"Um, well, I guess I'm headed for the castle, then, since not many of us are going in that direction. Wait up Krylo!"

And with that Mike stood up and left. It took about five steps for him to think, "Wait, what am I doing? Oh god!"

((OOC: So...is anyone headed towards the workshop? :shifty: All I see are a bunch of stables and a few castles))

Toastburner nodded. "I'll go with the castle group. I generally know my way around there.

With that, TB went with "Team Castle".

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(STABLES)

The fear that the devil dogs gave made him smile. Been ages since I had challenge, he thought to himself. Still, he didn't raise his hopes up too high. Any being with their salt could wail on a devil dog.

Before he graced the challengers with his presence, they'd have to prove themselves.

With a gesture, the pack of creatures in the back of the stable moved forward. Too increase the fiercness of the pack, he introduced a single thought into their minds.

Hunger.

Siliva dripping from their jaws, the creatures moved forward, towards the enterance of the stable.

The Wolfweres got into position, and waited for the door to open.

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(CASTLE)
The group worked their way up to the castle. The few yeti who survived the battle on the wall patrolled the ramparts...but not every observantly. Whether from fatigue or from fear of having to face those who killed so many of their fellows, the yeti seemed more than eager to ignore anything they saw on the outside.

Even the few yeti who were steadfast in their duty could be easily avoided. The dark of the North Pole winter made for an abundance of hiding places.

Still...the demons in charge of the defense of the castle knew from the shattered yeti horde that it was only a matter of time before the castle was assaulted. Even now, they prowled the hallways, waiting to pounce.
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(WORKSHOP)
[No active members attacking the workshop at this point]

Mauve finished her Skittles and shoved her hands back into her pockets.

"I'll go to the castle. Might as well stick with what I do best: getting showered by Krylo's carnage." she said cheerfully. She jogged after the castle group.

Being a mage (and a mage who was built like a twig with glasses), Mauve obviously wasn't one for brawling. Places with limited maneuverability weren't her battlefields of choice, which was why the stables were pretty much out of the question. It was best for her to follow the indestructable Krylo and "play the stealth game" for a while. Her magic would come in handy up there, she reckoned.

She made a quick side-trip over to the corpse of the berserker she had attacked. She grabbed her dagger, cleaned it on the snow, and ran after Team Castle.

(OOC: We figured we'd hold off our attack until you gave us some info about the workshop, but if you want attacking..... :D )

Raiden looked at his shoulder and smiled at SS.

"Alright buddy. Let's kick some ass."

Raiden cracked his sparking knuckles. He placed both palms on the roof of the workshop. He gave a quick look to the guys down below.

"All right guys, Darth and I will go in first from above! We'll distract them from your entrance. We'll handle the demons! You guys secure the elves first, then help us out! And here we go!"

Pulses of electricity coursed through Raiden's limbs and poured into the roof. A large explosion of lightning and fired filled the area, leaving a nice sized hole in the roof. Raiden leapt in and landed lightly, surveying the area around him. With him smiling and Darth SS purched on his shoulder, it was a fearsome sight to behold.

"Come to Raiden, bitches."

"Jeeze, I wasn't planning on saying it until after christmas was over," RR muttered to herself before pulling back a bit and then darting forward like a silent wraith. Her feet flew across the ground as she almost glided towards the workshop. Her 'cloak' fluttered and changed as she moved. They writhed and reformed into numerous claw-like appendages that stretched out clawing at the air, and some flowed down her arms and legs to form enlarged limbs ending in wicked, scythe-like claws. Her face was covered by a semi-hard, protective wing-mask that completed her new visage.

So prepared, she winced as Raiden blew through the workshop roof. Dayemnn... He should be a little bit careful. Repairs cost money, and Santa won't be pleased.

Garud noticed that the devil dog was wimpering a little. A simple ice spell would put it out of it's misery. Garud quickly cast it, and leapt over the mound, putting his back up against the door.

He quietly pushed it open, trying as best as he could with stealth. The sorceror entered on a squat, quiet as a mouse. He walked like this until a glob of drool fell in front of him. Looking up, he saw huge fangs bearing down at him. He was surrounded by wolfweres, hairy and hungry.

"Oh crap."

He could sense them, everywhere around him. Moving silently in the night, hidden somehow within the snow around the stables, he couldn't see them...but he could definately sense them. Animal instinct, he supposed.

Where were they, though? He could feel them, but he didn't know where they were exactly.

There! Spinning around, Ecurt blocked an attack that...wasn't there, and because he didn't meet the force that he had anticipated he lost his balance, and fell. Seeing an opening, the wolfweres finally revealed themselves, suddenly exploding from the ground all around him.

His body couldn't react in time. It was just too new, too strange, too unfamiliar, and he was just too untrained with it to react. However, it didn't need too. Claws clashed with draconic scales, and the claws shattered while Ecurt was left with only small scratches.

The wolfweres jumped back, while Ecurt rose and looked at himself. He frowned, glaring at the werewolves. "You guys...ruined my Yeti-skin."

Eyes became blood red, and Ecurt cracked his muscles. Jumping forward, he swung at the wolfwere closest too him. Not surprisingly, it was able to move back in time to avoid the his wild swing, however it was shocked to find that something, or rather somethings, grabbed it. Looking side to side, it was surprised to see that what was holding him was a pair of CT sized CT plushies. What happened next was just too graphic to describe in the forum.

DSS pointed his gun down at the few enemies he could see, and yelled "Freeze! Ass kicker extrordinaire! On the ground, or we kill you like Anakin and Palpatine killed Windu!"


One thought it would be smart to try to bum-rush. DSS wasted an entire clip in him then reloaded.

"Do note the lightning god underneath me!"

OOC: Guess who's back.*

IC:Wow, it took this long to come up with a plan to attack these demons? Whatever, the immortality point had stung earlier. I'm an angel, can't they tell by these god-fuggin' wings?

Hardly mattered. Also Raiden's calculations were actually rather accurate. Too bad he couldn't argue his point when he lost his smarts. But that didn't matter. Why? Because it doesn't matter what the elves can do until we get them out alive. As far as spending 10 minutes trying to come up with a plan, these guys don't realize that we don't know enough to have an effective plan yet. For all who knows, all of the immortals could have been banished if they were the only ones to attack the castle.

As for Raiden's math, the calculations pretty much gave a 95% chance that the elves could still make such a 'machine.' Pretty good, but not 100. The main problem was a 47% chance that the non-immortal members would die from this 'machine', according to the numbers that had been used**. Well, intuition said it was more like a 15% chance that they would die... Ah well, we will have to come up with a better plan later.

Away from the failings of the group and the plan, The Wizard Who Did It decided to help Garud, _Phil, and Ecurt at the stables. 1. Because the castle was not a good idea, as enclosed spaces are not his specialty. 2. Nobody else was going there really.
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Great more devil dogs. Is this honestly the best they could do? After a few had fell to his magic, some wolfweres jumped out at him. This could not be good.

Jumping away and running to the stables, The Wizard Who Did It sees a wolfwere... with CT plushies grabbing him... and Ecurt...

"Ecurt, that's not kosher... Ecurt stop... Ecurt..."*the wolfweres that he had previously seen jumped out of nowhere.* "Ecurt, we're surrounded."

Backing up to Ecurt, he raised his sword in preparation for the attack. It was some 5 wolfweres against him and a half-crazed dracon, that hopefully would snap back to reality soon. Alchemy really is a nice skill. The Wizard Who Did It had constructed his sword with all types of magic and runes, and was glad he gave it some silver capabilities.

"Come here boys, come on. If you play dead, I might just give you a treat."

One wolfwere lost it's temper and attacked. Nice try. The Wizard Who Did It jumps over the wolf. While twisting in the air, he shoots a fireball at it to stun it, and then drives the sword through it's skull streight into the ground.

As he sheathes his sword, the other dogs seem to be ready to attack. Come on Ecurt, help me here. Before any of the wolfs attack, the Wizard freezes one and quickly attacks another, shooting lightning everywhere he can.

"Let's this crazy party started... again."
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OOC:*yeah I know, a real shame. Sorry to ruin your fun.

** Just some things I thought of. Also, the math thing I am talking about is that certain numbers were used in the calculations, and those numbers gave a hundred percent chance for the plan succeeding. However, the percentage of death is calculated by taking into account that Raiden, because gods aren't infalliable anymore, might have used the wrong variables for the situation at hand. Might. Oh abstract mathematics, what would we do without you?

EDIT: Switched to attacking the stables. Killing wolves sounds like fun. Especially if someone comes to the party and gives me a silver sword so I could do some dual wield kickass-ness.

Pyros purred a bit in Inbred's hands, as he mentally dreamed about going to Krystals and eating a pile of Chiks, then dreamt about wearing a pilgrim outfit and chasing a Ecurt, who was yelling something about the difference between turkeys and ducks. Then he dreamt a recurring dream about Raiden that seemed to involve him holding a bishounen cat inside a box and giving it as a gift to Ninkasi (the goddess of beer) in exchange for a mountain of beer. Then he dreamt of a dark shadow, holding within it's icy cold grip the north pole. What fear? But it was nothing. There was something more interesting in the dream. An old enemy approached. Far more interesting....

In the awaking world, a strong pat on the back resulted in Pyros coughing up a firey hairball of doom.

<Ugghh...Indigestion...>