Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Final Round: The Treasury)
08-31-2011, 11:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
To say that it had been an unusual pregnancy would be something of an understatement. You might as well say that the ocean was a bit damp, or that burning to death would be a bit unpleasant. However it was finally time to push, metaphorically at least. The final stages of this pregnancy would not however be playing out in a sterile hospital, but in an abandoned church. It had been abandoned a long time ago and now vines crept along the crumbling stonework. Puddles occasionally rippled as further droplets of rainwater dripped down from the old roof. It was here, in this empty hall that two people stood. Well that one person stood at the other person kneeled.
The first was a very plain looking woman, who was somewhat reminiscent of a librarian (though not a sexy librarian). She wore sensible clothes and would to anyone that she spoke advocate the most sensible course of action in any given situation. She was almost one would say the embodiment of practicality. Needless to say that a woman such as Fiona would not have gotten pregnant out of wedlock; she was not to give birth to Helen.
The second was a reasonably attractive young woman, whose attractiveness was masked by the agony that she was going through. Her cries echoed throughout the old church as she begged and pleaded with the other woman to make it end. Needless to say she was not to give birth to Helen; she was in fact not pregnant. The commotion was to do with the thing that lived in her head; the ancient being that had been riding around in her body for the last couple of rounds.
“You fucking bitch!” screamed Lamia. “Just kill me now! You get to win the battle, and I get to not have to live my life as a fucking goody two shoes going around getting cats out of trees and all that crap!”
Fiona drew her sword (an extremely unexciting iron sword with no magical powers whatsoever). On the one hand she could stand by and let the Benevolence finally fully manifest. There was a chance that perhaps the deity at full power would have a real chance at killing Thaddeus and The Unfinished and release them from this battle. But on the other hand if Fiona just killed Lamia where she stood then she was guaranteed to be released.
As the blade passed through Lamia’s chest a couple of things happened; Lamia’s steady stream of insults was finally stemmed, Thaddeus reappeared in the old church and crucially the old wooden doors were kicked open. Behind them stood a group of Allied Lands police officers, lead by one Visyvia Lyathan. Her statuesque body shimmered azure.
“Attention battlers, this is your new Grandmaster, the Enforcer speaking. You’re all under arrest.” Visy said as her troops poured into the church. Within minutes everyone had been arrested; Fiona, Thaddeus and the corpse of Lamia.
“It’s too late.” Thaddeus told the xadlakian. “For better or worse what is done is done.”
And that is when Helen was born. Her birth was a crescendo of golden light and when the light was gone there was little Helen, pretty much as she is today.
“Explain!” Visy demanded of the old man. Thaddeus did so. He told Visy that Helen, as yet unnamed, was the product of the battle that had just been fought, that the actions of the contestants had formed her, for better or for worse.
“Hey Lorenzo get over here.” Visy said. The Rinoat was already at her side, because who was going to be anywhere else when a mysterious golden girl had just appeared out of thin air. “This girl…” she said. “…is evidence…” she paused. “Bag her.”
And so Helen came to be property of the Allied Lands Police Force, who deemed her far too powerful to be amongst the general population. They claimed that there was still within her the potential to do enormous harm to the world at large and mandated that she be kept somewhere very very secure.
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Unfortunately for Hector, and also the world at large, the telling of tale of Helen’s birth was cut tragically short. Tigar had got no further than the word birth when the wall behind them exploded, and through the swirling dust walked a band of slimy no-good thieves.
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To say that it had been an unusual pregnancy would be something of an understatement. You might as well say that the ocean was a bit damp, or that burning to death would be a bit unpleasant. However it was finally time to push, metaphorically at least. The final stages of this pregnancy would not however be playing out in a sterile hospital, but in an abandoned church. It had been abandoned a long time ago and now vines crept along the crumbling stonework. Puddles occasionally rippled as further droplets of rainwater dripped down from the old roof. It was here, in this empty hall that two people stood. Well that one person stood at the other person kneeled.
The first was a very plain looking woman, who was somewhat reminiscent of a librarian (though not a sexy librarian). She wore sensible clothes and would to anyone that she spoke advocate the most sensible course of action in any given situation. She was almost one would say the embodiment of practicality. Needless to say that a woman such as Fiona would not have gotten pregnant out of wedlock; she was not to give birth to Helen.
The second was a reasonably attractive young woman, whose attractiveness was masked by the agony that she was going through. Her cries echoed throughout the old church as she begged and pleaded with the other woman to make it end. Needless to say she was not to give birth to Helen; she was in fact not pregnant. The commotion was to do with the thing that lived in her head; the ancient being that had been riding around in her body for the last couple of rounds.
“You fucking bitch!” screamed Lamia. “Just kill me now! You get to win the battle, and I get to not have to live my life as a fucking goody two shoes going around getting cats out of trees and all that crap!”
Fiona drew her sword (an extremely unexciting iron sword with no magical powers whatsoever). On the one hand she could stand by and let the Benevolence finally fully manifest. There was a chance that perhaps the deity at full power would have a real chance at killing Thaddeus and The Unfinished and release them from this battle. But on the other hand if Fiona just killed Lamia where she stood then she was guaranteed to be released.
As the blade passed through Lamia’s chest a couple of things happened; Lamia’s steady stream of insults was finally stemmed, Thaddeus reappeared in the old church and crucially the old wooden doors were kicked open. Behind them stood a group of Allied Lands police officers, lead by one Visyvia Lyathan. Her statuesque body shimmered azure.
“Attention battlers, this is your new Grandmaster, the Enforcer speaking. You’re all under arrest.” Visy said as her troops poured into the church. Within minutes everyone had been arrested; Fiona, Thaddeus and the corpse of Lamia.
“It’s too late.” Thaddeus told the xadlakian. “For better or worse what is done is done.”
And that is when Helen was born. Her birth was a crescendo of golden light and when the light was gone there was little Helen, pretty much as she is today.
“Explain!” Visy demanded of the old man. Thaddeus did so. He told Visy that Helen, as yet unnamed, was the product of the battle that had just been fought, that the actions of the contestants had formed her, for better or for worse.
“Hey Lorenzo get over here.” Visy said. The Rinoat was already at her side, because who was going to be anywhere else when a mysterious golden girl had just appeared out of thin air. “This girl…” she said. “…is evidence…” she paused. “Bag her.”
And so Helen came to be property of the Allied Lands Police Force, who deemed her far too powerful to be amongst the general population. They claimed that there was still within her the potential to do enormous harm to the world at large and mandated that she be kept somewhere very very secure.
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Unfortunately for Hector, and also the world at large, the telling of tale of Helen’s birth was cut tragically short. Tigar had got no further than the word birth when the wall behind them exploded, and through the swirling dust walked a band of slimy no-good thieves.
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