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By my count, there are at least two Ironwalkers dead: one killed by Marcel and one killed by Flare. A third is probably dead, killed by Ben, but could conceivably still be alive (though seriously injured.)
An additional three have been injured. One had a staff rammed into its neck but is (I think?) still alive. The second one was stabbed twice by Ellis, once in the neck area, and again in the back of the leg, but is still mostly alright. The third got stabbed in the back by Leon but is also still alive.
That leaves six fully uninjured Ironwalkers. A total of nine (or possibly ten) are still alive, compared to (from my last count) a total of nine characters.
Not great odds.
I do have a plan for them to get out, but I’ll let this go on a bit longer.
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Can we maybe just all subscribe to the topic so we don’t have to tag so many people every time?
Sara — Elderstrand w/ Group 1
Felicity scowled and stumbled back into the fray, her gaze set on one of the big machines.
Sara shook her head to clear it. What had been all that about Click… somethings … and animations that Felicity had gone on about? And the strange way she had acted earlier, asking where the snow was. And then there were the others…
Sara bit her lip, and accidentally tasted the tang of blood. It was clear that something strange was going on. Just like she had been pulled from home and suddenly appeared in this city, maybe the others had been swept from their worlds as well.
Her gaze fell back on the battle. The machines were big and bulky, but the others’ blows seemed to have almost no effect on them. She counted only one… no, two… down, while the others were battered and losing strength.
This wasn’t working.
"Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out." Eccl. 12:12
This wasn’t working.
Oh thank you so much for stating that.
lololololol.
Just joking.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
You’re welcome, I just wanted to throw it out there 😁
😂😂
"Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out." Eccl. 12:12
Can we maybe just all subscribe to the topic so we don’t have to tag so many people every time?
We could. Directly tagging someone does help them know if they’re involved in what is happening, versus it being something happening somewhere else, but I don’t care.
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📚 Appreciator of BooksWe can also do that, but it’s a lot of people to tag 😅
"Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out." Eccl. 12:12
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Marcellus — Elderstrand | with Group 1
Marcellus stood stunned by what he saw. Large enemies were all around, attacking and moving around without taking much damage. They were tall. Covered in metal armor. And all the others were struggling against them. He needed to help. Marcellus moved into the shadows where he couldn’t be seen, and slipped out of his backpack and Leon’s cloak.
He squatted down beside it and reached inside, his numb fingers searching around through all sorts of items for something helpful. A single sock, a chapstick, a tablet, an Oshanduil*, a fork, a book, several snacks and baked goods in paper bags—ah, and then finally his pistol. He loaded it and retrieved a few extra magazines.
Leaving his backpack zipped on the ground, Marcellus stepped out of the shadows, and crept towards an armored creature standing somewhat alone. Once he was near enough he raised his gun, his hands shaking as he pointed it. Boom. He fired a few times at it, and his bullets collided with the creature’s armor, but not enough to hurt or do much. What did he expect? Angered, it charged towards him. Being numb and cold, Marcellus couldn’t get out of the way quick enough, and the creature knocked him to the ground.
Marcellus struggled to his feet, his head spinning. He steadied himself and then shot at the creature again—a couple of the bullets actually penetrated the armor this time. He felt his gun knock out of his hand as the creature slammed into him again. The pistol slide across the ground. He rolled back to his feet and jumped backward. He stood and panted. Should he just forget the gun? He was useless without it…
W-What to do… what to d-do… His teeth chattered as he stood there, still shaking from being cold and soaked. Get it t-together—you’ve b-been worse off before. W-Wait, have I? Let me think… p-probably—
The armored creature attacked with its sword, pulling him back into the moment. No time to think. Marcellus dodged it. He could see his gun in his peripheral, and he slowly inched to get it—still keeping his eyes on the creature and dodging it whenever it tried to hack at him.
When he was only several feet away from the firearm, the devil charged into him again, knocking him to the ground. Marcellus reached for his gun, rolled back to his feet, and then fired several times beneath a gap in its armor at its neck. No blood. It stumbled a little. Marcellus replaced the empty magazine in his gun, his fingers cold and numb still. I-If only I had a bomb. I’d blow you to s-smithereens.
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*just something from his culture.
Note: my characters are supposed to be trained fighters (marcellus only half-trained rn), but I have extremely little knowledge of military and gun stuffs whatsoever… so a little grace here, alright?
Okay, I’ma just submit this before I change my mind and question my life choices.
🤍 Ira | Jara | Evelyn | Flaz | Blaine 🤍
oh. its longer than i expected.
🤍 Ira | Jara | Evelyn | Flaz | Blaine 🤍
Just copy and paste from the last person’s post, and then delete your name out and add the name of the last person.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
You’re good, lots of people are posting long sections. ;] No one minds at all, it helps to move things forward.
@jonas @loopylin @hybridlore @ellette-giselle @rae @grcr @raxforgeMarcel — Elderstrand (w/Group 1)
So many enemies still stood firm. But there was still hope to win, as long as everyone worked together.
Marcel took quick note of the ironwalker which Felicity and Sara had injured. It seemed to favor one side of its body, head tilted to the side, and the stabbing left a gap of flesh on the shoulder.
Marcel steeled himself and lunged his body against its leg. The creature keeled over with a dull boom. As it scraped against the earth, trying to regain balance, the boy wanderer lunged his staff into the armor gap for the third and last time.
Above them, another ironwalker leaned down to swipe the boy away. It missed. Marcel hopped onto the top of his staff, which stuck in a standing position, and reached up to tuck his fingers under the second ironwalker’s helm.
He focused again. The fractals curled around his staff and down into the ironwalker below; above, his hand did the same to the second enemy. Both of the metal giants began to creak and groan from the pressure.
The one on the ground collapsed, dead. Marcel slipped as the staff went loose, and lost his grip. He tried to recover himself, but couldn’t do so before the half-destroyed, standing giant came for him with a hand.
The fist closed over Marcel’s ribs. He kicked and gasped for breath. Everything in his body became frightfully conscious to him as it squeezed inwards. His yell sounded like a cough. “Get… it… to… s-stop!”
“Everything is a mountain”
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Am I in group 1? Cause if Rina is in it then why wouldn’t my charries be in it, even though my charries are with Rina. Plus @hybridlore tagged me when they posted something, but @grcr and @whalekeeper did not tag me. So I am very lost!
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
Last time I checked, your characters jumped onto the boat with Rina and the rebel NPCs to escape the city. Group 1 is reasonably far off inside the city, fighting. So you are not with our group. 🙃
“Everything is a mountain”
I feel like revealing something about Baron’s back story today…
And saving Marcel too…
@raxforge @whalekeeper @ellette-giselle @jonas @grcr @loopylin @hybridloreBaron (Brutus)—with Group 1, Elderstramd edge
Little dots of sparkling gems set in a dark vastness. Silver sphere hung on nothing in the sky. Soft blades of short grass under fingertips.
“Isn’t the night beautiful, Baron?” A friend. A friend with youthful excitement. The cold gaze of his eyes under the tips of his blond hair had not yet come. He was bright, he was cheery.
Am I a child again? And why does my head hurt? Baron’s thoughts echoed in his mind. It felt as though his adult mind was stuck inside of his child’s body as he sat by Faren. Faren, who was only seven years old.
“No, not really,” Baron’s child voice replied. He also was seven, with a voice a little higher in pitch than Baron’s present one, but still a monotone drone, like that of a child with no childhood.
Faren’s features changed in childish surprise. “How can you say that? It’s beautiful! The stars are so twinkly, and the moon so, so silverfish? It’s beautiful!”
Adult Baron chuckled in his mind. Silverfish.
“The moon is too silverfish. I can’t go kill that ambassador from the country next door for the Bloodsilver tonight. Father will order someone else to do it.” Little Baron crossed his arms, his usually white hair like a beacon of silver. In the child’s disappointment, the wind was cast across the grass.
“Don’t be grump Baron, don’t be grumpy.”
The entire time as Adult Baron watched the scene unfold, his head throbbed in pain on the left side. As the two little kids fell silent, he was finally left time to wonder about, not listening to their chatter. The pain grew, and Baron imagined that he felt something warm trickling down the side of his face.
He was on dirt. Hard packed dirt, with a stone biting into his sore spine. Rain pelted his face. He was utterly soaked and cold, the only bits of warmth being the trickle from his nose and head. Silouitted above him against the dark clouds of rain, was a large sword wielded by some tall, faceless figure. All at once, it came back to Baron. He had attacked, but he wasn’t strong enough, he had been knocked out.
Baron rolled out of the way of the falling sword as it hit the ground behind him. He was bleeding badly and his body ached from his fall after he passed out. His right arm was almost useless now as his body struggled to control the wind around him, but he was still not at his limit. He looked around, assessing the situation. At least half a dozen of the monsters were still moving fine, and most of the fighters were hurt in some way.
Baron dodged an attack from the iron monster by him. Another one of the creatures had the boy with strange powers in his fist, closing his fingers on the boy’s ribs. Everyone else was occupied, it had to be Baron to save him. Calling up a wind again, to the protest of his body, he grabbed a sword off of one of the guard’s still unconscious bodies. It was heavy and awkward in his hands, for Baron only used knives, occasionally daggers. Flying forward, Baron busted himself by the wind, alighting upon the shoulder of the creature that held the boy. He raised the sword, driving it into the gap of the neck. Just wound him, Baron, enough that he’ll let the kid go.
A free hand from the monster came swirling around, knocking Baron off balance as he held the heavy sword. It didn’t help that his right hand could barely hold the weapon. He tumbled, trying to use the wind to cushion his fall, but he still landed with a loud groan. Pulling himself up, he noticed a gap in the armor, behind the joint of the knee. Without a second thought, he drove the sword into the gap as hard as he could. The creature gave some kind of screech, its knee collapsing. Baron pulled the sword out, driving it into the other knee.
Now the creature had to pay attention to him. Baron dodged as the free hand groped at him again. If the thing had a gap behind the knee to move, what about the elbow? If I can get to the arm that’s holding the boy, I can release him that way.
Baton rushed around the creature, avoiding the other hand as he drove the sword into the elbow. The monster screached again, as it let go of the boy. Baron dropped the sword, ducking under the monster’s hand as he scooped up the boy, commanding the wind to give him speed as he ran from the slow creature. Stopping at the edge of the fight, he let his precious cargo down. “Are you good?” He asked, panting.
"You need French Toast."
Just copy and paste from the last person’s post, and then delete your name out and add the name of the last person.
Sometimes I forget that you’re relatively new to KP, XD. It feels like you’ve been here as long as I have most of the time.
I might not be a veteran KPer, but most KPer’s who at least were around for Character Party often don’t Copy paste tags as far as I know. Back whenever it was, sometimes when you copy pasted tags, they wouldn’t be valid and wouldn’t work. It was a hit or miss tactic.
I haven’t copy pasted a tag for a while, so I don’t know if Kathleen fixed it. In your expierance, does it work fine? And to anyone else who does this now, does it work for you too? It’d be great if it was fixed!
"You need French Toast."
Ever since I got here, I’ve copied and pasted ever tag I’ve ever done. So, in your experience, do you get tagged when I do that?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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