Fantasy Unearthly: The Next War

[TheGentlemanlyOwl]

Decurion

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His sword went jud-ud-UD as some of the remaining soundwaves traveled down the blade. For a moment, everything vibrated-





Then there was only sweet silence.


Well, almost. The sound of nothing was immediately followed by the moans and groans of what was left of the crowd. Decurion had absorbed most of the damaging noise, but some of them had either been too close or had been unfortunate enough to hear the amplified version leaking out of Decurion's armor. There was much writhing and clutching of the ears. It was like the time Sgt. Whale had tried to encourage the troops by singing.


"Looks like we need more medics."


While the ones still upright staggered over to the Federation for medical help, Decurion looked down at the poor bastard skewered at the end of his sword. There was a slightly soggy thump as he slid off the tip and hit the ground. He was a mess. Decurion watched with something like fascination and pity in his glowing eyes as the wretched man writhed and scratched at his head, his throat, his arms.


Did he want to live? Did he want to die?


That was one of the reasons why the Undead were considered damned, he mused. You can't even show mercy with a sharp knife.


Finally, the man stopped twitching... But something else rose up from his remains. Decurion frowned. Automatically, he gripped his sword tighter, when the banshee asked him a question.


"Who do you fight for?"


He blinked. Wasn't it obvious?


"I fight for myself. I fight for my friends."


What he didn't say was-


I fight because some stupid bastards think that war can be an answer to anything. I fight because some other stupid bastards think glory is real. I fight, because millions will die doing what they'd rather not do. What they don't HAVE to do.


I fight because life is good and those people should be enjoying it.


He nodded towards the remains of the soldier's corpse and attempted to start a conversation. "Look, if it makes you feel better I'll make sure you have a decent burial..." He looked at the banshee. "But we'll have to cremate you. There's not a lot of room, see."

 

[Nicholas de Levive]

Michael de Levive

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"We need to tell the others that the experiment was a success. Get to it men, start loading the Golems on the ships." The project was done in a week. Although it was rushed, it became easy after Nick gave us some soul stones which helped regulate the Arcana flow to the heart, and believe me it was hard as hell. The Arcana either ran out or it was too much and the Golems popped like metal bubbles.

Nicholas de Levive

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Ooh, that was brutal. The screaming stopped but, my god that must hurt. Wait wait, he's getting back up. Oh Christ, i think he absorbed the Banshee.

 

[Dendyne]

Gerald reborn looked out at the soldiers staggering around trying to regain their senses, most of them with bloody discharge running down the sides of their necks. He watched them writhe in their misery and pain, and he realized he felt nothing. No pain, the burning flesh and splitting migraines had slipped away much the way Gerald's mortal coil did but there was more than that. He felt no remorse, no empathy for the men he had maimed even though he was pretty sure he recognized a couple from his days as an Intergrator.


"I fight for myself. I fight for my friends."


How quaint, there's a hero in all of us apparently, the though came unabiding through the membranes of his mind though it felt.. foreign. It wasn't like before that had been distinct, a voice in the darkness screaming through his skull from the moment he rose.


Hero's have a bad habit of not seeing the dagger in his cloak, This was something like OCD but stonger and more subtle.


"Look, if it makes you feel better I'll make sure you have a decent burial..." Decurion turned the white orbs he called eyes towards Gerald . "But we'll have to cremate you. There's not a lot of room, see."


Gerald looked down at his body, spongy, it was bloody, decaying rapidly and had been decorated in an rusty orange liquid he figured had to be puke or worse.


"Do as you like, i'm so much more than a bag of flesh and bones now.."


He drifted up to the knight and when he came within a foot of his visored face he spoke again.


"We all have loved ones in this, but war is what war is and nobody can change that.. The Union will lose and you know it I think."


The words came just as his thoughts had been, free flowing and without a hint of emotion. Maybe that was a condition of the human body he left behind.

 

[Saturnity]

Enya

The next half hour was a quiet one for Enya, since she normally didn't speak much when Avani and Ashok discussed missions. On top of that, her thoughts were awash as she attempted to imagine what a Masquerade would be like. Very rarely she'd seen dances and ceremonies on her journeys before she met Avani and the others, and time didn't allow Avani to show her much how to dance except for certain moments. The concept was foreign to her, but nonetheless she was shaking with excitement as more time passed. Avani had shown Enya the closet with children's garments, which she pored over with glimmering eyes. So many unique and wondrous materials comprised the various outfits as Enya flicked through them. Usually, her own outfits had been picked out for and given to her, but this time she got to choose? She almost couldn't stand it!


Suddenly a glint of silver and red caught her eye. Pausing and retrieving the dress from the cabinet, she smiled widely. The dress was a simple gothic sleeveless with red ruffles that danced to the floor in chaotic, yet wondrous folds. Embroidered around the waist and bust were silver flame accoutrements, designed more for show than support, but accented in perfect harmony the lush crimson fabric. Clipped gently to the waist of the dress were a pair of matching gloves and mask adorned with the same ornate silver plume. A tag on the inside designated the materials and stitching used in the making of the outfit.


"Dre-gon... Spider... S... Sulk?" she read aloud.


She recalled the first dress she received from some halflings she met on the roads. Thy were old and took care of her for a short time, and told her about the Dragon Spider, a massive arachnid with silk as tough as a dragon's hide and impervious to most flames. Her dress had been made of the same material, but Enya could see that the craftsmanship of this one far outclassed her other. There were no visible seams, which was a feat only the most renowned and experienced of tailors could accomplish. However, she would never forsake the dress given to her as a gift, since it was her first time experiencing kindness from another being.


Several minutes after picking her dress, she emerged from a changing room and moved in front of the dressing mirror. The sight almost took her breath away. Enya had never before cared for or desired anything luxurious, since she didn't really understand the meaning of wealth, but such the craftsmanship poured into the dress she now wore was nothing like shed ever seen in her life so far. Her face flushed red, forcing her to pat her cheeks and look away, feeling spoiled. Jumping slightly, she glanced around to find Avani and John, but they'd already left for the portal. Without further hesitation, she left the room in pursuit. Down the hall she discerned them against the swirling light of the portal, obviously waiting for her.


"Ani!" she called with a grin on her face, "Look!"


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(OOC: I'll post for Anexius tomorrow *today* , for now I'm getting some sleep~)

 

[Shadow Dancer]

EnyaThe next half hour was a quiet one for Enya, since she normally didn't speak much when Avani and Ashok discussed missions. On top of that, her thoughts were awash as she attempted to imagine what a Masquerade would be like. Very rarely she'd seen dances and ceremonies on her journeys before she met Avani and the others, and time didn't allow Avani to show her much how to dance except for certain moments. The concept was foreign to her, but nonetheless she was shaking with excitement as more time passed. Avani had shown Enya the closet with children's garments, which she pored over with glimmering eyes. So many unique and wondrous materials comprised the various outfits as Enya flicked through them. Usually, her own outfits had been picked out for and given to her, but this time she got to choose? She almost couldn't stand it!


Suddenly a glint of silver and red caught her eye. Pausing and retrieving the dress from the cabinet, she smiled widely. The dress was a simple gothic sleeveless with red ruffles that danced to the floor in chaotic, yet wondrous folds. Embroidered around the waist and bust were silver flame accoutrements, designed more for show than support, but accented in perfect harmony the lush crimson fabric. Clipped gently to the waist of the dress were a pair of matching gloves and mask adorned with the same ornate silver plume. A tag on the inside designated the materials and stitching used in the making of the outfit.


"Dre-gon... Spider... S... Sulk?" she read aloud.


She recalled the first dress she received from some halflings she met on the roads. Thy were old and took care of her for a short time, and told her about the Dragon Spider, a massive arachnid with silk as tough as a dragon's hide and impervious to most flames. Her dress had been made of the same material, but Enya could see that the craftsmanship of this one far outclassed her other. There were no visible seams, which was a feat only the most renowned and experienced of tailors could accomplish. However, she would never forsake the dress given to her as a gift, since it was her first time experiencing kindness from another being.


Several minutes after picking her dress, she emerged from a changing room and moved in front of the dressing mirror. The sight almost took her breath away. Enya had never before cared for or desired anything luxurious, since she didn't really understand the meaning of wealth, but such the craftsmanship poured into the dress she now wore was nothing like shed ever seen in her life so far. Her face flushed red, forcing her to pat her cheeks and look away, feeling spoiled. Jumping slightly, she glanced around to find Avani and John, but they'd already left for the portal. Without further hesitation, she left the room in pursuit. Down the hall she discerned them against the swirling light of the portal, obviously waiting for her.


"Ani!" she called with a grin on her face, "Look!"


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(OOC: I'll post for Anexius tomorrow *today* , for now I'm getting some sleep~)

I looked at Enya, and smiled at the girls energy, and had to say she did pick something out that looked nice on her in more of a cute fashion, then beautiful like Avani did. I shoved that thought out and remembered I had to be professional and treat this like every other mission and hope that the ancient saying, 'loose lips sink ships' held true.