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MODS ([personal profile] majorarc) wrote in [community profile] arcanarumlogs2012-04-04 05:03 pm

[EVENT] Battle Log One

Who: Everyone
When: September 25, Late Evening
Where: The docks
What: The Minions Attacking
Warnings: Possible death, violence and cursing, so PG-13. Remember, if you die, you will resurrected by The Rulers and shackled. If you are injured, you will be immediately shackled and grouped with the others. We will be posting to this log as [personal profile] minions.


While the minions kept stealing items, it didn’t seem like that stopped the denizens from doing what they wanted to. This did not please the Rulers, no, not one bit! So, as the boat took off, the Emperor took the literal wind away from the sails, making the ocean a still as could be. There is a long moment of complete silence; no trees ruffling in the wind, no leaves rolling down the cobblestone streets of the districts, nothing.

At the beach, the minions begin to appear, giggling oddly and looking at the boat with malicious grins. Some of them are carrying weapons, some of them with glowing hands that signify magic. Behind them are Justice and Judgment, looking grim as they signal the attack. The minions begin their attack, either with weapons or magic, aiming directly for the boat and the passengers.

Good luck, denizens.
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[personal profile] minions 2012-04-09 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
The minions began to charge at her as well, smiling at the other with a grin and a giggle. They wanted to end this quickly, and it was honestly taking far too long for them to capture the others. They didn't want to both with this much longer, and the boat just had to go. Given that, they are far more harsher now and a little more serious. At first they were playing, but now, they didn't want to deal with it.
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[personal profile] maneless 2012-04-14 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna dropped the spear with due haste, ducking to grab for the sword. There was no urge to give something like a victory shout, just the cold reality of battle.

Defending gained no ground in battle, and Alanna fought like she believed every word of that statement, a whirling ball of aggression with a blade on the end. This was what she was meant for, whatever the place. She was meant to fight.

If the minions thought they would have an easy time getting the tiny 'boy' out of the way, now that Alanna had a sword, they had another thing coming.