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Flame Tide Rising [Backstory][OOC Welcomed]

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Dubs Dubs Find all posts by this user Shrubbery Master Posts:143 Joined:Aug 2013 Character:B'jaern Mori, MEAT Linkshell:Unsung Heroes Server:Balmung Reputation: 12 RE: Flame Tide Rising [Backstory][OOC Welcomed] | #4 08-08-2013, 01:37 AM (This post was last modified: 09-11-2013, 06:41 PM by Dubs.) Chapter 3: Bloodrage               “It’s right around the corner here, don’t rush,” the disguised roegadyn warned a speeding Majhala unable to halt. “Hi there,” the pig-tailed lallafel waved and curtsied to the two sentries distracted by the destruction outside the armory window. “Bye there,” she taunts retreating back around the corner with the two in pursuit. “Time to improvise.” she laughed. With a tune from the other lyrical lallafel already reaching fever pitch, Quick Shroud anxiously traces a pair of runes in the air while chanting and channeling the frostbite in his fingers into a crystalline sphere. Racing clumsily in their armor, the pursuers find themselves within the entrancing snare of the song realizing they’ve been lulled, they were too sluggish to avoid the bouldering frosty sphere coming at them. On impact the sphere explodes into numerous icy stalagmites and stalactites lining the hallway in every direction entombing the guards within. “I hate when you do that,” he sighs. Skipping up to the frozen pair of guards, Majhala slyly winks back at the roegadyn and playfully hip checks the tomb shattering it into a shower of snowy flakes, the two guards falling over in a heap, “Boop!Too easy,” she giggles. Mimori rolls her eyes passing the two and heads toward the armory doors. “Let’s see what we got here,” she wonders opening the entrance.  She grins and tosses an oversized pair of spiked knuckles to her compatriot who returns a contemptuous glare attempting to find a way to make her tiny hands fit.   “Make due,” she snorts in laughter. The burly hellsguard exits the door,“I’m gonna head back and retrieve everyone.” “Wait, Quick Shroud,” Mimori interrupts fuddling with her newly acquired short bow, “What about the grotto?I don’t think any of us want to be trapped here on this rock.” He shuts his eyes rubbing the bridge of his nose sighing, irritated at the thought, “We can only hope that smelly sea rat wasn’t passed out when the alarm rang."                                                                                 Visions of naked, laughing women of various races taunt him to follow them through the fog. A small twinkle of light leads toward a large velvety tent where luring gestures tease him ever forward.  Edges of his smile widen passing through the tent flap at the sight of all the assortments of wines, fruits, jewels and large treasure piles.  Enthralled by the gyrating bodies, the suave,black-mustached midlander plops down onto cushy pillows awaited by women with endless pitchers of ale and wine. He laughs as they feed him grapes seductively mouth from mouth, spilling ale upon his chest. A female miqo’te leans over to rub her chest onto his prickly face. She bats her lashes at him her lips pursed about to make her move stopping suddenly redirecting toward his ear whispering “You miserable smelly rotten good for nothing sahagin skat head!”         He giggles to himself and whispers back “I haven’t had good pillow talk in a long time darlin. What else you got for me.” He gently clasps her chin and brings her lips to lock with his noticing the resistance and eventually the hard cold smack of a metal gauntlet across his face. “Playin hard to get will get you everywhere pookums!” With the sounds and the haze fading, the disappointing slosh of and smell of the sea wake him from his dream. Alarms fill his ears and an angry large armored and scowling sea wolf female stands before him with his collar in her grip. “I take that’s a no on the foreplay then?” Using her other arm she grapples the hyur dragging him out of the dinghy to the pier. “I’m going to enjoy ringing your neck.” “Maybe yer just mad that I won all that gil last night. How much did you and yer cronies lose exactly?” he grunts kneeling up to stand tauntingly palming a jingling pouch. “I do have one last request; however, at least grace my lips with one more parting smooch before snapping my spine?”      She growls and lunges albeit to slow for the nimble but hung over captain who sidesteps tripping her.  “Now as for hitting ladies…” he jumps back dodging another lumbering swing looking back to see four others from her group running down the pier to aid her, “..it’s just not my style.” Ducking underneath another fist he back flips and jumps up onto the rigging of another dinghy. “How would I ever redeem my reputation for being a gentleman,” he hiccups breaking out out a cigar lighting it then jumping down off to avoid another grab of the snarling sea wolf.  Taunting his adversary with a puffy smoke ring, he looks disgruntled at his cigar and flicks it into the face of the charging roegadyn stunning her long enough to grab her by arm flipping her over his shoulder into the water. “Hands in the air where we can see them," two of the guards command aiming their magitek rifles. Flanking the inside pair, the other the two  following join in.“Yea what he said.” “Look it was totally a fair fight, I hardly even touched her….” Arming the rifle,“If it takes a bullet to shut you up then so be it.” Kerwyn smirks at the comment when the two flanking guards switch their target to each of the inner pair and fire. “So be it,” he retorts with a smile retrieving another cigar. “Are the barracks clear?” “Yes Captain. We’re ready to castoff at anytime.” “Good, then I guess we wait for our cargo for now.” “What about her sir?” one crew member asks of the treading roegadyn. "What was that about being gentleman!" she taunts. With a nod of Kerwyn’s head the other guard takes aim and fires. “Overrated,” he puffs adjusting his bandana.                                                                             Billowing smoke plumes overtake the red moonlit sky of the courtyard, the remaining tower’s search light beaming at the rear doors of wreckage leaning against the cliffside prison wall.  The opening crescendo of moaning soldiers, shattering glass and falling rubble begin to spark laughter in the crazed Inquisitor who slowly begins to conduct as if in a symphony. “It’s here sir, we have a signal,” Korvus shouts grabbing one of the researchers portable scopes almost tripping over the corpse of his former apprentice and runs over to his superior. “The waveform,she’s alive.” “Is the stasis cocoon prepped?" the ebon maiden inquires. “It’s ready your grace. Twenty five years of replicating and manipulating the gene and now our reward has finally come into fruition,” Korvus croons. “Yes dear Korvus but first, first we must observe the bloodrage itself. I’d advise you to stand behind the vanguard formation for your own protection. It’s about to get very messy very soon.” “Bloodrage,” Ba’srm coughs, slowly crawling to his knees, “so that’s what this has been all about?” With a snap of golden fingers the guards bring Ba’srm forth kicking him to the ground in front of a conducting Daegon. He reaches down to clasp the miqo’te’s neck meeting the scowl of his sorrowful mask. “It’s all for you and your pathetic rebellion.  I want to witness your transformation, to watch any sliver of hope, any shred of identity fade from your pitiful existence, to feed on your sorrow as you become one with her pride.” “Sir there’s another waveform here!”one researcher yells to Korvus. “Raise the amplification and turn on the sound projection,” he commands. The fool muses to the wriggling miqo’te in his grasp, “You smell it don’t you, the smell of sweet inevitability.” “What is…this,”  he twitches, looking up to the blood red moon. Ba’srm could only concentrate on one thing, the sweet smell of lilac overtaking his senses. As the projection from the equipment blared, all he could now see was red with an endless torrent of screaming rage entering his mind.                                                                             “How many are we?” Majhala counts while distributing arms and armor to the recent arrivals. “At least sixty remember they took the miqo’tes into the courtyard,” Ola grunts while looking at the overly large spear. Tugging on a roegadyn’s pant leg, she points at it and crosses her arms dejected. He smiles and snaps it two to accommodate her, the two giving each other thumbs up approval. Inspecting her bow string, Mimori turns to Ola,“Ola I need you to take a splinter group of around eight or so and get to Kerwyn, we’re going to have to secure our escape” “Don’t forget the loading elevator to the stockade. It has direct access to the grotto,” Quick Shroud adds removing his bulky armor and changing into more fitting dark robes. “We should either disable it or keep the turrets on it just in case.” “Leave that to us,” Ola salutes. She nods to her roegadyn friend and six others bolting toward the exit. Mimori climbs upon a center table,“Alright everyone listen up. We’ll split up into two groups. Majhala will lead the ground forces through the antechambers and the auditorium to the lobby to get to the palisade. Ranged group come with me and take out their perimeter sharpshooters so we can get to the inner stockade balcony overlooking the courtyard. This flank should cause enough confusion to rescue the miqo’te and increase our numbers. Remember to stay together and cover each other.” Palming her over-sized spiked knuckles together, Majhala orders her group to follow. “Time to bag us an inquisitor!” A rebel hyur then runs into the armory panting, “The Inquisitor has Ba’srm and something else is going on too, I think they’re torturing the miqo’te, they’re all writhing on the ground screaming. Hard to see with so much smoke.” “Gather to me everyone,” Mimori signals. She directs a hyur and another lallafel to join her in harmonizing an old Ala Mhigan battle paeon. When the melody fills all the ears of the room, the adrenalin begins kicking in amongst the resistance forces, Mimori then nods to Quick Shroud. “Move out!” he orders, the battle cries and the paeon following him through the corridors.   TBC                                                     Backstory: Flame Tide Rising Wiki: B'jaern Mori

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