[EVENT] Battle Log One

[majorarc]

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 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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[paysdelamour]

He had known, deep down, that something was going to happen. But he hadn't expected the wind to stop completely. He hadn't expected to have his entire plan ruined in one single moment. So when the minions began to appear on the shore, Francis was in a state of shock for a moment. After all his careful planning, after weighing all of the risks involved, those damn Rulers had swept it all out from under him.

But unfortunately for the Rulers, Francis wasn't devastated for long. Soon, he became pissed off.

Without a word to anyone still on deck, Francis rushed down into the underbelly of the ship, pulling up one of the few cannons that they had summoned - in the event that there was something more dangerous out at sea - and began to load it. When it was all ready, Francis opened up the gun port and aimed it directly at the crowd of minions on shore, in the densest grouping. After lining the shot up just right, he fired the cannon down into the middle of the minion army.

(( ooc: France is going to switch solely to hand-to-hand, and he's going to leave the ship to fight more head-on in a few posts when he hears England scream, but for now he's going to try and pick off the minions from relative safety with their stash of guns. Do with that what you will :3 ))

[minions]

The minions fled or were killed in the explosion, all of them giggling still as they started to come towards and onto the boat. They fought with the others to get to France, on of the ring leaders in all this, to deliver a special punishment to him.

[paysdelamour]

The cannon was obviously going to work only once, and so Francis shoved it back out of the way to look through the gun port and see what damage he'd caused. Unfortunately, the minions seemed to be making their way onto the ship, and so Francis grabbed one of the pistols he had brought on board, aiming it through the gun port and attempting to pick off as many minions as he could. They were too fast and too numerous, so he most certainly couldn't get them all, even with his great marksmanship skills.

But it was then that he heard a scream, from a voice that he knew unfortunately very well. England had been hurt. His eyes widened with that realization, and without another thought, he shoved the gun onto his belt where he could get at it later if need be, and grabbed one of the sabers he'd brought onto the ship. It was razor-sharp, good as new. But Francis had no time to think about that, instead he was rushing onto the deck of the ship, frantically looking around for any trace of that green-eyed eyebrow bastard.

"Angleterre!" Francis called out over the fighting, checking this way and that to no avail. "Angleterre!"

Unfortunately, this had another side effect he hadn't counted on - the minions knew right where he was, and he only realized that when he noticed the swarm coming toward him. He hoped his swordsmanship skills wouldn't fail him now.