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« on: July 24, 2006, 01:54:04 PM »
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« on: July 20, 2006, 10:58:56 AM »
I regret that I will, unfortunately, only be able to get involved in the RP from late August onwards. The reason for this is that on the 26th of this month I am going to Sweden on a course on Manned Space Flight, in Kiruna in the far North of Sweden (Lappland, yay!), organised by Umea University and Lulea University. I do not know if I will have internet access, and, if I do, I will likely be distracted by happenings in Sweden (who knows? I might get laid. Nah... not going to happen) and probably a lot of wikipedia surfing related to my course.
So, for the first 3-4 weeks Haraldur, Tesla, Durruti and Makhno will be out of action. During this time Haraldur will be, as a spirit, advancing the revolution in Hell by going to different market places in different areas of the vast place that is Hell and trying to convince the inhabitants of his ideas (sorry, Dude Man, the idea which we discussed will have to delayed for a few weeks). The other three will be going to the continent of Amantan, in the far South of Gaian, which is currently ruled by a repressive Empire, the Zhao Chin Empire, in the mould of the ancient Gaian Empire, ruled by a God Emporer, Pu Yin Tao, but mostly by his Grand Vizier Mao Tien, who reside in the Secret City, a complex of tunnels and caverns beneath the capital city of Li Tze, which is lit by a million candles and by light shafts.
The majority of the population are peasant who farm in vast paddy fields growing rice, for the most part, living in villages, all of which have a large police/army presence (army=police), who control completely the lives of the villagers, and any dissent results in execution. All magic users are called to the Emporer's court and are forced to do services for the Emporer (otherwise, another few mages will kill them). Religion here is mostly praying to a statue of the current Emporer in the hope that he will grant rains (of course, this has no effect of whether rains come or not).
In the cities, society is highly stratified. You have the plebians, normal people, who own shops or workshops, or work in factories. Then you have the slaves, below them, who either work for those higher in society, ord o the worst jobs in the factory, or work in the dreaded silver mines, or any other mine for that matter, hence working for high society is the hope of any slave. Every once in a while, a slae might be freed by his/her master, in which case s/he becomes a free(wo)man, on the lower end of Plebian society. All the higher ranks in the stratification are part of the army (which as mentioned also act as police force), and correspond to the ranks in a normal army. Just above the plebians you have normal footsoldiers (spear, sword, armour, feather in helmet, follow orders, you know), and just a little above them you have squad leaders (seargents, corporals etc.). Then there is another big jump into the officer class, the highest of whom is the God Emporer himself, and then the Vizier. The mages mentioned above are effectively slaves.
Demographics: 40% peasant, 20% plebian, 30% slave, 9% foot soldier, 1% officer class.
Foreign relations: There is no foreign contact. Anyone who lands in the Zhao Chin Empire without a permit is executed by the army. This is so that the slaves, plebians and peasants do not know anything different to the world they inhabit: Zhao Chin.
Again, please, noone get involved in Amantan and Zhao Chin.
In the meantime, Dude Man and Ein, please make sure the Aspyes do not get hammered too much. Wink
So, for the first 3-4 weeks Haraldur, Tesla, Durruti and Makhno will be out of action. During this time Haraldur will be, as a spirit, advancing the revolution in Hell by going to different market places in different areas of the vast place that is Hell and trying to convince the inhabitants of his ideas (sorry, Dude Man, the idea which we discussed will have to delayed for a few weeks). The other three will be going to the continent of Amantan, in the far South of Gaian, which is currently ruled by a repressive Empire, the Zhao Chin Empire, in the mould of the ancient Gaian Empire, ruled by a God Emporer, Pu Yin Tao, but mostly by his Grand Vizier Mao Tien, who reside in the Secret City, a complex of tunnels and caverns beneath the capital city of Li Tze, which is lit by a million candles and by light shafts.
The majority of the population are peasant who farm in vast paddy fields growing rice, for the most part, living in villages, all of which have a large police/army presence (army=police), who control completely the lives of the villagers, and any dissent results in execution. All magic users are called to the Emporer's court and are forced to do services for the Emporer (otherwise, another few mages will kill them). Religion here is mostly praying to a statue of the current Emporer in the hope that he will grant rains (of course, this has no effect of whether rains come or not).
In the cities, society is highly stratified. You have the plebians, normal people, who own shops or workshops, or work in factories. Then you have the slaves, below them, who either work for those higher in society, ord o the worst jobs in the factory, or work in the dreaded silver mines, or any other mine for that matter, hence working for high society is the hope of any slave. Every once in a while, a slae might be freed by his/her master, in which case s/he becomes a free(wo)man, on the lower end of Plebian society. All the higher ranks in the stratification are part of the army (which as mentioned also act as police force), and correspond to the ranks in a normal army. Just above the plebians you have normal footsoldiers (spear, sword, armour, feather in helmet, follow orders, you know), and just a little above them you have squad leaders (seargents, corporals etc.). Then there is another big jump into the officer class, the highest of whom is the God Emporer himself, and then the Vizier. The mages mentioned above are effectively slaves.
Demographics: 40% peasant, 20% plebian, 30% slave, 9% foot soldier, 1% officer class.
Foreign relations: There is no foreign contact. Anyone who lands in the Zhao Chin Empire without a permit is executed by the army. This is so that the slaves, plebians and peasants do not know anything different to the world they inhabit: Zhao Chin.
Again, please, noone get involved in Amantan and Zhao Chin.
In the meantime, Dude Man and Ein, please make sure the Aspyes do not get hammered too much. Wink
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: July 12, 2006, 07:24:53 PM »
More romance in the RP means more female characters in the RP. Given that Ellenna was a disaster, I do not think that I can do a good female PC.
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: July 10, 2006, 11:14:10 PM »
21-24 of this month I will have no internet access. 26 July to 20 August I will be in Sweden, I will either have quite comprehensive internet access, or none at all: luck, or not, of the draw.
Of course, the benefit of having the RP not being during holiday is that most people have internet access...
Of course, the benefit of having the RP not being during holiday is that most people have internet access...
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« on: July 01, 2006, 05:41:56 PM »
Present tense: now
Imperfect tense: "was running"
Perfect tense: "ran"
Pluperfect tense: "had run"
Imperfect tense: "was running"
Perfect tense: "ran"
Pluperfect tense: "had run"
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: July 01, 2006, 04:49:12 PM »
Why the pluperfect tense, Dude Man? Razz
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: July 01, 2006, 04:17:13 PM »
So basically you are asking that I add more detail next time, Xorlak? To not be so lazy? OK, then.
Ein: Here I am! Already planning for next chapter too!
Ein: Here I am! Already planning for next chapter too!
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 28, 2006, 05:48:37 PM »
//One market square is not the whole of hell.//
The wind was strong as the arrows rained down on Alphagrad. The grey clad defenders shone some lights down onto the plain below, and saw nothing, but the arrows kept coming down. Shining the magical lights upwards they saw humungous kites, silently riding on the wind, with several men on each kite, shooting down on them and into the town. The defenders ducked for cover. Meanwhile the commanders were receiving reports of unrest within the city itself: the populace was now aware of what was happening, and they could guess who the attackers were. If "order" was not restored soon the Grey Army could be restricted to the walls and have to defend itself from without and within.
Shields around the walls sprang up, making the arrows now nearly useless. The kites were taken down: they had had the element of surprise, and had been able to do damage, but no longer, for the shields would make them inaffective. The field officers of the Black Army gathered in nearby woods to discuss the next line of action, now that Alphagrad was under siege, effectively. They had already made it almost impossible for communications to come from Alphagrad to Retangrad, unless both had the new communications orbs.
The moon now rose as the last of the twilight ebbed away...
The wind was strong as the arrows rained down on Alphagrad. The grey clad defenders shone some lights down onto the plain below, and saw nothing, but the arrows kept coming down. Shining the magical lights upwards they saw humungous kites, silently riding on the wind, with several men on each kite, shooting down on them and into the town. The defenders ducked for cover. Meanwhile the commanders were receiving reports of unrest within the city itself: the populace was now aware of what was happening, and they could guess who the attackers were. If "order" was not restored soon the Grey Army could be restricted to the walls and have to defend itself from without and within.
Shields around the walls sprang up, making the arrows now nearly useless. The kites were taken down: they had had the element of surprise, and had been able to do damage, but no longer, for the shields would make them inaffective. The field officers of the Black Army gathered in nearby woods to discuss the next line of action, now that Alphagrad was under siege, effectively. They had already made it almost impossible for communications to come from Alphagrad to Retangrad, unless both had the new communications orbs.
The moon now rose as the last of the twilight ebbed away...
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 28, 2006, 10:34:03 AM »
//
It is not merely propaganda, it is a long work that covered the whole of the cavern, and long works can be convincing, especially when people have those same thoughts half developed in their heads anyway, which is quite likely in an oppressive society (which the demon society almost definitely is, what with the power struggles between Qor, Abodahon and Iban...). Also, they are not "suddenly living in harmony". They are organising, preparing for a struggle.
Demons you say? What about them? They are obviously intelligent creatures, and peaceful enough not to have annihilated their species. They are intelligent enough for people to want to rule over them. The only demons who have really played much part so far have been power hungry brutes, though not mindless: Abodahon, for example, and Duilin for a very short time. Those are their (would be) leaders, who even in human society are power hungry brutes (look at Napoleon, the Russian Tsars, the modern politician of today...).
"Secondly, people don't read things then suddenly unanimously agree upon it after civilized discussion." It happens, and reading a long essay is not "suddenly". I am pretty sure also that I did not say there would be no arguments (in fact I think I mentioned a discussion of the validity of the essay). In this case there were no effective counter-arguments, so the essay won the day.
Also, I am working under the following assumptions: Demons need sustinence, they form communities, they are not that different from humans, they have the equivalents of farmers, blacksmiths, they have similar hopes for peace and a good life, and dislike oppression. I am also assuming that Hell is BIG: a whole planet for its own, almost (after all, all those dead souls...).
Therefore most things which apply to humanity must apply to the demons.
Things like this were hinted at earlier this chapter, where I think I mentioned them being "enhanced" by Haraldur.//
Tesla sensed a familiar signature. So, there is Marshall, in that prison building. How did Haraldur say you went from material to ethereal? Slip behind a fold in space and then what? Oh, yes. Tesla now appeared slightly translucent: it used less energy that way. He flew towards the prison building.
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The half portal to empty space closed as Makhno went about preventing the bullets from hitting him. His thoughts crossed the space towards one bullet, which then veered off and started homing in at Draven. Now the difficult part was done, and the thought then ricocheted off the other bullets in a chain reaction until they were all following Draven at high speed.
Durruti, not liking the look of the clouds, cast a one way shield around himself and Makhno. From Durruti's hand a small metal bird appeared, with a blade in place of its beak, poisoned, of course The bird began to fly around after leaving the shield, vaguely in Draven's direction.
They then began to back away slowly towards Gief. They must be warned!
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Down in hell, in the now empty market place, except for a few corpses of those who held positions of power, the demon sheriff for example, the almost invisible shade moved up and out into the sky of Hell.
If Hell can be liberated... then all else can. The shade flew on towards Hell's red sun as it was setting in the sky.
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As the sun set down in the Western sky as seen from Alphagrad, the grey clad soldiers stared watchfully to the south. They were hearing strange reports, and the last few patrols had not reported in. Then there were those explosions to the East just then.
Mage Corporal Gibbs handed his lit pipe to his close friend Mage Lance Corporal Bishop, who sucked on the tobacco smoke and then exhaled, letting forth a smoke ring. He was just putting the pipe to his mouth again when an arrow came flying through the air and then through his throat. The mage fell to the ground as more arrows fell. "Shit!" shouted Gibbs. "Some bastards are attacking us!"
And so the Black Army's attack on Alphagrad began, to last through dusk and night.
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Haraldur: I'm sorry, but the idea of demons reading some propaganda on the wall and suddenly living in harmony is quite ridiculous. Firstly, they're "demons". Mostly mindless power hungry brutes that have been battling each other for eternity. Secondly, people don't read things then suddenly unanimously agree upon it after civilized discussion. It's very unrealistic. Now apply the second to the first.
I'm not saying you cannot have a sect of demons following Haraldur. You just need to go about it in a more convincing manner and stay in context. Please remember that this RP is medieval themed.
It is not merely propaganda, it is a long work that covered the whole of the cavern, and long works can be convincing, especially when people have those same thoughts half developed in their heads anyway, which is quite likely in an oppressive society (which the demon society almost definitely is, what with the power struggles between Qor, Abodahon and Iban...). Also, they are not "suddenly living in harmony". They are organising, preparing for a struggle.
Demons you say? What about them? They are obviously intelligent creatures, and peaceful enough not to have annihilated their species. They are intelligent enough for people to want to rule over them. The only demons who have really played much part so far have been power hungry brutes, though not mindless: Abodahon, for example, and Duilin for a very short time. Those are their (would be) leaders, who even in human society are power hungry brutes (look at Napoleon, the Russian Tsars, the modern politician of today...).
"Secondly, people don't read things then suddenly unanimously agree upon it after civilized discussion." It happens, and reading a long essay is not "suddenly". I am pretty sure also that I did not say there would be no arguments (in fact I think I mentioned a discussion of the validity of the essay). In this case there were no effective counter-arguments, so the essay won the day.
Also, I am working under the following assumptions: Demons need sustinence, they form communities, they are not that different from humans, they have the equivalents of farmers, blacksmiths, they have similar hopes for peace and a good life, and dislike oppression. I am also assuming that Hell is BIG: a whole planet for its own, almost (after all, all those dead souls...).
Therefore most things which apply to humanity must apply to the demons.
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Is there anything these guys can't do? They seem to be capable of any spell of any element, alchemy, summoning specialized weapons, etc. upon etc. None of this is hinted at all in their bios. Let's try to be more believable here too.
Things like this were hinted at earlier this chapter, where I think I mentioned them being "enhanced" by Haraldur.//
Tesla sensed a familiar signature. So, there is Marshall, in that prison building. How did Haraldur say you went from material to ethereal? Slip behind a fold in space and then what? Oh, yes. Tesla now appeared slightly translucent: it used less energy that way. He flew towards the prison building.
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The half portal to empty space closed as Makhno went about preventing the bullets from hitting him. His thoughts crossed the space towards one bullet, which then veered off and started homing in at Draven. Now the difficult part was done, and the thought then ricocheted off the other bullets in a chain reaction until they were all following Draven at high speed.
Durruti, not liking the look of the clouds, cast a one way shield around himself and Makhno. From Durruti's hand a small metal bird appeared, with a blade in place of its beak, poisoned, of course The bird began to fly around after leaving the shield, vaguely in Draven's direction.
They then began to back away slowly towards Gief. They must be warned!
______________________________________________________________________
Down in hell, in the now empty market place, except for a few corpses of those who held positions of power, the demon sheriff for example, the almost invisible shade moved up and out into the sky of Hell.
If Hell can be liberated... then all else can. The shade flew on towards Hell's red sun as it was setting in the sky.
_____________________________________________________________________
As the sun set down in the Western sky as seen from Alphagrad, the grey clad soldiers stared watchfully to the south. They were hearing strange reports, and the last few patrols had not reported in. Then there were those explosions to the East just then.
Mage Corporal Gibbs handed his lit pipe to his close friend Mage Lance Corporal Bishop, who sucked on the tobacco smoke and then exhaled, letting forth a smoke ring. He was just putting the pipe to his mouth again when an arrow came flying through the air and then through his throat. The mage fell to the ground as more arrows fell. "Shit!" shouted Gibbs. "Some bastards are attacking us!"
And so the Black Army's attack on Alphagrad began, to last through dusk and night.
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 27, 2006, 11:38:39 AM »
//I am currently under the impression that on Gaian all who die go to Hell, as there is no Heaven... thankfully.//
Tesla followed Kronos towards Kandarin, and when Kronos stopped, he continued towards that land. It was obious that another group was trying to interfere and enslave people whether living, or dead. That could not be tolerated.
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In hell recently there had been several rulers over different areas, warlords, all struggling for power, and making the life of the average demon and dead soul a misery.
As the writing finished in the cavern, a long essay that completely covered the walls, the demons finished reading. Everything had made perfect sense. They had a discussion about who might have written the messeage, and whether the person was trustowrthy, but came to the conlusion that, since it had made so much sense, they should take it as true anyway. They then discussed how they should organise themselves to build a better society, and then commenced to do so, to organise themselves. The market traders dumped all their goods into a nearby warehouse, and there was an election as to who would have the responsbility of distributing stores from that warehouse. The person elected was an old demon called Fangdin, who had been a quartermaster in an army in ages long past. A few of the hungriest demons then rushed towards the warehouse where they were provided with the food they needed.
With the demon blacksmiths going about their work quickly, the demons started arming themselves. Meanwhile, word of these developments spread quickly through the underworld. In the areas where some demons tortured dead souls for a living, they stopped doing so, apologised to the souls, and then both they and the souls started to build a new society, though notm however, without a few arguments with former tormentors.
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Makhno's body temperature dropped, as an opening to outer space half developed within his body, carrying eat away wth it. The temperature in outer space is about 2.7 K, very very cold. Draven's aura was now being sucked into the unaffected Makhno, and if Draven was not careful, he would be frozen himself. As this was happening, two more daggers materialised in Makhno's hands, and he stabbed them into Draven. They were very very cold (like Iduran's sword in Chapter 3), and would shatter once entering the body, leaving cold shards within Draven.
Meanwhile, Durruti lew to be very close to Draven, only a few metres or so, with Draven between him and Makhno. A machine-gun materialised in his hands, and then he shot into Draven from point blank range with hundreds of bullets.
Tesla followed Kronos towards Kandarin, and when Kronos stopped, he continued towards that land. It was obious that another group was trying to interfere and enslave people whether living, or dead. That could not be tolerated.
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In hell recently there had been several rulers over different areas, warlords, all struggling for power, and making the life of the average demon and dead soul a misery.
As the writing finished in the cavern, a long essay that completely covered the walls, the demons finished reading. Everything had made perfect sense. They had a discussion about who might have written the messeage, and whether the person was trustowrthy, but came to the conlusion that, since it had made so much sense, they should take it as true anyway. They then discussed how they should organise themselves to build a better society, and then commenced to do so, to organise themselves. The market traders dumped all their goods into a nearby warehouse, and there was an election as to who would have the responsbility of distributing stores from that warehouse. The person elected was an old demon called Fangdin, who had been a quartermaster in an army in ages long past. A few of the hungriest demons then rushed towards the warehouse where they were provided with the food they needed.
With the demon blacksmiths going about their work quickly, the demons started arming themselves. Meanwhile, word of these developments spread quickly through the underworld. In the areas where some demons tortured dead souls for a living, they stopped doing so, apologised to the souls, and then both they and the souls started to build a new society, though notm however, without a few arguments with former tormentors.
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Makhno's body temperature dropped, as an opening to outer space half developed within his body, carrying eat away wth it. The temperature in outer space is about 2.7 K, very very cold. Draven's aura was now being sucked into the unaffected Makhno, and if Draven was not careful, he would be frozen himself. As this was happening, two more daggers materialised in Makhno's hands, and he stabbed them into Draven. They were very very cold (like Iduran's sword in Chapter 3), and would shatter once entering the body, leaving cold shards within Draven.
Meanwhile, Durruti lew to be very close to Draven, only a few metres or so, with Draven between him and Makhno. A machine-gun materialised in his hands, and then he shot into Draven from point blank range with hundreds of bullets.
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 26, 2006, 09:44:11 PM »
//Ein: What happened to Tesla shooting at Kronos?//
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 26, 2006, 09:13:37 AM »
//
Was that towards me? If so, thanks. What is TB-Logic?//
Quote from: "Trent"
//My god. I don't think anyone could beat you in a TB-Logic based chatroom battle... You think all of this through. x_x
Was that towards me? If so, thanks. What is TB-Logic?//
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Dark Age Games / (no subject)
« on: June 25, 2006, 10:33:53 AM »
//4 days? I wonder how the inevitable reaction in this post will fit with that.
Dude Man: Who has power in Hell at the moment? Iban? Noone? I must know.//
As Durruti and Makhno were nearing the borders of the Ugran region, they saw Draven crossing them. "Shit," said Makhno.
They flew very fast towards the Crimson Emporer, and in silence. Their paths split, and Makhno had his aura suppressed. Durruti flew around at great speed to bea few mtres in front of Draven, directly in front of him. He threw a large seismic orb and an entropy increaser orb (a spell that would cause some of Draven's energy to quickly disperse into the surroundings, so weakening him unless he can regain energy very quickly).
While this was happening, the aura suppressed Makhno flew quietly around the bak of Draven. As he neared, flames came from his body, mimicking Draven's aura (except that they did not touch him, they were a few centimetres off his body). He flew into Draven's flame aura, so that his flames would be completely masked (at the same time they kept Draven's flames away from his own body). When he was just a few centimetres behind the Crimson Emperor, he stabbed twice wiith blades that materialised in his hands in a split second. Once between Draven's neck and his right shoulder, hoping to sever the carotid artery, and once towards Draven's left kidney. Both blades have grooves running down them, and in those grooves is a solution of cyanide held there due to capillarity. If the strikes hit, a lethal dose (for a normal human being) of cyanide will be released into Draven's blood from each blade. The yanide will act as a non-competitive inhibitor for respiratory enzymes, so stopping respiration, and hence ATP productions, and so causing death if there is enough cyanide.
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In the cavern in Hell, on the red rock of the walls of the cavern, large black letters seemed to be being written by themselves:
"The principles of Anarchist Communist Technocracy, by Haraldur Haraldsson, Nikola Tesla, Nestor Ivanovich Makhno, Buenaventuri Durruti..." in a Tengwar script. A few demons gathered around and started reading with interest.
Dude Man: Who has power in Hell at the moment? Iban? Noone? I must know.//
As Durruti and Makhno were nearing the borders of the Ugran region, they saw Draven crossing them. "Shit," said Makhno.
They flew very fast towards the Crimson Emporer, and in silence. Their paths split, and Makhno had his aura suppressed. Durruti flew around at great speed to bea few mtres in front of Draven, directly in front of him. He threw a large seismic orb and an entropy increaser orb (a spell that would cause some of Draven's energy to quickly disperse into the surroundings, so weakening him unless he can regain energy very quickly).
While this was happening, the aura suppressed Makhno flew quietly around the bak of Draven. As he neared, flames came from his body, mimicking Draven's aura (except that they did not touch him, they were a few centimetres off his body). He flew into Draven's flame aura, so that his flames would be completely masked (at the same time they kept Draven's flames away from his own body). When he was just a few centimetres behind the Crimson Emperor, he stabbed twice wiith blades that materialised in his hands in a split second. Once between Draven's neck and his right shoulder, hoping to sever the carotid artery, and once towards Draven's left kidney. Both blades have grooves running down them, and in those grooves is a solution of cyanide held there due to capillarity. If the strikes hit, a lethal dose (for a normal human being) of cyanide will be released into Draven's blood from each blade. The yanide will act as a non-competitive inhibitor for respiratory enzymes, so stopping respiration, and hence ATP productions, and so causing death if there is enough cyanide.
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In the cavern in Hell, on the red rock of the walls of the cavern, large black letters seemed to be being written by themselves:
"The principles of Anarchist Communist Technocracy, by Haraldur Haraldsson, Nikola Tesla, Nestor Ivanovich Makhno, Buenaventuri Durruti..." in a Tengwar script. A few demons gathered around and started reading with interest.