RPG Rolling Hot--- Mercinary Group
bfang
Hi guys! I'm back again. Well here goes...
<back in uniform>As the mercinarys round the entrance to the city of
Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to scream.
A dark haze seems to fill the vision as an Elf appears from somewhere behind
the dead border patrol soldier. He retrieves his knife and smiles and turns
back into the haze. A disembodied female voice filters into the sceen and
says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and the
technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we need
from your dead bodies!"
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"RL's dice are loaded and I'm
gonna disqualify him if I find out" -Disgruntled DM
"There are two people to never trust: a drunk mage and a sober mercinary! Of
course theres worse: a sober Dwarven mage mercinary!"
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FoulDragon
>As the mercinarys round the entrance to the city of
>Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
>cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
>approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
>their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
>slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
>machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to scream.
'What the hell is this? Doesn't look like standard Civil Defence Leaflet no.
114"
>A disembodied female voice filters into the sceen and
>says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
>mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and the
>technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
>surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we need
>from your dead bodies!"
Marada gets DECIDEDLY annoyed at this development, but steadies himself for a
few cycles before bursting in rage. 'First, you are in violation of the
Constitution of 748 in your attempt to arrest without explaining charges. And
furthermore, if you want 'im, you have to go through me!', he shouts, and lifts
his rifle, newly attacked bayonet gleaming. /'Commander.....I recall the
Consies and the Nationals.... who are these drai'tor cra'antrai [no
translation, but it's rude].'/ The magenta dragon then reaches into his pouch.
A slight clicking noise is heard, and an antimatter incindary is put onto
standby inside his pouch.
Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
users.aol.com/fouldragon
DC.DG.mfsRL--sVR++h--CDm ad++$-d++WL++*Fr-L2.8mBSue---g++i+++U--
Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with gasoline }:--)
bfang
(Out of uniform)Uh, sorry guys. This was an old crazy idea of mine based on
the writings I've done about BF's world(s). It's just alittle side track
that I thought was kind and I've been kind of running this show by welm
rather than by any real plan or order...(/out of uniform)
FoulDragon wrote in message
<199804272335...@ladder01.news.aol.com>...
>>As the mercinarys round the entrance to the city of
>>Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
>>cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
>>approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
>>their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
>>slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
>>machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to
scream.
>
>'What the hell is this? Doesn't look like standard Civil Defence Leaflet
no.
>114"
"Whats Civil Defense Leaflet no.114? I forgot.."
>>A disembodied female voice filters into the sceen and
>>says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
>>mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and
the
>>technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
>>surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we
need
>>from your dead bodies!"
"Shit! They tracked us here!" Black Fang says to himself as he shifts
uncomfortably.
>Marada gets DECIDEDLY annoyed at this development, but steadies himself for
a
>few cycles before bursting in rage. 'First, you are in violation of the
>Constitution of 748 in your attempt to arrest without explaining charges.
And
>furthermore, if you want 'im, you have to go through me!', he shouts, and
lifts
>his rifle, newly attacked bayonet gleaming. /'Commander.....I recall the
>Consies and the Nationals.... who are these drai'tor cra'antrai [no
>translation, but it's rude].'/ The magenta dragon then reaches into his
pouch.
> A slight clicking noise is heard, and an antimatter incindary is put onto
>standby inside his pouch.
"Well I guess we know who did the gasing back there! These are your Secret
Police of the Elven Imperial Doctrate. A facist society bent on creating
one world wide government in which Elves rule. They have some pretty cute
toys, but they're still the Nazi scum that they copied from our history
books!"
"We will be making sure that your tongue be mounted for all to view after
these preceding are over. In your next life I would be sure to mach what I
said if I were you." a female elf wearing a long black cloak like uniform
materializes before the assembled group along with four assasin like elves
guarding her.
"Well it looks like you will be meeting the ultimate match up of technology
and magic that I have run into. I'll be damned if I know that they were
tracking this far, I thought it was only on my world. I guess the Unsceen
really do get around!" Black Fang says looking uncertainly at the black
clothed figure.
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"RL's dice are loaded and I'm
gonna disqualify him if I find out" -Disgruntled DM
"There are two people to never trust: a drunk mage and a sober mercinary! Of
course theres worse: a sober Dwarven mage mercinary!"
DC.D F++ S+ DF++ H++++ CK:Z ad+ ah- $ m(w) o++ d+ WL++* Fr+ L Bchlorine
Bparalize-venom e+ g-- i u-
bf...@nb.net
FoulDragon
>Uh, sorry guys. This was an old crazy idea of mine based on
>the writings I've done about BF's world(s). It's just alittle side track
>that I thought was kind and I've been kind of running this show by welm
>rather than by any real plan or order...
It's cool. We're supposed to wing it. I just don't know your background, so
this is a surprise to me. It is indeed a neat surprise [my world is so
boring.... peace for the past several centuries and all]. With your
imagination, you should write a lair page.
>"Whats Civil Defense Leaflet no.114? I forgot.."
'Nothing. Just a symbol I used to say that it's not a normal tactic. Although
it might say something about the use of computer networks to bog down the foe
during a war.'
>"Well I guess we know who did the gasing back there! These are your Secret
>Police of the Elven Imperial Doctrate. A facist society bent on creating
>one world wide government in which Elves rule. They have some pretty cute
>toys, but they're still the Nazi scum that they copied from our history
>books!"
'Nobody rules the world in a fascist dictatorship but dragons! Or maybe humans
or gryphons! Especially not a bunch of freaks that couldn't pass the tests to
be gargoyles or trolls!' states the magenta drake as he whips out the
WWII-style gasmask he saved from Happy Days and installs it on the possibility
they had more gas.
>"We will be making sure that your tongue be mounted for all to view after
>these preceding are over. In your next life I would be sure to mach what I
>said if I were you." a female elf wearing a long black cloak like uniform
>materializes before the assembled group along with four assasin like elves
>guarding her.
>
>"Well it looks like you will be meeting the ultimate match up of technology
>and magic that I have run into. I'll be damned if I know that they were
>tracking this far, I thought it was only on my world. I guess the Unsceen
>really do get around!" Black Fang says looking uncertainly at the black
>clothed figure.
/'This can't be an even matchup. Something is decidedly wrong.... I had better
overestimate their abilities. Perhaps I can play a false-manticore [reference
to a card game I visualize life as sometimes.... ask for a more detailed
explanation if interested].'/ He tries a peaceful statement. 'Comrades.....
this being is under the protection of the Draconic Confederation Armedservice.
As an III-shra'cuelta at arms [leftover from the Terran crisis of the 700-1100
period], I declare he is an acting officer. You mess with him, and you will
have eighty thousand million dragons on forty worlds with technology five
hundred years above that of twentieth-century Terra howling for the blood of
your race.' With this warning, Marada enters a defencive strategy. He takes
wing and circles the party at a speed of 90 or so kph and an altitude of thirty
or so metres. He clutches his weapon and trains it on the elves from any angle
in the loop, while disarming the antimatter incindary he was keeping ,for we
might need it later and it would take longer than it is set for to deal with
the current situation, with the other claw. He is waiting for the
appropriate disruption to come screeching down on the apparently commanding
female. He tries to thoughtharrass the assassins. Strange images, projected
into their minds [if they are accessable-- are they?]. An unbelievable fear of
dragons.... ten million of them where only a few actually stand....the city
around them melting into distortions and insane hallucinations. Marada expects
the images to be very impressive, but their effects on elves are not known to
his kind. {you have to tell me}
kae_...@hotmail.com
In article <3543e...@news8.kcdata.com>#1/1,> <back in uniform>As the mercinarys round the entrance to the city of
> Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
> cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
> approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
> their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
> slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
> machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to scream.
> the dead border patrol soldier. He retrieves his knife and smiles and turns
> says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
> mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and the
> technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
> surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we need
> from your dead bodies!"
"OH, really?!" Ice Talon says, her sapphire eyes flashing. "And just who do
you think you are? Know you not that you are dealing with Gwynneth Astallar of
the Clan of the Stars...Highborn Princess of the royal court of the Moon?
What, pray tell, ELF, do you want with the Mercinary War Serpent Black Fang?"
As Ice Talon Speaks, dark clouds begin to gather about the city and lightning
flashes menacingly, coming dangerously close to striking the Elf officer. He
is very agile though, and every strike that comes close just barely misses
him.
Ice Talon(yes, I am still here)
> -Black Fang, the War Serpent
> "RL's dice are loaded and I'm
> gonna disqualify him if I find out" -Disgruntled DM
> "There are two people to never trust: a drunk mage and a sober mercinary! Of
> course theres worse: a sober Dwarven mage mercinary!"
> DC.D F++ S+ DF++ H++++ CK:Z ad+ ah- $ m(w) o++ d+ WL++* Fr+ L Bchlorine
> Bparalize-venom e+ g-- i u-
> bf...@nb.net
>
>
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In article <3543e...@news8.kcdata.com>#1/1,
"bfang" <bf...@nb.net> wrote:
>
> Hi guys! I'm back again. Well here goes...
>
> <back in uniform>As the mercinarys round the entrance to the city of
> Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
> cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
> approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
> their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
> slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
> machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to scream.
> A dark haze seems to fill the vision as an Elf appears from somewhere behind
> the dead border patrol soldier. He retrieves his knife and smiles and turns
> back into the haze. A disembodied female voice filters into the sceen and
> says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
> mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and the
> technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
> surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we need
> from your dead bodies!"
Ice Talon steps forward, and shifts to the tall, raven haired elf form. "I am
Gwynneth Astallar of the Clan of the Stars, highborn elf princess of the Royal
Court of the Moon. What do you want with my friend? And just who do you think
you are that you can demand his freedom of him?"
The elf responds..."Princess, we are the Imperium Secret Police. We have a
warrant for the arrest of your 'friend' for the many crimes he has committed
on other worlds. Hand him over, and you will not be harmed. Fail to do so
and..."
"And what?! You will kill me? I know you far better than you imagine. The last
thing that you want is elven blood on your hands. Especially mine. Now, BY
WHAT RIGHT DO YOU DEMAND THE FREEDOM OF MY FRIEND?"
Ice Talon(still living, breathing, and eating chocolate)
kae_...@hotmail.com
In article <35452...@news8.kcdata.com>#1/1,
"bfang" <bf...@nb.net> wrote:
>
> (Out of uniform)Uh, sorry guys. This was an old crazy idea of mine based on
> the writings I've done about BF's world(s). It's just alittle side track
> that I thought was kind and I've been kind of running this show by welm
>
> FoulDragon wrote in message
> <199804272335...@ladder01.news.aol.com>...
> >>Independance, they get a cold feeling run up the back of the spine as the
> >>cold dead eyes seem to actually be watching them. The Bordor Patrol
> >>approuches them and asks for ID and Black Fang and the rest quickly flash
> >>their ID from the uniforms they stole. Suddenly the man checking them
> >>slumps forward dead with a knife in the back and the four soldiers at
> >>machine gunner nests all literally melt and die too fast for them to
> scream.
> >
> no.
> >114"
>
>
> >>says "We of the Imperium Secret Police have been tracking you, O great
> >>mercinary War Serpent Black Fang. We know now of the device you use and
> the
> >>technologies you have been stealing from different worlds. You will now
> >>surrender your arms in exchange that we do not take the information we
> need
> >>from your dead bodies!"
>
> uncomfortably.
>
> >Marada gets DECIDEDLY annoyed at this development, but steadies himself for
> a
> >few cycles before bursting in rage. 'First, you are in violation of the
> >Constitution of 748 in your attempt to arrest without explaining charges.
> And
> >furthermore, if you want 'im, you have to go through me!', he shouts, and
> lifts
> >his rifle, newly attacked bayonet gleaming. /'Commander.....I recall the
> >Consies and the Nationals.... who are these drai'tor cra'antrai [no
> >translation, but it's rude].'/ The magenta dragon then reaches into his
> pouch.
> > A slight clicking noise is heard, and an antimatter incindary is put onto
> >standby inside his pouch.
>
> Police of the Elven Imperial Doctrate. A facist society bent on creating
> one world wide government in which Elves rule. They have some pretty cute
> toys, but they're still the Nazi scum that they copied from our history
> books!"
>
> these preceding are over. In your next life I would be sure to mach what I
> said if I were you." a female elf wearing a long black cloak like uniform
> materializes before the assembled group along with four assasin like elves
> guarding her.
>
> "Well it looks like you will be meeting the ultimate match up of technology
> and magic that I have run into. I'll be damned if I know that they were
> tracking this far, I thought it was only on my world. I guess the Unsceen
> really do get around!" Black Fang says looking uncertainly at the black
> clothed figure.
to figure out how I was going to get the chance to use Elfbane. Good sword,
especially for killing elves. A friend of mine found it in an adventure for
MERP, and I think that this is a good opportunity to borrow it.
Ice Talon stalks up to the black clothed figure, looks her over, takes in the
elf's long ebony hair and silver eyes. She nods.
"Just as I thought. Galind, I knew that you were low, but I never thought that
you would go that low. If I had known that I would see you again..."
Ice Talon draws her Elfbane and prepares to face the newcomer. "...I would
have brought the bigger swords. But this one will do."
"You have Elfbane. I am impressed, Gwynneth. Where did you get it? Steal it
from a Nazgul, did you?"
"My world, your death, hon. Now, to the death, Galind."
Ice Talon feels a bloodlust that she has never felt before come upon her.
Elfbane wants the soul of this one badly, she thought. Well, let the sword
feed. And into battle she leaps with a wild battle cry.
Ice Talon(bloodthirsty, but its a hobby)
> -Black Fang, the War Serpent
> "RL's dice are loaded and I'm
> gonna disqualify him if I find out" -Disgruntled DM
> "There are two people to never trust: a drunk mage and a sober mercinary! Of
> course theres worse: a sober Dwarven mage mercinary!"
> DC.D F++ S+ DF++ H++++ CK:Z ad+ ah- $ m(w) o++ d+ WL++* Fr+ L Bchlorine
> Bparalize-venom e+ g-- i u-
> bf...@nb.net
>
> >Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
> >users.aol.com/fouldragon
> >DC.DG.mfsRL--sVR++h--CDm ad++$-d++WL++*Fr-L2.8mBSue---g++i+++U--
> >Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with
> gasoline }:--)
>
>
bfang
> [my world is so
>boring.... peace for the past several centuries and all]. With your
>imagination, you should write a lair page.
I'm working on one, but it's gotten really run down. I used to update once
a week even though it's modest in size. Say can you do me a fav? I'm not
sure if this map thingy I'm working on works or not. It works here at home
when I view it, but it did'nt seem to when accessed it at school. The
address is www.geocities.com/Area51/Labyrinth/6472/index.htm . I was trying
to combine my war games with a little bit of RP of my character. It's got a
lot of bugs, so bare with me.
>'Nothing. Just a symbol I used to say that it's not a normal tactic.
Although
>it might say something about the use of computer networks to bog down the
foe
>during a war.'
I think making confusing symbols to confuse the enemy and still communicate
is cool. Kind of like secret handshakes and other stuff. Just never was
close enough to do any of that stuff. I'm trying to develop a unique salute
amongst RL if I can, but that will probably not go far.
>'Nobody rules the world in a fascist dictatorship but dragons! Or maybe
humans
>or gryphons! Especially not a bunch of freaks that couldn't pass the tests
to
>be gargoyles or trolls!' states the magenta drake as he whips out the
>WWII-style gasmask he saved from Happy Days and installs it on the
possibility
>they had more gas.
>
>/'This can't be an even matchup. Something is decidedly wrong.... I had
better
>overestimate their abilities. Perhaps I can play a false-manticore
[reference
>to a card game I visualize life as sometimes.... ask for a more detailed
>explanation if interested].'/
It would'nt be Magic, would it? Twas the only card game I started to play
but found I could'nt get enough revenue to compete. And when I found out
that I was playing totally wrong, the interest in the game was totally
shattered. What game is it out of curiosity?
"My lordess, one of them is attepting to break the Link!" one of the
assasins says to the wizardess. "Silence fool!" the women says to the
assasin. Already can be heard the howling of one of the apparently mentally
weaker of the assasins. "By the Perfection, shut him up!!" she growls to
the captain. He crushes the man's wind pipe with his boots and loots the
body. Afterwards he then pours a vile of something and the body starts to
dissolve instantly, only leaving pieces of synthetic material behind.
"Damned third-rate clones." he says under his breathe. "I will give you a
second try." she says ignoring Marada's threats. "By the merciful Imperial
Doctrine I command you to relinquish him for the murderer he is. You all
will be put to trial then for being accomplences and for resisting arrest,
but dont make me expend my power to kill you!" she says angrily. But Marada
can thoughthear that her intentions are far different. She plans to take
them prisoner and then get any information she needs by destroying their
minds. Afterwards she plans to sell their bodies for genetic study as is
the procedure of her order. She waits for an answer while the three
assasins stand at attention nervousily fingering their blades.
FoulDragon
>Twas the only card game I started to play
>but found I could'nt get enough revenue to compete. And when I found out
>that I was playing totally wrong, the interest in the game was totally
>shattered. What game is it out of curiosity?
To be perfectly frank it doesn't actually exist. I saw some lads in my CompSci
class playing it and imagined how similar cards could be made to represent the
forces in my world....warships... computers... dragons and visualize them being
played for high stakes sometimes. Never played that game.
>"My lordess, one of them is attepting to break the Link!" one of the
>assasins says to the wizardess.
/'Link? What's that? A thoughtspeech network? You know more about them than
I do.'/, he queries the commander in thoughts.
> But Marada
>can thoughthear that her intentions are far different. She plans to take
>them prisoner and then get any information she needs by destroying their
>minds. Afterwards she plans to sell their bodies for genetic study as is
>the procedure of her order. She waits for an answer while the three
>assasins stand at attention nervousily fingering their blades.
"You have no authority here.... and why would I expect justice from a race that
would kill in manners unrelated to their aims", he states as the original claim
is made, referring to the multitudes that melted at their touch.
When the magenta dragon gets wind of her true plans however.... you can almost
hear the popping sound in his mind.
>Ice Talon draws her Elfbane and prepares to face the newcomer. "...I would
>have brought the bigger swords. But this one will do."
>"You have Elfbane. I am impressed, Gwynneth. Where did you get it? Steal it
>from a Nazgul, did you?"
>"My world, your death, hon. Now, to the death, Galind."
>Ice Talon feels a bloodlust that she has never felt before come upon her.
>Elfbane wants the soul of this one badly, she thought. Well, let the sword
>feed. And into battle she leaps with a wild battle cry.
Marada screams... the closest spelling might be "Hayanalabadilagaria" as he
adjusts his course and comes bearing down on a pair of the assassins at over
100kph, having to rethink at the last minute and leaving the black one to Ice
Talon. His bayonet glints in the sun and bullets pour from the mouth of the
weapon. The force of a 202kg dragon flying at that rate is enough to put the
elves to the ground several metres from her original location. "I'll kill
them", he warns the other assassins, before deciding not to let logic get in
the way of fun, and forcing the blade into their chests on all portions, unsure
of the location of the elven heart. He fingers the medallion on his chest,
waiting for the right moment to use it.... a drake 256 times this size might be
helpful at this time.
>I have'nt read Heart of Darkness, but I do read as much as possible. That
>would'nt be a novel about Kitiaria (was that her? The Blue Lady...) in the
>DL series?
No. It's about Africa in the 1800s. My first-term English project. There's
an eerily similar scene in the second or third part.
bfang
>Ice Talon steps forward, and shifts to the tall, raven haired elf form. "I
am
>Gwynneth Astallar of the Clan of the Stars, highborn elf princess of the
Royal
>Court of the Moon. What do you want with my friend? And just who do you
think
>you are that you can demand his freedom of him?"
>
>The elf responds..."Princess, we are the Imperium Secret Police. We have a
>warrant for the arrest of your 'friend' for the many crimes he has
committed
>on other worlds. Hand him over, and you will not be harmed. Fail to do so
>and..."
>
>"And what?! You will kill me? I know you far better than you imagine. The
last
>thing that you want is elven blood on your hands. Especially mine. Now, BY
>WHAT RIGHT DO YOU DEMAND THE FREEDOM OF MY FRIEND?"
"We are the Imperium's highest officers. We will have the blood of anyone
we choose to have on our hands. We do not know of any 'Clan of the Stars'.
Perhaps you are trying to be an imposter of someone important? If that is
the case, then Seth save your worthless soul! Do you know the punishment
for spys?" the female Imperial officer replys with. Suddenly Ice Talon
feels a forign mind attepting to probe her mind's defences...
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"Crash'n'Burn! That's all you can ask for in this business" -Lose/Lose
situation
"Blood'n'Matryrs!" -The things that win a war.
"No combat ready unit ever passed inspection, no inspection ready unit ever
passed combat" -Murphy's laws of combat
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>Ice Talon(still living, breathing, and eating chocolate)
>
>
>> -Black Fang, the War Serpent
>> "RL's dice are loaded and I'm
>> gonna disqualify him if I find out" -Disgruntled DM
>> "There are two people to never trust: a drunk mage and a sober mercinary!
Of
>> course theres worse: a sober Dwarven mage mercinary!"
>> DC.D F++ S+ DF++ H++++ CK:Z ad+ ah- $ m(w) o++ d+ WL++* Fr+ L Bchlorine
>> Bparalize-venom e+ g-- i u-
>> bf...@nb.net
>>
>>
>
>
FoulDragon
>
>
>"We are the Imperium's highest officers. We will have the blood of anyone
>we choose to have on our hands. We do not know of any 'Clan of the Stars'.
>Perhaps you are trying to be an imposter of someone important? If that is
>the case, then Seth save your worthless soul! Do you know the punishment
>for spys?" the female Imperial officer replys with. Suddenly Ice Talon
>feels a forign mind attepting to probe her mind's defences...
>
>
Marada looks from at the idiotic elves to the amusing conversation. 'Imposter
of a true authority.... we could say the same of you. I see no Government
identification.... no work order signed by Ma'graialen himself.... why should
we trust you any more than you us?'
The dragon notices the conflict with the female has suddenly been delayed, and
he ignores the other officers long enough to go for his original target. As
Ice Talon and the female are in a standoff, Marada stealthily approaches and
thrusts his bayonet at her back.
"Shut your mouth and quit your lies!", he roars, sending a thoughtspeech
message about the elves' intent he heard to them. /'They want to rape our
minds.... steal our secrets.... kill us.... and sell our flesh for
research..... I heard the leader's thoughts....we must resist them more than
any other force we have met so far.... no redeeming value.'/, he thoughtspeaks,
if only to push off anyone who was considering treason.
Marada, suspicious why they're not attacking in the manner he expects.
FoulDragon
[Clarification- I'm tired.... need rest.... can't think straight.]
>and
>thrusts his bayonet at her back.
I meant by this the elf in black, the officer, not Ice Talon. Don't worry.
Starlord
> "Shut your mouth and quit your lies!", he roars, sending a thoughtspeech
> message about the elves' intent he heard to them. /'They want to rape
our
> minds.... steal our secrets.... kill us.... and sell our flesh for
> research..... I heard the leader's thoughts....we must resist them more
than
> any other force we have met so far.... no redeeming value.'/, he
thoughtspeaks,
> if only to push off anyone who was considering treason.
>
> Marada, suspicious why they're not attacking in the manner he expects.
Starlord Growls "Looks like playtime's over." He reaches behind his back
and draws a sword he picked up somewhere, he cannot remember. As large as a
small man, the sword looks capable of slicing clean through a large dragon
in a single stroke. It has the words "Ultima Weapon" engraved in the handle
and six jewels of various colors embedded in the blade. Starlord touches
the red jewel and a strange man rides out of a portal. The horse he rides
has six legs and the man bears a huge, re, crystalline spear. He throws the
spear in to the sky, where it becomes charged with the power of Asgard. The
spear then slams into the ground, neatly splitting an elf in half from top
to bottom on the way down. The strange god disappears. Starlord then
touches a green jewel, and the Mercs he is with begin to glow red. As the
glow spreads, it begins to slowly heal any obtained wounds.
--
Starlord
DC.D F++ sRL+ sVR+++ h++ CS a- $+ M++ d++
WL+^* Fr-- L10m BZ e++++ g- i! U
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In article <199804300302...@ladder01.news.aol.com>#1/1,
fould...@aol.com (FoulDragon) wrote:
>
> [Clarification- I'm tired.... need rest.... can't think straight.]
> >and
> >thrusts his bayonet at her back.
>
> I meant by this the elf in black, the officer, not Ice Talon. Don't worry.
<OOC> No worries there.
<IC> Ice Talon thrusts up her mind shields, and begins weaving a spell..."So
you do not recognize the highest house in the elven court of the Moon, eh?
WHat kind of Hellhole are you from?"
A great fireball forms between Ice Talon's hands and the strength of it causes
a roaring to sound. THe flames are white hot, and the intensity of the heat
should have burned her clothing off of her, yet they stay intact. She watches
the other elf fall from the blow to the back, then hurls the fireball into the
crowd of gathered elves. "MAY THE GODS FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE!!!!"
she cries as elven bodies explode in balls of fire. She falls to her knees and
weeps bitterly.
Ice Talon
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
> users.aol.com/fouldragon
> DC.DG.mfsRL--sVR++h--CDm ad++$-d++WL++*Fr-L2.8mBSue---g++i+++U--
> Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with gasoline
}:--)
>
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In article <01bd75dc$d02236c0$194e4893@atlsjkcz>#1/1,
Ice Talon feels the healing warmth spread through her body,and though she
still feels intense grief for shedding elven blood, she feels the
unbearableness of it disappear. Her hands, burned from the intense fireball
that she had thrown, no longer feel burned. She sniffles, wipes her nose, and
stands. "Thank you, my friend. The grief remains, but it is not so strong. I
am in your debt." Ice Talon bows, deeply.
Ice Talon
> --
> Starlord
> DC.D F++ sRL+ sVR+++ h++ CS a- $+ M++ d++
> WL+^* Fr-- L10m BZ e++++ g- i! U
>
>
FoulDragon
> and the Mercs he is with begin to glow red. As the
>glow spreads, it begins to slowly heal any obtained wounds.
>
>
Marada ignores the red glow.... but it does feel nice and warm... and rushes
another of the elves, wrapping him tightly and nearly if not totally immobile
in his wings. He then drops to the ground, forcing 191 kg of hot draconic
flesh onto his foe, before righting himself and expelling the elf to use
standard methods.
/"Ta, Starlord"/, he thoughtspeaks back as he snaps the neck of the assassin
and goes over again to assault the one in black.... she must be the lynchpin of
the scheme...
"Join the merc group and be carsick in exotic locales"--Marada
"We go together, or we don't go at all."-- Hudson
bfang
>Ice Talon feels the healing warmth spread through her body,and though she
>still feels intense grief for shedding elven blood, she feels the
>unbearableness of it disappear. Her hands, burned from the intense fireball
>that she had thrown, no longer feel burned. She sniffles, wipes her nose,
and
>stands. "Thank you, my friend. The grief remains, but it is not so strong.
I
>am in your debt." Ice Talon bows, deeply.
>
>Ice Talon
<swipe! splat! snip!- I'm a little high on caffeine at the moment>
"I'm sorry if fighting them bothers you. If it helps they are most likely
not even genetically close to the Elves you've known. They have genetically
altered their own race so many times that they are not even similar to any
of the races known. I have gone beyond grieving for their lot because I
have sceen what they do with other races."
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"Never fight with your heart or with your strength. Fight with the mind
first, because that is where the very first weapons where designed
from..." -Battle Strategys...
Black Fang
(Responding to Starlord's attack) The Elven wizardress hisses "Kill them!"
and quickly seems to fold in amongst herself as she reworks reality around
her. The two assasins that are left standing pull out wicked looking swords
made out of some type of living biological matter. They rush the armed
Starlord and the three begain to exchange blows as they fence one another.
The dead National Army soldiers suddenly become animated and the seven
undead creatures attack from behind. Meanwhile a surge of energy happening
from where the wizardress was and from somewhere in the town begains to
sweep the area. It is not physical, but it can be fealt by the group.
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"Never fight with your heart or with your strength. Fight with the mind
first, because that is where the very first weapons was designed
FoulDragon
>
>"I'm sorry if fighting them bothers you. If it helps they are most likely
>not even genetically close to the Elves you've known. They have genetically
>altered their own race so many times that they are not even similar to any
>of the races known. I have gone beyond grieving for their lot because I
>have sceen what they do with other races."
Marada looks up, continuing to stab at the creature beside him. 'What race
they are is inconsequential. Motives and actions are the important point!'
He also looks at the commander for a split-second. He hasn't been much
involved in the scrimmage... does he know something we don't, or is he just
planning a strike as surprising and as deadly as a genetically-targeted virus
or pulling a fleet of Iron Gryphon fighters out of his waller?
FoulDragon
>The Elven wizardress hisses "Kill them!"
>and quickly seems to fold in amongst herself as she reworks reality around
>her. The two assasins that are left standing pull out wicked looking swords
>made out of some type of living biological matter. They rush the armed
>Starlord and the three begain to exchange blows as they fence one another.
>The dead National Army soldiers suddenly become animated and the seven
>undead creatures attack from behind. Meanwhile a surge of energy happening
>from where the wizardress was and from somewhere in the town begains to
>sweep the area. It is not physical, but it can be fealt by the group.
'Crudcrudcrud! Sorcery!', shouts the magenta drake as he pulls in toward
Starlord and attempts to hold off the assassins. He stabs one right through
the back, tip of his bayonet slick with blood and sticking out the front. He
then pushes up and down on the weapon for leverage as he turns his head around
to check what's going on elsewhere. He then extracts the blade from the radius
20 cm hole it had made [due to rotation inside the flesh] and points the
gun-part at the undead Nationals, ringing out ten shots. Several of those are
felled, of uncertain death level. He feels severly uncomfortable. A weird,
cold, slightly nauseous feeling. /'Do you feel that, comrades?'/, he
thoughtqueries the others. /'I'm guessing more sorcery. Can we shut it off at
the tap?'/
bfang
Suddenly the Elfven wizardress that was casting some type of spell for so
long seems to expand. She expands from the now normal sight of someone
polymorphing. She then turns into a very large purpleish colored dragoness.
She appears in the purple color of dead flesh. "Dont be fooled, she's no
real dragon! She is obviously another one of their mutant experiments.
Watch out, her flesh contains every cancerous disease known to the Elves and
you can contract it just by touch! Her breathe will do the same plus it can
project many different types of ailments of her genetic choosing. I've run
into these so-called Lavender dragons before. Although I use the term
'dragon' lightly!" Black Fang yells with surpise evident in his feeling.
Meanwhile with a strangled cry one of the assasins are cut down by Marada,
but the other manages to get a scratch in on Starlord. A fever seems to
burn up through the scratch and causes him to feel slightly nausated. The
assasin leers at him and says: "Soon you will be joining with the great
Pestalence! Die scum!". Black Fang turns and sees the leering assasin and
pulls out his Mauser. "You will be joining with your dead sooner then he
ever will" and the assasin turns to receive a bullet in his head.
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"Never fight with your heart or with your strength. Fight with the mind
first, because that is where the very first weapons where designed
FoulDragon
>Suddenly the Elfven wizardress that was casting some type of spell for so
>long seems to expand. She expands from the now normal sight of someone
>polymorphing. She then turns into a very large purpleish colored dragoness.
>She appears in the purple color of dead flesh. "Dont be fooled, she's no
>real dragon! She is obviously another one of their mutant experiments.
>Watch out, her flesh contains every cancerous disease known to the Elves and
>you can contract it just by touch! Her breathe will do the same plus it can
>project many different types of ailments of her genetic choosing. I've run
>into these so-called Lavender dragons before. Although I use the term
>'dragon' lightly!" Black Fang yells with surpise evident in his feeling.
/'I hope he's right.'/, thinks Marada as he turns from the undead forces to the
quote-unquote dragon and fires a series of bullets at her head. He attempts a
mental assault, which he views as a method of attack that can cause harm
without contact. He tires to cloud the mind of the creature with an
ever-louder repetition of the choruses from assorted late-1990s favourites. He
takes wing and begins to circle above and behind the foe, before realizing he
has little to take advantage of at this altitude....
Suddenly, revelation. He takes a small pouch from his sash and reveals several
long, flathead screwdrivers intended for the disassembly of enemy equipment.
One he drops over the eyes of the elf-beast in the hope that it will land
within and blind her. Then, he detaches the questionably-valued blade from his
gun and chucks that at the creature's neck, spinning like a thrown pencil, and
pricking the neck at an unknown depth. He resumes firing on the back, away
from claws and breath's normal range and between the wings... where impeding
spinal function is a possibility.
FoulDragon
>. He
>takes wing
<out of uniform> I realize for the last coupla days I've been writing as a
dragon... I guess I forgot that I was in human form and it slipped off. Just
assume I restored to that. Silly drak.</oou>
Marada has to remind himself again and again to prevent an attack from the one
statement -- "protect dragons"-- that passes for his ethics. /'She is not a
dragon... no more than I am a human. Purely a false alternative form.'/ False
alternative form? Bingo! Marada lands and screams at the elfess.
'So.... you like masquerading as a big dragon. Well, I wrote the manifesto on
that!'
The drake pulls again at the medallion that changed him into a human, and
begins to grow by powers of two, stopping at about 256 times original size, or
more-or-less 600 metres high. A horibble screech escapes his beak He tears a
lightpole from the sidewalk and attempts to spear the enemy with it. /'Need
something bigger.'/, he thinks, then searching for a spire from a building or a
large electric pole or something more dangerous to use... perhaps like a
baseball bat.
<ooc> I get the feeling I probably already tried this metamorphosis.... I
planned it 50 times.</ooc>
Marada the Dark, luckily remembering the skills he polished in the Dark Tide.
DC.D L600m CDK e--- WL++*
starlo...@geocities.com
In article <354bc...@news8.kcdata.com>#1/1,
"Black Fang" <bf...@nb.net> wrote:
>
>
> (Responding to Starlord's attack) The Elven wizardress hisses "Kill them!"
> and quickly seems to fold in amongst herself as she reworks reality around
> her. The two assasins that are left standing pull out wicked looking swords
> made out of some type of living biological matter. They rush the armed
> Starlord and the three begain to exchange blows as they fence one another.
> The dead National Army soldiers suddenly become animated and the seven
> undead creatures attack from behind. Meanwhile a surge of energy happening
> from where the wizardress was and from somewhere in the town begains to
> sweep the area. It is not physical, but it can be fealt by the group.
>
chop the elves in half, as the huge sword shatters hastily upraised bladeson
the way through. He then stops, and concentrates as he picks apart the wave of
magic coming fromn the wizardess.
(sig temporarily off line)
Magic T. Dragon
FoulDragon wrote:
> >
> >"I'm sorry if fighting them bothers you. If it helps they are most likely
> >not even genetically close to the Elves you've known. They have genetically
> >altered their own race so many times that they are not even similar to any
> >of the races known. I have gone beyond grieving for their lot because I
> >have sceen what they do with other races."
>
> Marada looks up, continuing to stab at the creature beside him. 'What race
> they are is inconsequential. Motives and actions are the important point!'
> He also looks at the commander for a split-second. He hasn't been much
> involved in the scrimmage... does he know something we don't, or is he just
> planning a strike as surprising and as deadly as a genetically-targeted virus
> or pulling a fleet of Iron Gryphon fighters out of his waller?
>
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
> users.aol.com/fouldragon
> DC.DG.mfsRL--sVR++h--CDm ad++$-d++WL++*Fr-L2.8mBSue---g++i+++U--
> Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with gasoline }:--)
Magic rushes onto the scene, waving her claws. "Wait a minute. Time out. Who the
heck are we fighting now? No one mentioned elves...What's with Starlord? I'm
confused."
--
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Email me at cvi...@earthlink.net!
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bfang
The Elven-dragon takes to the sky and gauges her opponents. Meanwhile Black
Fang uses his Mauser to finish any agents still visible. Suddenly the magic
that was growing inside the wrecked town of Independence is released. A
gate from the BF's world to this one is opened and a strike force of 25
Elven troopers and five magitech tanks march out of the gate. "Eh, I think
we should turn the other way and then regroup for an attack on them later."
Black Fang says and turns to destroy the undead to beat an retreat. But
suddenly the dragoness moves her 200 foot diseased length to block their
retreat. "Going somewhere?" she says mockingly and glares at anyone on the
ground. Not knowing how to fight her because breathing the same air that
she exhales could kill him alone, BF backs away from the discusting mutant.
Cancerous sores line her hide and all of the scales are rotten off. Several
sores explode in succession at random times releasing their infection, but
yet none of it effects the creature. "Well a friend of mine did this once,
here goes!" Black Fang says and fires a round from the Mauser. The
dragoness screams in outrage as her left eye is now destroyed. "You will
die for this!" she hisses and begains to inhale to release her plaque on
everyone....
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"You really wanna know why we do what we do? Because it's our jobs!" -The
Turks of FF7
bfang
(Sorry guys if I've been a little out of it- RL stuff fer ending school's
been keeping me busy. I have fought a little. I shot the one Elven assasin
in the head. But mostly been creating plots *g*. Heres the original)
Suddenly the Elfven wizardress that was casting some type of spell for so
long seems to expand. She expands from the now normal sight of someone
polymorphing. She then turns into a very large purpleish colored dragoness.
She appears in the purple color of dead flesh. "Dont be fooled, she's no
real dragon! She is obviously another one of their mutant experiments.
Watch out, her flesh contains every cancerous disease known to the Elves and
you can contract it just by touch! Her breathe will do the same plus it can
project many different types of ailments of her genetic choosing. I've run
into these so-called Lavender dragons before. Although I use the term
'dragon' lightly!" Black Fang yells with surpise evident in his feeling.
Magic T. Dragon
FoulDragon wrote:
> >
> >Magic rushes onto the scene, waving her claws. "Wait a minute. Time out. Who
> >the
> >heck are we fighting now? No one mentioned elves...What's with Starlord? I'm
> >confused."
>
> Marada sits down, the tail of his 600-m form knocking into a clocktower but not
> quite tipping it over.. 'Magic.... I don't think we're reading the same thread
> here. This is the mercenary group that was started a coupla weeks back.... a
> mission on a planet called Prosperity to get some tank 600 km or something.
> Although they could've Fed Exxed it. However, we're under assualt by some
> fascist elves from our commander's past who want to rape our minds and sell our
> bodies for the genetic info, currently putting the main mission on hiatus. Are
> you in or not?', he says, gesturing [recalling his green magic to grow a
> weapon] and offering Magic a long scimtar with several unpleastant-looking
> barbs almost growing from the blade.
>
> Marada Shra'drakaii
> in the form of Marada the Dark if he recalls correctly
> DC.D CDK BA L600m e--- WL^+*
>
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
> users.aol.com/fouldragon
> DC.DG.mfsRL--sVR++h--CDm ad++$-d++WL++*Fr-L2.8mBSue---g++i+++U--
> Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with gasoline }:--)
"Mind-raping fascist elves? Could me in! Naah, no thanks. I don't like knives,
blades, daggers, swords, or anything of the like. Give me a good old fashioned..."
Magic draws a large gun.
"...MINIGUN! Woohoo!" She mows down an elf or two, shocked by the stregnth of the
things.
FoulDragon
FoulDragon
>The Elven-dragon takes to the sky and gauges her opponents. Meanwhile Black
>Fang uses his Mauser to finish any agents still visible. Suddenly the magic
>that was growing inside the wrecked town of Independence is released. A
>gate from the BF's world to this one is opened and a strike force of 25
>Elven troopers and five magitech tanks march out of the gate. "Eh, I think
>we should turn the other way and then regroup for an attack on them later."
>Black Fang says and turns to destroy the undead to beat an retreat.
Marada concurs and begins to move his oversized alternative form out from the
city, returning to a comfortable 280cm for more convinent flight. He tries to
watch the tanks, hoping to glance all surfaces of them for a weakness.... a
mehod by which they may be immobilized or destroyed. Could this be as simple
as plugging the cannons like in the cartoons? And if so, it had to wait.
There were more pressing issues.
> But
>suddenly the dragoness moves her 200 foot diseased length to block their
>retreat. "Going somewhere?" she says mockingly and glares at anyone on the
>ground. Not knowing how to fight her because breathing the same air that
>she exhales could kill him alone, BF backs away from the discusting mutant.
>Cancerous sores line her hide and all of the scales are rotten off. Several
>sores explode in succession at random times releasing their infection, but
>yet none of it effects the creature. "Well a friend of mine did this once,
>here goes!" Black Fang says and fires a round from the Mauser. The
>dragoness screams in outrage as her left eye is now destroyed. "You will
>die for this!" she hisses and begains to inhale to release her plaque on
>everyone....
A 75-metre lavender elf-in-psuedodrac-form beginning to inhale is not something
easily missed, and Marada recalls what was said about her poisonous breath and
decides to evade. He again tries to glide into a circuit around the beast and
this time to reach the height of her good eye. This he does and he begins to
erratically circle just above the form, trying to draw her fire from the
others, and blasting at her other eye... and the 'sweet spot' between the two
eyes... with what remains of his standard, non-explosive, non-poisoned, and
thus non-fun ammunition. Were it not for the myriad cancers she bears, he
would merely rend a few vital neck arteries or pry apart a vertebra or two---
knowing the basic layout of drac biology wasn't much help here. Perhaps there
was a way to turn whatever chimaera counted for her immune system or the
bacteria against itself.
An idea! Perhaps if she hit whatever was left of the electric system, it would
short out her biology. He looks at the power poles, most no more than 20
metres high, and begins to try to lure the enemy toward the one most distant
from the tanks. He broadcasts tempting claims of technologies she could
supposedly steal from his mind..... of course, these weren't the Draconiati
originals, but crude crosses of six Terran science-fiction series that looked
realistic.... but had as much a chance of working as a tank without an engine.
"Come and get me..... you want these ideas, you have to catch me!", he yells to
the elvess as he speeds toward the powerlines at 100kph.
starlo...@geocities.com
In article <35510BB4...@earthlink.net>,
"Magic T. Dragon" <cvi...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>
> FoulDragon wrote:
>
> Magic rushes onto the scene, waving her claws. "Wait a minute. Time out.
> Who the heck are we fighting now? No one mentioned elves...What's with
> Starlord? I'm confused."
This RPG is completly unrelated to the Watcher one, but you welcome to join
us. As for me, I'm playing some neat games with time to be in about five
places at once, though I'll probably collapse into one fairly soon. I've
restricted the Avatar transformation the Watcher thread, simply because the
Avatar is out of place, and out of a reason to exist, anywhere else. Sorry for
the confusion, and welcome to the team.
--
Starlord
starlo...@geocities.com
In article <199805070524...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
Starlord uses his magic to burn away the toxins in his bloodstream. He then
turns his attentions to the rotten draco-elf. Noticing that the thing is
chasing Marada towards the power lines, a vicious idea forms in his head. AS
the two near the power lines, Starlord creates a portal in front of the elf
thing. Unable to stop, she hurtles through the portal, and out the other end,
where she is diving straight down, about five cm above the power lines. As the
draco-form strikes the lines, Starlord casts a rather simple counterspell.
Nothing fancy, but just enough for the Dragon to revert to elf form. The
wizardess becomes entanged in the lines, sending what ever power there is in
the line into the wizardess.
--
Starlord.
bfang
>Starlord uses his magic to burn away the toxins in his bloodstream. He then
>turns his attentions to the rotten draco-elf. Noticing that the thing is
>chasing Marada towards the power lines, a vicious idea forms in his head.
AS
>the two near the power lines, Starlord creates a portal in front of the elf
>thing. Unable to stop, she hurtles through the portal, and out the other
end,
>where she is diving straight down, about five cm above the power lines. As
the
>draco-form strikes the lines, Starlord casts a rather simple counterspell.
>Nothing fancy, but just enough for the Dragon to revert to elf form. The
>wizardess becomes entanged in the lines, sending what ever power there is
in
>the line into the wizardess.
(Good intentions, bad idea! I'm inside it remember?). "Heres a little
something that your Gostapo have probably never sceen before. I'm sure
you'll love this one, this genetic material is known as Tiberium. Eat it in
good health!" BF says to the dragoness from the inside while planting a
little 'present'. He then pulls himself out of the wound and makes a break
for it. Suddenly a small explosion happens right before she hits the power
lines. The accelerated energy causes the Tiberium that is released in her
system to mutate things even faster. Now she is mutating way too fast for
her natural system to evolve and keep up with. Within minutes the effects
of the body's super-defense system fighting itself can be sceen. A very
grusome and slow death is the body destroying itself...
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"Here's to battles won, and love that is lost!" -a toast
"May yer claws always be sharp, may yer scales be thick, hope yer able to
find your magic reagants, and may yer sniper never be drunk!" -silly toast
FoulDragon
>(Good intentions, bad idea! I'm inside it remember?). "Heres a little
[I'm really really sorry.... I didn't catch that. Would never have led her to
the lines if I had noticed. Stupid skim-reading from high-school.]
>little 'present'. He then pulls himself out of the wound and makes a break
>for it. Suddenly a small explosion happens right before she hits the power
>lines. The accelerated energy causes the Tiberium that is released in her
>system to mutate things even faster. Now she is mutating way too fast for
>her natural system to evolve and keep up with. Within minutes the effects
>of the body's super-defense system fighting itself can be sceen. A very
>grusome and slow death is the body destroying itself...
Marada spots BF coming out of the wound, and can only ponder where he was. He
hadn't even noticed him gone from all the excitement. The elf-beast starts to
mutate [I REFUSE to use the word 'dragoness' and its decent connotations to
refer to that.] and the drake watches, laughing at what appears to be her own
science segfaulting on her. He returns to his commander, takes off the sash he
stores his weapons on and offers it to him to wipe the creature's biological
products off, and begins to postulate fixes for the tanks. He turns his head
back every 50 metres or so to make sure the beast is still dying on schedule.
He makes a half-humourous comment. 'If we get out of this mission alive.... I
reccomend our next operation is to hire every merc between here and 1660 and
show these jerks some respect.'
starlo...@geocities.com
Black
> >Fang uses his Mauser to finish any agents still visible. Suddenly the
magic
> >that was growing inside the wrecked town of Independence is released. A
> >gate from the BF's world to this one is opened and a strike force of 25
> >Elven troopers and five magitech tanks march out of the gate. "Eh, I think
> >we should turn the other way and then regroup for an attack on them later."
> >Black Fang says and turns to destroy the undead to beat an retreat.
Starlord, sick and tired of these stupid elves, draws in a lot of power and
casts a rather vicious spell in thearea the elves and taks emerged in. The
spell doesn't do much, it merely multiplies thew force of Gravity in the Ara
of the elves about a million-fold. The elves and tanks are instantly crushed
by their own weight, becoming a sheet of neutronium as the immense gravity
crushes them at the subatomic level. Starlord relesaes the spell, and the
neutrnuim explodes, as the gravitational forces stablizing disappears. Broken
into quarks and nuetrinos, the elves no longer pose a threat...
--
Starlord
Magic T. Dragon
FoulDragon wrote:
> > But
> >suddenly the dragoness moves her 200 foot diseased length to block their
> >retreat. "Going somewhere?" she says mockingly and glares at anyone on the
> >ground. Not knowing how to fight her because breathing the same air that
> >she exhales could kill him alone, BF backs away from the discusting mutant.
> >Cancerous sores line her hide and all of the scales are rotten off. Several
> >sores explode in succession at random times releasing their infection, but
> >yet none of it effects the creature. "Well a friend of mine did this once,
> >here goes!" Black Fang says and fires a round from the Mauser. The
> >dragoness screams in outrage as her left eye is now destroyed. "You will
> >die for this!" she hisses and begains to inhale to release her plaque on
> >everyone....
>
> A 75-metre lavender elf-in-psuedodrac-form beginning to inhale is not something
> easily missed, and Marada recalls what was said about her poisonous breath and
> decides to evade. He again tries to glide into a circuit around the beast and
> this time to reach the height of her good eye. This he does and he begins to
> erratically circle just above the form, trying to draw her fire from the
> others, and blasting at her other eye... and the 'sweet spot' between the two
> eyes... with what remains of his standard, non-explosive, non-poisoned, and
> thus non-fun ammunition. Were it not for the myriad cancers she bears, he
> would merely rend a few vital neck arteries or pry apart a vertebra or two---
> knowing the basic layout of drac biology wasn't much help here. Perhaps there
> was a way to turn whatever chimaera counted for her immune system or the
> bacteria against itself.
> An idea! Perhaps if she hit whatever was left of the electric system, it would
> short out her biology. He looks at the power poles, most no more than 20
> metres high, and begins to try to lure the enemy toward the one most distant
> from the tanks. He broadcasts tempting claims of technologies she could
> supposedly steal from his mind..... of course, these weren't the Draconiati
> originals, but crude crosses of six Terran science-fiction series that looked
> realistic.... but had as much a chance of working as a tank without an engine.
> "Come and get me..... you want these ideas, you have to catch me!", he yells to
> the elvess as he speeds toward the powerlines at 100kph.
>
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
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"Ah, who needs a power line? I've got what we need right here. Remember how *I* can
breathe electricity? Well...I could. It would drain me, though. That gaping
mouth...Aha!"
Magic glides down and readies her Pulse Cannon. She fires thrice into the thing's
mouth and takes off, hoping that this would cause some extreme pain.
"Second run!"
She glides over the thing, looking for a good spot. First, she breathes mist over
it, soaking it well and reducing its resistance. Next, she breathes roughly 2.3
gigawatts of electricity directly into the thing's head.
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Black Fang jumps out of the holes left by Magic's pulse cannon shot and he
lands to the ground rolling. He then pulls out a very long needle that he
injects himself with. "I live in a nuclear blasted diseased filled
wasteland so I've got some resistance to this stuff, that was why I was able
to survive in their. You guys probably would'nt stand the disease." he says
while injecting the blood-cell booster. Magic's lightning breath initiates
the Tiberium samples that BF placed inside of the creature early and she
suddenly screams in agony as her body begains to uncontrollably mutate (they
normally can control their mutations). This produces some pretty discusting
and graphic effects as the mutation works 300% faster because of the
Tiberium. Slowly where wings and head were are folded inwards inwhich they
slowly 'evolve' into more parts of the chest and stomach tissue. The head
can still horribly be sceen as part of the stomach wall and it continues to
breath. Several new heads begain to grow that hollowly stare as brains have
not grown inside them yet. All of the scale layer peels of and extends to
form new 'wing' like protrusions in odd places- replacing the old ones but
lop sided and in the wrong place. And finally the tail starts to grow spine
after spine which form 10 ft. long protrusions at odd angles that even
impale themself at some spots. But the mutating does not stop there and it
continues... while the National Army undead gather their wits and attack
from behind...
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"When on surrounded ground, plot. When on deadly ground, fight." -Sun Tzu,
The Art of War
FoulDragon
>Black Fang jumps out of the holes left by Magic's pulse cannon shot and he
>lands to the ground rolling. He then pulls out a very long needle that he
>injects himself with. "I live in a nuclear blasted diseased filled
>wasteland so I've got some resistance to this stuff, that was why I was able
>to survive in their. You guys probably would'nt stand the disease." he says
>while injecting the blood-cell booster. Magic's lightning breath initiates
>the Tiberium samples that BF placed inside of the creature early and she
>suddenly screams in agony as her body begains to uncontrollably mutate (they
>normally can control their mutations). This produces some pretty discusting
>and graphic effects as the mutation works 300% faster because of the
>Tiberium. Slowly where wings and head were are folded inwards inwhich they
>slowly 'evolve' into more parts of the chest and stomach tissue. The head
>can still horribly be sceen as part of the stomach wall and it continues to
>breath. Several new heads begain to grow that hollowly stare as brains have
>not grown inside them yet. All of the scale layer peels of and extends to
>form new 'wing' like protrusions in odd places- replacing the old ones but
>lop sided and in the wrong place. And finally the tail starts to grow spine
>after spine which form 10 ft. long protrusions at odd angles that even
>impale themself at some spots. But the mutating does not stop there and it
>continues... while the National Army undead gather their wits and attack
>from behind...
>
>
'You and your worthless bioengineering! They would throw you right out of the
national health!', Marada curses as he plans his response to the undead. He
picks up a convinent piece of rubbish-- a week-old newspaper-- and rubs his
gun-barrel against an exposed piece of wood to create heat. The newspaper,
touched to the sheet, smoulders and flames, and he tosses it at the undead
National. 'This one's for her!', he shouts!
Magic T. Dragon
FoulDragon wrote:
> >Black Fang jumps out of the holes left by Magic's pulse cannon shot and he
> >lands to the ground rolling. He then pulls out a very long needle that he
> >injects himself with. "I live in a nuclear blasted diseased filled
> >wasteland so I've got some resistance to this stuff, that was why I was able
> >to survive in their. You guys probably would'nt stand the disease." he says
> >while injecting the blood-cell booster. Magic's lightning breath initiates
> >the Tiberium samples that BF placed inside of the creature early and she
> >suddenly screams in agony as her body begains to uncontrollably mutate (they
> >normally can control their mutations). This produces some pretty discusting
> >and graphic effects as the mutation works 300% faster because of the
> >Tiberium. Slowly where wings and head were are folded inwards inwhich they
> >slowly 'evolve' into more parts of the chest and stomach tissue. The head
> >can still horribly be sceen as part of the stomach wall and it continues to
> >breath. Several new heads begain to grow that hollowly stare as brains have
> >not grown inside them yet. All of the scale layer peels of and extends to
> >form new 'wing' like protrusions in odd places- replacing the old ones but
> >lop sided and in the wrong place. And finally the tail starts to grow spine
> >after spine which form 10 ft. long protrusions at odd angles that even
> >impale themself at some spots. But the mutating does not stop there and it
> >continues... while the National Army undead gather their wits and attack
> >from behind...
> >
> >
>
> 'You and your worthless bioengineering! They would throw you right out of the
> national health!', Marada curses as he plans his response to the undead. He
> picks up a convinent piece of rubbish-- a week-old newspaper-- and rubs his
> gun-barrel against an exposed piece of wood to create heat. The newspaper,
> touched to the sheet, smoulders and flames, and he tosses it at the undead
> National. 'This one's for her!', he shouts!
>
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
> users.aol.com/fouldragon
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> Dragons with computers: even more dangerous than dragons with gasoline }:--)
"Ahem...What exactly just happened here???"
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>> 'You and your worthless bioengineering! They would throw you right out
of the
>> national health!', Marada curses as he plans his response to the undead.
He
>> picks up a convinent piece of rubbish-- a week-old newspaper-- and rubs
his
>> gun-barrel against an exposed piece of wood to create heat. The
newspaper,
>> touched to the sheet, smoulders and flames, and he tosses it at the
undead
>> National. 'This one's for her!', he shouts!
>"Ahem...What exactly just happened here???"
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>Posted by the one, the only, Magic the dragon! (63% dragon pure!)
"A very good question, with a very interesting answer!" Black Fang says
while dodging a fleshy tendril that is swung by the mutation. "I went
inside of the thing a placed Tiberium in it's gut before I jumped out.
Tiberium normally causes rapid mutations, but sense this thing originally
was a mutant- you see the results! Of course I dont understand Marada's
battle cry though. The Elve's from my world use biological weapons and
devices like most use magic. Right there is one of their agents turned
mutant. I dont know how, but some of them have been 'changed' so that when
certain genes are added they will be come a living weapon. Of course this
mutation back fired because of my Tiberium and your lightning that furthered
the reaction. I'm surprised she's not dead, though" he says and jerks a
thumb in the mutant Elf's direction. Suddenly a stream of acid splashes
onto BF's shoulder and he yelps in surprise at the burning. After throwing
the burned area of clothing off, he then states "I think we should finish
her and the dead heads off pretty quickly so that we can go under way."
-Black Fang, the War Serpent
"When on surrounded ground, plot. When on deadly ground, fight." -Sun Tzu,
The Art of War
"If your advance is going well, you're walking into an ambush."
Magic T. Dragon
bfang wrote:
> -Black Fang, the War Serpent
> "When on surrounded ground, plot. When on deadly ground, fight." -Sun Tzu,
> The Art of War
> "If your advance is going well, you're walking into an ambush."
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"All right...Let's see..."
Magic taps her foot for a moment. "Hmmm...We could...or we could...maybe we
should...AHA!"
"CRUSHER!!!!" A huge rock erupts out of the ground and its sharp point smashes
into the Elvess, impaling her. It quickly shoots back into the earth.
"SUPREME THUNDER DRAGON!!!" An electric dragon swallows the Elvess, coughs her
back up, and disappears.
To finish off, Magic blasts at the Elvess with her Pulse Cannon, hitting head-on.
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Magic T. Dragon
FoulDragon wrote:
> >
> >"A very good question, with a very interesting answer!" Black Fang says
> >while dodging a fleshy tendril that is swung by the mutation. "I went
> >inside of the thing a placed Tiberium in it's gut before I jumped out.
> >Tiberium normally causes rapid mutations, but sense this thing originally
> >was a mutant- you see the results! Of course I dont understand Marada's
> >battle cry though. The Elve's from my world use biological weapons and
> >devices like most use magic. Right there is one of their agents turned
> >mutant. I dont know how, but some of them have been 'changed' so that when
> >certain genes are added they will be come a living weapon. Of course this
> >mutation back fired because of my Tiberium and your lightning that furthered
> >the reaction. I'm surprised she's not dead, though" he says and jerks a
> >thumb in the mutant Elf's direction. Suddenly a stream of acid splashes
> >onto BF's shoulder and he yelps in surprise at the burning. After throwing
> >the burned area of clothing off, he then states "I think we should finish
> >her and the dead heads off pretty quickly so that we can go under way."
> >
> >
>
> [Pardon me. I think I misread what was going on. It sounded like Magic
> mutated, not the elf. I'll be done with her now.... and forgive me for missing
> the point entirely.]
"Exactly. I had thought that Black Fang had turned against me and transformed me
into a horrible mutant..."
> 'Agreed. I don't want to deal with these dorkai any more than needed.'
> Marada approaches the rapidly mutating
> elf-beast-whatever-in-Zhimaera-it-is-now, and standing a good five metres away
> for protection, decides what to do with it, growling 'You DO NOT spit on my
> comrades' and ducking a spine-tail-thing.
>
> Obvious attacks, such as severing the spine etc. don't make sense, because he
> can't find any of the appropriate organs. He creates and uncorks a bottle of a
> viscous dark green fluid and pours it on a relatively quiet area of the body.
> He then shoots one bullet onto the puddle, which splatters all over the
> creature and begins to burn rather like napalm. 'This stuff sold for half a
> confederation a tonne after several war fiascos..... loads more if anyone wants
> it... I suppose she's not flame-retardant.', he says, forcing a few bullets
> into the heads of a few of the regrouping dead Nationals, making their heads
> burst like overripe cantaloupes. 'Ugh.'
>
> Marada Coeurfuege Shra'drakaii [~73% dragon pure!] (Clan Nightwings)
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"Another army? Darn! Well...Wooo-OOOOLVESSSSS!!!"
Fifteen wolves appear by Magic's side. "Wolves...doestroy them."
One of the wolves starts to leap at Marada. Magic grabs it by the scruff.
"Nonono! I meant that huge undead army!" She points the confused wolf at the
Nationals.
All fifteen wolves charge at the Nationals, quickly shredding at least 50.
FoulDragon
>
>"A very good question, with a very interesting answer!" Black Fang says
>while dodging a fleshy tendril that is swung by the mutation. "I went
>inside of the thing a placed Tiberium in it's gut before I jumped out.
>Tiberium normally causes rapid mutations, but sense this thing originally
>was a mutant- you see the results! Of course I dont understand Marada's
>battle cry though. The Elve's from my world use biological weapons and
>devices like most use magic. Right there is one of their agents turned
>mutant. I dont know how, but some of them have been 'changed' so that when
>certain genes are added they will be come a living weapon. Of course this
>mutation back fired because of my Tiberium and your lightning that furthered
>the reaction. I'm surprised she's not dead, though" he says and jerks a
>thumb in the mutant Elf's direction. Suddenly a stream of acid splashes
>onto BF's shoulder and he yelps in surprise at the burning. After throwing
>the burned area of clothing off, he then states "I think we should finish
>her and the dead heads off pretty quickly so that we can go under way."
>
>
[Pardon me. I think I misread what was going on. It sounded like Magic
mutated, not the elf. I'll be done with her now.... and forgive me for missing
the point entirely.]
'Agreed. I don't want to deal with these dorkai any more than needed.'
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>
> "Another army? Darn! Well...Wooo-OOOOLVESSSSS!!!"
>
> Fifteen wolves appear by Magic's side. "Wolves...doestroy them."
>
> One of the wolves starts to leap at Marada. Magic grabs it by the scruff.
>
> "Nonono! I meant that huge undead army!" She points the confused wolf at the
> Nationals.
>
> All fifteen wolves charge at the Nationals, quickly shredding at least 50.
Starlord gains altitude to strafe the undead army with his lightning breath.
He dives, and as he starts to breathe lightning, flickers out of existance as
the increibly complex spell holding him in many places at once dissolves. The
many space time markers of Starlord consolidate into one comatose dragon,
located by the Statue of the Unknown dragon back in Alfandria.
FoulDragon
> Starlord gains altitude to strafe the undead army with his lightning
>breath.
>He dives, and as he starts to breathe lightning, flickers out of existance as
>the increibly complex spell holding him in many places at once dissolves. The
>many space time markers of Starlord consolidate into one comatose dragon,
>located by the Statue of the Unknown dragon back in Alfandria.
>
>
Marada watches Starlord flicker as he tries to assault the Nationals with
ordinary bullets. He screams his name in shock and wonders what has become of
him as he glides to the spot where he last saw his comrade. He doesn't see
him, smell him, or feel him. The closest he might sense would be extremely
distant thoughtspeech, as though from untold light-years off, that blends into
the static from homeworld and Bloodreign.