The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis crept through the cloak of shadows, their envelopment concealing his carefully trekked route, skewed as to ensure that he wouldn't have to cross ways with the rest of his associates. The lush vegetation was thick along his path of darkness, the vines rose and coiled with small thorns that slashed at his already raggedy attire. The echo's of bullets and explosions rang through the greenhouse, surprisingly they appeared to grow louder the more he inched towards the apparent exit that Marcus had lead him to.

Mortis captured in the corner of his eye the visage of his preys fury. He witnessed in what was only a glance, the mutant hunter, Blake, dispatch of two Foundation soldiers in one swift movement. The glow of a nearby flame highlighted the curled features of his face as he strode forward with murderous intent, the crimson trickle, a parting gift from Mortis, now smeared across his cheek.

Oh how I love making new friends.

Mortis held back in abyss watching the zealot make his way to a pair of two giant blast doors, both cast ajar, and walk into the stream of light stretching into the dome.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus watched as the men hesitated, not knowing who to fire upon first. That was all he needed, popping out of cover for a split second he let off a quick, short burst, the bullets found their way home and lodged into two of the men's bodies. One tearing through the mans leg and the other tearing his arm off at the elbow. Blood gushed out as he dropped to the floor, screams echoing.

The leader of The Foundation had managed to climb onto the beasts back and made his way along the the creature until he reached it's head. With a might roar, that would have shamed a lion, the man swung the axe high above his head, and brought it down with the strength of a tank being dropped. The Axe sunk into the beasts head, lodging the blade deep within it. The Giant spider staggered to the side for a second and let out an ear splitting screech, before it collapsed in a heap, dust and dirt billowing out from underneath of it. As the beast fell, The leader tugged the axe from it's head, with an ear splitting crunch and then jumped down. He looked Marcus straight in the eye and a sudden, cold shiver ran down Marcus's spine.

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun looked at Marcus and spoke, "Ahhh, I hate people that don't care for others...OUCH" while examining his wound, "Ugh, I didn't want to use this forgotten thing" Shaun said as he pulled out his emergency survival kit from his shoulder bag and pulled out some bandage and started to wrapped his wound tightly.

A "Tsc!" sound came right from Shaun as he finished wrapping the bandage across his leg, as he packed up his kit, bag and picked up his katana again the man which Shaun knows as the Leader looked worried, as Shaun's head pops out of cover he sees the Foundation Leader looking straight at Marcus with a giant axe, "What's with him....OH" Shaun suddenly stopped talking as he saw the Queen spider behind him.

Hmm, this doesn't look good, the only way out is through him, I guess it's my time to shine Shaun thought as he grinned suicidally, Shaun gripped his katana as he prepared limped out of cover as soon as there was a pause in gunfire.

 

[StormShaun]

Spoiler: IGNORE PLEASE

Damn forum screw up

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake burst out of the jagged undergrowth, body bathed in the sun's wan light from outside. Through the fury burning inside of him, he faintly noticed the throbbing of his skin; a result of the vicious thorns catching at his flesh. None of that mattered though. Only one thing mattered right now.

Mortis.

Blake stood in the pool of light, surveying the scene before him. Foundation soldiers fought Marcus and the group as a new group of armed men were firing from outside the dome. They looked like bandits; ragged clothes with make-shift armour and poorly-maintained weapons. Men to ignore.

No one seemed to notice the small, quietly seething man standing stock-still in the middle of this chaotic firefight, calmly scanning the immediate area. He couldn't see the grotesque figure of Mortis anywhere.

"MORTIIIIIS!" Blake roared, causing a number of the Foundation soldiers to turn and point their rifles hesitantly at this seemingly mad man. Eyes, narrowing at the soldiers' actions, Blake moved with haste, rolling to one side and firing simultaneously. His shot missed, ricocheting harmlessly off one of the blast doors. Rolling perfectly, Blake dodged the return fire and came up running, his fury at Mortis quickly shifting its attention to the soldiers.

With bullets humming past his head, Blake threw himself head-first into the shadowed foliage, curling into a ball as he hit the floor. It was better to hide in the shadows and pick them off, than take a whole group on in the open. Blake holstered his pistol and sheathed his knife, grunting slightly as a round grazed his left shoulder.

He continued to make himself as small as possible in the undergrowth as he unstrapped his crossbow as quietly as he could. Soon enough, the gunfire ceased to come in Blake's direction. Allowing himself a thin smile, Blake fixed a steel bolt into his crossbow and peered through the foliage towards the illuminated chaos at the dome's entrance.

It was time to hunt.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe ducked as a fifty caliber round nearly tore her head into two. Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed the new guy tend to Marcus and Marcus in turn fire his weapon towards the enemy. Screams confirmed the kill.

Now it was Ashe's turn. She looked to where the fifty caliber round came from and she noticed the two gunners firing away at both sides then as the beast feel they turned to the influx of incoming tangos. Ashe peaked her head out and sighted the closest one to her. Checking the chamber she had noticed she only had one bullet left in her magnum. She closed it and pulled back the hammer.

Ashe leaned up and breathed in. As she breathed out the bullet left the revolver. The bullet ripped through the air and found its place in between the armor of the Foundation Gunner. The gunner fell back in a shower of blood as a .357 round made its way through his throat. Satisfied Ashe leaned back as several rounds came screaming back in retaliation.

"That's one gunner..."

 

[Dectomax]

From the deepest darkness came a colossus roar and a huge shape ran towards The Foundations leader. The unmistakable outline of Delrath appeared and proceeded to charge straight towards the giant of a man. With a yell of pure rage, Delrath leaped onto the man, with enough force to make him step backwards. Punching, with the force of a truck Delrath hit the man in the gut, just below the armour plating and with a resounding snap, the sound of several ribs breaking rang out. Undeterred, The man grabbed Delrath by the neck and lifted him. Staring straight into his eye's, he punched Delrath in the chest and flung him a few metres behind.

Marcus was shocked, lifting Delrath was no easy task and he certainly didn't want to take a blow from this man. The sight of Delrath falling had a profound effect on Marcus. Delrath may not have been a 'nice' person, but he was strong and seeing him go down so fast was terrifying.
Braving the gun fire from the heavy fifty calibre machineguns, Marcus stood out and peppered the Last gunner. With the last shot in his magazine clipping the man in the neck. A gush of blood spewed out and the man made a sickening gurgling sound as he vanished into the back seat.

Seeing the man go down, Marcus screamed for Ford. "FORD YOU WET FUCKING DOG, GET IN THE HUMMER NOW!" He yelled, voice blanketing even the gunfire. Ford, spurred on by Marcus ran to the hummer. his heart racing as bullets whizzed past him. Jumping into the front seat of the hummer, ford got to work on hot wiring the vehicle.

The leader was getting closer, giant axe in hand. Staring at Marcus, Shaun and Ford. Marcus popped a new magazine into his rifle, checking his belt as he done it it. 'shit, one mag left...' and raising the rifle to his shoulder, he aimed at the man. The power armour covering much of his body, being powered by hydrolic pistons. Aiming the rifle carefully, he looked through it's scope, seeing what he wanted. Resting the scope just over the compressed cylinder on the mans leg, he held his breath. Each beat of his heart audible. Completely focused on the shot as all else went silent around him. His vision fixated on that pump. He breathed. in, out, in, out, in - and squeezed the trigger gently, caressing it as if a lover and then he fired. The round tore from the end of the barrel, a sharp crack echoing around the dome as the round span out, the casing dropped to the floor with a 'ting'. The round was true, lodging it's self into the cylinder. There was a short hiss as the compressed air poured out and the man stopped, unable to move. Marcus looked the man in the eye and smirked. "Not so fucking big now are you!" He laughed to himself.

The hummer roared into life with a heavy chugging and Marcus hopped in, sitting in the passengers seat, next to Ford. Leaning out of the open door he turned back to the others. "GET THE FUCK IN! WE ARE GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE NOW!"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Surveying the situation from cover, Irish realized that this next run wouldn't be easy. In between him and his goal were two humvees equipped with mounted .50 cal machine guns and four Foundation troopers, not including the gunners. Well, providin' these gentlemen don't go checkin' their arses I should do alright. Irish took a deep breath and prepared himself for the extroardinarily mad dash he was about to make. He waited for a small gap between incoming gunfire and quickly bolted for the other truck.

He went past the first humvee without a hitch, but Irish knew it was no time for celebration seeing as he hear another sharp whine as a bullet flew past his chest. Now in full sprint, he was quickly passing the second humvee when a bullet grazed his right leg just above the heel.

"Gah!" Irish exclaimed loudly as he stumbled, crashed to the ground and rolled very ungracefully behind the truck he was headed for. "Bloody feckin' son of a manky hoor!!" Was all he could muster up after catching his breath. Using the fender of the truck for support he managed to get himself onto his feet, but just barely.

"Check our six, that wasn't one of ours!" One of the troopers shouted
.
"On it Sarge!" Shouted another.

Ain't my luck just grand? Irish thought sarcastically as he quickly looked for a place to hide. Qucikly, he hobbled for an open set of blast doors and stuck to the shadows, keeping still and eyeing his surroundings. He saw a pair of humvees that appeared to be empty, although one was almost hidden completely by the one closest to him. Gripping his .38 tightly, he hobbled towards the humvee, mumbling strings of profanities. It took a second glance around the dome's interior to notice the ramshackle aircraft on the opposite end and the giant spider carcasses that littered the ground around it. Then his eyes wandered onto the gargantuan dead spider and he completely froze in his tracks.

"Jaypers..." he muttered. "Tha's a biggun." Lowering his gaze, his eyes locked onto the large man in power armor who also appeared to be frozen in his tracks. He noticed the damage in one of the hydrolic pistons and it became clear to him as to why. I don't s'pose he's none too happy...don't wanna be hangin' around when he starts movin' agin. Irish thought as he moved for the humvee again, hobbling faster than before.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe walked forward toward Delrath oblivious to the bullets tearing all around her. Delrath had been the closest thing she had to a friend and seeing him fall down was a like a drum hitting her heart. Of course Ashe had been exposed to worse but none was worse than seeing the closest thing you had a friend drop like a sack of bricks.

Ashe broke out into a run for the mutant. She had to fulfill her promise to him, to protect him. She had to protect him. Then the arms of Marcus grabbed her mid stride. It was Marcus. She fought back but Marcus was too strong.

Finally her hearing began to come back.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Was the words she heard him scream into her face but all Ashe could focus on was the fallen silhouette of Delrath and her promise in her head.

"He's gonna get up... he's gonna get up..." Ashe mumbled as gunfire roared around them.

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun saw the unfolding events happen in front of his own eyes, everything was slow and happening much more slowly, time came to a standstill in Shaun's mind until he heard one the group members yell, "GET THE FUCK IN! WE ARE GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE NOW!" he yelled from within the Hummer, Shaun knew what he had to do and quickly jumped inside the hummer.

As Shaun was awaiting for the others he looked to Marcus "Hey can I jump out when we get in front of hanger one, I left a very valuable piece of technology there" Shaun pleaded with the group's leader, "And don't worry, Ill be back".

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus looked to the spot where Delrath had fallen and then quickly turned away. He wrestled with Ashe as she tried to get to the body. "HE'S FUCKING GONE, YOU HEAR ME? HE'S DEAD!" He paused for a second and then continued. "Get in, he died to help us and we can't thank him if we're fucking dead. Now get in!" Marcus said, chucking Ashe into the Humvee. Looking back around, Marcus yelled for Mortis and Blake. "MORTIS, BLAKE! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND GET IN NOW!" He shouted. For the first time, Marcus was starting to worry. He wasn't entirely sure this was going to work.

Outside, the vicious battle was raging. The bandits had a lot of firepower and were tearing into The Foundation. Yet the soldiers fought on, to protect the loot inside of thee giant dome. A sudden, loud fizzing sound came from one of the bandits trucks. There, on the back, was a rail rifle. It's barrel pulsed blue for a second and then it fired, a defining crack washed over the ears of everyone and the round tore through the air, leaving a blue haze behind it. With little more than a cloud of dust, the shot hit the ground infront of The Foundations truck.

Immediately four of The Foundation soldiers opened fire. One, who seemed to be a new recruit held the trigger down and the rifle kicked back and shot into the air, as the man stumbled backwards. The other mans shot missed, clipping the door of the vehicle. Yet the other two mens shots found their way home. Hitting the man in the gut and shoulder, blood gushed out, as he fell backwards screaming, a massive chunk of flesh torn from his abdomen.

The bandits out numbered The Foundation, atleast two to one. But their lack of discipline was showing. Under the combined fire of four heavy fifty calibre machine guns and small arms fire of nearly a dozen soldiers, they were being beaten back. Bodies littered the floor next to their trucks. Though still numerous, they weren't quite as sure as when they had engaged.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake was already reloading his crossbow as his first target fell, a bolt pierced through his throat. Nobody had noticed. Taking aim on another Foundation soldier, Blake took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger, watching as the bolt zipped past firing troopers and slammed into its target's shoulder, sending the man reeling to the floor. Not a kill, but the soldier would definitely know he'd been hit.

Before Blake could load another bolt, he caught a glimpse of Marcus firing at the Foundation group's leader, air hissing out of power armour's leg piston. The huge man came to an abrupt stop as Marcus jumped into the humvee, yelling for the others to follow. Strapping his crossbow onto his back and pulling out his berreta and knife, Blake launched himself out of the bushes.

The Foundation soldiers looked surprised as the pale, ghostly figure of Blake rushed past them, firing shots as he went. Two soldiers went down with shots to their guts, the bullets somehow managing to find their way between the armour. Blake roared in defiance as he rolled under the attempted swing of a soldier's rifle to his head, hamstringing the unfortunately man with a deft flick of his knife. The man fell to his knees screaming. Blake continued to run.

Bundling himself into the back of the humvee, Blake found himself sat next to the stranger he'd seen in the dome. The one who claimed he had information they would want.

"Who are you?" Blake grabbed the man, gun to his head and knife to his throat. "Marcus," he said, not taking his blazing eyes from the stranger's own, "who this this!?"

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis remained hidden in the shadows; his eye's scanning the field of anarchy from within the safety of the black. Flames kindled amongst the foliage like scattered beacons, the remnants of his prey's explosive onslaught. The number of Foundation soldiers had dwindled during the Arachnid incursion but enough of them still remained to hold a threat. Mortis descended through the darkness to lower ground, inching ever closer to the entrance, its stream of light creeping from the large metal doors cast ajar.

As Mortis drew nearer a ringing chorus of his own 'name' resonated through the great dome, bouncing off of its curved walls and filling the abyss with a hatred fuelled beckoning. The tips of his lips curled upwards into the familiar dervish smile firmly etched onto his face, the noise of immediate gunfire came to a halt followed by yet another aggressive addressal from the mutant hunter. With that queue he raced to the side of one of the blast doors masking his presence in the looming black. He watched as Blake rolled through the opening, raced down the small corridor and launched into the vines, in his wake roughly over half-a-dozen armed foundation foot soldiers charged in formation, armed and hunting HIS prey.

As the last Foundation dog passed, a glimmer was caught in the corner of Mortis' eye followed by a loud hissing noise. He traced the glint to a paladin seemingly frozen in place beside a pillar of flame, pain highlighting his scrunched up guise. Before the man was the crumpled body of the gargantuan mutant that had aided them in their endeavour, Delrath. The paladin's fixated glare shifted onto Mortis as he crept from his hidey-hole. An expression of shock crawled along his brow for a split second before returning to the cold stare he had transfixed earlier.

As Mortis entered the warm glow of the wastes his senses were thrown into a state of confusion, there was a massacre occurring around him. Bandits, not 'Dogs', were pressing forward and it appeared they were overpowering the Foundation. Another quick scan of the battle field yielded a sight of reprieve. Marcus and Ashe were atop a large vehicle gesturing him to join them in what they must have assumed was their method of escape. Mortis ran through the gunfire his black leather bag slung over his shoulder jolting up and down, his empty rifle clutched tight in his left hands grasp and the device in his right. He leapt into the Humvee landing hard on his back with Marcus towering over him. The memory of Delrath's damaged body returned to him and for some odd reason in that moment Mortis failed to keep his thoughts from becoming verbal.

"Damnit! I needed that monster's corpse!"

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus stepped out of the vehicle, seeing a small child standing near to the truck where Shaun had been held. He done a double-take and then with one arm, lifted the Child up and chucked, 'her' into the Humvee. Marcus had got one foot into the vehicle before he stopped. A sickening look coming over his face. "We didn't get the injured man!" He said, pausing for a second. "Oh fuck this is going to be stupid..." He turned to Ford "Get the engine running and get this thing to the blast doors." Ford looked at Marcus, slightly worried. "Wha-what about you?" Ford stammered. Marcus smiled and winked "I'll be right behind you, now fucking go!" He yelled, slamming the passenger door shut.

Marcus sprinted faster than he had ever done before, he could feel the bullets whizzing past and heard the snap as they missed by mere inches. He jumped and dived over the undergrowth, making his way back to the Airship. Inside, slumped against the wall, lay the wounded man. Paler than ever. Marcus checked his pulse, it was there. Faintly. Grabbing the man, Marcus attempted to lift him onto his shoulders, he struggled at first, but with a mighty heave, he lifted the man. Marcus looked back outside, The Foundation soldiers were advancing towards him. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!" He yelled as he sprinted back out from the wreckage. Running as fast as he could, he saw the Hummer start to pull away, heading to the doorway. With a glance to his left, Marcus saw the flash of a rifle and then with the force of a hammer, felt an impact in his waist. He felt the burning pain work it's way up to his brain and gasped. Continuing on, he half ran, half limped towards Ford and the others. Still carrying the wounded man on his shoulder. He looked up, breath coming short and sharp, the hummer was roughly twenty-five metres away. Marcus slowed to a walk and sank to one knee, panting and clutching his side.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe tried to keep herself from shutting down completely as she always would. She had seen Marcus leave the truck and put in the other girl. She could tell right away but as soon as Marcus left Ashe quickly leaned her head out but not far enough for fear of taking one straight through her forehead.

She saw Marcus pick up the wounded crewman then him receiving a bullet right at his waist. Ashe glanced back at the turret behind her. The dead Foundation soldier's blood still looked wet where he had fallen. In one fluid motion she manned the turret.

In an instant bullets began pinging around her. She aimed in fire. The force of the recoil nearly drove the gun upwards. She hadn't worked with one ever since she had lived back at the fort. Finally she got the gist of it and began firing in a quick succession of bursts.

"GET MARCUS!" Ashe screamed to the people below her as she belted out another burst. She was sure that she wasn't hitting anybody but the volleys was dangerous enough to keep even the bravest soldier suppressed maybe even for a few seconds.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

It came to Irish's attention that besides the poorly-oiled tin-man, he was not alone in the dome after hearing the loud shouting and the roar of the engine coming from one of the humvees. He could now see the second humvee clearly through the windows of the first and the people clambering in and out. Those don't look like Foundation men...not raggedy enough to be bandits either... Irish thought as he hobbled along. Seems we share a common enough goal though.

The pounding from the .50, though inaccurate, seemed to be keeping the Foundation troopers at bay, at least enough to allow him to make his escape. Irish hobbled as fast as his injury would allow, almost hopping in a fashion that would seem comical were it not for his current situation. He reached for the door handle of the humvee, yanked the door open and threw his pack into the passenger seat then climbed inside, wincing as painful pressure was put on his wound. He slammed the door shut and began attempting to hot-wire the vehicle.

 

[evalaina]

Hex didn't really argue at her sudden movement, being shoved unceremoniously into the truck. After all, it had gotten her out of the firing line with little expense of her own. Hell, it even turned out that they had her bag stashed in the back of the vehicle they were all piling into. If it wasn't for the gunfire, and the fact that it seemed the group had just lost a hulk of a man in the fighting, and perhaps the spindly, pale man that had landed on his back not two feet away from her, only moments befores she herself had found her way there, she may have felt relieved.

It couldn't be, could it? No. The last time she had seen him... Not that luck was in any way in her favour lately. For perhaps the first time that day, she actually felt the stirrings of nervousness as opposed to disorientation and ire. Moving quickly as far away as possible and nestling in a corner, she drew upon the years of habit and wrapped her arms around her drawn-in legs, wide eyes peering over the tops of her knees, the words of a rhyme chanted softly from her lips.

"ring-a ring o' rosies, a pocket full of posies..."

She watched, words dying away, as the man who had dropped her off ran back, dissapearing for a few moments beforse reappearing again with what looked like a corpse slung over his shoulder, watching as his almost comical fall to one knee set him down in the middle of the firefight. Once again, the rhyme picked up as her eyes flickered to the white haired man, inching so that her back was pressed against the very boundaries of where she could move.

"A tiss-ue, a tiss-ue, we all. Fall. Down..."

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun was held up by Blake with a knife to his throat and a gun to his head, How the hell will I get out of this one Shaun thought, but suddenly the man known as Mortis lands in the hummer on his back, and then out of all things happening Marcus runs out of the humvee and sprints with all his might towards the wreck, What the hell is he thinking Shaun thought once more before he spoke "We have to go back to him!" Shaun yelled at the driver.

Shaun's attention returned to the angry man beside him, but the weapons were more loose against his throat and head, he was distracted by the man on the ground known as Mortis and everything around him ,"Heh" Shaun chuckled as he suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out Ebony and stuck it right to Blake's heart, "You better pull those things away from me before we get hurt" Shaun whispered to Blake as he cocked the trigger, Shaun's neckless with the cross and dogs tags jangled as he said that.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus gasped, clutching his side. He could feel the warm liquid running from it, drenching his hand and clothes. "That wasn't 'sposed to fuckin' happen, I hope your worth it you lump of shit..." Marcus groaned, face contorted in agony.

He struggled to get to his feet, teeth gritted as pain washed along his side. Managing to take one step, he fell to his knee again. He coughed and tasted copper in his mouth as blood splattered the floor near him. His eye's had begun to glaze over and he seen the surrounding darkness enveloping him. He clung to consciousness for as long as his body would allow, but the wound proved too much and he collapsed to the floor.

The Foundation soldiers were pouring fire onto the now occupied Humvee with the others in, rounds ricocheting off of the reinforced glass and armoured plating. They had begun to rally around the frozen man in power armour, one dropping a toolbox and setting to work on his leg.

Outside, all hell was loose. Gunfire was rampant and rounds tore through the air in every direction. Puffs of dirt kicked up from bullets and the 'thump' of grenades rang through eardrums. The bandits had regrouped and formed a tighter wall with their trucks, almost completely protecting them. The Foundation were still laying over the bonnets and pouring fire onto them, the heavy machine guns tearing into flesh and metal alike.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake's eyes snapped to Mortis as the scarred mutant landed heavily inside the humvee. His weapons were still fixed on the stranger but as Blake's anger at the raggedy doctor resurfaced, he felt his weight lighten on the stranger's throat.

As something pressed against his chest and an ominous click reached his ears, Blake's eyes flicked down before fixing back onto Mortis. An impressive-looking Desert Eagle was pointing directly onto his heart, held by the stranger. Growling like some wild beast, Blake tensed all of his muscles. He fixed the stranger with a murderous stare. "Prove the Good Man favours you. Get Marcus." With those final words, he shoved the stranger out of the Humvee, ignoring the man's grunts as he tumbled to the ground.

Without pausing, Blake lunged for Mortis, plunging his knife into the mutant's right shoulder whilst the beretta pressed hard against his forehead. Blake's rictus smile gave the mutant hunter a crazed look, the long scar on his head, blazing red against his pale features. His fury bubbling inside, Blake hissed menacingly at the grotesquely-scarred mutant. "No pain... But I'm sure a bullet to that wicked brain of your's would send you straight to hell, monster."