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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1517854" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT:  051“Pre-show Game Event”DM Nomadis, DM Furi and DM Blackblood each took their stations.  DM Furi , a beholder, hovered into place and allowed the assistants to place the Crown of Awareness on its large round scaled body it had for a head.  This magical and psionic artifact allowed it to be aware and manipulate the events within The World Below.  It savored these moments.  The anticipation was great.  It was better than any drug or act of evil it had ever committed.  The best part-  it was heralded as a creature of greatness while doing this.DM Blackblood, a ½ fiend mutant, quietly took his position.  He lets out his breathe slowly that it held for the past minute without even knowing it.  Once it sucked in fresh air he nodded to the assistants whom placed a headpiece similar to the Crown of Awareness.  This Crown of Revenge allowed him to communicate with The World Below and activate specialized traps and holdings.  An eerie and malign smile creased its face as the awareness and sensations came slowly of what was within.DM Nomadis paced a bit.  The energy he felt was great.  He knew something unique would come from today’s show.  Deep down he just knew it.  With a short but loud “Ready” that escapes from his mouth, he settles down to have the assistants place his Crown of Attention onto his head.  This artifact allowed him to share the senses with the other two crowns and to communicate with the viewing crystals.  All that remained was the fourth and empty seat.  DM Shelly was always late.  But still, one could set a clock on when she would appear.  The Mind Flayer would port in, blood still on it’s tentacles from a last moment snack and wait impatiently for the assistants to place a Crown of Sensation on her soft and cold head.  With this crown, she could sense the emotions of any within The World Below.The warrior teams had long since been gathered and waited for the event to begin.  It was difficult for the Security force to keep some apart from each other.  Feuds often occurred in the taverns and bathhouses in the city of Carkartus.  The paladin and fiends had already had two confrontations.  The orcs tried to tempt the elves into conflict.  Their elven was poor, but the elves understood the racial and sexual insults.DM Nomadis decided it was time to begin the pre-show and present the first surprise of the event.  With a nod or glare from each DM, it began.  The assistants scurried off as the crowns powered up to the fullest level.  The surprises held within became to reveal their locations and temperament.  Traps were primed and holding cells unlocked their primary safety-locks alerting those held within to be alert.The World Below calls outThe World Below calls withinThe World Below calls to youWelcome to The World BelowDM Nomadis begins-   “Welcome to our latest and greatest event yet …of The World Below.  Today we will witness the fighting and casting abilities of such great racial rivals as the Blackstone Orcs and the Greenleaf Elves.  We will see the violent play of good vs evil as the Paladin of Heironeous and the Warriors of Bane dance a dance of death!  But what else?  What else?  We have these teams also-  Team: Athas.  Trained as gladiators for all of their lives and they have the scars to prove it!  Who else?  Who else?  We have the survivors of last year’s Grand Melee Team: The Fatal Five!”Images of DM Nomadis and the other DMs disappear and are replaced by images of the Fatal Five. Fiends!DM Nomadis pauses and gives a knowing smile to his co-DMs.  “The rules are simple.  The last surviving team leaves.  They leave with anything they have found within The World Below.  This includes weapons, gold, trophies and even magical and psionic artifacts.  As always- we have the Hounds.”  He pauses again for effect.“The hounds are back viewers!  The greatest warriors and survivors of The World Below whom choose to stay behind to become a Hound.  Hounds are warriors that hunt the teams and look to remove them from the event.  They gain riches and rewards for each individual and team removed.”Images of a ½ Ogress tearing a male human cleric in two appear.  Another image of a drow cleric flaying a goblin mage alive and another image of a ½ dragon barbarian tearing into a team of elven archers caught unaware begin to swirl and stack.  DM Nomadis can almost taste the excitement brewing outside.Outside, fans and members of Carkartus stand tightly together looking at each of the starting points of teams and hounds in hopes of seeing their favorites.  “LET THE WORLD BELOW BEGIN!”Large heavy iron gates begin to lift that allow team members to enter the ruins.  An energy grid is activated that blankets the ruins to limit the advantage of flight.  This grid is similar to the city protections used by some elven societies.  The teams and Hounds enter the ruins under the thunderous roar of praise and approval and the gates close again.“So now, let us-“  DM Nomadis is interrupted abruptly by DM Shelly whom snarls.  “There is a planar disturbance ripping into the audience!”The wretched refuge of Carkartus leap and trample others as a sizzling ball of energy begins to appear and grow within their masses.  Forms appear within.The DMs each look at the others demanding to know whom arranged for this.Out rushes a human fighter wearing gleaming scale armor whom carries only a shield that seems to reflect the cosmos.  Behind him, a large human in full platemail.  He holds a large falchion.  The look on his face invites no argument.  Following him, a woman with flowing silken robes and a staff.  The air rushes about her lifting her hair making it look alive.  A rogue leaps out holding something that looks like a cross between a light cross bow and a blackjack.  He slowly down and gives a wave to the younger women watching.  Finally a platemailed female cleric steps out giving the rogue a gentle push.  A black cat rushes and bounds from between her feet.  The planar gate closes.“Who is this?!?!?  I did not order this!” Squeals in rage DM Nomadis.  DM Furi’s lone large eye flares in anti-magical rage.  “Intruders!”  Each of its ten tentacled eyes leans in to the viewing crystal in anger and awe.    DM Blackblood smiles.  “More to play with.”  His twisted but talented mind begins to break down the probable strengths and weaknesses of the new team and begins to think of ways to “play” with them.  DM Shelly smiles.  “They come with a purpose.  They seek something within The World Below.  Some know what they have entered.  Some think it is just another battlefield.  I want to educate them.”  The DMs each look to DM Nomadis for the final decision.  Having little choice in the matter, his own mind and talents search for a spin on this.“And as a final surprise, we have Team Planar.   Humans looking to prove themselves.  They want to face, meet and test their skills against the best!  Who are we to turn them down?”</blockquote>

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