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Post by Nathalia on Nov 9, 2010 20:34:48 GMT -5
Zeus awakes to find himself completely alone and deserted with exception to Trot. The rest of his gang seems to have vanished entirely. There is a whisper on the air...odd whispery voices that can’t quite be understood...they lead the pair to the back gardens of the Palace of Hearts...where a strange gathering of four Hearts servants are standing, heads together, seemingly unaware of their surroundings...until the two enter.
An 8, a 10, and two Jacks await them; their heads snapping up eerily when they enter and watching disconcertingly as they may or may not attempt to communicate.
The servants will then attack.
(Your goal is to get through this fight. Decide for yourselves if you win or lose and write out how. Once this has happened, have them locate the child Vaska...he will inadvertently give them their next goal...)
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Post by seraaches on Dec 8, 2010 20:57:11 GMT -5
 Zeus woke suddenly, expecting to rise out of the dark with the fun addition of a headache, but, no, his head was surprisingly clear and pain free. The doberman looked around with a frown, however; where in the bloody Hills were the rest of his gang? By the rot, if Obadiah ran off with them. . . well, the shepherd would find himself in a world of pain! "Trott, get up," the Queen snapped. His longer ear laid back when he realized that there were voices--odd, whispery, spidery voices that he couldn't understand-- and the Hellhound gestured for silence and then for the Club to follow him. He crept quickly forward, eyeing the servants even as their heads jerked over to face the Queen. "Rotting bones," he snarled under his breath, shoving Trott off to one side and summoning his dagger. Fine, bring on the fodder; today was an excellent day to make something bleed. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Dec 8, 2010 22:23:49 GMT -5
Ears perking up at the sharp command given his way, Trot lifted his head off of his paws, giving Zeus with a mingle of a confused, blank, and hopeful look. Glancing around it occurred to him first that he was finally having playtime with Zeus, something he always looked forward to. " I did not know you could make us move distances like this? This would have been very useful back then." Maybe Bone had finally brought them back? After all last time had not gone so well - but Bone did not like it when you said that to him. It made him grumpy. Eyes catching something to the side he turned his attention away from Zeus, giving a happy yip in greeting towards Shin's direction he turned his attention back to Zeus. "Hey Bone, its that one place that you want to take over!" He gave a soft whimper at Bone's sharp motion for silence. Apparently he was not in the mood to play. It was only a moment later that he also noticed the murmuring and caught sight of the small gathering. "Look Bone! &^%#s!" |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 13, 2010 17:21:35 GMT -5
Zeus snarled something unflattering and potentially physically impossible at his pack member, but one of the Jacks veered towards the Club, leaving only three of the Hearts for the Queen. The Lowlander's snarling grin grew wider. Oh, yes, today was certainly a good day to make someone bleed.
His mind began analyzing as the servants came towards them; the Jacks were more of a threat, but being outnumbered-- four to one, obviously, or perhaps five to one, depending on how useless Trott decided to be-- meant that he should try to lessen the numbers.
The Lowlander Queen darted suddenly in, moving faster towards the people attacking than one would normally expect. It was. . . glorious to get to fight without relying solely on magic, as he often had to do with his more powerful opponents. Zeus slashed at the 10's face with his blade. A feint. He jerked it back again, slicing swiftly through the white-furred throat, and dancing past on his own brown feet. One down.
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Post by Kasatsu on Dec 17, 2010 20:50:45 GMT -5
The strange Hearts wanted to play! Trot gave an excited little dance, his tongue hanging out, a happy bark giving away any hidden presence they may have still been privy to.
The Jack who looked like a muskrat waddled towards him, it's small rapier held out from it's side. Trot dropped the front of his body to the ground, his butt still high in the air, his tail waving back and forth with enough force to shake his entire body.
This was going to be fun!
None of his team members ever seemed to like to play with him. Though for some strange reason they never seemed to hold any reservations about throwing things at him. They really just did not get the concept of play did they.
Giving a sharp bark he darted forwards to nip at the Muskrat's ankles before darting backwards. Oh yes, this was going to be fun!
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Post by seraaches on Dec 18, 2010 21:28:57 GMT -5
Zeus didn't even spare a glance for Trott; the Club would survive or not. Neither option made a huge difference to the Doberman Pinscher. Well, it probably should. If Trott died, he'd probably become a ghost, too, and then Zeus would never have a moment's peace. Yeah, better push through this.
The Heart dropped down and did a quick side-step-- it wasn't the most graceful move, but it dodged the swipe of claws from the Jack facing him. The creatures seemed. . . not prepared, perhaps, but not nearly as impressed with his quick removal of their friend as they should have been. Zeus reversed his hold on the blade, slashing at the Eight's legs. It made a sound, a strange one, not quite a scream, not quite a whimper as the Lowlander Queen managed to slice open a nice gash in the other Heart's calf.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 29, 2010 21:31:38 GMT -5
((The Jack dropped with a gurgle, its weapon sliding from its hand as it splattered to the ground.))
Veiny Net: Oh...What.
Is.
This?
Ewww, this net looks like it was knotted together from thick,
tube-like veins and ropes of old muscle.
Tough and impenetrable, it can only be destroyed by the stroke of a
summoned weapon, or an ability aimed at it that was high ranked (250p
or more), otherwise, it will remain tightly tied around its captive
for a full 20 minutes before unraveling.
However, a victim tied up in the net cannot be harmed until they are
let out of the net.
The net itself causes intense fear and sometimes panic attacks
to those ties up inside of it.
((The 10, though badly slashed across the face threw himself down on Trott with sudden and incredible ferocity, Feline claws bared and thick, underbelly scales showing a reptilian heritage! Quick Trott, careful!))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 2, 2011 17:48:26 GMT -5
As Trot bounded backwards in an uneven zigzag manner from the Jack his foot suddenly went out from under him. Suddenly his mode of movement was cut short as he back leg went out from under him, it having landed on a loose stone which had tipped over from his weight baring down on it.
Scrambling he tried to regain his balance and not fall, not that falling was nothing particularly new to him, and ended up flipping over himself so he was now facing away from the Jack, putting him just off aim of the 10's landing.
His new position giving him a preview of his oncoming bonus he gave a loud yip of alarm he started to flail his body, making it a hard target to pin down, using his back toe-bones to slash as best he could. Baring his teeth he growled and started to bite viciously at the strange mix that was half on top of him.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 2, 2011 17:59:48 GMT -5
The Lowlander Queen was more than a little surprised when the Ten survived a nasty attack, but the Jack, whom he felt he'd barely engaged at all, splattered to the ground. He could only briefly eye the strange weapon, but he snatched it up without hesitating-- never hesitate in battle!
He would have gone after the Eight again, but it seemed unwise to allow Trott two whole Cards to attempt to battle. Better, instead, for him to go to his pack mate's aid.
His mind calculated the odds again. He might have to give the Eight brief access to his back, but the injured Ten was surely something closer to being a match for Trott now (well, reverse the wording, yet still true), so the Doberman hurled himself at the remaining Jack. He kept his dagger firmly before him, moving in quickly with bared teeth and weapon. He would attempt to slash and bite the Jack; he wanted to push the other Card off guard so he could get a clean kill as swiftly as possible.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 10, 2011 22:28:58 GMT -5
Trot continued to kick and claw at the Ten that was half on top of him.
He was sure that he was earning a few scratches and bites here and there - maybe if he was lucky they would turn into handsome scars like all of his other pack mates. After all they had one theirs heroically in battle. And this was definitely heroic.
Using the surprise time that Bone was about to spring on the enemy he quickly squirmed his way out from under the Ten, back tailing it till he landed on his butt not too far a distance away. He had to stay close after all, you never knew when Bone would need him to save the day.
Catching his breath he launched himself at the remaining Card. If he could take this one down by himself then Bone would definitely not be made at him. Earn his keep, as the Lowlander was constantly growling at him.
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