[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA

[BryonD]

Most importantly, I need everyone to make one last check of your character sheets for any errors, I am going to update them soon with some new stuff.

Pretty minor, but I believe my Ride total should be +9

 

[Fenris]

"Bloody Hell, What is that thing?" shouts Haskins. His mind whirls 'What has that witch done, opened a portal to hell as Hambrick said' Haskins thinks. Haskins weighs the situation for a split second and chooses the greatest good, he had to close the portal. He turns and dashes for the side of the arc to dislodge the stone that had activated it. His mind rested on Caryle though, he hated to ever leave a man behind, especially among what ever they were, even a body should be recovered. But this, well, lets cut the portal and deal with what we have. If these things get out into the world.................

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

Haskins pulled the crystal from its niche on the archway.

The blue light flickered for a moment, but did not falter.






Bill's up.

 

[Old One]

Brigitta

[OOC: Brigitta will...wait her turn ]

~ OO

 

[Hjorimir]

Sweat pours down Bill's face. For the briefest of moments he is paralyzed with indecision before he shakes it off. "Fall back to the cover of the doorway!"

OOC: Bill runs for the doorway from where he will provide cover fire for his companions.

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

[OOC: Brigitta will...wait her turn ]

~ OO

It's your turn.

 

[Old One]

It's your turn.

OOC: How many croc critters are in the room now and how close are they in relation to the rest of us?

~ OO

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

OOC: How many croc critters are in the room now and how close are they in relation to the rest of us?

Ten or fifteen. Something like that.

They're pouring out of the portal and so, essentially, all over ya.

 

[Old One]

Brigitta

Brigitta's mind whirls with the impossibility of it all. This certainly is not what she had expected...

Croc-headed alien warriors...Teddy...Hambrick...Terror...Insanity...Arghhhhhh!

Her mind snaps back to reality, rapidly analyzing and sorting facts and observations. The strange sickly beam weapons were apparently designed to incapacitate, not kill...else both Joshua and Teddy would likely be dead. Haskins action - which would have been her own - hadn't slowed the flood of their enemies. There was no way her men, regardless of their own worldly competence, were going to defeat the fearsome otherworldly reptilian warriors...there were just too many. Fighting was only going to get them hurt...badly.

She stuggles to resist the whispered urging to use her powers, slapping the suggestion down brutally.

"No!" She hisses to herself.

It was a secret she didn't want to reveal to their soon-to-be captors...not yet.

"Gentlemen," she screams at the top of her lungs, "Surrender! We aren't going to win this one...so don't die trying!"

With that, she takes a step forward, toward the raging mob while holstering her Webley and drops to one knee, lowering her head and stretching her arms out, palms up. As the enormous alien warriors surge toward her a thought echoes in her brain.

'I hope this doesn't hurt too much...'

~ OO

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

With that, she takes a step forward, toward the raging mob while holstering her Webley and drops to one knee, lowering her head and stretching her arms out, palms up.

This was a gesture that seemed to resonate with the cruel crocs. One of the warriors grabbed her roughly, his huge hand easily encircling both her wrists. He heaved Brigitta up and off her feet, turned, twisted, and slung her backwards over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Brigitta's shoulders cracked and ached as her arms were bent backwards over her head and the thing's shoulder.

The croc turned and walked back through the portal. The last the men saw of Brigitta was her plaintive face as it was swallowed up by the shimmering blue light.


Rawley?