EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[northrend]

The Scourge are swift -- much swifter than average undead vermin as they shift, one attempting to sweep one of his legs out from under him while another feints to try and keep his attention focused there. They're too intelligent to be acting on their own.

Arthas, however, readies a spell from hilltop. Were this attack to fail, he would have to slow this one down to keep his resources from being wasted.

[priad]

Priad seems fully capable of multitasking, his altered brain tagging every target and assessing threat almost without considering it. His armor briefly locks rigid as the wolf tries to sweep his legs out, exerting the solid weight of a half ton of armor and meat to simply stand his ground, and the lightning claw at last crackles to life, a molecular disruption field capable of ripping through void-hardened spaceship armor is swept down towards the horsewolf that slammed into his legs. If Arthas is within visual range (IE, if he can be seen from the hill) a red pulse will play over the targeting reticule that brackets any moving figure of significant mass on his helm's head's up display. An imprecation from the codex astartes briefly plays across the display as well, reading: "PURGE THE UNCLEAN." As he tosses his gladius aside, and draws his bolter, Priad prepares to do just that.

[northrend]

Arthas lets his horde continue slamming into the armor and field in hopes of wearing it away -- there was plenty more where they came from after all, and he was going after a big prize as it was. Sure, it was aggravating to lose numbers, but numbers were easily replenished on a battlefield.

He can be seen from the hilltop, staring calmly, obviously not intimidated by whatever it is coming his way. His sword glows an icy hue, his armor coats itself in a sickly green and black sheen that is only visible when he happens to shift in the light.

God forbid he get close enough to that sword.

[priad]

And that is when the bolter fires, blitzing out mass reactive rounds across the front rank of the horsewolves, 15 rounds in 3 seconds, and then he cycles targeting, playing the burst up and towards Arthas himself, punching the remaining 15 rounds of the magazine towards him even as his lightning claw clad hand continues to sweep around him with murderous force, trying to keep his line of sight clear.

The bolter rounds themselves are brutal, small rockets that explode on contact with significant mass with the force of a 19mm rocket propelled grenade, which is basically what they are. What sort of man uses this as a sidearm? Well, someone who is made for an immortal, unending war, that's who.

"Time to make an end of this."

He rumbles, his first verbal response since the engagement began. He doesn't question why these undead, unclean creatures came for him, he's fought similar before, while warring against the Dark Tusk, fallen Space Marines like him, who murdered his mentor Raphon.