I am untouchable elite

[pandablade]

WHO: Illidan, his forces, and all who wish to join in!
WHERE: Central Park! Illidan's Black Church/Well
WHEN: Monday the 31st from Late night, to early morning on the 1st!
WARNINGS: FIGHTING
SUMMARY: Illidan inadvertently summons Cthulhu, and needs to be taken down!
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works goes after!

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FIGHTING CRABHAMMERS [open]

[pandablade]

Before the church, in the valley below were the remnants of what was once a gathering of the greatest wow players and raiders in the country. These were the men who would leave work early just to swing by the store before raid night. These are the men who would stay up late in the night for each of the "extra attempts". What care and love they'd put into their time as gamers had been meaningless once the game had vanished, and they'd assaulted Illidan's fortress in an attempt to return the game to them

[flotillaborn]

She'd been on her way to catch up with Garrus and Grunt at the coordinates that they'd dropped to her communicator when she'd been interrupted by the large mass of Crabhammers -- and Veronica (or at least, she was pretty sure it was Veronica) in the middle of them. She couldn't very well just leave her friend there by herself, could she? Even if Veronica wouldn't recognize her in her normal quarian environmental suit -- well, she wanted to help

FIGHTING ZELGADIS AND KHISANTH

[pandablade]

At the entrance to the church was the first true threat. Here were the two that Illidan had picked himself, and infused with the power of the well. Zelgadis had been the first, forced under his hand by a deal that the boy likely now regretted, wherever he was in there. The power and magic had flooded his mind, leaving him harder than the golem had been before. Hard rock skin across his surface, fissures of green through the stone. The other chosen was Khisanth, who needed no such control over her mind, but the sheen of fel energy rolling across her skin was enough.

They were the ones who were instructed to watch and defend. Ensure that none would enter the church.

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe had been keeping half an eye on Illidan, after his appearance on the comm earlier in the week. Through his efforts evacuating citizens, he had tried to slip past the park now and then to see what the big bastard was up to. His efforts redoubled when Zelgadis went missing. He never made that contact as promised. Yet, Geddoe hadn't been able to find him in or around the park, and didn't have time (or the power) to enter the church

[inthirds]

Life was never so easy or fair.

The significantly stonier face reacted in no way to the familiar, rather to a glaring breech. No one was allowed in. That was the single, motivating thought pulsing through a stupefied mind. All else was instinct and the abuse of memory to keep true to the command.

Zelgadis' fingers ground faintly, reinforced rock-on-rock, twisting and calling up a spell without incantation. No need, not with all that excess magic polluting and overloading. Dug Haut was formidable enough on its own, but corrupted as it was made it worse. The ground between them shivered and split, and black stone chiseled like knives thrust through without so much as a pause for effect.

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe had sparred with the kid often enough to recognize the gestures of magic he tended to use, so he was almost ready for the spell - almost. Magic against magic would be no use to him, he never mastered magecraft and lightning was weak to earth anyway. Instead, the captain braced and then dodged the spikes, tripping and rolling with the last one. He came up fast and broke into a sprint, right shoulder foward, guarding his move until the last second. He completely ignored Khisanth and charged without a word, zig-zagging his way around obstacles to get in close for a testing hit.

FIGHTING ILLIDAN

[pandablade]

Within the church is the big boss. Once the minibosses have been defeated, Illidan waits, his summoning not yet complete, but the most difficult of the process has been completed. When people arrive, he is already crouched by the well, his hands no longer free, one clutching to a bleached skull, scored and cut by the sharp nails on his hand, and the other clutches a gold disc, not yet spread to yield a full weapon. He stands over his well, purple skin reflecting green light. He waits for what he knows will come. Although to the opening door, a long eyebrow lifts in confusion, for this is not what he expected to see. He has often rolled with the punches, and now shifts, tossing the skull aside, the hand moving back to grab another disc, and with a smooth motion, his blades are out, and he waits for a move. Paranoia and a history of being betrayed only went so far.

[technophantom]

It hadn't been a small matter to follow the trail of creatures, discern their origin point and follow at a safe distance while heroes with more offensive abilities than his dispatched the various threats. Not for the first time he was thankful Moonstone and the rest of the team were at home, presumably away from all the chaos.

Rescuing the City and its infrastructure before it was all razed to the ground was a higher priority for Ghost than any other at the moment, and as he slipped into the church he came to a sudden stop and stared at the imposing figure therein. Armed, muscled, inhuman and indisputably the nexus point of the monsters (he used the word technically) outside.

Intangibility was his first and instant choice as he darted off to one side. Letting the heroes take care of things had worked like a charm so far, and he saw no reason to alter a winning strategy. Observing and hunting for weakness was his specialty, and though he was willing to kill for his beliefs, he'd really rather not die for them.

[trueltning_fury]

It took time to get through those minibosses, but at last, Geddoe showed his face. He was not aware that he wasn't the first to the scene, but he didn't really seem to care as he strode in. He carried two swords; in his off hand, the slightly notched and very normal-looking Wild Geese, in his dominant right, the atma blade. It was feeding off the True Rune as well as his undercurrent of emotions, and blazed brightly in the darkness. As for Geddoe, he only had an eye for his foe. His face was stony, but a storm roiled in his dark eye.

Illidan had made this opponent what he would be.

o... officially a week late. *sobs onto life* I am the most sorry 8(

[speedofnaked]

She had not wanted to come. Between the stress and worry that this lonely week had wrought, the ever building pollutant magic ebbing into this realm, and her inability to handle either, Terra had wanted to hide away from everything. She'd been mostly succeeding. But when the great monstrosity from beyond imagining had broken through to this world, the shockwaves of power had forced Terra into her Esper body, more sensitive and more terrified than ever