ChickenSoup
Banned
This is more like fanfic than "ya 1 tiem me and atown wer dual farmin in tombz and, lawl, wee ekwippt rong skizalz" type stories. I'm having one of those weird impulsive desires to write something.
Before you read this, remember that I've no idea what you guys have equipped at the moment... so work with me, sheesh--I'm sick and tired
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It was quiet. Very quiet. My eyes darted back and forth as I waited, perched precariously on a rock several feet above Cloud G and Halonic below. My staff helped me balance on the narrow, M-shaped boulder. Atown stood, concealed behind an ancient, petrified tree trunk. Halonic's sword gleamed in the sun, which stood directly above us in the cloudless sky. Cloud G had a Chaos Axe equipped, and it glowed green in the distorted light of the Shiverpeaks. None of us knew why, but something the super-furnaces of the Stone Summit.
"Ready to go pillaging?" Halonic inquired in a somewhat southern drawl.
"Quite so, old bean!" I replied, hopping down next to Atown.
"Quite?" asked Cloud.
"Quiet!" barked Halonic. [inside joke] Atown just rolled his eyes and snatched his wand and focus from his belt.
"Go time," he murmured.
Halonic buckled on his shield and began stretching, preparing himself for a lot of fighting, and Cloud did the same. I laughed.
"Poor warriors. Always having to brace yourselves for grueling combat!" Cloud G just said something like "n00b elementalists..." and Halonic ignored the comment completely. I sighed half-heartedly. I enjoyed getting him miffed.
We all felt the chill at the same time. It is said that elementalists can sense changes in temperature better than people belonging to other classes--and I'll tell you that it's bunk. We all stiffened and stood ready to fight. Atown and I cast attunement spells. A cold wind rushed through the mountain pass behind us, and we saw three figures striding toward us. I regonized them before the rest did, and they all gawked when I snorted and sat back down.
"Uh, C$-" started Cloud G.
"It's stc, RubberDucky, and MaidMirawyn."
"Oh. I see it is."
I sighed and called out.
"Twinny, are you just trying to get us tense with that gust of yours?" I inquired casually.
"Always the observant one... TWINNY!" called RubberDucky. [inside joke]
"So we've got another elementalist, a mesmer, and a monk. That makes a war mage, a deceiver, and a holy man."
"Mesmers can do more than use underhanded mind melds, exploitation, and will-bending to accomplish our goals!" cried Maid.
"Whatever. When you're through with semantics, you can prep yourself. We're ready to head in."
A quarter mile away, a large group of Stone Summit, complete with Beast Masters, rounded the bend.
"We've got company!" cried stc95.
"This shall be a challenge," noted Cloud G.
"Time to pwn," murmured Atown.
"A good fight," I said.
"A tough fight, my twin," replied RubberDucky.
"And here I forgot Minion Cookies!" huffed MaidMirawyn. [inside joke]
"I hate these one-liners and catchphrases," muttered Halonic.
Halonic and Cloud G shouted "CHARGE!!!" and sprinted forward, while we elementalists were ready to stir up things with Searing Flames. Stc95 hooted and hollered joyfully, ready to heal and give a hand where needed. MaidMirawyn swooned and gracefully shuffled behind us.
A burly Summit with a huge axe raced toward us, followed by more hammer, axe, and bow-wielding comrades close behind. The Beastmasters roared with fury and hatred for humans and raced to us. Halonic engaged the lead dwarf and quickly dispatched him, and found himself quickly surrounded and fighting back-to-back with Cloud. Stc provided support and kept them nigh-invincible while MaidMirawyn used general mesmer trickery to baffle our foes (for example, a simple hex could make them see twice as many halonics, as if one sword-wielding Texan wasn't scary enough)
The fight was a pitched battle for a long time, and the burning infernos we elementalists caused weren't as effective as we needed them to be.
"Meteor spam, please!" cried Cloud G as a Beastmaster raked him with claws.
"Roger that!" I replied, smacking a Summit of the necromancer persuasion upside the head with my staff. All the Stone Summit saw for a moment were three foes rising in the air for two or three seconds, backs arched, and then the last thing they knew was the sight of staffs and wands pointed in their direction. A few precious seconds later, and several dozen huge pieces of burning rock streaked downwards from the sky. Within two minutes, the battle was over. Our favor. I nursed an axe wound to my lower leg, a chop that went right through the leather like a knife through butter.
"This getting jabbed with pointy objects... it's not as fun as I thought it'd be," I noted painfully, sighing with relief as Stc95 healed the whole business with a flick of his hand before moving on to Cloud G.
"Where's Ducky?" inquired Halonic, who had, in true Texan fashion, taken down two dozen foes while accumulating only minor injuries. "The last time I saw him was right before you summoned the ballistic fiery death balls from above, and then I was too occupied to check on him after that. He might've been swamped.
I spotted a crumpled, albeit familiar body several yards away. I felt a pang of fear.
"Twinny?" I cried out to him, but he didn't move.
"Brace yourselves, here comes more!!" yelled Cloud, as another battalion, hidden from view by a rocky overhang, surged toward us.
I passed out.
Before you read this, remember that I've no idea what you guys have equipped at the moment... so work with me, sheesh--I'm sick and tired
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It was quiet. Very quiet. My eyes darted back and forth as I waited, perched precariously on a rock several feet above Cloud G and Halonic below. My staff helped me balance on the narrow, M-shaped boulder. Atown stood, concealed behind an ancient, petrified tree trunk. Halonic's sword gleamed in the sun, which stood directly above us in the cloudless sky. Cloud G had a Chaos Axe equipped, and it glowed green in the distorted light of the Shiverpeaks. None of us knew why, but something the super-furnaces of the Stone Summit.
"Ready to go pillaging?" Halonic inquired in a somewhat southern drawl.
"Quite so, old bean!" I replied, hopping down next to Atown.
"Quite?" asked Cloud.
"Quiet!" barked Halonic. [inside joke] Atown just rolled his eyes and snatched his wand and focus from his belt.
"Go time," he murmured.
Halonic buckled on his shield and began stretching, preparing himself for a lot of fighting, and Cloud did the same. I laughed.
"Poor warriors. Always having to brace yourselves for grueling combat!" Cloud G just said something like "n00b elementalists..." and Halonic ignored the comment completely. I sighed half-heartedly. I enjoyed getting him miffed.
We all felt the chill at the same time. It is said that elementalists can sense changes in temperature better than people belonging to other classes--and I'll tell you that it's bunk. We all stiffened and stood ready to fight. Atown and I cast attunement spells. A cold wind rushed through the mountain pass behind us, and we saw three figures striding toward us. I regonized them before the rest did, and they all gawked when I snorted and sat back down.
"Uh, C$-" started Cloud G.
"It's stc, RubberDucky, and MaidMirawyn."
"Oh. I see it is."
I sighed and called out.
"Twinny, are you just trying to get us tense with that gust of yours?" I inquired casually.
"Always the observant one... TWINNY!" called RubberDucky. [inside joke]
"So we've got another elementalist, a mesmer, and a monk. That makes a war mage, a deceiver, and a holy man."
"Mesmers can do more than use underhanded mind melds, exploitation, and will-bending to accomplish our goals!" cried Maid.
"Whatever. When you're through with semantics, you can prep yourself. We're ready to head in."
A quarter mile away, a large group of Stone Summit, complete with Beast Masters, rounded the bend.
"We've got company!" cried stc95.
"This shall be a challenge," noted Cloud G.
"Time to pwn," murmured Atown.
"A good fight," I said.
"A tough fight, my twin," replied RubberDucky.
"And here I forgot Minion Cookies!" huffed MaidMirawyn. [inside joke]
"I hate these one-liners and catchphrases," muttered Halonic.
Halonic and Cloud G shouted "CHARGE!!!" and sprinted forward, while we elementalists were ready to stir up things with Searing Flames. Stc95 hooted and hollered joyfully, ready to heal and give a hand where needed. MaidMirawyn swooned and gracefully shuffled behind us.
A burly Summit with a huge axe raced toward us, followed by more hammer, axe, and bow-wielding comrades close behind. The Beastmasters roared with fury and hatred for humans and raced to us. Halonic engaged the lead dwarf and quickly dispatched him, and found himself quickly surrounded and fighting back-to-back with Cloud. Stc provided support and kept them nigh-invincible while MaidMirawyn used general mesmer trickery to baffle our foes (for example, a simple hex could make them see twice as many halonics, as if one sword-wielding Texan wasn't scary enough)
The fight was a pitched battle for a long time, and the burning infernos we elementalists caused weren't as effective as we needed them to be.
"Meteor spam, please!" cried Cloud G as a Beastmaster raked him with claws.
"Roger that!" I replied, smacking a Summit of the necromancer persuasion upside the head with my staff. All the Stone Summit saw for a moment were three foes rising in the air for two or three seconds, backs arched, and then the last thing they knew was the sight of staffs and wands pointed in their direction. A few precious seconds later, and several dozen huge pieces of burning rock streaked downwards from the sky. Within two minutes, the battle was over. Our favor. I nursed an axe wound to my lower leg, a chop that went right through the leather like a knife through butter.
"This getting jabbed with pointy objects... it's not as fun as I thought it'd be," I noted painfully, sighing with relief as Stc95 healed the whole business with a flick of his hand before moving on to Cloud G.
"Where's Ducky?" inquired Halonic, who had, in true Texan fashion, taken down two dozen foes while accumulating only minor injuries. "The last time I saw him was right before you summoned the ballistic fiery death balls from above, and then I was too occupied to check on him after that. He might've been swamped.
I spotted a crumpled, albeit familiar body several yards away. I felt a pang of fear.
"Twinny?" I cried out to him, but he didn't move.
"Brace yourselves, here comes more!!" yelled Cloud, as another battalion, hidden from view by a rocky overhang, surged toward us.
I passed out.
