The Long War

[+Ark1002]

Gancho, this isn't RP, you don't need to use quotes.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

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sorry. It's just a habit.

 

[+Ark1002]

Gancho! Stop! When will the write up be ready?

[+Sorana she/her]

Could someone please give me a short update where I could start to write something?

[+Ark1002]

For this area: Death Gaurd: weakened considerably, Hemalurgic allies; Black Crusade: Weakened considerably, Sentinel allies.

[+Sorana she/her]

On 29.9.2018 at 5:47 PM, Ark1002 said:

For this area: Death Gaurd: weakened considerably, Hemalurgic allies; Black Crusade: Weakened considerably, Sentinel allies.

That's the status quo?

And yes only for here. I followed the rest of the Alleyverse more closely

[+Ark1002]

@Gancho Libre, when are you going to do the write up?

[Gancho Libre he/him]

sorry, I'm working on it. I'll get it, but it might take some time.

[+Ark1002]

Okay, that's fine.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

It may take a bit, so yalls can continue planning and such. i'll have It win.

[+Ark1002]

Sure. @Sorana, @Grey Knight, should we divide this up, and if so, how?

[+Sorana she/her]

@Ark1002

Honestly I'm a bit lost at the moment.

I'd really like to help, but I'm not sure who is working on what and what exactly should be devided.
I'm pretty sure I can't see the wood because of too many trees, because I followed the thread and read the posts, but atm I have absolutely no idea what and how and why.

So to answer your question: I don't know

[+Ark1002]

Okay, then I'd say we should give you a totally new place to start. The synod village invasion. All we know so far: the village run by the Keepers is being invaded by Space Marines. The hemalurgic abominations will not be there, or It. Atticus will be there at some point, but it is your choice when and where.

[+Sorana she/her]

That sounds great, thank you!

[Grey Knight]

I'll make something of a general outline, maybe provide some new places to work on battles. 

That cool, @Ark1002 @Sorana?

[+Ark1002]

I think I'll stick with Newcago for now.

[+Sorana she/her]

@Grey Knight

Sounds great! Then we would have starting points where someone else could drop in! And we had an overview for ourselves.

Although the attack on the Synod intrigues me. I'm already collecting ideas.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

k here's a rough draft:

There was It, and then there was It.

It had, out of convinience to It’s own mind, renamed Itself Ioc. Ioc was, in the right circumstances, a deadly foe to anyone.

Then there was It. It had taken no such means of changing It’s name, as far as is known. It was like an Elantrian, with the power to draw Aons, and a Surgebinder, with the power to access the Surge of Division. And yet, there was something strange about It. It’s aura was not one of Dominion, Devotion or Honor. It’s hair lacked thhe shine of an Elantrian’s in fact being pitch black instead of pearl white, and It did not seem to use Stormlight.

In any other case, the clear victor would be Ioc. Not only does Ioc have more investiture, but any attack against It would not be deemed as ‘OP’, thus granting Io permission to go full throttle.

However, It was not an ordinary opponet. It had killed dozens. Hundreds. It was something Ioc could never be. What that thing was may never be known.

The time was nightfall, barely an hour after dusk. The place was Sel, in the Aonic Kingdoms, in the Physical Realm.

The opponets were perhaps two of the most powerful beings of that time.

Ioc saw It first. Ioc had the advantage of height, as it was falling through the sky. Ioc saw a foming form. The part that made Ioc wonder was the mere fact that it was wondering. Ioc saw plenty of moving forms.

However, this one seemed different.

Ioc fell onto the ground near the form to investigate.

And thus, the opponets beheld each other for the first time. Ioc, a thick form in a heavy cloak. It, a dark-haired Elantrian.

The silence broke as It attacked.

It, in a bust of speed, formed the aon Daa and blasting at Ioc with it. Ioc, moving too slow, was punished by the loss of it’s right leg.

As Ioc regrew, It lurched forward and used the Surge of Division on It’s unexpected enemy. This Ioc could counter with not only it’s regrowth, but it’s own Division Surge,

The two were locked in a power struggle, and were for a long time. Finally, Ioc fell back, distancing the two of them.

It didn’t speak. It didn’t need too. What It would say was obvious.

Ioc didn’t speak. Ioc didn’t, likewise, need too. This battle was made to be a silent struggle against too beings.

Thus challange, Ioc fell towards it’s enemy. It stepped forward to receive It’s, quickly forming a small aon with the dexerous fingerous of one hand.

They clashed.

Ioc attampted lashing it’s enemy, but found it particularily dangerous to touch. It tried to blast It’ enemy with fire, but found it particularily difficult to pin down. Ioc drew weapon after weappon wfrom within it’s seemingly endless pouch, whilst It, seemingly casual, formed Aon after Aon, the drwings comparitively basic but deadly nonetheless.

Eventually, they separated again, Ioc being winded but It bearing no sign of a struggle.

The last fingers of light faded into darkness. A moonless night was apon them. The stars were concielled by dark clouds. All was dark except for Ioc, who glowed from stormlgiht, and It, who glowed from the orange light of burning Aons.

The tide turned as It vanished, having Illusioned itself into the darkness.

There was a different between the landscpe. The sponatneous arena was not completely dark. And Ioc cast a bright light around it.

However, that was not enough. Ioc, winded and causious, was no longer a match for It.

It attacked, slashing with a knife in one hand and Aons in the other. Ioc had only breif times to react, and by the in was often too late; the stroke would already fall and It would have teleported via Aon tia to Io’s exposed back to strike once more.

Ioc began to tire. It healed from it’s wounds, yes, but but of fatigue. Tirdness was long in coming but it came. Ioc’s reserves were getting low, and Ioc knew the fight was hopeless.

It was getting frustrated that It’s prey was taking so long to die. It began to up It’s game.

It cast the Illusitory Aon at Ioc, and thus to It’s eyes Ioc became a large boulder. Ioc was blinded at well, more fully than before.

It knew where Ioc would be.

Ioc had no clue.

It hacked, smashed, and blasted at Ioc. Ioc had not hope of counterattack.

There was a small cliff near the arena, dropping about fifty feet. It lead Iioc towards that. Every time Ioc tried to teleport away, It would bring them both right back.

The two of them now stood over the precepice of the cliff. Ioc was dying. Despite everything, Ioc was dying.

It’s final blow was an Aon Daa and an outpowering of the Surge of Division, all delivered through a solid punch to Ioc’s sternum. The punch alone cracked the bone.

And Ioc tumbled over the cliff. Ioc didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

It chuckled darkly as ioc’s body hit the rocks below, but one more boulder among many.

Then, It continued on It’s way.

[+Ark1002]

That is great! One thing: put It in bold.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

k I'll fx that.

Thanks!

[+Ark1002]

On 10/9/2018 at 5:52 AM, Gancho Libre said:

It chuckled darkly as ioc’s body hit the rocks below, but one more boulder among many.

 

Oh, and this typo...

[Gancho Libre he/him]

I don't see a typo.

[+Ark1002]

ioc. It said ioc instead of loc.

Edit: Nevermind, I always assumed it was an L, but it was an I...

Edited October 11, 2018 by Ark1002

[Gancho Libre he/him]

 sorry

[Darth Woodrack he/him]

At the Marines camp one of their guards walked along the perimeter. He did not expect any to be foolish enough to attack them at their height of power. He was wrong. As he walked around the base he heard a strange sound. e looked over and saw a small grey cremling on the ground.

"That's odd" He muttered before something violently hit him int he back of the head and knocked him to the ground. His last memory before the darkness took him was a black boot and a grey arm reaching down to lift him from the ground.

He awoke several hours later in a grey room on the middle of the floor. He got up and saw a tall figure in a black cloak holding something in his left hand flanked by two grey men.

"Hello marine. It is good to meet you," The figure said.

"Who are you?!? Why am I here?!?" The marine shouted at him.

"You do not need to know who I am," The figure responded smirking, "As to why you are here, I might as well tell you."

He revealed what he had been holding in his hand. It was a cremling, but not any usual cremling. It was covered in a silvery metal and had glowing rubies for eyes. It had glowing diamonds down it's back arranged in odd shapes, and barbs on it's mandibles and legs. It chattered impatiently.

"It is my original prototype. I am waiting for the right body to test the process on, but for now cremlings will have to do. I just need to test it's effectiveness," The cloaked man aid before throwing the cremling on the ground and commanding it, "Kill him"

The hooded man turned around and walked away as the marine screamed and was quickly silenced.

"It appears that it works," The man said smiling. The cremling crawled up to him, "Go find It. I want him thoroughly destracted from what I am going to do, but if you are about to be captured detonate."

The cremling scurried away to carry out it's command. He walked for further before finding his personal Leacher.

"Get our Elantrian. We have use for him. You're coming to," he said, " We have some grave robbing to do."

Edited October 17, 2018 by DarthWoodrack