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Post by Ress on Apr 9, 2012 1:34:04 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
* Urser roared as his huge grizzly war form charged out into the sea of darkness, his shimmering moonsilver power armor glowing with an inner radiance in the starless darkness of Calibration. The whirr of his mechanized daiklaive could be heard through the chattering mass as the bear lunar waded through the sea of darkness, sending limbs of all sorts flying in every direction with each swing of his gnashing daiklaive.*
" Finally! Someone brings the battle to me!"
* The black tide dispersed at the Aranea Manse's entrance, sending underfolk and darkbrood in all directions*
" You all think you can get away from me?!... TOMB!!!!!!"
* From the top of the steep earth manse, a cloaked figure stood, looking down at the dispersing hoard. With the wave of his leather clad hand, Tomb raised great pillars of stone around the escaping tide, turning a half mile around the manse into a caged arena. With a growl, Tomb jumped off the roof and landed on a patch of darkness, squishing it into paste.*
" Death falls... and now you meet the Tomb!"
* Urser laughs as he leaps on top of the makeshift wall, allowing his screaming weapon to melt into his armor*
" You know, on the battlefield, your comments don't sound so annoying, zombie dragon!"
* Urser grabbed the wall from under him, then rolled forward, breaking off the large stone wall and using it to crush the tide of darkness which piled within.
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Sept 18, 2012 1:33:38 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
*From a not-so-safe distance, Kumako walked along the sidelines of the battle, firing arrow after arrow into their enemies, her eyes a blaze of silver glory. Each movement was predatory, and her very aura rang out with an otherworldly bestial grace. The symbol for The Moon in Old Realm was painted on her forehead in a bloody-looking substance to match the other streaks of red markings on her face. As she turned, the paint seemed to glitter ever so slightly in the light. Her usual clothes were replaced with something a little finer, sturdy cloth woven with silver thread wrapped around her throat and arms, tucked into silvery bracers with her hands holding a silver bow. The bow itself had swirls like a Lunar's tattoos, natural and flowing, ones that matched the patterns on the quiver at her back. Her expression was caught between elation and grim determination as her arrows flew true and straight into their target's vital points, moving seamlessly from point to point as she rained down death to their enemies*
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Post by Ress on Sept 20, 2012 2:07:48 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
*Urser cackled as he swung about at the darkbrood corralled in the ‘soup bowl’ that Tomb had created. Leagues of shadow beasts fell as Kumako rained death down from the skies onto them, creating a subtle silver ripple through each target as they were hit*
“ Luna is with us, my sister! Lets show them what happens when you dare trespass on Aranea, The Silver City!!”
“ Pasiap is with us as well, Commander Urser! Hold the exit! It may be the best way we can deal with such overwhelming numbers!”
Ba-Singh emerged from the gnashing chaos, his shimmering white jade armor proudly displaying the crest of his dynastic house symbol as his grand grimcleaver sliced clear swaths of darkbrood as the Dragon-Blooded made his way to the mouth of the makeshift valley*
* From above, Tomb began tossing out shards of crystals into the morass, which exploded in a brilliant display of concussive essence, blowing holes into the bowl of pissed off darkness*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Sept 22, 2012 14:44:53 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
*Kumako's smile notched up at her brother's words, though she didn't take her eyes from her targets. The massive swell of black, shadowy creatures was slowly shrinking, and she intended to keep it that way. When she spoke, her voice sounded a little far away, though it didn't seem to be harming her accuracy any*
Yes, my brother! Luna knows of this battle and gives us her blessing. May the death of every beast be sustenance to Her!
*as if to punctuate her words, Kumako let loose a volley of arrows that bit into her foes with lethal charge. As she grew thin on ammunition, she continued to walk through the battlefield, smoothly pulling the arrows from the dead and refiring them into her next target*
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Post by Terrestrial on Sept 22, 2012 15:00:47 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
*the sights of these black beasts brought visions of the past to the back of her mind, but she forced them away into her nightmares. Let them be dealt with when her life was not at stake once more. This open field was nothing like the labyrinths she was used to surviving in. Everything around was so open and that made it so much easier to be a target herself. At least here they had foliage to hide in.. Number 952 was prowling around behind the backs of the others, watching for those shadowy monstrosities. As one got too close to the archer, she popped out from the bushes and dragged it back in with her, her legs wrapped around its torso as she gripped its head as firmly as she could with her hands and whipped it around, hearing the satisfying snap of its broken neck. Tossing the corpse back out onto the field, she got back to work, watching for any of those things who thought that they could sneak up on the group. Hidden behind the expressionless face of her ivory mask, 952 grimaced, glad that her black bodysuit and gloves wouldn't show the blood of today when this was all over. Now, if only that time would hurry up*
*Saen charges through the battlefield on one simhata while the other trailed behind, routing their foes and herding them back towards her comrades to be dispatched. As soon as she was satisfied that her simhata had the idea, she leaped off one the one she was riding and smashed down on top of a group of the Dark Brood. Her white jade armor was bare, blank indentations where her House seal should be, stark against the marbled lines of her skin. Curling her hands into claws and whispering Essence into them, Saen punches her hands into her enemies' chests, the liquid copper of her hair flowing out as she pivots and thrusts*
The Dragons are indeed with us. I've got my simhata routing those trying to escape, but I've yet to hear any news from the other cities. Given the smaller numbers of our fight here, and the estimated spread of their forces based on what we have here, I would say that the fight is going well for us across the empire. Ba-Singh, where do you need me?
*as one of the throng tried to escape, Blood Coil's eyes narrowed and her head whipped around at the sudden breakaway movement. With a guttural cry, she decked the guy in front of her and took off after the fleeing dark brood. Putting her head down, she pushed her speed and barreled straight into it and rode it to the ground. In her battle-heightened state, she went straight into fiercely pummeling the creature's head, using her body to pin the dark brood down*
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Post by Ress on Sept 23, 2012 1:34:48 GMT -5
Calibration 1,
* Ba-Singh continued to cut swaths within the confines of the soup bowl arena, barking orders to help those around contain the swarm.*
" Keep a sharp eye! We don't want these things escaping!"
* Urser continued to tear through the tide of darkness, howling at the top of his lungs, offering these as prayers to Luna.*
* The stone bowl that contained the darkness exploded around them as a flash of white sent shards of stone in every direction, as well as threw Tomb off his perch and onto his back.
As if from nowhere, a giant white jade nobel warstrider appeared next to the ruined fortification, brandishing a huge jade goremaul in its giant hand. Anyone with (Lore 3) would realize that this warstrider was a famous Dynastic strider, known as "Mountain Heaven Scraping Mountian", last owned by the blacklisted noble, Ragara Iss'en.*
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