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imperial_stage2012-08-05 02:43 am
blacklegion) wrote in imperial_stage2012-08-05 02:43 am
It begins: Initial battle with the Black Legion Log
Who: The Black Legion, any PC who wants to participate
What: The first assault of the Black Legion
When: 5 August, late morning, throughout the day
Where: All over dagaria
Across Dagaria, as Summer court ends, the morning light does not come. Only darkness, seemingly seeping out of the Rift, can be seen, and hundreds of warriors in battle plate with strange, mad symbols cut into them storm out of it, slaying, burning, and taking slaves. They have come for Zeon, for Amestris, for all the countries of Dagaria. Cities, towns, cathedrals, castles, any structure that stands is being struck at by raving cultists, or the grim, cold precision of corrupt Astartes. They are the Fallen, the traitors, pouring forth from the mouth of hell to howl this phrase with one voice, as their bolters roar, and chainswords grind, "DEATH TO LIFE! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR."
Dagaria, the Black Legion has come for you, respond as you will.
(Ooc This is all initial attacks, and if you want to individually thread or group thread thats just fine, just let me know in your initial tag so I know how many people I'll be tagging. Feel free to group up or solo fight, but be aware these foes are DEADLY. Mind, this is the initial attack, they haven't engulfed the land. You can fight or escape as you will, and the warbands are fairly small and can be engaged by equal or superior numbers of local troops in any place you choose to fight. Please indicate in your tags to this entry as well WHERE you are fighting, as that will dictate what kind of foes come after you.)
What: The first assault of the Black Legion
When: 5 August, late morning, throughout the day
Where: All over dagaria
Across Dagaria, as Summer court ends, the morning light does not come. Only darkness, seemingly seeping out of the Rift, can be seen, and hundreds of warriors in battle plate with strange, mad symbols cut into them storm out of it, slaying, burning, and taking slaves. They have come for Zeon, for Amestris, for all the countries of Dagaria. Cities, towns, cathedrals, castles, any structure that stands is being struck at by raving cultists, or the grim, cold precision of corrupt Astartes. They are the Fallen, the traitors, pouring forth from the mouth of hell to howl this phrase with one voice, as their bolters roar, and chainswords grind, "DEATH TO LIFE! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR."
Dagaria, the Black Legion has come for you, respond as you will.
(Ooc This is all initial attacks, and if you want to individually thread or group thread thats just fine, just let me know in your initial tag so I know how many people I'll be tagging. Feel free to group up or solo fight, but be aware these foes are DEADLY. Mind, this is the initial attack, they haven't engulfed the land. You can fight or escape as you will, and the warbands are fairly small and can be engaged by equal or superior numbers of local troops in any place you choose to fight. Please indicate in your tags to this entry as well WHERE you are fighting, as that will dictate what kind of foes come after you.)
Re: Issarra
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Levin seems relatively unfazed, though, as he darts and tumbles around the offensive fire with the ephemeral swiftness of air. He rustles around in his satchel for a moment or two to bring out a new tome he'd been studying on the side. Suddenly, being air-bound might not seem like the best idea as lightning crackles and roars from the sky.
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"Bleed for me, pretty boy!"
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Levin + Chainsaw = A Grave Loss to the World, which is why the bard performs a small backward hop, aiming a gust of wind straight at the giant figure's feet. To unsteady him, yes, but moreso to turn his small backwards hop into a hundred yard backwards glide. Distance was a friend to any magician, and using the force of his own casting to blow himself back was a trick he had learned early on.
Too bad it meant the witty banter would need to be hollered.
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Levin murmurs to himself as he lies low and dodges as much as he can. His entire strategy relied on avoiding 99% of the hits thrown his way, which, he could admit, was troublesome in the face of a weapon that shot 100 bolts in the space of five minutes. Time to nip this thing in the bud.
If the Rift was a dimension of unholy abominations, then perhaps it was time to shine a little light on the matter. The bard stands and raises a hand.
"We're not on the best of terms, but they don't mind helpin' out a good cause, right? In the name of the gods...!"
A streak of divine light surges forth through the field towards his enemy.
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"...Huh. Wow. I must be way more holy than I thought."
He blows off the imaginary smoke from his pointer finger and dusts off his hands.
"Well, off to go write a song about myself."