Author Topic: Evil Game Chapter 1: Evil Ops (Read 9157 times)

emissary666 · « **on:** November 10, 2008, 07:28:42 PM »

You find yourself in a black metal room with several chairs. Around you are various other people.

OOC: Please introduce your characters

katans · « **Reply #1 on:** November 12, 2008, 08:15:46 AM »

Clad in a grey-black banded mail and a full helm shaped like a dragon's head, the warrior rested hands on the shaft of a massive and wicked-looking flail. The flail's chain and head laid on the metal floor, producing clickety sounds as the warrior moved from one foot to another. The warrior's fingers, encased in black steel gauntlets, tapped rythmically on the weapon's shaft. Finally, with a grunt and a sigh of impatience, the helm was removed, revealing a young woman in her mid-twenties, with straight black hair gathered in a strict bun and aquiline traits with high cheekbones. The woman was quite pretty, but her brown eyes were cold and calculating, and she observed the other figures in the room with a mix of mistrust and condescending disdain.

"What we are waiting for?" she asked, and her alto voice rumbled and rolled with a deep accent, almost dwarvenlike. "I am Sergeant Nastya Karichnova, and I have other matters that require attention. Let us not waste time. You, who are you?" she asked, pointing at the first figure on her right.

Bell · « **Reply #2 on:** November 12, 2008, 10:34:59 AM »

The small figure to her right looks at her quizzically, cocking his head to one side in a very animalistic way. Wearing a specially shaped breastplate that appears to be made from the hide of a Silver dragon, the dim light reflects highly off the shiny scales. As he stands up, the others in the room can get a good look at him, and most appear suprised at what they see. Extremely long arms end in long thin fingers, connected by tough leathery skin. The flaps of skin had until now remained hidded against his body.

"why are you so impatient?" the creature asks in a sqeaky voice. "We'll find out why we're here soon enough, and in the meantime, just relax and enjoy the quiet. I'm Ekkitt though, since you asked."

Ekkitt sits back down, folding his wings and closing his eyes, and leans against the wall.

Kaelik · « **Reply #3 on:** November 12, 2008, 02:40:47 PM »

A flurry of motion comes from the other side of the table. A small hooded creature is spinning a large pole as tall as itself, weighted on both ends, one with a large Hammer, the other with a curved spike. Behind the pole, the creature is mostly obscured, but his face is contorted in a look of fascination.

Stabby doesn't like waiting either. He likes stabbing. Anyone to stab around here?

SixthDeclension · « **Reply #4 on:** November 12, 2008, 08:35:52 PM »

A handsome and fair young man, with a curl of white hair in front of his face, stands up from the chair. He approaches, apparently making no noise. He is adorned in simple armor, and a straight black cloak around his body, concealing the all but his head.

He speaks, and lightly, I am Aaarchile, but you can call me K, as I am, simply, The One They Call K. May my services be yours, as long as I gain from lending them.

K steps back and leans on a chair, watching everyone else.

emissary666 · « **Reply #5 on:** November 14, 2008, 01:08:01 PM »

A large red humanoid walks into the room. He has giant red horns, and eyes as black as night. He wears a cloak with "Instructor Rallage" sewn into the back. He turns to the group, "hmm. only four. The others must be late. Oh well. Welcome to Inferno Group Assignment. I am your commander, Rallage. I see we have a gnome and a aasimar. Impressive, the guys in PR are getting a raise for this. Never mind that! You and several others are going to be our next Special Operations and Positions team, SOAP for short. You have many challenges before you, BUT, first you must be tested. A one of our outpost demiplanes has been taken over by Paradiso forces. You team is taking it back..." Realizing he is monologuing, Rallage shuts his mouth and waits to see if there are any questions.

SixthDeclension · « **Reply #6 on:** November 14, 2008, 04:41:35 PM »

Will we recieve compensation for these missions? And how much are we allowed to blow up?

emissary666 · « **Reply #7 on:** November 14, 2008, 04:50:19 PM »

"Yes. You get to keep anything you find. Except for artifacts, we need to at least see those.

SixthDeclension · « **Reply #8 on:** November 14, 2008, 05:01:40 PM »

Then it is okay with me.

emissary666 · « **Reply #9 on:** November 15, 2008, 09:44:18 AM »

"Oh, and any prisoners must be given to us... along with sandwiches, subs, tacos, burritos, and nachos.

Bell · « **Reply #10 on:** November 16, 2008, 03:32:40 PM »

Ekkitt turns his head towards Rallage, and speaks without opening his eyes.

"Is that all the information you've got for us? Any indication as to what will be facing, or how many, or anything else that might be helpful?" He leans his head back against the wall, but then quickly snaps it back up. "And did you say there would be more of us? How many more?"

Ekkitt leans his head back again, but it's clear by the stiff, twitchy motions of his ears that he is still very much paying attention to his surroundings.

emissary666 · « **Reply #11 on:** November 16, 2008, 04:24:01 PM »

"Two more, I think" Rallage tilts his head upwards and counts something on his fingers. "You will likely be facing a small stronghold, where our Gateway used to be. The inhabitants of the plane are pretty neutral, so they didn't need to big of a force. Right now they are still working on a stable Gateway, so reinforcements will not be coming." He pulls out a book and flips through it. "We have an assassin in place to take out the outside guards, but that's all he can do. The stronghold is a simple 10 room catacombs with three traps we know of and can hold about 15 people. You need to reactivate the Gateway, but that is a simple and self explanatory process. We carved instructions into the focal pedestal. Any more questions?"

Kaelik · « **Reply #12 on:** November 16, 2008, 07:01:02 PM »

Stabby wants of copy of the info on the pedestal, just in case someone rubbed it off a bit to make it hard for us.

emissary666 · « **Reply #13 on:** November 16, 2008, 09:05:37 PM »

Rallage pulls out a piece of paper, quickly jots down some notes and hands it to Stabby. The paper reads,

"Step 1: Finnd Cerammonial Daggor off Tok
Step 2: Incert Daggor to Peddistally
Step 3: Engoy Lite Show"

"I am sorry, but I am not a very good speller" Rallage says.

Shadowhunter · « **Reply #14 on:** November 16, 2008, 09:33:29 PM »

A sudden knock on the doorframe announces Hercols arrival. A man in his late twenties, early thirties are standing at the entrance.
He is dressed in a dark brown outfit, complete with a wide, flat hat and a cloak touching the floor. You see a gaunt face, with a goatee and a well-groomed mustache. Haging from his hip is a rapier and his chest is protected by a chainmail.

"It seems that I am late. My appologies."

He makes a slight nod with his head towards Rallage.

"I overheard you mentioning traps. What kind?"

OCC: I'm impressed in my utter fail to notice this for a week.

emissary666 · « **Reply #15 on:** November 16, 2008, 09:39:50 PM »

"Oh, great! Now that is...two left? Good to see a dreadnec. Where was I? Oh yes! traps. The traps are simple pits, with gelatinous cubes, and spikes. I'm not sure where they are though. I think one is in a wall." Rallage shakes his head. "Oh well, shouldn't be too big a deal for SOAP."

katans · « **Reply #16 on:** November 17, 2008, 07:19:15 AM »

Nastya winced and frowned at he red creature's speech and attitude. She stood there, her lips held tight, and waited. Finally, she asked in a cold voice.

"So all we have to do is travel to this plane - I suppose you provide the means of transportation - and kill everybody in this fortress before reactivating the gateway? Fine. I suppose you have plans of the fortress, in which case we shall make good use of it. As for this dagger, where can it be found?"

OOC: SixthDeclension, your color is awfully hard to read. Sure you want to stick with it?

emissary666 · « **Reply #17 on:** November 17, 2008, 11:59:34 AM »

"You don't really need plans, all the rooms are 30 by 30, with one door on the north and south walls. The gateway is at the north most room." Rallage draws a simple map anyway

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"This is the pattern of all of the rooms. 10 foot wide hallways, 30x30 rooms. The dagger was last reported in a gelatinous cube. You will be dropped in by standard SOAP procedure, ngithmares"

SixthDeclension · « **Reply #18 on:** November 17, 2008, 05:46:15 PM »

Is there anything else we should know?

OOC:Does this work any better?

Agita · « **Reply #19 on:** November 17, 2008, 06:21:08 PM »

The door opens again and a young man comes in, breathing heavily with an apologetic smile on his face. He's dressed in a simple but clean dark blue robe, and has little gear on him aside from a backpack and a golden necklace sporting a mummified elf hand where a pendant would be. "Greetings," he speaks, "And apologies. How late am I?" The short, somewhat stocky man gives a short nod to the others and takes a free seat and listens intently to whatever else Rallage may have to say, opting to keep the interruption as short as possible. He can still introduce himself later, after all.

OOC: I hear ya, Shadowhunter.

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Author Topic: Evil Game Chapter 1: Evil Ops (Read 9157 times)