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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 853010" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 055“First Wave”Fasston couldn’t believe this.  Dretches were everywhere.  The Tanar’ri were killing fleeing folks and enjoying it.  An occasional Quasit was seen buzzing by.  The templars could not hold them back.  The ½ Giants were ineffective if they could not hit the things.  More than one ½ Giant lay on the street dead or dying.  His blade stunk of their blood and already looked tarnished.  An explosion of a fireball drew his attention away from the skyline to the ground.  Several crispy remains fell back to the ground.  On the building next door stood a woman in white robes.  “Daina..?”The battle was a losing one.  Fasston suspected a portal was opened directly to their plane of the Abyss. But of course, if this was done, where were the larger and more powerful ones?  These creatures were lowly grunts without direction.  Where were the Marilith or Balor?  He looked up to the woman again.  She fired off another Lightning bolt at some fleeing Dretch.  They too exploded when a crater formed from where they once stood.“Over kill my dear Daina.  There is no flamboyance in that…little style.”  Fasston moved onward hoping to reach the next group before her.  She methodology was too extreme here.  Her very presence may bring the Shadow-King out of his fortress- the Naggaramkam.  She disappears with a popping sound as he goes by her building.  If she saw him, she did not acknowledge it at the least.Dhojakt was tearing into the creatures.  He had destroyed over two dozen already.  He was forming a small wall of dead Dretch and Quasits around him when he heard a new voice in his mind.  A very unwelcome one.  It was sweet and nice but had a mark of hatred and sarcasm at the same time.  “Where is your father little bugman?  Need I settle for you?”  Dhojakt’s mental defenses were torn wide as an image of a blonde winged woman holding a blazing great sword in one hand and a staff of the Magi in the other appeared over his blackened chitin shelled self.  Regaining his confidence, his shell withdrew and formed instead a suit of purple energized armor.  His cylop appearance disappearing completely except for his black reflective eyes.  “Go away Daina!  I have no time for your games now.  Go play Avangion somewhere else.  Get out of my head- Now!” His mind is freed of her image but his limbs won’t respond.  In the few moments he was left dazed a dozen Dretch have swarmed onto him and trying to bite, claw and tear apart the unnatural creature.  Little is accomplished by their efforts as he shrugs them off.  “There will come a day Daina…there will come a day.”He bites, claws and uses magic to cut a path through the dozens of Dretch.  Several templars are beginning to resurface now.  They do little at first relying on their authority to caste fear into the creatures.  The templars greatest weapon is useless against them.  They fear nothing that a mortal can do to them.  Dhojakt reaches the main building of the Adee noble family.  Within their house is the portal.  He could smell it yesterday.  Its strength overwhelmed him then.  Now he is prepared for it.  Now he has the tools to close the portal once he finds it.Keela hopes this will end soon.  She was told not to enter battle since she was in preparation for the Union but she couldn’t sit back.  Not when fellow sisters of the templerate were being killed.  She and a force of 10 templars with 5 ½ Giants and dozen-seasoned guards worked slowly through the streets reclaiming it block by block.  A moan caught her attention.  Uncertain of what to expect she walked around body parts of Dretch and humanoids alike.  A blast had torn into a building.  Inside, partly covered by debris, lay Mania.  He was clinging to life.Her features softened seeing the man she thought she loved lying in a pool of blood.  Then she thought about it.  Her soft features disappeared in a scowl then utter contempt.  She gave him a swift kick in the side.  The sound suggested serious internal injuries.  He was going to be dead soon.  Only his will to live (OOC- Stabilize Self) kept him alive.  She kneels down to whisper into his ear gently.“I could save you…now, instantly healing you.   I could place you out of misery and step on your neck.  However, you specifically told me not to…never to do anything for you again.  I leave you to die slowly.  I hope you are aware enough to know I am here and have said these words.  It is a Nibenese tradition to give a gift to the dead.  This gift represents the living promise to the dead.  A pact if you will.  My promise is- I will destroy you, the Greenes and the V Alliance before I die.  The gift I give you- a potion of healing.  Too bad no one here will give it to you.  Die painfully Mania.  Or at least just Die.” She gets up after leaving the potion in his hand.  She went as far as closing his hand about it as if he died trying to drink it.  She then goes up the street to a controlled area aiding the injured templars first, the ½ Giants next then finds she has no means or wants to aid the commoners.</blockquote>

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