Christmas RP

[RedxXxDawn]

(Oh I'm sorry, lol. I was thinking we can still post what our characters were doing during that whole period ^^ But from now on I'll be more careful. Sorry.)

[RedxXxDawn]

(Still your turn)

[Grandsword]

in a clinic on the outskirts of town, the medic was treating a stout little dwarf for an axe related injury, when the announcement went out "mein Gott! is it that time already? i'm late!" he said, dusting off his scrubs, and grabbing his equipment and field kit..the dwarf chose to speak up as the medic prepared to leave "doctor! what about my broken ribs?!" he asked frantically, the medic giving him a dismissing wave "Oh, don't be such a baby, ribs grow back." he said, and with that, he went off into town, loading a set of poison darts into his crossbow, he let loose a volley into the demonic hoards

[TwistedShadow98]

Alexander stood atop a rather tall cliff, overlooking the battlefield with his own small squad of rogues. "Well, men." He began, hands in his pockets as if this was an everyday thing. "We're going to have a little fun tonight. Remember; they can't kill what they can't see. Keep to the shadows." He mounted his own horse, honestly looking rather odd, but at the same time intimidating. He grabbed his revolver from his suit jacket. "Give them hell." He said before giving them the order to go.

His men jumped into the shadows, keeping low and quiet while their leader rode off more into the main battle. Casting illusions here and there to confuse Devils while at the same time providing cover fire and support.

[RedxXxDawn]

General Claus and his troops were baffled at the horrid things they were facing. Only in the worst nightmares of children with the most detailed of imaginations could such monstrosities be found. Yet there they were. Covered in leathery skin of greys, purple, black, pink, or even ordinary skin tones, they were all twisted bodies of countless shapes. No, Cella realized, not all of them even had skin. Grey and pink muscles were exposed from many patches of missing tattered, grafted, rotted or otherwise disfigured flesh. One of the devils even had an entire ribcage exposed. Cella cringed at that one. Not so much from the hollowed-out body, but from the slimy sack that dragged behind it. If the scronny bone-devil even had organs at all, she guessed that was probably where it kept them. Seeing it as a weakness, Cella nocked and fired an arrow at that sack. Bile oozed where it landed, and from there the sack tore open and bled profusely. The devil it was attached to hardly seemed to mind. Instead of tending to its wound, it lashed out with disproportionate clawed hands, each with nails longer than the open sack of guts it dragged along. Two whovillains were cleaved in that swipe, one in two the other in three. Cella fired two more bolts into the devil's sack of organs, which ripped right into it and tore the thing wide open. Hitting and damaging the thing was not a problem for her, but the yellowish black contents that spilled out made Cella's body temperature drop. She seemed to care more about the spilling organs than the devil who they belonged to.

Then the devil rose one of its clawed hands high in the air, ready to strike down an elf in a green tunic. Cella knew it would not stop the devil, but could not help but fire one desperate arrow at the thing's hand. But to her surprise, the devil did react to her arrow. Once her arrow bit into the back of its hand, it paused. Then turned around. Slowly. Hand now lowered, the devil faced its attacker and gave her a look as though just noticing her now. "Get away from them, you ugly creepo!" Cella shouted, nocking two more arrows. The devil grunted through a mouth of baleen, then ignored its previous target and hobbled toward Cella instead.
"Oh crap, oh crap!" Cella said, escalating it to a shout. She fired two arrows at the thing's skull. While both of them landed true on their marks, the beast did not stop. If it had a brain in its head, it would have been punctured badly, and the shot would have killed it. But perhaps its brain was not inside the skull? Cella mused, hopping to sideways to avoid a heavy downward swipe from her foe. In midst of that sidestep, she fired an arrow into the thing's chest where its heart would have been. Again, the arrow landed, but no damage seemed to have been dealt. "Impossible!" she shouted. "How are you still moving??" she grumbled, trying to nock another arrow but fumbled it in her hands. Before she could pick it up, a massive clawed-hand had sent her flying back ten feet. She landed hard on a building wall. The impact hurt her back, but she was still able to move. She nocked one more arrow, but could not figure out where else to aim. She had already impaled the thing's brain, then its heart, and even that icky sack of organs that trailed behind it. Many of those organs were emptied from the sack by now. But still, the devil cared as much about them as the snowy ground it walked on. It was a gross irony, all of those valuable organs pierced if not gushing out from the devil, yet only when its hand was shot did it seem to care.
But wait! Cella thought. That's it! Considering what I'm up against here, that just sounds crazy enough to work...
She nocked one more arrow and aimed for the devil's hand, then fired it with high hopes. The devil was too slow to dodge, though it did seem annoyed at the now second arrow sticking out from its hand. It growled at Cella through a mouth of baleen, then ran toward her.
Ignoring the white hot pain in her spine, Cella rose to her feet. She nocked one last desperate arrow at the thing, then aimed.

But she never let it fly. There was no need to. Suddenly, the devil had frozen in place, and promptly died. Its body collapsed in the snow. Cella looked at the thing quizzically, then let out a sigh of relief and ran away from its body. She never did learn or care to learn what had killed it, but she assumed the fatal blow was dealt from another source. Perhaps a gunshot to its weak point, she guessed. But in fact, she was the one who had killed it. She had indeed pierced its brain after her arrow broke through its skull, destroying it and killing the monster then and there. Even though the creature was dead, its nervous system was still active; carrying out the rest of its previously-planned and registered actions. Like a headless chicken walking around after being decapitated.

Even General Claus was unnerved by the devils. Something was very wrong with all of this. These were not the same devils he had fought years ago. Many of them bore their little resemblances, but they have changed so much over the years. Some of them wielded low-tech weapons of the old days like maces and hammers, yet some of the devils themselves had more high-tech features all over them. Some of them had pipes leading from one place of their body to another. Chords and wire entwined with grey muscle. Arms clicked and whirred before being spun around in three hundred-sixty degree circles. Exhaust pipes protruded from the rear of one particularly large horned devil-beast, farting out blue smoke as it relentlessly trampled all who happen to be unfortunate enough to be in its way. Even one of its fellow devils had been accidentally crushed beneath its hooves. Not that it cared.

General Claus clashed his sword with the rhino-demon's massive horns, then made a heavy downward slice. His strike there stunned the beast, but did not injure it. Just when it recovered, it had been impaled by the massive sword that plunged into its side. The sword pinned down the devil, causing it to writhe and snarl angrily. But it did die eventually, once its nerves had caught up with its dead brain.

Santa leapt from the dead devil-beast, and slammed into another that attempted to block off an escape route tunnel. It took nine swings from his platinum sword to finish that devil off; one to lop off its arm, one to block the axe held in its other arm, one to lop off that arm, another one to lop off a third arm that held a rusty trident, then a very deep horizontal cleave to chop the devil's body in two, and finally another sword jab was made to stab it in the brain and kill it. Six swings. But it did not end there. The loins of the devil, although separated from its brain, somehow managed to stand on its two legs and kick one of Santa's knights in the rear. Santa grumbled irritably at the half-demon, then made a low swing to chop its leg off, then another to chop its other leg off, and then one last stab into the loins of the creature. He took a second to look at the thing's rump, motioning its missing legs to move in what looked like kicking spasms, then flung it into the enemy fray.

Just what the heck was happening in that North Star he had banished them to? And where were all of these changes coming from? Santa did not think they would even be able to survive there. Well, at least he knew he would not be able to survive there. Nor would any of his people. Which was why storming into the North Star itself and getting to the root of the problem was not an option. The worst part about that was the number of devils that continued to spill out from there. From that gigantic bright star, hovering only some hundred feet in the air, countless devils were poured into the world. Literally. Not teleported in a more fashionable sense, but simply dumped carelessly. General Claus was horrified at the numbers. Crossing the North Star was an extremely difficult journey that was so dangerous that most would never survive. Yet they were making it through so easily. And unharmed, too. Or not. In the think of battle, it was too difficult to tell whether the devils were always this twisted or the journey to this dimension simply made them that way.

[Luna008]

"Cmon Marble! I can see the fighting from here! Just a little more and we're there!" Eliza said excitdly as they flew towards were the battle was taking place. She had wanted to see what would happen with the North star. She had also wanted to come earlier, but noooo, Marble just wouldn't fly her there. Of course, now Eliza could see why, considering all the demons and stuff, but now it was a chance to get some battle experince, which was always good to have. What would be even better to have then experince? It turns out, a parachute, since marble was shot out of the air. All Eliza could do was cast a wind spell under her to slow her fall, and even with that and the snow, it still hurt when she hit the ground.

"Ow..." She mumbled as the now small but not to hurt Marble crawled under her hat for wramth and protection. Eliza got up and looked around, Yup, not to far from the actual battle. "Hang on under there Marble! Things are about to get interesting!" She told him as she headed off into the fight.

(marble is the mount by the way...wasn't sure if I put that in the cs.)

[TwistedShadow98]

Alexander rode mercillesly through the Devils on Blacktip. The flames protruding from the horse were setting Devils ablaze all around. Alexander cast many illusions on them, making them imaging they fell through the ground, or were being covered in stinging insects. Whatever infernal mind these creatures had could still be used and manipulated.

Noticing Cella, Alexander ran over. "Having trouble there?" He asked simply, as if nothing strange was going on. However his rather blank mask gave no emotion or feeling.

[Grandsword]

having seen the woman and her mount getting shot out of the sky, the medic decided to give aid. holstering his crossbow, he grabbed the large gun-like contraption strapped to his back and flipped a switch on it's handle, immediately red-tinted magical energy glimmered at the end of the barrel. after taking a moment to adjust his glasses, the medic pulled the trigger, sending a continuous beam of healing magic at eliza and her mount "my, my..that was quite an impact.." he said in a thick german accent

[Luna008]

Eliza jumped when she got shot with the healing magic, not cuase it hurt, it just surprised her. She turned when she heard the thick german accent though, "Eh, it wasn't to bad, but Marble thanks you." Eliza told him with a smile as Marble came out and flew around the medic happily before going back under Eliza's hat. "My name's Eliza, what's yours?" She asked him, it would be good to have a definite ally before going off into battle after all.

[RedxXxDawn]

Cella looked up at the rabbit mask that gazed down at her. And took a couple steps back from the burning horse. "Tell me about it," she said, nocking another arrow and letting it fly toward a fat devil. That devil fell onto the ground and writhed with its stubby little legs and arms, flailing wildly. The thing was not in pain, it was merely trying to stand back up. "Finding weak points on these things is like some absurd guessing game, like picking stars out of the sky to try and get the right one." Which were difficult to make out, due to the brightness of the North Star. There was no way a star should be that close to the earth, let alone even in the atmosphere at all. Nor should a star be pouring out devils the way this one was. They came out by the dozen at first, but now they poured by the fifties. All so carelessly dropped. All of them were able to survive their falls with minor injuries, if not flawlessly. "These thingies don't even make any sense. You shoot them in the heart or brain, and they don't always die. You seem to have a nack for swaying them, though. That's cool."

Santa was not liking this. These were not the same devils he had fought before. They seemed to be pouring out in an endless tide at that point. Worse, they seemed more focused on the innocent and weaker peoples. Particularly townsfolk. Many of them just sped past the soldiers and went straight for civilians. Many ignored the wounds they received, except for the fatal ones. Another small score of devils was particularly large, each so individual in their own twisted ways, often with horns. Those large devils blasted through the armies with their horns and crab pincers as best they could, heading straight toward the innocent and defenseless. They were in fact so eager to charge into battle they were trampling over their own kind. And the devils who survived that still pressed on. Well, more or less, Santa thought, seeing one of them use a single arm to crawl forward while the rest of its body was splattered snow pizza.

Saint Nick barely managed to stop one of the large horned behemoths from reaching the escape tunnel. He impaled the beast with his sword, but that did not stop it. His sword was stuck in its body, but that only forced Santa to either let go of his sword or be dragged along with the devil-behemoth. He chose the latter. Eleven stab wounds were required to finish it off. It collapsed thirtenn feet from the exit tunnel it wanted to smash into. Had it reached there, no one would have been able to escape through there.

Santa was relieved to see the Medic out there. Had he understood the workings of that man's medigun, he would have had more made for his people. Healers were necessary for this, but while the soldiers were dying who else would protect the healers as they healed them? This was not good. Santa and his people were able to kill the devils, but still, there were just so many of them. Santa did not want to admit it, but so far it looked like a losing battle. If things continued this way, he would have to order an all-out retreat.