Echoes of the Past Tournie Discussion Thread
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 4:50 pmEchoes of the Past Tournament
“How are we ever supposed to find anything in this shit-heap?”
A slow breeze whistled through rusting debris and Dreadspawn picked his way through the ruins of Vos, venting his frustration upon what little remained of the city. As he punched another hole in a wayward piece of sheet metal, he turned to his accomplice and grunted.
“Damn it, Prime, I asked you how we’re meant to find this thing here. You’re not helping things with this silence!”
“This was once a school, Dreadspawn. Our young played here.”
“What does that have to do with anything? It’s nothing now. This whole city is nothing now.”
A reply didn’t come. Dreadspawn sat down amidst the rubble, acknowledging that Jesus Prime was not one to follow his orders. He knew he’d have a wait on his hands, and was far from happy – what was meant to be a covert insertion had been bungled by their pilots, and he was sure other ships would soon descend on Vos’ southern quarter to find out what they were up to.
“They struck without warning. A conventional war, we could have won. My own men were already pushing them back from the border, winning. That bastard Shockwave couldn’t back down. Those bombs… They lit the sky on fire. Children, families, wives and lovers… Vaporised. Ashes in the wind.”
Dreadspawn had no idea as to how to respond. He had fought with Prime before, seen him consign entire planets to the sombre fate of non-existence. This sentimentality was not like him.
“I feel responsible, Dreadspawn.”
“Why? It was Tarn that struck first. That military junta – they were a loose cannon waiting to go off, and you could never have stopped that.”
“They wanted to stop the Republic.”
“The Republic?”
“Vos was ruled by a puppet. The real power lay in the pits. The strongest fighters banded together, called themselves a union. The Republic. Shockwave was afraid the same thing would happen in Tarn.”
“Were you one of those fighters?”
“No. They were using me. Starscream, their puppet ruler, took it upon himself to become my patron in my fighting days. I have little doubt I was to be their next figurehead when they grew displeased with him.”
“Weren’t you in the armed forces when the war started?”
“No, they conscripted me afterwards. I wanted to stay with the civilians, give them a sense of security. They put me in charge of the Havocon division, sent me right into the thick of the fighting.”
“The Havocon division?”
Dreadspawn waited for a reply. It never came. Prime had seen something on the edge of his vision, and drew his broadsword. The purple chitin glistened in the flickering light of their dropship’s beacon as Prime bade his partner to remain seated. He stared intently at the horizon for what seemed an eternity, before turning to Dreadspawn again.
“Others are landing. We may have a fight on our hands.”
“They’re here already?”
“No, at least two days march away. But the presence of others means we cannot afford to delay our search any longer. We must find the Craoí Dubh Engine as soon as possible.”
“It would help, Prime, to know what we’re looking for!”
“The legend says it’s a small metallic sphere. How it works is still a complete mystery, but I have my own theory. It won’t be just lying around, though. If the legends are true, then it’s sealed in Tertius’ Mausoleum. That’s a day’s march from here.”
“Tertius?”
“We do not have time for this. Tertius founded this city. He used the Engine. It harnesses fear and hatred, bends them into tangible results. It can reshape time and space around itself, and Dynamax desires it for his own.”
“Then we’d best get moving. South?”
“South.”
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Im looking forward to running this tournie, though it's my first so be gental!
“How are we ever supposed to find anything in this shit-heap?”
A slow breeze whistled through rusting debris and Dreadspawn picked his way through the ruins of Vos, venting his frustration upon what little remained of the city. As he punched another hole in a wayward piece of sheet metal, he turned to his accomplice and grunted.
“Damn it, Prime, I asked you how we’re meant to find this thing here. You’re not helping things with this silence!”
“This was once a school, Dreadspawn. Our young played here.”
“What does that have to do with anything? It’s nothing now. This whole city is nothing now.”
A reply didn’t come. Dreadspawn sat down amidst the rubble, acknowledging that Jesus Prime was not one to follow his orders. He knew he’d have a wait on his hands, and was far from happy – what was meant to be a covert insertion had been bungled by their pilots, and he was sure other ships would soon descend on Vos’ southern quarter to find out what they were up to.
“They struck without warning. A conventional war, we could have won. My own men were already pushing them back from the border, winning. That bastard Shockwave couldn’t back down. Those bombs… They lit the sky on fire. Children, families, wives and lovers… Vaporised. Ashes in the wind.”
Dreadspawn had no idea as to how to respond. He had fought with Prime before, seen him consign entire planets to the sombre fate of non-existence. This sentimentality was not like him.
“I feel responsible, Dreadspawn.”
“Why? It was Tarn that struck first. That military junta – they were a loose cannon waiting to go off, and you could never have stopped that.”
“They wanted to stop the Republic.”
“The Republic?”
“Vos was ruled by a puppet. The real power lay in the pits. The strongest fighters banded together, called themselves a union. The Republic. Shockwave was afraid the same thing would happen in Tarn.”
“Were you one of those fighters?”
“No. They were using me. Starscream, their puppet ruler, took it upon himself to become my patron in my fighting days. I have little doubt I was to be their next figurehead when they grew displeased with him.”
“Weren’t you in the armed forces when the war started?”
“No, they conscripted me afterwards. I wanted to stay with the civilians, give them a sense of security. They put me in charge of the Havocon division, sent me right into the thick of the fighting.”
“The Havocon division?”
Dreadspawn waited for a reply. It never came. Prime had seen something on the edge of his vision, and drew his broadsword. The purple chitin glistened in the flickering light of their dropship’s beacon as Prime bade his partner to remain seated. He stared intently at the horizon for what seemed an eternity, before turning to Dreadspawn again.
“Others are landing. We may have a fight on our hands.”
“They’re here already?”
“No, at least two days march away. But the presence of others means we cannot afford to delay our search any longer. We must find the Craoí Dubh Engine as soon as possible.”
“It would help, Prime, to know what we’re looking for!”
“The legend says it’s a small metallic sphere. How it works is still a complete mystery, but I have my own theory. It won’t be just lying around, though. If the legends are true, then it’s sealed in Tertius’ Mausoleum. That’s a day’s march from here.”
“Tertius?”
“We do not have time for this. Tertius founded this city. He used the Engine. It harnesses fear and hatred, bends them into tangible results. It can reshape time and space around itself, and Dynamax desires it for his own.”
“Then we’d best get moving. South?”
“South.”
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- Tournament starts midnight March 29th (GMT)/ 1am March 30th (BST), and finishes 1am April 6th (BST). The first Mission number is 82850. Last Mission number is 92850.
- Autobot and Maximals vs. Decepticons and Predacons.
- All mission numbers ending in a '0' with at least one member of side will count excluding Maximal vs. Autobot missions and Predacon vs. Decepticon missions.
- There will also be a table for the most kills. These will be claimed in the same way as an alt hunt. Information required for each claim is:
- Your charecter name.
- Name of victim charecter.
- Time (in the mission) kill happened.
- Mission link.
- A thread will be started just before the tournie starts on Saterday for kill claims.
- Please only one post per commander in the claims thread (just edit the post as the kills come in).
Im looking forward to running this tournie, though it's my first so be gental!
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