-Nidhoggr underhands Koschei toward Czernobog with meteoric force, then hisses and retreats further under the electomancer's assault.It is halfway into the hole now-.
Excellent. We Are Beating It Back. Do Not Relent!
-a smile forms on Wotan's lips-
edited 8th Jun '10 10:51:24 AM by SullenFrog
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I CARE NOTHING FOR YOUR OPINIONS, CZERNOBOG. ALL OF YOU ARE AS DUST BEFORE ME!
-begins charging another energy ball. Wotan begins chanting something under his breath-
The Danse Macabre Codex-Nidhoggr continues to charge its energy ball. Wotan continues to chant, and Gungnir begins to glow with a faint golden light. The All-Father hefts his spear as if it were a javelin-
We Have almost Beaten It, Black God! Do Not Relent!
Excellent...
The Danse Macabre Codex-Czernobog crouches briefly, then hurls himself skywards, his vast wings blocking out the moon itself (we're fighting at night, seems thematically appropriate)-
READY YOURSELF, ONE-EYE!
-Mother of all Ground Pounds impacts into Niddhoggr's head, the incompletely ball of energy shrieking off in the direction of the Marx.-
Medic: Oh shi-
-Czernobog wrestles Niddhoggr into a headlock, the serpentine body coiling around his own-
ONE-EYE! STRIKE!!
With Pleasure, Black God!
-Wotan hurls Gungnir with unerring and deadly accuracy, impaling both Czernobog and Nidhoggr. The wyrm screams in frustration and agony as golden chains erupt from the spear to ensnare the beast; overhead, the previously inert root quivers slightly, then drops like a guillotine-
NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO -Crunch-
edited 9th Jun '10 2:55:18 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-the ground trembles and flows over the exposed root, covering it entirely before going still. Wotan holds out his hand and Gungnir materialises within it-
I Know That You Can Hear Me, Black God; While My Seal Is Sufficient To Contain Nidhoggr, I Have Little Doubt That Here, On Your Own Soil, You Will Find A Means Of Escape. Nevertheless, I Am Honouring The Terms Of Our Truce—My Warriors And I Will Leave...
-grins as severed arm regrows-
...But Sleipnir Stays.
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Can You, Now? Your Arrogance And Tenacity Intrigues Me, Black God. Would That I Could Watch Your Plans Unfold For Myself. Alas, I Must Leave—There Are Things I Would Know That Can Only Be Discerned From Atop My Throne. Farewell, Black God, And If You Ever Find Your Way To Valhalla, A Tankard Of Mead Will Be Set Aside For You.
-Wotan and the Einherjar turn and march up Bifrost Bridge, the rainbow itself disippating behind their footfalls. Before it vanishes altogether, an eight-legged horse ten stories tall leaps from Bifrost to alight gently on the ground. Sleipnir rears up on its hind legs and whinies, a crimson swastika appearing in the sky behind it and gleaming in reflection on the stallion's mithril barding-
Aryans, The Wyrm Is Vanquished And Czernobog remains Bound Within The Earth! Give the Rus One Minute To Refresh Themselves, And Press The Attack!
edited 9th Jun '10 3:08:13 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexI'm pretty sure Gloom is responding to chabal saying how useless Koschei was—his words, not mine.
-Sleipnir trots up and down the battlefield, waiting for the hour when the fighting will resume-
edited 9th Jun '10 6:19:44 PM by SullenFrog
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Yes, We Are Driving It Back! Keep At It, My Aryans!
-Wotan supplements his blast of lightning with giant a barrage of giant crows and Eye Beams. Nidhoggr retreats further, seizing Koschei in one of its talons-
INCINERATE.
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