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"Flee somewhere. I will keep whatever it is distracted."

The masked figure faces back towards his cloud of gas, keenly watching through the enhanced lenses of his gasmask, which allowed him to see past it. He unslinged his AK47, resting it calmly in his hands, fitting like a glove.

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Nader turned from alarm and instinctive aggression to yet more deep confusion as the spearman kind of just... shattered his spear out of existence, and even more noticeably, the little girl (uh, Lucine) abruptly... had her magical flying thing transform into hand cannons, and also she let out a flashing light and suddenly was wearing a fancy dress... and talking in a monotone... and also something about combat protocols apparently? "Wh-- nuh-- no, fuck it, okay."

 

Though his confusion had lessened his alarm, that's why he had to snap himself out of it -- it wouldn't do to be anything less than on his highest guard when there was something like the thing that grabbed that poor bastard with its hook out there, and accordingly Nader kind of just aimed all his guns in that general direction, backing away. When the masked gas man (mentally, Nader made a note to work a gas filter into his own mask) suggested his plan, Nader didn't even stop and question it. "Okay, sounds like a plan! I can't move very fast in my Rabid Tiger Armor, so I guess I'll keep up the rear of the group. Come on!" He began to move in the opposite direction of where their enemy presumably was, moving as fast as he could sideways (he had guns to point and people to watch, after all) while in his armor (an okay pace at the very best), and gestured for the others to follow and pass him.

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The towering figure towards the edge of the group put his hand to the hilt of his blade, as the plans were made. He had said nothing thus far, nor done much of anything, really, to even give away his presence, had one not been idly looking around already and simply caught him there... watching. Despite the sweltering heat, he somehow didn't seem that bothered, moving as swiftly and comfortably in his armor as one might expect from a large man wearing full plate. His attention turned to the man with the strange, otherworldly mask who had spawned the poison cloud, as black Damasc steel slid from his scabbard. 

       "Allow me to aid you then," his voice, a graveled tone mixed with a strange accent of an unknown land, emanated from with an echoing hail from the slit in his spiked helm "whatever it is, there is likely to be greater safety in numbers."

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"Look, the guy after me and the rest of us calls himself Roadhog.  He was the most dangerous serial killer in Australia before some lunatic decided to infuse him with the power of the strongest demigod of all.  No, not Herakles.  That guy has better PR, but Maui would take him to the cleaners," The man hastily explains, "I'm Overwatch Agent Vitor; we have a safe house a few miles to the west.  Roadhog isn't exactly fast, and he didn't bring any cannon fodder with him this time, but the guy could laugh off bullets before he got magic and he's got a shotgun that can tear through steel plate.  I stabbed him through the heart, and he barely even flinched.  Unless you've got something deadlier than impalement through the heart, I don't think this is a fight we can win directly.  We need to fall back and figure out how to cut off his supply of mana.  He's no mage, and unless someone dropped the ball in a major way there's no Holy Grail War happening around here, so he's got to be getting power from somewhere."

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While many of the terms bandied about were entirely unfamiliar to Ena, a few quick calculations made something apparent. "That does not sound possible. That is good for me, as my specialty is making the impossible impossible. I will follow your orders for now though. It would be imprudent to charge in without planning and intel, regardless of how effective my capabilities are." Ena set herself to follow Vitor at a precisely regulated distance, head pivoting at steady intervals to look around.

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Originally, Freya had a good feeling. They were being sent here as reinforcements, and while the odds seemed  stacked against them, she had a feeling they would be able to win against whoever was chasing Vitor if they tried. But, as Vitor explained this 'Roadhog', her face visibly paled, nearly being a complete opposite color of her black clothing. She didn't precisely understand what this entire "'Holy Grail War', but the simple fact that this guy was able survive getting stabbed trough the heart (which NO ONE should be able to shrug off), having one of those sweet guns, and having mana on top of all that made her opinion on the matter changed entirely.

 

"Alright, I am personally on board the 'get-the-hell-out-of-here' carriage. Right now, preferably" Freya stated, inching closer to Nader, with a body stance that practically yelled "I'm going to bolt at the slightest opportunity".

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"Um, I'm Lucine Nadine. Please don't threaten to stab me again." She followed after the man, listening to his explanation on the way. The girl seemed somewhat nervous and hesitant for someone wielding two hand cannons that were nearly the size of her arms. She tried to think of the magical power sources she knew of. He wasn't a mage, and it didn't sound like he always had magic, so he wasn't like her either. Nadine supposed he could have some sort of Mystic Code that either stored power or let him tap leylines directly. Nadine pushed her hair back as she spoke. "I could try to help figure out where his mana is coming from."

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Aquila wasn't very impressed. He fought people that could take on rabble like this one all the time. He didn't feel very dead either. Chances were this guy was just scared.

"I'm not scared of someone who got famous for murdering people when they weren't expecting it, supposed demi-god or no. Let's just kill him and find out what's so important that he's out here in this shit hole."

Aquila could imagine it already, perhaps there's a stash of steel nearby! Oh, that would be so nice to have for making the place not as bad. Money talks and all that.

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The Terror Knight turned to the crusader "I am inclined to agree with the first part. Rats who lurk in the gutter, only to emerge and kill before slinking back into it's safety of it's shade, seldom know anything of open combat. But this man sounds too similiar to certain... beings from my home. Beings people foolishly compare me to, because they've studied nothing of the old days, and know naught their true might. Let us not forget either, we are strangers in this... realm, barely just arrived. We have no bearings, and no whispers of what our foe is capable of besides what this footman here has provided. An army that marches blind falls like a house build on a foundation of sand; it would be wise we beat a tactical retreat, and learn more of this... how did you say- "Roadhog?" -before we contemplate how best to gut him like the mad pig he likely is."

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Sha'Tith was honestly(and unpleasantly) surprised to see yet another Skyfaller here, he twisted his long neck towards the direction of the Terror Knight and Crusader and let a puff of greyish smoke out from his nostrils before speaking generally aloud, not caring who within the group heard.

"This is why even between you Skyfallers and the Red Plane, my homeland will never fall.  You're to busy fighting yourselves."

As he spoke he rose back up to his previous height of over seven feet, still partially hunched.

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Aquila turns to the Terror knight and after a few moments nods. Then he looks to Sha'Tith and shrugs.

"So you're saying that your homeland's enemies have to beat themselves up for you to have a chance? That's sad, my homeland fights their enemies at full strength. And both of them at the same time."

One gets the feeling that Aquila is smirking.

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As Aquila speaks Sha'Tith clearly and openly grows in anger until when Aquila finishes smoke is practically billowing from his nostrils and the side of his mouth.  He turned his head slightly and spat out a glob of thick, blackish, flaming liquid that smelled of burning bile, it smoked profusely and rapidly burned itself out.

Sha'Tith took a single step towards the Aquila, and as he did so he straitened his legs, back, and neck, raising to a height of easily nine feet, his long lizard's tail still trailing the ground as he loomed, looking down at Aquila.  From this close in the day light Aquila would likely see several things that would have easily been missed in DR. DOOM'S hall, noteworthy among them were a long stringed instrument strapped to the Lizard's back along with a metal tube of some sort, very small green-ish fungi growing from in-between some of his scales, and a thick belt woven of sharp barbed wire that seemed to cause no hindrance to his movement, pressing against the scales of his waist.

 

"You insult my home and my name, do you expect me to cower in the den like a hatchling!?"

Aquila would feel a hot acrid breath as the lizardman practically hissed this at him.

"No.  I will defend my honor, and if you are a warrior of such pride and skill you will meet me in a stone circle in a duel of flesh on the next sun's rise to defend yours."

He slowly pulled his head back some and gave what could only be described as a lizard's smirk before speaking on a lower tone.

"Unless you would admit cowardice now.  I would not blame you, I've yet to find a significant spine in any of the Skyfallers I've killed."

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"It sounds like we should get moving. I don't like the Idea of fighting this guy without a plan if he's as scary as you say. But first, is there anyone in town who might be in danger? if so we need to pick them up as we go." 

 

"Agreed, we should move, now."


 Anddd now people where challenging each other to honor duels. leo turns to face them.

"worry about your honor later! we have a mission to complete and we cant complete if we're dead!

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Aquila does something that is most likely unexpected to Sha'Tith. He gets up in his face, arms outstretched. The others looking at them would note that he was on his tip toes to do it. But still he gets up in the lizards face as best he can.

"I accept your challenge. No tricks, no weapons, no armor, at the dawn of tomorrow then?"

There's not an ounce of fear in Aquila's voice. He's been in plenty of duels before (though usually he had weapons and armor) and just because his opponent was bigger, and probably tougher, and... it suddenly occurs to Aquila that this may have been a mistake. Oh well, to late now.

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Nader had been understanding enough about retreating even before Vitor further explained, but once the Overwatch agent did in fact explain what they were up against, one line stuck out rather prominently and rather horrifyingly to the armored man. "...but the guy could laugh off bullets before he got magic and he's got a shotgun that can tear through steel plate..." Vitor had said. Nader looked down at his guns, which were his primary, secondary, and tertiary means of attack and his security, "...oh shit..." Then he looked downwards at his armor, which was his other big piece of security... and made of manganese-steel plate. "OH SHIT!"

 

Nader abandoned his sideways gait, now fully in the direction of running, furiously gesturing for the others to follow him, shouting. "WE ALL NEED TO MOVE! If this man blows through steel plate and ignores plating, he is a BIG DEAL and you are NOT gonna take him down just by talking confidently about him because Allah save, he's practically a damn tank!" Upon looking and seeing that not everyone was following, he saw the two talking about duels. They were already being talked at, but Nader found this to be a rather pressing matter, turning in their direction, stopping for just a second, and shouting at them as loud as he could. "COME THE FUCK ON! IF YOU KEEP STANDING THERE, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE! MOVE!" Then he got back to running as well.

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For a split of a second Aquila might have noticed what could be described as hesitation, it was fleeting, and quickly replaced by a steel like glare.

Sha'Tith nodded slowly, and took a step away.

"You may bring your metal hands if you wish."

He is then distracted by the Landburner shouting something at them and turns to see what they want.  He made some sort of incoherent half-growl half-hiss noise and turned back to Aquila.

"We should make haste, least we don't survive to settle this dispute."

With that he begins taking long strides in the direction the rest of the party is heading in.

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The hook came crashing through the ramshackle house's windows, before latching onto the windowsill.  "Manaiakalani!" A deep, rumbling, slightly muffled voice shouted, and the entire house went flying off its foundations to crash behind a towering figure who slowly advanced toward the group.  "Found you."

 

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Encounter:  Survive the Hog

Roadhog is coming for you.  Fortunately, the effective range of Roadhog's hook is only three blocks; farther than that, you can dodge it with relative ease.  By spending an action, you can run 1 block.  Get all three blocks away, and you're relatively safe, though you can still use ranged actions to help your allies.  Roadhog is fat and lazy, and will not move fast enough to catch up.

 

Try not to die!

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ohfuckwhatdidhejusttearthathouseoffitsfoundationinoneattack?!

"MOVE! DO NOT MAKE PHYSICAL ATTACKS! IM GOING TO USE ICE FIRE! FROSTBRUTE! LIGHT EM UP!" 

 

Leo Runs away.
Frostbrute uses Ice fire stream on Roadhog.

 

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As Roadhog appears Sha'Tith deeply inhales and slings his ukulele to in front of himself.  Then even as he walks away he spews forth a gout of stinking fire from his mouth and strums his instrument sending arcs of electricity down range.

Main action: Sha'Tith runs, activates Barbed Wire dealing 1d2 Pure damage to Roadhog.

FREE action: Flame breath on Roadhog, dealing 2d6+3 fire damage, activates Ukulele dealing 3d6 electrical damage.

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Twinges of doubt about fleeing were quickly suppressed by the arrival of this thing. Ena stared for a moment, then beat a hasty retreat, following the advice of the one who seemed to know the world best.

Ena Flees.

 

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((so uh... I couldn't say anything on the discord when all this went up because, you know.... I was kinda doing this nice thing humans do called sleeping, but Stellio is actually supposed to have a minimum of 2 moves. And yes, it's mentioned in the master sheet))

 

"Well, no better time to start that tactical retreat then now, now is there? The rest of you make sure to keep your paces ahead of me, I will do what I can to slow him down..." And with that said, a strange, coelescing energy began to filter in between the knight's gauntleted hands and flow up his arms into his entire metal clad body, as he began to take his own advice and put some distance in between himself and the figure in the distance who that he could see, was quite indeed some bizarre cross of man and pig....

 

Stellio runs away

Stellio runs away again

 

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Freya had paled when she heard what Roadhog was like. But seeing that... thing  in person caused her face to become pure white as she quickly turns and begins to sprint, keeping a hand on her hat as she ran to keep it from flying off. However, as she does, she drags her staff along the ground, leaving a trail of black behind her. Soon enough, she lifted her staff, which caused the ground that she had messed with to rumble a bit, before breaking open as men, no, zombies made of the very earth, eye sockets glowing with a misty purple light, with rocks and roots poking out of them, began to claw their way up, moaning silently as all 27 of them converged onto Roadhog.

 

Freya begins to run, not really making it far but making sure to distract Mr. Roadhog with her Natural Requiem.

 

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