The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbringer of Darkness, Part 2
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, December 21, 2006 13:42
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Remember the EI's? Those were good times.
Down on Zanzibar, the Nandi lift off and does a couple of graceful sweeps, harrying the hoards that wern't already on fire, but then starts going bonkers, twitching and flitting about, and making more than a few or the hoard members squeal and wet them selves with its nosediving antics.
"If you ever decide to open up with the Nandi's weaponry, it would be all right dear." SR mutters knowing full well she can't hear him. "A fighter pilot who doesn't know how to strafe, I guess I'll just have to learn to live with her imperfections, if I live." SR decides that this moment of questionable survival will be a good time to discover what custard tastes like. "It's not bad, tastes like..., Oh Bloody Hell!" he quickly runs to the edge of the battlement and amidst a flurry of arrows, slung stones and darts, he pushes back a storming ladder that had just appeared. "It's my custard get your own, you bastiges!" At this moment a arrow knocks the custard bowl out of his hand, down into the inner courtyard of the keep where it smashes into a mess.
"Now you guys are going to get it! I'm here to eat custard and defend this castle and I'm all out of custard!" Another ladder appears on the wall's edge this time a orc is over the edge and on the wall before SR can send the ladder back. "Sorry it's a private party, no admittance without a invitation." SR lops off the orc's head and kicks the body over the side. He pitches the head at the next orc coming over the wall. The second orc stunned loses his balance and falls off the ladder.
"Jazaf, Snarky, Baroness, DUECE! We have company, Let's not be moping in our rooms now, come out and play. It's not their fault the're orcs!"
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"Holy crap, Sensei! You picked up your freakin' arm and stuck it back on! How does THAT happen?"
From the walls, ScorpionRegent called for help.
"Right! Later!"
Deuce drew both of her magically enhanced swords and dashed up the series of catwalks to the top of the walls. With great skill, the blades whirled about her, slicing up everything within reach. Goblins and trolls fall back from the edge of the wall.
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In the Keep of the Octagonal Order on the planet Zanzibar:
At the highest point, Ouroboros smiles at Sir Luc. "Oh, Empress Lucretia, I have no doubt that you possess the sheer magical might to rip your soul from your body. Heh. Also, I have no doubt that you could take knowledge from my mind. But technique? Subtlety? I have made others Immortal. It is not something to try on yourself by way of experimentation, and without absolute control. It is a task to be done with a scalpel, not a two-handed sword. Do you have such fine control of your own power?"
Meanwhile, Sir Elaine and Sir Morgana each lead troops of men at arms (and women at arms) to the defense of the wall. Sir Wil takes a position in one of the highest towers, leading a gang of archers who snipe unerringly at the leaders of the invading force.
Also, an old, tired Sir Devan climbs up to the pinnacle where Sir Luc hovers, god-like.
And in the distance can be heard the faint wails and howls of the approaching Great Project of Alatariel as it buninates the countryside, a creature that is part dragon, part human, and part demon.
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(ooc - i don't know why, but I decided when i wrote that that you couldn't use the nandi's weaponry without actually being in the Nandi - something about two powerful a plot device without any added danger? but if you want strafing, my dear, you get strafing.)
Still hanging baubles and nervously watching Mai start up the popcorn machine (i distantly remeber someone fixing it) Seryn realises one of the buttons on the remote isn't working properly - no sastisfying little click when she presses it.
"Oh it would have to be the ruddy cannon wouldn't it..." Using the wire hook from a bauble she fiddles around a bit and reconnects the button, and watches on her tiny grainy screen as short but devastating blasts set the orcs to running for their lives again.
Then she changes the blue sparkly bauble earrings for purple sparkly, and starts hanging tinsel in swathes over the tops of doors (a masterful accomplishment with one hand)(the sectret is sticky hooks)
Isn't sanity really a one trick pony, anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy...ooh hoo hoo hoo... the skys the limit!
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The Enemy Invaders aka Evil Invaders WERE rather nasty, as I recall. But Serenity dropped a bomb down their smoke stack, or something like that.
That's right! Saved us all, I did!
See? Good times!
*helps Mai with the popcorn machine, as she has no fear of kitchen appliances*
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Wisp stood on the castle walls bombarding the hoards below with his exoskeletons weaponry. Although it was effective it just wasnt enough against their numbers. They were taking out huge numbers but the army still had troops as far as the eye could see.
Wisp decided that he should take drastic action. In a single bound he leapt from the castle walls into a dense group of orcs approaching with ladders strafing himself a landing spot as he careered toward the ground. Upon impact the monsters around him were stunned at the iron beast and were at first afraid to approach. Wisp took this opportunity to extend to sword like beams of light from either of his hand like appertures and began to hack into the army with great ferocity. His small weapons destroying enemys at medium range while his blades hacked through anything close. His cannon on his back seemingly independantly taking down large targets at range.
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In the keep of the Octagonal Order on the planet Zanzibar:
Old Sir Devan reaches the peak of the highest tower. He somehow ignores the spectacle of the god-like Sir Luc in the company of no less than three Immortals, and moves to view the sight of the battle far below.
"Well, it seems that we have seen the return of Sir Jazaf, the Soulless Knight, the one Arinda tried to turn against us. My, our number would be complete, now, if only that fool Fesai was not such a fool."
He turns to face Sir Luc. "Hello, Sir Luc. Or should I call you Empress like that toady next to you? Do you really want to go through life without a soul?"
"It's not so bad, really," Magnus the Gold offers.
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Originally posted by seryn:
Still hanging baubles and nervously watching Mai start up the popcorn machine (i distantly remeber someone fixing it) Seryn realises one of the buttons on the remote isn't working properly - no sastisfying little click when she presses it.
"Oh it would have to be the ruddy cannon wouldn't it..." Using the wire hook from a bauble she fiddles around a bit and reconnects the button, and watches on her tiny grainy screen as short but devastating blasts set the orcs to running for their lives again.
The Nandi does three erratic strafeing runs and breaks off to return to the tree. The for a brief moment the wall is clear.
"What in the name of all the gods and goddesses was that?" asks a soldier in awe.
"That's my girl." replies SR. The soldier looks at SR in horror.
"I meant that's my girl controling it." the soldier's look changes to something more like hostile suspicion.
"So you are techno-heretics?"
"If you are saying we're unwelcome, we can take our toys and go home."
"No, the heat of battle is not the time and place to stand in judgement of one allies."
"Fair enough then let's just call it appropriate technology for now and be about our business shall we."
"Aye,"
"Kool aid?"
"Gramercy."
SR Runs down from the wall and begins to make smaller Greek fire molotov cocktails for the close defence of the walls.
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Sir Kei joins Jazaf, S.R., deuce and the others on the wall.
Tapping S.R. on the shoulder, "T'would seem you have incurred Sir Luc's wrath as well."
Sir Kei casually plucks an Orc off the ladder an flings it back down at the other Orcs. He looks back up at the tower and Sir Luc and sighs.
"I know not what I have done to incur her wrath. She has always been... intense."
Back on the tower;
Sir Luc's eyes soften at the sight of her mentor, and her features revert to normal... briefly.
Looking at Ouroboros and considering his words, excitement flared through her. Being an immortal... it was what she had always dreamed of, but then...
She looks back at Sir Devan who holds out his hand to her.
That hand offered warmth and sanity...
Sir Luc holds her hands over her ears, throws her head back and screams. "Stop it!!"
Dropping her hands to her sides, she lowers her head. Her eyes snap open. The rainbow hue has returned but this time veins of silver creep across the surface of her eyes. The canine teeth have returned as well as pointed ears and the metallic spider web has grown to cover the whole back of her neck.
An evil smile steals across her face and she leans in close to Sir Devan. "You... are more than you appear to be."
Straightening, Sir Luc leaps off the tower into the hoard.
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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Sir Kei joins Jazaf, S.R., deuce and the others on the wall.
Tapping S.R. on the shoulder, "T'would seem you have incurred Sir Luc's wrath as well."
He looks back up at the tower and Sir Luc and sighs.
"I know not what I have done to incur her wrath. She has always been... intense."
"I can't speak for you, but I always seem to be bringing out the ..., intensity in women. I alway admired Sir Luc, though I never had a chance to tell her." SR snatches up a crude flail dropped by a dead orc and strikes down another invader. "Sod off! This is a private converstation." he speaks again to Sir Kei. "In the past my methods were, at best, questionable." SR lights a greek fire molotov and hurls it off the wall squarely hitting a gang of orcs rushing a ladder towards the wall. The ladder catches fire as does it's crew. "YES!!! That's why I was never knighted, inspite of the many things I acomplished here." SR spins the flail over his head and slamms it down on the back of the skull of a orc that had driven a defending soldier to his knees. "I'll may die without telling her. So should I fall, let her know, that is if she ever is herself again." SR retrieves a fallen shield and put's it to good use. "Not now, I'm busy." His flail sweeps the legs out from under another orc and SR brings down the shield on it's neck dispatching it. "Oh darling I'm going to die here with the taste of your custard on my tongue."
"What's that?" Cries Sir Kei.
"Nothing, nothing."
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