Action; All over Midgard
[This new berserker rage epidemic was probably the very worst thing that could happen to Lancer...or anything else around him. When Lancer went berserk, it wasn't simply a matter of being too angry to realize what he was hitting. No, both his physical and mental state contorted to turn him into something less than human. He was no more than a shambling monster that tore a trail of destruction as he ran through the city.]
[He was angry. Angry at himself for being alive even though his Master is already dead. Angry at everything else for standing in his way. Angry at <i>her</i> for dying and leaving him. He wanted to rip everything apart to create a bloody sacrifice for his Master in the next world.]
[Those who run into him in this state can try to fight and restrain him, but unless they have a certain amount of skill and physical durability, they are very likely to become badly injured or worse.]
Action; All over Midgard
[For once in his life, Lancer regrets having such a keen nose. Because he had no need to sleep, he had been flipping through his notebook. When the stench hit, however, he was in as mad of a scramble as anyone else, trying to find a place where the stench was least severe. Even going into spirit mode only helped him move faster, but did not cancel out the horrid odor.]
[Once outside, he takes a moment to breathe in some fresh air. Even so, his nose is still unpleasantly clogged, and the stench seems to have clung to his nostrils.]
WHO THE FUCK STUNK UP THE APARTMENTS?
Though he can't help but feel this work feels kind of low level, for some reason.
Either way, he's on his way over to the Docks to help some guys get some rats out of their warehouse. You might not know where he's going, but he sure is taking a lot of heavy weaponry with him whereever it is.*
Greetings fair citizens and newcomers to this realm. It turns out my Master has gone off and gotten herself lost in this city. More importantly, she forgot to take this book with her, so I have no way of locating her.
So has anyone seen a teenage girl that looks like she's lost? It's been over a week now.
What: A Fae scouting party has been discovered. Orders were given to eliminate it before it could return to friendly territory.
Where: Outside Midgard
When: June 7
Turn Order: Terry -> Lancer -> Archer -> Cross -> GM
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Man, gods can't even get the timing right when they're troubling me, can they? All that hassle to summon me from one world to another and they can't even manage it in time for that big battle they were fighting.
[The picture flips around, as if the person broadcasting is (roughly) examining the book he's using to record from multiple angles.]
This is a nice little toy, though. I bet the man in the tower would've been jealous.
[The picture flips again as the blond, garishly dressed man broadcasting this flips it down onto a table or desk and leans down over it.]
Well, none of that matters. People of...wherever this is! Your pleas for aid have been answered by the mighty GILGAMESH, KING OF HEROES! - but you can call me Archer, since that's the role I was summoned into just now.
As anyone here from the planet Earth surely knows, I'm my world's mightiest and earliest hero, and lucky for everyone hearing this, I've decided to come fight the moronic gods that are troubling people on this world.
Now, Thor or whatever damn fool is ordering him around caught me at a slight disadvantage. You see, I threw away immortality millennia ago, and I've been granted a second life through a magical contract. I won't bore you with the details, but that contract recently expired, so I'll be needing to make another one.
Anyone with magical power who wants to fight alongside the strongest and handsomest hero in Earth's history just needs to reply to this message and give up a bit of your prana to let me fight my best. In exchange, you'll be granted three boons from the most ancient and wealthy of kings, myself. More than a bargain, I assure you. If there's no takers, I suppose I'll have to avail myself of our "host", but frankly, gods leave a nasty taste stuck in my teeth, but trust me. You want me on your side.
A metallic dragon twists and writhes in the sky, raining destruction from above. Sanzuwu streak back and forth across the sky, strafing and intercepting any aerial units. Shishi slam into the gates repeatedly, while terracotta soldiers make use of siege engines to break down the gate.
And finally, the inevitable occurs; the gate crashes open. Qin soldiers start flooding in.
But at that very moment...the Bifrost activates.
The first wave has come.
[[OoC: Welcome to the game! You'll be starting off fending off a Qin invasion. You are free to godmode enemies within reason, though the mods may occasionally take over from time to time. Defeat enough enemies, and a boss may appear...
Enemy types can be found with descriptions in the cut below.
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And finally, Thor has something to say to you.]