The Vulture King calls out, ”Zaidel, no! He swoops down, trying to avoid the shadows. Once reaching Zaidel he channels healing energy into the man.
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"One of the boners with a blade got me hun, I don't know how much more I can help." She says apologetically.
Alyssa's eyes go big as she sees the woman. "Ok, hold on, let me see that," she says, immediately going to look at the wound. She begins inspecting it, then rips off the sleeve of the woman's shirt.
"Alright, let me bind this,[/b]" she says.
"I don't particularly like it when a woman thinks she's in charge." He says inappropriately and apropos of nothing.
As the rest of the group moves to obey Alyssa as best they can the construction worker holds Alyssa's gaze with an uncomfortably direct and unblinking stare.
Unfortunately, as Alyssa attempts to bind and cleanse the wound as best she can, the construction worker appears, making an inappropriate comment. She speaks.
"I don't care who's in charge," she says, meeting his gaze with an equally unblinking stare. "Right now, we have to get these people off the streets, before more die. Will you help?"
The older woman moans as Alyssa bandages her wound but seems grateful for the life saving attention.
The group picks up on the construction workers hostile mien and seems worried but they work to fulfill Alyssa's orders in the meantime.
Th construction worker glares at Alyssa while tapping the flat of his jeweled dagger against the back of the fingernails of his other hand.
Click. Click. Click.
When Alyssa refuses to back down he frowns.
"The main keep is huge, that is probably the best place to house the refugees." He reluctantly informs her.
"Doubt the Gunshuu will let us in though." He continues, accepting Alyssa's authority.
Zaidel gasps for air once again, and a horrible realization dawns upon the warrior.
"Oh, man..not again..", whimpers Zaidel.
Looking up, the big warrior eyes flash wide open: the shadows are still here.
Zaidel wasn't sure how it happened, but it came from his gut. Like a long held breathe that was finally released. As it moved up his his body, a feeling of release and anger rose with it.
God-D@mned shadows! I'd wish they'd leave us alone!!
The surge of power and frustration moved from his throat to his mouth. Zaidel shouted up from the rooftop to the shadows above.
... It was almost insulting honestly. How all these people sprung into action in order to fight against these shadows. The godling and the god fighting together, back to back against this deadly shadows, whilst the martial artist was battling against a giant worm that could devastate the city single-handedly if not stopped. All whilst more exploding skeletons fell from the sky to massacre its inhabitants... yet not once did they stop and actually ask him to help.
Then again, these individuals didn’t seem to have much, if any, knowledge about who he was, or how he operated. So quite frankly he couldn’t entirely blame them for this... and then again, even those people who did have knowledge of himself would probably struggle to understand what made him decide to step in and join a fight, and what made him decide not to do so. Hence why he wasn’t insulted by the fact that they hadn’t directly asked him for his aid. That, and he didn’t really care anyway.
Still... it seemed that this battle was not going to be without some interest... there always were people whom seemed invested in taking him out, and killing him for one reason or another. So when this cigar smoking, leather-jacket wearing Stranger turned up, ignoring the chaos and battle around them in order to focus entirely on him... calling him out and stating that he was out for his head. It was almost impressive how calm and brave he was. This Stranger undoubtedly knew his reputation, and from his own words, knew just how much of a challenge it would be to actually kill him... yet. The Stranger was still willing to try.
Hence, Nameless stood away from the wall he was leaning against. Grabbing the lamppost that was his weapon and resting it against his shoulder, as he replied to the question asked to him. “What is your name?” For those who challenged him, despite knowing who he was... Nameless liked to remember them.
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"Doubt the Gunshuu will let us in though." He continues, accepting Alyssa's authority.
She nods to the man, acknowledging his acquiescence with a thankful gaze. "We'll just have to make them," she says in response to his statements. "Come on, we'll think of a how on the way," she adds, and immediately starts calling out, organizing groups and herding everyone towards the main keep.
"Injured towards the center, everyone, come on, let's get moving! Towards the keep, we're going, that's right, come on, let's go! We've got a fair bit to walk and not a lot of time to get there!"
The Vulture King swoops down, and once more imparts some of his divine essense into Zaidel, filling the warrior with holy power.
The now invigorated swordsman rises to his feet, unleashing a mighty bellow, that wracks the shadows with a deafening blast of pure sonic energy. However, the force of the shout is much more potent that even Zaidel was expecting, and he obliterates all of his foes.
As Alyssa leads her large rag tag group of injured towards the keep, she sees Liriiestil up ahead, exiting a side street with his own motley crew. He easily spots his friend, and heads towards her.
"I see you're doing the same thing, gathering the townsfolk and trying to keep them safe. I've found about thirty so far, but I'm not sure where to take them. Any suggestions?"
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Alyssa's face lights up when she spots Liriiestil, and she flashes him a grateful, albeit worn smile.
"I've got word that the main keep up ahead should be big enough to hold everyone," she shouts to him over the cries of the mob.
"Are there any fighters in your group? I've got a baker up front, a wizard on the flanks, and that man and I have been watching the rear," , "but we've got several wounded and the ones I've got are tiring," she gives Lirriestil as a quick appraisal.
Zaidel staggers to his feet, his body still shaken by the arcane and divine energies that just funneled through him. With shaky hands, the big warrior picks up his longsword and shield. Gazing up at his avian friend, Zaidel asks, "Are..you okay....?"
The Vulture King nods at Zaidel, "I have not been better. I suppose I should tell you my theory of your divine spark. Divine blood seems to flow through you, blood of both physical and arcane might. I believe that you just cast a spell as a manifestation of that arcane blood. Who knows, you may be able to do it again." The Vulture King raises his hand to the sky, a javelin of divine power coalescing in it. He then says, "Well then young one, shall we go kill that giant worm?
"Uhhh", utters Zaidel, trying to grasp the conclusion V.K. came to.
"Uh..yeah! But I want to talk about this later. Don't let me forget!"
Taking a few moments to stretch unsteady muscles, the big warrior nods, "Can I get a lift?"
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"Roland, Roland King." The Gunslinger introduces himself to Nameless. "I'll make it quick..."
In an instant Roland's heavy black revolvers are in his hands, roaring and spitting death at the Nameless Warrior. He fires one shell from each of his oversized guns which drill through the air at the legendary warrior.
As Alyssa and the Elf King make their way up the central boulevard toward the massive central fortress they see that an entire battalion of Gunshuu are embedded on the fortress walls to defend the main keep, while they are adding ballistic fire against the invading monsters the main gates are still sealed shut and they do nothing to help the besieged citizens below.
"Told ya the Nobs don't care about us." Says the construction worker in a tone halfway between a nasty I-Told-You-So and comradely sympathy for the group's unfortunate circumstances.
Liriiestil draws himself up fully, and shouts "I am Summer King Liriiestil of Tauressere, and I come leading refugees of the city. I seek sanctuary for them!!'
Liriiestil draws himself up fully, and shouts "I am Summer King Liriiestil of Tauressere, and I come leading refugees of the city. I seek sanctuary for them!!'
There is some furtive whispering within, then the grand gates slowly rise, beckoning the refugees into it's spacious halls.
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After the doors open, Alyssa shoots the Construction worker a wicked smile that says No, I told you so,.
Alyssa then rushes up next to John, and whispers "We'll have to get care for the wounded, and safe harbor while we are here. Do you think you can convince them of that?"
The words themselves may have been cause for offence from another, but coming from mouth of Alyssa, it seems like a genuine question, laced with concern, yet not presumptuous, not sarcastic. Just a question.
Lir shoots the construction worker a self satisfied smirk. "You were saying?"
Turning to Alyssa, he replies. "I shall do my best, of course. But, I would like to return to searching for refugees as soon as possible. Once I do, you'll be in charge here, OK?"
He looks back to the man with the sour attitude. "Do me a favor? Try not to be so negative, and help Alyssa out, yeah? There's a bit of an undead apocalypse happening in the city right now, and we among the living don't need to be butting heads."
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John: " He looks back to the man with the sour attitude. "Do me a favor? Try not to be so negative, and help Alyssa out, yeah? There's a bit of an undead apocalypse happening in the city right now, and we among the living don't need to be butting heads.""
Alyssa: "We have reached an agreement, correct?""
The Vulture King nods at Zaidel and says, "Flight will not even be necessary." He places a hand on Zaidel's shoulder and says, "I have not tried this before. Let us see how it goes." With that, he teleports himself and Zaidel closer to the worm.
The construction worker's sour look deepens as the pair sarcastically rebuke him for being wrong about the Gunshuu but when Alyssa steps forward he pauses for a moment then nods in agreement.
"My best chance of surviving anyhow..." He mumbles under his breath.
While the mighty blow tears through Kei's defenses, the martial artist is able to ward off the vile poison the worm attempts to inject him with.
The Vulture King launches his divine javelin at the worm, "Die, fell beast!"
As The Vulture King and Zaidel flash near the hulking black worm, the big warrior passes on what he knows about the monster.
"Magic arrows didn't pierce it's hide. Hopefully magic longswords fair better! Good luck!"
Zaidel then jumps upon the gargantuan undead, unsheathing his longsword as his flips to land upon it and attack.
Alyssa returns the nod as the man acknowledges their agreement, and turns back to the arriving Gunshuu, as they enter the building.
Fulling armed and armored with long swords and steel plate the squad of ten Gunshuu that arrive to greet Alyssa and her motley crew of citizens never the less look more confuse than authoritarian.
"Uh...How can we help mamzel?" The sergeant in charge asks hesitantly.
Meanwhile, outside, the battle rages between worm and warriors.
The godld vulture blasts the vile creature with pure divine energy, but Zaidel's attack fails to penetrate it's thick hide.
In retaliation, it unleashes it's own wave of unholy energy, healing itself some, as well as damaging it's foes.
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Saren's loud snores didn't bother anyone, what with the chaos of the Undead invasion, and he napped away in the big branches of a tree grown along the margins of a main boulevard as decoration.
His ears twitched at the sound of each explosion of energy and vicious impact from the battle of the heroes and the dark Nightwalker but nothing seemed to wake him.
Babey hopped up into the tree and alighted on Saren's chest.
"Wake up you idiot! It's an apocalypse!" She yelled in Saren's face.
His eyes drooply opened then shot wide in surprise.
"By the Dark Gods of Chaos!" He exclaimed. "What the hell are you, a grasshopper with breasts?"
Babey frowned in annoyance.
"Listen you empty headed idiot, I got separated from my friends in the excitement and I need you to escort me back, you don't look particularly busy, can I get some help?"
Saren scratched his nose as he considered.
"I was just napping before my duel, but I have some time to kill, I'll help you. Honestly I'm a little surprised you're even still around, it seems like there haven't been any posts about you in a while." Saren commented as he rose and stretched.
Babey hopped on his head as he yawned and pointed to the distance battle.
"Come on you fourth wall breaking idiot, It's time I helped my friends!"
Saren shrugged then hopped out of the tree.
"Everyone is so busy these days, does no one respect a good nap anymore?" He sighed.
Roland King... now that was a name he knew.
A bounty hunter of legendary status, whose skill with firearms was respected not just within this word, but across multiple different worlds. Roland’s deeds and abilities were amongst some of the greatest of all times, even coming close to rivalling his own talents at times. Through with just how long it had been since he had come across a challenge that necessitated him to push himself to the very limit of his abilities, he honestly did not entirely know just where his limitations may lie. Hence it was quite difficult for him to gauge just how much of a challenge an opponent might be on their reputation alone.
As it was, however... there was a more important fact involved at this moment in time. “Roland King... lover of the Seer of Apogee...” He would muse, even as he seemed to flicker before the gunslinger’s eyes. The two bullets passing harmlessly through the warrior without harming him in the slightest. “Curious that Apogee Society appears again...” There was the possibility that this was a mere coincidence of course. That it was simple happenstance that Roland would be sent for his head, regardless of how the group he was travelling with seemed tied to the Apogee Society as well... but he very much doubted that this was the case. “Are you the type to never abandon a mission?”
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"Uh...How can we help mamzel?" The sergeant in charge asks hesitantly.
Rather than wait for the guards to come, Alyssa confidently strides towards them. As she nears, she speaks.
"We have wounded. Take them to medical bay, or whatever," she starts, "and see that they are cared for. Secondly, my people need safe place to stay. Food and water would be greatly appreciated, as well. Finally," she stops and pauses for a second "I'd like to speak to someone in charge." she says nervously.
“Are you the type to never abandon a mission?”
Roland rolled the lit cigar in his mouth to the left side of his harsh grin.
"Not once it's taken. And a mission for Kammella? I'll do anything for that angel."
Roland pulls back the hammers of his pistols with each thumb.
"And I always succeed, I always complete my mission... eventually."
Rather than wait for the guards to come, Alyssa confidently strides towards them. As she nears, she speaks.
"We have wounded. Take them to medical bay, or whatever," she starts, "and see that they are cared for. Secondly, my people need safe place to stay. Food and water would be greatly appreciated, as well. Finally," she stops and pauses for a second "I'd like to speak to someone in charge." she says nervously.
The sergeant barks orders for his troops to perform Alyssa's suggestions, as they move to begin he turns back to Alyssa.
"We report directly to the Prince, Devlan. Uh...but we don't know where he is right now."
The sergeant informs her, seeming almost sheepish.
Alyssa pauses, for a moment. "Who's commanding the defense right now?"
The sergeant's cheeks flush but he says nothing. It becomes clear that the lackluster defense of the city and its citizens has more to do with incompetence than malice.
An entire army who's command structure entirely relies on one man's orders? Seems like typical dictator nonsense.
Unfortunate, but not exactly unusual. He knew that even with Roland’s apparent age, it was quite normal for people to cling tightly to some type of moral code. Some sense of honour and conduct, a grounding force to keep the endless march of time from driving them to insanity. Being that insanity quite frankly wasn’t the most enjoyable experience, he couldn’t exactly blame people for trying to avoid it either. As it was, he would just shrug in reply.
“Then I’ll have to convince Kammella to call you off.” Being that he would rather not deal with such a talented and experienced gunslinger after his head at this moment in time, he would flick his hand forwards. Launching the lamppost like a spear towards Roland’s head, fully intending on knocking him out so that other threats could be dealt with.
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Though the Nameless Warrior is trying to be gentle the lamppost hits Roland between the eyes with such force that his head explodes, scattering bits of skull and brain matter in a wide arc behind the gunslinger.
His headless body stays erect for a moment the topples with an almost comic slowness, like a mighty tree sawed through in the forest.
The unstoppable force that is the Nameless Warrior cuts down another legendary figure with ease.
He blinked.
Once... twice... before a great sigh would echo forth from his body.
“I got to stop doing that.” He grouched, shaking his head in frustration as the lamppost came spinning back to his hand. As he lifted up his hand to catch it, however, a thought swiftly came to mind... the Vulture King proclaimed himself to be a god, and from what he could tell, that was actually a true fact. And whilst it wasn’t always their domain, the power to bring the dead back to life was one of the most common of their abilities...
Okay, admittedly he himself had that power. But it tends to be rather draining, and he had the suspicion that the others might be quite interested to learn more about the Apogee Society, considering how they seemed to be linked to it. So it would be a much better use of his time for him to direct the Vulture King to the resurrection of the legendary gunslinger, and to do that, their current opponent would have to be dealt with. So as the lampost entered into his hand, he would use the momentum to swiftly redirect it and send it spinning towards that giant worm.
Going full Deadly Aim for a -6 penalty to attack and a +18 bonus to damage.
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The sergeant's cheeks flush but he says nothing. It becomes clear that the lackluster defense of the city and its citizens has more to do with incompetence than malice.
An entire army who's command structure entirely relies on one man's orders? Seems like typical dictator nonsense.
As silence pervades the room, Alyssa lets out a loud sigh, and puts her head in her hands. "What sort of simpering authoritarian baboon leaves his men aimlessly wandering about when he's gone? Even the baboons normally travel in packs!" She looks back up, puts on her best I-know-what-I'm-doing face where's a good makeup bag when you need it?, and looks directly at the sergeant.
"Your name, sir?" she asks.
After getting his name, she'll nod.
"Great, Sergeant X" she states. "You're now with me. Who's commanding the ballistae on the walls, here?"
She looks to the construction worker. "Grab the wizard, and the baker. They're now with me. Also, find the woman I was talking to earlier, and tell her she's in charge of those in the med bay. If she gets any push- back, or has any problems, she's to send for me immediately. Once you've done that, come back here. You are needed."
She looks at John. "I know you want to go back out, and I won't stop you," she says. "But we have a lot of armed men here, who could be doing something useful. Once we get this sorted out, I can provide you with some support. I- I can't do that alone. You're a king. I'm a nobody. They'll listen to you; at the very least, pick out some men and get them moving. It'll give the rest a chance to hear you, and lend to me some legitimacy as I try to get some sort of command structure set up."
She takes a big breath afterwards, as if doing something very brave.