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| Elynor | Fri Oct 17, 2014 1:53 am Post #1 |
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Floating above the treeline, a Cascadian Patrol Ship slowed to a halt. Maintaining a proper hover position, four ropes dropped off the starboard. Four marines stood at the side ready to drop into at a moment's notice. They stood at attention as they were given their orders. "You shall be our boots on the ground. Primary objective is to investigate what Norwood Officials are neglecting to tell us. Secondary is to eliminate all hostiles, whatever they may be. Tertiary is to offer any assistance to the citizens of Norwood if possible. You'll be alone for this operation as we must vacate this airspace. If you need to retreat, fall back towards Camp Jeckes to the north." The Captain stated and saluted. "Good luck, Marines!" With a shout of patriotism from the four, the Cascadian Marines rappelled down the ropes into the forest below. Once they were on the ground, Elynor took in her surroundings. The ropes that let them down retreated back into the trees as they were pulled up by the Airmen and the shadow of the ship could be seen flying off. "Alright, Sarge, lead the way." One of the others. Sergeant Andarias responded after a quick look to his compass and pointing towards the south. "The village is in that direction, about an hour walk. Advance in formation and keep eyes on everything." He ordered and began walking with his crossbow at hand. Elynor listened for the thoughts of anyone not belonging to her squad, trying to tune them out as best she could. Taking up the rear, she walked backwards with weapons at the ready. The village they were to investigate was... barricaded if she heard correctly. From what, she wasn't sure. Were they under attack? Best to scout out the surrounding woods just in case... |
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| Fixitt | Fri Oct 17, 2014 2:21 pm Post #2 |
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The Good Doctor Fixitt had left Striberg. He had heard the news, gathered a large pack of medical supplies and arcane nodes, and then proceeded to take a flight to the village in Norwood. Though Fixitt did not take a normal route, he instead flew on an airship to Cascadia... and then proceeded to fly the rest of the way on his jetpack. He had taken a low altitude flight, skimming across the land as a brown and red blur. He had entered Norwood forest a day ago, he only had a simple meal each day, bread and cheese were all he needed. Yet now, as he flew around trees, he wished he had brought more, or at least brought along a hunk of salted beef. He kept on flying for nearly an hour more before seeing movement. He began to slow down and eventually landed in front of them, Fixitt began to pat himself down as he spoke, "Good afternoon. I hope you people know where the... something village is. The one with the oddity? I'm here to assist in the recovery of the plague victims and research the plague itself to create a cure." He almost immediately realized he was being rather rude, he took off his old hat, making sure the white band had kept the red feather in place, and simply bowed as he spoke once again, "I am Kriegger Metall Fixitt, but most call me Doctor Fixitt. I am a prosthetic engineer, a physician, and a master of arcane knowledge. I would be grateful if you could help me find the place, I've got lives to save." He wore his simply brown suit, red tie, white button-up shirt, black boots, and white gloves, all of this just to hide his prosthetic limbs. |
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| Aeyliea | Sun Oct 19, 2014 3:14 pm Post #3 |
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She had lives to end. Probably lives. In all likelihood, it was a fifty-fifty split if she was ending lives, or merely ending unlives - to the...well, to whatever it was, there didn't seem to be too terribly much difference between being alive or dead, except perhaps for the smell. Lawbringer held tightly in hand, she stepped from the copse of ash trees, and walked essentially faceto face into another of the bizarre, for lack of a better word, zombies. It recoiled from her as if struck, it unnatural movements becoming increasingly unnatural and much more....strained. The flowing lines of arcane power dulled when they came within fifteen feet of her, rapidly changing color and intensity the longer they remained in the sphere of influence she exerted, or rather her named weapon id. This particular specimen found its head off its shoulders, and various bits and pieces summarily removed in rapid succession. It wasn't much like a proper fight, anyway. They were extraordinarily dangerous, but they were also seldom found with a weapon in hand, and most of the....zombies...did not know how to use a weapon once it was in hand in any case. Or perhaps the strange glowing lines of magic - magic! - didn't know. She did. She'd spent nearly forty years going from a raw recruit to a paragon of the sword, and few could match her. This whole excersize was something like a mop-up mission, only a lot messier. As the bits hit the forest floor - still twitching, still feebly trying to come at her - she reviewed in her head exactly what had happened. She was an innocent bystander, this time. She'd been passing through, staying in the inn at the time that the [removed] really hit the fan, and had since found herself trapped within. The barricade and its occupants would not let her out, and while she had little doubt as to the outcome of her forcing things - a lot of dead bodies, with a slight chance of one of them being her - she didn't feel right killing people doing their job, especially when she had seen first hand what their job was. And in any case, she had been troubled of recent. This whole problem served as a fantastic distraction from her emotional issues, and served to keep her mind occupied instead of dwelling upon the problems only so recently uncovered. Now, if only she had an actual objective here. It was time for a new plan, or at least a more interesting one. She was tired of being chased by creatures that were, more or less, dead. It was time to turn the tables around nad bring the fight to them - for the nonce, they seemed a little put out with trying to take her down. She gripped the hilt a little harder, and head back towards the village. Maybe if she killed all of them, they'd lift their damned quarantine and she could be back about her business. |
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| Zaffy | Thu Oct 23, 2014 3:30 am Post #4 |
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Got the high ground, that's what counts. The small triumph brought on a stifled laugh. Zaffy had in fact made it up into a bell tower that over looked the village, but that about the only good thing she had going for her. Down below the burning wreckage of her airship was sending up a thick billow of dark smoke. Her escape attempt died with the elemental core of that ship. She had almost died with it too, only escaping from a tool of Cascadian design allowed her to hook onto this tower and pull herself up. Her chest heaved with a cough that she smothered with her forearm. Zaffy didn't know if the things down there hunted by sound, but the aftermath of what they did to the handful of crash survivors encouraged a little caution on her part. The soft sound of padded feet on the old wood and a low growl told her that they weren't the only threat. Her hand lowered to the whip on her waist as she bared her teeth at the shadow darkened corner. "I am not dead yet. Not yet. So bugger off till I need you." Her voice was more a hiss than anything else, with no small hope that it wouldn't take the low volume of her voice for weakness. The dog-like animal padded closer, the shadows clinging to it like they were physically tangible and not just the effects of light. Her eyes were locked with the deep, burning pits it looked upon the world with. Its lips were pulled back in a snarl, mimicking her facial expression until she undid the buckle holding her hip on. Disinterested it turned away and went back to wherever it did when it vanished like that. She had hoped that it had died in the crash, but knew better than to count on it. Her attention quickly left the most recent harrowing experience. In the distance, very faintly, she could hear the distinctive thrums of a Cascadian airship. Quite recognizable, given the fact that her wrecked ship was one of their designs. Zaphira tore the small pistol off of her belt, not even bothering to free it properly. Aiming the flare gun outwards she launched the flare up. It was a signal flare used by their military meant to call in a strafing run, but for now all she wanted was a ride out of this blighted city. She just had to hold out hope that the Cascadians would see it. Along with the hope that whatever infection is spreading here isn't airborne. |
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| Elynor | Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:27 am Post #5 |
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The squad of Marines went on high alert as the newcomer arrived, pointing their weapons at him as he hastily stated his purpose. "A plague? We're deployed and it's just a bunch of sick folks." Benito said as Sergeant Andarias approached the stranger. Still cautiously holding his weapon, he looked him up and down. "Slow down, chap, first you're going to tell us everything you know about what's going on around here." Andarias demanded. "Sarge it's just sick-" Benito started to comment before being interrupted by the Sergeant. "Not now, Ben." It was at the notice of the flare in the distance peeking through the thin treeline that Elynor spoke up. "It might have to be now, that's one of our signals." Elynor stated and pointed off in the distance of the village. "Calling in air support? We were told it was to be a no fly zone." The fourth of the squad, Carlos, stated. With a grunt of frustration and pointing out Benito, the Sergeant barked out some quick orders. "You stay here with the good Doctor and find out what he knows. The rest of you, double time to the village." He said before gesturing the other two to follow him as he ran off into the woods. Benito sighed and looked at the civilian 'Doctor' and pulled out a small booklet and a pen. "Alright, you heard him, tell me what you know." The rest of the squad, arriving at the edge of the village, noticed that it was completely barricaded off. Andarias waved Carlos to come forward as he and Elynor moved off towards the side. Carlos started to set up alchemical explosive charges along the barricade. Elynor scanned the sky and pointed towards the sky. "Light smoke trail lingering. It came from... there I think." She said and pointed towards a bell tower. "We make our way straight there then." The Sergeant stated as Carlos joined them and the explosives went off, breaking down one of the barricades. |
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| Fixitt | Fri Oct 24, 2014 1:46 pm Post #6 |
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Fixitt raised a single eyebrow, how did this people not know about the plague, it was the entire reason why this place was quarantined! Of course all Fixitt could do at the moment was sigh and hurriedly explain what was happening, "It's an Arcano-Plague that originally only effected prosthetics and golems, but now it has evolved into something more. It can now effect flesh and blood, making the person they infect into a magitech seeking zombie. I don't know anything else, I am here to cure these people and gather as much information as I can." He sighed as he looked at the direction the flare had come from, tapping his foot impatiently as the man wrote it all down. Fixitt nodded once, "You've got that? Good. Now we should hurry to your comrades, if we are left behind it could be bad. I have four prosthetic limbs, I'm the techno-zombie's favorite food." With that he began his walk towards where the flare had been shot, perhaps he could help there, if anyone was injured they would need his medical expertise. |
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| Aeyliea | Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:05 pm Post #7 |
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She cursed her luck. Blood ran in a thin rivulet down her arm from a shallow wound in her bicep, dripping from her fingers as she pounded ground. Behind her, a dozen or so of the strange undead creatures followed, not at all slow despite the fact that they were very clearlyt not alive. One of them had bitten her while she was dispatching a different one's head, and then that one had lost its head as well. There were quite a few bits and pieces of these creatures strewn across the ground some two or three hundred yards back, and when they had started to twitch and draw together, she had decided she didn't want to be there anymore. She was still disconcerted by the fact that not all of the creatures she had slain had been dead, for all that they acted it. A few had screamed - either in despair or thanks, she did not know. Her arm throbbed quite painfully, but she had become so used to ignoring such trifling details as that that it was really little more than a biteme buzzing in the back of her head, easily ignored. She dove into a thick copse of low trees, crashing through limbs that whipped at her face and tugged at the dark lathers she wore, vutting as many limbs out of her way as she could. She was just about through... ....when the world roared. A concussive wave rolled over her, actually slowing her forward progress momentarily before she stumbled forward again, tripping and falling on her face, more or less, within sight of the ruined barricade. She lay on the ground groaning for a moment, before popping back up to her feet - spurred on by the sound of unsteadily running feet - and bolted straight ahead, into the smoke and the fire. She had her great sword gripped in one hand as she dashed passed a group of people - soldiers by the brief glance she got - like an olympic sprinter. Piss off if you know whats good for you! Company's comin hot on my heels... she shouted at them, diving through smoke and leaping over debris. |
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| Zaffy | Wed Oct 29, 2014 4:45 pm Post #8 |
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Seconds turned into minutes as she waited, watching above the treeline in the direction the sound of the airship had been. Zaffy had nearly given up hope of an aerial rescue when a thunderous explosion echoed out near the edge of Vanimle. Her first worry was that the airship had infact come, but had simply crashed sooner than hers had. The sound wasn't right though, it was momentary and still afterwards. An airship crash was more cacophonous and lasted longer. Zaffy was peering down the sights of her manuballista towards the source, right around the barricades. It was hard to pick out exactly what was going on with the dispersing smoke, but it looked like there was a bit of a scuffle around a breach in the barricade. Some of them looked almost like... A grin crossed her face, not exactly an airship but the fact that some Cascadian marines responded meant her signal got through at least. The good feelings rapidly melted away as the smoke from the breaching was blown away. Beyond them coming from the woods was a number of the infected. It was worrying how they had gotten out, but hearing the howls inside of Vanimle it was clear the party was soon going to be surrounded. With The End nestled on the stable edge of the bell tower she was in, Zaphira at least had a safe and braced position up here. It might draw attention, but she had to intervene or else the only clear sign of help might wind up getting eaten. That was what she told herself as she sighted on one of the infected full blown sprinting towards the group. The glowing blue lines running down their bodies made them one of the easiest targets to spot, thankfully. Pulling the trigger let loose one of the portable ballista bolts, even from her distance Zaffy noted with satisfaction that the round had punctured through the infected's lower back and pinned it to the ground. The bright blue liquid mixing with the blood from the body could potentially be infectious. A fact she meant to keep in mind if she ever had to deal with them in close quarters. Putting that aside she acquired a new target, controlled her breathing and pulled the trigger again. |
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| Fixitt | Fri Oct 31, 2014 12:58 pm Post #9 |
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Fixitt stopped cold after only a few steps, he saw a woman rushing past them towards the town. He turned around and broke out in a cold sweat as he shouted, "Ah, [removed]. Hold on!" Fixitt took off in that second, grabbing the marine's arms and took flight. Fixitt looked down and said, "My hands are made of metal, they will never tire. I will not let go. Remain calm and do not struggle." The jetpack could keep them both going easily, he only stopped and dropped to the ground to deliver the marine to his crew. Fixitt shouted, "We need to move! There is a large force of infected storming this area. we need to fortify a watch tower, as running away will only tire us out and make us easier to kill." Fixitt was in the sky a second later, taking stock of their surroundings, the woman at the top of the building was fine, even responding well to her situation. The woman running away was fast, but not faster than Fixitt could fly. Fixitt set off at a steep dive, shooting past the woman and turning around, raising a steel hand, "Miss, we don't have much time. Come and help the few soldiers from Cascadia. Running from the infected will only make you die tired. If you help them fight off the infected, we may be able to devise a plan to distract them. Ah, yes, rude of me. I am Dr. Fixitt of Striberg, here to cure the plague with my science and magi-tech specialties. Now please, come back and help, if you are injured I can stitch you up, as I am a medical doctor as well." With that said he started back towards the Cascadians, he would need to make sure they survived, and then he would starting testing the prosthetics and flesh, he had many experiments in mind, and only a small window of time to do them. |
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