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Danni kicks ass!
GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC 07 Oct 2019 19:54
in discussion OOC / OOC » Danni kicks ass!

I think that says it all.

Danni kicks ass! by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 07 Oct 2019 19:54

Danni was almost shocked that her strike had hit its target, either his anger or arrogance was his undoing, while Danni’s wits played only the part of taking advantage of one or both of those weaknesses he possessed as fatal flaws among his many overpowering strengths. The warm spatter on her back might have gotten a snarky and innuendo filled response any other time, but time was not her friend as she twisted the blade and shoved it home even deeper as he bled out and cursed at her. The little bit extra cost her control of the blade and it fell away with him, his last trophy to take to whatever Hell would have him.

The irony of this deceitful rat bastard calling her sneaky likewise was not able to be savored and appreciated properly as she was soon and by soon, immediately under attack by the guards she had feinted towards. Taking more than her fair share of solid blows and simply trying to kick out at them to parry away any that would maim or kill, she fought more like a trapped and rabid beast than a warrior born of Amber’s blood, but she had only that to offer and so she gave as good as she might and could.

Then one went down and the other within an instant after, falling upon her dead as doornails and not nearly as useful. She struggled to push their carcasses aside and regain her feet, and was truly only up to one knee by the time she saw just who their savior was. She watched in gawking amazement at the frightful efficiency and never wasted motions or steps as he moved through the ranks of the enemy melting them away like butter falling and flaying apart as a hot knife meets and overwhelms it.

Standing up as he came nearer, she looked to Benedict and then to his son, allowing them to have whatever moment they both deserved and needed to have, then almost saluted her Uncle, though she knew far better than to do that to an Officer, especially a General, when battle or a sniper’s nest might be near.

She nodded as the men had at Benedict’s compliment, replying only,

“It was all I had left, if he only waited…but patience was not his virtue. Damn that sounded stupid, but true, and I, um, the…I usually fight with a few more stitches of clothing, sorry if I appear, er, immodest,” she said feeling suddenly all the more naked than her own nudity seemed to make possible, as if benedict could not just see her bared breasts, but right through her if he liked.

“Uncle…Deirdre’s daughter. Sadly the only loyal one it seems, and alive because of your son at my side,” she said when introduced and was ready to move, figuring weapons and armor or at least clothing could be had along the way.

“Kieryn, we left her to find you and draw away the enemy…is she…?” the full question was too much for Danni to ask, perhaps more so because the possible replies were not assured of being more than maudlin and horrible, though she hoped against all that.

Her dreams are dark and filled with despair. She sees the faces of everyone she has killed. As usual, she is aware that she is dreaming, but she still kills the same people in the same way and is aware that wherever her body actually is, she will not be able to ask quarter of those who have either captured her or killed her. It makes her a little sad to realize that she might die now, after spending so much time trying to learn morality. Then she thinks of Danni, and Kieryn awakens. In one regard she is relieved that she is alive. Then, as her senses return to her and half of her body is cold she realizes that she is in a lot of pain.

She is naked. No sword. No dagger. Not too much less deadly. Hanging new spells is out of the question right now. Her headache is like a five-alarm fire. At least the alarm portion. She doesn't think she was raped and she is pretty sure she didn't take any extra damage after she dropped to the ground, except for the initial drop. She touches her forehead and groans softly.

Her eyes focus on the moldy bread. She blinks and sniffs, shaking her head until she realizes she was just exacerbating her headache. She hears the sound of guards and briefly contemplates being standing there when they arrive. She sighs and gathers what strength she has. She is exhausted and feels like she can't even move.

She sits up when the guards arrive. "Where are my clothes? I have a counteroffer. You can bring me something to wear, and then I'll come with you. I'm not going to wear your pretty bracers though, but I will give you my word that no harm will come to anyone who doesn't try to harm me first. Or you can leave me here, in which case I'll just break out. What say you?"

Re: A Daring Rescue (Part 2) by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 04 Oct 2019 00:01

Danni's sword struck home as the commander practically ran himself through as he charged after her. Her sword had pierced just deep enough to pierce the skin of his heart and cause unrepairable damage. His next heartbeat causing a gout of blood to pump out of his chest and all over Danni's back. The warm wet fluid a surprising feeling causing her to turn around and look.

Danni was only moments from being killed herself as the moment her sword struck home, his arms were up behind his head ready to strike her down. However her strike had interrupted his and left him incapable of finishing his swing.

Instead a surprised look came over his face as he dropped his sword behind his head and fell down to his knees. "You sneaky bitch." Were his last words as he fell to the ground and took his last strained breath before his heart stopped.

Danni knew she still had guards to deal with by the feeling of the hard kick in her back that caused her to fall to the ground. She rolled and came up to see two guards bearing down with their swords drawn. She would again have to leave herself open if she wanted to gain her feet.

The two guards moved in another step before both suddenly dropped to the ground with arrows sticking straight out of the back of their skulls. When they fell Danni could see a small group of men heading her direction with the greatest swordsman ever at the lead.

He strode forward while the enemy came at him. Each one struck down in just one blow. He would counter every attack that came at him with a move that killed each opponent swiftly and cleanly.

One enemy lost his head, while the next was disemboweled, so on and so forth until Benedict the greatest swordsman ever stood before her. "Nice move. Now let's get out of here."

"Agreed." Bishop says as he came up from behind Danni and then gave Benedict a nod. Both being great swordsman whether they were close enough to want to hug each other or not. They were on the battlefield and they nodded to each other and then Bishop continued. "Danni, my father Benedict, Benedict my friend Danni."

Kieryn awoke some time later as expected stranded in a prison cell. At least she wasn't dead could be the only thing to be said about her condition. Her head hurt almost as much as her body. She must have hit her head when she went down. There was a large lump when Kieryn reached up to feel her head. She could feel where her hair was matted from the blood that had leaked from the wound and dried up in her hair.

She was also surprised to find herself stripped of "all" of her belongings. Alone and naked in a cell in pain and hurt. She wasn't certain how long she had been in there but there was a plate of food that looked like it had mold on it. So either the prisoners here were served moldy bread and cheese or she had been unconscious for some time again.

Kieryn had run herself hard and done the enemy a lot of damage hopefully something good will come from all she had done. Maybe, she would even live long enough to find out what had happened in the battle.

Kieryn could hear a guard or someone coming up the hall toward her cell. There were multiple sets of footsteps. Kieryn thought she could count at least 4 men.

As she expected 4 men appeared shortly, the first appeared and spoke to her directly. "Stand up and come forward, we are taking you to have your wounds cleaned and checked than you will be dressed and taken before Benedict to tell your story. Put your hands forward." He says while holding shackles up to put on her.

Guess who's back
ShadowMaster419ShadowMaster419 03 Oct 2019 20:55
in discussion OOC / OOC » Guess who's back

Guess who's back. It's the DM.

So sorry about the delay guys. I am currently staying in an apartment that I rented for 30 days during my travels got a great deal and saved a bunch of money but don't have internet there. I am just visiting my moms in Indianapolis for the day. I will be posting for everybody if I can sometime tonight.

Guess who's back by ShadowMaster419ShadowMaster419, 03 Oct 2019 20:55

Dorcman moved through the flurry of activity, seeking hidden places where others could not find him. As he approached a small copse of trees overlooking a cliff, his form began to change. His brain snapped back like a rubber band, leading the rest of his mass to do likewise. Bones snapped and rearranged themselves, skin tightened and changed texture. The transformation was surprisingly fast, as this form was the most familiar of all. Dorman Sawall’s small boyish frame hunkered down behind the trees, out of sight and out of mind of the others.

“This next part is tricky…” Dorman thought to himself; doubt creeping into his mind. “All right then! Let’s pull out the big guns!”, he said to no one in particular. Dorman was summoning the power of the Serpent to breach reality and contact his spy, a feat that required concentration and a mad plunge into Chaos. His mind twisted into ropes of madness, pulling him through the corridors of space-time. Shadows passed; giant spiders in ancient dark forests, star fields condensing into warp drive points of light. Deaths, births, the chaos of being enveloped him and washed him ashore on a watery grave. His Logrus tendril had pierced the shadow where Flyman Bugstein had travelled to. A matter of seconds later, the insect was wrapped into those tendrils, giving its mind over to its god.

“Dude! What’s going on!?” thought Dorman to the bug. Its answer was troubling; “Oi Vey! Such destruction mine god! …and the water! It’s everywhere! I saw them, the ships that did it. They destroyed Rebma! What with the big anchors and such, they dragged the city into ruins.” Dorman was so shocked he almost lost his contact with Flyman. “War!” he thought aloud. The poles of reality were at it again, though this time it looks as if the Serpent had gotten the better of the Unicorn.

There were obviously great forces at work to go against the royal family of Amber. “Also…” Dorman pondered mischievously, “what of the pattern within Rebma itself? Surely it couldn’t have been destroyed so easily.” Thoughts of madness began to bleed into his consciousness, bringing him out of his reverie. Dorman ordered some instructions to Flyman Bugstein; “Flyman. I know it’s wet, but I want you to follow the boats. At least for now. Let me know when they reach port….wherever that would be.”

Dorman broke the contact. There was no need to let go of the Logrus so soon however. A lot of information was needed to be gathered and danger was all about him, here so close to Castle Amber. He allowed the tendrils of his Logrus to enter his mouth. Swallowing them, they reached into his brain, exiting through his senses. Dorman could see, smell, hear, taste, and feel the extremities of this reality. He briefly thought about the pattern again, then decided to move toward the forest Arden, following his heightened senses and awareness.

Dorman gets mischievous by Dorman SaywallDorman Saywall, 02 Oct 2019 17:50
Re: OOC 2
battleboozebattlebooze 25 Sep 2019 05:12
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

While I thought that Han dying was fine for the story, I don't like how it happened.

What should have happened was that Han would go "unarmed" to talked with Kylo while holding down on the trigger of a thermal detonator. Then, after Han dies, he fall back and the detonator goes off. Kylo uses the force to deflect most of the explosion but gets a nasty scar or loses a hand…

That would have been a satisfactory ending for Han Solo.

Re: OOC 2 by battleboozebattlebooze, 25 Sep 2019 05:12
Re: OOC 2
GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC 25 Sep 2019 04:51
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

Or was that Han who got run through and fell off of a catwalk. So confusing.

Re: OOC 2 by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 25 Sep 2019 04:51
Re: OOC 2
battleboozebattlebooze 25 Sep 2019 04:26
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

Ding ding ding! RINALLLLDOOOO…..

Yea, I doubt that was Luke. Sure, it could have been him, but the whole deal between the pair was that Rinaldo would "play" the King some of the time so Luke could screw around and enjoy himself. The "Luke" who died was bored and alone…

Re: OOC 2 by battleboozebattlebooze, 25 Sep 2019 04:26
Re: OOC 2
MZ3MZ3 25 Sep 2019 03:23
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

Unless there is both a Luke and a Rinaldo, or was, because one surely bit the proverbial dust.

Re: OOC 2 by MZ3MZ3, 25 Sep 2019 03:23
Re: OOC 2
GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC 25 Sep 2019 03:18
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

Luke's dead.

He got the same treatment Philip got, except it wasn't Longshanks who finished him off.

Re: OOC 2 by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 25 Sep 2019 03:18
Re: OOC 2
battleboozebattlebooze 25 Sep 2019 02:09
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

I hope we're still going.

I'm still waiting for Luke to show up.

Re: OOC 2 by battleboozebattlebooze, 25 Sep 2019 02:09

Death Sentence # 247

As Harlyn’s new eyes shot open, a violent jolt of electricity hit. His legs and hands strained and clenched against the thick leather straps holding them in place. The waves of electric pain pulsed, becoming Harlyn’s new reality. After a minute they stopped. Harlyn could smell something burning. He knew it was his own skin.

Harlyn was facing a bay window, of which he could only see a reflection of himself, a prisoner, strapped into an executioners electric chair.

“Tough bastard. Give him more.” Said a gruff voice off to the side.

Harlyn couldn’t speak or even groan with a leather lump between his teeth, his head restrained. Again, more electricity struck, for longer. His body convulsed against the current, twitching.

“He just won’t die. Maybe he expects the Governor to call.” There was some quiet laughter. “Alright, I want to go home and have a beer. Crank it and keep it on until he cooks or dies, either way we will be done.”

Tears ran down Harlyn’s face as the current turned on and stayed on, until he was washed away in a river of electric pain.

Re: Bad Starts by battleboozebattlebooze, 22 Sep 2019 20:31

Commander Lethe looked up at the holograms that were floating over everyone and could see her own in the black screen behind her second officer, Roxie Thanatos. Roxie's hair was as dark as Commander Lethe's, but her eyes were dark, and her skin a little darker than Lethe's. She looked up at the holographic form of Albert, who was in the middle of the large oval table, cut off at the thighs.

"All crew have now had their technical specialties and everything else they need to not destroy the ship uploaded from the reserve knowledge files. Each of you has had time to assimilate them."

Lethe frowned slightly. "How many more did we lose?"

"Twenty-two. None in critical roles." He said flatly.

Lethe looked back at the holograph. Or was it a hologram. She wasn't really clear on that. "What are your estimates for loss of the passengers? We have five thousand of them."

Chief Medical Officer Saburo Nishizawa answered that. He was a tall good-looking Japanese and Lethe was fairly certain that he was hitting on her whenever they were alone. She was tempted to have a go at him. "We would not be restoring technical information to them, and the losses from their hypersleep should be minimal because they did not have the constant knowledge feedback sessions we had as we slept."

"So that system was not related to the loss of our memories?"

"Correct, Commander," Nishizawa said in a voice that made almost everyone at the table who wasn't a hologram aware that Nishizawa was hitting on the Commander.

"Thank you, Doctor," Lethe said with no return of the emotion, then turned to the Chief Science Officer. "Tanvi, what do you think about the planet?"

The Indian scientist looked alarmed. "Commander, I recommend caution. Although each of us and the other officers have had their pieces of knowledge and specialties restored, and more, in some cases, none of us have any experience in using them. I know we are here to repopulate the human race, which makes our caution important. I would like to fire more unarmed drones into the atmosphere until we have mapped the planet, and ensured that those who came before us did not send us on a fool's errand. Once that is completed to my…to our approval, I would recommend sending a small team to the planet. Four people, tops. If they can survive there for a week, we could look at further steps."


Nobody had any.

"Then we'll proceed as discussed. Thank you everyone."

Re: Breakdown by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 22 Sep 2019 18:48

The doctor turned to Kenji Renraku. "Everything is working as planned so far. Medically, she is neutralized. We only touch her with gloves, after those thugs…"

"Those thugs were my men."

"They did some terrible things to her. They were thugs."

"Anyway," Renraku prodded.

"She was resistant to everything we had. We are looking at some other options, including getting her hooked on drugs, to see if dependency will work in our favor."

"She would be a wonderful operative."

"You mean assassin?" The doctor asked.

"Operative. Keep me posted on any changes. Any new news about her blood?"

"It's an unknown type. Not O, Not A or B, or any combination thereof. There are other factors, but she does not have the antigens that would suggest she is rh positive."

"So she is negative then?"

"Yes, but we tested her blood with rh positive, on a hunch. She didn't have the reaction that an rh negative recipient will have if given rh+ blood."

"How is that possible?"

"It's not."

"Thank you, doctor." Renraku had to go speak to his staff.

Re: Breakdown by GeorgeMSCGeorgeMSC, 22 Sep 2019 01:20

Stumble in the Jungle.

Harlyn’s first instinct upon awakening was to scream. He was in agony, wherever the hell he was. He looked up, and everything was green. Green trees. Green leaves. Green vines. Green moss. Even the camouflage he wore was green on dark green on even darker green. It was hot and still, oppressively hot. He was in some hell hole of a jungle. From his uniform he could see that he was a soldier. A weapon, some kind of complicated mechanical firearm rested on the ground next to him.

His agony came from two sources. His left foot was the more obvious issue. Struggling to sit up, Harlyn saw blood stained sharpened bamboo spikes sticking though the top of his shoe. Now that he was sitting, he could see the shallow pit trap his host must have stepped into. In this man’s memory, he could hear the words. Punji sticks.

The other thing bothering him was that nearly every inch of his body was covered in stinging red welts. This man had stepped into the Punji sticks, then stumbled onto a biting ant nest. He must have gone into shock at the pain of the bites and his impaled foot.

At least the man was in excellent physical condition, aside from these injuries. Taking over this body would put Harlyn’s Chaos born shapeshifting gifts into play. It might not be pleasant or easy, but Harlyn was sure he would survive this bad start.

Harlyn rolled away from the ant nest, suffering with the pain as he knocked the little red bastards off him. He started to take off his shoe, needing to remove the spikes before trying to heal further.

That is when Harlyn saw the other guy. The new guy was twenty feet away, on the other side of the little jungle clearing they both occupied.

The man was short and thin, dressed in a light fabric shirt, wearing loose pants and sandals. The little guy was dressed far more appropriately than Harlyn was. In the little man’s eyes, a whole story could be seen. The little guy stared with both hate and pity at Harlyn, aiming his own firearm Harlyn’s way. They both remained silent as they stared at each other, only the jungle sounds around them.

Harlyn nodded and closed his eyes.

The sound of automatic weapon fire filled the jungle and Harlyn was once again drifting without a body.

Bad Starts by battleboozebattlebooze, 22 Sep 2019 00:46
Re: OOC 2
MZ3MZ3 21 Sep 2019 20:25
in discussion OOC / OOC » OOC 2

Flu shots and hair cuts are the current order of the day here.

Re: OOC 2 by MZ3MZ3, 21 Sep 2019 20:25
Re: OOC 2
battleboozebattlebooze 21 Sep 2019 20:15
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I hope everyone is having a good weekend. We all got busy at the same time.

Re: OOC 2 by battleboozebattlebooze, 21 Sep 2019 20:15

The room i only in slight disarray, as there is not a lot to mess up in here. A blanket is tossed on the floor. Some spilled water by the back of the door. A few cracks here and there.

Xander is sitting on the bed. When the guard walks up, He stands and listens to him. He has a hopeful look in his eyes, and seems much calmer after hearing hus voice.

"Your voice….rocks. Not like the evil usses at all. And him?" He nods and walks over with the first guard over to the second.

"Say something. So I know you're not…one of them." he asks the second guard.

If and when the second guard responds, Xander smiles, nods and plays an air guitar.

"Station! You're not like the ones who speak in the walls. The ones who spoke lie and want to destroy and stop us from forming. They won't shut up." he points to the wall that he heard his Father from…hoping that Corwin was listening to his tirade and will play along.

It doesn't really matter what he says or does. All that matters is as soon as the second guard is distracted…Xander will knock both guards heads together to knock them out. He knows his own strength and knows how much force to use to only render them unconscious….not kill them. Once they are both down….he will search them for keys or passes….take any weapons they have…and then lock them back in his room…and go over to hid father's cell to free him.

If they do not go down or there are more guards outside…he will have to fight them before he can get to his Father.

Before any alarms are sounded.

Either way…he does hs best to take them by surprise, put them down…frisk them…and get out the door.

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