Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Oct 30, 2017 20:35:12 GMT
The rolling hills of Ireland used to all be green according to the history books. Here they were black, the scorched rubble of buildings and roasted earth the exact same tone. It was under one of these buildings that two knights and a paladin guarded a cameraman and a merchant of antique knickknacks. "So I came down here thinking this was a fallout shelter, they're from before World War 3 when everybody was afraid of bombs from the sky, looking for some old cans. They have labels people like you know. Chef Boyardee is really popular especially, everybody loves that guy. And then I find this." The grubby man gestured to the huge double doors recently cleared of rubble by something on the inside. Stairs went steeply down behind them, each step creeping deeper into darkness until not a bit of stone was visible.
"And that's when you found something strange, right mister Turner?" The purple-headed corrigan reporter peeped.
"Yes! Looked like humans were walking around down here and I spooked them back into the hole!"
"A truly shocking discovery! Could this shatter our conceptions of Ireland as uninhabited? Sir Pendragon, Sir Cadwell, what are your thoughts?"
Leslie knew she wasn't going to be asked her opinion and that was fine. She wouldn't sugarcoat that it was obviously just other scummy scavengers digging around in the old bomb shelters just like mister Turner had been and calling them in was a complete waste of time. Still, she appreciated her company. A paladin and Alan fucking Cadwell. A pettier woman would be annoyed that two people so much younger than her had managed so much better than her, but Leslie was just honored to be included among them at all.
Leslie took the opportunity with the camera off her to buff her helmet, a full helm with large eye sockets and lines cut into the bottom of its faceplate giving it a cranial appearance. It was awkward with her massive longsword in hand, but she wanted to look good for her superiors. Pendragon reported directly back to the king, for god's sake! If the king thought this mission was important enough for a paladin, she would do her best as a knight to live up to the king.
Ears unimpeded by her helmet, Leslie heard something, like a foot on hard stone. It was gone before she could pinpoint it and she looked around, trying to spot the source. There shouldn't be even more assholes on Ireland. It was a no man's land. Off limits without express permission of the king. Turner was only off the hook because the government took interest in something he found. Whoever this was was going to be in some deep shit.
Prophet_of_Plague , Xun Yuhao walked along various tunnels as he explored the area. His eyes giving off a light blue aura as he focused Stellar Qi into his eyes to allow for him to see in the dark. So far he was unable to find anything of interest and almost felt like he was walking in circles till now. He was currently using the void step to walk on the time warn floors and as a side effect he was currently making no sounds as he walked. Eventually he started to hear some noise. At first it was footsteps and eventually as he go closer he could make out a conversation. Accidentally as he approached he let his void step slip for a single step as he was slightly excited that he might be finding something. Confidently and excitedly he rounded the corner that he heard the voices coming from and was greeted to the sight of several people with some of them carrying weapons. He approached them with a big smile on his face with his hands in clear sight and away from his sword. "Hello brothers, sisters, and uncles. My name is Xun Yuhao may I know your names?" He greeted as friendly as possible as his eyes still emitted the light blue glow as he watched them for any hostile actions.
Alan Caldwell shrugs his shoulders at the question. “Not sure, but we’re going to find out,” he answered bluntly. In the meantime, the knight pulls a small parchment and quill, and begins to take notes on their current situation. As he scribbles, in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He had hope that this exploration would be a tale worth telling at the table with his closest companions, but so far this as ended up being a more tedious task than scrubbing pans when he was a recruit. However he immediately stops writing as he hears an unfamiliar voice call from behind him.
He turns his gaze away from his report and towards the oddly dress stranger approaching them with glowing blue eyes. The man didn't appear to be hostile, but Alan never judged appearances at face-value. Before addressing the man, he turns to his superior officer and asks with a gradually raising eyebrow, "Paladin Pendragon, your orders?"
Alice looked into the rubble, wondering how could anything survive around this area. the barren land reminded her of the battlefield and the demons, something she did not find amusing.
however, her train of thought was immediately stopped by a presence.
a foreign man with long hair appeared and greeted the group.
as much as that man tried to minimize his stance it was quite clear he was far from ordinary, everything about his physique and aura indicated he was strong.
reacting to Cadwell's request, Alice addressed the man while gripping her sword tightly.
"I am Alice Pendragon of Wessex...more important than our names I must ask: What is a man like you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? your name suggests you are from a faraway land is that correct?"
Alice gestured Cadwell and Leslie to be on their guard, as she didn't know what this man's true intentions were.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 2, 2017 6:23:57 GMT
Lindsey tipped her helmet onto her head when Xun stepped from the dark tunnel down into the basement of this ancient building. It settled in with a hum, locking in to guard her head. She didn't lift her sword at the intruder, but she stared warily through her helmet at him. The newscaster wasn't annoyed at not getting her question answered satisfactorily. This was a lot more impressive for the people back home.
"A man who appears to be from Asia has appeared! This is not staged, this is live, this is-" She was interrupted when Leslie gave her a push towards the other hallway into this room, the one the Albion citizens had entered through.
"This has just become a matter only for the military. Leave by the path to the surface." Leslie reached for Mr. Turner's arm and steered him towards the exit as well. If this was going to get violent, she would rather it get violent without civilians around.
"I am Leslie Bone of Kent. This is territory under the control of Albion, I hope you know that." Leslie grumbled through her skull mask. This guy was complicating the situation. Even if the rubble was only cleared away by scavengers, now a foreign national was involved.
Her frustration shifted when she heard the same noise that had grabbed her attention earlier. That same tap of shoe on stone. She tilted her head and turned towards the stairs. Were they being spied on?
Yuhao glanced around for a few seconds as if he was filing in all the names into his head for later. "I did not realize I was intruding. As I said my name is Xun Yuhao and I am just a wandering martial artist," he introduced himself while bowing slightly in respect. "Sister I will have to pay this Albion a visit later if it has such strong looking warriors," he joked then suddenly stopped his movements as he heard a footstep close by. "Friend of your?" he asked as his eyes started shining brighter and he quickly placed his hand on the hilt of his blade while taking a defensive stance ready to draw his sword at a moments notice.
Alan begin to slowly back away from Alice as her runes begin to shine. If she is planning to smite this foe, it would be best to be out of the range of her attack. He puts his report and writing utensil away, and instead places his hands on the hilts of his blades. As he stares towards the direction of the sound his heart beats start to slow down as he takes a moment to mentally prepare himself for a violent confrontation. He looks quickly at Yuhao with a suspicious glance as he asks his question, and replies, "Odd. I was about to ask you the same thing." He then turns back to Alice and with a smile answers, "Always."
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 5, 2017 19:41:35 GMT
Leslie almost smiled at Xun's compliment. She took great pride in her strength, not to mention her country's strength, and being recognized for it was always nice.
"Yes ma'm." Leslie stepped forward to stand beside Xun. She hefted her massive zweihander in preparation, noting the sword at his own hip. Another swordsman. I have to admit, I want to see how he uses it.
There were a few seconds of utter silence before a soft voice came from the stairwell.
"Dammit guys, I told you you were being too loud." It carried an accent Leslie had never heard. It wasn't from anywhere on Britain, she knew that for sure. Could it actually be Irish?
A group of people came from the shadows and Leslie nearly dropped her sword in shock. They mostly resembled humans. All of them were pale, Alice's skin tone or lighter. Some had red hair, some had black. All of them were steroid-level ripped, but on top of that, all were seriously deformed. One had a spine bent so much his chest was practically sideways. Another had arms that appeared to end in stumps, covered up by gauntlets with attached swords. The one in front had a series of bony lumps over his eyes, completely sealing off his vision.
He stood for a while not speaking, seeming instead to listen. Leslie became very aware of the noises in the room. The light clinks of armor, everybody's breaths. She realized this was what he, as a blind person, would notice all the time. It was similar to how her own disability made her notice things others did not. She looked at the other... (monsters? people?) a little closer. What must they notice? The difficulty of opening a door with no hands? The awkwardness of trying to see where you are going?
Finally, he spoke. "We didn't mean to lurk. It's just these folks noticed you weren't Fomorians, and I thought that might spook you a little if you've never seen any. You're really all from the surface."
Leslie picked up on a shock that matched her own. It seemed that whatever was below here didn't know about the surface world any more than the surface world knew about them. She also began to notice marks on the overly exposed bodies of the "Fomorians", as their leader identified them as. They were bruised, with the woman with the missing hands even having dried blood under her nose. The one in front in particular was covered in cuts that appeared to have only recently closed.
"Did you fight each other before coming here?" She made the connection when she saw blood on one of the leader's odd gauntlets. She had thought it was another one of the shiny red stones she had noticed all over them, but realized her mistake soon after.
"Oh, yes. They're a gang who wanted to fight you for your things. I tried to stop them, but I'm afraid I lost. And so I'm sorry, but we're going to take your weapons and armor down to Bunkertown. Without you." He really did sound apologetic in the strange way that suggested he really had no choice in the matter.
He stepped forward and cracked his neck. "So, who here is strongest? I have dibs."
The other members glared at him but seemed to accept. It seemed that even if they collectively beat him, he was stronger than them individually. It was a baffling social structure it seemed. Some sort of warped version of survival of the fittest. Leslie didn't step forward to claim she was the strongest. She knew full well that she wasn't. The question was who was.
She had heard great things about both her fellow countrymen, and even though Sir Pendragon was a Paladin, a whole rank above with her own special armor and everything, Sir Cadwell was blessed by a dragon and that had to count for something. And this stranger was a complete wildcard. She shuddered at the thought of him being better than either of her people and cast it from her mind. Impossible.
Huh? Alice wondered if the creature was truly stupid, or if it had a death wish. She almost wanted to cleave him in two right there, but She would not entertain his challenge, paladdins were instruments of god on earth, not pest control. 3 knights are strong enough to take down a Demon overlord, some common thug wouldnt intimidate her.
"In the name of Arthur Pendragon, first of his name, king of Albion and knight of the round table, i sentence you to die. May the Will of the lord be done."
Alice turned around as if they were already dead.
She looked at Leslie straight in the eye, she had great expectations of her.
"See to it that one is left alive, Dame Leslie, we are going to need the Intel"
Yuhao looked at the deformed and injured beings in front of him. They challenged them to fight with one who he imagined to be the leader calling out for the strongest. While he wasn't sure out of the group he was currently in who was the strongest though he knew he wasn't what could be considered weak. He stepped forward proudly ignoring the others in hi group and drew his sword casually as the edge gained a pale blue light. "I accept your challenge," he stated as he spun it around in his hand then pointed it at the leader. He grinned then sprang forward aiming at the neck of the leader as he honestly felt sorry for them from their look and wanted to end things quickly to put them out of their misery. Just as he was about to attack he laughed and using the lightest of steps he bounced off the floor then did a backflip as he shot off a Stellar Slash straight at his the leader's face then launched himself forward aiming the point at his heart.
Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 11, 2017 22:18:24 GMT
Alan watches Yuhao carefully and studies the stranger's movements. As the man laughs and jumps away, the knight quickly steps forward and aggressively launches the leader of the deformed folk away from the incoming energy slash with a forceful, but painless, push kick; while simultaneously pulling out his blade to intercept the follow up strike towards his heart. As Alan parries the blow, he holds his sword to his side and addresses the man,
"Do you know why God has given us two ears, and only one mouth, Yahao? It is so we ought to listen twice as much as we speak. However, it's a shame you hadn't spoken sooner, otherwise this may have been your opponent-" He points towards the leader of the disfigured people with the thumb of his free hand. "Sir Pendragon has already determine our champion. As a fellow warrior, I ask you honor her decision."
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 12, 2017 1:56:42 GMT
The blind Fomorian raised his arm to block the swing her heard rushing through the air. Alan might as well have tried to push a brick wall, but the blind fight cocked his head when he heard the slash being blocked by a sword blade. He frowned and dropped his fist.
"Oh, come on. Do you guys need a moment?" He gracefully stepped back to let them speak.
On the other side of the room, Leslie looked at Alice with wide eyes.
"...yes, sir!" Leslie couldn't possibly be the strongest here. Was Alice being overconfident? She couldn't be. She must just have that much faith in a lowly knight.
Leslie walked forward, past Alan and Yuhao. The leader's head turned at her approach.
"Are you a Fomorian of the surface?" He turned his head to her false leg.
"What? No. There aren't any of you up there. How could you tell..."
"I heard your steps. Just slightly uneven."
"Real cute. Yes, I have a prosthetic. Have ever since I was a baby. It sometimes happens even with humans."
"Well, I accept you as my opponent! Fight me, human who is like us!" The Fomorian leader instantly threw a punch and they were locked in combat. The others flowed around them to fight the other surface dwellers.
The one with the twisted torso scuttled towards Alice. He paused to bow to her, then drew a silver rapier. With shocking speed, he rushed forwards, sending a flurry of stabs at her head, all just short enough to inflict non lethal surface blows. To Alan, the woman with the missing hands charged. She raised her gauntlets, tipped with long swords, and slashed one downwards at his elbow joint before swinging the flat of her blade towards his neck. The third moved on overly stumpy legs to Yuhao, entire body covered by a tower shield painted with a hideous, glowering eye that repulsed the gaze. From behind her shield she stabbed out at him with a fearsomely long spear, trying to keep him at a distance.
Alice noticed a tad too late that the magnetic field of her armor wouldn't stop a silver rapier, the blade managed to cut her a little in the cheek as she got caught by surprise.
she jumped back far more than what was necessary to dodge the attack, her whole princess-like appearance was ruined.
"who the fuck uses silver for weapons?!...FINE THEN, I guess you deserve a reward":
she drew her blade and a pillar of flames engulfed her entirely, she began walking towards the Fomorian, but you wouldn't be able to tell, as the flames were too strong to even show her form.
"from this point on, that weapon will do you no good."
alice began stepping up the pace, she rushed the creature and as she extended her arm flames began coming out of her gauntlet just like a flamethrower. the flames were aimed right at the weapon arm of the creature.
Yuhao stuck his tongue out at Alan while mentally fuming that his attack was stopped. He eventually stopped his pouting sessions when the fight against the female Fomorian started. Due to his unfocused state he was barely able too dodge the spear though it did cut his cheek. He placed his hand on the cut and a pale blue light surrounded his hand and the cut vanished after a few seconds. Once the wound was healed the light faded and Yuhao turned his attention to his adversary. "Sister I would like to mention if you weren't deformed and trying to kill me I would invite you to a drink," Yuhao joked then suddenly a ball of yellow energy the size of a baseball appeared next to him then after a single finger movement charged at the center of the shield. He then flipped over her and aimed the handle of his sword at the base of her neck in a attempt to knock her out. Not paying attention to if the blow landed or not he spun around and aimed a kick at the center of her spine. He decided that since his opponent was a woman even if a deformed one that he wouldn't kill her and would only incapacitate her after which he would wait to ask questions.
"Finally, some battle," proclaim the knight in relief, before acting disappointed by his opponent. "Handless woman . . . do you realize what kinda predicament you have just place me in? I won't be able to share this tale with the fellows back home without dealing with their mockery." Alan takes a quick step back as the woman swings her gauntlets down at him, barely missing his elbow by an inch, before he proceeds to drop down and spins around with both blades aiming to remove her front leg just as her blade shaves off a few hairs of his head.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 30, 2017 6:25:53 GMT
The rapier wielding Fomorian grew a smile on his thin lips when he landed a hit. "First blood." He flicked his blade to clean it of blood. His sword was pulled back into a defensive position when Alice lit up the entire chamber with her flaming body. He began to silently backstep, enough to let him react when her flames came rushing. He hopped to the side and the flames only scraped his bare arms. He was left with singed hairs and a burn across his arm, but the damage was mitigated.
He swung his arm back and forth as if testing its continued functionality. Apparently he was satisfied as he approached Alice again. He stayed just out of his range, pacing for an opening. Nothing could be seen through the searing flames, not even the outline of her face. But now he had gauged its depth. His rapier lashed out again, tip descending into the column to strike before he did his rapid backsteps away. He would repeat the tactic, diving in to attack then slipping away over and over until Alice struck back.
"Oh, you can heal?" The Fomorian's voice was slightly muffled behind the spear wielding Fomorian's helmet. "That's great! I don't have to go easy on you!" Her extra low center of gravity kept her on her feet when she blocked the energy ball, even when she slid backwards. With her helmet, she couldn't look up to see his attack from above, but she reacted with the skill of an experienced warrior.
The back end of her spear, tipped with a spearhead like the other end, whipped upwards and swatted the sword aside. His kick, however, caught her squarely in the spine, shoving her forward and drawing a grunt from her lungs. With her massive shield, she didn't bother with any armor on her torso, just a sports bra. The blow clearly stung.
"No great loss. I'll buy as much booze as I like when I sell your sword." She backed into the wall, preventing Yuhao from jumping over her again. Her shield covered pretty much everything besides her attacking arm, and with the reach of her spear, it would be a puzzle to close the distance.
Alan's opponent sprang lightly off the ground, letting the blades slip beneath her. "Hey, fuck you! I'm strong! I'm stronger than anybody here! I have the greatest loss and the greatest gains!" Her eye twitched and her busted nostrils flared. She stomped at his face below her with a tough leather boot. If it connected, Alan would find that her arms weren't the only deadly limbs she possessed.
Leslie swung her giant blade like it was a toy, wheeling it around with ease. The blind man just as easily moved to block it and it slammed into his gauntlets, pushing him but causing him no harm. There was a strange hissing noise under the clang of metal on metal and her blade gained a red shine.
"You're good." She calmly remarked and pulled it away to whip it around even faster from the other side. This time he wasn't quite quick enough and it met his torso, but instead of ripping him in half like the paper his skin tone matched, it just left a long cut across his stomach. Deep and painful looking, but extremely nonlethal. "As are you." He said back, smacking her blade's tip down and rushing at her.
Leslie was instantly forced on the defensive, backing away and blocking a flurry of punches with the flat of her blade. She only now noticed the red sheen on her sword that was getting more noticeable with each strike. What was that? She began to realize when the weapon nearly slipped from her grip. She grabbed the base of the blade to get better control, but it was still like it was lathered up with soap. His strategy was now clear, but how to avoid it? He was still attacking. She blocked another punch and it felt like she was holding onto a wiggling fish. Only one solution.
She threw the weapon at his head. A quizzical expression crossed his face just a second before the flat of the blade smacked him across the mouth and Leslie soon followed, tackling him to the floor. Before he realized what had happened, she was going to work with her clawed gauntlets, leaving long scratches down his face and making one ear a ragged bunch of scraps.
"Yes, yes! This is what I hoped for!" He finally landed a punch on her and she felt it right through his armor. In her training, she had learned how to dissipate force through her armor. She remembered a lot of bad night's sleep from how badly bruised she would get. This reminded her of that. The punch was like a mace strike. The force dented her stomach through full plate, mail, and padding underneath. No wonder the crazy guy fought without a weapon. His fists were like hammers. She had to smile under her helmet. Smacking down criminals was much more interesting when they had real skills. It proved her dedication to overcome real adversity!
Yuhao grinned in excitement as the battle hadn't ended after his first assault. "I'm sorry we can't play some more sister however I feel like this is as far as you go," he declared then summoned three stars that floated around him. He gave them a glance then they flew after the Formorian attacking her left, right, and head. If she was able to take those attacks then she might be worthy of him getting serious if not well he should be able to heal her enough to save her life. While the stars attacked he began to prepare himself for the next strike if he would need to use it or not. He summoned a Stellar Field around himself then placed his sword in front of him in a offensive stance while he waited to see how his attack would go.
as much as Alice wanted to, she couldn't draw her weapon, if she did the risk of friendly fire was unavoidable, and while she did not care for the Fomorians nor the foreigner, two of her companions were there.
Alice met the rapier with her gauntlet, and tried to grab it by the forte. the flames ceased as they all went back into the armor.
her armor was now completely different, a helmet formed out of the runes in the armor, giving her the look of a demon and the armor had now a crimson tint from head to toe.
"weapon breaking is my specialty you know? liquid silver cant hold an edge. you might be stronger, but I think I have you beat on speed"
Alice began cranking up even further the temperature of her armor, no fire came out and no warmth could be felt from her armor, but if it were to be touched, it could certainly melt steel. the runes began to glow in a bluish color.
if the Fomorian were to back up the blade would end up bending in an unusable manner and if he stayed, the entire thing would turn into mush.
"dont worry, you dont have to fight any longer, let me give you the embrace of death..."
Alan tries his best to evade his opponent's incoming blow, but quickly receives a stomp kick to the face. For a moment it appears as if the world suddenly vanishes around him for a split second. As his head hits the ground, he could suddenly see again, although now his vision is incredibly blurry. "Fair enough, I'll consider you my equal from this point on." he said as he gets back to his feet and wipes blood off his mouth. "I hope you don't regret this, miss . . ." For a moment Alan appears frozen, "Sorry, that blow may have been harder than I thought. What was your name again?"