NPF Avatars IV, Chapter II: The Doom That Came to Earth Temple

[Flarecobra]

I took off after them, having to use quite a bit of speed in order to catch up to the others.

[Dragonsbane]

Originally Posted by Mesden

And with the comfortable seating came a very uncomfortable poke from a very pointy, golden sword.

When Dragonsbane looked at the annoyance, there stood Mesden in all of her suprising lack of glory for a Goddess over something that's as flashy as ethereal energy.

With a small, odd look she spoke to the Mage, "You're dammmmn creepy, you know that?"

She gestures towards the chair...made of bones. And the mass of meat the gurgled its way into existance.

"I mean, seriously. This stuff is just plain creepy."

"Mesden, I'm evil. I'm a horrific, ancient being of untold power devoted to destruction and conquest. I burn peasant villages, I sack cities, I ride dragons. Of course I do some creepy things." He flicked her sword away, his robes as protective as plate armor despite their soft, silky nature.

[Darth SS]

Darth was on Rhiya. Near the back. Specifically, at the moving, thrashing tail. It was quite a fun ride, akin to being on a bull machine, or a real bull.

"Are-"

He gagged as he was thrown around some more.

"-we-"

Some more thrashing, Darth almost fell, and he could swear he took a bug to the face.

"-there yet?"

[mauve]

Unlike Darth, Mauve was quite comfortably seated in the ToastMobile. She buckled her seatbelt (Safety First, you know) and put her hat on her lap.

Fenris looked around, startled. "Did somebody just say something?"

The mage looked over at him and shook her head.

"Nope," she said. Her eyebrow rose. "Why, are you hearing things?"

[Fenris]

Originally Posted by Mauve Mage

"Nope," she said. Her eyebrow rose. "Why, are you hearing things?"

"Oh, uh... Nope! Everything's fine here!" Fenris said hastily, and looked down at his lap, with a long look on his face.

'What the fuck just happened?' he thought to himself, and pondered over the issue.

[Skyshot]

Skyshot hung on tight until Newton's laws allowed him to sit somewhat comfortably on the carpet. Once he settled himself and felt partially assured his companion wouldn't slaughter him on a whim, he began to silently think through his list of spells. He figured he could cast Armor, Bless, and Sanctuary before he arrived and still recover enough mana to battle whatever was ahead. Of course, since this seemed to be an earth-based being, he would have to cast Levitate on himself and anyone who asked when he arrived. Fortunately, Levitate wasn't that costly a spell, at least in small quantities.

He closed his eyes, slipped into a meditative state, and prepared to commune with the gods. Despite anything the skeptics had to say, there was nothing like it. A faint smile crossed his lips. A good, solid, battle to the death right after a brief time of refreshment. He hadn't had one of those in years.

[Mesden]

She shot a despising look at Dragonsbane, one that would melt most mortal being by the sheer contempt the welled in her burning red eyes.

"YOU'RE one of those bastards that's always sending HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of people to 'oblivion' every other day, aren't you? FUCK MAN! You know how much work that is for me? Oh, and casting beings straight into the void is a LOT OF FUCKING WORK for me to drag out. Sadistic megalomaniacs HAVE to be one of my peaves and you just embody it, don't you? Oh, and drop the 'I'm age old and uber powerful' dealie. Gloating's unbecoming for frail little mages."

Everything she said seemed to just get angrier and angrier until that final point, where she shot a snide remark right at him.

She replaced her sword in the temporal hold it seemed to have at her side and kept her own seat atop Rhiya, not opting for some magnificent self made chair since, well, show offy is overdone.

[Arhra]

And so the 'heroes' set off in their diverse means of transportation. To say the trip, only an hour or two in length, was entirely without incident would be a damn lie. The people and animals who lived in the area had significant experience with the NPF'ers, so they knew to seek shelter when they saw them coming. The amount of collateral damage they could inflict when out on a quest was the stuff of legend. They were treated with the kind of wariness given to any kind of free roving natural disaster waiting to happen.

Mumblings about how most living things run away screaming at the sight of organised groups of NPF'ers aside, Arhra had everyone make a landing some distance away from the Gate. It had been proven to be cradled in a ring of mountains and was miles across. Their erstwhile leader had made it very clear that flying too close to the Gate itself was suicide.

With much grumbling about the trek across the rough terrain, they crested the top of the ridge and looked down into the valley the Gate was built in and got a nasty surprise. There, swarming like vermin in makeshift encampments were what could only be described as cultists.

Looking a little closer, it seemed they were trying a little too hard to look like cultists. Some were clad in makeshift robes, black, deep red and purple predominating. They were absolutely bedecked in garish trinkets, some truely bizarre and horrible looking talismans right alongside what looked like cheap plastic. A profusion of different, supposedly diabolically significant symbols clashed with no thought or pattern to their organisation.

These were not cultists, these were cultist wannabes. Deemed unfit to join even the most accepting of cults, even as cannon fodder and general minions. Despite their overwhelming passion for forbidden lore, they couldn't recognise it if an Elder God wandered up to them and dumped a book of its maddening prophecies in their laps.

Still, they didn't pause to ask questions, a number raised a number of assorted weapons (genuine sacrificial knives the magazine said!) and charged. Others chanted nonsense while they scuffed inlegible designs in the ground, grabbed at talismans, mumbled poorly spelt phrases from tomes and generally looked like idiots. It was going to be a bloodbath...

OOC: Apologies for the slight delay. The swarm of cultist wannabes is a Cakewalk. Feel free to bathe in their blood.

[Skyshot]

Muffled laughter was heard from Skyshot, who looked with both amusement and bemusement upon the hordes of weirdos heading their way.

"What god or gods do these people think they serve?" he asked nobody in particular, nonetheless hoping for an answer. "Well, there's only one way to deal with a horde of fake cultists."

"Point and laugh?"

"Beg for a handout?"

"Introduce them to your gods?"

Skyshot took up Nightstorm and gripped it two-handed, awaiting the swarms heading their way.

"Vigorous caning."

[Flarecobra]

I landed, and chuckled. "Awwww....How cute! Perhaps when we're done we can take some home as pets. Or slave labor at least." I said, getting my spear.