Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - The English Armada]
06-30-2010, 02:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
Our ammunition is scarce, and we are in inferior numbers. Our ships are sinking left and right, and yet--!
Sir Frances Drake could feel nothing but disheartenment, as one by one he saw his men falling. It was one thing to sink a ship, but this! "Order all ships to fall back!" he finally shouted. They would take nothing more from this but losses.
But his words were drowned by a roaring sound, accompanied by a flash of light. Could lightning have struck so close... kya?!
It wasn't simply lightning, the stars in the sky... they were gone! Sir Drake's eyes were glued to the heavens, but had he thought to look down, he'd have seen a peculiar emptiness, where so many of his men once stood.
***
Salt... the taste of granite had certainly become the taste of salt. There was no clear transition for the contestants, but they now certainly stared at something new. A crescent moon's pale glow was all that illuminated the purple sea. The smaller, faster, British ships were one-by-one being sunk, as the legendary Spanish Armada flexed its might.
But still, the arrival of the contestants had marked something peculiar. Where before, thousands of men had sailed, there was now only one.
Round II - The English and Spanish Armadas
"A peculiar choice in arenas." one of the Gentleman Cultists said, "It is rare for a populated arena to be chosen so early one"
"It is not populated." Another spoke, "All of the humans there have been replaced, save Sir Drake. Still, it is a peculiar decision."
"There is more," the leader said, as he held out a letter. It was certainly old, the paper stained with time, sealed with wax. Written upon it, 'Only for the eyes of the most sadistic of the Grandmasters'
"I believe the sadist Grandmaster it mentions has already begun his game. Gais, take this to him."
The Gentleman called Gais took the letter, and began to walk.
Our ammunition is scarce, and we are in inferior numbers. Our ships are sinking left and right, and yet--!
Sir Frances Drake could feel nothing but disheartenment, as one by one he saw his men falling. It was one thing to sink a ship, but this! "Order all ships to fall back!" he finally shouted. They would take nothing more from this but losses.
But his words were drowned by a roaring sound, accompanied by a flash of light. Could lightning have struck so close... kya?!
It wasn't simply lightning, the stars in the sky... they were gone! Sir Drake's eyes were glued to the heavens, but had he thought to look down, he'd have seen a peculiar emptiness, where so many of his men once stood.
***
Salt... the taste of granite had certainly become the taste of salt. There was no clear transition for the contestants, but they now certainly stared at something new. A crescent moon's pale glow was all that illuminated the purple sea. The smaller, faster, British ships were one-by-one being sunk, as the legendary Spanish Armada flexed its might.
But still, the arrival of the contestants had marked something peculiar. Where before, thousands of men had sailed, there was now only one.
Round II - The English and Spanish Armadas
"A peculiar choice in arenas." one of the Gentleman Cultists said, "It is rare for a populated arena to be chosen so early one"
"It is not populated." Another spoke, "All of the humans there have been replaced, save Sir Drake. Still, it is a peculiar decision."
"There is more," the leader said, as he held out a letter. It was certainly old, the paper stained with time, sealed with wax. Written upon it, 'Only for the eyes of the most sadistic of the Grandmasters'
"I believe the sadist Grandmaster it mentions has already begun his game. Gais, take this to him."
The Gentleman called Gais took the letter, and began to walk.