"Well, then this will be short, one way or the other." Nathaniel steps back, then makes a lunging stab at Ivor.
((Pun intended?))
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"Well, then this will be short, one way or the other." Nathaniel steps back, then makes a lunging stab at Ivor.
((Pun intended?))
((me? oh yes it was))
((Directed at Rebonack, actually.))
A geyser of sewage shoots up from under Nate's sword, throwing it off course. Ivor tries to shoot some of the foul liquid into Nate's mouth.
Luckily, Nathaniel's helmet prevents most of the sewage from even reaching his face. He spits out a bit that managed to get in his mouth. Nathaniel gets slashes at Ivor from the right, and at the last second releases his left hand to attempt a punch from the other direction. This naturally makes the slash rather inaccurate and weak, however.
Ivor is cut by Nathaniel's sword, jumping away. Instead of blood, he bleeds disgusting brown liquids.
"You cut me, you insolent wretch." He growls. The sewage around their legs begins to lower itself to everyone's confusion. Suddenly, a Crap Demon, about eight feet tall, rises from the murky depths and roars. "Meet your new playmate." He grins.
For a moment, Nathaniel just stares at the demon. "A crap demon? Where do you come up with this ****? No pun intended." He backs up, waiting for the demon to make its move.
The demon thruts a hand out at Nate, which promptly disconnects from his arm and flies towards him at extraordinary speeds, hoping to grab him and send him flying into the nearest wall.
Nathaniel gets grabbed by the hand, and begins struggling to escape the grip. He hacks away with his sword, though the slashes are rather weak. Mainly because he doesn't have enough room to work with.
Another hand is quickly formed on the Demon where the previous one had been. With a mighty leap, the Demon lands in front of Nate's struggling form. It tries to bat him away with the back of its hand.
Nathaniel is hit by the backhand, and flys away to slam against the wall. His sword flies in a different direction, somehow managing to land next to Ivor. He regains his feet, and curses as he realizes his sword is out of reach.
"Well, it was about time I try a new tactic, anyway..." Nathaniel draws the bolter on his back, and opens fire on the Crap Demon.
The ammunition flies harmlessly through the gooey torso of the Crap Demon, who begins advancing on Nathaniel.
Ivor picks Nate's sword up, coating it in fecal matter so he'll still get the stat bonuses from wielding it.
The crap matter burns away as Ivor picks the sword up, and the crapamancer probably (unless actively guarded against magic) feels a searing sensation in the arm holding the sword. The sword almost seems to rip itself out of Ivor's grip as it falls to the ground.
Nathaniel curses as the bullets do nothing, and straps the gun to his back again. He ducks and runs as fast as he can, trying to run around the Demon towards Ivor and his sword.
Ivor drops the sword, looking at the burn on his hand with disdain.
"Ahh, damn." He mutters. The Crap Demon turns around and begins shooting "Magic" Missiles Nate's way.
A few missiles miss Nathaniel as he dodges. A few others come close to hitting them, but disappear with a glow from his armor. One hits him. He grunts with pain and stumbles, but keeps on running towards Ivor, getting closer now.
Ivor, getting nervous, begins shooting Missiles at Nate while he begins backing up.
Things similar to what happened with the Demon happen, and two missiles manage get through. Nathaniel falls to his knees. Seeing his sword, he picks it up and stands again. He resumes his charge at Ivor, sword held high over his head in preparation for an overhead chop.
Ivor is propelled upwards and backwards by a geyser of muck, anding several feet away. He plunges his hands into the sewaged and lifts them back up, his arms coated in effluent. He shoots what amount to a canoonball of fecal matter at Nate.
Nathaniel falls to the ground under the weight of the cannonball of feces. He coughs, the sickness beginning to take effect, and struggles to his feet.
"Fine, then, keep running!" Nathaniel takes the bolter off his back again and starts firing at Ivor.
Ivor smirks, throwing up a wall of solidifed feces between him and Nate. As he does so, the Crap Demon sneaks up behind Nate and tries to pound him over the head.
Nathaniel hears the Crap Demon coming (as its large and squishy, and thus rather noisy), and dodges out of the way. He starts to run in a circle around Ivor, firing the whole time. He coughs again.
Ivor howls as a few bullets penetrate his squishy skin. He growls and dives under the water, disappearing completely.
((Sewer not water.))
Nathaniel sweeps his gun around warily for a moment, then puts it away. He draws his sword and continues to look around suspicously, keeping an eye on the Crap Demon and looking out for Ivor.
Three identical looking Ivors jump out of the sewage, swinging their swords at Nate.
Nathaniel ducks, but the sickness has taken strength out of him. He falls to the ground and goes into a fit of coughing.
"Looks like you win..." He coughs. "Time to go."
His speech heavily interspersed with coughing, he says: "Aren't I actually in a space station lightyears away? Perhaps in an orcish warcamp miles away? Or possibly in Bone Mountain?"
Continuity, finally seeing someone willing to be effected by it, makes Nathaniel completely disappear. In his place is a rather fluffy looking white rabbit, that may or may not be more harmful than it first appears.
(([/copout] Sorry about that. I gotta go eat. Somehow managed to keep my appetite through all that...))
The three Ivors melt into sludge, and the real one emerges from the depths.
"Oh well. He will soon die of the sickness, anyway." He says.
Skjaldbakka walks out of the Sleeping Elf Inn. Oh . . . uk! What is this?!
[OOC] My bad, didn't see any indication of that. I am assuming that the ickiness is still in the streets though?[/OOC]
Skjaldbakka follows the trail of goo into Trog's.
((Ivor's not in the street anymore, he's in the tavern.))
Eric runs away from the Town Hill Apartments.