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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 19, 2008 8:45:50 GMT -5
originally known as Fort St. Anthony, is a former military fortification located at the confluence of the Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers in Hennepin County. The Historic Fort Snelling is now run by the Minnesota Historical Society. It is located on top of the river bluff that looks over Fort Snelling National Park. The Fort is made of heavy carved stone and while it is only two story’s high it has a series of tunnles down below the surface
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Post by Winters on Dec 16, 2012 0:33:25 GMT -5
The soldier holding his M16 rifle paced through the hallway, only turning his head to look out from the windows he passed by. The carnage outside was an onslaught for an hour now, the undead just kept coming and coming, but there was nothing he could do just yet. They needed men outside, and men inside. This shift remained inside, but he had something different in mind.
Every now and again, the man would take a sip of whiskey from his flask, and once he reached the end of the hallway, he dropped it on the ground, right in front of a close wooden door. Checking his gun over to make sure it had a round in the chamber, and the magazine was going to feed properly, he swiftly kicked the door open, and aimed at the bed, which had nobody laying in it. But from the bathroom door, out walked the girl with a towel around her body, but then hollered out profanities when she saw the man. She ducked back inside the bathroom and closed the door, and just as she did this, another man sprung up from beside the bed and lunged for he alcohol covered soldier with his knife.
The M16 fired off, but none hit the target, and was knocked out of his hands. As the two men wrestled back into the hallway, the soldier had been stabbed in the side, and pulled out his side arm soon after to put three rounds into the attackers chest. Now both laying on the ground bleeding from their respective wounds, the woman emerged from the bathroom, only wearing a bra and ratter jeans, but a pistol of her own. She aimed it through the doorway, seeing the dead man on the ground, and the other reaching for his handgun. But she fired a round into the back of his head just as he got his hands on it.
Three other soldiers came running down the hall, and seen the end result just as the woman was putting on her plaid long sleeve shirt, tucking the gun into her pants. "Its one thing letting people in the fort, its another when theyre military trained. Youd think with all the danger out there they would be more concerned with defending the walls, but creating problems inside them seems more like a goal. After this wave of fleshfreaks are taken care of, round up everybody at the fort and take a count on our men. Anybody new has to answer to me, got it?"
They had already let too many people in, but she already had a pretty good idea who they could trust. The German and his Russian friend seemed to be the only level headed ones that came in since the night before, but she wanted to get everybody up to speed regardless.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 18, 2012 22:32:41 GMT -5
The summer heat was brutal in this old fort. Ivan was sweating like a dog and he wasn't even doing any true manual labor. He had removed his jacket and long sleeve shirt the moment their plane had landed. Ivan prefered the cooler climates of Europe, especially Russia.
Ivan had heard the gunshot and didn't even worry about it. His plans were a little more menacing than anything the undead could do. Ivan knew someone in the fort was causing problems but the real threat was Ivan, not some jerk with a gun, not the undead, not even Splain.
Since Tokyo, Ivan had been out for blood. His plans had been ruined by the military. American soldiers raided the sewers and forced them to flee. Ivan's men stayed behind to protect them but they were surely dead by now. Ivan was going to make sure that they didn't die for nothing.
Ivan and Splain had plans for these run of the mill survivors lead by some woman with gun skills and bossiness. He didn't care who she was, who her men were, or who tried to stop him. For now he sucked up, blended in, acted normal, justwaiting for his time to strike. If this caught the attention of other supers who wanted in, good. If not then he would kill them and hang their carcass like a trophy around his new throne room.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 23, 2012 16:07:12 GMT -5
The smell of the river upon her, the weight of her armor and the pain of her wounds should have ended her but there was a need, an urging to earn what she sought above all else as she staggered from tree to tree. Yet, even the most determined creature of earth will eventually have to pay the toll and in time Sin had to relent or be unable to move another step as she let her body rest finally upon the bole of a great oak. Another person might have succumbed earlier to what she went through but her upbringing and training had for the time being allowed her to surpass others but even that didn't make her invincible as she rested the back of her head against the rough bark of the tree-and yet she could barely feel as her breath rasped within her lungs, her eyes closed as the summer's heat continued to sap her stamina even while resting.
Opening her eyes, their color dimmed with pain and exhaustion and yet there was still a fire within their depths that refused to gutter, her desire to earn the right to see Simon as she let her gaze fall upon a castle, sitting upon a hill through the gaps. of the small forest she was within. Sitting upon its roost the eagle surveys its land from one horizon to the next horizon, ruler of its domain..., a moment memory of Simon telling her a story in those days she wanted to earn again, strange how she thought of that pleasant memory as she looked upon the castle upon its hill.
Though it took her mind awhile to realize due to her exhaustion and pain Sin came to be aware of the pinpoint flashes of light from the castle and scattered around its walls, the distant pops of gun fire eventually broke through the dull buzz within her head. Shaking her head, her destination was set as she wearily got to her feet, dimly aware how much her armor seemed to weigh as she used the tree to inch herself back to her feet, and for a moment she almost toppled forward before her resolve strengthened to keep her on her feet.
Reaching down she patted her side to feel the shape of one more clip for her Vector, her mace already out in her hand was as prepared as she could be before taking one unsteady step forward, her hand resting upon her vector within its side holster as she kept her mace dangling in her other hand.
From a bush to her side an unclean one burst from a bush, the wounded Crusader side stepping the unclean one as it stumbled after missing Sin. Reaching out with her free hand that was resting upon her Vector she pushed upon the back of the unclean one using its momentum and her own weight in her armor to send it careening into the tree a moment ago Sin was resting upon.
There was an audible clunk as the unclean slammed against the hard wood of the tree, followed by the sickening thud as Sin's mace finished the unclean in one stroke as the back of its head shattered when the steel spikes of the mace broke through bone in one hit.
Catching herself upon the tree with her free hand, her gore covered mace held within her other hand as she caught her breath, her mouth open from behind her mask as she caught her breath before straightening up again. She gave the body one more look before turning away from it and back into the direction of the castle.
The body of the man who ran for his life from that same castle remained lying upon the blood drenched ground, his face a mask of surprise when he thought the wounded woman with the weapons would have been an easy mark after losing his weapon was total. Though that surprise was tinged with fear when he saw the woman's face clearly before she forced him to run into the tree and shattered the back of his skull, it looked like the face of some inhuman tyrant monster but it was on the face of a living breathing human that made his soul shrivel before it was sent to on its last journey.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 23, 2012 18:27:47 GMT -5
A change in uniform was required for her to be able to even step foot into the fort, but that came at a cost. She let out a sigh as she knelt beside the red armored crusader that lay on the ground. Always red . . . always the red armored ones. Her father never trusted her with a black armored crusader. An the red seemed to be a slap in the face when she thought about him. She sighed as she hung her head and said a silent prayer for the fallen crusader. She didn't even have him long enough to even remember his name, but then again she never really did. Red was too young as most of the other colors to inexperienced, and not really meant to fight by themselves. They seemed to have problems adapting to the contentious change of surroundings. Standing up she picked up her sword and sheathed it.
A Templar's sword was never supposed to leave their side there was only one exception to that. Infiltrators and those were the ones who went behind enemy lines and sometimes despised themselves to be able to hide within those lines. A Templars sword would just stick out. Instead to the Infiltrators a specially designed necklace was given to them a cross and on the front the Lords name, but on the back their name and rank. Something easily hidden, but also easily accessible to show others. Placing the last bit of the enemy’s colors on, she frowned slightly as she always had. Wearing the colors of the enemies always turned her stomach sower, but she had a mission to do.
A noise in the woods caught her attention, but there wasn't supposed to be anyone else out here. The Crusader and she dispatched the guards in the forest. Moving quickly but quietly toward the sound she had to deal with what was out there before she hit the fortress. If a guard was left seeing a lone crusader in the woods then they would be on the hunt for the Templar that went with him. She paused seeing the light shine off the blackened armor almost changing it to a purplish hue. An armor she dreamed of owning for a long time, but one her father wouldn't allow her. But this Crusader she recognized from the long golden locks.
She wasn't a lone Crusader that followed the order of a single Templar. She was the leader of one of the black armored squad. She couldn't quite remember the name, but she remembered her look. Though she looked hurt now and something was wrong there was no other. Moving cautiously down the hill her mind wrapping around the armored woman in front of her the moment. The moment she hit the ground it dawned on her how stupid she was. She wasn't in her Templar uniform like before and now she carried the sword by a single hand and not on her side.
The mace was the first thing she saw, and knowing how futile it was she used the sword still in its sheath to block. The force causing her to hit one knee, and the full realization on how hurt this individual was. She couldn't come up, but instead rolled to the side. Still she was amazed at how strong this Crusader was given how hurt she really was. The pain hidden behind the seriousness of her current situation. She felt the mace strike her back throwing her into the ground. If it wasn't for the armored vest she wore under the uniform she probably wouldn't have been able to move. The impact though taking her breath away.
She rolled over grasping her chest and trying to catch her breath when she seen the mace coming toward her. An in that second that last fatal second she remembered the code "The Emergence has Begun," she gasped out in pain as she tried to use her hands to shield her from her fate.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 23, 2012 18:55:31 GMT -5
Not far from the body of the uncleaned she dispatched, Sin came aware of another noise a less stealthy noise which drew her tired gaze towards a hill and the figure making their way down. Another unclean, elimination as quickly as possible before wounds become even more of a hindrance before she reached her chosen destination. Dimly there was a recollection but her training prevented her from questioning that recollection as she considered her options. Throwing away the use of her Vector as she once again felt a sense of vertigo from her wounds she took from her fall and the subsequent trip through the river. As the uncleaned came closer Sin decided upon using her mace with a quick strike should be enough to eliminate the threat without causing her wounds to hamper even more so than they were already.
Sin watched the approaching threat, even though she tried to hold her senses together she felt the steadily approaching grey fog that would hinder her, so it was without a second doubt that she made her move. Her leg muscles bunching before letting them go in a fast lunge as she used the momentum of her lunge and the downward stroke of her mace to increase the amount of power when it struck. The threat bearing a weapon to bear to take the brunt of the attack, feeling the impact of up her arm almost causing her to lose her grip.
Through the numbness of her arm, Sin tracked the target as it rolled away before lashing out with a back handed swing-the resulting numbness from her first swing causing her return strike to lose power as it hit the threat's back sending it tumbling forward.
Moving forward seeing the threat was winded, Sin raised her mace for the finishing blow when the target managed to gasp out, "The Emergence has Begun..."
The spikes of the mace quivered a bare few inches from the threat before Sin pulled her arm back to let her mace hang from her hand.
"Your orders Templar."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 23, 2012 19:15:22 GMT -5
Dominique let out a heavy breath as she laid back on the ground. The sharp pain still coursing through her body as it still reeled from the pain of the hit. She looked up at the Crusader and the attack she had delivered. She was hurt very bad. Looking around she forced herself to sit up before climbing to her feet. She discarded the colors of the enemy before placing her sword back on her side. She looked back to the path she had come and the fallen body of the crusader who lost his life and died in vain because of what she was about to do. "Father with chastise me for this, but losing a Black Crusader would take a far heavier tole on the army than losing a base." She looked at Sin for a moment and then to another direction. From the maps she looked at there was a sawmill not to far from their destination. "Were heading to the Sawmill. Your in no condition to fight." She motioned for Sin to follow. She lead the way glancing back from time to time. She could see the weariness in her but the strength to not give up for some reason. This Crusader was determined, but the other Crusaders she had been with didn't have the same determination. "Were almost there." She looked around as the mill came into site. ((Dominique and Sin moved to the Sawmill ))
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