Post by Virion on Nov 10, 2012 7:21:46 GMT -5
((Relevant: wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=chilllllin&action=display&thread=4055&page=1
just some setup... and mood music always makes this stuff more evocative, so: ))
On the edge of the horizon, an indistinct dot marked their approach. From this range, smoke could be seen bellowing gently , markers of the horrors which had befallen the villages along the Porunkal clansmen’s path. The warriors had gathered, sensing the distress of their people, feeling the dark approach.
“How many have died” Asked the young warrior Snegl grimly, his eyes set on the distant shape as it approached the ancient city.
“hundreds… thousands” Replied Elder Tatsum, heartbroken, his eyes closed as he fought hard to maintain his composure. People had been sent to the guru’s fortress, to inform him of the terrible misdeeds which were under way, bloodshed which had spread with such speed that all were caught off guard. Param’s sickness could not have come at a worse time, and the one who took up the mantle in his stead, while an agreeable fellow, was not necessarily who Elder Tatsum would have in place. Somewhat out of breath-seeming, the acting Guru Carnel had informing them that he was already aware of the threat. He called for evacuation, and the gathering of every able-bodied warrior clansmen they could muster.
“I thought Param had made a deal… Were the saiyans not meant to be here, was their king not ensuring our protection? Where is the guardian who has been living within Param's fortress… Pretty damn suspicious I say, I bet everything that is happening is his fault!” The speaker was a warrior named Cymbal, evidently one of those who had heard of Param’s bargain with the Saiyan King Boliko, and knew of Ikezu’s position in the fortress until just recently.
One of his fellows from the same gathering of settlements shook their head, replying to Cymbal’s statement
“Even our own warriors were caught unprepared for such a fast attack. What has it been, Three hours? Six? Even if the saiyans are indeed coming I cannot see them being here in time, I doubt they are to blame for this plight…” The old namekian to their right shuddered; it was almost as if whatever entity was to blame had waited specifically until they were at their most vulnerable, specifically until the saiyans had left and their Guru had been stricken.
“It’s horrible, how could such monsters exist, where did these vile creatures possibly come from.” In the background, groups of warriors could be seen descended onto tiles areas, parks within the city. They were the warriors from the surrounding towns and villages, arriving from all over the country, their townsmen seeking shelter within the ancient city but soon finding that even there was not considered safe. Columns of refugees stretched out from behind, fleeing from the incoming attack, flying or walking, carrying what meagre belongings they could. Their only option was to evacuate the city, hope that the brave warrior clan would be able to hold out against this coming threat. They did not need the Guru’s advice to know that being in the path of whatever hellspawn were attacking would not end well.
Yet even so many more refused to leave their home, arguing not without merit that if the city wasn’t safe… then nowhere was.
“The warrior encampment to the west is still not responding.” Said one of the warriors, reporting in to the elder and his fellows around them
“They were the largest group of protectors in this area, we have many warriors gathered but I fear it is not enough… I fear something bad has happened to them elder, why else would they not be here at this time of need, why else can we not find them?”
Already the oppressive dot on the horizon had grown, individual enemies visible to those with sharp eyes, their red skin glistening and their hoard revealed to rival the numbers of defenders currently gathered at the City. A group of warriors which had scouted forward made contact, describing their features and numbers in greater detail, the information being passed between the various elders and now quickly reaching Tatsum.
The shocked eyes of the elder had widened further as the group described at last the manner of creatures attacking them, what vile spawn had descended upon their planet.
“no… no it can’t be” It was all piecing together, where these monsters had come from, what they were, and yet Tatsum had always considered much of the ‘legends’ surrounding such beings to be exaggerated and misinterpreted, transplanted from the old legends of dark super namekians who lived in exile, recontextualised stories of their original home planet.
“Demon clan… after all this time…” he stared blankly, memories of the horrors the Geurin had perpetrated all that time ago sending a chill down his spine. They had thought that the prophecies had been fulfilled on that day, that the ‘demon namekian’ had been defeated…
The air in the city was grim. Not even permitted to mourn the dead, the hanging threat of these horrific demon clansmen growing closer and closer… The world was a harsh, unfair place, filled with vile beings. For all its beauties and its wonders, there were allways cruel reminders of the darkness which lurked, the evil which could invade even the most peaceful of places.
He looked back over, and straightened in dark realisation, feeling an unearthly energy growing from the rapidly approaching demon clan. They were still atleast a few minutes away before they cleared the plain before them, and still longer before they would hit the city, but it seemed they weren’t about to let that stop them.
The glow of their demonic energy grew, silently beginning to rise, to pulse into greater brilliance. Individual lines began to trace up into the air, the rest soon following in a blanketing barrage of ki energy. The demon clan had launched their long-range attack, and as it arced up into the air it was clear what their target was.
“Warriors!” Cried Cargo in alarm, callings those around to action, the namekian marking one of the many fighters who had been moving around the city but paused mid step, now snapped to attention. Similar calls to act were coming from around the city, the clansmen flying up into the air and readying themselves to try and block and parry the incoming barrage, sweat on their brow, nervously wetting their lips with grim faced determination.
The attack had begun.
((K, so blasts incoming, clan approaching within... lets say 10 minutes. People gather[you've probably already arrived within the city], maybe help deflect some of the blasts now so they don't demolish the place, and then we can get underway))
just some setup... and mood music always makes this stuff more evocative, so: ))
On the edge of the horizon, an indistinct dot marked their approach. From this range, smoke could be seen bellowing gently , markers of the horrors which had befallen the villages along the Porunkal clansmen’s path. The warriors had gathered, sensing the distress of their people, feeling the dark approach.
“How many have died” Asked the young warrior Snegl grimly, his eyes set on the distant shape as it approached the ancient city.
“hundreds… thousands” Replied Elder Tatsum, heartbroken, his eyes closed as he fought hard to maintain his composure. People had been sent to the guru’s fortress, to inform him of the terrible misdeeds which were under way, bloodshed which had spread with such speed that all were caught off guard. Param’s sickness could not have come at a worse time, and the one who took up the mantle in his stead, while an agreeable fellow, was not necessarily who Elder Tatsum would have in place. Somewhat out of breath-seeming, the acting Guru Carnel had informing them that he was already aware of the threat. He called for evacuation, and the gathering of every able-bodied warrior clansmen they could muster.
“I thought Param had made a deal… Were the saiyans not meant to be here, was their king not ensuring our protection? Where is the guardian who has been living within Param's fortress… Pretty damn suspicious I say, I bet everything that is happening is his fault!” The speaker was a warrior named Cymbal, evidently one of those who had heard of Param’s bargain with the Saiyan King Boliko, and knew of Ikezu’s position in the fortress until just recently.
One of his fellows from the same gathering of settlements shook their head, replying to Cymbal’s statement
“Even our own warriors were caught unprepared for such a fast attack. What has it been, Three hours? Six? Even if the saiyans are indeed coming I cannot see them being here in time, I doubt they are to blame for this plight…” The old namekian to their right shuddered; it was almost as if whatever entity was to blame had waited specifically until they were at their most vulnerable, specifically until the saiyans had left and their Guru had been stricken.
“It’s horrible, how could such monsters exist, where did these vile creatures possibly come from.” In the background, groups of warriors could be seen descended onto tiles areas, parks within the city. They were the warriors from the surrounding towns and villages, arriving from all over the country, their townsmen seeking shelter within the ancient city but soon finding that even there was not considered safe. Columns of refugees stretched out from behind, fleeing from the incoming attack, flying or walking, carrying what meagre belongings they could. Their only option was to evacuate the city, hope that the brave warrior clan would be able to hold out against this coming threat. They did not need the Guru’s advice to know that being in the path of whatever hellspawn were attacking would not end well.
Yet even so many more refused to leave their home, arguing not without merit that if the city wasn’t safe… then nowhere was.
“The warrior encampment to the west is still not responding.” Said one of the warriors, reporting in to the elder and his fellows around them
“They were the largest group of protectors in this area, we have many warriors gathered but I fear it is not enough… I fear something bad has happened to them elder, why else would they not be here at this time of need, why else can we not find them?”
Already the oppressive dot on the horizon had grown, individual enemies visible to those with sharp eyes, their red skin glistening and their hoard revealed to rival the numbers of defenders currently gathered at the City. A group of warriors which had scouted forward made contact, describing their features and numbers in greater detail, the information being passed between the various elders and now quickly reaching Tatsum.
The shocked eyes of the elder had widened further as the group described at last the manner of creatures attacking them, what vile spawn had descended upon their planet.
“no… no it can’t be” It was all piecing together, where these monsters had come from, what they were, and yet Tatsum had always considered much of the ‘legends’ surrounding such beings to be exaggerated and misinterpreted, transplanted from the old legends of dark super namekians who lived in exile, recontextualised stories of their original home planet.
“Demon clan… after all this time…” he stared blankly, memories of the horrors the Geurin had perpetrated all that time ago sending a chill down his spine. They had thought that the prophecies had been fulfilled on that day, that the ‘demon namekian’ had been defeated…
The air in the city was grim. Not even permitted to mourn the dead, the hanging threat of these horrific demon clansmen growing closer and closer… The world was a harsh, unfair place, filled with vile beings. For all its beauties and its wonders, there were allways cruel reminders of the darkness which lurked, the evil which could invade even the most peaceful of places.
He looked back over, and straightened in dark realisation, feeling an unearthly energy growing from the rapidly approaching demon clan. They were still atleast a few minutes away before they cleared the plain before them, and still longer before they would hit the city, but it seemed they weren’t about to let that stop them.
The glow of their demonic energy grew, silently beginning to rise, to pulse into greater brilliance. Individual lines began to trace up into the air, the rest soon following in a blanketing barrage of ki energy. The demon clan had launched their long-range attack, and as it arced up into the air it was clear what their target was.
“Warriors!” Cried Cargo in alarm, callings those around to action, the namekian marking one of the many fighters who had been moving around the city but paused mid step, now snapped to attention. Similar calls to act were coming from around the city, the clansmen flying up into the air and readying themselves to try and block and parry the incoming barrage, sweat on their brow, nervously wetting their lips with grim faced determination.
The attack had begun.
((K, so blasts incoming, clan approaching within... lets say 10 minutes. People gather[you've probably already arrived within the city], maybe help deflect some of the blasts now so they don't demolish the place, and then we can get underway))
