RP:Slaying of the Abominable Snowman

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The destruction of the evil and abhorred Abominable Snowman

  • Saiyah
  • Tenebrae
  • Jaidin
  • Shishi
  • Duth
  • Myrall



Saiyah nervously slithers over to Tene', scratching at her arm and neck. She looks fast to the left, then defensivly to the right- then blinks. "Whoa.." The naga's eyes are shifty, her voice quiet and quick. She slips the woman a small pouch of gold and spins around, looking defensivly again- no one there. Quick, her hand was put behind her, and then held cupped, waiting for that oh so lovely dust.

Tenebrae slips it to her, sly eyes left and right, and puts on her giant purple pimp hat, pointing to the lampost outside.

Jaidin descends from the rafters like recon, all nifty-like, and endeavours to steal some of that sweet dust.

Tenebrae has her dusts stolen! Ohnoes! But she has the gnome mafia put a hit on Jaidin.

Saiyah thinks recon Jaid and hunter Sai should wtfpwn Tene for her pimp hat.

Tenebrae nods. Yes, Jaidin will be crushed by a dozen tiny wheelbarrows. While trippin'.

Saiyah thinks her Wu Pixie tang clan will utterly destroy Tene's gnome mafia.

Saiyah used Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Jaidin is victorious! Oh, but what a short victory it is; as the assassin reels back up toward the rafters with that pouch of dust with plans of glory only a good nose-inhale can make happen, they come. Who? -They-! Short little men that race across the beams at the ceiling, wands held akilter that lends notice to anyone just who they be. Oh, they're gangster, they're sure, they're everything of three feet you want to stay away from: Tene's men.

"Snnnniiiiiffffffff...*A nagas head quickly pops up from behind the coutner. With dark jade-green eyes, Saiyah blinks- Oh snap, Tene's gnomes were on the fritz. With quick reflexes and ubber skills, the naga jumped- or rather made a spring with her tail and ..sprung? up onto the counter. A spear was hucked violently at one of the gnomes before she slid of the counter and tackeld it to the ground. Meanwhile, to the more...clean eye, all they would see was a naga trying to pin a lantern down."

Jaidin's shot down in an epic blaze of red and green laserbeams. Jaidin said, "Or something."

Tenebrae rubs her hands together, shifty-like and pets a white cat that will eventually prove to be a burning log.

Saiyah finds herself on her back, twisting and turning about the ground, trying with all her might to ward off the massive smurf attack of gnomes now sitting atop her. Great- rope was brought out, and now the naga-woman was left tied to the floor, gazing up as the little men danced about her body.

Saiyah wriggles and fights back- though in her feeble attempt all she managed to do was lazily swish her tail back and forth. But not in her mind..oh she was having the most epic of battles ever fought- you all just couldn't see it.

Tenebrae thinks we could take the Snowman down. We got a purple hat -and- gnomepower.

Jaidin pumps a fist into the air, woot!

Saiyah said, "And the Pwnzor tail of DOOM!"

You gave 1 pickle to Shishi.

Jaidin ropes Shishi into this.

Tenebrae arms Shishi with a pickle.

Saiyah tickles Tenebrae with her tail without realizing it.

Tenebrae said, "Right, where's that sucker at?"

Tenebrae giggles like the Pillsbury Doughboy.

Shishi , not fully sure why he's made the trip up to this dark city, carefully ushers his two little, blonde children into the Hanging Corpse. The single parent pats his son on the head and points the boys attention to Steadmen, "You see, Yellow? I told you there was a cyclops."

Shishi is suddenly roped!?

Jaidin subconsciously ducks his dead head so this 'Yellow' doesn't see his one eye, as well. Yea, he does this all while being dead.

Shishi lazily hands the newly obtained pickle to his Daughter, "Here you go, Orange..."

Saiyah is enraged- filled with hate and anger now, the naga would slowly turn...greener? And lean forwards, bursting the rope that binds her to the floorboard. You wouldn't like Saiyah when she's angry. A note is wrote, and laid on the ground for all to read. |Wait..kill what? Does this mean a hunt?!| As if like..magic, her little 'trip' is over- for now.

Shishi 's son looks up to his father and cutely whispers, "Is that dead cyclops afraid of me..?"

Tenebrae said, "I hates me an Abomininanbble Snowman." The vampiress was passing out packages of powder, and used Saiyah's tail to lay out her own line, if she'll stay still. "I say we take him out.”

Tenebrae dropped 3 Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Saiyah picked up 3 Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Saiyah is all over it like flies to fresh poo.

Jaidin quaks in his boots... Or is that spazoid nerves?

You said, "Hey, don't Bogart the dust, mang."

Shishi 's daughter bites into the pickle, yelling out impolitely, "A snowman!?"

Saiyah dropped 2 Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Tenebrae summons her gnomes. The little army stand ready, barrowed and at attention.

You picked up 1 Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Jaidin picked up 1 Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Saiyah glances about with very diolated pupils and scribbles out a note. She pauses to watch the letters dance around before handing it to Tenebrae. Saiyah told you, "~It's nothing but a random jumble of rubbish*"

Shishi said to you, "They love monsters!"

Saiyah slithers low to the ground to -inhale- the floor where the dust had once been hours ago.

Shishi 's son makes a worried noise.

Shishi said, "Don't they..?"

Tenebrae claps enthusiastically, dons her purple hat, clicks her fingers to the gnomes and..... she's off to show that chilly fistbanger what a good time is.


-- Frozen Waste--


Tenebrae looks around, ignoring the elastic icicles. "Okay. Where is he?" Saiyah just followed Tene.

Tenebrae throws a snowball at Jaidin.

Duth lumbers onto the frozen walk his patrol taking him far into the moutons this time. The ogre scans the place thoroughly, he even lifts the Yeti to make sure the furry beast is not standing on any Prekleks.

While the one-eyed man is wtfpwned by Tene's snowball, a dire rumbling comes from down the mountain, a mammoth and monumental footstep heard reverberating through the icicles, which coincidentally play the theme from Gladiators, only in icy tinkles.

Shishi 's son makes a few futile attempts at juggling snowballs, but Wakka continuously snatches them out of the air before Shishi smacks the bat out of the sky and into the snow.

Tenebrae's angry gnome squad shiver and grumble.

Myrall shivers as she joins the others, being cold never was one of her favourite states.

Shishi 's daughter gloats about her warm clothing to the gnome army.

Duth Grunts a greeting at Myrall

Saiyah meanwhile, continued to ward off the homing missile snow-flakes that were laughing at her. With pupils still dialated, the naga fought to cast a weary glance about the snow filled terrain. That rumbling, oh how it ceased and paused the relentless tormenting laughter from the snowflakes, giving her a chance to try and eye the source. Instinctivly, her spear was taken firmly in her hand while her tail writhered and brought her next to the Vampire. Silently she waited- not like she had much of a choice anyways.

Shishi snickers.

Tenebrae mistakes Myrall for a gnome, for a moment there, but recognises the beard. She gives the dwarfess a wave.

Jaidin had sauntered all bad-ass into the area, only to have an expertly-lobbed snowball make acquaintances with his face. He fell back from shock, sputtering about things that old men complain of, while laying comfortably in the snow. The ground reverberates, and it is not because of the warrior setting the Yeti back down, either! The assassin's head pops up quickly and he looks about, taking in the eerie music that accompanies that ferocious roar. "Ungh," is the gutteral noise from the back of his throat, as he knows what that must be.

Myrall clutches her cloak round her, as she nods o those she knows. Not willing to open her mouth in greeting for fear of a gob full of snow. Duth said to Jaidon, “Ungh? Ooun tanga boo bonga ogre?"

Down from the Frozen Refuge, with great lumbering strides that juddered the chilly air itself, its flesh covered in eight feet of white fur and with glowing ice-blue eyes that burned cold on the gathered troupe, came the Abominable Snowman, snorting steam from nostrils the size of dinner plates, flexing it gargantuan razor-clawed hands and roars. Its breath'd take the skin off a behemoth.

Tenebrae points. "I found him."

Saiyah wouldn't even try to write a note, but instead she'd simply tug at the hem of Tenebrae's shirt and as she blinked. An almost 'Wha?" face was given as she shifted her head back and forth beteween the two.

Shishi giggles at the sight of the creature. His son, however, shudders a bit and tugs at Shishi's pant leg, begging the vampire down for a whisper.

Myrall checks in her book of grudges under A. Finding the beast she reads aloud. "Wanted for crimes of gross nastiness against all who pass through Craughmoyle and Xalious." snapping the book shut she nods. "Aye, he's fair game."

Tenebrae's Legion of Angry Gnomes mutter amongst themselves for a moment, and then make an abrupt charge, the fiesty little men as one ramming their wheelbarrows into the Snowman's nearest toe.

Shishi stands upright and nods to his son, "Ah~! Alright! Addressing his daughter, he lies for his son's sake, "Orange! I'm scared of this horrible monster, we must flee!" This directive earns a look of protest from his daughter but she follows closely behind her father and quickly fleeing brother.

Shishi yells behind him as he runs, "I am sorry my friends, I cannot help you all! For I, and not my brave son, am a coward!"

Myrall stows the wieghty tome and replaces it with her weapon of choice. Readying herself for what is to come.

Jaidin can't help but stifle a bit of laughter at the antics of the Shishi clan and their pet. The ogre is met with a confused expression, unwavering stare shaken only by the thunderous footholds of the Abominable! Oh, the snow-covered beast with its gaping jaw of blade-like fangs, yes it strolled toward the victims, on an angry passage that was enhanced by not only the glowing ferocity in those glaring eyes, but the twinkle and crash of icicles that chime amongst one another and then fall to the icy ground below. Surely, the group was doomed against such a bad-ass snowman. The stench of rotted flesh and decaying bones wafts from behind, in the cave, and through the air with each moment the beast opens its maw to tell a tale of all its eaten. Saiyah had but to grin at her words. So, with a well placed glance back to her jade-green tail, the naga would lift and 'thump' it on the ground a few times like a beaver would its dam. As if that wasn't enough, Saiyah still held in her hand the steel tipped spear ready to be hurled at the fowl beast.

Tenebrae's gnomes rammed their barrows with all the might of.. gnomes... and even with half their number squooshed to sticky gnomepaste, were implacable. For death only made them angrier.

Duth listens as the Dwarf Queen talks the words on the flat box like thing that opens. The ogre grins as he hears the words "Crimes and Xalious" turning to the speaker he offers a most wise and learned option, "You am want Duth smash little nasty thing?"

Myrall slides an arrow into her bow and takes careful aim, not wanting to anger this foul beast further, yet certain that he must not be allowed to pass she lets it fly towards the momouth head, her target one of his saucer like eyes.

Myrall calls out to the ogre "Yes my freind, beastie smash is good today. The war chief would be very pleased if Duth smashed this one."

Tenebrae herself was steeled for battle, her own weapon poised jauntily 'pon her raven-black-haired head. Yes, for the purple pimp-hat was no mere status symbol, but a razor-edged weapon of certain destruction. Removing this deadly headwear, she shook her raven-black tresses, which blustered attractively in the icy winds, giving her the appearance of some ancient, eternally-teenaged goddess. With her vampiric strength, she took careful aim and flung the pimp hat in the manner of a discus. The hatblade shimmmered purply through the snow-bitten air, to slice deeply into the neckhair of the Snowman, only to whizz in a great arc and return to the vampiress' waiting hand.

Saiyah had taken advantage of the bits of time spared before the towering beast loomed about the small group in the snow. Her mask was slipped on and the ties pulled tight, the leather fingerless gloves slipped onto her hands, and above all else, her cloak left untied at the neck to flutter away in the ragged winds of the mountain. Even though her tactics were well mastered, she was in the disadvantage of the lands- The snow, oh how she cursed her cold-blooded race for having such a flaw. Still, it didn't put a cap on the passionate furry for the hunt that burrned in her eyes, and so with the last cant of her head to the group, Saiyah grinned from behind the mask and slowly began to slither towards the abomination.

Duth Beams at Myrall,"Smash am what ogre do best!" the over confident ogre rises his burning-tainted-great axe, and charges the furry foe with a massive swing that will take the critters head clean off if it connects.

Jaidin was going to need some help. Oh, yes; any endeavour against this horrific beast was going to need artificial courage-- hence, the assassin's lack of actions. He reached into his pocket to get the dust that he'd pilfered from the vampiress earlier. Sniff! A quick inhale with his nose stuck into the bag and in moments he would be ready to go. Sitting up, he shoved the rest of the stuff into his pocket with shifty-shifty eyes, and then woom! It hit. A wild grin spread across the rugged visage of Traye as he jumped to his feet... Only to fall flat on his face as he tried to step forward but found that he was knee-deep in the snow. Laughing hysterically, he worked on forging a path toward the beast as hands fumbled about his cloak to find that trusty dagger. Once found, the male lobbed it at the Abominable... Might have been Duth though, one couldn't be all that sure, in Traye's state of mind.

Myrall calls out to the ogre, as she readies her bow for the next attack. "That's it Duth, you smash good."

Jaidin used Hallucinogenic-Vision Dust.

Tenebrae stuck her weapon on her head, dissatisfied with its lack of effect on the thickly-furred beast that now rampaged about with an arrow through one eye and a lump on its head. Jaw setting firmly, but not unattractively, she sauntered with fatal beauty toward the fell beast, in on hand a slingdhot forged of swimwear, in the other, a package of Tranzier's magic dust. Thus armed, she put the package in the gusset of the bikini bottoms, and drew back hard, letting fly the hallucinogenic dust to smack into the Snowman's brute face, whereupon it burst on contact.

Myrall realises that slightly more agressive action is needed than mere arrows so before she unleashes this shaft she dowses it liberally in some spirit and sets it alight. Even if it doesn't kill the rotter it will certainly warm him up some.

Duth vision red, mouth frothing, charging with an unstoppable deadly rage takes two steps and lifted off the ground by a hopped up human? (what the hell is in that dust?!) and flung like a dagger at the fluffy fiend however the aim is a little off, and the jolly well confused green giant goes crashing into the mountain side.

Saiyah continues to charge at her blurring speed, her arm held out in front as a silent roar was sent to her snowflake army. There is the ever present grin still lingering about her thin-serpentine lips while she closes in the last bit of distance betwixt the two. Her arm pulled back and gave a last sight of aim before it was launched at break neck speeds, a small almost jet-trail following behind the shaft. She shifted a glance to the side, the massive giant crashing down just feet from her only made the naga shift her eyes defensivly about- now she was seeing giants? What -was- in that dust Tenebrae had given to Jaidin and Saiyah? Meanwhile, to the rest of the group, Saiyah would be moving at a snails pace, only to lazily huck the spear towards the Abomination- even more, it fell short, but not a complete loss. It landed in his right foot!

The Abominable Snowman scampered off to the south.

Myrall shouts after the beast "Coward."

Saiyah is so badass, she scared him away with her attack.

Tenebrae is pretty sure the gnomes have finally severed a toe, to judge by the blood puddling pinkly 'pon the crisp terrain. But seeing as they aren't real, it really doesn't affect the now-smouldering Snowman much. All the same, she cheers them on and, embravened by the Pixie's powder, shirrs her mighty sword from the sheath on her back, ploughing toward the legs of the mammoth creature, through thick drifts of snow.

Myrall bored with sedately firing arrows at the beast, shoulders her bow and takes out her pick. As the tool settles sniggly in her palm she lowers her head and charges, waving the the axe wildly in front of her stout frame. Not really worried that the most damage she is likely to do is to his knee caps, but working on the principal that every blow counts.

Duth peels himself off the rock wall gets up shaking his head he rubs his face a few times and starts talking to himself, "Ok what am go no right here." The ogre picks up his axe. (The impressive yet apparently impotent weapon having fallen not far from the brute,) "me am hold axe." he holds his axe in one hand as he "thinks," "me am run at thing." He mimics running with the fingers of one head then scratches his head, "me am fly into wall?" The oh so brainy beast sits down and begins to try puzzling out what went wrong while the battle rages around him....

Jaidin guffaws loudly, arms raised to the heavens in a victorious stance as his blade found homage within the beast's deep chest. Ah, but the steel was long enough on that trusty dagger (it always is, don't you know), that it was able to crack through the breastbone and delve deep into that ticker-- that red, blood-pumping organ. And the Abominable dropped dead, a lone hand with a feeble grasp on the hilt. {In reality, the poor Ogre had miraculously managed to be lobbed into the wall of a mountain, and Jaidin's pose was actually the assassin rolling about after falling into an old footprint of the Abominable.} Eat. Hungry. Food. Yay! The thoughts one would imagine that filled the beast's mind as he saw all of this perfect opportunity to fill its giant belly. Poof! Dust flew through the air and landed on his face, and the inhale of indignant surprise he'd taken got most of his straight up his nasal passage, to meet direct with his brain or whatever the important part is that'll get it to take effect quickest. He was a baby boy sitting on his father's lap, with mommy feeding him spoonfuls of dragon-brain from her own plate; she was so loving. The snow-leopard they kept as a pet nudged his foot lovingly, and pops was tickling him, ruffling the dark fur of Snowy's torso. {In reality, the beast is running about like a blind mad man (half of that was previously apparent}, fists raising and falling in heavy smashes to the ground. Myrall and Tenebrae's combined force to the legs is enough to stop this thrashing beast in his tracks, a nice slice on the ankle bringing the Abominable to a dangerous face-plant, brain saved only from the arrow in his eye's shaft breaking; else that head would have driven through his optic to the fleshy brain behind it.

Saiyah , by the time Duth had a chance to even begin to contiplate what went wrong in his attack, had her tail coiled around Snowmans's ankle. The rest of the group was ignored, her main focus was keeping her hold tightly around his ankle while ripping free her spear that was lodged deep in his..her, its? foot. This only brought a deep growl from beast, and a spine shivering tingle down Saiyahs body. These were very odd, ludacris fighting tacktics for the hunter, but in the current situation she saw, given the climate, her weapon, and most of all- state of mind, it was the only one her sizzling brain could procure. So, with the spear held tight, her tail around his ankle, and her army of snowflakes pelting the abomination with a flurry of frozen pain, Saiyah began to stab violently into the foot of the snowman.

Tenebrae was hacking hard at the cyclopean creature's legs, each white and thick as a temple-pillar and almost as hard to damage. Onward she slogged, her arms aching, burying slash after slash of blood-honed metal into that Abominable body until all at once a massive gush of gore was evidence she'd hit home-- arterial spray knocked her flat, the force pumping Snowman-ichor in great gouts that sullied the snow's pristine surface, and drenched whoever might be close enough to wear it.

Tenebrae , much like the tongue of a child licking ice off a steel pole, found herself abruptly stuck to the ground as the ichor froze solid.

Tenebrae shouted, "Help me, my faithful gnomes!"

Myrall now l;iberally splattered with the beats fould smelling blood just continues hacking away at the creatures knees. Time and time again the faithful axe is plunged into it's flesh, only to be pulled back and re-imbedded.

Duth observes the battle in a distracted state (thinking is a lot of work for an ogre) he watches as the dwarf queen, and the vampire savage the legs of the beast while the naga attacks the things foot with disturbing ferocity while the human... err, lets not go there knowing the other fighters need him. The ogre looks for a way to fight with out charging in (as apparently that won't work.) looking around he finds a smallish rock, (smallish for an ogre anyway its about man sized) he flings it at the back of snowman's head.

Jaidin is covered by all that nastiness as the assassin lays in the footprint, unawares of reality; of the fact that he'd not killed the beast; of the fact that he'd in fact been an idiot lying in the print. Not knowing right now that it was beast-guts that covered him, the human thrashed about in the snow, thinking himself in a pleasant, warm pool. Ahh, amazing Jaidin.

Tenebrae's gnomes, being hallucinations, were not terribly helpful. She was still stuck fast to the snowbank.

Duth sees that the vampire is stuck to a snow bank gets up, and carefully lumbers over to her, and holds his flaming axe close enough to melt the snow, yet not close enough to harm her.

As the Abominable snowman's last step was lurched forward, Saiyah paused in her relentless stabbing to chance a glance up. As her jade green eyes ran up his shin, past the bloody knee caps, and up to his furry chest, she grinned- alas, was it dead? Well, of course not, it was still standing wasn't it? Perhaps the better question was, ' was it going to be dead?'. She did not have time to ponder on these thoughts before the next thing she knew, she was hanging onto her spear for dear life was his foot kicked out- the naga still attached to it. As if a child trying to kick a strip of tape from his shoe, Saiyah was flung and tossed about- the result, her sent flying through the air. A bird, a plane, no..a naga! As the snake-woman soared through the air, she hit the soft, frozen ground with a 'thud'. It did not end there though, her body curled up and began to roll like a tired down a hill, and even more, a tire that was aimed for Tenebrae's frozen figure stuck at the snowbank. The distance beween the two would close fast, and before anyone had anytime to contiplate what was to happen, Saiyah felt her frozen body slamming into the vampires. Of course she'd be torn from her frozen-like prison to the bank, but not in the best of ways- rather crude one might add. Still, she was free, Saiyah was safe from the thick of the ankle, and the beast was dead- how could this get any better? Oh yes, her 'high' was slowly simmering down to an end.

Tenebrae, thanks to the kindly flames of the courageous ogre Duth, had been loosened somewhat from her icelocked state, the helpful heat melting the frozen ichor below to a less sticky state, so that when Siayah came hurtling airborne, fresh from the foot of the dying beast, to land upon the still-stiffly-chilled necromancer, unstick was exactly what she did. And, with Saiyah sitting on her, would start to slide down the steep mountain slope. A bit like a toboggan. Only better-looking. Of course, in trying to prevent this importune slalom, she'd grab Duth by the ankle as she - and her nagish passenger-- started their downward odyssey.

Duth has no luck it seems for one confusing set of evens has led to anther, and only has time to blink and belt out an, "Uurg?" before his foot is swept out from under him, and he is dragged along on Ms. Tene's wild ride.

Saiyah didn't know how it happened, but at some point in the little -ride- she ended up on the bottem of the two. Now slidding quite easily on her belly side of her tail, the naga opened her mouth to scream and inaudible scream. Both mand and woman towing just behind, and ontop of her would surely make an odd site for any off in the distance.

Tenebrae hung on like grim death to both hapless companions until they all came to a rather abrupt halt at the bottom of the mountain. Staggering up, off the naga's back, she'd release Duth's ankle and glance to the mount's summit, victoriously. "We did it!" She glanced toward the gnomes, who melted into puddles of snow. "And now I'm going to kick Tranzier up and down Kelay Road."

Duth (to the tune of frosty the snowman) thump a de thump thump, thump a de thump thump, look at the three go thump a de thump thump dragged across the show. There must have been some magic in that old snow man they downed, for when they up and made it dead they began to slide around!