From: Jeff Huo Subject: Re: IC: Wolves Glen Pub Date: 12 Nov 2000 00:00:00 GMT Message-ID: References: <4a1968d4e2lb@argonet.co.uk> <20001107063648.01082.00000182@ng-cn1.aol.com> <4a19f39e83lb@argonet.co.uk> <3a0936f0.5313362@news.demon.co.uk> <4a1a7699b6lb@argonet.co.uk> <3A0AAF47.E07174B1@student.unsw.edu.nos.pam.au> <4a1afe18c8lb@argonet.co.uk> <3A0BED4C.49A3250D@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au> <3A0D6BDB.7F968621@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au> <3a0de6dc.4128717@news.demon.co.uk> <3A0E053F.1F21E37E@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au> <3a0e8863.6724996@news.demon.co.uk> <3A0E907F.D28843D0@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au> X-Trace: news.itd.umich.edu 974080306 207.75.178.186 (Sun, 12 Nov 2000 20:51:46 EST) Organization: Denizens of the Wolverine White Coat Ghetto NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 20:51:46 EST Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.storyteller In article <3A0E907F.D28843D0@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au>, z2214076@student.unsw.edu.NOS.PAM.au says... > Justine Rogers wrote: > > > "You, Astarial? Your methods sound vaugly hermetic, if you can follow > > join in." And with that she starts chanting again, a web of light > > surrounding the area where Mirabelle is. Not touching or affecting > > the sidhe in anyway, just waiting. People who can see such things > > will notice that there's two effects in place, one to channel mundane > > energy away, the other to channel magickal. "I suggest that everybody > > leave to watch from a safe distance, I'm certainly going to." And she > > does, going to stand somewhere out in the middle of the pub carpark. > > Julia nods. "Anybody else who wants to wait outside, > feel free. Jase, I would appreciate it if you'd go > out and mind my car - I recommend crouching on the other > side of it." [OOC: In response to a variety of questions... ] Time index 300...299...298... [OOC: Maia's predictive ability covered what would happen to Mirabelle herself. The answer is nothing through time index 150. But it didn't cover what could happen -because- of Mirabelle that doesn't actually affect Mirabelle herself....since after all, no rote can predict what is happening in another dimention. It has been speculated to date that what is in Mirabelle is (a) an autodestruct device, (b) an automatic recall system that is damaged. You're about to get evidence that there might be a (c) involved.... And it has also been specuated that Mirabelle was merely a madwoamn spewing a fantasy that existed only in her mind.] Without warning, in a clear space in front of where Julia works, a ten by ten foot square sheet of energy suddenly opens up. The sheet of gentle light resolves, and one is now looking through a doorway in midair --a doorway to another world. The doorway opens up into what looks like some kind of high-tech machine bay crossed with a magician's chantery crossed with the Emerald City --a wide, circular room, perhaps a few hundred feet in diameter, with a great crystal dome above it. Through that dome one can see the evening sky. Two rows of balconies ring the great room: the doorway appears to be standing in the middle of the room, on a small dias. About thirty feet away, in front of the door, stand two black stone columns, and a line of lights mark an aisle from them to the door. Between the columns stands a robed Magus, one hand on each column. Her face is strained, pained, obvious since her hands are being consumed --nay, her whole body-- with magical fire. And all around her are almost a hundred armor-clad soldiers and various monsters locked in desparate hand-to-hand combat. Energy and magical bolts of energy criss-cross the room; the roar of explosions, the war-cries of the fighting, the screams of the dying. The smell of cordite, ozone and fire is overpowering. Everywhere Glamour and Magick burn and burst; flames burn, and bodies groan or lay still. The livery of the soldiers is difficult to pick out; most appeared equipped with the same armor that Mirabelle is wearing, tho some fight in jumpsuits, robes or civillian clothes, others in larger, heavier armored suits. A ten-foot-tall mecha crashed through a doorway far to the back and then instantly disappears in a massive fireball. Many of the soldiers wear flags on their backs, like the Samurai warriors of old, and on them fly many coats of arms --the white Lion rampant on red, the Griffin, the Silver Unicorn, the Dragon and Star, the Silver Tree, the Harp and Rose, the Gear and Key. Still other warriors cut themselves with blades before unleashing massive magicks or slay their opponennts with the motions of Do. Monsters of all kinds, from low-crawling three-foot wide spiders to monstrosities the size of small buildings fight as well. And through the dome above, one can watch Dragons, flying soldiers, and atmospheric craft of all kinds, from fighters to massive dreadnaughts that blot the sun, locked in combat. It is war on a scale perhaps only Astarial has ever known. ...297...296...295...294... Many of the warriors suddenly realize the existence of the gateway. There are cries of triumph and horror, and instantly the battle converges both on the gateway and on the Magus in the back. Cries of "The Pub! The Pub!" "For the King!" "Death to Traitors!" fill the air. A green-clad knight, sans helmet, is the first to reach the door's threshold, a smile of triumph on his face as he recognizes the prone Mirabelle as one of his own. "You did it! FOR LEANHAUN!" he cries as he closes the last few feet to the gateway.... ...then he stops dead in total shock as he looks directly as Leigh... "Your Highness?" he stammers -- and then from behind with a guttural warcry a red-clad armored Pooka Lioness decapitates him with a flaming broadsword. She then, without stopping, drives the blade into the chest of a second-green-clad knight behind her, then screams in horror as -something- huge and hideous charges into her from the right hand side and literally rips her in half in a massive spray of blood. A concussive explosion follows, consuming the Thing. A black-clad knight tries to cross the threshold before being tackled from behind by a massive troll and having his neck snapped. The troll himself is blown apart by an energy beam. A white robed gentleman, the familiar design of the Chorister Cross on a pendant around his neck, plants himself, back to the Pub, before the gateway, throwing up a huge energy field, as if to block the gateway from a horde of attackers. Flashes of lightening crash in front of him, and at least two other warriors are seen to be incinerated before him by his power. Massive magics flash and blaze before with a horiffic scream he is literally hewn in half, from left shoulder to right leg. The battle-crazed, leather-clad Redcap who did it suddenly bursts into flame, screaming, and topples backward away from the door. ...293...292...291...290... Another soldier tries to dive through the gateway --but as he does, in the background, one can see that the Magus herself has been attacked --magic blazes against magic, and suddenly the Magi is run through with a spear. As she sags to the ground, she lets go of the columns --and the gateway snaps shut just as the soldier's hand breaks the plane of the gateway --and it cut clean off like the slice of a guillotine. From start to finish, ten seconds. Mirabelle never even but once moved. Not a thing changed. But there is a severed hand on the floor of the Pub to show that it was no dream. And the countdown continues... > > Maia > > OoH > > -I have complete confidence in my magick, I just don't know how much > > energy is going to be released. > > Julia, Lasombra > I have rather less confidence in my Sidhe-defusing skills. > Did I mention that anybody with more clues on what to do > is welcome to volunteer their aid? -? [It would appear "homing beacon" is part of the mix...] -- Jeff Huo | jeff@spundreams.net.nospam (remove nospam) U. Michigan Med | http://www.spundreams.net/~jeff New to the group? Welcome! Please visit http://www.pepin.demon.co.uk/wolves/ IC Character sheets at http://www.spundreams.net/~jeff/wgpatum.html