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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7878509" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 250!!!</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>The Battle for Flint, Part One</strong></p><p></p><p>Rumdoom strode through Flint, from the Nettles to Bosum Strand, where his church was based. He told himself and his followers that no one would pay them any mind. There was no need to skulk. And he was right – despite his stomping footfalls (courtesy of his <em>tyrant's teeth necklace</em>), they arrived without incident, to find the grand building standing empty, locked up, unlit. The adherents of Rumschatology had proved no more resistant to the dominion of the Ob than any other citizen of Flint.</p><p></p><p>Rumdoom nodded in affirmation of something he had been thinking for a while now. He hadn’t come all this way because the church was important to him, he realised, but because it was not. Coming here just proved it, he wasn’t disappointed in his followers, or concerned for them. He couldn’t care less. He didn’t need them anymore. The end was nigh.</p><p></p><p>He turned to his immediate retinue and told them as much – that they need no longer follow him, but should seek their own destiny; their own ending. “This is the end for Rumschatology,” he said. They stood dumbfounded. One of them, whose name he couldn’t even remember, began to cry.</p><p></p><p>“What about me?” asked Hildegaard. Rumdoom looked at her blankly but did not reply. She nodded her own affirmation. “Then I will find my end by your side.”</p><p></p><p>“Me too,” said Thurgid Ironspoon.</p><p></p><p>Just then, the words of King Baldrey were broadcast across the city, and the cheered response of its citizenry filled the air. Shortly thereafter, the sky turned red. Freed from their wary injunction on telepathy, Korrigan told Rumdoom what was happening: that the Ob had flooded their lanterns with energy from the plane of Jiese and in who-knew-how-much-time, they would explode. “We need to take those lanterns down quickly,” said the king. "Rumdoom, get you head for the North Shore lamp? And maybe deal with the gun battery too."</p><p></p><p>Burning in a fire was not the kind of ending Rumdoom had in mind. He summoned his clockwork carriage and set off for the bay. Hildegaard and Thurgid went with him.</p><p></p><p>Left behind, the rest of his followers hastily conferred. That the Herald was divesting himself of followers was a sure sign of the end times. They agreed to disperse and find other adherents, to tell them to prepare.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">*</p><p></p><p>Leon and Uru were in RHC HQ having just freed Delft and co. from domination. They heard the king’s speech and received his telepathic warning. Uru took a look out of the window and saw that the red light was spreading out from the Governor’s Mansion. “Let’s deal with them in order,” he said to Leon. “You know about lanterns; I know about naughty word stuff up. Between the two of us we should be able to figure it out. Isn’t there one on the roof here?”</p><p></p><p>Delft said he would be able to handle that. Uru asked for an assurance. “All due respect, but things tend to go wrong when we leave them to other people.” Delft guaranteed that he would handle the lamp. Leon gave him a moment – to open his office door and shout orders to his people to get out on the streets and free more citizens from the hivemind – then teleported him up on to the roof. From there, he and Uru went to the Stray River tower (Gale having contacted them by <em>messenger wind</em> to say that she would handle the lantern in the Cloudwood).</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">*</p><p></p><p>“Is it shooting time?” asked Quratulain. The king said ‘yes’, but gave a general order that Harkover was not to be killed if at all possible. Quratulain fired her lantern blaster at the distant, hovering man. In response, Harkover gave a short laugh, before his body tore apart, revealing a huge dragon with crimson scales and wings scarred with defensive runes. This was the draconic tyrant who once ruled swathes of Ber under the name Inacht the Hex-Eater. Screams rose up from the citizens in Dawn Square. Inacht batted his wings and flew even higher, before bombarding the unit with unerring, flaming missiles.</p><p></p><p>Gupta, in tiger form, protected herself with the patient revenge of the Vekeshi. Harkover might not have been her foe before, but those controlling him – the ghost council – certainly were. Others had their own defences, which did not defend them entirely, but protected them from the worst of the dragon’s attacks. </p><p></p><p>“Hold on!” cried Korrigan to Kai, over his shoulder. The he flew into the air as fast as he could and, wielding the Sword of Maur Granatha, issued a proud challenge to the tyrant: radiance would punish him if he sought to harm others. Already, Korrigan could feel the rites of rulership begin to bolster him in his battle for the kingdom.</p><p></p><p>Harkover responded by flying to meet the king, shooting all five of his fiery missiles at him as he came, and opening his great maw to bite him. Korrigan flitted to one side at the last minute, and struck the dragon with his holy avenger. In that instant, an entire congress of ghosts was lit up, floating in and around the dragon’s head, barely visible but compelling loyalty from the erstwhile Principal Minister. The dragon struck back with his claws, tearing through Korrigan’s defences and marking him with a sigil that burned with its own radiant light. Then the dragon withdrew, firing on the other unit members as he did so, despite punishment from Korrigan’s challenge. Korrigan gave pursuit, swigging a potion of <em>brass skin</em> from the Borenbog’s Gourd as he went. All the while, the tyrant was subjected to blaster fire from Quratulain. </p><p></p><p>Although the city defence squads had been freed from the hivemind, the nearest lantern tower was still defended by the Ob’s mechanised soldiers. As Conquo advanced, drawing power from the earth, and growing even bigger with every step, the construct squad opened fire. Their bullets bounced off him uselessly. Now almost as big as the building itself, Conquo pulled himself up on to the roof and reached for the lantern. With terrifying ease, he smashed his fist into the tower and yanked the lantern free from its moorings. At once the air was filled with gas. “Uh, Gupta,” he said. “It’s leaking.”</p><p></p><p>By now, Gupta had given up prowling about in tiger form, waiting for the dragon to land; here was a tyrant whose cunning overcame his arrogance. So now she stood as a hybrid, aiming Reason at him. Conquo’s call interrupted her shot. She looked at the lantern building and at once came under fire from the construct squad, as did Quratulain. Ducking down, she stared in wonder at the wrecked tower and immediately yelled a warning:</p><p></p><p>“It’s going to blow!”</p><p></p><p>And it did. Conquo rode the wave of the explosion, leaping onto the rooftop of another building. Gupta stood at the very edge of the blast radius, and her hair was ruffled and slightly singed. The construct squad was obliterated and some of the city defence squad died too.</p><p></p><p>Inacht the Hex-Eater saw an opening, folded his wings and dropped like a stone, straight past Korrigan and towards his more vulnerable allies.</p><p></p><p>Quratulain readied herself and drew two blades: a dragonbane sword and a vekeshi blade.</p><p></p><p>But the dragon did not close for combat. Though its fall seemed inevitable, it suddenly spread it wings and came to an impossible halt about twenty feet up, buoyed by telekinetic magic, and scoured Gupta and Quratulain with fiery breath. Their magical fire resistance melted away, and Gupta could feel Harkover’s magic working through the blaze in other ways, drawing her life-force away to bolster his own.</p><p></p><p>Conquo threw a chunk of building at the dragon; Quratulain began a predictive equation to calculate the tyrant’s next move; Korrigan transformed into a lightning bolt and reappeared just behind the dragon’s head, then he grabbed the great beast by the horns and sought to wrestle him to the ground.</p><p></p><p>“How does it feel to be the plaything of these ghosts?” asked Gupta. Inacht the Hex-Eater felt her fey magic begin to work upon him. At once, a contingency of his own freed him from her spell and he teleported away into the distance, dropping down beneath the rooftops, out of sight.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7878509, member: 79141"] [B]Session 250!!! The Battle for Flint, Part One[/B] Rumdoom strode through Flint, from the Nettles to Bosum Strand, where his church was based. He told himself and his followers that no one would pay them any mind. There was no need to skulk. And he was right – despite his stomping footfalls (courtesy of his [I]tyrant's teeth necklace[/I]), they arrived without incident, to find the grand building standing empty, locked up, unlit. The adherents of Rumschatology had proved no more resistant to the dominion of the Ob than any other citizen of Flint. Rumdoom nodded in affirmation of something he had been thinking for a while now. He hadn’t come all this way because the church was important to him, he realised, but because it was not. Coming here just proved it, he wasn’t disappointed in his followers, or concerned for them. He couldn’t care less. He didn’t need them anymore. The end was nigh. He turned to his immediate retinue and told them as much – that they need no longer follow him, but should seek their own destiny; their own ending. “This is the end for Rumschatology,” he said. They stood dumbfounded. One of them, whose name he couldn’t even remember, began to cry. “What about me?” asked Hildegaard. Rumdoom looked at her blankly but did not reply. She nodded her own affirmation. “Then I will find my end by your side.” “Me too,” said Thurgid Ironspoon. Just then, the words of King Baldrey were broadcast across the city, and the cheered response of its citizenry filled the air. Shortly thereafter, the sky turned red. Freed from their wary injunction on telepathy, Korrigan told Rumdoom what was happening: that the Ob had flooded their lanterns with energy from the plane of Jiese and in who-knew-how-much-time, they would explode. “We need to take those lanterns down quickly,” said the king. "Rumdoom, get you head for the North Shore lamp? And maybe deal with the gun battery too." Burning in a fire was not the kind of ending Rumdoom had in mind. He summoned his clockwork carriage and set off for the bay. Hildegaard and Thurgid went with him. Left behind, the rest of his followers hastily conferred. That the Herald was divesting himself of followers was a sure sign of the end times. They agreed to disperse and find other adherents, to tell them to prepare. [CENTER]*[/CENTER] Leon and Uru were in RHC HQ having just freed Delft and co. from domination. They heard the king’s speech and received his telepathic warning. Uru took a look out of the window and saw that the red light was spreading out from the Governor’s Mansion. “Let’s deal with them in order,” he said to Leon. “You know about lanterns; I know about naughty word stuff up. Between the two of us we should be able to figure it out. Isn’t there one on the roof here?” Delft said he would be able to handle that. Uru asked for an assurance. “All due respect, but things tend to go wrong when we leave them to other people.” Delft guaranteed that he would handle the lamp. Leon gave him a moment – to open his office door and shout orders to his people to get out on the streets and free more citizens from the hivemind – then teleported him up on to the roof. From there, he and Uru went to the Stray River tower (Gale having contacted them by [I]messenger wind[/I] to say that she would handle the lantern in the Cloudwood). [CENTER]*[/CENTER] “Is it shooting time?” asked Quratulain. The king said ‘yes’, but gave a general order that Harkover was not to be killed if at all possible. Quratulain fired her lantern blaster at the distant, hovering man. In response, Harkover gave a short laugh, before his body tore apart, revealing a huge dragon with crimson scales and wings scarred with defensive runes. This was the draconic tyrant who once ruled swathes of Ber under the name Inacht the Hex-Eater. Screams rose up from the citizens in Dawn Square. Inacht batted his wings and flew even higher, before bombarding the unit with unerring, flaming missiles. Gupta, in tiger form, protected herself with the patient revenge of the Vekeshi. Harkover might not have been her foe before, but those controlling him – the ghost council – certainly were. Others had their own defences, which did not defend them entirely, but protected them from the worst of the dragon’s attacks. “Hold on!” cried Korrigan to Kai, over his shoulder. The he flew into the air as fast as he could and, wielding the Sword of Maur Granatha, issued a proud challenge to the tyrant: radiance would punish him if he sought to harm others. Already, Korrigan could feel the rites of rulership begin to bolster him in his battle for the kingdom. Harkover responded by flying to meet the king, shooting all five of his fiery missiles at him as he came, and opening his great maw to bite him. Korrigan flitted to one side at the last minute, and struck the dragon with his holy avenger. In that instant, an entire congress of ghosts was lit up, floating in and around the dragon’s head, barely visible but compelling loyalty from the erstwhile Principal Minister. The dragon struck back with his claws, tearing through Korrigan’s defences and marking him with a sigil that burned with its own radiant light. Then the dragon withdrew, firing on the other unit members as he did so, despite punishment from Korrigan’s challenge. Korrigan gave pursuit, swigging a potion of [I]brass skin[/I] from the Borenbog’s Gourd as he went. All the while, the tyrant was subjected to blaster fire from Quratulain. Although the city defence squads had been freed from the hivemind, the nearest lantern tower was still defended by the Ob’s mechanised soldiers. As Conquo advanced, drawing power from the earth, and growing even bigger with every step, the construct squad opened fire. Their bullets bounced off him uselessly. Now almost as big as the building itself, Conquo pulled himself up on to the roof and reached for the lantern. With terrifying ease, he smashed his fist into the tower and yanked the lantern free from its moorings. At once the air was filled with gas. “Uh, Gupta,” he said. “It’s leaking.” By now, Gupta had given up prowling about in tiger form, waiting for the dragon to land; here was a tyrant whose cunning overcame his arrogance. So now she stood as a hybrid, aiming Reason at him. Conquo’s call interrupted her shot. She looked at the lantern building and at once came under fire from the construct squad, as did Quratulain. Ducking down, she stared in wonder at the wrecked tower and immediately yelled a warning: “It’s going to blow!” And it did. Conquo rode the wave of the explosion, leaping onto the rooftop of another building. Gupta stood at the very edge of the blast radius, and her hair was ruffled and slightly singed. The construct squad was obliterated and some of the city defence squad died too. Inacht the Hex-Eater saw an opening, folded his wings and dropped like a stone, straight past Korrigan and towards his more vulnerable allies. Quratulain readied herself and drew two blades: a dragonbane sword and a vekeshi blade. But the dragon did not close for combat. Though its fall seemed inevitable, it suddenly spread it wings and came to an impossible halt about twenty feet up, buoyed by telekinetic magic, and scoured Gupta and Quratulain with fiery breath. Their magical fire resistance melted away, and Gupta could feel Harkover’s magic working through the blaze in other ways, drawing her life-force away to bolster his own. Conquo threw a chunk of building at the dragon; Quratulain began a predictive equation to calculate the tyrant’s next move; Korrigan transformed into a lightning bolt and reappeared just behind the dragon’s head, then he grabbed the great beast by the horns and sought to wrestle him to the ground. “How does it feel to be the plaything of these ghosts?” asked Gupta. Inacht the Hex-Eater felt her fey magic begin to work upon him. At once, a contingency of his own freed him from her spell and he teleported away into the distance, dropping down beneath the rooftops, out of sight. [/QUOTE]
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