|[NMR] Gather the forces in a central location to begin plotting.||3||9.38%|
|[NMR] Begin the search for our leader, Morello! We need him!||7||21.88%|
|[NMR] The AfA and IsC are battling. Attack them both while they are weak!||11||34.38%|
|[IsC] Fall back to Parrotopia. It is easier to defend there.||16||50.00%|
|[IsC] We will fight to our last man. The AfA falls here!||8||25.00%|
|[IsC] Counter-attack the AfA. Send the fleet to the Black Keep!||7||21.88%|
|[The Knights Who Drink Tea] Send tea-filled troops to help the Brotherhood.||7||21.88%|
|[The Knights Who Drink Tea] Send tea-filled troops to help the IsC.||14||43.75%|
|[AfA] Withdraw the army from the Brotherhood lands. Send them to Parrotopia!||4||12.50%|
|[AfA] Call the troops back from the Brotherhood lands. We need their help against the IsC!||6||18.75%|
|[AfA] Send the troops left in the Black Keep to attack both Parrotopia and the bears!||8||25.00%|
|Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 32. You may not vote on this poll|
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Greetings Riot Warriors! Here is the much anticipated 8th chapter in this series! (I like to think that it is much anticipated, it's good for my ego) If you read this post, please vote in the poll above even if you aren't a player! The more people that vote, the more unpredictable the outcome.
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For the seige to continue. Actually, heck to that, I'm going to post right now.
The Lone Chartreuser
Honorary AfA Assassin
Haeos had waited a long time for Tharus to show himself. "Come on, you bear! Are you too cowardly to make with my deal? Or are those old battle wounds acting up again?"
Valkyrie Lead, Grand Marshal of the Iron Solari
The Grand Marshal frowned looking at the now ruined door that Sagarys trotted through. Sleiphner had acted as though nothing had happened as the Ambearsador picked himself up off the floor, the dynamic entry he had received to the face obviously a very sobering experience. He looked somewhat more alert now and hopefully capable of coherent speech and thought. The Grand Marshal shook his head. Sleiphner had set out tea for himself. With Sagarys' speech done the Grand Marshal leaned forward on the table, lacing his fingers together.
"You 5 have been chosen to go on the mission." The Grand Marshal said, frowning. "Like he said, the chances of your coming back is fairly slim. If you want to back out, now is the time to do so." Silence followed in the wake of his offer.
"If so, does anyone have any questions or requests?"
Cecilia Glasgow, Frame Pilot of the Iron Solari
"Albion Tower, this is Cecilia Glasgow of the ISC Avalon, callsign Talon-1, requesting landing permission, over." Cecilia broadcasted. She was still struggling to keep the Frame airborne. It had taken damage to one of the wings and had been struggling to stay aloft the entire time.
"Talon-1, approach the rear deck and set her down, over." The tower said. Cecilia acknowledged and brought the Frame around slowing to a hover above the deck. She lowered it to the deck, touching down gently. Troops approached cautiously, weapons raised. She threw the hatch open, pulling herself out of the compartment. She fell to the deck, falling to her knees. She pulled herself to her feet wearily. The fight to maintain control over the damage frame had been exhausting. Her knees were weak and her arms felt like jelly. She struggled to her feet, bracing herself against the leg of the frame.
"Identify yourself!" The sergeant of the guardsman who had rolled out the welcome demanded.
"Sergeant Major Cecilia Glasgow, of the Avalon." She said weakly.
"Ma'am!" The sergeant said, snapping to attention. He saluted, realizing he was addressing a superior officer.
"At ease..." She said returning the salute. "I need to see the commanding officer, right away."
"He's busy at the moment, ma'am." The officer, his eyes nervously tracking back and forth between her and the machine.
"I have news that is going to change the course of the war." She said firmly, pushing her glasses up her nose. "I MUST speak with the Grand Marshal immediately." She looked at the officer menacingly, her face dead serious. The officer turned ghostly white at the sight of her.
"R-r-right away ma'am!" He said nervously. "This way!" She followed behind him, the huge force of minions headed for the capitol fresh in her mind. Whatever the Grand Marshal was doing, it was in no way more import than the fate of Parrotopia.
Flamell formerly IsC
"Hold off the rest of them Flamell! I'll take down the big one! Just give me a few moments."
Flamell called upon his flames they were as eager as ever, especially now in the void, they wanted to consume, and consume they would. The smaller creatures stopped their advance when the flames appeared, and even began to show signs of fear. The Larger one roared out and the small ones looked up to it in fear. The creature roared again and the smaller creatures charged, though only half willingly.
This is good Flamell thought to himself commanding his fire to fly at the creatures. They seemed to recognize the fire and feared it, only the large one was keeping them in line. "A few moments you say I think I can do better then that." Flamell said smiling "Go I will cover you."
The black flame crashed into the group of creatures and split them into two groups. The flames began to extend upwards and created a tunnel giving Baneson a clear path to the one that seemed in control.
The creatures slightly stunned from the sudden attack quickly gathered themselves and resumed their charge. "Greavis take care of the ones still charging while I back up Baneson." Flamell yelled.
[Location: Nikasaur Manifest – Mokoto no Sora, Ashelynn Strider]
Mokoto awoke as the morning light greeted his still shut eyes. He had fallen asleep whilst meditating and sat still all through the night. Mokoto caught a peculiar scent. The fire was reignited and something was being cooked over the flames. He opened his eyes, now looking over the campfire and there sat Ashelynn. She was already up and early at the break of dawn. Archimedes screeched as he flew back from the forest’s depths, with a small rabbit in his talons. Ashelynn took the rodent and slapped it onto the stone slab in from of her. She withdrew a knife and gutted the hare with a swift slice. One of the earlier catches was already roasting on the fire. Mokoto was quite surprised that she was able to assemble this without waking him. I’m letting my guard down a bit too much, he thought. Ashelynn ripped the hide off the rabbit as she looked up and smiled.
“Good morning, ninja,” she cheerfully said. “I’ve already made some breakfast for you.” She lifted the skewered hare off the fire, offering it to Mokoto. He stared at it for a second, but politely shook his head.
“We don’t have time to make merry and camp here,” Mokoto said coolly. He stood, stretching his limbs as he raised his palm over the fire and clenched it. Ashelynn was mildly disappointed as the flames instantly extinguished themselves.
“It’s not exactly ‘making merry’,” Ashelynn said, “It’s just breakfast.”
“We don’t have time for that,” Mokoto said. “We’re already a few days behind and if you intend to accompany me, you’ll need to keep up with my pace. Otherwise, I’ll have to leave you behind.” His emerald eyes met hers. Ashelynn’s sapphire stare possessed intense determination and focus. Mokoto was somewhat startled by the sudden fire in her eyes, but was also impressed.
“Fine,” she said, “no rabbit for you.”
She gave a sharp whistle and Archimedes hopped upon her shoulder. She picked up the raw hare and held it up to the falcon, nipping at it graciously. Mokoto already began scaling the hillside overlooking the Manifest. Ashelynn followed behind, nibbling on her rabbit. Mokoto watched carefully as caravans began leaving from what was left of the city’s wall, stained red and purple from the siege. Relief workers were rapidly moving about, trying to find what was left of the survivors and dead. Mokoto thought carefully.
“Do you know what happened here?” Mokoto asked, turning to Ashelynn. She shook her head.
“I’m aware that the IsC and the Republic are at war,” she said, “I heard rumors that the Nikasaur Manifest capital was attacked, but I had no idea that this kind of destruction was… possible…” She stared intensely at the ravaged city. Smoke still rose into the sky as the last of the fires were being put out. “Why? Who are you after?”
“The one responsible for this devastation; the nerf lord himself,” Mokoto said coldly. Ashelynn flinched at his bluntness. She figured that was determined to find someone, but she didn’t expect it to be Morello himself.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mokoto said, “We’ll need to search through the wreckage to find any clues of Morello’s current whereabouts. My guess is that since the IsC crafts are still here, they haven’t captured him yet.” Ashelynn listened intently as Archimedes finished off his portion of the rodent. “This is where you come in. Find anything that we can use to track him. Footprints, blood, I don’t care.”
“Then what will you do when you find him?” Ashelynn asked, almost sure of Mokoto’s answer.
“He has a debt that is overdue,” Mokoto said, “I’m just here to collect. What can you tell me about the battle from here?” Ashelynn took but a moment to analyze the destroyed city walls and the fallen bodies of minions, drakes, and humans.
“It was clearly a siege,” Ashelynn began, Mokoto listening intently, “For whatever reason it seems that they used minions as ammunition instead of boulders.” She paused for a second. “They were organized, kept in their formations, and advanced very quickly on the wall and into the city.”
“Very good,” Mokoto said, “Would you be able to find Morello’s footprints out here amongst the minions’?”
“Considering that it hasn’t rained in the last few days and that we’re entering winter soon,” Ashelynn said, “There is a fair chance that his prints should be intact, unless someone marched over them.” That was precisely what Mokoto wanted to hear. A sinister grin grew under his veil.
“Lead the way,” Mokoto said, “Once you find the print, I will assume leadership from there.” Ashelynn was a little perplexed as Mokoto rapidly cycled through his hand signs. In a puff of smoke, Mokoto was now replaced by a large brown wolf. Its green eyes looked to Ashelynn in anticipation.
“So, is that you?” she awkwardly asked the wolf, lightly stroking his mane. Mokoto growled at her. “Yep, that’s you,” she sheepishly said.
Ashelynn whistled to Archimedes, lifting him into the air. The raptor took flight, scouting the high above the city. Ashelynn marched off into the open fields, the site of the greatest travesty in recent memory. Mokoto followed, carefully sniffing around, thanks to his canis form. He could predominantly smell only purple minions. The occasional human stench would arise; one particular human scent need a shower and badly. Ashelynn marched across the plain, her cape blew in the air with the light breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, its beams peeking over the hilltops, pushing away the shadows of the night. Ashelynn could see just fine without it, but it certainly didn’t hurt to have the extra help from nature. She slowed her pace as Mokoto caught up. She knelt down, carefully observing the ground. After a moment of quiet observation her eyes lit up.
“These should be his tracks,” she proclaimed. Mokoto trotted over and smelled the foot carefully. Yes, this scent was very peculiar and distinct. This was indeed a good lead. He followed his nose, turning towards Nikapolis. He let out a small growl running off towards the city’s wall. Ashelynn ran after him, doing her best to keep up. They ran past a couple of the caravans departing, all of which occupied by survivors of the siege; women now widowed, children now orphaned, and men now crippled. Ashelynn’s heart sank, pity swelling up inside. Mokoto paid no notice, locked onto his imminent goal. They reached the outer wall of the city, looking into the once beautiful capital. Everywhere there was destruction. Relief workers were still busy loading up the last of the citizens, now refugees, into the caravans to take them someplace more sustainable. Buildings everywhere were crumbling and fallen. Clean up crews were still exceptionally busy. Mokoto leapt over mounds of rubble and continued onward. Ashelynn struggled to keep up but kept Mokoto in her sights.
They rounded a few street corners until they reached the courtyard of the Nikastle. Mokoto froze here. The scent was lost, another odor took priority. A large black crater occupied the majority of the remains of the courtyard. Mokoto looked around carefully before trotting off into a nearby alley. Ashelynn followed as another puff of smoke appeared and with it, Mokoto’s true form.
“What’s the matter?” Ashelynn asked ducking into the alley, “Something wrong?” Mokoto sorted his thoughts until he reached his conclusion.
“The scent was overpowered,” Mokoto said. He did not expect this. Something far more powerful than Morello was here. The scent of the beast, or whatever it was, blocked off the path to find Morello by smell. Mokoto punched the brick-lined wall, his fist going straight through the wall. Ashelynn took a step back, giving Mokoto space to vent his frustration.
“So, what’s the plan now?” Ashelynn asked. Mokoto cringed at the thought of having to use one of those techniques, but there was no other choice. He couldn’t afford to let Morello escape.
“There is one more method I can employ to track someone,” Mokoto said, “but there are a few risks involved with its use, first of which is draining my energy…”
Archimedes shrilled high in the air. Mokoto and Ashelynn looked up to him flying their direction, with something in his talons. He swooped down and dropped his cargo. Ashelynn caught it on its descent. She was rather confused at the item: a slightly singed doll, missing a button for an eye. Ashelynn looked it over thoroughly.
“Why on earth would Archimedes pick this up?” she asked, turning to Mokoto. He could only stare at the doll, then to Ashelynn, then back to the doll. Time seemed to slow as memories flashed again through Mokoto’s mind.
Epicn00b, Legion of n00b. On the ground near the city formerly known as Nikopolis
"My lord! Our spies onboard the Albion have discovered some interesting news!"
"Well," yawned Epicn00b. "Spit it out. Whazzup?"
"It appears that Morello is out there alive, and is trying to revive some sort of 'Nerf' god to cause everlasting destruction all over the land."
Isn't that what the Legion of n00b is really made for? To do exactly that?
"Some guy by the name of Sagarys is gonna lead a small band of soldiers to attack and kill Morello at...well...his location is unknown to us."
So much for trying to race them to Morello first, so that we can use this "Nerf" god to ourselves. Then again, all we need is Kog'Maw, God of Mercy. Say...that name....Sagarys.....sounds familar....
"Oh, well it looks like that jolly group you are talking about is going straight to hell. Hehehehe.....silly Sags. Telling others of something ridiculous just so that he can rob them in the back later. Well, lets leave them to their 'journey,' but I want a scout to keep tabs on this 'group,' just in case they use this 'Nerf' god to their own bidding, or worse! Of course, its unlikely THAT would happen, cause its Sags, the liar."
Epicn00b gave out a laugh.
"Any other news?" Epicn00b asked.
"Well, other reports tell us that there is a minion mob heading straight for the ISC. Of course, an army THAT size could easily be noticed by anyone, including the ISC. It is likely that ISC forces and their Albion are going to confront them on the way."
"Well, that is a weird tactic." Epicn00b muttered to himself. "Why would they fight them in some field somewhere, that's clearly nowhere close to their lands, even though if they fought at their capital, they would have a home-field advantage?"
"That empty field, that is the predicted place where they will fight......."
Epicn00b sensed that this place is going to be awesome, maybe as awesome as LoN!
"Well, go on. Where is the biggest slaughter of all time going to take place?"
"...........at the Legion of N00b's fields."
"................................................. ..................................OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH SHlT!!!!"
Epicn00b was terrified now. Oh god. LoN isn't ready for its first battle on its own ground!
He hurried to the helm of the ship, which got fixed up recently, held the microphone that transfers sounds to a megaphone outside of the ship for everyone to hear, and said:
"THIS IS EPI------------" A very loud sound echoed out; Epicn00b accidently breathed on it. Everyone near and far the N00btanic had to cover their ears. Epicn00b lowered the volume setting, then started over.
"This is Epicn00b, master of the Legion of N00b. We have gotten a report that a HUGE minion wave MIGHT be, or is going to, walk through our lands. If we are to enjoy our prosperity at home, then we need to go NOW! Finish up the repairs, and get ready to move out!"
Sleiphner Former Neutral-person of the Knights Who Drink Tea Tea! Tea! Tea!
Sleiphner pondered the heavy words of a possible death, and it seemed he was losing his gentleman-like touch as he let out a little smirk under his breath as he sipped his tea, but was resolute, even if he did fear death a bit, as his body remembered the Soul Reaver. For the first time, the first time in a long time, Sleiphner felt fear under his often cheerful demeanor. He withdrew a piece of paper and quickly began to scribble words for a missive, it was--a most unusual missive at that, but he writes:
Dearest Mother and Father,
I know it has been a long, long time since I have last contacted you--I know my departure from our land was abrupt, but I assure you, I filled out all of the necessary legal forms, as well as did my taxes for the year. I even received permission from our Gentleman Cho'Gath as well. However--there is something of grave matters I must bring to your attention. I--I have been maimed at the hands of battle, protecting a dear friend, as you surely remember, the Ambearsador. My right arm and left leg are gone, devoured by a great beast and have since been replaced by a metallic structure. I assure you though, I continue to serve my duties in the name of peace--even if not neutral any further. I have also taken Grandfather's armor, I apologize many times for doing so.
However--I have a new mission I must attend to, one of utmost importance, and I hope you do not worry much on my behalf. If I return, I assure you, I will continue to go forth in my matters most gentlemanly, but if I pass, know that I do so with the most honor and it was most likely to save someone.
Included with this missive, I provide you with my monocle, and the tea of Memories That You Do Not Know So That You May Know About The Plot. Thank you for not dying on me as a child, as well as thank you for offering me a hug every now and then.
Please also relay this message to our Gentleman Cho'Gath, and Fair Lady Sona.
At Most A Memory,
Sleiphner, Your Son
He sealed the missive and withdrew a swallow, attaching his monocle to it, sending it to his mother and father. Yes, he smuggled a Swallow onto the Albion. Don't ask how. He quickly scanned the room, gauging the reactions of the other characters, but unsure of how they perceived everything. The Grand Marshall was probably wondering of his past, the Ambearsador, probably about his people at the Brotherhood, the Wolf--probably on dog treats or something, and the unnamed character was merely drawn into a pool of angst.
He arose from his seat, and turned to leave. Without facing the rest of the team, stated:
"I'll be in the hangar. You can find me there when we all wish to leave, I need--to contemplate things. I hope you all understand."
And with that, he left the group, Sir Chompsalot in tow.
Phalonax 'Phalon' Valeion, Vladimist Blood Reaper and Iron Solari Assassin
Morello's in hiding and we're going to go find and kill him. Huh...
Phalon let everything settle in. The man apparently claims to be a former member of the Republic and will lead them to Morello to assassinate him.
Said mission is also quite possibly going to cost lives as he had said. It was blantly obvious, for the nerf lord must've taken so much power, not to mention he can empower his own self.
If the Grand Marshal chose me to go, I'm guessing he either trusts me or he wants me dead. Or both. But, orders were orders...
The job would give Phalon a chance to exact revenge for Vladimir for what Morello did to him, and at the same time may shorten the war by half a decade. Of course, if Phalon managed to land the killing blow, but as long as Morello was burning in hell, they would be satisfied.
Her eyes took a quick glance at Ragna, which was still tied around her belt. The weapon had never left her side since the day she got it and she wasn't going to let whatever trick someone might pull here take it now.
Ragna was also the only shield Phalon had against the power of the nerf, though it would cost her life if the fight against Morello dragged on for too long.
One hour. I've got an hour to get ready. No way in the blood-soaked hell am I going to back down.
She looked around at the others discussing the matter. Phalon could tell by appearance alone that this would be an interesting mission as much as it was dangerous.
The gentleman got up and left.
Phalon herself was about to leave when the Grand Marshal had asked for questions, comments and/or demands.
She thought for a moment, then stood up and turned around to leave. If she had been chosen by the Grand Marshal himself to do this, there was no reason to ask any further questions.
Phalon stopped for a moment, a thought crossing her mind, then began to slowly walk out of the room. She had less than an hour left, and even if there wasn't much she had to do, she wasn't going to waste a second waiting too long.
Tharus - General of the Brotherhood of the Armored Bear - Defending the Homeland.
Tharus was truly intrigued at how Haeos was at his doorstep. He used to be considered a friend until the battle ended, when he swore to defeat him in the future. To Tharus, his alliance to the Anti-Fun Agenda showed that because of him, Haeos despised the Armored Bears.
"Oh, hey, Tharus. What a surprise to see you here! Alright, here are my demands. Firstly, I want to engage you in one-on-one combat. That wasn't my original plan, but this would work better. Secondly, if I win, I'll be granted repreive for all crimes against the Armored Bears and their corresponding allies. If I lose, though, you get to kill me, as well as all the minions I have here. If you don't meet my demands, I'll open fire, and desolate your fortress. Do we have a deal?"
Tharus thought to himself for a few moments. It was highly doubtful that Haeos could even land one foot inside the Brotherhood, though, Tharus didn't want to have any casualties in his ranks. If Tharus won, the minions would either run in fear that their commanding officer had been killed, or try to battle on their own. Either of which results ends in a failure on their part. If Tharus lost, however, the same wouldn't happen to the Brotherhood; there were many commanders that could take his place if need be. Perhaps even his life would be spared, due to the carried generosity from Tharus sparing Haeos' life. Tharus then issued his response,
"We have a deal, Haeos."
The Colonel beside Tharus looked in shock at him, as did the rest of the bears. They were amazed at how Tharus would agree to such a deal, but they didn't think it through as much as Tharus had. The Colonel and other Captains were trying to talk Tharus out of it, but Tharus simply started to walk back down to the ground. He descended the flight of stairs, and was inside of the Brotherhood's walls. He then yelled loudly,
"Open the gates!"
The bears were reluctant to listen, but did as ordered. The large, steel gates opened wide, as the equal ground was made. Tharus then walked outside of the walls, and his bears followed. They still thought Tharus was crazy, but he walked on as he said,
"I accept, Haeos." Tharus said, drawing his large axe. He stared calmly at Haeos as the air blew through his fur. He began to grin as he said, "You first."
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