Monday, August 8, 2011

Attack of Incompetence

As expected, Team Apocalypse battle furiously and the four Hellrazors are sliced open by swords and scolded by primal spells.
Vorland and Belial frantically try to defend themselves while reviving the already unconscious Azazel and Mastema.
A fortunate miss from Pestilence allows a counter attack that leaves the Shaman leader down…
The four Tieflings laugh in joyous celebration.
‘Now everyone, let’s teleport the fuck out of h….’
Too slow in thought, Famine rushes in and slices Belial, Mastema and Azazel with a truly mountainous attack.
A perfect attack.
Mastema and Azazel are downed and Belial severely wounded.
Through gritted teeth, Belial chokes out ‘Bastard!’.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Deadly Game of Whack-a-Mole

Thorns flying from War's hands pierced Mastema's and Azazel's body and while Azazel was managing in pain to stay on her feet, Mastema fell into the shallow water unconscious. Azazel was clearly not able to defend herself while under the thorny attack and War looked over to Pestilence with a wide smile. At this moment, a burst originating from Pestilence's totem, hit Azazel setting free a burst of primal energy, filling Pestilence and her eagle spirit with energy.
The body of the second female slumped to the ground.

At the same time, Death turned towards the other devils who started to attack him, vanishing in the process. Swinging his sword angrily he demanded to know where they went. Famine who was temporarily immobilized turned his head to see one of the devils administering a potion to one of the females while the other one ran behind one of the walls. "Are you blind? One of them is just healing the female! Stop him" "What are you talking about?? There is no one!". For lack of a closer target, Death ran towards the female on the ground who indeed seemed to start becoming conscious again. Azazel's moment of consciousness was brutally ended by Death's fullblade who now started to run around the wall to search for the two male devils.

Within the next few moves, the devils seemed to only focus on healing their comrades while Team Apocalypse started to become more annoyed by the second having to play whack-a-mole with teleporting devils. Loosing concentration the inevitable happened. Two of the devils used a miss of Pestilence who failed to take a newly conscious Mastema down again, to focus their attacks on Pestilence almost completely killing her.
While the body of the shaman fell slowly to the ground, the war cry of Famine silenced all other noises on the battlefiled. The warden, assuming his mother to be dead, dodged two devils while building up primal energy. Surrounded by air crackling with the energy of the spirits of thunder, the massive form of the guardian materialised in between the 3 devils standing close together. The broadsword appeared to grow in size while it drew a full circle, hitting all three opponents which were concurrently hit by flashes of lighting emanating from the air around Famine. Two of the devils were knocked off their feet and only Belial who had dealt the blow on Pestilence managed to stay upright.

While Famine slowly turned towards Belial he could feel the blow that Death, now filled with the rage of the Rage Drake, dealt to Vorland. Facing Belial next to him directly, he could sense a fierce boar closing in. "War, leave him to me. As the oldest of us, it is my duty to revenge our mother!"
The grunt he could hear did not sound like agreement.....

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Time for Revenge

Last time these evil bastards had knocked him out before he could do anything.
He had underestimated them last time.
Won't happen again.
Time for revenge was near.

He followed Pestilence round the corner. He had no idea where these devils were, but trusted Pestilence's powers. Only few people could keep out of Pestilence's spirit companions' sight.
He was halfway between the two walls when the first crossbow bolt flew past. Pestilence had told them to stay inside the walls until these devils were close enough together to be attacked all at once, but his anger grew too fast.
Enclosing the two devils in golden fairy fire, he could hear Pestilence sigh from near the tree. He just wanted to throw her an apologetic glance when he noticed the eagle already bearing down on one of his targets. These creatures from hell were still far away from the wall in the open, but why should they wait? The devils got lucky the first time, they clearly had the power to crush them wherever they are on the battlefield.

A bit further away, Famine looked through a gap in the wall and could see all four victims clearly. With his left hand he was holding the lions fur surrounding Death's neck, to keep him from running out alone again. After the last two battles, Pestilence had made it quite clear that is was his task to make Death stick to the plan. His knuckles were already white and Death clearly not willing to wait any longer.
He could see the golden light of War's fairy fire and let go of the fur. Seems that it was time and while the fairy fire distracted the two females they might get easy hits on them. He could hear the roar building up behind him and also started running. He was about half way, when something hit him and almost made him miss his hit. He pulled the broadsword out of the female's body and tried to hit again, but some magic distracted him. He could hear Death's broadsword coming down hard on the other female who had killed his brother the last time when suddenly both devils vanished.
Annoyed, he looked around and saw them materialising again near Pestilence. For a second he was shocked and wanted to run to protect his mother, but then he saw the smiles on War's and Pestilence's face. Seems as if they had everything under control.

He turned around and tapped Death on the shoulder who was more than annoyed that his target had just vanished into thin air in front of him and also seemed to ponder whether to come to Pestilence's rescue. When the massive barbarian looked at him he pointed over Death's shoulder where two devils were standing within a few feet of them.
"Pestilence is fine, but can you remember these two? How about we split them evenly"

Before he could finish the last word, Death was already on his way shouting back
"Only if there is something left by the time you are there..."

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Turning tides

Sprinting forward, the four manic Tieflings fire at the only target they can see. Two accursed crossbow bolts sail toward Pestilences ethereal Spirit Eagle. The first misses by a wide margin but the second passes through it, while releasing its accursed power. The Spirit Eagle is disrupted and disappears. A hundred feet away, Pestilence gasps in pain. Of the others, only the Druid is spotted just as he’s about to duck behind a ruined wall. Mastema fires a reactive shot off, but just misses.
Then the Druid: War turns and smiles.
The four Warlocks frown in response at the realization that they may have just rushed into a trap.
War sends a powerful wave of primal energy at the scantily dressed Tiefling females.
They are both caught, but one only glancingly.
Then the Shaman: Pestilence re-summons her Spirit Eagle and sends it into the still reeling Mastema.
Taking full advantage of their opportunity, they both strike again, leaving Mastema seriously injured.
The remaining two Warlocks: Belial and Vorland realise with an icy trickle of fear down their backs, that the two Human warriors are about to charge from their covered position.
They also realise that a group as organized as the Humans are going to try and take out the weakest of them.
Moving into a better position, the two male Tieflings wait.
Sure enough, Famine: the Human Warden breaks from cover and charges at the injured Mastema.
Belial envelopes him in Witchfire as he passes. This flaming mass, envelopes him and spoils his aim, causing him to falter. Two hits but minor ones. Undeterred he tries again, but, with flame in his eyes, misses with his massive sword.
Death: the Barbarian also rushes forward only to be covered in Witchfire by Vorland. On seeing the effect, he slows down and turns instead toward the two male Tieflings.
Vicious, even in pain, Azazel and Mastema teleport away from the Human Warden and the Spirit Eagle causing them some harm.
Famine in slightly hurt but the Eagle is disrupted again.
Azazel is slowed by War’s early attack, but just manages to blast Pestilence with a minor blow.
Mastema, despite being bloodied, follows her teammate and teleports into the middle of the pond close to War and Pestilence. Once within range, she laughs as she blasts the female Shaman leader of Team Apocalypse...
With a sinking feeling, Mastema watches Pestilence’s smile widen.