Thaumaturge pulled up short, hovering in mid-air. How could this be?

"Jadarendir, if you are truly yourself, turn back! Fight the power of BobII!"

He turned to Druid. "You're a master of the undead - can you not return his will? And if not... can you not seize control?"

Druid looked to Thaumaturge.

"I'm sure I can take control of him. BobII may be powerful but I've got a good 5000 years of experience on him....."

Druid raised his arms and focused on Jadarendir. Jad wasn't any normal undead but Druid was confident in his abilities. He would take control.....then he would deliver unto BobII a fate far worse than he could ever imagine.....

While Druid concentrated, Thaumaturge turned his attention to the orcs...

He gestured, and a contingent of spiders swarmed towards them. Many spiders were crushed, and the spider on Thaumatureg's shoulder hiccupped sadly at this, but there were many spiders, and soon the orcs began to succumb to the bites. First their skins turned green... not that you could tell with orcs... and then they broke out in purple spots. Soon they were writhing on the ground, scratching furiously, unable to fight for the itching. Thaumaturge smiled. "I knew that my little pets would come in handy..."

While the other two focused on their respective activities, DB cast another spell. TD's slice toward Jada stopped, the Telekinesis spell keeping him in place, then putting him down nearby.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Jada's throat was cut by the reaper, and as the blood gushed from the wound, BobII's voice echoed in the minds of all around him.

TORUN GALANAD SHO!!

The wound healed, and the rider struck again.

"I'm sorry, my friends... So sorry..."

BobII took complete control over Jada. The druid's concentration was brought to an abrupt stop once an orc attacked him from behind, hitting his temple with the hilt of a sword.

"DoD!" Jada cried. He watched helplessly as he lifted the mace to crush the druid.

Druid turned and backhanded the orc across the face.
"Bastard!"

He turned again as Jad raised his mace to strike. The skeleton would have winced if he could....it had to be a bludgeoning weapon didn't it?

The mace struck Druid crushing him. His body fell into a pile of bone.

"Owwwww...." Druid began to pull himself together, as long as BobII didn't learn the location of his phylactery, he would be fine......

"My God," Jada said to himself from behind the mask. "Dying... all of them... dying..."

Jada saw that behind all of the Calvinballers, their armies were being ripped to shreds by the armies of BobII. Jada seemed to be but a distraction, but some wondered if he was only posing as one, when really he was the greater goal.

Either way, the warriors had to decide what their path would be: to free Jada, or to save their armies?

Druid finally reassembled himself and saw that his army was falling before his eyes.

"No matter, I can always make more." He grumbled "Now for Jada"

Druid raised a couple of the dead orcs to defend him and concentrated again on Jada, he wasn't going to let this upstart Bob best him at his own craft.....

With an unseethable of anger penting up inside of him, Td slowly rose into the air, yelling and roaring about the tremendous loss. Light shone about him, and everyone on the field felt a surge of energy. After a moment, Td lowered back to the ground with an eerie glow about him. He touched down, with his arms crossed, and the others looked at him in awe, and the orcs in confusion.
"It's play time." he smiled.
With a snap of the fingers, he began to divide repeatedly. His full power had come back! The army of TD's grew, with unsurmountable energy and launched into battle.
BobII did not stand a chance.

In his present form, BobII indeed stood no chance. But he had one more secret weapon: a fusion.

BobII himself leaped over all the opposing soldiers and landed in front of the Black Rider formerly known as Jadarendir. He grabbed him by the throat, and Jada gradually disappeared. Once it was finished, their strengths had become one, and behind the nightmarish armour of BobII himself, Jadarendir screamed with the pain of a hundred thousand lifetimes.

As the others stared at the now towering monster, they realized that BobII was now the most powerful being in the known universe. The only way to stop him was to separate him from Jada, and as was the case with the Calvinball, this was impossible to do and spare Jada's life.

Another choice was dealt to the players.

But as much as they wished otherwise, they knew what Jada would have them do.

Arhra, despite the great threat, turns his attention upon BobII's army. It would be pointless to think that somehow the numberless hordes of orcs would not interefere while they fought BobII. Riding upon his chaos steed he casts aside the elven form had had been using and stands clad in something closer to his true form. He is glorioius and terrible to behold, his form completely hidden behind bladed armour of ancient and ornate make. A tattered cloak of twisting energy forged from shattered planes is his only adornment and his face is hidden behind an inhumanly calm steel mask. One hand twined in the tentacular mane of one of his mount's heads he cries out, "Chaos that is change!" and he channels some of his energy into the chaos beast he rides. The creature that had once served as the mount of one of the Navy-blue Riders opens its jaws impossibly wide and it breathes forth opalescent beams of power.

The beams strike into the midst of the teeming orcs but they do not destroy. Instead they subvert. The orcs give cries of pain as the chaos magic sweeps over them, obliterating their old memories and rebirthing them in a form more pleasing to Arhra. They are warped into spawn of chaos, in some cases several being fused together to create greater creatures. The remainder of the orcs can't help but quail before the mutant horde that cries out songs to the glory of Chaos. Some of the mutants can even breathe forth pure chaos, corrupting more to Arhra's cause while other spawn more creatures.

Arhra fashions a blade of pure entropy with his magic and he points it towards the monstrous figure of BobII. Glutted with power from Chaos' ascendancy he cries, "Death!" and his steed swoops to the attack.

OOC: Behold the glory that is Chaos, blah, blah, blah.

BobII then gave word for the trolls to come out of hiding. From the other side of a nearby hillside, 100 000 000 trolls charged toward the armies, firing exploding arrows at the Chaos soldiers. Instantly, hundreds were incinerated.

The trolls reached the front lines, and fought twice as hard as the orcs. BobII laughed as he watched the armies of the Calvinballers shatter, one soldier at a time.

Thaumaturge watched the trolls arrive in consternation. His spiders would be of little use against them... he began to fashion a new spell, bringing a thick fog to blanket the field. He then cast a spell of magical vision on himself, each entity on the field lighting up by mage-sight, their lights not dimmed by the fog. BobII was a towering mass of shadow black and blood crimson, with flames raging at his core. Arhra was ever-shifting, never the same for two consecutive moments. Dragonsbane was red-gold, power radiating from the mage, cold blue shock still evident. TD was iron-grey determination, Druid was the shade of eternal rest, laced with purple lines of power. Toastburner was blue-white shocked surprise. The orcs were crimson with hate, while the trolls were flames of mingled animal fury and hate.

Thaumaturge headed through the mist towards the trolls, and when he was close enough, began to cast Meteor, calling tons of burning rock down on the trolls, before perparing to repeat the process, as draining as it would be...

In the midst of the raging battlefield, a rumbling was heard.

This was no ordinary rumble, either. Neither a normal rockslide or even an earthquake could surpass the noise of the fighting warriors of the Calvinballers and the BobII army, from their battle cries to their death cries - not to mention the snazzy special sound effects made by their weapons.

However, this rumbling deafened even that, and soon it came to be evident that this rumbling signaled something big.

And it was something big indeed, for far from the battlefield, a field of volcanos came to existance behind the forces of the armies of BobII - where they couldn't possibly belong.

A field of erupting volcanoes, spewing rocks as large as the mouth of the volcano, and sometimes even larger. Flaming boulders rained down from behind the forces of BobII, and if the armies of the Calvinballers weren't careful, they too got a taste of fire.

Of course, trolls didn't exactly like fire.

Toastburner watched as BobII's army was strenghted by the 100,000,000 trolls.

Time to play the trump card. Toastburner thought to himself. He opened a line of communication to the Respawner ships above.

"I need an orbital bombardment. Patch into FLB 1-2-5 for targeting information. Also, send in the reserves."

Without waiting for a reply, Toastburner took direct control over one of the FLB drones. He flew it high, above the range of the orcs or trolls attacks. Turning on the laser targeting system, he targeted the rear of BobII's army, as to not hit is own comrades in arms.

"Missiles away!" came the reply over the comm.

Long seconds past before streaks appeared in the sky. Three huge volleys of fragmentation missiles sped towards the rear of BobII's army. 50 feet above the ground, the missiles detonated, creating a killing rain of metal and fire. Huge chunks of BobII's army vanished in a bloody haze, sliced to pieces and burned to a crisp.

Following the missiles came a fleet of dropships. Toastburner had transported his army via Death's Sycthe to be able to use the dropships later. The dropships themselves were heavily armed, and rained cannon and missile fire onto the orcs and trolls. Side hatches opened, unleashing hundreds, if not thousands, of FLB drones. As they landed, their bottom hatches opened, unleashing another army of LKBs to reinforce the battered orignals.

Other, new bots were unleashed as well. Leafblower Killer Assault Robots, or LKARs, marched slowly onto the field. Much larger than their brethern, the LKARs resembled BattleMechs more than power armor. The LKARs ignored the orcs, and went straight for the trolls, plasma cannons and missiles roaring.

Toastburner turned. Between the combined armies and the calvinballers who had focused their attention on the battle, there was little else he could do.

Besides, something else demanded attention.

Toastburner walked over to Dragonsbane, his sycthe out read to deflect any attack Jada/BobII would launch.

"So...what do we do now?" Toastburner asked the mage.

The Minirendirs fought valiantly, along with Dragonsbane's own legions of drow cavalry (riding giant lizards...horses don't like caves), but the trolls were too numerous. One by one, the valiant warriors were being slain.

Dragonsbane sighed, then began to chant, the aura of power around him increasing until he glowed like a newborn sun when viewed through Magesight.

Something tiny and black appeared in the midst of the already-battered troll army...then a titanic pulse of power rocked the very earth beneath their feet as it exploded outward, tearing the fabric of space and ripping them apart like tissue paper. Being trolls, the pieces would regrow, and so Dragonsbane cast his second spell.

"Immolate!"

Flame swept across the field, troll corpses catching like dried cedar. Soon, where an army had once stood, there was nothing but fire...

Finally hearing TB's question, the mage turned towards him and answered.

"That."

"While that was good work, I was talking about him." Toastburner said, using the reaper to point at the monsterous form of BobII. "If he has the power that he had before, combined with that of Jadarendir...we're in for it."

Finally, the BobII titan stirred, seemingly now at ease with his new powers. Toastburner tensed, ready to dodge out of the way of an attack. "Look, Dragonsbane, I know Jadarendir was your friend, but we don't have a choice. We have to take BobII down."

Toastburner looked back over at the towering fiend. "If we can even do that...

"Possession plus Necromantic control...hmmm..." Dragonsbane said contemplatively, considering, "We need something to break the necromantic control...like a really powerful cleric, or DotD, then I can cast a spell to ward off the Possession."

An orc charged him, and he whipped his katana across its neck, continuing to consider the problem even as it fell, "Of course, there IS the small matter of keeping Bob from killing us all while DotD and myself cast our spells....think you can distract him?"

While they contemplated how to destroy BobII, they failed to notice that Jadarendir's screams had ceased.

He saw nothing. Not even blackness. A sight seen only by those who are dead. He knew that either they had killed him, or that BobII absorbed all of his power and killed him himself.

Either way, Jadarendir was yet again dead.

But it would be a long time before any of the allies would learn this.

Druid looked to DB and the others.

"I can break the control but it would almost be easier just to kill BobII and revive Jadarendir after. Jad's a demon isn't he? Theoretically once his spirit is free of BobII he should respawn in his home plane and even if he doesn't we could still ressurect him after he's free...."

"Whatever you decide to do, I will help."

Frustrated he turned to the nearest orc and plunged his hand into its chest, ripping its heart out. He looked to BobII.

"This is merely a taste of things to come......

"Well...technically, I suppose. From my understanding, you only respawn during a game. And I don't know about you guys, but I haven't seen or sensed the calvinball anywhere around here. So I don't know if Jada would respawn..."

Both DB and DoD were looked at Toastburner, somewhat annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You guys go do your mage-y think stuff. I'll just go distract the most powerful being in the universe." Toastburner said.

He swung the reaper, creating a rift. He stepped through it, and appeared on a peak near the battlefield. He could still easily see BobII's monsterous form.

"Distraction..." Toastburner muttered, looking up at BobII. "Right."

"R-S-One-Seven, this is Tin-Can, do you copy?" Toastburner said into his radio.

"Loud and clear, Tin-Can." the Respawner XVII responded.

"I need you to activate the last-ditch code!"

"No...you can't be serious! You don't...you can't! We haven't even tested this yet!" the other voice said.

"I am, and I do! Activate the code! Form Toastburner-tron!" Toastburner cried triumphantly, fighting the urge to strike poses.

Anime-esque theme music blared in the background. From the battlefield, four LKARs suddenly took off, and changed configuration. Two transformed to look like arms, the others transformed to resemble legs. A dropship dipped down, also transforming. All five came together to form a humaniod machine, all while the triumphant anime music went on in the background.

Toastburner couldn't resist anymore. "Form feet and legs!" He declared as he flew over to the forming machine. "Form arms, and body!" A small compartment opened, and Toastburner flew in. He flicked a switch. "And I'll form, the head!"

Finally, the transformation was complete. "Go, Toastburner-tron!" Toastburner yelled.

The music began to skip, repeating the same notes over and over. Toastburner flicked the switch that he thought turned it off, but it just got louder, and began to reverberate inside his armor. "Owww!" Toastburner yelled as he flick the switch the other way, turning it back down.

As he landed, the special-effects sequence over, BobII hit him with a massive mace. Toastburner-tron fell over.

"Oowww..." Toastburner moaned inside the cockpit. "That never happened in the TV show..."

Toastburner quickly righted TB-tron. "Alright, Bob...prepare to face Toastburner-tron! Defender of...This General Area!"

Floating by on his flying pig-thing, G.I.R. spotting the fire and had to investigate. Perhaps there were tacos there. Upon arriving, G.I.R. was treated to waves and waves of death and destruction. So he laughed. He clapped his little metal hands together, opened the top of his head and pulled out a cupcake.

(Hope you don't mind me joining in)

OOC: Shouldn't be too big of a deal but we're past 100 posts which means endings are about to start.

Speaking of endings let me know when we're ready to do them, I've got one in the works.

Jada floated in nothingness, remembering what had brought him to his end. The most powerful spell in the known universe had reduced him to this. Now he was nothing. No more respawns, and far beyond ressurection. His body would never be found.

Then he saw death.

"Death!" he cried. "Release me from this place! There is turmoil on the Earth that can only be resolved with all the Calvinballers together!"

Death floated to Jada. "'Fraid not, little man. This is great for my business, this war. You're just one part of the puzzle. Soon all will come here and suffer under me!"

Jada, in his anger, decided to do something very foolish. "I challenge you to a duel, Death."

Death paused for a moment, then took his hood off. Somewhat resemblant of DoD, he brought out his rail gun. "What sort of challenge?"

"Physical," Jada said. "If I win, you send me back. If not, you can send me to the deepest level of Hell."

Death laughed. "To Hell with Hell! I know you've been there, and are stronger than any of its forces. If you lose, you stay here, alone... forever."

Jada hesitated for a moment, then smiled.

"Let's do this."

TD could not believe his eyes. Choas was swept over the field, with armies, black magic and other combatants desperetly trying to gain the upper hand. With Jada now gone, TD had to try one last move.
He grabbed his awesome spear, as did the rest of his army. Then he took hold of his sword and merged the two into an Elemental Gauntlent. The TD army lined up on the field, running towards the front lines. With the magical gauntlents, they prepared for the ultimate Thunder-doken. Before they fired, TD called to DB to help in the magical firepower.

Arhra had plans of his own. Though BobII was too powerful for him to defeat in this state, there was perhaps a way he could weaken him...

His steed flys above the battlefield, hovering above BobII. Then when Toasterburner-tron distracts BobII he sees his chance and leaps. Quite literally. He executes a perfect swan dive, his entropic blade held in front of him as he hurtles downards towards BobII. He impacts and then things get very strange, Arhra dissappearing into the monstrous form with barely a ripple.

Arhra floats in darkness. Chaos could go everywhere and now he was in a place where he could influence the battle. He wills the dakrness beneath him solid and around him the features of a city appear slowly fade into focus. He stands in a concrete park, surrounded on three sides by tall brick buildings with a chain-link fence blocking off the road. Also surrounding him are several BobII clones, all identically clad in dark glasses and suits. One of them steps fowards, "Mr Arhra, we've been expecting you."

Arhra replies, "You lie, you know that this has not been predicted. I am here because I choose to be. I am the One, the one who will kick all your sorry asses." The BobII clones look angry beofre they rush to the attack. Arhra leaps into the air, freezing for a moment before he snap kicks a BobII clone with each foot, sending them flying back into the others. They punch at him but he blocks them all, moving almost too fast to be seen. One does managed to land a blow though, a curiously slow looking strike that sends Arhra flying backwards. He crashes into a wall, leaving an impressive indent but he just gets back up and tears a sign out of the concrete ground, wielding the pole as a weapon. More BobII's pour forwards, Arhra sending them flying with mighty swings of the poles, sending one right up into the air and through a window, but still more pour forwards. Arhra fights on.

Before TD could finish his sentence, a very strange thing happened.

BobII suddenly lurched forward and then back. When he threw himself back, Masamune broke through the front of his armour from the inside, then was pulled back in. It broke through his back, then either side as well. Finally, A side swipe across the front freed Jadarendir from inside the beast. He leapt in front of the warriors, and collapsed.

As he struggled to stand, he raised a hand to BobII. The staff he held came to Jada's hand.

"This is mine."

And then he stood.

Toastburner was never one to miss an oppurtunity.

And, well, when you're fighting a mega-monster, having someone cut their way out of the monster's chest, thus greatly reducing the monster's power while leaving it in shock...you tend to follow up on something like that.

And Toastburner did. TB-Tron charged the the tottering from of BobII, and delivered a flurry of blows. Jab-jab-cross-jab-hook-jab-uppercut-jab-jab-hook-backhand-jumping roundhouse.

BobII, alreay weakened, went down, and, from the lost of Jadarendir's power, began to revert to his original size and shape.

Toastburner flicked another switch inside Toastburner-tron, then exited. The might robot broke back up into the four LKARs and the dropship that formed it. They were needed back at the battle.

Toastburner landed beside the other calvinballers. BobII, now his orignal form, stood, and faced the calvinballers.

"It's time to end this." Jadarendir said.

BobII's hideous laugh inspired fear in all on the field. He had not lost any of Jadarendir's power, after all. As he rose, he continued to grow in height. His power was growing tremendously, and none could know the reason. Even Death, who had been defeated at Jadarendir's hand, was nowhere near as fearsome as this horrible beast. Jadarendir turned to the others.

"When I say, hit him with everything," he said. "We live or we die here. Right now."

The others nodded. Jadarendir smiled for a moment, before his legs were snapped off his body by BobII's mace. Jada's upper body flew into the side of a cliff face, and he looked as if he were unconscious. As his legs rapidly grew back, he raised a hand. The others waited anxiously for the chance to strike, but they waited.

BobII walked slowly toward Jada, and raised his mace to crush him.

"NOW!" he cried, and got to his newly formed feet. He raised his staff and fired a beam of blue energy, hitting BobII in the face. His helmet melted, revealing his hideous face; but he did not die.

Thaumaturge stepped forward, casting. From his hands streamed forth what seemed to be magic missiles, but each carried far more power than any ordinary magic missile. The intense blue missiles slammed into BobII, tearing at him, and still they streamed forth. But it was not enough, BobII was still too powerful...

Dragonsbane nodded, "Some things are almost unkillable, even when destroyed. The body can be obliterated, but the sentience remains...eventually finding a new body and returning to power. This thing we fight is one of those. To kill him, we must wipe his mind from the universe."

He reached into the pocket of his robes, and pulled out...the Calvinball. He held out his hand, palm facing toward BobII, the Calvinball floating a few inches in front of his hand. He chanted words of power, words that had existed even before he was born, energy coruscating around his arm and hand, pouring into and out of the Calvinball. The orb began to glow, charging up.

"Distract him...I only need another second." DB said through gritted teeth as he focused his power through the Calvinball.

By sheer act of the Plot Device, when Dragonsbane said, "Distract him," CheshireThief and the Army of Amazons appeared. "Sorry I'm late, I've been a bit... umm... 'busy' if you know what I mean." He winked. He then turned to face BobII. CheshireThief took the guitar off of his back. When revealed, it was the legendary IBANEZ. He smiled, and the Plot Device hooked him up with the world's largest speaker stack, almost as tall as the Towers themselves. Pick in hand, CheshireThief yelled through a microphone, "Amazons! Attack!" He began playing... the song... the song... "Welcome to the Jungle" as his Amazons began their approach. He silently willed a message to Dragonsbane, I hope this is a good enough distraction. Those Amazons aren't cheap, you know.

OOC: Alright, time to start wrapping up. Here's my idea for an ending.

IC:

As DB attempted to destroy the mind of BobII, he failed to notice that he was about to be assaulted by a legion of trolls and a couple of orcs. Jadarendir saw, and made his staff a bow, armed with a full quiver of etherial arrows. He shot four at a time, quickly disposing of the enemies. But he missed one.

The last troll brought his axe down hard on DB's shoulder. DB started bleeding heavily from the shoulder, but dismissed the assault as nothing more than a nuisance. He swung his hand back, and beheaded the troll in a single motion. The loss of blood started to effect him quickly, and he got dizzy.

Thaumaturge saw this, and continued to launch magic missile-like strikes. TD also pitched in, commanding his army to use Thunder-doken against BobII. They all struck different points, but the enemy would not die.

Almost everyone else on the field was dead or unconscious, save for CheshireThief, who was watching his Amazons attack BobII as well. The attack was going fine, until the mace swung yet again. Many soldiers were swept out of existence in the blink of an eye. It seemed hopeless; how do you destroy the indestructible opponent?

Jada knew the answer: you give him what he wants, and more than he can handle.

Jada leapt onto BobII's giant back, which was now almost as big as Mount Me itself. He climbed all the way to the top, dodging arrows from the leftover trolls and orcs. He reached the back of the helmet and stabbed deep with Masamune. BobII still did not die.

Jada took his staff and jabbed it into BobII's brain. It glowed and power surged into it. Jadarendir knew that every being has a limit, and BobII had almost reached it. All that was needed to destroy him was to exceed it.

BobII continued to grow, but then he screamed and before any could realize, he exploded. The brightness of the explosion had NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE.

Jadarendir fell to the ground, landing on his spine. When the other players attempted to see if he was alright, they all suddenly disappeared. The field resetted, and they were returned, in top shape.

Welcome back to the game.

THE END

OOC:Hmm... very well, here's my stab at ending this:


IC:
Thaumaturge dropped his attack in disgust, the magic doing nothing to stop BobII. Perhaps he could not be stopped. Perhaps this was the end. Perhaps... but wait... Even a thing which cannot be killed can be beaten, if it can be imprisoned... He hurried over to Dragonsbane. "Quickly! Can you use your mind-magics to contact the other players?" Dragonsbane nodded, and Thaumaturge explained the message that he wanted sent.

Thauamturge ran towards BobII, casted Flight, and shot up to the level of BobII's eyes. "I can defeat you!" He taunted. "I know how to circumvent your power!"
BobII swatted at the annoyance, but Thaumaturge evaded the hand easily, darting back. Enraged, BobII advanced on the flying mage, but still Thaumaturge retreated.

Thauamturge looked down. Everything was in place. "NOW!" he called out. Dragonsbane began to chant, and soon everyone had picked up the refrain. BobII looked around, to find that he had been lured into a circle of his foes, and as they chanted, magic began to swirl within the circle. BobII tried to break through, but it was too late, the circle was complete, and neither he nor Thaumaturge would be leaving the circle until the spell was complete. Dragonsbane began a second chant while the others continued the first, and the fabric of reality began to tear around the massive form of BobII. The air rippled and shimmered, light and dark flaring in the rent. Finally Dragonsbane shouted a single Word of Command, and the rent opened fully, BobII hurtling through, carried by the inter-planar pressures. The rent closed behind him, sealing shut, locking BobII between worlds, neither here nor there, able to affect nothing.

Thaumaturge floated in the inter-planar gulf. No sight, no sound, no touch, no smell reached his senses. And yet... there was a flickering in the depths, as CheshireThief entered using the Plot Device. He took hold of Thaumaturge, activated the device, and the pair reappeared on the Calvinball field, where Thaumaturge promptly collapsed.

*following Thaumaturge's ending, concerning what happened to Dragonsbane*

Dragonsbane shrugged, "If he comes back, we'll be ready for him..." sheathing his katana, he disappeared.

Cheshire Thief returned to his "recreations" with the Amazons, and Thaumaturge was swiftly revived...the other Calvinballers all prepared for the next game, or just did whatever, as usual.

In a floating castle somewhere on another plane, a fortress in the midst of a vast emptiness, the air flickered. A familiar, black-eyed archmage reappeared behind his desk in a lavishly appointed room, walls lined with bookshelves, and thick carpets covering the floor. Sitting back in his comfortable chair, Dragonsbane laughed...even as he drew the Calvinball from his pocket.

"No one can keep you for long, my troublesome little friend...so I might as well end this on my terms." he smiled, opening a portal to some random plane...and tossing it through. Looking down at a crystal orb on his desk, suspended in a runesilver frame, the archwizard watched the writhing, ghostly form trapped within, "BobII...you and I have much to discuss..." he grinned, the look on his face as cruel as an Archdevil, "very much to discuss..."

((OOC: My rather long ending.))

Between CTs jamming, and the attacks of the amazons, BobII was properly distracted.

Meanwhile, Toastburner and the other calvinballers were holding off the final charge of the trolls, coming to aid their master. While powerful, they were nothing to calvinballers. Toastburner hadn't realized how far he had come until he used the sycthe to cut them down like wheat. Jadarendir fought with a revengence. DoD used his powers to raise the trolls as they were slain, adding to the numbers of the calvinballer armies even as BobII's armies went down. The minirendir, at the return of their master, fought like dragons.

Still, they were an endless tide. Only the best warriors of each of the armies were left, and they formed a protective inner barrier around Dragonsbane. Any troll that got past the calvinballers had to deal with the best the minirendir, dragoons, undead, robots, and dragons had to offer.

Finally, Dragonsbane chanting came to a climax. Shouting the final words of the spell, Dragonsbane unleashed his blast, a soul-scourging blaze that burned away spirit as well as flesh. Toastburner watched as the azure beam shot towards BobII, turning away only long enough to decapiate a troll charged him.

BobII reached out his hand, and the attack struck it.

The flash was blinding, even to Toastburner and his optic filter. The world became white. Toastburner heard the trolls cry out in pain, their eyes not used to such brilliance.

The light faded...to reveal BobII still standing, his arm slowly regenerating.

Dragonsbane fell to his knees, both from exhaustion and shock. "It didn't work..." he mummered in awe.

Toastburner didn't have time to think about it. The trolls, seeing their master still standing, redoubled their attack. BobII began an attack of his own, killing amazons by the dozen. Despite the best efforts of the calvinballers, trolls slowly began to pass them. Too many. The battered warriors of the armies couldn't hold them all off. They sped towards Dragonsbane.

Suddenly, the armies of the allies expanded. Through the power of the Plot Device, all the warriors who had plegded themselves to the fall of BobII appeared. Argent Lord and his silver dragon riders. SAAM and his army of SAAMs. Saiyaman and his dragons. Highonpawns and his forces. All suddenly appeared, and increased the power of the allied army tenfold. The trolls, suddenly overwhelmed, tried to fall back, but ran into the calvinballers. They were dispatched quickly.

The minor battle in hand, the calvinballers gathered. Toastburner called over all his FLB drones to by time by distracting BobII...who must be getting really tired of being distracted by now.

"The soul burn didn't work." Dragonsbane stated. "BobII's body is to strong, I couldn't reach his soul."

Toastburner thought about the problem for a second.

"Could you cast another?" Toastburner asked softly.

Dragonsbane noddedly slowly. "Yes. I won't have anything left after, however."

Toastburner nodded slightly, as if processing the information. "Would the Soul Burn work if it hit his soul directly?"

The others looked surprised. Toastburner held up the reaper. "With this, I can create a rift to anywhere. Using the Plot Device, we should be able to make it work."

Jadarendir nodded. "It could work. If we can enter BobII soul, deliver the blast, we could end this once for all."

Dragonsbane nodded. "Right. Jadarendir, Toastburner, Thaumaturge, ChesireThief, and myself will go. The rest of you will rally the armies and keep BobII occupied."

They all agreed, as the others left, CT attached the Plot Device to the reaper. "Okay, that should do it."

Toastburner swung the reaper, and the rift appeared.

They entered.

Oddly enough, BobII soul looked like a city. Populated with BobII clones. The calvinballers had appeared in the middle of Arhra's battle. The Bobs attacked. Again, the others formed a line around Dragonsbane to protect him as he prepared the Soul Burn.

"We'll need to leave before the spell is cast." Dragonsbane said. "If we stay to long, we'll die when his soul ceases to exist. So, I'll have to make it a Delayed Soul Burn. Hopefully, it should work."

"If it doesn't?" ChesireThief asked.

"Then we'll have fused the calvinball with BobII...making him even more powerful. God-like." Dragonsbane said.

"Then it better work." Jadarendir said.

Dragonsbane began to chant. The Bobs, seemingly to sense the purpose of this invasion, began to attack more fiercely. Still, they couldn't break past the calvinballers. Toastburner sliced them with the reaver. Jada maimed them with his sword. Thaumaturge destroyed them with magic. ChesireThief blew them away with powerful wails on his guitar. Arhra continued his kung-fu moves.

Finally, Dragonsbane yelled. "It's done! We have to get out now."

With that, he teleported. Those who could teleport themselves followed. Toastburner created a rift for those who couldn't. All escaped.

Suddenly with foes, the Bob clones walked over to the ball. They had seen the ball before, threads and threads ago, but...it was changed somewho.

They didn't remember a countdown reflecting inside the ball.

3...2...1...


To those outside, it seemed as though BobII froze. Mid swing, he stopped, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then, he groaned in pain, unimagable pain, as the blast burned away his soul from the inside out. Be began to contort. His torso sunk inward, followed by the rest of his body, as if being sucked down a hole. With a finally roar of fury and pain, BobII disappeared.

The calvinball fell to the ground, shining blue in the darkness.

Cheers erupted from the surviving alliance troops. With the defeat of BobII, his forces fled.

The party went into the night. Minirendir shared tales of battle with Drow. Dragoons attempted to flirt with amazons, but failed miserably. Spiders did a conga line with robots.

Outside the camp, the calvinballers stood around the ball.

"So...what now?" Toastburner asked.

"You ask that alot, you know." ChesireThief said.

"The Soul Burn left BobII empty, creating a vaccuum effect. The calvinball amplied that effect, sucking in BobII body and whatever was left of his soul." Dragonsbane said.

"So...is he gone for good?" Druid of the Dead asked.

"I don't know." Dragonsbane said. "What was left of him is sealed inside the ball. As long as calvinball exists...BobII should not be a threat."

Toastburner looked around the gathering. He sighed as he realized when next they met, they would be foes battling for the ball.

"So...who wants to win?" Toastburner asked.

"I think we'll call this one a draw." Jadarendir said. He stuck his hand out, over the ball. One by one, the other calvinballers added their hands, and, as one, they claimed the ball, which vanished.

Dragonsbane sighed. "If anyone claims I ever did something that cheesey, I'll deny it."

"Me, too." Thaumaturge said. "Can't be an evil overlord and be cheesey at the same time."

Jadarendir rolled his eyes. Toastburner laughed.

"Well, we still have a while until the next game." ChesireThief said. "Might as well enjoy the party until then, right?"

Everyone nodded, and began to walk back to party, until the next game begun.

The End

OOC: My ending. Here goes.

IC:

Jada had re-emerged and with the mighty Masamune in hand, nobody could stop them. BobII grinned and stared at the challenge. The leaders, Jada, TD, DB, CT, TB, Thaumaturge and Athra stood at the front on the line, staring at BobII. BobII rose into the air and dark energy swiftly gathered into him, expanding his size, into the clouds. His army, slowly dissipated into him, feeding his ever growing power.
The TD army was about to unleash their Thunder-doken, but quickly recoiled.
"I'll pose as a distraction as the rest of you purge the world of this being!" TD yelled. The other nodded.
TD rose up and summoned all his strength and the rest of the TD's rose as well. TD grew with the others power and towered up into the clouds to match BobII.
Using TB different machines, he quickly constructed a sword to match BobII. And then the fight began.
TD lashed against BobII, giving the rest time to act. Jada, DB and Thaumaturge rose into the air, flying towards BobII's abdomen. CT quickly pulled out his plot device and got potions and materials to feed the others the power they needed.
TB and Athra assembled their armies and took on the armies below, to help get rid of BobII's power supply.
DB quickly analyzed BobII and found several weaknesses they could exploit.
"HURRY!" TD boomed.
BobII was not going down easily.
Jada and Thaumaturge quickly used Masamune's power to it's fullest extent. While Thaaymaturge summoned it's inert power, Jada struck repeatedly at BobII, draining power of the evil power.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" was all that BobII could cry.
BobII reversed back to his normal size, awaiting the calvinballers back down below.
They lashed upon his already torn body, and winced with every strike.
TD lumbered over BobII.
"Good-bye, BobII." TD boomed.
TD stepped on BobII and Jada and DB quickly erradicated the remains into mere nothingness.
The battle had finally ended.
The grungy land they were in reverted back into a grassy green field, with a gentle breeze.
An omninous ball floated in the center of the field.
"Race ya for it!" the reverted TD said to Jada.
The game was now on.

End!

Okay, here's mine.

BobII was obliterating the calvinballer's armies. As his mace swung, amazons and zombies flew. The attacks from the calvinballer's were having no visible effect.

Jadarendir charged forward with the masamune. He lept at BobII only to be swatted aside against a nearby rock wall. Jad slumped down as BobII turned to him. BobII raised his mace to strike, but Jadarendir came to at the last second and swung with the masamune severing BobII's wang.

Lines of light began dissecting BobII's massive body and then he exploded. The shockwave knocked everyone off their feet and the army of BobII fell. As the calvinballer's recovered they saw Jadarendir slowly get up.

"He's gone......"

No one was positive as to whether or not BobII was gone for good but they knew he may still pose a threat in the future, and if he did return.......they would be waiting.

OOC: I don't have the patience to read TB's, but I'm sure it's just super.

OOC: Shall we start up the next one?

OOC: I go with Toastburner's ending. That was just super. It tied into my plan too which makes me happy.

As the party goes on Arhra is secretly pleased with himself. The Calvinball's banishment had been influenced by him and when it reappeared it would be in the place where he had intended it to be. Though it would travel by circuititous paths and be slow in the coming it would appear in the one place he could take the most advantage of it. Still, that was for the next game and he wasn't going to allow plans for the duture to interfer with the present. Arhra settles back and enjoys the party.