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maskormenacelogs2015-05-17 02:16 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-05-17 02:16 pm
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking/In the dark
WHO: Sabriel, Melkor, and everyone else
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 17th through the 19th
WHAT: Melkor stole Sabriel's bells, raised some Dead, and has started wrecking shit. This is a catch-all log, though the fight with Melkor will go into a separate thread. Please read this before you post for info on the plot/these particular monsters, since they don't correspond to a some traditional zombie rules.
WARNINGS: Zombies, violence, probable gore, will change if additional stuff needs to be added
(The Dead) [Are not as numerous as they could be, but every one of them is a potential threat. They come out at night, sticking to dimly lit areas where they can catch people unawares.
Dead with physical bodies could almost be mistaken for normal humans, though anything more than a cursory examination will reveal something deeply wrong with them. Their state of decay varies, but will worsen over time.
Dead without physical bodies are nearly impossible to spot- and even harder to fight.
During the day, the Dead will hide in sewers and abandoned buildings, seeking the darkest places they can find.]
(The Fires) [Are primarily restricted to the business district, although they may spread farther if not stopped. The good news is that the Dead fear fire, so imPorts battling the flames won't need to worry about them.
ImPorts will need to not only put the fires out, but also save anyone trapped in the flames- and since fire is a good way to dispose of evidence, imPorts may find some shady individuals taking advantage of the disaster to do just that. Will they stop them, or focus on dealing with the fire?]
(misc) Healing people? Trying to lead them to safety? Or maybe just convincing someone that no, these undead are not contagious. Or maybe your character is up to something else!]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 17th through the 19th
WHAT: Melkor stole Sabriel's bells, raised some Dead, and has started wrecking shit. This is a catch-all log, though the fight with Melkor will go into a separate thread. Please read this before you post for info on the plot/these particular monsters, since they don't correspond to a some traditional zombie rules.
WARNINGS: Zombies, violence, probable gore, will change if additional stuff needs to be added
(The Dead) [Are not as numerous as they could be, but every one of them is a potential threat. They come out at night, sticking to dimly lit areas where they can catch people unawares.
Dead with physical bodies could almost be mistaken for normal humans, though anything more than a cursory examination will reveal something deeply wrong with them. Their state of decay varies, but will worsen over time.
Dead without physical bodies are nearly impossible to spot- and even harder to fight.
During the day, the Dead will hide in sewers and abandoned buildings, seeking the darkest places they can find.]
(The Fires) [Are primarily restricted to the business district, although they may spread farther if not stopped. The good news is that the Dead fear fire, so imPorts battling the flames won't need to worry about them.
ImPorts will need to not only put the fires out, but also save anyone trapped in the flames- and since fire is a good way to dispose of evidence, imPorts may find some shady individuals taking advantage of the disaster to do just that. Will they stop them, or focus on dealing with the fire?]
(misc) Healing people? Trying to lead them to safety? Or maybe just convincing someone that no, these undead are not contagious. Or maybe your character is up to something else!]
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Which is not to say he likes it down here. It does mean he hasn't lost his sense of humour, though.
His sword is drawn and in his hand, while the other hand holds a traditional torch. It's crudely made, from a broken tree branch and some rags doused with alcohol. It does, in part, light their way, but the main reason for having it is that these things don't like fire. ]
I'm not sure the undead have an appetite for reading, Mademoiselle. I'd question whether they've the patience. If they were able to learn, they'd have stopped jumping us by now.
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Gross.
So gross. ]
Oh, no. They would just have gotten better about it, not stopped.
[ And while he swung the torch around, she resisted the urge to bring her staff to bear and light the gem at the very top. Instead, it remains firmly leaning against one shoulder, though still in hand, for when she needs it. For all she knows, the damn things would just sense the magic and move away from them. ]
Do you really plan on hitting them with your torch if we find them?
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No.
[ He lefts his sword in his hand, turning it so that the light from the fire glints against the edge of the blade. ]
I'm going to cut them apart and then set the pieces on fire. What are you going to do, aim a javelin at them and hope it connects?
[ He knows what he's doing here, okay. Despite never having fought a menace like this before, he is absolutely on top of it.
God help him. ]
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Staff. It's a staff. [ Hawke corrects ever so sweetly. ] And so long as they come at you first, I doubt I'll actually need to hit anything at all with it. Though your plan isn't without some merit. A bit tough if we get mobbed, but still.
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devildead, something far ahead of them, just out of range of D'Artagnan's torchlight, makes a raspy, rattling groaning sound. Following that, a splash of water. ]no subject
[ He returns that little smile. Don't start with him, lady. He turns back to the tunnel, swinging the torch around in front of him to cast more light on the subject. ]
How many counts as being mobbed? Because - wait.
[ He hears that sound. Something growling, a splash of water. He holds up his sword hand, and then inches forward with the torch extended.
Promptly, the torch is thrown out of his hand, and a creature barrels into his side. D'Artagnan's plan switches in an instant, while he wrestles with the thing that's now trying to bite him. There isn't much time to prepare for that, because the creature's friends leap from the shadows a moment later. ]
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[ Though if she had any further quips prepared, they'll have to wait. She has no intention of letting the second one get to either of them, especially not her unfortunate sewer-crawling partner over there. She leaps forward, slamming a palm out through the air towards the second corpse.
The distance between her and it mean there's no physical connection and yet...
As soon as she's landed and thrust her hand out like that, it goes flying backwards, right back the way it came, only there's a crack and a thud of it hitting the sewer wall. It'll be back, of course, but it buys her some time. ]
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And then he sees zombies literally flying away from Hawke, even though she's not touched them at all. ]
It took me by surprise.
[ It's coming for him again. This time, he snatches back his sword and cuts it in an arc, slicing off the head before it gets any further. Of course, it's still coming, and he pulls his knife out of its shoulder. It's still coming at him; he's fighting off a headless torso. ]
Where did the torch go?!
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[ The question of the missing torch passes by, Hawke making no move to actually go looking. Now that their prey (or their predators?) are upon them, she has a better solution. While she dances back a few steps, ensuring nothing else is going to lunge at her immediately, she waves her hand over the gem at the top of her staff. It immediately bursts to life with light. Sadly, it is also a fairly malevolent red shade, but it does light the sewer up! That's what matters! ]
And I would suggest moving out from between me and your headless friend there, if you'd care for me to provide some fire here!
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He needs to torch. ]
Hawke -
[ He breaks off when he looks at her, and she makes her spear light up. It's as though there's a beacon inside what had previously seemed like nothing more than a jewel. How?! He doesn't know, but now is no time to argue either. He strikes a slash across the headless zombie's chest, spilling more blood, and then he gives it a hard kick back towards Hawke and her glowing gem. ]
I hope you know what you're doing!
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[ Hawke is such a reassuring lady.
Luckily, though, she has some idea. At least as far as fire goes, considering she can produce an awfully large amount of it at will. As the zombie is sent stumbling towards her, she tucks her staff back under one arm, held at the ready should she actually need to lash out with it, but most of her focus goes to the bits of flame beginning to spark around her. The magic is brought to bear, forced into a more concentrated shape, in her hand and then she lets it loose at the headless corpse.
It lights up far better than the torch that's been lost. Admittedly, the torch didn't flail like that, but you win some, you lose some. ]
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She pulled fire from nowhere. She pulled fire from nowhere and the creature had caught fire like he was built for it. D'Artagnan blinks, and pulls his pistol from his belt. ]
Get down!
[ He fires, sending a shot into the burning creature's stomach. The force of the hit sends it stumbling back, toppling into the other encroachers behind it, and spreading the fire to several of them. Disbelieving, he looks at Hawke. ]
I don't know how you did that, but do it again.
Please.
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Can you possibly not shoot that thing off in a small space?! [ Hawke knows how much getting shot sucks, all right. It sucks a lot. ] Or am I the only one who thinks that's a bad idea?!
[ Anyone? Anyone else? Just her, considering the only other speaking part down here belongs to Mr. I Have The Gun. Well, regardless of that, she'll at least honor his latest request. She springs back up and this time the amount of fire she calls around herself is far more than the last time. The second fireball is bigger and, when she directs it with a flick of her staff, it slams into the nearest body stumbling over the already fallen one and blasts apart from there, spreading some, though not quite enough for the rest.
It is damp down here. ]
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What would you rather I do with it? Just keep - [ What do we call that thing she's doing? ] - magicking!
[ Nailed it.
She sends even stronger fire at them, though, and the glow from it lights up the whole tunnel. In the blaze, d'Artagnan finally spots the torch he'd dropped - which, sadly, had gone out in the water. He dives and rolls, snatching it up and submersing it in Hawke's fire. That's enough to get the kindling burning again, and he drops his gun in favour of his sword again. Time for a return to Plan A.
He hacks at those that remain, beating them back with the sword and setting the torch to everything that moves. At least they won't take him by surprise this time. ]
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[ But also if he doesn't. Once d'Artagnan begins slashing and stabbing again, however, Hawke reels back whatever bigger spells she may have continued on with. He's in the way and she isn't at all inclined to cause him harm, even if only accidental. Instead, she pulls something a little less overtly destructive from her repertoire, drawing the power stored away in her staff and, with more or less a snap, sharing it.
d'Artagnan strikes and, when he does, he'll find his sword dancing with arcs of lightning, though only damaging his undead foes. It isn't as effective as fire, but magic is magic, and it cows them all the better.
Just try not to drop that, buddy, it's still pretty damp around here. ]
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Right now, he doesn't really care how impossible any of this is. He just works with it and starts fighting back. He manages slash after slash, and eventually gets used to the way the lightning arcs. Then he starts to use it, aiming it at the ones that get closer. It catches a few of them just right, setting the tatters of their clothes on fire. ]
It's working! [ Of course it's working. God, how did she do that?! ] Here, catch them!
[ He swings around, using the arc of lightning to fend off their grabbing attacks and turn a crowd of them into Hawke's path. He's on the other side of them now, no longer in the way of her spells. Maybe together they can turn the tide. ]
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[ d'Artagnan, you are an awful tank. Don't let the monsters loose on the mage! Though they do seem to be preoccupied with him, especially now that his sword is momentarily enchanted. A few still stagger her way, however, having locked onto the real source of the magic.
Chaining anything with lightning on a larger scale is out, large amounts of fire again might actually catch d'Artagnan this time, so that' leaves... Hawke turns towards the wall, reaching out as if to grasp at it, even from a distance. She pulls her hand back again, a ripping motion, and the wall cracks, a chunk of stone dragged out and, with one final direction, sent hurtling towards the crowd. It hits the one at the head of the charge towards her, throwing it back into the next, which throws that one back into the one after.
It's like bowling! With zombies! ]
...I really hope that didn't need to stay intact.
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[ D'Artagnan shouts back, since that's what he thought she could do. He can barely get a good fix on her like this, though. The zombies are in the way, and they're preoccupying him, what with all their continual attempts to eat him. He slashes back and forth with his sword, setting more and more of them alight. And apparently still being the only one who's doing that. ]
Hawke!
[ And then there's a crack. The kind of crack you never want to hear when you're anywhere underground, and it's right beside him. D'Artagnan looks up in horror, only to see Hawke clawing out chunks of stone to hit back their attackers. ]
Dear God.
[ It seems to distract what remains of the horde, getting them focused on Hawke. D'Artagnan attacks with his sword, setting the injured ones on fire. He has a hunch that they may have a new problem now. ]
You can't just tear pieces out, what if it collapses? While we're in it?!
[ Priorities. They can crush their enemies to death all they like, so long as they aren't caught up in it with them. ]
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[ She isn't going to collapse the place on them! Hopefully! She's pretty sure, anyway! ]
But if you want fire, then you'd better watch yourself! It won't be my fault if you catch alight the same as them!
[ And, true to her word, the next spell she tosses out is yet more fire, dropping fire right at the center of the crowd and releasing it, letting it blow outward to lick at all the undead they're facing. Legs catch flame, clothing, anything else even remotely flammable. It is getting a little smokey in here, with all of that. ]
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The numbers start to fall. It feels like it's working, and then he realises that it's about as hard to see as it is to breathe. Coughing, he works his way back towards Hawke. ]
We need to go!