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

[PyrosNine]

When the Duck-Cycle arrived, Pyros was aghast. "What in the BLAZES are you doing? They've not done anything wrong! Nor are they even capable of it!"

He leapt from the vehicle and drew his sword. The viciousness of the attack done by those he traveled with was just appalling. Cultists lay left in right, in agony or in bloody pieces.

Something had to be done, or else Pyros would go mad. With a light start, he was a blur that bowled into the cultists. Like the many times before, he'd have to 'save' them. With a sweep of his blade into the ground, the resulting tear of wind and earth swept dozens of the cultists away like a wave. With right and left movements, he continued using the ground sweeps like a broom to gather the poor cultists into piles that could safely be tucked away. Maybe he could find a giant rug or something...

[Darth SS]

Darth looked at the hideous vomit monstrosity that was, partially at least, his fault.

"Groovy."

He fumbled around in his stash of stuff. There were some things he always had with him. Duct tape was on. A little bottle of febreeze was another. Baking Soda was the last. Unfortunately, he only had a little baggie with him.

"I got a baggie of baking soda! Will that help!?

He backhanded a cultist with his invisible arm. The cultist was waving around some kind of reliquary. Darth took this time to notice that there was, in fact, a hand protruding from the cultist's stomach. Some hideous monstrosity pulled it's way out, and Darth noticed it kind of vaguely resembled Pyros. Truly hideous.

It look at Pyros and growled "Mama." Then it noted Pyros was killing everything. Cultists, women, children, testers. It decided to imitate Pyros, and pounced onto Darth. Darth flung the baggy of baking soda to Syttulg, then got his hands up to hold the hideous beast's fangs away from his throat.

He rolled to the left, then to the right. As he did so, it freed his ghost arm to grab his combat dagger. He rolled back to the right, placing the blade up to the thing's stomach. It sliced the stomach open, letting entrails slough out. Darth stood as it convulsed in pain and punted it into the vomit creature.

"Hey! Wait a minute! I ordered the chicken! That is clearly beef in there! The restaurant lied!"

[Premmy]

well, what exactly did you think was going to happen? really?Do I even need to describe the violence that took place when Premonitions arrived? oh all right. uhhh.... he jumped in and started cutting up anything he could find, then he started firing wildly in all areas, then he fire dashed through a row of them, typical maniacal laughter, then more sword slashing, then he stopped to eat an apple, then more slashing, still more slashing more slashing, then he jumped back on the carpet and ate another apple. Jeeze, you'd think you we'rent paying attention the last few RP's

[mauve]

Mauve grasped Fenris' offered hand and exited the vehicle, delicately stepping around the little puddles of blood that had already been spilled by her friends. (Some of it appeared to be red paint; it seemed as though the cultists had been drawing some summoning circles before the fight began, but were too squeamish to use the real stuff.)

"Thanks, Fenris," she said as she placed her hat back on her head. "Oh, watch out." Calmly she yanked his arm, pulling him sideways as a chunk of gore flew through the space he had just occupied and impacted with the car with a messy shluck! sound.

"See, now that Krylo's not around there's no chance I'll get splattered with carnage," she said. "Meaning I'm better at dodging it. I think I could get to like this."

Her eyes washed over the crowd of cultist wannabes, and the NPFers who were currently slicing through the masses like warm knives through butter. Mauve grimaced slightly as a lone arm landed at her feet, detached from its body. Warm knives through bloody, organ-filled butter.

"Well, let's start the carnage-fest," she said briskly, rolling up her sleeves. She made a motion as though throwing some invisible baseball at one of the cultists. A ball of flames left her palm and sailed through the air, growing larger and larger until it impacted with a black, spider-print robe. The unfortunate cultist ran around screaming as his clothes burst into flames, waving his arms around his head. The flames hadn't even penetrated the fabric, but he acted as though his skin was melting.

"Hehehee. Just like Star Wars Bounty Hunter," she said to herself, remembering the only redeeming quality of the entire game (namely setting random civilians on fire with Jango's flamethrower).

[Fenris]

Fenris looked at Mauve and laughed.

"Thanks, I owe ya one."

He then turned to the wannabe cultists, and pulled out his hammer and longknife. He extended the knife to about the length of a katana, and jumped into the fray, basically making sure that he hadn't rusted any since he last had to do combat.

[Tarrin]

Three more cultists fell to the ground, To look at them noone would tell how they died, Not a mark was on their bodies only the empty look in their eyse gave the hint of their demise.

Tarrin swung the spear again, The cultist watched it pass thu his body no mark left by it's passage.
No sooner had the spear passed the victim than his soul was destroyed and the physical body fell an empty hust and nothing more.

"Graaaa....Tink" A cultist stabed into Tarrins stomach, Pulling back the blade he could see it was bent,
"Even if i wasn't melded with an armidillo right now,Tthe fact that you just stabed me with a pewter dagger is rediculis." A backhand hit the foe in the jaw snaping his neck with great force.

[GARUD]

Garud spotd the jiant mob, hoo wheren't eve n desreving o god speling and gramor...

...but they would get it anyway. Garud held his will in check and swooped in the centre of the giant group of cultist wannabe's. There, he formed a dark aura using sorcery and decided to start absorbing their life energy. Now if only he could provoke them...

"Hey, you guys are so terrible that Scientology won't take you in!"

That did it. The demon slayer was targeted and attacked from all sides. But these guys were weak. He beat them down with his staff, and used their own jagged sacraficial knives to rake out their intestines, following by feeding them with it.

"Oww... my neck."

"Why, dark Magus, why?"

"Mmm... tastes like sausage."

With every death, he gained sacraficial energy for a ritual, which would result in a big spell. In other words, the cultists were screwed.

[Bailey]

Syttulg threw the baggie into the creature with his unwounded hand, and watched as a tiny erruption occurred.

Overall, however, this only seemed to make the puke-beast angry.

Syttulg outran the sluggish monstrosity until his arm was healed, at which point the nannites set to work producing more baking soda for him to throw.

After a series of miniature eruptions, all that was left of the creature was the skeletal remains of the cultists who had accidentally summoned it.

"Thanks for the help there!" He called out to Darth SS.

[Dragonsbane]

A dark ripple of necromantic energy, a faint black smudge in the air, spread out from the center of the massacre, blighting the ground and sinking into the corpses. One by one, zombies rose, their robes swaying in the sudden, deathly chill, breeze.

Dragonsbane smiles, as the zombies obediently walked past to form neat, disciplined rows, directing a grin at Flare, "Wonderful work, General. I am very proud of you."

[Flarecobra]

"Eh, figured that they'd at least make good training dummies for new recruits." I said, smashing one across the chest with my tail, and sent him flying back into Syttulg.