Re: Meido (Play Thread)

[Mederic du Pons]

With a shower of splinters, Hider at last sliced through the closet door. It had proven a truly magnificent foe, but it too had fallen to Ice’s cold blade.

Panic filled the streets as a large Skyship loomed over the city. Hider knew of only a few places that could mount such an invasion and none of them good for poor Miedo. “Ice,” muttered to his sword, “should we hide or play the hero?”

Your friends will be up there

“They do seem like decent folk. Time to join them then. Something about Old Ignus’ will for us.” High words, but he couldn’t fly. They would need to build something. The closet had mops, the rooms bed sheets, the kitchen butcher’s twine and the halls candlesticks. It was a restaurant by the Gods! What did he really hope to find.

He tore a candlestick from the wall in frustration. A sole ember pulled away and drifted towards the ceiling, giving Hider an idea.

Hider and Ice looked at each other in glee. When they spoke it was as one, “Inverse hot air Balloon!”

(Dex + Craft=9 +3 dot stunt plus +1 Die plus 4 successes from excellencies= 13 die +4s.) [Cost: 9m]

[The_GM]

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[Mederic du Pons]

It was something to behold.
Broken mop handles formed a rough shell, with bed sheets lashed on to form wings. It could glide, probably, but had nothing to lift it into the air. That’s where the genius lay. Ice’s magic could not easily pass through a barrier, so he sealed the bed sheets with hot wax. The remaining candles were placed in long row of tea cups to help heat the air inside the wings. He named his new ship the Great Fox-Fire.
The only issue was the process of landing… or turning … might cause the ship to ignite. The wings were set to pullies which moved them up or down to turn the craft. Too much turning could overturn to candles and…
Up and left and right covered he turned to forward. He found a ceiling fan, a bit of rope and a wheel. Bounded poles allowed him to spin the wheel with his feet which he rigged to spin the fan. This he lashed to a stool for him to sit.
He climbed into the stool and drew Ice. “For heaven, and all good things I guess.” He shouted from the roof. He stuck Ice into the center pole and took to the sky.

[Mederic du Pons]

(9 dice, 4 int + 2 Stunt + 3 channeling conviction)

[The_GM]

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[CodexGigas]

The skyreme was wrapped in a blanket of fog, but the gaping port with silver and black beacons made its position obvious. As the Great Fox-Fire approached the gaping maw, a chunk of obsidian and flinders of bamboo flew out, arcing toward the city.

[Mederic du Pons]

Chunks of splintered wood flew at the ultra-light vessel propelled by the very thing that will cause it to crash flaming into the ground. No time to think. Hider shaped sorcery, pulling raw wild essence from all around him into his arms. No spell gave it form; no words bound its power. Only raw energy.

He let it free. A blinding flash of white light shredded the atmosphere and then faded into the brilliant black-icestorm of their animas. The debris flew aside and the Fox-Fire remained whole. And yet not unscathed: The force of the essence eruption blew the candles from their tea cups. In a minute the wings would be completely engulfed in flames.

NEVER GIVE UP, Ice shouted TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS!    

The Ships maw grew closer as the Great Fox-Fire gave her all to keep afloat. Her arms screeched, the pulleys snapped, the whole vessel shook but she held tight.  Like a shooting star she fell through the night sky.

Falling...
Falling…
into the whale’s mouth.

Hider grabbed Ice and jumped. Hard metal rushed to meet him, jarring his arm as he rolled aside. The Great Fox-Fire crashed into the back wall, exploding in a burst of burning lumber and bed linens.

In a spinning torrent of Black and Ice Blue Hider stood, holding his black sword to the sky. “I AM SWORD IN HAND! CHOSEN OF THE UNCONQUERED SUN!” And he let out a roar and a thunder man had never heard, like the screeching sound of a great war bird.

[eagle788]

"Here we have a man who knows how to make an entrance! but you missed the fight."

[LightOfDawn]

Builder wasn’t sure what to make of the poor Deathknight who thought he was one of the sun’s chosen. Solars most certainly did not look like that, although… Although, Builder thought, turning his head slightly to look at the howling maelstrom of blackness next to him, the howling maelstrom with a bloody empty ring on its forehead, They do seem to come in the same castes…

This would merit further investigation later. Was the deathknight mad, or could there be some connection between them and Solars? Heaven would need to know, if that were the case.

For now, Builder dropped onto the top of the crew pod, sliding over to the side where the iris was and landing in front of it with eerie, silent grace and ignoring the new arrival. He needed to get this pod open so they could interrogate those inside and just maybe prevent the invasion.

"YOU SHOULD LET US IN! WE MIGHT EVEN WRECK YOUR PLANS!"

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[The_GM]

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[CodexGigas]

The iris clicked open. The first thing Builder saw in the eerie glow of Abyssal and Lunar anima banners was group of men in uniform waiting below him. The first thing he smelled, however, was the antiseptic sting of embalming fluid.

[LightOfDawn]

Builder hesitated a moment – if this was a trap, he wouldn’t be able to fight his way out – but only for a moment. "Captain," he said, vaguely mindful of how distinctive his Lookshyan Low Realm was as he dropped inside and bowed, "Meido has sent us to discuss terms of surrender. Under whose authority do you sail?"

[CodexGigas]

The man in front blinked at Builder, one eyelid sluggishly following the first. He howled, blasting the smell of rotten meat in the Sidereals's face. The rest of the zombies joined in, adding to the unearthly din.

[AlaskanWyvern]

Flipper looked over from his vantage point, trying to see what was in the cockpit. He couldn't see much, but he guessed by the howl that things weren't going swimmingly. His charms may have been down, but he figured he could still help out. He headed over to one of the previously-downed automata and grabbed two chunks: one that was a bit over half of the crystal core, and another shard about six inches long and skinny. These he carried up next to the iris, opposite Builder, and quickly peeked down, just enough to see what was immediately below.

Zombies. As if today could get any better.

Without further ado, he dropped the large chunk on the zombie below and listened for the squish.

"Boring conversation anyway."

[LightOfDawn]

Builder was confused for a moment, before he realized he had other more pressing matters to think about. He backpedaled away from the zombies—and just in time, too, because then a chunk of crystal came dropping down through the iris.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Builder called up: "nice shot! Could someone join me down here now?" The Sidereal knew just how fragile he was in combat, and since the pilots were more willing to send zombies than to negotiate…

He backed up to the wall, settling into a fighting stance and waiting.

[eagle788]

Shadow runs over and looks in

"ah crap! Hider you know anything about zombies!"

[Mederic du Pons]

Hider scurried up a support beam and flipped up onto the catwalk leading to the pod. He looked briefly at the man cowered against the back wall. He smiled in what he hoped was a warm fashion;  In fact, only the red blood dripping from the half circle on his forehead, the white fangs in his mouth and a pale glow in his eyes escaped whole from the spinning darkness of his anima.
Above him he could see Flipper and Shadow looking down. He nodded to them, then turned back to the zombies. He settled back into a fencing form, on the balls of his feet with his right hand pointed towards his foe.  “Know what I like about Zombies, my beautiful Walker upon the Ice?” he thought
No one cares if we murderificate them, she hissed wild eyed. She liked this part.
Hider lunged forward in a razor-straight stab at the door-zombie’s chest. He let it fall shallow as he caught the catwalk railing with his back foot and used it to lever himself into a large, fast spin which brought his sword into the monster’s shoulder.
(I am making two attacks at the closest zombie, using motes on neither attack. 14, 13 accuracy + Stunts)

[LightOfDawn]

Builder watched as the newest Deathknight arrival dropped into the pod and flashed him a ferocious, fang-filled grin before turning and laying into the nearest zombie.

Chosen of the Unconquered Sun, or just unhinged? the Sidereal wondered to himself rhetorically.

Studying the zombies’ movements for a few moments, Builder realized that this was a battle he was probably actually capable of joining—if he didn’t mind punching things that smelled like rotten meat, getting fluid all over his clothes, and probably ruining the rest of the Dynast clothes he needed for his disguise. He’d already lost his cloak…

I think I’ll sit this one out, Builder decided, relaxing from his fighting stance and looking around the pod's interior. He needed to find out who was manning the ship and (maybe) controlling the zombies.

[CodexGigas]

The zombies--about a dozen of them--were packed into the small antechamber along with stacked boxes and barrels. Another irised port led to the main crew compartment. Builder and Hider could hear voices in Low Realm.

"I can't believe you let them in!"

"But he sounded so convincing!"

"...I'm closing the porthole again."

[Ji]

Glass had heard his companion's request for assistance, and having hardly participated in the goings on of the universe since attaching himself to his flying craft, Glass leaped into action alongside his new-found ally. In mid-air, sailing the incredibly short distance Glass could actually manage to jump, his body underwent the transition lunars were most feared for. His body rippled as his muscles gained actual definition, and hardened scales overcame his already thick skin, and his features moved of their own accord, until he resembled more snake than man... well more of a mansnake, with the lower body of entirely a snake, but those legs were useless to him anyway as he drew his baneclaw and slithered into the fray.

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Spent 5 motes, activate warform

Personal: 19/24

Peripheral: 38/39

Mutations: Thick skin, Serpentine body, Enhanced sense: Sight, Serpent's tongue, a third tell I'm working on it

[Ji]

((Rolling dex athletics to make it through closing iris))

[The_GM]

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[eagle788]

(entering the pod)

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[LightOfDawn]

Builder slipped around to one side, flickering past the zombies and leaving Hider to handle them. The young Sidereal approached the next iris, considering what it might be… and almost tripped over a barrel as he was distracted by a crash behind him.

Somehow, all three of the Exalts who’d been outside just moments ago were now inside, and the iris had closed behind them. Not really understanding but also deciding that understanding that wasn’t very important right now, Builder turned back to the iris. There was a panel of crystal on the wall next to it… how did the system work, and what could he do to fool or bypass it?

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