Underneath the twisted blue moon

[LordPenguin]

Extending vote duration my 24 hours, starting from the supposed deadline. (I don't want you guys accusing me of rushing things)

 

[Walliseatscheese]

Extending vote duration my 24 hours, starting from the supposed deadline. (I don't want you guys accusing me of rushing things)

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Thank you!

I'm going to be refining the plan later today.

Basically Lower Wales and Gwent need to be secured and I haven't actually done anything in regards to our new loot.

 

[Nordlending]

Mwahahhahahahahaha

This is amazing, chaos, revolt and a drunkard. This will be fun.

And not to forget. Uriel is here to drink poison and getting his ass kicked in gear, and he is all out of poison.

I am curious how he and Sharon remembers Dace. I don't remember the requirermeants for people remembering the last timeline, but I was sure he and his on and of girlfriend was one of them.

 

[Nordlending]

[X]Get involved.
Additionally, you may choose a pov character for the event!
-[X] Urie

We have to do something, otherwise we will all die horribly. Of course that will also happen if we do nothing.

And what does Urie and Sharon believe to be the truth. Did they get stuck in the time warp thing until now?

 

[LordPenguin]

Now now, don't be too pessimistic!
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[Doctor Elsewhere]

Oh... Shit.

 

[Nordlending]

Who is that?

 

[Walliseatscheese]

[X] Pawn Lelouch

Because the plan needs refining, I didn't learn how the Time system works for this until a minute ago, and I need to get ready for work 30 minutes ago.

 

[Pawn Lelouch]

[X] Get involved
-[X] Build a military base in Powys to protect the new town from undead attacks --[X] You have a magical anchor that can apparently hold back whatever "land of the dead" is, set it up in Powys. It's the most strategic position for it in Wales. ---[X] Recruit the maximum amount of scrap golems to fill out your forces, supplementing Militia Forces and Internal Security.
-[X] Send People (write-in. In case of recruiting, note it too)
--[X] Send Urie and Sharon out to evacuate Gwent and bring the population there into to the settlement we're building in Powys.
---[X] Set William Collins to start setting up patrols of our territory to make sure that the zombies woun't be able to slip in and start killing our residents off.
-[X] Reach out for possible allies
--[X] Have Ava reach out to Aife in regards to their current position, information regarding any anti zombie coalition forming, their resources, potential allies, and just the general state of parts of the country. Basically anything relevant to the situation that Aife knows, we want to know it too. As well as making sure they know these aren't inferi and are infectious.
---[X] Have Ava reach out to Longbottom in regards to their current position, information regarding any anti zombie coalition forming, their resources, potential allies, and just the general state of parts of the country. Basically anything relevant to the situation that Longbottom knows, we want to know it too. As well as making sure they know these aren't inferi and are infectious. ----[X] Have Ava reach out to Parkinson in regards to their current position, information regarding any anti zombie coalition forming, their resources, potential allies, and just the general state of parts of the country. Basically anything relevant to the situation that Parkinson knows, we want to know it too. As well as making sure they know these aren't inferi and are infectious.
-----[X] Have Ava reach out to the Weasleys in regards to their current position, information regarding any anti zombie coalition forming, their resources, potential allies, and just the general state of parts of the country. Basically anything relevant to the situation that Weasley knows, we want to know it too. As well as making sure they know these aren't inferi and are infectious.
------[X] Have Ava reach out to Rowle in regards to their current position, information regarding any anti zombie coalition forming, their resources, potential allies, and just the general state of parts of the country. Basically anything relevant to the situation that Rowle knows, we want to know it too. As well as making sure they know these aren't inferi and are infectious.
-[X] Send resources (write-in)
--[X] Send any requested resources to Aife's faction to help reinforce them. ---[X] Send any requested resources to Longbottom's faction to help reinforce them.
----[X] Send any requested resources to Weasley's faction to help reinforce them.



Additionally, you may choose a pov character for the event!
-[X] Sally

So I know that we said we weren't going to turtle and all that. One issue though, the time system. So every single action has to be listed out seperately and it costs a set amount of time. As an example, if Wallis and I understand it right, Ava trying to talk to Ava and Longbottom would technically be two seperate actions as an example. So we have far less freedom of action economy than initially expected. With that in mind evacuating people as our first goal means that we don't have to have people constantly stationed there to prevent them all from dying off.

Since that's the most urgent goal, once that's done, setting up our personal defenses is key. With that in mind setting up patrols is good since they'll continue doing that unless prompted, so with two actions we hoard our people into the safest area we have and then make that area safer for the duration of this event.

Then we can afford to start worrying about the other groups so Ava starts checking in with Aife + Longbottom + Weasley since information is king and extremely valuable in the current situation. Then the potential resource sharing is both a source of goodwill and making sure other groups stay strong against the zombies.

 

[SocsoD]

There was nothing Adam hated more than summers. It wasn't the weather, no, he was more than used to it. What bothered him the most was how everyone clumped together and made an unbearable ball of heat that you couldn't breathe in, choking on the warmth of the air. He'd managed to bear it for a while, with the construction of new rooms despite the influx of people living in the base, but with the peak of summer, Adam had had enough.

So when Martin said he wanted to go on one last sortie for the season, Adam decided to gear up and follow after him, eager for a good reason to find some room to breathe.

There were no clouds to hide the burning sun that day.

He should've taken it as a sign.

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Adam and Martin stalked down the streets, repeating the same tactics they'd used plenty of times before together to get through this mess. Martin took point, scouting the next section and signaling to Adam once he seemed it clear, as Adam took up the rear to make sure nothing would jump out at them. A quiet wave from Martin, and Adam proceeded to catch up to his partner.

When they found something that looked half-decent or usable for their base, Adam would scavenge it and start trying to find even a little bit more room in his pack to be able to store the material, as Martin stood watch. With a good haul, the two started to make their way back to base, grinning at the loot and ready to shock Steve with what they'd got.

In a perfect world, maybe it would have gone that way. The world was anything but perfect.

Martin screamed as he fell to his knees, back hunched over as the guttural sounds from his throat echoed down the street. Adam took a step forward but was stopped by Martin, who held a hand out. "Get back, Adam! Don't get any closer!" His face twisted as white fur began to spill out of cracks on his skin, instantly recognizabl. After all, Martin wore his trophy of it every time he was on a mission.

The white Balverine.

But how? He hadn't been bitten! Even if he had, Balverine transformations took hours at the latest, not months. Was it infection by Balverine blood? What else could change people?

That doesn't matter right now, though. Adam grit his teeth and walked closer to the transforming Martin, getting down in front of him. "I need you to hold in there, Martin. You can't let go. You can fight this, I know you can."

Martin's writhing intensifies, without any sign of having heard Adam's words. Desperate, Adam holds down Martin's hand and holds onto it, clinging to it like a lifeline in the brief hope it could do anything.

The beast crushes Adam's hand in it's grip. Martin is gone, no sign of him remaining. Only the beast, the screams and howls now snarls as it turns properly to Adam.

Adam's hand feels ruined. The pain causes him to choke, before he turns to face the monster. "You didn't change much, Martin you ugly fuck."

The other paw was lifted, and Adam stared it down as the paw came down-

-only for the monster to be flung away by a silvery blade that pierced it's throat.

Footsteps come from where the sword flew, echoing in the otherwise quiet street, as Martin yowled in agony and leaped back.

"My, it's a beautiful day to be taking a stroll," A man in a priest garb and pronounced Dutch accent spoke out happily. "I was on my way towards Norfolk, but I got lost. Haha, surely it was the Lord who ordained this."

The blond giant looked at the balverine, his amiable expression melting like a snowball in hell, replaced by a frightening, but familiar, aura of murderlust. "My, it seems the work of the Lord is never truly over. My apologies for the spectacle you just witnessed, my son, now I will lay your friend to rest."

Before the man can brandish his blades, Adam gives out a plea. "Please Father. Tell me, can you save him?"

"I'm sorry my child. Once the body is turned, there is no return." He answered in a pained voice, as he crouched and jumped towards the beast, who finally got rid of the silver blade and lashed out. The priest ducked underneath the blow and slashes at the tendons of the armpits, eliciting a howl from the beast. "The body is the last thing to go, when this blight of the soul has completely consumed Man." He immediately jumped to his side, as the silver Balverine pounced, and slashed at the tendons behind its knees, causing the beast to fall to the ground, forced to crawl.

Pained screams come out from Adam, begging for his friend. "Martin, don't you dare fucking give up here! We've been through too much, you can't let it all end now! Prove him wrong!"

"It is pointless, but I will allow you this closure, my child."

The cries go ignored. The beast claws forward to reach the priest.

A broken hand is clasped in prayer. "God."

The priest lowers his head sadly. "There is no god to be found here," The priest looks almost apologetic. "Not since the Devil's flock emerged from the festering holes they were were spawned in."

"Return Martin unto us, Lord. I pray for his soul, to be cleansed of this rot."

The Balverine continues to claw towards the priest.

"...Anyone at all. My friend deserves better than this."

The Balverine nears the priest.

The Father looks at Adam. "Would you rather I did the deed?"

"No," A deep, shuddering sob escapes Adam, as he steadies his breath and levels his gun. "Please, suffer no more, good friend."

The gun fires, and the bullet bounces back from the beast's pelt, falling to the ground with a plink.

"A commendable effort. However, those beasts are only vulnerable to silver and holy sacraments," The priest reaches out and hands one of his blades over to the trembling hand of Adam. "The white Balverine, is an insidious one. It can only be born from the ashes of a strong soul. Your friend must have been an impressive man."

"He saved us. More times than I can admit to count. A white Balverine was the first he killed to protect us. Without silver or blessings."

"And in return, he called the curse of the beast unto himself," His face was solemn. "A white Balverine, may only be killed by Silver."

"My name is Gabriel van Helsing, and my calling in life is to destroy those beasts to protect mankind from those that would prey on it. Monsters are devouring us, the dead are walking the earth, and Wizards are using their foul magic to hurt us. In this time of Apocalypse, we cannot afford to hesitate anymore." He nods his chin at the blade in Adam's hands.

The beast is run through quickly. It growls, rages, and fights, but meets its death with a whine. Martin doesn't come back. All that's left is a monster's corpse.

Frustration. Sadness. Adam wants nothing more than to tell the world to go away for a moment and cry, cry for his friend. For Martin.

[Wrath]

He refuses. He gets back up, and turns to face Father van Helsing with a look of hatred etched into his features. "I've seen Monsters. The walking dead, and Wizards, less so," Adam stares down the Father, refusing to look away. "A group of survivors relied on him. Without him, we'll ultimately end up as food for the monsters, or the other threats we don't even know about. Could you take us under your wing? We can get you to Norfolk faster, with vehicles.

"We can't stop now. Not until every last one is dead."

Helsing looks at Adam with a searching gaze. "Then, Norfolk is not the place for you to go, for it is yet another den of Wizardry. I will accompany you South, to Winchester."

The walk back to the base is filled with stories. Beasts flood upon their position, but Father Helsing dispatches them with an ease that fills Adam with equal parts terror and admiration.

Adam speaks about the group of survivors- formerly just the three of them, now with more people and having taken on an actual form in order to do more than survive, to push back against the monsters and live in peace once more. Ad Astra Per Aspera.

In return, Father Helsing tells you of the going-ons of the world, of the apocalypse, and how the world has become so bleak.

He talks to you about the wizards, who started dividing the world between themselves, some ruling, some enslaving, and some outright slaughtering normal people.

He tells you of Dyfed, when people are abducted and put under magical control, robbed of their minds and bodies.

He tells you of Northumberland, where the wizards are at war, and the streets run red.

He hesitates, then tells you about Dunbar, when a priest grew complacent in peace, and came back to his orphanage to find his flock, his children, twisted into abominations as the red man with the white mask just laughed.

"We are at war, my child, and we are losing."

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It hurts to have to see this. Even just the report of the events was painful enough, but the full story?

Fuck I need to calm down.

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Have a cry Mary, no one'll blame you.

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[Wrath]

He refuses.

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Heheh. Good work.

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Huh, seeing him in person, I get why we named our organization after him.

Still think it's a bit much, but makes more sense now.

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This one was painful to get through.

But don't worry, there's more pain in store for us very soon!

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This did hurt me to write.

Kimetsu no Yaiba is a good anime.

 

[Doctor Elsewhere]

It's nice to see that Anderson is cool no matter the setting.

 

[SocsoD]

And now, for some context for the previous omake.

This time, near the end of the season, you decided not to go out and sortie. Winter was fast approaching, and you needed all hands on board to finish the underground farm as soon as possible, to have an abundant source of nutrition come the colder seasons, between the farm and the chickens.

Now, with all of that behind you, you and the others settled in for a good rest at base...

[Interrupt!]

You wake up from a fitful sleep in the barren room that was designated as the bedroom for the three of you, grumbling at the cramped nature of the place. A careless flop from Martin causes you to swear under your breath and if he hit you one more time, so help you god you would kill him.

Already half-awake, the impact against your front door is easy enough to distinguish, and brings you to full alert, shaking the others awake, with Martin snapping to position and Steve yawning as he rises slowly. The metal of the bunker door whines, the reinforced entryway sounding like something was trying to force its way in by tearing open the door.

Quietly signing, you manage to have you and Martin arm yourselves, Martin with the pistol in his hands and the knife in yours. Getting closer to the entrance in order to determine the situation, you can see fairly easily a large, massive beast with silver fur bashing into the door, growling as the door holds firm. You'd only seen the beasts with brown pelts before, this silvery fur was a new development. Was it proof it was stronger? Something about the night? Whatever it was, it was trying to break into your base.

Try as it did, it fails, but only just. Whether by age or by rust, the hinges of the door aren't as secure and solid as the door itself, leading to to a terrifying situation where the Balverine has managed to force itself halfway in, trapped by the doorway, clawing at the ground to make the final stretch to properly reach the inside and tear at all of you. It glares at you, its beady eyes filled with malevolence as it snarls, promising your death.

Martin takes one look at it, and shoots it in the eye.

Collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, the beast stops its struggles and falls prone on the ground. Following after the two of you, Steven comes up, sees the dead monster, and promptly faints on the spot. You drag Steve away back to a safer and more comfortable place (if relatively) to rest and not have to wake up again to the sight of the Balverine halfway through the doorway. Meanwhile, Martin, unfazed due to his experience with hunting and murdering nature's cute little critters, approaches the thing, and stabs it in the eye with the knife. Apparently satisfied it was dead, he cautiously opens its mouth with a pipe, and starts poking around.

With a bit more experimentation, Martin learns a few things about these Balverines he shares with you. The silver Balverine's pelt is resistant from cutting damage coming from inside, explains Martin as he puts the knife in the Balverine's mouth and starts dragging it, causing the pelt to break on the cheeks. The impromptu lesson on how to skin wild animals by the overly enthusiastic Martin is something you wish you could have gone without learning, but it looked like there was no way out of this one.

Soon enough, Martin is brandishing the very bloody pelt of the dead silver Balverine like a trophy, and you start thinking he might have been more at place among cavemen than in the 20th century. He certainly had the right build for it.

It took a few days to clear the thing, the smell was horrible, the door was still broken, and you were confronted with the fact that you had no running water, no showers, and you were lucky to avoid infections.

It could've been a lot worse, you reflect.

[End of Autumn]

AN: Damn Martial heroes!!!

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WOOOOOOOO MARTIN!

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PRAISE MARTIN!

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Lol Martin no-selling this Balverine. He's really carrying the other two on his own isn't he?

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The worst is still to come.

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Lmao Whale super salty about the successful Martial unit

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Lmao Whale super salty about the successful Martial unit

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Well yeah, especially after the last time with the stupidly lucky martial hero who got everything to go her way.

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The worst is still to come.

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And just like that, all of my joy has quickly tempered into cold fear.

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[Doctor Elsewhere]

[X] Pawn Lelouch

Apparently I didn't vote.

 

[LordPenguin]

First Hour, Level 1: The Stage of Worldliness, Mundus. ​

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Sally was watching the proceedings with disinterest, before walking out, taking Craidd with her. She felt something trying to worm itself into her mind, the same feeling she had every time she entered in contact with the boy, and her bracer suddenly tightened, fresh hot pain clearing her mind. The child shouldn't have to be put in contact with those things so early on, besides, he was starting to get sleepy, since his bedtime was nearing.

Looking at his bed critically, she whipped out her wand and weaved patterns into the air, a nearly transparent, silvery dome appearing, then disappearing from view. She lifted Craidd up, put him in bed, then tucked him in.

"Goodnight little prince."
"I don't want to sleep!" The boy whined, making her shake her head.
"If you do, you'll get to play with the butcher's dog tomorrow." She answered teasingly. That killed any protest of his and he closed his eyes shut, the space between his eyes wrinkling.

How pitiful. This child's social life promises to be a nightmare.

She then got up, locked the door, and applied a few spells. At least people listened to her request of a windowless room for the child, even though she did attract a lot of bad will by being his caretaker. She had to throw her disdain at the back of her mind.

This is why she disliked interacting with people.

Still, needs must, she sighed, walking down the corridor towards the library. She had about an hour before Ava would call her back, so she had to make it count. Checking formula, cross-referencing sources, and her own experiments saw to that time disappear in a blink.

"Hey, you gonna do something about it? Come on! You know you want to burn this place to the ground." A male voice could be heard in the lonely library.

"Even if I did, listening to the manifestation of my psychosis seems to be a terrible idea." She answered blandly, not lifting her eyes from her sheet.

"Aw man! I told you I wasn't!" The male voice whined.

"Because this sounds so convincing right now."

"...Geez, why did I think it was a good idea again? Things have gone to shit outside, and you'd better prepare because there's a fuckton of zombos headed this way!"

"Hence why I'm looking into this spell."

"Ain't gonna work, sweet cheeks, you're nowhere near being a good enough person for this one."

"Shut up." She groused, her hand gripping her quill too tightly.

"Hey, just calling things as they are here! A nice person wouldn't use skin flaying and blood boiling hexes over a bed."

The inkpot went sailing over the air as Sally was standing, breathing heavily and glaring at an empty spot on the wall.

"Pedophiles deserve everything coming their way."

"Nice aim!" The inkpot crashed into the wall, the ink spilling along the white surface and puddling into the ground. "If I had a body right now, it would definitely hurt! Probably."

Sally said nothing as she smoothed the creases on her robes and opened the mahogany door before stomping away from the room.

"Maaaaan, why are you so prickly, I'm like, the only trustworthy god around y'know?" A dark figure covered in twisted, glowing symbols was reflected instead of her image on the glass panels of the hallway. The dark man with yellow eyes lifted both thumbs up. "Oh, heads up, only a few hours left! Be right back, prepping some stuff on my side, stay sexy!"

All she could see now was her reflexion, and she sighed heavily, her shoulders dropping. This would be the time for her to take more of her medicine, but she needed her wits right now.

"Enter!" Ava's voice could be heard when she knocked, more frazzled than it ought to be, and with none of its usual sultriness. Sally frowned. Something probably went wrong.

Dace's old office was nearly identical, save for a filing cabinet that had been placed near the desk instead of the wall, probably to allow for easier access to documentation. on the far end of the room, she could see Ava talking to one of the mirrors she asked her to create and had a few servants bring to their allies via apparation. The golden one held the face of an old woman, wearing a hat with a stuffed vulture on it. The silver one, a young man with green eyes.

"How many?!" Ava was screaming while the older woman closed her eyes with a pained expression.

"Over one-fifth of the population was turned, and the count keeps increasing."
"My wife is heading in your direction, but we don't have troops that we can safely send your way." the man added.

Ava turned towards sally and pointed at the mirror on the opposite wall, where William was talking angrily to another man.

"Mind taking care of this? I don't trust him not to mess it up." She then turned around and continued her conversation. Sally swallowed a retort about her martial ability being roughly equivalent to a wet kitten before heading this way.

"Any news?" She asked softly, so as to not draw attention to herself. William's eye shortly turned towards her, looking over her shoulder and frowned slightly in disdain.

"None that you should be aware of, caretaker."

'...Well I don't like you either!' She fumed silently.

"Installation of the fort is going as expected. The evacuation went well too, but we don't have the infrastructure to house them."

The door violently opened, revealing one of the spies that were sent at Parkinson's castle. They were breathing heavily and holding a small black box. A radio, she noticed.

"Par-cough- Parkinson was attacked! The news didn't reach him on time and-Oh god, they're eating each other here!"

"Diiiiiiiid I hear cannibalism?" The irritating but familiar sounded at the back of her mind.

"Then we can expect Rowle is next. Make preparations to have the golems stationed at the border. At the rate this is spreading, we'll get under attack in a few hours. Do we have any wizards able to use fiendfyre here?" William rubbed his chin, eyes roaming over a map." We'll need to station a few of them South to make sure they don't go North." Silence reigned over the room before Sally hesitantly raised her hand. The military man looked at her once more. "The dark witch huh? You'll do."

She felt her face go aflame before muttering some excuses and scurrying off, in direction of her lab.

"Gee, what a dick, wonder what crawled up his ass and died today."

Her lips twitched slightly as she tapped her wand in a specific sequence next to the wall, before opening the door. A dark blue cloth was covering the window, casting a gloomy shadow in the room. The walls were littered with bookshelves save for one to her right, opposed to said window. Against it was an ensemble of maps, schematics, and drawings over a desk littered with carved stone pieces. Under the window was an end table, a small cube reflecting light like a diamond.

She grabbed the cube, no bigger than her nail and went to the maps, her eyes following the lines drawn from place to place. She had the intention to do it one day, and it would help tremendously if she could... But this was not the time and place. She began mixing the cube with stone pieces as if it was a three-dimensional puzzle until she ended up with a stone circle, the size of her palm and about two centimeters thick. On it were two eyes, one sapphire and one made of ruby, half melting and half fighting each other.

"You know darlin'? Some things really should be left buried forever."
"I wouldn't use it if the only other alternative wasn't being turned into an undead myself." She snapped at thin air.
"Oh?" The took a dangerous edge." And what makes you say that?"
"They will likely start by spreading the dormant infection, then activate it once the assault begins to negate our defenses. It's what caused the fall of the Old Kingdom after all, even if the actors are different this time."

She waved her wand, a door suddenly appearing between two bookshelves leading to her bedroom, and she began to switch clothes, robes leaving place to supple leather armor with symbols stitched along the edges.

"How vicious. Very you. And you didn't tell them... why?"
"Because if I did, that would alert the Cyclops that we know what he is. He already knows what the undead are doing, but he's likely trying to set up a trap of some sort. It could very well work, too. I don't want to jeopardize that, we have little room to act against those undead as is."
"True that. So, a Guild seal. Have you been going behind my back you naughty girl?"
"You have been waiting for me to push the boundaries for months."
"Awww, they learn so fast! Anyways, don't let me hold you back from committing mass-slaughter, I'll be rooting for you babe~"

A noncommital hum was her only answer as she ran out of the manor, before apparating a few times and arriving inside of the lookout tower, looking towards Parkinson's territory.

If it weren't already familiar, the smell of blood would make her want to vomit for sure. She could see hundreds, no, thousands of undead here... Her lips spread into a humorless smile.

"Now would be the time for you to do your worst, G you massive bitch." She whispered as the tower suddenly tilted and began falling, almost in slow motion. Her eyes caught a flash of green and she apparated, barely hanging on the tree, before she lifted herself up as the tower finally fell, overrun by the undead. She breathed in and lifted her wand in their direction.

Spoiler: Rolls

71 + 40 (Research) = 111 : T2 success
48 + 95 (magical combat) = 143 : Pass

Focus.​

Pain anger rage sadness loss emptiness fear anxiety disappointment guilt shame loneliness envy frustration-​

Gather it all in a single point.

Breathe in and out.

Release.

A gigantic beast with the head of a lion, body of a goat and dragon's tail got out leaped out of her want towards the field, puddles of fire spreading from its hooves and burning the undead as it roared in hunger and hatred. Then another appeared, and another, more and more until the entire field was ablaze.

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90 + 25 (strategy) =115 : T5 success
83 + 95 (magical combat) = 178 : Pass

However, she refused to stay immobile, especially since she didn't know the environment and an ambush was almost certain. Especially since tales from the surviving Red Sons mentioned Parkinson had a way to hide people from view en masse. If he linked it to some places, as it was probably the case, then there were pockets of undead just waiting for her to be immobile... Most likely in the forest, because there would be fewer chances of being seen there, even if the spell failed.

The fiendfyre chimeras snarled, and she felt her control slip a bit, before she strengthened it, holding the flame's leash with an iron mental grip. It did remind her, however, that the safest possible place for her would be to be here, in the middle of those flames.

This would be problematic though because then she wouldn't be able to see anything... But this wasn't her mission, right? Her mission was to stay here and burn everything to the ground. She then promptly jumped in, seeing, as she fell, that a pale, long-limbed abomination almost caught her.

Spoiler: Rolls

92 + 20 (combat) vs 42 + 60 (combat) = Sally wins. T7 success

However, remembering old gymnastic lessons, she gripped the branch she used to be on, lifted up her feet, and levered the creature up, causing it to lose its balance and fall underneath her, instantly burning to ash in the fire as they both landed onto the ground. It was surprisingly squishy, so besides mild disorientation, she wasn't injured by the landing.

Spoiler: Rolls

98 + 95 (magical combat) = 193 : T2 success

She remained that way for a while, before peeking out of the fire, and looking around. Huh. Apparently, there used to be a river here and-uh-oh, was that Parkinson's castle?

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Oh well, he probably didn't need that courtyard anyways. Or those towers.

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Or the landscape
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In fact. It had been an hour already, so she should probably head back to the castle.

Spoiler: Rolls

100 + 40 (perception) vs 58 + 60 (stealth) = Sally wins. T4 success
Nat100 bonus: Sally gains +40 to all of her 'detect undead' rolls.

However, her ears perked as a faint echo reached her ears. She cautiously looked around, trying to avoid the puddles of melted down metal, and, after half an hour of looking around and levitating herself on a platform to go faster, she found them. A mass of zombies hiding in the forest nearby. From the robes, she could guess they were high ranked. Then, she finally recognized Parkinson. She had to repress a smile. Looks like nobody would complain to her about melting that castle down in the end.

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61 + 100 (combat magic) = 161 : Pass
51 + 100 (combat magic) =161 : Pass

She aimed her wand at them and fired once more.

Once the deed was done, she extinguished the flames and immediately apparated back to the castle, feeling she hadn't wasted her time, to find everybody in panic. Seeing her and her slightly singed equipment, Ava immediately caught her and brought her up to speed about the current situation. Apparently, she was gone for more time she expected...

The stone disk at her belt was shining discreetly, with an emerald glow.

Now though, what was there to do?

Make your plan! ( and name it, please) Each action may take more or less time depending on the situation changes!

[]Write-in
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Results :

Hours spent : 3
-Dyfed Cleaned up of undead! An inhospitable environment makes zombie passage nearly impossible!
-Zombies invaded Glamorgan! Most of the population has been wiped out! the Weasley clan has been turned, Rowle requests all the help you can send!
-Aife's Base ( Suffolk) Hadn't been attacked and she doesn't require reinforcements
-Longbottom's town (in Warwick) has been invaded! one-third of the population has been turned! They request all the help you can send them!
-Somehow, zombies have also attacked in Northumberland! The Church is onto it, but they wouldn't mind some help.
-No sign of undead in Player territory as of yet, but some are getting close to Gwent. Population evacuated towards Powys.
-Basic fortifications built in Powys! (+20 to defensive battles, - 10 Wood)
-Scrap golems recruited, currently en marche towards Powys(will arrive in 2 hours)​

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Well
Rip zombie ninja memes, I guess.
24 hours votes​

 

[SocsoD]

Well
Rip zombie ninja memes, I guess.

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They still live!

Just...Sally's better than they are. Somehow.

At least she's the only one.

 

[AlphaDelta]

-Zombies invaded Glamorgan! Most of the population has been wiped out! the Weasley clan has been turned, Rowle requests all the help you can send!

Click to shrink...

Shit. At least Dyfed is clear.

 

[LordPenguin]

Sally does put a new spin on scorched earth policy.

 

[NotteBoy97]

The Fate of the Weak Part 2​

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"Imperio"​

It was just one word. One pseudo-Latin word. It was said like it was a completely normal word but William heard it as both loudest whisper and the quietist yell. There were no special effects no visual bolts no indication that anything had actually happened but suddenly William felt a literal magical calm fall upon him. He was so calm in fact that it would normally be disturbing and it was only that same calmness that kept him from panicking. While William tried to understand what just happened the man he was talking to suddenly spoke.

"Stand up slave," the man said coldly and William's body rushed to obey the order well before his sluggish mind could properly understand the words. He would normally be angry about being called a slave but William could not find it in him to be anything other than calm. After a few awkward seconds of standing and the wizard gazing expectantly, the pale man seemed to get impatient at William but his controlled mind was much too sluggish for William to pick up such a hint. Seeming to have run out of patience the man angrily pointed his wand at the muggle and shouted a word William did not catch. What he did catch was the sudden pain that brought him to his knees. "Listen, Slave, when you are given an order by a noble wizard such as myself you must respond with 'Yes my Master' is that clear!"

William wishing both to please his new master as well as avoid further pain hurriedly replied: "Yes my Master!"

"Good good. Now, Slave, do you know of anyone of importance who will notice your disappearance?"

"Yes, my Master. Only my wife and my daughter should notice if I were to go mis-"

"Okay that's enough slave if only two meaningless muggle females will notice then it's not worth worrying about just forget about them"

Forget about his family? William literally could not force himself that even attempt to follow that order, in fact, he was so offended by the order he managed to break through the supernatural calm surrounding his thoughts to feel actual anger. But it was not to last for William was only a mortal and even in his own mind, he could only fight the spell for a moment before falling back into the magic enforced obedience. So no matter how much he wished to give the man a piece of his mind all William said instead was "Yes my Master".

Afterward, William and his wizard master started walking to the basement of the building where apparently everyone else was. Well, the wizard was walking William was crawling on his hands and knees since apparently, the man did not like the fact that William was significantly taller than the wizard. After reaching and opening the metal door William seemed to have entered a medieval dungeon compete with cages and spikes. There were several other people there some of whom William recognized from the lobby whose eyes were glazed over. Some of these fellow muggle victims showed signs that their time here was pleasant with some bleeding from minor but painful looking wounds while others were stripped of almost all clothes and forced into awkward poses. But William's master paid no attention to this and instead focused on a woman in similar robes to himself who was sitting on a human chair.

"Is that the last one," the woman asked the wizard upon seeing William crawling.

"Yes, this is the last one. Prepare the portkey to Flower's Rest we are done in this town" said the man in response.

The women casually acknowledge the order and then commands her 'chair' to walk into another room to retrieve this 'portkey'. While they were waiting for her to return the wizard that William entered with commanded all the slaves to gather together in a circle. A minute later the woman returned with an object that was neither port nor key but was apparently the requested portkey. It looked just like a manacle and chain to William's eye and for all he knew that was exactly what it was but his master seemed pleased. He then ordered William and the rest of the slaves to touch it which was much easier said than done given how many were gathered in the room. Eventually, all the slaves managed to cram together enough for all of them to touch the manacle and chain even if some only had a single stretched finger on the metal object. After checking that his order was followed the wizard told the imperio'd muggles to stay in that position until the portkey activated and left the room with the witch.

After waiting for what felt like hours William suddenly noticed that portkey was starting to glow. The manacle and chain glowed with an increasingly blinding light and started to get uncomfortably hot to the touch. Normally such a thing happening without warning would have caused William to have dropped the magical tool but unfortunately, he was commanded not to so he did not have a choice. When the light reached its apex and the heat seemed to be scalding William felt a sickening sensation as if his stomach was in his foot and vice versa and then a pop. When his vision cleared up from that frightful experience William noticed he was in another place than the damp and dark basement he previously was. He appeared to be in a castle courtyard and he was not by himself since the other slaves that were near him were there along with several other similar looking groups. While he was beginning to wonder what just happened when a loud noise and bright green light appeared from the castle's balcony bringing everyone's attention to the man standing there.

The man was wearing black robes with a gold border and was leaning on a jeweled cane. William could not see his face from this distance but he could tell the man black shoulder length hair that was combed back and a goatee. Before William could inspect the man more the man tapped his cane to ground whose sound was supernaturally loud enough that it echoed across the courtyard. Then the man spoke, his voice similarily enhanced, "Greetings new serfs and welcome to Pansy's Rest. I am lord Parkinson your new master for your likely short and meaningless lives. But do not despair for your sacrifices will bring about a better world! A world where the truly worthy will rule! Where magic can be used openly without worrying whether you lowly muggles see! A world where I will finally get all the respect I deserve!." The man was practically shouting and out of breath after his speech for how much passion and insanity he had given it. After taking a second to catch his breath and cough into his hand 'lord' Parkinson starting speaking again "What are you all waiting for applaud and cheer!". William like the rest of slave followed their new lord's order since they were incapable of doing otherwise but inside his head, Willaim wondered what was happening to him and what his family was going to do with him being forcibly enslaved when he just promised to come back with a job. If he could William would cry for the despair his situation was causing but all he could do was keep clapping and cheering the man who had ordered all this to happen.

A/N: There finally done I know last time I said I would finish it in Part 2 but this got a bit away from me so I'll finish it in Part 3 William dies at the end.
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[LordPenguin]

Interrupting your decision making for a teensy tiny bit of Mayhem!

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"Ah~ This is just the worst~"

On the top of a spire in the sea, an inhumanly handsome man with white hair and violet eyes was musing, his silver arm glinting in the sunlight. In his hand, a sphere of black stone was going up and down as he idly juggled with it. His eyes whitened for a moment, before going back to normal.

"Well, no time like the present I guess, wouldn't want Arthur and his boy's band to wait too long. Therefore!"

The black sphere arced back down, to be caught in the silver hand's vice-like grip. His lips widened in an eager smile, eyes shining with mischief.

"Let's see... That way wouldn't work, and being indirect wouldn't be fast enough, not to mention Navigator would likely try to murder me if I did sacrifice Healer for the cause... This wish business is harder than I would expect! Well, whatever." He got a pencil out of his white robe's pocket and had it roll on the ground. On its many sides were words like 'world peace', 'raining dogs' or 'dancing gorillas mafia', changing as it turned and turned some more until it hit the wall, settling on 'Not enough chaos'.

"Ah~The fates ordained it, it seems~" He sent a cheeky wave East, and for a moment, the sky seemed to blink frantically, as it seems the Fates did not, in fact, ordain this at all and if he could kindly desist, it would be much appreciated!

"Now now~When have I ever messed up?"

All the time! The fates would have screamed if they were able to.

"You're too much of a worrywart, it will be fine, watch this!"

White lines began to appear around the black sphere.

"A quiet and peaceful world is just boring. This future displeases me. I declare the advent of the shadowed crown. Let the lance bleed once more! Let their towers fall and crumble! Let their castles fall down to ruin! Let the false idols share the fate of their flock! Now, let us hear the Kings' tales. I, The Herald command it: Gaia, Fall down!"

The orb suddenly exploded, as both Earth and Sky trembled.​

An emerald streak flew through the sky, sailing towards Wales and followed by earthquakes.​

"H-Hey now! This isn't our fault- GAAAAH! Why is everybody beating me up?! I won't stand for that kind of treatment! I'm not comic relief! HEY! Oh, you bi- Have at thee then!"​

The sky exploded in green and red light, a feral, animalistic scream opposing a deep hum, as the two streaks in the sky were colliding again and again, locked in a stalemate, until the red streak changed its angle and made the green one fall up, up North, the strength of the collision with the ground causing the Island of Orkney to sink as the surroundings were annihilated.

Deep within the earth, the Indigo network shuddered and twisted, it's energy releasing upwards, leaving only the barest motes of light where rivers used to flow. In Lancaster, a castle exploded in a pillar of indigo light. In Moray, a portal opened, an icy blue sword sailing under the strength of an unknown collision and flying West, embedding itself over a panicking Ava's head, instantly freezing the wall.

During the second collision, however, it was the red streak, that fell into the ground, effectively wiping Argyll off the map.

Yet, the fight wouldn't end yet, as it too, sailed up to rejoin the fight.

The next to disappear was Warwick, the only escapees being a man, carrying his mother on his back, his son under his arm, a shining sword at his hip, and a golden cube dangling at his belt. At the southwestern border of his previous territory, an extremely beautiful woman could only behold the spectacle in horror as everything in front of her was burning in supernatural flames.

And once more, the streaks fourth, and once more, the red one fell. The prismatic barrier around Ireland fell, Dublin exploding in flames, releasing a sea of darkness over the lands. The Hellenes decided to break the rule to contain the chaos as Red struggled to get up, Green descending upon it like a falcon would on its prey. After a brief struggle, Red disappeared and Green hummed in triumph, resuming its previous trajectory as the Hellenes drowned in Mankind's Darkness.

"ENOUGH" The archangel in the North shouted, raising his sword and summoning to him his legion.

Gold and Green fought, and Gold won.

However, this was not over, as from the Tower came a shockwave that reverberated in the sky, causing a net of cracks not unlike a spider's web to form. The cracks deepened until a grey sky peeked through them, then, with a triumphant cry, it fell.

In England, a thousand-year-old sorceress killed a dragon king.
In England, the Tower drank the falling fragments
In England, in the sea, the white-haired man was cackling like a madman, earning himself a look from his one-eyed, bearded raftmate.
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Breakdown of what happened!

-Order as a faction is gone, the same way Chaos was.
-No more undead or void in Wales or Scotland.
-Helga Hufflepuff wakes up very confused as to why she isn't at Hogwarts and why in the world she apparently slept a thousand years.
-Frank Longbottom is now homeless!
-Craidd Gwallawg is sleeping soundly in his bed!
-Aife Gwallawg is wondering what is her life now!
-The white-haired man is on an adventure to find Atlantis!
-The church is currently trying to deal with the whole 'our boss is an angel' situation.
-The Merchant-Prince died to the massive order-type explosion.
-The Usurper still sleeps.

A goddess is now free!

Apparently, the world was alright! It was just a barrier! You may now try to send people out to figure what in the world is happening!

CraiddQuest obtains the Sword of Frost

CraiddQuest is the only remaining power in Wales! May now create the title 'King of Wales'!
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This may just be called: Karmic retribution for the one trying with the dice. Because I have no idea what it is otherwise. Or it was because the MP user picked a direct fight with a goddess. That too.​

 

[Lysbeth]

I'm free !

 

[SocsoD]

I'll say I'm sorry...

But I'm only partially repentent, this was fucking GREAT

 

[Pawn Lelouch]

Enjoy the new start to chaos everyone~

Testing rq

 

[RookDeSuit]

I mean, if you wanted to reboot the quest you can, but this feels like everything Dace, and I guess Sally has done, is invalid. Admittedly, we didn't bring any major geopolitical changes, but still.

 

[Nordlending]

Sorry... What?

 

[LordPenguin]

but this feels like everything Dace, and I guess Sally has done, is invalid.

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It most certainly has not. Had Sally not eliminated the undead, you'd have been pushed into a game over by hour 3. Had Dace not decided to save Craidd, you'd have given Void the entirety of the norse pantheon. Of all of the other sides, CraiddQuest was the only one to not be affected in a negative manner whatsoever by that... That utter and complete mess.

, if you wanted to reboot the quest you can,

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I blame the discord cabal for that one. Mostly because THERE WILL BE NO REBOOT OF THIS QUEST. And if I did want a reboot, I most certainly wouldn't handle it his way . This ? Right here? This is what happens when someone decides to use an MP against a true blue god. Furthermore, you are in an excellent position, with the Sword of Frost, a Mythical tier item who can destroy the world.

we didn't bring any major geopolitical changes,

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Yes you did. You managed to impose yourself as the leader of your area, stood straight as the world was going to hell, and now you are the major geopolitical power of the UK, since every other power was eliminated.