[Mkguild] New Story Arc to Bounce Around

[Hallan Mirayas]

*blinkblink*  Okay, I take it back...  this could be interesting.  When is =
this slated to occur, MK time?

Hallan

> From: bard.michael at gmail.com
> To: mkguild at lists.integral.org
> Subject: Re: [Mkguild] New Story Arc to Bounce Around
> Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 14:00:01 -0500
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> I bounced the idea off of Phil on IRC, and he thinks it's a GREAT idea!  =
He
> even wrote the following bit to give the rest of you an idea of what we c=
an
> do with this plotline.
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> Michael Bard
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> ----------------------------------
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> Mithras Attacks! by Phil Geusz
> =

> "Come on!" I cried from the bows. "This is our best chance! They're trying
> to wade acorss the sea!"
> =

> "Yahrr!" the mute Rupert agreed, beatng his chest aggressively like the
> gorilla he'd been for many years now. Meanwhile the world rose and fell,
> rose and fell, rose and fell around us the storm raged on.
> =

> "A point to port," I shouted at the helmsman, who waved his hat in
> acknowledgement. Our new course was too close to the wind, really, for su=
ch
> filthy weather. But who cared if the storm battered us to pieces? The heat
> ray had done for the rest of my little squadron already; there was no way
> the flagship was going to survive. "Steady!"
> =

> We were within feet f the nearest fighting-machine now, and I opened the
> little valve that would ready my most potent weapon, the Fire. Brass
> plumbing creaked and groaned as the pressure built. The foul, hated Mithr=
ans
> might have some kind of magic heat ray, yes. But I had....
> =

> "Fire!" I screamed as we closed the last yard or so into range and I threw
> the operating lever with my forepaw. "Fire, ye bastards! Scorching, hot,
> scalding fire for every one of ye!"
> =

> "Yahhr!" Rupert agreed, leaping into the rigging. He had his own part to
> play, I'd never see him again, I suddenly realized as he effortlessly
> scrambled up the ropes. He must have realized the same, because just for =
an
> instant he froze, then turned around and doffed his hat to me.
> =

> After that, however, I had no time for Rupert. My Fire-projector gurgled,
> then died as its charge ran out, and I leaned eagerly forward, ears flapp=
ing
> n the breeze, to see what effect the flames might've had. The body of the
> hated three-legged thing was blackened, and even melted a bit here and
> there. I watched as the "head" began to turn in an attempt to magic-burn
> us...
> =

> ...but then it froze in place! It was hurt after all!
> =

> There was only one thing for it, now. "Hard a-port" I cried to the helmsm=
an.
> Then I turned to my rowers. "Give way, men!" I demanded.. "Row for your
> lives! For your homes and children!"
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> "For Whales!" one replied.
> =

> "For Whales!" another echoed.
> =

> "For Prince Phil!" a third added. Then they cheered and bent to their lab=
or
> with a will, as our galley seemed to rocket forward. "Port your helm!" I
> ordered again, as the second fighting machine readied itself to burn us.
> But, it couldn't! We were too close to its companion! "Steady!"
> =

> The impact, when it came, was like the end of the world. I'd rammed many
> enemy ships in my time, but never before had I encountered anything so
> unyielding as the fighting-machine's leg. Still, though, it slowly
> buckled....
> =

> ...and then, as my ship roared past under the impetus of wind and oar ali=
ke,
> the fighting machine began to topple!
> =

> But there was no time for gawking, or even for celebration. "Hard
> a-starboard!" I screamed into the wind, even as a cheer died stillborn on
> the lips of my crew.
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> "Hard a-starboard," the helmsman echoed, spinning his great wheel.
> =

> "Steady!" I commanded, lining everything up just so. The second machine
> still didn't have a clear field of fire. If everything timed out right...
> "Meet her!" I ordered, when everything seemed just so. "Give way!"
> =

> Just then, there was a tremendous crash behind me as the first machine fe=
ll
> dead into the waves. And, in that same instant, we passed directly
> underneath the second! "Row!" I ordered again. "Row for your lives, boys!=
" I
> watched as the magic heat-projector slewed around to track us. "Duck!" I
> ordered, just as the deadly rays flashed forth...
> =

> ...and bounced right back off of the mirrored shields that I'd ordered
> placed all over our hull! The wood underneath smoked and blackened, but
> between the sea and the spray and the reflectiveness, we survived! The
> fighting machine steadied down to fire a second shot-- this one would be
> death, I knew. I might be a rabbit these days, but I was fresh out of
> dodges. And the men knew it, too. "Long live Whales!" one cried out.
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> "Hurrah!" the rest agreed, defiant to the end.
> =

> And then the miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a thick fog arose. Was it
> natural? Or was it magical, the result of a spell cast by an unknown frie=
nd
> or ally" I had no way to know. Not that I cared a whit! "Hard a-port!" I
> ordered, as the beam sizzled down on the place we'd just been. "Steady!"
> =

> "Hurrah!" the men cried out again. And, finally, I smiled too.
> =

> For when I'd last seen the enemy, Rupert had been busily clambering towar=
ds
> the fighting machine's main hatch...
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