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The Spirit War Chronicles

@Undying Curiosity It'd be more 'Very capable fighter with a really nasty ace-in-the-hole'

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@Delphio Well that sucks :(

The Spirit War Chronicles

@Undying Curiosity For a Spirit (not sure which classification it'd fall into), would a Spirit liked to a (naturally occurring) radioactive metal be allowable? 'Bonus Power' being a linear blast of extremely high level Gamma radiation, with a very slow 'recharge' rate between uses.

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@Delphio Question (mostly because I've got it constantly running), are you going to set up a Discord?

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^@Vaeltaja

Fuckfuckfuckfuck… It turned out the balconies were a bit farther a part than she’d thought before lowering herself over the railing. Fortunately, while she had been grumbling about getting a bit ‘soft’ in the middle, a common hazard amongst support staff, she was still in quite good shape, especially in her upper body. That was all paying off as she dangled purely by her arms as she blindly felt with her toes for the railing below.

Eventually she succeeded and with a bit of friction, strength and luck, she managed to drop onto a lounge chair on the second floor balcony. Only now was she able to really look about and see what was happening…and she nearly vomited. Growing up at the race track, she’d seen some nasty things, but this out did that by a long shot. Blood splatters and torn up parts of people dotted the manicured resort grounds.

While she stood there trying to wrap her mind around the horrors before her, a shout caught her attention. An Asian looking family of four where running along one of the paths, each parent carrying a child no more than about 8 years old. The little boy clung desperately to his mother, but the little girl seemed limp in her father’s arms. Not far behind them a trio of resort staff, their gaits awkward and uneven, one of the women missing an arm, snarled and groaned as they gave chase.

She wanted to shout, to try and help, but she could tell it wouldn’t do any good. As she watched the father staggered as the girl seemed to convulse in his arms, his pace slowed slightly as he looked down at her. ”Oh God…” She groaned, dry heaving. The girl had then surged up and bit into her father’s throat. He screamed and fell, his wife looked back and screamed too, but fortunately she kept moving. As he went down, the pursuing trio fell on him like feral dogs, tearing into him. Mercifully for Eliza, his screaming only lasted moments.

Her stomach convulsed hard as it tried to make her puke, but there was nothing to bring up; this happened a couple of more times, making her eyes water, before things settled. Eventually she recovered, wiping her eyes to clear her vision. Against her own better judgment, she looked back at where the man had fallen. The trio and the girl were gone, but he still lay there in an expanding pool of blood. As she watched, he began to convulse, before eventually awkwardly rising to his feet despite massive organ damage and blood loss. Even from as far away as she was, Eliza could tell his skin had gone a sickly gray, and as he started moving it was with the same sort of staggering gait the trio had. After a few moments, he shambled off out of sight.

Part of her, a very large part, wanted to just shut down completely, deny the outside world and just pretend this was all a fucking nightmare. Fortunately her training took over. Worry about what you do RIGHT NOW, not what is beyond your control to change. It said, and it was right. She couldn’t change what had happened to that man, but she could look to what she could do for herself. Standing, she hadn’t realized she collapsed to her knees, she went over and tried the door that led into the room, fortunately finding it open.

”He-hello?” She called out, opening the door to step inside. ”There’s some weird shit going on and…and I had to climb down from the room above…I-I’m not going to hurt anyone.” She really hoped if there was anyone in the room they spoke, or at least understood, English.

The room had bags and personal effects all about, but no overt signs of the occupants. Moving into the room, her nerves on edge, she was about half way across, when a sound from the bathroom in front of her made her heart rate jump even higher than it already was. A low rasping growl, much like she’d heard outside, followed by some uncoordinated banging. Running on automatic, she made for the same type of lamp as she’d had it her room, ripping it free just as a woman, stark naked and covered in blood staggered into view.

The woman had the same sickly gray skin, and her eyes were an unsettling cloudy white, though she could apparently still see, because as soon as she faced Eliza, the snarl got louder and she launched herself forward, arms out and mouth open. Eliza did the only thing she could think of and swung the lamp as hard as she could, ‘baseball’ style. The heavy base of the lamp connected with the side of the woman’s head with a sickening ‘crack’ and knocked her sideways into the TV on the wall, leaving a blood splat on the screen. The woman didn’t move again. Eliza had only just started to process what had just happened when another sound from the bathroom, and some movement, caught her attention. A man, just as naked and blood covered, though in this case because his throat and much of the left side of his face had been torn up, charged her. She swung hard the other way, shattering his skull and dropping him to the floor.

She both needed and really wanted to leave the room, but she couldn’t, not in nothing more than a ratty CAF t-shirt and some board shorts. Doing her best to ignore the bodies, she went looking through the bags. The woman was a lot smaller than her so none of the clothing was of much help, though she did snag a few other useful items. The man was about her height, though heavier. Taking a little day pack she’d found she took a few bits of essential clothing to wear, a half box of tampons, a bottle of cologne, and some too small shirts for bandages and stuffed her feet into some half-size too large runners. Not finding anything else, she steeled herself and went into the bathroom, which was just as terrible as she’d feared. Willing herself to ignore the horror, she cleaned out anything even vaguely medical.

The attack had obviously happened in here, and when the man had fallen, he’d ripped down the shower current. The rod looked like a fairly heavy steel tube, but it’s mountings were only plastic, and after a bit of work, Eliza had it free. As ready as she was ever going to be, the last two things she did before testing the door was tie her hair into a bun as best she could, and put on a ball cap she took out of the man’s things.

After another moment to work up the nerve, she slowly unlocked the hallway door and eased it open. Listening, but not hearing anything, she edged to door open enough to stick her head out. The power was down and the lighting terrible, but the hallway seemed clear. Stepping out of the room, her heart nearly stopped when the PA burst to life. ”JesusfucknuggetingChrist!”

”Hello? Anyone? If anyone can hear me, please, make your way to the security control room. It’s safe here! Don’t bother with the elevators, they’re all out. Look for fire escapes and the stairwells. Use the stairs or fire exits to make your way to the basement! The basement! If anyone’s there, come to the security control room...”

Well at least here’s SOMEONE still alive. She thought. Pipe in hand, she edged her way along the corridor, casting a weary eye on every room door as she passed them. Eventually she reached the emergency stairs and cautiously opened the door. Listening, she heard movement and nearly abandoned the stairs, but the sound was too regular…she hoped. ”Hello?” She called, keeping herself out of the stairwell and ready to shut the door in an instant.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Any thoughts of continuing to question the fellow Kaeciel had found was thoroughly disrupted by the sound of a Orcish war horn; seems the survivor of their first little spat had had friends way too near by. Scrambling into the relative safety of the shadows with the rest of the Company, Iroryn swore under her breath as a full war party came into view.

Her grip tightened on the grip of her blade, there was no-way to avoid a fight, so if she was going to go out it would be swinging. She was still psyching herself up for battle when challengers appeared behind a volley of spears. Watching the Snakemen clash with the Orcs, she sidled over to Alm as he pressed for ideas.

”Variation on your plan Boss,” She said, crouching beside him. ”We let this lot kill each other, then we think about jumping the ‘winner’ from behind. If the Orcs win there’ll be fewer of ‘em and they’ll be wounded, and if it’s the Snakes, either same thing goes, or we’ll see fresh bodies come on a back up. If that happens, we sit our asses here until they go back deeper, before legging it the fuck outta here.”

The Spirit War Chronicles

Piqued my interest...

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@Vaeltaja Well since I plan on throwing some shit at her once she gets down, odds are she'll still be there

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@Vaeltaja Eliza will be glad to see a non-hostile face.

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Eliza woke with a groan, not because of a hangover or the memory of doing something stupid, just a groan bemoaning the fact she was awake. Sure the Army did things, like expect you to wake up and work at some god-awful hour, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Realizing she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, there was too much noise outside, though her sleep stunned brain couldn’t quite process it.

Instead, she grabbed her phone and put on some music to help her wake up. Trading the light top she’d slept in for a t-shirt and some shorts, she yawned and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching a post-sleep itch, she mentally grimaced. Get’n a bit soft there… She shook her head, those were thoughts for after the vacation. She was just stepping though the bathroom door, when a loud ‘thump’ against the outer room door made her jump. Some ass either still drunk, or fuck by a hangover from that shitty-assed con- Her thought ending abruptly as the ‘thump’ came again.

Now annoyed, she killed her music. ”Hey, fuck off and ruin someone else’s morning!” She snapped. As she glared at the door, she began to register the sounds she’d heard earlier. She still couldn’t process why there was screaming and shouting, but it made her blood run cold. Moving back towards her bed, she wrapped a hand around the lamp that was on the bedside table and yanked the cord free from the wall; all the while the ‘thumping’ against her door continued. With her other hand she tried to call the Front Desk with the room phone, only to find dead air when she lifted the receiver. ”SHIT!”

Eyes fixed on the door she backed towards the balcony, pushing the sliding glass door open with her free hand; suddenly a cacophony of screams, moans and shouting erupted as she stepped outside. Keeping her peripheral vision on her room door she looked about. All she could really tell was that the resort seemed to have devolved into pure chaos. The sound at her door seemed to pick up. Fuck…okay third floor, just high enough to fuck myself up…

Not wanting to risk whoever was outside her door, Eliza dropped the lamp and headed to the railing, opting to lower herself to the second floor and hopefully exit via that room to get security, or failing that, keep going to the ground.