We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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Kharag and Wulfgar joined Erica and Makoto in the elevator. Neither one particularly wanted to run the whole height of the building that they had seen from the outside.
The winged humanoid notices people inside of the Atomos. "Hmm... Perhaps they know where this world is... The summoners that left me to rot... And for the 1000 year servitude I held to them! The nerve..." She lands on top of the Atomos, fuming.
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Amy notches another arrow and fires at Evilington's right shin.
@Zeph: Dont rely on the wind, its heretic and cannot be contained... XD
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Amy notches another arrow and fires at Evilington's right shin.
@Zeph: Dont rely on the wind, its heretic and cannot be contained... XD
Evilington slams the door shut after him, and locks it. He was to busy with that to notice the black man, who was grinning to himself. He looks down at his leg, noticing an arrow sticking through it.
"These people really are primitive!"
The black man looks over at Joe, and picks up an assault rifle.
"These people really are primitive!"
The black man looks over at Joe, and picks up an assault rifle.
"Right then. All aboard.
...We probally should've done this at the ground floor. Oh well!" Erica look over the controls of the elevator for a while, but didn't understand how they worked as she didn't know what all the numbers on the butons meant. "So... Anyone know how to actually work this thing?"
...We probally should've done this at the ground floor. Oh well!" Erica look over the controls of the elevator for a while, but didn't understand how they worked as she didn't know what all the numbers on the butons meant. "So... Anyone know how to actually work this thing?"
Joe twists and runs up behind the black guy since he didn't seem to notice him yet. Joe checks to see if he was armed or anything like that.
Grace kicked the door down with surprising ease and she and Sniper started looking for LE again.
Kharag groaned as Erica spoke.
"We... assumed that you actually knew what it was when we got in." Wulfgar replied.
"We... assumed that you actually knew what it was when we got in." Wulfgar replied.
Athena hears a sound on the roof of the Atmos. "What is that? Perhaps it'd be best to investigate." Athena walks over to the exit and opens it holding her Staff at the ready.
"Okay, whoever or whatever you are, come down here and show yourself."
"Okay, whoever or whatever you are, come down here and show yourself."
"HEY MISTER! THAT ARROW IS PRIMED TO EXPLODE UNLESS YOU SURRENDER THE TOPHAT!!!<3<3<3" Amy places her finger on the trigger of her bow.
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"Hmm? How dare you threaten a Judicator?!" She says, as her sword is lit aflame with magical fire.
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"Hmm? How dare you threaten a Judicator?!" She says, as her sword is lit aflame with magical fire.
OOC: Fuck it. Foreshadowing away.
In a small room devoid of furniture a lone figure knelt almost completely still. The room was dimmly lit and curved, flowing with the Infinity Circuit of the Craftword. Around the dark figure orbited 21 glowing objects that interescted, changed paths or dividing into groups seemingly at random. Eldrad Ulthran, chief Farseer of Ulthwe and current head of the seer council was scanning the Skein, the threads of exscitence and time that wove onwards into the darkness of infinity. He gazed over a thousand possibilities, saw the death of his Craftworld over and over, saw himself a bloody smear on the ground. These did not concern him, using his runes he focussed his search, peeling apart the tangled mass of happening to delve into more relevant futures. The Devourer was coming. Many of the threads led to this point. The lives of Warriors who would be killed or those who would fight and survive, embelished with a burning rune...the rune of Khaine. The Craftword would go to war. Eldrad swiftly rose, the room reacting to his thoughts and brightening while his runes ceased flowing around him and returned to his satchel. His loose robe billowed behind him as he turned to the door and slid the wraithbone portal open with a thought wave. The Council must know, a plan of action will be devised and battle plans drawn out by the Autarchs, based on the Seer's readings into the Skein. The door slid closed behind him as he moved down the hallway and out into the Lianderan trees of the Dome of Crystal Seers, passing the solidified forms of the Farseers of old, locked in silent repose for eternity.
In a small room devoid of furniture a lone figure knelt almost completely still. The room was dimmly lit and curved, flowing with the Infinity Circuit of the Craftword. Around the dark figure orbited 21 glowing objects that interescted, changed paths or dividing into groups seemingly at random. Eldrad Ulthran, chief Farseer of Ulthwe and current head of the seer council was scanning the Skein, the threads of exscitence and time that wove onwards into the darkness of infinity. He gazed over a thousand possibilities, saw the death of his Craftworld over and over, saw himself a bloody smear on the ground. These did not concern him, using his runes he focussed his search, peeling apart the tangled mass of happening to delve into more relevant futures. The Devourer was coming. Many of the threads led to this point. The lives of Warriors who would be killed or those who would fight and survive, embelished with a burning rune...the rune of Khaine. The Craftword would go to war. Eldrad swiftly rose, the room reacting to his thoughts and brightening while his runes ceased flowing around him and returned to his satchel. His loose robe billowed behind him as he turned to the door and slid the wraithbone portal open with a thought wave. The Council must know, a plan of action will be devised and battle plans drawn out by the Autarchs, based on the Seer's readings into the Skein. The door slid closed behind him as he moved down the hallway and out into the Lianderan trees of the Dome of Crystal Seers, passing the solidified forms of the Farseers of old, locked in silent repose for eternity.
Makoto sighed and pushed the button for the higest level. The elevator whirred as it went upward.
OoC: Let's say it's the floor under the rooftop.
OoC: Let's say it's the floor under the rooftop.
Sniper raised an eyebrow and pointed his SMG at LE. "Good evening, mate. You wanna hand over that hat now?" Sniper asked.