A March For War

[Lark 2227]

((So what happens when the GMs win and shoot their own warclaim..will they just kill the Empire of Uraguan?

[Dizzy771 900]

I don't like this idea....................

[Shadeleaf 1021]

In a realm of infinate flatness in a deep yet sparse forest, only interrupted by trees that break the height of the sky {and large compressed wool signs of various types}; Did but a group of 5 souls stand in a circle... absolutely motionless and ever so slightly translucent in the half light of a perpetual eclipse.

 

 

"Did you make sure to add the @EventHandler this time?" One figure dressed in light orange spoke, gaze never moving from the sky. Another seemed to growl at the comment, "Yes for the fifth time I'll never forget that again, understand?!" he snapped, lowering his gaze to the first while the others patiently waited.

 

"Just look through the Api, I'm sure you'll learn this all eventually." the first chuckled, eyes losing their glazed quality and becoming more solid looking as he turned about towards a tree. "Let's see if you actually screwed this up for the third time..." he would mutter, snapping a branch as a bright red fruit materialized and fell to the ground, glowing a moment before exploding, sending acidic juice all over the figure's cloke. "Told you~" the second said in an upbeat tone, just as twigs surrounding the clearing began to rustle and crack.
 

A sixth figure approached the clearing where the others stood, a dark orange cloke enveloping its body and seeming to throw particles of energy about as the surrounding foliage bent from its path, reforming soon afterwards.

 

'"Telanir."' All members greeted at once, all attention diverting towards him and away from the explosive fruit. "Gentlemen~" he spoke in a calm voice, a stoic expression upon his face.  "You all here have devoted your existence to sustaining this world of ours have you not?"  he questioned, continuing so soon as the circle warily nodded, "Every 'update' this world has gone through you have helped us get past, fixing key components that never would have existed without our intervention and innovation." He paused a for a time, looking each and every member squarely in the eyes before continuing lowly, "When those of the other realm pray to the Creator... Wehther they know it or not, they pray to us..." He trailed off as every member of the circle nodded in acknowledgement, smiles appearing  on the faces of many.
 

"Great then, as it seems our brothers of the other plain are in need of help once more." he said, vision flickering a moment as he reached down, a gnarled iron staff now materializing within his grasp. "We have always been a substancial force in the background, no matter the level of our numbers... Now it is time to show the others what we are truly capable of; what the true power of our kind is. Those known as the "Gms" have been threatened by a mortal race... their numbers are weak, and they need all the help posiable to sustain their subtle reign over the soft minded inhabitance of the world they call Anthos." Taking a breath and walking closer, he finished the speech. "Fight with me brothers... not everything can be fixed through the Eclipse... war being a prime example."
 

There was a small bit of hesitation and silent glances, before as a singular entity, they turned towards him, the synchronized sound of cloaks being cast to one side resounding through the night air. At each of their sides lay artfully crafted blades resting in black leather sheaths, each and every tailor-fit to the grip of it's owner.

 

"Telanir," the closest cloaked figure spoke, "As always, we are at your will. Simply request when and where we are to be, and it shall be done." With that every figure drew their sword and raised it towards the sky, bright orange sparks blinking in and out of vision about them in the light of the eclipse. "I'm sure you won't disappoint gentlemen... Now back to work, the players seem to want a replacement for the last node we removed."

 

With that each member of the circle bowed and turned back in idol chatter, new ideas flying about from one to the other, and Telanir walking back into the forest and slowly fading into a dark orange mist.

 

As the creators of this world, THE TECH TEAM would not let their fellow guardians fall to creatures as weak as the dwarves, and the repulsive thought alone of loosing control of the village to an inferior race would fuel their drive to win.

[K00l 72]

Antags, defend your creators!

[Ever 2648]

As stated before, somehow GM's need to be "stripped" of all spawned in items prior to the battle beginning; not only would this give them an advantage, but even worse; should the GM die, those items they spawned in are now in the hands of the player.

 

???

 

We don't walk around with spawned items. I have an empty inventory 99% of the time I'm online. 

[Paint 51]

((i have a bad bad feeling about this))

[Alu 16]

*After a breif meeting with his Company, Spencer sends a short letter to the GM village for the residents to read*

"The Hellshearts are with you"

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( Make fun not take things way too freaking seriously, this'll be fun people :)

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Everyone stfu this is a good idea and I like it​.

[CloakandDagger 134]

???

 

We don't walk around with spawned items. I have an empty inventory 99% of the time I'm online. 

Im not saying you walk around with them all the time, but for an event such as this, where death is very likely; just saying you have to be "extra careful"

[Haelphon 407]

MON THE SCOTTISH GMS

[Helvetius 314]

 

In the desert not that far from the doomed village stood a small group of men and women. The sand blew around their feet in delicate swirls, grabbing at their blood red cloaks and tossing them around their legs in a frenzied dance. Impassive they were, their hands bloodied by hundreds of denials clutching long spears planted into the sand. Each held a shield, a shield that had saved them against many a QQ. 

As the sun fell under the horizon, they stirred and began to march. It took them but a few moments to reach the grassy bluff overlooking the assortment of eclectic collection of houses.

 

Yet they made no effort to join the bustle of activity inside it. Some even might notice them sneering at the pathetic group of so called warriors who named themselves the Application Team.  Why would they help? The dwarves would do them a favor by removing all the troublesome people who believed themselves superior to the true gods of Anthos.

With a roar and a clash of steel against steel, they banged their weaponry against their shields. Tonight, the clouds would block out the sun, but the VILLAIN APPLICATION TEAM would not fight in the shade. It would not fight at all.

 

"Ahoo!"

 

Their famed warcry echoed across the lands. Majestic to the very last.

 

((IMPOSTER OF LEONIDAS!))

[Bucky_24 132]

((Me tinks all seriousness of LotC just went out the window... Unless of course, someone makes lore for the GMs, or Gods Men, I don't think this makes much sense. THE FOURTH WALL MUST NEVER BE BROKEN))