Post by K Man on Aug 12, 2005 14:06:11 GMT -5
{Between the power of the you guys, the Kuo-Toan army and their Chieftain, and just the sheer outnumbered-ness of the re-animating advisors...there's really no need for me to roll this out. We'll do it the story-telling way.}
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When the spiked club of the Chieftain clangs against the armor of Garor once again, the echo rings in the ears of every creature present on the battlefield. Their attention focused on the battling duo in the center, it's almost too easy to miss the short-lived battle that has taken place on the sidelines. A woman, a Samurai and a Half-Giant have all but cleaved through a trio of advisors in no time, leaving their bloodied bodies on the sidelines.
However, when the battle reveals something more sinister at work - the intentions of 'The Master' - the sideline battle becomes everyone's focus.
The cry rings out, both in common for those that understand it and in the native sea-creature's tongue, bringing everything to a halt. All eyes turn from the duel for Ravenshead to the side of the battle.
The woman reaches down, grabs a limp dead advisor by the collar and flings the form to the center of the field. The form remains still, blood slowing as it leaves the wounds and paints the grass a dull crimson. Within seconds however, the circle of soldiers around the duel moves several steps back at once as the form jolts to life.
First the legs shudder, then the arms writhe around in the tall plains grass...then the head struggles to rise. Slowly but surely the creature stands to its feet, shuddering in unlife - the mark of 'The Master' shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun.
A collective gasp escapes the lips of all present...
The undead advisor shuffles forward, arms outstretched for the nearest living creature...its former Chief. Before the dead creature can even take two steps though, a small bead flies through the air, striking the advisor solidly in the side of the head. It then explodes in a blast of flame, enveloping the shuddering form wholly and completely.
When the smoke clears, the creature barely stands upright, its body still smoking. The Chief, motionless and silent until now, snarls in disgust. He brings the massive club over his head and charges. The blow is so forceful that the body is crumpled to pulp instantly, mixed with the grass into something unrecognizable.
When the other bodies of the advisors rise...they survive for even less time in unlife.
The soldiers around them tear them down with claws and tridents. Krysta, Girud and Galdren shred with their blades and strength. Adelia's spell makes short work of them and even the Chief picks his club up from the gooey remains of the first advisor and charges the remaining undead, squishing their remains.
When it's done, the Chief looks about, his face torn with betrayal and confusion. His chest heaves from the exertion and he looks to Krysta an Yuri for answers.
"What does this mean?..."
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When the spiked club of the Chieftain clangs against the armor of Garor once again, the echo rings in the ears of every creature present on the battlefield. Their attention focused on the battling duo in the center, it's almost too easy to miss the short-lived battle that has taken place on the sidelines. A woman, a Samurai and a Half-Giant have all but cleaved through a trio of advisors in no time, leaving their bloodied bodies on the sidelines.
However, when the battle reveals something more sinister at work - the intentions of 'The Master' - the sideline battle becomes everyone's focus.
"The Advisors are of 'The Master'!!
The cry rings out, both in common for those that understand it and in the native sea-creature's tongue, bringing everything to a halt. All eyes turn from the duel for Ravenshead to the side of the battle.
The woman reaches down, grabs a limp dead advisor by the collar and flings the form to the center of the field. The form remains still, blood slowing as it leaves the wounds and paints the grass a dull crimson. Within seconds however, the circle of soldiers around the duel moves several steps back at once as the form jolts to life.
First the legs shudder, then the arms writhe around in the tall plains grass...then the head struggles to rise. Slowly but surely the creature stands to its feet, shuddering in unlife - the mark of 'The Master' shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun.
A collective gasp escapes the lips of all present...
The undead advisor shuffles forward, arms outstretched for the nearest living creature...its former Chief. Before the dead creature can even take two steps though, a small bead flies through the air, striking the advisor solidly in the side of the head. It then explodes in a blast of flame, enveloping the shuddering form wholly and completely.
When the smoke clears, the creature barely stands upright, its body still smoking. The Chief, motionless and silent until now, snarls in disgust. He brings the massive club over his head and charges. The blow is so forceful that the body is crumpled to pulp instantly, mixed with the grass into something unrecognizable.
When the other bodies of the advisors rise...they survive for even less time in unlife.
The soldiers around them tear them down with claws and tridents. Krysta, Girud and Galdren shred with their blades and strength. Adelia's spell makes short work of them and even the Chief picks his club up from the gooey remains of the first advisor and charges the remaining undead, squishing their remains.
When it's done, the Chief looks about, his face torn with betrayal and confusion. His chest heaves from the exertion and he looks to Krysta an Yuri for answers.
"What does this mean?..."
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