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Arthur nodded. “It was a swift war. Before a month was passed, he owned 84% of the Earth. He set his base of operations in what was once America, and began subjugating everything. He’s still at it, trying to take the last few pockets of resistance.” Arthur paused here, looking out the window. “I was one of the lucky ones. I have been fighting this whole time, and haven’t been killed…yet. But I know it’s only a matter of time. I feel as if…as if he’s toying with me.” He looked deep into Alfred’s eyes as he spoke the next bit carefully. “He would come to me sometimes, in Alfred’s form, try to lure me to him with sweet words and comforting smiles. But I could feel the hollow fakeness of it…could sense it wasn’t…real…” He choked, and Alfred reached across the table to comfort him.
“You had to…do what you did,” Alfred admitted quietly. “I don’t blame you. So don’t be upset, okay?”
Arthur nodded. “Thank you, Alfred.”
Alfred flashed a winning grin, and Arthur smiled weakly.
“Anyway,” Arthur continued. “There are a few places left that have remained unconquered, as I said. Russia and Canada both made a pack with General Winter, and sealed off their borders. No one gets in or out, because the winds and storms are just too strong. The Regent has tried many times, but failed at every attempt.”
Alfred’s heart leapt at the mention of his brother. “Matt’s okay?!”
Arthur pursed his lips. “We’ve made contact with Russia over the pirate radio channels, but we’ve been unsuccessful at reaching Matthew at all.” He shook his head. “It’s as if he’s sealed off everything and everyone.” Arthur’s eyes grew soft. “He’s probably still grieving.”
Alfred’s hopes sank like a stone. He was terrified all of a sudden for Matthew. He hoped that his brother was okay…
Arthur studied Alfred carefully. “What do you plan to do then?”
Alfred grinned. “I’m going to help you guys!” he declared. “A hero can’t be choosy about his battles!”
Arthur shook his head firmly. “No, Alfred. This isn’t your fight. I’ll help you find a way home, but that’s it. I will not allow you to fight this war.”
Alfred’s face fell. “Wha—?! B-but Artie!”
“No buts,” Arthur said. “I already told you; this isn’t your war, and I won’t have your blood on my hands.” His eyes looked at the floor then. Alfred sat back in his chair, defeated.
“How will I get home…?”
Arthur sighed. “We could replicate the device that brought you here…”
Alfred shook his head. “I haven’t got a clue how it was made, and even if I did, I don’t know if I could replicate it without Tony’s nifty gadgets and stuff.”
“The other problem is supplies,” Arthur agreed. “The Regent has a stranglehold on everything, and I doubt we could salvage anything powerful enough.”
The air became heavy then, filled with defeat. Alfred’s eyes wandered over the room idly, falling on old mementos and nick-knacks he recognized. A small smile crossed his lips.
“Arthur, tell me…is there some kind of rebellion? A resistance of some kind?”
Arthur sighed loudly. “Well, yes, but…I can’t tell you any more. The walls have ears, after all.”
Alfred’s eyes snapped back to Arthur’s worried face. The older Nation rubbed the bridge of his nose in weariness. Alfred leaned forward, and put a hand over Arthur’s.
“Even in your own home?”
The pause was long and heavy. The clock in the sitting room ticked loudly, and the noise almost seemed to chisel away at the quiet. Finally, Arthur spoke.
“Yes. There is a rebellion. The Resistance…is spread out, working undercover.”
Alfred’s heart fluttered.
“Many of us are working for the Regent, running our counties under his command, while secretly gathering the ammunition we need to defeat him. He weeded out a few of us already, and they were sent to Antarctica. But most of us are still operating in secret.”
“Then maybe,” Alfred said with a wide grin. “It’s time to organize them.”
Arthur frowned. “No, no…I…I couldn’t.”
Alfred gave his hand a light squeeze. “Artie…you can. I know you can!” His eyes screamed confidence, and Arthur’s breath caught in his throat. Maybe Alfred was right…
“Look, Arthur. I…I know I’m not your Alfred, but…” He swallowed here, unsure of how to continue. “But I believe in you, because I believe in my Arthur too! And if you’re anything like him, well…” He searched for the right words. “Then…oh for the love of—you were a pirate once!” His tone was exasperated.
Arthur looked surprised, then incredulous, and then amused. Finally, he laughed out loud, and ruffled Alfred’s hair with an affectionate gesture. His eyes were soft as he said, “Oh Alfred…you never change, do you?”
Alfred smiled, wanting so badly to pull Arthur into a warm, crushing hug, and never let him go. But he held back, seeing the pain buried deep in Arthur’s eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to get too close to this Arthur; Alfred didn’t belong here, and his mere presence was painful.
But Arthur stood up then, seeming more self-assured. He glanced at Alfred with a cheerful grin, and slapped the table forcefully.
“Then, maybe we should get our acts together, and start this revolt!” His green eyes glittered, and Alfred felt a surge of pride. The most feared pirate of the Seven Seas was back!
Arthur didn’t cuss out Alfred for his comment. Instead, he laughed along with him, and pulled him to his feet. “We need to pack,” he explained. “We’ll stop by and see the others here first, and then we leave for the continent!” He nearly dragged Alfred along behind him as he raced for the stairs. “We can’t afford to dawdle any longer!”
***
It took several hours to pack, and that didn’t just mean clothes. Arthur had packed food supplies and water as well, and many other important tools for survival. Alfred was impressed. He was less impressed by Arthur’s little magic ritual, however. Arthur had said it would protect his home from being found and destroyed in his absence, but Alfred was pretty sceptical. In the past, Arthur’s magic had proven to be pretty…shaky. And that was being kind. But this Arthur seemed…more than adept. He was actually pretty impressive. And even sceptical Alfred found himself believing in magic when he looked back over his shoulder to find Arthur’s home was nowhere to be seen.
He didn’t ask how. It would have been an exercise in futility.
They travelled towards the north, heading in a direction Alfred realized he recognized. By the time they hit the thick mists, Alfred didn’t need his eyes to tell him where they were going. His feet seemed to instinctively know, as if he was being pulled by a magnetic force.
Then the rocks loomed into view, and Alfred could feel the electricity in the air, setting the hair on the back of his neck on end.
“Why are we at Stonehenge?”
Arthur turned to look at Alfred from under his dark green hood. “You’ll see,” was all he said.
Four other figures began to appear out of the pea-soup fog, and Alfred tensed. But Arthur was completely calm, so Alfred waited. And finally, they came into view as they passed into the ring of giant stones.
A man with coppery hair and a long, curled hair off the back of his head nodded to Arthur first. His eyes were also green, but a lighter shade, and his pale nose and cheeks was peppered with dark freckles. He wore a tam on his head, and a scarf wrapped around his neck, and the sleeves to his drab uniform top were rolled to his elbows. The work boots he wore were caked with thick mud, as if he’d been trudging through the fields. Beside him stood a man who looked nearly identical, although he dressed more conservatively, and his face was hauled into a frown. His hair might have also been a shade darker, but it might also have been the light.
“Seamus,” Arthur acknowledged the first man with a nod. “And Conner. I’m glad you both came.”
Alfred knew them only by name, as he had never seen them in person before. Seamus and Conner O’Connelly; South and North Ireland, respectively. Alfred felt his lips tug into a tiny smile.
The next man to acknowledge Arthur was one Alfred had an idea of who they were. He had sandy blond hair, like Arthur, and moss-green eyes. Rugged and worn, with stubble and thick brows, he wore his tan uniform with pride, although he wore a blue tartan kilt in place of pants. It was topped off neatly with a sporran, Brogues and white spats, and a Sgian Dubh at his side.
“Ian,” Arthur may have growled a tad bit when he spoke the name.
Ian Kirkland; Scotland. A troublesome brother who fought tooth and nail, no matter who it was he was fighting.
The last man was very quiet and timid, and reminded Alfred of his brother, Matthew. It panged his heart, but he forced the pain down to focus. The man in question shared Arthur and Ian’s sandy hair, but it was longer, and a piece of it curled out from under the brim of his officer’s hat. His pale green uniform looked neat and presentable, but he seemed almost too small for it, and it only succeeded in making him look more timid than he already was. His moss-coloured eyes seemed at the edge of tears even as he stood there, biting his lip, and trying to put on a brave front.
“Rhys,” Arthur said with a hint of warmth.
Rhys Kirkland; Wales. Almost as weak and frail as he seemed, but nevertheless an important part of the United Kingdom. And the reason Alfred hated ghosts.
Arthur looked at each of his brothers in turn. “Gentlemen, we all know why we are here.”
“Aye,” Ian responded quietly.
Arthur was serious. “I have to go. And that means we have to put the barrier up. No one can enter here while I’m gone. It’s too much to ask that you all fight in my absence.” His eyes flickered towards Rhys, who was sniffling quietly.
“You think we canna’ handle it?” Ian accused loudly.
Arthur shook his head. “That isn’t it at all, Ian. It’s just…” He sighed. “We’re stronger as one. Separate, we cannot hope to succeed.”
“So…” Rhys’ voice was almost quieter than Matthew’s, and Alfred strained to hear him. “You mean t’say th’t…you’ll b’ leavin’ us?”
Arthur nodded solemnly. “I must, Rhys. It’s time. Time to set the wheel of destiny in motion.”
Seamus studied Arthur silently for a moment. “Aye, laddie. You’re right. ‘Tis time.” He nodded as if satisfied, and then stepped forward to Arthur, offering his hand. “Consider it done.”
Arthur shook Seamus’ hand, and the easygoing Irishman stepped back. Conner stepped forward next, taking Arthur’s hand in a firm grip, and shaking before stepping back as well. Ian hesitated before he, too, shook Arthur’s hand. Rhys hesitated as well, but Arthur took him into a comforting hug.
“I’ll return, Rhys,” he said. “And when I do, we’ll be a family again. I promise.”
Rhys cried, smiling. He wiped at his eyes with his oversized sleeves, and tried to hold back his sobs.
Arthur took his place again, and looked at Alfred. “I need you to cover me,” he said. “The magic that will be generated in this ritual…it will attract them to us, in great numbers.”
“Attract…what?”
Arthur looked at Alfred with a serious expression. “The demons.”
Alfred tried to swallow, but his pallet was like sandpaper. Instead, he simply nodded, his hand tightening on the gun on his back, under his jacket. There was a second one at his side, and a derringer in his boot, should it get that desperate. But they didn’t offer him his normal sense of security they normally did.
The five brothers started up the chant. There was no fancy lead-up to it, no intricate ceremony or ceremonial totems used. It was raw, basic magic, and the chants were heavy in a tongue Alfred didn’t know, and was more than certain was all but dead. The energy became so tangible before long that Alfred could see it, like shimmering threads that wound around the old stones.
And then he heard them: the monsters from the fog. His breath quickened, and his heart raced as he reached for his Desert Eagle. He wasn’t going to play around, not after what he’d heard. Another raw, feral howl echoed through the mists, and then several more, and some nasty screeching and screaming followed it. He couldn’t even describe the sounds, but they set his teeth on edge and made his blood run like ice. His hands tightened on the gun as his eyes darted around, seeking the creatures hidden in the mists.
And then he spotted one. A pair of glowing eyes that traveled through the mists, blurring and leaving streaky trails like headlights in the darkness. His pulse climbed higher.
The first one was a blur of motion, and Alfred reacted on instinct, levelling his gun and firing. There was a sharp yelp, and it was thrown to the side, before it scrambled back into the darkness, bleeding profusely. Several more shapes ghosted around the edges of the circle, and he tensed up, ready.
A flapping of leathery wings shocked him enough to yelp out, but he quickly slapped at the noise with his hand, and knocked away some enormous bats that had found him. They weren’t deterred as easily, however, and he finally had to pistol-whip a few to make them understand.
The intensity of the spell was making Alfred’s hair stand on end. He didn’t even need to turn and look to know that the brothers had reached the height of the spell. He gritted his teeth in focus. He wasn’t just trying to keep the creatures away from the vulnerable figures behind him, but also from them digging their fangs and claws into him. He found he was hitting them with his guns more than he was actually shooting them, and he swore loudly.
“Hurry up!” Alfred barked at them, not meaning to sound rude, but the frustration he was feeling was apparent. He hoped they were close to the end of the spell. “I’m having trouble keeping them all off!”
“Almost there!” Arthur yelled back, finding a break in the chanting momentarily.
He turned to fire at another advancing wolf when the monsters all suddenly pulled back, as if terrified. They all shrank back into the fog as it slowly began to dissipate off, and patches of darkness began to show through. Alfred gave a heroic whoop of victory, and grinned wide, watching as the fog settled lower to the ground, more like it was normally supposed to. “It’s working!” he shouted back to the brothers. “Whatever you guys are doing is working!”
And then, Alfred noticed it.
The darkness moved.
He froze up in fear.
“Arthur,” he said carefully, his eyes glued to the dark night just outside the ring of stones. “The dark isn’t…supposed to move, is it?”
Arthur looked to have been seized by fear as well. The chanting continued without pause, however, but his eyes were moving, sweeping the darkness, looking for anything that was suspicious.
It happened so fast, however, no one was prepared for it. The inky blackness outside the stones moved, and there was a hissing sound that drowned out everything else. Alfred stumbled back in surprise, and found he was staring up into a pair of glowing eyes, framed by a pitch-black face.
His eyes travelled up a little higher, and he caught sight of the scaly hide of the beast, and the pair of branching horns. The mouth opened wide, and a pair of long, sharp, glistening fangs extended out, catching the light off the wisps of magic, and becoming even more menacing.
Alfred was not afraid to say later he screamed. But it was a manly scream. Not a girly shriek like Arthur insisted it had been. And then the young man was scrambling back just before those long fangs could snap down on his leg and pull him into that cavernous mouth.
Arthur gave a terrified cry. “Alfred! Look out!” He knew he couldn’t stop the spell, but he was torn. He watched helplessly as Alfred dodged attack after attack from the horned serpent.
He turned back to the others, his eyes pleading. One by one, he met their eyes, and they silently gave him a solemn nod.
Go. We can handle this.
Arthur broke the circle before they reformed it, and continued without a pause. He rushed to Alfred’s side, pulling out his short birch rod staff. Brandishing it at the serpent, he let his mouth twitch up slightly as he watched it hiss violently, and shrink back, as if burned.
“Back off, Serpent,” Arthur told the beast with a commanding voice. “This one isn’t yours.” His emerald eyes grew hard and dark, silently telling the beast to leave or suffer the consequences.
Alfred propped himself up on his elbow to stare up at the scene with awe. The serpent simply chuckled in his harsh, hissing tone.
“You do not frighten me, ssssorccccerer, as you have sssscared othersss. I cannot be sssso eassssily intimidated.”
“I am no mere sorcerer,” Arthur scoffed, spinning the staff with one hand, and re-gripping it with determination. “I am a mage, and one of the best alive, for that matter. Do not test me, Beast. I shall not hesitate to smite thee.”
“All thissss for a mere child.” It was the Serpent’s turn to scoff now. Arthur twitched.
“I’m not a child,” Alfred insisted as he picked himself up off the ground, levelling his gun again as he stood beside Arthur proudly. “I’m Alfred F. Jones. You’d better remember that!”
“You have ssssome nerve ussssing that name!” The Serpent told Alfred.
“Kiss my ass,” was all Alfred said to it.
The Serpent lunged, but Alfred was ready. He fired a shot at it that caused it to flinch, giving Arthur enough time to fire off a spell into its eye. The snake reared back, howling in pain, and the two ran for a safer position.
“Foolssss!” the horned serpent roared in anger. “You cannot hope to defeat me!”
Alfred skidded to safety under some brush, and Arthur followed close behind. They felt the air whoosh as the snake once again missed them, snapping its powerful jaws shut just inches from their last position.
“Plan, Artie?” Alfred panted.
“Thinking,” the older man snapped back.
“Think faster,” Alfred urged. “Here it comes again!”
The two ran for new cover, taking a moment to fire at it again, trying desperately to hold it off, or try to stop it somehow.
“I have one!” Arthur yelled as they both rolled into a new hiding spot, the underbrush shielding them from flying debris from another missed attack by the serpent. “How accurate are you with that thing?”
“This?” Alfred asked, jerking his Desert Eagle a bit to indicate that it was what he was talking about. “Pretty good, but I need a moment or two to aim it properly if I want a perfect shot.”
“I’ll buy you that time,” Arthur said. “So shut your eyes really tight, and wait for my signal, got it?”
“Got it!” Alfred replied.
Arthur stood, hand out, gathering energy into his palm for his next attack. Alfred shut his eyes tightly, putting his hand over them for good measure.
“ILLUMIUS!”
Even after shutting his eyes and covering them, he still felt the brilliance of the attack. The snake howled again, and Alfred waited tensely for Arthur’s signal.
“It’s blinded! GO!”
Alfred didn’t need a second reminder, and was up to his feet in an instant, training his gun at the writhing serpent, focusing for the creature’s eye as best he could. His arm only trembled slightly as he held the heavy gun still.
“Focus…” he hissed to himself. “Make this shot count.”
And with a deep breath, he fired.
The serpent reacted instantly. Rearing back, Alfred saw his shot was a direct hit to the creature’s eye. The blood that streamed down its face was proof enough it was partially blind now, leaving it vulnerable.
“Nice shot!” Arthur cried animatedly. “Now we’ve got him on the ropes!”
Alfred grinned wide. “What now?”
“Now I need it to say ahh,” Arthur grinned back, but much darker.
Alfred shared that look. “I have an idea of how to do that.”
The serpent shook its head, trying to clear its vision as it searched out Arthur and Alfred angrily. Hissing agitatedly, it thrashed its tail in the underbrush, trying to force them out of their hiding spots. It was rewarded when it spotted Alfred yelling at it, and turned its head to look at the young man.
“Over here you overgrown Gardner snake!” Alfred yelled.
The serpent hissed angrily, and lunged. It never saw Alfred’s wicked grin.
reCAPTCHA: "snicker heroes" >D Oh reCATCHA, you have no idea...
Before the jaws could crush him, Alfred lodged a very heavy tree trunk into the beast’s mouth, forcing it to remain open. The beast shook its head, trying to dislodge it, but Alfred was already scaling the creature as quickly as he could, and used his weight and momentum to slam it back down to the ground, where Arthur was waiting, charging up a spell.
“NOW!”
Arthur fired off the blast, and it hit the serpent right on target. The snake was unable to do anything but swallow the magic as it reared back, flinging Alfred off of it and into the bushes, to safety. A moment later, the magic tore the serpent apart from the inside out, and Arthur ducked into the bushes himself to avoid the gory bits of raining snake.
Alfred was up after a moment, laughing hysterically in victory and adrenaline. “I…I can’t believe that worked!” He ran over to Arthur, yanking him to his feet and hugging him tightly.
Arthur blushed madly, but didn’t try to pry himself loose. After a moment, he settled into the hug, patting Alfred’s back as his eyes softened.
The air changed suddenly, and Arthur realized the spell had been completed. There was an audible ‘Whomph!’ as the spell sent out an initial shockwave, blasting the miasma from the surrounding area away, and then the air began to clear, fading into a perfect violet twilight. Alfred stared in amazement.
“Stonehenge is the Magical Centre here,” Arthur explained. “By setting up a barrier here, it will extend over the entirety of the area. We won’t need to worry about monsters like that serpent showing up here anymore. This place is free of the Regent’s dark magic.”
Alfred looked back at the brothers who were celebrating. Clapping each other on the back, and laughing ecstatically, they seemed closer than they had ever been in their entire history, and Alfred felt a tiny swell of pride at that. Arthur took Alfred’s arm in his hand gently, stirring the man from his thoughts.
Alfred looked at Arthur, whose face was serious. When he spoke, it was in a sombre tone, and caught Alfred’s attention.
“Alfred,” he began. “You cannot linger here, in this world. It isn’t yours, and you need to get back. The people of your world need you.” The man’s green eyes flickered for a moment, as if he was struggling with himself internally, and Alfred’s heart twanged.
“But this world needs me, Arthur,” he replied quietly, but firmly. “And a hero can’t turn down a cry for help, no matter who it is!”
“Hero,” Arthur snorted, turning away. “You truly are from the past, aren’t you?” He remained silent after that, and Alfred tried again.
“Let me help you.”
Arthur was silent, but finally turned back to Alfred after a moment or two. “Fine,” he said tensely. “But only until I can find a way to get you home. Understand?”
Alfred grinned. “Deal.” The two shook on it.
“We’ll head to the mainland from here,” Alfred explained. “Seamus and the others can handle things here. We need to get the rest of this Rebellion into shape!”
Alfred laughed loudly. “Right!”
“After a g’night’s rest,” Rhys’ voice broke through the noise. “B’cause y’had a nasty fight just now. No need t’stress y’selves too far.”
“Agreed,” Seamus said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And it’ll give you two a chance to catch up on old times.”
Arthur blushed angrily. “Now cut that out!”
Ian and Seamus just laughed raucously, and Alfred smiled.
***
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 1
Wow, sorry about that! Christmas and New Year's really wore me out, but I managed to finish the first part for all of you! Thanks for being so patient with me so far! <3 Here's a brief summary of the things you may not have known/noticed:
Part 2a Character Classes: Arthur is a mage class, and Alfred is a gunner class. In DnD terms, Arthur is wearing cloth armor, and using a wand and a short sword as his offhand weapon. Alfred is wearing leather armor (ie, his jacket), and using a Deasert Eagle as his main weapon.
"Screw Deplomacy! I Have Charisma!": Alfred tries to reason with Arthur, but keeps failing his deplomacy checks. He then tries a decoy, which is sucessful. Finally, his last deplomacy check is sucessful.
Part 2b "Time is Layered": Arthur's explination of parallel dimentions is one offered up in Doctor Who, and is the most commonly used explination today.
Manifest Destiny: The Regent is using a tactic of world domination that allows him to occupy territory rather than conquor it. However, Nations that fall under his attacks and die become his own. It is likely he is doing this because he requires the Nations alive for something.
Part 2c Antartic Concentration Camp: The Regent choose this part of the world for several reasons: a) it is isolated and very harsh to live in b) it is unclaimed by any one Nation, and is therefore No Man's Land. Finally, c) Escape is impossible through normal means.
Sealed Borders: As it will be elaborated on in future parts, it is widely accepted fancannon that Canada as well as Russia has a bond with General Winter.
"You Are A Pirate!": More fancannon. Arthur is noted as being a pirate through much of his Empire Era. It is believed he slowly became a much more socially upstanding person as his empire slowly dwindled down to its current size, but he had never truly lost his edge.
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 2
Part 2d Seamus, Conner, Ian and Rhys: These four fan countries were created by fir3h34rt on DeviantArt. I used them simply because they were the ones I was most familiar with. (South Ireland is t3h smex <3 )
To Be A True Scotsman...: Ian is wearing a blue tartan kilt (a knee-length garment with pleats at the rear, originating in the traditional dress of men and boys in the Scottish Highlands of the 16th century), a sporran (a pouch that performs the same function as pockets on the pocketless Scottish kilt), Brogues (traditional thick soled shoes with no tongues and long laces), and a Sgian Dubh (a ceremonial knife worn as part of the modern Scottish Highland dress along with the kilt. It is worn tucked into the hose with only the pommel visible. The sgian dubh is normally worn on the right leg, but can also be worn on the left, depending on whether the wearer is right or left-handed), all of which are a part of a traditional Scottish man's attire, as would be expected of him.
Three Guns: My head cannon has become convinced, after reading (Un)lucky [the 'what if' story concerning the switching of Matthew with Alfred in the Finacial!GangBang!comic] that Alfred carries three guns on him at all times: A Desert Eagle (most likely a Mark XIX), a Colt (most likely an M1911), and a Derringer (possibly even a Semmerling pistol), which he keeps in his boot as a last-resort.
Part 2e MONSTERS!: Alfred is faced with small packs of Feral Wolves and Floating Eyes, typical, low-level monsters.
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 3
Part 2f "The Darkness is Moving": The beast Alfred and Arthur face is the Horned Serpent, a popular one in many different mythologies. This one isn't a nudge at any one reference in particular, but is used simply because I read something with one in it recently. >.< Lazy Anon is lazy While most horned serpents are portrayed as being good, this one has been twisted by dark magic into a killing machine.
Part 2g Get it Right!: Arthur corrects the serpent when he is called a 'sorcerer' by saying he is a 'mage'. While this is correct, it should be noted that Arthur is being cheeky, as Sorcerers are higher class than Mages.
Part 2h Read the Manual: Arthur uses a Blind skill here, and Alfred makes use of his Focus Shot ability. At the cost of going after the opponant, the usuer can inflict more damage, and have a 90% critical rate. It is not, however, spamable (ie, it is costly to use, and is therefore not a skill that can be used repeatedly in a battle).
Part 2i Feats of Strength: Alfred has enormous strength cannonly, and therefore the acts of picking up and swinging around broken trees and slamming giant serpents into the ground are completely feasable.
Magical Centers: These are not the centers of the countries, but rather where the magic is the strongest in any given area. Stonehenge is used here because of its ties to Arthurian mythology. (According to ledgend, it is the resting place for King Arthur's father, and was constructed under Merlin's orders.) Avalon is another one, but its location is unknown.
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I'm totally amazed by this AU (it is, right? correct me if i'm wrong). *_* You've clearly thought about it. I would definitely like to see more of this :3
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The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:06 am (UTC)(link)“You had to…do what you did,” Alfred admitted quietly. “I don’t blame you. So don’t be upset, okay?”
Arthur nodded. “Thank you, Alfred.”
Alfred flashed a winning grin, and Arthur smiled weakly.
“Anyway,” Arthur continued. “There are a few places left that have remained unconquered, as I said. Russia and Canada both made a pack with General Winter, and sealed off their borders. No one gets in or out, because the winds and storms are just too strong. The Regent has tried many times, but failed at every attempt.”
Alfred’s heart leapt at the mention of his brother. “Matt’s okay?!”
Arthur pursed his lips. “We’ve made contact with Russia over the pirate radio channels, but we’ve been unsuccessful at reaching Matthew at all.” He shook his head. “It’s as if he’s sealed off everything and everyone.” Arthur’s eyes grew soft. “He’s probably still grieving.”
Alfred’s hopes sank like a stone. He was terrified all of a sudden for Matthew. He hoped that his brother was okay…
Arthur studied Alfred carefully. “What do you plan to do then?”
Alfred grinned. “I’m going to help you guys!” he declared. “A hero can’t be choosy about his battles!”
Arthur shook his head firmly. “No, Alfred. This isn’t your fight. I’ll help you find a way home, but that’s it. I will not allow you to fight this war.”
Alfred’s face fell. “Wha—?! B-but Artie!”
“No buts,” Arthur said. “I already told you; this isn’t your war, and I won’t have your blood on my hands.” His eyes looked at the floor then. Alfred sat back in his chair, defeated.
“How will I get home…?”
Arthur sighed. “We could replicate the device that brought you here…”
Alfred shook his head. “I haven’t got a clue how it was made, and even if I did, I don’t know if I could replicate it without Tony’s nifty gadgets and stuff.”
“The other problem is supplies,” Arthur agreed. “The Regent has a stranglehold on everything, and I doubt we could salvage anything powerful enough.”
The air became heavy then, filled with defeat. Alfred’s eyes wandered over the room idly, falling on old mementos and nick-knacks he recognized. A small smile crossed his lips.
“Arthur, tell me…is there some kind of rebellion? A resistance of some kind?”
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:08 am (UTC)(link)Alfred’s eyes snapped back to Arthur’s worried face. The older Nation rubbed the bridge of his nose in weariness. Alfred leaned forward, and put a hand over Arthur’s.
“Even in your own home?”
The pause was long and heavy. The clock in the sitting room ticked loudly, and the noise almost seemed to chisel away at the quiet. Finally, Arthur spoke.
“Yes. There is a rebellion. The Resistance…is spread out, working undercover.”
Alfred’s heart fluttered.
“Many of us are working for the Regent, running our counties under his command, while secretly gathering the ammunition we need to defeat him. He weeded out a few of us already, and they were sent to Antarctica. But most of us are still operating in secret.”
“Then maybe,” Alfred said with a wide grin. “It’s time to organize them.”
Arthur frowned. “No, no…I…I couldn’t.”
Alfred gave his hand a light squeeze. “Artie…you can. I know you can!” His eyes screamed confidence, and Arthur’s breath caught in his throat. Maybe Alfred was right…
“Look, Arthur. I…I know I’m not your Alfred, but…” He swallowed here, unsure of how to continue. “But I believe in you, because I believe in my Arthur too! And if you’re anything like him, well…” He searched for the right words. “Then…oh for the love of—you were a pirate once!” His tone was exasperated.
Arthur looked surprised, then incredulous, and then amused. Finally, he laughed out loud, and ruffled Alfred’s hair with an affectionate gesture. His eyes were soft as he said, “Oh Alfred…you never change, do you?”
Alfred smiled, wanting so badly to pull Arthur into a warm, crushing hug, and never let him go. But he held back, seeing the pain buried deep in Arthur’s eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to get too close to this Arthur; Alfred didn’t belong here, and his mere presence was painful.
But Arthur stood up then, seeming more self-assured. He glanced at Alfred with a cheerful grin, and slapped the table forcefully.
“Then, maybe we should get our acts together, and start this revolt!” His green eyes glittered, and Alfred felt a surge of pride. The most feared pirate of the Seven Seas was back!
“Aye aye, Cap’n!” Alfred laughed jokingly.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:09 am (UTC)(link)***
It took several hours to pack, and that didn’t just mean clothes. Arthur had packed food supplies and water as well, and many other important tools for survival. Alfred was impressed. He was less impressed by Arthur’s little magic ritual, however. Arthur had said it would protect his home from being found and destroyed in his absence, but Alfred was pretty sceptical. In the past, Arthur’s magic had proven to be pretty…shaky. And that was being kind. But this Arthur seemed…more than adept. He was actually pretty impressive. And even sceptical Alfred found himself believing in magic when he looked back over his shoulder to find Arthur’s home was nowhere to be seen.
He didn’t ask how. It would have been an exercise in futility.
They travelled towards the north, heading in a direction Alfred realized he recognized. By the time they hit the thick mists, Alfred didn’t need his eyes to tell him where they were going. His feet seemed to instinctively know, as if he was being pulled by a magnetic force.
Then the rocks loomed into view, and Alfred could feel the electricity in the air, setting the hair on the back of his neck on end.
“Why are we at Stonehenge?”
Arthur turned to look at Alfred from under his dark green hood. “You’ll see,” was all he said.
Four other figures began to appear out of the pea-soup fog, and Alfred tensed. But Arthur was completely calm, so Alfred waited. And finally, they came into view as they passed into the ring of giant stones.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:12 am (UTC)(link)“Seamus,” Arthur acknowledged the first man with a nod. “And Conner. I’m glad you both came.”
Alfred knew them only by name, as he had never seen them in person before. Seamus and Conner O’Connelly; South and North Ireland, respectively. Alfred felt his lips tug into a tiny smile.
The next man to acknowledge Arthur was one Alfred had an idea of who they were. He had sandy blond hair, like Arthur, and moss-green eyes. Rugged and worn, with stubble and thick brows, he wore his tan uniform with pride, although he wore a blue tartan kilt in place of pants. It was topped off neatly with a sporran, Brogues and white spats, and a Sgian Dubh at his side.
“Ian,” Arthur may have growled a tad bit when he spoke the name.
Ian Kirkland; Scotland. A troublesome brother who fought tooth and nail, no matter who it was he was fighting.
The last man was very quiet and timid, and reminded Alfred of his brother, Matthew. It panged his heart, but he forced the pain down to focus. The man in question shared Arthur and Ian’s sandy hair, but it was longer, and a piece of it curled out from under the brim of his officer’s hat. His pale green uniform looked neat and presentable, but he seemed almost too small for it, and it only succeeded in making him look more timid than he already was. His moss-coloured eyes seemed at the edge of tears even as he stood there, biting his lip, and trying to put on a brave front.
“Rhys,” Arthur said with a hint of warmth.
Rhys Kirkland; Wales. Almost as weak and frail as he seemed, but nevertheless an important part of the United Kingdom. And the reason Alfred hated ghosts.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2g/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:14 am (UTC)(link)“Aye,” Ian responded quietly.
Arthur was serious. “I have to go. And that means we have to put the barrier up. No one can enter here while I’m gone. It’s too much to ask that you all fight in my absence.” His eyes flickered towards Rhys, who was sniffling quietly.
“You think we canna’ handle it?” Ian accused loudly.
Arthur shook his head. “That isn’t it at all, Ian. It’s just…” He sighed. “We’re stronger as one. Separate, we cannot hope to succeed.”
“So…” Rhys’ voice was almost quieter than Matthew’s, and Alfred strained to hear him. “You mean t’say th’t…you’ll b’ leavin’ us?”
Arthur nodded solemnly. “I must, Rhys. It’s time. Time to set the wheel of destiny in motion.”
Seamus studied Arthur silently for a moment. “Aye, laddie. You’re right. ‘Tis time.” He nodded as if satisfied, and then stepped forward to Arthur, offering his hand. “Consider it done.”
Arthur shook Seamus’ hand, and the easygoing Irishman stepped back. Conner stepped forward next, taking Arthur’s hand in a firm grip, and shaking before stepping back as well. Ian hesitated before he, too, shook Arthur’s hand. Rhys hesitated as well, but Arthur took him into a comforting hug.
“I’ll return, Rhys,” he said. “And when I do, we’ll be a family again. I promise.”
Rhys cried, smiling. He wiped at his eyes with his oversized sleeves, and tried to hold back his sobs.
Arthur took his place again, and looked at Alfred. “I need you to cover me,” he said. “The magic that will be generated in this ritual…it will attract them to us, in great numbers.”
“Attract…what?”
Arthur looked at Alfred with a serious expression. “The demons.”
Alfred tried to swallow, but his pallet was like sandpaper. Instead, he simply nodded, his hand tightening on the gun on his back, under his jacket. There was a second one at his side, and a derringer in his boot, should it get that desperate. But they didn’t offer him his normal sense of security they normally did.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2h/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:15 am (UTC)(link)And then he heard them: the monsters from the fog. His breath quickened, and his heart raced as he reached for his Desert Eagle. He wasn’t going to play around, not after what he’d heard. Another raw, feral howl echoed through the mists, and then several more, and some nasty screeching and screaming followed it. He couldn’t even describe the sounds, but they set his teeth on edge and made his blood run like ice. His hands tightened on the gun as his eyes darted around, seeking the creatures hidden in the mists.
And then he spotted one. A pair of glowing eyes that traveled through the mists, blurring and leaving streaky trails like headlights in the darkness. His pulse climbed higher.
The first one was a blur of motion, and Alfred reacted on instinct, levelling his gun and firing. There was a sharp yelp, and it was thrown to the side, before it scrambled back into the darkness, bleeding profusely. Several more shapes ghosted around the edges of the circle, and he tensed up, ready.
A flapping of leathery wings shocked him enough to yelp out, but he quickly slapped at the noise with his hand, and knocked away some enormous bats that had found him. They weren’t deterred as easily, however, and he finally had to pistol-whip a few to make them understand.
The intensity of the spell was making Alfred’s hair stand on end. He didn’t even need to turn and look to know that the brothers had reached the height of the spell. He gritted his teeth in focus. He wasn’t just trying to keep the creatures away from the vulnerable figures behind him, but also from them digging their fangs and claws into him. He found he was hitting them with his guns more than he was actually shooting them, and he swore loudly.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2i/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:16 am (UTC)(link)“Almost there!” Arthur yelled back, finding a break in the chanting momentarily.
He turned to fire at another advancing wolf when the monsters all suddenly pulled back, as if terrified. They all shrank back into the fog as it slowly began to dissipate off, and patches of darkness began to show through. Alfred gave a heroic whoop of victory, and grinned wide, watching as the fog settled lower to the ground, more like it was normally supposed to. “It’s working!” he shouted back to the brothers. “Whatever you guys are doing is working!”
And then, Alfred noticed it.
The darkness moved.
He froze up in fear.
“Arthur,” he said carefully, his eyes glued to the dark night just outside the ring of stones. “The dark isn’t…supposed to move, is it?”
Arthur looked to have been seized by fear as well. The chanting continued without pause, however, but his eyes were moving, sweeping the darkness, looking for anything that was suspicious.
It happened so fast, however, no one was prepared for it. The inky blackness outside the stones moved, and there was a hissing sound that drowned out everything else. Alfred stumbled back in surprise, and found he was staring up into a pair of glowing eyes, framed by a pitch-black face.
His eyes travelled up a little higher, and he caught sight of the scaly hide of the beast, and the pair of branching horns. The mouth opened wide, and a pair of long, sharp, glistening fangs extended out, catching the light off the wisps of magic, and becoming even more menacing.
Alfred was not afraid to say later he screamed. But it was a manly scream. Not a girly shriek like Arthur insisted it had been. And then the young man was scrambling back just before those long fangs could snap down on his leg and pull him into that cavernous mouth.
Arthur gave a terrified cry. “Alfred! Look out!” He knew he couldn’t stop the spell, but he was torn. He watched helplessly as Alfred dodged attack after attack from the horned serpent.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:18 am (UTC)(link)Go. We can handle this.
Arthur broke the circle before they reformed it, and continued without a pause. He rushed to Alfred’s side, pulling out his short birch rod staff. Brandishing it at the serpent, he let his mouth twitch up slightly as he watched it hiss violently, and shrink back, as if burned.
“Back off, Serpent,” Arthur told the beast with a commanding voice. “This one isn’t yours.” His emerald eyes grew hard and dark, silently telling the beast to leave or suffer the consequences.
Alfred propped himself up on his elbow to stare up at the scene with awe. The serpent simply chuckled in his harsh, hissing tone.
“You do not frighten me, ssssorccccerer, as you have sssscared othersss. I cannot be sssso eassssily intimidated.”
“I am no mere sorcerer,” Arthur scoffed, spinning the staff with one hand, and re-gripping it with determination. “I am a mage, and one of the best alive, for that matter. Do not test me, Beast. I shall not hesitate to smite thee.”
“All thissss for a mere child.” It was the Serpent’s turn to scoff now. Arthur twitched.
“I’m not a child,” Alfred insisted as he picked himself up off the ground, levelling his gun again as he stood beside Arthur proudly. “I’m Alfred F. Jones. You’d better remember that!”
“You have ssssome nerve ussssing that name!” The Serpent told Alfred.
“Kiss my ass,” was all Alfred said to it.
The Serpent lunged, but Alfred was ready. He fired a shot at it that caused it to flinch, giving Arthur enough time to fire off a spell into its eye. The snake reared back, howling in pain, and the two ran for a safer position.
“Foolssss!” the horned serpent roared in anger. “You cannot hope to defeat me!”
Alfred skidded to safety under some brush, and Arthur followed close behind. They felt the air whoosh as the snake once again missed them, snapping its powerful jaws shut just inches from their last position.
“Plan, Artie?” Alfred panted.
“Thinking,” the older man snapped back.
“Think faster,” Alfred urged. “Here it comes again!”
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2k/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:20 am (UTC)(link)“I have one!” Arthur yelled as they both rolled into a new hiding spot, the underbrush shielding them from flying debris from another missed attack by the serpent. “How accurate are you with that thing?”
“This?” Alfred asked, jerking his Desert Eagle a bit to indicate that it was what he was talking about. “Pretty good, but I need a moment or two to aim it properly if I want a perfect shot.”
“I’ll buy you that time,” Arthur said. “So shut your eyes really tight, and wait for my signal, got it?”
“Got it!” Alfred replied.
Arthur stood, hand out, gathering energy into his palm for his next attack. Alfred shut his eyes tightly, putting his hand over them for good measure.
“ILLUMIUS!”
Even after shutting his eyes and covering them, he still felt the brilliance of the attack. The snake howled again, and Alfred waited tensely for Arthur’s signal.
“It’s blinded! GO!”
Alfred didn’t need a second reminder, and was up to his feet in an instant, training his gun at the writhing serpent, focusing for the creature’s eye as best he could. His arm only trembled slightly as he held the heavy gun still.
“Focus…” he hissed to himself. “Make this shot count.”
And with a deep breath, he fired.
The serpent reacted instantly. Rearing back, Alfred saw his shot was a direct hit to the creature’s eye. The blood that streamed down its face was proof enough it was partially blind now, leaving it vulnerable.
“Nice shot!” Arthur cried animatedly. “Now we’ve got him on the ropes!”
Alfred grinned wide. “What now?”
“Now I need it to say ahh,” Arthur grinned back, but much darker.
Alfred shared that look. “I have an idea of how to do that.”
The serpent shook its head, trying to clear its vision as it searched out Arthur and Alfred angrily. Hissing agitatedly, it thrashed its tail in the underbrush, trying to force them out of their hiding spots. It was rewarded when it spotted Alfred yelling at it, and turned its head to look at the young man.
“Over here you overgrown Gardner snake!” Alfred yelled.
The serpent hissed angrily, and lunged. It never saw Alfred’s wicked grin.
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The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2l/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:21 am (UTC)(link)“NOW!”
Arthur fired off the blast, and it hit the serpent right on target. The snake was unable to do anything but swallow the magic as it reared back, flinging Alfred off of it and into the bushes, to safety. A moment later, the magic tore the serpent apart from the inside out, and Arthur ducked into the bushes himself to avoid the gory bits of raining snake.
Alfred was up after a moment, laughing hysterically in victory and adrenaline. “I…I can’t believe that worked!” He ran over to Arthur, yanking him to his feet and hugging him tightly.
Arthur blushed madly, but didn’t try to pry himself loose. After a moment, he settled into the hug, patting Alfred’s back as his eyes softened.
The air changed suddenly, and Arthur realized the spell had been completed. There was an audible ‘Whomph!’ as the spell sent out an initial shockwave, blasting the miasma from the surrounding area away, and then the air began to clear, fading into a perfect violet twilight. Alfred stared in amazement.
“Stonehenge is the Magical Centre here,” Arthur explained. “By setting up a barrier here, it will extend over the entirety of the area. We won’t need to worry about monsters like that serpent showing up here anymore. This place is free of the Regent’s dark magic.”
Alfred looked back at the brothers who were celebrating. Clapping each other on the back, and laughing ecstatically, they seemed closer than they had ever been in their entire history, and Alfred felt a tiny swell of pride at that. Arthur took Alfred’s arm in his hand gently, stirring the man from his thoughts.
Alfred looked at Arthur, whose face was serious. When he spoke, it was in a sombre tone, and caught Alfred’s attention.
The Heros Are All Dead: MISSION 1 [2m/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 11:23 am (UTC)(link)“But this world needs me, Arthur,” he replied quietly, but firmly. “And a hero can’t turn down a cry for help, no matter who it is!”
“Hero,” Arthur snorted, turning away. “You truly are from the past, aren’t you?” He remained silent after that, and Alfred tried again.
“Let me help you.”
Arthur was silent, but finally turned back to Alfred after a moment or two. “Fine,” he said tensely. “But only until I can find a way to get you home. Understand?”
Alfred grinned. “Deal.” The two shook on it.
“We’ll head to the mainland from here,” Alfred explained. “Seamus and the others can handle things here. We need to get the rest of this Rebellion into shape!”
Alfred laughed loudly. “Right!”
“After a g’night’s rest,” Rhys’ voice broke through the noise. “B’cause y’had a nasty fight just now. No need t’stress y’selves too far.”
“Agreed,” Seamus said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And it’ll give you two a chance to catch up on old times.”
Arthur blushed angrily. “Now cut that out!”
Ian and Seamus just laughed raucously, and Alfred smiled.
***
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 1
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)Part 2a
Character Classes: Arthur is a mage class, and Alfred is a gunner class. In DnD terms, Arthur is wearing cloth armor, and using a wand and a short sword as his offhand weapon. Alfred is wearing leather armor (ie, his jacket), and using a Deasert Eagle as his main weapon.
"Screw Deplomacy! I Have Charisma!": Alfred tries to reason with Arthur, but keeps failing his deplomacy checks. He then tries a decoy, which is sucessful. Finally, his last deplomacy check is sucessful.
Part 2b
"Time is Layered": Arthur's explination of parallel dimentions is one offered up in Doctor Who, and is the most commonly used explination today.
Manifest Destiny: The Regent is using a tactic of world domination that allows him to occupy territory rather than conquor it. However, Nations that fall under his attacks and die become his own. It is likely he is doing this because he requires the Nations alive for something.
Part 2c
Antartic Concentration Camp: The Regent choose this part of the world for several reasons: a) it is isolated and very harsh to live in b) it is unclaimed by any one Nation, and is therefore No Man's Land. Finally, c) Escape is impossible through normal means.
Sealed Borders: As it will be elaborated on in future parts, it is widely accepted fancannon that Canada as well as Russia has a bond with General Winter.
"You Are A Pirate!": More fancannon. Arthur is noted as being a pirate through much of his Empire Era. It is believed he slowly became a much more socially upstanding person as his empire slowly dwindled down to its current size, but he had never truly lost his edge.
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 2
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)Seamus, Conner, Ian and Rhys: These four fan countries were created by fir3h34rt on DeviantArt. I used them simply because they were the ones I was most familiar with. (South Ireland is t3h smex <3 )
To Be A True Scotsman...: Ian is wearing a blue tartan kilt (a knee-length garment with pleats at the rear, originating in the traditional dress of men and boys in the Scottish Highlands of the 16th century), a sporran (a pouch that performs the same function as pockets on the pocketless Scottish kilt), Brogues (traditional thick soled shoes with no tongues and long laces), and a Sgian Dubh (a ceremonial knife worn as part of the modern Scottish Highland dress along with the kilt. It is worn tucked into the hose with only the pommel visible. The sgian dubh is normally worn on the right leg, but can also be worn on the left, depending on whether the wearer is right or left-handed), all of which are a part of a traditional Scottish man's attire, as would be expected of him.
Three Guns: My head cannon has become convinced, after reading (Un)lucky [the 'what if' story concerning the switching of Matthew with Alfred in the Finacial!GangBang!comic] that Alfred carries three guns on him at all times: A Desert Eagle (most likely a Mark XIX), a Colt (most likely an M1911), and a Derringer (possibly even a Semmerling pistol), which he keeps in his boot as a last-resort.
Part 2e
MONSTERS!: Alfred is faced with small packs of Feral Wolves and Floating Eyes, typical, low-level monsters.
The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 3
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)"The Darkness is Moving": The beast Alfred and Arthur face is the Horned Serpent, a popular one in many different mythologies. This one isn't a nudge at any one reference in particular, but is used simply because I read something with one in it recently. >.<
Lazy Anon is lazyWhile most horned serpents are portrayed as being good, this one has been twisted by dark magic into a killing machine.Part 2g
Get it Right!: Arthur corrects the serpent when he is called a 'sorcerer' by saying he is a 'mage'. While this is correct, it should be noted that Arthur is being cheeky, as Sorcerers are higher class than Mages.
Part 2h
Read the Manual: Arthur uses a Blind skill here, and Alfred makes use of his Focus Shot ability. At the cost of going after the opponant, the usuer can inflict more damage, and have a 90% critical rate. It is not, however, spamable (ie, it is costly to use, and is therefore not a skill that can be used repeatedly in a battle).
Part 2i
Feats of Strength: Alfred has enormous strength cannonly, and therefore the acts of picking up and swinging around broken trees and slamming giant serpents into the ground are completely feasable.
Magical Centers: These are not the centers of the countries, but rather where the magic is the strongest in any given area. Stonehenge is used here because of its ties to Arthurian mythology. (According to ledgend, it is the resting place for King Arthur's father, and was constructed under Merlin's orders.) Avalon is another one, but its location is unknown.
Re: The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 3
(Anonymous) 2010-01-01 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Heros Are All Dead: DM'S NOTES FOR MISSION 1 PART 3
(Anonymous) 2010-01-02 06:03 am (UTC)(link)OP!
(Anonymous) 2010-01-03 10:25 am (UTC)(link)I wonder if anybody is interested in drawing illustrations for this, now...*hint, hint*
Re: OP!
(Anonymous) 2010-01-03 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)http://it.tinypic.com/r/2lld7xg/6
(I plan to do more, but art = <3 )
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Re: OP!
(Anonymous) 2010-01-03 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)OP Here!
(Anonymous) 2010-01-04 11:48 am (UTC)(link)You are very talented...