Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)
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				Title: <strong>Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 07:39:26</strong>
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				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106910.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106910.0)&nbsp; OOC thread.<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106912.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106912.0)&nbsp; Character Thread.&nbsp; (Approved Sheets only please.)<br><br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107981.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107981.0)&nbsp; Romance/Sex Thread.<br><br><em>In the year 2148, explorers on Mars discovered the remains of an ancient spacefaring civilization.&nbsp; In the decades that followed, these mysterious artifacts revealed startling new technologies, enabling travel to the furthest stars.&nbsp; The basis for this incredible technology was a force capable of controlling the very fabric of space and time.<br><br>They called it the greatest discovery in human history.<br><br>The civilizations of the galaxy call it....<br><br>MASS EFFECT.</em><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg (http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg)&nbsp; Toril World Map.<br><br><strong>Current Location;&nbsp; Toril, in the southwestern edge of the Milky Way Galaxy.&nbsp; Time is 12;00 P.M.&nbsp; Exact location is Baldur's Gate, northern edge in Bloodmire Manor.&nbsp; Current objective is to clear out the mansion and to discover why people are turning up mutilated.....if they turn up at all.</strong><br><br>Having just picked the lock to the wooden double doors, the cloaked elven warrior sighed heavily as her dexterous hands hovered over her father's blades she had inherited a century and a half ago.&nbsp; Icingdeath and Twinkle were about as famous as her father was, and now they were hers.&nbsp; She treated them with the utmost respect and cared for them quite well, but they were going to be needed now as unearthly growls and other noises filtered down the halls of Bloodmire Manor.&nbsp; A while back, (a couple of centuries to be precise,) this place had been the scene of horrific human experimentation by the former heiress to this massive estate by the name of Luvia Bloodmire, but her reign had come to an end when it was discovered by adventurers hired back then that she was to blame for the malformed creatures running about the place, made up of human body parts for the most part.&nbsp; That wasn't even the half of it of course since she had been paid quite handsomely, (blood money begot blood money it would seem,) by a dark organization that had sought to gain ultimate power over the Western Heartlands by using the Onyx Tower a ghost of Baldur's Gate past, a soldier and hero back in her day, to make shadow gates and to spread their influence everywhere by using these gates.&nbsp; No matter the history, the dark elven woman closed the door behind her and pulled her swords free, but not before pulling the hood of her cloak away so her brown eyes could get a better look at the dark interior of this place.&nbsp; Dust and cobwebs covered almost everything, but the smell of blood was thick in the air as Twinkle gave a soft blueish glow, telling her that danger was near.&nbsp; She didn't have long to wait as a hideously malformed creature that stood on two legs climbed down one of three flights of stairs and shambled up to her, its right arm a scythe like weapon while the other once belonged to a human from the looks of it.&nbsp; Its eyes were covered by a black blindfold, telling her it couldn't see but its hearing would make up for it most likely.&nbsp; This thing was once a person, just like the last time things like this had been made, which meant that whoever was here now had taken up Luvia's old research into human experimentation.&nbsp; That didn't bode well for the rest of Baldur's Gate, or the rest of Faerun for that matter.<br><br>Ducking under the first attack, the dark elf grinned as Twinkle parried the second from its human arm, easily severing it at the elbow, gaining a scream of agony as it tried to impale the agile elf, only to hit nothing but air as she got around the attack and behind the creature, having spun to the right.&nbsp; Icingdeath ended its pitiful existence, going into its back and out the front of its misshapen chest, right where its heart was.&nbsp; Of course, that was assuming it even had one, and if it did that it was in the same place as a normal person's was.&nbsp; Thankfully it held true this time as the creature fell after she pulled her sword free.&nbsp; There were plenty more where that had come from however, and not all of them were human like in appearance either since it sounded like there were more animal like creatures coming her way.&nbsp; A poisoned dart shot from the tail of a dog like creature answered that question, just missing her as she rolled to the left as four such creatures ran down all three stairwells, two of which taking the middle flight that lay before her.&nbsp; Well, this was going to be interesting.&nbsp; Easily slipping between the barrage that followed, Giselle Do'Urden's brown eyes seemed to shine brightly for a moment as she tossed Icingdeath into the air and held out her open palm, the fingers spread open, and fired off an orb of lightning from her hand up the middle flight of stairs.&nbsp; The two dog like creatures were fried with the energy within the lightning orb as it floated slowly on by.&nbsp; Catching her sword by its handle right before having to move again, her mithril chainmail armor taking one of the poisoned darts without letting it punch through, Giselle's long silver hair flowed out behind her as she plunged Twinkle up to the hilt within the third creature's head, right down its deformed throat before pulling it out by slicing part of its head in half as she used the dead body as a shield against the last of the demon like dogs after getting behind it.<br><br>Heading up the left flight of stairs that led to the same hallway all the way around until a single door was found between the right and middle stairs, Giselle slipped behind the wall that separated the three and stealthily moved to a better position to take out the last of them before it did the same to her.&nbsp; There was still more beyond this main entrance hall, but she wasn't worried about them just yet as she spotted the thing moving up the middle flight of stairs.&nbsp; It didn't see her since her black skin and clothing gave her the advantage.&nbsp; Waiting until it was on the landing, Giselle quickly pulled herself away from the wall as Twinkle was put into its sheath and her free hand now formed a small sickly green orb of energy within it before she fired it off at her target.&nbsp; Melf's Acid Arrow was especially effective against living targets, and extremely effective against trolls.&nbsp; It seemed to hold true to this stitched together dog thing since while man made, it still had flesh and bone to it which gave her Acid Arrow plenty to consume as the creature became a puddle of green goo.&nbsp; It might have been a horrible way to die, but considering it was the sum of several creatures' body parts, it wasn't technically alive anymore anyway.&nbsp; Moving on, Giselle slipped into the next hallway, hoping she'd find the person responsible for these horrible creatures before she became the next one to be lined up on some operating table.<br><br>((I didn't add anything for Shepard or any of our other alien friends only because I'm leaving that to you guys already out amongst the stars.&nbsp; I have a plan however to get you down here so don't worry about rushing out here just yet.&nbsp; Anyway, good luck to us all.&nbsp; Also Elf?&nbsp; You might want to head this way yourself lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 07:10:27</strong>
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				The Normandy just finished its jump using the Mass Relay, putting it in the same system as Eden Prime. The Normandy was on its first real flight where it was going to be testing out the new drive it had, which was to help it hide its emissions and make it almost invisible. Though it seemed odd to some on board to be doing the test near Eden Prime if this was suppose to just be a test flight. The fact that there was a full crew, instead of the standard skeleton crew, and that there was a Turian Agent, specter none the less, lead to people wondering what was going on. There was just so much that seemed to be off about this mission, but it didn't seem like it was bad just something was off. The crew on the way there had been talking a lightly about this issue, but only to themselves not to Elizabeth or to Captain Anderson, who was also on board. Joker announced over the ships system that they had arrived at in the system and that they would be reaching their destination soon.<br><br>Elizabeth had been sitting on her bed thinking things over when she heard the announcement. Her thoughts were still wondering about just what was going on as she moved to sit up in her bed. She was currently dressed in her standard issue jump uniform, as she typically was when she was on a ship or not on a mission. She sat there on the bed for a few minutes stretching and getting ready for what was to come. Eventually she made her way out off of the bed and towards the mess hall, to grab something to eat before the mission was to start. She grabbed one of the plates, that had a set of rations on it and sat down and took a few bites out of it another announcement came from Joker. "Commander Shepard, Captain Anderson asks you to report to the briefing room" was all he said. Elizabeth let out an almost inaudible sigh as she quickly stood up and made her way up the stairs to the comm/briefing room, where Anderson and The Turain were waiting for her.<br><br>"Evening Captain Anderson and Nihlus Kryik" she said saluting Capt. Anderson and giving a nod salute to Nihlus.<br><br>"At ease commander, as I you most likely guessed this mission is more than just a standard testing flight of the Normandy. The real mission is to covertly pick up a Prothean Beacon, that was discovered on Eden Prime by our scientists and that we are bringing back to the citadel. There is also a second nature to this mission and that is you, commander Shepard. You have been chosen to be evaluated to see if you have what it takes to be spectre, the first human spectre and that is why Nihlus is here, he will be evaluating your performance on this mission" Captain Anderson said once Commander Shepard had saluted.<br><br>"That's right Commander Shepard I am here to test your abilities and see if you have what it takes to be spectre" Nihlus said chiming in.<br><br>Elizabeth was a bit taken a back at first, though quickly recovered her composure and looked between them. "Sounds like there is a lot more riding on this mission, now. I will do this mission to the best of my ability" she said.<br><br>"Good, now-" Captain Anderson began when Joker interrupted him. "Sorry to interrupt you Captain, but we have a message from the surface, patching it through now."<br><br>On the screen a distress call played asking for any near by alliance or allied fleets to come and Eden Prime as it was under attack. It appeared to be the Geth leading the assault and a strange ship that appeared to be in the atmosphere. The three of them looked at each other as a new urgency came to the mission. "Shepard prepare your squad we will be dropping you off as soon as you can. Your mission is to get to secure the beacon first, and save anyone you can second. We don't know what it has on it and we can't let them get to it first" Captain Anderson said. <br><br>Elizabeth saluted the two and quickly moved out of the comm room and headed towards the bridge. "Joker tell my squad to assemble in the hanger, we will be briefed on our mission there" she said before making her way back to her room to put on her armor. Once her armor was on she got her weapons and began to make her way down to the hanger and&nbsp; where she hoped her squad had arrived by the time she got there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 07:48:32</strong>
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				Wolff leaned against the wall in the hanger examining his pistol. He wondered why a turain spectre was on board and what this mission was really about. Wolff had already eaten about an hour ago, but the small amount of rations weren't that great. Nothing compared to a home cooked meal his mom prepared for him once. He sighed and looked around the room seeing no one else he took off his helmet and scratched his head. He sat down on a crate and yawned leading his head back against the wall and reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes and put one to his mouth lighting it. Just as he did he heard joker over the intercom telling Shepard's squad to meet in the hanger.<br><br>He sighed and took one long puff of his cigarette before putting it out. Wolff put his helmet back on and grabbed his pistol. He cursed slightly to himself as he realized he left his rifle in his room. Wolff quickly rushed to the elevator and stepped in and click on the button that lead to the living quarters of the ship. He darted to his room and quickly picked up his M-8 Avenger and ran back to the elevator. He didn't want to be late, especially when there was a spectre on board and he wanted to make a good impression so the spectre could see that humans could be just as good if not better than any other race in the council. By time he got back to the hanger he noticed no one was there yet and he sighed in relief. He stood at attention waiting for someone to come down the elevator and debrief him on the mission at hand. He looked around the metallic room and smiled lightly, this was a good ship and would most likely become a standard in the military. He shrugged off the idea of this ship becoming a standard considering the parts needed for a ship such as this one.<br><br>"Damn what's taking so long. . . I hope The commander arrives soon. . ." Wolf said to himself in a low tone almost inaudible. He checked over his M-3 Predator then his M-8 Avenger. The rifle folded up and he placed it on his back. Wolff heard a noise coming from the elevator shaft and saw the spectre on it. He smirked and watched the spectre carefully. The spectre nodded at Wolff and Wolff nodded back to show respect, but he didn't trust the turain spectre. Wolff sighed because he couldn't bare the silence anymore and spoke to the spectre. "Hello, sir. I'm Grayham Wolff. May I know why you are on this mission with us? If you don't mind me asking that it." The spectre looked at him for a moment then answered Wolff. "My name is Nihlus Kryik, and I'm here to study Commander Shepard's performance on this mission to see if she has what it take to be a spectre.". Wolff's eyes grew wide at the thought of a human spectre then smiled. "Ah, I see. Thank you for telling me sir!". Wolff bowed his head and leaned against the wall waiting for Shepard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 08:21:35</strong>
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				((Don't worry about post length guys and gals so long as you're past the limit I asked everyone to follow.&nbsp; You did good if you ask me, so no worries.&nbsp; &nbsp;;D))<br><br>Giselle had so far no luck in finding anyone alive as she worked her way through the first floor.&nbsp; She could almost see where the first assault on this place had taken place centuries ago.&nbsp; Ashes that had not been cleared away from burned enemies, skeleton piles, and other small things of the same could be seen about the Manor as she killed new monstrosities that got in her way.&nbsp; Every move she made followed on the heels of another, and the creatures, while numerous, didn't stand much of a chance.&nbsp; It was when she reached the second floor landing was when things took a turn for the worst because there was new enemies ahead.&nbsp; The thing before her was human sized, just like the malformed creatures before hand, but it was blue with energy crackling through its body, and pure blue eyes that held no iris let alone a soul.&nbsp; Giving an ungodly screech as it charged forward, Giselle figured correctly this thing was far stronger than it looked as her blades flashed across its stomach and chest, taking part of its right hand off in the process.&nbsp; It still stood strong and tall however, and only took a couple of steps back before trying to crush the agile warrior with its spare, undamaged hand.&nbsp; Again Giselle sliced into it again and again, and it finally fell when she had stuck Twinkle through its skull and out the top of its head.&nbsp; Green, sickly looking fluid seeped out of its wounds as it dissolved right before her very eyes.<br><br>She could hear many more up ahead however, as well as the monsters she had been facing already.&nbsp; Whatever that thing was, she had no doubt that it wasn't of this world because she had never seen or heard of such a thing before now.&nbsp; She was going to need help, but she couldn't retreat now that they knew she was around.&nbsp; Unaware that the artifact making the Husks, as they were called, was up ahead sending out strong pulses of detectable energy, even out amongst the stars, and thus potentially attracting unwanted attention, Giselle plowed onward, slowly making headway against the monstrous horde that stood between her and where these things were coming from.&nbsp; She almost made it until a dying Husk let out a powerful electrical charge, sending the half Drow flying back and hitting the back wall hard enough to break a couple of her ribs in the process.&nbsp; Falling into unconsciousness, she looked up just in time to see a woman, a human dressed much like the former Luvia Bloodmire, (according to the picture she had seen of the woman on the way here anyway,) standing over her with dozens of her creations standing behind her.&nbsp; "Take her to the lab upstairs.&nbsp; I think we just got ourselves a rare catch."&nbsp; Giselle blacked out then, and was shortly dragged away to gods knew where....<br><br>(http://mattdratt.byethost14.com/images/husk.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:00:35</strong>
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				Elizabeth quickly entered the elevator fully aware it had taken her longer then she thought it would take, her helmet was still down leaving her head exposed. One of the newest members of her squad joined her, he seemed a bit too excited to be on the mission as he waited in the elevator with Elizabeth. They didn't talk to each other at all though, Elizabeth was to focused on thinking about the mission to talk to the new squad mate. The elevator opened up and the new kid got out and rushed over to quickly join the ranks next to Wolff, and waited to be filled in on the mission. Elizabeth made her way over, slowly, towards were her squad had assembled and gave them a nod. "As you might have been expecting the mission, is not about testing a new drive for the Normandy, but picking up a Prothean Beacon. Though there has been a hitch in that plan, currently Eden Prime is under attack which makes our job harder. Our goal remains the same though get the beacon first, that is our mission, and if we can save as many people as possible, but that is secondary to main object. It may sound harsh, but that is the reality of our mission, we can't let who ever is attacking get their hands on the beacon" she said just as Captain Anderson came down the lift.<br><br>Elizabeth quickly turned and saluted the Captain and then fell in with her squad. "At ease, have you informed your squad of what is going on" he asked directed towards Elizabeth. "Yes sir, I just finished explaining the basics to them" she said dropping her salute. "Good, we will be reaching the first drop point soon, Nihlus will be dropped off there. A few minutes later we will reach your drop point, is that understood?" he asked as the docks main doors open to reveal the surface of Eden Prime. Even from up where they were you could make out small groups of fights that were going on. When the door had fully opened up Nilhus looked again towards Elizabeth and her squad before heading out the door and before his high altitude jump. "Yes sir" she said and waited with her squad for the ship to reach the second drop point.<br><br><br><br>(Sorry I may be rushing things, but I really want to get us down to the surface and I might slow down things there.Unless you want me to slow down more which I can if you ask.)
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				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:28:24</strong>
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				Wolff looked at the spectre for moment then hearing the elevator come towards the hanger he got up from his leaning position and and stood at attention. When Elizabeth came from the elevator he saluted her and lowered his hand when the new kid came up next to him. He heard fighting going on below them even before she explained the mission. He sighed when she explained but knew his task, which was to get he becon and protect his squad mates. He saluted again when Captain Anderson entered the room. He lowered his hand after Elizabeth lowered hers. He patted the new kid on the shoulder for reassurance when the hatch doors opened up. He looked down at the scene below and silently swore to himself. He had heard fighting when they enter the atmosphere of Eden Prime but he never would have guessed it was this bad.<br><br>"Holy shit. . ." He was smart enough to say that quitely so that his supperiors couldn't hear what he said very well. This wasn't as bad as his betrayal but still pretty damn bad compared to other missions he has been on. He looked back at the new kid and felt sorry for him. '<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">His exittedness will probbablly get him killed, poor kid. . .</span>' Wolff watched as Nihlus jumped down at his landing point and took off running. Wolff didn't like the fact the spectre had a different mission than them and he wondered what Nihlus's mission was. He got ready to jump as they neared their landing point. When the ship was low enough he jumped and landed in a little field. He raised his pistol and looked around before looking back up and giving the rest of the squad the all clear. "All clear down here! We should becareful though!" He looked over at one of the gas pods that float around Eden Prime and he walked over to it exaiming it. So far it wasn't hostile. So he touched it to see if it would react and it did. It exploded sending Wolff flying back and hitting a rock.
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				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 18:29:09</strong>
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				<strong> Current Location;&nbsp; Toril, in the southwestern edge of the Milky Way Galaxy.&nbsp; Time is 11:45 A.M.&nbsp; Exact location is Baldur's Gate, northern edge in Bloodmire Manor.&nbsp; Current objective is to find the source of strange pulse in the shadows and what is its purpose.</strong><br><br>It had started nearly two weeks ago at first it had gone unnoticed as there is always something moving in the shadows and after centuries Tyger had learned to ignore such things only taking notice to the movements that meant a danger to himself or the world he lives in. Its persistence however finally got his attention. Now as he looks down at the apparently abandoned and foreboding stone structure it is like the heartbeat of some huge and dangerous beast. Each pulse it emits sets his teeth on edge. The wind changes and brings air from across the manor to him and he cringes as the scent of blood, death, decay, and evil power are not centuries old. The outside may look abandoned but there are definitely new horrors lurking hidden within its walls. The energy pulses radiating out from through the shadows and these new horrors have to be connected.<br><br>Approaching the ancient building from the back Tyger moves without making a sound and virtually unseen until he reaches the wall itself. There he stops remaining silent and cloaked in shadow as he studies the old rock wall. After just a moment the half elf begins to climb and he quickly and expertly ascends the wall just an odd bit of darkness sliding up the wall. When the ninja reaches a window on the top floor he slips silently into the dark shadows of the unlit interior. Taking just a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness he sees a long abandoned bed room filled with cobwebs and dust. One of the posts at the corner of the large bed has collapsed onto the bed which rotted and setting at an odd angle with one leg broken off. Ignoring the rest of the room he moves across the room to the door without leaving hardly a noticeable trace in the dusk the covers the floor. Stopping at the door he listens for a moment but hears nothing directly outside this room and tries the door and finds it locked.<br><br>Tyger pulls out his small metal probes in a leather pouch and selects two of them. After inserting both into the lock and a brief manipulation there is a bare audible click as the lock is released. The hinges however start to protest moving after so long of not moving with a squeaking of metal grinding against metal. He quickly stops and applies something to the hinges. He then awaits another moment before trying the door again, this time the door opens silently giving him a velar route to an empty dusk cover hallway. Moving out into the hallway he stays close to the wall taking advantage of the heavy shadows to remain unseen. He moves with the natural grace of his elven half and very cat like with the addition of having mastered the art of the shadow warriors at least two centuries before. The result is just another shadow moving silently in the shadows barely disturbing the centuries of dust cover on the floor. He can sense the source of the irritating pulse is somewhere below him and he begins to search for passage to the lower levels.<br><br>Suddenly hearing a scream of pain that is not quite human followed by the sounds of battle Tyger follows the sounds to a stairway leading down. He picks up his pace and his trail in the dust becomes more apparent but that is all that can seen or heard of his passage. The stairs bring him to another unused level and forces him to search for another way down. The sounds of combat become more intense as well as more unusual before he finally locates another flight of stairs leading down. Just he is nearing bottom of the staircase he picks a scent through all other scents that is familiar to him, but one that he has not smelled in nearly half a century. It is the scent of his only real friend, only person to accept him for the man he is even after seeing the beast that he becomes. Giselle Do'Urden the half light half dark elfess ranger. He pauses briefly as the scent brings up old memories of the two traveling and fighting together to stop just one of the threats to Faerun.<br><br>Tyger is brought out of his moment of nostalgia when the sounds of fighting stop and he hears a woman’s cruel voice, "Take her to the lab upstairs.&nbsp; I think we just got ourselves a rare catch." For the first time since he heard the fighting started he looks more closely at his surroundings and sees that staircase he is standing on shows signs of use. Apparently the level he just came from is used at least in part. It appeared unused where he had descended but in his search for a way further down he had missed the signs of use. Not being sure of what had defeated his friend or what powers the woman had he decides to observe for now and rescue her when he has a better knowledge of their foe or it becomes necessary to save her life. He quickly and silently retreats back up the stairs and takes a position in the deepest shadow watching the stairs through angry red eyes waiting to see what brings his friend up and where they take her.
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:51:24</strong>
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				It took less then a minute for the Normandy to reach the landing point, after Nihlus had jumped off. Elizabeth had readied her shotgun and got prepared to hit the landing zone, not sure if it would be hot or not. Elizabeth watched as first Wolff jumped out followed quickly by herself and the new squad mate, they were all on the ground before Wolff finished his sentence or the all clear sign. She was not the type of person to let a squad mate go it alone, sometimes even at the cost of endangering herself. Gun at the ready, she did her own scan of the area she wanted to make sure that it was clear before they went forward not wanting to step into a trap. Once she was satisfied that the LZ was clear and that nothing seemed to be waiting to jump out at them, she lowered her gun and looked at her map to see what was the quickest route to the spaceport.<br><br>She was focused on her map when she heard a small pop like explosion that caused her to ready her gun and sweep location, just in time to see Wolff fly back and hit a rock. She ran over to his location looking around to make sure someone had not just tried to shoot at him "Wolff, you still with us?" she asked as she got closer. Only as she got closer did she see the remains of one of the gas pods that were all around them, she turned to look at Wolff. "You touched one of them didn't you?" she asked, but before he could answer "don't do that again, if you want to find out what they are do it in your free time, not here, not when we have a mission to do." She had a very serious, almost angry, look on her face as she reached out a hand to pull him to his right, if he was on the ground or at least right him. "Do not just go around touching things without orders, what if that had been something worse then just a gas pod, you might have ended up worse then just thrown a against a rock. Is that understood soldier? If it is then good, because we are moving out" she said turning away and moving towards the path that lead away from the LZ. <br><br>Elizabeth was upset at Wolff, for doing something that could have been very stupid and got himself hurt even worse. It might have gotten him killed and she did not want any of her squad dieing to stupid behavior that could easily be avoided. Wolff seemed like a promising squad mate and it would be a shame to have him die to something as dumb as a trap or a pod of explosive gas. She just hoped his curiosity would not be the death of him and override his common sense, that he seemed to have. Though as far as he could most likely tell, she was just angry at him for being stupid or something like that.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:49:22</strong>
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				http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/bgda2-xbox/art-007.jpg (http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/bgda2-xbox/art-007.jpg)<br><br>((Close enough lol.))<br><br>Helena Bloodmire, as she was called by the few people that knew she even existed after her great grandmother's fall two centuries ago stood off to the side as her blue golems and animated soldiers and 'pets' milled about around her.&nbsp; Two of the Husks as they were rightfully called had the prisoner between them, carrying the unconscious half Drow up to the attic that had been extended considerably since the Manor's fall long ago.&nbsp; No one had really taken much notice of the construction since Helena had purposely made sure to schedule it when several houses around her acquired home were also being added onto.&nbsp; No one paid any mind nor cared despite the dark history this place had.&nbsp; It had surprised her to find out that Bloodmire Manor had still stood after all this time, vacant as it had been save for the occasional thief and outlaw that was foolish enough to take refuge inside its blood smeared walls, only to meet a swift end at the creatures that still resided within that had survived the poison gas that had flooded the secret lab underneath the building when her grandmother had been forced to escape before she too fell under the adventurer's blades that had attacked before her research had been complete.&nbsp; That was how Helena had managed to pick up where Luvia had left off after finding her notes and personal journal that had been hidden quite well, even from the City Watch's eyes.&nbsp; Needless to say, after a few days of trial and error, Helena was just as skilled if not more so than her grandmother had ever been.<br><br>Giselle meanwhile groaned as she was strapped to an operating table, having been stripped down to nothing but the skin on her body, her gear locked away in a chest a few feet away.&nbsp; It might as well be a couple of miles away as she around the attic she was in, seeing four blue metal post like objects and a blue orb of some sort pulsing out energy a ways off from her current position.&nbsp; "What...in the world?"&nbsp; It hurt to talk since two ribs had been cracked when that blue demon had exploded with electricity, sending her flying away into the wall.&nbsp; Helena laughed evilly as she approached the metal operating table, looking down at the beautiful woman that was also a deadly warrior if the stories were true about her and her family.&nbsp; "You....I didn't think you'd turn out like your psychotic grandmother.&nbsp; You're the spitting image of that bitch, I'll give you that."&nbsp; Helena's smile fell and she slapped Giselle's face hard, leaving a mark behind but she didn't flinch at all.&nbsp; "You are about as strong as she is too apparently, which is not at all."<br><br>"Laugh while you can.&nbsp; Soon you're be joining my growing army of creatures I've sown together and given life to out of death itself.&nbsp; I am just like Luvia Bloodmire herself, able to bring about great change with my brilliant mind, and my powers of creation are greater than even hers now!&nbsp; Thanks to the orb of light that hangs in this room of its own accord, even my failed experiments are born anew into the blue golems you've seen already.&nbsp; I have not figured out how, but when I do, I shall be akin to a GODDESS!"&nbsp; Helena was obviously mad, but Giselle could only laugh since she already had a plan to escape, having felt a magical disturbance moving about in the shadows themselves.&nbsp; There was only one person she knew with such skill, and she had almost fell in love with him once before.&nbsp; She'd have to make sure to thank him when this was over, should she make it out of this mess.<br><br>"So, you are mad just like Luvia then.&nbsp; I guess reason won't work on you after all.&nbsp; If I get out of here, I'll be sure to send you to the Nine Hells to meet your grandmother since you idolize her so much.&nbsp; I'm sure she'd be happy to have you back, in pieces."&nbsp; Giselle growled, earning another slap as Helena screamed her outrage at this inferior woman.&nbsp; Stomping away, Helena paced around, wanting to tear the woman apart but she needed to be calm and collected or she'd make the mistake of wasting such a valuable specimen as Giselle was.&nbsp; Walking away from her lab to clear her head, Helena shut the door to her lab behind her and sighed heavily, punching the wall hard and skinning her knuckles in the process.&nbsp; There was only one way up to the attic, and that was the way she had just left.&nbsp; There was no windows up there, the only light really being the blue orb that had attracted Tyger's attention save for a few candles here and there.&nbsp; Regardless, there were still dozens of Husks and malformed creatures, and one giant enemy standing between Giselle's rescue and their ultimate destruction should he fail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:32:07</strong>
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				Wolff grunted rubbed the back of his head and looked up at Shepard. He was glad they couldn't see his face because it was red with embarrassment.&nbsp; He Nodded when she asked if he was still with them and took her hand pulling himself up He laughed at himself in his mind and bowed in thanks to Elizabeth. " Sorry ma'am I wont do it again I assure you." He looked around for a moment but as they pressed on he heard fighting up ahead and readied his pistol before sliding down a cliff that lead to the battle and it was in the sameway as the beacon. Wolff saw a few soldiers fighting with a squad of Geth, He quickly aimed and started to fire at the robots He and the soldiers gunned down the small group of geth before the rest of the squad could get down the hill. Wolff knew he would be chewed out again for being reckless and stupid but he couldn't help it.<br><br>"You there, soldier, what's the status of the beacon? And are there anymore survivors up ahead?" Wolff studied his surroundings for any sign of more geth coming to fight, but after the soldier caught her breath she answered. "Thanks for helping us, we were in a real bind be for you got here! Anyway I'm not sure the beacon's status. . . we lost contact when the geth arrived on the planet. . . Bloody machines. . . Oh, and sadly. . . there are no other survivor from the base camp just up the path over there. . ." Wolff, thought for a moment about the situation then looked back up the cliff and saw the new squad mate sliding down the hill with Shepard. Wolff looked at the ground for a moment then looked over at the soldier. "I'm sorry for you lose ma'am. But I think you should tell my commander what you just told me. . . She wont be happy that's for sure. . ." Wolff walked to the edge of the path and peeked his head around the corner and examined the scene. What he saw twisted his stomach, it was a bunch of Eden Prime soldiers impaled by strange spikes that seemed to pulse. He decided to wait for Shepard to hear what the soldier had to say before reporting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 00:42:38</strong>
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				Elizabeth was taking her squad on the quickest way towards the spaceport, which happened to go near and through one of the nearby base camps. With it she expected there to be light fighting, but hopefully not to much, when she heard the exchange of fire she readied her shotgun for battle and looked around to judge the situation. down at the bottom of the path there was about 4 soldiers fighting what looked to be about 2 or 3 Geth, the fight happened to be on the way to beacon as well. It was an easy fight that they could help make easier and just as she was about to motion or give an order, Wolff went running down the cliff side and engaged the enemy. Whatever impression or chance of getting on Elizabeth's good side was quickly disappearing the more she watched him in action. He was good, there was no doubt of that, but his actions were likely to get someone killed and she wouldn't stand for that. Being chewed about will be the least of his problems if his behavior kept getting worse.<br><br>Elizabeth would liked to have more time to look around before entering into the mess as she turned to the new squad mate "stay close soldier, and stick together" she said beginning her slower decent down the cliff. She didn't like how easy that was and she had a feeling that was bugging her as she reached the base of the cliff and looked to make the other soldier had made it down the cliff safely. Once she knew he was down safely she made her way over to the solders, who had just finished the fight with the Geth. "Can you tell me what is going on here soldier" she asked still scanning the general area. "Yes ma'am, I think we are all that is left of the spaceport's main garrison. If there are others we lost contact with them trying to fight our way out, and back. The Geth, they came o-out of no where and just began to attack the port, we tried to hold out but eventually we were just overwhelmed. We don't know the status of the beacon and we don't know if they have reached it or not" the soldier said still overwhelmed by the gravity of what was happening. The Geth had not been seen for a very long time and it was odd for them to attack colony now, and the only reason Elizabeth could think of was that they were after the beacon, but how did they know it was here. "Thank you soldier, I am sorry for your lose" she said nodding to them and heading over to Wolff, she had a much more serious look on her face.<br><br>She stopped in front of him and stared at him, like she was staring right through his helmets mask. "Soldier" she started out, she was not calling him by his name anymore, "I hope this running out on your own and these experiments will not become a habit of yours. When you are in my squad you follow my orders and stay with the squad, you do not -do not- go and run off by yourself. I don't need people trying to be heroes and certainly do not need dead soldiers I need team players. I will not allow behavior that will get people killed and I will not tolerate it in my squad, so you better learn to shape up fast or I might have you shipped out" she said, in a calm a voice as possible. It was clear though that she was angry with him and she was not one to making fake threats she was very serious when she said he better start acting like a team player or her better leave. "Do I make myself clear soldier?" she said stepping closer to him, almost putting her helmet against his. "If I do good, because something doesn't-" she began when her eyes widened a bit and she raised her gun to point above Wolff's face "GET DOWN!!" she yelled as she fired a shot right about Wolff.<br><br>The Geth that Wolff was about to report on had decided to make a move, as well as a few Geth that were waiting on the sides of the cliffs. It was an ambush and it was the feeling that had been bugging Elizabeth. She hit and on the second shot down one of the Geth troopers that was coming up the path. "Get behind cover" she said in time to see the other new squad mate get picked off by one of the Geth snipers on the hill. She raised her left hand and the BioAmp became visible as a kinetic barrier appeared in front of them to shield the others as the other soldiers began to return fire. "Wolff, you deal with the soldiers on the ridge, me and the other soldiers can handle the ones down here. Remember stay behind cover and stay close" she said turning her attention back towards the small group of Geth moving up the path. She and the other soldiers fired at the group keeping them busy so that Wolff could handle the ones up on the cliffs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 02:07:06</strong>
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				Wolff sighed as Shepard grew closer to him, he knew she was not pleased one bit but he didn't care at the moment. Even though this was the first time he disobeyed his orders he didn't care because his main concern were the lives that were on line. No beacon was worth the lives of so many innocence were on the line. He listened to Shepard as she tryed to hide her anger from her voice. Wolff's eyes scanned the ridges of the cliffs around them. He saw a slight movement on the ridge before Shepard raised her shotgun and told him to get down. He quickly ducked holstering his pistol and pulling the rifle from his back. He listened as Shepard told him what to do. He stood and took cover behind a rock. He raised over the rock and aimed at one of the Geth snipers. He pulled the trigger sending out a burst of three shots at the Geth sniper. The shots made impact with the snipers head killing the machine, but in his standing position he was an open target for the other snipers and Grayham's heart stopped for a moment seeing his new squad mate dead on the ground.<br><br>Grayham was over come be rage somewhat as he rose again and shot another geth sniper killing it but this time it was different. He heard a loud crack and he fell to his knees then the ground. A Geth sniper had shot Wolff in the head. The bullet made a great impact that it cracked the visor of his helmet. The bullet grazed past Grayham's right temple causing imence pain to shoot through his body making him fall the the ground. His vision became blurt serveral time before fading away completely. The sounds of battle died out with his vision, Wolf thought this was the end, his last mission. "D. . .damn. . . I'm s. .sorry Shepard. . . . I'm not. . . g. .good en. .enough for the. . team. . ." He finally slipped out of consisnuos letting the darkness wrap around him providing little peace for the time being. Though Grayham would wake up in a few minates, he wouldn't participate in this small ambush anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:18:19</strong>
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				<strong>Terminus System -Eden Prime</strong><br><br>The trio of Geth Recon Drones popped up over the rise the machines pulse weapons tracking back and forth eagerly seeking any moving target. Seeing none they began to move forward. Anastasia smiled to herself her black painted lips curling as she leveled the rocket launcher at the lead drone. her finger sliding over the arming switch, pressing the button in; her finger tips caressing over the smooth plastic, pausing at the raised edge of the fire switch.<br>"Bye bye." She whispered as she pressed the firing switch, the beep of the targeter locking was almost instantly followed by the soft whoosh as the missile was accelerated away from Anastasia the motor kicking in as the lead drone just began to turn to the impending doom of the missile. The bright flash and roar of the exploding missile signaled the end of one of the attacking machines. Anastasia dropped the empty launcher her lithe form moving quickly as she retreated from the remaining pair of drones her pistol wasn't designed to kill synthetics. She dropped down into the ravine that ran along the edge of the Prothean dig site. if the other were in place the remaining drones would be lead into another ambush.<br>She briefly paused her violet eyes locking on the Alliance Navy frigate dropped through the atmosphere, conducting a combat drop.<br><br>"Ohh...the Normandy." She said to herself as she watched the sleek ship accelerate back to orbit. "Well at least they brought reinforcements to the party" She said the ravine wall exploding just behind her head the shower of dirt and rock chips serving to remind her of the pursuing Geth drones. She shifted forward into a run weaving as more pulse bolts exploded behind her fleeing form.<br>"Ashley!" Anastasia&nbsp; yelled as she turned the sharp corner in the ravine. The two perusing probes tracked Anastasia around the corner only to find that their quarry had vanished. From behind the drones a female Alliance Marine raised her M-8 Avenger assault rifle. several short bursts later the two drones were smoking sparking wreckage.<br><br>The female Marine waited for a moment, she could hear Anastasia giggling then see her as she seemed to fade back into sight. She had seen her pull the same trick twice before during the attack and it still amazed her. <br>Before she could say anything they both turned a horrific scream echoed from back towards to the dig site. <br>Come on! They both said almost together as the pair turned and raced off towards the dig site.<br><br>(http://images.wikia.com/masseffect/images/e/e9/Geth_Recon_Drone_on_Eden_Prime.png)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 06:11:27</strong>
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				Elizabeth turned in time to see Wolff get hit in the back of the head by a Geth sniper. She watched him fall to the ground, she was about to do something when shot broke down her barrier and went through the soldier standing next to Elizabeth. "Cover me!" she said looking to the three other soldiers that were still standing next to her, as she crouched down and looked at the two squad mates now on the ground. Two of the soldiers took aim at the path keeping the Geth at bay, while the other took aim at the cliffs keeping the Geth pinned down. Elizabeth checked both sides before making a run for the two of them, shots striking close and sometimes nicking off her kinetic shield. She stored her gun away on her back and grabbed Wolff under the armpits and dragged him over behind cover to rest in the rocks, before going back and doing the same for the other squad mate. She couldn't leave them in the field if there were they could be hit by a stray bullet if they were still alive.<br><br>She took out her pistol this time and turned her attention to the cliff again "cover the path, I can handle the last sniper" she said not even turning to see if they were following her orders. She centered her sights on the last place the sniper had popped up from and waited for it to pop up again. When it did she opened fire hitting enough to drop it, not before the sniper had set his sights on her and managed get off a single shot. The shop ripped through what was left of her kinetic shields and piercing through her left shoulder and causing her to be thrown slightly against the ground. <em>Damn it</em>, she thought to herself,<em> this a fine mess of a mission</em>. She quickly turned around just in time to see the last Geth fall to the two remaining soldiers.<br><br>Elizabeth stood up, wince slightly at the pain in her arm, she opened up her bioamp and entered something into. The amp glowed as medigel flowed through it, quickly mending the hole as her shields slowly restored itself. She stood over the first squad mate and checked his pulse, sighing she got up and moved to stand over Wolff. She put her hand over him and again her amp glowed as the medigel came out and went into Wolff, fixing up the injuries he had sustained. "Soldier are you with us again, we have to keep moving" she said looking at him as she waited for him to get up. She looked around every now and then seeing if there was another ambush or more Geth coming, she had told the other two soldiers to stay on their toes and be on watch, they were to tell her if anything showed up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 15:35:29</strong>
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				Jemarr curled up in a tiny cave carved out of a rocky outcropping, catching his breath. His fingers danced frantically over the glowing holographic display of his omni-tool, activating strictly passive sensors to detect geth transmissions. He breathed a sigh of relief as the scan reports no geth in the immediate vicinity.<br><br>The young storyteller peered out over the landscape of Eden Prime, his heartrate gradually slowing down as the initial panic of the attack faded. Just last night, he had been leading the youth of one of the small farming outposts in a spirited dance, and learning the intricacies of the human "violin" holographic program he had recently downloaded to his Chameleon I omni-tool.<br><br>Now, the accursed geth had come and ruined everything, just as they always did.<br><br>Since the geth assault, Jemarr had been on the move, doing his best to draw the synthetic demons away from the hiding places of the survivors. The transmissions passing between the geth were of great interest as well. From what he could decode, they were acting in service of some kind of great leader or messianic figure, rather than simply perpetrating another of their incomprehensible attacks. Jemarr carefully logged and stored all of their transmissions, planning to decipher the rest of it at leisure once all of this was over.<br><br>A yellow flashing light on his omni-tool display alerted Jemarr to the presence of another geth trooper - a sniper, from the transmissions. He sighed, and rubbed at his ankle where a stray shot from a geth soldier has clipped him while he was escaping from the attack on the farm. His suit's medical facilities had stemmed the bleeding, and the repair functions had sealed the breach in the environmental seal, but the flesh was still tender, and there would be the risk of infection to deal with later.<br><br>For now, there were geth who needed to be purged. He climbed up to the top of the ridge, lying down so that only the tip of his helmet protruded over the rock. He slipped his Avenger I sniper rifle from his back and shut down his suit's auditory outputs, so that sound of his breathing couldn't escape. As he raised the sniper scope to his visor, the geth sniper trained its own weapon on a target or targets in the nearby ravine. Cursing to himself, knowing he couldn't get a lock on the geth's processing cortex in time to disrupt the shot, he thrust his omni-tool in the monster's direction, loosing off a hacking program he had prepared on the freighter trip to Eden Prime. It wasn't sophisticated enough to turn the geth's weapons on each other, but with any luck...<br><br>Jemarr grinned as the geth dropped its weapon and jumped up, its arms and legs moving in a shambling parody of a quarian festive dance. He watched the helpless synthetic in satisfaction for several seconds as he lined up the shot through his sniper scope, then put the machine out of its misery with a heavy slug through its head.<br><br>The quarian sent a quick pulse of data access commands at the broken machine in an attempt to extract what he could from its memory banks before they erased themselves, and briefly swept the sniper scope over the figures in the ravine. Recognising the distinctive pink of an Alliance soldier, he spoke quickly into his recording pickup and sent a transmission packet on the emergency frequency assigned to Eden Prime, directing it in a tight band at the soldiers in the ravine.<br><br>"Don't shoot quarian friend of Alliance line not secure please make contact"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 17:19:24</strong>
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				Tyger’s narrow to slits as he watches the troop come out of the stairwell made up of hideously deformed creatures and strange blue human shaped things with energy moving randomly across their bodies. Two of the blue things are carrying his friend apparently unconscious between them and there is a human looking woman that some might say is beautiful, but he can see the way evil has twisted her features into an ugly monster as madness twinkles in her eyes. It is obvious to him that she is the source of the deformed things shambling around. She however is not the source of the pulses that setting his teeth on edge and making the back of his eyes itch. As they move down the corridor he stays just behind them moving without making a sound through the shadows. As they move through the manor they come a few times where he would have to leave the shadows to follow, but this does not slow the ninja at all. As each time he comes to a place where he would have to leave his cloaking shadows he simply uses the power of his armor to jump to the next shadow without passing through the lit area between.<br><br>Giselle is finally taken to a stair case leading up that is in much better repair and there are too many minions for him to follow. Tyger searches the shadows and is dismayed to find no other way into the upper room his old comrade in arms has been taken. The woman has also gone up with her captive leaving a large number of her creations on the lower level unaware of the threat that lurks in their shadows. Unable to follow for the moment Tyger concentrates on the strange blue eyed demons wanting to know what they are and how to best destroy them. Upon closer inspection they appear to be both mindless and soulless just reanimated husks. When one gets too close to the shadow Tyger is hiding in he recognizes the energy the crackles through it to be the same that has been pulsing through shadows of Faerun for nearly two weeks. As he watches he is able time the pulses with the visible crackles of the husk’s body and they match exactly.<br><br>Now very curious about this energy which animates these things and radiates through the fabric of shadow itself Tyger concentrates on the one almost in range of touching him. He reaches out with shadow and engulfs the creature in it. He causes the shadow to harden against the pulse of energy severing the things connection. A snarling grin appears on his face under his ninja mask as the husk just goes limp and collapses to the floor then dissolves into nothing. That makes the husks easy to deal with. The deformed creatures on the other hand will require a more direct approach.<br><br>Getting as close to the stairs going up to Giselle’s as the shadows will allow, Tyger sends tendrils of shadow up the stairs and under the door at the top and into the room. He cannot really see through the shadow probes but he is able to get a feeling of the room. He knows its size and shape and what is in the room. He is quite pleased to discover the poor lighting conditions making the room heavy with shadow. He knows the source he seeks is in that room and that his friend is strapped naked to a metal table. While the two ladies are tormenting each other he seeks out and finds the perfect shadow in the room. A smile spreads across his face when Giselle goads the woman into rage and she leaves the room leaving only a small number of guards.<br><br>Once the woman has come down the stairs and he has lost sight of her in the corridor Tyger jumps from the shadow he is in to the one he selected in the lab. Now in the lab he steps silently from the shadows so his friend can see him although the part of him visible past his armor made of pure shadow are his red eyes. His right hand flashes and a small metal spike is suddenly buried in the eye socket of the deformed guard while the blue guard is just suddenly covered in darkness and cut off from its source of power. Both guards are suddenly no longer a threat to anybody. As he steps up to the table his hood and shroud just melt back into the body of his armor. A true smile spreads across his face and his eyes briefly change to violet as he cuts Giselle’s bonds and says just above a whisper, “It’s been a long time my friend, it looks like we will be fighting side by side again. You best get dressed. I intend to destroy that thing and it’s likely to draw some attention when I do.” He points at the glowing orb hovering between the four poles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 17:51:58</strong>
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				"I could kiss you for this Tyger, but let's save that for later shall we?&nbsp; I would rather not be here when that psycho comes back to dissect us."&nbsp; Giselle said, getting up from the table as soon as the straps had been undone and she was able to get to the chest that contained her gear.&nbsp; It didn't take long for her to get everything back in order, and the half Drow pulled her blades as her sensitive ears picked up many more of the malformed creatures coming their way.&nbsp; "I have no idea what that thing is Tyger, but I'd be careful because if we die here, I have a feeling we won't be staying down for long once that thing is done with us."&nbsp; It wasn't just the dead that could be affected by the machine hovering in the air above them since it also affected the living, but it took far longer for it to do so.&nbsp; They wouldn't be in any danger unless they sat by it for three days straight, maybe more depending on how good they could withstand its insidious intrusions into their minds and bodies.&nbsp; By then the damage done would be irreversible and they'd be dead anyway from the transformation that would make them into the same soulless husks that were already wandering about.&nbsp; How Helena had survived so long was anyone's guess, unless they happened to look at her brain under a scanner, and they knew what they were looking at, they'd be able to tell she had been Indoctrinated by the machine.&nbsp; It had found her far more useful as the mad scientist she was already than a mindless Husk, but it had implanted the seeds of loyalty deep in her psyche, so she wouldn't ever consider stopping her mad research, unless she died of course.<br><br>Looking up at the machine, Giselle looked over to Tyger.&nbsp; "Whatever you got planned, better do it now.&nbsp; This Manor can't be allowed to stand any longer."&nbsp; Putting Twinkle away, the warrior raised her free hand at the orb and formed a Fireball in her hand.&nbsp; "Get ready to move as soon as this goes off."&nbsp; She said, just as the door was broken down by another Husk.&nbsp; "MOVE!"&nbsp; Sending it off, the Fireball slammed into the orb and exploded upon contact.&nbsp; However, it didn't destroy the orb, but it had damaged it considerably.&nbsp; The Husks in the Manor started to jerk and twitch uncontrollably as a holographic countdown appeared.&nbsp; "Um....I think we better go, now!"&nbsp; Whatever that thing was doing, it was powering up even more so, but it wasn't helping its soulless minions in the process, preparing to self detonate but not before sending a signal into deep space to every ship that was within range.&nbsp; That was a considerable amount considering the size of its transmission range, but for now that was unknown to everyone here on Toril.&nbsp; If she had, Giselle would have worried but she was worried about getting out of Bloodmire Manor in one piece as she led the way out the way she had came in.&nbsp; They had ten minutes....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 23:17:10</strong>
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				As the medigel closed and healed Grayham's wound he opned his eyes and sat up looking at Elizabeth. "Thanks for the help commander, alright, what are my orders ma'am? 'Cause it seems like another squad is coming!" He clicked a button on the side of his helmet lowering the brocken visor, reveling his orangish red eyes for the first time to Elizabeth. He squatted down and picked up his M-8 Avenger I and took cover behind a rock. He checked the status on his shields and saw they were full recharged now. He put another clip into his rifle and scanned the ridges for more snipers, seeing none he stood and aimed at the path the new squad of Geth were coming form.<br><br>"Commander, more are coming, what are my orders?!" He looked over at Sherpard for a second, but before she could answer Geth came charging around the corner firing their plasma rifles. Grayham grabbed Elizabeth's hand and pulled her down as a small burst of bullets flew over her head when she was behind cover. Wolff turned his&nbsp; rifle to auto-fire and stood unleashing a clip into the Geth front lines gunning down the first line. He ducked back behind cover and reloaded his rifle. Wolff looked over at the remaining alliance soldiers hiding behind a large rock. He smiled and grabbed one of his two gernades and stood tossing it into the crowd of Geth soldiers, blowing them to small piles and pieces of scrap metal. He stood holding his hand out to Elizabeth. He looked over at the soldiers still holding his hand out and smiled. " You soldiers, one of you keep and eye on the path for a moment. Warn us if more are coming. Ah, um sorry ma'am I know it's not my place too give orders but I think we need to discuse the stituasion for a second. . . " <br><br>He looked down at Elizabeth seeing her for the first time without the orange tint his visor provided was strange for him. Every thing looked so different and more colorful than before, strange how even in the midst of battle he was seeing how much of a difference his visor made things, he even focused more then before, examing the little details the orangeness covered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:57:31</strong>
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				Elizabeth watched as Wolff slowly sat up, a little feeling of relief came over her when she knew she wouldn't have to bury both her squad mates, only one. She took out her gun again and armed it, getting ready for another attack in case the Geth decided to come back. Elizabeth looked up at Wolff as he lowered his visor and she saw his face for the first time, as he asked her for orders and informed her another squad of Geth that was coming up the path. Elizabeth currently had her back to the path, as she was had been helping Wolff, and didn't see the squad, until he told her.<br><br>She quickly turned around facing the path and looked towards Wolff "sta-" was all she managed to get off before he pulled her down and behind cover. Time felt like it slowed down as she watched the burst of Geth shots go by hitting the air where her head was just before. Once the moment passed she turned, still prone from being pulled down, and shot into the mass of Geth her shotgun making short work of a few that were close by. She watched as the grenade went in between the last remaining Geth and turn them into nothing but bits of scrap metal. out of the corner of her eye she saw him standing next to her his hand outstretched to help her up, though she just seemed to ignore it. She rose quickly pushing off of the ground moving to a crouched then standing position in one fluid motion.<br><br>"Orders?" she said looking directly at Wolff, she still was upset and mildly blamed him for the mess that they had just got in. "So you want orders now? Does that mean you are ready to start following them?" she said leaving it at that for now and going over to the two remain soldiers. "You two, watch this path and keep the Geth from advancing beyond this point. Reinforcements will come by here later" she said nodding to the two of them and then moving over to the body of their dead squad mate and closing his eye and taking his ID badge. She then moved closer to Wolff and looked him in the eyes, her gaze was cold and calm, "your orders are to stay close to me, is that understood?" She waited for a confirmation before going on to say "good, because we are moving out now. We have to the reach the beacon as soon as possible before any more Geth come or before they get their hands on it" she said turning to look down the path. "Now move out" she said started to move towards the spaceport, once she knew he was in toe she picked up the pace and began to run. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 06:48:58</strong>
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				(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090823165916/masseffect/images/thumb/9/98/GethSniper3.png/454px-GethSniper3.png)<br><br>Anastasia and Ashley both took cover against the wall of the ravine as they caught site of the Geth sniper suddenly stand from its unseen position and for lack of a better description, begin to dance. They looked to each other in surprise then in understanding as a single high velocity round tore through the synthetics head; it had been hacked.<br>“Impressive.” Anastasia said aloud as she watched the Geth topple over and down the far side of the ridge. Moments later a short directed data pulse was received on the pairs com net.<br><em>‘Don't shoot Quarian friend of Alliance line not secure please make contact.’</em><br><br>Anastasia looked back towards the higher rocky ridge that ran on the west side off the ravine, her black lips curled in a sly smirk. <br>“Ashley; You head to the Dig site. I’ll head up the ridge and see if I can locate our Quarian hacker.” Ashley nodded once and gave a quick salute to Anastasia before she continued following the ravine towards the dig site while Anastasia headed off towards the Quarian who was apparently hidden up on the western ridge, The only place that the shot could have come from.<br><em>She had never met a Quarian before.</em> She thought as she broke into a quick jog.<br><br>(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lifaal12HT1qei227.jpg)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 06:59:44</strong>
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				Wolff smirked at her comment about orders, it was strange and new for him to be lectured about orders for the first time in his life.&nbsp; He didn't know what it was but something in him told him to help those soldiers, he didn't know why but maybe it was pure instinks to rush and help some soldiers from becoming corpses over finding some stupid beacon of a dead race, whipped out by some mystery of space. He looked around the scene and he gazed at his dead team mate's face as Elizabeth closed his eyes. Grayham readied his gun and changed the clip.<br><br>Grayham nodded when he was given his orders and quickly jogged after Elizabeth, he kept a steady pace behind her, his mind now focused on the task at hand now. Grayham could see the dig site up ahead. "I see the dig site, let's hope the beacon is still there. . . And Commander? Why is this beacon so important that so many must die for it to be retrieved? I mean I know that the last time we humans found a beacon our tec was boosted by two hundred fifty years. . . but the odds of that happening again is very slim. . ." He sighed and looked ahead at the dig site, two soldiers were now in his line of site. Grayham readied his weapon in case it was a small group of Geth soldiers. But as they grew closer he saw that it was a small band of survivors.<br><br>Grayham lowered his rifle and scanned the area for any sign of Geth, he did as Shepard ordered and stayed close behind her as they arrived at the dig site. Wolff only glanced at the two soldiers for he was to busy scanning the area still, he wasn't willing to be satisfied with one scan. He was silent and let Shepard talk to the soldiers, he waited quietly for new orders. He looked over at the beacon and sighed in relief. <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">'Seems like the geth haven't pillaged the site yet, but I somehow think this is only the beginning of this war. . .'</span> Wolff was satisfied with his scans and turned towards Shepard and walked up to her right behind her a bit not wanting to distract the soldiers she was talking with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 07:17:50</strong>
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				((I encourage the use of NPC characters from the game itself as well as original ones that fit whatever situation you happen to find yourself in.&nbsp; Keep up the good work everyone.))<br><br><strong>SSV Normandy;&nbsp; Cockpit.</strong><br><br>(http://tius.cghub.com/files/Image/112001-113000/112417/290_stream.jpg)<br><br>Jeff "Joker" Moreau scratched the top of his head after removing his hat for a moment before putting it back on, just when the data spike from the Husk Generator on Toril finally reached the Normandy and god knew how many other ships out there in space.&nbsp; Tracing the signal took a considerable amount of time, but Jeff was up for the task as his fingers flew over the holographic controls.&nbsp; Whatever it was it was generating a ton of power, as if it was going berserk if the readings he was getting were any indication.&nbsp; Radioing the Commander, Joker sighed heavily since if the scans of the planet were any indication, things were hot down there.&nbsp; Thank God for the advanced stealth systems onboard the Normandy or he'd be heading to the nearest Mass Relay and coming back only once the all clear was given.&nbsp; "Commander, I know you're busy with the shooting and the fighting and all, but we got a broad band message coming in on all channels.&nbsp; The readings I'm getting are off the charts, but that's not the interesting part.&nbsp; I don't know what it is but it's generating a hell of a lot of power, and if I had to bet my wages for the next year I'd guess we aren't the only ones hearing this message.&nbsp; I don't know what it says since it's a lot of gibberish far as I can tell, but I did get a lock on the signal and it's way out there on the southwestern edge of the galaxy.&nbsp; From what I can tell there's a Mass Relay nearby that part of our little corner of the universe, but it's unmapped, at least as far as I can tell anyway.&nbsp; Also, there's a Geth cruiser coming down, probably to pick up the Beacon along with any survivors you might have missed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 14:52:14</strong>
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				Jemarr ducked behind the ridge again once his message was transmitted, not expecting a response. He flicked up the scanner display on his Chameleon tool, watching one blip move off through the ravine while the other approached his location. He chewed his lip nervously, feeling vulnerable by just sitting here and waiting to be found. Still, his scope had revealed two Alliance soldiers in the ravine, so he should be safe.<br><br>Once the nearby blip was close enough for speech, but not so close to risk startling the soldier into shooting him, he stood up, sniper rifle held cautiously by his side, raising his free hand in greeting. He looks Anastasia up and down briefly, then stands still for a few moments. He then tilts his head and prods a button on his omni-tool, and starts speaking. His mouth, of course, can't be seen, but the mouthpiece of his helmet lights up as he speaks.<br><br>"Sorry, was running silent. I'm very glad to see you... lieutenant?" he hazards, peering at Anastasia's armour. "I was living at Delta Farmstead when the damned geth attacked. There are survivors, they're inside and well barricaded. I left to take some of the bastards out, and see if I can figure out why they're here." He cranes his elongated neck and peers around from atop the ridge, verifying that the coast is clear for now.<br><br>"I'm Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. I know I'm not Alliance, but I want to stop those synthetic monsters too. If you let me follow your squad, I'll take orders and I won't slow you down. I can help." The tension of the last several hours was starting to fade now that he was in the company of Alliance military again, and competent ones by the look of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 01:30:53</strong>
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				With a quiet chuckle Tyger replies, “Definitely hold that off until later, this is hardly the time or place for that.” As Giselle dresses quickly he keeps his attention focused beyond the closed door. When she is finally dressed and says she does not know what the hovering orb is, but thinks it has something to reanimating the dead, he says, “I don’t know what it is either. I do know that I felt its presence nearly two weeks ago and have been traveling ever since to find the accursed thing. I know that it is what is giving those blue things their power. When they are cut off from it they just go away.” Hearing the same sounds that she has heard outside the lab he rests his hand on the hilt of his katana and his armor reforms over his head leaving only his eyes exposed again.<br><br>Tyger is just about to say that he really did not have a plan for dealing with the orb when Giselle produces her fireball. Before he can comment all hell breaks loose. The door is broken down by one lifeless husks and with a yell she releases her spell at the orb. After the blast he cringes as the once steady pulse becomes erratic and much more annoying. Silently agreeing that they should leave he quickly follows the ranger towards her point of entry. Despite the jerking and twitching of the Husks he stills sees them as a potential threat and he sends a wave of shadow ahead of them blocking the connection to the orb of anything caught in the wave affectively removing about half of their opponents blocking their exit. Once the passage opens enough he moves to her side so they can both fight the malformed creatures together. Over the noise of the fighting he asks, “So Giselle, how to want to handle this? You want to go take out the bitch and leave that monstrosity to me? Or do you have something else in mind?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 01:47:50</strong>
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				Fighting their way through the small horde between them, Giselle's blades did their dance of death without ever missing a step, her swords seeming to be everywhere at once despite her two broken ribs slowing her down a little bit.&nbsp; She still managed to listen to Tyger speak about the orb and what he had found out about it on his way in to check on the disturbances he had felt as well as save her in turn after he had found her of course.&nbsp; Regardless, she did manage to chuckle as she sliced open another humanoid creature's torso, felling it like a tree as it fell backward, missing its left arm up at the elbow as well in the same flash of movement.&nbsp; The big creature that she could hear up ahead in the main hall after having gotten out of the attic, right before their exit from the second floor if she had to guess.&nbsp; Helena Bloodmire was also in that area as Giselle scanned the footprints left behind in the dust.&nbsp; Having knelt down a moment when they were clear of any new enemies, Giselle grimaced slightly and grabbed at her right side, looking to Tyger but saying nothing about it.&nbsp; "I don't want to split up if we can help it.&nbsp; Besides, that monster that's up ahead and Luvia's granddaughter seem to be in the same place anyway.&nbsp; I say we take them both apart at once myself.&nbsp; And about sensing that thing for two weeks, you could have gotten here sooner and saved me the trouble of getting accosted by a member of the Harpers to investigate this place and then getting captured in the process."&nbsp; She teased, leading the way just a step ahead of her were-tiger friend and ally.<br><br>More Husks and stitched together creatures stood between them and the big boy up ahead that blocked their way to the first floor and freedom.&nbsp; They didn't have long either since that orb was going to explode most likely when that timer reached 0.&nbsp; For now, concentrating on the task at hand, Giselle's blades found their marks in a dog creature with a poison dart tail, similar to the ones on the first floor she had slain.&nbsp; "Careful of the tails, Tyger!&nbsp; They shoot poison darts out."&nbsp; She warned, blocking one such dart with Twinke as she twisted to the right, slicing open one such creature's face in half, killing it long before it hit the ground as Icingdeath claimed three more with one swing, right across their throats.&nbsp; There were five Husks to deal with yet, and Giselle didn't relish getting close enough to get electrocuted again.&nbsp; "Engage them from a distance since up close they can release a powerful electrical charge.&nbsp; That's what got me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:10:43</strong>
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				Elizabeth had never planned on leaving the other soldiers to die, that was not how she acted or in her way of doing things. She did however want to look around before blindly leaping in and liked her squad to follow her orders. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as she refocused on the mission at hand, the other thought in her head could be saved for the debriefing. As they approached the dig site she turned to Wolff, who was asking questions about the importance of the mission and why there seemed to be so much fighting over it. "That is a question better saved for a time when we can't get shot at anytime by a force trying to take that very beacon it seems. The only answer I can give right now is that I think you will find your answer in the most obvious place. If it is not so important why are the Geth, which haven't been seen in a long time here, why do they seem to want the beacon?" she asked slowing down as they approached the site. &nbsp;"Soldier watch the area and tell me if there are anymore Geth approaching" she said to Wolff. Elizabeth then looked over the two soldiers and walked up to the one in pink "I am Commander Shepard, soldier what's your name and can you tell me if the beacon is still here?" she asked.<br><br>"Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams, and yes ma'am the beacon is near here only a short walk up, you can see the edge of it from here. The team was preparing it for when you got here, good thing to or the Geth would have gotten their hands on it sooner" Ashley said. "Are there more reinforcements aside from you that were dropped out of that Alliance ship" she asked hopeful "cause as you can see we need all the help we can get. Everyone from my unit was killed I was lucky enough to join up with another soldier from a different squad, Anastasia, is her name."<br><br>"No, we only our mission was to pick up the beacon we were not planning on the Geth being here. But we are here now and will do our best to help you out when we can, for now we need to get up there and make sure the beacon is secure. I am truly sorry for your lose and we will make sure the Geth pay for it, but right now I need your help Ashley" she said stepping a closer to her.<br><br>"Yes ma'am" Ashley answered "I will contact Anastasia and tell her were to meet us, she was going up to meet with a Quarian." Elizabeth nodded "understood, when your done meet me and Wolff by the edge of the path" she said going back over to Wolff. Ashley nodded and moved over to go tell Anastasia what she had just been told by Commander Shepard.<br><br>"Wolff le-" she started as a message from Joker came through on the comm. "Thanks Joker, we have the beacon in sight and are heading towards it now. We can deal with the heavy power output after we got off the planet with the beacon and we aren't being shot at. Have you heard any news from Nihlus, I haven't seen or heard from him since the drop" she said back to Joker. "No ma'am no word from him yet" was Jokers only reply. "Alright Joker, keep me posted if anything new comes up" she said turning back to Wolff. "We are moving towards the beacon, Ashley and the other soldiers are going to meet us there" she said as she started to move towards the path leaving towards the beacon.<br><br>Half way up the path she noticed something laying on the ground, checking the corners she moved closer to the body. When she was close enough her eyes widened slightly as she saw it was Nihlus, he had been shot twice in the back of the head and was dead. "Joker" she said quickly talking into the comm link "Nihlus is dead, we just found him on the path way to the beacon"<br><br><br>((Okay sorry for the long post, but I had a lot to deal with.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 05:22:00</strong>
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				Anastasia continued up the ridge to the top where she paused passively scanning the area with her omni-tool before carefully crawling up onto the ridge line to keep a low profile. A quick look back confirmed that the Quarian had to be close by to have picked off the Geth sniper. Almost in response to her thought she saw the lanky Quarian slowly stand a sniper rifle held down his free hand up in a friendly gesture. Anastasia moved closer as the Quarian seemed to just stand mutely. Her violet eyes slowly scanned over him as she approached her black lips in half smile. The Quarian still silent tilted his head down and as his fingers quickly taped a sequence into his Omni-tool when he looked back up to her the ring light on his sealed helmet flickered and she could hear him speak now.<br>"Sorry, was running silent. I'm very glad to see you... lieutenant?"<br><br>Anastasia smiled as she nodded in response to his question, her right hand twirling the vibrobade that she had been holding hidden behind her forearm around and quickly sheathing it in the empty blade sheath that sat horizontally across the small of her Back.<br><br>The Quarian explained that he had muted his audio output, about a family that was holed up not too far away, that he was eager to take out more of the Geth, and willing to take her orders. He also introduced himself as Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn.<br><br>“Lieutenant Anastasia Black, Systems Alliance Navy; 5th Fleet, Special Deployment”. She said a wry smile on her dark lips as she finished her introduction; she turned looking in the general direction of the dig site and the space port as she continued speaking. <br>‘’We need to move Jemarr'Kris, there are other Systems Alliance forces marshaling at a nearby dig site and probably the Space port as well.” She said looking back to the Quarian with a grin as she began to head towards the spaceport.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 13:25:23</strong>
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				Jemarr's shoulders picked up as Anastasia introduced herself, and he seems lighter on his feet. By his body language, he may have been smiling, but it was impossible to tell under the visor.<br><br>"More forces marshalling? That's good news. We'll need a centralised force to kick those demons back off the planet. I'm right behind you, Lieutenant."<br><br>He arched his back and slotted his sniper rifle back into its strap, patting the pistol at his belt to make sure it was still there before he set off behind Anastasia, giving her a polite nod as she looked back to him. He leaned forward as he ran, his backwards-curving legs granting him decent speed, although he lacked the athleticism of an Alliance marine.<br><br>Jemarr twitched his omni-tool as he ran behind Anastasia, his gaze sweeping either side of the ridge and back to the marine in front of him, then to the holographic display on his left arm. "I've got the dig site coming up, Lieutenant," he said, keeping his breath measured and steady as he jogs along. "Looks like a number of Alliance soldiers heading that way too. Good to get some numbers together. I'll do my best to pick up any geth signals in the area, but they may be jamming me. You'll make contact with your people?" He kept jabbing at his Chameleon's display as he ran, optimizing for breaking counter-scanning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 18:52:55</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106908.msg4663260#msg4663260">Quote from: Vergil1989 on 19-05-2011, 01:47:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fighting their way through the small horde between them, Giselle's blades did their dance of death without ever missing a step, her swords seeming to be everywhere at once despite her two broken ribs slowing her down a little bit.&nbsp; She still managed to listen to Tyger speak about the orb and what he had found out about it on his way in to check on the disturbances he had felt as well as save her in turn after he had found her of course.&nbsp; Regardless, she did manage to chuckle as she sliced open another humanoid creature's torso, felling it like a tree as it fell backward, missing its left arm up at the elbow as well in the same flash of movement.&nbsp; The big creature that she could hear up ahead in the main hall after having gotten out of the attic, right before their exit from the second floor if she had to guess.&nbsp; Helena Bloodmire was also in that area as Giselle scanned the footprints left behind in the dust.&nbsp; Having knelt down a moment when they were clear of any new enemies, Giselle grimaced slightly and grabbed at her right side, looking to Tyger but saying nothing about it.&nbsp; "I don't want to split up if we can help it.&nbsp; Besides, that monster that's up ahead and Luvia's granddaughter seem to be in the same place anyway.&nbsp; I say we take them both apart at once myself.&nbsp; And about sensing that thing for two weeks, you could have gotten here sooner and saved me the trouble of getting accosted by a member of the Harpers to investigate this place and then getting captured in the process."&nbsp; She teased, leading the way just a step ahead of her were-tiger friend and ally.<br><br>More Husks and stitched together creatures stood between them and the big boy up ahead that blocked their way to the first floor and freedom.&nbsp; They didn't have long either since that orb was going to explode most likely when that timer reached 0.&nbsp; For now, concentrating on the task at hand, Giselle's blades found their marks in a dog creature with a poison dart tail, similar to the ones on the first floor she had slain.&nbsp; "Careful of the tails, Tyger!&nbsp; They shoot poison darts out."&nbsp; She warned, blocking one such dart with Twinke as she twisted to the right, slicing open one such creature's face in half, killing it long before it hit the ground as Icingdeath claimed three more with one swing, right across their throats.&nbsp; There were five Husks to deal with yet, and Giselle didn't relish getting close enough to get electrocuted again.&nbsp; "Engage them from a distance since up close they can release a powerful electrical charge.&nbsp; That's what got me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>Despite the fighting, which in truth with the skill of both warriors it is more like simply using their blades to hack through obstacles blocking their passage then actual fighting, Tyger laughs lightly. “I came from a very long way away. It took me nearly two weeks to get to here traveling as fast as I could. I didn’t even stop in the city to be hired by anybody for anything. Besides if we had come in together we both may have been captured and in need of rescuing.” When Giselle says that she does not want to split up and both targets seem to be together anyway he replies, “Works for me.”<br><br>&nbsp;When the canine creatures join the massacre Tyger blocks one spike and dodges another even as Giselle is informing him of their ability to do that. Taking a brief breather with only five Husks standing between them and the final flight of stairs his eyes sparkle in amusement when she suggests taking them out from a distance. With a simple thought he causes the shadows to reach out and envelop the five Husks and he shields them from their power source severing the connection. All five of the blue demons collapse to the stone floor and dissolve into nothing. “Okay Dealt with from range. Now let’s get the final battle over with so we can get the hell outa here.” Instead of charging head long down the staircase though, he steps backwards into an empty alcove and disappears into the shadows in it. “I’ll meet you at the bottom.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 19:32:15</strong>
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				Giselle could only shake her head in amusement since it truly was easy for the two of them to fight their way through the monstrous horde between them and freedom.&nbsp; Helena was going to get a nasty surprise as Giselle watched Tyger disappear into the shadows.&nbsp; "You better."&nbsp; She teased, heading down the old fashion way, though slowly so she'd be able to get a glimpse of whatever it was that was waiting for them down there on the first floor landing.&nbsp; Something told her that everything up until now had been too easy, and that whatever monstrosity that Helena had cooked up was going to test them both to their limits.&nbsp; Her guess wasn't too far off the mark either as she opened the door and immediately dived to the left as a concussive blast took the door off of its hinges and most of the wall it had been attached to at the same time.&nbsp; It was a Geth Armature, a 'tank' of the synthetic army of robots that had taken over the Perseus Veil a long time ago.&nbsp; While not as strong as a Colossus, it was still able to kill infantry with a single shot of its primary weapon which had thankfully missed Giselle by mere centimeters.&nbsp; Helena was cackling like a madwoman as she saw the mighty ranger having to run behind cover, trying to catch her breath from such a close call.<br><br>"Oh how far the mighty have fallen."&nbsp; She called from the creature's back, having climbed aboard when it had previously been folded up in a neat little package until now, a gift from her master to deal with any pesky intruders like the ranger that was cowering behind a feeble barrier that her metal colossus could crush without even firing its main weapon.&nbsp; The orb had been a gift as well to help with her mad plans, unaware it was about to go critical in five minutes in a blast powerful enough to destroy her entire mansion and part of the block around it.&nbsp; Giselle meanwhile panted from how close that first shot had been, amazed and shocked at how powerful the beast was.&nbsp; "Come out little warrior!&nbsp; Face death and crumble to ash at my feet!"&nbsp; Giselle had to laugh then as she did come out, fire in her brown orbs as she ran up to the metal beast, her blades sinking through the kinetic barrier that was meant to block bullets and laser rounds, not swords that moved considerably slower than either, and thus it was unable to stop her attack.&nbsp; However, the metal that made up the Armature was strong enough to block her attack, although she was able to leave a sizable cut in its front left leg, and it couldn't fire on her without hurting itself as Giselle slipped underneath the creature and ran out to its back end, confusing it as she bounded off the wall and landed on its hind quarters just as Helena turned, ready for such a tactic.&nbsp; "You aren't the only one with tricks up her sleeve, half Drow bitch!"&nbsp; Helena screamed, a green orb of light forming in her left hand.&nbsp; A Melf's Acid Arrow?!&nbsp; Giselle dug her blades into the beast and fell back instead of continuing forward, just as the spell went over her head and slammed into the wall, melting a sizable hole in the process, but the half Drow had managed to rend the Armature a couple of new wounds in the process since she had fell with her swords dug in deep before falling to the floor in a roll that landed her on her feet a second later.&nbsp; This...was going to be harder than she thought.<br><br>(http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-05/art/me-geth-armature.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 20:43:27</strong>
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				Anastasia continued towards the dig site and the beacon; Jemarr was following closely behind her as they picked their way down the side of the ridge. The Quarian was efficiently scanning the area as the pair raced to join the Systems Alliance marines that had secured the Prothean beacon.<br>Her com beeped as her omni-tool flicking into existence as Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams ID flashed up. Anastasia activated her IFF and made sure that the signal was encrypted.<br>“Yes Sergeant?” Anastasia said taking a moment to pause at the corner of a prefab structure on the edge of where the dig site, rail station, and Space port all met. <br>“Ma’am, Commander Sheppard and her squad are moving to secure the beacon, what’s your ETA to our location?”<br>“Less than 5 Mikes Sergeant.” Anastasia said as Jemarr caught up to her, she nodded to him once and continued onwards checking her omni-tool as she did.<br>“We are approaching from the North West IFF active; accompanied by unmarked friendly, our Quarian hacker.” She smirked then paused. The very air seeming to thrum as a simply massive and alien ship that had to be more than a kilometer in length if not two began to lift off from the far side of the space port.<br><br>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/144/2/9/ME1_scrn_Nazara01_by_Baerenbeere.jpg)<br><br>“That’s NOT an Alliance Ship.” Anastasia says into the com to Ashley, her violet eyes flicking to Jemarr. <br>“Is it Geth?" "It must have a massive eezo core to be able to enter the atmosphere.” Anastasia said aloud to both Ashley over the com and Jemarr as she looked at the craft continuing to rise into the atmosphere; a thousand more questions were poised on her lips as she watched the monstrous vessel.<br>“Anastasia out.” She said as she killed the com link with Ashley.<br>“Come on Jemarr, we need to get moving fast!” She said breaking into a full run towards the other marines.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 22:10:08</strong>
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				The only response Tyger gives his friend’s teasing is a smile hidden behind his mask with a brief twinkle of amusement in his dangerously red eyes before they too disappear from view in the shadow of the alcove. Completely concealed from view he pauses to send forth his shadow probes into the landing at the bottom of the stairs to get a ‘feeling’ for what awaits them there. He still has not chosen his destination shadow when Giselle opens the door. He is nearly deafened by the blast from the strange iron golem that removes the door and a sizable portion of the stone wall and shakes the entire stone structure. Momentarily dazed by the noise and force of the blast he is slower in getting to the landing then he had hoped. Sensing the woman’s use of magic and her position on the back of the four legged iron beast he changes his chosen shadow to one near the ceiling instead of ground level.<br><br>Jumping to his chosen shadow Tyger pushes off the wall as he begins to fall as he is not directly above the iron beast or its rider. The push puts him in place to drop on the back of the beast with his katana poised to drive through the witch, but something alerts her to the danger and she dives off her iron mount receiving only a nasty gash on her thigh from the ninja ultra sharp blade. Missing his intend target the blade being driven both by the fall and his incredible strength sinks deep into the body of iron. Landing easily on the beast’s back he immediately tries to free his blade but it is stuck fast. Letting go of his blade Tyger flips off onto the floor and moves under the creature’s iron belly. He suddenly starts to expand and his armor vanishes leaving in its place a human like tiger creature much larger than the half covered in white fur with black stripes. Using his greater strength and mass Tyger grabs two of the four iron legs and hoists it off balance and throws it to the floor. If he could talk in this form he would yell for Giselle to use her own acid arrow on the beast’s exposed under belly while she has the chance, but he is capable of human speech in this form. He leaps easily over the fallen monstrosity and grabs hold of his katana. With a mighty twist and powerful tug he wrenches the blade free causing a massive amount of damage.<br><br>Tyger is suddenly driven back as five magic missiles slam into his broad fur covered chest from the witches hand as she rises to stand on her good leg. He however does not go down from the magic assault but instead roars in anger and pain and charges straight at the witch with blade, claws, and teeth flashing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:16:53</strong>
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				Helena wasn't about to give up this fight as the Armature tried to stand, but Giselle was already at its throat, carving out a sizable chunk from its neck before delivering the coup de grace.&nbsp; Another green acidic arrow formed in the half Drow's right hand, and she fired it at point black range and watched as the metal beast's head was melted off of its long neck, rendering the beast ineffective and useless now.&nbsp; If you wanted to kill a snake, it was best to cut off its head, and it seemed to hold true here as well.&nbsp; Turning to the witch, Giselle's brown eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as she charged the woman down, not even slowing at all when a lightning bolt slammed into her chest.&nbsp; Helena was stunned into inactivity as she felt a searing pain in her chest that radiated out of her back when Giselle had plunged both of her blades through the dark hearted bitch.&nbsp; "May the Nine Hells take your black soul, Helena Bloodmire."&nbsp; Giselle growled, pulling her swords free by planting her right foot against her stomach and kicking hard enough to send her against the back wall before she had to groan and grab at her own sides, her ribs having taken enough abuse that they had not simply cracked, but were now effectively broken.&nbsp; "Damn....pushed myself too hard."&nbsp; She groaned, barely able to stand let alone walk now that the fight was over and her adrenaline had ran out on her.&nbsp; Turning to Tyger in his were-tiger form, Giselle's brown eyes softened considerably as she sheathed her father's blades after cleaning them as best she could on the woman's black dress.&nbsp; "We have...to get out of here Tyger.&nbsp; I think....that orb was going to blow....if that countdown meant...what I think it does."&nbsp; Leaning against one of the few walls that hadn't been torn apart by the Armature's attack, Giselle took slow, labored breaths since she could feel two if not three of her ribs on the right side scratching against her lung on that same side as well.&nbsp; Anymore pressure and she'd be drowning in her own blood, and that was one way to die she wanted to avoid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 14:06:06</strong>
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				Jemarr flicked his Chameleon I from left to right as he edged his way down the ridge, keeping his right hand against the rock to avoid losing his balance. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Anastasia pause ahead to confer with her squadmate. He was no stranger to long hours worked on board a ship, but crossing so much harsh terrain in such a short time was taking its toll.<br><br>He leant against the building for a moment to catch his breath, and jammed a small, oddly designed bottle against his mouthpiece. Having apparently satisfied himself with whatever its contents were, he replaced it at his belt and set off again behind Anastasia, watching the estimated location of the dig site approach on his omni-tool display.<br><br>Jemarr grinned at his introduction as the "unmarked friendly", and playfully waved at Anastasia's omni-tool as if Ashley could see him. A flashing light on his own tool made him tilt his head just before the first waves of sound reached them from the alien ship taking off from the spaceport.<br><br>He shook his head in response to Anastasia's question. "Not geth - they base their ships on stolen quarian designs. I've never seen anything like that - the planet's gravity should tear apart a ship that size." He flicked a button on his suit, verifying that he was still recording everything he saw and heard, and took off after Anastasia, heart racing in excitement and dread. Normally he would be eager to see a new ship design, but something about this one just felt wrong. He stopped paying attention to his omni-tool and sprinted in the marine's wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 15:48:32</strong>
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				The witch did not even pay any attention to the were-tiger after letting her magic missiles fly. Knowing the small darts of pure which never miss their intended target she just assumed it take down the ferocious beast. Her attention had immediately gone back to Giselle as the witch launched the lightning bolt at his friend. He roars again this time in frustration at not being close enough to prevent the spell from going off. He skids to a stop at seeing the half drow not even slowed in her charge by the lightning and he merely watches as both blades are plunged through the witch’s body. Sensing his friend’s pain he moves quickly to the entrance and opens it as wide as it will go.<br><br>Returning to Giselle’s side Tyger takes her stance and realizes that she has suffered some broken ribs. He nods to acknowledge that he heard and understands her words. Switching the grip on his katana so the blade is pointing back instead of to the front when his hand is hanging at his side he moves in close to her and with gentleness nobody ever expect from such a fearsome looking creature he scoops her up into his massive fur covered arms. His movements are slow and deliberate as his is being extremely careful not aggravate her injuries. Easily supporting her weight he holds her pressed closely to his furry chest with its magically scorched fur. He walks taking great care not to bounce her through the open door out into the afternoon sun. Starting slowly he increases his speed until he his moving much faster than either of them could have run in his normal form and she would have been able to achieve even without her injury. He turns a corner and presses his back to a stone wall just as the massive explosion destroys the manner. Other nearby buildings are damaged by the blast and the wall against his back shakes violent but remains intact even as the shock wave rushes through the spot he had turned out of.<br><br>After gently putting Giselle down on the ground Tyger stands and turns to face her. His feline face contorts in pain as his body quickly shrinks back down to his 5’7” height and his armor and equipment return. After sheathing his blade he looks at his injured friend through his now charcoal gray eyes filled with concern and says, “You need healing. Can you walk or do you still require that I carry you?” He looks around briefly before returning his gaze to her. “I’ve never been to Baldur’s Gate before you will have to guide me to the nearest temple.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 17:13:31</strong>
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				((Word of advice, don't ever piss off Giselle lol.))<br><br>Being picked up by the were-tiger did give Giselle reason to smile since it felt quite normal for her for some reason despite the fact that he had never done this before for her.&nbsp; Of course, he never had cause to do so before, but today was quite unique in several areas, the least of which was the fact that Helena had been using some form of technology unheard of in this world.&nbsp; The sounds of the battle however could have been heard across the city if she had to guess as she tried to breath as slowly and evenly as she could in time with Tyger's steps so as to decrease any jarring she might have felt.&nbsp; When they reached the outside at last, the half Drow flinches a bit since the sun above is quite bright today, and she is forced to close her sensitive eyes since she hadn't had time to adjust as she normally would have.&nbsp; Even so, Giselle doesn't pay it much mind as they clear the blast radius just in time as they hide against a wall of a distant building before the blast rips apart Bloodmire Manor from top to bottom, something that should have been done a long time ago.&nbsp; When sat down and after watching Tyger transform back into his more human like appearance just as a crowd starts to gather at the mansion as the smoke clears to reveal the crater that was left behind, Giselle slowly yet painfully gets to her feet, and nods that she could walk but it would take some time to get to a temple.<br><br>"There's....a temple devoted to Helm on the main street, right by an inn and tavern called the Purple Wyrm Inn.&nbsp; You....can't miss it."&nbsp; Considering it was bigger than the inn itself and the houses around it, that was the understatement of the year since one of the old adventurers had been a cleric for the Ever Watchful guardian of all that was good and just.&nbsp; "The Inn....was where I ran into that Harper as well....and where I need to go...after I've gotten these damn ribs taken care of....and your own injuries from being hammered by five magical missiles."&nbsp; She replied with equal concern for her friend's well being, even if she knew he regenerated considerably faster than she could in his were-tiger form if her memory served.&nbsp; Taking a shaky step forward, Giselle leaned heavily against Tyger but managed to walk on her own to the aforementioned temple, being too stubborn to ask for help since it was obvious from her face that each step was not comfortable in the least for the warrior.&nbsp; Even so, she was thankful for the help Tyger had provided thus far, and it showed in her brown eyes that kept going to his face from time to time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 18:46:29</strong>
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				They make quite a pair as Tyger and Giselle walk slowly through the city to Helm’s temple. Of course as soon as she had leaned on him he had put his arm around her waist and slid himself under her arm so that it rested across his shoulders. Her with the charcoal skin of her father’s race and him in his unusual armor made of pure shadow and magic walking slowly almost like lovers out for an afternoon stroll. Most if not all of the people opening gawking at them do not bother to notice the pain she experiences with each step and breath. He laughs at her concern for his health, “As I’m sure you know Magic Missiles is one of the first spells wizards learn when first starting their training in magic. They don’t have much bite, their only real advantage is that they never miss and cannot be dodged. Sure as the mage grows in power they can launch up to five but they are still little more than annoyances to all but the weak. By the time we reach the temple there will be nothing left that the priests can do for me.”<br><br>They reach the temple and after the initial shock their appearances give the acolytes a priest is quickly brought to see to Giselle’s injuries. The priest gently takes Giselle from Tyger’s hold and puts on a cot in a side room. Before attending her injuries though he calls to an acolyte to fetch the high priest. Looking at Tyger with a sorrowful look he says, “I will see to your friends injuries but your affliction is beyond what I can do for you. The high priest will see to your needs, sir.”<br><br>Tyger gives the priest a quick smile of thanks that does not reach his eyes. As soon the priest turns to look at Giselle Tyger’s false smile vanishes and he rolls his eyes knowing what is coming from the high priest. He has been through this many times in past two centuries. With a true smile for his friend he says, “I will be just outside. I’ll see you once the kind priest here has taken care of your injuries.” He turns and walks out of the room and leans against wall next to the door not at all looking forward to meeting the high priest.<br><br>The wait is not very long as even though Tyger had not noticed a sense of urgency to the message the high priest approaches just behind the acolyte moving at an almost run. The high priest starts to enter the room asking, “What is so import …” He stops in mid stride and mid word as his eyes fall on the half elf leaning on the wall. “Oh I see. Let me start by saying how so…”<br><br>Tyger stands up straight from the wall holding up his right hand with palm out in the universally recognize ‘Stop’ gesture. Looking directly into the high priest’s eyes he says, “Before you go any further you should know that this is not the first time I have had this conversation with somebody of your holiness. I got my curse got over two centuries ago. I am well aware of what I am and I have made this curse my own. For me it has become more blessing than curse. I use the strength it gives me to fight evil and help those weaker than myself. It has been over a century sense I lost control of my emotions and thus the beast. I change when it is beneficial to do so, when I choose to, and this mind and soul remain in control of my actions. I don’t want your cure and will not allow you to give it to me.”<br><br>The high priest’s jaw drops open in shock momentarily. Then he mutters some words in a quiet prayer to Helm and waves his Holy Symbol before Tyger. With his spell now in affect the older priest looks at Tyger studying him intently for several seconds. The priest’s jaw drops open again with a new shock. He quickly recovers and says, “I can see your connection to the shadows and the evil of your curse, but I also see that you are telling the truth. You are better than most warriors I tend to, but not absolutely good. There is some evil in you, as there is in all of us but you are for the most part a very good man. Which also surprises me as I can see the pain you carry, a pain that in a lesser form has turned many people bitter and evil. One with such a curse as you have could have very easily turned into a real monster filled with hatred and rage.”<br><br>Tyger smiles, “Hunted down and killed by someone like myself. I fought such a monster like you are speaking of. Although it died it left its mark on me. It was very hard at first the beast is strong, but I refused to let the monster win and have taken control of it instead of it taking control of me.”<br><br>The high priest bows to Tyger saying, “It was my honor to meet you, Sir. I will not bother you any further. You are correct, you do not need my cure.” The priest turns and leaves, leaving the acolyte and several others staring open mouthed at the half elf ninja. Tyger nods at the high priest and simple returns to leaning on the wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 20:32:59</strong>
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				((Last post for a while until AngelicBlade has a chance to catch up.))<br><br>Giselle chuckled since he had a valid point.&nbsp; She had learned that spell herself a long time ago, but she had never favored it since it was indeed weak although it did home in as Tyger said.&nbsp; Even so, she was still worried for his health, but as he said, his wounds were all but gone by the time they did reach the Temple of Helm.&nbsp; The all Seeing Eye on a metal gauntlet was prominent as they cleared the wooden double doors and an acolyte took Giselle off of Tyger's hands, having ignored the odd looks that had followed them all the way here.&nbsp; She sighed heavily, knowing as well what would most likely follow, but she didn't say a word as she nodded to the warrior that had saved her ass, for which she'd be eternally grateful considering how bad things had gotten in such a short time.&nbsp; It disturbed her greatly to consider Helena had had such a powerful creature at her disposal, but her thoughts were interrupted when the acolyte touched her right side that was still covered by her mithril chainmail armor.&nbsp; Wincing and gasping in shocked pain, Giselle's brown eyes narrowed to slits but she didn't say anything offensive, although she had been damn close as the man offered his humblest apologies.&nbsp; "Just...take it easy will ya?"<br><br>"Of course Madame Do'Urden.&nbsp; Don't act surprised, everyone on the surface knows you and your father for all the good you have done over the years.&nbsp; It is a surprise but an honor to meet you in person."&nbsp; Giselle chuckled and groaned shortly afterward since it still hurt to talk, let alone laugh.&nbsp; It didn't take long for the healer to work his magic as a soft light formed around her broken ribs that came from the man's hands that hovered mere centimeters away from her body.&nbsp; Wincing as they were mended in a few minutes with an barely audible scraping noise as they reconnected themselves, but it was surely felt by Giselle, she breathed a sigh of relief even though it would still be a bit tender since there was still some bruising.&nbsp; "May Helm watch over your path."&nbsp; Giselle bowed respectfully and low at the waist, earning a nod from the man in turn who smiled broadly, wonder in his eyes to have tended to such a legend among their world, unaware that things were going to get far worse before they got better.&nbsp; Walking out after leaving a few gold coins in donation for what they had provided here, Giselle found Tyger shortly afterward as she heard whispers of her name being thrown about the place.&nbsp; In a way, it felt good to be so well known, but on the other hand she had to behave herself while in towns like this, but that wasn't a problem considering she was honorable and just, just like her father, but....she had a bit more of a wild side that was rarely let out anymore.&nbsp; Three bad relationships would do that to anyone.&nbsp; "I'm feeling better Tyger, but still a bit tender.&nbsp; Guess the bruises will have to heal on their own.&nbsp; No biggie.&nbsp; Ready to go?"&nbsp; She asked, still needing to talk to the Harper that had found her at the Purple Wyrm Inn that was right next door to this place.<br><br>(http://www.nj-pbem.com/data/Gods/humangods/Helm_symbol.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 20:19:52</strong>
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				Standing up from the wall Tyger smiles as Giselle comes out of the room moving much better. “There is always some natural healing that must be done. Am I ready? Doll, if it had been anybody else but you I probably would have just them at the door and not come in at all. Not to disrespect the clergy, but my presence in temples usually ends in an argument. Or debate rather about whether or not I am cursed and in need of a very powerful removal cast upon me. You have to promise me that if you ever have to bring me to any temple other than this one you will not let them perform that removal on me.” As they are exiting the temple he adds, “This is the first time the one powerful enough to do the removal has been wise enough to look beyond the curse and into my heart to see what lies there and where the control is.”<br><br>They walk the short distance to the Purple Wyrm Inn. Tyger instantly recognizes the Harper by the herald he wears and by the nervous that is affecting his scent. As he sets eyes on the Harper the man also sees Giselle and visibly shows his great relief. He quickly stands and rushes up to her. “I’m so gladly you are okay Madame Do'Urden. When I heard of the destruction of the manner I feared that you may have been caught in the blast. I am greatly relieved to see that you made it safely out. You have done well. I can see why you are such a legendary hero. This is yet another victory to be added to the vaulted story of the Do’Urden family.” Content to let the Harper believe that Giselle had accomplished her mission alone Tyger leaves the two to talk as he seeks out the innkeeper to get his own room for at least one night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 04:16:22</strong>
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				Giselle nodded her understanding since she knew how much of a burden his curse brought to the man that walked beside her, but he accepted it the same way she accepted the racial hatred her skin sometimes brought out in people in turn.&nbsp; It was a rare occurrence anymore, but sometimes a fool hardy young man or woman would try to start trouble, and even more rarely, Giselle would have to defend herself against such attacks on her honor or person, depending on how bad things got.&nbsp; Nodding her agreement to Tyger's wish, the half Drow smiles solemnly in understanding since she wouldn't trust many people to tend to someone like herself.&nbsp; "You have my oath on that Tyger.&nbsp; Besides, if not for that 'curse', I wouldn't be here now probably, so I see it as a blessing myself, and one I would never ask to be taken off if it makes you a lesser person.&nbsp; Followers of Helm might see the world in black and white for the most part, but they are wise and well learned as well, thus making them valuable allies to have if they are true to the faith.&nbsp; There are few temples like theirs I'd ever consider going near, so you don't have to worry about it Tyger.&nbsp; More than a few are very close minded about helping a Drow, even if she is a good and honest person as I am."&nbsp; Pulling her hood up as they exit the Temple of Helm, Giselle patted Tyger's back and smiles broadly despite how dark that conversation had almost become.&nbsp; Luckily, not everyone were foolish and hard headed, the Harpers and other organizations like them that defended the realms when the realms couldn't protect themselves being one of them.<br><br>Entering the boisterous inn that had seen several adventurers through its doors that had gone off to slay the Gray Prince and vampire Mordoc a few months after Eldrith the Betrayer had been sent back to the afterlife, Giselle immediately spied the man that had accosted her when she had originally come into this establishment to rest and head elsewhere.&nbsp; When he was done speaking after he had settled down a bit, Giselle shook her head since it hadn't just been her.&nbsp; She did give him a detailed description of everything she had seen, but there was one element to her story she waited until last to share since in her mind it was ironically the best despite the fact she had been captured first.&nbsp; Pointing up at the elven warrior in his black armor, the half Drow smiled as she told the truth of the matter.&nbsp; "I am not to thank alone my friend.&nbsp; He aided my escape when I needed it most.&nbsp; If you knew anything about my family, you'd know that we never fought alone against the Realms many nefarious enemies that have risen up in the past, and Tyger is one of those allies I would give my life for, just as he would do the same.&nbsp; He deserves an equal amount of praise as well since if not for him, I wouldn't be here now.&nbsp; He saved my life, and I will forever be in his debt for that."&nbsp; Letting him absorb that, Giselle walked away to cheers and applause since she hadn't been quiet about her tale as she joined Tyger on the stairs.&nbsp; "That should give the bards something to weave tales for the next month."&nbsp; She chuckled, not about to let the praise go to her head.&nbsp; "Gods I need a bath after that mess.&nbsp; I smell like I just crawled out of a crypt.&nbsp; Considering what we fought however, that isn't far from the truth."<br><br>http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Harpers (http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Harpers)&nbsp; (Harper info from the wiki page.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:27:06</strong>
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				Wolff sighed at the thought of having more people to worry about during the mission. He watches as Ashley as Elizabeth talked. He looked down at the ground for a moment then scanned the area again. Wolff's face show a hint of announce on face when she mentioned someone else and a Quarian. Wolff looked at Shepard and was about to say something but Joker's message arrived and he stopped. <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">'A large power source? Is that really any of our concern?! I mean we're a special forces group. . . Being sent to check out a strong power source after a mission like this is plain stupid. . . But maybe a nice break'</span> He followed Shepard strangely quite lost in his thoughts.<br><br>He snapped back to reality when they found Nihlus with two holes in his skull. "What kinda coward shots someone when their back is turned?! Could the Geth really out smart someone like Nihlus? Ugh. . . This day keeps gettin' worse and worse. . . Anyway shouldn't we secure the beacon? But it's not my call so what are my orders Commander Shepard?" He stood at complete attention scanning the area fr a Geth sniper or any sign of and sort of struggle, not seeing any his suspensions grew that this was a betrayal of somekind. Wolff kneeled down and examined the ground looking at two pairs of Turain footprints. "Erm, Shepard. . . come over here and check this out. . ." Wolff looked up staring at the strange ship leaving the ground. He quickly pointed at it being lost for words his attention snapped tot he space station. He could see some Geth trying to haul it away and he grabbed his rifle and stood awaiting orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 19:14:17</strong>
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				Tyger silent for a moment as he thinks about Giselle’s words than he replies, “That’s very true, without my ‘curse’ I would have likely died of old age before we ever met or at the very least been much too old to help you those many years ago. I would certainly be long dead by now as those of us with human blood don’t live nearly as long the purely elven. Also without it my journey would have taken much longer than two weeks and I would not have arrived in time to save you. You would be amazed at how more ground you can cover when you have four legs instead of two.”<br><br>Coming to a stop Tyger turns to look at Giselle and the Harper when he hears, "I am not to thank alone my friend.” He smiles at her as she talks about him rescuing her and of their loyalty to each other. As the Harper looks at him he simply inclines his head to the man. When their conversation ends and she joins him on the stairs accompanied by the cheers of just about everybody in the inn as she had gotten nearly everybody’s attention with her story he waves and gives a little bow to the crowd.&nbsp; With a warm laugh he says, “I can already imagine what the bards will say. They sing about the virtues of their half drow heroine with brief mention of the half elf that rescued her so she could save Baldur’s Gate, which really isn’t far from the truth and I really prefer to remain in the shadows. The really interesting talk though will be the speculation of the commoners about what we do together when I’m not rescuing you and you’re not saving the city.” As they climb the stairs and get further away from the crowd, he says, “Actually what we just came through was far worse than any crypt I’ve ever been in. It was not a place where the dead are put to rest. It was a house of carnage.”<br><br>Reaching the top of the stairs and as they move down the hall Tyger looks over at Giselle with amused violet eyes. “You left out of your story what I consider to be the best parts. That being finding you naked.” He lets out a low playful growl. “And then carrying you to safety. The walk to temple ranks pretty high up there too.” Looking back in the direction they are walking he gets a kind of faraway look in his still purple tinted eyes. “You know if I had gotten you in my arms so long ago I might have stayed instead going another direction when our adventure was completed. Even after a half century apart I recognized your scent as soon as I picked it up even in that horrid place. I knew it was you well before I saw you.” He stops at the door to the room that he was given with his hand on the door handle. He glances down at himself than looks back up at her. “A bath sounds absolutely divine and I don’t have any bags that need to be stowed away first.” Taking his hand back from the door he hooks his arm through her arm. “Show me to the baths.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 16:57:19</strong>
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				Giselle could only nod solemnly as they paused at the top of the stairs for a moment since if not for his curse, she'd have been in very deep shit right about now, and that was the truth.&nbsp; If Helena had had her way with the warrior, Giselle wasn't sure what would have happened to her other than a slow and very painful death, only to be stitched back together onto some foul creature that should have never been created to begin with.&nbsp; Even so, she didn't have time to ponder on that fact as she laughed in good nature as he continued on with what the bards were most likely going to start talking about in the days to come.&nbsp; She again nodded her understanding since she knew his personality and his history well enough to know that he didn't really like the spotlight as much as some people did, and that was why she hadn't mentioned anything more than his name to the crowd at the inn or the Harper.&nbsp; Besides, Tyger was one man that was nearly impossible to find if he ever wanted to hide since his control over the very shadows was perfection in its own right.&nbsp; A fact that annoyed Giselle to no end since she had tried to find him once or twice in the past....for personal reasons more than anything.&nbsp; She blushed brightly despite her cheeks being black as the night sky when Tyger mentioned finding her in the nude, about to be cut open by Helena.&nbsp; Even so, she smiled broadly since despite her ribs wanting to protest every step of the way, Giselle had enjoyed being held by the were-tiger as he had ran out of the Manor.<br><br>Pausing at the door to their room, Giselle looked down and sighed heavily since...she had felt the same way but things had been a little too hectic back then, or at least that's what she had told herself repeatedly.&nbsp; The truth was...well, had been a little too painful at the time for her to admit....then.&nbsp; Again her train of thought was interrupted however since she was glad he had remembered her so keenly in that house that had come straight from the Nine Hells itself.&nbsp; And not for the obvious fact he had saved her life in the resulting madness either, but because she had been remembered by Tyger, and Tyger alone.&nbsp; "I....find myself unable to disagree on any of those things you've mentioned Tyger.&nbsp; I...was a lot more foolish back in our younger days I'll admit.&nbsp; If I had had any reason, I would have stopped you from leaving instead of regretting that day for fifty years afterward as I have, until now.&nbsp; Things had been...too soon for me at the time....something I never told you even though you asked a couple of times.&nbsp; I think you had a general idea however...that I had had my heart broken shortly before I ran into you.&nbsp; It's...a long story, and most of it was my own damn fault anyway since I had hid my true face for the longest time as well as my true name, afraid of what his reaction would have been if he found out I was a Drow.&nbsp; He...eventually did, and we almost ended up killing each other, but I left...I simply left and he has since moved on since he was an elf and we haven't seen each other since.&nbsp; Despite our rough breakup, I hope he was able to find happiness.&nbsp; But...that's behind me now, fifty years of hard battle and long roads, and you're back at my side again, so in the end things have worked out in a weird, roundabout way."&nbsp; She replied, letting her arm wrap around his offered own, smiling at that idea since if rumor had been true then there had been a new bathhouse open up in the city walls just recently.&nbsp; "Then follow me my dear friend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 16:31:27</strong>
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				A true warm smile which reaches his violet eyes spreads across Tyger’s face when Giselle says that she has regretted letting him leave. Has he regretted his leaving? In some respects he has, but had he truly regretted it he would have sought her out. He has missed her that is certain, but even without her having said he had known that she was still heartbroken and not ready for another relationship. Then as the time had passed he figured that if she were ready and it was what she wanted then she could have found him or at least let it be known that she were searching. Admittedly there had been times he had not wanted to be found, but if he had heard that she were searching he would have then found her. Maybe neither one of them had been ready half a century ago, but now the fates had brought them back together because they are both ready. As his thoughts go to the fates having a hand in bringing them back together he also thinks that this adventure has only just started and soon the fate of their world will likely be resting in their hands again. He hopes that if what had been in the manor is just small sampling of what is to come that fate will provide some more allies for them.<br><br>After linking arms with Giselle Tyger is surprised to be lead back down the stairs and through the common room to the entrance, as they pass back through several of the customers make comments with one loud individual saying that was a very quite visit to a private room. He also rudely suggests that if Giselle wants a “Real Man” that she should look no further than him. Tyger ignores the man and the rowdy applause he gets from his friends. Once back out in the afternoon sun Tyger says, “I knew you had recently had your heart broken and had not healed from it yet. I knew you needed time for it to heal. The details weren’t and aren’t important. I am sorry that you had to learn the hard way that keeping secrets only hearts a relationship. Much of his problem may have been more that you deceived him than your heritage. I kind of figured when you were ready you would find me or at least get the word out that you were searching so I would know to find you. I thought about searching for you many times, but as time passed and new threats needed to be dealt with I just presumed that you had found somebody else. It sounds like you haven’t.”<br><br>Looking around the city as they walk through the streets Tyger finally asks, “Where are you taking me? Doesn’t the inn have baths?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 23:15:46</strong>
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				"Nihlus was a spectre, a highly trained soldier, I doubt Geth could out smart him. It had to be something else, someone else to get behind him and do this" she said looking around the area where they were. "Your orders remain the same stick close, focus on the mission, and watch my back" she said looking back towards Wolff. When he picked up on something she came over and looked at the tracks "that's odd, there wasn't suppose to be another Turain on this mission, at least that I was aware of. Something seems off about this..." she said as she followed Wolff gaze up towards the sky and a large unidentified ship that was hovering near by and seemed to be taking off. As she looked at it the ship seemed to begin to almost screech, anyone near by or looking at it would feel an immense pain in there head, almost like something was trying to burrow in. It was enough to cause Elizabeth and most likely others to grab their head slightly as the pain grew more intense and then gradually faded away as the ship went up and further into orbit.<br><br>As the pain passed Elizabeth withdrew her hand and placed it back on her gun as she regained all of her senses. As her senses returned she noticed something out of the corner of her eye, something was moving off near the rocks. She trained her gun at the rocks "who's there, show yourself" she yelled out towards the rocks, she was hoping it was friendly and not more Geth waiting to ambush them. "O-okay... okay, just don't shoot. I am human, I am friendly" said a slightly timid voice from behind the rock as a man emerge cautiously. Elizabeth lowered her weapon and moved close to the man "how long have you been there, and why were you hiding?" she asked. "I have been here for awhile, long enough to kinda of see what happened to him" he said motioning to Nihlus "and I was hiding so I didn't get shot by the Geth." Elizabeth looked again towards Nihlus then back to the man "if you saw what happened tell us, how did he get shot in the back of the head?"<br><br>"I didn't see much, I mainly heard him talking with another Turian. The two of them seemed to be pretty close as they that one seemed to trust him, and began to let down his guard. He even said the other ones name, it was.... um..." he said pausing as he searched his brain to remember. "S, something... I think it was Saren, yeah that is what he called him. Anyway after that he turned his back to him, and that was when the Saren or who ever put two shots into the back of his head."<br><br>"Saren, Saren..."&nbsp; Elizabeth said quietly to herself, she knew she had heard that name before just took a little while for it to register with her. "Saren, as in the Spectre" she said slightly confused, that couldn't be right, could it. "Is that all you saw?" she said asking the man again. "Yes, that's it" the man said, he seemed to be in hurry of some kinda, which is understandable consider what was going on. "Thank you" she said to the man before turning to those following her "Ashley tell the others to meet us at the tram that leads to the main station, it shouldn't be to far. We will enter the station from there and retrieve the beacon, Wolff you know your orders" she said looking between the two. "Okay lets move out" she said and turned to move closer to tram entrance and closer to the end of this mission. Ashley would quickly send a message back to the other group informing them of the plan and then quickly fall in line and head out with Elizabeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 06:37:03</strong>
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				The thrumming of the alien ship became a piercing screech forcing Anastasia to slow then stop, the unearthly sound seeming to bore right into her skull. A few moments later she opened her violet eyes again as the painful howl began to fade as the ship accelerated out of sight. Anastasia shook her head as she regained her senses, and looked back to Jemarr to see if he was OK too.<br><br>“So was that …shriek, intentional or just a side affect of the ships mass effect drive?” she said glancing to the little white dot that marked the aliens ships position as it left the atmosphere before she looked back over to Jemarr. <br><br>She looked down to her Omni-tool as the com link began beeping her fingers quickly encrypting the com channel.<br>“Yes Sergeant?” Anastasia said as she kept a watch on their surroundings as Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams voice came over the com link. <br>“Ma’am, Change in plans; Commander Sheppard wants you and the Quarian to rendezvous at the tram station, the Beacon is at the main maglev station.”<br>“Understood; rendezvous tram station, objective at maglev train station.” Anastasia said as she brought up a map of the colony and traced out the quickest route to the tram, station.<br>“Anastasia out.” She said as she ended the link with Ashley.<br>“OK, Jemarr.” Anastasia said looking to the Quarian “Let’s go see this Prothean Beacon that seems to be at the center of the Geth attack and that Alien ship.” She said as she flashed him a wry grin and headed off towards the tram station.<br><br>(http://images.wikia.com/masseffect/images/5/51/SpacePort4.png)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 10:20:38</strong>
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				Jemarr clutched his helmet as the ship emitted its unearthly screech, the tiny pinpricks of light behind his visor vanishing as he screwed up his eyes in pain. He jabbed at the controls of his helmet, but to no avail. "Can't... shut it out..." he muttered, before slumping against a rock as the sound faded away.<br><br>He shook his head as he pushed himself back to his feet, staring at the retreating shape of the ship. "That didn't sound like any mass effect drive I've ever heard. But no drive I've seen should be able to make a ship that size move like that either. Everything is wrong here." He taps his helmet a few times and shakes his head again. "I'm alright. Where to next?"<br><br>Jemarr listened to the incoming transmission from Chief Williams and called up his own map of the area as she and Anastasia talked. "Well, if that ship was after the Prothean artifact, looks like the Eden Prime defences were too good for them."<br><br>He copied the route from Anastasia's map and started jogging along after her, musing as he ran. "Great ancestors, a Prothean beacon. Who knows what the humans will get out of this?" All spacefaring races of the galaxy had benefitted greatly from discovering ancient Prothean technology, but humanity seemed to have a knack for exploiting such discoveries more quickly and fully than even the salarians. Despite his exhaustion and fear, a thrill of excitement ran through the young quarian's body at the thought of being present at what might be another turning point in the history of a species.<br><br>The local tram station loomed closer on Jemarr's map, and soon he could look down on it from the ridge. He tapped a sequence on his helmet and magnified his visor's vision until he could spot an Alliance squad approaching the station. Relieved to be joining up with superior numbers, he started picking his way down the ridge as Anastasia radioed in their presence on the Alliance encrypted channel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 19:40:36</strong>
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				((Elf, after this move to the Romance Thread if you wish an extended scene my friend.))<br><br>Giselle's own thoughts were interrupted as she lead the way to the door with Tyger in hand by a rather loud and obnoxious individual.&nbsp; She grinned wickedly to herself as she made harmless faerie fire appear all over the rude man's body, making him jump and scream until he realized he wasn't harmed at all.&nbsp; So much for being a real man.&nbsp; "You scream like a girl for being a 'real man'."&nbsp; Giselle retorted, earning a few chuckles from the more knowledgeable patrons since they hadn't reacted at all save to laugh and point at the man who was now fuming hot in the face, but he wasn't about to try his luck against such a deadly warrior as she bustled out the door, pulling her hood over her face without breaking her stride.&nbsp; At least, he wouldn't try to do so on his own....&nbsp; Forgetting the incident rather quickly, Giselle could only chuckle at Tyger's words as she stopped them in front of a recently opened bathhouse that she had wanted to visit since her arrival here.&nbsp; "I heard about this place opening up a couple of months ago, and supposedly it's the new thing in cities like this.&nbsp; There's a few places like this in the desert city of Calimshan, but I don't like the place since it is corrupt and foul in every sense of the word just about.&nbsp; People living on the streets amongst the filth and refuge left behind by the better off, among other such atrocities that aren't visible at least here, but it happens here all the same.&nbsp; Even so, I do what I can to make life better for everyone, not just the high born or the nobles or anyone like them that laud power of the less fortunate.&nbsp; I just hope it's enough some days."&nbsp; She whispered, pushing the door open and immediately a wave of steam and humidity washed over them.&nbsp; The sounds of water being splashed about in the massive pool that laid before them as well as several smaller but no less grand tubs scattered about the stone building were obvious, as were the dozens of people in various states of undress.<br><br>Not everyone had simply come to relax or bath away the dirt of the road however as more than a few couples and even one group of patrons were in the midst of love making.&nbsp; She ignored the sights and sounds however and went to the front desk that cordoned off the rest of the building off.&nbsp; "Lady Do'Urden?&nbsp; I never thought one of your stature would come here."&nbsp; The woman, a light elf, replied, gasping in shock since it was extremely rare to see someone like her enter a place like this, but then she chuckled warmly since it wasn't so unbelievable since she was mortal just like she was.&nbsp; "My apologies.&nbsp; Please, leave your gear at one of the sealed lockers that only your key which you shall be given upon payment of this places services, can open and relax to your heart's content.&nbsp; So long as you treat those around you with respect and dignity, you can come back as much as you wish.&nbsp; Of course, I'm sure that goes without saying to someone as famous as you."&nbsp; Giselle nodded and smiled warmly in turn, going to one of the changing rooms, hoping that Tyger would join her once she came out the other side after receiving her key when she had paid the small fee.&nbsp; She had been reluctant to give up anything of hers to be put away in a safe, but she would abide by this place's rules which were few and far between.&nbsp; The usual laws applied, no property damage, fighting, and others of the same.&nbsp; Even so, getting fresh didn't seem much of a problem here, but she had eyes only for Tyger as she stepped back out in a black robe that showed her curves rather than concealed them.&nbsp; Leading the way to an empty tub in the far corner of the establishment, Giselle knelt and tested the water with her hand, finding it to her liking before letting the soft robe fall to the floor around her feet before slowly sinking in the water up to her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 21:33:00</strong>
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				((Everyone, please feel free to keep on posting.))<br><br>Joker watched as the Reaper vessel left orbit, although it was just on the edge of his vision, but not out of range of the ship's sensor array which picked up massive energy readings from the thing.&nbsp; "What in God's name is that?&nbsp; Commander, I'm picking up massive energy readings from that ship that's leaving orbit.&nbsp; It doesn't match any known ship signatures, but whatever it is, it doesn't look friendly.&nbsp; It does match what we saw in the transmission we got from Eden Prime just before it went dark however.&nbsp; I'm guessing it's the same ship since I don't know of any other ugly ass squid like ships out there."&nbsp; As if things couldn't get any worse than what they had already, Joker's monitors started going off as he picked up a new threat on his radar.&nbsp; Great, Shepard wasn't going to be happy.&nbsp; "Remember that energy surge I mentioned earlier?&nbsp; That went offline shortly after that ship left the planet, but that's not what has me calling again.&nbsp; I'm detecting building energy sources from what looks like Element Zero fueled bombs.&nbsp; They're in the tram station, and you have about ten minutes to get em all.&nbsp; There's five altogether as far as I can tell.&nbsp; Be careful Commander."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 04:00:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; Wolff stared as if possessed by the ship, even as the loud screech stretched to his ears he didn't flinch or falter. He stared at the ship without blinking or flinching. As it faded he seemed to snap back to reality. Wolff looked at Shepard kinda confused as she took her hands from her ears. "Something the matter Commander?" He followed her gaze and looked at the rocks as a man appeared from them, He watched the station as Shepard talked, wondering when they would be on the move again. Wolff wanted to get off this planet as soon as they could. The fact that a supposed "simple mission" turned into this hell hole was very annoying to Wolff. He liked it when things went as planned.<br><br>&nbsp; Wolff looked over at the two talking when the name Saren popped up. He had only heard stories about Saren, the supposed best ranger, Wolff smiled to himself at the thought of a human ranger, he hopped she would surpass all of the other raced rangers even Saren himself. Wolff watched the man carefully not truly trusting the man, he seemed shady to Wolff. As Shepard gave him orders he followed with out hesitation jogging behind Shepard as they made there way towards the the train station hopping the beacon was still at the station of course. "Do you really think that person can be trusted? For we know he could have set us up for somekind of trap. I mean rocks aren't the best hidding spot, how do we know he didn't make somekind of deal with the Geth. . . Well, the Geth commander or whatever. Ah, whatever. Don't answer those questions I was just thinking aloud. Please excuse my bluntness Commander." Wolff raised his gun being ready for anything that may wait in store for them at the station, whatever it was. . . if anything at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 19:06:26</strong>
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				Elizabeth, didn't slow down, as she listened to Wolff questions, she was wondering if the man could be trusted as well. That could wait though right now completing the mission came first and recovering the beacon was what was important. They were maybe a minute or two out from the tram station, walking speed, as they proceeded cautiously to prevent another Geth ambush, she has had enough of those for one day. As the call comes in from Joker she slows down and takes a more fixed position to listen to what he has to say, giving Wolff and Ashely the sign to stop and hold up here for a second. What Joker had to say was anything but good news, as she found out bombs where now waiting for them at the spaceport where the beacon was, with a 10 minute fuse. The tram ride was less then 3 minutes and if it took a minute to reach the tram, running full speed they might have time to disarm the bombs. The other things Joker had said could wait till they were safe and not under threat of being blown up.<br><br>Elizabeth quickly turned to Ashley "tell the others if they are not on the tram in 2 minutes, from right now, we are leaving without them. There are bombs at the station and if don't hurry we will lose both the beacon and the spaceport." With that said she turned to face the tram area "full sprint to the tram, we don't have a minute to lose. Watch for enemies, but we need to get to the station now" she said running towards the tram. Luckily it looks like all the Geth were not there and would instead be waiting for them with the bombs, great just my luck, she thought quietly to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 13:14:29</strong>
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				Jemarr paused in his descent from the ridge as Anastasia relayed the information Ashley was sending her. "Geth at the spaceport? Strange that they stayed behind after their ship..." he mused, then suddenly jolted into action again when Anastasia related the details of the bombs. "<em>Bosh'tet</em> synthetic demons! All they care about is destruction!" He muttered a further string of curses in his native tongue as he raced down the ridge, hot on Anastasia's heels.<br><br>His breath started to come with difficulty as he pushed himself harder than he had ever had to before. As he began to lose ground behind Anastasia, he punched a short sequence on his Chameleon tool, instructing his suit to release an extra burst of oxygen into his air filters, and to inject him with a shot of adrenal boosters. His body would pay the price later, but things were happening too quickly right now to afford the risk of falling behind.<br><br>Jemarr and Anastasia barrelled down the ridge, dislodging rocks and covering their armour with dust and scratches. They hit the ground running and sprinted through the cluster of buildings towards the tram station, making sure every second counted. As soon as they were within sight of the tram itself, Anastasia radioed ahead to Ashley that they should start the tram moving. The marine and the quarian sprinted down the tracks towards the vehicle, his breath starting to catch again as he pushed his body past its proper limits.<br><br>As Anastasia reached within a few metres of the tram, she leapt into the air after it, a blue mass effect field enveloping her body to give her enough lift to sail across the widening gap and land elegantly in the centre of the moving platform. She then spun expertly on her heels and stretched out an arm to the quarian stumbling along the tracks behind them. Another mass effect field wrapped itself around Jemarr and yanked him off his feet, hoisting him onto the tram car and slamming him into the guard rails.<br><br>Jemarr clung to the rails and wheezed through his suit's air intake, trying to catch his breath again after running harder than he'd ever had to before. He lay as still as he could, allowing Anastasia to make the proper introductions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 08:32:36</strong>
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				Anastasia couldn't help but grin as she landed on the moving tram her lithe form pirouetting gracefully as she looked back to Jemarr as he landed awkwardly on the moving tram.<br>"Ouch." She said half under her breath. "He was going to be sore tomorrow." She thought to herself as Seeing that the Quarian was uninjured and just winded. "she would have to teach him how to tumble and roll," her violet eyes flicked up to the other Alliance soldiers quickly studding each one in turn, first Sheppard, then Wolff, Ashely and the others. A cold predatory gaze that vanished almost as quickly as it glinted in her lavender eyes.<br>She turned to the Commander crisply snapping off a salute as she did. "Lieutenant Anastasia Black," she said to the commander, "Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn." she continued her left hand gesturing to Jemarr as he hung onto the railing of the tram. <br><br>"What are your orders Commander?" Anastasia said her eyes bright as she looked to Commander Sheppard, the wind whipping her short black hair around as the tram accelerated faster down the track towards the star-port.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 00:10:00</strong>
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				Elizabeth ran up the ramp and through the main platform leading up to the tram as fast as she could, there was a not a second to waste. Being the first to arrive quickly made preparation to leave the station in a couple of minutes with or without the other squad of soldiers that were coming. She didn't have to wait long before the others arrived at the tram, the two that Ashley had been talking with, just simply jumped over a lot of the station and landed on the tram. Good thinking, though dangerous, cuts down on time and every second counts where they are bombs waiting for them. As soon as everyone was on board she pressed a few buttons and the tram began to move towards the main station where the beacon awaited them, along with the bombs.<br><br>Once the tram was in motion she finally turned her attention to those that had gathered on the tram, now she had a few minutes to talk to them. When Anastasia salute Elizabeth nodded and quickly added "at ease, Lieutenant Black" she then followed Anastasia's hand towards the Quarian, who she promptly introduced. Elizabeth quickly looked him over and gave him a nod "glad to have you here Kesselyn" she said to him addressing him by his last name, as he had no rank. As Anastasia looked to her for orders, she took a second or two to think about it, looking over those that were on the tram. There were five bombs and five of them they could stick together as a team tackling them one at a time, split up into two groups and do two at a time, or everyone goes after a single bomb themselves.<br><br>"Okay here is the plan, I want everyone to take a bomb since there are five of them and five of us. If you need help or aid yell out or request it and we can cover you, though if there are more Geth and the bombs are more spread out I might change that order. Though as of right now get ready to each deal with a bomb and the Geth on the way. We will arrive at the station shortly, so arms at the ready, and when we get there be prepared to run for cover and look for the bombs. When you spot one tell the team and begin heading towards, if you haven't gotten orders to stay together as we might have to go as a team. If that is understood then get ready, because here we go" she said as the tram neared the station.<br><br>The bombs were actually laid out in a nice pattern for them dealing with them separately two behind them, one on the bridge in the middle, and two more at the end of the station. Though as the tram pulled into the station they also came under fire from the Geth that were setting up the bombs. Elizabeth ducked behind the front of the tram using it as cover, while the tram came to a stop, and from there spotted the bombs. She motioned to Ashley and pointed to the one now behind them on the right "that is yours get there and dis arm it, Wolff can cover you as he head for the other one behind us on the left" she said quickly yelling out orders. "Lieutenant deal with the one on the bridge, Kesselyn the far one of the left, and I will deal with the far one on the right that leads into where the beacon should be. Okay you have your orders now move out" she said as the Geth continued to fire down on their position.<br><br><br><br><br>[Angel the tram in the game as only one track, so they can't meet another tram going the other way]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 03:50:07</strong>
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				Jemarr hauled himself to an upright sitting position on the tram as he slowly caught his breath again. He unclipped his water bottle, tapped his omni-tool to mix in a small shot of stimulants, and applied the bottle to the mouthpiece of his helmet. A few moments later, he lowered the bottle and shook his head as if to clear it, hopping to his feet and offering a quick formal bow to Commander Shepard. Those stimulants would wreak havoc with his system later, but they were the only way a quarian storyteller was going to keep up with a squad of genetically engineered Alliance marines.<br><br>"Thank you for bringing me along, Commander Shepard. Just give the order and I'll do whatever I can to bring those geth down." He unslung his sniper rifle and starts checking its scanner and ammunition settings, then tilted his head and looked up. "Commander Shepard of the Skylian Blitz? Now I know we're going to beat those synthetic monsters. It's an honour to... sorry, I'll save that for later. First, kill Geth, disarm bombs."<br><br>Jemarr craned his neck and looked at the approaching tram station, then peers at his omni-tool. He spent about twenty seconds punching controls, then held up a glowing data package. "Here's a secure comms channel if you don't want me on the Alliance channel." He then punched a few more buttons to run through his personal database of geth lore, and produced another holographic data packet.<br><br>"And here's what I've got on geth explosives. For bombs portable by a single geth, they're probably using helium-3 fusion cores, set off by a uranium-thorium blend fission secondary detonator, which will be instigated by an element zero primary detonator driven by an electric current produced by the bomb's computer circuitry. Hacking the control circuits is possible but will risk detonating the bomb prematurely. Separating the eezo detonator from the fission load is probably your best bet. If nothing else works, a grenade would blow the whole assembly apart without detonating the fission or fusion cores, but that would spread radioactive material over the spaceport, so I'd advise that as a last resort. I'll send through a scan of the first bomb I get to."<br><br>He left the two data packets hovering in midair, so that anyone could read them into their own omni-tools by touching them. He stood to attention as Shepard gave her orders, nodding in agreement. As the tram approached the station and the geth opened fire, he ducked behind the front of the tram and readied his sniper rifle, while calling up a map of the station and pinpointing the location of his target bomb. When the tram stopped, he swiftly popped up and fired a round into one of the geth attackers, then, without stopping to see if he'd disabled his target, moved off behind Shepard, heading for the far side of the station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 08:07:06</strong>
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				Anastasia nodded to Commander Sheppard as she acknowledged her salute her violet eyes flicking back over to Jemarr as he drank more of whatever was in that odd little bottle of his. She would have to ask him what it was; smirking to herself before she looked back to Commander Sheppard waiting for her orders. The Commander somehow didn't seem to match her Systems Alliance service record, In person she seemed.. to small too easy to over look or underestimate. Her medals and commendations for bravery and heroism as well as her actions on Elysium during the Skylian Blitz however were proof that underestimating Commander Sheppard would be a grave mistake.<br><br>Anastasia's attention snapped back to the present as the Commander began to outline her plan to deal with the Geth demolition charges.<br>Each member of the team was to offline one of the five charges that would give them the best chance to get to the greatest number of the weapons as well as allow for the team members to assist the next closest member and prevent the Geth from concentrating on defending a single choke point, they would have to spread out to cover all the charges. <br><br>"Lieutenant deal with the one on the bridge." Sheppard said looking to Anastasia, she nodded in response to the Commander's order, her right hand moving to rest on the hilt of one of her vibroblades her fingers caressing lovingly over the blades hilt.<br>(http://cf.mp-cdn.net/07/ae/39a2e63098798865ea955586ed92.jpg)<br><br>As the train approached the station Jemarr offered two data packets to the assembled team; one with a separate set of non-Alliance encrypted com channel links and the second was the information that Jemarr&nbsp; had on the Geth explosives that they were going to have to disarm.&nbsp; She nodded in response to Jemarr's information. if He was correct those charges weren't just explosives&nbsp; they were miniature fission-fusion weapons.<br>"So they really go boom when they go off." Anastasia said aloud, more to herself than anyone else as she looked to Jemarr&nbsp; and then back to Commander Sheppard and the others, "Fun." <br><br>Anastasia copied the two data packets as she took cover at the end of the tram car with Jemarr and Shepard, Ashley and Wolff sightly further back to provide cover fire as the three prepared to charge deeper into the station to reach their Geth bombs. The tram came to a halt Wolff, Sheppard and Ashly opened up with their assault rifles cutting down the Geth defending the tram stop as Jemarr took aim and cut down another with a single sniper round.<br><br>Anastasia's black lips curled back in a feral grin as she vaulted over the side of the tram her lithe form tumbling between two of the Geth even as the Marines M-8 Avenger rounds ripped through their synthetic bodies.<br>Without looking back she was off at a full run towards the her target on the bridge; her vibroblades ready in each of her hands.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 05:29:30</strong>
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				Before they had completely reached the station Elizabeth had looked back and looked over what the bombs were made of and meant to do, after copying both of the packets of data. It was mildly interesting how they could be disarmed and might be other studying more later, when they didn't have to actually disarm them. Though that was all less then a few minutes ago, now they were looking down the barrels of Geth guns that were opening fire on them as the tram sat there on the track and the timer on the bombs continued to count down. This was one hell of a simple routine mission that was suppose to be an easy in and out not involved being ambushed, having a squad mate killed, Nihlus killed, and now bombs. I hope all my missions are as exciting as this one she thought to herself sarcastically, though she didn't linger on the thoughts as she focused her mind on the current task.<br><br>Before Elizabeth left the tram she looked back to see that her team was off and going about their objects, noting that Lieutenant Black seemed very agile and wasn't having any problems. Satisfied with what she saw she returned her focus to the front and the more pressing matter of the Geth troopers that were firing at them. Quickly rolling off the tram and behind of the metal panelized railing she threw up a barrier in front of her as she took aim at a small group of Geth off to one side. Quickly sighting them in her pistol sight she opened fire and took out the two with little trouble, just as the Geth in front took down her barrier. As the barrier disappeared she made her way up from the ramp onto the main level of the station and made it to the first bridge that was behind them, she was going to sweep around with Ashley and make her way up to her bomb. <br><br>Elizabeth joined Ashley behind some boxes for cover as the Geth near the first bomb focused fire on them. Elizabeth loked towards Ashley and gave a few hand signals for her to move forward and that Elizabeth would cover her. When Ashely moved out and began to run towards the first bomb Elizabeth popped out of cover, jumping over the boxes, and opened fire at the closest Geth. What she didn't finish Ashely made quick work of before she knelt down by the bomb and began to disarm it, well that is one down at least. in one fluid motion she ran across the remain half of the bridge and propelled herself over another small set of boxes and behind a large crate, it seemed there was a large group of Geth coming from the main part of the station to back up the troops on the platform, it looked to be between one dozen to one and half dozen of them.<br><br>"Kesselyn, Black, watch out their are reinforcements coming in from the main part of the spaceport" she said quickly into her omni tool. "Ashley and Wolff when your down with your bombs come to the front and help with clean up" she added to them, as she drew her other pistol. With her orders given she jumped out of cover and bee lined it towards the wall where she could duck behind one of the large fins of the building. She opened fire with both pistols hitting some, destroying one or two, and pinning down most of the others as they focused their fire towards Elizabeth instead of the other team mates. Once she was safe she threw up another barrier, to stop them from ambushing her as she put her pistols away and drew out her shotgun, preparing to make the final sprint towards the bomb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 16:25:20</strong>
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				Jemarr sprang to his feet after loosing the shot against the geth, shouldering his rifle as he ran after Shepard. He spared a glance for Anastasia's lithe bounding past the geth attacking her, glad once again that he was recording everything he saw. He winced slightly as he observed how viciously she wielded her vibroblades, glad that she was directing her rage against geth rather than people.<br><br>He lurked behind a row of crates while Shepard raised her barrier and took out the geth attacking her. He drew his own Striker I pistol from its holster at his hip, and took a few pot shots at the geth as well before Shepard obliterated them with her own attacks. He watched Shepard and their opponents warily, hesitant to move into the line of fire while the marines were doing their work.<br><br>When Shepard's message came through, Jemarr tracked his gaze from Shepard herself to the dozen or more geth approaching from the main spaceport area. He let Shepard go ahead, figuring that her biotic barriers, Alliance armour and marine genetics would serve her in better stead than his relatively fragile environment suit.<br><br>Seeing so many geth clustered together yielded its own opportunities, though, and he tapped out the code for a heat dispersion mine, instructing his Chameleon I to construct the projectile from his suit's store of nanofabrication materials. A set of cross-hairs appeared in his suit's visor, and he splayed his fingers to project the mine into the midst of the geth. The mine exploded, sending out magnetized shards of superheated metal that clung to the geth's weapons, raising their heat sinks to dangerous levels. It would be several seconds, at the very least, before those weapons were safe to fire again, which should give Shepard time to take some of them out with her shotgun without risking withering return fire.<br><br>Jemarr considered hauling out his Avenger I sniper rifle again, but decided that remaining mobile was his best bet. Instead, he tapped out another code sequence, monitoring the geth facing off against Shepard, waiting for an opening in their processing into which he could force his dance program. He watched Shepard as well, noticing her getting ready for a major blitz towards her bomb. That should distract the geth for long enough for him to get to his own target, so he stayed in cover and waited for Shepard's assault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 03:12:01</strong>
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				<strong>Current Location: Eden Prime<br>Current Situational Status: FUBARED<br>Time and Date: Unknown</strong><br><br><em>Why is that every time I decide I need a vacation the places I pick are always attack and or have some kind of emergency that make the trip go to hell in a hand basket. Really, you figured I would learn from these things</em>. Xeia thought she dove for cover behind an out laying crop of rock formations to avoid the hail of gun fire from the Geth weaponry.&nbsp; After her latest and most intensive job in the Attican Traverse of hunting down a band of slave traders she thought it might be high time she took some R&amp;R. Perhaps choosing Eden Prime was a poor choice of location but it was a quiet unassuming farming colony with a budding tourism attraction in authentic old western adventure, complete with a realistic town and dude ranch. Everything had been going well and she was even beginning to enjoy herself thanks to the personal attention of that nice, strapping and nicely hung young ranch hand named Billy to while away those restless hours in some hot gyrating fun.<br><br>However what she was not expecting was the colonist to unearth and find the remains of a Prothean ruin and a beacon during their efforts to extend the monorail so they could continue to expand the colony. For the first time since her awakening Xeia had felt a giddy trepidation at the sheer luck of a piece of Prothean technology being discovered within her reach. Perhaps now she could finally find some solid answers as to what happen to the Protheans and not the just the theoretical hearsay and conjunctures of the other sentient and supposedly wiser races. There were only two problems that prevented her from going straight to the beacon; first being that the present military zealously guarding the beacon would shoot first and ask questions later if she got to close. Secondly, even if she petitioned the Council for a chance to study the artifact the fact that it was found on a human colonized planet would mean that the humans would do their damndest to monopolize every opportunity to study the beacon before handing it over tot he Council which by that time they may have in the arrogant ignorance corrupted any valuable data she might have been able to extract.&nbsp; If it came right down to it Xeia was fully prepared to shift to her true form and take the beacon and to hell with everyone else, her job was more important than the ongoing pissing contest between Humanity and the System Alliance. With that thought in mind she starting heading to the dig site to scope out the terrain knowing that her window of opportunity would be diminishing if the Council was sending (and likely was already underway) an extraction team to pick up the beacon, which would also entail a Specter being on board.<br><br>Which was where everything as far as Xeia was concerned went to hell. As she was nearing the tram port* the skies over head suddenly darkened as the strangely familiar roar of a huge ship descended from over head. When Xeia caught sight of the ship every bit of color drain from her. <em>No...it can't be! A Reaper! How!? It's not yet time, too soon!!</em>. With no time to waste and enemy troops pouring in from the Reaper ship Xeia started running in the direction of the monorail, ebony wings sprouting from her back as she lifted off the ground to increase her chances of reaching the beacon. She set her omni tool to detect any hostile life forms and record any broadcasting transmission as she maneuvered through the woods. She heard the Quarian's broadcast over her omni tool. She recalibrated her omnitool to search for the Quarian in addition of scan for potential hostile in her immediate surrounding. <br><br>As the port came into view in the distance Xeia was forced to land by an unexpected volley of ground fire from what she could only guess where Geth from her historical studies. Which bring her back to her current situation, dismissing her wings and diving for cover. She could hear the strange digital way the Geth spoke, hear them as they moved closer to her location. Her mind was racing a mile a minute calculating the best course of action and finding a risky solution. Since there was no one else around she could afforded to cut loose her powers just this once, her personal shield would hold long enough to get the deed done. She waited, charging her power until licks of electricity danced and arch over her form before theatrically rolling out from behind her cover her shields instantly taking the damage of the Geth weapons as she unleashed the full culmination of high voltage electricity she generated unto the grouped Geth. Whether this tactic completely fired the Geth or just short circuited them didn't matter as she capped each one with a shot from her Hydra II shotgun, once to their head and another to their heart for good measure. <br><br>Rather taking the risk of flying and being shot down again Xeia kept to the ground pressing onward. If the Reaper was here for the Prothean tech then it stood to reason that the Geth would move it a more open area to be transported back to the their&nbsp; ship by default making the spaceport the most logical place for it be. As she neared that location she could hear the gun fire going on. Discretion being the better part valor Xeia starting to hiding behind walls and cargo containers she was made her way closer to the&nbsp; group, switching between her Pinnacle and Hydra and her to finish off the Geth in her way after disabling them with jolts of electricity which could easily mistaken for biotics.&nbsp; She easily identified the Quarian who seemed to be with a group of humans, military by the quality of their armor and the tatics they were using. It seemed like they were trying to get to some bombs to disarm them. She debated her choices; she could either use the group as a distraction and get to the beacon herself and take off with it, but there were no guarantees that she would make it off planet alive with it with the Reaper ship up in the air, Or she could this bunch and try to work an angle the would get her close to the beacon. She looked back up to the Reaper then the group of soldiers.<br><br>That wasn't even a choice. Humans it was.<br><br>As she made her way over she exposed herself to the Quarian line of sight when she noticed the Geth creeping up behind him. She didn't even think about it as she shouldered her shotgun and fired out a few rounds into the synthetic husk. "Sorry about the scare but you need to be a little more alert. Name's Xeia - heard your transmission and figured you can use some help."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 03:30:57</strong>
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				((Time for a few surprises and Wolff to die.))<br><br>While the Reaper ship had left without the beacon, it had dispatched a new enemy that had once been native to Toril but were now indoctrinated slaves to its will.&nbsp; Considering they were flesh eating brutes that actually multiplied bu being blown or sliced apart with very little more on their minds than to consume anything in their path, it hadn't been that hard to turn them.&nbsp; Trolls were on the move behind the Geth, and they were considered some of the most feared of surface creatures considering their immense strength and the power to heal from any amount of damage.&nbsp; Only fire or acid could hope to stop them as they swarmed Wolff and literally ate him alive before the others knew what was coming except for the gods awful smell that always proceeded trolls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 07:19:55</strong>
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				Anastasia charged the Geth on the bridge their weapons managing to tear up everything around her sleek form as she tumbled and weaved among, and over the available cover between her and the open space of the bridge. She slammed hard into the plastasteel crate as Geth weapons fire slowly shredded her temporary cover. Barely breathing hard she glanced back towards the others watching Sheppard and Ashley gun their way towards the first of the demolition charges. She grinned to herself as she rolled out from her dwindling cover her violet eyes quickly darkening, becoming solid black orbs, as her charging form fading from site, the Geth troopers hesitating as the target before them simply vanished. Unable to reconcile that fact the Geth began to shift through the available sensor spectrums visible, infrared, ultraviolet…<br><br>(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080828221332/masseffect/images/thumb/c/c1/GethT.jpg/240px-GethT.jpg)<br><br>The closest Geth suddenly reared back its head cleanly sliced from its spindly neck the shower of sparks briefly framing a lithe ghostly silhouette that leapt over the decapitated Trooper towards the other Geth. The second Geth trooper began firing where “it” had appeared and then vanished a moment before, the weapon rounds chewing holes in the still stumbling synthetic body of the first Geth dropping the headless trooper to the ground. <br>Unseen Anastasia twisted to the side, her black soulless eyes watching the Geth trooper move in slow-motion to her as she avoided its weapons fire the strangely distorted blades of her vibro weapons effortlessly slicing thought the firing Geth troopers right shoulder joint, the oscillating blade working like a miniature chain saw, cutting though the comparatively light weight metals of the Geth Trooper with ease. She continued her pirouette around the side and back of the Trooper, her second blade biting into the waist of the Trooper even as her first blade completed its destructive path through the Geth.<br><br>The Geth Trooper’s arm fell away the rifle continuing to fire wildly as it dropped away the armless Trooper toppling over at the waist nearly sliced cleanly through sparks and synthetic fluids signaling its demise as Anastasia faded into existence behind it her eyes rapidly returning to their normal appearance and violet color her black lips still in a wolfish smirk.<br>She quickly crossed the short distance to the Demolition charge as she sheathed her blades, her fingers quickly dancing over her omni-tool as she knelt by the destructive device. After a moment she reached out to the device her fingers prying open a panel and quickly pulling out several optical chips form the bomb.<br>“That’s another one down.” she said to no one.&nbsp; Her com link coming to life with Sheppards voice "Kesselyn, Black, watch out there are reinforcements coming in from the main part of the spaceport.” She looked towards the approaching Geth.<br>“My objective is completed.” She said into the com link even as she looked back towards the Geth reinforcements as something exploded amongst them.<br>The horrific scream of Wolff echoed over the com link and across the station as the brave Systems Alliance marine was literally torn limb from limb by a pack of deformed Greenish gray hunched over creatures unlike anything she had seen before, probably 9 feet tall if they stood upright, their overlong arms dragging on the ground as they moved towards the others with unexpected speed.<br><br>(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOEKmlRrSBA/Td0v8lHZ9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/1AQvrMfGizI/s1600/troll.jpg)<br><br>Anastasia paused, then turned away form the approaching pack of monsters, as she launched herself off towards the next closest bomb. There were still three more of them to disarm and two of them were on her side of the bridge.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 01:04:14</strong>
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				<strong>Baldur’s Gate on Toril: Tyger and Giselle peaceful interlude comes to an end.</strong><br><br>After satisfying their need for food Tyger and Giselle spend a few hours relaxing in the common room. They exchange tails from their lives since the last saw each other close to half a century ago. Between the two of them they only consume the one bottle of wine throughout the entire time they stay in the room with the other customers. Shortly after the sun has set they head up to the room and Tyger is mildly surprised that Giselle automatically accompanies him into as he had presumed that she had already gotten room since she had already been at the inn. He however does not complain and happily welcomes her into his room glad to make it their room.<br><br>Tyger is tired from only sleeping when he got exhausted enough to ignore the energy pulsating through the shadows for the past two weeks and waking to continue traveling when it awakened him again. But he is not too tired to spend time and energy to make slow passionate love to Giselle before falling asleep with his arms wrapped tenderly and lovingly around her. Shortly before dawn he suddenly awakens with a start as he feels a short but intense burst of the same energy coursing through the very fabric of shadow. The burst is replaced by a steady but less intense thrum of that energy.<br><br>Tyger awakens his lover and fellow hero gently but tells her that she needs to quickly get reequipped and why. Sunrise finds them already geared up for battle moving rapidly through the city streets heading for a gate. Shortly after the sun rises a strange roaring sounds fills the air and two what looks giant metal wingless hornets streak across the sky and appear to come to ground just outside the city wall. Tyger and Giselle sprint the rest of the way to the gate. The guard commander at the gate recognizes Giselle and orders the other guards to clear the way so she and Tyger can get to top of the wall without resistance. Looking out beyond the city they see the giant metal bugs hovering just above the ground with strange single eyed humanoid creatures completely encased in metal armor stepping out of them in a manner that looks very much military troopers disembarking from a ship in preparation to an assault. Without taking his eyes from forming troops Tyger commands, “Seal the gates!”<br><br>Well before the strange soldiers are within long bow range some of the attackers take up positions and point the objects they are carrying at the wall and bursts of fire flash from them. Suddenly guardsmen start falling with bloody holes appearing in their bodies as well small explosions blowing chips of stone off the wall itself. The attackers not yet firing their weapons start running towards gate. Not being stupid the uninjured guards duck down behind the ramparts even though they have no idea what is cutting them down. Then the sounds of the small explosions reach the walls. Tyger recognizes the same type of weapons as that of the strange metal golem from yesterday. Ducking behind cover himself Tyger looks at Giselle and she can see his eyes go from charcoal to red as his hood and mask envelop his head and face. He seems to just fade into the shadows with his eyes the last thing to disappear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 01:25:01</strong>
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				<strong>Giselle and Tyger - Prepared for war after last night's....session.</strong><br><br>Considering the rude awakening after the passionate night in Tyger's arms, Giselle was understandably not happy as she is woken up gently but woken up all the same.&nbsp; It had been ages since someone had made her feel so warm and tingly, and she had wanted to savor the feeling for as long as possible, but she too could feel something amiss in the air after her initial annoyance and Tyger's warning.&nbsp; It didn't take her long before she was right beside Tyger in getting reequipped for the battle.&nbsp; When they reached the walls, the guard letting them pass the moment he sees her father's swords in hand and wearing proudly the symbol of Clan Battlehammer on her mithril chainmail armor, as well as the armor itself of course.&nbsp; Seeing the two Geth ships on the horizon, she sees her first Geth soldiers in all of their synthetic 'glory', catching hints of chittering in their unintelligible language with her sharp elven ears.&nbsp; "Alright, stay behind cover until they are within range of longbows!&nbsp; The two golems out there will require a bit more, so catapults, exploding arrows or magical attacks will need to be focused there in force!&nbsp; I took one of those out just yesterday and I can assure you this wall won't last long under fire from those things!"&nbsp; Nodding silently as she watched Tyger disappear, knowing he'd do his best work out on the field, she planned to do what she could here on the walls.&nbsp; Giving him a silent prayer for his safety, she hoped this wasn't because they had destroyed that orb at the Manor as she dropped two globes of darkness on the two Armatures out on the field, effectively blinding them and causing a bit of chaos amongst the ranks of the Geth.<br><br>That should buy them a bit of time before they started to bomb the Nine Hells out of them.&nbsp; The guards were playing it smart however as war equipment was being prepared despite a few odd glances her way as she briefly popped her head out, and saw the continuous assault of laser fire, although to her they looked like beams of magical energy, and the approaching two squads of Geth from both of their ships getting closer to the walls and the main gates.&nbsp; Her orbs she had dropped over the heads of the Armatures wouldn't be disappearing anytime soon on their own since she was purposely focusing on them, making them last for as long as she could as she waited for the first of many to start dying by Tyger's blades before she would jump down to aid in the assault.&nbsp; If possible, she'd pick up one of their own weapons up and use it against them, but for now she'd stick to her swords for as long as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 03:56:35</strong>
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				While remaining hidden in the shadows Tyger reappears at the base of the wall outside the city. He quickly assess situation and finally chooses his destination shadow near the troops firing at the defenders on the wall. The great distance though requires that he make several jumps from shadow to shadow. Reaching the spot just a few feet from unmoving attackers he wills the shadows to deepen and expand out to envelop these strange metal beings. It is not as dark and completely blinding as Giselle’s orbs of darkness it return the night like darkness to them. Moving silently the first of the glowing single eyed beings has its head removed by flash of Tyger’s katana. Before the head hits the ground and the light fades from the eyes another is cut in two at the waist and a third’s light goes out as the katana’s point is buried in that single eye. Wrenching his blade free he shatters the metallic head of the alien soldier.<br><br>By the time the other attackers realize they are being destroyed and turn the weapons to that spot Tyger is already someplace else in the shadows. He watches how they use their weapons and how their shots tear through the metal bodies of their already destroyed but not fallen yet comrades. A grim grin crosses his face behind his mask as he realizes he can probably use their own weapons against them. Moving silently through the shadows he causes some of the shadows to deepen even further and take on a human like shape and move into view amongst the troopers. He is pleased when the shooting starts again as they try to kill the shadow but only manage to cut down more of the metal soldiers. He watches closely as one empties its weapon and reloads it. The instant it returns to panning the weapon around for a target Tyger moves with an unnatural speed grabbing the weapon with his left hand while driving his katana through the glowing eye. Sparks fly up as he rips the blade free and he disappears back into the shadows with a captured weapon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 05:30:02</strong>
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				(It's no biggie but ME 1 guns don't have ammo. They do overheat however. PS 3)<br><br>Giselle as well as the rest of the town's soldiers cheer at the devastation that is being wrought as final preparations are made and the city defences are ready to fire back at their attackers.&nbsp; Giving the command since the commander had been slain moments before, Giselle takes charge as she points Twinkle's blade at the small army before them.&nbsp; "First platoon, fire, fall back, and allow the second line to move up.&nbsp; Same with the third then back to the first.&nbsp; Catapult teams, aim and concentrate fire on the metal golems.&nbsp; Mages, cast every spell you have to either enchant the arrows or the boulders themselves."&nbsp; When all was ready, the ensuring barrage was massive as it rained destruction upon the horde, but only a small percentage actually stopped the Geth completely although many had been crippled at least.&nbsp; The Armatures however were able to still fire, and two sections of the wall crumbled, yet they too didn't escape unharmed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 05:43:17</strong>
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				Their shields drained as fire, lightning, and ice rained down along with the boulders, the Armatures had no defences beyond their metal hulls, which was being chipped away by arrows enchanted in a similar manner.&nbsp; Regardless, the Geth forces were still advancing as were the ones that had taken damage.&nbsp; The ones destroyed however melted and dispersed into nothing, a defense measure against being torn apart and studied by their enemies.&nbsp; Their memory cores, one of the few things that couldn't be melted down completely, was wiped clean in the process.&nbsp; The shields they generated gave them complete immunity to normal arrows unless they were hammered considerably, but magic seemed to be helping as more and more fell.&nbsp; Even so, the Geth cruisers returned and totally blew away the iron gates in one pass, as well as giving their allies a way in as two more Armature shots made the opening bigger, but thankfully their accuracy was still impeded or they would have went for the guard towers instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 20:36:56</strong>
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				Sensing the start of the barrage from the defenders Tyger retreats out of the line of fire. After the ‘Hornets’ dropped their cargo and take to the sky again he growls in anger when they fire a strange and very powerful weapon destroying the city gate as they fly back off to safety. Those flying demons need to be brought down somehow and he briefly wishes he had dedicated himself more to learning magic as he would very much like to see how those flying metal beasts fare against a bolt of lightning. During a pause in the fire from the city he jumps back into action appearing out of the shadow of one of the four legged golems. Moving with a speed which hints at his supernatural nature he moves under the belly of the metal beast slashing his sword at both legs on one side severing both right at the knee joint and getting clear as it topples over. Learning from the encounter of the previous day he decapitates the crippled monster before once again retreating to a safe location as the barrage restarts from the defenders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 03:44:32</strong>
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				Giselle saw the metal beast go down, and knew who had been responsible as a cheer went up from those left on the city wall, (what was left of the wall anyway.)&nbsp; Tyger was doing his damn best, and she wasn't about to disappoint, until her spell disappeared from the second Armature's face.&nbsp; However, a dozen sword flashes was seen from an unseen assailant, as a serpent dragon made completely out of fire consumed the front lines of the Geth horde before slamming into the offending metal golem with quite the display of fireworks.&nbsp; Only two people had that kind of destructive power as a dozen Geth were slain in a matter of moments.&nbsp; While the Armature still stood, it was not about to get another shot off, its main gun crippled as she heard one voice above the din she recognized instantly as her barbarian brother, mage brother, and their father joined the fray from the east..&nbsp; "TEMPUS!"&nbsp; The battle cry sounded as mighty Aegis-Fang was hurtled end over end, and crushed the Armature's head in like a grapefruit as the elven warrior akin to his mentor in almost every way, stood on a nearby hilltop, his brown ageless eyes and light skin color making him quite clear as his long wild brown hair flew out behind his right side, one giant sized hand attached to an arm of equal stature had the legendary warhammer appearing in his grasp again moments later after having done its job.&nbsp; Drizzt Do'Urden, Seth Do'Urden, and David Do'Urden had come, Seth standing next to his muscular brother, appearing the polar opposite in his personal preference of profession given he was garbed in heavily enchanted purple mage robes, wielding an even more dangerous oaken staff.<br><br>Seth was no less impressive in his own way even if he was skinny as a rail.&nbsp; His power was undisputed as one of the Geth cruisers saw the new threat and zeroed in, only to come crashing down as meteors rained down from above from an extra-dimensional door the mage had ripped open, his lavender eyes lit up brightly as he called upon his arcane might, and all he had did was brush a hand through his silver gray hair to get it out of his eyes, one magical ring flaring to life on that same hand with just a simple mental command.&nbsp; Seth was all about control and precision while laying waste to his enemies at the same time, should it be needed as it clearly was here.&nbsp; The second Geth cruiser however was a bit smarter, and stayed high above the field, assuming it was safe.&nbsp; Instead, the leader of this three man band, Drizzt himself, stepped out of a pile of Geth bodies and nodded to David and Seth.&nbsp; "Throw me."&nbsp; Was all that was needed to be said as David grinned from ear to ear, earning a heavy sigh from Seth who knew what was coming.<br><br>"There are better ways than this."&nbsp; Seth said, earning a hearty laugh from David as he easily picked up their father in his strong arms and sent him up to meet the bastardly demon.&nbsp; "Yeah, but none so fun!"&nbsp; He roared as Drizzt shot upward from David's mighty throw, the ranger's blades leading the way as the Geth wasn't sure what to do since this was a tactic unheard of before.&nbsp; Before it could move out of the way however, Drizzt's scimitar blades were buried through the cockpit window, and into the pilot's metal chest, effectively bringing it and the ship down.&nbsp; Before it crashed, Drizzt did a perfectly executed backflip off of the tail end of the ship, managing to get far enough away as it exploded when it hit the ground, calmly walking away as the fire gave his dark skin quite the exotic look, his green traveling cloak trailing out to the left side from the shockwave.&nbsp; Giselle could only shake her head in amusement from the wall as the rest of the horde were quickly mopped up after that, although the city had suffered heavy damage and casualties in the few hours it had been under siege.&nbsp; Despite this, the day was theirs, and thus celebrations would be in order tonight most likely thanks to no small part to her crazy family.<br><br>"By the gods, do you two ever grow up?"&nbsp; Giselle called out, earning another hearty laugh from David, and warm smiles from the other two warriors as they made their way to the ruined city gates and thunderous applause from such a display as they had put on.&nbsp; It wasn't often they were all together like this, and while it lasted, she planned to enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 04:44:43</strong>
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				Elizabeth was ready to fight the Geth reinforcements when something caused her to pause as she turned around to hear Wolff scream out. She looked on in a mix of surprise and horror at the scene of Wolff being killed and the strange bizarre new entities that had appeared with the Geth. They were huge, maybe even as big as some of the Geths larger mobile platforms or large soldiers, it caused her to just stop and stare for a few seconds. She didn't let herself get distracted for long as she took a look over her troops and saw another person had joined the fight, hopefully on her side. She got on the com and started to give out new orders "Black move back towards the bomb that Wolff was to disarm, Ashley will back you up. Hear that Ashley you have to back up and help out Black take out whatever those new things are and disarm the bomb that Wolff was getting. Kesselyn take your new guest, if she is friendly and I hope she is, and get rid of that bomb on the bride, there is not much time and we have to get it disarmed, now. I will handle the new Geth and the bomb, when you guys are down give others help, or call for help if you need it" she said as quickly as she could. <br><br>With her orders given she turned her attention back to the main Geth reinforcements that were in front of her and the last obstacle before she reached the bomb. she peaked her head around the corner looking to see that there were only about 9 of them left a threat but nothing she couldn't handle, hopefully. Readying her shotgun she dove out from behind cover and behind to run towards the group opening fire as she ran towards them. Her weapon quickly over heated as she continuously fired, though she managed to take out 3 or 4 of them, as the Geth rounds hit her shield hard. She thrust out her left hand and shot out a warp at the closest on in her way knocking it down as she ran pass them, her shield going down and she took two shots in her shoulder and one in her left leg. Once she cleared them she bent down behind cover near the bomb and winced as the pain from her wounds got to her she was hurt, but not dead. She knew she didn't have long to rest as the Geth were going to focus on the know injured alliance soldier that was hidden behind boxes near a bomb near them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 06:07:00</strong>
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				Just as Tyger is about to move back into the fray as the barrage pauses again a new assault is launched from an unknown source against the metal aggressors. Not sure what to expect and certainly not wanting to get in the way he stays back and watches. A smile spreads across his face after hears the battle cry and he follows the sound to its source with his eyes and he sees the three Do’Urden men, Giselle’s two brothers and her famous father whom he has heard of but never met. After other golem is destroyed and the flying demons are brought down he steps out and does his part to cleanup what is left of the attackers. During the cleanup he takes another one of the strange weapons before destroying its owner thus saving two of the weapons from being melted along with the destroyed wielder. When all the alien attackers are destroyed he sheaths his katana as his hood and mask retreats back away from his face and head. He joins the three elven men walking towards the ruined gate amidst the cheers from the city. He however does not say anything to them yet.<br><br>Just before reaching the ruined gate though Tyger steps off to the side and into the shadows. He steps back out of the shadow next to Giselle. Putting one arm around her waist he gives her a quick but passionate kiss. “Darlin’ I brought you a gift.” He holds out one of the strange weapons for her to take. When the three elves make it through the excited guards and citizens up to Giselle and himself he slowly pulls his arm from around her waist and extends his hand first to her father in greeting then to each of her brothers. “It’s an honor to finally meet Giselle’s family. I’m Tyger.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 06:58:43</strong>
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				Sensing Tyger's reappearance on the wall before he actually appeared, Giselle grinned from ear to ear as they kissed again, not going to be getting used to the taste of his mouth anytime soon she imagined.&nbsp; Taking the offered weapon of alien origin, Giselle hefts the unfamiliar weight but strangely enough it feels right in her hands as she is careful not to pull the trigger, having watched how they had worked when the Geth had gotten too close and were taking many lives as they tried to take the city.&nbsp; She'd have to practice with it before she ever felt comfortable using it in battle, but for now she tapped a switch on the side and watched it as it collapsed into a small box like shape.&nbsp; "Well, that's convenient at least.&nbsp; Thanks Tyger.&nbsp; I'll use it well."&nbsp; She replied, putting it on the ground by her feet as her family approaches.&nbsp; Picking up the collapsed rifle in one hand before attaching it to the back of her suit of armor, amazed at how it seems capable to weld itself to the metal, yet a strong enough pull unlocks it easily enough, she shakes her head at the marvelous piece of equipment as she jumps down the last dozen or so stairs and lands on her feet, not even breaking her stride as she watches Tyger introduce himself.&nbsp; Drizzt's lavender eyes turn to Tyger then Giselle before going back again, chuckling warmly as he holds out his hand as Tyger does, squeezing firmly as Seth and David do the same.<br><br><em>"It is truly an honor to meet someone that has the wisdom and strength of character to stand beside one of our own dark kinsmen, and still see them as a person and not a monster as it is clear that you do, Tyger."</em>&nbsp; Drizzt replies, bowing respectfully at the waist as the other two does right behind him.&nbsp; <em>And if my eyes have not failed me, I am curious about that kiss you two shared.</em>&nbsp; Giselle sighed heavily, earning another light chuckle as her dark cheeks turned a shade darker.&nbsp; <em>"I take that little response as a confirmation of what I had suspected.&nbsp; How long have you two been together?"</em>&nbsp; "Dad, please, do we have to do this now?"&nbsp; Giselle countered, but he patted her on the left shoulder as he nodded.&nbsp; <em>"You're right, there is much to be done, so let us do what we can to help this city.&nbsp; Seth, David, what say you two?"</em>&nbsp; David gave Tyger the evil eye since they all knew about her past history, but this one seemed different from the first three losers, although one of them had been her own fault to a degree.&nbsp; "Well, I say we can give a hand.&nbsp; Might cost you a tale or two though from the both of you."&nbsp; David replies, running a hand over his chin as Seth is already gone, giving assistance where he can since his brother is an annoying ass, especially now that there was another man in their sister's life.&nbsp; He cared, just he had his priorities straight.<br><br>Giselle remembered why she had left home when she had.&nbsp; Still, she was immensely glad to have her family beside her as the wall was already being rebuilt with Seth's immense magical power and the soldiers themselves while the field was cleared of the dead and wounded.&nbsp; Drizzt hugged his daughter dearly as she returned the favor.&nbsp; "Thank you for coming when you did Dad."&nbsp; <em>We couldn't be called family if we didn't.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 14:58:07</strong>
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				Jemarr leant out from around his covering crate and directed a hacking spike at the group of geth pinning Shepard down. He punched buttons frantically as his omni-tool's remote access software warred with the geth's firewalls, and finally manage to slip his program in to two of them. These two geth threw down their rifles and linked arms, swinging each other around in the motions of a frenetic quarian festival dance. The other geth remained impervious to the attempted hacking, though, their weapons still on the ready to deal with Shepard while their communications protocols attempted to re-establish their colleague's self-control.<br><br>He verified that his omni-tool was logging every defence the geth applied against his intrusions, so that he could refine his hacking programs for the next time they came up against the geth - he already knew that this would be far from the last time. He was just punching in the commands to store the collected data when a humanoid figure ran out from behind some crates, shotgun at the ready. He threw himself flat as the figure raised her shotgun, then blinked in surprise as she shattered the frame of a geth behind him. He swung his pistol around behind himself, but could see no opponents other than the one that had been about to take him by surprise.<br><br>Jemarr looked up at the newcomer - human, by the look of her, and a statuesque one at that - and bowed his head in gratitude as he clambered to his feet. "Thank you, Xeia. Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. There are plenty more geth about, and I... have a bomb to disarm." He clicked over to the communication channel briefly to report to Shepard and Anastasia. "Found an ally here, Commander. Think she can help us against the geth - took at least one out already." He listened to Shepard's orders and responded in the affirmative, then turned back to Xeia.<br><br>"The geth have set this spaceport to blow. I'm going to get this bomb disarmed, if you could cover me that would be wonderful. I'll explain more when I can. Here's our comm channel." He tossed a glowing data packet to Xeia, then, just as Shepard broke cover and engaged her remaining opponents, he dashed out of his own cover and made a beeline for the location of his assigned bomb. A couple of distant geth took pot shots at him as he ran, but without enough power or accuracy to penetrate his shields.<br><br>Jemarr skidded to a halt as he reached the bomb, a rough circular mass of wires and hazardous materials. He aligned his Chameleon I with the bomb's inner workings, giving him a perfect view of what he was doing, but at the cost of not being able to monitor the geth around him. Hoping that Xeia would take care of any geth sneaking up on him again, he got to work.<br><br>The bomb was a little more complicated than Jemarr had expected, but it was still clear that the bombs were constructed in a hurry rather than specifically fabricated for their current purpose. Filaments of element zero ran over and around the casing, feeding into the outer core of thorium and uranium. A carefully timed electric current would induce a space-time warp in the element zero filaments, and push the uranium and thorium together with enough force to undergo fission, and then set off the fusion bomb inside.<br><br>Jemarr took a moment to settle his breathing and his nerves, never having worked on a device of such destructive potential before. He thought back to the stories his father told of his great-grandmother, Myra'Kris vas Tilano, who saved the Tilano's mass effect drive from a charge buildup that would have ripped the ship apart. <em>Guide my hand, ancestor</em>, he whispered as his fingers danced across the components of the bomb, sensing the location of the detonator as much by touch and intuition as by the readouts of his omni-tool. The right circuit glowed green amidst the orange haze of the holographic display, and he grasped the wire firmly between his thumb and both fingers and gave it a sharp, dextrous tug.<br><br>The circuit came away cleanly in Jemarr's hand, and he offered his ancestor a prayer of gratitude. It was a simple matter to withdraw the element zero filaments from the fissile material, and then locate the catches which held the fission load together. Just to make sure nobody could reactivate the bomb easily, he separated the two halves of the fission mass, then carefully lifted out the fusion core and placed it a few metres away from the rest of the bomb. It would take hours of careful calibration to arm this device again.<br><br>The whole process had taken perhaps twenty seconds, although it had seemed like hours to Jemarr in his near-trance state. Coming back to awareness of the world around him, the sounds of gunfire jolted him into alertness once more, reminding him that he was in a battle zone. Xeia could have shot a dozen geth while he was working, for all that he knew. He peered out from his cover to assess the battlefield once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 15:22:56</strong>
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				Returning first the same firm hand shake to all of Giselle’s family Tyger then returns the bow in the same fashion. With a warm smile he looks Drizzt in the eyes as his own eyes change from charcoal gray to their vibrant violet hue. “It is not difficult to look past the color of her skin when one finds himself fighting the same enemies she fights for the same reasons. It certainly doesn’t hurt when she shows the same wisdom and strength with regards to me. While my reason for needing that may not be quite as easily recognized, when it is the fear in others is usually more profound than what your heritage causes.” He ignores the question about the kiss leaving it to Giselle to answer her father, but he looks David in the eyes returning the evil look with an understanding and friendly look. It is good that her brother obviously is very protective of her. “Good, David, keep that protective attitude about your sister she deserves only the best and I intend to be that for her.”<br><br>As Tyger is moving to help with rebuilding he pulls the alien weapon that he had kept for himself from his back where his shadow armor had sent out bands to hold it in place. He examines it as he walks down to ground level. Finding and activating the switch he just saw Giselle use he grins as his too collapses into small metal box. Placing it at the small of his back it does not stick as his armor has no metal components so he simple causes, with a thought, the armor to create a secure holster. He then moves into the rumble and using his highly acute sense of smell he searches out first survivors buried under remains of the wall. With each person located he then demonstrates his unnaturally great strength to move the larger pieces of debris to free them. Despite his slight build and height of only 5’7” he appears to have little to no problem moving stones larger than himself and out weighing him many times over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 17:05:59</strong>
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				((You guys are awesome, have I told you that recently?&nbsp; Lol.))<br><br>David was a bit surprised at Tyger's clear assessment of why he was giving the small but surprisingly physically strong elven warrior that was standing beside his sister such a glare, but he took it in stride and only shrugged with a goofy grin on his face as he too went to help the others out.&nbsp; Giselle also helped to look for survivors, her and her family's heat sensing eyes, (when they actively switched over to the infrared spectrum,) allowed them to see a few feet below them as far as locating body heat went, thus making finding survivors easier as they spread out, guiding others to where they were if they weren't able to move the stones themselves.&nbsp; David had no such problems given his massive size compared to his family, and even other barbarians save for one or two perhaps as he to lifted blocks of stone that the rest couldn't hope to do so without heavy equipment or a dozen men to a single piece.&nbsp; It was exhausting work, but work he did well, but again he couldn't help but gawk at Tyger's strength that obviously matched, if not surpassed his own.&nbsp; There was definitely something about that elf that wasn't normal, but if Giselle trusted him then he would reluctantly do so as well.<br><br>Drizzt stuck by Tyger's side, helping the man out so that he had a reason to stick close to him while he continued to talk and learn more about this mysterious fellow, having heard rumors of his passing in the past now that his memory had something to look for from his own travels.&nbsp; <em>"It is true that Drow are still feared, and for good reason since myself and Giselle actually look like them fully, while Seth has the eyes and hair of one only, but you do not have either trait, yet I sense something about you that I have not felt since I was hunting for a dear friend in the sewers of Calimshan, many many years ago.&nbsp; Wererats had infested those sewers, and being magically cursed, I was able to pick up on them before they appeared to attack myself and my friends, as well as the assassin Artemis Entreri who was left wounded but not dead before the whole affair was over with.&nbsp; You on the other hand do not have the same feel as they, which intrigues me even more.&nbsp; I do not ask you to show me what you can become here, and besides, she trusts you, and that's enough for me since I can also tell this time is far different than any she has taken a liking to before."</em>&nbsp; Drizzt explained, helping to move the smaller rocks and pieces of rubble when they started digging in various spots of the ruined wall, while Seth simply levitated the lot he was by and arranged them back into what the wall had once looked like after any survivors were moved aside.&nbsp; He also magically repaired the damage in the process, although it was taxing for him to do so as sweat started to appear on his otherwise perfectly smooth face.&nbsp; Even so, he hid it well enough and kept on, as did they all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 08:49:06</strong>
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				After moving an especially large piece of the destroyed wall away from a surviving guardsman trapped below Tyger wipes sweat from his brow. He accepts a drink of water from one of the women that had come to help in any fashion they could. Pausing briefly in his exhausting work he looks at Drizzt with a small smile. “Your daughter has seen that which I become and until yesterday was the only person not to respond to it with fear. Let’s just say that the name I chose for myself as a lad became quite fitting some twelve or thirteen years later.&nbsp; I slew a monster terrorizing a small village at nearly the cost of my own life and having a part of the beast passing on to me. I turned what is a curse for most into a blessing by not giving into it and learning to control it instead of letting it control me. I too have fought were-rats. It is usually the weak and cowardly that fall victim to that curse and they become cowardly but not so weak vile creatures that always gather together in packs and prey upon anything and anybody that gets to close.”<br><br>Tyger resumes his work of rescuing survivors but continues to address Giselle’s father when his efforts allow him to talk. “Giselle and I met and ended up fighting a great enemy together about half a century ago. She greatly impressed me with her since of honor, courage, and skill. We traveled and fought together for several months. I would have stay with her than but as I’m sure you know, she was recently heartbroken back then. It was still a fresh wound and I knew she was not ready to accept another in to her life so once the threat was no longer I went my own way. Happily though the fates have brought our paths back together.” He raises one eyebrow and cocks his head in a very feline gesture. “I have to admit that I am mildly surprised that she has not shared that adventure with you or your sons, but I guess she didn’t want to talk about me to her family after we went our separate ways.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 01:36:43</strong>
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				It took the Quarian a moment to register her presence before diving out of the way of her weapon as she shot at the Geth. Realizing she had not aiming at him the Quarian had looked behind him in time to see the Geth hit the floor. Once introductions were made Jemarr he contacted the rest of his group letting them know she was a friendly before giving her the basic run down of the situation. Xeia accepted the data adding it to her omni-tool quickly adjusting it to the channel Jemarr indicated and recalibrated the omni-tool to record the fight. "That's fine by me. I'll keep them off you while you work on the bombs." She said. As they waited for the signal enemies other than the geth started showing up, they were able to corner of the Marines and began tearing him apart, his screams were horrific spurring the some of the others into dealing with the new threat while the others dealt with the geth and bombs. In all her years Xeia could honestly say she had never come across monsters <br><br>When the team's leader broke cover to press her attack, she and Jemarr did the same using the distraction to race across the bridge to reach the bomb. While Jemarr got to work on the bomb Xeia placed herself between the Quarian and their cover to provide him more protection. The quarians fingers danced over the virtual screen with a speed and dexterity she rarely sees in other races as he calmly yet quickly went to work hacking through the bombs computerized firewalls to reach the manual override. <br><br>Xeia cursed loudly when she felt the impact of shots against her personal shield making her swing her gaze in the direction the shots had come from. A few geth had made their way across the bridge and were heading their way. "Stay focused on the bomb, I'll deal with them" she said. Leaning out from the protection of her cover, her right hand glowed blue with power as she reached out ensnaring one of the geth in her telekinetic hold to jerk it off it its feet to hand helplessly in the air while she got off a few rounds before having to dive back for cover when the other geth started taking shots at her. She continued this a few more times as Jemarr continued to work on the bomb. Finally when the two geth were down she turned her attention back to the others and their own battle while keeping alert to their own surroundings. <br><br>When Jemarr finally disabled the explosive with time to spar Xeia sent a grin his way "Good job there. Was there anything else you wanted to say before we go dashing off again?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 07:38:34</strong>
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				Drizzt knew that Seth and David, busy as they were, were still able to listen on what was being said between himself and Tyger.&nbsp; Thankfully, the work was all but done already despite the size of the mess the Geth had left behind.&nbsp; They were all quite intrigued by what Tyger told the ranger and legendary warrior that had united a land and had helped countless people along the long path of his life despite the hardships he had faced along the way.&nbsp; Leaning against a section of the wall with his arms crossed over his armored chest that also bore Battlehammer's insignia of the foaming mug standard, Drizzt closed his lavender eyes briefly as he listened intently to what the 'cursed' elven warrior had to say.&nbsp; When he was done, the ranger spoke his own mind on what had been told freely and from what he could tell, honestly.&nbsp; <em>"And so, here you stand, a warrior proud and able to find happiness in another's arms that has also seen much hardship and sorrow in her own way.&nbsp; You are a very honorable person and strong of heart, that much is clear to me already, Tyger.&nbsp; That is a rare thing to find in one such as you, but I am glad to have seen it for myself.&nbsp; If there is time, I'd be honored to hear more about this great evil you two fought in the past together, but as for why she didn't say a word about you until now, she didn't say a thing about the thing she and yourself had fought and killed together, so really it's fifty years I have nothing on.&nbsp; Heartbroken or no, she has never been one to share her feelings without prodding, and some cases a lot more than others."</em>&nbsp; Drizzt chuckled, recalling many times when his little girl had hidden many things from him, but then again she and the twins had been raised without a mother for most of their lives.<br><br>While that played a part in it, it was just awkward for all of them despite the caring atmosphere they all had been raised in when war and chaos wasn't on the horizon.&nbsp; Even so, a man's honor and strength was easily measured in a physical test since their heart and soul was often felt through their attacks, a fact warriors like Drizzt were able to pick up on quite well.&nbsp; He was curious to see if he could back up his words in such a test of skill and strength.&nbsp; Walking past Tyger, he slowed to ask the man something that only he'd hear.&nbsp; <em>"Meet me in three hours time in an abandoned warehouse behind the Purple Wyrm Inn that had once been a home to a powerful thieves guild called the Hands of Glory.&nbsp; I would appreciate a duel between us, simply to see just what kind of man you really are, Tyger."</em>&nbsp; He would let Tyger figure out the why on his own as the crew finished their work for the day, although most of the repairs had been done already thanks to Seth and David's aid along with everyone else, Tyger included.&nbsp; There had been more than two dozen deaths, but considering the foes they had gone up against, they had ultimately gotten off lightly as Giselle approached Tyger, curious what that had been about.&nbsp; "Tyger, do I dare ask what just passed between you two?&nbsp; Cause it looked like to me he asked you to a fight.&nbsp; If that's the case, I'd normally say go for it, but I don't want you to end up hurt or worse by accident."&nbsp; Still, she wouldn't stop him, but she'd follow him to wherever he'd been asked to meet her father in single combat just to see for herself how things went down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 09:46:05</strong>
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				Seeing that the work mostly complete, Tyger stops and takes another drink from a passing water carrier and listens respectfully to Drizzt as he speaks. “As for the adventure we shared at our first meeting, if she did not tell you there must be a reason for it. I will it to her to divulge that story and reason for withholding it. As for her being heartbroken I only questioned her about it then because I already knew she was. A woman even a strong warrior and secretive type acts a certain why when in pain especially a pain of the heart. I have learned that there are times another can help heal those wounds, but there are also times when another will only make the pain worse. She was in the latter stage, so despite my growing feelings for her then I thought it best to let her wounds heal.” He looks away from the legendary ranger to where Giselle is helping with the love for her showing in his gaze. “Those wounds always leave a scar, but now I am happy to say she is ready to trust her heart to me.” He turns back to meet her father’s eyes again. “To answer your earlier question, when I left her side all those many years ago I did so simply as her friend. Unfortunately I did not see her again until yesterday, but there were not many days that went by that I did not think about her at least once.”<br><br>When Drizzts goes to leave but stops to speak quietly Tyger puts his right fist into his left palm directly over his chest and bows to him. In a voice just as quiet Tyger replies, “Three hour’s time I will be there.” He does not show any signs of being anxious to fight or any fear at thought of fighting him. When Giselle reaches his side and asks her question he shrugs his shoulders. “Your father either wants to kill me to keep you safe or he wants to test me to make sure I’m worthy of you. I think it is the latter. Either way I will meet him in three hours in the abandoned warehouse behind the inn.”<br><br>The three hours seem to pass by quickly to Tyger as he gets cleaned up then orders&nbsp; and eats his first meal of the day back at the inn. When the three hours are up Tyger&nbsp; finds himself&nbsp; in the warehouse waiting for Drizzt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 17:49:55</strong>
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				Giselle knew there was no stopping this fight, and despite her misgivings let him go when the three hours were up, although she followed him just as she said she would.&nbsp; Unknowingly to them, Seth and David had also followed, although they were at least trying to be stealthy about it, but Giselle knew that someone back there since few could hope to sneak up on her.&nbsp; She figured it was a common thief or something of the sort and paid them no mind, too worried for Tyger's continued existence although she doubted her dad would kill him out of hand to protect her.&nbsp; No, he had taken too much of a shine too fast to entertain such thoughts she felt, even so it didn't help to relieve her anxiety since he was the most skilled warrior there had ever been, and past experiences of fighting him had taught her that many times.&nbsp; She'd come close, but had never actually succeeded in toppling him for skill when it came to the double scimitar style, with or without the magical bracers that increased her speed to near godlike levels.&nbsp; Seth had those now to help with his spell casting, making any hand signs and commands all the easier to deliver for quite devastating effect.&nbsp; For now, opening the simple wooden door to the former Hands of Glory hideout, a clan of lethal ninja like thieves that had been working for both Luvia Bloodmire and a red dragon, which in turn had been working for the Zhenterim, the Harpers worst enemy, Giselle turned to Tyger, worry in her brown eyes.&nbsp; "Don't underestimate him Tyger just because he's over nine hundred years old almost.&nbsp; He's just as fast and deadly as he's ever been, faster even.&nbsp; He's able to fight blind far better than me.&nbsp; Just....be careful, please."&nbsp; She hugged him tightly, minutely shaking but she hid it well before breaking away, wondering if this would be the last time she'd see him in one piece.<br><br>Drizzt on the other hand silently observed their reactions from down the hallway that led off from the main entrance, his hands resting easily on two scimitar blades, that while not his old ones that he had handed off to Giselle when she was ready for them, were no less dangerous in their own right in his more than capable hands.&nbsp; He was perfectly relaxed and at ease, having no intention to kill the man that had so clearly stolen his daughter's heart as surely as the thieves here had stolen innocent people to be sold back as ransom, until adventurers like himself had put an end to them quite effectively.&nbsp; That's how he knew this place existed to begin with since he had blasted through here with a couple of friends he had made along the way.&nbsp; That was another tale however, from another time, and thus had no bearing on the present....unless the traps in the gauntlet were still operating, in which case it might just make the difference later if they fought all the way down to the other floors.&nbsp; A slow smile found his face at the thought, but this was to be an honorable duel, but he couldn't help but find the amusing image of the man dodging arrows and fireballs out of his head.&nbsp; Calming himself and pushing the image aside, Drizzt nodded once to Tyger, indicating he was ready whenever he was, but he didn't draw his blades as he usually did, in a fluid blur of barely seen motion, but rather took his time since there was no rush at the moment.&nbsp; <em>"Come at me with everything you have Tyger.&nbsp; You shall need to before this is over."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 04:45:42</strong>
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				Anastasia slid to a stop and took cover as she heard Sheppard’s revised orders come across the com.<br>"Black move back towards the bomb that Wolff was to disarm, Ashley will back you up. Hear that Ashley you have to back up and help out Black take out whatever those new things are and disarm the bomb that Wolff was getting.”<br>She opened the com link as she scanned the area for any more Geth or other monsters.<br>“Understood.” She said into the com her fingers dancing over her omni-tool as she brought up the schematics of the train station as well as the cargo manifests.<br>After a few moments she had traced out a route back to the bomb that Wolff was supposed to disarm, one that took her past a C3H8 pipeline access that provided the gas to an outlying manufacturing plant.<br>Anastasia grinned to herself as she dropped over the side of the bridge, her lithe form landing on the narrow access catwalk that ran under the rail bridge that allowed access to the machinery and conduits of that followed the rail line. The catwalk was too narrow for the Geth Troopers and virtually hidden from view. She sprinted quickly along the catwalk towards her objective and the pack of Geth monsters that had ripped Wolff apart.<br><br>Ashley’s M-8 Avenger was still over heated, she had fired the weapon into one of the Monsters the rounds easily punching through the thing but seeming to have almost no effect as the thing just kept coming at her as the weapon’s temperature continued to rise. She was sure that the monster was going to rip her apart like Wolff. But the thing fell over dead not ten feet from her. She slung her rifle and drew her shotgun which the hoped would be more effective against the creatures as she looked towards the charge that Wolff had died trying to disarm.<br><br>Anastasia finished hacking into the pipeline pumping substation, slaving the control system to her omni-tool before opening a com link to Ashley.<br>“Sergeant, Meet me at coordinates 37 23.516 -122 02.625, and bring as many of those monsters with you as you can.”<br>Anastasia said as she continued to work her way around to the last charge.<br><br>Ashley jumped up from her cover her Savage II shotgun at the ready. The Geth monster that she had gunned down with her M-8 was starting to move again the damage inflected by her assault rifle already beginning to heal.<br>“Fucking die already!” She yelled at the thing as she activated her Carnage talent and fired into the monster, her omni-tool modding the shot gun to vent superheated plasma into the hail of projectiles burning an ugly black hole into the thing that finally stopped moving.<br>She reset her shot gun as she looked over to where Anastasia should be she saw her hunkered down by a stack of crates and a junction of piping. <br>Ashley took a deep breath and charged at the Pack of trolls yelling and firing her shotgun at the beasts. <br>The slobbering monsters turned roaring back at the tiny human that was challenging them, almost a group they began to run at the solitary Marine.<br>Ashley turned as well running as fast as she could towards Anastasia. She hoped that the lieutenant has a really good plan.<br><br>Anastasia could hear the charging pack of Geth Monsters, Ashley desperately running ahead of them right towards her. She grinned as she activated the remote to the C3H8&nbsp; the volatile gas venting out of the pipeline in a white haze from the numerous cuts open she had sliced into it with her vibro blade.&nbsp; Anastasia called to Ashley as she drew closer. <br>“Sergeant! Here!” She called waving Ashley over to the pipeline access tunnel.<br>Ashley jumped over the last cargo crate that separated her and Anastasia. Anastasia grabbed the marine the pair diving into the access tunnel as the trolls crashed through the cargo crates the beasts’ wanton destruction activating the rigged power cell.<br><br>(http://media.jitsites.com/files/archive/psBeyond/textures/fireball.jpg)<br><br>A massive fire ball enveloped the trolls, searing sheets of flame roasting the monsters alive as Ashley and Anastasia huddled in the narrow access way waves of raw heat washing over them.&nbsp; Anastasia letting the gas and fire burn, determined to make sure the monsters were dead.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 16:59:11</strong>
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				Returning the hug Tyger cannot help but notice the way her body shakes as he also smells the sharp scent of fear coming mildly from the beautiful warrior in his arms. He rests his forehead against hers. “I have not lived this long by underestimating any opponent especially such a legendary warrior as your father. At 900 he is just barely past his prime and experience will more than make up for any lose of physical ability.” After Giselle breaks away from their embrace he turns to face her father and steps closer to the dark elf and away from her. He stops and meets the other warrior’s gaze. But calls out in a fairly loud voice, “Seth, David, you might as well come on out in the open to get a better view. While you have the elven natural talent at stealth you obviously lack training in it. Besides as I’m sure you overheard my conversation with your father at the wall and thus know I am not only a tiger in name. For us shape changers many aspects of our animal selves carry over into our normal form. For me it is not only the strength you saw me use today, it also includes the senses of the great cat. I heard you following and can smell you. You want to witness your father’s test you might as well do it openly as your sister is doing.”<br><br>As he stands in the hallway looking at Drizzt Tyger’s stance only changes minutely as he makes sure he is perfectly balanced and rests his right hand on the hilt of his katana. As he thinks this only to be a test and not intending to use his own skills at stealth he leaves his hands and head uncovered by his shadow armor. He does however very subtly prepare to draw and use his chain with one weighted end and a sickle like blade on the other end. “Master Do’Urden, making an opening charge is not my style and as this is your party, I will let you begin this dance. The only thing I intend to hold back on is the use of my skills at stealth and attacking from an unseen direction. I will face you openly face to face and sword to sword. I do not expect you to go easy on me I have been a shadow warrior for well over two centuries and have the strength and speed of being a cursed shape shifter.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 19:35:47</strong>
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				Elizabeth winced again as she slid towards the end of the crates and peaked her head out from cover, trying to see how many of them were left. She managed to see two dancing Geth, which was a mild surprise to her and confused her, and about two or three others that seemed to be fine and opened fire on her when she showed her head. As her shield was still down their bullets met no resistance, expect for the thin reinforced glass that was on the front of her helmet, the bullet cracked and almost broke the visor before she could get back behind cover. Once behind cover again she shook her head as she was still recoiling from nearing having a bullet go straight into her face. She tried to look through her broken visor, to see if it was still good, but the cracking was to bad and it would only get in the way. With a small grunt she disengaged her helmet as she injected another medigel into her system to deal with the injuries she had gotten on her dash over.<br><br>As the medigel circulated through her system healing the wounds and helping them close the Geth soldiers approached on her position and were almost over her, they had managed to stop the two Geth from dancing. Elizabeth's shields were still slowly coming back up and maybe were only about half full when she knew she had to make a move or otherwise be looking down the barrel of five Geth guns. She quickly grabbed a grenade off her side belt and leaned close to the edge of the crate and threw it out at where the Geth were. Most of the Geth saw it in time and reacted by dodging out of the way, but the two that were dancing before were still slowed and didn't react fast enough as the grenade exploded turning them in to scrap metal. When Elizabeth heard the grenade go off she popped up form behind cover wielding her two pistols, as her shotgun was still overheating, and fired at the remaining three Geth troopers. Elizabeth side stepped closer to the bomb and another small wall for cover, the Geth managed to get off a few shots before they fell nearly bringing her shield down again.<br><br>As Elizabeth got behind cover she took a second to calm herself and to look at the bomb that was now in front of her. Before she went to disarm the bomb she poked her head out from behind cover to make sure it was clear and she wouldn't be shot at while she was working. Everything looked clear near her, which was good enough for her, as she moved closer to the bomb and now focused on disarming it. There wasn't much time left as it was on the last minute and half before it blew up taking her and most of the station with her. Quickly bending over it and removing the front panel, revealing the intern workings, she took out her omni tool and began the process of disarming it. It didn't take long for her to disarm the bomb by deactivating it, not as good as what the Quarian did, but she didn't expect anymore Geth so just deactivating it and disarming were fine.<br><br>With the bomb disarmed she turned her attention to what was going on around her, standing up and looking over the station. She managed to spot some of her team as well as the massive fireball that was coming from one of the pipelines that was close to where Black and Ashely were suppose to go. "Status report, is everyone okay and are all the bombs disarmed?" she said into the comm channel. As she waited for a response she found cover near the entrance to the main spaceport, where the beacon was, and scouted out what was ahead of them. It looked clear and the beacon was in tact and in sight, they were so close to completing this mess of a mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 01:40:08</strong>
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				Xeia leaned back against the plastisteel crate that was her cover after dealing with the two Geth. The explosion nearly Ashley had certainly been interesting and had, hopeful, taken care of those other strange creatures. Jemarr had been able to disarm the bomb which made the phoenix very happy, while the fire from such an explosion wouldn't kill her the concussive blast has a very good chance of inflicting some serious damage that would take a while to heal from, possibly to the point of revealing her 'difference' to the rest of the group. Not that they seemed to mind at the moment as more hands to merrier to deal with the swarms of enemies so far. <br><br>Looking at Jemarr she inclined her head. "Thanks for not getting us blown up. I've heard that it hurts a like a bitch when that happens." Her choice of humor was perhaps not the most appropriate for the situation but it certainly drained some of her tension. Leaning forward Xeia felt a sharp, painful throb in her shoulder - probably from a lucky shot when the Geth had brought her down earlier and was only feeling it now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off a bit. Take calm shallow breath she waited for the pain to pass as her natural healing abilites kicked in to treat the damage. She could simply use a medigel but it would be a waste as her natural healing ability was comparable to it and she would rather not waste medigel in case one of the others could need it.<br><br>Once the pain in her shoulder was reduced to a dull, bearable throb she lifted her com device. "This is Fushichou, the bomb is disarmed and Jemarr and I are fine. Over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:07:33</strong>
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				Jemarr raised his head as he completed the disarming of the bomb, the calm of his communion trance still lingering in his spirit. He peeked around his cover to regard the two broken geth, and gave Xeia a grateful bow. "Thank you, we work well together. I think you know most of the story already - geth are attacking Eden Prime, high military and civilian casualties, potentially after the Prothean artifact the humans found. Not quite sure about the bombs, perhaps they want to destroy the artifact rather than salvage it themselves. And Commander Shepard is leading this defence, so that's good news. We should know more later."<br><br>He drew his pistol from his hip and was edging out of cover, alert for any more approaching geth, when the sound of a massive explosion rang from Anastasia and Ashley's side of the station, followed by his suit registering a surge of hot air washing over him. "What was that?" he gasped, startled, as he checked his omni-tool's map. Anastasia and Ashley's transponder beacons were in the vicinity of the explosion, but still reported them as alive and mostly unharmed. Come to think of it, detonating a fuel line like that did seem like the Lieutenant's style, he thought with a grin.<br><br>Jemarr ducked behind another pile of crates as the transmission from Shepard came in. He added his own reply to Xeia's: "Confirmed, Commander. Any bombs left?" He tilted his head towards Xeia, a smile lightening his voice. "It's an experience I can do without, I'm sure. Do you need some medi-gel?" he asked, observing the woman's awkward posture. "I've been pretty lucky, just took a glancing shot to the ankle - I only hope it doesn't get infected." Hopefully Eden Prime's medical facilities would not be so overloaded after the attack that they couldn't spare some attention for a wounded quarian.<br><br>The quarian leaned against the pile of crates and prodded his omni-tool, scanning for geth and active bombs. "Thanks again for all your help. Are you Alliance military? You're very handy with your guns, but you're not in a uniform. There'll be some tales to tell once all this is over, I'm sure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:51:23</strong>
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				((As soon as you approach the beacon, I'll be taking things over for a bit as I told CrazyIvan.&nbsp; Don't worry, nothing big lol.&nbsp; Still, you've been there long enough I say.&nbsp; &nbsp;;D&nbsp; There's no more enemies to worry about though, promise.))<br><br>Giselle chuckled as she heard her two brothers start cursing each other briefly when they were discovered, and they came out of hiding shortly afterward.&nbsp; Seth wasn't surprised they had been found out so easily, but it was surprising to have it confirmed that Tyger was not all he seemed to be on the outside.&nbsp; David had felt much more keenly, (partially due to his own animal like nature that surfaced from time to time probably,) the curse that plagued the man, or rather tried to plague him.&nbsp; In all honesty, he hadn't been sure what to make of Tyger until now, but he had seen snow tigers, rare but beautiful creatures, upon the tundras of Icewind Dale far to the north and west of here.&nbsp; Regardless, Drizzt couldn't help but laugh heartily as his wonderful family was united in this deserted rat infested warehouse.&nbsp; <em>"Are you sure you two have grown up at all, Seth, David?&nbsp; You still act as you did when you were kids when you had your hands caught in the cookie jar, so to speak.&nbsp; Still, it matters little.&nbsp; You all have grown so much, and it warms this old heart to see it."</em>&nbsp; Turning his lavender eyes upon Tyger next, Drizzt nods his head as he hefts the familiar weight of his twin scimitars in his hands.&nbsp; <em>"Very well, it is your choice Tyger.&nbsp; Cursed you might be, stronger than you appear, you have earned much respect from me already, and I plan to show the same to you.&nbsp; Let us begin!"</em>&nbsp; Even for being 900 plus, Drizzt wasn't slowed down at all as he charged down the hallway, his blades already perfectly positioned to take Tyger high and low at the same time, but it was a clever deceit, a feint as he twisted to the right at the last second, and instead went for both his middle and his neck in that order, his green travelling cloak billowing out behind him to add another layer to the attack, a visual block so that he'd be unable to see where at least one of his swords might have gone until it was far too late.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 05:07:15</strong>
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				Xeia shook her head. "Don't worry about it, save the medigel for those that will actually need it." She carefully rotated her arm and shoulder pleased that while sore felt like there was no extensive or lasting damage done. She sat there waiting for her shields to fully recover before taking any action the would require her leaving the safety of her cover. She took in all the pertinent information while Jemarr was talking before answering his last question "No, I'm not a part of any Alliance military, though you could say I as equally trained as one. I'm more of a freelancer. I was actually taking a time off from my actual work to take a nice quiet vacation here on Eden Prime. Not exactly how I was wanting it to turn out."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 03:38:02</strong>
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				Tyger smiles and even manages a silent chuckle as the twin elves step out into the open but never takes his charcoal colored eyes from Drizzts’ lavender ones. At the elder Do’Urden’s words he nods almost imperceptibly and watches the elf make his charge without blinking. He remains almost statue like still until the last possible second. With a speed giving testament to his unnatural abilities he slightly bends his knees then suddenly springs up into the air. He dives over the swinging blades and their wielder rolling in the air so as to land back on his feet. His dark purple cloak obscuring his form and movement as it bellows around from the quick motion of his agile body. The instant his feet touch the dust covered floor he launches a kick at the rangers back. Throughout the maneuver his hand remains on the hilt of his undrawn katana. Using the momentum of the kick the half elf turns to face his love’s father. Even before his foot returns to the floor the weighted end of his chain flashes towards a lower leg of the full elf faster than a striking cobra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 08:05:17</strong>
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				Xeia peeked from behind the cover, her eyes searching their surroundings visually even as the radar of her omni-tool supported the fact there were no other enemies in their vicinity. Making a gesture for the Quarian to follow her she cautiously moved out from behind cover putting away the shot gun but still keeping a firm grip on her pistol as Xeia moved back across the bridge to the join the rest of the group on the other side. As she neared she noticed a set of stairs leading down to a lower level that was initially obstructed from view by a wall partition.&nbsp; On the lower second level was haphazardly covered with more plastisteel cargo crates and what looked like lockers of some kind from where she was standing by the railing looking down. Stormy eyes move their gaze to the fartherest side of the lower platform towards the center where a tall cylindrical object stood.<br><br><em>The beacon!</em><br><br>Old, hazy memories of which only a precious few were clearer than the others stood out in her mind. There was not doubt that what stood down there was a Prothean artifact but there was something off about the one down there in comparison to the one in her memories, something that she couldn't put her finger on that had a small voice in the back of her mind whispering caution as she and the group descended down the stairs. Bringing up her omni-tool she made a few adjustments and turn off any recording she had been taking, she had all she was going to get at the moment anyways. She glanced back to see if Jemarr had actually followed "That was rather exciting, yes?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:56:52</strong>
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				Jemarr nodded and tapped his omni-tool, instructing his suit to run over his injuries one more time, before being satisfied that the ankle graze was the worst of his troubles. "I think I'm alright too, although I'll have hell to pay when those stimulants run out." Already he could feel weariness tugging at his limbs, but the adrenaline and artificial stimulants coursing through his system were keeping him active still. His shoulders twitched slightly as he knelt down, pressing the face-plate of his helmet against the crate.<br><br>"Freelancer? Then it is doubly noble of you to risk your life for the civilians of Eden Prime." He tossed his head in a gesture of mirth. "Although you'd have trouble getting off this planet if we lost the spaceport. I came here tracing some geth transmissions, but I never thought I'd run into a full-blown invasion. This really is a lovely planet - I hope I can do something to help get the colony back on its feet."<br><br>Jemarr straigthened up and drew his pistol, checking his own omni-tool scanner as he followed Xeia across the bridge. His gaze followed hers as they looked down on the cargo bay, and his eyes tracked inexorably towards the beacon. "What is that?" he whispered, almost reverently. "That must be the Prothean beacon. I don't recognise the design at all, and its circuits aren't showing up on my scans." He disabled the active scans, leaving the sensory recorders on his suit running.<br><br>"Right behind you," he murmured, joining Xeia on the stairs. "It'll make a fine story. What do we do now?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 01:50:30</strong>
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				Anastasia and Ashley moved out of the narrow access way briefly surveying the charred corpses of the Geth monsters.<br>“Ashley, contact the others, I’ll go deactivate the last bomb.” Anastasia said as she turned and headed towards the last Geth demolition charge.<br><br>Ashley nodded as Anastasia headed off; she stored her shotgun and opened the com channel to the others.<br>“Commander Sheppard, Lt. Black and I are fine, the Geth…creatures have been eliminated; the Lt. is disarming the last bomb now Ma'am,”&nbsp; Ashley reported, “No OPFOR contact Commander, we will proceed to the rendezvous at the beacon.” she asked as she awaited a reply form commander Sheppard.<br><br>Anastasia finished scanning the bomb, the control circuits were located in a different place then on the first bomb that she had disarmed, the weapon was functionally the same but her guess was that they were built from the materials available rather then being purpose designed weapons. She pried open the access panel and pulled out the controlling optical chips. The EOD units can finish the disassembly.<br>Anastasia opened her com-link.<br>“The last charge deactivated; proceeding to beacon Commander.” Anastasia said even as she began heading towards Ashley and wishing that the wind would change and blow the stench of the burnt trolls someplace else.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 21:38:04</strong>
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				Elizabeth relaxed as she heard the all clear from everyone, that the bombs were defused, and that the last of the Geth were destroyed, as well as the strange lifeforms they brought with them. She came out from behind cover and stood near the railing of the stairs that lead down to the beacon and looked around, letting out an internal sigh. <em>Well it could have been worse, I guess, still I lost both of my squad mates and a spectre when they said this was an easy mission, fuck...</em> she thought to herself. She took a minute to calm herself letting the Quarian and the new comer head to the beacon first, she would have to get an introduction from her later and find out who she was, but for now she had to call Joker.<br><br>"Joker, this is Commander Shepard, we are at the beacon and ready for extraction. Bring the Normandy to this location to pick up the beacon and a few extra passengers" she said typing the coordinates into her comm and sending them to Joker. "Sure thing Commander, I am on my way, eta in 6 minutes" was the only response she got from Joker, which was fine with her. Joker was a good soldier and could be fun, but she wasn't in the mood for it she just wanted off the planet and to debrief as soon as possible. Once she had finished telling joker it was safe to pick them up she looked around again and noted that Ashley and Anastasia were a ways back, while Quarian and the new comer getting closer to the beacon.<br><br>"I just called into my ship and it should be coming here to pick up the beacon and all of us, it should arrive in about 7 minutes. everyone make there way towards the beacon, but not to close we don't know what it does and we don't need anyone getting hurt by it or damaging it" she said to everyone that was left. She pushed herself off from the railing and walked down the stairs joining up with the other two and walking towards the beacon. They were so close to being done and over with this mess of a mission.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 22:24:57</strong>
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				((Time for a bit of trouble at last.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:)&nbsp; ))<br><br><strong>Eden Prime - Closing credits.</strong><br><br>The fight was over, the beacon was secure, and the colony had been saved from the attack by the Geth.&nbsp; Even so, two squad mate deaths and a Spectre slain, possibly through treachery by another Spectre was not a good way to start the day at all.&nbsp; Joker knew this as well as anyone else that had been paying attention this entire time of the nightmare.&nbsp; Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to do it perfectly as was his habit, when smartass tendencies didn't take hold of course.<br><br>On the planet however, things were going to get very interesting as the beacon started to glow a sickly green, and started to draw in whoever was closest.&nbsp; (Leave that to you guys.)&nbsp; If they pulled back enough, it would start to pull in everything around it until someone touched it or it self destructed first.&nbsp; Either way, they weren't going to get off the planet with the beacon intact.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Toril - The fight for the ages, and no one there to see it.</strong><br><br>The dark elf ranger was amazed at the speed and strength possessed by his opponent.&nbsp; Of course, he had not survived this long without being a master of his craft.&nbsp; He just managed to get around the kick, feeling the rush of the attack just miss his face as he dodged to the right in an elegant spin, only to see the flash of the chain go for his leg, but again Drizzt was just fast enough to get around it as he jumped back, two throwing daggers popping up and were thrown at the elven warrior as they left Drizzt's left hand.&nbsp; Landing easily on his feet, Drizzt came at the man again, his scimitars leading the way, a broad smile on his face since he was truly enjoying himself.&nbsp; He was an athlete of unprecedented skill, working towards his goals with the uttermost joy.
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				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 04:52:36</strong>
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				<strong>Toril – Warrior’s Dance</strong><br><hr><br>The weighted end of the chain thuds against the floor when it missed its mark and Tyger instantly drew it back into his hand with a well practiced flick of his wrist. At the same instant he easily dodges the flying daggers by twisting his body sideways and stepping back. His hand leaves the hilt of his katana as once again the ranger launches another attack with both scimitars. Grabbing the chain now with both hands he pulls it tight and after dodging the first sword blocks the second with chain. With a lightning quick maneuver he pivots and crosses his wrapping the chain around the blade pressed against it. Before pulling the looped chain tight he slides it closer to the hilt where the blade narrows. Snapping the chain tight around the blade he then steps away from the Drizzts and pulls hard attempting the yank the sword out of its wielder’s hand or pull him off balance.
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				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 09:23:43</strong>
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				Jemarr eyed the beacon from a safe distance, then found himself a seat on a nearby crate as his limbs started to tremble. He unclipped his water bottle from his belt and carefully turned off the drug injectors, applying the bottle to his mouthpiece and drinking deeply. He lowered the bottle and breathed deeply, doing his best to ride out the after-effects of the stimulants he had taken throughout the day.<br><br>"Good to have you back, Lieutenant," he replied over the radio to Anastasia as she reported in the disarming of the last bomb. "We're over at the beacon now." He tilted his head to one side, still peering curiously at the beacon from his crate. "So, Commander Shepard... is there an archaeologist on your ship? I don't think any of us want to be the first to go near this beacon, and all I know about Prothean technology is that it's nothing like our own."<br><br>He shoved his back up against a wall of crates and tried to calm his muscles, then dug around in his backpack for his canister of dextro-nutrient paste. He normally hated to eat in front of other races, but his body needed the nutrients, and only the ancestors knew what would be happening next.<br><br>Speaking of which, he should decide what he wanted to do now that the immediate crisis was over. Eden Prime was lovely, and he had felt more accepted by the local humans than he had since leaving the Flotilla, but he had come here tracking geth transmissions, and now that he had seen what the geth had done here, tracking down the ones responsible seemed like a good next move. "Also, Commander?" he asked over the radio link. "I realise this is a little irregular, but if your crew is going to go after that geth ship, might I attend as a kind of external contractor? I know a great deal about geth computer systems and methods, and I have a few petabytes of data from the geth we destroyed that might yield some pertinent information."<br><br>Jemarr applied his nutrient pack to the mouthpiece of his suit, and extracted some of the bland paste. Not for the first time, he missed his mother's cooking sorely. As he swallowed the second mouthful, he tilted his head to one side again as a sickly green glow started to emanate from the beacon. "Commander? Lieutenant? The beacon's glowing, and I don't know why..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 05:00:04</strong>
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				He had long since figured out the purpose of the chain, and had in fact anticipated this tactic as Drizzt ran forward, simply letting his sword go as his free blade was flipped to his now empty hand in a spin to the left.&nbsp; Catching it deftly in his now empty hand, the dark elf ranger grins from ear to ear as he finishes the spin, aiming for Tyger's head, knowing he'd either need to move or lose a couple inches off the top considering how close they were to each other in the narrow hallway.&nbsp; Of course, he wasn't without his tricks.&nbsp; "Cyclonus!&nbsp; Roar!"&nbsp; The blade trapped in Tyger's chain glows a bright green before a tornado force wind rips through the hallway before the sword appears back in the ranger's free hand.&nbsp; Slipping away in the confusion of his magically enchanted weapon, the ranger slips into shadows darker than most could hope to be able to see in, planning to use his people's natural proficiency in such arts to up the stakes a bit.&nbsp; The hall ended in a rectangular chamber, with several stone and wooden pillars scattered about, as well as old busted up crates and other storage units that had seen far better days.&nbsp; All in all, it was a maze that one could easily get lost in.
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				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 06:56:52</strong>
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				She continued to to visually study the relic, raising her arm and with the omni-tool setting it to scan and record any findings on&nbsp; the beacon, cautiously hedging closer and leaning against the closets create. In her mind she thought back to what she could remember about the technology used by the Protheans; in time past such devices like the beacon were used to store and pass on information between Prothean worlds much like people used the internet to sent emails and surf the web. As much as the beacon drew her attention, Xeia was still aware of her surroundings and heard Jemarr's conversation over the radio. "I might of some help there, Commander Shepard." She offered. "While I would love to give my full credentials, I'll simply sum it up in a few words; I'm familiar with some Prothean Technology."<br><br>"If permitted, I too, would like to join your group. To extend my my skills and knowledge to your services." She continued to eying the beacon watching it as it lit up. Perhaps some of it's sensors were still active and was reacting to her's and Jemarr's proximity, or she could be wrong and it was simply acting up, she couldn't remember if the beacon came with any form of security measure. Either way she would need to get closer to find out. "I need to get closer to the beacon to figure out what's going on with it, Commander Shepard." She said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 15:33:06</strong>
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				Seeing the sword change hands as Tyger pulls one sword free of the ranger’s grip he drops into a crouch allowing the deadly blade to pass harmlessly over his head. Before he can act and try to take advantage of Drizzts only having a single blade in hand though, the dark elf issues his command and Tyger is buffeted by the powerful wind suddenly blowing through the hallway. He does see the blade return to its owner’s hand but does not see where that owner went. Standing slowly he coils the chain up and returns it to its hiding place in his armor. He stands with his down by his side but away from his body with palms forward and fingers spread wide apart. A truly evil looking grin spreads across his face prominently showing his over sized canines. His eyes are narrowed dangerously but still manage to show their color to any that can see them. They have changed from his neutral charcoal to violet and there is an amused twinkle in them. “I promised to remain out of the shadows for this duel, but did not ask the same of you Master Do’Urden. But do you really think it is wise to try and hide from me in my playground?”<br><br>As Tyger speaks the shadows of the hallway seem to grow darker and heavier and reach out to cling to the half elf. He walks slowly towards the large chamber even as he exerts his will against the shadows to have the very darkness Drizzts is using to conceal himself tell the ninja where he is. Once the shadow warrior knows where the dark elf has concealed himself he simply causes the shadows to become solid around Drizzts making movement virtually impossible. “Shadows are so much more than simply the lack of light, they have power all their own that can be harness by those who know how.” He then walks directly to where the dark elf is and stands several feet away from him and looks into his eyes waiting to see what the father of his love does now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 17:08:55</strong>
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				Giselle couldn't help but chuckle as both Seth and David look a bit worried at each other at how the events had turned all of a sudden.&nbsp; This could be a problem if what they were seeing, or rather not, was any indication of what was happening to their dad.&nbsp; Shadows suddenly had a whole new meaning as they walked up the hallway together, Giselle leading the way with a broad smile on her face, except she knew that their dad wasn't out of the fight just yet as they stopped at the entrance to the chamber.&nbsp; Drizzt meanwhile laughed heartily, having not expected such a tactic, but he again had had a plan to counter something else entirely from the half elf, but it would work here quite well in any event.&nbsp; <em>"I must admit that I was not expecting this at all, but you must not think very highly of me if you do not think I wasn't prepared for something like this Tyger.&nbsp; Shadows are only so good if they have darkness to cling to.&nbsp; While I cannot move, try telling that to her.&nbsp; Guenhwyvar, now!"</em><br><br>His lavender eyes as the mist of his mystical panther figurine is seen to shine brightly right before six hundred pounds of black panther muscle attempts to crash into Tyger's back.&nbsp; Even if she misses her first strike, which was highly unlikely giving her own shadow like nature, able to literally become one with the darkness, Guen was more than your average hunting cat.&nbsp; She was a being of the Astral Plane, a beautiful star covered land that she called home, and thus while she had a limited time on this realm of existence, a total of six hours for every other day, she couldn't technically die on this one.&nbsp; Enough damage would banish her back, as would spells that dispelled such effects, but otherwise she was far tougher and much more agile than any panther had a right to be as her body moved with utter perfection and grace as she soared towards the warrior.&nbsp; She wouldn't kill him, but distraction would help here, or so Drizzt was hoping anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 20:29:48</strong>
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				Anastasia and Ashley proceeded to towards the others and the Prothean Beacon. Ashley finished her report as the pair took their time crossing the space port. With the rush of combat over the two Alliance members felt the first hints of fatigue as they wound down form the day’s events.<br><br>“Thank you Jemarr” Anastasia said into the com-link to Jemarr. <br>Ashley secured her weapons surveying the damage that the Geth had done to the port and the colony as a whole, still she thought that ship could have bombarded the planet and easily leveled the entire colony.<br>“So Lieutenant do you have any idea what those monsters were?” Ashley asked the dark eyed officer.<br>“No, probably some Bio-weapon war-beasts, still it was very un-Geth like I’ve never…” Anastasia paused as she heard Jemarr on the com-link.<br><em>"Commander? Lieutenant? The beacon's glowing, and I don't know why..."</em><br><br>The pair looked at each other and had the same sinking feeling that the day was not over yet as they started to run towards the beacon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 15:01:50</strong>
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				The instant Drizzts utters his last few words Tyger spins around as he is not expecting the ranger to be completely out of the fight even with being held motionless by the solid shadows. The attack from the huge black panther is however to swift and he cannot avoid it. Instead he lets the massive front paws impact on his chest but moves with the force rolling backwards. As his back hits the floor his legs go up placing both feet in the cat’s chest. Using every muscle in his body he sends the great cat somersaulting through air several yards into the room. Continuing the motion of the roll he lands back on his feet and spins again to once again face the panther. Drizzts is not forgotten through this and Tyger maintains the connection to the shadows keeping those that hold the dark elf from returning to their normal state.<br><br>As the astral cat rights itself and prepares for another attack Tyger’s body suddenly expands and his armor is replaced by white with black stripes fur. Where there had been the diminutive half elf is now a huge tiger out weighing the panther by approximately 150 pounds. A massive roar escapes from the tiger, which if out in the open could be be heard many miles away, echoing through the stone walls as he leaps at the other cat with razor sharp claws leading the way and dagger like canines close behind. Throughout the transformation the man remains in control and the connection to the shadows still is not lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 07:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>SSV Normandy SR-1 [Eden Prime; Geosynchronous orbit]</strong><br><br>(http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/7472/329213-me_normandy2_large.jpg)<br><br>Anastasia sighed softly to herself as she reclined in the ECM/ECCM tactical station chair. At least the chairs were comfortable. She thought as she scrolled through the duty logs for the station as well as the maintenance logs. She was out of her Predator Armor and clad in her Skin-suit teasingly showing off every curve of her lithe form as it clung to her as if painted on. Despite its seemingly diaphanous appearance it was tougher than steel, non conductive, water proof, and chemically resistant.&nbsp; The Skin-suits were normally worn by alliance fighter pilots under their flight suits. She wore one because it’s protective properties and because it was easier to use her tactical cloaking ability since there was simply less to cloak and besides she looked absolutely hot in it.<br><br>Both of the station logs were quite short as the Normandy was a brand-new ship just off her fitting out and just starting her Shakedown cruse. She and the others had been onboard the shiny new ship for two hours now.&nbsp; She had only just finished her debriefing with Captain Anderson and Navigator Pressly not 20 minutes ago.&nbsp; The two civilians that they had picked up during the Geth incursion on Eden Prime were probably in with the Captain now. Once their debriefing was completed the Captain would make his decision as to what to do next.<br>Commander Sheppard was still in sickbay unconscious after the Prothean Beacon exploded.&nbsp; The ships Doctor, Dr. Chakwas, said that there didn’t appear to be any serious physical injury or neurological damage to Sheppard. Still the Commander had suffered a severe neurological shock, but until Sheppard awoke she couldn’t be sure if there would be any lasting effects from the accident.<br><br>With the Geth assault on Eden Prime, the destruction of the Prothean Beacon, the death of Nihlus Kryik one of the Citadel Council's Specter agents, and Sheppard still unconscious, her guess was that they would be heading back to the Citadel and then earth.<br>Still she would have time on the trip back to chat with the Quarian Jemarr as well as the freelance archaeologist Xeia. There was something odd about her but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what specifically was different about her. <br>Anastasia was roused out of her musings by the station comm chirping. She pressed the link button and was greeted by Jokers voice.<br>“Can you come up here I want to ask you something about signals, carrier waves, and stuff.” The disembodied voice said as she looked down the long corridor that led to the ships cockpit. <br>“I’ll be down momentarily…Joker.” Anastasia replied as she closed the comm link. He probably just wanted to watch her ass when she walked back after he asked her some lame question she thought as she slid the stations chair back and headed down the long narrow hall towards where he sat.<br><div class="floatright">(http://technology.inc.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/wave-form-360-300x187.jpg)</div>“Hey,” Joker said not even looking back to her as she stood behind his pilots chair, “can you look at this signal data and tell me if it looks like it’s a Geth Signal?” the pilot said as he pressed several keys on the console the holographic display showing a complex layered wave form. <br>“At first I thought it was a just some massive Omni directional signal burst but then I realized that it was directed and we were just happened to be in the signals path,” Jeff said taking a moment to look back towards Anastasia as she leaned over his chair his eyes trailing down to her breasts as&nbsp; then quickly back up to her face, “But whats really weird is that he signal was directed out towards the rim, outside the galaxy...So what do you think, since your this is sort of your area of expertise?”&nbsp; he added with a smile “According to your service record anyway.”<br>Anastasia smirked as she looked back down to the pilot.<br>“In the habit of reading System Alliance personnel records?” She asked as she looked back to the display. She couldn’t really say anything, since she had done the same thing and read through several of the crews service records when she was assigned to the Normandy.<br>“It looks a lot like the carrier wave of a mass effect relay,” she said as she shifted up closer to Joker and began to manipulate the data on the display.<br>“Ummm yeah that’s what I thought too.” He said distracted as the Anastasia’s lithe form pressed against him as she practically sat in his lap.<br>“This quaternary signal looks to be Geth, I don’t know what this one is though,” she said highlighting a sub-band in the display “It’s definitely an encrypted signal in the Geth message...but it’s not Geth.”<br>“Sooo?” Jeff said shrugging his shoulders as he casually ran his eyes down Anastasia’s back pausing to admire her ass.<br>“So, it could be related to that unidentified ship, the strange behavior of the Geth, and their using bio weapon war-beasts.” Anastasia said as she continued to study the data display. “We should inform Captain Anderson. Where did the signal originate from?” She asked looking back to Joker who was still studying her bottom, “Flight Lieutenant!” Anastasia said crisply startling Joker out of his ogling. <br>“Ma’am, ” Joker said knowing full well he had gotten caught staring at her ass, “it originated from the Hydra Maelstrom relay…Ma’am.”&nbsp; He said hurriedly adding a charming smile as he did. Anastasia smirked back at the pilot as she shifted up from her position. <br>“Send me a copy of the data Joker.” She said as she turned and headed back towards the CIC knowing full well that Joker was watching her ass the whole way back.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 15:17:47</strong>
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				Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn leant against a bulkhead outside the mission planning room, waiting for the Alliance officers to finish their debriefing. He played back some of the video he had recorded earlier in the day, reviewing the most critical events and trying to figure out the most important things to tell the Captain. He had managed to grab a catnap in the shuttle up to the Normandy, but he was going to need a good night's sleep to recover from the day's exertion and the after-effects of the stimulants he'd taken.<br><br>He straightened up as the door to the mission room opened and Lieutenant Black strode out. He gave her a polite bow as she passed, and the hand gesture that he used to signal a smile. He would definitely have to catch up with her later, when they weren't fighting for their lives, as well as the Xeia lady. For the gregarious quarian, to have fought alongside someone and not really know them well was unusual, and a situation he hoped to remedy quickly.<br><br>Once the lieutenant was away, Captain Anderson called him into the mission room. He bowed to the captain and to Navigator Pressly, addressing the captain formally. "Keelah se'lai, Captain Anderson vas Normandy. My humble thanks for bringing me within the doors of your ship." He spoke the formal greeting in carefully practised English, with only a mild quarian accent that a human might identify as Arabic. He expected the rest of the conversation to go beyond the reach of his limited English, though, and so had his translation software ready.<br><br>"Be at ease, Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn," Captain Anderson greeted him in return. "Lieutenant Black tells me that you were very useful in the fight against the geth on Eden Prime, particularly in identifying and disarming the bombs in the spaceport."<br><br>Jemarr was not a marine, but there was a strong enough military presence in quarian life that he knew how to handle a debriefing. "Thank you, sir. I doubt I have very much in the way of eyewitness accounts that could supplement Lieutenant Black's report, as I was accompying her for most of the incident. I was at Delta Farmstead when the attack began, and I moved from there out into the open once the farmsteaders were safe. Miss Xeia is on board as well - I fought alongside her for a short time, while disarming one of the bombs. I recorded all of my sensory input for the day - I'll upload a copy to the ship's database once I'm dismissed."<br><br>The quarian looked at the hologram projector on one wall, then pointed his omni-tool at it and summoned a display of the giant ship that everyone had seen fleeing the planet. "In my opinion, sir, this ship is the most unusual aspect of the geth assault. Its design is completely dissimilar to any known geth design, nor does it have anything in common with any other race's designs, to my knowledge. It is unusual for the geth to steal the ships of other races, rather than build their own. And, of course, the technology in that ship must be centuries in advance of even the salarians or the asari for it to survive a planetary gravity well at that size, let alone maneuver the way it did. The sound it emitted was also highly unusual - I was unable to block it out through my suit's usual filters. A recording of the sound will be in the files I upload."<br><br>Jemarr shifted his weight to make sure he was standing comfortably, then continued. "There is something I believe is relevant, though, sir. I was on Eden Prime at this time because I was tracking some unusual geth transmissions from the Perseus Veil. I have deciphered some messages that indicate that the geth are following some kind of great leader or religious figure. This is highly unusual for the geth, who lack individual identities, of course. If such a figure actually exists, I would expect that it would be on that ship. In a related matter, I have some core dumps from the geth I destroyed. Most of the data will be blank or corrupt, but if I manage to sift anything useful out of it, I will let the Alliance know."<br><br>The captain and the navigator conferred briefly, and asked Jemarr a few more questions before dismissing him, suggesting that he find a crew member who was willing to split bunk time with him. Jemarr bowed and took his leave, thinking that he'd be more likely to curl up in a storage locker or find an occupied corner of the engine room.<br><br>Jemarr prodded a console after leaving the mission room, checking on Doctor Chakwas's availability. Sadly, she was still occupied with monitoring Commander Shepard's condition. Jemarr resolved that he would stay awake long enough to get Doctor Chakwas to look at his ankle. His suit was starting to register an infection building, and though it was minor, he didn't want to leave it for any longer than he had to. Thus, rather than find somewhere to kip for a few hours, he went looking for the friends he had made on Eden Prime.<br><br>Lieutenant Black's transponder signal showed her to be in the ECM/ECCM area of the CIC, so Jemarr wandered in that direction. "Lieutenant Black!" he greeted her as he walked up behind her chair. "It's good to... see you..." he trailed off as his eyes roamed over the skin-suited curves of her lithe body. Like most young adults, he had quite a fascination with the asari form, and Anastasia's body showed many of the same delightful features.<br><br>"Um," he said wittily, his eyes coming to rest on her bosom. Fortunately, neither his expression nor the direction of his gaze were discernable through his thick purple visor. "I was just..." He blinked and took a deep breath, letting his storyteller training take over and calm his speech. "I just finished my debriefing with Captain Anderson and Navigator Pressly. He said I should find somewhere to sleep, and the ancestors know I need to, but I should really see Doctor Chakwas before I do. She's still busy with Commander Shepard, though, so I thought I should find some company or make myself useful until she's free. Are you on duty? Am I interrupting anything?"
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 18:12:04</strong>
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				((FINALLY back in business guys and gals.&nbsp; We still need a new Sheppard but we might be getting that through Dorian Grandale.&nbsp; We shall see though.))<br><br><strong>Giselle - With her family as the fight ends.</strong><br><br>The speed of the attack had Guenhwyvar's head spinning, but she recovered just as quickly as her opponent had.&nbsp; However, seeing Tyger transform to his unnaturally superior form holds her up a bit since she had not seen another tiger before until today.&nbsp; Even so, she was not about to back down from this fight as she narrowly avoids the lunge from the now fully transformed beast, and goes for a bag of light pellets on Drizzt's belt as she passes by in another leap once she got around the warehouse, making the contents spread just wide enough as a dozen small light flashes appear, destroying every shadow in the room and allowing Drizzt to free himself.&nbsp; <em>"That's enough!&nbsp; Guenhwyvar, Tyger, this fight is over."</em>&nbsp; Drizzt said, holding his hands up to show he had no intention to continue this any longer before someone ended up getting seriously hurt.&nbsp; He was truly impressed and awed by the man's obvious power, but he had seen Giselle's eyes and knew that any further and she would not be happy with any of them.&nbsp; She breathed a sigh of abject relief, glad he was calling it off at last.&nbsp; Seth offered his usual controlled smile while David sighed heavily, hoping that their dad would have at least tried to leave a lasting mark on the were-warrior before ending it, but he too was also glad it had ended as it had.&nbsp; <em>"You are a warrior without equal in your own right Tyger, and I am glad to have met you despite the grim circumstances that brought us all to one place.&nbsp; Giselle, keep him well, he I feel will be in your life for a very long time."</em><br><br>"I will dad.&nbsp; I won't let him out of my sight or my life again."&nbsp; She promised, but was struck dumb when Guen didn't stay by Drizzt's side but instead walked gracefully and nudged Giselle's leg.&nbsp; Drizzt accepted it in stride, and immediately took the onyx figurine out of his pack and held it out to his daughter, who couldn't find the words to express what was going through her head at that moment.&nbsp; <em>"I give to you my last and greatest friend Giselle.&nbsp; Treat her as well as I have treated her, and she'll protect you as she has protected and aided me for so long."</em>&nbsp; Closing her hand over her father's, Giselle nodded solemnly, unable to express her thanks as Guenhwyvar disappeared in the same manner she had appeared, a black mist forming before completely dissolving moments later.&nbsp; "I will."&nbsp; Was all she could say as she took the stone statue and tucked it away in her pack, planning to give the astral cat the same respect her father had given the creature for so long when she had been taken from her cruel and abusive master so long ago.&nbsp; Seth, David, and Drizzt hugged Giselle tightly before they parted ways from the two love birds, leaving Giselle and Tyger alone to do as they would.
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				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 19:21:27</strong>
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				The massive tiger lands lightly for its size as it missed its target and instantly spins to face the other great cat as a snarling growl rumbles from its huge chest. He watches as the other cat goes to her master snatching a pouch from his belt. Just as the contents of the pouch are being scattered around Tyger releases his hold on the shadows before they are destroyed, even so he still feels some of the pain of having his shadows banished. He is grateful that the fight is called off as the distraction caused by the sudden pain would have made him vulnerable to the panther’s next attack. After the fight is ended the tiger lets out half chuffing half growling sound giving the other cat the respect she deserves.<br><br>The transformation back into the half elf takes several seconds longer than it had taken to become a tiger. As the body shrinks and fur vanishes the armor and equipment return. Tyger bows respectfully at the waist to Drizzts. “I am honored to have been able to cross swords with the great Drizzts Do’Urden. Thank you, I am glad that you approve of your daughter’s choice, it will certainly make my decision to stay by her much easier for us all to accept, but it really has no bearing on that decision. I fully intended to court your daughter with or without your approval.”<br><br>After the three men leave Tyger steps up to Giselle and takes her into his arms and kisses her deeply filling it with his deep love. “Interesting pet you have there.” He keeps one arm around her waist as he starts to leave the abandoned warehouse. “So what do I have to do to get your brother’s approval?”
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				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:40:08</strong>
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				<strong>SSV Normandy SR-1 [Eden Prime; Geosynchronous orbit]</strong><br><br>Anastasia looked back and up to the lanky Quarian as he called her name, offering him a friendly smile as she did.<br>"Jemarr," She said politely as he paused momentarily before he continued speaking. The thing she realized with Quarian's was that with their their helmets and tinted visors you couldn't see their eyes and with being virtually trapped in their encounter suits, they must feel alone she thought; cut off from everyone around them. She quickly looked back to her console and pressed several of the controls before bring up a holo-display as Jemarr spoke.<br>"I'm still on duty; but I'll ask Dr. Chakwas to let me know when she's available so she can look at your ankle." She said as she shifted her chair back.<br>"In the mean time you can sit here," She stood and moved from the chair gesturing to it.<br>"Have you ever known Geth to have an interest in Prothean artifacts?" she asked absently as she shifted around to half sit on the edge of the station console; her sleek legs stretched out as she leaned back her arms supporting her lithe form against the console as she waited for Jemarr to take the offered chair. From her&nbsp; new vantage point she could watch the doors to the mission planning room; Navigator Pressly would throw a fit when he saw Jemarr sitting at her station but she would deal with him when the time came.<br><br>"you can use my bunk Jemarr," Anastasia said her black lips curled in a smirk as she looked over to him, "but it will cost you." She said as she reached over towards the console, her fingers touching the holographic display causing it to expand and follow her hand as she moved it so Jemarr could see the displayed data and wave forms.<br>"you're good with Geth encryption protocols and cyphers," her hand and fingers rotated inside the holographic display the image moving to show the embedded Geth signal as well as the unknown signal that Joker had detected.<br>"Any idea what these may be or how to decrypt them?" She purred as she looked at the Quarian her violet eyes bright as she did.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 15:04:53</strong>
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				Jemarr smiled back at Anastasia, again giving her the hand gesture that indicated smiling, holding his hand palm down and passing it from his chest down to his right hip. He gave Anastasia's body another quick look over, glad that his suit was still recording everything he saw, and then turned his attention to the display. He sat down quickly as Anastasia stood up, giving her a nod of gratitude.<br><br>"Thank you, it's good to get off my feet. I wish I hadn't taken all those stimulants." He paused to consider this. "I wish I hadn't <em>needed</em> to take all those stimulants. Don't let me fall asleep in this chair, will you?" he continued, with a laugh.<br><br>The quarian leant forward and eyed the holographic display, as well as the entirely real display stretching out behind it. "Prothean artifacts? No more than any of the galaxy's sentient races, I should think. Which is a great deal of interest, remember. Every race in the galaxy owes its interstellar development to Prothean artifacts like mass effect drives and the mass relay network. Look at what your own race has achieved in only thirty-five years since your Mars discovery. But specifically? I don't think so. The geth's main motivations are power and destruction, so if the beacon could aid them with that, then they'd go for it. I'm more concerned about how they knew about the beacon in the first place. I can only assume that Alliance communications concerning Prothean artifacts would be heavily encrypted. And, of course, there's that ship. That thing bothers me especially deeply."<br><br>Jemarr tilted his head up at Anastasia, surprised at the offer. "Really? You honour me with your hospitality, and I offer you the same should you come to the Kesselyn. I thought I would have to find a storeroom or something. Thank you."<br><br>He followed Anastasia's movements on the display, pondering. "Well, I agree with the metadata that Lieutenant Moreau attached - it looks like a mass relay carrier signal. There's clearly a geth communication if you extract it like this..." he murmured as he applied a modulation to the signal, stripping out the carrier wave and leaving the geth signal. "Geth communication isn't like the way people communicate. Geth in close proximity to each other exist as a continuous stream of distributed computing. They don't have individual identities. So, an interstellar signal isn't really a 'message' the way you or I would send mail through a mass relay, but a stream of information that only really makes sense when inserted into the distributed computing of another group of geth. It's very difficult to interpret it without applying it to a geth-like VI, and that would be blasphemous and foolish. But there are ways."<br><br>Jemarr tapped a few buttons on the console, then taps his omni-tool, downloading the signal. "I see the evidence of the sub-signal, though. Very odd. It doesn't resemble a geth communication. It doesn't match any encoding I recognise. I'll extract it from the higher signal and do what I can to decipher it. It may be from that strange ship. I wonder if the geth even know that that signal is there?"<br><br>The quarian looked up at Anastasia, his breath catching as he looked into her bright violet eyes. "I. Ah. Yes. I think I can do this, but it will take some time. Mm." He broke the gaze, embarrassed, and tried to focus on the signal once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 06:01:36</strong>
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				<strong>SSV Normandy Infirmary.&nbsp; Elizabeth Sheppard, waking up at last.</strong><br><br>Dr. Chakwas was about to head out when she turned around and saw that Sheppard had opened her eyes at last.&nbsp; Groaning weakly from the very vivid but incoherent dreams she had been having the entire time, the images of said dreams still flashing through her head at that moment before they started to fade, leaving a rather bad headache behind, Elizabeth let her ocean blue eyes scan the room she was in just in time to have the old woman come into her line of sight.&nbsp; "How long was I out doc?"&nbsp; She asked, getting a small smile out of the doctor before she started her routine examination of her patient just to be sure nothing was amiss.<br><br>"About a day now, Commander Sheppard.&nbsp; You gave us all quite a scare when you got in the way of that Beacon, shielding one of your comrades in turn.&nbsp; You had unusual brain activity, much like that of someone dreaming, beta waves to be precise.&nbsp; Do you remember anything?"&nbsp; She asked, allowing Sheppard to stand and walk about as she wished after seeing everything was good save for the spike in brain activity the whole time she'd been out of it.<br><br>"Yeah, none of it good.&nbsp; Just a bunch of random images of death, destruction, and chaos on a scale never before imagined by anyone.&nbsp; Whatever that beacon had on it, it didn't look good for us if it was a warning of some kind.&nbsp; I don't know what to think of it really."&nbsp; Dr. Chakwas nodded solemnly, trusting the commander to do as she felt was right or needed.&nbsp; With a dead Spectre and the beacon gone, things were not looking good for the rest of them at that moment.&nbsp; Captain Anderson was not going to like this either, but he was a good man, that much Elizabeth knew, and he had helped her to adjust after her folks had been killed in Midgar, although not without putting up a god damn good fight at the end.&nbsp; Alliance Navy trained the best and made them better, and Elizabeth was a shining example due to her heroic actions during the Blitz and the campaign on Elysium.&nbsp; She was already a decorated soldier, and while she didn't let it go to her head, she used what she had learned to keep her men alive in any situation, and it had worked on the Eden Prime mission save for the few good men she had lost along the way.&nbsp; They would be missed sorely by everyone.&nbsp; Contacting families was always the worst.&nbsp; "So, am I cleared to go doc?"<br><br>"Yes, but should you need anything, you know where to find me."&nbsp; Nodding as she walked away a moment later, Sheppard activated the communicator on her person and sent a message to everyone that had gone down with her and had made it back alive.&nbsp; "This is Commander Sheppard.&nbsp; Report to the Comms Room ASAP.&nbsp; We have a lot to go over."&nbsp; Thankfully Captain Anderson had the same thing in mind or she would have been in trouble just then.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Giselle - Relieved and happy to have Tyger to herself again.</strong><br><br>There was a hearty laugh heard at Tyger's parting statements but no comeback was given or needed at this point.&nbsp; Everything that had needed to be said had been said through their fighting, and Drizzt knew all he needed to know about Tyger's character.&nbsp; He had fought well and fought with all he was, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.&nbsp; For now, Giselle could only shake her head in amusement before melting into her love's lips, moaning softly as she forgot what she was going to say as far as gaining her brother David's approval.&nbsp; She could only stare into his eyes and become lost in their depths before finding her head and getting it back on straight.&nbsp; "Sorry, had me entranced there for a second.&nbsp; Kissing you does that to me everytime though.&nbsp; As for getting David's acceptance, saving his life would be a good way to go.&nbsp; Either that or beating him in an arm wrestling match since he's never lost that I know about.&nbsp; Beyond that, I'd play it by ear."&nbsp; She replied, still very curious about the weapon she had gotten from the Geth attack earlier, and wanting to test it out before the day was over.&nbsp; "I wonder....should we test these things out that we got from those metal creatures the other day Tyger?&nbsp; If we're to keep them we might as well figure out what they're capable of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 06:26:54</strong>
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				Anastasia smirked as Jemarr quickly looked back to the signal display; she couldn’t see the Quarian’s eyes but his body language told her that he found her attractive.<br>“So the Geth were basically a Swarm Intelligence so the communications probably wouldn’t make much sense unless you knew the context and the outside stimulation that they were reacting too…” she said, her pause indicating that she was thinking. Still they would have to communicate data that could be used to extrapolate tings like position and targets.” She said looking back to the isolated Geth signal. Can you extract from the signal the messages originating coordinates?” she asked as she shifted around leaning in towards the console quite close to Jemarr as he sat in the stations chair.<br>“We have the originating and target coordinates for the mass relay pulse. If they were using it as a means of FTL communication it’s probably safe to assume that they would need to include either their location or where they wanted a return signal sent too.” She said in a rush as she opened another Holographic display to show the Hydra Maelstrom relays coordinates.<br><br>(http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00061/nebula_61653g.jpg)<br><em>The Hydra Maelstrom relay was officially unexplored it was at the far south western edge of the Milky Way just out side the massive Hydra Maelstrom nebula which while spectacular to look at is thought to be a lethal zone of ionizing radiation and dense filaments of&nbsp; superheated dust and gas. Of course it does beg the question as to why the Prothean’s would build a Mass Relay near such a dangerous place.</em><br><br>“Since it’s so far from the Perseus Veil the only means of FTL communication would be to use the relay itself like a giant comm buoy so they must have been sending a signal to that huge alien ship...I wonder if it's Prothean,” Anastasia theorized aloud before looking back to Jemarr grinning “Which means that there are Geth in or near the Hydra Maelstrom nebula and the relay. We need to tell Captain Anderson what we found or what we think we’ve found.” She said as she stood, her hands absently sliding down her lithe form smoothing her skintight outfit as she looked back towards the briefing room&nbsp; even as Commander Sheppard's voice came over Anastasia and Jemarr’s comms.<br><em>"This is Commander Sheppard. Report to the Comm Room ASAP.&nbsp; We have a lot to go over."</em><br>Anastasia smirked as she looked back to Jemarr.<br>“I guess Dr. Chakwas is available to see you now Jemarr” She said with a soft giggle.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 06:53:44</strong>
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				((Just to spice things up a bit.))<br><br>When they figure out what was sent beyond the coordinates, they'd make quite the odd discovery since there would be four pictures attached along with names and a list of known deeds, abilities, and other things, as if they were part of a hit list of some sort.&nbsp; That would have held true if not for the fact that under it all, there would be orders to capture alive at all costs under each profile.&nbsp; The lists of things they had done would be extensive, but it was clear they had done their homework regardless.&nbsp; The one that would stand out the most however would be the two dark skinned individuals, named Drizzt and Giselle Do'Urden.<br><br>Whatever the Geth were after, it had something to do with the family that was listed in the data file that had been sent out to space when the Geth Orb had self destructed and when the Geth had encountered the family outside of Baldur's Gate front gates.&nbsp; To be so easily defeated by four people was not going to be forgiven or forgotten easily by the enemy they had made, unaware there was far more out in the stars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 12:30:35</strong>
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				Jemarr nodded in response to Anastasia's assessment of the geth processing structure, impressed that she had grasped the rather complicated idea of the geth's distributed intelligence so quickly. "In sentient terms, it is less like intercepting a turian military communique and more like reading the turian commander's brain activity with an electroencephalogram and trying to figure out his thoughts. You are quite correct, though - data with a more mathematical structure such as spatial coordinates is easier to extract from a geth transmission, and in fact I can use that as a basis for deciphering the rest of the message."<br><br>He leant forward over the console to peer more closely at the signal, allowing his suited arm to brush against Anastasia's leg, his suit's tactile receptors transmitting the touch to his neural stimulation program, allowing him to feel the contact as if his arm were bare. He shivered slightly within his suit, then mentally berated himself for the "accidental" touch. "They'll have to include a return protocol, yes, unless this signal is coming from some sort of covert mission that needs to keep that a secret. I can probably get the coordinates for the return protocol quite quickly." He suddenly yawned, quickly tapping his omni-tool to turn down his suit's vocal relay volume. "Oh, excuse me. I'll make a start on the decryption first thing tomorrow morning - I'll make mistakes if I try it tonight."<br><br>Jemarr sat up, startled, as Shepard's voice came over the intercom. "I'll be right there, Commander," he sent back, then stood up. "Alright. Meeting, then Doctor Chakwas, then sleeeeeeep. I'm sorry I can't keep up with you marines, I'm just not built for it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 00:32:12</strong>
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				A warm smile spreads across the ninja’s face hearing the words of the beautiful warrior in his arms. “I know the feeling, My Dear, you tend to have the same affect on me.” A light chuckle escapes his lips when she suggests learning what their confiscated weapons are capable of. “I would have thought that being on the city wall during this morning’s attack you would have a pretty good idea of what they are capable of. Although learning how to properly use them is something I believe would be a useful skill. Did you want to practice with them here in this old ruin or go someplace else?” Without waiting for an answer he reaches under his cloak and pulls out the metal box the weapon he had taken from the battlefield had become. After a short examination he finds the control that restores it to its weapon form. He lifts the weapon in his hand to test its balance and get a feel for its weight before examining it more closely to determine how to operate it. “It appears to function much like a crossbow, aim at your target and squeeze the trigger. I however do not see any way of reloading it. I assume then that fires some sort of magical bolt. I do not detect any magic, but my sense of magic is very limited. Your knowledge is far more than my own. Do you detect any magic about these?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 05:25:11</strong>
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				Anastasia lead Jemarr back to the comm room. She pressed the door control, the doors sliding apart with a soft whirr and hiss revealing the interior of the room. Captain Anderson, Navigator Pressley and Commander Sheppard were already waiting. The Captain was an older dark skinned human; his features showed his years of service to the Alliance military. Beside him stood Navigator Pressley checking a datapad. He was older then the captain, balding and slighter of build. Commander Sheppard and Gunnery Sargent Ashley stood&nbsp; behind them conversing. The four Alliance soldiers turned to look to the new comers, Anastasia and Jemarr.<br>Anastasia quickly studied the four before snapping to attention and crisply saluting her superior officers.<br>"Captain, Commander, Navigator." Anastasia&nbsp; said as she ended the salute, "Jemarr and I are reporting as ordered." her violet eyes briefly flicking over the Quarian beside her then to Ashley to whom she nodded to.<br>"Jemarr and I&nbsp; have uncovered so interesting data in the energy pulse that Joker...Flight Lieutenant Moreau recorded. She said smiling to the assembled group.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 01:24:39</strong>
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				((Katra, get your rear in gear goofus.&nbsp; Everyone else, FORM UP!&nbsp; Lol, anyway, it's good to be back.))<br><br><strong>Giselle Do'Urden with Tyger in the former hideout of the Hands of Glory.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br><br>Giselle had indeed seen what the strange weapons had been capable of but she wanted to learn more if at all possible.&nbsp; The heat of battle was not always the best place to learn such things since one's attention was normally more focused on surviving than anything else.&nbsp; "I did, but I'd rather have first hand experience with these things than seeing them tear apart men and women alike, Tyger.&nbsp; Being focused on surviving that fight was more on the fore of my mind."&nbsp; She replied gently, shivering since the emotional stress was still fresh with her, but she dealt with it well as she considered their options for a moment.&nbsp; "I think heading to an empty field would be better.&nbsp; Sudden flashes of light disorient me and these weapons, whatever they are, I could see would do such if fired in a closed space as this.&nbsp; As for whether or not it fires magical bolts, I too have felt nothing since those things attacked, or now for that matter, which leads me to believe it's purely technologically fueled in some manner beyond us.&nbsp; For now, let us learn what we can my love."&nbsp; She replied, enjoying the possessive sound that had to it as she led the way out of the warehouse, needing a bit of fresh air after that mess with her brothers and father, even though it had ended well thank the gods.<br><br>((Waiting on a reply from Katra before doing anything more with Sheppard.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 15:56:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tyger with Giselle heading to an empty field on the continent of Faeron on Toril</strong><br><hr><br>The half elf smiles lovingly at the lovely dark skinned elven warrior and switches the alien weapon to his left hand as his right hand reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His fingers interlace with hers as he escorts his love back out of the ruins. They make the trek through the city streets at leisurely pace to the gates. Their search for a suitable place to test and learn to use the strange weapons takes close to an hour and with city being out of sight behind the trees of the forest. Tyger selects a clearing with a deed tree near a cliff wall. ”This looks like a good spot. We can target the tree and the cliff will keep the shots from traveling too far and possibly injuring somebody by accident.”<br><br>Extracting his hand from Giselle’s hand Tyger transfers the weapon back to his right hand. Putting the strange device to his shoulder like a crossbow he sights along the top of it aiming at the dead tree. “Are you ready for this, My Darling?” He squeezes the trigger but nothing happens. With mild look of confusion on his face he brings it down from his shoulder and examines the weapon more closely. He finds a small switch he had not noticed before with markings near it that he recognizes as words but in a language he is not familiar with. The switch moves easily under his thumb and with a audible click becomes aligned with second marking. He once again places it against shoulder and aims at the tree. When he squeezes the trigger again there is a loud blast and a flash of light and the weapon bucks in his hands. A large hole appears in the trunk of the dead tree in small explosion of bark and wooden splinters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 02:16:38</strong>
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				Hearing the summons Xeia found herself heading in the direction of the conference room, relaxing back in one of the chairs until the others had arrived. Since her stepped onto the Normandy she had&nbsp; pretty much kept to herself, especially in light of the events on Eden Prime with the Beacon. She had been about to approach the glowing artifact and was just starting to be pulled in by its artificial gravitational pull. Even with her vague memories on what was about to happen Xeia couldn't help that shiver of apprehension that raced down her spine. <br><br>Suddenly Shepard had been there beside her throwing the phoenix clear only to be caught in the pull herself, suspended in the air by invisible tethers as the Protheans only knows what being psionically downloaded into her the marine commander's mind. Things after that were a bit of a blur for Xeia. Everyone present had been loaded up onto the Normandy. Shepard had been sent to the infirmary while the rest of them had been sort out into unoccupied crew quarters. In light of the events Xeia had thought it best to remain as out of the way as possible talking only when spoken too saying as little as she could while still being direct. She was currently considering her options when Shepard's voice came over the com system instructing the others to meet in the conference room for a debriefing.<br><br>Where she currently was now fiddling with her Omni tool, going over the data she collected on Eden Prime as she listened to the conversation going around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:14:20</strong>
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				((Sorry for the delay guys and gals.&nbsp; RL got crazy again.&nbsp; My dad had surgery last Saturday, my mom hurt her back a few days after that, and things have just been nuts in general.&nbsp; Still, catching up now and hoping I still have a group after all this time lol.))<br><br><strong>Commander Elizabeth Sheppard - In the Comms Room, about to receive the crew's reports.&nbsp; SSV Normandy in Geo-synchronize orbit with Eden Prime.</strong><br><br>Now that everyone had gathered, Captain Anderson, Navigation Officer Presley, and herself were ready to get this show on the road.&nbsp; A day had gone by since the Eden Prime mission, and Captain Anderson at least had had some trouble with so many new people wandering about the ship that were virtually unknown save for the Alliance soldier they had picked up back on the planet.&nbsp; The Quarian seemed alright and reliable enough, but the human woman, at least in appearance, seemed a bit off.&nbsp; Something about her just didn't sit right with the captain, and the way she had responded to questions hadn't given him much to work with in judging her with any degree of accuracy.&nbsp; Sheppard had heard all this herself in the time it had taken everyone to get here, but she had seen her fighting the same enemies the rest of them had been, and so she trusted her until she gave them a reason not to.&nbsp; Elizabeth stood and looked at each of them in turn before speaking first&nbsp; "At ease everyone.&nbsp; Before we begin, I'd like to thank you all, both old and new, for doing as well as you did out there.&nbsp; We lost a few good men, make no mistake of that, but at least we are alive to carry on this fight, wherever it might take us.&nbsp; Xiea, Jammarr, you proved yourselves well out there, but now that you're hear you won't be easily gotten rid of since technically this is an Alliance warship.&nbsp; Having seen you fight for us I at least believe you can be trusted, but higher ups might not.&nbsp; At any rate, tell us what you've found and we'll try to make our case to the Council.&nbsp; The fact we have a dead Specter and a possible rogue element working with the Geth is more than a little troubling."<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Giselle Do'Urden - With Tyger, doing a bit of target practice.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br><br>Following her half elven lover, Giselle easily kept pace as they left the warehouse and left the city itself, nodding her approval of his plan since that was the last thing she wanted on her conscious.&nbsp; She gladly took his hand in her own and squeezed it tenderly, walking like this with him until they found a spot to do their business at.&nbsp; It took the better part of an hour, but it gave her time to relax and unwind from the fighting from earlier.&nbsp; Besides, what better way to spend a day than with those you loved and cared for?&nbsp; She couldn't think of any herself, and smiling softly to Tyger as he let her hand go, Giselle stood beside the man as he prepared to test fire the weapon he had picked up, nodding her agreement to his idea of using the dead tree set up against the cliff as a target.&nbsp; "I was born ready, didn't you know?"&nbsp; She teased, and gasps in shock as the powerful blast that escaped the weapon in Tyger's hands nearly deafen her since she had not been expecting that at all, nor the destruction it wrought at the same time.&nbsp; "Sweet gods alive, I am glad no one was in front of that just now."&nbsp; She replied, almost afraid to see what her own weapon could do if that thing did all that with one shot.&nbsp; She pulled it free from her back however, and following Tyger's example after getting it to unfold, leveled it to her own shoulder.&nbsp; The scope was a given as far as aiming it went, but considering its longer length and her unfamiliarity in handling such a weapon, it took her a little bit longer to get it adjusted.&nbsp; When she looked through the scope, she gasped since it was like looking through another pair of elven eyes since she could easily make out a caterpillar crawling over the dead tree from where they were.<br><br>"You won't believe this Tyger, but there's a small green caterpillar on that tree you just demolished, and I can honestly tell you how many legs it has by looking through this thing's sight mechanism."&nbsp; Giselle said, still amazed at the clarity and how far it allowed her to see before she pulled the trigger, cutting the bug in two as well as splitting the log in half at the same time, or very nearly anyway since it left a considerably sized smoking hole behind.&nbsp; Whistling at how powerful the alien weapons were, Giselle lowered her own before looking at Tyger.&nbsp; "We can't let these out of our sights for one moment.&nbsp; If those things really did come from somewhere beyond this world, then we aren't meant to have these most likely.&nbsp; I'm almost afraid to know what's out there if that's the case, but on the other hand I'd love to see it all.&nbsp; That adventurous spirit is hard at work in me, that's for sure.&nbsp; What about you though Tyger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 13:18:22</strong>
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				Jemarr stood in the Comms Room, giving Captain Anderson and Commander Shepard a polite civilian bow before relaxing as Shepard called them to ease. He listened to the Commander's speech, then stepped forward as she finished.<br><br>"Thank you, Commander Shepard. It has been an honour to serve with you and the Alliance thus far, and I hope I may do more soon.<br><br>"You saw most of what I did on Eden Prime, Commander, so I have little to report there. I would like to emphasise my concern over the oversized ship we saw leaving the spaceport - it matches no known geth designs, and its performance was, quite frankly, impossible by modern standards of ship engineering."<br><br>Jemarr pressed a button on his omni-tool to shut off his suit's audio relays, just in time to stifle a loud yawn. "Sorry, Commander," he apologises as he turns the relays on again. "What else is there? Ah. Lieutenants Black and Moreau have intercepted a geth signal sent via the Hydra Maelstrom relay, which indicates a geth presence in or near the Hydra Maelstrom nebula itself. I expect to have at least part of the message deciphered by midday tomorrow.<br><br>"Finally, I have some geth communications from the Perseus Veil, which indicate a large number of geth coming together to follow some sort of military or religious leader, connected with their presence on Eden Prime. I strongly suspect that this figure can be found on the giant ship we witnessed. That is all I have for now - I will keep the Alliance informed as my data analyses progress."<br><br>He bowed to the senior officers and stepped back beside Xeia, ready to listen to the next report.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 05:50:40</strong>
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				Anastasia stood next to Jemarr as he summarized the information that they had discovered so far. Her violet eyes flicking over to Xeia as the Quarian spoke before she looked back to the assembled Alliance officers as they listened to Jemarr trying to gauge their reactions to the information that they had discovered already.<br><br>“Additionally the message we intercepted from the Hydra Maelstrom relay contained an unknown quaternary signal buried deep in the signal waveform. The structure does not match any know Geth encoding schema.” Anastasia added after Jemarr finished as she looked to Captain Anderson then to Commander Shepard.<br><br>“I would recommend that we investigate the Hydra Maelstrom nebula without delay, whatever is occurring there was important enough for the Geth to use a full size Mass Relay to send a message across the galaxy, and since it seems to have been directed at the unidentified… alien ship; that communication must be connected to the Alien ship, the Geth and the Beacon.” She said waiting for either Xeia to chime in since she was said to be an archeologist and an expert on Protheans or for the Captain to make a decision on their next course of action.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 19:23:06</strong>
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				Tyger - With Giselle Do'Urden, doing a bit of target practice.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.<br><br>How he had missed the spy glass mounted along the top of the weapon Tyger cannot guess. He looks through is and is amazed and frightened at the same time. If it can bring things so much closer visually then it obviously must have a much longer range than any missile weapon he has ever seen. He finds the sound and flash of light very distasteful. ”I will keep this weapon, but doubt if I will use it much. It can kill at such a great distance and lacks any form of discretion or subtly. Weapons like this used in battle will take all the glory out of the fight and only increase the hell that is war. Two armies with such weapons would never even have to see each other’s faces. I am reluctant to test it any further but there is another setting for the switch on the side. He clicks the switch on the side of his weapon to the last setting and once again puts it to his shoulder. He looks through the spy glass sighting device and puts the lines in it on what is left of the dead tree putting where the lines cross on the spot he wants to receive the damage from the weapon. He squeezes the trigger and several shots jump from it one right after another in very rapid succession. His finger is only on the trigger a few seconds at best but the tree is completely destroyed by the number of shots fired. He curses vehemently in elven and nearly drops the weapon. ”We definitely cannot allow these to fall into the wrong hands as there are abominations. If these are the typical weapons of these other worlds I’m not so sure I want to see them, but it may be necessary to stop whatever is now threatening this world.”<br><br>The ninja returns the switch back to the setting he found it at which had not allowed the weapon to fire before collapsing it back down into its box form. He returns it back to his back and once again has his armor create a pocket for it. ”I have seen enough of what they can do. Are you satisfied with your knowledge of them yet?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 20:45:59</strong>
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				((Only have one weapon at a time right now bud.&nbsp; I have the sniper rifle, now please make up your mind about what you got dude lol.))<br><br><strong>Giselle Do'Urden - Agreeing with Tyger before heading back.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br><br>Giselle had to agree since these things were devastating from what she had seen for herself.&nbsp; There was no honor with such demon made weaponry, no glory, and sure as Hell no mercy if she had to guess since once fired nothing would survive the destructive force generated by these things.&nbsp; She put her own weapon away before attaching it to her back, glad this was over for the moment.&nbsp; "You're absolutely right, but we can't hide these things forever either.&nbsp; We need to find where these things originated from, so we'll keep our ears to the ground, see what pops up in the next few days.&nbsp; For now, let's get something to eat and go from there Tyger."&nbsp; Giselle replied, putting a hand on the man's shoulder to give some measure of silent comfort to the half elf.&nbsp; "I am not happy about what we have learned, but it's enough for now."&nbsp; Leading the way back to town, she hoped things would become clear soon or she may have to dig up some old unsavory friends of her father's, and dealing with the mercenary in question was not something she relished, provided she could even find him of course....<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Commander Sheppard - Making plans with her crew.&nbsp; SSV Normandy above Eden Prime.</strong><br><br>Elizabeth and the rest listened quietly to what the others had to say.&nbsp; It made her skin itch, and not in a good way either since it confirmed some of her own suspicions.&nbsp; That geth ship, if that was what it was anyway, was indeed something that wasn't normal by any means, and Jemarr was right in what he said about it from what she had seen for herself.&nbsp; That ship was too damn big to be a Geth ship, and it was doing things no other ship, Geth or otherwise, had a right to do, entering a planet's atmosphere without being torn apart being one of them, and then heading back out just as easily for that matter.&nbsp; "Alright, what do you say Captain Anderson?"&nbsp; She asked, turning to the man in question for a moment to let him offer his opinion.&nbsp; She valued it greatly, no matter what since he was a damn fine man that supported those under him while being firm when the need arose.&nbsp; All in all, she wanted no one else to be over her as far as rank went.<br><br>"The fact we have a dead Specter, Saren possibly going rogue, and a new ship the likes of which we've never seen as well as a strange message coming out of the Hydra Nebula, I say we follow with what's been given and check it out.&nbsp; It's your call Commander, no matter what I'll support it, but the Council might not like it."&nbsp; Nodding her head, she looked to the others, reaching a decision, which was rather easy considering the options they had.&nbsp; It was either check out the lead now, or let it go cold and potentially lose any hope they have of gaining an edge in this mess.<br><br>"Let's send a message to the Council, tell them what's happened and where we're going before we head out, that way if it's some kind of trap or a rendezvous point for the Geth, they'll be able to follow our lead if anything happens to us.&nbsp; Joker.&nbsp; Set a course for the origin point of that transmission you picked up.&nbsp; Captain, let's get this over with.&nbsp; Dismissed!"<br><br>((Next posts will be above Toril.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 03:50:43</strong>
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				At the word "Dismissed", Jemarr nearly fell asleep on the spot, as the tension drained from his body and his brain recognised that he need no longer be alert. He managed to remain awake, though, and gave the senior officers a polite bow before slipping out of the comms room. He passed Anastasia and Xeia on the way out, giving them both his smile-gesture and letting them know that he was on his way to Doctor Chakwas's surgery.<br><br>Soon enough, he had stepped into the Normandy's medical bay, where Doctor Chakwas was examining some charts of Commander Shepard's brainwave activity. She quickly closed the files and gave the quarian a welcoming smile. "Hello there, friend," she greeted him, gesturing him to a seat in front of her desk. "The Captain told me there was a quarian on board, but I told him that if there were, he'd be in my office already." Her eyes twinkled genially as she joked with the quarian.<br><br>Jemarr laughed and bowed to the doctor. "I waited three whole hours - that's surely a record for my people. I am Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn, and you must be my new best friend, Doctor Chakwas." He took the offered seat and looked around the medical bay. "In truth, I'm not expecting much trouble from a controlled environment like the Normandy, but I picked up an infection on Eden Prime that I'd like you to take a look at. Do you have encounter suit interface equipment here?"<br><br>Doctor Chakwas nodded and pointed her omni-tool at Jemarr, pressing a few buttons on the holographic control panel. "Xenobiology is a major component of Alliance medical training, and I downloaded the appropriate software from the extranet while I was tending to the Commander. I'll need Medical Administrator access to your suit if I'm to help you."<br><br>Jemarr directed his own omni-tool towards the doctor's and gave her the requested access privileges. He knew that this gave her access to all of his suit's functions save for the ones that allowed him to speak, breathe and walk, and he shivered at the feeling of nakedness and vulnerability that this induced. He imagined Doctor Chakwas's fingers prodding his body as she made her examination of the suit's systems, although he couldn't actually feel a thing. Still, she was a doctor, and, more importantly, the Normandy's doctor, and it would not do to distrust the doctor of the ship where he was a guest.<br><br>"I see the infection," she informed him as she made her diagnostic search. "It looks like some Eden Prime bacteria entered the wound before your suit sealed the breach, five hours and seventeen minutes ago. I'll have to clean the wound and apply some achiral antibiotics. Lie down on the surgical bench and I'll bring the encounter suit surgical module over."<br><br>The quarian did as he was told, stretching out the injured foot and doing his best to relax without falling asleep. Doctor Chakwas rolled a small wheeled unit over to the bench and wrapped an attachment around his foot, forming a perfect vacuum seal with his suit.<br><br>"Your suit's mechanics are old, but its computer system is very up-to-date. I'm impressed - it's giving me medical feedback in seconds that would take minutes for a human on my systems. It's clearly optimised for your particular physiology. Ingenious." She activated some controls on the machine, spraying the wound with a dose of local anaesthetic before sending in micro-scalpels to clean the wound.<br><br>She continued to speak while the machine worked, to distract her patient from the mild discomfort the surgery would cause. "I'll check your metabolic report while you're here. You do have some fascinating software on here. Blood sugar monitor, adrenaline regulator, something called 'The Pilgrimage of Marlin'Rees nar Innocence'..." The doctor raised an eyebrow as she peered at the young quarian.<br><br>Jemarr blushed, his heartrate rising slightly on the doctor's monitors. "That's a... um... it's a historical documentary. It... documents Marlin's pilgrimage, where he visits a number of planets all across the galaxy, and... documents his adventures there. It's a documentary," he added helpfully.<br><br>"Is it really?" mused Doctor Chakwas as she withdrew the micro-scalpels and inserted a tube of antibiotics into the machine, instructing it to apply the antibiotic gel to the newly cleansed wound. "A marine told me last week that Fornax was a xenobiology textbook." She patted him on the shoulder as she disengaged the machine. "Don't worry, Jemarr, everything that comes into this office is in strict confidence. Besides, I found a copy of Fornax: Krogasm Edition in the mess hall the other day. I don't think anything you have is quite that strange."<br><br>Jemarr nodded as he swung his legs off the surgical bench, and made a mental note to remove "Marlin's Tuchankan Vacation" from his suit as soon as he'd finished watching it. "Thank you, doctor, my ankle feels better already," he said, putting his weight on it without discomfort.<br><br>Doctor Chakwas smiled and passed him a small data packet. "Here are my recommendations for the next few days. You need plenty of sleep and no more stimulants. Make sure you have enough to eat, too - I'm sure nobody will object to your taking our late Spectre's nutrient supplies. I didn't detect any other injuries from your encounter with the geth, though - you're very fortunate. Good luck in the Hydra Maelstrom, Jemarr. Come and see me again if you have any more trouble."<br><br>Jemarr thanked the doctor profusely and strode out of the surgery, glad to be able to put his full weight on his ankle again. He consulted the map of the ship and made his way towards the elevator, heading for Lieutenant Black's quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 22:08:46</strong>
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				Anastasia smiled to Jemarr as they were dismissed by Commander Shepard. She returned his smile hand gesture as he headed to the infirmary to see Dr. Chakwas about his foot; she still had some work to do especially since they were headed to the Hydra Maelstrom nebula.<br><br>Back at her station she quickly typed a short message on a standalone datapad; she encrypted the data before inserting it into another message which she then uploaded it into the normal comm. server for transmission back to earth. She wiped the information on the little pad and resumed her task at hand as she ran through the required system checks before a mass relay jump. <br><br>Navigator Pressly exited the comms room, he seemed to be a bit grouchy not about anything in particular just as his nature. He began requesting the status reports of the ships systems as they prepared to jump through the mass relay.<br><br>She could feel the Normandy accelerate as Joker broke orbit heading the ship towards the systems mass relay the ships sleek shape rapidly accelerating away from Eden Prime.<br><br>(http://gfx.gaminator.tv/data/characterPicture/784/784.3.jpg)<br><br>If the Geth were operating outside of the Perseus Veil they weren’t using a Geth ship Anastasia thought to herself as she began to cross reference any ships reported as over due or missing in the Artemis Tau sector. <br>Artemis Tau was the only sector that connected to the Hydra Maelstrom relay, so any ship headed there would have to pass through that relay. Which was helpful as it limited the amount of data ship registrations and records that she would have to sort through.<br><br>Her fingers danced over the virtual consol as she sorted and filtered the shipping logs for the region.<br>The search quickly indicated that there were three Human ships missing in the sector and two alien one Salarian and one Batarian.<br>After a quick check of the relay logs only the Batarian ship had headed through the Artemis Tau relay to the Hydra Maelstrom; 12 hours after it was reported as over due on Alsages in the Sparta System.<br>She copied the data of her research and the information that was available on the ship, IFF transponder, thermal signature as well as the ships class. The Alliance didn’t have the actual Batarian&nbsp; name of the ship so it like most unknown ships was classified by the alliances standard schema as a ‘Armed Auxiliary- Batarian’. Most Batarian ships even the civilian ones were comparatively heavily armed and armored not quite a match for a real warship but more than enough to prey on the usually lightly armed merchant ships of the other races. She sent the data packet to Commander Sheppard as well as the rest of the team before she headed back to her quarters.<br><br>She had half expected to see Jemarr there when she opened the door to the tiny room.<br>At least being an officer she had a private room; private closet was probably more accurate or cell; she mused as she sat on the edge of the bed in the 2.5 x 3 meter room.&nbsp; It was a good thing that she wasn’t that tall as the wall that the bed rested against was sloped inward as it followed the lines of the ships hull giving the room a sort of half 'D' shape. The bed took up most of the space in the small room but it was made to serve as a bed as well as a sofa and had storage compartments beneath it as well. The far end of the room had a small set of shelves. The wall opposite the bed had a storage unit that served as a desk and wardrobe. The terminal in the room was stowed on a swing out arm that rested on the same wall as the bed. The room was predictably bare since she had just been assigned to the Normandy. <br>Still it looked like her gear had made it aboard with all the commotion on the planet, luckily she traveled light.<br>Since Jemarr wasn’t here yet he was probably still with Dr. Chakwas, so she probably had time to get a quick shower before he arrived. She stood and began to unpack her kit as the door chimed and opened revealing the Quarian. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 16:31:58</strong>
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				Jemarr reviewed Doctor Chakwas's medical instructions as he stood in the lift, waiting for it to reach the cabin level. For such a technologically advanced ship, the elevators seemed to take forever to get anywhere. The instructions were what he expected - not to take any more stimulants until his hormone levels had stabilized, and to do his best to eat a nutritionally balanced diet.<br><br>He jolted awake as his omni-tool registered a data packet from Lieutenant Black, having nearly dozed off in the meantime. Paging quickly through the data, he noted the identifying features of the suspicious ship and saved them to his own records.<br><br>Finally, the elevator tone sounded and the doors slid open. He made his way directly to Anastasia's cabin, his brief glance at the ship layout earlier being enough for his quarian to find his way around. He pressed the door chime and waited for the door to open.<br><br>Jemarr bowed deeply to Anastasia as the door opened, seeing her unpacking. He stepped inside and gave her his smile-gesture again. "Thank you once again for your hospitality, Lieutenant. I would hate to be in anyone's way tonight." He looked around the mostly bare cabin with great interest. "Ah, you've only just been assigned to the Normandy, so you haven't decorated yet. Where are your roommate's things, though, or have you not been assigned one yet? You have so much space here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 05:31:13</strong>
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				Anastasia smiled as Jemarr bowed to her. She turned to him stopping her unpacking as she returned his smile jesture with her hand as he spoke.<br><em>"Thank you once again for your hospitality, Lieutenant. I would hate to be in anyone's way tonight."</em> he said the little circular lite on his helmet blinking in time with his words as he looked about the cabin. <em>"Ah, you've only just been assigned to the Normandy, so you haven't decorated yet. Where are your roommate's things, though, or have you not been assigned one yet? You have so much space here."</em><br><br>Anastasia grinned as Jemarr commented on how large the room was. She supposed to a Quarian her cabin was probably enough space for a small family.<br>"You are my roommate Jemarr," she said grinning as she waved her hand gesturing to the room around her, "We can divvy up the storage space, your probably the only person on the ship who has less stuff then me." She smiled as she moved her duffel bag off the bed and over to the storage unit and sat on the edge of the unit as she pulled out a smaller personal kit.<br><br>"You can have the bed. I'm going to get a shower before we hit the relay on the outbound jump." Anastasia&nbsp; said as she leaned back stretching, showing off her lithe body.<br>"Try not to take up the whole bed," she said her eyes bright as she pushed off the edge of the storage unit, "Ill see about having a second bed brought in, thought I don't know where it might go." She said as she pressed the door control.<br>"See you soon Roomy." She said with a giggle as she slipped out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 15:00:27</strong>
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				Jemarr straightened up his posture as Anastasia explained that he would be her roommate. "Oh, well, that works very well! You're right, I don't have much gear. You'll hardly even notice I'm here."<br><br>He unslung his backpack and slid it into one of the storage compartments under the bed, then started unclipping items from his suit, such as his water bottle and nutrient pack. He placed these in a separate drawer on the opposite wall, then hung a piece of purple thread from the drawer handle. "I'm putting my food in here, so try not to open it. You'd be entirely welcome to share my food and drink, of course, if it wouldn't kill you. Ah, this is convenient!" He bent down and found a set of compartments in the base of the bed, just the right shape for a sniper rifle and a pistol. "The civilian ships I came to Eden Prime on didn't have anything like this."<br><br>He climbed onto the bed and sat up against the wall, ducking his head a few inches to avoid the ceiling. His eyes eagerly followed the movements of Anastasia's body, and not for the first time, he wondered about the potential ramifications of sharing a cabin with someone other than his family. "Alright, I'll do my best!" he called as she slipped out the door. "See you in a bit."<br><br>Once Anastasia had gone, he drew himself up into a cross-legged sitting position and tapped a sequence on his omni-tool. Three holographic quarian heads shimmered into view in front of him, two male, one female, their faces visible, unconcealed by modern helmets. Jemarr bowed his head and began speaking in an older dialect of the quarian tongue.<br><br>"Ancestors, hear my prayer. Guide me to the truth of the synthetic demons' plots, and grant me the wisdom and the strength to defeat them. Show me how to bring our people one parsec closer to our homeland once more. Blessings be upon the Normandy, and grant that I be a boon to its Captain and crew. Keelah se'lai."<br><br>The ancestors nodded their heads to Jemarr before winking out. He reached up and unclasped the magnetic tabs fastening his burnoose, attaching it to the curving ceiling above him as a bit of decoration to the otherwise blank surface. He started to lie back on the bed, but found his mind still full of the events of the day. To help calm his nerves, he activated one of the musical instrument programs on his omni-tool, forming a holographic wind instrument, long and slender like a flute but curved at one end. He brought the instrument to the mouthpiece of his suit, letting the omni-tool's program interact with his suit's breath monitor, to translate his breathing into sound. His four fingers moved dextrously along the instrument's air holes as he blew gently, piping out a slow, sad melody, barely loud enough to be heard just outside the cabin door. He closed his eyes as he played, the words running through his mind, a hymn of morning for lost Rannoch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 16:26:11</strong>
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				<strong>Tyger - With Giselle Do'Urden, heading back into the city.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br><br><hr><br>Dealing with unusual and very dangerous threats is something Tyger has become accustomed to doing over the last couple of centuries so he does not really feel the need to be comforted. However the hand of his lover on his shoulder is more than welcomed and even though not needed does have a comforting affect. He smiles at her as he looks across her arm to her lovely dark face. ”I could definitely go for a hot meal. When can worry about what to do about these abominations in the morning. Perhaps your father or brothers will know something more about them and their origins.” He moves close to her placing his arm around her waist and pulls her body close to his. After placing a tender loving kiss on her cheek he allows her to guide him back into the city and to their inn. He keeps his arm around her waist the whole way simply enjoying having her close. Once back among other people he completely ignores the looks and even comments from the people that see the two warriors sharing such a tender embrace. Whether they know who she is or just think of her as the race she appears to be the half elf just does not care what those people think about their union and is proud to love and be loved back the dark skinned elf.<br><br>Once back at the inn Tyger takes a table in the back and in a darkened corner simply out of habit and his natural affinity for shadows. When the serving girl ask what they would like, he gives in to his more carnivorous nature and orders a steak cooked medium rare still pink and even slightly bloody in the middle. With some bread and cheese and a wine to wash it down and lets Giselle order her own meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 15:58:17</strong>
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				Anastasia closed her eyes as the hot water sprayed down over her svelte body washing away the soapy lather from her pale skin and enjoying the warmth of the hot water as she thought about the mission at hand.<br><br>That there was a Specter on board confirmed the Intel that Section Zero had about Captain Andersen's plans for the SSV Normandy and probably Shepard as well.&nbsp; They didn't trust&nbsp; the Citadel Council nor the Turian Hierarchy the Council's private Military. The Council treated the Alliance as just an associate member making them play by all the rules of the Council but giving them no say in what the Council finally and arbitrarily decided. So SZ wanted to makes sure that the Normandy stayed Alliance property and wasn't acquired by the Citadel Council for their own use. Of course the Geth attack on Eden Prime, the loss of the Prothean Beacon, the dead Specter, and the huge alien ship suddenly made this mission quite a bit more interesting.<br><br>The giant ship was probably as big a prize as the Prothean Beacon, or even bigger if it was a Prothean ship. Even if it wasn't Prothean the technology needed to land that size of a ship on an earth like planet was decades beyond anything the Alliance had. Of course there was no way the Normandy could capture it, maybe get some close range detailed scans but it would probably take a whole fleet of ships to take it down. Still if they could catch it on the ground or docked somewhere without it's shields...<br><br>Then there was her new roommate, Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. The Quarian was interesting to say the least, he clearly found her attractive and&nbsp; Anastasia couldn't put her finger on what precisely but there was something intriguing about him. He was exotic, alien, the shyness he exhibited around her and of course the mystery of what he looked like behind his helmet pushed him over the edge for her; it made him...sexy. She giggled aloud as she cut the water and ran her hands back through her wet hair squeezing out the excess water before she left the shower stall her fingertips briefly tracing over the four Neural Interface ports on the base of her skull. She pulled a fresh towel off the rack and dried off. She would have to study Quarian Language.<br>I wonder if he snores she thought smirking as she began dressing in a standard Alliance duty uniform and headed back to her quarters.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 02:11:15</strong>
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				Jemarr blew the last notes of his mourning hymn, sighing deeply. He felt a tear running down his cheek, and let it drop into his suit's recycling systems. One day, his planet would be free of the synthetic menace his people had accidentally created, but that day wasn't going to be tomorrow.<br><br>He shut down his music program and lay back on the bed, his breathing quiet and even. His meditative prayer and the controlled breathing of his playing had relaxed his body and mind, enabling him to find the sleep he so desperately needed. He placed himself right up against the wall, taking up only a small width of the bed. He set his suit to monitor his muscles and electrically massage his legs to minimise cramps and sudden sleep movements.<br><br>Oddly enough, Jemarr had actually gotten used to the huge amounts of space available on Eden Prime - even the guest bedroom the colony had given him as a visiting worker was three times the size of this cabin. It had been strange sleeping so far away from anyone else, though, so the closeness of the cabin and the proximity he would have to Anastasia was quite reassuring to him. He closed his eyes, but instructed his suit to wake him when the cabin door opened. He assured himself that this was so that he could be polite and accomodate whatever position Anastasia wanted on the bed, but in truth, he didn't want to be asleep when she climbed into the bed next to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 00:31:44</strong>
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				Anastasia exited the Showers as she followed the corridor around to her quarters. The air in the hall felt cool as she left the warmer humid shower room, the metal decking felt almost icy on her bare feet as she activated her Omni-tool checking on the status of the lighting in the room as she rounded the corner to her quarters. She pressed the command to not activate the lights when the doors opened.<br>The doors sliding apart as she approached them with a soft hiss. the lights form the corridor briefly silhouetting her in the doorway as she entered the dark room.<br>She paused for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the darkness before she silently patted over to the edge of the bed. Anastasia's lithe form settling on the mattress close to Jemarr's legs as she unzipped and slid her pants off her long legs before she pulled her oversize shirt down over her panty clad bottom.<br>She looked over to Jemarr to see if he was asleep. he was pressed up against the wall on his back. Given what he had said earlier about being tired she assumed he was; but since the Quarian's features were as always concealed by his helmet she couldn't tell. So she just shifted up on the bed took the second pillow and laid down on her side, her back to Jemarr as she snuggled her pillow.<br>"Good night Jemarr" Anastasia said softly.<br><br>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/149/2/6/SSV_Normandy_SR1_by_NG_yopyop.jpg)<br><br>Ten Minutes later the Normandy hit the mass relay the ship rocking gently as it accelerated along the mass effect corridor towards the&nbsp; Artemis Tau sector. The ship would have to stop there for six hours while they refueled and resupplied the Normandy, there were no support facilities in the Hydra Maelstrom Nebula so they would be on their own out there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 03:14:11</strong>
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				Jemarr opened his eyes as a soft chime rang in his helmet in response to the door opening. He looked towards the door and saw Anastasia's silhouette, smiling to himself. He watched as she sat down and undressed for bed, observing the finely toned lines of her legs and bottom. He started to reach out to her as she lay down next to him, but fatigue and common sense both got the better of him. Instead, he contented himself with murmuring "Good night, Anastasia," to her, before he turned his suit's vocal relay down so that she could hear only the softest of breathing noises from him, and he closed his eyes and slipped quickly into deep sleep. He slept soundly as the Normandy rocketed through the mass relay, the motion not rousing him in the slightest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 06:19:52</strong>
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				<strong>Hydra Maelstrom System 10 hours later</strong><br><br><strong><em>Hydra Maelstrom System- 2183154.12.22</em></strong><br>The Normandy cruised through the blackness of space the ship’s hull reflecting the eerie greenish glow of the Hydra Maelstrom Nebula.<br>The Normandy’s stealth system was running masking the ship from thermal detection as they searched for the missing Batarian ship. With any luck they could either follow the ship to wherever the hidden Geth base was or if necessary they could attempt to board the vessel and access the ships navigation log to find out where it had been, or where it was going.<br>Both options presented problems as the Normandy could only stay in stealth mode for a limited time after which they would be easily spotted while they vented the heat sinks that masked the ships thermal signature. Boarding the Batarian ship carried the potential for sustaining serious damage to the Normandy and there was no guarantee that if they did manage to board the ship that the data would be retrievable or that it had even visited the hidden Geth base.<br><br><strong><em>Hydra Maelstrom System - 2183154.14.43</em></strong><br>The Normandy was continuing to close in on the missing Batarian ship they were shadowing the passive thermal sensors had detected the ships engine flare despite the masking glare of the Nebula. The freighter was moving at maximum it's velocity it’s course taking it directly at the nebula. Joker had maneuvered the Normandy in closer taking advantage of a sensor blind spot directly behind and just below the ships drives. The reaction mass plume blinding it directly astern when it was under thrust.<br>The decision had been made to shadow he ship for as long as possible before either the stealth system had to be deactivated or there was a danger of losing the ship. and they were close to both. The stealth system was near it's operational limit and the freighter was seemingly determined to enter the nebula at maximum drive.<br><br>Anastasia sat at her station, waiting. the Batarian ship was running silent, no IFF, no active sensors, nothing. it was just driving right at the nebula at full speed. the passive sensor readings of the nebula didn't reveal anything they didn't all ready know it was a giant shifting cloud of superheated dust and gas mixed with a healthy dose of ionizing radiation and just for fun dense filaments of gas and dust that would be like hitting a solid mass of concrete at the speeds they were moving at, probably enough to overload the ships kinetic barriers in short order.<br>She flicked her violet eyes over to Jemarr then Commander Shepard and Captain Anderson as Jokers voice came over the ships comm.<br>"Were getting awful close to the nebula Captain." The pilot said the hint of concern in his voice not lost on the crew, "Were going to have to break off if were not going in with them in about 2 minutes, and I'm not sure the piece of junk were following could change course to avoid going in to the nebula now." Joker said as the Normandy continued after the freighter.<br>Captain Anderson looked to Commander Shepard then pressed the comm control.<br>"Fire control standby to target and fire on the Geth vessel." The Captain said as Joker's voice came back over the comm in a rush.<br>"The freighter is changing course; hang on." Joker called out, the Normandy made sharp downward pitch then rolled to the right before evening out. " holly...Captain there looks like there is a channel of clear space into the nebula."<br>Navigator Pressly chimed in even before Joker finished speaking.<br>"The sensors indicate a 1 to 2 Km wide tunnel through the outer shell of the nebula Captain."<br>"Alright; Joker keep us on that ships tail; lets see where this leads." Captain Anderson said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 04:44:28</strong>
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				<strong>Giselle Do'Urden - Settling down with Tyger.&nbsp; Toril, the continent of Faerun.</strong><br><br>Giselle was glad to have Tyger by her as they walked back to town, smiling warmly as she met the man's eyes.&nbsp; His plan held merit since they might indeed find something out they could not, but she had to agree with his plan to wait until the morning to figure anything out.&nbsp; Blushing as she felt his lips against her dark skin, Giselle's brown eyes fill with tender love for the man beside, glad to be back in town.&nbsp; She too ignored the looks around her, and instead concentrated on getting back to the inn.&nbsp; Once there, she almost didn't follow Tyger into the shadows only because she preferred the light atmosphere and to be seen, but she would say something about it another time.&nbsp; For now, she looked to the serving girl and waits for Tyger to order before doing so herself.&nbsp; A salad, a side of mashed potatoes, and a glass of wine as well, figuring they'd be alright while in town if she got just a little tipsy.&nbsp; Besides, she had plans to take advantage of the elven warrior tonight, having had quite a wonderful time last night.&nbsp; She wanted a repeat performance if at all possible.&nbsp; "Tyger?"&nbsp; She asked while they waited for their food to arrive, drinks coming first as was the usual custom.&nbsp; Taking a drink of the fine wine, Giselle nodded her approval of the drink but her eyes found someone in the crowd that didn't seem....right.&nbsp; She knew that feeling too well from past experience, the woman in question hanging in the back of the main dining room.<br><br>"Shadar Kai, back corner from this one.&nbsp; I think it's our old friend from past problematic adventures.&nbsp; I have no intention of dealing with her however since I want you tonight, and if she chooses to be a bitch then I'll personally send her to the Abyss."&nbsp; She growled, clenching her hand tightly around her glass as old memories came up, the least favorite of the bunch of them being how the Shadar Kai, a being of the Shadowfell, had taken control of Tyger and had sent him after her during a demon infested dungeon siege by hers truly.&nbsp; Dragonspear Castle had been the place, or rather what was left of it, and that had been quite a long time ago.&nbsp; The fact the Shadar Kai woman was around made her uneasy.&nbsp; Still, unless she did anything aggressive, overtly or otherwise, Giselle planned to take the bitch down.&nbsp; "Sorry....still a bit sore from the last time we ran into her."<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Sheppard - SSV Normanday.</strong><br><br>She had called rightly about the Council meeting over the secure comm channel, but at least they had given them the go ahead to keep investigating.&nbsp; She wasn't a Spectre yet, but if they were successful, Elizabeth felt it wouldn't be a question of her becoming as such, especially after Anderson's admittance to saying she'd be recommended for the job.&nbsp; It would be an extremely great honor, to say the least of anything else.&nbsp; However, things had gone relatively smoothly, and thanks to Anastasia, they were even now currently chasing a strange acting Batarian vessel.&nbsp; "Go ahead, let's see what we find aboard.&nbsp; Joker, get us in docking range and try to slow it down as best as possible if you can while maintaining our course through the nebula.&nbsp; Jemarr, Anastasia, Xeia, prepare for boarding."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 03:31:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tyger - With Giselle Do'Urden, trying to relax over dinner.&nbsp; Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br><hr><br>Tyger notices Giselle’s reluctance to join in him the darkened corner and is grateful that she decides to join him. He silently promises to try and break his habit of clinging to the darker corners and choose a better lit table or let her choose their table in the future. His lips slightly curl with the hint of an amused smile. He finds it ironic that he the product of a light elf and a human feels more comfortable in the shadows and she the half dark elf and looking more like that half of her heritage prefer to light and to be seen. By the time their wine arrives and she says his name questioningly though he is distracted by an odd sensation in the shadows. Not the pulsing signal that brought him to this place, but an old familiar sensation indicating that a shadow mage is nearby. His eyes narrow as the follow where his dark skinned lover directs. His lip curls back in a snarl exposing one oversized canine and low menacing growl rumbles from his chest.<br><br>The sitting in another dark corner is the one person the ninja hates more than anyone else in the world. The Shadar Kia shadow witch that taken control of him and used him like a puppet just a few decades after he had been given his curse. It was before he had developed his own ability to control the shadows but already had a strong connection through his solidified shadow armor. She had used that connection take control of him and force him to do things while he was aware of what his body was doing but unable to control it himself. That was close to two centuries ago and the first time he had met Giselle. At that thought he turns his eyes back to his beautiful lover and they soften. They had been pitted against each other and if had not been for the dark skinned elfess he may not have been able to break the control the witch had over him. ”I don’t know what she is doing here, but whatever it is it can’t be good. Until she does something though I say we try to ignore her. I can think of far more pleasant activities to do with you then fighting an old nemesis.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 12:32:54</strong>
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				Jemarr sat at the console he had been assigned near Anastasia's station on the command deck. He had just enjoyed a luxurious nine hours of sleep, and was once again bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take on the galaxy's challenges. His console gave him no control over the ship's systems, of course, but he had access to some of the ship's computing resources and a passive feed from the sensor arrays. He set a program to monitoring sensor readings from the Batarian ship - it was suspiciously silent - and dedicated the rest of his attention to decoding the transmission Joker had intercepted the previous day.<br><br>Just as the Batarian ship started to guide itself into the tunnel through the nebula, he let out a cry of triumph. "Got it!" he exclaimed, punching a series of buttons on his console and bringing up a large holographic display full of streaming data. "The message's originating coordinates were..." he poked a few more buttons, "right inside the nebula. Good, that confirms we're following the right vessel. I'll give the coordinates to Navigator Pressley."<br><br>A few seconds later, four photographs flashed up on the display, including two dark-skinned humanoids with slender builds and elongated ears. Data beneath the photographs quickly resolved itself into quarian script, and then into English. "Interesting..." the quarian muttered as he scanned the data. "It looks like we aren't the only people giving the geth trouble. These four humanoids have been interfering with geth husk production and..."<br><br>Jemarr let his arms fall to the surface of his console, making the holographic display disappear briefly. "Keelah," he whispered, leaning forward to examine the data more closely. "I think this is a pre-mass effect race. Fighting the geth. How is that even possible?"<br><br>He shut down the display when Shepard's orders came across the intercom, and stood up. "Aye aye, Commander," he replied, checking that his pistol was still at his hip and that his sniper rifle was in place on his back. He made his way calmly but quickly towards the airlock, ready to board the Batarian vessel after the combat team.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 20:16:28</strong>
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				Anastasia cocked her head as Jemarr whispered "Keelah." Her violet eyes fixing on the Quarian as he continued.<br><em>"I think this is a pre-mass effect race. Fighting the geth. How is that even possible?"</em><br>Pre-Mass Effect? She thought to herself as she looked back to her console so are they primitives? The pictures didn’t really show anything that would make the technology level clear.<br>“Curiouser and curiouser.” Anastasia said as she turned to Commander Shepard as she gave the order to prepare to board the Geth commandeered freighter.<br>“Aye! Commander” She replied as she shifted her chair back from her station she needed to kit up in her armor if they were going to pay the Geth a visit. She smiled as looked back to Jemarr and the others.<br>“I’ll be ready in 5 mikes.” She said as she jogged off to retrieve her combat armor and weapons.<br><br><br>The Normandy accelerated rapidly closing in on the Batarian freighter. Joker nimbly maneuvered the Normandy closer to the target ship. <br>The original plan to use the ships standard boarding airlock was nixed as it was never designed for a hostile docking any change in the Freighter's course would either rip it apart or send the ship into the Normandy.<br><br>The new plan was almost as risky even more so for the crew actually attempting the boarding.<br>Anastasia looked to Jemarr as she check her tether to the ship, she flashed him a reassuring smile as two Alliance Marines were completing the setup of the grapple launcher in the cargo hold.<br>She had read the Alliance Special Operations Manual for hostile boarding operations and most of the scenarios depicted involved using a specially designed breaching shuttle to either dock or cut it's own way into the ship; this wasn't in the manual.<br>Still with any luck it should work...<br><br>The new plan was to match velocity with the freighter, maneuver beneath it and using the the magnetic grappling cables in the hold link to the freighter and gain access to the ship via the engineering escape airlock. From there they could shut down the ships drives as well as its weapons.<br>Commander Shepard, and Ashley were checking their weapons as they prepared for the risky operation. Anastasia was to go first as since she had the most time in Zero G operations followed by Commander Shepard, Jemarr and Gunnery Sargent Ashley.<br>"Ok, Ready or not," Jokers voice came over the comm, "were ready to move into position for the dock err..boarding. co-mincing roll and velocity match." the pilot said.<br>The Normandy began a slow roll along its long axis the sensation disconcerting as the ship inverted then accelerated dropping under the Batarian freighter. <br><br>The Team looked to each other the crew sealing their suits as the cargo bay was sealed off and depressurized.<br>"There will be gravity for about a meter or so outside the ship on the ramp after that Zero G." Anastasia said over the teams comm channel as she clipped her harness to the line attached to the magnetic grapple. each of the team were secured by a tether to the Normandy and if all went well one to the Freighter once they were secure on the freighters hull they would cut their tether to the Normandy.<br>"if the Freighter is still running gravity it will be reversed to us since were on the underside of the their ship, so if your not ready when you enter the hatch, you will actually fall to what will seem like the ceiling but is actually the floor." She continued as the cargo bay doors began to cycle open.<br><br>After what seemed to be too long Joker's voice came across the comm again. <br>"You better go now, I don't want to scratch the paint." came Jokers voice the strain of concentration on keeping the Normandy in its dangerous position evident in his voice. Anastasia nodded to Shepard as the bay door fully opened and the cargo ramp extended; the silence eerie about the team as they gazed out into open space, the hull of the Batarian freighter seeming to simply be hanging below them. The Marine operating the launcher located the target airlock and fired the grapple towards the freighter. The woven poly cable spooled out silently behind the grapple as it crossed the 100 meters to the freighter the Marine signalling a clean contact, the winch pulling the cable tight. Anastasia checked her EVA harness one last time and started off down the landing ramp towards the freighter.<br>She dove off the end of the ramp seeming to dive head first towards the freighters hull her lithe form pulled close to the tether as she rapidly descended, she nimbly spun at the halfway mark, her EVA cable descender slowing her 'fall' towards the freighter. Her boots touched down on the ships hull her knees bending as she absorbed the last of her momentum.<br>"I'm on the hull, mag boots engaged," Anastasia's voice came over the comm breaking the silence, " Tethered to Freighter; I'm hacking the airlock now." She said, the team could make out her standing adjacent to the airlock door.<br>Commander Shepard stepped up clipping herself to the same line that Anastasia had used even as the Marines readied a second line and Grapnel for Jemarr. <br><br>"Fuck!"&nbsp; bright flashes began to appear about Anastasia on the freighter's hull, "Geth! There are Geth on the freighters outer hull!" she yelled back into the comm as she dropped down as much as she could, drawing her SMG and returning fire.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HopeFox</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 03:07:49</strong>
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				Jemarr nodded to Anastasia and watched her dash off to get her armour and weapons. His encounter suit served as his armour, so he had very few preparations to make himself. When he heard the details of the boarding plan, though, he quickly changed the suit's pressure seal settings to optimize for external vacuum, and activated the magnetic walking program for his boots. His suit always monitored the contraction of his muscles, so as soon as he tried to lift a foot, it would disengage the magnetic coils for the corresponding boot.<br><br>A few minutes later, he was standing in the cargo bay, his suit carefully linked to the Normandy tether. He had heard - indeed, had told - more than enough horror stories of quarians losing their tethers on EVA operations and floating away into the void, to be anything other than perfectly careful in zero gravity. He had been outside the Kesselyn during his education and twice for ship maintenance duties, but he had never done anything like this.<br><br>He listened to Anastasia's advice, giving his friend his smile-gesture in return to her reassuring smile. He watched the grapple line shoot towards the freighter, the line spooling out behind it. His helmet helpfully supplied a quiet <em>clang</em> in his ears as the grapple made contact with its target, though of course there was no real sound in the vacuum of space.<br><br>Jemarr watched Anastasia fly along the tether, once more admiring the lieutenant's grace and courage. He stepped over to the second grapnel and was just about to clip himself onto the line when Anastasia's alert came. "Bosh'tet demons!" he snarled, dropping to a crouch and hauling out his sniper rifle. His boots sealed themselves against the floor of the cargo bay as he fired a burst of radio jamming static at the freighter, hoping to disrupt the geth's hive mind communications while he looked for a geth target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 20:09:01</strong>
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				<strong>Upperdark tunnels beneath the Troll Hills, North of the abyss Throrgar</strong><br><br>Drostan's forge was only a few miles underground. Day in day out he toiled, working to make his crafts. Being so close to Throrgar had its advantages for a craftsman like himself. The tunnels used to skirt the abyss meant he usually manage to get some business from travelers, and he also had deals with merchants that rarely trundled along the paths. The tunnels were also a disadvantage. Duegar gangs occasionally patrolled and attempted to take his possessions. Derro hoodlums could be a nuisance but usually a good blast from the bellows stoked up enough sparks to scare them off. Rarely adventurers would pass way. Usually the tactic was to lock down his home and wait them out. And if they did come in, he had enough places to strike from unseen in his little hole.<br><br>The other issue was Throrgar itself. Wailing and groaning always, it did keep a more or less constant sound. Sometimes, however, a lesser demon spawn would crawl its way up to the closest tunnel to Drostan's forge and come wandering. In the case of Demon's, Drostan always hid. Better to let them rummage and do what they want and leave. And if they didn't leave, Drostan would have to work up the courage to kill it.<br><br>Today he was just returning from scavenging. Being three days travel from the nearest Drow cities, he needed to get his own materials. He stuck to the crags of walls and tunnels, ambushing unwary creatures and taking whatever he could. A dagger could be melted down, remade into something else. His own daggers couldn't be subject to this, however. Made of dark steel they had been crafted by a sculptor. When he left the city of Eyrndlyn he... acquired them.<br><br>Eyrndlyn was his home city, but not longer. Drostan was the second male in his family, and being a metal smith was no way to appeal to his family. With no way to stand up to long established smiths or sculptors when he wasn't taken on, he tried to do it alone. His work couldn't compare and soon he was disowned. It was all behind him. The left him to die, so they soon died in his mind. Drostan did remember his mother's name however, should he ever become skilled enough to return.<br><br>Back in his forge he dropped a small bag that clinked on the stone floor. Four daggers was the day's haul for metal. Another bag he placed on the table, containing mushrooms and a few insects. His forge was really one large room that served as his whole house. He had sealed off a small end of a cave with stones and clay, then baked it by building his forge in the interior. He had a large bin of coal, and another for scrap metal. His 'anvil' consisted of a flat stone tablet he stole sitting on another stone. A bed, table and a few cupboards and draws made up the rest of the room. Sighing he sat on his bed and took a mushroom to eat. He needed a big break to move beyond this place and become more. A really big break. After finishing his mushroom, cleaning up and putting away various items including the ones from today and washing, he lay down to sleep.<br><br>Hours passed until it what was roughly 7am on the surface. Drostan awoke from sleep, not the reverie. Stress usually kept him from entering, but he sometimes was able to. Today was a three week mark, which meant he headed for the surface for one night and two days. He slipped into his better wear, consisting of a pair of leather combat pants, a decent enough brown shirt and worn leather armour over that. The 'combat' pants were simply reinforced, but he wore them when he went hunting in the deep. The reinforcing and extra layers kept them from ripping as easy. A bag of weapons, including a small mithral knife, came with him. He barred the door from the inside, and went to the back of his house, scrabbling up a tiny hole he bored in the ceiling to a tunnel above.<br><br>It took him three uneventful hours to reach his spot, a small seat in front of a cleft big enough for him to slip into if he needed to sleep or hide. Sitting down he pulled out a small strip of cloth, and tied it around his eyes, binding his long white hair back as well. Even though he wasn't close to the entrance of the cave, enough light trickled in to make it enough to squint. That, and people came in with torches. So Drostan sat and waited for anyone. Always with a hand on his daggers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Magic and Effective Mayhem.  (Main IC Thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 08:37:44</strong>
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				((A post will come tomorrow.&nbsp; Promise.&nbsp; Had minor surgery Tuesday and might be getting sick, but hopefully I can get this going again.))
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