The Kroyan Chronicles

[Tifa Lockhart]

Lua looked rather displeased when Sam finished his explanation.
"Such experimentation is bastardization of the world the gods granted us," she murmured, her arms folded across her chest and a foot tapping impatiently on the cold stony floor. "Magic is a way to regulate the natural order, not to pervert its course for ones own gains."

"Save us the pious rattle, I'm pretty sure we all know doing weird things to people is bad," Bronwyn grumbled as she sat up, holding her head.

[Elario Luminus]

Alario listened to Sam's story intently with his eyes closed. The blurriness still hadn't dissipated, so he figured it was better just to close his eyes and relax them. After Sam had finished, he looked down the corridor towards Sam's voice. 'I love story time. It must've been an amazing feat to get out of...wherever you were in such spectacular fashion. Too bad you can't remember anything before then. We might've been able to use it to get outta here.'
He inclined his head towards Bronwyn as she spoke, and nodded his agreement.

[Kylar Stern]

Fix hadn't slept like that for as long as he could remember, had he not instantly remembered where he was, he would have stood up and had a long satisfying stretch. Instead he groaned as he felt - and remembered - the battering he sustained only hours ago, his body various shades of purple blue and black. He shoved the spare clothing into his backpack and checked his weapons, the 20 gauge was frozen, what little lubricant was left on the slide had stuck and the firearm wouldn't fire. Fix didn't have time to thaw it out and clean it, so he stashed the pistol and its ammunition and pulled out the 454. The big wheelgun had fewer moving parts and next to no lubricant, it could also be manually wheeled to feed the 5 rounds to the firing pin. Fix removed his backpack and sack, filled his webbing with 454 ammunition, strapped the 'fragile' box to his back and slung the grapple gun over his shoulder. He hid his bags in a bush and scuttled off.

Fix edged closer the the fortress. Two sentries stood at the gates, one facing off into the woods, the other - in no state of readiness - was staring at his feet. Fix had always been a violent person, but he'd never killed anybody directly, sure he made and sold weapons to violent people - Murderers, Pirates, Soldiers and all sorts - but that was different he felt. He'd have no choice here and against trained soldiers, alert or not, the only advantage he had was surprise. Fix headed left and reached the section of wall that ran into the treeline, the wall curved, so Fix would be out of sight from the two men until he was five meters away. Fix thought for a moment and pulled the hammer back on the 454 while strapping the arm brace around his right arm tightly. He edged along the wall, every step feeling like an eternity.

"Oi Cane!" the barely-alert sentry called to his partner, who had strolled over to a tree and started relieving himself, "we only get this shift if someone in our squad pisses off the chief. Who in God's name could have done anything? We've only been given security work and the grunts do all the shit jobs, therefore shouldn't they get this one? Surely we're needed for something more important? It'll be a cold day in hell before any of us guards gets latrine duty, the grunts all smell like cooked crap."
The Elite soldier, perhaps succumbing to cold or boredom, unshouldered his rifle and leaned it against the wall, then with profound disrespect for ANY military code or practice, took a few steps away from his weapon and pulled a pipe from his coat. He lit it and begun puffing on it.
The second soldier had finished his business and turned while buttoning up his trousers. "Maybe it was just our turn for this shift. How do you always find something to complain ab.... he never finished his sentence, a large hollow bullet entered his right cheek and exited where his left ear was supposed to be, taking a majority of his brain and and leaving a fist sized hole in the back of his skull. He would have been dead ten times before he had hit the ground.

-10 seconds earlier-

Fix could not believe his luck, it was like a dream or divine power. The sentry not only left his firearm for no reason then laziness - an offense punishable by firing squad - but he also turned his back on Fix and the weapon. Fix wasted no time, he'd passed the point of no return and moved quickly forward, both hands extending his powerful handgun in front of him. Fix would shoot the sentry by the tree line first, Common sense dictated that he was the priority, as he was armed and would react quicker then the so called 'Elite Guard' before him. Fix moved between the man and his weapon and aimed at the first soldier's face as he turned around. Fix would never forget how hard his heart pounded as he pulled the weapon's trigger. It didn't kick, it thumped. The crack of the mans skull as loud as the discharge. Fix wasted no time, he turned the pistol on the second sentry and fired into his back, once, twice and fired the final shot into the base of the sentry's head, he was dead the moment the first bullet struck his spinal cord above the heart, shutting down his brain's connection with the vital organs in a blink of the eyelid, instant brain death. The shots would have alerted everybody within a league of the fortress, but Fix had a plan. He grabbed the dead man, whose pipe still smoked on the ground beside him, and dragged him against the fortified wall. He sat the man up, then pulled the 'Fragile' box from his back and clicked it open. Within lay half a dozen assorted works of art that Fix had hoped to sell to the military as prototypes... his retirement fund. All were explosives, all were different, and only fix had ever dreamed up such wonderful things that most people would call 'atrocities'. Fix pulled the middle charge from the foam like padding in the case. Is was cylinder in shape for the left half, and a box shape for the second, and was as wide as his hand laid flat. On the box side were three triggers. One a blue push trigger, one a brown and one a red. Green gave the operator a minute to get clear, blue gave thirty seconds... And red, which fired a burning fuse rather then a complex mechanical one like the other timers. It gave a mere five seconds. It was a mechanism found on ALL Fix's prototype explosives. Fix pushed down on the green trigger with a sigh, stuffed it against the wall and sat the dead soldier in a sitting position to cover it. Fix grabbed the case, closed and strapped it back on and sprinted into the treeline and along the wall, shouldering his grapple gun as he ran. Shouts were heard from all over the compound and all of a sudden the alarm bells rung with a god-awful wailing siren in the background. The base had become a kicked anthill.

[Kylar Stern]

(( sorry that took so long guys, will make up with it with the discription of the explosion soon =D ))

[Renegade]

Sam sat up as the explosions shook the foundations of the building. He looked at the others with a smile. "Took him long enough." he said looking at Bronwyn.
Another shake rang through as what sounded like a wall fell over. The resulting shock-wave distorted the integrity of the cell walls, although not creating a way out, it did disable the field preventing them to use magic.
Sam placed his hands around the bars of the cell, and mustered up all the magic he could. His hands glowed red, and the bars began to melt, offering a way out.
"Right, now we gotta find our crap!"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Lua seemed rather amused by the sounds of explosions around them, and she was on her feet before Sam had even commented. She waited patiently while he made their way out, and moved out ahead of everyone else.

Bronwyn glanced up at Sam the moment the sounds of disturbance began, and there was a slight smirk on her face.
"At least you can count on his for THAT much," she mumbled, getting to her feet to follow behind Sam.

[Elario Luminus]

Alario climbed to his feet, brushing dust from his clothes. He grinned at Sam then approached the melted remains of the bars, poking his head out. There wasn't any guards, so he stepped outside of the cell, still extremely cautious. He looked back over his shoulder to look to the others, then focused on Sam.
'Any ideas on which way to go? Our effects could be miles away from here.'

[Renegade]

((I'm skipping Kylars turn. Will post later))

[Renegade]

Sam shrugged at Alario's question. "No idea."
"But, all Sorym strongholds are the same. In fact the town we were in has the same stronghold as the Lord's castle." He stepped out and looked left and right. "Which means...Follow me"
Samael led them through corridors and rooms, all empty. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their nuisance. Finally they got to a room where there was a man sitting at a table, another longer table up against far wall, on said table sat their gear.
Sam stretched out his palm, a flame igniting on the skin. he then clenched a fist, and searing hot flames were 'squeezed' from each gap between his fingers, flying around in random directions until they each found their mark on the previously unaware guard, killing him.
"There. Let's get out of here." He took his own advice and got his gear together.

[Kylar Stern]

(30 seconds previously...)

Fix ran hard and fast along the treeline. His lungs burnt as he inhaled the freezing air. There didn't seem to be enough of it. He could hear soldiers at the gate - no doubt they had found the bodies. Fix stopped and unslung his grapple, he aimed up and over the wall, towards the roof of the compound and fired, The hook sailed through the air and smashed hard into the gutter grate on the compounds roof. Fix engaged the reel slowly and walked up the compound wall. Once he had reached the top of the wall he peeked over, There were guards, but they were all rushing around and not paying much attention to the sky above them. Fix jumped and switched the reel to instant. He was reeled up the wall and to the top at such a speed that he was carried a metre higher then the rooftop and thumped down two metres from the edge on his stomach, the air whooshed out of his lungs and he quickly covered his mouth to dampen the sound of his coughing.

Meanwhile back at the gate, a dozen heavily armed Quick Response guards searched the nearby treeline and were engaged in heated arguments around the gate as some of the NCO's checked over the bodies and contacted their superiors via radio. One officer bent down to pick up a strange cylindrical object with a square attachment that had fallen to the ground with the bodies that had obviously been moved and seated against the wall. He rolled it over in his hands. The object was quiet heavy and had three coloured little switches two of which were blinking light, both blue and amber. The officer wandered over to his CO, who was opening the front gate to allow a platoon of his soldiers out to scour the area for the offender.
"Sir!"
The man snapped to attention and went to hand his superior the object. Suddenly, it began to beep and the final button began to flash... red? The Commanding Officer looked down at the object in the Noncoms hand and frowned. He went to take it as the fuse within activated the ignition charge.

Crack!

The cylindrical part of the device exploded, spreading a large amount of white phosphorous and other powdered fuels in the air for 15 metres. For half a second, the air 15 metres around the device was more than 30% powdered fuel, but one second after the initial charge, which itself had ripped the Officer holding it in half and sent the CO flying backwards towards his platoon, the secondary device in the square part discharged with the force of a large artillery shell. Its casing completly disintergrated without creating shrapnel; which was fine, seeing as the device was designed to turn anything within a 15 metre radius into shrapnel. The charge ignited the volatile airbourne compound, raising the spot temperature from freezing to 5000 celsius and creating catastrophic pressure, flaying and cooking the majority of the Quick Reaction team in an instant and converting the metal grate gate that the former Commanding Officer was unlocking into a high velocity hailstorm of razor sharp rust-coated shrapnel that passed through the soldiers akin to a welding torch through soft butter. All 30 soldiers were ripped to shreds, the first three soldiers in formation closest to the blast, as well as their Commanding Officer - who was shredded mid-air - were indistinguishable from each other, some of their bone fragments embedded in the victims at the very rear of the formation. After 10 seconds the dust begun to settle, a few soldiers who had been within 30 metres of the blast but around the far more solid walls of the compound were now bleeding from the ears, eyes and nose, permanently deafened and partially blinded by the shockwave, others suffered brain damage and some lay still, not a scratch on their body but rendered completly brain dead. The now crumbling and cracked wall of the compound was covered in human remains and blood that sketched a morbid outline of where the platoon once stood. It was a scene of pure destruction.

[Tifa Lockhart]

((Post order ist kaput again....))

[Renegade]

((yeah, allow me to fix that
Yufi
Ezio
Tifa
Me
Kylar
If I did not have to keep skipping people's posts this wouldn't happen. Also Kylar, I skipped your post, you should not have posted, but leave it. Yufi, your turn))

[Renegade]

((Yuffie, I'm skipping your post. Sorry, but this RP has not moved for two weeks.
Ezio, go.))

[Elario Luminus]

Alario smirked and chuckled with Sam's inventive way of killing the guards that watched their things. 'Nice one!' He exclaimed as he strapped his sword to his hip and rifle to his back. He sighed with bliss as he felt their familiar weight again. Expecting trouble on their way out, the mercenary unsheathed his sword and flourished it a little. He concentrated for a second, and sent a flame charge into the blade, making it burn almost white with heat. Content with the searing effectiveness, Alario walked over to the door and went on lookout duty while he waited for the others to get their weapons and gear.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Bronwyn had muttered a short string of harsh words to show how much she 'appreciated' their current situation before she plunged into the thick of it by following close behind Sam. She'd seen him work before, and she knew that the best place to be to avoid getting in the way, was either directly behind him, or a million miles away.

Lua remained passive about the whole ordeal, utilizing her own magic to dispatch a few guards, but for the most part, she just followed behind, calmly and carefully.