Sidhe

[KillerMuffin]

The humans are at war. Again. 1940s Europe is once again the battleground. Everyone is up in arms, mobilized and fighting. Chemical and biological agents have been used, tanks, suppression bombing, and heavy shelling have taken their toll. The war has been going on for years.

Mother Earth is crying and her innocent children are suffering. Her fey children, who went into hiding during the time of the Romans, are being called back into service. To stop this war before it escalates out of control.

A delegation of Sidhe were dispatched to the United Nations, to beg for some sort of peace for the good of Gaiea, who is suffering terribly. The 5 elderly ambassadors were taken into custody by the Allied Nations, transported to London, on their way to one of the farms in Langley, Virginia.

A group of commandos from Axis Germany sneak into London and manage to take 3 of the Sidhe back to Berlin.

The Sidhe King assembles his own commando squad of Sidhe and others, like orcs and Druid Mages, whose mission is to rescue the Sidhe Delegation and return them safely to the Fey, which resides somewhere in Switzerland.

*note* Sidhe (pronounced shee) are elves, Sidhe is the gaelic name for elf, ie Bane Sidhe = Banshee.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: this sounds interesting... who could I be ? any suggestions?

 

[Neale]

Climbing aboard...

If you want me, I'm here for you, at your service... Just let me know who, what, when, where, and how..

 

[KillerMuffin]

Pick something! Be what you'd like. Obviously it will be a group that's using the arts of magic, swordsmanship, and general D&Dness to go against the Axis & Allies. I know the UN wasn't quite around then (played fast and loose with it) but neither were a bunch of sidhe! We could even have interested human soldiers, mages, or other. However your character could be at least somewhat credibly worked into the scenario. I'm not one of those thread starters that tries to run the show, I think there is room for everyone to play as they would enjoy.

 

[Neale]

Fremden Sidhe

Fremden is a below average mage, as Sidhe go. Bright enough, just doesn't really have the knack. The only reason he is on this mission is that he is also a lycanthrope. A were-creature; specifically, a were-wolf. In his wolven form, he has the standard werewolf powers and disadvantages. He is a bloodthirsty, ravening monster, totally out of control, except for a silver torc worn by someone else (anybody wanna hold my leash?). The holder of this torc can cause Fremden to change back and forth at will, and has some limited control over the wolf form (think guard dog commands).

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I will Neale if you still need someone?

IC: Nikki is a mage herself, unlike Fremden Nikki holds more control over her power and has the ability to astral project herself into other locations. Also an expert with a bow and arrow Nikki decided to go on this quest looking for glory, and to see new and different places.

 

[poohlive]

Magic and sidhe is great and all, but let's not forget that this is world war 2. We need some kick ass american heroes to fight as well.
Any volunteers?
*grumbles as he realizes he shot his mouth off again*
Fine, I'll do it.

 

[Neale]

Works for me!

I'd be perfectly delighted to have ya holding my leash, milady.

Hey! GI-Pooh! Welcome aboard, sojer!

 

[Morgoth]

(Drum Roll) (Horns sounding) Theatrics notwithstanding, I think Lokken would enjoy playing in a fairly modern war with only a sword and some magic.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: I'll pick up the part of a female sidhe, warrior not mage, with some serious personal problems. Hey, normal people aren't as much fun! The King's estranged daughter of all things.

Who ought to lead this party? Any more takers?

 

[Kepic]

Garlor

I could reprise my redcap character from my old thread Into the Fae... hurting some measly humans isn't going to bother his conscience any, what little he has.

He is tall, nearly 7 feet in height, lean and muscular, with dark purple skin criss-crossed with scars from many a battle and hunt (humans can provide sometimes interesting sport), and possesses an agileness which seems out of place with his size.

Hair long and stained with blood (which dries bright red if in contact with redcap hair and skin), dark brooding eyes, and sharp pointed teeth in a mouth that seems to be set in a scowl.

His minor magical talent allows him to shape bone, which can be put to quite nasty use if he chooses to. Normally, he just likes to snap opponents arms and legs in his powerful grasp, when he has a chance to play with them.

Dresses in close-fit black and blood-red leathers, which look a little torn and worn with age, and carries a number of jagged bone throwing knives and a large, hefty bone club inscribed with runes - which two humans would have trouble lifting let alone wielding in one hand as easily as Garlor does.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko Sakic:

After five hours of being escorted deep into a woods rich in legend, Dinko and twenty armed soldiers came upon a clearing. the five jeeps that carried them pulled to a stop. This is where, in the past, many a soul had been said to go missing, and never return. Dinko looked around, his mouth upturned with a hungry smirk, his eyes squinted as he scanned about. A moment later he ordered the soldiers to search the immediate area for any trace of life. As they dispersed he picked up a blow torch, and a face sheild.

He was sure his men would find nothing, but he knew he could flush out a prize, and he knew how. Moving over to one of the mighty trees in the forest, he leveled the blow torch and spoke into the forest with an even voice. "Fey spirit that haunts these woods, come out and show yourself to me, or I will make sure you have no forest to haunt any longer." And with that he flipped down the face shielding he had just put on. He lit the torch and it flared to life. If nothing stirred, he would set the forest ablaze.


(Anyone wish to play a nymph or a dryad??? Thats what they're trying to find.)

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki heard voices in the distance of human men. Frowning slightly she nimbly swung from tree to tree till she could see the humans. It was a big group of them, one of them had a torch and looked like he was going to light a tree on fire. Nikki backed up and hurried back to Fremden. "There are humans with fire up there, they look ready to burn the forest! We need to do something"

 

[Neale]

OOC:Are we on already?

Fremden:

"Lady, I could try that sleep spell! It could knock them all out at one time, you know?" The look on Nikki's face told him immediately what she thought of that plan, "Look, just because I knocked myself out for a week the last time does not mean I'd automatically botch it this time!"

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki couldn't help but smile fondly at Fremden and his offer. She contemplated alternatives but none came to mind. Putting them asleep would buy them time to notify someone. Hoping she would not regret her decision later Nikki looked at Fremden "Lets do it then"

 

[Ravenloft]

A soldier:

Carrying a machine gun as he kicked at the loamy ground, one of the troops that had come along with Dinko walked slowly about, searching the area about him with sharp eyes. He was coming closer and closer to the hidden sidhe, though he did not perceive them.

 

[Neale]

Fremden

Fremden and Nikki made their way through the trees, silently passing over the forest floor. The humans were just about ready to start their forestfire, so Fremden quickly worked through the motions of the sleep spell. Unfortunately... his concern for the forest made his mind wander a bit, and he accidentally completed the spell with a weather alteration incantation.

The botched spell, however, produced a remarkable effect: Each soldier was coated in a sheet of ice, immobilizing them instantly.

Fremden looked to Nikki, amazement in his eyes, "Y'know... I couldn't INTENTIONALLY have done that!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

Setting the torch to burn, Dinko let the tongues of flame lap along the tree's bark, and up along his branches. He smiled wickedly to himself, not aware that his men had been frozen in place. The tree caught fire and he turned away, moving to another tree several paces away. It was then that he came upon one of his men, frozen as he was. Dinko stumbled back from the site of it. This was not a natural thing, and it frightened him, but he kept his head about him. He reached out and tugged at the gun the soldier was holding, and pulled it away, along with the soldiers frozen hands. Dinko scowled as he nocked the frozen hands against a tree, shattering it. He then flipped his blow torch over his back and hoisted the gun, pointing it into the air and firing, he smiled as it three bursts echoed through the forest. "Time to come out..." He growled to whoever had so effectively eliminated his men as he ran back to the jeeps, where some extra armaments were stashed. He wasn't leaving, and he sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight.

 

[poohlive]

The bomb exploded over their head. Derek looked over at Granger. They both thought the same thing, they were getting closer.
"Troops, move out," the sargeant pointed forward. The men didn't need any encouraging, they ran forward as far as they could, guns in hand. The thick underbrush gave way to a clearing.
"Ok," the sargeant said after he looekd through his binoculars, "they are just on the other side. Frank, take the first flank and go right. Carter, hold your men here giving Derek's flank fire when they cut across. Derek..."
Derek didn't let him finish, "Are you crazy sir? Look out at that field. It's a death trap. They can see us now if they had scopes on those guns. And look at the ground."
Small clumps of freshly moved dirt could be seen, "Those are land mines. I am not endangering my men out there."
The sargeant's eyes grew to slits, there was a low growl in his chest.
"These are my men, and they do as I say. Derek, take your team out there."
"Sargeant, look at the.."
His gun pulled out, aiming right at Derek's face. He stopped, mid sentence, mid breath, mid stride. He simply stopped looking at the commander.
"Get out there," the words came out slowly, piercing into his brain.
Derek watched his eyes. They never waivered. He stood focusing on them, they were as cold as steel.
"Troops, on your feet," he spat. Derek walked forward to the break. He sighed as he looked out there. A death trap. He wasn't going to die because some asshole higher up made a mistake.
"We're taking right," he whispered to Granger. Granger opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but he saw the land mines. He saw the German's on the other side, running around and preparing for the attack. They would be sitting ducks out there.
"Ok," the entire troop ran to the right. Derek could hear the sargeant shouting and cussing, but he gave it no heed. They were going to take this base his way, the right way.
"When I say we jump in, guns blazing."
His troops nodded. He was running out of forest, soon they would be at the edge of camp. This was what he had trained for. His heart beat excitedly.
Time to shine.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Ceridwen

Fremden and Nikki were creeping up on the interlopers, well, interloper. After Fremden's spell, only one was left alive. Cerdiwen wanted to study it, interrogate it. Perhaps it knew where the Envoy were being held prisoner.

She couldn't believe her Father's stupidity in trying to negotiate with humanity. They were good for nothing but destruction.

Slipping her long, slim, sword from its sheath on her back, she slowly moved into a better position to capture the thing. It shoved its weapon in the air, brandishing it at Father Sky, and sent three loud pops echoing through the silent Wood. The trees quivered, whispering their fear.

She dashed to its transport, ducking down out of sight, waiting, biding.

It reached the noisy carriages, ranting in its perverse language, disgusting obscenities. Ceridwen slipped up behind it and stuck the point of her sword to the back of its neck.

"Hello Man Thing. Drop your weapon or lose your head."

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

Feeling the cold steel point resting menecingly against his neck, Dinko froze still. His face scrunched in annoyance as he eased down to place the gun on the ground. "You must be the one that haunts these woods..." He whispered as a growl slipped into his words. As he leaned down, he slipped his hand around a pistol laying inside the jeep he had ran to. He then tucked it in the front of his pants as he rose, tilting his head ever so slightly in the hopes of getting a glimps of his opposition.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Ceridwen

"I have the Man at swordpoint!" she called back in Elvish.

"You are a misbegotten son of man. I trust you not at all. Put your hands where I can see them. Move slowly away from your machines, toward the Wood."

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

Calmly turning away, Dinko kept his back to this woman he had yet to lay eyes upon. His face still held a scowl, and he itched to whip free his fire arm. But now was not the time, she kept the blade's point close to his neck. He began to walk further into the woods as she had instructed.

 

[Morgoth]

"AHHHHHHH!" screamed Lokken in surprise as he fell fifty feet into forest clearing. A man with some kind of machinery stood, with a woman, elf he thought, that held a sword at him. He pulled his sword free as well. "Hey! What's going on? Who are you? What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing at the jeep.

 

[poohlive]

Derek reached the edge of the clearing. He saw the enemy working overtime on loading up bombs and other things. They were all around the perimeter, and just as he suspected two or three machine guns pointed right out into the field his commanding officer had so graciously decided him to tread in upon.
"We'll take them from behind," he pointed a little farther south. The troops moved as far south as they could. Just about everyone had their back turned to the opposing force. Derek could smell victory in the air.
"Attack," he whispered. A long scream erupted as ten men rushed upon the germans. They all turned around, stunned and surprised at the noise. Guns fired, men cried and screamed in pain and anguish. War cries rang through the forest.
All in all, fifty germans hit the floor before Derek's men were through. They only had on injury, a german had gotten off one bullet that hit Granger's arm. It only bled for a few minutes.
"Yes, victory."
His team cheered and applauded. Derek bit his lower lip, a beaming smile on his face.
"I want two men to scout out the perimeter of this place. I don't want any more surprised out of here. Get those machine guns pointed the other way, if anything happens we need to be ready. Granger, go see the medical officer, make sure that arm's ok."
The team all ran out, doing seperate chores to get everything ready for camp. The other flank as well as the Sargeant and his men finally ran up to the encampment.
"You son of a bitch," he spat.
Derek could only smile as he saw the officer look around.
"I thought I gave you specific orders to..."
Derek shot off immediately, "You gave my men orders to die. My way we got victory with no deaths, your way would have resulted in a loss, a great one."
He took out his gun, holding it right into Derek's face.
"When I give an order, it will be fulfilled, down to the last T, now I want..."
One of the shed doors burst open. Derek and Sargeant both glanced back as they saw a german officer make a run. Derek immediately followed him. In a moment he had him on the ground, a gun pointed right at his head.
"Going somewhere?"
The man began to talk in german. He would need an interpreter. Not bad for a day's work. A battle won and a prisoner caught. He could make general for this.
"Finish him," he heard the Sargeant yell. Derek sighed as he holstered his pistol and took out some rope.
"Kill the bastard," he said, running over.
"He's worth more to us dead than alive," Derek shot back. He put the man up in a very grand tie. His legs, arms, even his head was a part of it. He couldn't move too far without hurting something or other.
"I gave an order to kill the nazi, now do it."
"Look at his suit, he's a commanding officer. He's already a prisoner, we can ship him back to..."
The Sargeant aimed his gun right on the german's head. Derek swatted the gun away just as it went off. It rococheted off the ground.
The Sargeant's eyes became blood red, "That's it. You Nazi sympathizer. You are out of my unit. I am putting in a transfer tomorrow. As for today you are going in with your heil friend to that shed."
"What?" Two private's grabbed him. He looked with confusion at the entire party. Had they gone mad? He was the only one in here with a sense of reason.
They put a single knot behind his back and threw him along with the nazi into the same shed he had come out of earlier. It was dark and musty. He could hear the man's breathing in the room with him.
He spat on the ground.