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Post by Tzeitel Kensington on Dec 23, 2012 22:17:30 GMT -6
On another floating city Tzeitel's ears caught the radio'd news that Nexus went into battle formation and is battling ice beasts from a strange portal, and the Nexus was surprisingly fighting along side the forces of some wolves and felines. Being partially trained for combat and having gear at hand for her air guppy, Tzeitel rushed to the garage and started frantically bolting on the guns to the nose of her one seated air skiff. Once the chore was done Tzeitel jumped onto her air skiff and punched the throttle. the air guppy blasted off through the garage doors and into the open air, she zooms in the direction of the Sanguine Plains, towards the Nexus and towards the fray. Luckily the Sanguine Plains were not too far and Tzeitel found the battle quickly and dove, strafing the ice beasts with the bullets from her mounted guns, being careful to stay out of the way from friendly fire. She banked her air guppy in a sharp u-turn and went to fire at the beasts again, but on her approach one of the beasts with particularly longer legs leaped up and over the range of her guns, landing on top of the air guppy's front, facing Tzeitel nose to nose. Tzeitel had to pull hard on the steering handles to keep the air guppy form being thrust into a nose dive by the landing force of the heavy ice beast which roared an ice cold blast in the silver fox's face and slashed at her with it's long claws. Tzeitel ducked and as she did she gave a quick jerk to her steering handles making the air guppy go into a tight role, flinging off the long legged ice beast who shattered on the unforgiving ground when it hit. As Tzeitel pulled out of the role and looked in front of her again her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as a large icicle flew strait at her, arching over the air guppy's nose and violently embedding itself into her abdomen. The fiery pain of the ice slashing through her flesh was unbearable. Tzeitel doubled over, gasping. The air guppy plunged towards the ground. While sputtering and coughing Tzeitel forced herself to pull her air craft back up. As the air craft made it's upward arch the bottom of the air guppy caught and shattered the head of another ice beast. Another icicle flew her way, this time from the back and gashed her right ear. Tzeitel ignored the ear and tried to refocus her failing vision. She had to get medical help. So she flew towards the closest floating or flying structure, she didn't know if it was a city or an air skiff, and she didn't care. Blood leaked from the corners of her mouth and sprayed her flight instruments each time she coughed. Her eyelids became heavy and her breath labored against the strain of the icicle still sunken in her abdomen. Her dizziness blurred her vision even more and numbed her limbs. Tzeitel watched the surface of the floating structure get closer and closer, then her vision blacked out and the air guppy caught the edge of the floating structure and tumbled, throwing the unconscious Tzeitel onto the unknown floating craft. OOC: I'm leaving the location of Tzeitle's landing as a mystery for the opportunity for anyone IF THEY WANT IT to have her land on the same structure as they are. If no one claims her, I will have her end up on the Nexus and be cared for by the medics there.
PS- since she is unconscious your character is allowed to pick up or drag Tzeitel where ever your character wants to take her. She cannot react to events around her quite yet.
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Post by Victoria Kensington on Dec 23, 2012 23:06:25 GMT -6
Victoria coolly stayed seated in the conference room and calmly watched all of the action through the windows as she dipped her tiny biscuits into her delicate tea cup. As she nibbled the tea soaked cookie with all the daintiness of Nexus, she pondered over the events.
Watching the ice beasts emerge from a mysterious portal, Vunz hurry to his defensive post, Khai use her magic, and the forces of the felines and the wolves join in together was a perplexing chain of events indeed to witness. The red vixen smoothly uncrossed her legs and strode across the empty room to a closer window on her delicate hind paws, while still holding her tea and biscuit, her eyebrows raised in a non interested manner. Since Vunz and the other political leaders that were previously there had all left, Victoria was free to make plans with in the silence of the conference room.
Perhaps she began to think to herself if this skirmish fails, or if more lives are lost than is bearable to the majority of the fox population, then perhaps there could be policy or law passed under the guise of more protection for the foxes, but it will give my fellow leaders ... and I in the end more control and finances to enjoy to myself. She eat the last bite of the cookie and tapped the tea cup with her claw as her scheme brewed. Now I must figure out on how to make that failure possible, or at least making it look like a failure, to encourage the majority of the fox population of vote for the new laws I want to make.
Victoria's thoughts were interrupted by the tea server of the council room entering the door behind her. "My lady, would it not be wise to seek shelter or to help your fellow foxes in battle?"
Victoria slowly turned to face the intruder with an act of petrified fear, placing her front paw just below her neck and widening her eyes while gently quivering her lip. "Oh this battle is just horrible, I can't ever stand the sight of carnage. Before you came I must have been petrified in place, I do not remember the way out." Victoria then placed a quivering paw to her head and acted a bit queasy, dropping her tea cup to shatter on the marble floor for effect. "Please, could you escort me home? I am not feeling myself anymore. Oh those brave warriors, I do hope that none of them will ... will ..." Then she began to shake her knees and act as if she was about to faint.
The tea server rushed to her side, hooked her dainty elbow in his and lead the wobbly footed vixen out of the room and down the hall, back towards the quarters she was staying at.
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Averra Ren
Youngling
[M:150]
Bird Nerd (Played by AverraLikesRamen)
Posts: 41
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Post by Averra Ren on Dec 27, 2012 0:01:01 GMT -6
Averra happened to glance down at her console and noticed that the hail transfer bar had frozen at thirty four percent. Clenching her teeth, the small corsac let out a long, high pitched shriek of frustration, pawing at the screen as she did so. Yanking at a cord tucked under the base of the stand, she flicked out a few gears and wires, then swiftly replaced them with new ones from a nearby box. Peering up at the screen again, she saw that it had blacked out. This time, she gave in to impulses tugging at her vocal cords and threw back her head, screaming. She held the scream for a long time considering her size. The crew carried on with their work. This type of outburst wasn't unusual for their captain.
Finally, Fantine, the quarter master and Averra's best friend, intervened. ''Av, let me do it. I'm better with the gears.'' The corsac's continuous shriek ended pathetically, starting with a lusty howl and petering off to a reedy whine. Panting, she nodded to the gray fox and croaked, ''Thanks.'' As Fan darted to the troublesome console, she added, ''You know that's not good for your voice box. You should consider anger management sessions with that therapist I told you about.'' Slipping off her paw braces and claw extensions, the captain grunted, ''I hate therapists. Always asking me how I feel.''
''You're thinking of that one shrink. But yeah.'' Fantine's voice was muffled by the machinery as she spoke. Averra shrugged, even though the quartermaster couldn't see her. ''Whatever.'' Swift, the hummingbird, snickered quietly. Tugging at a few more bronze wires, Fan resent the captain's message and returned to her post near the Hawk's simple weapons locker. Reloading the airskiff's guns with the incendiary bullets, she patched up the weapons array sector of the small ship, slotting in more missiles as she did so. ''Deity, could you check for damage along the pressure points in our hull?'' The falcon glanced up, then replied, ''Already did. Minimal damage from icicles. I fixed it up.'' Nodding to her friend, the gray fox sat behind her console.
After her little episode, Averra returned to the stern of her airskiff and surveyed the scene below them. The giant portal was still churning out waves of ice things, and somehow the three species were cooperating enough to push them back. A new group of felines had joined the battle, shooting the monsters with lovely precision. The captain mentally whacked herself. In what way would precision be lovely? She wasn't sure if that was the right adjective. Shrugging it off, the fox kept her coffee colored eyes on the plains. Calculating their ammo stores, she realized that the Hawk wouldn't be able to keep firing for much longer. The guns were still shooting at the central line that Khai Thorne had pointed out. They would only be able to keep firing for approximately seventeen more minutes. Sighing, she called to Swift, ''Adjust our fire rate. Cut it by fifty percent; we need to conserve ammo.'' Chittering, the tiny bird pecked at a few buttons, complying cheerfully.
At that point Averra glanced up and noticed that a new airskiff had joined the fight. It was so small that it made the Hawk look like the Erudite in comparison. A silver fox was perched in the cockpit, spraying waves of bullets at the ice things. The captain watched as a large on landed on the contraption's nose, then as the stranger was hit by several icicles. The new fox's airskiff swerved wildly in the sky. The corsac was close enough to see that blood was spattering the instruments. Av turned, opening her mouth to order the crew to help.
It was then that the new skiff caught on the Hawk's starboard wing, causing it to dip dangerously. Staggering, Averra, rapped out, ''Fan, activate the port wing stabilizers. Deity and Swift, get out there and latch the craft to our hull. Bring on the fox and get a few first aid kits on her.'' The airskiff continued to wheel about, sinking closer to the range of the icicles. Holding her breath, the captain watched as the tiny craft was secured to the belly of her airskiff. Deity and Swift had wrapped an anti gravity harness around the stranger and were now sliding inside the Hawk. Her restored console beeping to register their entry, this corsac left Fan at the main console and helped her bird friends lay the injured fox on a makeshift stretcher.
Briefly checking to make sure that they were out of range of the icicles, Av inspected the silver fox's wounds. An icicle had torn her right ear, and blood oozed out, forming a crust around the gash. The far more serious injury was the icicle still stuck in her abdomen. Noting that it was spiked, the captain carefully placed a hot bead on the end of the missile, waiting for it to melt. As the last of the water dripped away, she pulled out the first aid kit and began to patch up the stranger. Wincing as a spurt of blood splashed onto her fluffy paws, the corsac wrapped a thick bandage around the puncture, securing it snugly. The ear got a square of clean fabric, as it had stopped bleeding.
''Who are you?'' she whispered, half to herself, despite the fact that the fox clearly was out cold. Averra returned to her console, them turned to the crew. ''Well, that was unexpected. Good job, all. Let's all try not to die.'' On that cheery note, the captain retreated to the side of the stranger. ''Looks like she'll be alright,'' she muttered. Pondering this new turn of events, the corsac watched the red stain on the bandage grow slowly.
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Post by Sanguinus D'Marcus on Jan 1, 2013 17:32:02 GMT -6
The wind whipped around him, making his fur churn as if it were an angry sea. The Templar Primus laughed. He was standing atop one of the smaller tank-cities, at its very peak, surrounded by a guard of the best fighters of his time- one of which was him. He was a god guarded by lesser deities, immortal, the most devastating guns in the wolves' arsenal at his paws. Few would recognize his laughter, as guttural and roar-like as it was, as giggling at the giddy feeling of true power.
The screen before him flickered as a transmission came in. The fuzzy image of the Head Chancellor coalesced in front of him. "Templar -bzzt- Primus and Head Captain," he began. Obviously the same transmission was being sent to the felines' Whisperer. "Our sorcerers have -bzzzt- traced the portal to its origin. We will be shutting it down -bzzt- promptly. The -bzzzzt- flow of reinforcements should -bzzt- end." The grey fox frowned and seemed to adjust some settings on the screen that the projection was being filmed from. "Apologies for the low transmission qual-" The Templar Primus shut it off.
"No time for apologies, boys. We're moving."
Raising his head, he let out a howl, oblivious to the spears of ice shooting around him as the tank careened over the fields. With no other warning but a swish of his tail, the Templar Primus leaped off of the tank, his Sanguine Guard following him immediately. The thundering sound of their unified stride reached the regiments almost immediately as the wolves charged their foes, running right at the center of the enemy line. The wolven army raised their heads in a gleeful howl as the giant dire wolf D'Marcus joined in the fight.
A quick glance to the east showed the Templar that the felines were also pushing harder. A ray of indigo light came from the central cannon of the Nexus, accompanied by a huge BZZZOOOM. The energy hit the center of the light blue portal, swirling around it and suddenly-
Blip.
The enemy portal vanished. A moment later, a cold wind washed over the combatants as the magical recoil from the extinguishing of the portal came into being.
Templar Primus Sanguinus D'Marcus and his Sanguine Guards crashed into the enemy line.
After that, the wolf didn't pay much attention to his surroundings- this was no longer about strategy and dividing and conquering. This was about routing the enemy in a bloody coup d'grace.
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Arland
Feline
First mate onboard the Barracuda.
Posts: 15
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Post by Arland on Jan 3, 2013 22:23:25 GMT -6
Arland had lost track of Ren though, in the heat of battle, he barely registered this. There were felines all around him and wolves nearby and, somewhere above, the Nexus' gigantic cannon fired. The light was so bright that, when it faded, rosettes of colour blossomed across the snow leopard's vision.
He immediately stepped back, lifting his cutlass to defend himself from the sharp limbs of an incoming ice creature. An arm glanced off the blade and raked across Arland's opposite shoulder, drawing blood. He hissed, involuntarily dropping his pistol as he twisted his arm away. His vision had cleared and, as the creature closed in, the feline grimly acknowledged that he was going to have to resort to his blade.
"Let's see if this works," he muttered, taking a few quick steps backward and raising the weapon to his shoulder.
The icebeast charged suddenly. Arland swung the cutlass in a wide arc, putting all of his energy into the movement, and felt his heart sink as it glanced off the creature's shoulder. All he'd managed to do was chip at the ice.
He dived aside, his tail just barely slipping through the beast's grasp. Arland hissed again, bared his fangs, and turned even as he snatched up his gun. Only a single bullet remained, and it wasn't even in the device yet. He moved to remedy this, but the beast was already attacking again.
Without thinking, Arland swung the weapon like a sword in an attempt to defend himself. To his own surprise, the blunt force of the object sent the beast stumbling off course, to meet its end at the weapon of another feline.
Arland looked at his flintlock. It had sustained some damage in the form of a shallow dent, but he felt reasonably confident that it would still function normally. Perhaps he could even find some more bullets....
The fighting had drifted more towards the side of the wolves and, during the ensuing lull, Arland looked around at the deceased felines scattered across the ground. Did any of them use a weapon similar enough to provide his with ammunition? Sheathing his cutlass, Arland went to investigate.
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Khai Thorne
Parliament
Head Sorceress[M:0]
Played by { o p a l }
Posts: 33
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Post by Khai Thorne on Jan 8, 2013 6:51:51 GMT -6
An icicle whizzed towards Khai, only to be caught by one of her tentacles and thrown back at the ice creatures. She was tense, and not in a good mood.
"By the Elements, Vunnz," she muttered. "Where in the seven-"
She was cut short as a rocket-propelled probe shot onto the deck. "Well aimed!" Her voice was now a joyous cry. The fennec darted over like an excited kit on Merrimas morning. Extending her bronze tentacles, the sorceress tore open the parcel attached to the rocket with two bronze arms while pressing the "speak" button on her personal com unit with another, so that the Head Chancellor could hear her responses to the contents of the care package.
"Diagrams... that looks like one strangely anchored portal... pain meds? You know me too well... Missiles, bullets, arrows, bolts, blah blah blah..." She trailed off, then suddenly squealed in a very undignified fashion. "Are these the new incendiary cannonball prototypes?" She could hear his chuckle over the radio. "Thank you!"
That old coot definitely knew how to make her day.
"Peter, take the steering consoles for a bit and load the cannons with these new toys! I'll be back soon!" Grabbing a bundle of first aid supplies and a sack of ammo (the non-prototype kind, that was still classified), she quickly transformed her tentacles to wings and plummeted off of the side of the Erudite, her brother briefly taking command. Her sibling could steer himself if he needed to, but he preferred to focus on keeping his shell in peak condition during a fight.
Khai caught a conveniently placed updraft (there were some definite bonuses to being a sorceress) and glid through the air towards the Hawk.
"Sending a transmission, sister, to the Captain of the Hawk. She will know of your cargo."
"Thank you, brother."
The winds worked around her perfectly, propelling her easily through the air towards the freelancer's ship. Once she was over the deck, the fennec took a breath, then dove down.
Air whirled past her ears and coursed through her fur, the membrane of her wings flapping as she hurled in a shallow dive towards the deck. Yet, even in her breakneck pace, the air worked in perfect time with her, like two partners in a dance. When she was at the closest point to the deck, scarcely three feet above it, she dropped her load, then wrenched her wings upwards, spiraling towards the sky sharply.
Once she had cleared the ship, the sorceress pulled out of her spin, gliding for a moment to regain her sense of direction before winging her way back to the Erudite.
As she flew back, she noticed that the Nexus and her brother was already making the first strikes with the new ammo. Flaming bolts flew from the ship, spreading a special fluid all over their icy targets, then immolating them, making even the magical ice melt within minutes, even seconds. Khai sighed happily.
~*~
The remaining forces had been decimated quickly. Between the chaotic, breathtakingly daring moves of the feline forces; the powerful blows dealt by the wolves on the monsters' other flank; and the hail of fire coming down from above; the icy fiends stood no chance against the combined might of the three species.
The Head Sorceress was back in the Nexus, looking over the diagrams of the portal.
"Head Chancellor," she called out, striding up to his control bank. "Look at the diagrams.-"
"I already have, Chancellor Thorne. What do you think?"
"This was an elaborate portal. Look at how it's anchored here- those are Noriak nodes, not the usual Mendell nodes." She gestured with a paw, holding the diagrams in one tentacle. "And the vortex looks to me like a Farthen Whirlpool, not a Indilus Swirl. That means that whoever created this portal has to have reversed the polarity on the upper layer. See how the anchors for a regular pentagon? That also can't be done without at least a grade five transmatter generator. And I don't see any grade five transmatter generators showing up here, so they'd have to have used a reverse antietherical algorithm to fuel the portal using the sunlight and temperature of the air, which requires an arcane core at least as big as me."
Vunnz followed her paw, but couldn't pick out the subtle details that the Head Sorceress spoke of and picked out with her well-trained eyes. "Speak. English. I know magic theory, but we need to know what's going on, and we need to know it with simple words."
Khai sighed and looked up at him. "What I'm saying is that whoever made this portal has far more resources, and had far more time to do it, than we thought up to this point. This was no random act of malignancy or a spontaneous mutation of magical energies that were incorrectly harnessed. This was a carefully planned, meticulously executed portal."
She took a breath. "In fact, I'm surprised that you shut it down. We must prepare for war and retrieve the supplies used to create this portal. Whoever made this will not be happy about its destruction."
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Post by { o p a l } on Jan 8, 2013 6:55:12 GMT -6
Hello members of Enigma!
Our first step in our new plot, which I have taken to calling the Renegade Winter, has been completed. Feel free to break up into individual groups of RPers and RP to your heart's delight. I'll be updating you through the use of announcements and the side table now labeled "News" as to the current progress of the plot and what the racial leaders think of it. Eventually, we'll re-convene for the next big plot event.
As for now, ponder over Khai's words, and check every so often for our updates.
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