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The fragile peace that once held the lands of comics had shattered.

Now on the great plains where hills strecth for miles are two forces that at the crack of dawn will commence one of the greatest battles of all time.One one side is the horde known only as PA.The vast legion is primarly composed of mounted cavalry,known for thier feriocty,thease warriors are easily worth two regular soldiers.never staying in one place for long the PA horde camp is rows upon rows of tents where solders in a moments notice can take down and move out ready for a fight. And at the center is where the two leaders plan the coming battle,Tycho and gabe,infamous doesn't begin to describe them.Further back is the prisoner area where the one known as Batjew tortures every prisoner for every morsel of info and most of the time just for the pleasure.

Away from the PA horde is where the allies has set up thier base.The allies are two groups that have joined up because they have the same values and goals.half of the camp is the First MegaTokyo regiment.Thease warriors are fanatics who will fight to the death.This army is unique in that in every unit there is the a small group of elite battle angels.Thease warrior women follow the commands of the seraphim,the love of the leader of the MT regiment ,the very nervous piro.While he is a capable commander from time to time he may become very self critical and at other times very prone to give orders to pillage helpless villages.this is the reason for the angel warriors,they are the one thing keeping the MT group from becoming a group of savages.Piros second in command,Largo is the opposite of piro in that he is just plain crazy but what he lacks in skill he makes up for loyalty, his troops would follow him into hell.The other group is the Army of avalon,This group of highlander warriors are lead by the council of war.Sadly this council has alot of infighting but when they get the act toghter they become a force to be reckoned with.The Avalon army is also well known for their skills with pikes and they are very good at breaking a cavalry charge and this could come in handy in dealing with PA.With the night almost over the elected speaker of the avalon war council,joe goes over to meet piro for the final plans.

But stuck in the middle of all this in a small patch of forest is a small camp of solders who rest by dying fires.They are the EN special recon task force.While this unit is a small one they have seen some of the worst fighting.Exposed to the most horrible war crimes and atrocites nothing can surprise them.At one of the small fires sits Barghest trying to get comfortable in his armor.Cold,hungry and confused he wonders if he will survive this day and if he was to die which side would kill him.He doesn't even know who they are fighting against.

OOC:The mission is to get info on the coming battle so the supreme empress jordan can make a choice on who to support.But in a tactical error the unit made camp between the two armies.So now the mission has changend from recon to simple survival as both sides are not in the mood for talking and are very anxious to try new ways of killing people on us.


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VandalHeart paced about the perimeter of the camp. He was not on watch, but he was nervous all the same. He drank deeply of a water skin, the runes engraved in his flesh sparkled a bit as he moved. He wore no armor, and carried no weapon. Only leather breeches and a short sleeved tunic and leather vest covered his body, leaving his arms bare to the night breeze.

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Can't use Ceriel for this, so I'll have to introduce my magical character: Noss.

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Noss was new to the EN crew. He had not seen many of their battles but claimed his experience from elswhere.
Keeping his calm, he sat on a tree-branch and overlooked the small battallion as he continued the seemingly endless task of meding the feathers in his wings to something that somewhere resembled order. His trusted magic sword Aeron hanging in its scabbard on his side, dangling in the air, did not bring him discomfort to speak off concidering what awaited. Correcting his position a bit to reach the far ends of his raptorian wings he started whistling a high-pitched mellow tune for himself, unwittingly sending his music echoing over the silent fields.


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Sitting close to the dying fire, a young man with long black curly hair tied in a tail is silently muttering to himself. Greetings of his compatriots are usually met with a friendly smile and wave, but is sometimes followed by a distrusting glare, that is on it's own followed by shaking of his head with a pained expression and more muttering. A chainmail covers the body. A sword rests in the scabbard, hanging a bit awkardely, while the left hand occasionally reaching for a log of wood to throw on the fire.

Rand Al'Tor has been a member of the army for some time now. The beginning was stressing, strange surroundings, and eventhough he had been banished to the lands of Newsmax for years, where he had been an outsider, his nervousness had caused him to develop a second voice. Somehow he his swordskills had improved at high pace with the voice there. Most often only he heard it, eventhough it would sometimes grab it's tongue. It was a distrusting and a proud voice, though quite sane. Still, after he had settled in, the voice had fallen silent. But now it was coming back.

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*With a angry snort barghest rises and gets up and heads over to the commanders tent.Yelling can be heard then barghest comes out running.He is muttering to himself.*
There goes a months pay but it was worth it.
*louder now to get the attention of his squad.*
Okay everybody gather round to hear what our great leader shawn is planning now! I swear the only reason we got this mission was because he hit on her highness too many times.
*Light has begun to spread though the sky,soon the sun will rise.*


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Vandal stopped in his pacing, grumbling about an some people pretending to be leaders and moved a bit closer, so that he could hear what Barghest had to say.

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*After seeing that most of his squad was awake and paying attention he sat down on a stool to begin.*
Allright,boys and girls we are going to have a fun day to today!
*Boo's from the crowd.*
Yes I know,I wants some R&R after that last mission with those cthulu cultist.But this is the military and its a dictatorship,Now as you all know we are here to scout out the coming battle between PA and the Avalon,MT group.Now if we are to follow the orignal plan it would invole us sitting on this hill having a roast pig and watching a very nice show.
*cheers*
Sadly,the plan has been changed,we are now to try and make a alliance with the MT army.
Rumor is for our support in raiding the enemys supply lines shawn gets one of the thier generals concubine's.
*more boo's.*
Yes and we all know whats going to happen if he gets one.
*laughter,then someone yells from the crowd.
Yeah,like what happend when you got drunk and hit on the empress's champion,Bablyon.*
WHO said that!?! I swear if i find out, your going to lead a charge.Okay back to business,Now to top it off we also got a message from the General tycho saying that he wants a chance to get our support and if we refuse he will just kill us all .So right about now both of them are sending emissarys to bargain for our skills.So in a few minutes you can expect some brass to come waltzing in here looking high and mighty.That means I want all of you to polish your armor and for god's sakes wash your faces.Now anybody have any questions?
If you do make it snappy,I see some of our either soon to be allies or enemys coming our way.


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*A small black cat scampers up to where UWC is still curled asleep by the fire, and gets his attention...*

UWC: Purrrrzzzz...Hey! Ow! Knock it off!

Scout: Mew.

UWC: Huh?

Scout: Mew!

UWC: What?

Scout: MEW!

UWC: Damnit. Okay, you've made your report, now back into the field.

Scout: Mew?

UWC: No!

Scout: Meeeew!

UWC: Oh alright. 5 minutes by the fire, no more.

Scout: Purrr.

*The small cat curls up in the warm spot left by UWC, as he gets up and pads over to the group around the Command tent.*

UWC: Scouts report that the Ghastly Mercenary Forces have broken rank and are attempting to engage the MT force.


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Oh,hell.Thanks UWC this is disturbing news.
*goes inside to tell shawn,then comes out with some orders.*
Okay,we have to stop them otherwise this could really mess up the negiotations.Everybody who is in the mood for some fighting get your gear and follow me.We have to head them off,and convince them to turn around and if that doesn't work we kill their commander,that always stops them cold.
*Barghest picks up his broadsword and his backpack which always smells like blood but by now barghest has learned to ignore it and starts walking out of the base camp.*


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"Great. Lovely. Damnit."

Vandal follows close behind. He carries no weapons, and only a few assorted items in a pair of pouches at his belt. The runes along his arms shimmer once as he stretches, then grow quiescent once more.

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Hearing the call for fighting, TMT raises his head and looks around.

Alright, I think I have the mental fortitude to take on the mind destroying forces of Ghastly

TMT stands up, and shakes the dust off his dusted forest green cloak. Underneath, he wears a suit of leather armour, and a rapier at his side. His hair a preternatural white, bound back in a small ponytail. A scar runs up his jaw line.

He starts readying himself for the upcoming battle, and starts muttering something about baby Cthulhu's and Shemales


ooc: What sort of powers are we using in this? Full character powers, limited or none?

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OOC:You can use powers it can't just be earth shattering.A simple fireball spell will suffice.

*Soon after a while of jogging though the woods the adhoc force of EN intercepts the renegade ghastly force.Arraying his small forces in a line barghest knows if it comes to blows their commander has to go down first.*
Attention Ghastly mercs,you are to turn back now or face death.This is your only warning.
*The ghastly commander,a buff looking shemale leads that leads the twisted unit steps forward.*
GCommander:You should let us do the job you hired us for!
Barghest:You were hired to provide support not to go off fighting without orders.
GCommander:Why are you trying to make a deal with those pussy MT's?
Barghest:It's not our job to question,and that goes double for mercs!
*But then the mercs ignore him and start moving forward,all along the line The EN troops draw or power thier weapons up.But in the ghastly lines they start chanting spells and before anyone can stop them tentacle monsters start snapping into existence.This has a very bad effect on the EN troops who all take a step back even barghest,who can barely hold back his fear.Then with a swing he draws his sword.*
This is you last chance! If you do not stand down we will be forced to fight.


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Seeing the mercs readieng for the battle and summoning foul beasts o' tentacles, TMT draws his rapier, and readies himself.

He starts chanting under his breath in a language that sounds like a mixture of latin and spanish, with a few unproununcable guttarals thrown in. Swirling motes of energy start to coalesce around his body, surrounding him with an aura of pure gold


ooc: Allright, I'm gonna use a toned down madthinker here, still telekenetic, but not as powerful. See the Powers copyright thread

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*Seeing that the hired help just becam hired enemys,Barghest gives up trying to stop them.*
Thats it,kill them all! Go for the commander first and the casters! And whatever you do stay away from the tentacles!
*heeding his own advice barghest jumps back avoiding a swath of them and even managing a counter cut taking two of them off,but the thing has a hundred more.*
We have to find a way to take out these things,fast!


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Using his TK abilities, TMT heats up his sword 'til it glows white hot. Running and slashing, he cuts a swathe through the tentacles, searing each on shut before it can regrow

Quick, go for the spellcaster, he's the one in the pointed hat, I'll hold off the tentacle beasts.

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[Ed: Edited actions due to bad post-timing.]

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We're not limited to low-level elemental magic, are we? I can pull off some quite nifty stunts using aural manipulation, Chi Gong and alchemy, if we're allowed to... =/

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Noss had exchanged Aeron to a twin-pronged spear (Think miniature Spear of Destiny.) and he promptly threw it at high speed at the GC. Drawing his mighty bane of helms again he engaged a tentacle monster approaching from behind. The blade falred to life in the hottest fire and cut through jointless arms like a hot knife through butter.

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OOC: Using an alter ego..

IC: Valin, a new recruit of the EN crew draws his short sword and blocks a swinging tentacle with his buckler. Hacking and slashing slowly through the tentacles an arrow clangs into his small breastplate but stops after hitting the chainmail beneath. His blade continues to slash tentacle after tentacle, never dulling due to an enchantment placed on it long ago. Valin finally breaks through the tentacle beings and pops out into a large mass of ugly GMercs intent on spilling EN recon blood. Slightly nervous at standing in the somewhat open, Valin raises his sword and charges a nearby pointy-hat, screaming a blood-lusting battlecry.


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With a careful eye on the tentacles that are busy with the other fighters, Rand runs toward the commander. 3 mercenaries try to block him. Rand engages them, and his otherwise awkard handling of teh sword suddenly changes into that of a seasoned veteran. The only thing marring the killing of the three opponents is a slight hesitation before the killing blow, nearly allowing one of them to deliver a lethal blow. Shaking his head at the coorpses like it's the first time he sees them, Rand continues to advance on the enemy commander.

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A gesture of his right hand, and the rune imbeddedon the back of it flares to life, summoning the rune blade to his grasp. The bastard sword glows softly with blue-white light, runes dancing up and down the length and breadth of the weapon.

"Feather Blade"

The runes flare once, causing the blade to become lighter, weighing no more than a short sword now. Engaging the enemy, Vandal moves from opponenet to opponent, never staying in one place as he fights. His opponents are wounded when he passes the first time, and normally dead if he passes a second. Blades tat slip past the blocking defense of the rune blade encounter a second skin, a layer of force surrounding the warrior's body.

Surroundd by no one at this moment, Vandal looks around, noticing a group of Gmercs charging up towards the main knot of EN warriors.

"She-male berserks! Gotta stop them!"

Silver light flare from the runes on both body and blade. Vandal drops back into a fighting stance, and then begins running, his blade tip nearly dragging the ground as he charges the berserks. 10 feet away, the light flares brighter, hiding him from view.

"Mercurial Rush"

The rune knight is launched forward in a slashing attack, silver light flaring around him. His blade shears through the enemy, cutting flesh, steel, and tentacle alike. He emerges from the other side of the remaining berserks, turning to face them. A coat of silver light seems to fade from his body in a mater of seconds, leaving him appearing as normal.

"c'mon..."

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*A shape glides through the blackness behind the mercenary ranks. Softly and silently a Creativity augmented PK spike lances through armour like a ball point pen though cheap paper. Several stragglers at the tail end of the band are picked off and eased to the floor. A tail lashes. A sound escapes the muzzle of the killer, as he surveys the dead and dying.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrr...

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