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Post by viciouschord on Jul 25, 2011 19:05:12 GMT -5
Vicious jumped back, "wh-what the clop?!" He tried to scurry somewhere safe.
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Post by Nightmare Moon on Jul 25, 2011 19:58:39 GMT -5
Nightsky turned to look at Arcel's sudden entrance. Her concentration broken, the crate crashed the final few feet to the floor.
"MY SOFA!" Cried Davenport. Ignoring Arcel and Nightsky, he rushed to examine the now-cracked crate, softly weeping as visions of bankruptcy and crushed dreams filled his head.
Nightsky hurried over to Arcel.
"What's wrong!?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Jul 25, 2011 20:04:00 GMT -5
Arcel was breathing heavily, "Emergancy, theres something... well somethings if I understood it right possessing Type! And he is attacking the town! And... And well... your you! Maybe you know something that can help!" He said in his paniced state, trying to be vague enough so if Davenport was listening he wouldn't know what Arcel meant about NM.
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Post by Nightmare Moon on Jul 25, 2011 20:51:46 GMT -5
"Let's go!" Nightsky rushed out the door, leaving Davenport crying over his antique settee. As soon as she was out of his view, she shifted her illusions, and appeared once again as the terror-inspiring Nightmare Moon.
"Show Us where he is. We will help if We can."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Jul 25, 2011 20:54:21 GMT -5
Arcel sighed in relief, then started rushing that way, "We will have to stick to the shadows of course, either until Celistia is out or retreats, but I think this is more your territory then hers, though that would mean things had to have gotten worse," he explained, moving through the backs of the houses, coming round the side of the action and skidded to a halt, seeing the zombie ponies, ".... things got worse."
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Post by typewryter on Jul 25, 2011 21:02:35 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Now, Sun-Hag, to ensure that our children are able to do their duty."[/glow]
With that, Typewryter fired a red beam from his horn that slammed into Celestia, knocking her away and rendering her unconcious with a shout of pain.
[glow=red,2,300]"Go, children of Legion. Devour the flesh of these mortals. Feed the Legion with their souls."[/glow]
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 25, 2011 21:08:37 GMT -5
Vicious could only scream, he ran off, desperate to find safety.
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Post by Princess Celestia on Jul 26, 2011 17:20:16 GMT -5
Celestia is unconscious.
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Post by Nightmare Moon on Jul 27, 2011 3:53:33 GMT -5
Nightmare Moon skidded to a halt beside Arcel. "Undead! Battle magic is worse than useless against them..." She thought to herself for a moment.
"Arcel! An illusion! Create the scent of freshly torn meat, as powerful as you can make it, and place it on something you don't mind getting eaten! With any luck, that will distract them!"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Jul 27, 2011 4:44:40 GMT -5
Arcel pauses, then looks around, the first thing he sees being the apple cart from the apple family, ".... Big Mac and Applejack are going to kill me for this..." starts casting the illusion on the stand, hoping it will be enough, scent illusions are always more difficult then sight or sound.
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Post by typewryter on Jul 27, 2011 12:41:44 GMT -5
The undead surrounded the unconcious Celestia and the other ponies of Ponyville, ready to rip and tear and their flesh, only to be halted by the pungent scent of raw meat being produced by a nearby applecart. Their attention diverted, the zombies quickly descended upon the apples.
[glow=red,2,300]"NO! Worthless children!"[/glow]
With a flash from Typewryter's horn, the undead soldiers collapsed, lifeless once more. Typewryter's neck snapped, turning his head towards Arcel and Nightmare Moon.
[glow=red,2,300]"An Illusionist... You dare to interfere? You dare to stand against the Legion? You must die."[/glow]Again his horn began to glow, a sickly green light enveloping it as the air turned stale and cold. Lowering his head, Typewryter fired a crackling beam of green energy, a spell to sap the strength of its target, leaving them defenseless and vulnerable.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Jul 27, 2011 16:54:49 GMT -5
The Illusionist just smiled, the beam tore right though the clone and it waved and vanished, another one appearing at his other side, "For one who apparently has full control over our friend, you certianly don't seem to know what he knows, like for one, I am hardly ever anywhere in pony," chuckles a bit, acting more of a distraction now then actually a threat.
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Post by typewryter on Jul 27, 2011 20:28:23 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"VILE ILLUSOINIST!! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU FACE!! BEHOLD THE FURY OF LEGION!"[/glow]With that, His horn glowed more intensely, building a strong charge, and releasing it as a sphere of necrotic energy that quickly expanded, sapping the strength of all who were caught in the blast.
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Post by Nightmare Moon on Jul 28, 2011 6:56:55 GMT -5
Nightmare Moon disappeared from view within a field of crackling greenish-purplish energy as Legion's spell hit her magical defences. She gasped at the strength of the attack as its sheer power battered at her shield. Finally, unable to maintain it any longer, her shield cracked under the stain and vanished, bathing her in pure negative energy.
Nightmare Moon's host body quickly began to wither and die under the torrent of unholy power. In a desperate attempt to keep her connection to the material world, Nightmare Moon redirected the harmful energy into herself, absorbing it into her true etheric body.
As Legion's spell finally passed, Nightmare Moon remained standing, her eyes closed. She slowly opened them, to reveal empty, soulless black pits.
"ReNd... rEnd anD deVouR... sWalloW yoUr SoULs!!!!"
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Post by viciouschord on Jul 28, 2011 11:02:18 GMT -5
Vicious quietly backed up from Nightmare Moon, his eyes full of fear.
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