The Exact Center of Town...

[Nevrmore]

Passerby cannot help but wonder what the intricately detailed sculpture is, and if it had even ever existed before. It simply stares outwardly with cloud-white eyes, as if waiting for someone to come and pose it a question. Two pitch black wings, almost ridiculously large, stretch outward from it's back, towring above the figure, able to completely envelop the entire statue if need be. The man itself is completely nude, but whomever created this magnificent statue was decent enough to pose his legs in such a way as to cover his manhood. Could this really be a statue, or is it something different altogether?

[Renrik]

((easy way to find out...))

Not-Renrik the goblin pokes it with stick.

[Nevrmore]

The seeming statue remains unmoving, although the skin of its body sinks inward just as real skin does when prodded.

[Deadly]

Deadly appears in a swirl of dark flames. He looks at the "statue" and scratches his head. He then sits down in front of it and eats a muffin.

[Nevrmore]

The sculpture remains completely stationary.

[Deadly]

After finishing the muffin, Deadly stands and turns to look at the statue again. He tilts his head a bit, then places a muffin on the ground in front of it, bows slightly and disappears.

[Nevrmore]

The muffin lay on the ground, destined never to be touched by the statue.

[Flabbicus]

The illithid and its morphic charge follow a crowd of NPC's who came to stare at and probe the statue. One exceptionally foolish and boorish boy picks a good sized pebble up and flings it at the statue's head. The illithid regards the statue and the crowd with disdain, the plasma effigy merely looks around with unintelligible eyes.

[Nevrmore]

The pebble rebounds off the head of the statue, leaving the man with a small tarnish of dirt on his forehead. To the amazement of one NPC as he stupidly thrust a sturdy stick into the figure's ribs with too much force, the stick penetrated through, although it the figure did not bleed.

[Flabbicus]

The townsfolks scratch their heads in consternation and decide not to try their luck. The crowd slowly disperses, leaving a few dawdlers as well as the illithid and its minion.

The illithid steps towards the statue and reaches out with its mind in case there is some sort of presence behind the odd sculpture.

[Nevrmore]

The illithid is easily able to sense sentience within the being.

[Flabbicus]

The illithid makes a movement with its tentacles equivalent to a smirk.

Funny things these humans, huh? Too wrapped up in their own little games to try more subtle ways to test their theories.

(In case it wasn't a given he speaks through telepathy.)

[Nevrmore]

"Every being has their own ways of experimenting the unknown." A voice chimes, apparently coming from the statue. It appears as if he is not using telepathy, but his lips do not move, and no one but the illithid seems to take notice that this monolith spoke.

[Flabbicus]

True, each way has its own merits and disadvantages. A person once told me something very valuable to me, he said "the force is with, but you don't have to use it every time. Sometimes you can use the diplomacy!" So, what is the reason for your appearance in this humble planar hubcap of the planes?

(Bah, time for bed.)

It leaves.

[Nevrmore]

"To aid whomever needs it with all of my knowledge."

[Nevrmore]

The sculpture, seeing that the illithid is gone, might have sighed to himself, but he kept stoic.

[Xaspian]

A pidgeon flutters and sits on the statue.

It relieves itself on the statue's head, and flaps off.

[Chaotic Bob]

The dvati, Terre and Tirre, slowly make their way through this section of town whilst in a heated sparring match that at one point has them running up and down the statue. As they cross it they sense something and briefly stop to look around, not noticing anything in particular, they continue their sparring match and make their way towards and past the police station with their ultimate destination appearing to be the woods outside of town.

[Nevrmore]

As the pigeon's fecal matter trails down the man's head and passes over one of his eyes, a quick, almost imperceivable burst of energy emits from his ocular vision and completely evaporates it.

[Nevrmore]

((D-d-double post))

Hawk walks over to the statue and looks at it.

"This is a very detailed sculpture.."

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks up at it, It is certainly interesting, I don't remember it being here.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake looks up at it.

[Nevrmore]

"I wonder if some powerful wizard conjured it up."

[Renrik]

Not-Renrik the goblin is still perplexed. So he takes his stick with both hands and attempts to break the manlike-statue's kneecap by smashing at it repeatedly.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks completely around it, especially admiring the wings. I wonder where it came from?

[Nevrmore]

The figure's kneecap is soon enough reduced to the equivalent of apple sauce, and yet it does not move. Hawk looks at not-Renrik.

"Hey, cut it out." He says, almost forgetting that he can't arrest people for destruction of property anymore.

[wxdruid]

Gwen comes around and glares at not-Renrik, Yes, stop it or I'll zap you.

[Renrik]

Not-Renrik looks at the two

But... but... I was assassinating it. That's what I do Because I'm an assassin. Because.... because....

Not-Renrik heaves a sigh, mutters something in goblin, and leaves.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk watches not-Renrik leave with a "Dubya Tee Eff" look on his face. He ddin't even notice the statue's kneecap suddenly repair itself.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake finds some convenient shadows and hides in them.

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs and looks up at the statue wondering why on earth it's here.

[Nevrmore]

The statue's eyes glow, picking up Gwen's thought

"To dispense knowledge." A voice echoes. Hawk jumps back, surprised.

"The hell was that?

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks around, I think it was the statue, It talks?

[Nevrmore]

The statue remains silent, as the question was not addressed to him.

Hawk looks up at it. "I've seen stranger things..."

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks up at it and asks, Why do you dispense knowledge?

[Xaspian]

The Pidgeon returns, and sits on the statue's shoulder.

Coo, it thinks, to noone in particular

[Nevrmore]

"For the betterment of whomever needs it."

[wxdruid]

Well that's a nebulous answer, do you answer any question?

[Nevrmore]

"Any question that is within my grasp of knowledge."

[wxdruid]

Ah, she turns to Hawk, Do you have any interesting questions for it?

[Xaspian]

The pigeon tilts its head to one side.

Coo.

It flies off.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk shrugs. "Not really..." He looks at the statue.

"How much is within your grasp of knowledge?"

"As much as my knowledge is aware of."

Smartass statue...

[wxdruid]

Gwen smiles, It doesn't seem to give very precise answers. Let me think for a moment.

[Nevrmore]

"Most things that say their knowledge is limitless don't." Hawk says.

"Hey, statue, do you have a name? I'm getting annoyed at calling you 'statue.'"

The voice chimes...

"I am Zurvan."

[wxdruid]

Okay Zurvan, what will I be doing later tonight?

[Nevrmore]

"You will be spending more time with Hawk Geldof."

[wxdruid]

Gwen chuckles, I think my question may have been a little vague. She smiles up at Hawk.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk shrugs, "I halfway expected him to say 'you will be living.'"

((That's what I was originally going to put, hehe))

[wxdruid]

Well I don't have any serious questions to ask a statue and receive the answer quite so publicly. You ready to head back or somewhere else?

[Nevrmore]

Hawk looks at the statue, thinking.

"Let's see if this thing is consistent." Hawk says. "Hey, Zurvan, what will I be doing later tonight?" Zurvan's eyes glowed.

"Fighting the man who's hiding behind you." He said. Hawk couldn't help but whirl around.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon returns once more, and settles down on the statue. It nestles down, and begins to go to sleep.

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks around, What man?

Drake?

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake steps out of the shadows. I assume you mean me? He addresses Zurvan.

[Nevrmore]

"Yes, I am addressing you, Drake."

"Who the hell are you?" Hawk asks, one hand reaching for his gun.

[wxdruid]

Gwen puts one hand on Hawk's arm, No, don't. His name is Drake.

[Nevrmore]

"Why was he hiding in the shadows??"

[Lord Iames Osari]

I wasn't sure of your intentions, so I thought it best to observe without your knowledge.

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs

[Nevrmore]

"My intentions? What are you talking about?!"

[Xaspian]

The pigeon coos gently in its sleep. It dreams vaguely of being a walnut.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Your intentions toward Gwen. I'm a close friend of hers and I was concerned.

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks at Drake and raises one eyebrow.

[Nevrmore]

"I don't appreciate being judged." Hawk says, holding back a wave of anger.

[wxdruid]

Drake, I think I can take care of myself.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk takes a step forward, "Well?! Are you going to say something?"

[Lord Iames Osari]

((Give me some time, would you? When you have as many different conversations going as I do, you tend to slow down out of the need to keep them all separate in your head))

To Hawk: Well, be glad that you came off well.

To Gwen: Very well, I admit there was an element of curiosity in my decision.

[Nevrmore]

"'Came off well?' What is that supposed to mean??"

[wxdruid]

Gwen watches Drake curiously as she tries to put one hand on Hawk's shoulder.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk calms down a bit at Gwen's touch, but waits for Drake's response.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Despite being highly irritated by Hawk's persistent confrontationalism, Drake does not raise his voice. Rather, it becomes still softer. It means that you were weighed in the balance and not found wanting. I trust that is clear enough for you?

[Nevrmore]

Hawk looks at him for a long time, trying to decipher what the hell he just said.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Hawk looks at him for a long time, trying to decipher what the hell he just said.

((You're doing this just to spite me, aren't you? :smalltongue:))

[wxdruid]

Gwen also tries to decide what Drake meant.

[Nevrmore]

((unoit))

Hawk lets his defensiveness subside and waits for Drake to leave.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake clears his throat. Would you mind if I had a quick word with Gwen before I leave you two?

[Nevrmore]

"Yes, I would mind." Hawk says. "But I'll let Gwen decide if she wants to speak with you or not."

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks at Hawk, I'll go speak to him and it'll take just a moment, then I'll rejoin you and we'll continue on our way.

Gwen quickly walks over to Drake, Yes?

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake leans closer and whispers.

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs and whispers back. They finally finish the conversation. She walks back to Hawk, I'm ready to go if you are.

[Nevrmore]

"More than so."

[wxdruid]

Yes, anywhere you wanted to go next? as she slips her hand back into the crook of his elbow.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Drake walks away through the streets.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk looks at Gwen, "If you don't mind...what did he say?"

[wxdruid]

It was personal business. I can talk about it later in a more private place if you're interested.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk sighs, "Well, what would you like to do now?"

[wxdruid]

Well, we can either walk somewhere else or towards home.

[Nevrmore]

"I'm sorry, but this whole encounter kind of ruined the mood...Maybe we should just go home."

[wxdruid]

I think I have to agree. Gwen waits politely for him to lead the way home.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk starts to leave, but stops. He turns to Zurvan.

"Hey, wait a minute - I thought you said I was going to fight Drake?"

Zurvan's eyes glowed.

"I did, and you did. You fought him verbally."

Smartass statue.

Hawk heads towards Gwen's house.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks along with him as they head home.

((that answer has me rofl))

[GuesssWho]

Scylla walks up to the statue. "Gn'pla nrtesn philka X?" (Can you understand me?)

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan's eyes glowed. "Yes."

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon wakes up. It thinks Am I a pigeon who dreams of being a walnut, or a walnut who dreams of being a pigeon?

It flaps off.

[Nevrmore]

As the pigeon flaps away, it hears Zurvan's voice in its head.

"The former."

[GuesssWho]

Scylla grins. "Well, then. Tell me everything you know about the Far Realm!"

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan's eyes glow bright, he had yet to be asked a question that would take quite that much time to explain.

"The Far Realms are situated in extra planar dimensions of a distance much greater than that of the distances of any of the other planes in this collective world. As such, it is known by few and only the most powerful extra-dimensional travelers can come to and fro. It is believed that these Realms are home to what are known as 'Elder Gods' - Cosmic beings older than any collective planet, any cognitive mind, any deity, any particle of dust that floats the unvierse eternal. They are not to be confused with deities in their own right, but they are indeed powerful enough to overwhelm most, if not all, of the gods that are worshipped on this and many other planes of existence. These Elder Gods exist on the inifnite number of layers contained within the Far Realm - The weaker ones hold ground at the thinner layers, whereas the strongest of them comman the layers miles in width. Those Elder Gods not strong enough to contain even the thinnest of layers must witness these layers fade out of existence in what one soujourner described as a river of milky white water flowing endlessly across the depths of time and space.

Dangers of the Far Realm include globules that fall from atmospheric heights, bursting upon impact with solidity and raining forth giant, deadly ticks capable of sucking most tangible organisms dry. At the bottom of the Far Realm is an amoebic sea, and above that is a habitat of wormlike creatures that live in a tentacled vegetation thought to feed off the sea under it.

Time, gravity, space...These things are unknown to the residents of the Far Realm. Anyone living there floats around in dark nothingness, and only those of the highest caliber of power can identify the different layers that composes the dimension. The air is many hundreds of times as viscuous as air in this realm, requiring a near-swimming stroke to navigate it, although the aforementioned powerful entities can consciously traverse layers by concentrating on it. Anyone who is not strong enough to identify the different levels of the Far Realm are subject to insanity upon their first visit. "

Zurvan continues his explanation, but his player thinks this is enough for now, so take it or leave it.

[Maerok]

A ragged man enters the area around the statue, clothed in torn clothing which sags and gathers all over his emaciated form. His face is hidden under a mane of these tatters, which drap down to his shoulder-level. Without words, it walks over to the shortest building nearby and scales it effortlessly. Once he reaches the top, the creature seats himself at the edge of the roof, feet dangling over the edge as it looks at the statue. "What is this that has everyone's attention?"

[GuesssWho]

"Thank you, o wise one! You have proved my dreams to be more than dreams alone!"
And a tentacle appears from under her coat. It touches the statue reverently and slips back into hiding.
She whispers a powerful Word of magic and teleports away.

[Xaspian]

The pigeon returns, and settles down it its usual spot on Zurvan's shoulder.

Coo. Coo-coo... Coo.
You spoke earlier. How did I understand you?

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan speaks to both the ragged man and the pigeon simultaneously, and yet neither can hear his answer to the other

"You understood me exactly as I understood you." He says to the pigeon.

"I assume it is I." He says in the echoes of the man's mind.

[Xaspian]

Coo... Chroo?

How can I make others understand?

[Nevrmore]

"It would require an entity of cosmic-level intelligence to correctly educate others in such a subject. As far as my knowledge shows, I am the only such being here capable of a feat such as this."

[Xaspian]

Chroo... coo.
So there is no way?

The Pigeon sighs. As well as a pigeon can.

Chroo-hoo.
Life ... is lonely.

[Nevrmore]

"Forgive me, but I only dispense knowledge to those actively seeking it. I cannot simply educate the masses whom pass me by without a word." Zurvan's eye's dimmed for a second, then glowed again. "However, if it comforts you, you may speak to me whenever you wish."

[Xaspian]

Coo-Coo, Chroo
That would be...good.

Slightly happier with his existence, the pigeon goes to sleep.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan's glowing eyes faded away, his ocular organs turning the same grey color as the rest of his skin.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes walks by Zurvan, looking up at it.

What a disgusting looking thrall statue. He thinks. He continues on his way.

[darnin]

Darnin appears by the statue in a puff of logic.

Wha...wasn't I just... He shrugs and sits down.

[Nevrmore]

"Yes, you were." Zurvan answers darnin. He even knew what the man was going to say, even though he had no intention of saying it out loud.

[darnin]

Darnin looks around.

Who said that?

[Nevrmore]

"It was I." Zurvan responded.

[darnin]

I see no one here. Show yourself.

[Nevrmore]

"I am already here and showing myself."

[darnin]

At this point Darnin is confused.

Where?

[Nevrmore]

((I'm assuming you aren't facing the statue))

"Behind you."

[darnin]

((Actually, he was sitting on the base))

Hm? He turns around. Are you...the statue?

[Nevrmore]

"I am not a statue, but as I know that it is I that you are referring to, yes, it is I, 'the statue.'"

[darnin]

I see. Or rather, I don't. You seem to be a statue, at least from my knowledge. And how are you speaking?

[Nevrmore]

"I use neither the use of vibrations in the vocal chords or telepathy to speak. I speak in a way that is unique to myself, as far as my knowledge shows. I, however, am not a statue. I am a lifeform just as you or anyone else."

[darnin]

Interesting. Why are you sitting there then?

[Nevrmore]

"My purpose is to bean unbiased source of as much information as my knowledge holds. As such, I have disallowed myself to perform any such task that might change my views, for better or worse. I do not move for if I explored this world beyond the knowledge I have already gathered of it I might begin to form an opinion of it that would get in the way of the information I hold."

[darnin]

Interesting. Who, then, put you here? Or do you not know?

[Nevrmore]

"I am not merely a tool put here by a higher power as a way to educate the ignorant masses. I've come of my own accord, although I shalln't be wont to neglect that there are beings of universal power that favored my choice, just as there were those that did not."

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon wakes up, and flies off.

[Hoseki]

Gatamu appears and peers at the 'statue.' "May I eat you?"

[Nevrmore]

"No, you may not."

[darnin]

Darnin nods at the being. I see. He sits back down on the base.

((Got to go for a little bit.))

[Hoseki]

Gatamu considers this, then vanishes.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan ceases speaking as the people cease to ask him questions.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon flies up, and sets down on Zurvan's shoulder.

Chroo-cooo. Coo
What do you know of friendship?

[Nevrmore]

"Strictly speaking, friendship is a strong bond between two sentient entities categorized by feelings of happiness or acceptance for one another and the want to spend time with them."

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon ruffles its feathers, and goes to sleep.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan waits for someone to pose another question...

[Xaspian]

The pigeon wakes up.

It's about to fly off, when it notices the remains of a muffin at the base of the statue. It flaps down, and starts pecking at it.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan just sits there ominously.

[Xaspian]

The pigeon looks up
Chroo?
You want some?

[Nevrmore]

"I do not require such things as nutrients to survive comfortably."

[Xaspian]

Coo...
Fair enough

It leaves the rest of the muffin, and flaps off.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan's eyes dim.

[Xaspian]

The pigeon flaps up. He is wearing a bracelet around his neck.

I can understand now! And others can understand!

But... I have discovered that I need a name. Why do people need names?

On that thought, he goes to sleep in his usual spot on Zurvan's shoulder.

[darnin]

Lepus floats over to the statue, looks at it, and then the screen suddenly darkens, and the craft falls low.

[Nevrmore]

"Names are used as identifiers and an easy way of remembering and referring to someone. Nomenclature conventions would have it that your name, whatever you choose, should refer to your unique traits in some way."

[Deus Mortus]

((birdbrain would be a good name :P ))

[Nevrmore]

Deus should know that Zurvan's knowledge is so all-encompassing that he even knows what people say OOC!

((Or maybe not))

Zurvan heard that.

((Oh shi))

[darnin]

The screen goes clear, Lepus looks around, and floats happily to Trog's.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan jumps down and begins doing a complex, twenty-seven step jig while singing "Wading in the Waters" and cooking Matzah in the oven.

Okay, not really. Zurvan just sat there, doing nothing.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan continues to do nothing.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks up to the statue and stares up at it.

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan keeps doing what he does best.

[McBish]

Eric wanders to the statue and stops to look at it, while at the same time checking to see where Gwen might keep her coin purse.

[wxdruid]

Gwen frowns, Where is Hawk?

Her purse is not in an obvious place.

[McBish]

Eric sighs and makes his way away from the statue and back to the main streets. Gwen might notice him bump into a person and pick his pocket as he leaves.

[Chaotic Bob]

Eric's shadow glares at Gwen for no real reason.

[Nevrmore]

"Hawk is looking for you."

[wxdruid]

Where? Gwen looks around the area.

[Nevrmore]

"Not here. He has yet to come here."

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs, I'll send up a signal that maybe he won't miss this time......

She casts a spell and several lightning bolts shoot straight up into the sky. She sits down to wait.

[Nevrmore]

He is on his way.

Surely enough, Hawk eventually finds his way to the center of town.


"Gwen?? Are you there?"

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs, Yes, Hawk, I'm over by the statue.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk runs over to Gwen, leaning against Zurvan and breathing heavily.

[wxdruid]

Hawk, I'm sorry.

[Nevrmore]

"Don't....be..." Hawk says between breaths.

[wxdruid]

*sigh* Well, I am, I left so suddenly. I was just frustrated.

[Nevrmore]

"Well, I did say you needed to get out more"

[wxdruid]

Yes.......and in some ways it just made me more frustrated. Gwen stands up and goes to stand in front of him.

[Nevrmore]

"What do you mean?"

[wxdruid]

Because....*sigh* Hawk I missed you.

[Nevrmore]

"I missed you...that's why I've been looking for you."

[wxdruid]

Gwen smiles hesitantly at him and reaches out with one hand.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk takes her hand, smiling.

[wxdruid]

Her smile widens, Will you accept a dinner date with me?

((and we'll continue this later, I've got to go to bed, I'll look here for the answer tomorrow))

[blackout]

A metallic fist breaks through the ground from underneath it. Many other metallic fists do the same in different areas in the center of town. The owners of said hands pull themselves up from underground. They hold out their hands. and many weapons appear out of thin air...Strange guns, odd-looking Power-blades, Chain-swords, laser-axes, vibroblade-spears and halberds, and glowing armor of many colors decorate their bodies. Their leader digs himself up last, and arms himself with armor as black as the void, with a purplish glow, wielding at least a dozen different guns, and a pair of laser-swords. He fires a shot from one of his firearms, which shoots an odd, yellow bolt of energy at a passing mouse. The mouse shrivels up and becomes a perfectly intact skeleton, and the glow of the strange metal warrior's armor grows brighter. The Forsaken have come.

(( :) Ph34r.))

[Nevrmore]

"What the hell is that?!" Hawk says, turning on his heel.

"It is the Forsaken." Zurvan answers, although Hawk is not even listening.

[wxdruid]

Gwen sighs, sorely tempted to zap the life out of the forsaken. I don't know what they/it is.

[blackout]

They begin marching throughout the streets in squads of eight, in perfect unison, slowly, almost leisurely. The leader turns to look at Hawk and Gwen.
Useless flesh-beasts. My people have returned from their centuries-long sleep. We will cleanse this world once more, and feed. Your life-force sustains us. Your anguish is music to our ears. Should one of us fall, he will reassemble and continue to fight. Stand down, and you will be consumed more slowly.

[wxdruid]

Gwen casts a spell, I think not and quite a few people in Town will agree with me. Her eyes flash with electricity.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk unsheathes his swords, uneasily switching his view back and forth from Gwen to The Forsaken.

[blackout]

Bah. You flesh-cattle are always so predictable. I should have simply Consumed you where you stand, rather than offer you a chance to surrender. Very well. Fight the tides of darkness. Fight and lose. It matters not. This world, and so many others will be Consumed.

[wxdruid]

So far all I hear is talk and wimpiness. I have heard nothing other than idiotic words and stupidity and felt nothing....

[blackout]

Although I hate to admit it, fleshling, you are right. The time for talk is over.
The Forsaken leader whips out two of his life-sucking firearms and opens fire, aiming with precision, and firing quickly, at the same time.

[wxdruid]

(The spell she cast makes it so projectiles miss her.)

Gwen fires two lightning bolts from her eyes at him as his WMD miss her.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk grinds his teeth, unsure of what to make of the whole thing. He begins concentrating to build up an aura.

[blackout]

((Not projectile. Energy. :) ))

He gets hit, and falls apart, smoking...only for the parts to levitate and fit back together. He cracks his neck and laughs evilly. You cannot stop us. We are death incarnate.

[wxdruid]

Gwen gestures, the area they are standing in suddenly has hurricane force winds (300kts). The wind rips up anything not nailed down or held very tightly.

[Nevrmore]

((Err, I guess Hawk dies?))

[wxdruid]

((nope, by they I mean the idiots))

[blackout]

The forsaken leader gets ripped apart, and his body parts continue to fly in the wind, but never stray far from eachother.

[wxdruid]

Gwen simply lets the hurricane continue, slowly increasing the wind speed.

She confines the winds to the area where the forsaken were...

[Nevrmore]

Hawk, feeling completely emasculated, simply watches Gwen.

[blackout]

The many pieces break into smaller pieces...and a squad of Forsaken come up behind Gwen and Hawk, brandishing more weapons.

[wxdruid]

Gwen turns to Hawk and smiles, Now I can continue, where were we?

She continues her concentration on the hurricane, she turns and tries to zap the new ones with electricity and merge them into the hurricane.

[Nevrmore]

"Uhh...." Hawk says, quite speechless.

[Saurous]

Ctrazt walks by the statue. He rushes toward the squad behind Gwen and Hawk, sending forth waves of electrokinetic energy at them. ((The Forsaken, not Gwen and Hawk, just in case you were thinking he was attacking those two))

[wxdruid]

Gwen turns back to Hawk and looks at him. Well? Will you have dinner with me? My treat.

[blackout]

The Forsaken keep on coming, new ones teleporting to replace the ones that are destroyed, and reassembling if not completely destroyed. They resume fire.

[wxdruid]

Cause I think it would be best to get out of here unless you want to watch me destroy everything around us.

[blackout]

At least two dozen more Forsaken come from the south, with two other squads of eight coming from the north and east respectively.

[Saurous]

Ctrazt steps to the side, lifting several Forsaken into the air and attempting to crush them telekinetically.

Heh heh heh. Chaos, is there anything better?

He stands a fair distance away.

[Nevrmore]

"'Best' is an opinionated word, and as such I do not hold an answer to that." Zurvan chimes to Saurous' question.

"We can't just let these....things run around freely, Gwen." Says Hawk.

[Saurous]

((He's Ctrazt. Ctrazt is the crazy ulitharid fighting the Forsaken. Saurous is the somewhat sane necromancer that would probably fighting with the Forsaken. Or fighting against them, because he was here first))

[blackout]

The Forsaken leader ((somehow)) lands outside the hurricane winds in pieces, and reassembles. He fires a pair of shots at Hawk.

[wxdruid]

Gwen stands very close to Hawk and raises her arms. the small hurricane starts to grow, trying to consume everything in it's path. Her and Hawk are not affected by the wind and all flying objects miss them. She continues it's growth until it fills the plaza.

[blackout]

The leader grins. You would make a great addition to the ranks of the Forsaken, female fleshling.

[Saurous]

Ctrazt uses Psionics to coat his body in Iron ((Iron Body)). He then proceeds to destroy any Forsaken that are nearby him.

[blackout]

The Forsaken that are destroyed simply reassemble or, new ones teleport in to take their place, upon being destroyed.

[wxdruid]

Gwen raises her arms higher and increases the winds to 400kts, If you can stand up, well, hehe, you can't move.

[blackout]

The leader shouts over the winds. Capture the female alive! Take her back for the Ritual of Reprogramming!

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks once at Hawk before she aims a lightning bolt at the leader.

[Saurous]

Ctrazt, now sliding along the ground in the winds, brings several large, sharp crystals into existance. He lets them go. They spiral through the wind, striking hundreds of Forsaken.

((Or, if there are less, striking about 85% of them))

[blackout]

The Forsaken that are struck are immediately replaced or reassemble themselves, and begin concentrating their fire at the Illithid-thing.

The leader gets hit, and laughs.
Two large metallic hands come up from underground, directly beneath Gwen.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk sits down and sighs once more.

[wxdruid]

Gwen stumbles as the hand rises out to grab her, not expecting something from underneath her.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian appears in the hurricane, allowing the winds to circle him around and around.

YEEHAW!!!

His eyes turn pitch black as he draws Renegade and allows the winds to steer him for the leader. He swings.

[Saurous]

The blasts bounce off of Ctrazt's iron body. Ctrazt uses Psionic Crush on nearby Forsaken.

This battle is getting hopeless...

[blackout]

The hands grab her ankles((godmod?))and attempt to drag her down.

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks down and tries to fry them with lightning as they grab for her ankles, she reaches for Hawk.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk, suddenly realizes that Gwen is at eye-level, reaches out hastily, trying to grab her.

[Kyrian]

((Since apparently most post was ignored the first time:))

Kyrian appears in the hurricane, allowing the winds to circle him around and around.

YEEHAW!!!

His eyes turn pitch black as he draws Renegade and allows the winds to steer him for the leader. He swings.

[blackout]

The leader immediately shoots at Kyrian with one of his life sucking guns, swinging his life-draining laser-sword at the same time.

More hands reach up and grab onto Gwen, dragging her down.

[Saurous]

Ctrazt, seeing that his first psionic assault didn't work, he lets out a Psionic Ultrablast. Waves of painful psychic energy come from the Ulitharid, attacking the nearby forsaken.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian appears in the hurricane, allowing the winds to circle him around and around.

YEEHAW!!!

His eyes turn pitch black as he draws Renegade and allows the winds to steer him for the leader. He swings.

((I shall keep posting the same until you actually react to my post.))

Oh, and Kyrian dodges both attacks with a grin.

[wxdruid]

No, Gwen grabs Hawk's hands and hangs on for dear life. She barely manages to keep her concentration on the winds.

[blackout]

A last pair of hands comes up, and grabs onto the back of her head. A mild, non-lethal shock courses through it, aiming to knock Gwen unconcious for a short time.
The leader continues firing, and swinging, like mad, only worse.

[wxdruid]

((what kind of shock, please specify))

[Saurous]

Ctrazt, seeing that his first psionic assault didn't work, he lets out a Psionic Ultrablast. Waves of painful psychic energy come from the Ulitharid, attacking the nearby forsaken.


((*coughwhathappenedwhenctraztdidthis?cough*))

[Kyrian]

Kyrian laughs as the shots and even some of the swing hit, but no life is drained.

Maybe you should check who you fight, before you fight them...

Renegade becomes engulfed in fire, ice, and lightning as he swings, wondering if blackout will actually post a reaction to his attack for once.

[Nevrmore]

"God Dammit!!" Hawk says, feeling his grip loosening on Gwen. An earthy-green aura wraps around him as he shouts, ""Strength!. His biochemistry suddenly thrown out of whack, he clutches harder on Gwen's wirst and attempts to use his newfound strnegth to pull her free.

[blackout]

((Very mild, electric. Ph34r. >:) *is evil*))
The forsaken that are hit by the attack fall to pieces...only to be replaced by more that teleport in.

[blackout]

((*did post a response to the attack.*))

The leader continues swinging at Kyrian, and firing his gun. Several other Forsaken join in the attack against Kyrian.

[Kyrian]

((*sigh* but you're not respond to Kyrian's attacks. You're only saying that they constantly attack))

[McBish]

((Ok what the heck is Ph34r? And not really. Way to shock the person who throws lightining.))

[wxdruid]

((immune to electricity as part of her char as a Stormlady))

Gwen grunts as the hand grabs her braid, No, Hawk? as she barely manages to hold onto him.

[Lykan]

Lykan watches the fight from the rooftops, a neutral look on his face.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian grins as his player has received all the permission he's needed. Leaving the idiot leader to himself, Kyrian dives headfirst into the winds and takes hold of both Gwen and Hawk. The three of them vanish.

[blackout]

((Not much else to say. Their mindless, life-energy-stealing-weapon-wielding zombie robots that can teleport, and reassemble themselves after taking insane hits.))
The last pair of hands give up on trying to shock her, and just try to drag her down like the rest. Some Forsaken try to attack Hawk from behind, to make him let go, only to stop when they dissapear.
The leader growls. No! That female WILL serve the cause of the *wailing noises*! FIND THEM!

((*wailing noises* = Forsaken's name in THEIR language.)) ((Also, Ph34r = Fear, in leet-speak. ))

[Kyrian]

((Points blackout up one post, where Kyrian, Gwen, and Hawk all vanished))

[Saurous]

Ctrazt becomes frustrated, pulling out his Psicrystal. He allows it to take over his concentration. He raises his hand into the air, bringing thousands of sharp crystals into existence. They spiral through the air, attempting to strike Forsaken. He doesn't let up on the creation of the crystals, which continue attacking those that appear after the death of other Forsaken.

[wxdruid]

The wind suddenly drops to a calm breeze, all flying objects suddenly fall on the ground.

[Saurous]

Great, now I gotta aim!

Luckily, the crystals managed to get very high into the air, and they come spiraling towards the ground, slicing at the Forsaken.

[blackout]

The Forsaken begin teleporting out, searching for Gwen and her rescuers, and to avoid the crystals.
That psionic being will also serve us well. Send in the Dark Ones! They are suited for this!

[Saurous]

Ctrazt sends one last blast of crystals at the fleeing Forsaken, and then slumps to the ground, exhausted. His flesh transforms back to it's normal form, and he wonders about the Dark Ones. He then has a flashback about undead and Saurous attacking him with undead minions.

[blackout]

((<_< >_> Would anyone mind if I posted a list of Forsaken troop classes in the town hall?))

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan stands there motionlessly.

[Lykan]

Lykan gets up and leaves.

[Saurous]

((Are they standard troops, or are they your own custom ones?))

[blackout]

((There's alot of types...wait, custom? You think I'm stealing them from somewhere? Well, their heavily inspired by both chinese vampires, and the Necrons, mixed in with my own stuff. But, no, their not stolen. So, yes, custom.))

[Saurous]

((No, no. Sorry, I was thinking Necrons for a moment.))

[Nevrmore]

Zurvan listens idly to the OOC conversation.

[blackout]

((Bah. Everyone knows Necrons don't talk...or eat life energy. They just hate the living.))

[wxdruid]

((character posts belong in the character thread))