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Starflame13 -> =DF= "Mogloween the 13th War: Blood Moon" War Stories (10/25/2017 17:37:00)

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Greyor_42 -> RE: =DF= "Mogloween the 13th War: Blood Moon" War Stories (10/25/2017 18:05:17)

A Mogloween Story

Part 1: The Hero’s Boast



After several hours or arduous battle, Greyor arises victorious against the “sons of disorder” that Jack Crescent has summoned as a wall between the two of them. Jack, though not overly worried, stood there dumbfounded, unable to process what he had witnessed. “All right Deadgelord! I took care of your minions, now i’m coming for you! GIVE BACK THE SISTERS!!” Greyor called out.

Jack’s only response was a confused “Did you just call me ‘Deadgelord’? And how did you slay all of my minions? There were millions of them! Who are you?!?”

“Look, you’re obviously new here, so let me fill you in: welcome to Lore. I’m Greyor, the resident one-man army. Now, i’m sure you think you’re hot stuff, but let me tell you-that army of yours isn’t anything new here. Frankly, I’ve dealt with WAY worse, and in even larger numbers. I’ve bested elementals, demons, hordes of undead, dragons, titans, eldritch abominations, death itself TWICE, penguins, super villains and even gods. Some guy from the moon who can summon vampires isn’t that big a deal.” Greyor replied.

“Wait, did you say penguins?!” Jack asked, even further confused by this claim this strange, but fashionable human in front of him made. “Don’t underestimate those cuddly little killing machines. They can shrink you.”


“Seriously!! Where the heck am I?!?”

“I told you. Lore. And right now, it’s Mogloween, one of the few times a year we usually get a break from world-ending threats, and you killed the cinnamon tree, and brainwashed the cauldron sisters, and threatened to take over the world. Don’t think you’re going to get away with that.” the hero declared, drawing his blade, ready for their final confrontation…..


To be continued in the blood war finale…...

*it was asked for, and you guys earned it, so here's part 2(the finale) to my story
Part 2: Jack’s Weakness


Greyor stood there panting, leaning on the hilt of his blade. It had been fifteen minutes since he started his battle against the rather annoying moon vampire, Jack Crescent, and he hadn’t made much progress. It didn’t help that Jack was now using Trouble, Toil, and Bubble as bodyguards to help him, and he was already somewhat exhausted from clearing out millions of Jack’s minions. Jack stood there, smirking, having regained his confidence that he had complete control over the situation.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jack sneered. “Where’s that bravado from earlier? You say you bested gods with that strength? Don’t make me laugh!”

Greyor looked at the Deadgelord, getting quite annoyed. “Huff, huff. Clearly this is getting nowhere. I’m going to have to call in some reinforcements.” He the proceeds to pull out a gold amulet in the shape of a dragon, surrounding a red jewel, which starts to glow. A few moments later, the sound of massive wings beating filled the air. “Oh… what now?” Jack complained, confused as to what could be making that infernal sound. He looked up to see…. A teal colored behemoth of a dragon crash down, with 3 people on his back, who jumped off. The three paladins looked like brothers at first glance, similar enough to be triplets. But on closer inspection, Jack recognised them to be…. The…. same person?!?!

“Jack, allow me to introduce you to the Baron Dante clone army, as well as Popsicle, the avatar of destruction. Don’t worry about him, though, he’s going to sit out. He just wants to watch.” Greyor said, with a smug look on his face. “Excuse me, but what? Clone army? Can this planet possibly get any more bizzare?” Jack cried out, the realization quickly dawning on him that yes, it most likely could.

“Ahem. I believe it’s time for my to say my part, Greyor?” Jack heard from behind the dragon. Climbing down from the dragon’s tail was a young, brown haired man, holding three misshapen packages. “Ah, Alandry. Good to see you came along. I'm guessing Teka managed to deliver my message about the war?” Greyor called out to the new arrival. “Yes, i did. I only just barely managed to grab onto your dragon’s tail before he went off to deliver the Dante’s, though. Anyways, I managed to figure out Jack’s weakness. His mind control magic is… music based, correct? Then the solution is quite simple. We just have to interrupt and jam the soundwaves from his music with something louder. Something for instance….like bagpipes.” Alandry proceeds to open the packages and hand the contents to the three Baron Dante’s. Realizing what they were about to do, Jack’s confidence waned and was very quickly replaced with worry.

“Right, now let’s start back up where we left off, shall we Jack.” Greyor said over the blaring music being played by the clones, lifting his blade up again and pointing it at the nervous vampire, who no longer had three babes to protect him. “This should be fun……”





GammaCavy -> RE: =DF= "Mogloween the 13th War: Blood Moon" War Stories (10/25/2017 20:16:44)

A roar echoed through the sky, and Jack Crescent looked up in annoyance. Who dared fly a mech so near to his takeover of this planet, and interrupt the hot romantic date with his three newest babes!
Then he looked up.
At first he thought it was a bird, but the wings were all wrong, and he’d never seen a mech with wings. The Dragonoid he had heard had wings, but only nine of those existed, and they could never go sub-orbital.
Swooping low, the thing roared again, flesh and blood, not steel and wire, jaws lit with the light of a thousand suns, and the vampire realized what he saw.
But it was impossible. They had vanished from the galaxy centuries ago, lost to the shadowscythe.
It swooped. The babes ran as it dove. A moment of jarring impact, and he felt himself crushed under immense weight. As he struggled, to focus his eyes, he realized he was trapped in a cage of claws, each one larger than his body, and his guitar lay splintered around him.
It wasn’t possible, but it was true.
It was a dragon.
He was so screwed.
With a thump, a figure slid off its back, and he gulped as familiar boots entered the small space he could see.
This was completely uncool. He knew those boots. Those stupid cosplay armor boots looked much more scary when paired with the rider of this ginormus dragon-lizard thing.
"Jack Crescent,” came a voice. “You have enslaved my friends, interrupted my holiday with your little vampriders, and destroyed the most sacred of objects, the cinnamon tree. I am the hero of Lore. I’ve bested elementals, demons, and hordes of undead. I killed the fire dragon king while I was on foot and alone, conquered Kathool, and faced worse vampires than you, measly little worm that you are.”
He knew the name Kathool, and a shiver ran down his cold dead spine as the cosplayer continued, “I slew the dracolich that devoured the sun! and you,— a no name vampire from the moon who’s been sealed away for centuries— think you can best me!” laughter followed that, and the dragon laughed too, like a storm, like starship engines, like mountains breaking.
“You’re not even a warmup for me. Veritas!”
The dragon stepped down hard.



Fire alandry -> RE: =DF= "Mogloween the 13th War: Blood Moon" War Stories (10/26/2017 1:22:58)

Teka knocked on the door of the room of Alandry, the fighting scholar, in the Libraseum.
"Yes?"
She entered, and saw Alandry sitting beside a table, reading a book. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"I am trying to find a way to kill Kathool forever," said Alandry. He was a young man with curly, brown hair.
Teka stood near the table and eyed the book. "By reading about the ChaosWeavers history?"
"Yes. Their god of nightmares may be strong enough, if he's real. And If I'll be able to find and convince him."
Teka smiled. "I... see. You don't want to help with the war?"
Alandry frowned and stood up. "A war? Now!?"
Teka nodded.
Alandry sighed. "Oh, right. You use a sun-based calendar. How can you just ignore the moon?"
Teka smiled again. "So... The war?"
Alandry looked away. "I still havn't managed to restore my magic completely in this world."
"But you are a great warrior anyway, aren't you?"
He grinned. "Yes. Yes I am. Do you have any books about our enemies?"
Teka didn't answer, but handed him two books that she found earlier.
Alandry took them. "Thank you." He closed his eyes. "Once, I could read them within seconds. Now... Well, probably I'll be able to join the war only tomorrow."
Teka stopped one step from the door, and turned. "Don't be so sad. Everything will be alright, I'm sure."
Alandry laughed. "Of course. This world is in my charge now."

~~~

Friday morning

Alandry finished the second book, and stared in the flame of a candle on his table. Nothing useful, except the ordinary edvice to use light and silver. Well, this doesn't tell him why the vampire attacked, or how he will be able to stop them without killing every single vampire.
Alandry sighed. There is something wrong with this book, he could feel it in his very bones. Like... all the words are here; but the real idea, the thing that the author meant to say, had been taken away.
Perhaps there is no better option. He grabbed the book, and passed into Plane of Elmental Spirits.
He accidentally discovered this ability a week ago, during attempts to use his orginal magic. The transformation itself took less than a second, but was very painful. He didn't care- he was just too happy from the fact that he can do something magical again.
Far away from him, he could see red mountains. Tiny rivers of lava went from north to south all around him. He was in the fire region of the Elemental Spirits.
He opened the book again, starting to read. Chapter one didn't change, but chapter two... it was completely different. "Before the Reset-" Alandry froze. The Reset is something that related to Kathool, isn't it?
Focus. He thought. Think about it later.
"Before the Reset, Safiria cursed Jack, and locked hin in the moon..."

One hour later, Alandry took his harmonica and two swords, and ran toward Croft.
~~~

Alandry knelt beside Myx, inside a sheltered house.
It was very difficult to arrive here. He had to fight a few hundreds vampire, and he couldn't create even one, tiny fire ball.
Alandry dropped his swords, and took out his harmonica from his pocket. Even without magic, he will be able to use Myx magic, hopfully.
"Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble! 
Fire burn and Myx will rumble!"
The terrible noise of the guitar stopped immediately. The vampires fell to the ground, motionless. After all those years under Jack control, they won't be able to do anything without his command, which he won't be able to give without his guitar.
Alandry started his way back to Falconreach- probably Safiria will take care of Jack; and anyway, he won't cause any harm anymore.
Alandry stroked his harmonica, which held now the power of Jack's guitar; and smiled. Teka won't like it, but in his opinion, the Libraseum is just the right place to keep evil artifacts and dark spells.
Right where he will be able to destroy them.



Chaosweaver Amon -> RE: =DF= "Mogloween the 13th War: Blood Moon" War Stories (10/29/2017 19:39:28)

Disorderly Conduct
By Chaosweaver Amon
I've always hated vampires.

This was the first thought in my mind as I slowly rose to my feet, shaking the fogginess from my head. I could already tell that I was most likely concussed by now; it's hard not to be when your head hits the ground that hard. I spat the mud out of my mouth, and noticed it was soaked with blood. Disgusting. I thought, but I'd had worse in the past. I gazed up at the malformed beast lumbering towards me. It was significantly bigger than its ghoulish brethren; it matched me in height, though it hunched those enormous and misshapen shoulders in an awkward, crooked way. It let out a grating, angry, and terrible shriek as it lunged, baring its splintered and crooked fangs at it came.

I straightened, throwing my guard up in a classic boxer's stance. Doing so made me realize how much my back hurt.

By the avatars, I feel old.

It came at me far faster than it appeared to be capable of, swiping at my with its monstrous claws. I ducked, dodged, and wove around and away from its savage attacks, until I sensed the slightest bit of hesitation in its movement, so I went in with a solid jab to its chin, following with a right cross that shattered the creature's jaw. It stumbled back, shrieking, but I refused to let it get away from me. I rained punches down, soul looms flickering as I fought. I worked the head and body in an efficient, methodical manner, being careful to avoid too much repetition. It had been too long since I last had an opportunity to take my stress out on something like this.

Seemingly out of nowhere, as the vampire fell, its two monstrously large legs lashed out, striking me square in the chest, sending me reeling. It became a blur, and I received a swipe to the face as punishment for my slip-up.

A younger me wouldn't have let that happened.

Its fangs latched onto my shoulder, failing to pierce my coat, so I sent an elbow into its already broken nose. It howled in agony as I grabbed it by the neck and flipped it over my shoulder. As it lay flat on its back, I drove my knee in between its ribs; the monster let out a painful gurgle in response. Had they remained out in the open field, I would have undoubtedly had a far more difficult time holding my own against its superior agility; but now it came down to a good old fashioned bullying, based solely on whomever was strongest. It was rare that I wasn't the strongest, even now.

I smashed my fist three times into its face, and as I felt its skull crack, I grabbed the monster's head and slammed it into the ground as hard as I could, caving in its head with a sickening crunch.

I stood, threw the giant corpse at three of the oncoming enemies, and braced myself for the next fight. More vampires.

I've always hated vampires.



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