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The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Sat Dec 14, 2019 6:52 pm

[Author’s Note: I’m aware this is pretty late, and it might technically be a retread of the other two battle reports that have covered the Konvergence event so far, but I had A LOT of photos from the event I did not want to go to waste, so while N_B might have the *fastest* battle report, and Ken’s is by far the most *brootal,* I figured the easiest way to differentiate mine from the others would be to lean into my niche as the forums’ resident lore nerd and deliver the most *narratively comprehensive* report of this huge spectacle. As a result, I’ll mostly forego the usual commentary on game mechanics (except where absolutely necessary) as well as the normal turn-based structure, and just sort of treat the whole thing as a really big magic soap. Hopefully this will allow it to flow a little better, and if you’re interested in the mechanical side of things, feel free to check out the other two excellent reports. That’s all, enjoy the carnage :D]

PREVIOUS EPISODE: (~X~)

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THE STORY SO FAR: The end of Ragnablok is finally here! The Brikverse, previously brought to a tipping point by the khaos of the Brootalz and other agents of Ragnablok, has finally reached the point of no return. A critical failure rolled by the hands of the Brikverse’s Chosen One was the straw that broke the multidimensional universe camel’s back, and as a result, the whole world is breaking and the Four Horsemen of the BrikPocalypse are at its center. Capitalizing upon the weakened Brikverse, the Horsemen intend to swing the pendulum of apokalyptik destruction from the beneficial, renewing cycle of Ragnablok to the other side; ending the universe not with a bang but a whimper, as everything Ossum is stripped of its uniqueness and infected with the elements of Peace, Stability, Authority, and Poop, leaving the new Brikverse in even worse shape than it began. Now, the only hope for the remaining free minifigs of the Nehellenium lies in the hands of General Blueguy, and the four surviving QuantumSurfers left following his misguided rampage.


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Just as the prophets of old foretold, the shadowed silhouettes of the four figures materialize fully from out of the Nexus, riding forth onto a battlefield of broken shards to revel in their newfound power. Upon a fiendish horse of sparkling white, Pacifass looks over the battlescape with an air of condescension. This vile bloodsport is beneath him, but sometimes even Peace needs a little violence to back it up. Upon a primary colored Blokbot steed, QuantumStalker Colette coldly surveys their surroundings. All is proceeding according to the plan, and only one obstacle stands between them and universal Stability. Upon his Fun Police stride car, Chief OneEye589 scans the environment for lifeforms. The QuantumSurfers and their creations have flouted the rule of law for too long, and now the time has come to bring them all to the proper Authority. Upon a brown, buzzing Puplo horsefly, Frobo the Swaggins boggles vacantly at these shenanigans. He’s just happy to have a hella fresh new posse to chillax out with. Maybe he’ll dump some Poop ‘n shit into the mix too. If he feels like it or whatever. Who knows.


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The four raise their weapons in unison, and four structures emerge from the battlefield. A Sapling of Surrender sprouts at Pacifass’ behest, white flags flapping proudly in the wind. A Blokbot Monolith pierces out of the ground, raised by Colette’s mechanical hands as it assembles itself and spreads onto the ground around it. A whistle from OneEye causes a Phantom Tollbooth to materialize, the arm raising ominously to allow all manner of abominations passage into the world. Frobo lets out a fart he’d been saving just for this occasion, a Nega-Sphinkter ripping open the battlefield as he lets it rip, gross brown tendrils lashing about as the blasphemous hole opens. The ground begins to tremble as the rally structures begin to pulse with BrikPocalyptic energy.


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At the center of the forming battlescape, a spire of khaotik energy lances out of the ground, pouring into the inky singularity floating over the ground, and with a noise like the catastrophic annihilation of a glass warehouse by a fourth dimensional earthquake, the corners of four realms of existence collide together into a massive konglomerate mishmash of buildings towering over the landscape. A hastily erected Brootal watchtower suddenly appears spliced into a lovely townhome, instantly obliterating the inhabitants of both structures into spare parts, the only survivors the screaming prisoners chained to the outside of the Konvergence. A Grand Galactic Empire beacon station crashes into the old wizard Phyzwik’s sanctum, further entangling the buildings beneath the baleful eye of the black hole. Atop the swirling nexus of void, the hunched form of Blueguy looks out over the fractured battlescape as he strains against the pull of the vortex. The Hill looms before him, as he turns to see the horsemen approaching from the side. He will need to remain here, at the Konvergence, to keep it from collapsing while the Horsemen still remain here to corrupt the seed of the new Brikverse. He hopes that it will be enough.


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All around, more shards begin to collide, chunks of terrain suddenly crashing together into a mosaic, and armies begin to make their way onto the battlescape.


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On one end, the combined might of the Grand Galactic Empire and its expansive navy pours forth, responding to the mysterious signal from their beacon, activated by a certain bespectacled QuantumSurfer. They quickly make contact with an already assembled coalition of smaller forces, led by RoC and a detachment of his 45th Union. They have all been drawn here by the appearance of a fortuitous omen; the fabled Laser-Eyed Useless Kat, known as a harbinger of Ossum and good luck. The two groups quickly assess the assembled Horsemen, and tentatively agree to a ceasefire for the moment so they may focus on a shared foe. Before both groups, a fiery portal tears open, offering a window of view to the other side of the battlescape. In the distance, the sounds of alarm and mustering soldiers can be heard coming from a section of a Dew mine that has suddenly appeared into the midst of the khaos. The Almighty Benny Gesserit radios his men to prepare for a fight.


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On the other end of the landscape, the signs of Brootal occupation are scattered about. This is the battle they’ve been waiting for, and they are nothing if not prepared. Rectangular missiles bombard the earth, creating makeshift fortifications where they don’t immediately turn the ground into craters. Nearby, a small outpost is constructed by a detachment from the Deadly Space Master Builder Academy as they quickly get to work erecting a drone control tower to survey the landscape and allow their Master Builder Primus to locate them in the midst of all the impending chaos. As the world shatters and the sky falls around them, the inhabitants of several small areas of medieval landscape suddenly find themselves in the midst of the end of the world. The peasants and magical creatures have little comprehension of the forces at work here, but are willing to make do with the circumstances they have found themselves in, and go about their business as usual despite the reality bending singularity located a few shards over. And right in the thick of it all, the black robed form of Zuppon stands atop an altar of kalcium, other patrons of the Hellhunt at his side. This is to be the greatest Hellhunt in the history of the Nehellenium, and if everything is to go according to plan, then he and his minions have a very important job to facilitate.


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The air ripples with a whorl of multicolored flame as a huge wooden craft glides through the dimensional membrane, a few Traveling Company troops following close behind.


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Loremaster Navigator: Realmshift!


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The rest of the Traveler’s Society passes over onto the battlescape, Galeo Cantwell at their head, with the Partisan adventuring group accompanying him along with several squads of Traveling Company pawns and a trained Amphisbaena.

Galeo: *Muttering* What in the Author’s name… Alright men! Things might get weird, but stick to the plan! The sanctum is just up ahead, scope out the area and gather anything that might help us understand what’s going on right now! And if you see anything that stinks of aberration, put it down with extreme prejudice!

Loremaster: Master Cantwell! Possible hostiles to port! They appear to be ogrish or goblinoid in nature!

Galeo: Keep them off our tail, we’ll keep forging ahead!


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The two pawns in the star-sailer’s crossbow tower turn their attention to the greenskins, their blank stony expressions placidly locked on the Brootal encampment as more scouts begin to pour onto the battlescape.


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Galeo and three adventurers begin sprinting towards the nearest cover. The menacing visage of a Brootal warbanner looms over the adventurers.


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Loremaster: Wall of Flame!


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A barrier of twisting flame spurts out of the ground between the Traveler’s Society troops and the cracked asphalt of the ruined road near the Brootal encampment.


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Another loremaster begins the process of calling up more allies.

Loremaster: Conjuration Warp!


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On the deck of the Leviathan, the navigator prepares to drop the mana spire to the ground to make way for heavier firepower.


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With nothing more than a muted humming, the alchemy-powered sailer glides towards the Konvergence, the rest of its allies not far behind, including the newly summoned allied Ordo Lux battle monks.


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At the other end of the battlescape, the GGE ground forces surge forward towards the Blokbot Monolith, a Chickadee zipping overhead to make contact with the enemy air support.


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Opposite them, the Laser-Kat Coalition also make their way to the center of the khaos, as the 45th Union, Assyrians, and Space Navy forge ahead while the USA, Arctic Expedition, and militia troops keep a wary eye on their GGE neighbors.


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Meanwhile… A lone cache of Maniak Beer sits near the Konvergence, unaffected by the reality shattering events happening all around, simply biding its time.


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Then, with a sudden flash of GT energy, a figure materializes next to the liquor spoils clutching a roast chicken, and looking around in mild confusion. It’s Kastrenzo! Back from the dead!? But how??? Stay tuned to find out!
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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Kommander Ken » Sun Dec 15, 2019 8:31 am

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Fri Dec 20, 2019 10:02 pm

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Meanwhile, at the center of the battlescape, the Horsemen begin to channel their unholy power to call up allies.

Frobo: alright blooguy, everyone thinks u SUCK and ur idea to save the unevirse is DUM! now me an my possee r gonna kcik yur ASS!


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A squad of Dungans claws their way out of the Nega-Sphinkter, frothing at the mouth with lust for blood and crappiness.


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QuantumStalker Colette: T͙͕̗͚h̜̯͖̞̹͙͇ḛ͖̰̠͍̭͍ͅ ̹̠̝͈̝̮̯e̱͍̝͈̖͖͙n̳̳͍̫̦e̙͍m͕̯͇̹͓̙͕ͅy̜͇̦ ̼̘̱̘͕͔̟̞ḭ̻̖̤̟̘̦̝s̳̠͚̳̮͚̣ͅ ͚̺͖̰a͔̥̺̗̪̮r̮̬̙ͅr̺̥̘͍͍̱̭̦̘i̝̣̹̣̟̻̟̦͉v̻̺̣̲͉i̠̱̫̣̯n̝̪̼͖g̮ͅ…̺̬͎̯ ̰̱ͅB̬̺l͙̖̮̭͖̰̜o̗͔k͚̫̘̯b̠̦̻o̰̣̟͎̤̲̫t̪̯͔̥̣s͕̫͚͎̰!͍͖͚͓ ͈͚͎̤C̬̩̪̲͔̳͈͚o̝͇̯̦͎̗̞͇ͅm̟͇e̠̯̘̞ͅ ̝͎̬f̗̝͚͇o̠̪̩̬r͙̭̳̭t͉̞̻͉̩̪͍̹̗h̲̤̞̠!̠̥̜͖ ̰H̤̰͙̞o̱̣̻̫l̙̫̮̺̺d̼̼̼͖͎̙͕͖ ͉̘͓͓̹̭̘o͔̳f͉f̰̦̠̦̗̠͙̙ͅ ͔͔̖̹͎̬t̘̩͇̞̯̲ḫ̻̰͓o͉̭̲̗s̻͖̝̲e͍̳̜̯̮ ͙͇̹̩̞t̪h̻a̟͓̯̖͕͇͖͔̼t͚͇͚͓̘̤̮ ̻̹͇͇͈w͚̜͎̞̼̥o̭͍u̳̺͇̯̳̪͓͙l̘͎ḓ̮̠ ͓̹̞d͈͈̻i̯̝̩̭̭̗s͚̜̦̠̜̥̦r̼͇̬̣̤̦̞͓ͅu͔͉̭̺̤p͚̮t͕̰̗͕͖ ̗o̲̖̭̭̺u̩͕̣̝͇̩͙̮ͅr̳̬͉̭͎͔̗ ͙̺p̗̯l͉̖̮͇a͖̜͔̯̮n͖̺̼̘̱s͙̪͇͍̺͎̮!͈̯ ̲̰̲̱̝


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Blokbots: ...

The cuboid androids move to block the path of the charging Laser Masters.


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OneEye589: This is Chief OneEye, we’ve got more perps incoming, requesting immediate backup!

HQ: *kkrrssshhkk* Roger that, chief, sending ground support immediately!


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In a flash, the menacing silhouette of an Edge Lord appears next to the Phantom Tollbooth, scarlet nova sword blazing.


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Pacifass: Now! Come forth my apostles! Don’t let these warmongering orks get any closer!


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Peaceful protestors emerge from the shade in the path of the Brootal scouting company.


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The DSMBA troops ready themselves to clash with the forces of Authority, but hold their ground waiting for their leader to arrive.


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The Brootal scouts are reinforced by more ground and air support, squadrons of Dieplanes zipping overhead with WarJumpaz accompanying them.


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Tires squealing, the weaponized Brootal hot-rod makes a sharp turn around the wall of flame, charging the Traveler’s Society team.


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Its turret swings toward the enemy, but the weapon overheats and catches flame before it is able to do any damage.


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A Brootal scout takes a potshot at one of the protestors and draws first blood.


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Protestor 1: Oh my god! They killed Jenny!

Protestor 2: You bastards!

Protestor 3: Let’s beat the hell out of them!


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Galeo: Velont! It’s starting to get crowded here! You and your men check out the ruin! I’m heading for that portal!

Darius: Yes sir!

Galeo: Magus! Get us out of here!


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Loremaster: Mass Far Step!


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* p o o f *

Galeo and his troops suddenly vanish and reappear closer to the portal.


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The rest of the Partisans prepare to engage the Brootal horde.

Ambric: Worell! Anything you can do about these troll guys?


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Mikael: I’ve got just the thing…


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Mikael: Explosive Flame!



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The dieplane pilot, eyes wide, has approximately eight seconds to contemplate his life decisions leading up to this moment before impact.


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The tiny fighter plane erupts into flames, setting off one of the explosives strapped to the side and damaging nearby allies.


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Beneath the shadow of the Leviathan, the rest of the Traveler’s Society troops continue to trek towards the center of the battlescape.


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Blokbot: YOU_ARE_NOT_PERMITTED_PAST_THIS_POINT. PLEASE_REVERSE_COURSE.

Laser Master 1: Whoa, wait, they talk now? That’s new! The Horseman of Stability must have upgraded their processing!

Laser Master 2: Eh. The ability to speak does not make you inteligent. Cut them down boys!


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The GGE continues to spread across their portion of the battlefield, an overwhelming onslaught compared to the feeble numbers of the forces of Stability.


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A loremaster flips to another page in his tome, and with a flick of his quill, more allies materialize, this time in the form of a pair of Crae-made clokvork grenadiers.


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A shout from somewhere off the battlescape turns heads as more Brootal reinforcements begin to appear.

Big Baaghra: Alrite you gitz! Let’s show Grimjaw what da Skout Kore is made outta and brootalize some of dese dumb panzee fuggers!


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Meanwhile, the Laser-Kat Coalition surrounds the coprophages.


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A squad of 45th Union-ers open fire and mow down all but one of the Jaw-Jaws, foul smelling yellow bodily fluids splattering everywhere in the ensuing massacre.


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Dungan: Heh. Meesa in danger.


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Black Alien Guy: Damn right. Fire at will!


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The Centurion exo-soldier riddles the lone dungan with bullets. He never even stood a chance.


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Over by the Dew Factory, the Red Alien Guys make first contact with the Children of the Dew and promptly offer the customary 21 gun salute as greeting.


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The Baja Blaster pilot is less than thrilled at their message.


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Meanwhile, the Hellhunt Patrons watch the growing carnage with glee as Zuppon continues his work of raising skeletons to cause even more khaos. The Pumpking follows suit and summons some Pumpkinsmen as well.


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Mr. Skeltal: Wowee! Lookit all these fuccbois! This is gonna be one doozy of a hellhunt!


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The Pumpking: Indeed, old friend! Tonight is a good night for battle! Now let’s crush some peacenik skulls!


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Zuppon: By the eldritch GT energies, I call thee forth, fallen warriors, that you might prove your mettle once again! Arise! ARISE! ARI-- oh shit I think I fucked that one up...


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Another surge of energy flares up near the Maniak Beer, but this time, something else appears; a Worst-Schlock CLOan Trooper!

Kastrenzo: Mother fuck! What the hell is even happening right now?


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Mouse Driver: Yaaaaaaahhhh!!! Die, Dew-suckers!

Mouse Gunner: Jesus dude, calm do--

* C r A s H ! ! ! *


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The Mouse plows into the rear of the Baja Blaster, sending the driver hurtling into the side of the tanker and splattering him instantaneously, the tiny vehicle erupting into a mushroom cloud as the engine explodes.


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The gunner, having just a bit more sense than his friend, manages to abandon ship in the nick of time, rolling to a stop several feet away from the burning wreckage.


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The BrikPocalyptic rally structures resonate again, and more Heralds begin to appear. Near the remaining protestors, a pair of Rainbow Razzgrizzlies materialize with a cutesy *poof* and brandish their axes tolerantly.


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As the GGE forces try to disassemble the Blokbot Monolith, there is a sudden flash of light, and the hovering form of an Ascendant Protofig materializes, telekinetic power whipping around it as it begins to lift chunks of its defeated Blokbot brethren into the air.


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A trio of Anorak Rules Lawyers appears next to the Edge Lord, red eyes glowing malevolently.

Rules Lawyer: Goodnessssss, sssso many flagrantly illegal thingsssss are all happening at oncccce, it isssss a good thing we ssssshowed up when we did...


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The Nega-Sphinkter emits a horrendous noise and smell, expelling more troops, this time a rabble of ravenous Peewok Yub-Yubs armed with crude bows.



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Pvt. Barnes: Hey!!! Help!! Somebody get me down from here! There’s more of those Herald guys coming!!! ANYBODY?!?!


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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by sahasrahla » Fri Dec 20, 2019 11:21 pm

definitely appreciate this retelling a lot. it helps contextualize a lot of stuff that was just kinda there with no explanation before

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Sat Dec 21, 2019 2:56 am

sahasrahla wrote:
Fri Dec 20, 2019 11:21 pm
definitely appreciate this retelling a lot. it helps contextualize a lot of stuff that was just kinda there with no explanation before
Wonderful! Glad you’re enjoying it so far. I’m glad I’m able to contribute something different.

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Zupponn » Tue Dec 31, 2019 8:56 pm

Bookwyrm wrote:
Fri Dec 20, 2019 10:02 pm

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Zuppon: By the eldritch GT energies, I call thee forth, fallen warriors, that you might prove your mettle once again! Arise! ARISE! ARI-- oh shit I think I fucked that one up...
This?

Or this?
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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by funnypikaball » Thu Apr 23, 2020 10:43 am

DId you apply regenaration for the jaw jaw's
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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Wed Sep 02, 2020 12:30 am

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The landscape quakes under the strain of the collapsing dimensions, while the battle continues to rage. The Traveler’s Society continues to take minimal ground as the Brootal encampment continues to put forth an onslaught of resistance against the adventurers, with the forces of Peace and Authority redoubling their efforts to be taken seriously.


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The Edgelord and his Rules Lawyer underlings advance towards the DSM outpost. One of the Anoraks seizes a stray munchfig as it scurries across the battlefield.


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Munchfig: Aieeeeeeee! Brothers! Help me! I’m about to be devoured by this powergaming dickhead!

Rules Lawyer: Now thatssss jusssssst uncalled for…


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Leviathan Gunner: All systems operational, this baby is ready to deal out some pain!

Loremaster Navigator: Excellent, focus fire on the biggest threats to portside!


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The source of the giant portals finally lumbers into view; a Blackrock warbeest carrying a portal array and Skout Kore Warbawss Big Baaghra, who fires a blast from her shotgun hammer lance to carry her into the air over the Partisan mage’s blazing barrier...


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...Unfortunately, her momentum isn’t enough to carry her over all the way and she crashes through the fire and flames, rolling to a stop to snuff out the smoldering embers on her armor.

Big Baaghra: Arrrrghhh!! Stoopid nerds! Stoopid fire! Stoopid hammalance!


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A noisily gibbering rabble of Dimmies pop into existence, lazily swinging their clubs as they begin to shuffle towards the Brootal encampment.


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The Brootal infantry begin taking up cover fire positions at their hastily erected scrap barriers, and a squad of Warjumpaz takes to the air, ready to meet the minions of Peace.


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Behind them, more Skout Kore troops led by a Warmanager arrive to further strengthen against the “peaceful” protests of Pacifass’ lackeys.


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Broorista: Gitchyer Brewtal Brew here! Best dayum koffee dis side a da event huri-zun! Two bux for a kup!

Sprootalz: *angery plant boi noises*


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A brave squad of warboiz breaks through the defensive line and mows down a sizable number of Dimmies, jeering at the abominable creatures as they charge.


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Valkyrie Pilot: *krssshk* This is Beige Leader, beginning entry into the enemy portal.

A GGE Valkyrie fighter careens through the Brootal portal, directly into a rain of gunfire as the itchy trigger fingers of the Brootalz get the better of them and they riddle the armor of the craft, sending up plumes of smoke and flame.


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The Traveling Company amphisbaena turns one of its heads towards the curious mechanical contraption, letting out a piercing trill as its bright eyes focus on the driver inside. This is no dumb beast.


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The hotrod at first appears to rapidly retreat from the menacing two headed reptile...


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...But just as rapidly, reverses course...


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**rrrrRRRRRRRVVVVVV**


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Emile: Oh Feck


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* K L O N K ! ! ! *


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The bard sails right off the edge of the battlescape and into an oblivion surrounding it. His fate will remain unknown until the Konvergence has ended.


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Down on the other end of the battlefield, the sleek form of a Space Navy fighter screams overhead, and pours precision fire into the doughy midsection of Frobo the Swaggins. Brown sludge splatters everywhere as he is bodily thrown from the saddle by force of the energy blasts riddling his dumpy frame. The Horseman doesn’t even have time to get out a witty shitty remark before he dies and his essence is reabsorbed into the Sphinkter to be reborn.

Pilot: One down, three to go.


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From the bowels of the NegaVerse more horrors pour forth to torment the Laser Kat Koalition, daemons on loan to the Horseman of Poop by Krapiss himself.


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A number of the Jaw-Jaws spontaneously regenerate, much to the dismay of the Koalition troops around them.


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Peewok: Eeta Poota Ka!

Other Peewoks: EETA POOTA KA!

The diminutive Yub-Yubs pepper the Red Alien Guy squad with arrow fire, and manage to slay one of them. The creatures are jubilant at accomplishing even this one small task given their general incompetence.


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The annoyances, however, seem to go suddenly unaddressed by the Koalition forces, as they suddenly and abruptly turn on the Grand Galactic Empire, breaking the tentative truce by focusing a storm of gunfire and explosives on the GGE Seagull, and throwing all four primary shards making up the battlescape officially into a free-for-all. Unseen by the eyes of all but the keenest SN Minded minifigs, the fleshy tentacular digits of an unknown, interfering Human dance across an array of die, tipping the battle towards khaos. The influence of this new factor, however, would not remain unseen for long.


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Meanwhile, over at the Maniak Beer cache...

*thud* *thud* *thud*

Kastrenzo: Gah-- Fuckin-- Let-- Sto-- FUCK! Get OFF you undead pricks! I’m trying to kill this CLOan shit before it commits a crime against nature!

Mr. Skeltal: *thud* *thud* Hoo hoo, if you can’t get free of us then you haven’t been getting enough kalcium, fuccboi!

Skelebois: *thud* *thud* *thud* Hee hee, fuccboi needs better bones!




(Note: Day One of Soaptember, the rest of this entry will be up tomorrow morning after I've had some sleep, and Day Two’s post will be in the evening.)
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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Thu Sep 03, 2020 1:16 am

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Part 3.5

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The minions of Authority finally make contact with the DSM refugees. The edgelord bisects one with a boomeranging throw of his nova sword.


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Over by the Phantom Tollbooth, a group of Grammar Nutzees spawns in, mere shells of their former selves now filled only with petty condescension and grammarian rage. Even the other minions of Authority recoil at their appearance.


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Amphisbaena: (both heads) *Screeeeek!*


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The snakelike necks of the reptilian creature coil around the hotrod, one mouth ripping the roof off so the other can get access to the succulent orky driver snack inside.


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Big Baaghra: EY! Nerd freek! Your fire wall iz no match fer da Brootalz! Why don’t youse go back ta yer primutiv planet and let da reel warriuz fite!

Mikael: Brootalz, huh? Not a fan of the classics? How about this then? Lightning Glyph!


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*ZRRRRRTT!!!*

Big Baaghra: UUHHFF—

The Warbawss crumples in an ungainly heap, knocked clean out by the shocking rune striking her directly in the face.


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The Traveling Company contingent charges the forces of authority, and a loremaster behind the front lines conjures up more help from home in the form of an Othrothian Stormborn brandishing a blade of frozen lightning.


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The Grand Galactic Empire ground forces arrive at the Blok Monolith just as the multicolored spire resonates again to summon a collection of Brikfigs in the midst of the advancing soldiers.


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The Blokbots smash their wall-like bodies into the oncoming Laser Masters, dismounting one and hurling him to the ground, while the others manage to stay in the saddle.


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The Ascendant Protofig rotates, emitting a thrum that frightens the nearby munchfig into a frantic retreat, and slowly it begins putting the levitating pieces of Blokbots back together, assembling something new...


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The vast numbers of GGE regulars all train their weapons on the scattered forces of Stability as a mechanik reaches the Monolith, looking up at it greedily. This will not be a pleasant experience for the ABS abominations.


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The Maniak Beer lets out another blast of GT energy and from the mysterious ethereal afterlife, Stubby suddenly appears!

Overwatch’s Head: Wh-- wait, I’m back? What is this, a two-for-one special?

Stubby: You count as a carry-on now.

Overwatch’s Head: >:(

Stubby: Don’t give me that look. I don’t make the rules.


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Kastrenzo: Hey, Stubby! Glad you showed up! Can you please banhammer this fucking thing before it molests someone or something awful?! I keep trying to shoot it but this BONEHEAD won’t stop hassling me and throwing off my aim!

Mr: Skeltal: Ossum puns aren’t gonna get you off the fuccboi list that easy!


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Stubby: Ayup.

The two QuantumSurfers working together are able to blast the WorstSchlock marine into a bloody paste.


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The GGE mechanik, having easily gutted the Blok Monolith and surrounding massacre for parts, launches a slapdash Blok Fighter into the air to provide yet more air control to the Imperial Forces.


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Across the way, a deafening bellow rings out, and Big Bawss Grimjaw himself stomps into view, leading a second massive wave of Brootal troops, with several Supa Heavy Gunnaz, another pair of Warmanagers, and a deadly roller tank.


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Grimjaw: Fellaz! Looks like Baaghra cud talk a lotta shit but couldn’t back up her braggin! Let’s show da rest of da Brikverse why GRIMJAW GITGRABBA IS DA REEL BIGBAWSS, DA MOST BROOTAL BAWSS OF ALL! BROOTAAAAAAAALZ!


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The other Warmanager unceremoniously guns down Mikael Worell, the Partisan mage, and moves in front of Big Baaghra’s unconscious body.


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The Brootal infantry engaged near the Sapling of Surrender move in to finish off the remaining Dimmies with their melee weapons, just as a terrifying Truceass steps out from behind the trunk of the tree.


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GGE Command: Ground forces scout, field report status?

GGE Scout: Ugh, these FurFigs aren’t even worth the bullets it will take to kill them, you don’t need to care about things here. The Brootalz will finish these weird hippies off easy.

Rainbow Razzgrizzly: Oh noes!!! Did you just say you don’t CARE about us!? How could you say something so mean!!! (◡‿◡✿)

GGE Scout: Shit. I’m going to need to call you guys back.


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Despite not being alive to see it due to the vicious multi-hued axe blades of the bears, the scout was indeed correct. The Brootalz did finish the weird hippies off easy.


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With absolutely zero fanfare, a fifth shard, this one smaller than the initial chunks, comes spinning out of the void and collides into the battlescape, carrying a hodgepodge militia with it. The mishmash of figures seems to come from a world with very few Retkonstruktions, still in a proto-civilized stage but absolutely brimming with Kreative Potential Energy. Following the most primitive of minifig instincts, they hurl themselves into the battle with no regard for safety or decorum.


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Kaptain Wheelhead steers a railgun into position to make their opening attack, aiming for the nearest moving target, and firing a pumpkin at Mach 12 directly at its skull.


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The shot is called. The Dice are cast. The Human participates in the Great Game for the first time. And the outcome is nothing short of destiny in action.


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The pumpkin brains the PUPLO Horsefly at subsonic speed, killing it stone dead instantaneously and knocking its Poop essence across five separate dimensions. It turns 90 degrees on its side and moves no more.


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Quantumstalker Colette: Y̰̻̭̜̺͔͚̥-͚͙̹̯̘̠͇͈y͖̹̫̞͍͔͍̣o̮̺̩͔͖̟͎͎u̻͚̤͈̠̗̳̖ ̣̥͚͕̪̭͙̬s̩̱̟̮͓̠̭̖a̦̲̣͚̺̟̗ͅw̜̬̝͔̝͔̘̜ ͉͈͈̯͖̗̟̠t͎̗̟̯̙͔̦ͅh̦͉͖̗͚̹ͅͅa̩̩̺̺̤͉ͅͅt̟̤̠̞͍̬̩ͅ ̤͕̬͕͔͈̹̩h̫͙̜̹̣̣̥̙ḁ̞̦̖̲̭̘̰p̘̞͙̯̬͔̭͓p̞̜̩̭̥͚̳̱e͚̱͓̙̪̲̪͔n̪̣̬̗̦̘͓̳,̣͎̼̯͇̣̠͔ ̠͈̤͇̗̻̮̲r̥͓̙̤̹̭̰̜i̫̗̼̲͇̜̲̭g̦̜̮͉̭̬͈͎h̩̦͉͇̣͖̲̠t̙̥̖̤̳̲̯̩?͈̪͖̤͈̩͇͔ ̮͕͇̝̭̗̘̰Y̻̘̤̦̗̼͔̲o̥͔̘͔̱̹̮̤u͔̲͙̠̖͍̻ͅ’͔̪͎̘̺̻̤̙r̪̹͔̰̝͇͍̬e̼̟̘̝̠̭̱̦ ͔̟̩͔̟̤̼̜s̲̱̭͈̙̼̖͖ẹ͉̪͔̝̦̟͎e͈̖̺̜͓̥̼̤i̱̭̩̝̰̹̬͚n͎͓̼̘̣̭̭͎g͚̙͎̮͓̲̖̝ ̙͇͔̝̬̠̻͍t͓̯̖͉͎̙̗̗h̪̬̩͖̰̘̪̰e̞̪̮̲͖̯̲͕ ͔̩̫͔͇̗͚̞ṣ̺̠̣̰̭̣̙a͙̰̲̣͎̥̼ͅm̘̗̻͍̮̫̰͕e̖͚̞͔̞͚͎̯ ̞̖̞̹̫͉͓͔t̼̫̘̩̥̻̖͔h͖͖̤̮̖̲͕̼i̘͙͉͈̺͎͓͙n̯̻̗̼̠̺̻̮g̦̰̻̻͖͇̞̘ ͚̘̺͙̠͇̼̘I͖̳͚̺̯̻͎͍ ̠͔̖̣̳͍̤̥a͇̦̰̭̦͓͓̖m̪̟̺͙̪͇̳̼ ͕͔̤̯̲̤̦͉r̮̰͙̩̭̘̼͖i̪͔͖̹͔̘͈͚g̗͉̜̺̤̤͕ͅh̞̮̟̦̦̻̣̞t͇̳̫̮̘̞̭̹ ̰̭̗̬̥̖̘̯n̠̯̖̳̭̪̻͍o͉̯̩͈̬͓̭͈w̖̘̱͇̘͔̦̗?̖̻̮̟̖̤̳̦

OneEye589: Oh yeah definitely. This is a problem.


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The Space Navy fighter makes a pass over the newcomers, and the significance of this event does not escape the keen vision of the pilot. He knows what this means. Another Human has joined the battle against Ruin. He turns his uncovered eye to the sky with a smirk.

Pilot: Heh. Nice shot, Kid.


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Back near the main Koalition forces, more of the Poop Troupe continue to amble their way into this dimension through the Nega Sphinkter. Presiding over the heinous hordes is the Shite King, brandishing a crapgavel and a living effigy of himself as he stands atop the hulking mass of a Great Mighty Poo.


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RAG Officer: Suffer not the shitposters to live!

Red Alien Guys: For the Ossum! Die monsters!


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The Yub-Yubs are shredded by gunfire along with a Holidaemon that got too close in the line of overkill fire.


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In an anticlimactic and wholly unsatisfying payoff for such an intimidating and long built-up antagonist, the Shite King abruptly dies to a barrage of Assyrian combined fire.


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The Black Alien Guy climbs to the back of the now docile Mighty Poo.


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Black Alien Guy: Alright you primitive poo-heads, listen up! *I’m* the Shite King now, and for my first decree as monarch, I order you assholes to line up and climb back through this asshole right the hell now!


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The Wombat and crew swing by from behind, the machine gunner cutting down all but one of the Holidaemons like a hot knife through something unspeakably gross.


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Elsewhere, the Assyrian hero dashes through the portal and locks into combat with Galeo and his troops.


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She blasts one granite pawn’s head into rubble in a single shot, then takes a swing at the aging Adventurer. His age betrays his true skill however.


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Assyrian Hero: You look as old as your weapons, how’s life back in the dark ages? It’s not going to matter, you won’t be going back to them.

Galeo: I’ve met a few of your type before, you think your fancy advanced weapons will carry you through every fight...


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*shove*

Galeo: But there’s a reason I’ve survived since the Dark Ages.


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The disorientation from traveling through the portal twice in rapid succession causes her to fall prone, momentarily stunned.


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From across the fields of broken worlds, the Space Navy pilot makes another strafing run at a Horseman of Ruin, and blasts the entire cockpit of the Stride Car out from under Chief OneEye, sending him flying and setting his remains ablaze. His essence flies back to the Phantom Tollbooth to begin regenerating a new body.


**ACHIEVEMENT GET**
Horseman Hunter: Kill two or more of the Horsemen single handedly.



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Fun Police Dispatch: Chief? What happened there? Chief?


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The earth trembles, and the black hole grows in size and intensity, and BlueGuy strains against the pull, looking out over the battlefield. The efforts of the armies against the forces of Ruin have helped lessen his burden, but he will not be able to hold the Nexus in balance forever. The clashing of dimensional shards sounds almost like the tolling of a bell signalling the time. The khaos continues on.



(Note: Fuck it, ran out of time again today. So. This is Day Two. Expect a double feature day coming up when I combine two smaller updates to make up for my half entries these past couple days. Day 3 will continue the Konvergence narrative.)

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Kommander Ken » Thu Sep 03, 2020 9:12 am

This is great. Glad to see it make a return! :omnom:

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by ninja_bait » Fri Sep 04, 2020 4:11 pm

Great writeup! Makes you wonder how anybody knew what we were doing when they were reading my writeup...
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Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium - Interlude

Post by Bookwyrm » Sat Sep 05, 2020 12:26 am

[AN: This interlude chronologically takes place later in the battle, and will be included in there as well, but it’s more or less entirely disconnected from the main battle, so I don’t feel bad posting this part early as a bit of context to the second half of Day 4’s post. Legacy readers aren’t going to know what the fuck I’m talking about here but that is by design. Expect the confusion to grow as the battle and my update schedule continue to become more unhinged. Have fun lmao.]


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With complete and utter mayhem all around, none notice as a maelstrom of portal energy flares up in one of the very few unoccupied parts of the Battlescape.


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*ZZZZRRP*

Lord Kath: Now! We have come to the Konvergence of all worlds in the name of our great master of Khaos! Devout of Brikthulhu! Demonstrate your worth as we...


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Lord Kath: Uuhhhhh...


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High Priest of Brikthulhu: Uuhhhhh...


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Whisperer in Darkness: ų̷̢̨̨̨̨̢̢̡͍͔̺̞͍̭̦̭͕̰̺̣̜̲̝̩͖͙̥͖̯̮͈̟̬̘̙͖͙̪̲͈͈̪͓̣̦̤̰͚̙̱͈̜̰͖̥̟̳̫̋͗̍̇́̏͑̃͗̽̕̚͝ͅũ̵̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̢̢̳̘͚̪̫͔̠̮͙̱̖͚̩͎̯̯̬̘̼̭̹͙̬̠̻̱̬̤̬͕̠̦̹̱͕͍̗͇̝͔̻͙͛͋̏͐̋̈́̉͆͑̆̔̾̈̎́͐̿͋͜͝͝͠͝ͅU̶͙͓̦̲͎͔͕̹͖͌͛̎̂̓̽̀H̵̨̧̧̨̢̱̯̬̰̟̤͇̳͉͚̦̮͓̞͎̖̲̼̩̮̻͔̞͍͓̙̮̺̙͉͈̪̦̻̥̖͇̰̳͍͈̭̬̑̾̊̾͑̏́̑͛͐̆͘͘̕͜ͅH̷̨̧̨̡̧̡̡̧̧̢̡̻͓͇͙̟̱͚͓͔̞͓̝͙͕̯̭͓͔̖̬̩͙̩̱̟͍̝̹̼͚̱̞̯͎̣̲͙̹̹̄͊̎̔̅̂̑͊̈́͗͒̿̒̑̀͆̒͊̓̉̃̍͒̌́̓͂͌̕̕͜͝͝͝H̴̢̨̧̢̡̨͓̲̻͉͍̝̩̻̻̞̩̩̝͎̝̞̰͙̭͇̖͇̩͚̮͓̳͕̣̟͔̤̩̯̗̗̫͇̼̜̣̥̠͕̭͓̤͈͎̪̟̏́͒̑̊̿͜H̷̦͖̗̽̊̎̅̔́̈̎̏̌̌̓͗͆̿̀͆̑͋̽́͘̚͘͝͝͠H̷̡̡̯̭̳̘͉̻͔̗̹̝̙͍̠̱̩̹͉̜͉͉̝͎̗͓̲̠̼̻͙̯̦̗̮̮̩͔́̓͒̒̇̊͆́͆͐̎̄̀̾͛̇̔͋̓͋̃͐̉̍́̒̾͌͐̋̏͒͌̓̓́̇̿͂̏̒̐͂̑̿͗̄̚̚͘͜͝͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅH̶̨̢̨̡͈͍͖͚͙̰̖͙͇͔̗͈̰̪̱̞̰͎͖̼͖͓͇̲͓͚͚̘̩͇̯̙̻̩̰̼͚͚̝̙̣͙̹̫͉̲̫͈̱͎̘̹̟͑̍̂͗̄̊͜H̷̡̧̨̨̡̢̢̛̱̘͙̫͍̜̦̣̞̪̗̘̪̰̹͈̙̩̜̝͖̺͕̟͚͈̦̮̠̩͖̤̤̦̟̣̳̟͖̠̱͖͚͕̱̩̗͍͗̌̏̅̏̂̏̈́̂͒͂͑̅̔́͛̌̅̽̇͑̓̄̕̚͘͘͜͜͠͠H̷̨̨̡̨͓̞̱͓̥̮̬̭̥̹͓̰̮̳͎̗͈̜̙̖̞̤̯̰̼̩̬̮̫͍̲̝͉̞̮͚̩̮͙̎̅͋̒̊͋̒̽̀̓͛̇́̏̄́͐̆̈́͑͒̾͗͒̿̏̓̾͌̀̀͊̂̂̂̚̕̕͘͝͝͝ͅh̸̢̧̡̢̡̡̢̢̧̛̛̪̫̗͕̦͍̬̤̻̣̫͎̣̟̻̣̭̠̖̤̪̣̳̯̲̞̦͖͙̬̼͇̼̝̰͓͉͚̜̻͌͋͑̓̎̾͒̈͂̑̉͒͊̓̈͋̐͑̐̈́̆̍̂̊̀͗̌͐̂̇͗͗̓̋́̓̈́̓̆̈́̏̎͊́̿̉̍̑̔͋̄͒͑̚̚͜͜͜͝ḩ̸̨̤͓̙̼̗͓̙̟̺̻͚̟͇̪̳̮̟̣̟̫̬̠̪̦̟͖̐̾̈́̓͘̕͝.̶̨̨̡̨̢̛̣̺̞̪̙̲̺̳̹̩̪͍̜̫̤̱͙͓̘͎̖̺̠͖͙̱̱̩͓̺̩̬̫͓̲̬̺͚͔͔̤̰̼͕̙̬̩̬͍͇̭̱̦̩̹̂̐̓̐͋̿̈́̒͋̐͌̽̍̏̏̅̒̇̽͊̈̉̃̀̉́̎͛̊̀͐͆̏̌̇̊̈͊͑̀͌̽̚̚͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅ.̸̧̧̡̛͍̺̼͇͍̩̭̱͓̫̝̖͉̲͚͈̳̲̯̼̘̜͇̘̹͎̦͍͉̲̻̼̂̏͂̈́̊̓͊̔̈̔̌̔͑̄̂̋͑̌͊̚͘͜͝ͅ.̷̡̛͚̘̱͎͕͇̪͙̺͓̜̤̇̓̈́̎̃̈́̂̓̍̀̊̑̈̈́͆̿͂͗̓͝͝͠͝


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*bip!*

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Sun Sep 06, 2020 11:18 pm

Zupponn wrote:
Tue Dec 31, 2019 8:56 pm

This?

Or this?
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funnypikaball wrote:
Thu Apr 23, 2020 10:43 am
DId you apply regenaration for the jaw jaw's
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A number of the Jaw-Jaws spontaneously regenerate, much to the dismay of the Koalition troops around them.
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Thu Sep 03, 2020 9:12 am
This is great. Glad to see it make a return! :omnom:
Thanks! And it only took me... eight and a half months to get back to it... yikes... :oops:
ninja_bait wrote:
Fri Sep 04, 2020 4:11 pm
Great writeup! Makes you wonder how anybody knew what we were doing when they were reading my writeup...
Fair, but also consider the fact that your writeup was concise, giving it the advantage since otherwise nobody would know what the fuck happened in NJ until almost a year later. So the perspectives are both helpful, and I've been using yours as a point of reference in remembering the order of everything.

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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Bookwyrm » Mon Sep 07, 2020 11:38 pm

(Recommended Listening:)


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A whirling tricolor portal gate opens, and QuantumSurfer Bookwyrm arrives.


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Bookwyrm: Ah, it's started already I see. Well, better not waste time then.


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He pulls a scroll from the air and unfurls it.

Bookwyrm: Conjure Woodland Allies!


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A squad of fey, beasts, and elementals appears at his command.


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Bookwyrm: To me, warriors of the Wyrdwood! Drive the forces of Ruin before you!


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A moment later, QuantumSurfer Ken follows him through the dimensional gate.


Kommander Ken: Shit okay what does this thing do now? I guess I just speak the command word? I don’t understand half of what this guy is even talking about. Uhhhh… Conjure Woodland Allies?


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*FWSHHH*

Men of Frostborne: We are at your service Kommander!

Kommander Ken: Sweet. Even gave me a horse.

Horse: *bHREEheeheeheeheeh…*


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The Grand Galactic Empire and Laser Kat Koalition continue to clash at the large portal, with the Imperial troops primarily entering and exiting on one side while the Koalition forces likewise use the other side. The Seagull lands to pick up a contingent of regulars.


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RoC decides to hitch a ride while the opportunity presents itself.


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The arm of the Tollbooth swings again, and a Vinculus Iustitia, one of many towering constructs created by a former Horseman of Authority that was slain by a Quantumsurfer. Its limbs shift with gravelly sounds and drags a clattering train of manacles behind it.


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One of the Rules Lawyers gobbles his captured munchfig for the upcoming fight.

Munchfig: Even in death, my memory will carry on in my trillions of kin! Long live the Microfig Insurgency! AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa… X(


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Rules Lawyer: Sssshheeessshhh… Little pipssssqueaksss are ssssso overdramatic…


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Flailing their briefcases, the Anoraks begin to sap at the energy of the DSMB refugees, bogging them down in ethereal red tape.


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Edgelord: I find your lack of proper stat card disturbing…


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The already weakened DSMs, further drained by the energy vampirism of the joyless Anorak husks, are left vulnerable for the first time in their existence.


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One bludgeons a Medik with a makeshift blaster to death with the weight of his paperwork.


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The corrupted Authoritarian heretics harass the laser masters with scant gunfire and insults.

Grammar Nutzee: Dummkopf! You said “inteligent” several turns ago! Intelligent has two “Ls” dammit!


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Laser Master: ok


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Ambric: Magus! We’re in trouble over here if we continue to face the greenskins head on. Get our troops headed to reinforce master Cantwell at the portal!

Loremaster: Yes sir!


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At the altar of the Hellhunt, Zupponn tries to tap the mystic GT energies again, this time avoiding the strands of unlucky CLOan forces created by the Horsemen.


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Zupponn: hhHHNNNNNGGGGG


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Shadowscythe: What in tarnation

Zupponn: Oh hey Shadowscythe, can I get some of that beer? I’m parched.


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Pumpking: Master Zupponn, I’d advise you to hurry your business along, I can sense the Horsemen building for another assault, and Mr. Skeltal seems to be getting a tad overenthusiastic…


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Mr. Skeltal: Mah chikin now fuccboi! *doot* *doot*

Kastrenzo: Why must you take everything dear to me?


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The Ordo Lux battle monks lead a charging brigade of Traveling Company pawns to meet the forces of Authority head on.


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Battle Monk: Holy Flame!!

Edgelord: http://nooooooooooooooo.com/


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Rules Lawyer 1: Did he ssssseriousssssly jusssssst ssssay the websssssite “noooooooooooooooooo.com” with httpsssssss and the punctuattttiiion and everything?

Rules Lawyer 2: Holy sssssshit dude, thatssss what you decccccided to focusssssss on?! P-rioritiessssss--gakk--


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The clokvorks march on dutifully to reinforce against the Brootalz and Heralds, their machinery whizzing and the keys on their backs slowly unwinding with each step.


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Teya: Whoaaaa, look at all this LOOT, this stuff is going to bankroll us for a damn month. Let’s get it packed up and meet up with the Leviathan.

Darius: I concur. Bellane, you take care of that wild phase cult?

Frigyth: Oh yeah, he was no trouble whatsoever.


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Phase cult: *prrrrrrrr*


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The Stormborn takes to the sky to back up Ambric Thersen, Partisan marksman, and the rest of his contingent.


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The Amphisbaena coils into a tight loop and begins rapidly spinning, tearing up the ground beneath and shooting it forward.


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More allies appear at the Mana Spire, Teldavian emps wielding slingshots. The loremaster is too polite to let his disappointment at the lukewarm summoning show through his pleasant demeanor.


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The GGE air force continues to fill the battlefield, more craft cruising through the open portal while others strafe Koalition and Herald forces as they fly towards the other end of the Battlescape the long way. A strategist calls in a targeted airstrike near the Koalition forces locked in combat with the Poop denizens.


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GGE Engineer: This is Rainbow Leader, I’m going through a rough patch here, the render quality of this particular area looks like complete shit, I might not make it through here for a while!

Admiral Lyons: *through comms* Soldier, what in the FUCK are you on about?

GGE Engineer: Just making some witty meta commentary on how horrendous this photo is, sir!

Admiral Lyons: Well cut that shit out and do something useful and go, I don’t know, go blow up the Cerberus or something.

GGE Engineer: Roger that sir!


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The first true dogfight of the battle takes place between the hordes of Brootal Dieplanez and a squad of Chickadees and a Valkyrie, gunfire flying by at every angle.


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The laser masters continue to lead the charge on the ground below, and effortlessly plow into the Brootal defenses.


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At the Hellhunt Headquarters, Jak-O-Lantern makes use of the interdimensional sign printing faculties to set up a warning to all would-be fuccbois.


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As if to directly provide a challenge to this brazen act of curmudgeonliness, Warhead spontaneously returns from the dead.


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Warhead: Oi, you fucking wankers haven’t seen shit yet, let me show you how we throw down! Immortals to me!


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The barrel of the Leviathan’s aether ray cannon locks onto the sparkling form of Pacifass as he sends glittery beams hurtling at Blueguy.


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Leviathan Gunner: The Horseman is within range!


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Loremaster: FIRE!


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The end of the weapon belches with explosive alchemical solution as the energized shot of aether rockets towards its target.


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Pacifass, his Fiendish Horse, and the area all around for inches is glassed by elemental fury, engulfing it in a storm of arcane power that turns the Lord Peacenik into sludge and sends his essence flying back to the Sapling.


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The towering Vinculus construct readies a set of manacles and begins swinging it like a lasso.


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Officer Leia: Hey! Let go creep! Last slimebag that tried that shit got his ass choked out!


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Galeo and his men make a beeline for the Authority stronghold standing between them and the Konvergence, and the grizzled officer body checks a stumbling Grammar Nutzee aside with his tower shield.


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Galeo: What are you monsters? Surely this is beyond anything any magiks of Axeleron could divine.

Grammar Nutzee: Magics*

Galeo:


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The awkward silence is so empty that a Kreepo Negatron CLOan Trooper suddenly spawns to fill the void.


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Ambric: Hey little guy, why don’t you just stick with us.

Microfig: Haha yes! The big folk have recognized my potential! We shall rise as a great power now with these colorful nerds at our beck and call! Huzzah for the Microfig Insurgency!

Ambric: (What the hell is wrong with the rest of the Brikverse?)


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*NYOOOOOOM*


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The disrupted Assyrian hero, lying directly in the path of the rolling Amphisbaena, has just enough time to sit upright before disappearing in a spray of viscera as the spinning reptile carves the ground.


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At the last possible second before disaster, the 45th Union Centurion steps in to shoulder check the speeding beastie away from a squad of allied troops in the line of fire.


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The extremely unfortunate Dungan lets out a high pitched and exceedingly annoying “comedic relief” scream.


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* S P L T T T T ! *



(Extra Long and Extra Late Day 5 post, expect to see 6/7/8 triple post tomorrow. Real life comes first and unfortunately my real life skills don’t include being good at breathing due to asthma, so because of the fires my sleep schedule has been fucked by having to wake up every couple hours to make sure I can still breathe. Sorry about the delays but look forward to hopefully more regular updates these next couple days.)
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Re: The Konvergence: Last Hellhunt of the Nehellenium

Post by Kommander Ken » Tue Sep 08, 2020 12:28 am

This iteration of QS Ken's confusion is very on point. Also that moment with the Amphisbaena steamrolling into the portal was one of my favorite parts of this battle. :lol:

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