NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok, i leave it to 5CN where to situate the fight. 5CN, if you want it in your own nation, RP the limos holding Starblaydia and FF to the airport, where they'll take a Concorde 2 flight to your nation. If in my nation, RP them going to the Sky Needle, the HQ of Vandell Corporation.

"Limo's taking its time, eh?" Brad Hunter said, anxious to get to wherever their fight was.

"Yup," Armando answered, flicking through the folder containing the bios of the Fetid Fens fighters, "this'll be an interesting match."

"Magic?" said Robby, curt as ever.

"Two short magi, one for each of you," Armando elaborated, "Plus a guy even bigger than me, who is some kind of spell-caster but doesnt seem to have any powers. Wierd. Think you can handle a short, old woman, Brad?"

Brad didn't bother to answer from underneath his own 'Double-Perfect Gym'-branded hoody. It hid most of his face as he flexed his fingers in the baggy sleeves. He was more nervous than Armando expected, owing to his extrovert public image. Armando looked at the clock on the wall, their transport should have been here by now. Wizards, indeed.

Dar' Emboula and Den' Zarkath were standing in the lobby of the Hilton, waiting for the Limo to take them to the battle site. They would have studied the bio sheets for the Starblaydia team except Grrrth Arrck ate the whole folder. Grrrth was looking at the skinny desk clerk summing him up as his next meal. Den' Zarkath was searching for the Starblaydia team and found they were just outside. With a gentleness like a summer breeze he began to probe the team searching for strengths and weaknesses. Dar' Emboula slapped him and told him to stop. That was to take place only in the arena. Den' Zarkath complained they should have a bio sheet at least. Dar' Emboula pointed to Grrrth and said "You were supposed to get him breakfast. Two egg muffins and a 1/2 gallon of coffee is not near enough. Let's hope there is a meal in the limo or plane or whatever we are traveling on."

Four limousines pulled up in front of the Hilton Hotel. As the four vehicles pulled to a stop, the door of the first limousine opened and an immaculately dressed man stepped out. Looking to each side, the man smoothed his suit over, dusting it off. With a smirk and a shake of his head, the man walked into the lobby. With a self important nod of his head, the man gazed upon the two teams gathered in the lobby. With a defiant shake of his head, the man cleared his throat and in a strident voice that easily carried over the din of the other voices, said, "The teams from Starblaydia and Fetid Fens. Your transportation is here."

"Fantastic!" Brad exclaimed, springing to life now he could take centre stage frrom the well-dressed man, "You should see a masseuse, get that crick in your neck worked out, i know just the girl..." he winked at the man.

"Brad," Armando said quietly, "Shut up and get in the Limo."

"Four limos?" Brad cried with mock-surprise on his face, turning back to make sure any press cameras caught him, "How come you guys only provided one for the Fens' team?"

"Shuttit." stated Robby, shoving Brad in the general direction of an open door.

The three Starblaydi fighters all piled into the one limo, which was spacious enough for them. Armando needed to dicuss the strategies in private, not over a carphone or two.

As the Starblaydian team climbed into the second limousine, the doors to the fourth limousine opened and five suited men exited the vehicle. Gazing about, they glanced at each other. With a communal nod, the five men walked to the trunk of the limousine and slowly removed an item from the trunk, wrapped intricately in beautiful velvet. Slowly, the men walked into the hotel, carrying their burden. The man standing in the lobby turned, with a nod of his head, the five men unveiled the item. As the occupants of the lobby watched, a beautiful golden sword, glinting dangerously in the light of the lobby was unveiled.

(OOC: I'm very tired right now... Jetlagged... I'll finish this post later...)

Dar' Emboula and Den' Zarkath climbed into the third limo, dragging Grrrth with them. They opened the moon roof of the limo and Grrrth stuck his head out and was more comfortable. Dar' Emboula asked the limo driver if they could stop at a Capt'n Saunders Georgia Fried Chicken place to get a couple of buckets for Grrrth.

"Where is the source?" the man asked as he brought the sword out of its wrap, glancing quietly at the four gathered men.

"In the courtyard outside, my prince," replied one of the men.

"Excellent, begin the revival process..." said the prince , as he smiled broadly, "I will finally get to meet my esteemed ancestor..."

The five men turned around and exited the Hilton Hotel, walking quickly into the broad daylight, as the beautiful sword flashed brilliantly in the risen sun in the nation of the Gothic Underworld. Walking to the fountain in the center of the hotel courtyard, the five men surrounded it, as the prince slowly waded into the fountain. At the center, the prince slowly lowered the sword into the center of the fountain. With little effort, the sword was embedded into the fountain. Wading out of the fountain and taking a respectful position, the prince gazed eagerly upon the fountain, waiting for the resurrection process to finish.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light flashed into existence, forcing everyone to cover their eyes. As the light disappeared, a being slowly descended from the heavens. It was a man, but no ordinary man.

Slowly landing behind the prince, the man slowly regarded his surroundings, snorting at disgust at what he saw. This man was Lance Crusade, the famed swordmaster that had made his name nearly two thousand years earlier. The prince turned and bowed deeply. In a steady voice that belied his excited nature, the prince said, "Welcome back to the mortal plane, Lance Crusade. I am one of your descendants, Prince Hamilton Crusade..."