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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 27, 2015 20:14:52 GMT
Shifter TAC: 31 The fortifications are handled with urgency and attention to detail. Shifter, despite his unpopularity, is blessed with the rare ability to lead men in combat. Noone questions his decisions yet knows what he demands. A few hours later, when the Collector's forces arrive, the Iron King's forces have put up sturdy enough obstacles to make the presumed captain at the vanguard call a halt. The captain struggles to make a decision, unsure of who to call upon to do what, before bellowing, "Hail the Collector!" He is answered with a deafening shout. "HAIL THE COLLECTOR!', cries a few hundred Aetherians. The cry is not jubilant or even exhilarant, but a forced yell deprived of any emotion but fear and obligation.
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Post by Shifter on Feb 27, 2015 20:27:44 GMT
Shifter was back in his human form, he and his crew stood behind Martin's Magic Wall admiring the attacking on the other side of the big slope and the wooden barricades.
"Jacob, how long is your range?" He said, not taking his eyes from the Enemy General.
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Post by The Storyteller on Feb 27, 2015 20:30:41 GMT
"If they can hear me, they can die." He prepared to unlatch his mouthguard. "Everyone else should get behind me."
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Post by Shifter on Feb 27, 2015 20:35:43 GMT
"Then go... Do your trick, my friend." Shifter said, calling Jacob a friend left a bitter taste on his mouth, but in times of need strange things happen.
"Martin, Jacob is going through."
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Post by The Storyteller on Mar 7, 2015 4:28:40 GMT
Shifter TAC: 31 Jacob STR: 45 Martin STR: 29
Martin dropped the barrier for a moment, as Jacob stepped forward. He climbed atop one of the barricades and, with a silent gesture, warned his allies to prepare themselves. Shifter is quick enough to order Martin to strengthen his barriers and the others to move backwards.
Jacob's words are unintelligible to Shifter's ears. It is like hearing lightning try to enunciate. There is intent, but there is no understanding. The air, the ground, the trees, the soul itself, are cast aside by a great Aetherian wind. It is as if the Creator had taken a brush and marked out what had once been nearly a hundred lives, and simply... wiped them off the canvas is in preparation of something better.
Jacob collapses before the half a mile of nothing. He has never exercised his power in this fashion before, not on such a scale.
Martin's barrier is actually pushed back several feet by the yawp, along with Shifter's group. But afterwards, they are neither deaf nor dead.
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Post by Shifter on Mar 7, 2015 14:05:45 GMT
Shifter now faced a dilemma, he could quickly cross the barrier, risking his own life, to save the limp Jacob or he could leave the Aetherian to his fate and all his problems would be solved... Well, not all but many. "Fuck me..." He said, making his choice. Jacob was too good of an asset to be lost, even if it meant losing his position of trust. "Martin, barrier down... I'm going through." With a quick snap of his bones, Shifter turned into felines, with muscular legs and a strong jaw to carry Jacob's body.
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