I've been at the zombie camp for a while now and found no way out.I guess i'll stick around here for a while.The more I searched around the less zombies I saw.I headed to the middle of the zombie camp and saw it.Most of the zombies gathered around something."what the hell" I asked my self as I saw them walking through it, a portal.
(I feel like I'm getting WORSE at writing...)
I've been at the zombie camp for a while now and found no way out. I guess i'll stick around here for a while. The more I searched around the less zombies I saw. I headed to the middle of the zombie camp and saw it. Most of the zombies gathered around something. "what the hell" I asked my self as I saw them walking through it, a portal.
(I feel like I'm getting WORSE at writing...)
Yes you are, you forgot spaces after periods, fixed in revise post.
"Well I guess we'll stay afloat... though now for long if we don't continue repairs. Archer, N, keep this thing from ramming into the ground on it's own power. The rest of you, keep repairing the ship. The bottommost deck probably lost it's floor, so be careful fixing that. I'll stoke the engine."
With that Larkus slid down the ladder to the bottom deck. as he had imagined, the floor was gone for the most part, but nothing he couldn't traverse. He made it to the engine chamber, and began stoking the engines, opening the exhaust vents as he went......
Meanwhile.....
Wasp watched the Aetherian airship slowly chugging across the sky from atop a pine tree. He and his runed skeletons perched on the trees uppermost tier armed with heavy metal crossbows. He would never get used to this primitive technology of this land. But this Aetherian technology was intriguing. It was the most advanced he had seen of these people. Shame there were so few of their technology left, and even fewer of the people themselves. But it was his job to scuttle this ship and slay it's occupants. Wasp began to question the morality of this, but the feeling went away....
[Oh, and to keep everybody's alternate characters *cough*and Wolfy*cough* on the edge, I am authorizing full use of Steve for anybody who wants to play the villain. Your goal is to defeat/capture/kill Filly Gage Mist & all those guys. You start in the keep, and have command of Steve's full forces and undead hordes. (Or introduce another Commandant to stay or go, I do not care, as long as SOMETHING keeps this thread moving.)]
"Well, I feel like I deserve some more appreciation then that."
I swing over to the controls and start flicking things and punching buttons like crazy.
"You, Archie! Go down to the Engine Control Room, Its just above the engine on the 2nd to bottommost deck. Hit the green button, then adjust the valve till the 243 mark. Then, drop a call."
Deciding that his work was done, the archer decided to slip back into the shadows. But, as a shadow passed over him, he stared upwards as an airship passed right by. "Aetherian technology, but there are none left. Atleast, no purebloods." He grunted as he remembers how much the cross between aetherian and netherian has affected him. A few parts of him were disfigured, and his mind seemed like it had two personalitys. The two types were simply not compatible. One day, it would kill him. Worse, make him kill others. But until then, he helped as much as he could.
He thought for a moment, and tied a long rope to an arrow. He fired it, and hit the side of the shipe. He began to climb up.
"Aye, sir!" {Matthew ran over and grabbed his refurbished axe and a grappling hook, hooked it onto the ship, and slid down to get some wood. With the axe, he was able to get a lot of wood and stay with the rope hanging down from the ship. Once he thought he had enough, he started to scramble back up the rope to the broken belly of the ship.}
Oh, sad.) As the ship sailed, the Krusader was searching through the crates on board for a safe harness to repair the underside of the ship. He found long lengths of rope and a grappling hook. [i]That should work.[/i] He went down to the bottom of the ship with the spare wood from the previous repairs and attached the rope to himself and to a safe anchor. He used the hook to bring himself over to damaged areas and started replacing the planks. He noticed that Matthew was also doing the same thing. [i]More workers, faster repair.[/i] But Matthew was going off the ship! [i]What the nether does he think he's doing!?[/i] As he watched, he noticed another rope from the side of the ship that had another figure climbing up it. [i]Ok, seriously, what the nether! How many people are trying to get us?[/i]
*EDIT* What happened to your avatar, Olphraen?
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
The ship was sailing. The Sable was sailing. It was beautiful, but I couldn't get a good look off of the ship.
"That won't be hard to fix."
I dash upstairs and to the front of the ship. I pull back a hatch there and pull a lever on it. Instantly a control panel pops up with the wheel.
"That's better."
I notice a THUNK! into the side of the ship and race over to the edge. I see a little reinforced arrow attached to a rope and a person dangling off of it, climbing up.
"Who Are You?!"
---------Steve------------
"Hmph, Skeleton! Bring some Champagne, and make it Snappy!
So, scout, you say that Larkus isn't with Gage?"
"Y-Y-yes, sir." Said the Scout, obviously scared.
"Perfect, tell Ilratz to keep the place clean, were moving out."
I sighed. More attention was called then i had hoped. "My name," I said loudly "Is of which not even i know." I finish, climbing up the side. "Call me M." I say as i finally reach the top. "I am interested in how you Managed to make one of these ships fully functional. Most of them were in so bad condition not even a pure blood aetherian could make them fly." I say as i silently put away my own aetherian weaponry.
"Okay, M. This way." I say, waving in Archies direction
"I'm not surprised, personally. But, guess what?" I say, reaching for the computer. I then hit some things in the way I do and enter "N" on the database.
Name: N
Race: Pure Blooded Aetherian
Age: 62
Job: Unemployed
Origin: Something I can't tell you.
Last Edit: N 589/48/21
"I should have known. Only an aetherian would be able to start the ship, even if it was in working condition." I say as i stare out across the lands. Both the kingdoms could be seen in the distance. "Hm. We're getting quite high now. I worry we might be a target for the grandaul, if they spot us."
"That shouldn't be a problem, we have better weapons, due to the Aetherian weaponry in the Arms storage, plus, I could activate the Camo Circuit to disguise ourselves."
--------Steve----------
The air was thick, but pleasant to Steve, it reminded him of his target.
"Sigma-2, Set up camp. We attack them tomorrow."
Wasp watched from the hull of the ship as the crew huddled around the computer. Damn airship.... he thought as he nearly slipped off. He couldn't use his jets without risk of burning this whole thing down, which would not go down well with his superiors..... "Alright, I suppose it's now or never......", he whispered to his group of elite skeletons, crossbows still in hand. He loaded an explosive bolt into his cross bow, jumped off the ledge, activated his boots once several yards from the ship, and fired...
Meanwhile......
Larkus saw there were several of the ever-expanding crew gathered on the bridge. He saw they were all checking their profiles on the nether database. "So that thing still works? I never bothered to use it, considering how out of date it is.... Let me see..." Larkus went up to the screen and searched his name.
Name: Larkus T. Wander
Race: Aetherian/Letherian
Age: 11
Job: Student
Origin: Son of Jason D. Wander and Valerie Northwind, Aviators and Merchants
Last Edit: Jason D. Wander 538/11/13
(Your time system makes no sense to me. What is it year/day/month or something? If so...or not, thats some weird dating system :tongue.gif: But, considering how messed up time in Minecraft is......still I dunno...)
"*sigh* Same extremely out-of-date entry... Wait, what's this?" he said, scrolling down
Name: Jason D. Wander
Race: Pure-blood Aetherian
Age: 35
Job: Aviator
Origin: Son of (not important) and (not important), Aviators and Merchants
Last Edit: Jason D. Wander 538/11/13
Out of date, but considering his father was dead, it didn't matter. He thought of scrolling down but took the time to read it anyway. He continued to his mother.
The screen exploded, sending those standing around it into the walls of the bridge cabin. Larkus got up and drew his blade, just as a group of skeletal elites stormed into the room. He quickly disarmed and destroyed the skeletons, throwing any still-moving parts out of the newly-formed gash in the ship's hull. Then HE came.....no..... Larkus whispered so quietly only he could hear...
The man... at least he assumed it was a man, judging by the build of his suit, appeared to be some sort of advanced Juggernaut. This would be a challenge. "So, the Grandul have sent a new version of hunter after me, eh? Did they finally decided that no matter what they tacked-on to you, an veteran inferior model would be able to defeat a brand-new rookie?"
Wasp's only response was to extend his neo-blade, and ready his glove. So this time period has them too? Must've been the start of the program...... he thought to himself. By now, he saw, the others we're getting up. Better get this one quick. He launched himself at the Obsolete Traitor Juggernaut, his blade catching on the man's construct-sword......
(EXPLANATION!)
Juggernaut: To gain an edge against the Ci'diurian people, the Granduli Lord Jinter mixed Netherian Magic and Aetherian Technology to create near-invincible super-soldiers called Juggernauts out of the several of the higher-ups in the Granduli Commandant. One such examples would be Larkus. (The references to enhancements were intentional, I intended to come out with this for awhile, just waiting for a good opportunity... :tongue.gif:
News from the future: In the future, Juggernaut armor is distributed to all marines of the Grandi Confederacy. Wasp is one such example.
Oh, and unless you're also a former Granduli commandant, and a high-ranking one at that (like Steve high) *inhales deeply* YOU CANT HAVE ONE!
God that was a wall of text...... I need some time to cool down my brain, and read more science fiction novels (read about 4 last week in my tiny amount of spare time)
Edit: Rofl, Steve high. Only Larkus and Jinter are as high as Steve XD
(Not really though :tongue.gif:)
Oh and Olpharen.... we're still in medieval times.. although with steampunk and magic..... FANTASY, THAT'S RIGHT! Why would Steve talk like he's some cliche Spec Ops soldier?
He had just finished up his repairs in the half of the floor that he could reach. He had run out of wood, so he decided to climb back up and get to the upper floors. He heard an explosion right after he untied himself from the harness. What the nether is going on up there? He started up but stopped when he saw, from below, what was on the ship. A Juggernaught? Holy Notch! We are in trouble.
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
Oh and Olpharen.... we're still in medieval times.. although with steampunk and magic..... FANTASY, THAT'S RIGHT! Why would Steve talk like he's some cliche Spec Ops soldier?
(He named his soldiers, or something. My brain was fried when I wrote that so...)
An explosion rings in my ears. The database checker sends glass everywhere. And it also somehow made some font bigger, and red. I didn't know explosions could do that. He looks worried, but I already knew he was an assassin, there all that paranoid. And then a giant looming shadow, and the armor, came into view. "A juggernaut, really?" Do I sneak over to Archie and whisper, "You're an assassin, assassinate him." And I pass him an Aetherian ShockKnife. (A nifty thing that not only stabs but releases two shockwaves from the tip. One is an electric shock, followed by a seismic shock.) "I found it in the hull, it's still a prototype but it should work. I'll distract him, if I kill him, oops." And I pull out a gun. (Steampunk one, of course.) And fire into the guy's suit. The weakpoints of his suit, with utmost precision. "Being a certified Gunslinger really helps in times like this. But then again, guns are kind of a lost art."
Crain wakes to the sound of an explosion. "What was that??"" he asks. He rushes out with his new compainian to search for the cause. The air ship rocks again and crain and spider are tossed over board. " FUUUUUUUUuuuuuu....." is all that is hear as Crain vanishes off of the airship
I've been at the zombie camp for a while now and found no way out.I guess i'll stick around here for a while.The more I searched around the less zombies I saw.I headed to the middle of the zombie camp and saw it.Most of the zombies gathered around something."what the hell" I asked my self as I saw them walking through it, a portal.
(I feel like I'm getting WORSE at writing...)
Yes you are, you forgot spaces after periods, fixed in revise post.
Jk
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
"Well I guess we'll stay afloat... though now for long if we don't continue repairs. Archer, N, keep this thing from ramming into the ground on it's own power. The rest of you, keep repairing the ship. The bottommost deck probably lost it's floor, so be careful fixing that. I'll stoke the engine."
With that Larkus slid down the ladder to the bottom deck. as he had imagined, the floor was gone for the most part, but nothing he couldn't traverse. He made it to the engine chamber, and began stoking the engines, opening the exhaust vents as he went......
Meanwhile.....
Wasp watched the Aetherian airship slowly chugging across the sky from atop a pine tree. He and his runed skeletons perched on the trees uppermost tier armed with heavy metal crossbows. He would never get used to this primitive technology of this land. But this Aetherian technology was intriguing. It was the most advanced he had seen of these people. Shame there were so few of their technology left, and even fewer of the people themselves. But it was his job to scuttle this ship and slay it's occupants. Wasp began to question the morality of this, but the feeling went away....
[Oh, and to keep everybody's alternate characters *cough*and Wolfy*cough* on the edge, I am authorizing full use of Steve for anybody who wants to play the villain. Your goal is to defeat/capture/kill Filly Gage Mist & all those guys. You start in the keep, and have command of Steve's full forces and undead hordes. (Or introduce another Commandant to stay or go, I do not care, as long as SOMETHING keeps this thread moving.)]
EDIT: (Oh and Steve can't die.)
"Well, I feel like I deserve some more appreciation then that."
I swing over to the controls and start flicking things and punching buttons like crazy.
"You, Archie! Go down to the Engine Control Room, Its just above the engine on the 2nd to bottommost deck. Hit the green button, then adjust the valve till the 243 mark. Then, drop a call."
I pull a Transmitter thing that looks like this:
And flick it to him,
"When you're done with that, drop a call.
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
He thought for a moment, and tied a long rope to an arrow. He fired it, and hit the side of the shipe. He began to climb up.
[[I am honestly bored with hadrian.]]
*EDIT* What happened to your avatar, Olphraen?
"That won't be hard to fix."
I dash upstairs and to the front of the ship. I pull back a hatch there and pull a lever on it. Instantly a control panel pops up with the wheel.
"That's better."
I notice a THUNK! into the side of the ship and race over to the edge. I see a little reinforced arrow attached to a rope and a person dangling off of it, climbing up.
"Who Are You?!"
---------Steve------------
"Hmph, Skeleton! Bring some Champagne, and make it Snappy!
So, scout, you say that Larkus isn't with Gage?"
"Y-Y-yes, sir." Said the Scout, obviously scared.
"Perfect, tell Ilratz to keep the place clean, were moving out."
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
Why not?
RP Time.......later
"I'm not surprised, personally. But, guess what?" I say, reaching for the computer. I then hit some things in the way I do and enter "N" on the database.
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
--------Steve----------
The air was thick, but pleasant to Steve, it reminded him of his target.
"Sigma-2, Set up camp. We attack them tomorrow."
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
Meanwhile......
Larkus saw there were several of the ever-expanding crew gathered on the bridge. He saw they were all checking their profiles on the nether database. "So that thing still works? I never bothered to use it, considering how out of date it is.... Let me see..." Larkus went up to the screen and searched his name.
(Your time system makes no sense to me. What is it year/day/month or something? If so...or not, thats some weird dating system :tongue.gif: But, considering how messed up time in Minecraft is......still I dunno...)
"*sigh* Same extremely out-of-date entry... Wait, what's this?" he said, scrolling down
Out of date, but considering his father was dead, it didn't matter. He thought of scrolling down but took the time to read it anyway. He continued to his mother.
The screen exploded, sending those standing around it into the walls of the bridge cabin. Larkus got up and drew his blade, just as a group of skeletal elites stormed into the room. He quickly disarmed and destroyed the skeletons, throwing any still-moving parts out of the newly-formed gash in the ship's hull. Then HE came.....no..... Larkus whispered so quietly only he could hear...
The man... at least he assumed it was a man, judging by the build of his suit, appeared to be some sort of advanced Juggernaut. This would be a challenge. "So, the Grandul have sent a new version of hunter after me, eh? Did they finally decided that no matter what they tacked-on to you, an veteran inferior model would be able to defeat a brand-new rookie?"
Wasp's only response was to extend his neo-blade, and ready his glove. So this time period has them too? Must've been the start of the program...... he thought to himself. By now, he saw, the others we're getting up. Better get this one quick. He launched himself at the Obsolete Traitor Juggernaut, his blade catching on the man's construct-sword......
(EXPLANATION!)
Juggernaut: To gain an edge against the Ci'diurian people, the Granduli Lord Jinter mixed Netherian Magic and Aetherian Technology to create near-invincible super-soldiers called Juggernauts out of the several of the higher-ups in the Granduli Commandant. One such examples would be Larkus. (The references to enhancements were intentional, I intended to come out with this for awhile, just waiting for a good opportunity... :tongue.gif:
News from the future: In the future, Juggernaut armor is distributed to all marines of the Grandi Confederacy. Wasp is one such example.
Oh, and unless you're also a former Granduli commandant, and a high-ranking one at that (like Steve high) *inhales deeply* YOU CANT HAVE ONE!
Edit: Rofl, Steve high. Only Larkus and Jinter are as high as Steve XD
(Not really though :tongue.gif:)
Oh and Olpharen.... we're still in medieval times.. although with steampunk and magic..... FANTASY, THAT'S RIGHT! Why would Steve talk like he's some cliche Spec Ops soldier?
(He named his soldiers, or something. My brain was fried when I wrote that so...)
An explosion rings in my ears. The database checker sends glass everywhere. And it also somehow made some font bigger, and red. I didn't know explosions could do that. He looks worried, but I already knew he was an assassin, there all that paranoid. And then a giant looming shadow, and the armor, came into view. "A juggernaut, really?" Do I sneak over to Archie and whisper, "You're an assassin, assassinate him." And I pass him an Aetherian ShockKnife. (A nifty thing that not only stabs but releases two shockwaves from the tip. One is an electric shock, followed by a seismic shock.) "I found it in the hull, it's still a prototype but it should work. I'll distract him, if I kill him, oops." And I pull out a gun. (Steampunk one, of course.) And fire into the guy's suit. The weakpoints of his suit, with utmost precision. "Being a certified Gunslinger really helps in times like this. But then again, guns are kind of a lost art."
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
..........
Wait what? Larkus's, or Larkus's Commander? And that would be who? Jinter? ?