04-22-2017, 10:58 AM
Chaos reigned in the village. The three primes come here to do battle against Nebula had been thrust into a situation of doing precisely that, and all too suddenly. Grossly outnumbered, and yet they were holding their own quite admirably. The only major obstacle to be found was the giant, lumbering demon under Nebula's influence, doing its best to shake the very earth apart with its roaring and fury.
The giant, plodding hulk came smashing through the burning wall of what looked to have once been the local tavern, letting loose an ear-splitting bellow, and hurling a ball of dark purple flame at Hiro, even as the hacker curled into a backward somersault, kicking off the wall behind him to avoid becoming roasted ronin. The once-dagger-wielding foe was not so lucky, and was reduced to a pile of cinders after a moment of scream-filled agony. A huge, meaty fist rocketed forward, intending to knock the speedy swordsman from the air, but sheer bulk meant its strike missed, only barely catching the hacker in the wash of air behind the strike. It lost interest at that, lumbering away to continue its path of rampage.
The pestilent, plague-filled bulk of Okor had little trouble, barely breaking stride as he cut a swathe through the innumerable darklings assaulting the town. It was his, virtually, unobstructed march of slaughter than he beheld the primary source of trouble in the town. At the farthest edge of the town, there was a lone individual. Around it, several deep purple sigils, spewing smoke and dark fire, stood arrayed. The individual, covered head to toe in robes and shrouds, went perpetually through a series of rhythmic, arcane gestures, and at regular intervals, another darkling would come bursting out of the smoke from one of the sigils. And at the figure's waist, hung a belt laden with at least a dozen of the dark chips Doctor Regal had warned and spoken of. Several broken bodies lay scattered around, of civilians and the local militia alike, their weapons broken and shattered. Definitely a much tougher contender than the hordes it was summoning.
The giant, plodding hulk came smashing through the burning wall of what looked to have once been the local tavern, letting loose an ear-splitting bellow, and hurling a ball of dark purple flame at Hiro, even as the hacker curled into a backward somersault, kicking off the wall behind him to avoid becoming roasted ronin. The once-dagger-wielding foe was not so lucky, and was reduced to a pile of cinders after a moment of scream-filled agony. A huge, meaty fist rocketed forward, intending to knock the speedy swordsman from the air, but sheer bulk meant its strike missed, only barely catching the hacker in the wash of air behind the strike. It lost interest at that, lumbering away to continue its path of rampage.
The pestilent, plague-filled bulk of Okor had little trouble, barely breaking stride as he cut a swathe through the innumerable darklings assaulting the town. It was his, virtually, unobstructed march of slaughter than he beheld the primary source of trouble in the town. At the farthest edge of the town, there was a lone individual. Around it, several deep purple sigils, spewing smoke and dark fire, stood arrayed. The individual, covered head to toe in robes and shrouds, went perpetually through a series of rhythmic, arcane gestures, and at regular intervals, another darkling would come bursting out of the smoke from one of the sigils. And at the figure's waist, hung a belt laden with at least a dozen of the dark chips Doctor Regal had warned and spoken of. Several broken bodies lay scattered around, of civilians and the local militia alike, their weapons broken and shattered. Definitely a much tougher contender than the hordes it was summoning.
Quote:Time for a challenge.
Mission: Get to the Magus
The town is under siege by a corrupted magus, serving as a lieutenant for Nebula's forces. A powerful sorcerer, and the one responsible for summoning the hordes of darklings attacking the settlement. The darklings themselves are mostly inconsequential. They all have the survival power, but aside from that their only danger is in their sheer numbers. The true objective is to reach the magus and slay him, to stop his summoning and break control over the warlock's demon minion. It won't be easy, with said demon minion throwing its bulk and anger around, and the sheer number of nebula's forces lurking around and causing trouble.
Everyone has five days and one post, up to 1200 words, to see to the task. Happy hunting!