Fools.
The lich blasts them all with mighty eldritch magics.
You cannot stop me. The only one of you three, the cow, who could ever stop me is much too weakened at this point.
After bringing the bard to Lynora-Jill, Alaina looks about at the scene of carnage. Her wasps still circle overhead, an angry buzzing horde.
What say we take council over at my place? It'd be a lot more comfortable, and we can plan strategy there.
Channels as much positive energy as she can spare to the Bard.
That sounds like a good plan, Alaina. JH, would you mind carrying me. I'm so tired, and my wings are sore.
The kitten, using powerful magics, blocks the flame directed at Frogskin and Diswiker.
"I cannot win...but there can be a stalemate!"
The kitten begins speaking words of power...
NOOOOO!!!
The lich speaks words of his own, to counter the spell.
I diswike dat countaspeww!
The counterspell is weakened...
Moo!
The cow charges the lich, and bowls him over. The counterspell fades.
The kitten finishes his spell, and Thieving Wasp (and the Cleaver)both disappear.
The cow and Diswiker do as well.
NOOO!
The dragon begins to cast a recovery spell...
"I think not. I will die here, among the last of my race (of Kitten Viking Shamans, of course), but I shall stop you for long enough! Anti-Magic Field!"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
After bringing the bard to Lynora-Jill, Alaina looks about at the scene of carnage. Her wasps still circle overhead, an angry buzzing horde.
What say we take council over at my place? It'd be a lot more comfortable, and we can plan strategy there.
Channels as much positive energy as she can spare to the Bard.
That sounds like a good plan, Alaina. JH, would you mind carrying me. I'm so tired, and my wings are sore.
*The bard sits up somewhat weakly* "What happened? All I can remember is running to help the Wasp, and then waking up to find Lynora healing me..."
Meanwhile...
Suddenly, Lynora and her friends see something shining. It is...the Cleaver. And clutching it, is the Wasp.
I...what happened? The Shaman did something to me.
Tries to grab the cleaver, but is too late
The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
<Scuttles back.>
You really need to get out of here, fast, sir...
<Tugs at bard's cloak, urgently....>
<Looks at the dragon, catches on what is happening next, and scuttles off.>
A Champion of Flame. Somehow he is powered with the Jacks' own energy. I know not how this was accomplished. He serves the dracolich. We tried to fight him with Wind and Sea, but it wasn't enough. We failed.The treant surveys the site of the recent battle. He implores the earth to provide aid to the injured. Vines and long grasses sprout from the earth and their touch heals and restores the fallen.
What evil is this that can take down the Boards themselves?
I have failed you all. The Earth has chosen poorly. (Even if I was drafted.)
Fires rockets and follows Candle Lighter
Meanwhile...
Suddenly, Lynora and her friends see something shining. It is...the Cleaver. And clutching it, is the Wasp.
I...what happened? The Shaman did something to me.
Provides a protective bubble of wind around the wasp and the Cleaver, and gently sends them flying to Club Calistria before passing out from exhaustion.
Teleports in, grabs Lynora-Jill and JH, teleports out again
Emperor7 casts Master earth and travels to the Club of Calistria. He has heard of the nectar served there.
"I must go find Db3. He is protecting my son. I will not lose anyone else!"
*runs off to the froggie ponds, invisible of course.*
Powerful crosscurrents of winds suddenly come whipping into the thread.
An ancient avian creature, fierce of mien and piercing of eye, swoops in on one of the winds and perches on blasted tree at the edge of an empty battlefield. He scans in all directions. He lifts his wings and gathers the Winds in preparation.
Hey, where did my dot go?
Turns to see the Pteradon King has joined him.
What do you seek?
AWWRK!
A smiling face hides a poison heart!
GRAWK!
There is the smell of treachery in the Winds my bretheren!
AWWRK!
Be forewrned!
A smiling face? A poison heart? Oh dear...could it be?
I'm going to consult the Winds.
Turns to see the Pteradon King has joined him.
What do you seek?
I seek truth. The strange natterings of this world are disrupting the harmony of the multiverse.
AWWRK!
A smiling face hides a poison heart!
GRAWK!
There is the smell of treachery in the Winds my bretheren!
AWWRK!
Be forewrned!
There are two smiling faces, only one is poisoned. Beware that you do not choose falsely.
The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
The kittens are under my protection foul fiend, attack them at your peril.
The kittens are under my protection foul fiend, attack them at your peril.The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
You're a little late. Candle Lighter massacred most of them already.(or was it the dracolich?)
Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
Broke store golem? I don't even know what that means but I think I'll kick the crud out of you nonetheless. *punts the cat*
Broke store golem? I don't even know what that means but I think I'll kick the crud out of you nonetheless. *punts the cat*Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
JH appears out of nowhere and punts the cat back to JRHM.
It's Hackey-Cat time!
Broke store golem? I don't even know what that means but I think I'll kick the crud out of you nonetheless. *punts the cat*Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
JH appears out of nowhere and punts the cat back to JRHM.
It's Hackey-Cat time!
*punts the cat back to JH* Wow, this is fun. I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner.
*punts the cat back to JH* Wow, this is fun. I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner.Broke store golem? I don't even know what that means but I think I'll kick the crud out of you nonetheless. *punts the cat*Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
JH appears out of nowhere and punts the cat back to JRHM.
It's Hackey-Cat time!
BTW, you got slammed with the Broke Store Golem thing. As in Broke Back...
*punts the cat way up high so that JRHM can get a good running start*
*punts the cat back to JH* Wow, this is fun. I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner.Broke store golem? I don't even know what that means but I think I'll kick the crud out of you nonetheless. *punts the cat*Curse you broke store golem, I was to late to save my kin.
*casts a ritual* Rise my kitten kin, rise and take your revenge on the foul Candle Lighter.
JH appears out of nowhere and punts the cat back to JRHM.
It's Hackey-Cat time!
BTW, you got slammed with the Broke Store Golem thing. As in Broke Back...
*punts the cat way up high so that JRHM can get a good running start*
Really? That makes we want to kick this cat even harder. *puts a little more oomph on the kick back to JH*
Okay, you've had your fun, but now it's time to put an end to this.
*with a swipe of his mighty paw, the cat swats JH back to the Jack club house.*
Tell Carl not to come looking for me.
Leave the cat alone boys. After all, it's not a poodle.
You call yourself the Angel of Violence and you want us to stop the violence? Btw, I wouldn't do that to the poodles. I actually like them, although I do enjoy irritating Courtfool.
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Leave the cat alone boys. After all, it's not a poodle.You call yourself the Angel of Violence and you want us to stop the violence? Btw, I wouldn't do that to the poodles. I actually like them, although I do enjoy irritating Courtfool.
I'm not against the violence, it should just be directed against someone who isn't trying to help us defeat Candle Lighter. Like the poodles.
You're a little late. Candle Lighter massacred most of them already.(or was it the dracolich?)The kittens are under my protection foul fiend, attack them at your peril.The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
You're a little late. Candle Lighter massacred most of them already.(or was it the dracolich?)The kittens are under my protection foul fiend, attack them at your peril.The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
You're a little late. Candle Lighter massacred most of them already.(or was it the dracolich?)The kittens are under my protection foul fiend, attack them at your peril.The dracolich, in an act of final revenge, blasts the shaman to smithereens.
The Kittens shall pay!!!
The lich flies off, surrounded by a sphere of fire which protects him from the Winds.
The field of battle is immense, if only to contain the numbers of the Defectives army. Rushing at the forefront of the heroes are the Jacks, sunlight gleaming off of their bodies. The air is filled with the screams of a vrock fleet, heading to the lines with hunger in their eyes. At yet another point in the lines dinosaurs tear into the enemies, summoned by their descendants the Lords of the Place of Winds. A Wasp Fleet even joins the fray.
It seems if all the world of the living is gathered against the Defectives.
The lines clash with the sound of thunder. The battle is waged.
A buzzing giant wasp armada circles overhead, dive bombing the Defective army with kamikaze abandon. In the vanguard, red-blonde hair whipping behind her like a fiery flag is the chainmail-bikinied form of Alaina. Her long wasp whip is uncurled, seeming to wave about by its own power. He green eyes glow and the intricate tattoo that encompasses her back writhes as her lean muscles bunch and loosen. Gripping the thorax of Minerva with her bronze thighs she screams in the wind.