's Brutality, you hit 'em even harder when dey realize it."

And then, with force like a falling skyscraper, Gulgrim's fist and the fists of Gork and Mork slammed forward like they were fired from a cannon, explosive, earth-shattering force on a collision course with the body of Chaos's avatar.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Jharm on February 04, 2019, 08:56:03 PM »
The Seraphim coughs and almost gags as he finds himself surrounded  by rotten, repulsive flesh, the odor almost overwhelming him as he works to fend off the vile claws and teeth.

"Never!  I am a Warrior of the Light.  I shall never cease in combatting the Darkness in whatever form it takes!  Your sickening, twisting words mean nothing!  The Light shall purge away your pestilence!"

Jharms form begins to glow as a shield manifests around him, helping to protect him against both the effects of the rotten flesh surrounding him as well as the multitude of teeth and claws attempting to strike at him.  His hammer swings around, crushing any appendages that get too close.  As he swings the hammer around with his right hand, the Seraphim forms a glowing blade of light in his left and begins to slash and hack at the flesh surrounding him as he begins to attempt to slice his wave out of the macabre prison.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Cameron on February 02, 2019, 10:39:03 PM »
As promised, my post is live. Everyone has been targeted by a specific aspect of Chaos. Except Soul Reaver. Soul Reaver drew the short straw.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Cameron on February 02, 2019, 10:30:23 PM »
The four faces of the Avatar of Chaos regard the Companions coldly as they, one by one, make their choice. The thousands of voices again speak in unison.

"SO BE IT."

In the blink of an eye, the Avatar is in motion. It strikes out at it’s foes simultaneously, bringing it’s many instruments of destruction to bear.

Gulgrim finds himself assaulted seemingly on all sides by various weapons of war. Brass axes and hammers swing at his midsection while two mighty chainswords seek to remove his head from his body. As the attacks come, Gulgrim can hear a voice cutting through the many other voices ringing in his ears, a growl of inexhaustible rage tearing through the din and into the Ork’s very soul.

“FIGHT ME, O GREAT WAR BRINGER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!”

Kitharsis finds a number of eldritch staffs pointed in his direction and is quickly surrounded by awful violet tendrils of pure magic. They lash out repeatedly, attempting to strike both Kitharsis and his bony mage. Lightning crackles from them in great arcs, ensuring that even the tendrils that miss their target will still pass close enough to damage him. Voices taunt him from somewhere nearby, each one repeating the same words with different tones and inflections, and some of them saying the same thing in different languages.

“SO MUCH POTENTIAL WASTED ON ONE SUCH AS YOU. THE POWER WITHIN YOU SEEKS TO CHANGE YOU. TO MAKE YOU STRONGER. BETTER. YET YOU RESIST. EMBRACE THE CHANGE OR ACCEPT YOUR FATE.”

Jharm finds himself engulfed in a swirling mass of rotting, putrid flesh. Various limbs reach out from the infected mass and attempt to incapacitate the Seraphim. Gnarled bony fingers clutch at him and attempt to hold him back, while fleshy protrusions covered in teeth and claws attempt to tear him asunder. The ancient elderly voice that emits from these fleshy constructs maintains a jolly demeanor, rasping happily in the back of Jharm’s mind.

“ALL THINGS MUST COME TO AND END. YOU’VE SPENT SO MUCH TIME FIGHTING. YOU MUST BE WEARY. TIRED. IN PAIN. I CAN TAKE THESE THINGS FROM YOU. JUST GIVE UP. LET IT GO.”

Danyel is quickly surrounded by a seemingly endless crowd of lithe, faceless figures of an indeterminable race or gender. They dart around him, laughing and taunting, darting in from multiple directions to slash at him with knives and blades while others hang back and attempt to restrain him with whips and chains. Every attack parried or dodged leaves him open for another, and the crowd shows no sign of stopping. A beautiful voice rings out, dripping with lust.

“THIS IS NO PLACE FOR ROYALTY. LET THE OTHERS FIGHT YOUR BATTLES. THEIR PAIN SHALL BE YOUR PLEASURE. SURRENDER TO YOUR DESIRES AND TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE ABOVE THESE WRETCHED SCUM!”

Soul Reaver can see all this happening, because unlike the others, he is not targeted at first. The main host regards him coldly, it’s four faces leering.

“YOU WHO DEALS WITH INFERNO. WHO WIELDS THE STRENGTH OF DEMONS. YOU WHO SEEKS JUSTICE ABOVE ALL. WE HAVE FOLLOWED YOUR PROGRESS WITH SOME INTEREST. IT WAS FATED THAT OUR PATHS WOULD CROSS. THE OTHERS ARE MEANINGLESS TO US. YOU, HOWEVER, SHOW THE GREATEST POTENTIAL.”

The Avatar rears back, bringing a number of its appendages to bear.

“WE SHALL CAST YOU INTO THE FIRE, TO EXPOSE THE DIAMOND HIDDEN WITHIN. YOU WILL BEND TO OUR WILL, OR WE WILL BREAK YOU.”

The arms are upon Soul Reaver. He finds himself attacked by chainswords from either direction. Eldritch lightning washes over him. He is engulfed by an awful gas that chokes the very breath from his lungs. And through it all, a voice whispers in the back of his mind, calling him to surrender, attempting to break through his mental defenses.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Cameron on February 01, 2019, 05:20:39 PM »
So.... are you okay?

Apologies. I should have not allowed this much time to pass without an OOC update.

I was on 24 hour on-call for a bit there and was also under the weather. Check back here tomorrow night and there should be something waiting for you.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Danyael on February 01, 2019, 12:48:41 AM »
So.... are you okay?
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Cameron on January 19, 2019, 06:50:00 PM »
Sorry for the delay. I'll be posting either later tonight or early tomorrow. This is probably going to be one of two posts.
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