Munich. DEAMERICA killing me. Sure it will come for others. HELP
Forums › Families & Vendettas › Munich. DEAMERICA killing me. Sure it will come for others. HELP-
Duke, Caden, and Hectatimus were forced to separate to face each troll. Duke held his bloodied spear tightly in hand as his troll approached. Light on his feet, he sidestepped the first few attacks and landed a powerful one of his own. Again he jabbed with the spear but the troll caught it, snapping it in half and throwing it far away. Duke drew a small knife, knowing it would do no good against this beast but as it was his last resort he had no choice. Continuing to sidestep the troll's slow attacks, Duke struck the troll in the neck with the knife. The knife disappeared under the troll fat, and the troll felt nothing but annoyance. Duke was struck by a punch which sent him crashing into a brick wall, stunning him but not killing him. The troll joined its companion fighting Caden.
-
I need some help knocking the capo of beton harbor please join
-
Caden raised his axe one last time and severed the troll's head from its body. But the fight wasn't over as he saw another troll coming- Duke's troll! Was Duke okay? No time to think as the troll came down on him. Caden blocked brute force with brute force, his incredibly powerful axe stopping all the troll's attacks. But Caden was already weakened from the first troll. Unable to move anymore, the troll raised its arm to smash him to bits- and fell dead, a dozen gold tipped arrows protruding from its back. Caden looked past the corpse to see Fethre and her archers advance. He collapsed from exhaustion. Goblins approached from the north and Fethre and ten archers defended Duke's and Caden's unconscious bodies. The rest of the twenty archers killed Hectatimus's troll and fought with him against a more powerful goblin force from the southwest.
-
A few miles north, closer to the castle Winthrede itself, the knights Gharad and Ithus stood together against an onslaught of Auroa. The Auroa poured out of the swamps and onto the grassy plains, hundreds if not thousands of them. The knights, along with the 32nd Gold Legion, fought valiantly as their numbers continued to dwindle. Gharad sliced the ghastly arm off an Auroa and slammed his boot into its chest, sending it flying into a dozen more Auroa. His arm raised and lowered over and over. Would this ever end? Ithus stabbed an Auroa but was attacked from behind as another strangled him with an arm. Being lifted off his feet, Ithus felt his lifebreath draining quickly. Gharad saw Ithus and rushed to his aide. The Auroa lay dead on the ground but Ithus choked and spat blood violently. The mage Crey threw spells of fire and lighting at the Auroa. He summoned a burst of black lightning, intsantly killing a hundred Auroa and clearing the immediate area.
-
Gharad left Ithus to the care of Marick, a medic, and used the oppurtunity Crey had made to charge forward into the swamps the Auroa were coming from. With him were Crey and the entire legion. "Let's take the fight to them!" shouted Gharad. With renewed energy the knights hammered into the Auroa. After hundreds dead on both sides, the last Auroa looked down to see an arrow through his heart and vanished to vapor. Gharad surveyed the carnage around him. He rushed back toward Marick. "He didn't make it. I'm sorry," the medic told Gharad solemnly. Looking at Ithus' broken body, Gharad slumped to the dirt and silently mourned him. Earlier in the battle, his brother Ogreure had succumbed to Weryte the wizard. And now his best friend Ithus, too. It just isn't fair! Why am I alive and they are dead? he thought to himself.
-
Gharad was aware the legion was moving off and aware of his own body going with them, but he was lost in self-pity. "Get a move on Gharad," said his companion Sacco, "we've got to get to Hectatimus and Fethre's archers in time!" "Right..." Gharad picked up the pace to catch up with the legion. It was too cruel a punishment from the gods. First his parents had been killed in a raid from the Elves. From age nine, he and his two brothers had lived on the streets—until his younger brother Omniro had starved when Gharad was fourteen. Just him and Ogreure, they had survived until old enough to join the Winthrede Guard—age seventeen. Within the guard, Gharad met a noble lad named Ithus, who became great companions over the years. But in one day the two he loved most had been ripped from him. I might as well go down too... Be with them all... Gharad never saw the goblin arrow aimed straight between his eyes as it pierced flesh and bone, killing him instantly.
-
[ If you have questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, etc, then please post them here or PM me. If posting as not part of the story please use brackets. ]
-
[ Hmm I'm stumped on how to bring Myrtle and Captain Bar'ahla into this... Any ideas? ]
-
✧Ɗoͣѵͩɑͩ✧ wrote:
I don't know, but I think we are ready for some nudity.[ Hmm I'm stumped on how to bring Myrtle and Captain Bar'ahla into this... Any ideas? ]
-
Maybe Katie wrote:
[Typical, drag it straight to the gutter... It's coming along great Dova, don't go for the mass appeal, that will leave you with a book in the bargain bin.]✧Ɗoͣѵͩɑͩ✧ wrote:
I don't know, but I think we are ready for some nudity.[ Hmm I'm stumped on how to bring Myrtle and Captain Bar'ahla into this... Any ideas? ]
-
Myrtle sat alone in her tower, far from the battle. Gazing out the high glass window, she waited. She had been waiting for hours but according to Freutle's holo-messages, Captain Planet's ship would be in teleporter range in just a few more minutes. Finally she could abandon this dreaded planet and take to the stars once more with a fellow Uryglaccon, Freutle. Their home world of Uryglacc destroyed 8,000 years ago, the few remaining Uryglaccons had fled to the far flung corners of the universe. Freutle had found Captain Planet, but Myrtle was stranded on earth when her starship crashed. Using Uryglaccon shapeshifting abilities, she had made a home for herself on Earth as a human. But finally she could stop pretending, finally she would join her friend Freutle and roam the stars.
-
Hyena wrote:
One appeal is hardly mass appeal, and nudity isn't quite the same as the gutter. And Dova was asking for ideas... I can censor the dirrrty things for you Hyena, wouldn't want to tarnish that youthful innocence of yours.Maybe Katie wrote:
[Typical, drag it straight to the gutter... It's coming along great Dova, don't go for the mass appeal, that will leave you with a book in the bargain bin.]✧Ɗoͣѵͩɑͩ✧ wrote:
I don't know, but I think we are ready for some nudity.[ Hmm I'm stumped on how to bring Myrtle and Captain Bar'ahla into this... Any ideas? ]
-
"Captain Bar'ahla, we're getting teleporter signals coming from the surface!" "Then hurry up and hack it!" "Yes sir," came the quick reply. The computer specialist typed furiously at her keyboard for a minute and looked back to Bar'ahla. "Intended course was.. Captain Planet's ship! Teleportation commenced from the ship, meaning—" she was cut off abruptly. "I know what it means. Someone is taking a human off of earth." Officer Bethesda typed again and said, "actually Captain, the person in question was an Uryglaccon." A computerized voice bleeted, "HACKING PROCESS COMPLETE." More typing and Officer Bethesda said, "I've redirected the destination to Prison Cell 142." Bar'ahla had no idea what an Uryglaccon was doing on earth, a stage two planet—and why Planet would try and abduct it. Or evacuate it, he thought with a smirk on his face.
-
Leave it to Planet to think he needs to save some dying species. No matter. After one of his Intel Core crewmen interigated it, he would dispose of the Uryglaccon. And then he was coming for Planet. "Hacked teleport successful, sir." Bar'ahla grinned, his long mouth stretching across his face.
-
Meanwhile on Captain Planet's ship. BEEP, Wahhhh, BEEEP Wahhhhhhh.... "Shut that off" orders Captain Planet.
"Sir, our teleport is being hacked" the scanner called out.
"Initiate ghost protocol 7.58" Captain calmly said as a smirk crossed his face. "Bar'ahla Istill owe you for that poker game I believe...."
Just then Captain Bar'ahla was opening the door to prison cell 142. "So what ha....." Bar'ahla started to say but stopped when he realised it was not a Uryglaccon in front of him, rather a large cake with a note attached and a lit candle on top.
Opening the note he reads "I owe you for that poker game... Captain Planet"
Bar'ahla is confused, he had lost to Planet not the other way round. And snuck off the planet when he had virtually lost his ship and was unable to pay the debt.
Just then the candle went out and the cake exploded sending cake everywhere, beneath the cake he could see a limpet computer...
-
Myrtle found herself in the teleporter bay of Captain Planet's ship. Freutle ran up to her and hugged her. "Oh Myrtle I've missed you," Freutle said. "Yes you too. But... How did you know about Bar'ahla?" Freutle smiled. "I traced the teleport signals to his location. Easy." Out of nowhere Planet walked into the room. "Freutle, could you come into my office. I'm going to have to talk to you." Freutle looked a bit stunned. "Yes... Sir." She followed Planet into his office few decks above the teleport bay. He closed the door softly.
-
"You didn't tell me about her. Another Uryglaccon, on earth." Freutle displayed no emotion. "And why should I have told you? It was personal business. We're both survivors of genocide after all." Lowering himself into his swiveling chair, Planet returned the emotionless gaze. "We almost lost a member of a dying species to Bar'ahla because of your insubordination... your incompetence... hiding things from your own Captain?! Why?" Of course Fruetle couldn't tell him that Myrtle had been dispatched to earth on a mission three years ago and now was complete. That the mission was to begin the process of terraforming Earth and ridding it of the species that had almost wiped out Uryglaccons 8,000 years ago... Humans. In just 90 days, the process would hit a climax and decimate thousands of humans overnight.
-
Elsewhere on Planet's ship, the human called Haeur plugged a piece of ancient Uryglaccon technology into a hidden wall socket. He pressed several buttons and dials on the device until it lit green and read: "SOURCE: Limpet Computer 1417-BD. File steal and warp of source files commencing." Meaning that Haeur woud gain access to Bar'ahla's stolen files and distort the original files being sent to Planet. Haeur smiled to himself. "Soon, very soon, the glory of the Uryglaccons will be restored." He grinned as he talked to himself. "There are more of us than you could know, Planet. Many more. His face changed for just a moment, getting longer and paler with straight blonde hair. The face of an Uryglaccon...
-
"Captain Planet was born on Station 12 orbiting Trentaus VI. A dozen human generations ago, the Trentans had abducted over a thousand human babies in an experiment to see if raising a baby of an undeveloped culture had any unknown effects. Now the technologically advanced human population of many planets was much greater than the original barbaric Humans of Earth. The experiment was a success, no bad effects had occurred in the trial." That was what the file on Yuir's screen had read. A top secret file explaining the advanced humans' origins, Yuir had accessed the file through Uryglaccon hacking methods and technologies. "Know your enemy," they had said. Yuir had gathered as much info on Planet and the humans as possible and sent it to his fellow Uryglaccons aboard Spearhead, Planet's ship. Myrtle had been retrieved. The time was near to return to their glory and take revenge.
-
Is this where they get naked?
-
[ No. Use brackets please for out of story talking. ]
-
Maybe Katie wrote:
Maybe !!!!Is this where they get naked?
-
[ Sorry, I made an error. "A dozen human generations"— that should be changed to "8,500 years ago". ]
-
✧Ɗoͣѵͩɑͩ✧ wrote:
[I'm not sure I follow. 1 generation = 85 years approx, but have 2nd generation from 25 - 35 years (excuse generalizations I know it can be from <15 and > 50). 2nd generation has 3rd about the same age and so on. So lets say each generation kicks off the next at 30 years on average. 12 x 30 = 360 + 55 years (for the last generation living to a death at 85) gives us 415 years even allowing for late births and living longer I don't see how you get to 8,500 years in 12 generations.][ Sorry, I made an error. "A dozen human generations"— that should be changed to "8,500 years ago". ]
-
[ Exactly. You don't. But see. Humans killed Uryglaccons 8,000 years ago. So when "advanced humans" came into existence had to be before 8,000 years ago. Therefore 12 generations is a mistake. ]
-
On the bridge of Bar'ahla's ship, officers dashed around, checking gauges and dials and trying buttons and levers. "Communications is down!" "Weapons offline!" "Teleporter not responding!" "Engines failing!" It was obvious to Bar'ahla what Planet had done: after stealing all his files from his ship's mainframe, the limpet had disabled all systems aboard the ship; nothing worked. "We've been caught by Earth's gravity," called out Officer Cristo. A panic started to rise on the bridge but was quickly silenced when Bar'ahla barked, "Quiet!" He continued in a more reasonable tone. "I've got out of worse situations then this. I'll figure something out.." After countless minutes of pacing the deck, one monitor showed a display—Captain Planet at the helm of his own ship.
-
Need a hand, Bar'ahla?" Planet spoke in Common, the intergalactic language for interspecies communications. Bar'ahla glared back. Speaking in Common as well, he answered, "Not from you, Planet. Never a human. I would rather die than surrender my honor." Planet grinned. "I would expect no less from you, my sworn enemy. You've got honor, Bar'ahla. You're not all bad, I guess... But now you will die, crashing into the planet you would love to see destroyed. Ironic, isn't it?" Bar'ahla, even in such a desperate situation, managed a smile. "I suppose it is."
-
"6,000 feet from impact! We're heading for a tall mountain range farther east." Looking out the forward viewport, Bar'ahla could make out grand stone buildings scattered across the plains and grouped in impresive cities. The ship passed over what looked like an incredible battle between humans with a few other creatures on the ground and in the air. "See you on the other side, Bar'ahla." Planet's face disappeared from the moniter. Silence on the deck. The crewmen were silently accepting the fact they were not surviving this. After a long moment, Bar'ahla spoke up. "Don't feel guilty. Don't feel bad that this is the end. You all will have died like true Serdah warriors. Be proud of that. It's more than most can say. It's been nice working with you all." The crew members looked up and stood taller, prouder, no longer afraid. Bar'ahla grinned one last time as the bridge collided into the mountains.
-
As much as I like sci-if, why do the names always have to be so odd? They slow down my reading so I end up chopping off the ends which just sounds weird in my head.
No, I'm not using brackets because I'm being contrary - besides, it's the V forum.
-
[looooooooool]
[ I made the names weird because why not and its aliens / medieval people. ]
![[][]](https://turfwarsapp.com/img/app/ajax-forbutton.gif)
Purchase Respect Points NEW! · Support · Turf Map · Terms · Privacy
©2021 MeanFreePath LLC