Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
07-18-2010, 09:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Thatix's attention was pulled away from the garbage bin that was Chancellor Miq to the sandblasted Chancellor Tamerlane. He stood, an expression of grim determination visible underneath the sweeping brim of his hat, his arm encased in a razor sharp scythe blade which for some reason appeared to occasionally drip small piles of sand across the aqueduct. Well isn't this just typical Thatix thought accusingly. Moments later she answered her own question with a resounding yes that this was just typical. This typical scenario was a scenario that she could expect to see play out time and time again as she attempted to pick off the Council one by one. They had a massive advantage, well a series of massive advantages actually. First up they knew the turf, well presumably. She kind of hoped that they wouldn't have teleported her to somewhere they had no prior knowlegde of because that would be dumb and it would make her feel sad that they had killed her. Secondly they also had the advantage of numbers, which would make it difficult if any number of them decided to stop arsing around and actually attack her. Also they had the advantage of surprise; her tricks and skills would be well known to them but their abilities were all but alien to her, after all Tamerlane... with sand powers? To the best of her recollection most of his magic had gone into aiding crops to grow large and succulent and to put it another way he wasn't exactly one of their heavy hitters. Yet here he was, sandscythe and all. Oh god whatever. Get on with it already Thatix, she urged herself.
Thatix stopped swirling, and reformed, shaping her swarm so that her hands stretched out ahead of her, as if to focus a spell. This was not strictly necessary, but was something her new body did on instinct, dictated by the idea that this was how people stood when they were casting a spell. It was a little disconcerting to see her standing like this, her feet braced against a ground that she wasn't actually standing on, but before she could cast any spells a large black serpent made of shadows, leapt up from over the edge of the aqueduct. A moment later she mentally corrected herself; Chancellor Syvex had leapt up from over the edge of the aqueduct. She filed away the mental picture she had momentarily had of Chancellor Syvex (a plump man with a bad back and a walking stick) as absurd, he had always been a crazy shadow snake. She was unsure how a Council could effectively operate without a crazy shadow snake. The more pressing issue was that Syvex and Tamerlane were fighting one another. Things were rapidly beginning to make less and less sense. Why were they attacking one another? Some kind of civil war? And if that was the case then what was she doing here, she wasn't a member of the council the last time that she checked and if she had been then going to war with them was probably a mistake. Even swirling around in a soothing manner wasn't really helping this time. She flew away from the entrance to town, leaving the battling chancellors to it. She would come back and help them kill one another as soon as she could wrap her head around just what was going on. And for that she needed the advice of her inside man, who had aided her in the war against the council. The question was, where in the hell was he?
Thatix's attention was pulled away from the garbage bin that was Chancellor Miq to the sandblasted Chancellor Tamerlane. He stood, an expression of grim determination visible underneath the sweeping brim of his hat, his arm encased in a razor sharp scythe blade which for some reason appeared to occasionally drip small piles of sand across the aqueduct. Well isn't this just typical Thatix thought accusingly. Moments later she answered her own question with a resounding yes that this was just typical. This typical scenario was a scenario that she could expect to see play out time and time again as she attempted to pick off the Council one by one. They had a massive advantage, well a series of massive advantages actually. First up they knew the turf, well presumably. She kind of hoped that they wouldn't have teleported her to somewhere they had no prior knowlegde of because that would be dumb and it would make her feel sad that they had killed her. Secondly they also had the advantage of numbers, which would make it difficult if any number of them decided to stop arsing around and actually attack her. Also they had the advantage of surprise; her tricks and skills would be well known to them but their abilities were all but alien to her, after all Tamerlane... with sand powers? To the best of her recollection most of his magic had gone into aiding crops to grow large and succulent and to put it another way he wasn't exactly one of their heavy hitters. Yet here he was, sandscythe and all. Oh god whatever. Get on with it already Thatix, she urged herself.
Thatix stopped swirling, and reformed, shaping her swarm so that her hands stretched out ahead of her, as if to focus a spell. This was not strictly necessary, but was something her new body did on instinct, dictated by the idea that this was how people stood when they were casting a spell. It was a little disconcerting to see her standing like this, her feet braced against a ground that she wasn't actually standing on, but before she could cast any spells a large black serpent made of shadows, leapt up from over the edge of the aqueduct. A moment later she mentally corrected herself; Chancellor Syvex had leapt up from over the edge of the aqueduct. She filed away the mental picture she had momentarily had of Chancellor Syvex (a plump man with a bad back and a walking stick) as absurd, he had always been a crazy shadow snake. She was unsure how a Council could effectively operate without a crazy shadow snake. The more pressing issue was that Syvex and Tamerlane were fighting one another. Things were rapidly beginning to make less and less sense. Why were they attacking one another? Some kind of civil war? And if that was the case then what was she doing here, she wasn't a member of the council the last time that she checked and if she had been then going to war with them was probably a mistake. Even swirling around in a soothing manner wasn't really helping this time. She flew away from the entrance to town, leaving the battling chancellors to it. She would come back and help them kill one another as soon as she could wrap her head around just what was going on. And for that she needed the advice of her inside man, who had aided her in the war against the council. The question was, where in the hell was he?
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