The Grand Finale
Lord Tsoth, standing in the town center one last time, clenched his black blade with unmatched readiness as someone jumped right onto his well-armored back. Ace Brocolla writhed and wiggled upon the death knight to no great success. Such an act was the most brave and foolish of perhaps any of his acts to date. This is, of course, including the time he shot a rune lord in broad daylight and lived to tell the tale. Lord Tsoth dispatched him with one hand. The slimy wretch let out a pained groan as he met the hard dirt beneath him. Even still, looking up to certain death by the baleful black sword, he put up a clenched fist with his thumb extended out.
"I'm good..."
he lied behind gritted teeth.The death knights sword came down -- but no! -- Cayden Calien stopped the connection with a flick of the wrist. Tsoth seemed frozen in place if only momentarily as the God of bravery and freedom approached.
"It isn't often the deities intervene in mortal matters,
Calien curtsied sarcastically, mere inches from the black-plume breathing behemoth. M'lord
,""And I'll leave you to whatever may happen here this day... with a warning. Never again should you -- nay, should ANYONE -- underestimate the great fortitude the people of Cobble have proven to have over these past few weeks. Their bravery is unmatched. Their strength, though dwindled by paranoia and powers beyond you and me, is unstoppable. Lord Tsoth... welcome to Cobble. I hope you enjoyed your stay."
Angered, the black-armored demon swung upon a God that was no longer there while the grimy colosseum owner took this time to catch his breath and slink away on the ground. Tsoth's footfalls boomed in Ace's mind harder than an Orc's drums of war.
p'tink! p'tink!
"You leave him alone, y-you... poopie angry man!"
"You leave him alone, y-you... poopie angry man!"
Small pebbles, an annoyance at best, bounced off the dooming armor. Tsoth turned to see the young girl -- no older than eight or nine years -- in Orphan Alex throwing the biggest pebbles she could muster. A deep, dark chuckle filled the air as more blackened steam plumed from the slits of the helmet like an old Harley exhaust pipe. And just then... the final great warriors of Cobble surrounded the monster.
Gimmi D'Alebringer, the Dwarf barkeep with his trusty hammer.
Lady Estelle, Baroness of the Western Sector of Kingsland.
Ronan Thomias, Paladin of Iomedae.
Grog Strongjaw, not of this plane, but a great ace in the hole.
And finally... FINALLY... Cobble could find some semblance of peace. Though battered. Though beaten. Though broken in many ways, they prevailed. The city of Cobble -- though certainly never to be the same again -- destroyed the beast known as Lord Tsoth, the Death Knight. They extinguished Explictica Defilus and ended the return of the reptile God. They annihilated Xanesha and her ragtag motley crew known to some as the Runelords.
Cobble lived.
Cobble won.
CONGRATULATIONS TOWN!
Pine, who was
Cayden Calien:
...Cobble-Aligned Motivator
Untrod Tripod, who was
Ronan Thomias:
...Cobble-Aligned Cult Cop
xofelf, who was
Arthur Timberland:
...Cobble-Aligned Cult Spotter
Pink Ball, who was
Orphan Alex:
...Cobble-Aligned Innocent Child
RCEnigma, who was
Lady Estelle:
...Cobble-Aligned Political Speech Writer
Cephrir, who was
Gimmi D'Alebringer:
...Cobble-Aligned Universal Backup
KidAmn, who was
Grog Strongjaw:
...Cobble-Aligned Jailkeeper
and EspressoPatronum, who was
Ace Brocolla:
...Cobble-Aligned Bookie
survived and won the game! (v cool)
Posthumously:
Doctor Drew, Formerfish, Chemist1422, Vorkuta, The Fonz, Nero Cain, Creature, Wooper, Firebringer, AaronFrost, cyrus62, Iconeum, Amrun, chennisden, Bingle, and Flavor Leaf...
all won the game! (not as cool)
The teams of:
Runelord Aligned
Titus, Korina, zoraster, pisskop, Gamma Emerald, Rautherdir, and Almost50
Ascenscion Aligned
Menalque, InsideJob711, TrueSoulEnergy, Dr Easy Bake, BBmolla, gobbledygook, and davesaz
and finally
Death Aligned
Miss Lynch and Elements
all lost the game!
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