Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-19-2010, 11:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Calm - Connections with "Devil." Melee, special weapon (heat). Moderate danger. Not enough information. Observe.
This sort of tactical analysis was automatic for Gormand. He could've stopped it, but didn't need or want to. His full attention wasn't required yet, anyway.
Hand of Silver, 'Hoss' - Extensively cybernetic. 'Tyrant guy.' Unknown combat style. Not enough information. Observe, approach.
Part of his mind was nearly always thus occupied. He believed it came from having been in charge of such a vast army for so long, but he'd had a knack for this sort of thing as long as he could remember.
Ekelhaft - 'Avatar of Decay.' Toxic. Shapeshifting (eyes, teeth, at least). High danger, maintain distance. Not enough information. Observe, avoid.
His army... His Empire! The full force of his predicament hit him then, momentarily halting his analyses. He'd been pulled from his kingdom as it prepared to march against the capitol of Mankind, that bastion of hope, Metropolis. He'd noted before that Humans - most species, in fact - weren't terribly clever when it came to names. But his troops, the Gorlings! Would they survive without the source of their life? Would his kingdom decay as the Virus died off? Would they be overrun by the other races in his abscence? Would they find a way to... dare he think it... replace him? He turned his thoughts from these morbid and focused on his equally morbid surroundings.
Ziirphael - God of Death. Shapeshifting (guns, at least). High danger. Not enough information. Observe.
...Mostly focused of his surroundings, anyway.
He was in a dank, dark cavern, a staircase behind him and a long expanse of stone and air to his front. The cavern ahead had once been packed with traps - Gormand could safely say had been due to the sheer volume of corpses that littered the ground. Most of them were riddled with arrows (probably poisonous), though several were caught in spike traps or crushed against the walls. A continuous pitter-patter of liquid hitting stone caused the meatball to look up: Several bodies were smashed against the ceiling, massive axes embedded in their chests. The corpses were apparently fresh, as their blood was still fluid. Beyond the mass of bodies, there lay an expanse of untouched floor. Beyond that, Gormand could barely make out two pinpricks of light at the far end of the cavern - likely a pair of torches flanking some sort of passage.
He decided he'd risk the staircase.
Doctor Anarchy - Mad Scientist. 'Death ray,' jetpack. Moderate danger. Not enough information. Observe.
Before his ascent, he realized he'd dwindled to nearly a third of his original, formidable girth. One of his several flagella wrapped around a nearby corpse. This one seemed to have died of being bludgeoned about the head, though whether he'd been beaten by one of the others (they all seemed to have oars, for some indescernable reason,) or merely fallen down the stairs was difficult to determine. Nevertheless, crushing blows were unlikely to involve poison, and this body might be 'eaten' safely.
Konka Rar - Cybernetic, undead. Necromancer. 'Contestant in another battle?' (File for later analysis.) Knowledgable. High value. Not enough information. Observe, approach.
Since Gormand was not yet massive enough to fully envelop the body, he made do with holding it to his back with a pair of limbs. The meatball's loss of mass was something of a blessing - had he been larger, he'd not have been able to make it up the stairs. It was still a tight squeeze.
Diego Red - Aeromancer. 'Vibrations.' 'Earworm.' Not enough information. Observe.
Gormand did not like being used. He was not used to it, and it was unpleasant. He was here, against his will, to fight in some abominable 'contest' thing, apparently for no other reason than the amusement of the least-focused individual he'd ever seen. His lone eye narrowed, concentrating on his analysis of the final contestant. Whether she knew it or not.
The Cultivator - Large-scale chrono-spatial displacement. Combat organizer. Only one? (File with 'another battle.') Maximum danger. Skip observation. Destroy utterly.
Calm - Connections with "Devil." Melee, special weapon (heat). Moderate danger. Not enough information. Observe.
This sort of tactical analysis was automatic for Gormand. He could've stopped it, but didn't need or want to. His full attention wasn't required yet, anyway.
Hand of Silver, 'Hoss' - Extensively cybernetic. 'Tyrant guy.' Unknown combat style. Not enough information. Observe, approach.
Part of his mind was nearly always thus occupied. He believed it came from having been in charge of such a vast army for so long, but he'd had a knack for this sort of thing as long as he could remember.
Ekelhaft - 'Avatar of Decay.' Toxic. Shapeshifting (eyes, teeth, at least). High danger, maintain distance. Not enough information. Observe, avoid.
His army... His Empire! The full force of his predicament hit him then, momentarily halting his analyses. He'd been pulled from his kingdom as it prepared to march against the capitol of Mankind, that bastion of hope, Metropolis. He'd noted before that Humans - most species, in fact - weren't terribly clever when it came to names. But his troops, the Gorlings! Would they survive without the source of their life? Would his kingdom decay as the Virus died off? Would they be overrun by the other races in his abscence? Would they find a way to... dare he think it... replace him? He turned his thoughts from these morbid and focused on his equally morbid surroundings.
Ziirphael - God of Death. Shapeshifting (guns, at least). High danger. Not enough information. Observe.
...Mostly focused of his surroundings, anyway.
He was in a dank, dark cavern, a staircase behind him and a long expanse of stone and air to his front. The cavern ahead had once been packed with traps - Gormand could safely say had been due to the sheer volume of corpses that littered the ground. Most of them were riddled with arrows (probably poisonous), though several were caught in spike traps or crushed against the walls. A continuous pitter-patter of liquid hitting stone caused the meatball to look up: Several bodies were smashed against the ceiling, massive axes embedded in their chests. The corpses were apparently fresh, as their blood was still fluid. Beyond the mass of bodies, there lay an expanse of untouched floor. Beyond that, Gormand could barely make out two pinpricks of light at the far end of the cavern - likely a pair of torches flanking some sort of passage.
He decided he'd risk the staircase.
Doctor Anarchy - Mad Scientist. 'Death ray,' jetpack. Moderate danger. Not enough information. Observe.
Before his ascent, he realized he'd dwindled to nearly a third of his original, formidable girth. One of his several flagella wrapped around a nearby corpse. This one seemed to have died of being bludgeoned about the head, though whether he'd been beaten by one of the others (they all seemed to have oars, for some indescernable reason,) or merely fallen down the stairs was difficult to determine. Nevertheless, crushing blows were unlikely to involve poison, and this body might be 'eaten' safely.
Konka Rar - Cybernetic, undead. Necromancer. 'Contestant in another battle?' (File for later analysis.) Knowledgable. High value. Not enough information. Observe, approach.
Since Gormand was not yet massive enough to fully envelop the body, he made do with holding it to his back with a pair of limbs. The meatball's loss of mass was something of a blessing - had he been larger, he'd not have been able to make it up the stairs. It was still a tight squeeze.
Diego Red - Aeromancer. 'Vibrations.' 'Earworm.' Not enough information. Observe.
Gormand did not like being used. He was not used to it, and it was unpleasant. He was here, against his will, to fight in some abominable 'contest' thing, apparently for no other reason than the amusement of the least-focused individual he'd ever seen. His lone eye narrowed, concentrating on his analysis of the final contestant. Whether she knew it or not.
The Cultivator - Large-scale chrono-spatial displacement. Combat organizer. Only one? (File with 'another battle.') Maximum danger. Skip observation. Destroy utterly.