Post by The Authors on Jun 10, 2010 19:02:41 GMT -5
Vote Count
Pinkies (10):story 15, peeker 16, Mahaloth 21, Total 22, Cookies 38, Normal 42, Moley 59, SisC 79, sinjin 82, story 88, guiri 92, fisheroo 94, peeker 146, moley 208
story (8): Pinkies 18, BillMc 19, Pleonast 35,Drain 36, mitchy 44, Drain 125, SisC 134, Zeriel 181, blockey 192, Moley 204
Drain (0):story 41
peeker (0):Drain 84
Not Voting (0):
Assail
2 days since the beginning ot the Convergence
The third day of the Convergence was a contentious one. Like the previous two Days, it began with a heated accusation and an early consensus. But this time, there was heavy opposition to the main candidate.
"You fools!" cried BillMc. "Can't you see that this vote has been engineered by storyteller? If we do not stand against this conspiracy today, we will have no power to stop it tomorrow!"
"Conspiracy?" scoffed storyteller. "This is no conspiracy. Pinkies has admitted to being our enemy. We cannot leave him alive."
"You're all voting in concert," retorted Drain Bead. "You've clearly arranged this ahead of time."
"If we had arranged this behind the scenes this argument would be irrelevant," nphase pointed out. "We'd already have the votes that we'd need."
On and on the arguments went, until finally storyteller and Captain Pinkies both found themselves at the courtyard of the Azath. The crucial vote belonged to Moley: would he choose to save storyteller, or would he throw both of them to the Azath?
Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Moley came to his decision and pointed at Pinkies. "No!" Pinkies screamed, but Mahaloth and peeker both grabbed him by a shoulder and threw him to the Azath.
The Azath was eager for a new victim this day. As Pinkies skidded along the rough earth, a score of vines burst through the ground, seeking him out. Pinkies drew himself back up to his knees, and then in one fluid motion that belied his age, he unsheathed his two-handed greatsword and hacked through the vines seeking to engulf him. Pinkies quickly got back up to his feet, and then spun and severed the vines seeking his unprotected back with a quick slice.
The immediate threat dealt with, Pinkies broke into a run. A second set of vines burst from the ground. Pinkies tried to slash through them on the run, but he missed several and they caught him by the left arm.
"Chained One!" he roared. "Aid me!" The air became think with the stench of Chaotic power, and the vines holding Pinkies withered. He wrenched himself free of the blackened creepers and continued his dash for freedom. Several Ascendants started to run around the perimeter of the Azath, intending to head him off, but their efforts were rendered moot. Unseen by Pinkies, a hand clutching a rope burst through the ground near his feet, its flesh bone-white. The hand flung the rope towards Pinkies in a whipping motion, and it wrapped itself around Pinkies' neck. He let out strangled cry as the rope lassoed him to the ground. Immediately the Azath struck once more, vines tearing Pinkies' sword from his hands as others wrapped around his torso and pulled him underground.
Captain Pinkies AKA Kallor, Reaver in Chains, has once more fallen victim to his curse. He was a member of High House Chains.
With the day waning, the Ascendants dispersed nervously. Would the killer strike again? Who was to be his victim this day? The one known as Drain Bead began to barricade herself in her house. Those who saw her preparations blanched and quickly vacated the area, not wanting to be caught in the upcoming clash.
The killer struck quickly. Not fifteen minutes after Pinkies had succumbed to the Azath, sudden darkness engulfed the city once more. In that manifestation of pure Kurald Galain, the Ascendants heard the all-too-familar sound of the creak of an ancient wagon, the groans of the countless slaves and the ringing of their chains, accompanied by a horrific scream.
With heavy hearts, the Ascendants congregated once more and returned to Drain Bead's house to investigate. They found absolutely the last thing they had ever expected to see.
Mahaloth AKA Anomander Rake, Knight of Darkness (Day Serial Killer), is dead.
He was a member of the Lords of Chaos and the Sitting Duck Clan.
Lords of Chaos was his Primary Clan.
The Ascendants stared in bewilderment and shock at the corpose of the Son of Darkness, empty scabbard at his back. Finally they collected themselves and began to split up once more, when nphase's voice broke through the silence. "Where is his sword?"
The Elder God Draconus began to forge Dragnipur in the time before Light. The sword comprises a warren of its own. Within that warren is contained the Gate to Kurald Galain, Elder Warren of Darkness. Since the beginning of time, the Gate has been sought by the forces of Chaos. Should Chaos gain the Gate and infect Kurald Galain, it might finally have enough power to overwhelm the forces of Order and consume the realms. Draconus forged Dragnipur to protect the Gate. Within the sword, the Gate is borne upon a wagon pulled by the souls of those who have fallen to Dragnipur. The sword confers appalling power own its bearer -- and now it has gone missing.
Pinkies (10):
story (8): Pinkies 18, BillMc 19, Pleonast 35,
Drain (0):
peeker (0):
Not Voting (0):
Assail
2 days since the beginning ot the Convergence
The third day of the Convergence was a contentious one. Like the previous two Days, it began with a heated accusation and an early consensus. But this time, there was heavy opposition to the main candidate.
"You fools!" cried BillMc. "Can't you see that this vote has been engineered by storyteller? If we do not stand against this conspiracy today, we will have no power to stop it tomorrow!"
"Conspiracy?" scoffed storyteller. "This is no conspiracy. Pinkies has admitted to being our enemy. We cannot leave him alive."
"You're all voting in concert," retorted Drain Bead. "You've clearly arranged this ahead of time."
"If we had arranged this behind the scenes this argument would be irrelevant," nphase pointed out. "We'd already have the votes that we'd need."
On and on the arguments went, until finally storyteller and Captain Pinkies both found themselves at the courtyard of the Azath. The crucial vote belonged to Moley: would he choose to save storyteller, or would he throw both of them to the Azath?
Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Moley came to his decision and pointed at Pinkies. "No!" Pinkies screamed, but Mahaloth and peeker both grabbed him by a shoulder and threw him to the Azath.
The Azath was eager for a new victim this day. As Pinkies skidded along the rough earth, a score of vines burst through the ground, seeking him out. Pinkies drew himself back up to his knees, and then in one fluid motion that belied his age, he unsheathed his two-handed greatsword and hacked through the vines seeking to engulf him. Pinkies quickly got back up to his feet, and then spun and severed the vines seeking his unprotected back with a quick slice.
The immediate threat dealt with, Pinkies broke into a run. A second set of vines burst from the ground. Pinkies tried to slash through them on the run, but he missed several and they caught him by the left arm.
"Chained One!" he roared. "Aid me!" The air became think with the stench of Chaotic power, and the vines holding Pinkies withered. He wrenched himself free of the blackened creepers and continued his dash for freedom. Several Ascendants started to run around the perimeter of the Azath, intending to head him off, but their efforts were rendered moot. Unseen by Pinkies, a hand clutching a rope burst through the ground near his feet, its flesh bone-white. The hand flung the rope towards Pinkies in a whipping motion, and it wrapped itself around Pinkies' neck. He let out strangled cry as the rope lassoed him to the ground. Immediately the Azath struck once more, vines tearing Pinkies' sword from his hands as others wrapped around his torso and pulled him underground.
Captain Pinkies AKA Kallor, Reaver in Chains, has once more fallen victim to his curse. He was a member of High House Chains.
With the day waning, the Ascendants dispersed nervously. Would the killer strike again? Who was to be his victim this day? The one known as Drain Bead began to barricade herself in her house. Those who saw her preparations blanched and quickly vacated the area, not wanting to be caught in the upcoming clash.
The killer struck quickly. Not fifteen minutes after Pinkies had succumbed to the Azath, sudden darkness engulfed the city once more. In that manifestation of pure Kurald Galain, the Ascendants heard the all-too-familar sound of the creak of an ancient wagon, the groans of the countless slaves and the ringing of their chains, accompanied by a horrific scream.
With heavy hearts, the Ascendants congregated once more and returned to Drain Bead's house to investigate. They found absolutely the last thing they had ever expected to see.
Mahaloth AKA Anomander Rake, Knight of Darkness (Day Serial Killer), is dead.
He was a member of the Lords of Chaos and the Sitting Duck Clan.
Lords of Chaos was his Primary Clan.
The Ascendants stared in bewilderment and shock at the corpose of the Son of Darkness, empty scabbard at his back. Finally they collected themselves and began to split up once more, when nphase's voice broke through the silence. "Where is his sword?"
The Elder God Draconus began to forge Dragnipur in the time before Light. The sword comprises a warren of its own. Within that warren is contained the Gate to Kurald Galain, Elder Warren of Darkness. Since the beginning of time, the Gate has been sought by the forces of Chaos. Should Chaos gain the Gate and infect Kurald Galain, it might finally have enough power to overwhelm the forces of Order and consume the realms. Draconus forged Dragnipur to protect the Gate. Within the sword, the Gate is borne upon a wagon pulled by the souls of those who have fallen to Dragnipur. The sword confers appalling power own its bearer -- and now it has gone missing.