The Elder Invasion: CHAPTER 2 - Shapeshift Town

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    Shapeshift town, located around the hilly country south of Iwaku city borders the forest and acts as a safehaven for those who feel shunned or persecuted by the main populous.
    The largest and most successful of the cults other than Dystopia the Shapeshift village spans several acres and has spread across several hills. The town center sitting on the highest, offering a view of the plains and Iwaku city.
    The town is a bustling place, with architecture from all walks of life due to it's mixed races. The streets are cobbled and carts are used far more than cars here. To the south west lie the chocobo stables.

    [Power Hierarchy: S, D, R, C]
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    "...Oh, and three of those jars of coffee. The big ones, over there."

    Myrnodyn pointed at one of the shelves behind the shopkeeper with a short five fingered paw. His eyes were narrowed to slits to keep out the sunlight that seemed determined to burn his retinas. Of course, the sunlight would not have bothered him half as much if he hadn't spend the last three days (and the last night as well.) locked in his dimly lit laboratory to look over the results of the recent testing and start of a whole new line of products.

    The new invention (an idea originally brought to his attention by archy.) seemed to have some issues that would needed to be worked out before any mass production could formally start. Unfortunately, free will couldn't be removed from the bioroids, as they needed it to make their own decisions and be accountable for their actions. Without it, they might as well have made robots. This meant the neural programming was extremely delicate and would need an encryption key added to it. Of course, they had to lose the prototype just before final modifications.

    "Sir?" The voice of the skunkgirl behind the counter shook him from his thinking, and the puppy scientist took the bag she was holding out for him, and threw some engels on the counter. He nodded a goodbye at her and winked merrily before he left the shop and went back out to the main-street. Myrnodyn's puppy-ish facial features then went back to their tired positions and the shapeshifter sighed.

    It had been fun, creating something new altogether, but where Archy could simply take off and search for what he/she had dubbed his/her daughter, Myrnodyn had other responsibilities.

    There were still other projects running at the labs, there were council decisions that needed to be made, production of new magiscientific applications were his responsibility too, and of course, he still needed to come up with a solid application for the bioroids. Forty-eight hours in a day would not be enough to do it all (which reminded him, he needed to have a word with the guilds mages about that time machine project) and yet he somehow managed.

    Myrnodyn needed a break from his usual work, and soon, or he would lose all creativity. The puppy sighed once more, and purposely let his mind wander away from work. He wondered how Jack was doing. He hadn't seen ANY part of Porg in quite a long time, maybe it was time to seek one out again...
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    (Musical Ambience: Firestorm Menu, Frank Klepacki, C&C Tiberian Sun: Firestorm)


    Firebase Spartan
    Independent State Armed Forces-Expeditionary Forces Firebase
    Two miles from Shapeshift Town...

    Daily operations in a Firebase often entailed maintaining equipment, taking up hours in the workday. The soldiers couldn't complain. Compared to most Firebases, Firebase Sparta was in a much better position allowing for quicker turnover on leave and quicker resupply, making for better morale amongts the soldiers.

    It's presence was a condition of alliance between the Shapeshifters and Dystopia. Should war break out the Firebase would be quick to defend their allies.

    Or attack them. The base commander has orders to hold the facility until reinforcements arrive or until nuclear weapons can be brought up to wipe every trace of the base from the face of the earth. The officers were well aware of this however they were not about to tell that to the enlisted ranks.


    (Musical Ambience: Baby, Please Don't Go, Them, The British Invasion: History of British Rock, Vol. 5)

    Firebase Sparta
    Tank Depot...

    "Johnny, toss me a nine sixteenths. The half inch gets me only so far in here." a mechanic shouted down to one of his fellow Rangers as they worked to rip the Governor system off a Crusader's turbine engine. Doing so gave them another ten to twelve MPH of road speed. Johnny dug into a toolbox, coming up with the requested tool.

    "Why doesn't the factory build them without these things?" he asked his compatriot as he loosened some nuts.

    "I don't know. Maybe I'll ask the ArmsTek tech rep next time he's around." the mechanic replied. Tech reps only came out whenever there was something that the mechanics and engineers couldn't fix through troubleshooting or a 'Deviation from Specifications.' The DfS methods were more common among ISAF-EF units. Depending on the distance determined whether or not tech reps could be sent out, resulting in many soldiers cross training into mechanical, technical, engineering, and electrician roles.

    "Hey, Johnny, Carmine, knock off. Workday's over." a Lieutenant shouted to the two soldiers as a pack of Minigunners ran past, barking out a running cadence. Carmine wiped sweat from his brow then looked at his watch.

    "Well shit... I wish someone would have told me earlier we were getting off early." he shouted as he descended from the tank.

    "Patriots Day's tomorrow." the Lieutenant said, a pair of F-22A Raptors flying overhead. Carmine grabbed his canteen from the shadow of a Paladin II Improved and emptied it, first into his mouth then onto his head. He looked across the base to the airfield where a pair of Sea Comanches were turning and burning, preparing for another routine patrol.

    "Must be nice for the boys in the home office to get leave." Johnny commented as he gathered the tools and loose parts, putting them in their designated places.

    "Yeah, no shit. Wish I knew what that was like." Carmine replied as the three men walked away from the tank depot.


    -Description of Firebase Sparta's mission.
    -Slice of life for ISAF-EF Mechanics.
  4. Re: Shapeshift Town



    Kaitlyn sighed as she dusted off the newly made sign and hung it up outside of her new home and business. Dusting her hands off after centering the sign she stepped back as a smile curled on her lips "Perfect!" she said clasping her hands together happily. Humming softly she picked up her tool kit and headed inside the building. Kaitlyn was new to Shapeshift town, but so far things seemed well enough. She'd manged to find a building to rent so that she could start her dream, and it even had a living space above so she wouldn't be homeless. Now all she needed was some customers and perhaps a few employees.

    Heading inside tables and chairs were haphazardly scattered around, boxes were piled about, and random odds and ends were partially unpacked "man..guess I should start cleaning this place up!" she said with another grin as she got to it. There would be a slight racket inside as she quickly moved to unload things in her 'own way'. Dust flew from the open door making it look as if a hurricane were occurring inside. She didn't really know who the owner of the building was, but she'd received confirmation on the deal with rent. She simply needed to apy a monthly fee to a particular mail drop off and she'd be good to go. No strings attached as far as she knew.

    After a moment she paused as she opened a large box and her smile widened. It was her cooking gear, and first and foremost were her frying pans. Taking out the large cast-iron skillet before her she stroked it affectionately "i'm sorry I had to lock you up so long, but you're free now" She smiled as she began to move things into the kitchen and organize. After a few hours things were starting to finally be put together and it was looking like a real bar/restaurant. Taking a break, she pushed the boxes into storage and went to pour herself a nice drink. "So it begins"

    [[Kaitlyn is just moving her things into the location of her home/restaurant-bar]]
  5. "Melissa could take days at that."
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    Shapeshift town: Centre.
    Myrnodyn got knocked to his feet despite being a fair amount away from ground zero. He coughed to clear away some dust from his lungs and got on all fours before standing up again. Down the street he could see the giant mechanical spider unfolding and he looked on with interest as the highly advanced machination began to take control of space and time. "We have to salvage some of that if it's possible, but for now shape-shifter town needs action." Was the first thing to flash through his logical mind. Concentrating for a moment, he popped out of existence, the rushing sound of air the only indication someone had been there before.

    Shapeshift town: Mage Academy.
    The sudden air replacement was the first warning that once again the scientist had popped into the magical sanctuary without any warning. Of course, this time the council of mages had expected him, as they too had noticed the recent attack.
    Walking into the middle of the giant, dome-roofed room, The shape-shifter Councilor Myrnodyn held his paws out to demand silence, and amazingly enough it worked.

    "We are under attack by an, as of yet, unidentified mechanical construct. I'm not sure if we can expect any help soon, so for now, assume we are on our own."

    The Puppy paused for a moment to formulate his plans properly, which allowed one of the assembled mages to ask something. "What of Firebase Sparta? I'm sure they know how to handle these things, and aren't we allied with them?"

    Myrnodyn sighed. "Last I saw Firebase Sparta had enough problems on their own, I hope they know how to handle this, because they are neck deep into this shit."

    He looked around at the shape-shifter mages and followed up on his explanation.
    "I want you to round up the students and have them sent to the castle, the trainstation, and the labs to erect magical barriers. We need some safe places to fall back to, so make sure they realise the importance of this. I suggest sending your healers along with them, so they can help erect the barriers and heal any injured that are brought in. Furthermore I want your ten best battlemages to attempt and close or destroy whatever that big fucking spider uses to summon it's minions, whatever the hell they are. The rest of you activate the golems and help the fight in the streets, and evacuate any civilians to aforementioned safe-points, if you are pushed back, defend the tower and turn it into another safe-point."

    The already tired councilor took a step back and closed his eyes to teleport, but then remembered something. "Oh...And see if you can't contact Archy in some way. y'know, the random one. This is no time to be chasing prototypes." With that final remark he popped out.

    Shapeshifter Castle:
    ...And appeared again in the barracks situated inside the Head Councilors residence, scaring the living daylights out of the sergeant he appeared next to.

    "I don't have much time." Myrnodyn said. "We are under attack by some giant stone spider, inform Lady Kitti if you can find her and your superiors. I want most of the army to move out and clean the streets, orders are to engage with the spiders minions and gather reconnaissance on the thing in question. DO NOT ENGAGE the monster untill we know how to defeat it or untill the mages have gotten rid of it's portals. Save one unit each for the three designated Safe-Points: The train station, the castle, and the labs. Now go!"

    As the sergeant ran off, the puppy sighed and concentrated on it's next destination.

    Shapeshifter labs: Storage unit zero.
    The air rushing out displaced the dust of several years that had build up on the rocky floor of this secret area. There was no entrance or exit to this place, and only those who knew about it's existence and exact location could enter it through magical means.
    Myrn walked to the wall, and transformed into a human, using the forms more agile fingers to type in the seven digit code he had memorised. It would be dangerous to make a mistake there. Several lights went on in what appeared to be a cave, and revealed row upon row of contraptions, weapons, and containers deemd too lethal to be left in the hands of mere mortals.
    It was a risk of mad science, Myrnodyn knew. There was always that irksome habit of wanting to create something extra-ordinarily dangerous, if only just because you could.
    Many of the inventions stored here worked fine in the areas they were build for, but and fatal design flaws in less logical traits, like not killing their user and unmalignent sentience.
    Therefor, Myrnodyn rarely came here. It was not worth the risk of dying, let alone letting these contraptions out in the world where just about anyone could fall victim to them.
    These circumstances were exceptional though, he figured, and he would certainly not remove the world shattering items. Instead, he walked past shelves forty till sixty without even looking and went straight towards shelve eighty-six.

    On it was stored a lightweight bodysuit, with a two devices seperately next to it. The usefulness of the suit in this situation was unquestionable. The devices next to it, meant to be strapped on the wrists, fed on the suits power to create two energy claws, easily able to cut through most substances they had tested it on. The suit itself increased ones agility, strength, and stamina proportionally to the wearer. It would have been the ideal weapon for close combat, except that none of the scientist could figure out a proper powersource for the device. Then, one morning, they found the lead scientist on the floor, wearing the suit and dead as a doornail.
    After some asking around the situation became clear: The head scientist had asked a mage to help with his problem, and together they had agreed that the most effective way to power the suit would be one owns life-force: It was cheap, efficient, and ultra light. Not to mention that people would think twice about using it unless things were desperate, instead of conquering the world with an army dressed in suits.
    Unfortunately, they miscalculated the power the suit would require, and after fifteen minutes of testing the suit, the overzealous scientist had collapsed to the floor.
    After the incident, Myrnodyn had decided to store it here, only to be used in crisis situations.

    Now, he removed it from the shelve and carefully folded it and put it in a bag next to him. The suit didn't have an on switch, so as soon as he wore it, it would start draining his life force, and he wanted as much time as possible. Now, feeling prepared for any eventuality, Myrnodyn left the chamber the same way as he had come. He still had to prepare his scientists for the assault.

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    Myrn readies the Shapeshifter defenses and teleports to Storage unit Zero: A well defended underground compound where all highly dangerous Shapeshifter prototypes are stored. He retrieves one specific item and leaves to inform his scientists of what's happening.
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    (Musical Ambience: Soccent Attack, Steve Jablonsky, Transformers: The Score)

    Firebase Sparta
    Shapeshift Town...

    It was total chaos. The Rangers and Marines posted at Firebase Sparta had trained to fight the Iwakuans and the Bread Cultists but not Noobs. They weren't ready for the hordes of Noobs that were now inside of their base, fighting them on their very doorsteps. Already half the garrison had been wiped out by the spiders, the rest barely hanging on by a thread.

    "SUPPRESSION FIRE!!!" a Lieutenant shouted as the first of the Trolls plowed through the gates, full metal jackets peppering the beasts. They didn't seem to register the pain until a round took out soft tissue, particularly a lucky shot at an eye. This served to anger them more as they began their slaughter. One troll raised it's axe to cleave a Minigunner in half and lost it's head, facilitated by a Crusader tank, the main cannon smoking. Noobs pressed their attack on all sides, threatening to overrun the base. In the TOC the base commander tried desperately to raise Underbase IV, hoping to get reinforcements or a nuclear strike.

    "Sparta to Scrap Iron City, do you read me? We're being overrun here! We need a solution!" Brigadier Carter shouted into the handset, the facility rocking with explosions. "Either get us more men or get us some nukes!" A hijacker appeared in the room, several noobs with him. The TOC became a flurry of activity as Bullpups and pistols contended with fireballs and knives, radio equipment and computers suffering in the crossfire.

    Underbase IV had heard the calls but the personnel of Sparta could not reply.


    -Firebase Sparta is overrun.
  9. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    "Bloody fucking hell... I hate spiders."

    She knew she should've left sooner. She knew she should've gone back to her apartment in Iwaku City the moment her business here in Shapeshifter Town was completed. But goddammit if she hadn't taken her sweet, lazy time... Giant, stone spiders. Perfect. Just perfect. And hordes of enemies to boot.

    She stood on the roof of the small hotel she had been staying at, fingering the jeweled necklace she wore as she stared grimly at the source of the destruction; she'd been lucky, as it were, to be staying at a place far from the center of the town. The chaos had yet to fully reach her location. It also gave her a perfect view of the source of that chaos, and she didn't like what she saw.

    The spider was... enormous. Bigger than anything she even recalled going up against in the War. And despite the whispering growls of creatures that wanted to fight, wanted to be let loose to fight, she felt a cold prickle of fear. Not even the biggest and most powerful of her forms could so much as crack the armour of that leviathan.

    She doubted that anything short of one of the ISAF's secret weapons could.

    Yet still... people were here. People who were being killed by the hordes that thing was summoning. They needed a chance, a shot at escape, something to keep the invaders busy while the town was evacuated.

    She couldn't do a damn thing about the spider, but she sure as hell could make those invaders wish they'd never set foot on Iwaku soil.

    Baring her teeth in a snarl, she wrapped her fingers around the necklace, gripping it tightly, and the jewel at the center
    erupted with blue light.

    The transformation took hold swiftly; almost immediately, fur spread and grew rapidly across her body, her clothes vanished beneath the thick, pale blue coat; horns burst from her head, curling around her skull and her ears lengthened and grew until they hung down. Her skeleton shifted with a loud crack and she fell onto all fours, nails growing into long bear-like claws, face pushing forward into a snout. As her eyes became opaque, fading entirely to white before deepening into a solid, dark green, she felt the most important part of this change begin- she grew.

    She grew and grew, muscle mass and bone density increasing until she could hear the roof beneath her groaning and beginning to crack with the strain, and then she leapt from the building's roof, by then so big that her landing on the street below barely caused her to stumble. She grew until her head, dog-like and snarling, cleared the rooftops of the smaller, nearby buildings.

    Eighteen feet and several tons of angry alien canine couldn't do a whole lot against a stone spider at least a hundred feet in diameter, but it could still make life hell for the invaders it brought with it. With a howl, she leapt forward, the ground shaking as she charged for the center of the Town, where the fighting was taking place.

    She came upon them almost immediately. It was hard to keep running when her poor vision made it impossible to see if there were people underfoot, but she used her sense of hearing for a guide and kept the spider in sightl where the spider was, there would be invaders. She tossed her head from side to side angrily, nostrils flaring as she tried to pick out a target; then something came into view in the haze of greytones and small, burry shapes- something way too large to be a typical Iwakuan resident. With a growl, she swatted at the Troll, and sent it flying into the next building.

    If the invaders had been uncertain how to respond to her arrival before, this decided their reactions for them.

    The next thing she became aware of were flames, being launched at her from all around as the invaders surrounded her. Only a few of them were causing the conflagration, but the others were launching themselves at her with a vengeance; her fur was so thick that many of their physical attacks could not harm her, but it was an advantage being turned against her as the flames caught a foothold in the thick hair and began to burn. The acrid smell of the burning fur made her nose hurt and her eyes water, and then the heat was searing her flesh below, and she roared in pain; she retaliated, rearing onto her hind legs to swing her claws at the invaders surrounding her, killing many of them on contact and sending the corpses flying. Landing back on all fours once more, she spun, trampling many of those who remained, and when the initial assault had been crushed, quickly rolled; it would cover her in gore that would not disappear when she turned back, but it was the only way to put out the flames that would otherwise continue to harm her.

    When she at last rose again, she still felt the pain of her seared flesh- this form was not meant to handle heat, let alone flames- but that only focused the otherwise chaotic mind of the creature, and made it easier for her to direct it, launching it forward and closer to the spider where the invaders were being spawned.

    Kill them all, she urged it, and the Mutt readily agreed.

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    [SUMMARY] Psychosis, who was in Shapeshifter Town for unknown business, has joined the fray. She has nothing large enough to try and fight the Elder with, so she takes her Mutt form to fight the Invaders it is summoning instead, to try and buy time for the inhabitants to evacuate.

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    「 AUREA 」
    ⦙⦙ RACE | Half-Elf ⦙⦙ MAGIC| Earth ⦙⦙ AGE | 16

    The role of the earth mages is to protect and support others in their party. Such a role describes Aurea perfectly. Rather than take the spotlight, she is more than happy to surrender the attention to others looking for glory. Indeed, she gets her happiness from others’. Aurea is also a big fan of order. She’s not one to lose small items: they are always exactly where they need to be. This often manifests in her grooming of Plainswalker: she makes sure the garden on his back is nice and compartmentalized for small, medium and large flora. Finally, Aurea is generally shy, waiting for others to start a conversation. She much prefers to listen anyways.
    Aurea was born amongst the Sur tribe in Folhath. The red head of hair was a rare sight among the elves. It meant that they would be getting a visit from the dragon wardens. The wardens who visited weren’t strangers to the area, and did a good job assuring the parents that they wouldn’t ruin their child. It was a fitting beginning for someone who would grow to love the usual.

    Growing up in Haven was perfect for Aurea. Meals were at these times. Classes began and ended at the same time on each day. Chores peppered in some available time slots. She appreciated the structure, even before she knew what that was. Many of the children dreamed of adventure, but Aurea dreaded it. The extent of her adventures outside consisted of her sitting underneath a tree in the garden area. It was a quiet area to practice her panflute.She wasn’t sure what attracted her to the area in the first place. For some reason, she felt the plants around her enjoyed the sound, encouraging her to keep playing. She mentioned this in passing to a teacher and was immediately placed in earth mage classes.

    The pivotal moment came when Aurea was 10. She had been spending more and more time in her garden spot, practicing her magic and playing her music. She started going there twice a day. Then she ate meals there, away from the other children. She couldn’t explain why she had to be there; sometimes she forgot she was there at all. It was when she couldn’t go that a teacher began suspecting a bonding event. Aurea had broken her leg during a training exercise, confined to the student quarters. There was at least one flight of stairs between her and the garden; she was unable to get there by herself. It wasn’t for lack of trying; after spending two days bedridden, Aurea crawled out of her bed and made her way to the stairs. Fortunately, the teacher caught her before she tumbled down. “I have to go! I have to go to the garden,” she cried out. Her sickly appearance was unlike her, and taken together with the other signs, he took action. The teacher carried her out of the castle and placed her under the tree. Almost immediately, Aurea began feeling better, more calm. Suddenly, the garden began to shake. Next thing she knew, she was 16 feet in the air as her garden sprouted legs and walked off. Aurea was upon a mighty earth dragon! The dragon took one look at her injured form, a look of concern upon his reptilian face. Rather than bellow a mighty roar, he whistled like a songbird. It was his turn to sing her a song, the same one Aurea practiced. Anyone else would have screamed bloody murder with the sudden change of scenery, but to Aurea, it was like a piece of her returned to her body. She dubbed the dragon Plainswalker, the first step in the bonding process.

    Training with PW was…bumpy at first. Aurea was glad to have an assistant to help her with her chores. She was quickly informed that that’s not how this worked. They were assigned small errands to villages not far from Haven, accompanied by a mentor to supervise their relationship building. Her attempts to guide Plainswalker during these trips often led to long detours and lost supplies. The air was filled with “Go right!” and “No, your other right!” followed by annoyed squawks from PW. It took some time to get used to their quirks, but like most wardens, they learned to live with each other. Eventually, PW was the first to get Aurea out of her shyness.

    If one were to describe what developed over time, one could say Aurea and PW were an old married couple. One particular day after four years of training, Aurea was grooming PW, cleaning the garden on his back of weeds and trimming overgrowth. His mewls of protest were followed up by his warden assurances: “You’re going to look pretty! Now hold still, we’re bonding!” Afterwards, the dragon would see his reflection, he’d stay quiet. This was followed by “I told ya so!” by Aurea. He stuck his tongue out and she did the same, each mimicking the noises “nay nay nay nay”. They still acted like kids sometimes.

    By the time she was 16, Aurea was showing proficiency in earth magic and archery. Both complimented her preference to avoid too much attention. Her ability to summon a pillar of dirt at just the right time saved some classmates some trips to the infirmary. When it came time for war games, students would bribe her to get her on their team. When needed, she could summon a pillar beneath her feet for a temporary height advantage. It made picking off targets with her bow a bit easier. Such skill eventually led to talks about tests and advanced classes, specifically those that would lead to graduation. Aurea wasn’t in so much of a rush to join the dragon wardens in missions outside Haven. She had grown far too comfortable with her current lifestyle.

    Fate would of course change her plans.


    Aurea is loyal to her friends and will always come to their aid when called. She’s not one to talk back to those of higher rank; she thinks very highly of those who worked hard to get such rank and skill. Aurea will work even harder for those that earn her respect. In addition, Aurea likes to take care of others, lifting spirits when she can. Her caring personality is a boon on the battlefield: she prefers to stay in the back, minding the barriers while the others get the kills. When it’s needed, Aurea has skill with the bow and earth magic, working to combine both for new strategies.

    As Aurea lets others take glory, her role may go unrecognized. In fact, she’ll downplay her efforts herself, particularly if she doesn’t meet her own high standards. While happy to take on other tasks, Aurea is often at risk of biting off more than she can chew. She has a hard time saying “no” to people. Finally, Aurea hates unpredictability. Performing the daily morning chores around Haven? Great! Spending one morning in the rain and the next running from an angry mob? Bad!
    Aurea stands at 5’ 6” and weighs around 125 lbs. Like the other wardens, her hair is a brilliant red, which contrasts greatly with the pale skin she inherited from her elfen mother. Her hair is kept short, about shoulder length to keep it out of her face during training. It is often tucked behind her slightly pointed ears (much less pointy than the picture suggests). If one manages to look at her face long enough, one can see her blue eyes, not cold, but warm.

    Aurea wears garb typical of trainees of the Haven; it was the outfit on her back during her escape. She wears a blue tunic, with the bottom pleated for a more feminine touch. The black leggings give her the flexibility to dodge quickly. She was lucky to be wearing boots for long treks across the world.

    Secondary Weapon ||Bows

    Name | Plainswalker (Nickname: PW)

    Type | Earth

    Height & Length |16ft tall, 38ft long

    Personality |Of all the dragons in Haven, PW is likely the least ferocious-looking. He usually spends his days walking about the landscape, getting sunlight all across his body in order to maintain his grassy feathers. He tends to linger around human activity, particularly when music and celebration are involved. PW is just as friendly as he looks: children have fun playing in the garden upon his back.

    PW’s back is typically filled in with soil, allowing for a garden to be grown, whether for food or medicinal plants. Those plants may change periodically, but the one constant is a large bonsai tree of pink petals. The tree is about 5 feet tall, which is just tall enough to hide someone small (or someone sitting down) beneath its branches. His thick grassy pelt hides a massive wingspan. This can take some by surprise if they aren’t familiar with the dragon.
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    Piles of papers were stacked two feet high upon a large mahogany desk. They surrounded the office worker like hungry wolves determined to gobble up her remaining time. She was outnumbered, but not outgunned. These unsorted mission files had no idea who they were dealing with!

    Aurea was found seated in the historian’s office, going though files that need sorting. The historian had recently acquired a new series of shelves to store more of their records. Mission logs, historical records, important speeches, it all had to be placed in its particular cubby hole. There were specific instructions on how to organize them: each row was dedicated to a period of time. Within one row, files were to be alphabetized by the lead emasari, author, or speaker depending on the contents.

    Aurea wouldn’t have it any other way.

    To anyone else, this would have been a mind-numbing task. In fact, it was to be someone’s mind-numbing task before that someone passed it on to Aurea. She used this time to reflect on her day, and what she would do the next. Perhaps she would have a picnic with Plainswalker?

    That was the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

    Aurea woke up to the cries of the dying, both man and dragon alike. Her head throbbed from the stone debris that fell upon her. The smell of smoke filled her lungs. Instinctively, her hands grasped dust and ash, a precursor to the horror she would see. She finally gathered the courage to open her eyes. Aurea’s vision blurred in and out, making it more difficult to believe what she was seeing. The room she was in half gone. In place of a wall and shelves was a view of Haven in flames. Dragons were falling out of the sky, crashing into the flaming ruins of what was once her home. It was all coming to her all at once. What had she done to descend into this Hell?

    All she could think about was getting away. Aurea looked behind: the doorway was collapsed. Suffering from a concussion, she couldn’t gather the magic to even attempt to move the stone. In front of her was a 100 foot drop into the hall that she ate breakfast in that morning. She wouldn’t survive the fall. Aurea looked to the sky to find her Plainswalker. Every other horror was pummeling her senses, drowning out her bond with the dragon. Every time she thought she saw him, the dragon fell lifeless. Every time, her stomach dropped thinking that she had lost him forever.

    “It wasn’t him, it wasn’t him…”

    Finally, she pulled out her pan flute and played a note. There was nothing. She did it again. Plainswalker didn’t show. What if her bond wasn’t being drowned out? What if it just wasn’t there anymore?

    “No…it was him…”

    Just as she given up, a massive head of an earth dragon emerged, a view of hope to block the one of despair. Aurea’s face filled with tears and fury.

    “You were supposed to call back!” she cried out as she ran to PW, hugging his neck tight. It was like she had bonded with him all over again. Immediately, he began nudging her to get behind his neck; they needed to get out now! Aurea didn’t bother to get into the saddle. She simply wrapped her arms and legs tight around his neck, her hands grasping his grassy pelt. PW pushed himself off the ruined castle and into flight. The dragon did not look to see others of his kind. If he saw them in need of aid, he would have to help them. He couldn’t risk Aurea like that. His only concern was to get her out. He would fly until he couldn’t smell death, until the flames were but a memory.

  11. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    Myrnodyn landed in the alleyway and rolled swiftly across the concrete. The scientist twirled up onto his feet, twin TF-pistols firing from the hip. The cavorting Deviants and Spammers giving chase were struck, dropping into the forms of rats and panicked doves. He carried on running, sliding beneath the swinging club of a troll and firing from the ground. The lumbering creature became a gerbil and was crushed beneath its own weapon.

    In the street ahead, Mutt went running by, dragging a horde of Pimprats who had tried to chain the beast. Myrnodyn made it to the street and watched as Mutt flung the Invaders away, a savage growl sending the others fleeing. And at the other side of the street, a column of Barship Chimeras rolled into view, their turret cannons cleansing the other alleyways. Myrn walked out into the cleared streets, brushing down his coat and watching another Spider collapse in the distance.

    The Town had been saved.

    But the eerie quiet that was coming was nothing but the calm before the storm. Myrn looked over as the column of tanks halted and the turret gunners looked upwards. And elsewhere in the streets, he could hear commotion from other Shapeshifters, animal whines and squawks of alarm.

    Some of the Barship soldiers were standing on top of their tanks to get a better view of the horizon. Myrnodyn ran over and hopped up beside them. "What is it?"

    But the question was unnecessary. There, in the northern skies, the scientist saw the five lights of the descending nuclear missiles. They were falling towards Firebase Sparta, where the other Spiders were still attacking.

    In less than ten seconds, the whole of Shapeshifter Town would be vapourised... a nuclear inferno that they could not begin to comprehend.

    "Shit..." whispered Myrn, "We have to get..."

    The explosion startled everyone in the street, dazzling their eyes. A mushroom cloud blossomed in the north and Myrn almost fell from the tank.

    But it wasn't nuclear. He blinked, refocussing.

    The five missiles were still falling, but there was another explosion now... a smaller one at street level. Myrnodyn gasped as Shapeshifter Station was torn apart, a speeding train crashing through the barriers and derailing in a flurry of destruction.

    There was a Spider behind it, and from the sky a flying carriage dropped, landing on top of the train and joining it in the violent crash.

    Then the big one came. The sky turned to blinding white as the five nukes detonated and the shockwave ripped out in all directions. The mushroom clouds lifted, and apocalyptic fire filled the horizon.


    A fireball of untold fury rushed out from Firebase Sparta.

    And at Shapeshifter Station, the train rolled, together with Nylock's carriage, crashing into a line of houses.

    The wall of nuclear fire was seconds behind. The pursuing Spider was vapourised, and the edges of the town were torn apart. The blast raced towards the train and the street where Myrn and Mutt were standing.

    But then... then the world was changed.

    A wall of ornate stone took shape around the derailed train, extending otutwards and upwards with incredible speed. It blossomed like a shell, racing faster and stronger than the nuclear wave. A sky of white and red was replaced with brown and gold, every inch of fire erased as if some god were repainting the world.

    The wall shuddered and the sun was blotted from the sky. Myrn and the others were knocked to the ground, but there was no heat, no fire... only a deafening thunder muffled by the fortress-like expanse of stone.

    Shapeshifter Town remained...

    And on the side of the overturned train that had crashed on the town outskirts... the angel Asmodeus stood.... the Sheathe of Iwaku held aloft in his hands.

    [SUMMARY: Seconds before the ISAF nuclear strike on Firebase Sparta, a train crashes into Shapeshifter Station. A great wall of stone extends around it, blocking the fireball of the nuclear missiles and saving the town from annihilation. As the lives of the Shapeshifters are spared, it is revealed that Asmodeus has taken the Sheathe of Iwaku from Jack and used it to block the explosion.]
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  13. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    Well THAT was a fruitless bit of posturing.

    Amid the tangled remains of his steam steeds, a bruised and battered human pushed two charred corpses off of him and frowned. The extra mass had helped to keep the human from breaking his bones in the resulting explosion...but as a direct result he had been given NO leads on the spider creature and almost no samples to work with of the invading forces...absolutely inexcusable.

    Brushing off his lab coat, Nylock surveyed the damage to his poor laboratory. The external shell was spiderwebbed with splintered cracks. It seemed only the alternate dimension's constitution had spared the wagon itself...but his cannon was hopelessly ruined and there was no telling what sort of damage his laboratory had faced at the hands of such crude savages.

    The ISAF and their firebombs...excessive force and posturing in a probably compensation for masculine complexes...distasteful and degenerate...every last one of them.

    But at least something of a godsend had been born from all that failure. The angel held a sheathe...a simple thing...but the ability it had illustrated was almost too intoxicating to dismiss. He must have it...must...experiment on it, replicate it. It could only be one thing, of Absolute. Memories of another time were brought, unbidden, to the scientist's mind as he began painstakingly picking up various pieces of his ill fated cannon.

    An Absolute...part of the Cycle...his need to be like Paorou...the cycle itself...true immortality.

    But he would need to be tactful. The only thing worse then an angel was a hero...made it twice as hard to approach and say...incapacitate with intents to rob.

    Casting a sideways glance at a bearded...say Shapeshifter...who knew in this backwards place?...Nylock indicated him with a jerk of his head.

    "You there...don't just stand and gape...come help me salvage what's left of this wreckage."

    Picking up a piece of a train wheel, Nylock frowned and tossed it behind him. "On second thought, direct me to your nearest laboratory...I'm in need of supplies to repair my research facility."
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  16. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    Eyes wide and terrified, Sakura pulled herself off the floor of the rooftop where she had landed in the midst of the blast. Now, shocked and dumbfounded, the girl stumbled over to the edge of roof, placing her hands on the banister and squinting into the distance.

    It really did happen! I saw it! she thought with wonder. She had seen the train crash and the nuclear explosion and she was sure they were all going to die, but somehow, someone had saved them! She let out a breath of relief, clasping her hands together around the small heart pendant in her necklace. A bright light swirled about her hands as the pendant transformed into a wand. Grasping it tightly, Sakura threw a pink card into the air & struck the face of the card with her wand, "Jump!" she exclaimed, as a light emanating from the card formed little wings on either sides of her shoes.

    Taking a few steps back and letting her wand dissipate into sparkling dust, Sakura ran forward, pushing off the banister of the rooftop and leaping over it. When she landed on the ground safely, the little wings faded, reverting back into the little card, which flew into her hand. She continued to run towards the train wreck.

    I have to help the people! They must be injured!" Sakura thought worriedly, dashing through rubble. She bit her lip as she reached the derailed train, staring wide-eyed at its remains and the people scurrying outside. She rushed to their aid, scrambling through the train to help survivors get out of the wreckage safely.

    She knew very little about the attack of the spiders. Only something she'd overheard about spiders and elders and trouble over at Shapeshifter Town. She'd hurried over to possibly be of some help just in time to see the massive explosion. But for now, Sakura pushed these thoughts away, setting her mind to concentrate on the current situation, helping the passengers out safely and tending to their injuries. As she helped a few civilians safely outside, she flipped through the contents of her messenger bag. Remind me to bring medical supplies the next time I go flying into battle... She thought to herself.

    As she went about trying to help the people out of the train, she also stopped to help those already outside. As she slipped in between people, Sakura used her power of SoulArts to help console their worries. Through the use of LuminousAffinity, she attempted to affect their emotional state of mind by spreading her own calm into the air. She hoped that they would be less frantic about the situation.

    [Sakura rushes to help the survivors of the train wreck, using her SoulArts power to affect their emotions into becoming calmer.]
  17. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    Standing in front of the onlooking Shapeshifters, his lab-coat lightly moving in the wind. Myrnodyn crossed his arms. Having shifted into his human form out of respect for new visitors (who did not always take his puppy form too serious) he looked skeptically at the man holding the sheathe of Iwaku. He noticed Jack amongst the new arrivals and sent a brief smile at the familiar and muchly missed face before his attention was crudely forced into another direction.

    "I'll stand and gape as long as I want in my own town, Sir. You're addressing Councilor Myrnodyn of the Shapeshifters Guild." He answered before briefly looking back at that haunting face from it's past, the face of someone that should have been dead for a while now.

    Turning back to Nylock, The Shapeshifter scientist waved towards the center of town. "The Shapeshifters labs are in the center, but the scientists have orders not to let anyone in. I can arrange for some materials to be brought outside, though nothing too expensive. That's all I can do for you. Now if you'll excuse me..."

    Without listening to anything the other man might have to say, Myrnodyn pushed past him and towards the man who looked like Asmodeus, the roleplay angel. It couldn't be Asmodeus, could it? If he was, this man was responsible for the last Shapeshifter Massacre, together with the mad king Paorou.

    "I Suppose I should be thanking you, sir, for bringing us the Sheathe in our time of need. Our Alliance with Dystopia WILL be formally annulled after this, firing weapons of mass destruction at the vicinity of Shapeshifter town, without warning even, is unforgivable."

    The Shapeshifter looked down briefly, and then up again, carefully examining Asmodeus face for inconsistancies. The previous little speech was for the public behind him more than for the crowd in front of him. The real talk would be beginning now.

    "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way... Who are you and why are you wearing a dead mans face? The face of a man many of us rue ever following I might add. You can't have done it to win a popularity contest, so explain yourself!"

    The demand was made in a firm tone, though not quite angry. His stance made it quite clear: He'd get his answers, one way or another.

    Show Spoiler
    Myrnodyn, having shifted to human form, starts speaking, first helping Nylock get some parts (though perhaps less than he had hoped for) and then moving on to Asmodeus, believing him to be an impostor and asking him for an explanation.
  18. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    "Hey, shut up, would you?" Stumbling out of the passenger car of the train, highly disoriented by the sudden actions and still trying to get his bearings, Turd nonetheless was able to notice that somebody was disrespecting a man who had, once again, saved everybody's lives. It was like a page out of a superhero comic that he had read, where no matter how much a person did for his community, they still hated him and wanted him arrested. Of course, real life wasn't like comic books, but he digressed.

    Still having difficulties with walking in a straight line, Turd finally settled to leaning on a pillar and saying, "This is Asmodeus. My master, Palonis, was certain of it, and so am I." Pulling himself back up to walk towards Myrnodyn, he added, "And if you had your eyes open, then you would have noticed that this man just protected us from a very large bomb, so back off of him."

    If Palonis had been there, he would have been rightfully offended at Turd's casual mention of his name. At this rate, the ninja's existence would be common knowledge. Still, the summoner felt that name recognition was the only way he could add authenticity to his words, considering his lack of reputation. Finally standing straight in front of the shapeshifter, but still only coming up to the man's chin, Turd concluded, "I am Anton, apprentice to the ninja Palonis. I will not allow you to disrespect this man."

    (Summary: Asmo has a fanboy named Turd, and that fanboy don't take no guff from doggies.)
  19. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2

    Jack sighed as he stood, swaying a little as he did so. He clutched his head a little, and took a look around, taking in the monstrous power of the sheathe unleashed and who was holding the artefact. He was a little groggy, so he shook his head, which proved to be a mistake as a thumping pain shot through his forehead.

    He grunted a bit as he grabbed his head, but pulled himself up and moved forwards to stand by Asmodeus. With a heavy sigh he spoke to the angel, quietly though, it was a private thing, "Guess you were right Asmo, I should have handed over the sheathe, guess I was just the courier after all." As he finished he sat on the edge of the train and pushed himself gently off, landing with a little thump in the dirt.

    He clutched his aching head as he stood and had a look around for his bag, rummaging through it and finding some pain killers and some water before putting it on, and walking off passing Myrnodyn as it he went. "Hey Myrn, give him some slack, he's not trying to kill everyone this time" Jack said gloomily as he passed. "I'm going home though, I'll see you later dude, good to know you're doing well.."

    With that Jack walked away from the bustle, heading for the forest to the west.

    [Jack gets up, and deciding he was only needed to deliver the sheathe decides to leave for his house in Porg's Meadow.]
  20. Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2


    Like some surreal umbrella, the archaic wall of stone held against the northern skies, blotting out the nuclear fire and honing to a fine point where Asmodeus held it. He was like some Arthurian knight, gripping the Sheathe as it buried into the great expanse of stone. The words of the others were fleet and fading, barely heard as he put his effort into holding up the wall. Blood and sweat dripped from his unmasked face.

    Jack spoke to him, somewhere in the distance, and then he was gone, departing from the shadow of the wall. The power shifted, ownership of the Sheathe passing from one pair of hands into those perhaps more dangerous and corruptible. Asmodeus felt the energy of the Absolute flow into him, bursting the stitches on his shoulder-wound, opening the bullet-breach and making the necromantic scars bleed afresh.

    Then he dropped, tumbling from the train and down towards Sakura and Turd. His hands came away from the Sheathe and the wall swirled back into the haft like water running down a sink-hole.

    But he had held it for as long as he had to. As the wall came down, the people of Shapeshifter Town gazed out across a wasteland of smoking ruin, the mushroom cloud now pale and grey, the threat ended.

    It was over.



    When Asmodeus next awoke, it was to the sound of returning birdsong. Silk curtains fluttered lightly to one side, veiling an open balcony that looked out towards the vanishing mushroom cloud.

    He was in a bed, his wounds freshly bandaged. Asmodeus looked out across the well-furnished chamber, hung with paintings of Shapeshifters and woodland scenes. Another table had been lain with fruit and freshly-steaming tea.

    From below he could hear a steady hum - other survivors being given rooms, the injured being treated, the hungry being fed in the great feast halls.

    Myrnodyn and Sakura had granted the hospitality of Shapeshifter Castle, and it was sorely needed.

    The Sheathe was lying on the bed beside him. Asmodeus moved his bandaged hand and pressed his palm against it, bathing in the midday sun.

    Safe now... safe for a little longer...

    [SUMMARY: Asmodeus collapses from the exersion of holding the Sheathe. When he wakes up he finds that he and the other survivors have been gathered at Shapeshifter Castle]
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