Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 2: Medieval Village]
07-20-2011, 06:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Deathwing perched himself, rather overdramatically, on the steeple of an antique church. He gazed down at the criminally uneducated masses, crowds highlighted with torchlight, spreading through the village like ants. He allowed himself the sweet taste of a well executed plan; it would only be a matter of time until they find one of them.
The sweet taste quickly turned sour as Deathwing found out that medieval peasants do not make a good workforce, at all. For a Cyborg who was used to the ultra fast solutions of highly advanced machinery, this was glacial. It certainly didn’t help that the senseless mob were so effortlessly distracted and confounded by the most mundane of things. Deathwing brought a metallic hand to his face, to think he was like these people at some point.
Meanwhile, on a distant hill overlooking the quaint village, a large silhouette on horseback draws near. His shape produced an aura of heroic gallantry, no; it was something far grander than that.
It was the aura, of JUSTICE.
The Cybernetic soldier descended to the dense posse, making sure to eviscerate the nearest person upon landing. He grabbed a more intact peasant and effortlessly lifted the man to the air. “Why haven’t you found them yet?”
<font color="brown">“I-I’m sorry, w-we can’t find anyone with pink e-“
Deathwing relinquished the poor man of his larynx before he could even finish. He was in no mood to dealing with these pathetic excuses for humanity and was this close to killing everything in the three mile radius. “And the bird?”
The Mob all looked down to their feet and shuffled uncomfortably in unison. “I-it’s a gigantic, obnoxious bird monster, how could you NOT see it? HOW?” Again, no answer.
“ Is there anyone here who is even vaguely competent!?” </font>
“Did somebody say COMPETENT!?”
Deathwing slowly turned round; ready to unleash a torrent of rage towards whoever said that. What the Cyborg was not expecting was a large shield being smashed into his face. The cybernetic man stumbled clumsily backwards, blood streaming out of his nose; his face was a mixture of pure hate and complete bafflement that someone actually caused him to bleed.
“Fear not, dirty citizens of this unclean land!” Said a man in an agonisingly smug voice, “I shall save you from this demon spawn of the Dragon!” Deathwing glanced up to the source of such an annoying sound, A large man, dressed fully in impossibly shiny armour stood before him. The man sported a quiff and bright white smile that should be impossible for the timeline he was in, in his hands, a shield that shone like a mirror and a highly ornate blade that, to be honest, looked pretty cheap.
Deathwing hated him instantaneously.
“BUT, who am I you say?” No one actually said this, everyone was either still in shock of the man or paralysed with fear from the demon with the violent nose bleed. “I am the legendary, the heroic, the exceptionally talented and sexy…
SIR KAIDEN VON STORMBLADE!“
Sir Stormblade pulled what could only be described as his best heroic pose, suddenly, a bard burst into the scene, as if on cue.
[color=#green]“Stormblade, Stormblade, the legend is here!
His great and mighty presence reduces maidens to tears!
Stormblade, Stormblade, true hero of this and that!
If you don’t like Sir Stormblade then clearly you’re a tw-“[/color]
The bard, unfortunately could not complete his little ditty, as he had been reduced to a pile of gore, Deathwing pointed his cannon towards the insufferable knight, “Give me one good reason to not kill you right now.”
“Yo-“
“Too slow.”
The Cyborg released a full volley of pure destructive energy towards the man in literal shining armour; such was the measure of Deathwing’s hate for everything ever at that moment. The standard reaction to Deathwing’s energised cannon rounds making contact with anything generally was a violent and satisfying explosion. However Sir Kaiden Von Stormblade(!) did not explode, instead the orbs of pure destructive energy harmlessly bounced of his shinning mirror shield. Harmlessly in this case being reflected haphazardly into the sides of buildings and groups of peasants, but in terms of people that actually matter, no one was harmed.
“Foolish fool! I am the sentinel of JUSTICE! Your demonic magicks cannot harm me! Now tell me fiend: What is the riddle to opening the volcanic lair of the DRAGON QUEEN!”
Deathwing simply stood in a complete stupor, the only thing he managed to say was an uncharacteristically quiet “what.”
Deathwing perched himself, rather overdramatically, on the steeple of an antique church. He gazed down at the criminally uneducated masses, crowds highlighted with torchlight, spreading through the village like ants. He allowed himself the sweet taste of a well executed plan; it would only be a matter of time until they find one of them.
The sweet taste quickly turned sour as Deathwing found out that medieval peasants do not make a good workforce, at all. For a Cyborg who was used to the ultra fast solutions of highly advanced machinery, this was glacial. It certainly didn’t help that the senseless mob were so effortlessly distracted and confounded by the most mundane of things. Deathwing brought a metallic hand to his face, to think he was like these people at some point.
Meanwhile, on a distant hill overlooking the quaint village, a large silhouette on horseback draws near. His shape produced an aura of heroic gallantry, no; it was something far grander than that.
It was the aura, of JUSTICE.
The Cybernetic soldier descended to the dense posse, making sure to eviscerate the nearest person upon landing. He grabbed a more intact peasant and effortlessly lifted the man to the air. “Why haven’t you found them yet?”
<font color="brown">“I-I’m sorry, w-we can’t find anyone with pink e-“
Deathwing relinquished the poor man of his larynx before he could even finish. He was in no mood to dealing with these pathetic excuses for humanity and was this close to killing everything in the three mile radius. “And the bird?”
The Mob all looked down to their feet and shuffled uncomfortably in unison. “I-it’s a gigantic, obnoxious bird monster, how could you NOT see it? HOW?” Again, no answer.
“ Is there anyone here who is even vaguely competent!?” </font>
“Did somebody say COMPETENT!?”
Deathwing slowly turned round; ready to unleash a torrent of rage towards whoever said that. What the Cyborg was not expecting was a large shield being smashed into his face. The cybernetic man stumbled clumsily backwards, blood streaming out of his nose; his face was a mixture of pure hate and complete bafflement that someone actually caused him to bleed.
“Fear not, dirty citizens of this unclean land!” Said a man in an agonisingly smug voice, “I shall save you from this demon spawn of the Dragon!” Deathwing glanced up to the source of such an annoying sound, A large man, dressed fully in impossibly shiny armour stood before him. The man sported a quiff and bright white smile that should be impossible for the timeline he was in, in his hands, a shield that shone like a mirror and a highly ornate blade that, to be honest, looked pretty cheap.
Deathwing hated him instantaneously.
“BUT, who am I you say?” No one actually said this, everyone was either still in shock of the man or paralysed with fear from the demon with the violent nose bleed. “I am the legendary, the heroic, the exceptionally talented and sexy…
SIR KAIDEN VON STORMBLADE!“
Sir Stormblade pulled what could only be described as his best heroic pose, suddenly, a bard burst into the scene, as if on cue.
[color=#green]“Stormblade, Stormblade, the legend is here!
His great and mighty presence reduces maidens to tears!
Stormblade, Stormblade, true hero of this and that!
If you don’t like Sir Stormblade then clearly you’re a tw-“[/color]
The bard, unfortunately could not complete his little ditty, as he had been reduced to a pile of gore, Deathwing pointed his cannon towards the insufferable knight, “Give me one good reason to not kill you right now.”
“Yo-“
“Too slow.”
The Cyborg released a full volley of pure destructive energy towards the man in literal shining armour; such was the measure of Deathwing’s hate for everything ever at that moment. The standard reaction to Deathwing’s energised cannon rounds making contact with anything generally was a violent and satisfying explosion. However Sir Kaiden Von Stormblade(!) did not explode, instead the orbs of pure destructive energy harmlessly bounced of his shinning mirror shield. Harmlessly in this case being reflected haphazardly into the sides of buildings and groups of peasants, but in terms of people that actually matter, no one was harmed.
“Foolish fool! I am the sentinel of JUSTICE! Your demonic magicks cannot harm me! Now tell me fiend: What is the riddle to opening the volcanic lair of the DRAGON QUEEN!”
Deathwing simply stood in a complete stupor, the only thing he managed to say was an uncharacteristically quiet “what.”