{JAMMERS! YJF ONLY!} Mane begins contacting several of her associates. "Yes, I want the Shadow Guard. No, I won't be hiring the Stone Plates. Yes, I want the Stone Soldiers. No, not the regulars. Deluxe."
Makuta Amakka builds himself a new suit out of Protosteel using his stolen methods. Microscopic chains are used for muscle, even though it isn't needed.
Complete. The suit is shapeshifted to resemble a muscular Toanoid. The chains themselves become cords.
The Makuta creates a new set of weapons out of the toughest material in the universe.
The Makuta of Stelt is at last ready for a true war worthy of his greatness.
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Sept 27, 2017 22:39:32 GMT
The noble entered the coliseum in Lady Nightstar's region. Behind him, a silver hulk had to stoop to enter the gate. "Are the specters ready for a true show? Certainly this is not all of you! All the people of Stelt will be talking of this battle for centuries!"
The noble entered the coliseum in Lady Nightstar's region. Behind him, a silver hulk had to stoop to enter the gate. "Are the specters ready for a true show? Certainly this is not all of you! All the people of Stelt will be talking of this battle for centuries!"
Lady Nighstar sits upon her throne, in a royal box in the coliseum. "In order to fight us, you must face our champions. Surely, you have chosen your own champion?" Below her, to her right, is a mysterious, veiled woman. To her left is Mane, and right below Nightstar would be Sekhmet, Lady Daystar.
The noble entered the coliseum in Lady Nightstar's region. Behind him, a silver hulk had to stoop to enter the gate. "Are the specters ready for a true show? Certainly this is not all of you! All the people of Stelt will be talking of this battle for centuries!"
Lady Nighstar sits upon her throne, in a royal box in the coliseum. "In order to fight us, you must face our champions. Surely, you have chosen your own champion?" Below her, to her right, is a mysterious, veiled woman. To her left is Mane, and right below Nightstar would be Sekhmet, Lady Daystar.
"Milady, The Makuta-"
The noble was thrown to the side by the silver hulk, who sought to speak his own words. "I am the champion. You will find that I do not need another tongue to announce myself in battle."
Crowds native to the clan gathered in the coliseum, expecting a wonderful show(?).
Lady Nighstar sits upon her throne, in a royal box in the coliseum. "In order to fight us, you must face our champions. Surely, you have chosen your own champion?" Below her, to her right, is a mysterious, veiled woman. To her left is Mane, and right below Nightstar would be Sekhmet, Lady Daystar.
"Milady, The Makuta-"
The noble was thrown to the side by the silver hulk, who sought to speak his own words. "I am the champion. You will find that I do not need another tongue to announce myself in battle."
Crowds native to the clan gathered in the coliseum, expecting a wonderful show(?).
"Silence your tongue, champion." Mane sneers haughtily. Nightstar raises a hand, and suddenly, Mane cannot speak or even make noise.
"Wonderful. Deriere shall fight as the champion of Lady Sekhmet. Madame Mane's champion is Asjere, and my own champion is Kisthane. You will fight whoever Lord Denomar sees fit to challenge first."
The mysterious woman to her right raises a fan, fanning herself.
The noble was thrown to the side by the silver hulk, who sought to speak his own words. "I am the champion. You will find that I do not need another tongue to announce myself in battle."
Crowds native to the clan gathered in the coliseum, expecting a wonderful show(?).
"Silence your tongue, champion." Mane sneers haughtily. Nightstar raises a hand, and suddenly, Mane cannot speak or even make noise.
"Wonderful. Deriere shall fight as the champion of Lady Sekhmet. Madame Mane's champion is Asjere, and my own champion is Kisthane. You will fight whoever Lord Denomar sees fit to challenge first."
The mysterious woman to her right raises a fan, fanning herself.
Denomar nods. "We will have the honor of challenging Madame Mane's champion, Asjere, first."
"Silence your tongue, champion." Mane sneers haughtily. Nightstar raises a hand, and suddenly, Mane cannot speak or even make noise.
"Wonderful. Deriere shall fight as the champion of Lady Sekhmet. Madame Mane's champion is Asjere, and my own champion is Kisthane. You will fight whoever Lord Denomar sees fit to challenge first."
The mysterious woman to her right raises a fan, fanning herself.
Denomar nods. "We will have the honor of challenging Madame Mane's champion, Asjere, first."
"Very well. You may begin."
Asjere fires off a shot aimed right at Denomar's champion.
