+1 Benny
Spoon Fed Recap
The home stretch is fraught with insurmountable odds. Lets even them!
It was a frantic scramble through what must have been a terrifying creature’s lair. Bones, human and dinosaur like littered the ground. Webs covered the ground Which was a smorgis borg of rotten wood, stalagmites, and piles of filth and disease. The horde was on their tails during the decent and this mad dash and the greater demon hurled insult after insult, ” Is that all you got Heroes? I have seen better! You have a psi-ghost for sake, like a virgin ghost or something. What is that? The imp that could? Oh oh another Apok to play with! Yes!” Despite all that the heroes made it by relying on love and each other.
What happened next on the plane unseen did not require any special vision. A bright light appeared around the heroes of the hour as celestials from a pantheon descend taking their chance to join with Asnir in a what was latter described by Erin Tarin a fool hardy attempt to thwart XY in its apparent weakened state. They were Angels and Beings of Light known just by their function mostly as a court that opposed XY’s awaking. The Scribe, the Queen, The Judge, and The Key Keeper umong others all appeared resplended in their armor with staff and sword held high joining with Asnir and his ever trusted ally the mother Epim for one final strike. But it never happened, XY was merely toying with them as a cat would with a mouse. Their light, with a laugh wretched as any, was snuffed out by a quick dark ethereal blade of blackened cosmic energy. With a painful scream they were all vanished say for Asnir and the lady celestial with golden hair known as the scribe. They two were cast from the ethereal plane by XY’s blade and made mortal. So drenched in blood they were slick and made the ground painted bright with their divinity. They lay at the feet of the resolute heroes struggling to get up and struggling to breathe.
Xy laughed, cruel and penetrating, and the horde of vampires now completely clad in coalition dead boy armor of red hue paused relishing in the defeat of the divine before preparing to redoubled their efforts to kill the heroes. Even the bat like demon chuckled mocking the divine and heroes alike singing a little ditty, ” Oh no! The angels met their match! Dark elf connected to the Apok bone, Apok bone connected to the Magdalena bone, Magdalena bone connected to the Chang-Ku bone. Chang-Ku connected to the dwarve bone. Nom Nom Nom! Time to meet your maker, oh wait you already did. Me!” His leaving out of Brody and Kir was no mere accident it just made the vampire’s pound their CS make vibro swords and cackle even louder! They clamored for more divine blood to be spilled. Several thousand vampires began to shout, ”Asnir Asnir!”
Asnir was quiet looking blankly up at he cavern ceiling. His armor had been rend in twain and sword lay shattered on the ground. Only a low groan escaped his lips, ”I have need of your strength... Kir... His voice was hollow and empty as if the will to continue the fight had been shattered.
The Scribe’s golden locks were made red with blood. Her face was forever marred with a gash from a blade that had bit deep. She was able to bring herself to one knee unsteady and breathing hard. Her gaze swept accross the heroes finally resting on the young sister of Hans who was not quite an adult by dwarven standard (the sister). Her voice quivered full of pain, ” We... We... Failed. Architect... You know what you must do.” She pointed a blood soaked finger towards a narrow gap in the cavern wall just down the way. Beyond it, the heroes could only see fire. ” The moment comes when you heroes must go... Body’s sword is the key, the dwarf child the reactant, and the knife given to Architect the catalysts...” At her words Hans’ sister clutches him tightly. While not physically harmed apparently being alone down here has done something to her. She has barely spoken. The Scribe’s voice fades as a nearby rock wall comes smashing down!
The head lights of a Mark IV comes barreling through the wall towards the heroes sliding to a halt a mere 10 feet away. A woman was at the wheel and its main hatch opens up with a bright light flooding the cavern and temporarily driving the vampire’s back. An automated warning system blarrs cutting through the noise of the hatch dropping, ” Door Ajar. Door Ajar!”
A heavy footed clank comes down the ramp, and out of the hold, obscuring the bright flood lights for a moment. Commander Kurling of the CS shoulders a railgun and in his patient monotone voice said, ” All systems running. Let’s take the fight to the vamps.” The old ally last seen dismantled, now appeared with a body made of reinforced silver, and flanked by a pair of technowizards. One a dwarf, named Tera Silverforge armed with a chrome shotgun. The other a human woman named Audrey whom gave Penitent a wishful nod while she lifted a tw tommy gun filled with wooden stakes. Backing them up out strode Nestor, and Yodh wielding weapons with conviction and they silently nodded to the heroes. Next came Melody a young acolyte of Asnir her face seemed fraught with concern looking from Kir to Asnir lying on the floor. Next to her Taylor Thomas, the young budding TW, heaved a laser rifle powered by sun light. 15 other rangers the heroes had brought with them on their journey also stepped out of the hold.
Audry AKA the rattler grinned at their timely arrival looking out into the cavern filled with vampires, ” Sorry it took us so long. We hand a hard time finding you.” Penitent can feel her gaze linger on him for a moment too long.
Karl chuckles at the assembling of allies. He held his phone out taking a group picture. The newly minted Apok, tried her best to capture the gravity of the situation, ”The Mountain does not waver against the water.”
Karl laughed twirling his blade and slapped her behind, ” Almost. You got to mean it. Poppa Pen always has the best lines.” Despite his earnest jest the new Confessor glares at him until Ashlyn’s white dog shrinks down from a 16 foot dog to a purse sized white fluffy dog. The dog yips softly.
Rod beeps and hovers near, ”My master’s allies the dog is right. We cannot delay or the vampires will be our doom.” Sadly his translating processors did not quite get the translation right or he could have better prepared the heroes for what was comimg.
Penny kissed Brody on the lips and whispered, ” Thanks Hero, lets get this finished.” She winked pulling out her silvered vibro blade.
Nestor gave Ashlyn a peck as well glad to be back in her company. ” Its warms me heart you are still so fetching.” Clearly alive was also true as well.
Yodh looks at Ndreare with a strange smile,”I am not going to kiss you Ndreare. But I am glad to see you alive.” One eye broqw raised in classic quizzical Yodh fashion, ”Vampires in armor is troubling and unexpected.”
The enforcer frowned bending low near the Scribe and looked at Architect reminding him silently of the promise he made. The Lady Scribe smiled despite her wounds and grabbed Asnir’s nearby limp hand, ”Look Asnir... Look at them all... Heroes each and everyone.”
Its like two seconds in the eye of a perfect storm. Having made allies and friends who returned unlooked for brings one hope even in these dark places.
Mercy
React and before the vampires begin their final onslaught share a story of hope that will inspire those around when the darkness is at its most black. +1 advance.