The Snow Arena

[Akrid]

*Acrid shows up to check on eveyone

 

*You alls is still playing this game?! your never going to get to 40 pages! Acrid yells.

 

*Acrid then summons the most giant massive snowball ever made, bigger than 20 earths and packed into ice. Acrid hurls the snow ball in the genral direction of everyone and demolishes everyone! Then Acrid pinches himself to ensure it's not a dream, and checks his blood for drugs, and cast a disable time travel spell.

 

*Acrid; Now carry on this new snowball should make a better planet I call it AntAcrida.

[Peregrine]

BC-G Longbow, Antares Rift: Crusade +21:06 Days

 

Peregrine was not impressed by Acrid's latest effort. "Back in my day, we used galaxy sized snowballs, uphil both ways, in the snow...." Realizing that he's starting to sound too oldmanish (or is that oldgodish?), Peregrine decided to put Acrid back in his place. He summoned a planet sized anti-snowball in the same place as AntAcrida, and watched as yet another planet fell to the simple laws of matter/energy conversion. Then, just to be sure Acrid wouldn't disturb his sleep again, he summoned another iceball surrounding Acrid. Then, with a wave of a wing, sent it flying to the farthest edge of the universe.

[ObsidianKnight]

Armiena's sensor officer (a new development from her clonign research) yells

"Sir! There's some strange object flying right at us"

"On screen"

Armiena sees the huge snowball.

"Scramble all ships! Destroy it immediately!"

The hangar bays open, and fighters and corvettes swarm all over the snowball like rabid ants (yes, I know ants can't get rabies), while capital ships blast away at it with their big guns.

Slowly, Armiena's fleet dismantles the snowball, and it burns upin earths atmosphere

[Ancalagon]

*Narcalya speaks to Mojlnir in a deep, brazen voice. He tells him his name and that he must travel on foot to the Great silver and white tower in the distance, since he cannot take him any further since it is forbidden to do so. Using his talons,the dragon hands him some cram made of snow, and some more of the hot Dragon Liquor that he was given earlier. Then Narcalya leaps into the air and speeds off towards the silver spire in the distance. Around Mojlnir, the massive forest seems to be in an eternal winter, the snow resting quietly upon massive pines and redwoods, while the sky above is a deep violet, with stars shining out like diamonds> Here, it is always between the rising of the sun and the setting of the sun, the most beautiful times of the day. It gives the white snow a pinkish and violet glow.

 

<ooc: Lord, I get carried away with descrptions and such <_< >

 

*High upon his tower, Ancalagon stretches his mighty wings, munches on some snow, and takes a great draught from a silver gilded bowl filled of his liquor. He smiles to himself and prepares for Mojlnir's arrival, he shifts form again into a lesser human/elvish form, though he still retains his regalty and bright shining eyes of fire etc. ad nauseum. (though he cannot maintain this form past the Blessed Realm, for he lost that power when his physical form was killed), he does this so he does not frighten Mojlnir in his awsome and terrible White Dragon of the Heavens form (aka God of Breakfast Cereals and Father of Dragons).

[Mojlnir]

Ravenous beyond description, Mojlnir devours the cram and takes a mighty pull at the Dragon Liquor. It burns his throat and makes him cough, though he manages not to lose a drop.

 

Feelings somewhat better, Mojlnir checks his term-paper countdown: 00:00 it reads. The term papers are all complete and turned in on time! Somehow though, in this place of uncommon beauty, that doesn't matter anymore.

 

Thinking about the dragon's words, Mojlnir gathers his bearings and strikes off into the woods. His is not afraid, for while the woods are deep and strange, they are peacefully serene, and the blanket of snow only adds to sense of calm and wellbeing. No thoughts of his former existence trouble him as Mojlnir sets an easy pace for the tower.

 

Humming quietly to himself, Mojlnir wonders about what awaits him at the tower. This entire place has a vaguely familiar feel to it, something he can't quite place but that he knows he should recognize. Shrugging off the deja vu, Mojlnir walks through the forest, the Dragon Liquor still warming his stomach.

[Malchik]

Malchik finds the James Bond Theme strangely uncompelling as dance music and persuades the orchestra to play something hotter. Whether this is a good move in an ice palace remains to be seen.

[Ancalagon]

<ooc: I can't think of anything to post, so umm, Peregrine...stir up some trouble or attack armenia or whatever :P. Be the Mad God that you were born to BE!

 

*.....Ancalagon yawns, and begins to twidel his thumbs, thinking of something God like and profound to say. He can't think of anything.

[Peregrine]

<ooc: consider the trouble stirred....>

 

Mars II: Crusade +22:30 Days

 

Floating in Mars II orbit observing, Armiena's scouts suddenly come under fire from the planetary defenses. One by one, their shields fail, and they die. But the last survivor manages to get off a transmission of events on the planet below.

 

"DOWN WITH THE ELITIST HERETIC"

An all to familiar crowd gathers outside Pack Rat's office. Many of the mob hold signs painted with Peregirnist statements, and perhaps almost as disturbing, giant banners of the flag of the old Soviet Union.

"DESTROY HIM! GLORY TO THE PEOPLE OF PEREGRINE!"

At this call, the mob turns its attention to the factory buildings behind them. Torches are thrown, and the factory begins to melt. As the mob spreads, fighting breaks out between the Peregrinists and Pack Rat's loyal citizens. Suddenly the entire factory building is ripped apart by what can only be anti-snow warheads. In mere seconds, Pack Rat's industrial empire is reduced to a pool of boiling water. As Pack Rat sits stunned by the sight, the doors behind him shatter.

 

A few members of the mob rush in, various snow weapons held threateningly. An icy grip of terror takes Pack Rat as he notices their clothing: the robes and symbols of Peregrinist fanatics. Their apparent leader steps out from the group, and draws his anti-snow pistol before Pack Rat can react. The 4mm anti-snowball vaporises Pack Rat's left arm and shoulder, and knocks him to the floor. But death does not come for him yet, as the leader lowers his weapon and walks over. He adresses the fallen Rat in a tone of complete contempt.

 

"You have betrayed us all, Pack Rat. Your captialist empire has stolen from the People long enough. But now Peregrine has given us new hope. But Peregrine's world and yours can not both exist. This is the end of you, heretic...."

He removes an anti-snowball from his robes. "FOR PEREGRINE!"

 

Pack Rat's tower becomes a massive anti-snow fireball, and yet another soul enters the realm of Ancalagon. In the streets below, the fighting continues. Whatever side wins, little will remain of the planet and all that Pack Rat tried so hard to build.

 

BC-G Longbow, Antares Rift: Crusade +22:34 Days

 

Healed and on his flagship's bridge once again, Peregrine watched the reports coming in from Mars II. As Pack Rat's destruction became clear, a thought randomly ran through his mind:

 

Kill Armiena.

 

His new divine purpose decided, Peregrine began planning the best way to accomplish his goal.

[ShinJiOh]

*Malchik's request for hotter dance music begins, but trouble abrews when Shin finally realises you cant dance on ice you just slide.

 

"hmmmm... i'm going to need that fixed" says Shin as he slides across the floor, trips and lands on an icicle, killing himself.

[ObsidianKnight]

Armiena leans over her communications officer as he tries to explain what happend to her scouts at Mars II.

"Sir, they just.... disappeared." Armiena listens to the decoded transmissions, and tries to make sense of them. It's obvious that their last moments were... painful to say the least. They keep mentioning a "mad god", and the destruction of a vast planetary empire.

Armiena heres a voice in her head. She falls to the ground, holding her head, and blacks out.

She awakens in the medical bay.

 

"Oh god.... we're next." she whispers when out of sight of the doctors.

Armiena speeds up her plan to colonize Earth's arm of the galaxy, and begins research on new weapons.