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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7618065" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 228, Part One - Legion’s Initiative</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Legion’s Initiative</strong></p><p></p><p>For countless aeons the pit fiend Brhan Kinoro had wrought chaos and destruction across the multiverse, even before he was pressed into the service of the Golden Legion. In his case, the servitude was not onerous, for his duties were to kill, enslave and destroy – all activities to which he was naturally inclined. The fact that he now did these things at the behest of Paelyrion XVIII was neither here nor there. Paelyrion was general of a detachment of the Golden Legion that had been stranded in the Gyre for thousands of years, ever since one of worlds they were conquering was destroyed by its inhabitants out of spite. However, the legion had survived, and went on to thrive in the Gyre by attacking all the new worlds that arrived, plundering them of gold, enslaving useful warriors, killing and torturing and eating the rest.</p><p></p><p>Though the ground of the Gyre was inexorably drawn into the teeth of the nebula, the legion forever marched on. Or at least they did until a few short years ago, when they conquered a plane of volcanism and strange steam-powered machinery. They renamed it Egalitrix and now it served as the flying fortress of the legion, invincible and unassailable. Brhan Kinoro was justifiably proud of the Golden Legion, and equally certain of his own terrible might.</p><p></p><p>Eighteen seconds after demanding the surrender of these hubristic mortals, he was dead.</p><p></p><p>Uru shot him, vanished, and shot him again. He didn’t even have time to shrug off the bone-pointing curse inflicted on him by Gupta. Instead, he charged blindly forward, conscious that something was wrong and that this might in fact be the end. He got a couple of sound blows in – one with his molten mace against the impassive mortal issuing the orders; another with his poison tail against the female who had cursed him – but neither of them died, as he expected. Then the second shuriken struck and that was that.</p><p></p><p>The horned devils in his squadron did not survive much longer, pinned in holy light, encased in ice, lacerated by tiger claws, stabbed, slashed and shot at, all while they tried and failed to enslave the unit with their golden chains. The two-dozen legionnaires Brhan summoned – having proven themselves able to deflect bullets with their shield – were torn apart by Quratulain’s grenades. (Most fired from the grenade launcher she had designed; one artfully tossed to Gupta, who had found herself surrounded by devils, and was excluded from the blast by Quratulain’s firesight eye.) Once reduced to manageable numbers, they were finished off by Amielle and the rest of the crew, whose fighting prowess had been raised by the leadership of Korrigan. </p><p></p><p>Among the last left standing, one of these poor creatures threw down his golden spear and shield, and positively quaked in self-revolt. “Curse these chains!” he screamed, “For without them I would yield to you, you who are more mighty than my lord, His Celestial Eruption General Paelyrion the Eighteenth! But the legion demands I defend our territory! I owe no loyalty; take my treasure! Take my prosperity! I renounce my freedom!”</p><p></p><p>Uriel stepped up and rent the chains from him, but the devil only smiled bleakly and said, “It is too late for me…” In his final moments, he told them his story, which was a sad one, and included much of what Brhan Kinoro might have told them, boastfully, had he lived. His story was interrupted mere minutes after he defied legion, as the spots on his body where the chains were wrapped turned black, and his body was eaten away like burning paper, until his bones crumbled to dust and he died in terrible agony. The last thing to be consumed were his eyes. Uriel tried to save his soul, but he no longer had one to save. Korrigan told them the end of his story, courtesy of the Humble Hook.</p><p></p><p>Though quick, the fight had not been easy. Most of the unit were exhausted now, having rode the storm from Cauldron Hill, and benefited little from the lull in the Bleak Gate, where the very air was inimical. Now they regrouped, shared healing, and prepared to assess the situation below:</p><p></p><p>A century of Golden Legionnaires marched a slow perimeter around the city of Clover, gradually widening the area it covered as it searched for fey in hiding. By now they were east of the chessboard forest, and the woods burn in their wake. They were led by a horned devil, and were accompanied four steam-powered golden thopter golems. Occasionally one of these roughly humanoid craft, having been filled with fresh prisoners, would lift off slowly and buzz like a laden bee towards a larger craft in the distance:</p><p></p><p>High above the palace, at the heart of the burning city, the legion’s grand airship, <em>Aurum Treasure</em>, hung in the air. For now, it seemed oblivious to their presence.</p><p></p><p>What to do? Save the fey from the legion below? Head straight for the palace, and try to rescue the Unseen Court? Or deal with the enemy vessel?</p><p></p><p>They opted for the latter, so as not to leave the Coaltongue under threat; meanwhile, Rock and Rumdoom headed for the downs to the south of the city, where Rock had many friends. He would find them, rescue all he could, then meet them at the palace.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7618065, member: 79141"] [b]Session 228, Part One - Legion’s Initiative[/b] [B]Legion’s Initiative[/B] For countless aeons the pit fiend Brhan Kinoro had wrought chaos and destruction across the multiverse, even before he was pressed into the service of the Golden Legion. In his case, the servitude was not onerous, for his duties were to kill, enslave and destroy – all activities to which he was naturally inclined. The fact that he now did these things at the behest of Paelyrion XVIII was neither here nor there. Paelyrion was general of a detachment of the Golden Legion that had been stranded in the Gyre for thousands of years, ever since one of worlds they were conquering was destroyed by its inhabitants out of spite. However, the legion had survived, and went on to thrive in the Gyre by attacking all the new worlds that arrived, plundering them of gold, enslaving useful warriors, killing and torturing and eating the rest. Though the ground of the Gyre was inexorably drawn into the teeth of the nebula, the legion forever marched on. Or at least they did until a few short years ago, when they conquered a plane of volcanism and strange steam-powered machinery. They renamed it Egalitrix and now it served as the flying fortress of the legion, invincible and unassailable. Brhan Kinoro was justifiably proud of the Golden Legion, and equally certain of his own terrible might. Eighteen seconds after demanding the surrender of these hubristic mortals, he was dead. Uru shot him, vanished, and shot him again. He didn’t even have time to shrug off the bone-pointing curse inflicted on him by Gupta. Instead, he charged blindly forward, conscious that something was wrong and that this might in fact be the end. He got a couple of sound blows in – one with his molten mace against the impassive mortal issuing the orders; another with his poison tail against the female who had cursed him – but neither of them died, as he expected. Then the second shuriken struck and that was that. The horned devils in his squadron did not survive much longer, pinned in holy light, encased in ice, lacerated by tiger claws, stabbed, slashed and shot at, all while they tried and failed to enslave the unit with their golden chains. The two-dozen legionnaires Brhan summoned – having proven themselves able to deflect bullets with their shield – were torn apart by Quratulain’s grenades. (Most fired from the grenade launcher she had designed; one artfully tossed to Gupta, who had found herself surrounded by devils, and was excluded from the blast by Quratulain’s firesight eye.) Once reduced to manageable numbers, they were finished off by Amielle and the rest of the crew, whose fighting prowess had been raised by the leadership of Korrigan. Among the last left standing, one of these poor creatures threw down his golden spear and shield, and positively quaked in self-revolt. “Curse these chains!” he screamed, “For without them I would yield to you, you who are more mighty than my lord, His Celestial Eruption General Paelyrion the Eighteenth! But the legion demands I defend our territory! I owe no loyalty; take my treasure! Take my prosperity! I renounce my freedom!” Uriel stepped up and rent the chains from him, but the devil only smiled bleakly and said, “It is too late for me…” In his final moments, he told them his story, which was a sad one, and included much of what Brhan Kinoro might have told them, boastfully, had he lived. His story was interrupted mere minutes after he defied legion, as the spots on his body where the chains were wrapped turned black, and his body was eaten away like burning paper, until his bones crumbled to dust and he died in terrible agony. The last thing to be consumed were his eyes. Uriel tried to save his soul, but he no longer had one to save. Korrigan told them the end of his story, courtesy of the Humble Hook. Though quick, the fight had not been easy. Most of the unit were exhausted now, having rode the storm from Cauldron Hill, and benefited little from the lull in the Bleak Gate, where the very air was inimical. Now they regrouped, shared healing, and prepared to assess the situation below: A century of Golden Legionnaires marched a slow perimeter around the city of Clover, gradually widening the area it covered as it searched for fey in hiding. By now they were east of the chessboard forest, and the woods burn in their wake. They were led by a horned devil, and were accompanied four steam-powered golden thopter golems. Occasionally one of these roughly humanoid craft, having been filled with fresh prisoners, would lift off slowly and buzz like a laden bee towards a larger craft in the distance: High above the palace, at the heart of the burning city, the legion’s grand airship, [I]Aurum Treasure[/I], hung in the air. For now, it seemed oblivious to their presence. What to do? Save the fey from the legion below? Head straight for the palace, and try to rescue the Unseen Court? Or deal with the enemy vessel? They opted for the latter, so as not to leave the Coaltongue under threat; meanwhile, Rock and Rumdoom headed for the downs to the south of the city, where Rock had many friends. He would find them, rescue all he could, then meet them at the palace. [/QUOTE]
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