Fantasy Kill One Hundred Gods

[Birdsie]

Posting Rules

1. Include the character's name and location above the post.
2. Respond to other players whenever you can. General expectations is a delay of no more than 3-5 days between posts.
3. Have fun.

 

[Birdsie]

enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt

May 15th, 12

Our struggle is born of chaos. The same chaos that gave birth to the primordial essence of the universe, with no boundaries and no meanings. It was from that essence that the first of the gods rose, and it was from that chaos they gave birth to everything else. Everything is born of chaos, and so is our struggle, but so will be our peace. Only when humanity learns to accept the chaos within its heart, within the world around it.

On the fifteenth of May, a message was relayed to the Active Requests Console in Sheldrake from Listening Outpost East. The current operator at the time couldn't make sense of what was being said, and it resulted in a brief series of miscommunications.

The channel cracked, with overwhelmingly audible static. Radio communications were a relatively new invention, only thought of two winters ago. "Enter again?"

"-Y-█. A▇▆▅lable! We need-▇!-▇▇▇ Twelve!"

The radio operator grit his teeth, writing down the words, 'need twelve,' on his notepad. "Repeat last statement, otherwise will assume TF to your outpost? Static is out of whack."

"Wilco. ██-needed-██████. Any-█-can hear of it. If you can hear this, ███-twelve! Please, be qui████-"

No message was received past this point. After multiple attempts at re-establishing communication, the radio operator's messages failed to reach their intended target. Twenty seconds later, after confirming radio silence, the operator decided to forward the information to the Specialized Response Console. From there, all relevant information was assigned to Acting Commander Annex of the New Sheldrake Army.

---

Thirty minutes later...

Despite its seeming hazard, the freshly-dubbed, 'Radio Incident' had made its course in the city's rumors in less than two dozen minutes. It leaked out at some point; communications channels and calls were made to discuss, council meetings called into a procession, and the Lord Regent-Militant Shodak Ulolho became quick to declare a state of martial law and blue alert; signifying an unconfirmed but possible threat to the well-being of the state.

It became the result of much excited and voluble discussion, and some considered it an auspicious sign: a counter-attack from the Thrice-Damned Anathema of the Divine? If it were confirmed to be such, it would be a valid casus belli to continue the battle with renewed fervor and to push for a disabling retaliation strike against the nearest of the deities. Finally, the people of Zao would have their revenge.

Commander Annex paced in the room, his aide-de-camp, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius calmly following behind sedately and wielding the Staff of Blue-Green Light; a minor artifact known for being carved out of the heart-core of the Eidolon Specter, a tool capable of altering the substance of reality in minor ways, as well as a weapon for the use of telekinesis.

The fresh meat of the Gyzyl Ganhor was assembled in front of him in a set of chairs. Something of a political move, from third parties in the New Sheldrake Army.

'Send in the rookies - if they die, we at least have confirmation there's a god-tier problem, and if they live, more power to them!'

They'd been given dossiers, which didn't contain much useful information. The details of the initial radio transmission were there, including the insistence upon 'needing twelve' of something. There was a map of the area surrounding the Listening Outpost East, where the transmission came from, as well as its interior. There was a list of the staff: some sixty people, a good two-thirds of whom were soldiers. Most of the people there were apprentice mages in a myriad of disciplines, and well-equipped.

Assumptions were to follow as such: expect heavy resistance, expect radio communications to be in-operational. Their goal was to investigate the radio messages and their origin, rescue any potential survivors, defeat any potential enemies, and return within six hours. Under that limit, it'd be assumed the Gyzyl Ganhor were defeated and large-scale reinforcements would be sent in.

"Any questions?" Commander Annex inquired, turning around to face them.

 

[Kingly K Duel]

"Sir!" Kalai saluted, as he was more human than most of the others here were. "Do we keep the spoils of war, sir?"

 

[Birdsie]

Kingly K Duel

Commander Annex did a brief double-take and then blinked. His eyebrows moved down into something approaching a squint.

After thinking about the nature of the question for a moment, more than the question himself, he took in a breath through his nose and answered, "In accordance with official doctrine, you are allowed to keep anything you kill, unless this is overruled by the high command. Which it may be, if something you kill is found to have strategic value. Naturally, you will be compensated in other ways if this is the case."

 

[Celestial Speck]

enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt

May 15th, 12

Our struggle is born of chaos. The same chaos that gave birth to the primordial essence of the universe, with no boundaries and no meanings. It was from that essence that the first of the gods rose, and it was from that chaos they gave birth to everything else. Everything is born of chaos, and so is our struggle, but so will be our peace. Only when humanity learns to accept the chaos within its heart, within the world around it.

On the fifteenth of May, a message was relayed to the Active Requests Console in Sheldrake from Listening Outpost East. The current operator at the time couldn't make sense of what was being said, and it resulted in a brief series of miscommunications.

The channel cracked, with overwhelmingly audible static. Radio communications were a relatively new invention, only thought of two winters ago. "Enter again?"

"-Y-█. A▇▆▅lable! We need-▇!-▇▇▇ Twelve!"

The radio operator grit his teeth, writing down the words, 'need twelve,' on his notepad. "Repeat last statement, otherwise will assume TF to your outpost? Static is out of whack."

"Wilco. ██-needed-██████. Any-█-can hear of it. If you can hear this, ███-twelve! Please, be qui████-"

No message was received past this point. After multiple attempts at re-establishing communication, the radio operator's messages failed to reach their intended target. Twenty seconds later, after confirming radio silence, the operator decided to forward the information to the Specialized Response Console. From there, all relevant information was assigned to Acting Commander Annex of the New Sheldrake Army.

---

Thirty minutes later...

Despite its seeming hazard, the freshly-dubbed, 'Radio Incident' had made its course in the city's rumors in less than two dozen minutes. It leaked out at some point; communications channels and calls were made to discuss, council meetings called into a procession, and the Lord Regent-Militant Shodak Ulolho became quick to declare a state of martial law and blue alert; signifying an unconfirmed but possible threat to the well-being of the state.

It became the result of much excited and voluble discussion, and some considered it an auspicious sign: a counter-attack from the Thrice-Damned Anathema of the Divine? If it were confirmed to be such, it would be a valid casus belli to continue the battle with renewed fervor and to push for a disabling retaliation strike against the nearest of the deities. Finally, the people of Zao would have their revenge.

Commander Annex paced in the room, his aide-de-camp, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius calmly following behind sedately and wielding the Staff of Blue-Green Light; a minor artifact known for being carved out of the heart-core of the Eidolon Specter, a tool capable of altering the substance of reality in minor ways, as well as a weapon for the use of telekinesis.

The fresh meat of the Gyzyl Ganhor was assembled in front of him in a set of chairs. Something of a political move, from third parties in the New Sheldrake Army.

'Send in the rookies - if they die, we at least have confirmation there's a god-tier problem, and if they live, more power to them!'

They'd been given dossiers, which didn't contain much useful information. The details of the initial radio transmission were there, including the insistence upon 'needing twelve' of something. There was a map of the area surrounding the Listening Outpost East, where the transmission came from, as well as its interior. There was a list of the staff: some sixty people, a good two-thirds of whom were soldiers. Most of the people there were apprentice mages in a myriad of disciplines, and well-equipped.

Assumptions were to follow as such: expect heavy resistance, expect radio communications to be in-operational. Their goal was to investigate the radio messages and their origin, rescue any potential survivors, defeat any potential enemies, and return within six hours. Under that limit, it'd be assumed the Gyzyl Ganhor were defeated and large-scale reinforcements would be sent in.

"Any questions?" Commander Annex inquired, turning around to face them.

Snow, huh...
​

Amongst one of the chairs, between all the current rookies and participants of the mission, a pair of horns could be seen sprouting up from one of the heads of the soldiers. Tenryuu of the North was an odd man, to say the least. While his appearance and overall physique were mostly human, his long, branch-like horns growing from the edges of his forehead gave a distinct impression that this man wasn't quite fully common, as were most others participants here.

Perhaps he wasn't quite noticeable as the mass of tentacles in the room. Perhaps he wasn't quite as noticeable as the other characters with colorful clothing. Perhaps he wasn't as noticeable as the hidden demons amongst their ranks, (the whom he, and most likely nobody else, was aware of, thankfully) but the strange detail of his horns certainly gave an uncanny and unnatural vibe to the man that seemed to be a human.

With a leg above his other one, he stared at the paper in his hands. Barely any information on the enemy they'll face...But a lot of information on what it is possibly capable of. 30, no- 40 armed guards? While that isn't impressive to people like them, at least most of the case-- it certainly was something of note.

They either have too much faith in them or simply want to use bait to see what they actually are dealing with.

With a roll of his eyes and a small, misty breath coming from his nostrils, the horned man was the second to raise a hand, the dossier also being held on the very same. "On that note, sir, do you have any idea of what we may be dealing with?" Raising his hand down, he tapped on the paper containing the information of this mission. "While I am aware we are being sent there to investigate specifically to know what we are dealing with, I believe being well prepared is of everyone's interests here."

He did, however, pause for a second, before staring at everyone again. Seriously, why is there a mass of tentacles here. He doesn't want to be the one to bring it up.

 

[The Black Knight]

Character Name: Richard Pendergast
Location: GG HQ?
Tagging: enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt Birdsie​

Seated in the front row of the class was a man who had the dossier open and was flipping through the pages of mostly drivel. The only thing he found useful was the map of the Listening Outpost and its surroundings. Richard’s gray eyes lingered on the information a little longer before he finally organized the pages into a stack, tapped them twice, and then laid them flat in the folder before closing it. He leaned forward to slide the folder under his chair, and then crossed his right leg over his left as he expected a deluge of questions—some that probably wouldn’t even be answered based on the rubbish they already gave them.

The biochemist crossed his arms before his chest. He seemed dressed for the academy than the battlefield. He wore a cream-colored dress shirt with a dark-red tie. Over the shirt and tie was a dark-green dress shirt and extending down his long legs were crisply-pressed, brown dress pants. His feathered, sandy-brown hair was combed neatly back, but the blades still splayed like a bird’s crown.

Richard quietly listened to the questions being asked around him as he gauged the personalities of his team. He then interjected, “You’re giving us six hours to travel from here to there. Do you have any transportation for us or are you expecting us to fucking walk? I’d rather not waste an hour asking questions that have no significant answers. It’s clear you don’t know any more about this enemy than we do based on the lack thereof you’ve given us so far.”

 

[Selee-01]

enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt

May 15th, 12

Our struggle is born of chaos. The same chaos that gave birth to the primordial essence of the universe, with no boundaries and no meanings. It was from that essence that the first of the gods rose, and it was from that chaos they gave birth to everything else. Everything is born of chaos, and so is our struggle, but so will be our peace. Only when humanity learns to accept the chaos within its heart, within the world around it.

On the fifteenth of May, a message was relayed to the Active Requests Console in Sheldrake from Listening Outpost East. The current operator at the time couldn't make sense of what was being said, and it resulted in a brief series of miscommunications.

The channel cracked, with overwhelmingly audible static. Radio communications were a relatively new invention, only thought of two winters ago. "Enter again?"

"-Y-█. A▇▆▅lable! We need-▇!-▇▇▇ Twelve!"

The radio operator grit his teeth, writing down the words, 'need twelve,' on his notepad. "Repeat last statement, otherwise will assume TF to your outpost? Static is out of whack."

"Wilco. ██-needed-██████. Any-█-can hear of it. If you can hear this, ███-twelve! Please, be qui████-"

No message was received past this point. After multiple attempts at re-establishing communication, the radio operator's messages failed to reach their intended target. Twenty seconds later, after confirming radio silence, the operator decided to forward the information to the Specialized Response Console. From there, all relevant information was assigned to Acting Commander Annex of the New Sheldrake Army.

---

Thirty minutes later...

Despite its seeming hazard, the freshly-dubbed, 'Radio Incident' had made its course in the city's rumors in less than two dozen minutes. It leaked out at some point; communications channels and calls were made to discuss, council meetings called into a procession, and the Lord Regent-Militant Shodak Ulolho became quick to declare a state of martial law and blue alert; signifying an unconfirmed but possible threat to the well-being of the state.

It became the result of much excited and voluble discussion, and some considered it an auspicious sign: a counter-attack from the Thrice-Damned Anathema of the Divine? If it were confirmed to be such, it would be a valid casus belli to continue the battle with renewed fervor and to push for a disabling retaliation strike against the nearest of the deities. Finally, the people of Zao would have their revenge.

Commander Annex paced in the room, his aide-de-camp, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius calmly following behind sedately and wielding the Staff of Blue-Green Light; a minor artifact known for being carved out of the heart-core of the Eidolon Specter, a tool capable of altering the substance of reality in minor ways, as well as a weapon for the use of telekinesis.

The fresh meat of the Gyzyl Ganhor was assembled in front of him in a set of chairs. Something of a political move, from third parties in the New Sheldrake Army.

'Send in the rookies - if they die, we at least have confirmation there's a god-tier problem, and if they live, more power to them!'

They'd been given dossiers, which didn't contain much useful information. The details of the initial radio transmission were there, including the insistence upon 'needing twelve' of something. There was a map of the area surrounding the Listening Outpost East, where the transmission came from, as well as its interior. There was a list of the staff: some sixty people, a good two-thirds of whom were soldiers. Most of the people there were apprentice mages in a myriad of disciplines, and well-equipped.

Assumptions were to follow as such: expect heavy resistance, expect radio communications to be in-operational. Their goal was to investigate the radio messages and their origin, rescue any potential survivors, defeat any potential enemies, and return within six hours. Under that limit, it'd be assumed the Gyzyl Ganhor were defeated and large-scale reinforcements would be sent in.

"Any questions?" Commander Annex inquired, turning around to face them.

The Shoggoth felt the dossier, and being blind found nothing of note. Assuming it was a snack, it began to digest it. Aaagh then produced an appendage and raised it above its main mass. In a voice that was both cultivated and childish, it said:

“Are there waterways in the general area?”

 

[Noble Scion]

Alice Riverden - GG HQ

Spoiler: Appearance

Alice gave a bored yawn before briefly scanning through the dossier, issuing an innocent smile to the commander as she gave a soft "No." in her silken voice in response to the question. That wasn't to say that she didn't think there was anything more to know, but that given her status, she wasn't going to be receiving any answers any time soon, though she doubted that they themselves had much information given the minimal details already provided.

Glancing around the room didn't bring on any particular emotions aside from disappointment. They didn't seem to have many desirable attributes from what she could tell, and were probably of little importance, like her, at least in the eyes of her "superiors", more monsters than she'd expected, but it did make some sense, they weren't given much respect and so were on the same tier as her. One other did catch her eye though, a vaguely familiar face, but she remained silent as her standing with the human military dictated.

She'd been ordered into some ill-fitting clothes, featuring a linen shirt that clung tightly to her body as a result of the obvious limbs on her back and some linen trousers that struggled to stay attached via a belt thanks to the large serpentine tail that had wrapped around the chair she was sitting on.

All-in-all, it was about what she had been expecting, although the disparity between her role in the Vormloss and what her role in this little organisation was almost enough to make her cackle until her throat was sore. From king-slayer to a mere foot soldier on what she supposed was a suicide mission, how poetic.

Interactions: Birdsie
Mentions: Everyone else in the room to a degree

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow

GG HQ​

The shady character in tattered robes and rusted mask paid little heed to the people around him. He sat in the chair furthest from the front, and rested upon his lap was a porcelain plate with a stack of pancakes, adorned by a litre of golden syrup and cream, crowned by at least a dozen strips of bacon. Thankfully, however, only the few in his immediate vicinity would be disturbed, only by the bizarre sight of a suspicious man eating pancakes and bacon in the middle of the gathering. Faust had, after all, taken quite the few steps to ensure that his meal would cause as least disturbance as possible - just a few tricks here and there using basic wind magic would erase the noise of his butter knife scraping against the porcelain surface of the plate, and hide the otherwise overwhelming aroma of syrup and bacon.

Sometimes, he did wonder where all the food went off to. Technically speaking, his bodily functions would have ceased long ago, so logic would dictate that all the filth and muck would be stuck somewhere in that undead body. That being said, neither did Faust fancy himself as the curious type, and thus had never bothered to ponder on this phenomenon, let along investigate.

He'd tackled down the enormous serving of diabetes and heart-attack incarnate around the same time the commander had finished his explanation. However, there was just one small little problem, that being that while his little party trick erased the noises of his eating, it also prevented noise from the outside to interfere. That is to say, the undead had not heard a single word the commander had spoken, and as a result, barely understood the situation. All he knew was that something had gone down somewhere, and the people gathered in the seats below were meant to investigate, and if he had to guess, probably die in the process.

Typical high-command. Retards just sitting on their asses while the small-fry handled their shitty problems. And to top it off, it wasn't as if they were incapable, so why can't they solve their own issues?

Fuck it, they were the ones who wrote his paycheque, and Faust was quite short on money. A recent cruel prank had put the undead an entire month's living expenses down the hole. Well, it wasn't as if he needed daily necessities, but goddamn, Faust decided he would rather suffer a thousand years in the burning abysses of Hell than go a single morning without his pancakes and bacon. It didn't help with his cause that bacon and authentic syrup were so damned expensive. Tucking his dirtied plate and cutlery underneath his chair, Faust dispelled the makeshift 'barrier'. Immediately, some would be assaulted by the heavy scent of what remained of Faust's meal, but hopefully, most would play it off or just ignore it.

Then, he prayed there were no more questions. He wanted to get out of this room as soon as chance would allow, and get on with the 'mission'. Expensive dining habits and gambling addiction doesn't fuel itself, after all.

 

[Uasal]

Danú​

Within the briefing room, towards the far left-hand corner was where one could find Danú. The elf had come quite far and trained to her utmost best under the militaries guidance and after months of work, she was finally now a full-fledge rookie. The time she took to achieve this minimal feat was, however, less than pleasing to her, her grandfather had accomplished this in less than half the time...' what a set back'.Truth be told Danú had no interest in war nor in protecting the city walls, like most elves she valued diplomacy above these methods but she also knew full well that kind of approach would never see her experience grow as rapidly. And so, there she sat alongside her fellow rookies in a room that few elves had ever set foot within nor ever would.

When the rookies were presented their dossiers Danú was quick to read hers. The dossiers had little to no useful data within but none the less Danú memorised it in its entirety. for safe measure. Of all the information she found within, the radio communication log was by far what caught her attention the most. Specifically the mention of the number twelve. It was so oddly specific yet seemed so random given the circumstances. Forty men were killed yet only twelve reinforcements had been requested, how absurd. From the commander's words as well as the contents of the dossier but one thing was certain, this was a suicide mission.

Suicide missions were in no way, shape or form an oddity in the world of military affairs, in an instance such as this where no information is available only a suicide mission could hope to shed a light on what the enemy is up to. What or even who the enemy is even. They would die to attain information that would save others. It was simple and tactically a sound option despite what morality might say.

Closing her dossier Danú moved to tuck it neatly away in her satchel before retrieving one of her tomes from the very same place. As other posed their questions Danú kept to herself and happily read away to herself in the hope something her great-great-grandfather had wrote down would befit her in the battle to come. There was one question she had, however... one question she felt should be addressed before dispatch. A matter that would likely cause friction between some of the more power-hungry or ambitious members of the group. Without much of a care, eyes still scanning the pages of her book and with a casual tone Danú spoke up once everything had quietened down "Commander, purely out of curiosity, might I ask who holds rank in this team? Who will lead this group should something go wrong. "

Birdsie
Anyone else in the room

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Name: Taliesin
Current Location: GG HQ

The farmer just looked at all the better peeps around them. He was only good with plants but here he was, standing amongst them. Did this mean he was equal to them? The thought made his heart soar, as he pondered in dreams unfulfilled. This was definitely a glorious day for him. He shall forever cherish this thought.

Taliesin eventually snapped out of it. He then took a moment to look at the dossier, just lots of information that he couldn't understand. So instead he just waited, stroking the blade of his sickle.

Birdsie

 

[Churl]

Name: Brother Dylas Gresh
Location: GG HQ

A man in all-white clothes, a sign of those that followed the gods’ teachings, unthinkable in these times, was sitting in the middle of the assembled seats. Well, no, that would draw too much attention, instead he was a few seats to the left.

He had a pleasant smile, and though his posture appeared attentive, there was nothing in his eyes. No fear or worry, not the interest of a schemer or the boredom of a sociopath. There was something unnervingly precise about the way he was positioned, more like a prop than a person. Here was someone trying too much to appear normal. When he did finally move, it was to copy the dossier in a large tome he carried with him, and also marking down the others in the room. He notes their behavior and questions, as well as the answers from their superiors.

He paused at the elf girl’s question, and looked to the officers.

 

[Birdsie]

enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt Churl Gravitys Momentum

Commander Annex, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius, Adam Hann

"We do not know, but there's a number of potential culprits. It could be Vormloss, or it might be something new, completely out of the left field," Commander Annex said, addressing Tenryuu's question with dusty professionalism, before looking at Pendergast, as he cruedly asked his question.

"Not quite correct, Pendergast. Naturally, you'll be taking the Maverick there, with an estimated travel time of twenty-six minutes. The high command is giving you six hours to finish the mission successfully, not arrive at the location." The commander held both hands behind his back, stepping forward in the rifleman's direction. "Should you fail to re-establish communication or return in that span of time, you're assumed dead or worse."

And then, Annex redirected his attention to the squelching mass of yellow-eyed ooze and tentacles that someone forgot to scrape off the bottom of their shoe. Why this... thing was allowed in the room, let alone in the ranks of the noble Gyzyl Ganhor, he did not know. It was the will of High Commander Sigilius, that one. He wouldn't argue it, however, and answered the question; "To my best approximation, there is none. There should be a sewer system under the outpost, which could be a potential way in or out, if necessary. The plans for it would have been in the dossier you just ate." Annex found it hard not to wrinkle his nose at the disgusting creature, but he managed to clamp down on it much better than the enmity in his voice.

Annex wasn't as racist as the rest of his fellow militant commanders, or even the particularly tender, bellicose officers - for whom the fall of the city only twelve years ago was like a scar of youth - but it was hard not to dislike the creature, especially when it consumed its file without even bothering to read it.

And finally, Danú - a person he found significantly more agreeable than a paper-eating shoggoth - asked a question that was equally agreeable. The chain of command.

"Ordinarily," Annex started saliently, with a frown, "That would fall on me. Since radio communications are assumed dead, I would normally go with you, but high command gave me a direct order to stay back. The usual fall-back after that would be seniority, but given all of you are rookies..." He made a lackadaisical motion with one arm.

What he didn't say was that, from everyone in the room, there wasn't a single person fit for leadership. In the first place, two of them were Vormloss in disguise that Sigilius was insane enough to keep around, while another was a shoggoth. The humans were either insane, insanely arrogant, arrogant in their insanity, or naive and lacking in social skills: one of the keystones of leadership, if not exactly strategy and tactics, was understanding what your men were thinking; an absence of that faculty would render them poor leaders.

The one person most suited to leadership by his reckoning - the elven girl only seventeen years old - was also not human, and while Annex's particular brand of 'racial wariness' was more tempered and pragmatic than that of his contemporaries, she'd become a political target from other parties in the army, merely for being considered for the position of squad leader.

Then again, this entire operation counted as being not quite, but almost suicidal. Maybe the High Commander - in his infinite magnanimity - intended to throw this entire batch of rookies into the meat grinder? Annex didn't quite want to believe that. Some of them were valuable assets.

Still, no one better for the position. If only just this once.

"I've reviewed your files, in what time I've had," Commander Annex said, with apparent reluctance and weariness. "Marceau, for the duration of this mission, and this mission only, you are Acting Squad Leader. You are free to choose your seconds as you will. Unless you believe yourself unfit for the position?"

 

[Selee-01]

enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt Churl Gravitys Momentum

Commander Annex, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius, Adam Hann

"We do not know, but there's a number of potential culprits. It could be Vormloss, or it might be something new, completely out of the left field," Commander Annex said, addressing Tenryuu's question with dusty professionalism, before looking at Pendergast, as he cruedly asked his question.

"Not quite correct, Pendergast. Naturally, you'll be taking the Maverick there, with an estimated travel time of twenty-six minutes. The high command is giving you six hours to finish the mission successfully, not arrive at the location." The commander held both hands behind his back, stepping forward in the rifleman's direction. "Should you fail to re-establish communication or return in that span of time, you're assumed dead or worse."

And then, Annex redirected his attention to the squelching mass of yellow-eyed ooze and tentacles that someone forgot to scrape off the bottom of their shoe. Why this... thing was allowed in the room, let alone in the ranks of the noble Gyzyl Ganhor, he did not know. It was the will of High Commander Sigilius, that one. He wouldn't argue it, however, and answered the question; "To my best approximation, there is none. There should be a sewer system under the outpost, which could be a potential way in or out, if necessary. The plans for it would have been in the dossier you just ate." Annex found it hard not to wrinkle his nose at the disgusting creature, but he managed to clamp down on it much better than the enmity in his voice.

Annex wasn't as racist as the rest of his fellow militant commanders, or even the particularly tender, bellicose officers - for whom the fall of the city only twelve years ago was like a scar of youth - but it was hard not to dislike the creature, especially when it consumed its file without even bothering to read it.

And finally, Danú - a person he found significantly more agreeable than a paper-eating shoggoth - asked a question that was equally agreeable. The chain of command.

"Ordinarily," Annex started saliently, with a frown, "That would fall on me. Since radio communications are assumed dead, I would normally go with you, but high command gave me a direct order to stay back. The usual fall-back after that would be seniority, but given all of you are rookies..." He made a lackadaisical motion with one arm.

What he didn't say was that, from everyone in the room, there wasn't a single person fit for leadership. In the first place, two of them were Vormloss in disguise that Sigilius was insane enough to keep around, while another was a shoggoth. The humans were either insane, insanely arrogant, arrogant in their insanity, or naive and lacking in social skills: one of the keystones of leadership, if not exactly strategy and tactics, was understanding what your men were thinking; an absence of that faculty would render them poor leaders.

The one person most suited to leadership by his reckoning - the elven girl only seventeen years old - was also not human, and while Annex's particular brand of 'racial wariness' was more tempered and pragmatic than that of his contemporaries, she'd become a political target from other parties in the army, merely for being considered for the position of squad leader.

Then again, this entire operation counted as being not quite, but almost suicidal. Maybe the High Commander - in his infinite magnanimity - intended to throw this entire batch of rookies into the meat grinder? Annex didn't quite want to believe that. Some of them were valuable assets.

Still, no one better for the position. If only just this once.

"I've reviewed your files, in what time I've had," Commander Annex said, with apparent reluctance and weariness. "Marceau, for the duration of this mission, and this mission only, you are Acting Squad Leader. You are free to choose your seconds as you will. Unless you believe yourself unfit for the position?"

Aaagh considered Annex's words. It's snack wasn't a snack? What kind of savages were these beings? It shouldn't judge, though. It had only been here for a brief time.
"I am blind, human," it said petulantly. "And it was tasty." It then began to digest it's chair, inky ooze sizzling slightly as it engulfed it.

 

[Space Buddha]

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  Eva Akkala: GG HQ
  
  As the others conversed, Eva sat comfortably between the elf and the priestly-looking man and had been carefully studying her dossier, committing the map to memory as was easy enough for her to do. She only briefly looked up now and again to raise an eyebrow at the shoggoth or the commander. This was her first mission, and she thought it prudent to actually figure out what it is she'd be doing, though, she internally scoffed at the fear of this being a suicide mission the others seemed to express.
  
  What a bunch of worrywarts, for all we know they could've just been low on supplies when power went out, maybe caught in a storm. This couldn't be an easier assignment.
  
  Satisfied in her position that this wouldn't be a total meat-grinder, her gaze was drawn to the elf next to her as the commander selected her as squad leader. Admittedly, she thought herself better suited, but shrugged it off, the commander probably just didn't notice her what with her nose being buried in the dossier. She would speak to congratulate Danu.
  
  "Congratulations on the promotion! Hah, wait, what-"
  
  It was then Eva took notice of the shoggoth, dissolving it's chair with its highly odorous acidic bile. She couldn't help but giggle a bit as it did this.
  
  "Uh, commander? Outta curiosity, was that chair expensive?"
  
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[Twist]

Name: Fen Reer
Location: GG HQ

The mission sounded like a raid and Fen had dealt with many of these in the past four years be it from bandits or mercenaries so Fen wasn't worried. He had faced and killed many men, single handed, before and he was now part of the elite Gyzyl Ganhor. It hadn't exactly been a choice to join but it was an easier way to go about his mission for now.

Fen had chosen to stand at the back rather than be seated among the others holding the pommel of his massive great sword as the tip rested in the ground. He subtly looked around the gathering, gazing through the slit of his helmet, getting the measure of his new "allies". They were all mostly human with the odd "creature" among them but these were humanoid not like his partner Garm, the white wolf sitting stoic beside him with only the occasional movement from his ears giving away that he wasn't just some ornate statue.

"Interesting....." Fen thought.

Were these people like him hating their own kind almost as much as the gods? Fen could tell the humans around him were no different to anyone else with most of their body language exuding arrogance and selfishness. This was definitely true with the commanding officers and a few of his comrades but, of course, some didn't but that was the minority. In the end though, Fen didn't really care. They were all still human.

But the humanoids around him might be a different story. He would have to research this, Fen thought. This might not be so bad after all.

He would gather one of the dossier's at the end, reading it on the way to the radio station when he was alone before realising how strange the thought had been. Fen looked down at Garm, his faithful companion. He was never alone.

Fen turned his attention back to the briefing as the group continued to ask questions

 

[Celestial Speck]

Selee-01 | Uasal ​

The horned man only offered a quiet nod to the commander as he answered his question, quietly closing his dossier and placing it on the other chair right next to him, all the meanwhile trying his best to ignore the mass of tentacles currently (and thankfully only) eating its own chair, and it seemed the commander shared quite a bit of his own discomfort at the creature. Just like Annex, while Tenryuu by no means was racist or grew up in such an environment, (or even knew what purpose racism fueled in a war against the gods themselves) and his family considered him to be quite tolerant of others, if not a bit too stoic, there were obvious moral choices of bringing along a creature such as that along with them, regardless of the fact it could speak.

Crack, crack.

With each of his fingers offering a small sound as he cracked his hands for comfort, the 'Eater of the North Star' took his time to stare at the rest of his possible companions for this mission. They were, indeed, an extremely colorful cast of characters, each with personalities probably too eccentric for a mission such as this one (read: Shoggoth) but regardless, Tenryuu wasn't one to judge. Some, however, gave the man a bad vibe. Others gave him a worrisome one. While others made him feel as if he needed to be on the defensive at all times.

Who he did find the more interesting, however, aside from the insanely boastful rich-folk or the insanely psychotic or creatures-who-someone-might-lose-a-foot-to, was the current and newly appointed squad leader, Danú Marceau, a rich-folk herself, from what he read from her overall self.

In truth, he (probably) was one of the few people who was actually happy he wasn't picked as a squad leader. Tenryuu was a sword-- he was meant to be wielded by others, not the other way around. While it was doubtful whether or not the woman/girl(?) would be his permanent wielder, in this mission, for all intends and purposes, he'd act out as her weapon. Regardless, the commander did say she was free to pick her seconds-- likely in command. Probably a hard thing to do, considering the fact that from what he was aware, the elf didn't know anyone here personally.

He didn't necessarily or personally want to directly interact with her, but he also wouldn't run away from talking to her. Still, she deserved at least a compliment and an acknowledgment of his existence.

"Yes, congratulations, leader." He spoke in a semi monotone voice towards Danú. "I hope you survive. I'll be your sword for this mission."

...That was, unfortunately, his way of saying 'I hope you do well.' Regardless, he was genuine with it. Maybe it was a start. Maybe not. Probably not.

 

[Uasal]

Danú
Danú continued reading her tome as the commander began responding to the numerous questions he had been asked by the assortment of rookies. He started and proceeded to answer the questions in the order he had been asked and he did so without much of a fuss, which only cemented the fact that commander Annex was an oddity when compared to others who held his rank. The fact the man not only chose to remain in the room with so many non-humans let alone respond to questioning from a shoggoth was something worthy of note. Something Danú respected.

The line of questioning provided some more minute details but ultimately nothing too surprising. First of all the enemy was unknown but that was evident without questioning. Secondly, the transport was arranged and had a travel time of twenty-six minutes. Thirdly, the group had six hours or five and a half hours to accomplish the mission or they would be assumed dead or worse. Fourthly, returning with intel was an option but Danú knew full well that would come with severe repercussions. Finally, there was a sewer system that could provide access to the area but again that was already known.

With this intel and that of the dossier Danú could get a rough feel for how to approach the situation from a solo perspective but alas her own allies were an unknown factor that made calculating a plan more than a burden.

Commander Annex soon came to answer Danú's question and his reply put Danú in a very difficult position. Looking up from the pages of her book Danú locked eyes with the commander and for a few seconds sat in silent contemplation while watching his every move. What he had said was shocking, to say the least, she was to be the leader... 'preposterous'. Letting out a soft sigh, Danu snapped her book shut and returned it to her satchel before offering her response. "Surely you realise the ramifications, me as an elf, being considered as let alone appointed a leader of a squad in this organisation would have. Even if it were to only be for this one mission and this one mission alone I would be subject to scrutiny and malice for the rest of my military career. That is even more so than I am now. I wouldn't rule an assassination attempt out either. That doesn't just go for me commander, it goes for you too as the man who pulled the trigger on this action. You're fully aware of this correct?"

Leaning forward in her seat Danú's expression grew more serious "Of course you are... you've already weighed the options in your head and despite the ramifications still feel it best for me to lead. Besides who better than to deal with the diplomatic aftermath than an elf. I shall trust your judgement and take up the position... I'm however going to need my team's personnel files. I don't have time to get to know everyone first hand right now, so I'll just have to deal with the raw data you have at your disposal."

Moving to a stand Danú proceeded to make her way up beside the commander and gave a polite bow to her team before speaking "I am Danú, I'm an elf as you may have guessed. I'm seventeen years of age and quite frankly I wouldn't be surprised if anyone were to object to my leadership. I'm inexperienced in warfare, I have a sour attitude and speak directly without much care for feelings. I am however confident in my skills as a tactician and will endeavour to get every one of you back here safely. And so I humbly stand before you asking for your support. We have very little time so I'm sorry if I've come across as cocky or arrogant."
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[Churl]

Brother Dylas Gresh
GG HQ

The man in white nodded to Danú.

“Brother Dylas of Ruin. I have never seen a nonhuman before these last few weeks, but I do not object to your leadership. It appears most of us are relatively inexperienced. And elf, human, beast, gelatinous mass, I think I heard something about an ‘Egregore-Fucker’, whatever that is. Regardless, we are all the same in the eyes of truth and the heavens!”

He immediately seemed to deflate, and muttered “...So very, very small. All of us...”

Uasal

 

[Kingly K Duel]

Danú
Danú continued reading her tome as the commander began responding to the numerous questions he had been asked by the assortment of rookies. He started and proceeded to answer the questions in the order he had been asked and he did so without much of a fuss, which only cemented the fact that commander Annex was an oddity when compared to others who held his rank. The fact the man not only chose to remain in the room with so many non-humans let alone respond to questioning from a shoggoth was something worthy of note. Something Danú respected.

The line of questioning provided some more minute details but ultimately nothing too surprising. First of all the enemy was unknown but that was evident without questioning. Secondly, the transport was arranged and had a travel time of twenty-six minutes. Thirdly, the group had six hours or five and a half hours to accomplish the mission or they would be assumed dead or worse. Fourthly, returning with intel was an option but Danú knew full well that would come with severe repercussions. Finally, there was a sewer system that could provide access to the area but again that was already known.

With this intel and that of the dossier Danú could get a rough feel for how to approach the situation from a solo perspective but alas her own allies were an unknown factor that made calculating a plan more than a burden.

Commander Annex soon came to answer Danú's question and his reply put Danú in a very difficult position. Looking up from the pages of her book Danú locked eyes with the commander and for a few seconds sat in silent contemplation while watching his every move. What he had said was shocking, to say the least, she was to be the leader... 'preposterous'. Letting out a soft sigh, Danu snapped her book shut and returned it to her satchel before offering her response. "Surely you realise the ramifications, me as an elf, being considered as let alone appointed a leader of a squad in this organisation would have. Even if it were to only be for this one mission and this one mission alone I would be subject to scrutiny and malice for the rest of my military career. That is even more so than I am now. I wouldn't rule an assassination attempt out either. That doesn't just go for me commander, it goes for you too as the man who pulled the trigger on this action. You're fully aware of this correct?"

Leaning forward in her seat Danú's expression grew more serious "Of course you are... you've already weighed the options in your head and despite the ramifications still feel it best for me to lead. Besides who better than to deal with the diplomatic aftermath than an elf. I shall trust your judgement and take up the position... I'm however going to need my team's personnel files. I don't have time to get to know everyone first hand right now, so I'll just have to deal with the raw data you have at your disposal."

Moving to a stand Danú proceeded to make her way up beside the commander and gave a polite bow to her team before speaking "I am Danú, I'm an elf as you may have guessed. I'm seventeen years of age and quite frankly I wouldn't be surprised if anyone were to object to my leadership. I'm inexperienced in warfare, I have a sour attitude and speak directly without much care for feelings. I am however confident in my skills as a tactician and will endeavour to get every one of you back here safely. And so I humbly stand before you asking for your support. We have very little time so I'm sorry if I've come across as cocky or arrogant."
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"Its quite alright, Ma'am. There will be time enough for pleasantries...if we all make it out alive in this mission." The young rookie replied, sighing a little. "If I'm being honest here, I may as well be a grunt compared to you all. Heck, I might be the first to get conked over because of how bland I am."

Kalai was stating his own truth, however he wasn't sullen or anything, it just meant he had to shape up. Bearing this in mind, he matches the pace and goes on marching into preparedness for the mission, ready in the case of instant deployment.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Uasal | Churl | Kingly K Duel​

"Tenryuu. 9th Master of Boiling Blood and Reaching Star and future head of my family." He responded simply to the girl- no need to further conversation. This was a mission, after all. From what he could read of her, she was someone who was perhaps a bit like him. Not very good in social ethics...Barely experienced in things like this, and even younger than him. However, he was completely confused at the thought or fact of her saying she'll be assassinated for-- leading this mission? The non-dragon's eyes couldn't help but squint at that. Was she in danger? For...Leading this mission and not being a human? What?

Tenryuu knew there'd be things he wouldn't understand. He was raised to fight and be a weapon ever since he could walk and stand straight. While he had a clear knowledge of the world's story and its politics, he saw these things as necessary for the development and prosperity of people. He did not, however, understand how people worked, of course. Why someone would wish to kill her for being non-human is beyond him.

...Was it because of her ears? Because of her status? He really couldn't tell, but he could almost understand, as an instinctual hand went into his horns, holding them almost as if judging himself.

He didn't have much time to ask questions or think about it any further, as two other figures spoke up. One who he heard before-- Kalai, another martial artist but with high inexperience, and someone who...Probably wasn't meant to be here. The man gave the vibe of a preacher-- something that would normally be killed on the spot for obvious reasons, from what he was aware. He wasn't sure if gods were omnipresent, so he really was confused about this man's role here. Why would they have someone who could act as a spy here? Are the higher-ups that uncaring who joins their ranks?

Ignore. Not a threat now. Will deal with him later if ordered.

His mind quickly moved on, or rather, simply stored the information about the possible-preacher in his mind after staring at him like he was a child considering whether or not he should kill a cockroach or simply let it go after it found its way to his bedroom. He decided to move on to Kalai. Inexperienced as he said, young, probably with an unbranded style of martial arts. Yet here he was. Why was he selling himself short? It truly confused him. They were all here as equals, at least in rank- no one was put above the other, and unless the people in charge here really didn't care who joined, (even further, that is) he deserved his place here. So why...?

"If you're here, then you deserve it like the rest of us. Why are you selling yourself short?"

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow

GG HQ​

"Huh." The events that followed the commander's conclusion of the briefing garnered little to no reaction from the lich, despite the absurdity of a non-human being appointed as what was essentially the commanding officer. That was certainly a small surprise, given how downright racist a huge number of people - especially the fucks in the higher ranks were. But then again, the absurdity of the current situation should have been obvious the moment Faust noticed a Shoggoth in the room, which, admittedly, was a bit delayed. When bacon on pancakes were in the equation, one would find that common sense and logic tended to be thrown out the window, never to be seen again.

What amused him even more was, however, what the commander would say following the elf girl's promotion. Almost immediately, several people jumped the bandwagon, offering introductions and whatnot, likely in hopes of being appointed her 'second'. Presumably in command. It seemed as if these foolish mortals didn't realise that authority in this ragtag group of nutjobs meant little. Whatever - not his problem.

"Hup-" the lich grunted as he propped his cane against the ground, pushing against the old wooden pole to lift himself off the seat. Whilst the elf girl saw it fit to give a small speech to the entire group, Faust deemed the occasion fit for a drink, as he reached into his old cloak with his left hand and pulled out a bottle of cheap ale. Then, slid the bottle underneath the beaked mask and tilted his head backward, taking an enormous swig of the sewer water before looking back and surveying the group...

Dang, they still looked hopeless.

If any, heck, if all of them were to engage some sort of magical beast in combat, Faust estimated that about half of them would get ripped to shreds on the spot. Most of them probably had little to no combat experience, and all of them, save for the Shoggoth and Vormloss at the back, would probably die instantaneously in a magical explosion. Chugging down the rest of the shitty ale, Faust crashed back into a chair, letting out a long groan. "I'm just a -hic- mage, name's Fau -hic- st. Let's not all die, aye?"

As fake as the hiccups were, they were pretty good fake hiccups, if Faust had anything to say about it. Pretending to be a drunkard seemed like quite a silly thing to do on paper (which it was), but in all honesty, there was little for him to do here - if there was time, he'd already be dashing toward the pizzaria two streets down and getting his fourth breakfast before they'd all inevitably perish in the most spectacular way possible. For now, his objective was to mess about, and entertain himself as best as possible, before the mission would begin.

 

[The Black Knight]

Character Name: Richard Pendergast
Location: GG HQ?
Tagging: enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt Birdsie​

“Bloody hell…” Richard muttered as he brought a hand to clap against the side of his face. Was this commander literally just agreeing with what he had said earlier? They had only six hours, and therefore, the time being wasted in the fruitless intelligence debriefing could have been dedicated to rounding up the cats and getting them out the door. They would have twenty-six minutes for introductions and pleasantries then, but they didn’t know Richard. Pleasant wasn’t spelled anywhere in his name.

He lowered his hand from his face when the commander stepped toward him. He would have saw the action as a challenge if he had stepped any closer. The military types were simple-minded—used to following orders and receiving input than generating the output. Commander Annex had only proven his deduction true. Even more so, when he appointed a little girl as acting squad leader. “I didn’t think this situation could get anymore fucked…”

Richard turned to the side in his chair with a half-lidded, exasperated look on his face. She tried to play the race card. Was she blind? “I don’t think you being an elf has any thing to do with this, and you would be the last person to be suspected of being the leader simply because you’re a little girl. No; they’ll be looking for people like him…”

Richard pointed to the large, armored knight in the back ( Twist ). He then pointed at the Shoggoth ( Selee-01 ), “ And that pile of cow snot simply because its large, horrendous and absolutely disgusting to look at.”

The rifleman wasn’t interested in the introductions once they started. The clock was ticking, and he hadn’t found a reason to show any concern for men and women who possibly wouldn’t last a second against a god in combat. They were the cannon fodder, and if they lived long enough for the introductions to mean a damn, then he would not only be surprised but possibly be willing to give his name then.

After “Danu” had bowed and introduced herself, Richard, unable to keep sacrificing his patience, rose from his seat. He started marching for the door. “I’m going to go equip myself. I’ll then be waiting to leave. If you don’t know who I am, then you should pull your head out of the arsehole of the earth. If you all weren’t fondling the deceased and festering balls of Zao Khan, then you’d know the name of my family. If any of us survive, then I’ll give you my name then. As for now, fuck this mission…” He then stopped in the doorway to point at the commander, “And fuck you for giving it to us. Enjoy your fucking tea and armchair mate.”

Richard took his leave.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Character Name: Richard Pendergast
Location: GG HQ?
Tagging: enterelysium Celestial Speck Kingly K Duel kuzenbo Uasal Twist Noble Scion The Black Knight Selee-01 LostHaven Reinhardt Birdsie​

“Bloody hell…” Richard muttered as he brought a hand to clap against the side of his face. Was this commander literally just agreeing with what he had said earlier? They had only six hours, and therefore, the time being wasted in the fruitless intelligence debriefing could have been dedicated to rounding up the cats and getting them out the door. They would have twenty-six minutes for introductions and pleasantries then, but they didn’t know Richard. Pleasant wasn’t spelled anywhere in his name.

He lowered his hand from his face when the commander stepped toward him. He would have saw the action as a challenge if he had stepped any closer. The military types were simple-minded—used to following orders and receiving input than generating the output. Commander Annex had only proven his deduction true. Even more so, when he appointed a little girl as acting squad leader. “I didn’t think this situation could get anymore fucked…”

Richard turned to the side in his chair with a half-lidded, exasperated look on his face. She tried to play the race card. Was she blind? “I don’t think you being an elf has any thing to do with this, and you would be the last person to be suspected of being the leader simply because you’re a little girl. No; they’ll be looking for people like him…”

Richard pointed to the large, armored knight in the back ( Twist ). He then pointed at the Shoggoth ( Selee-01 ), “ And that pile of cow snot simply because its large, horrendous and absolutely disgusting to look at.”

The rifleman wasn’t interested in the introductions once they started. The clock was ticking, and he hadn’t found a reason to show any concern for men and women who possibly wouldn’t last a second against a god in combat. They were the cannon fodder, and if they lived long enough for the introductions to mean a damn, then he would not only be surprised but possibly be willing to give his name then.

After “Danu” had bowed and introduced herself, Richard, unable to keep sacrificing his patience, rose from his seat. He started marching for the door. “I’m going to go equip myself. I’ll then be waiting to leave. If you don’t know who I am, then you should pull your head out of the arsehole of the earth. If you all weren’t fondling the deceased and festering balls of Zao Khan, then you’d know the name of my family. If any of us survive, then I’ll give you my name then. As for now, fuck this mission…” He then stopped in the doorway to point at the commander, “And fuck you for giving it to us. Enjoy your fucking tea and armchair mate.”

Richard took his leave.

Tenryuu just stared as Richard left the room while insulting everyone before Kalai had a chance to answer his previous question, as he soon began tilting his head to the side and asked another genuine one as he stared at the blonde man like he was more alien than the Shoggoth.

"Oh. Is he meant to be famous?"

 

[Twist]

Fen had heard enough as the elf introduced herself and the rest of the group exchanged pointless pleasantries. His feelings seemed to be echoed by the man in front of him ( The Black Knight ) who cursed under his breath before moving in his chair and speaking. “I don’t think you being an elf has any thing to do with this, and you would be the last person to be suspected of being the leader simply because you’re a little girl. No; they’ll be looking for people like him…”

A thumb was jabbed in Fen's direction by the man before he pointed at the gelatinous creature, the Shoggoth ( Selee-01 ), “ And that pile of cow snot simply because its large, horrendous and absolutely disgusting to look at.”

Fen remained silent, indifferent to be including in the man's tirade, as he continued on.

“I’m going to go equip myself. I’ll then be waiting to leave. If you don’t know who I am, then you should pull your head out of the arsehole of the earth. If you all weren’t fondling the deceased and festering balls of Zao Khan, then you’d know the name of my family. If any of us survive, then I’ll give you my name then. As for now, fuck this mission…” He then stopped in the doorway to point at the commander, “And fuck you for giving it to us. Enjoy your fucking tea and armchair mate.” said the finely dressed man before storming out the room.

Fen waited a beat, taking one of the dossiers from a nearby chair, before exiting the room as well, Garm in tow.