The Elfbone Extraction: Combat

[Okor]

Well bugger, looks like we're going to add grand theft hover-auto to our rap sheet before the day is out, if we want to escape.

[King Axorn]

Posted. I didn't type dialogue for Tartaros, since I didn't have a good idea of what he would say during combat situations.

Hope I didn't gum anything up. I'm not used to writing for other characters.

Don't worry buddy, neither am I

[Triest]

New cycle. Axorn I think you're next.

[King Axorn]

Ugh, the site was down yesterday and I couldn't get my post up. I'll try getting it up today.

[Vulre Oakenlimb]

Okor's alt here. Vrell is up to bat.

[Erik Vrell]

It's Galel's turn to post.

[Galel Baraz]

I've had a crappy past day, sorry I'm late. Assuming you guys can forgive me, my post will be up momentarily.

[Galel Baraz]

I have -2 to my SP now, so I'm out of SP. And I used Warpflame Burst (my new Super-Move) on Erik Vrell.

[Okor]

And we begin the final round. If someone would like to mention the encroaching law enforcement, that would be ideal.

Also, a potential plot twist if everyone is agreeable to it: Agent Smith is not exactly as he seems. The events of this thread were manipulated to his own mysterious ends. While the messages sent to Corsucant law enforcement are enough to get you off on a technicality, the higher-ups will still feel doubts regarding your loyalty and skill. 'Smith' will continue to plague the marines, and twist the events surrounding them to its benefit.

[Okor]

Just a reminder, Vrell is posting next.

[Erik Vrell]

It's Galel's turn to post.

[Okor]

I'm assuming Galel is otherwise engaged this week. I recommend Treist begins writing his post.

[Triest]

I'll get to it tomorrow for sure, but today, I'm not firing on all cylinders, so to speak.

[Okor]

Hey, no problem. Take your time and make it the best you can.

[Tartaros]

Well shove a bayonet up my arse and call me Margaret Thatcher... I was just about to post and my goddamned laptop crashed... Knowing my memory I'll have forgotten most of it by morning, anyone mind if I take another day or two to rewrite the thing?

[Erik Vrell]

That's fine tartaros, don't rush yourself. Also, I'm ok with the plot twist but I don't know what the thing in the picture is.

[Okor]

The Changeling. A shapeshifting Daemon of Tzeentch (Who is essentially the Warhammer god of trickery, magic, and 'Just as Planned'), that travels the realm advancing either its own schemes, or the machinations of its master (Nobody is sure which). One of the examples of its works is when it impersonated an attractive young female bureaucrat for several months, to win the affections of a minor functionary. Using its influence with him, it claimed to have ordered the wrong type of gear. Scrambling to rectify this error, he redirected a shipment of gears to fulfill the needs of his beloved. Due to this, an artillery battalion was left without desperately needed replacement parts, and an entire world was scourged of life by a Daemonic Incursion.

[Tartaros]

There we go... Sorry about that taking so long folks, I've had to deal with some serious crap the past week or so. Anyways, I believe it's time for Gilgamesh to judge, eh?

[Okor]

I believe so, yes.

[Gilgamesh]

time to Judge? Alright give me a little bit. I should have it done by the end of the weeeeeeeeeek