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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 16, 2003 20:40:32 GMT -5
Let's just hope it's friendly...
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 17, 2003 11:41:30 GMT -5
Just do not be off guard you fools
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Post by Shura on Oct 18, 2003 16:50:40 GMT -5
As the figure approached it adopted the most unlikeliest of froms. That of a mounted human!
A well built young male rode towards them. His features were aryan, being tall ,with blonde hair and blue eyes. His legs and torso were partially covered with iron armour-plates. One had was ready with the torch and the other held the reign of his mount, a bipedal reptilian creaure. iT resembled a minature Tyrannosaurus rex but was still as big as a horse.
The young man approached the bedraggled survivors and hailed them, strangely enough, in the Coomon toungue of Humanity.
'What demons lie before me, that descend from the sky on wings of fire yet walk like men. Speak, if you can!'
He puts on a defiant face but Arin senses a powerful wave of fear in his mind. Using redactive psionics he clams him down a little, but leaves enough to make sure he is in awe of them. Surprised at finding a fellow human so far removed from the nearest civilised system, he was not quite sure what to do.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 18, 2003 20:32:38 GMT -5
(Crossing his arms on his chest, Sarvonis taps the wrench on his upper arm with a blatent look of distrust on his face.) [glow=blue,2,300]"Actualy, we were kinda wondering who you are."[/glow]
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 20, 2003 11:52:46 GMT -5
Fisk Starts Laughing," This is to Much. Either we went to the past or a Parrel Diemission. Cuase I never seen a Dinosur Before." As He contiues to laugh
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Post by Shura on Oct 21, 2003 14:38:13 GMT -5
The young man relaxes and smiles.
'This is no dinosaur, this is a Carnid. Mine. Very fast and strong. He is called Bad Tooth. You are no demons, either, but that not not mean you are true men either. I am called Hawkblade, and I am a knight of the Urndragani, the people of this land. You must forgive my hseitation. In our ledgends, demons once descended from the sky on wings of fire. They had skins of iron and wielded deadly magic in the terrible hands. They led a large group of our people and the other tribes against the Shining Ones, our Gods who rule from the City of Glass.'
He pauses to drink from a flask at his hip, and offers it to the others. 'if you are indeed men, it is for the cheiftain to decide. I suggest that you accompany me to the nearest village. It is only about a mile from here.'
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 22, 2003 11:39:53 GMT -5
Fisk still laughing," Sure why not. Maybe we can start a Hoe down. Or learn how to raise these animals."
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Post by Shura on Oct 22, 2003 14:02:42 GMT -5
Arin assessed the situation. They were alone on a strange planet on a moonless night. After a quick redaction scan, he judged the young warrior bore no agression or intent to decieve, only a bemusement and curiosity.
Dawn would be some time in coming. 'I for one will take up your hospitality' he affirms, and addresses the others. 'It doesn't look like anyone else made it out alive. Suggest we stick together. You coming?'
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 23, 2003 11:33:19 GMT -5
"Feel free to lead I mean you've done well so far! "
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Post by Shura on Oct 27, 2003 16:55:31 GMT -5
Hawkblade's smile widens. 'I will ride Carnid slow, make sure you follow my torch. Out here at night the plains are prowled by ogres and worse.'
After some time trekking, Arin glimpsed a palisade built on a nearby hill, which surrounded a small rural town. They were nearing their destination. Suddenly, Hawkbalde's carnid, halted, almost jerking the barbarian warrior off his mount. Hawkblade immediatly passe dthe torch to Arin and drew his greatsword. 'To me, outlanders! If you have weapons or demon magic, us eit now, for we a surrounded.'
Large humoid silloutettes could be seen through the gloom. they looked like hairless gorillas, almost like giants, standing ten feet tall, with great tusked jaws and fingers ending in talons. All around was an almighty sniffing and grunting. All around was a horrific sniffing and grunting. In total there were six of the creatures.
One lunged at Hawkblade but the primitve was obviously experienced in this combat, and he dodged the swipe and dealt a punishing blow to the beast's side spurring his carnid to bite it's leg.
Arin, moved back, holding out the torch, perparing to summon his energy into a mindblast. He just needed a few more seconds...
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 30, 2003 12:38:42 GMT -5
Fisk Waits back for a time he si needed to attack.
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Post by Shura on Oct 31, 2003 17:36:02 GMT -5
Two of the beasts in front of Arin drop to the ground like sacks of bricks, pink liquid dribbling out of their ears. One of the others hesitated staring stupified. Hawkblade siezed his chance to run through his advesary.
Arin hunched over. use of offensvie power always tok a lot out of him. He just hoped that his companions could deal with the rest.
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Post by Darkwalker on Nov 17, 2003 23:48:25 GMT -5
Sarvonis curses and fishes around in his toolbox, revealign a large hammer and a couple heavy gears, which he proceeds to lob at the odd creatures, then grabs another hammer and looks around warrily.
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Nov 20, 2003 13:22:44 GMT -5
Fisk taken Off Guard Has his arm Ripped Off and Blood Squirts everywhere.
He yells in Pain.
Then A Laser Shoots from his Caine and Cuts the Creature in half.
Fisk Slumbs Down to the Ground Holding his arm that is Bloody
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Post by Shura on Nov 20, 2003 15:01:19 GMT -5
Arin hastily siezes Fisk's arm and holds it to the join. Focusing his discipline of cell adjustment, he ignites the large man's cellular potential and healing factor to superhuman levels, casuing regeneration and reattachment to take place.
Hawkblade, meanwhile, defends the pair, forcing the ogres away from the psion.
Savonis's heavy tools strike one of the creatures on the temple, knockin it stone cold. Another conncects with an ogre's torso, but it deos not seem deterred and charges at the group with flailing arms, enraged.
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