The Steel Tsar's page

The steam bubble explodes, casting JRHM backwards

HUUUAAARGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

The steam clears, showing the Tsar. Flames blaze from his hollow eyes as he lifts his ruined buzzsaw hand ....

..... now with the Cleaver fused into its wreckage

The abomination steps forward, every footfall an earthquake

NOW ... YOU ... ALL ... DIE!

AND FOR EVIL MUAHAHAHA!

The pseudopod of coherent water latches onto the Steel Tsar, slamming him to the ground

BRAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!

The Tsar opens up with his fusion flame cannon, flashing a huge cloud of steam around him

YOU ... WILL ... PAY ... FOR ... YOUR ... INSOLENCE!

The Champion of Wind flies after the Steel Tsar and slashes him with JRHM's vorpal blade. It strikes true despite her inexperience. The behemoth roars and accelerates

YOUR ... ELEMENT ... HAS ... LOST ... AND ... MY ...MASTER ...REIGNS ... SUPREME!

Seeing the Thieving Wasp with the Cleaver, the Tsar ignites his rocket and flies at the diminutive insect. Swatting the insect with his ruined buzzsaw, he shoots a strange ray from is flaming eyes, holding the wasp fast. He shoots quickly away.

HAHAHAHA!!!! I ... HAVE ... THE ... CLEAVER!

The Tsar's left buzzsaw catches JRHM's vorpal sword, the circular blade ripping to shreds from the keen magical blade

RAUUUUUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He sweeps his right buzzsaw across JRHM's midsection

The rain of bullets and grenades rip into the Tsar, staggering him before the Bard unleashes a tsunami of ice and water upon his bulk. Huge rents form in his armor, but the massive construct begins to glow red-hot, flashing the ice into white-hot steam as it touches him. The armored behemoth roars:

FOOL! ... NONE ... CAN ... STAND ... AGAINST ... FIRE!

The Tsar's hand buzzsaws whine and chuckle as he cleaves the unmelted ice aside

The howling winds strike the Steel Tsar, slowing its progress, but never quite stopping it

WIND ... SHALL ... NOT ... STOP ... ME

The metal abomination grates in his booming tone

The animate armored terror advances on the Bard and the Jack-Jills

YOU ... WILL ... ALL ... DIE

sheets of star-hot flame gout from his stomach cannon

Warriors ..come out and plaaaaaaay! :)

*looks at the Tsar*

"Stand down or face rusting away to nothing under a deluge of sea-water."

A sound like old brake pads slamming together at high speed echoes from the Steel Tsar

YOU ... CANNOT ... STAND ... BEFORE .. ME ... FOOL

The animate armor suit raises his buzzsaw hands and clashes them together in a grinding squeal of metal. His eyes flame red.

Prolly halt it there, until laters ..

The immense black animate armor suit raises his buzzsaw hands

MASTER ... I ... STAND ... READY ... TO ... DO ... THY ... BIDDING

I am in an out today doing housework. Will pop in here and there ..

Turns to this strange newcomer

WHAT ... ELEMENT ... DO ...YOU ...SERVE?

The Steel Tsar enters through the wards the dracolich set up. It clanks to where the undead beast lies on the rogue's treasure

MASTER ... I ... FAILED ... MY ... MISSION ...

The construct's neck metal seems to flow back together as fast as the Masked Rogue can sever it. It seems to have immense power in this thread.

YOU ... WILL ... DIE ... THIEF

The bullet from PJ's elephant hunting .501 Nitro Express shotgun blows a huge hole in the construct ......

...which flows together rapidly

The construct laughs, a sound like rusty nails on slate

MY ... POWER ... COMES ... FROM ... YOU ... I ... AM ... YOUR ... NEMESIS

The small cannon that pokes from the Steel Tsar's stomach sprays blinding flame all through the Jack's living room. The entire room catches fire

The red eyes of the Steel Tsar blaze. It negligently spins a backhanded blow to Acme and saws him in half. As the bisected robot falls to the floor the construct continues to attempt to dislodge the Masked Rogue

DIE ... DIE ... KILL

The large suit of armor ripsaws into Malice Jack, opening him like a tin can. It turns to the Masked Rogue

DIE ... THIEF ... THE ... MASTER ... WILLS ... IT

The large animate armor clanks forward, buzzsaw hands at full revolution

A loud sound like the whistle of a descending bomb begins to fill the Jack's clubhouse. Suddenly, a large black suit of armor emblazoned with a red hammer and sickle bursts through the ceiling, smashing through all the floors of the clubhouse until it lands smack dab in the middle of the Jack's living room.

JACKS ... YOUR ... DOOM ... IS ... NIGH

The large armor suit fires up two circular buzzsaws that serve it as hands and begins trashing the place.

AS ... YOU ... COMMAND ... MY ... MASTER

The Steel Tsar fires his back rocket and flys straight for the Jack's Clubhouse

The Steel Tsar appears in a burst of flame

WHAT ... IS ... THY ... BIDDING ... MY ... MASTER?

The construct follows the dracolich

I ... OBEY ... MASTER

The construct glows in the dracoliches' heat

YOU ... ARE ... THE ... FLAME ... I ... AM ... YOUR ... CHAMPION

The construct turns to the dracolich .. His eyes blaze

MASTER He booms out, kneeling before the undead dragon

The construct wades through the mithril thorned vines, hacking as he goes. Scratches in his armor appear and rents, but they seem to repair themselves as fast as they appear. The thing's stolen power is very strong.

The stomach cannon the construct sports belches forth a searing ray of flame. It washes over the PlantJack's tendrils, shriveling them with fusion-like temperatures

JACKS ... WILL ... BE ... DESTROYED

The construct strains mightily. The PlantJack almost feels as if it is fighting against itself. The construct throbs with stolen Jack thread energy

YOU ... WILL ... DIE

The construct booms out in a loud hollow voice. Its saw hands slice vine after vine off PlantJack

The animate armor suit thuds forwards, spinning its circular buzzsaw hand weapons. It slices deep into the Plantjack's fibery hide

The construct takes a step

I ..LIVE