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Weird

*flips the byrd*

Now!

I like flipping the Byrd

flips

Well, chances are the dude won't even come around where I am. He's a Vice Admiral.

But still, it would have been nice to know before hand. Just in case.

Attention on deck!

*WRRAAAWWWKKK!* I thought he'd never leave.

Now, where are my minions, errr... I mean troops?

Gark the Goblin wrote:

Phantom post.

Is there any better place for a phantom post?

Ghost of Amrial Byrd flies over

Any place is fine by me!

David Fryer wrote:

Too late.

Can I be a fan of Gary today then Erik tomorrow?

Why yes. Yes you can.

A Spirit of Wind rises

We defend this Place...

The ghost of a vrock flies overhead

After sweeping across the wendigo lines the Admiral directs his remaining forces towards the new threat, the strange Defectives. He leads the charge himself, expecting this to be the last battle for the Fleet. But to die is to fly free.

SCRREEEEEEEECHHH!

The numbers of vrock diminished, the undead beast out of reach, the Admiral surveys the battle. Things are not going well. He's never been one to cower, nor are the vrock he's had the honor to command. He orders the attack on the wendigo hoarde.

SCREEEEEEECH!

Dropping out of the sky, in best undead-lord fashion, and waaaay out of reach of Aunt Esmerelda's normal ability to turn undead or her most dangerous spells, the dread lord comes, riding on a fell beast and laying about him with a great two handed sword.

Injured kittens and eagles start raining out of the sky, until they fall back to the middle air, trapped in the narrow zone between him and the wendigo.
The casualties are not as bad as it first seemed, but the mobility of the kittens and eagles has been greatly hampered.

SCREEEEE!

The Skies will not belong to you Foul One! Vrock! Attack!

A large formation of birds appear on the horizon, winging swiftly towards the battlefront.

Onwards my brothers! Onward goes the Fleet! Crush the defectives in your talons and rip their flesh with your beaks!

Brothers, may I suggest that the owl seal the Place of Winds behind us? He can reopen it when we return vrock-torious.

My talons stand ready!

SCREEEEEEEE!

Wind, Earth and Sea! The Powers are set free!

Evil stands alone. Several aspects, but not as one.

Unity is the blade by which Evil is put to rest.

The threads of the Board is how it will be bound.

SCREEEEEEEEE!

The Vrock repeats...

SCREEEEEEEE!

Wind, Earth and Sea! The Powers are set free!

Evil stands alone. Several aspects, but not as one.

Unity is the blade by which Evil is put to rest.

The threads of the Board is how it will be bound.

SCREEEEEEEEE!

SCREEEEEEEEEE!

A goddess long imprisoned has sown the seeds of her escape. This goddess uses guile as her sword, corrupting others to do her bidding. Using forbidden elemental knowledge she empowered a Champion as an agent of Death and Destruction. All the while hiding herself within an innocent, lest she be discovered. Evil is her name, and many flock to her banner of war.

The Earth intervened before the Evil one's magic was complete within the body of the warrior. Weaving spells of True Magic, the corrupted warrior was empowered as a Champion of Life. Perhaps this was to keep the battle trapped within his body. We know not for sure.

Soon afterwards a Champion of the Boards attempted to free the innocent one of her curse using other ancient knowledge. Things did not go as planned. This Champion was trapped along with the Evil within the mind of the innocent. Powerful wards keep them both. The innocent one's mind has been freed, and knowledge of her past has become known. Whether this is for good or ill is not known.

The Earth and Winds warn us that these events are an attempt to undo Balance. Evil seeks dominion over all. Other evil ones seek the knowledge-that-has-been-revealed.

It is time for Wind, Sea and Earth to act. Earth has already chosen a Champion, tainted though it may be. The Winds warn that we must act, but that we should choose wisely our path.

Elder! A storm that is not a storm approaches!

Be cautious my brethren....

Rawk! The Winds counsel me not to make the many obvious double entendres that are calling out to me, and paining me in my restraint.

Rawk!
We hear these things, and yet none come to us for counsel. What shall we do, brethren?

Beware the Evil that comes in supplication.

Evil seeks to control the Winds and the Earth. That is not to be.

Neither Evil nor Good can have dominion. That is the Balance struck at the beginning of Time.

Brothers! The Winds warn of another crossing! We must take counsel!

*Flies in*

KC is gone. He sacrificed himself to keep the Goddess trapped. It was the only way....
I must rest.

So it falls to you to deliver unto us the sacrificial cow. SCREEEECH!

Mmmmmmm...beefy

All hail the Winds!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

We have three yeahs...not exactly a quorum. Raik! I feel we should wait for more of the Brethren.

Is this call to war impetuous? True, the earth calls, but the Winds will blow, war or no war, victory or defeat. Is it not our call to keep the Place of the Winds and to dispense the wisdom of the Winds?
Aaaayyyyrup!

I have flown over the lands and found that the threat of war has diminished.

Perhaps the foolish have discovered that they cannot fight the Wind?

So do the Guardians of the Winds go to war? I have the Fleet assembled.

Who are demon lord pretenders and goddesses, but a part of the Cycle? Their wars provide food to the Earth. The cries and taunts provide strength to the Winds.

Their crime is to ignore their place in all things and to pay homage to that which they serve.

And with one last large blast off wind the Admiral has done his fart. Errr...his part.

The form of the gull or raven is visible in the cloud but something is 'different'... The winds... They tell of changes...

Perhaps we need more nachos?

I have much wind to add. I ate too many nachos.

Do not fight the fart, Admiral Byrd! It will only add to the powers of the Winds! Begins breathing through the mouth.

laughing too hard to reply....

Mighty King! We may have made a mistake in accepting nachos.

Birds can't fart! Ohhh, the pain.......

Still, I will add my voice to the call. SCRRREEEEEEEEEEECH!

Did someone say goats?

Perhaps if we call to the missing wing directly it will find its own way to us?

Admiral Byrd wrote:

Kobold Cleaver wrote:

Don't worry, guys, they're currently attacking an illusion at the Palace of Winds. Those wind guys are pretty clever.

And they're losing!

Nah, see, the wind guys aren't fighting. They put up a nice illusion, very powerful, that makes the Borg think they're fighting against the Wind guys. They aren't, though.

Meant it that the borg guys are losing. And the illusion didn't even contain but a small fraction of our avian forces.

Guess I didn't make that clear. :)

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Don't worry, guys, they're currently attacking an illusion at the Palace of Winds. Those wind guys are pretty clever.

And they're losing!

Enjoys watching the robot creatures interacting with the illusions

Good strategy good king. Your magic is indeed powerful if it can confuse machines.

I think he led the squadron of attack seagulls/pigeons in the Toyota car commercial from a couple of years ago.

Get the Fleet into position! Prepare to repel 'board'-ers!

The collective shows up and installs a watch station, They also send out drones to survey the area for useful Substances

Surveys the strange device with the blinking lights.

This is no avian device. Perhaps it is some sort of food dispenser.

Begins pecking at the strange box. After only one hit it crumbles into a smoldering pile of circuit boards.

Is this what the landwalkers call a pinata?

EDIT: Ninja'd

Have I come to the right place? The winds here are different from the other realms.