Mirthholme Saga 1: A New Peril Beckons - Page 9

Astral Harmony · 06-02-2009, 05:56 AM

Scott determined that the object he suddenly revealed was something he didn't want to see. It was a large tank, much larger than the Killbug MkII. The thing Scott saw was a Multiple Elemental Weapons System (MEWS) Wartank. It was designed to obliterate monster invasions where the best tactic was to simply exploit elemental weaknesses on a massive scale. This was the Type III model, capable of blasting foes with any of the eight primary elements: earth, water, air, fire, ice, lightning, light, and darkness.

The tank began its slow and steady advance.

That would most likely become a huge problem later.

-----

Chlorona lost much in Kestral's desperate but well-played attack. A great amount of her flesh was melted and malformed and stunk with the color of rot. How Chlorona took it all in without screaming in pain (or rage) was incredible. Maybe she didn't suffer from having her body destroyed?

-----

In Phrayke's defense, she tried very hard to get away from the attack unscathed.

Yeah, didn't quite work out that well.

Her back was badly scarred and now she was missing her left arm. Crying blood, Phrayke leapt back, tossed the parasol aside, and got inside Asche's reach. The uppercut she gave him knocked him on his back and nearly dislocated his jaw from the raw oomph she put into it.

But she didn't look like she had much oomph left. But what she did was unexpected. "Chlorona, retreat!"
Chlorona, hunched on her badly wounded spider legs, clutched at the smoking wound on her chest. "I can...still fight..."
Phrayke watched Asche with serious eyes. "Remember Dormond's orders. Get back to Hazelake, on the double. Leave this to us."
Chlorona gave one last glance at Kestral before rapidly backing away. Despite her injuries, she still had speed on her side.

If anyone tried to get at Chlorona, they were suddenly thrown back by a surge of psionics. This was beyond Yukiko's normal level, and a look at Yukiko revealed why. The woman wasn't normal anymore. An injector slid out of her neck from where she must have dosed her body with Maximum Output.
Phrayke didn't take Maximum Output, and instead simply gave in as her vampiric rage overcame her. Her clothes came all to pieces, leaving her with a thin dress that barely covered or hid anything at all. But she wasn't altogether pretty anymore. Black claws extended from her fingers and toes. Her fangs were longer now than ever before. Her eyes were all white and her skin seemed to have been pulled especially tight around her small body. Two bright red wings extended from her rash-ladden back. The arm she lost to Asche's sword regenerated in an explosion of blood.

Yukiko rose from the ground. Phrayke joined her in midair, but was upside-down instead.
"I can keep them from using us as playthings," Mirika said, beginning a guitar solo. Strange harmonics carried on the air, and prevented Yukiko from gaining control of the heroes. "They've lost what little sense of humanity they've had, and are just crazed monsters now who won't stop attacking until they're dead or we are. Be careful."

The MEWS Type III was still closing in on the clearing without attacking, which was fortunate. Two raging Reaping Lillies beyond all help or hope were going to be more than enough right now.

Overcast · 06-02-2009, 09:24 AM

When Scott saw the MEWS he had to hold on to what little dignity he had as he stared down the slowly approaching item. He had to be honest, while the MEWS had quite a lot he wasn't scared of that wasn't important. It had fire. Not just explosive response either, but pure fire. He stared at his bag feeling sick, the damn MEWS had resistances against most of the items it could use. It was making his potions look rather useless, well all save for some of his neutral parties, but those were better for weakening rather than destroying. He was looking around in desperation trying to find something to save him from the doom he could feel creeping along his skin.

He was willing to do anything to make sure that bastard didn't get close enough to even spit at him. It was time for a trap.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a grand amount of tripwire and a few potions of Oxidize. It never really destroyed mechanized units without huge amounts but the rust effect could make them more vulnerable to concussive attacks. And thus came the second part in his plan. He grabbed Sylen by the shirt desperation in his eyes as he dragged him with almost mind numbing fear around the assassins. He would only tell him one thing,

"We need boom."

Whatever he could take while the effect was still random he did. Unwilling to be courteous when he felt the final death so near in the fires that glow. If Sylen wasn't going to be cooperative then that was just fine, he would fight him for those damn explosives. The wire was stretched hard across the pathways to the battlefield. Small grenades he was capable of taking and bottles of oxidize carefully placed for the stealthiest effect. If that damn thing was gonna try to get past one of these it was in for quite a surprise. Hopefully a final one. He stared with that same noxious fear you could almost see dripping off his form,

"Got anything bigger?"

06-02-2009, 05:56 AM	#81
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Scott determined that the object he suddenly revealed was something he didn't want to see. It was a large tank, much larger than the Killbug MkII. The thing Scott saw was a Multiple Elemental Weapons System (MEWS) Wartank. It was designed to obliterate monster invasions where the best tactic was to simply exploit elemental weaknesses on a massive scale. This was the Type III model, capable of blasting foes with any of the eight primary elements: earth, water, air, fire, ice, lightning, light, and darkness. The tank began its slow and steady advance. That would most likely become a huge problem later. ----- Chlorona lost much in Kestral's desperate but well-played attack. A great amount of her flesh was melted and malformed and stunk with the color of rot. How Chlorona took it all in without screaming in pain (or rage) was incredible. Maybe she didn't suffer from having her body destroyed? ----- In Phrayke's defense, she tried very hard to get away from the attack unscathed. Yeah, didn't quite work out that well. Her back was badly scarred and now she was missing her left arm. Crying blood, Phrayke leapt back, tossed the parasol aside, and got inside Asche's reach. The uppercut she gave him knocked him on his back and nearly dislocated his jaw from the raw oomph she put into it. But she didn't look like she had much oomph left. But what she did was unexpected. "Chlorona, retreat!" Chlorona, hunched on her badly wounded spider legs, clutched at the smoking wound on her chest. "I can...still fight..." Phrayke watched Asche with serious eyes. "Remember Dormond's orders. Get back to Hazelake, on the double. Leave this to us." Chlorona gave one last glance at Kestral before rapidly backing away. Despite her injuries, she still had speed on her side. If anyone tried to get at Chlorona, they were suddenly thrown back by a surge of psionics. This was beyond Yukiko's normal level, and a look at Yukiko revealed why. The woman wasn't normal anymore. An injector slid out of her neck from where she must have dosed her body with Maximum Output. Phrayke didn't take Maximum Output, and instead simply gave in as her vampiric rage overcame her. Her clothes came all to pieces, leaving her with a thin dress that barely covered or hid anything at all. But she wasn't altogether pretty anymore. Black claws extended from her fingers and toes. Her fangs were longer now than ever before. Her eyes were all white and her skin seemed to have been pulled especially tight around her small body. Two bright red wings extended from her rash-ladden back. The arm she lost to Asche's sword regenerated in an explosion of blood. Yukiko rose from the ground. Phrayke joined her in midair, but was upside-down instead. "I can keep them from using us as playthings," Mirika said, beginning a guitar solo. Strange harmonics carried on the air, and prevented Yukiko from gaining control of the heroes. "They've lost what little sense of humanity they've had, and are just crazed monsters now who won't stop attacking until they're dead or we are. Be careful." The MEWS Type III was still closing in on the clearing without attacking, which was fortunate. Two raging Reaping Lillies beyond all help or hope were going to be more than enough right now. Last edited by Astral Harmony; 06-03-2009 at 03:36 AM.

06-02-2009, 09:24 AM	#82
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	When Scott saw the MEWS he had to hold on to what little dignity he had as he stared down the slowly approaching item. He had to be honest, while the MEWS had quite a lot he wasn't scared of that wasn't important. It had fire. Not just explosive response either, but pure fire. He stared at his bag feeling sick, the damn MEWS had resistances against most of the items it could use. It was making his potions look rather useless, well all save for some of his neutral parties, but those were better for weakening rather than destroying. He was looking around in desperation trying to find something to save him from the doom he could feel creeping along his skin. He was willing to do anything to make sure that bastard didn't get close enough to even spit at him. It was time for a trap. He reached into his bag and pulled out a grand amount of tripwire and a few potions of Oxidize. It never really destroyed mechanized units without huge amounts but the rust effect could make them more vulnerable to concussive attacks. And thus came the second part in his plan. He grabbed Sylen by the shirt desperation in his eyes as he dragged him with almost mind numbing fear around the assassins. He would only tell him one thing, "We need boom." Whatever he could take while the effect was still random he did. Unwilling to be courteous when he felt the final death so near in the fires that glow. If Sylen wasn't going to be cooperative then that was just fine, he would fight him for those damn explosives. The wire was stretched hard across the pathways to the battlefield. Small grenades he was capable of taking and bottles of oxidize carefully placed for the stealthiest effect. If that damn thing was gonna try to get past one of these it was in for quite a surprise. Hopefully a final one. He stared with that same noxious fear you could almost see dripping off his form, "Got anything bigger?" __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!