NPF Avatars: The Journey of a lifetime

[Fenris]

As all of this action was going on, Fenris decided to at least stay out of any conflict.

"I'm so confused..." he muttered to himself.

[Incendius]

You need to follow the path of flames The voice resounded, seemingly answering the question of the Mage of Mauve. In the distance the splashing waves and surf crashing against a cliff could be heard, and the smell of salt and a beach was in the air. In the distance a seagul sounded cawing in alarm and fright. The bird was even glimpsed for an instant, flying through the air as fast as it possibly could, seemingly fleeing from an enemy that could not be noticed from there. Its flight even seemed poetic, its pinions rustling in the wind its body strait and rigid, its beak extended outwards in a regal procession against a clear blue sky with lazy white clouds in the distance. This beautific and picturesque view was ruined however by two things that had come unforseen. One of which was a shout.

YOU STUPID BIRD, DIE, HAHAHAHAHAH! The shout was horrible sounding and grating, like nails against a chakboard, and it was quickly followed wit the laughter of many many more such grating voices, and also a rock. Now this rock, it was strange, in that the rock flew almost as fast as a bullet, and it appeared to be on fire. Sadly the rock collided with the seagul and went up a very soft stop, though the seagul probably didn't care with how it exploded and its body parts spread everyone, most landing in the vicinity of the NPF group. A head crested the ridge and the skyline, a head that was burning and on fire without any seeming pain to the user. The voice called out ITS THEM, GET THOSE WEAKLINGS!

Apparently, the path of flames, means the path of flamers.

[Fenris]

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ..." Fenris said, grabbing his hammer.

"Why can't we ever get a moment's worth of peace?" he said aloud as he got ready to attack the beast.

[PyrosNine]

Pyros smiled deeply, and for the life of him couldn't stop. This would probably prove problematic in the future, but until then he was showing off his pearly whites as Rhiya sat upon him.

When the seagulls appeared, Pyros became aware of a following. "Oh. There they are."

The flamer hordes had all been assembled dangerously close to one another, and had been directed to wait before the Mashirosen. This was quite cunning, to slow us down with petty battles while Raiden or whomever could run about robbing the place.

Pyros sighed. "Well guys, I'm afraid I can't do much against them. It's not that I'm incapable, because I can combust them all with but a thought, but I swore many years back not to interfere with my lesser fire minion's actions."

Pyros floated up and let Rhiya off. He pulled out a copy of "The color of Magic" and started reading.

"So for this battle, you're without my destructive help. Sorry!"

[POS Industries]

"The gods themselves position to do war, my people! Now is the time to find out what it truly means to live, for the end may soon be upon us!"

POS never quite got tired of this, but tonight was something special. Usually, this particular man would stand on the street corner, being mostly ignored by the populace, but now everyone around had suddenly decided to take heed. Indeed, this man came bearing a message from on high.

In more ways than one.

The Space Pope's particular brand of religion had always intrigued POS. Not because he had any desire for salvation, mind you, but because he found the prospect of chemically-induced spirituality to be exceptionally amusing. No one really knew where this man, clad in attire that found a happy medium between papal and pimp (accentuated by the phrase "Popin' Ain't Easy" scrawled in gold across his back), had come from, but theories ranged from the past, the future, an abundance of alien worlds, and even somewhere in rural Indiana. None of this really mattered, of course. He was a prophet for profit, and POS could certainly respect that.

Tonight, however, there was a fire in his words. Literally.

"The heralds of chaos have risen, brothers and sisters," the Space Pope cried out, "and their bodies burn bright with the flames of destruction. Yay, their plague of fire threatens us all, but fear them not! No, dear citizens, they are but merely harbingers of the greater end, but their time is fleeting. They serve one god, but there are others who are without tolerance and will wash these fiends away in a great wave of justice! We will have victory this day, my people, but we must eat, drink, be merry, smoke 'em if you got 'em, and make sweet, sweet love, for the end times are surely upon us! Word."

At this point, the crowd had gotten quite large, and POS began to feel that this was all getting a bit too trendy. He needed to get a move on, anyway. The others were most likely arriving at the Mashirosen, and he didn't want to be late. In fact, he already was behind schedule. He had only come into town for some new clothes, which he was happy to have acquired, but the sermon was added bonus, though rather time consuming.

Stopping in front of the local fire station, Pedro checked his new watch. "Sweet jumping crap," he gasped, "I really am late! I had better procure some transportation...."

[Truce]

Now faced with an army of flamers, Ecurt carefully thought about his options. While he had a weapon perfectly capable of dealing with them, it would just be troublesome to fight them, and he couldn't just leave Mauve and Twiddy alone, as drained of magic as they were. However, he just couldn't sit back and do nothing. There must be some way he could help.

"Oi," he said, grabbing Fenris by the collar as the hobo began to run off to attack. "I'm not letting you go out there with just a stupid hammer." Snatching the silver mallet from Fenris' hands, he took out the Uber Longknife from Rhiya's Baggy Pants™ and gave it to Fenris. Tossing the mallet in Newb's knapsack, he then shoved the hobo forward towards the flamers. "Now you're ready."

[Darth SS]

Darth's jaw dropped as he looked at the oncoming tide.

"Oh come on. I hate these guys."

He glanced mournfully at his XM8, then just stuck it in his backpack. Very slowly, he exhaled and found his centre. Kung-Fu time. Guns wouldn't help, they'd just bitch about how he wasn't a real-man, and was afraid of hand to hand. Plus, this way, he got all the satisfaction of hurting them, without having to pay ammo bills.

"Let's rock."

[Premmy]

He watched the flamers come in stunned silence. He watched everyone get ready , he watched Ecurt and Fenris. He ran over to the plushies and skided sideways to a stop. He looked at the drained Wizard and Mauve and began snickering. "heh-he-Hey Twiddy, Mauve CAN I KILL PEOPLE FOR YA?" He gave way to mad laughter again as he produced several motions sensor bombs(SSBM) and threw them out on the nonexistant line between them and the flamers. His voice became as normal as it could "You guys just get better, I've got this"

[Krylo]

Krylo looked out over the coming horde and his eye twitched slightly. He hated flamers. Everything else he could stand. Spam? Mildly annoying. Off topic posts? A mere inconvenience. Leet Speak? He had actually learned to read that fluently. But flaming? Flaming aroused in him a kind of rage that had lead to warningless bannings, people disappearing permanently with no warnings. Even if they had just been after him personally, it wouldn't have bothered him, but they were after his friends too.

Granted, it wasn't the blind rage caused by controlling one of his friend's minds and turning them into slaves for God only knows what nefarious purposes, but it was still angry enough to cause him to pull out his guns and fire before anyone could blink.

The first bullet landed directly between the eyes of the flamer who had suggested that the lesser forum life forms 'get' the NPFers, splattering his gray matter across the faces of those behind them. Granted, it was quickly burned away, but, all the same, the image was somewhat satisfying.

He then walked over to Mauve and Twiddy, standing directly between them and the horde, continuing to fire into them. One threw a flaming stone at Mauve, only to have it shot three times in rapid succession, directly on its nose, sending it back at the fool who had thrown it, and tearing off his own limb.

"I'd suggest you two huddle down as much as possible," Krylo said over his shoulder as he shot another projectile out of the air, and planted three bullets in the chest of the flamer who had thrown it, "Just incase I miss one."

[mauve]

OC: Blast! Ninja'd by Krylo!

The Wizard spoke to the Pink-Clothed-One in the same dead voice, “Hey, Mauve, a little hand here?”

Mauve tore her eyes away from the flaming horde to look at the semi-conscious Wizard. As much as it might have tickled her to leave him like that in the middle of a flamer attack, she knew the action would only spell doom for herself in the end. Stupid karma.

She closed her eyes for a moment, measuring her magic reserves. The ether potion was doing it's job; her MP levels were already rising. She had enough to heal the Wizard. Whether that was a good thing was debatable.

"Cura!" Mauve commanded, pointing at the Wizard. That should do the trick.

Taking the advice of Krylo and Premonitions, Mauve decided to leave the flamers to the others for the time being. She hunched over the plushie and instead just enjoyed the fireworks.