Azalea’s mind was racing; she could hear an explosion erupt in a far tunnel and suspected she’d be running into something similar soon herself. This is hopeless She thought to herself shaking her head and stopping. She was nearly about to throw out a white flag…She was being tracked, cornered and trapped with seemingly no way around being killed no matter which way she turned. After all her powers were not physical, and she wasn’t resistant to being hurt. She felt mortal, and it terrified her. She was a woman of few fears and yet facing death with no dignity was one of them.
”Your mortal, but your powers are spiritual. Meaning you can separate mind from matter.” She remembered the words of her one time trainer in the art of manipulation of the mind. His words had never made sense to her and the art in which he’d spoke of she’d never come to master.
Separate your mind from matter. She repeated with a sudden realization of what she needed to do. “You cannot be physically harmed if you are not truly present.” She mused to herself repeating what she’d been told a long time ago and never pieced together. She inhaled deeply running a hand through her deep auburn hair and pushing it out of her eyes. This was going to be the hardest skill she’d ever put to use though her spirit and mind had always been much stronger than her physical form…In that state she just mind be able to get out of this.
Azalea slid to the ground crossing her legs into a pretzel-like position and resting her hands down on her thighs. She cleared her mind and allowed her thinking to be renewed and her spirit to be restored. A deep form of meditation that she didn’t do often, though when achieved would put her in a comatose state of being. Her heart rate slowed as did her breathing before everything was blank. She was pulling away from herself now and leaving her body behind…A soft yellow haze seemed to leave her body from the heart taking the shape of her body though merely a glimmer of fog, transparent and thin. Her body’s heart beat now stopped triggering the tracking device to fail presuming her dead.
She was now in spirit; and her spirit made its way through the tunnels going undetected. It was the most free she’d felt in a long time…Weightless, and untouchable. There was no way to kill her spirit, no way to contain it. She just had to hope nothing happened to her body while she was outside of it otherwise she would be trapped in this state forever. She was nearing an exit now. She floated out into the open air awaiting soldiers to open fire of a body she didn’t have…Bullets weren’t going to be enough to take her down now. For once she didn’t feel physically weak because there was physically nothing there between her and the awaiting soldiers.
A whispered undertone floated through the air as she thought aloud. “Are you boys scared yet? You should be.”
The first line of soldiers fell to the ground writhing in pain; their veins becoming visible on their brow until blood seeped from their eyes, and ears. Something was delaying her power, though in its raw form she was able to overcome this small hindrance.
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The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC)
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Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Kay422 on Sun Aug 29, 2010 12:20 pm
Open that door: I'll follow you into that space
Where nothing is regretted then forgotten.
Where nothing is regretted then forgotten.
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Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Winds Of Fate on Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:05 pm
"Interesting," Dillim stated as his eyes glinted with a mischievous tint that caused the sentry guns to explode and the acid to stay in it's canister. Piere smirked and looked at Dillim.
"That was rather interesting," Piere said softly as the sentry weaponry was melted by the sheer heat produced around the group. They progressed ever so calmly out of harms way and after they had made it past the destroyed sentry weapons, the mist released itself, though it's prey was long gone.
"Alright, now the exit is up ahead, but no doubt this will be it, the final battle, and I'm sure that if we stick together we will make it out of here alive," Terrance stated as they had taken a break and were now resting against the wall, only momentarily. Terrance huddled the group together and they began to form a plan.
After a few moments, they were off done the corridors racing towards the exit of the compound. Whatever resistance they met whilst in the compound met a terrible blood end, they showed no mercy as they rushed through the maze like halls until they came to the entrance.
This was it, this was the door they had been brought through when they first got there. This was the exit and all five of them stood there, as if waiting for something or someone, "please be alright Mondschein, Azalea and Malice," Terrance said softly as he whispered a reassuring prayer before doing the same thing he had done to the previous door that they had encountered. It was ripped from it's seems and crushed under his will, and then tossed to the side as if it were paper.
Now they stood, only a few inches from escaping the compound, but there still lay the gate at the far end of the field.
"Let's MOVE!"
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Following the orb proved most beneficial to Mondschien, however, he knew that the orb would not consume all in it's path as it was only consuming the things midways the top of the cave to the bottom, and for the bottom half Mondschien had to concoct another plan of action.
A red aura began to fill the beak of the dove as it flew, and soon the aura became so overwhelming that it spewed out as a great intense flame. All the sentry guns were melted upon contact with the hell fire and the gas was simply consumed into the now spinning orb of consuming light.
The first line of soldiers were met with a brutal end. The light struck them with a great explosion and the intense flames burned them and their weaponry to dust. Mondschien transformed back into his lethal elven form and landed on safe ground, pulling out the dual short sword he often carried. Moving like the wind, he decapitated and mortally wounded line after line of soldier until he halted at the exit of the cave.
"Where are you Azalea?" He wondered as he sheathed his swords and waited.
"That was rather interesting," Piere said softly as the sentry weaponry was melted by the sheer heat produced around the group. They progressed ever so calmly out of harms way and after they had made it past the destroyed sentry weapons, the mist released itself, though it's prey was long gone.
"Alright, now the exit is up ahead, but no doubt this will be it, the final battle, and I'm sure that if we stick together we will make it out of here alive," Terrance stated as they had taken a break and were now resting against the wall, only momentarily. Terrance huddled the group together and they began to form a plan.
After a few moments, they were off done the corridors racing towards the exit of the compound. Whatever resistance they met whilst in the compound met a terrible blood end, they showed no mercy as they rushed through the maze like halls until they came to the entrance.
This was it, this was the door they had been brought through when they first got there. This was the exit and all five of them stood there, as if waiting for something or someone, "please be alright Mondschein, Azalea and Malice," Terrance said softly as he whispered a reassuring prayer before doing the same thing he had done to the previous door that they had encountered. It was ripped from it's seems and crushed under his will, and then tossed to the side as if it were paper.
Now they stood, only a few inches from escaping the compound, but there still lay the gate at the far end of the field.
"Let's MOVE!"
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Following the orb proved most beneficial to Mondschien, however, he knew that the orb would not consume all in it's path as it was only consuming the things midways the top of the cave to the bottom, and for the bottom half Mondschien had to concoct another plan of action.
A red aura began to fill the beak of the dove as it flew, and soon the aura became so overwhelming that it spewed out as a great intense flame. All the sentry guns were melted upon contact with the hell fire and the gas was simply consumed into the now spinning orb of consuming light.
The first line of soldiers were met with a brutal end. The light struck them with a great explosion and the intense flames burned them and their weaponry to dust. Mondschien transformed back into his lethal elven form and landed on safe ground, pulling out the dual short sword he often carried. Moving like the wind, he decapitated and mortally wounded line after line of soldier until he halted at the exit of the cave.
"Where are you Azalea?" He wondered as he sheathed his swords and waited.
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Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Kay422 on Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:22 pm
Azalea couldn’t see what was around her; she could only feel the energy presented to her in this state. Physically blind, as she had no eyes to see through she reacted upon the differentiation and movement of the aura around her. She could key in on any of the men’s thoughts in front of her and could manipulate them just the same. She felt the energy level die down around her; men were being killed. She could feel their fear and their last regrets; their every thought played out through her mind. She could hear the internal voice of Mondschien through the thick haze of other voices; and answered quickly to it attempting to keep focus.
“I am here…I can’t stay like this for long though, if I let my heart remain un beating for too much longer my body will reject me when I go back to it.” She explained.
“I’m going back in…Now that we have a cleared escape route I can help others out of this hell…” She said not giving him a moment of time to disagree. She was a woman of honor despite her very cynical and sometimes un-nurturing personality. She couldn’t walk away knowing that there were thousands of others still trapped inside. Her Aura retracted quickly the glow of yellow vanishing from the air and being pulled back to her unconscious body.
Her lungs took in a gasp of air as life was restored to herself in an instant and she was left once again in the darkness of a long tunnel. This time instead of making her way out she made her way inside, now completely untraceable and with a burning determination. As she was passing through the labs she raised a chair crashing it through the glass case that held the cell keys and collar keys. Making her way to the solitary holding cells where the “unstable” prisoners were kept she unlocked each door, and for those of shape-shifting capabilities also unlocked the metal collar that contained them so they could take form.
“Head towards the underground tunnel…Through the labs and take a right down the stairs and through the double doors… Take the south tunnel and destroy anything that comes in the way. Power in numbers, go!” She rushed them along quickly running up and down the halls to make sure every cell had been released before making her way towards the main holding cells. This was seemingly where most of the battle was occurring.
“I am here…I can’t stay like this for long though, if I let my heart remain un beating for too much longer my body will reject me when I go back to it.” She explained.
“I’m going back in…Now that we have a cleared escape route I can help others out of this hell…” She said not giving him a moment of time to disagree. She was a woman of honor despite her very cynical and sometimes un-nurturing personality. She couldn’t walk away knowing that there were thousands of others still trapped inside. Her Aura retracted quickly the glow of yellow vanishing from the air and being pulled back to her unconscious body.
Her lungs took in a gasp of air as life was restored to herself in an instant and she was left once again in the darkness of a long tunnel. This time instead of making her way out she made her way inside, now completely untraceable and with a burning determination. As she was passing through the labs she raised a chair crashing it through the glass case that held the cell keys and collar keys. Making her way to the solitary holding cells where the “unstable” prisoners were kept she unlocked each door, and for those of shape-shifting capabilities also unlocked the metal collar that contained them so they could take form.
“Head towards the underground tunnel…Through the labs and take a right down the stairs and through the double doors… Take the south tunnel and destroy anything that comes in the way. Power in numbers, go!” She rushed them along quickly running up and down the halls to make sure every cell had been released before making her way towards the main holding cells. This was seemingly where most of the battle was occurring.
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Kay422 - Member for 3 years
Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Crooked Thoughts on Wed Sep 01, 2010 9:56 am
Blood now soaked the lycan's black fur, as his claws dug into another of their prey. His smoky white eyes stared into the cold blue eyes of the human soldier. The soldier didn't utter a cry or even beg for his life as Malice delivered the final blow to his chest. Their eyes locked, until every bit of life was drained and his glare dulled. Malice held no remorse for any dead soldier; not for the widowed wives or the fatherless children. It was their just deserts for being part of a cruel crusade against lored-kind.
Looking away, his eyes found a nearby soldier standing over a werewolf, his gun cocked, ready to deliver the last slug. Cocking his arm back, Malice threw the man's body as if were football. It connected with the soldier, knocking him over and granting one of his brethren a few more moments of breath. It seems Staalk do serve a purpose to lored-kind; they make for nice projectiles. A grim smile broke across the lycan's snout.
There was a whizzing sound coming from behind the lycan now, instinctively, Malice jumped to the side. The source of the noise landed with a clank and stopped against a body. Malice stared. It was some sort of canister... A fizz sound came and white smoke started pouring out -- Smoke grenade! quickly, he moved to kick it away, but his efforts were in vain as several more landed and began clouding the area. Just before his vision was completely blurred, he saw the familiar frames of the Staalk VU's, with guns trained on the immediate area.
"Everyone to cover!"
Malice voice cut through the noise as all those under him followed as well as anyone else. But, judging by the cries of pain, the bullets had found targets of both Staalk and lored-kind. The barrage of bullets plowed aimlessly through the white smoke. Malice himself had scampered out of the smoke and up a wall.
They must be getting desperate. Only a frustrated commander would fire on his own soldiers.
The smoke was beginning to thin, and Malice could just make out the limp bodies of his pack. "Your suffering ends here..." A red beam of light shined brightly, blinding him. He raised a hand to intercept it, only to have a sharp object thrown into it; the blade stopping just before his eye. It burned immensely, meaning it was made of silver, but no sound of agony left his mouth.
"Malice located. Apprehend dead or alive. Weapons free."
"Shit." Growling, Malice removed the blade and threw it, puncturing one of the VU's armor. He then leapt from the wall, but just as he landed, the same soldier was already closing in on him. Using his inertia, he drew a sword and swung it across Malice' torso. Barely dodging the attack, the tip of the blade ran across his stomach as Malice jumped back. But, the onslaught did not stop there; jumping over the soldier's shoulders, two more VU's appeared wielding throwing knives. And just like their predecessor, the knives made contact with his body. Malice submitted to the pain and let lose a distressed roar.
Overwhelmed, he turned tail and pounded off in the opposite direction. Malice was not running away, but he needed to more space between each soldier and gather himself. Of course though, the soldiers were already on his heels. "We have him now." But, just as Malice cleared a field of dead lycans, there was uproar. Turning, Malice saw lycans rising from the bodies of the dead and ambush the three VU's, like trapdoor spiders. His once presumed dead pack, ripped the three soldiers to pieces and roared triumphantly as they did so. Now rallied with more troops, Malice bolted past his brethren and into the fray, ready to dismantle the other VU's.
Three down, twelve more to go.
Looking away, his eyes found a nearby soldier standing over a werewolf, his gun cocked, ready to deliver the last slug. Cocking his arm back, Malice threw the man's body as if were football. It connected with the soldier, knocking him over and granting one of his brethren a few more moments of breath. It seems Staalk do serve a purpose to lored-kind; they make for nice projectiles. A grim smile broke across the lycan's snout.
There was a whizzing sound coming from behind the lycan now, instinctively, Malice jumped to the side. The source of the noise landed with a clank and stopped against a body. Malice stared. It was some sort of canister... A fizz sound came and white smoke started pouring out -- Smoke grenade! quickly, he moved to kick it away, but his efforts were in vain as several more landed and began clouding the area. Just before his vision was completely blurred, he saw the familiar frames of the Staalk VU's, with guns trained on the immediate area.
"Everyone to cover!"
Malice voice cut through the noise as all those under him followed as well as anyone else. But, judging by the cries of pain, the bullets had found targets of both Staalk and lored-kind. The barrage of bullets plowed aimlessly through the white smoke. Malice himself had scampered out of the smoke and up a wall.
They must be getting desperate. Only a frustrated commander would fire on his own soldiers.
The smoke was beginning to thin, and Malice could just make out the limp bodies of his pack. "Your suffering ends here..." A red beam of light shined brightly, blinding him. He raised a hand to intercept it, only to have a sharp object thrown into it; the blade stopping just before his eye. It burned immensely, meaning it was made of silver, but no sound of agony left his mouth.
"Malice located. Apprehend dead or alive. Weapons free."
"Shit." Growling, Malice removed the blade and threw it, puncturing one of the VU's armor. He then leapt from the wall, but just as he landed, the same soldier was already closing in on him. Using his inertia, he drew a sword and swung it across Malice' torso. Barely dodging the attack, the tip of the blade ran across his stomach as Malice jumped back. But, the onslaught did not stop there; jumping over the soldier's shoulders, two more VU's appeared wielding throwing knives. And just like their predecessor, the knives made contact with his body. Malice submitted to the pain and let lose a distressed roar.
Overwhelmed, he turned tail and pounded off in the opposite direction. Malice was not running away, but he needed to more space between each soldier and gather himself. Of course though, the soldiers were already on his heels. "We have him now." But, just as Malice cleared a field of dead lycans, there was uproar. Turning, Malice saw lycans rising from the bodies of the dead and ambush the three VU's, like trapdoor spiders. His once presumed dead pack, ripped the three soldiers to pieces and roared triumphantly as they did so. Now rallied with more troops, Malice bolted past his brethren and into the fray, ready to dismantle the other VU's.
Three down, twelve more to go.
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Crooked Thoughts - Member for 3 years
Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Shiva on Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:04 am
A lack of constant update from the Omega Squad indicated that they were taken out. Of course, there wasn't much hope when fighting against Harry-fucking-Potter, combined with swordsmanship skills, good looks, and super-human reactions and strengths. It was an unlikely situation that Omega would have bested them, but Omega was in tatters during the outbreak- they were the most expendable, and the most motivated. They did their job, however. Not only did they have the job of attempting to stop the two renegades, but they also were testing various technologies in stalling wart-face's powers.
"Command, this is Epsilon leader. Requesting permission to disable."
"I'd prefer them undamaged, but go ahead, captain."
"Affirmative. Will report back on success."
Short code for 'We're probably going to die, but if we live, we'll call you back'. Setting the radio down, the black-clad soldier turned to his men. "This is where we will try and draw the line. These monsters have powers beyond our comprehension, and will obliterate us if we can't stop them. If they want to take revenge on humanity, so be it. We'll make them fight tooth and nail for it." The men did not appear to respond, but they were as grimly motivated as a suicidal soldier would be.
"Activate the debilitators."
"Yes. Sir."
As previously mentioned, many of the subjects had little machines placed within very vital structures of the body. Azalea's transmitter was placed in the wall of her heart. Trying to remove it with anything less than a team of doctors and a heat-lung machine was bound to kill her. It was as thin as a piece of paper, but worked with the power of a computer. Unaffected by the electric signals by the nerves, it received waves from servers scattered across the world.
Within the four men charging across the yard, their chips activated. It only took a millisecond, as they released powerful blast of prototype gas. It did not seal their powers effectively like the Adam gas, but any attempt to manipulate anything past five feet extremely difficult. And Epsilon squad was still strong. They were the cement monkeys of the city, they were the snakes of the plains- masters of maneuver and placement.
They burst from under the ground and appeared at the top of the walls. Snipers lined their shots with powerful .50 caliber rifles that would tear off limbs- especially when it's lined with celestial bronze and powerful additives to combat Lored-Kind. Ground troops appeared from small foxholes in the ground, disguised by flaps of dirt and debris. Holding powerful rifles, they rained heavy fire onto the men. Scattered across the fields were proximity mines, concentrated enough that contact could incapacitate, but short in range so that only a concussion wave would hit you if you missed the blast. Epsilon may be small, but they had the brains of a supercomputer when it came to war. They risked not throwing grenades, for it might be deflected back by some magic force. They had blades hidden under the sleeves for quick-close combat attacks if necessary.
Alex Faber was so damn proud of them- unwilling to break the line even against powerful freaks of nature.
Omega squad had been completely terminated. Epsilon, if they succeeded would pull out along with the rest. This compound was beyond saving at this point- with three squads down. It was a grievous loss for Faber. Four, if Epsilon was defeated.
"Pull out. Set the final phase of the plan to work. I don't care who's inside when it happens."
"Any surviving scientists?" A soldier asked.
"Some, one we found sprawled on the floor- the others were brutally wounded."
Ah yes. They found the Scientist Fong. He did some very unorthodox experiments, but they often provided some powerful insight in research.
"Activate the final phase of Operation Iron Curtain. Omega performed beyond my expectations."
"Command, this is Epsilon leader. Requesting permission to disable."
"I'd prefer them undamaged, but go ahead, captain."
"Affirmative. Will report back on success."
Short code for 'We're probably going to die, but if we live, we'll call you back'. Setting the radio down, the black-clad soldier turned to his men. "This is where we will try and draw the line. These monsters have powers beyond our comprehension, and will obliterate us if we can't stop them. If they want to take revenge on humanity, so be it. We'll make them fight tooth and nail for it." The men did not appear to respond, but they were as grimly motivated as a suicidal soldier would be.
"Activate the debilitators."
"Yes. Sir."
As previously mentioned, many of the subjects had little machines placed within very vital structures of the body. Azalea's transmitter was placed in the wall of her heart. Trying to remove it with anything less than a team of doctors and a heat-lung machine was bound to kill her. It was as thin as a piece of paper, but worked with the power of a computer. Unaffected by the electric signals by the nerves, it received waves from servers scattered across the world.
Within the four men charging across the yard, their chips activated. It only took a millisecond, as they released powerful blast of prototype gas. It did not seal their powers effectively like the Adam gas, but any attempt to manipulate anything past five feet extremely difficult. And Epsilon squad was still strong. They were the cement monkeys of the city, they were the snakes of the plains- masters of maneuver and placement.
They burst from under the ground and appeared at the top of the walls. Snipers lined their shots with powerful .50 caliber rifles that would tear off limbs- especially when it's lined with celestial bronze and powerful additives to combat Lored-Kind. Ground troops appeared from small foxholes in the ground, disguised by flaps of dirt and debris. Holding powerful rifles, they rained heavy fire onto the men. Scattered across the fields were proximity mines, concentrated enough that contact could incapacitate, but short in range so that only a concussion wave would hit you if you missed the blast. Epsilon may be small, but they had the brains of a supercomputer when it came to war. They risked not throwing grenades, for it might be deflected back by some magic force. They had blades hidden under the sleeves for quick-close combat attacks if necessary.
Alex Faber was so damn proud of them- unwilling to break the line even against powerful freaks of nature.
Omega squad had been completely terminated. Epsilon, if they succeeded would pull out along with the rest. This compound was beyond saving at this point- with three squads down. It was a grievous loss for Faber. Four, if Epsilon was defeated.
"Pull out. Set the final phase of the plan to work. I don't care who's inside when it happens."
"Any surviving scientists?" A soldier asked.
"Some, one we found sprawled on the floor- the others were brutally wounded."
Ah yes. They found the Scientist Fong. He did some very unorthodox experiments, but they often provided some powerful insight in research.
"Activate the final phase of Operation Iron Curtain. Omega performed beyond my expectations."
Blasted size limit.
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Re: The Fabled Holocaust: Act 1, The Uprising(IC) ( )
by Winds Of Fate on Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:00 pm
"This is where I end my journey. It has been a pleasure battling with you Terrance but you and I both know they're not going to let all of us escape," Piere stated as he began charging a fire ball so massive that it consumed the oncoming bullets on contact. This technique was forbidden and this would be the last technique Piere used for as the fire increased, his life force decreased but soon the massive fire ball shot forth with extreme velocity hitting the gate walls shattering them completely and opening up the compund to the outside world. As such a massive shockwave of residual fire struck the groundsmen and consumed them. After this, Piere fell down dead his life force extinguished but he had taken the life forces of the ground troops with him. Their sizzling bodies scattered the field.
Dillim sighed and shook his head.
"He is right, so long as you and the girl get out of here Terrance our mission would have been worth it and our deaths would have been worth it."
Terrance looked at Dillim while dodging the snipers and keeping away from the mines that he sensed.
"What do you mean?" Terrance asked as the answer hit him like a ton of bricks. These men were ready to give their lives just to make sure that Terrance and the little girl made it out. "But you can't , we all have to make it."
"Don't be overly dramatic, you knew this was coming now get on the ground and cover the girl."
Terrance did as he was told and soon Dillim's eyes flashed full with color. There was a loud ripping sound as if the world itself was going to be ripped in two. Finally, a black hole large enough to suck in the entire field did just that. It sucked in all but Terrance, the girl and Schall. This power came with a price for as the mines and remianing soldiers were sucked into the black hole and shredded to bits, Dillims body began to vanish.
"See you on the other side Terrance," Dillim stated, his face showing a smile for the first time in a very long time. Terrance felt a tear fall down his face but stood soon after to observe the field totally clear of all but the three. Instinctly he pushed forward whispering silent prayers for Piere and Dillim. He was free along with the girl and Schall who coicidentally had tears running down his face.
They pressed pass the small stones that remained from the brick wall that surrounded the compounded and exited into the woods. They were free, free from the oppression that the compound had put them through, free from the experimentation, but it had come with a price. Many had died for their cause, many would continue to die, but HOPE never died, and still continues to live. Terrance found refuge in a cave far enough from the compound to feel somewhat safe. He scoured the cave and found no threats within. Afterwhile, he looked at Schall and nodded.
"Thank you for your help, but when we leave this cave we will be going seperate ways," Terrance said with a smile, "I hope you keep in touch."
"I shall Terrance, believe me I shall, you and the girl be safe and remember should you ever need me I am only a mind link away." With that said, Schall exited the cave and vanished as he proceeded deeper into the woods. Soon his very escence vanished and Terrance knew he had used some type of teleportation device he had probably stolen, or perhaps he knew some simple spells. Either way he was gone and now only Terrance and the girl sat in the damp cave recollecting the events that had just occurred as well as the ones leading up to this point. He could only wonder if Mondshcien and Azalea and the big bad wolf were alright.
Suddenly, he felt a trickle of warmth run down his side and examined it closely. He had been hit by a bullet and blood now flood freely from the wound. Closing his eyes he tried to close the gash, but realized that the rounds had been coated in some type of magic resisting aloid. Wencing in pain, he ripped a part of his shirt and tied it around his waist and over the cut so as to dull the pain and compress the wound to keep from bleeding to death. The small girl showed signs of concern but Terrance reassured her that everything would be alright. As such, he used his minds eye to locate the devices inplanted within and used a relocation spell that ripped the devices out of him and and the girl and relocated them in the destroyed field.
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Mondshcien could feel that something was wrong and could feel that Terrance's life force was waining.
"Come on Azalea, come on Malice, fight through it. Terrance, hold on just a little while longer." He said into the wind, hoping that they would hear him. He continued to sit in an Indian fashion as he waited.
Dillim sighed and shook his head.
"He is right, so long as you and the girl get out of here Terrance our mission would have been worth it and our deaths would have been worth it."
Terrance looked at Dillim while dodging the snipers and keeping away from the mines that he sensed.
"What do you mean?" Terrance asked as the answer hit him like a ton of bricks. These men were ready to give their lives just to make sure that Terrance and the little girl made it out. "But you can't , we all have to make it."
"Don't be overly dramatic, you knew this was coming now get on the ground and cover the girl."
Terrance did as he was told and soon Dillim's eyes flashed full with color. There was a loud ripping sound as if the world itself was going to be ripped in two. Finally, a black hole large enough to suck in the entire field did just that. It sucked in all but Terrance, the girl and Schall. This power came with a price for as the mines and remianing soldiers were sucked into the black hole and shredded to bits, Dillims body began to vanish.
"See you on the other side Terrance," Dillim stated, his face showing a smile for the first time in a very long time. Terrance felt a tear fall down his face but stood soon after to observe the field totally clear of all but the three. Instinctly he pushed forward whispering silent prayers for Piere and Dillim. He was free along with the girl and Schall who coicidentally had tears running down his face.
They pressed pass the small stones that remained from the brick wall that surrounded the compounded and exited into the woods. They were free, free from the oppression that the compound had put them through, free from the experimentation, but it had come with a price. Many had died for their cause, many would continue to die, but HOPE never died, and still continues to live. Terrance found refuge in a cave far enough from the compound to feel somewhat safe. He scoured the cave and found no threats within. Afterwhile, he looked at Schall and nodded.
"Thank you for your help, but when we leave this cave we will be going seperate ways," Terrance said with a smile, "I hope you keep in touch."
"I shall Terrance, believe me I shall, you and the girl be safe and remember should you ever need me I am only a mind link away." With that said, Schall exited the cave and vanished as he proceeded deeper into the woods. Soon his very escence vanished and Terrance knew he had used some type of teleportation device he had probably stolen, or perhaps he knew some simple spells. Either way he was gone and now only Terrance and the girl sat in the damp cave recollecting the events that had just occurred as well as the ones leading up to this point. He could only wonder if Mondshcien and Azalea and the big bad wolf were alright.
Suddenly, he felt a trickle of warmth run down his side and examined it closely. He had been hit by a bullet and blood now flood freely from the wound. Closing his eyes he tried to close the gash, but realized that the rounds had been coated in some type of magic resisting aloid. Wencing in pain, he ripped a part of his shirt and tied it around his waist and over the cut so as to dull the pain and compress the wound to keep from bleeding to death. The small girl showed signs of concern but Terrance reassured her that everything would be alright. As such, he used his minds eye to locate the devices inplanted within and used a relocation spell that ripped the devices out of him and and the girl and relocated them in the destroyed field.
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Mondshcien could feel that something was wrong and could feel that Terrance's life force was waining.
"Come on Azalea, come on Malice, fight through it. Terrance, hold on just a little while longer." He said into the wind, hoping that they would hear him. He continued to sit in an Indian fashion as he waited.
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