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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Thu Dec 8, 2011 4:36 pm Post #1 |
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Operation Cookout. It was called that because this sort of thing was so damn predictable. Every year, like clockwork, the citizens of this ancient city would rise from the ground and terrorize everything. Year one, it was a threat. Year two, it was a threat because everyone was really surprised it happened again. Year three, four, five and so on, everyone was prepared. Everyone. Ozan even spotted housewives and bar wenches in neighboring villages carrying weapons in preparation for the fearsome but inevitably useless onslaught. Okay, sure, there were a few hiccups in this long history of frozen undead. Like that time they invented undead horses so they could mount attacks with undead cavalry (Ozan snickered to himself at the pun), or when a few of them merged into beefy super-undead that looked more like gorillas than humans. Whatever. This was still boring as hell. Actually, that was probably another reason they called this Operation Cookout, Ozan mused. It was just like it: lots of sitting around making awkward chitchat. Maybe a little less burnt flesh, since these undead were resistant to fire. "Captain, it's almost morning," one of his men pointed out to the half-sleeping, half-daydreaming man in fur-lined armor. Ozan opened his eyes completely, smiled under his helmet and nodded in approval. "Right," he answered, pushing himself to his feet. "Off you go, then. Get to position." His voice lowered to a rumble for the last few words. "Let's get this over with so we can go back to Oshku and have a warm meal." While he spoke, soldiers of all sizes and backgrounds poured out of the ruined buildings around him. Oddly enough, they spaced themselves relatively equidistant across the ground. Once the sun reached a certain point, it all started. Hundreds of frozen, skeletal hands burst from the ground around their feet. When the undead managed to partially dig themselves out of the ground, the Hounds were already there, busting their heads in. Perhaps, Ozan thought as he effortlessly crushed a larger one, that he should have called it Operation Stomp. Or Operation "Thwack Ye Mole." Oh well. Too late to rename it. "Ozan--!" someone called from behind him. The anti-mage wheeled around just as a towering, long legged undead managed to fully emerge and force him to the ground with a powerful hit. Edited by Ozan, Thu Dec 8, 2011 4:39 pm.
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| Elena | Fri Dec 9, 2011 6:24 am Post #2 |
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It was difficult explaining that Elena had two never before seen species of drake with her. Drakes that tripped the undead searching alarms, but since she was with Commandant-Lord-General Exelcius of Taras, everyone decided it was cool. Elena sat around in the camp, noting how casual the whole affair was. Her warden, one of the many creatures she had not bothered to name yet, grumbled at the amount of people that came up and attempted to engage it somehow. Most people were quite interested in their new(and large) but stunted drake ally. The smaller of the two attracted much less attention, mostly because it stuck by Elena's side. The soldiers moved out, and Elena quickly took up a position as she was bidden by Exelcius. The smaller critter kept by her back, preparing to cover her for whatever came next. Almost as if on cue, hands began breaking from the earth. Elena waited for a moment and allowed a bald skull to appear in front of her. With all the emotion of a worker pounding a stake into the earth, Elena dropped the sledgehammer on the creature's skull. It broke with a satisfying crack. Ahead of her a man fell over from the strike of one of the larger undead, and she promptly ran up to help him to his feet. "Hello there, I'm Elena." Elena said. Past the man the massive undead had been healed to death. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:50 pm Post #3 |
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Oh, well, it was probably for the best that Ozan fell, anyway, since the girl who ended up helping him to his feet was adorable. The anti-mage couldn't help but grin widely under his helmet, confident it was covering up his unrestrained features. He offered a plated hand to shake hers. "Why hello there, Elena! My name is Captain Ozan Mazhar of the Silver Hounds." He hefted his mace to his shoulder almost effortlessly, and once the shake or non-shake was done, he gripped it in both hands and whirled it into the large undead still looming over them. Its frozen bones practically exploded from the strike, sending bits and pieces everywhere. "Nice hammer," he said to her over his shoulder. The flourish of his eyebrow was unseen behind his eye-slits, but he did it anyway for good measure. More and more hands broke from the earth, which everyone had a gay old time destroying. Healing, Bonesplinters -- which were now readily available -- anything that took them down fast and relatively easily. Ozan looked back at Elena to see how she was doing. "So, what kind of drakes are those, anyway?" |
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| Elena | Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:29 am Post #4 |
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A captain of the Silver Hounds? She had heard that group was incredibly lazy. For some reason the construction of his mace was incredibly similar to her hammer. It was somewhat odd, although his was moderately more shiny. She shook his hand and he promptly put down one of the undead. "Nice mace. Where did you get yours? Mine heralds from the Striberg Academy of Magic's hunting division." Elena asked. He asked her about the creature that was happily smashing undead into the ground. She paused momentarily. "Oh! The big one is a Gwiklith Armorlord, the other is a Striberg Hunter. The Hunter is in high demand for use as a sleddrake." Elena said. Those names worked, didn't they? She'd have to remember them for future taxonomic uses! Elena casually crushed another undead's skull. "So does this happen every year? The Commandant-Lord-General Exelcius conscripted me, you see." Elena inquired. It would be good to know if there was a logical reason for why what must normally be a cataclysmic event was so well controlled. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:29 pm Post #5 |
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Ozan's mace crushed another rising undead before he answered. "Ah, it was a family heirloom." Even though theirs had similar makes, his was shinier and thus superior. He didn't mention that to the girl. The anti-mage took the quick drake names in stride, having not really been educated in dragon-lore all that much. They seemed legitimate, at any rate. Elena asked a second question, which Ozan had to pause again before answering in order to violently crush another undead. "Like clockwork, ma'am. So everything's all planned out. Me and the other Hounds are just helping." Almost half an hour of nonstop killing passed before someone shouted to assemble. Ozan rushed to the center of the ruins, where an absolutely massive undead was halfway risen from the ground. It had to be a good 20 feet tall, with sharp teeth and a long, heavy blade of ice. "There's always a leader," he explained to Elena. "It's when you can tell we're almost done. Looks like he's a physical fighter today, thankfully." So everyone rushed up to it and started beating on it. |
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| Elena | Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:17 am Post #6 |
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Elena nodded and idly wondered why they didn't strip mine the place and remove the undead permanently. It seemed less expensive than all this hullabaloo. As she contemplated, a massive undead rose from the ground. A swarm of fighters immediately descended upon it. Chips of bone fell everywhere and in a frenzy the beast simply attempted to sweep the massive horde away from its ankles. Someone screamed out timber and the creature fell over as though it was a great tree, one of its ankle-bone-things severed. Its head fell a foot from Elena, who promptly tapped it with her hammer. The undead bane functions took charge, and the skull cracked and imploded. Moments later she found herself hoisted above the crowd, heralded as the quasi-hero of the fifth annual whack ye undead. A small golden trophy found its way into her hands. "Oh! Thank you, everyone! I'll be sure to do whatever events or whatever you have planned for my great heroics!" Elena said. At this point she was simply going along with the flow of events, raising her tiny trophy above her head. Maybe they'd give her some homemade cookies? That would be excellent! |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:20 pm Post #7 |
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In all the chaos and excitement of the moment Ozan had lost track of Elena. When he turned back, she was standing at the head of a massive undead, the largest one of all, hammer triumphantly in hand. "Winner!" Ozan roared. "Elena is the champion of the fifth annual whack ye undead!" The anti-mage singlehandedly hefted her up onto his arms and shoulder, but other people also pretended to take part in this (probably just so they could touch the soft clothing of their new champion). Elena graciously accepted her completely unnecessary title and offered to take part in any festivities they might have planned to celebrate their victory. That was when Ozan clear-out dropped her to the ground. "Okay, enough joking around," he rumbled, his eyes looking extremely severe beneath his helmet. "Just who the hell are you? You come here out of nowhere with two drakes following you, two drakes that nobody has ever seen before. It wasn't just me who thought they were funny: I asked all my friends, too, during the combat." He kept his hand hanging over the handle of his mace. |
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| Elena | Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:50 pm Post #8 |
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Elena flopped onto the ground, and found herself staring upwards at the man who had formerly been carrying her. The crowd had thankfully cleared out before he had done so, leaving an eery quiet. "Well, no one has seen those drakes because they are recently discovered, silly goose! I bet you've never seen a sea turtle either." Elena squeaked. Her "drakes" came closer, growling at the man in the armor. Elena sincerely doubted they could do anything beyond distract him, she had more than a little experience with how fragile undead creatures were when subjected to a powerful weapon like a Bonesplinter. She earnestly hoped her former ally wouldn't go on a rampage. "I'm just a rich girl with her drakes, sir." Elena finished. [edit: Sorry for shortness] |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Thu Dec 15, 2011 1:47 am Post #9 |
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"Oh." His hand lowered from his mace, and he shrugged. Despite the drakes' growls, he didn't really care about the situation at this point and wanted to just go home and have a bite to eat. Her claims seemed legitimate anyway. "I guess you're in for the dinner, then? I'll see you there." The dinner happened. Ozan gobbled down many courses of food and made merry conversation with his coworkers, who were all situated on an elaborate long table. As it was, Ozan was placed directly across from Elena. It really didn't help dinner conversation when the last thing he had said to her was pretty much a random threat out of the blue. He still got a vaguely bad vibe from her, but that was fairly commonplace with him. Anyone he didn't know very well was subject to that. It was all very, very interesting. |
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| Elena | Thu Dec 15, 2011 3:23 am Post #10 |
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Thank goodness, the man didn't bother smashing her skull in! She was worried that that time someone would actually ask about her "drakes" and give them some sort of test. They would fail miserably, of course, Elena had found them prone to breaking. They were sitting at the dinner, directly across from one another. It was incredibly awkward, especially considering everyone but the Lord-General-Commandant and the Mayor were looking at her funny. She slowly ate her roasted pork, wishing as hard as she could that nothing would happen. "Well, the pork is delicious, isn't it?" Elena said. She actively glared at the little trophy and hated herself for deciding to finish the creature. It would have been fine, maybe a non-important person would die. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:48 pm Post #11 |
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A man burst into the room, breaking the silence that had immediately followed after Elena's mention of pork. Ozan's hand shot to his weapon while his other armored fist remained wrapped around a fork, shoveling food into his mouth. "Monsters!" he shouted, pointing to the exit. "T-they're horrible! Two undead drakes!" Ozan's grip on his weapon loosened at the mentioning of it. "Oh, those are just Elena's drakes. And they're not undead, obviously." "Did you even look at them?" the man replied. "Sometimes their eyes don't even focus on the same spot!" The dinner table erupted into clamor and general indignation. "What is the meaning of this, Elena?" Ozan demanded. "Are you... a necromancer?!" The metallic sound of warriors unsheathing their weapons overcame the din of questioning chatter in the background. |
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| Elena | Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:58 am Post #12 |
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Elena glanced up at the man that recently entered. He screamed about undead drakes. Elena realized with a jolt that the game was up. She rocketed out of her chair, knocking it against the wall in the process. She whipped her massive hammer up, ready to tag anyone who got too close. "I'll have you know he can focus both eyes on the same spot! He just gets drowsy sometimes. And that doesn't mean he's undead!" Elena said. Shouts about how the creature didn't seem to mind getting filled with crossbow bolts drifted into the dining hall. "And sometimes he's really sleepy." Elena explained, quickly. Then someone shouted that healing it only degraded the quality of its flesh. With that Elena promptly gave it the order to attack. A man sailed through the window next to Elena, glass pouring down. She bolted out, using the window frame to vault out. She shrieked as glass lacerated her hand, but kept running. The larger of her two undead surged by, chasing a small swarm of armored men. She hoped they weren't hurt too badly! The smaller of the two undead ran alongside her, its tongue lolling out. Its head had a quizzical tilt to it. "Sriti, this is not the time to ask me why I took that risk!" Elena shouted. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:56 am Post #13 |
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This was it: the duel of the ages. Anti-mage against abomination. The undead dragon that the girl left released a cacophonous roar that was intimidating enough to distract from its comically unfocused eyes. Ozan slid his helmet over his head and took up his mighty weapon, the Bonesplinter, against this terrible foe. As people attacked the beast, it charged, toppling the long table and spilling delicious food everywhere. This waste of food only increased Ozan's righteous fury, and his mace collided hard into the side of the drake's skull. It shattered. Pieces of bone and gore flew gaily across the room, and the undead construct collapsed in a heap over the upturned table. Someone bent over and rummaged through the wreckage. He found the old trophy that had previously been in Elena's possession and handed it to Ozan. The anti-mage beamed at the object, which had the words "YE WINNER" proudly engraved into the base, and cradled it in his arm. "Today," he shouted to these men, "we have eliminated two grave undead threats to society." |
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| Elena | Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:59 pm Post #14 |
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With a sudden snap she felt her connection to her drake fall. In a fury she activated the modified sight the plague had granted her, peering through the earth. Undead literally filled the ground, but many were weaklings. She hunted and hunted until she found one that brimmed with dead energy. She summoned up energy from the plague itself and sent it thundering into the ground. Ribbons of green light hurtled from her body to the earth. With a sudden crack the energy dissipated. Thunder crackled through the air. A hundred hands reached from the earth, and dozens more joined every second. The undead commander rose, raising a staff and a blade into the air. "I am Fladnag! What is you command, oh Plaguebearer." He called out. Elena thought for a moment, then pointed to the restaurant she had just eaten at. (It was a seasonal place just for this event, since so many soldiers came by) "The fate of the world is decided!" Fladnag cried out, and a slowly growing undead army marched forth. "It never happened like this before, I bet!" Elena giggled. |
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