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Post by Baba Yaga on Apr 10, 2016 23:06:36 GMT
-slurp-
The witch sipped on a steaming cup of purple tea. The bubbles it made were rather nauseous but she delighted in every one of them. In Chaldea they don’t really sell Belladonna or Hemlock at all. Go figure.
Inside the wooden walls lay an array of ancient cabinets, tables and other furniture. It seemed as though she was in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere in a peaceful night. If one were to wake up inside it, they couldn’t possibly guess the house was jumping around a bridge full of zombies. Well, not really. From the assorted traps flying around, they could hint that something was off.
-slurp-
The sole division was lighted by a blurry chandelier in the ceiling and the fireplace. Balls of blood, bone spikes and other abject objects soared across the air in perfect unison, like the defiled version of a certain beloved children’s movie. From the hearth, blazing projectiles shot forwards, straight out and the door opened and closed at its tempo, proving again how alive Kuritsa Dom really was, an organism as complex and lively as any animal.
An intense roar bellowed all around with every fireball.
-gulp-
-crunch, crunch, crunch-
Baba swallowed the tea in one go and ate the cup in another. Nothing goes to waste in this house.
A window formed in front of her eyes, right at the back of the house. The scenery jumped and twisted in a way that would cause humans headaches. They were standing still but outside it was like the camera of this screen was falling and rolling over a cliff. But to the witch it mattered not.
She could see the mangled corpses in her wake. They were going at a good pace. From far away she saw the pristine white palisade of her garden. Within it ribcages rose from the ground and snapped the ghouls, others fell in impossible pit-holes and others outright exploded upon contact.
Regarding Baba Yaga’s rather peculiar battle tactics, funny things happen when so many variables are on at once. For instance, somehow, in some way, the display of traps managed to send a ghoul flying and it had the aim to actually enter through the door right after the fireball had exited.
All of the spamming stopped as if every nook and cranny stared at this singularity. Even Kuritsa Dom stood still for a while, in absolute bewilderment. Baba Yaga’s perplexity turned to anger in a furious scream.
“GEET OOOOUT”
Upon her word, the very floor convulsed and puked out the intruder.
It was a bit of an over-reaction really, she could have shrunken the thing and put it in a vial somewhere. But she was too agitated to think straight at this point. The tea didn’t help as much as she thought it would. Oh well.
A loud crash followed suit, and soon after a deafening blast shook the very air all around the bridge. How on earth could a splashing ghoul make such an impact on the ground? She peered out another window and saw a collapsed building that was still standing when the fight began, enveloped by the rising smoke of an explosion.
The servants on the other of the battlefield are giving it quite a go. Well Baba Yaga is not going to be one-upped by such brats. Competition was never her thing, but the surge of energy that flowed through her at that moment made her all the more confident in herself.
To the end of the bridge it is then. But first, the Garden needs some reinforcement. She can’t rely on a puny clergyman to hold off her scraps.
The Witch climbed on to the roof of her home. Preparing, if not the most vicious, then the most overwhelming concoction she could think of to hold them off.
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Post by Paula Bunyan on Apr 11, 2016 4:36:55 GMT
If the sight of a building collapsing into a deadly rain of stone and metal to crush a legion of undead beasts into slurry was enough to give the Black Prince a satisfied smirk, the subsequent fireball that the Archer had created in his wake was sufficient to paint an absolutely gleeful smile on his face. Even as he rose above the rooftops on his galloping steed, Edward could feel the wave of heat and vibration rising around him and sending his mantle billowing wildly in the breeze, signalling the great explosion and the violent deaths of even more of their hapless enemies. Pausing in midair, his happy smile still in place, the Prince of Wales casually raised his sword in salute to the Counter Guardian's efforts.
Elsewhere, their resident Caster seemed to be having the time of her life as well. That grotesque demon house was still spitting forth flaming death while her traps subjected the straggling undead to yet more cruel and unusual ends. While the sheer numbers they were facing still posed a sizable threat, in the face of offensive force of this magnitude, Edward was rather confident that they would have no trouble in ensuring that not a single husk reached the other team battling that draconian threat across the bridge. Speaking of which, where was that bloody lizard anyway? Glancing back and forth, Edward was unable to catch sight of the mythic beast anywhere. True, he lacked the visual perception of an Archer but considering what he was looking for, his senses as a Rider should have been sufficient. Unless of course the other team had already killed the creature or somehow found a method of transporting it somewhere else. The former seemed highly unlikely so even if he wasn't able to explain the exact particulars just yet, it was more than likely the former. All in all, it was probably the more favorable of the options really. First mission or not, he had no intention of being the last one to finish his assignment tonight, especially after seeing that wonderful little bit of knowledge from his nearby Master.
It was a momentary flash at best, a snapshot of understanding between the two of them but it was enough to get the point across loud and clear. Edward no longer needed to hold himself back for fear of overtaxing his Master's prana reserves. After seeing the bountiful treasure trove that was Thaddeus' reserves, the Black Prince was prepared to unleash the full force of his greatest Noble Phantasm. However, to do that, a running start was in order.
Urging on his stallion, Edward took off at a gallop once again, dropping down from his perch above the city to stand even with the river. Unhindered by land, sea, or air, Rider's horse ran smoothly across the water's surface, its flaming hooves sending up whiffs of steam each time they met water as it made a long looping turn. In their initial rush, ROBIN, Edward and Babba had effectively broken the enemy's front lines and scattered the bulk of their number. Now was the time for a wide scale mop up. With a roar of challenge and joy, Edward charged forth activating his Noble Phantasm, sword pointed forward as his warped helmet materialized around his head. In the wake of his steed, flames once again flared to life but at a far greater intensity that those of the past. If his normal prana burst was an effective line in the sand behind him, the Black Chevauchee was a tidal wave of raging fire at his back. With each passing step, the flames grew and grew, spreading out to either side and twisted with unnatural fury to take on the vague shapes of countless other mounted riders. Barreling across the still river, Edward's flame cavalry fell upon the city like a storm, sweeping through the street and engulfing all before in is crackling pain and destruction. Though it was a moot point due to the sudden disappearance of the dragon, the nearest prana lines which would have been supplying power to the creature were swiftly charred into a useless state as the flames flowed over them.
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Post by Thaddeus Adeodatus on Apr 18, 2016 13:30:57 GMT
Thaddeus' eyes continued to be closed, his ears and the ebb of the flow of mana around him being all he needed to perceive the world around them.
The Dragon disappeared behind them, its gigantic, unique and disturbing magical signature simply vanishing with a pop from the location the other Servants battling it had been a second ago, together with the warriors themselves. The beast's abilities still very much unknown, Thaddeus briefly considers the possibility of it being able to some scale of Teleportation or worse, Molecular Dislocation that could obliterate its foes in one quick strike. The man of the faith would see no option but retreat in that case, but hope emerges in the form of a tiny anchor, a hook in the old location of the fight that a particularly skilled magus - specially one who had dealt with bounded fields his whole life - could recognize as the return address for a Reality Marble, stored in a teeny tiny dot in the real world for the inevitable return of the user.
A quick wave of golden prana confirmed it - the signature was of one of the Servants who had been fighting the creature, although Thaddeus could not be quite so sure which. But it was a savagely intelligent call, cutting off the Dragon's access to its ley lines, the drag on Fuyuki's natural mana having diminished to be nearly naught, the corrupted flow below their feet stopping to a halt. If its apparent invulnerability had truly come from the natural source of the town, its origin whatever it is, it could prove their way to victory.
Nevertheless, he is getting distracted. Talking about ley lines...
A giant fireball - bright enough to be seen through his closed eyelids - came from the sparks from ceramic and powder used in the building's foundation coming alight with the single spark of an arrow, the priest finding a small bit of amusement in his cold heart that the Servant without direct ability to draw flame from his arsenal to be the one to have created it. As the whole top half of a building collapses onto the explosion, thousands of ghouls were flung about by the sheer sudden burst of kinetic energy violently spreading from the arrow's focal point, their bodies being and twisted in odd shapes as the walking cadavers were either flattened into the ground or tossed into the air like ragdolls, only to find the pavement's kiss a bit later than their less-fortunate companions.
The witch's living house moved in to push the ghouls that had cleared from the building's soon-to-be impact zone back, their frontline destroyed and aflame as Kuritsa Dom stepped and spit and burned the legion's front line into meaty burning chunks, the sheer number of ghouls brought to a halt packed so close some ended up falling over and back onto the building's line-of-gravity, and even some cases where zombies, desperate to get back up, squirmed and violently convulsed themselves to an earlier second grave, their bodies tearing apart at their own protest.
In a decision that Thaddeus could only name unnecessary overkill Edward moved onwards with his - incredibly mana-costly - Noble Phantasm, waves of fire being drawn behind the chariot as the soon-to-be crushed army of the undead met the embrace of Prometheus' gift once more as the hooves of the Black Prince's horses crushed all in his path, the Rider progressing far beyond the main bulk to meet the farther back lines of the enemy and disrupting them with the flames, thankfully out of the building's way.
Finally, the office building fell, crushing the main bulk of the undead army into nothing but paste. The ground shook violently - Thaddeus relied on his own Propagation spell to stabilize himself into staying still - as a minor Earthquake took place in the long ruined town, something that would surely register in the Richter scale. The bridge itself screeched, metal supports barely holding it together as the different in vibration between the two sides it connected attempted to bend the metals into ways it refused to.
Thaddeus was briefly deafened, yet continued to hum, providing mana.
The Dragon reappears.
[OOC: All event participants feel ground tremor. Building falls and has killed a good chunk of the horde thus far. Servants need to react to the mini Earthquake, at least those in this thread. Edward is separated from the rest of the group by the debris, but he can fly, so no big deal. Thaddeus mana reserves are at half their storage capacity.]
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Post by Paula Bunyan on May 13, 2016 21:29:10 GMT
OOC: Skipping ROBIN and Baba due to time issues.
Against the already weakened horde, Edward's flaming charge had been brutally effective, carving a swath of destruction through their mangled bodies to further destabilize any semblance of formation the ghouls might have been able to muster. Though many were immolated immediately in the face of Edward's Noble Phantasm, yet more still were met with slowly, more agonizing fates as the flames spread from ghoul to ghoul, catching on like wildfire. In the face of multiple Noble Phantasm, thousands of foes had already perished but there was still much work left to do.
"So many to kill, so little time," the Rider mused to himself, turning his horse around after having broken through the rearmost enemy lines to come out the other side. Still excited from its recent gallop, the steed prancing in place a bit, its red hot hooves sparking against the asphalt while exhaling small jets of fire from its nostrils. Almost as if in response to the creature's surge of energy, the very earth beneath them began to quake. Obviously it was the work of building's dramatic destruction but there was something to be said for dramatic timing. Besides, his stallion had put in solid effort thus far. Why not reward him a bit? Smirking at the sight, Edward paused long enough to pat his steed's thick neck while he reassessed the situation. The enemy was swiftly dwindling before their might. Another pass or two at full power would likely end this in short order depending on the firepower his allies were capable of putting out. However, it would be a few moments before he could let loose another charge at full power, allowing both his mount and master a bit of a respite. "On the bright side, at least the dragon's still g-"
Once again falling prey to the insidious beast that was dramatic timing, Edward's commentary was suddenly cut off the by the sudden reappearance of the aforementioned dragon in its full, furious glory back over the bridge. With a heaving groan, the Black Prince slouched in his saddle. "I had to say it. Just haaaad to say it," he moaned, spinning his sword with a sigh before readjusting his position atop the horse. With the monster back, they were once again on a serious time crunch which meant that even if he couldn't rely on his Noble Phantasm for the moment, he still needed to keep putting these creatures down. Inhaling deeply, the English royal urged on his horse once more while his Prana Burst skill sheathed his sword in furious flames. Galloping to and fro between the fractured enemy formations, Edward lashed out wildly with his burning sword, sending another ghoul reeling to the ground with each swing. Disorganized as they were, it was a simple matter to drive an even greater wedge of chaos between them. Admittedly, it was far from a perfect solution, lacking the wide scale destructive power of a Noble Phantasm, but with the speed and power of a Heroic Spirit behind the blade, even felling the foul creatures one at a time was gradually making progress. For now, it was simply a question of whether the Black Prince's own stamina could hold out long enough for his trump card to become available once more.
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Post by Baba Yaga on Jun 2, 2016 21:46:00 GMT
OOC: I’m so so sorry for being such a Late Susan.
The witch grabbed a rude clay vial and took a sniff. Her face twisted in impossible angles with disgust. “You’ll do *cough* just nicely. Blargh”
She waved her hand in front of her nose to disperse the stench. Baba Yaga never really knew what said fluid even was, but it never failed her before. Closing the lid, she tossed it in a bag made of dirty cloth. It was the tenth so far, it should suffice.
She stood at the chimney, holding the sack behind her back, an image reminiscing of Krampus long lost sister. She would remain in perfect balance as long as she was in contact with Kuritsa, but she had to calculate the angle properly to get to the upmost point of the bridge.
Beneath her robe, pressure began to build up. Bubbling around her legs, she prepared her take off. However, just before she could jump, Kuritsa hiccupped on a cable, closing the door by accident and sending the fireball upwards through the chimney. Right beneath Baba Yaga.
Needless to say, she was propelled like a cannon ball, cursing her lungs out as she flew. The smoke trail became solid and fell with a loud flop, fizzling away like polluted foam. She slammed headfirst at the cables on top of the bridge. She seems to have a knack at flying apparently, simply not at the landing.
Climbing clumsily to a safe point, she looked across the battle field, basking in the flames of the sky and Rider, her own house in her erratic dance, the pristine white dragon that popped into existence.
“Well, I’ll be damned”
Wait. There’s a dragon involved? The witch made a mental note to actually pay attention to mission briefing, because she had been fighting for a few solid minutes and she truly did not notice the damn thing. It was huge, how was that even possible? Her eyesight must be getting really poor. After this is over she’ll get a new pair of eyes.
Now, enough sightseeing. There’s havoc to be wreaked.
From her bag, ten cups began to fly and they aligned themselves across the bridge. As soon as they stopped, adjusted facing downwards, water-falls of tar began to ooze out of them. If Niagara Falls had oil instead of water, this is what they would look like. Next she convulsed and from her skin erupted her classical blades. However, these released from her and fell to the ground. They glew in a nauseous purple below the tar and soon, dozens of laminated teeth erupted. But these weren’t like the others. If the first were bear traps, these were whale shredders. They swayed like angry tentacles, unperturbed by the thickness of the tar.
To conclude the apparatus, she dropped her bag in the mix. The flames sprouted by this infernal mix were of a color never before seen to human eyes. It was a wall of steel, tar and fire. No zombie could possibly surmount this.
This concoction was extremely straining on the witch. Panting, trying to recover her breath, she noticed how even Kuritsa Dom seemed to slow down her squirming. The bridge was secure, so she could order it to attack at the front lines ahead of it, joining up with the Hell Rider and the Green Archer.
A huge tremor made the witch loose her weakened balance. The very bridge vibrated like it was about to break. Well, wouldn’t that have been perfect after casting this. Luckily, it was sturdy enough to withstand the shake.
The same couldn’t be said of Baba Yaga. She fell forwards, awkwardly soaring towards the ground, being able to propel herself with a last minute gush of ooze to avoid being swollen in her own brew. It wouldn’t kill her or anything, but it would be much more unpleasant than being eaten by the ghouls.
Speaking of which, she landed right in the midst of the few survivors that avoided the springing talons. They were still quite a few.
Seeing how she had to close the distance between herself and the house, but Kuritsa couldn’t just return back, she did the more sensible thing.
She ignited herself.
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