2024-08-30 11:18:37Mohammad Rafiq:
Session 11 Scene 8 Done
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Panic gripped Saziver as he quietly tells the group what is happening and to get ready.
All at once, the wood elves shattered their orbs with a sharp, resonant crack, releasing a noxious green gas that began to coil around their feet, slowly spreading throughout the hall; and the team leapt into action.
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## The Shield
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- As the lion maned wood elf in front of the group is about to crush the glass sphere in his fist, releasing the poison gas, Saziver reaches into his mind and wrings it out like a sponge, running up and grabbing the glass sphere before it breaks.
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- As the rest of the wood elves crush their glass spheres around the hall, the noxious green gas begins spreading out across the room, as the people nearest to the wood elves begin choking and falling to the ground.
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- Zel'eon slips off his jacket, unfurling his metal wings wide, catching the sunlight on the metal. He takes off towards the front of the hall, wheeling around and flapping his wings, creating a powerful gust of wind that blows some of the poison gas towards the side of the hall. Some of the people catch a breath of fresh air as the poison gas is blown away from them, but Zel'eon observes the hall is closed, with the windows shut, so the gas has nowhere to escape and is going to start filling the entire hall unless they create a way for it to escape. Aiming his arm cannon, he fires a ball bearing towards one of the windows, and it shatters into a million pieces. The people next to the windows lean out of it, breathing the clean air, and the poison gas slowly begins seeping out of the hall, but not fast enough.
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- Around the room, yellow runic barriers begin appearing, pushing away the gas. The people casting them are mages of the Council of Arcaneum, dressed in deep blue gilded robes, and they strain under the force of maintaining such a large radius of protection, shouting at the people around them to hide within the barriers. The wood elves nearby these mages begin moving towards them to disrupt their concentration.
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- Senzorin darts through the crowd, making a beeline for the governor and deftly avoiding the spreading crowds of poison gas. As he moves, he takes careful aim and disables some of the wood elf terrorists by shooting them with his revolver, firing through the crowd and managing not to hit any innocents.
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- Arche moves towards one of the nearby wood elves and spears them through the chest. The elf, a tiger feline looking elf, growls and slashes at Arche. Arche dodges the attack and steps into her reach, slashing up with her sword and slaying the wood elf, before she begins moving towards her father at the front of the room.
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- Saziver, in control of the first wood elf's mind, reaches in and makes him think Saziver is his staunchest ally. He begins asking the wood elf for the reason they are attacking the rally, and the wood elf replies, "Well, you guys killed a patron-beast!", with a dumb grin on his face.
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- The governor's two bodyguards, one with a sword and one with a warhammer, move to surround Governor Ortlinde as five wood elf terrorists move in to assassinate the governor.
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- Over the next few minutes, the situation is as follows, organised by character:
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- Zel'eon flies around the hall, avoiding engaging the terrorists, instead focusing on breaking the three large glass windows on each wall. As he does so, he continues generating gusts of wind with his wings, trying to get the poison gas to dissipate out of the hall. The Council mages, upon noticing him breaking the windows, began casting spells that conjure large gusts of wind to help get the gas out of the hall.
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- Saziver is interrogating the lone wood elf near the exit to the outside, finding out that apparently, some Ilrinians killed a patron-beast of the wood elves (each wood elf tribe has a patron-beast, who they venerate as a god and take on some traits of the patron-beast, which is why the wood elves here have animalistic physical qualities) and that they were commanded to kill the governor of ilrinia as payback.
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- Arche moves to the front entrance, where she sees the Ilrinians heading toward, and takes out the plastic gun Zel'eon crafted for her months ago. She places it against her temple, and pulls the trigger. The people around her watch, shocked, as her head cocks to the side, white crystal shards emanating from the gunshot, before her eyes begin to glow pure silver and she casts a large sphere of moonlight around her that protect the Ilrinians within from the effects of the poison gas.
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- The governor is fighting two of the wood elves by himself as one of his bodyguards is killed, and the other faces three wood elves, braining them with his warhammer.
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- Senzorin makes his way through the crowd by himself, silently backstabbing wood elf terrorists on the way. He aims to reach the governor to defend him.
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- As all the windows are broken, the poison gas has spread out of the windows. Most of the people in the hall have escaped either through the front doors or climbing out one of the windows, though the corpses of Ilrinians who did not manage to stay out of the poison gas litter the floor. At this point, the Council mage closest to Saziver and his charmed wood elf terrorist turns and fires a firebolt towards the terrorist. The lion-maned wood elf, thinking Saziver is his ally since he has been charmed by Saziver's mind control, grabs him and dives out of one of the windows.
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- Zel'eon, after the poison gas has dissipated, flies towards one of the wood elves directly engaged with the governor, knocking him to the floor and slaying him with a stab of his arm blade. The governor nods at him, before turning to the remaining wood elf terrorist in front of him. Zel'eon watches as the governor punches the terrorist right in the face (reminding Zel'eon immediately of how Arche clocked him during their sparring match) but immediately follows it up by grabbing the stunned terrorist by their shirt as they fall back, pulling them towards him again before delivering an uppercut that knocks the terrorist clean cold. As the elf falls to the floor, the governor places his hand over a nasty cut in his own shoulder and whispers an incantation, healing his wound.
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- Senzorin, wielding Einrow's cutlass in one hand and the magitech revolver in the other, helps the remaining bodyguard take down the few remaining wood elf terrorists attacking the governor, slaying them where they stand.
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- Arche, stationed at the front entrance, kills the wood elf terrorists that attempt to stop people from escaping with extreme prejudice. As she touches one of them on the shoulder, they blow up with necrotic energy, and Arche turns around to face the people watching her with shock and awe, bowing deeply. As one of them asks, "Who... Who are you?", Arche grins and replies, "Arche Kagekiyo. High Priestess of Ruatis."
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- As the final wood elf terrorist alive realises he is the last one alive, he turns around and aims his pistol at the fleeing civilians in an attempt to do as much damage as possible, but suddenly feels his neck freeze as Senzorin shoots a bolt of elemental ice, freezing his neck before he shoots a regular bullet, shattering his frozen neck and making his head fly off.
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- As the chaos of the battle fades, the group has no mood for celebration, as they look around the hall and see a score of dead civilians they failed to save.
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## Serendipity
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The lion-maned wood elf, his expression resolute, prepared to crush the glass sphere in his grasp. Just as his fingers tightened, ready to unleash the gas, Saziver Copper-Fern acted. The nervous energy thrumming through him surged towards the elf, and he reached into the depths of the wood elf's mind, grasping it tightly, and wrung it like a sponge. Saziver leapt forward, snatching the glass sphere from the elf’s hand before it could shatter. The wood elf looked dumbly at his empty palm as panic swept through the hall.
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Around them, the other wood elves each shattered glass spheres of their own. The gas began to spread like wildfire among the unsuspecting crowd, who choked and clutched at their throats, some collapsing to the ground, faces contorted in shock and horror. Desperation ignited in Zel’eon Talos’ heart. Swiftly discarding his jacket, he spread his metal wings wide, glinting in the light. With a mighty flap, he summoned a gust of wind that pushed the gas away, offering a brief reprieve to those nearest him. But as he gazed at the gas curling up against the tightly sealed windows, he understood that this was merely a temporary solution; if an escape route for both the gas and the civilians wasn't created soon, the hall would become a tomb.
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And so Zel'eon aimed his arm cannon, its electronic circuitry harmonizing with his intent, and fired a ball bearing at one of the windows. The glass shattered and a few dazed citizens leaned out, gasping for the fresh air that escaped into the ether. But still, more were falling. He glanced back to see yellow runic barriers emerge around the hall brought forth by Council mages, garbed in deep blue gilded robes, straining under the effort of maintaining such a protective radius. They shouted frantically, urging the frightened attendees to shelter within.
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Senzorin Talos navigated the throng of panicked citizens like a shadow. Making a beeline for Governor Ortlinde, he evaded the gas that threatened to choke and disable him. As he weaved through the crowd, so did his bullets, eliciting soft thuds as he slew the terrorists where they stood around the hall.
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As graceful as moonlight, Arche Kagekiyo slew two of the terrorists with spear through the chest before they even noticed her, making her way to the exit doors. Noticing the poison gas creeping up by the exit, threatening to block it off for the civilians, she withdrew her ceramic gun and placed it against her temple, eyes closed. Pulling the trigger, the people surrounding her watched in shock and awe as white crystal shards exploded from the wound, and Arche's eyes snapped open, glowing pure silver. A massive sphere of moonlight erupted out from her, surrounding the civilians and negating the effects of the poison gas. "Who... Who are you?" a stunned spectator finally asked. “Arche Kagekiyo,” she proclaimed, her voice resonating with strength amid the wreckage, “High Priestess of Ruatis.”
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Saziver's mind-control still gripped the first wood elf, pressing him with, "Why are you attacking us?", hoping to find some reason for this attack. "Well, you guys killed a patron-beast!" the elf replied, a dopey grin plastered on his face, oblivious to the gravity of his words.
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As Governor Ortlinde stood surrounded by two bodyguards at the front of the hall, five wood elf terrorists descended, their intentions clear as they bore down upon him. As Senzorin made his way towards the governor, the terrorists took down one of the bodyguards, forcing the governor to engage with two of the terrorists directly.
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Divorcing himself from the melee, Zel’eon took flight. He focused on shattering the remaining windows, generating wind with each flap of his wings. As he smashed each pane of glass, he felt the wind pick up as the Council mages rallied behind him, their spells tearing a rent in the gas wide enough for the civilians to escape.
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Saziver continued pressing his charmed wood elf, but at the sight of some poison gas spreading towards them, the charmed elf widened his eyes in surprise, grabbing Saziver and leaping out of a nearby window.
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As all the window panes stood broken and shattered, so did the morale of the wood elf terrorists as they watched the poison gas leak out of the hall. Growling, they turned to the governor and began moving toward him, at least trying to achieve their secondary objective of assassinating him. Alas, some of them would never reach the governor alive, as Senzorin shot them in the back, they fell slain to the floor of the Ortlinde Youth Home, as Senzorin stepped over their bodies to help the governor and his remaining bodyguard fend off the remaining attack.
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At the front of the hall, Arche still defended the escaping civilians, emanating a silvery glow as a wood elf terrorist rushed up to disable her. With a hand, Arche reached out and tapped her on his shoulder, and she stepped back with a look of fear on her face as black veins spread throughout her body. Arche hears a voice in her mind, sounding like pure moonlight. She watches as the wood elf's body swells, and she heard Ruatis tell her: "Happy birthday, dear.", as the terrorist's body implodes into black goo.
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Zel'eon took off towards the governor at top speed, noting Senzorin dispatching three of the remaining terrorists alongside the governor's bodyguard. He landed behind one of the remaining terrorists engaging the governor directly, and drew their ire by slashing at them with his arm blade, drawing a nod of gratitude from Governor Ortlinde.
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As the terrorist in front of Governor Anderson Ortlinde lunged forwards, teeth bared, he reacted by striking them in the nose with a powerful jab, but instead of letting the terrorist stumble back in pain, he grabbed them by the collar, pulling them back with his left hand and delivering an uppercut to the terrorist's chin with his right, sending a resounding CRK-CRACK! through the emptying hall.
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Zel'eon immediately noted the similarity to Arche's finishing punch against him a couple of weeks ago, and decided to try it out himself. As he sheathed his arm blade with a thought, he gathered electric blue energy in his right fist, and slammed it into the remaining terrorist's face, knocking him out cold. The governor let out a low whistle showing his appreciation for the move and telling Zel'eon, "Nice one, son."
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As a single solitary wood elf stood in the middle of the hall, realising he was the only one left alive, he steeled his jaw in resolution. He turned to face the fleeing citizens and aimed his pistol, trying to cause as much damage as possible before he went, but the gun's trigger would never depress. The elf reached up and grasped at his neck as he choked out his last breath, his neck frozen solid. Behind him, Senzorin aimed his revolver, this time firing a normal bullet as opposed to a bolt of ice, shattering the last terrorist's neck and sending his severed head arcing through the air.
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As the chaos of the battle faded, the team looked around, not even bothering to celebrate their victory. They had triumphed, yes, yet around the hall lay a score of corpses belonging to the innocent; that they failed to save. Congregating at the front of the hall in front of the governor, Arche and her friends prepared to finally speak to her father.