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Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I am in boarding school you know!

But it is one of my top priorities

Shas'ui T'au Kais' to-do list, in order of priority:

1) Everything.
2) Everything else.
3) Event.


[edit] [new page] [cue event]

Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

yeeees event is go. type kaiser! TYPE!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

...Seems your enjoying being on the opposite side of the situation for a change...
...Now,about that Lumber Camp..??

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

...Seems your enjoying being on the opposite side of the situation for a change...
...Now,about that Lumber Camp..??

...No worries Darko...just ribbing you a bit...

Very busy day today,so I'll have to check back later for the event..

FITZZ wrote: ...No worries Darko...just ribbing you a bit...

Very busy day today,so I'll have to check back later for the event..

It's all cool dude. I've already outlined my plans for RZ&LWC earlier on in the thread though.

You better have!

Less talky-talky more typey-typey!

Should be finished by 9.

Seriously, that long. Got work to do

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Should be finished by 9.

I'll enjoy reading it tomorrow then.

Am I in it? Or was my tank to slow?

Yes, you are

[insert event here]

9:58.

Event = ?




edit: according to Dakka, my PC is 2 minutes slow. *shrug*

we have to hold him to his promise. Darko, go find Kaiser! England's pretty small right; shouldn't take too long...

Potato_God wrote:we have to hold him to his promise. Darko, go find Kaiser! England's pretty small right; shouldn't take too long...

Alas, my lord and master, the almighty television, summons me.

ah-NOOOOOOO!

TV, I'll never be as schmexy as you :(

PLAYER EVENT - PART ONE




The Reapers came closer and closer towards Troy, where they watched wandereres journeying towards the large gates. They had tracked the human to this city, and now they would destroy him for infecting the sacred item, and for destroying the minor Reaper. This was where he would die.
The one at the head of the group, a powerful Major, spoke to the others telepathicly.

"We move to the city. He is there. In the lead humans office. We find him. We kill him."

The bowed thier heads in agreement, and respect, before disappearing, and appearing... within the city walls.

***************

Cale Vatan sat down in a seat right next to the inside of the city walls. He always sat there, waiting for some action. Since he was young he always wanted to be a hero some day, and when he entered Troy he thought he could become one there. Long story short...

It ain't happened yet.

But he was still hopefull. People thought he was crazy, he would never get to do anything heroic because nobody would ever penetrate the walls. He always told them that when they did, he would be the one to save them, and that if the wanted to be saved they should start believing in him. But sometimes even he thought he was going delusional.

All of that vanished when he suddenly saw a group of four dark figures appear right in front of his very eyes. As soon as people laid eyes on them they went totally silent, and started to gather thier children and loved ones, and back away.
Cale was terrified, and began to back away into a corner of a house. After all this time of thinking he would be hero, he never actually thought about actually doing it. These were almost definately the Reapers, and he would not be able to kill them. Ever.

Would he?

He mustered up all his courage, and took out his pistols to fire, at the beasts.

"Take this you mother fethers!" he shouted loudly, madly firing at the demonic beings, none of his bullets actually harming them. "You ain't gonna harm MY people!"

The lead Reaper turned and brought his arm around to make bone shattering contact with the man, and send him flying towards the metal gates. He hit the gates with a terrible smashing sound, and collapsed to the floor, blooud pouring from his nose.
The Reapers were about to turn and continue onwards, when they heard the voice of an almost broken man behind them, in a last, defiant tone.

"You don't... turn your back... on... me..." he said quietly, taking deep breaths, before shakily lifting up his pistol to fire at the near invincible being.

It disappeared, and appeared a second later directly in front of him, and, grabbing him by the neck, brought him of the ground, face to face with it. He spat red blood upon it, in a defiant, but foolish manner.

The croud that had gathered screamed, as the man who wanted to be a hero, died, slowly and painfully.

*********

Charles sat face to face with the pathetic boy who had turned up in his office, and who had thought he was so awesome for killing a Reaper. He didn't believe it.
That all changed when a terrifying Reaper burst through the door to his office, sending pieces of wood flying in all directions.

Cathal turned around in horror, and immediately saw two Reapers directly in front of him, with three behind him, and he was terrified. He jumped out of his chair, and walked backwards straight into the desk, shaking him a little.

"Wha- what is this?!" he screamed out in pure terror, as one of them, the more powerful looking one outstretched his hand in a menacing fashion towards him.

"Goddamn it! Work, please! Something!" he said, holding his amulet in his hands, messing with it, willing it to do something that could save his life.

Finally, it shined brightly, and released a solid ray of purple light straight at the one to the left of him. The lead Reaper turned and watched as his companion twotched a little, before going still. He had not been detsroyed, but was in desperate need of assistance. He turned back to Cathal, who was looking quite pleased with himself, before slowly withering, and ollapsing to the ground, before the Reaper snatched the amulet from around his neck.

Cathal heard the Reapers voice echo in the back of his mind,

"Foolish human, you thought you could use the power of the amulet. You are too weak."

Swift, saw all that happened, and realised he had to do something. He didn't particularly like the kid, but he couldn't let him die. Quickly, he took out his revolver, and, moving towards the Reapers, fired shots into each and every one of them. It did no use, as the one closest to him clecnhed his vapoury black fist, and slammed it at full strength into Swift, and sent him flying backwards into the wooden wall, creating yet another gigantic hole in Charles' office, where he fell unconscious.

The lead Reaper turned his attention back to Cathal, and saw him feebily trying to get back onto his feet.

What Cathal was trying to do was hopefully stab the weak point which he had exposedthe other Reaper with. He managed to get up, and, knife in hand, flung himself onto the lead Reaper, and tried to stab his neck hard.

The Reaper smiled a menacing smile, and wrapped his shadowy fingers around Cathals neck, and began the process for one of the most painful deaths in the history of the universe. His eyes glowed a dark black colour, and the life drained from Cathals skin as he screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

It was terrifying to witness, which poor Charles had to watch.

When it was finshed, the Reaper slammed the limp, lifeless body of Cathal Rambrak onto the wooden floor, and spoke to Charles, this time out loud.

"We leave now, for there is a force which you must fight now at the gates. But your time, and the time of all these people, will come. The Great Reaping, will soon begin.

Then they were gone.

*****************

At the gates of Troy, were many, many bandits. They would take Troy this time, and revel in it's defeat. They were so sure that they would gain this victory. So sure.

Because this time, they had a plan.

*******************

Well, there was part one of the event.

Cathal- Is very much dead, and the amulet is safely back in Reaper hands.

Swift took a fair bit of a beating, with possibly a few broken ribs, and back damage from being slammed into a wall.

Cale is also very dead, as he was the first of Troy to be killed that painfully by a Reaper.

Also, they spoke of a "Great Reaping"

More to come on that soon.

Part 2 of the evnt will be tomorrow hopefully.

Good Jerb, man. Can't wait till tomorrow.

Thank you, tomorrow it will be even better than this.

Btw, now you know that the Major Reapers have a painful death super awesome thing.

Bad stuff man... bad stuff...

BIC:...

Whiskey had just begun to fill her third glass off beer when the sounds of a huge commotion from outside drifted through the confines of the tavern...

Dozens of patrons leapt from their tables,rushing outside to investigate ,while even more people from outside the tavern shoved past them to get inside...away from whatever was happening out there...

Whiskey strained to make sense out of the babble of conversation and screams of fright ...." The Unholy..." an elderly man shrieked as he rushed through the tavern doors seeking sanctuary inside..." The Reapers have come.."

Whiskey felt her blood run cold...

" Raiders!!" a voice shouted from outside..." Raiders at the walls!!!"

Terrance stood.." Looks like the party's over.." he said,his mongrel dog barking anxiously towards the doors..

"...No gak.." Whiskey muttered racking a round into her riffle ,she grabbed up her gear and moved quickly for the exit,pushing past several people as she did...

Outside the busy streets had erupted into chaos,citizens rushed about seeking shelter as members of Troys Guards raced to the walls...

Whiskey ran behind a squad of men who were loaded down with Heavy Machine Guns,and leaped onto a ladder climbing it to the tops of the deffensive walls...

Peering over,Whiskey saw a large force of Raiders,racing about on various ramshackled vehicles and motorcycles swarming outside the walls..

A round fired from one of the vehicles kicked up dust mere inches from were Whiskey was and she quickly ducked into cover,she muttered curses to herself and swung her riffle up,sighting on a Raider racing along on a dilapidated motorcycle...she gritted her teeth and squeezed the trigger of the weapon...a second later the top of the riders head vaporized in a spray of gore,his body pinwheeling from his bike.

Whiskey grinned and rapidly placed two more rounds into the body of another Raider who was rushing for the city walls....

To her left she heard the crack of a riffle and the unmistakable sound of Terrance's voice..." One" the man said softly as yet another Raider fell...half of his face blown away..

Whiskey took cover again as a group of Bandits fired on her posistion...

" ...So much for feeling like a human.." she muttered to herself.

Catos died with no dignety just like he lived and then again I wonder whats going to happen with my character...

(ic) Terrence began to take life again, shells falling in a grim clatter at his feet, every shot spelled a doom for anouther vehicle, his tactics were simple, destroy the vehicles in a lop as they surged through gaps between their comrades, make a wall of blasing metal, his accurate shots hitting feul lines and petrol tanks where he nknew that the rusty hot engines would ignite the feul, cooking the vehicles explosivly.

beside him he saw whiskey begin to pick of bandits with her weapon, a grim determination on her face that brought home to him what he had already guessed. The bandits would make the walls this time.

Wills weapon kicks out beside terrance and he watches a pair of bantis fall as the burst of high caliber rounds smack into them.

He nods slowly watching more elements of the defense appear into action, a massive ring of wrecked vehicles now existed his shots quite capable of taking the wretched rusted things down. Now the bandits were swearing in rage as they had to travel long distances around the ring to reach the walls, giving Terrance and his two companions, not to mention the guards of troy, time to deal to the infantry and drivers of the remaining vehicles.

But many more bandits waited beyond, and as rounds began to skip over the parapet he kneew that there were snipers amoungst them.

"Reloading!!" Terrence ducks behind the wall, ejecting the spent clip before slotting anouther in, the empty clip went into his backpack were it would probably be joined by several more before the end.

IC: Lev needed a drink. He walked into the nearest bar, a place called "The Wasteland Chicken". A odd name, but hey, if it has booze, he has currency. He walked into the bar, and checked his weapons (Except his knife, of course) at the counter and walked to the bar.

"Sir, if I am going to serve you, you need to take off the bush."

Lev sighed, looked down, and began removing the suit. First he took off his goggles, revealing his eyes. One was perfectly normal, but the other was like nothing the bartender had ever seen. It was a small lens, with a shutter instead of a eyelid. The sickening noise it made was the sound of grinding metal as he blinked, one eye smooth, the other mechanical. The off came the suit.

That's when the Barkeep nearly vomited. Lev had no left arm. Instead was a metal contraption, a foul whirring beast that clanged and crunched as Lev reached for his shot of Vodka. The fingers moved around the glass, and at the same speed as a human arm, the steel beast gave Lev his drink.

"Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... Where did you get those?"

Lev put down the glass. "That story will take a while."

"I've got spare time." The barkeep pulled up a stool."

"After the great Event, I got a invitation to work at a place called 'The Elysium'. When I got there, I was put under severe testing. Because of my past experience of being a sniper, they decided I would be posted 2 miles outside of the gate, on a small hill. Because of the distance and accuracy required to make shots like that, they decided to take human error out of the equation. Off goes the arm, off goes the eye. Now I'm stuck with this mechanical s**t."

The barkeep handed him another glass. "A round on me. You seem like you need it."

"JOHN!" A young man, barley 16, came running into the bar. "They have almost taken the gate! Me gotta go NOW!"

"Alright... What's your name?" The barkeeper asked, pulling out a L86.

"Lev."

"Lev, you gonna help or what?"

"Can I put my suit back on?"

"Yes."

Lev was out the door in 30 seconds, loading incendiary shells into the XM-25.






SOURCES:

Terrence stands up and begins to pick of the snipers, counting in his low bass tones, "1.... 2......3......4......5"

"Theres more of them coming, i need help here"

OOC: It's on it's way. Just give me about 20 minutes.

Good event.

Good Roleplaying.

Good thread.

thanks man