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THE SQUAD'S SPA RETREAT ON WEATHERTOP [log post] [free-for-all] [modplot]

THE SQUAD'S SPA RETREAT ON WEATHERTOP
The hills the squad travel through make an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet, and here and there there are low clefts or passes leading into the land beyond. In the low-lying areas there are the ruins of walls and other buildings, and on some of the hills lie the ruins of different forts and watchtowers.
The highest hill in the area is Weathertop and this is where the squad will make camp on the fifth night of travel. This hill will provide them refuge but no refuge can truly keep them safe. As the crows said, they are the ones that were Chosen by the Green and the darker forces of this world have already found out about their existence.
However, the night starts normally. They make camp and set up watch and the hours pass without much reason for worry. A waxing moon rises into the sky, casting a gentle glow on the world. There is a light chill but nothing insurmountable due to their campfires. All is calm and peaceful.
That's why what happens next probably seems strange at first. Even those who aren't on watch may find themselves suddenly jerking out of sleep due to strange feelings of dread seemingly coming from nowhere. Those with holy magics, blessed weapons, or banked holy spells will find themselves feeling some kind of evil approaching. Those with cursed weapons or unholy powers will feel a sick sort of welcoming feeling, like something dark is approaching, yes - but that they should be glad.
Then the feeling of dread reaches them all, regardless of powers or weapons, clutching at every heart. Even those normally immune to fear may find themselves feeling the cold reaching its way inside them with prying fingers.
That's when the calm, misty night is shredded by the first screech, something inhuman, half-animalistic, half metal scraping over concrete. Another screech answers it from a different side of the hill, like the sources of the screeches are pack hunting and slowly closing in. More cold rolls in and the feeling of despair deepens as the sky starts to blot out with floating shadow shapes. The dementors aren't the source of the screeches but they're being spurred on by them, as if the unearthly shrills are calling out orders of some kind. The cold that sets in makes those that can feel cold feel as if they'll never be warm again.
But that isn't the worst of it. There are loud pops as living human figures pop in around the hilltop and its various trails downward. The ceramic and metal masks of dark wizards glint in the moonlight and spells start sparking from their wands as they start firing at the group - and at the dementors and approaching Nazgul. Cackles and sadistic laughter fill the air. Their leader is a woman with a cackle that sounds more mad and more sadistic than the others.
As the first of the cloaked Nazgul approaches from beyond the ring of stones, practically exuding darkness, one of the Death Eaters steps forward. She is shaking and though she pretends it's all rage and the thrill of potentially killing, at least some of it is fear. Even the Death Eaters can feel the chill from the Nazgul and dementors. Lestrange tries to cover that up with her usual sadistic glee.
"Naughty naughty, trying to steal my mistress' prisoners out from under her nose," she crows, flinging curses. "They're not your toys to play with and we'll send you back to your pathetic formless master with your tails between your legs. You may not be able to die for good but we'll make you wish you have!"
She cackles with shrill laughter and the fight begins in earnest. The Nazgul and dementors descend on the group and the Death Eaters do as well - and both sides attack each other, too, not caring who's in the middle. In the space of minutes, the Squad is in the middle of a deadly battleground.
Fortunately, the hill isn't the worst place to make a stand with its ruins providing cover and good vantage points and there are woods to escape to in the lands below if they make a run for it. Maybe, if they're very, very lucky, they might survive the night.
But their odds aren't great. The Death Eaters are a sadistic force to be reckoned with, and the dementors are no less horrifying for having changed sides to work with Sauron. If anything, they're even worse now, and their orders are that only a few need to be captured for Sauron and the Nazgul - the rest can be killed or have their souls sucked.
And many have fallen at the hands of the Nazgul and all flee before their faces - save the one who desires to have the Nine deliver the Squad into his hands, where they can be broken in the deep dungeons of Barad-dûr, where no light has ever touched.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.
✦ NPCing. Players can feel free to godmode the Nazgul and dementors in their own threads, as these npcs don't talk, and have very little personality beyond being pure evil. Please just make them realistically difficult to drive back as they're very powerful, unkillable enemies. However, the mods will npc the Death Eaters since they're intelligent speaking people. A thread will be available in the OOC post where players can link to their threads to request a Death Eater npc to participate.
✦ Fairy Swaps. Now that the fairy swap mechanism will be in place, players can make their quest characters and Brugh characters magically swap places whenever they want, including during the event itself.
✦ When it Takes Place: ICly this is 5 days into the Squad's journey through the hills.
Anita | Open
[Going from their camp on the top of the hill to the Brugh without her weapon was bad enough. Going from the Brugh to the middle of a battle without a weapon beats that entirely by a thousandfold. The sudden permeating chill and feeling of despair almost knocks her over in surprise.]
Oh, hell no.
[Anita instinctively dodges a colorful burst of light that shoots just past her, soon teleporting away, landing on top of an old stone arch, end stones shifting under the sudden addition of her weight. If it's this loose, she doesn't want to think about the key stone keeping the whole thing up.
She spies someone else with the group running, chased by someone or something in a dark cloak. A completely stupid idea occurs to her, but if it works, it isn't really stupid, is it?]
Hey! Over here!
Dixon
[This isn't the dark of an industralized world; even out into the woods or swampland, light pollution from the suburbs and cities cut into the night sky. You have to get much farther away than Anita's nearly ever been for there to be a difference.
At least, until here. The sky is both lit with stars twinkling beyond the occasional clouds, and the moon's presence offers enough light to see by, showing her the telltale glimmer of gold not too far away that doesn't come from any of their newfound enemies, near black garbed figures- whether they're people or one of those undead creatures doesn't matter much- not with the kind of magic the first group has and the unnerving fear the latter inspire.
She scoops a large rock into one hand, and a bunch of pebbles into the other, before approaching close enough to toss the pebbles in the opposite direction, and lunges forward, intent on braining at least one of the people in black with the rock.]
[Wildcard]
[Got a different idea? Go for it.]
Re: Anita | Open
Yes?
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[Because maybe with just the right bit of force she can maybe topple this arch over someone or something.]
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[ He curses as he has to backstep and push the edge of the morgul blade away from himself, the Nazgul pressing the attack as he no longer has anything that can frighten or harm it ]
Try!
[ He almost runs to her, his guard up, but knowing time is running out for him one way or another as another of the black-cloaked figures starts to approach. ]
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She can only do this once. Timing is everything.
Stay steady!
And then, just as he rushes through, she flips backward, planting her hands on the much bigger man's shoulders as she kicks back with all she can against the crumbling arch's keystone, causing several of the inner stones to collapse right behind them. It doesn't quite collapse on the Nazgul, only a few stones hitting the creature, but it does block the way.
She drops to the ground.]
You alright?
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[ He nearly smiles, and grunts as he realizes the Nazgul is beginning the skirt around the crumbled arch. [
We're running out of time here, I think
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Things don't look too good.
I missed the start.
[She suddenly stops moving, as in view a fight between Death Eaters and Nazgul makes itself known on the other side of some partially broken walls, quickly taking a different direction away from the fight.]
I can only guess we're lucky they're fighting each other and not just going after us.
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He's staggering around the edge of the woods, hoping to find someone and loudly, almost unintelligibly calling for people, when he stumbles on the black-garbed figures at around the same time Anita comes across them. He doesn't even lift his shield this time. He's just so tired and every inch of his body is in screaming pain, from the knife-wound in his back to the second degree burns all up his arms and chest to the five days of hiking infecting every muscle.
He probably provides a much better distraction from Anita for the Dementors than a smattering of pebbles.]
Oh, come on, [he yells at them.]
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Her options are limited, but there's still freedom beyond this spot, and it's worth a try.]
C'mon!
[She dives at him, reaching both arms around Dixon's waist as tight as she can before they disappear, teleporting to the edge of some other ruins not too far ahead.]
Uuh... Mon, what's wrong with you?
[On the one hand, that worked. On the other hand, now she feels dizzy and weak and is probably going to be like this for a few minutes, if it hasn't changed from the last time she tried this. She leans heavily against a piece of broken wall behind them.]
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Knifed in the back. [Well, that's his first concern; it doesn't occur to him that she's actually asking about what's wrong with his ability to talk, think or balance right now. He rests against the wall, leaving a large bloody smear, squinting into air as if it could tell him how the hell they just went from there to here. He doesn't, for the moment, realize it's Anita, and figures that the teleportation function they all have tying them together is dragging them back in range to the rest of the group.
It's not the craziest idea in the world, which means he isn't totally mentally vacant yet.
Not far off, the Dementors turn and start their sinister float towards where Dixon and Anita are combating their exhaustion in the ruins.]
's'got company. [Now he tries to get up, and between the numbness in his legs, the pain in his back and his general inability to balance, he thinks better of it and sits back down.] Need a distraction?
[He feels at this point he's probably a goner anyway (there's a strange sense of accepting peace in that) so he may as well buy her time.]
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[Anita doesn't swear, even though a part of her would want to; right now, it's business. She tugs the cloak she's still wearing off, quickly folding it in half twice, until the folded fabric is thick and still long, and turns towards Dixon.]
Arms. Lift 'em.
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But somehow, the urgency of the situation cuts against his pigheaded nature, and for once he goes with it.
He lifts his arms for her, although not high.]
They're from a book. [He's read all seven Harry Potter books and it took him until now to realize what the Dementors were. Don't judge him.] Don't think anything happy.
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Hold still.
[She grapples the folded cloak around his middle, fully around once, twice and then pulling the one end over his right shoulder, before doing her best to tuck and fasten it as best as she can. It isn't as fast or graceful as she normally would be, and they only have so much time.]
That'll help with the bleeding for now. We'll get it looked at later. By somebody.
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He also does not stand up. That requires a level of willpower he can't seem to muster up without the promise of an actual destination.]
Do you know where the rest of folks are?
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Did we get ambushed?
[She could tell him to get up or try to order him, but instead she hooks an arm under his shoulder to support him back to standing. This is not the time for any sitting ducks.]
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[Which is what the group of Death Eaters roaming nearby do as well. They've dispersed the Dementors and are now combing the edges of the forest for straggling squad members, hooting and laughing the whole way.]
Son of a bitch. [Dixon lifts his shield, then gives it a puzzled glance. The hum of magic it's had is gone. It's just a heavy metal weapon right now, devoid of any of the sorcery that provided protection.
Great timing to find out that invulnerability is finite.]
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She freezes at the sound of Death Eaters nearby.]
What's wrong?
[Now isn't the time for any bad news, it really isn't. While she might not feeling that great from piggybacking Dixon on that teleport, she's still in far better shape than he is. She can still fight.]
Let me see your shield.
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[The spell causes someone's fingers to suddenly wither and shrink and and fall off.]
[The female Death Eater responsible sounds smug.]
I know we're supposed to bring you in to our mistress, but she never said we needed all of you. Or that it had to be every bit of each of you. Just a few bits is all.
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It won't work for you any- [He twists in surprise so quickly he nearly loses his balance again, not at the jinx but at the woman's boast. He didn't even see the jinx. Definitely hasn't seen what happened from it. Doesn't even stop to see if Anita's alright before shoving himself between her and the gloating Death Eater, shield held to cover them both. For a moment he thinks she's just threatening them, that nothing's happened yet but a jump-scare.]
Oh, get fucked, bitch. Your mistress can kiss my ass. I'm so sick and tired of hearing about your- [Several seconds in, he gets the crashing realization that an attack already happened.] Anita, are you-?
cw: body horror?
Re: cw: body horror?
Weaponless
The mere fact she heard and changed where she's running to is enough to hint she's okay with whatever Anita has in mind...or so she hopes. Superb teamwork, Ange, excellent communication skills. Not.]
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Either way, she begins to mentally countdown between the other girl's pace and the speed of the person in the skull mask chasing after her, until...
Anita drops down to the dirt below with a chipped stone in hand, equal in distance to the Death Eater as Ange is, but not currently moving.]
You can't take us both on!
[This is very obviously directed at the Death Eater.]
[OOC: Shall we request a DE NPC?]
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She's pessimist like that, yeah.
But she's also not the type to cower in fear when cornered by someone who wants to hurt her. If Anita wants to fight him, then she's joining -- because the sooner she can get to safety the better, and having a mage pursuing her will only make that harder. Better find a stone too, Ange]
Even if he can, we're not going to hide right now.
[OOC: Sure. Will send the request in the OOC post in a minute]
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What's the saying? Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can never hurt you.
Wrong.
[He flicks his wand.]
Confringo!
[The explosive curse causing the ground and stones around them to explode, with enough force to potentially knock them off their feet if they don't dodge out of the way. It sends red hot stones into the air around them, too, causing them to shower down.]
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I could say the same thing.
[She breathes out, focusing on the Death Eater, and her eyes glow, just slightly.]
Stop.
[She quickly motions at Ange, rock still in hand. If it sticks, they'll only have a short bit of time.]
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In the time he takes to do this, the Nazgûl that had been at his heels draws closer behind, stretching out a hand to grab at him, and just as it was drawing a sword and reaching to wrap that gnarled hand around the seemingly oblivious kid's neck, Impulse took off like a shot toward her, leaving the creature standing there grabbing at thin air, like Wyli E Coyote after he just missed snagging the roadrunner. ]
[ Beep! Beep! ]