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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 137051" data-attributes="member: 2020">The Onslaught of the AngelsIuz and his retinue, his army, and the Red Armada, are closing on the Blood Waste.  Standing between them and the Blood Waste, are the Angels (PL 4,000)  The Angels:  ethereal, clothed in gauze, their bodies visible through the gauze but translucent in themselves, hair shining and long, possibly male, possibly female.  From the Angels, emanates ... sorrow and anger.  The Angels, draw their slender swords.  Long, delicate looking, glowing with a gentle white light.  There are only a few hundred Angels.  Now, the world of Oerth bears witness to what a few hundred Angels, can do.  - - -  The Angels, grow.  They do not grow physically, they grow in stature.  They appear to Iuz and his minions as pillars of strength, then like great monuments of strength, then it seems like the strength of entire battalions lies in every one of them.  Then, they appear as strong and huge as mountains themselves.  The white light emanating from them grows, and as it grows it becomes terrifying and unendurable.  It grows more and more brilliant and terrifying, and more unendurable.  It grows.  It GROWS.  It grows until the whole Flanaess are lit up, as if a hydrogen bomb flash was going off just north of the Blood Waste.  This projection of power is simply too much for mortal flesh to withstand.  The Firelanders shriek in agony, falling back, turning to run.  But the power catches them, and they find themselves rooted to the ground, the air knocked out of their lungs.  The power emanating against them becomes too great - their flesh begins to melt from them, like they were overheated wax (think of the payback scene at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.)  They do not die quickly ... they die screaming in pain, alive until the very absolute end, as the anger of the Angels kills them.  That anger beats against Iuz like a hurricane force wind.  It does not harm him, but it is like looking into a blast furnace.  Iuz realizes that he cannot progress further without fighting - the Angels will stop any magical attempts to bypass them.  The Red Armada, slightly better protected, nevertheless falls back from the wrath of the Angels.  The Angels speak no words.  No words are needed.    The Angels raise their hands, and lightning bolts - thousands of them, branching and multiplying as they go - lance out, blasting through the front ranks of the Red Armada, instantly freeing the souls as the Red Curse is shattered.  The bolts blast through dozens of bodies each before they are exhausted.  The Angels give a cry, a single cry from all their throats.  Even Iuz is deafened.  Rocks, shatter into flinders.  Trees, shatter and are blown away as if a tornado had hit them.  Shrubs, disintegrate.  The Weave itself is shocked, knocked around, it's strands broken or redone.  The earth explodes, buried rocks shattering and rocketing hundreds of feet into the air.  Overhead, storm clouds instantly form as the atmosphere reacts, and an instant deluge of torrential rain and hail the size of baseballs hits the whole area.  The Firelanders, explode.    Into little pieces.  The pieces are caught in the shriek, and vanish.    The Firelanders, further away, die as their internal organs rupture, and bones break.  The Firelanders and other living minions of Iuz, still further away, collapse in pain, eardrums shattered, hearts laboring, all the strength knocked out of them like they had received a blow to the stomach from a titan.  The Red Armada's front lines are destroyed by the Cry of the Angels.  Those further back are knocked head over heels, and stunned.  Those even further back, are knocked silly, deafened, and stand unable to act.  Then the Angels, charge.  Their faces are still sad, or solemn, as they close with the ranks of the Red Armada, and with Iuz.  Swords of light slice through Red Warriors in an instant, leaving the weapons brought up to parry the attack cloven in two.  Iuz, suddenly finds himself surrounded by about a dozen angry Angels, all of whom raise their swords.  Then, they attack.</blockquote>

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