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Angela
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| Post #1: 1st May 2013 2:34:36 AM | |
I want to kill them all. There's no rule against working contrary to your win condition so why not? | | |
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Angela
| | Reputation: 10 | | Group: | Fallen | | Posts: | 2,186 |
| Post #2: 1st May 2013 4:22:08 AM | |
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The door to the North opened wide. A large figure loomed in it, moving slowly towards the group. The door shut with a click and Stonehard Lee emerged with a smile.
"Well met, friends!" He said cheerfully. His cheer soon subsided though when he saw the devastation.
Sr. Culo's head was glaring up at the ceiling. His body was slumped against the Western door, leaving a bloody trail. Lee looked around for any sign of danger and noticed in the darkness of the room he could make out some kind of mechanical arm at the top.
"Sad day, friends." Said Lee, adjusting his tone accordingly.
He blinked and rubbed his head as the faces were becoming clearer. Kane was gone, but the Queen was here now. When did that happen. He began to speak when a slamming noise cut him off. Something big was ramming into the door at the North. It gave out three bloodthirsty howls and continued its assault.
It is now Phase 33. Phase 33 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.
Players (13):
Angela
Boone
Brie
Eleanor
Frederick
Marek
Mark
Queen Genevieve
Rita
Stonehard Lee
Urk
Walton
Wilt
Exits:
North
South
West |
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"Just give me the word!"
Rita cheerfully said from one side of the room as Boone and Urk eyed one another. There were a series of further shared glances as Marek regaled them with tales of the good old days. Eventually the word was given. Rita quickly slid out the hatchet but hesitated a moment and tossed the Hatchet to Wilt.
"This one's yours."
Wilt smiled, and turned towards the queen he had sworn to protect.
"I've a family of my own to protect now. No hard feelings, Genevieve."
Wilt lunged towards the startled royalty, wildly swinging the hatchet in a broad vertical arc that thuds into the Queen's shoulder. Wilt quickly yanked the hatchet free and began to swing again, this time at the Queen's head as blood leaked all over her royal gown. It was ruined. She looked up with red, teary eyes at Wilt.
"No hard feelings, Sir Wilt..."
Genevieve grinned and lashed out, slapping the hatchet away from Wilt, sending it spinning across the floor to rest at Boone's feet. Wilt began to retreat as Genevieve held her hand out before her. A ball of dark energy gathered and began to pulsate. Boone offered the hatchet up to the weary Wilt, who accepted it and began to position himself for a second approach.
"Not even Kristoff showed such gross insolence... You all disappoint me. You most of all, Wilt."
The queen began to cackle as the dark energy exploded outward from her palm. The group were blown back into the far wall and the room was clouded with a smoggy darkness, making it impossible to see what was going on. The Queen's high pitched cackle was twisted and distorted until it no longer sounded like a cackle at all, but a continuous, inhuman snarl. The group one by one staggered to stand, eyes bouncing around the blackened room in fear.
"Don't worry friends, we stand united."
Stalwart Stonehard Lee's voice boomed reassurance. The dark energy dissipated as it was sucked inwards towards something. By the time the room was no longer obscured, the first and last thing any of them saw of Genevieve was the broad, muscular, fur covered back of a hulking figure. It disappeared into a void of the same pulsing dark energy with a final hateful howl.
Left behind, laying on the floor of the room was Queen Genevieve's shredded, crimson stained royal garb. It was but bloodied scraps. |
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