05-07-2017, 08:39 AM
Thunder rumbled in the sky overhead.
The forces of Nebula in the town had put up a mighty struggle. Fully leveraging their numerical advantage and the sheer survivability and strength that their dark powers gave them, they had managed to hold off and batter the primes seeking to remove their influence from the pale moors. But they were no match for them, at the end of it. Pushed back, broken and cut down, with dwindling numbers to the square of the town, they had mounted a final defense before the steps of the courthouse. Each and every one of them had grown all the more frenzied, vicious and determined as they were pushed so close to their stronghold. The pristine structure glimmered in the dim light, almost seeming to glow among the otherwise oppressive darkness. It stood out like an almost serene, holy place, the kind of place that creatures this foul and corrupted would have been more likely to tear down and demolish, rather than protect so fanatically.
Lightning flashed, painting the entire scene in monotone. Shades of white and black, dim pools of gray. And pinpricks of red light, the eyes of the corrupted forces of Nebula.
But they fought with all they had. Clubs and hammers. Swords and axes. Rifles and cannons. All of their equipment rusted and barely serviceable, but still deadly. They broke, combating the tough, well-kept and maintained weapons of the primes. But they didn't stop, continuing to attack and batter them, fighting with bare hands, teeth, clawed fingernails, and even rocks and the remains of their broken weapons.
Rain began to fall. Think, oily, full of smoke. Cold, chilling, and foul smelling. The ground grew slick and slimy, puddles of the foul, dank water making the worn stones slippery, the loose earth into slimy mud.
Further and further the darklings were cut down and pushed back, until scarcely a dozen remained, at the very steps of the courthouse. They howled, and screeched, their efforts devolving into bestial frenzy. Dark flames leapt up around their bodies, their eyes blazing like torches in their fervor.
Somewhere, overhead, a bell rang out. Clear, unmistakable. It tolled out in a slow, even rhythm. And the darklings grew quiet.
The doors of the courthouse were thrown open. Bright, warm, golden light poured out. Clean, red carpeting and polished marble floors glimmered and shone from within. The darklings slowly backed away, toward the doors, breaking into a mad dash to flee inside the structure, their resolve broken with the chance of an escape.
And from inside the building, a booming voice spoke out: "COURT IS NOW IN SESSION. ENTER, PRIMES, AND TAKE YOUR PLACES."
The forces of Nebula in the town had put up a mighty struggle. Fully leveraging their numerical advantage and the sheer survivability and strength that their dark powers gave them, they had managed to hold off and batter the primes seeking to remove their influence from the pale moors. But they were no match for them, at the end of it. Pushed back, broken and cut down, with dwindling numbers to the square of the town, they had mounted a final defense before the steps of the courthouse. Each and every one of them had grown all the more frenzied, vicious and determined as they were pushed so close to their stronghold. The pristine structure glimmered in the dim light, almost seeming to glow among the otherwise oppressive darkness. It stood out like an almost serene, holy place, the kind of place that creatures this foul and corrupted would have been more likely to tear down and demolish, rather than protect so fanatically.
Lightning flashed, painting the entire scene in monotone. Shades of white and black, dim pools of gray. And pinpricks of red light, the eyes of the corrupted forces of Nebula.
But they fought with all they had. Clubs and hammers. Swords and axes. Rifles and cannons. All of their equipment rusted and barely serviceable, but still deadly. They broke, combating the tough, well-kept and maintained weapons of the primes. But they didn't stop, continuing to attack and batter them, fighting with bare hands, teeth, clawed fingernails, and even rocks and the remains of their broken weapons.
Rain began to fall. Think, oily, full of smoke. Cold, chilling, and foul smelling. The ground grew slick and slimy, puddles of the foul, dank water making the worn stones slippery, the loose earth into slimy mud.
Further and further the darklings were cut down and pushed back, until scarcely a dozen remained, at the very steps of the courthouse. They howled, and screeched, their efforts devolving into bestial frenzy. Dark flames leapt up around their bodies, their eyes blazing like torches in their fervor.
Somewhere, overhead, a bell rang out. Clear, unmistakable. It tolled out in a slow, even rhythm. And the darklings grew quiet.
The doors of the courthouse were thrown open. Bright, warm, golden light poured out. Clean, red carpeting and polished marble floors glimmered and shone from within. The darklings slowly backed away, toward the doors, breaking into a mad dash to flee inside the structure, their resolve broken with the chance of an escape.
And from inside the building, a booming voice spoke out: "COURT IS NOW IN SESSION. ENTER, PRIMES, AND TAKE YOUR PLACES."
Quote:Challenge complete!
The Nebula stronghold has been breached. You may now proceed into the courthouse, and face the penultimate challenge in the Moors themselves. One last guardian awaits, before the leader and source of the darkness in the moors can be confronted.
Damage Report:
-- Sombra was overwhelmed and killed in the conflict. (Due to character switch.)
-- Chara suffers 4 damage
-- Revan suffers 3 damage
-- Celestia suffers 2 damage
-- Ash suffers 2 damage
-- Yu Kanda suffers 1 damage
Everyone has four days to make one post, up to 500 words to get into the courthouse. At that time, there will be a Cinematic event. Check the rules ( http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...9#pid90949 ) if you need a reminder of what that is. Happy hunting, folks! You're almost there!