Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2009 7:04:53 GMT -5
Davis crouched upon the very edge of that little slice from another dimension, it was curious how the thing had just interposed itself from one reality to another. It was not seamless of course, one could clearly see where the desert of another world entirely fought and gave way to the more natural terrain of the outskirts. But it was melded so closely the hand of God himself could have pressed it down into the face of the planet, there to stay forevermore. He sniffed softly, his enhanced sense of smell savouring the rich scents resplendent all about him. The moon was high, its face full, this was a night for violence, even God’s little creatures knew it, the area being quiet, the usual rustlings and calls of nocturnal predators being somewhat dimmed. They sensed their betters were on the prowl and as such they knew to fear the way they had always done before. Yes, tonight was the night to revive a tradition from the fallen world of man…Tonight he and his fellows would be doing a spot of trick or treating. Those from another world did not know of Halloween, did not know of the mischief and other more sinister activities associated with the night…But tonight they were going to learn…
The others would be behind him now, or approaching fast, given that he had gone ahead to scout the way forwards. With them they carried all that they would need for this little venture. They had the double ended torches he had made from lengths of wood and oil soaked rags, perfect for the task at hand. But more importantly two of them carried with them something potent, something borne of Davis’s study of the protein based life forms of man and the school of chemical warfare, something that had the ability to heap great misery upon those who sought to make the denizens of this dimension little more than slaves and play things… Yes… Not long now… Even as the others approached from his six, the former Black Omega Commander looked down at the site he had chosen, laid out before him in the monotone colours of his dark vision. It seemed almost peaceful, the darkened scene of rural life completely at odds with the havoc he and his pack were about to bring to this place…
The conditions were perfect, the darkness was their ally and given the nature of their target and their intention, resistance would be minimal. Sure there was a great force of Angels in the fortress, but by the time they reacted and reached the scene, Davis and his lot would be long gone, howling into the night. No, here they would find the slaves, those Angels that lived a more agricultural life and likely a few militant fields overseers. It mattered little, they would murder any that crossed their paths. Barring the slaves of course, them they would free. Another element of chaos to be added to the plan… Davis the liberator… Who would have thought that…? Unseen in the darkness Davis allowed himself one those wry little smirks of his. The kind that only graced his face when he was about to find trouble or more likely trouble was going to find him, given its unerring ability to seemingly know exactly where he was at all times…
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Some time ago…In a chamber under a mountain…
Using the vicious combat knife that had laid open the throats and ended the lives of so very many, Davis drew out his plans to end yet more lives, to those who would help him in his blood thirsty endeavour. The blade drew lines in the earth, outlining the battlefield at hand and the objectives there in, as the others gathered around to watch and learn their place in the order of battle. Microscopic cogs in his catastrophic plan… Smaller squares represented fields of crops, rectangles the odd outbuildings he had seen present and curved lines speaking of the complex irrigation system that fed the crops and indeed the fortress, the precious stuff of life. Water, common to both man and these invaders.. He spoke slowly, explaining what each shape in the dirt meant and what importance it held for them. There were two main objectives here, three if you counted the personal imperative to get ones arse home in one piece that each man silently issued himself on behalf of family, friends and lovers at the start of each operation…
Their objectives. Simple really, one massive display of wanton savagery and the other, while being largely unnoticeable would be no less deadly and if anything would have a far more wider ranging impact. To this end he continued to speak, slowly and surely so that all would know their place and none would be confused. “I require two groups… The larger of the two will be lead directly by myself and will include everyone but Crystal and Magda… It will be our job to take Man’s red fire and put it to the precious crops the Angels are growing here… I want an inferno, people. I want this fire to rage so long and so high that the Gods in the Heavens take notice of us… From this group I am expecting no less than gratuitous fucking violence upon anything with wings that crosses your path… Any slaves you find, cut their bonds, set them loose at their former masters and fields overseers… We’ll let the lord of chaos rule this night…”
He turned then, to his group of two, ancient monster and venomous bitch of the modern age, taking a moment to banish an image of having them both at the same time from his head before speaking. Well suited they were to this task, but it would not have done to have been thinking with his dick while he was laying it out to them… “You two…While we are causing merry hell in the fields and drawing their eyes to us…It will be your job to take these here barrels and empty their contents into the irrigation system… That there is Cadmium, mixed with a few other nasty by products that gather in the base of mines like this… It is a heavy metal, which means once it is in the water, it won’t wash out and will continue to be deadly for decades… Colourless, odourless and tasteless, this is nasty stuff, causes hair loss, hallucinations, muscle wasting and renal failure amongst other things…”
He had paused then, letting the implications of what they were about to do sink in before continuing to speak a moment later. “This will have the effect of weakening our foe and forcing them to come out from behind the walls of the city out into our group to find food and water to feed their invasion force and their slaves… Behind their walls they have the advantage. But out in the city, in the land of our world, the land we have bled and fought for…We are strong, we have the advantage and we will make a ruin of our enemy upon deserted streets of asphalt…”
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They were coming now, not long at all, with that in mind, Davis slipped off his sole garment in, coming to crouch naked in preparation for the shift to the form he had chosen for the task at hand… No long now…
(OOC: This is the start of the war plot for the war with the Angels. We have permission to be here from Admins and Omar. Please keep in mind that this is a quick commando style raid into this location as such there should not be too many Angels around to react and certainly no massive armies to come at us.)
The others would be behind him now, or approaching fast, given that he had gone ahead to scout the way forwards. With them they carried all that they would need for this little venture. They had the double ended torches he had made from lengths of wood and oil soaked rags, perfect for the task at hand. But more importantly two of them carried with them something potent, something borne of Davis’s study of the protein based life forms of man and the school of chemical warfare, something that had the ability to heap great misery upon those who sought to make the denizens of this dimension little more than slaves and play things… Yes… Not long now… Even as the others approached from his six, the former Black Omega Commander looked down at the site he had chosen, laid out before him in the monotone colours of his dark vision. It seemed almost peaceful, the darkened scene of rural life completely at odds with the havoc he and his pack were about to bring to this place…
The conditions were perfect, the darkness was their ally and given the nature of their target and their intention, resistance would be minimal. Sure there was a great force of Angels in the fortress, but by the time they reacted and reached the scene, Davis and his lot would be long gone, howling into the night. No, here they would find the slaves, those Angels that lived a more agricultural life and likely a few militant fields overseers. It mattered little, they would murder any that crossed their paths. Barring the slaves of course, them they would free. Another element of chaos to be added to the plan… Davis the liberator… Who would have thought that…? Unseen in the darkness Davis allowed himself one those wry little smirks of his. The kind that only graced his face when he was about to find trouble or more likely trouble was going to find him, given its unerring ability to seemingly know exactly where he was at all times…
*****************************************************
Some time ago…In a chamber under a mountain…
Using the vicious combat knife that had laid open the throats and ended the lives of so very many, Davis drew out his plans to end yet more lives, to those who would help him in his blood thirsty endeavour. The blade drew lines in the earth, outlining the battlefield at hand and the objectives there in, as the others gathered around to watch and learn their place in the order of battle. Microscopic cogs in his catastrophic plan… Smaller squares represented fields of crops, rectangles the odd outbuildings he had seen present and curved lines speaking of the complex irrigation system that fed the crops and indeed the fortress, the precious stuff of life. Water, common to both man and these invaders.. He spoke slowly, explaining what each shape in the dirt meant and what importance it held for them. There were two main objectives here, three if you counted the personal imperative to get ones arse home in one piece that each man silently issued himself on behalf of family, friends and lovers at the start of each operation…
Their objectives. Simple really, one massive display of wanton savagery and the other, while being largely unnoticeable would be no less deadly and if anything would have a far more wider ranging impact. To this end he continued to speak, slowly and surely so that all would know their place and none would be confused. “I require two groups… The larger of the two will be lead directly by myself and will include everyone but Crystal and Magda… It will be our job to take Man’s red fire and put it to the precious crops the Angels are growing here… I want an inferno, people. I want this fire to rage so long and so high that the Gods in the Heavens take notice of us… From this group I am expecting no less than gratuitous fucking violence upon anything with wings that crosses your path… Any slaves you find, cut their bonds, set them loose at their former masters and fields overseers… We’ll let the lord of chaos rule this night…”
He turned then, to his group of two, ancient monster and venomous bitch of the modern age, taking a moment to banish an image of having them both at the same time from his head before speaking. Well suited they were to this task, but it would not have done to have been thinking with his dick while he was laying it out to them… “You two…While we are causing merry hell in the fields and drawing their eyes to us…It will be your job to take these here barrels and empty their contents into the irrigation system… That there is Cadmium, mixed with a few other nasty by products that gather in the base of mines like this… It is a heavy metal, which means once it is in the water, it won’t wash out and will continue to be deadly for decades… Colourless, odourless and tasteless, this is nasty stuff, causes hair loss, hallucinations, muscle wasting and renal failure amongst other things…”
He had paused then, letting the implications of what they were about to do sink in before continuing to speak a moment later. “This will have the effect of weakening our foe and forcing them to come out from behind the walls of the city out into our group to find food and water to feed their invasion force and their slaves… Behind their walls they have the advantage. But out in the city, in the land of our world, the land we have bled and fought for…We are strong, we have the advantage and we will make a ruin of our enemy upon deserted streets of asphalt…”
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They were coming now, not long at all, with that in mind, Davis slipped off his sole garment in, coming to crouch naked in preparation for the shift to the form he had chosen for the task at hand… No long now…
(OOC: This is the start of the war plot for the war with the Angels. We have permission to be here from Admins and Omar. Please keep in mind that this is a quick commando style raid into this location as such there should not be too many Angels around to react and certainly no massive armies to come at us.)