The battle party arrives at the outskirts of Hope Mountain. "Now remember the plan, first, other group, start running into the fields, draw out any aggressors." Quandale reminded. "Yes. I SMASH!" The buff guy of the distraction group roared. "Indeed, they will then never see me coming." The slick guy said suavely. "Now make sure you three go first and I'll blast them out of the air." The volatile guy boomed. "Yup, I heal, say, can I get any of your numbers just wondering, of course not why would anyone have a number when cell lines are down what am I thinking?" The cleric mumbled, then turning himself away in embarrassment. With that awkward introduction, the distraction group charged into the fields and were chased by small hooded people chucking stones. "This is where the fun begins." Quandale smirked before leading the charge up the mountain.
Shotgun rounds pulverized pursuing enemies, one humanoid jumping at Jamarius, but was blasted twenty yards missing just a few arms. Giannis gave cover fire with her assault rifle, spraying down members of this rapidly growing horde of these creatures. Henry was in the back, measuring each shot for the maximum penetration value, his sniper rifle taking out five or so per bullet. "Man, what are these and where did so many of them come from?" Jamarius questioned while blasting down another part of the horde. The charred hood of one revealed a face a mix of goblin and pig. "THAT'S DISGUSTING. Shoulda never asked." "Well Jamarius, all the more the reason to blast through them." Quandale reminded. "You know, since they have a trace of pig, makes me wonder how'd they taste." Juandale commented, slamming his pan into another one of those creatures, knocking off its head. "You're weird." Jamarius responded. "Just saying."
As the firing squad rounded higher up, the horde lessened until one remained. "Whats? You killsa my friends? Nonono, you no killsa me. I killsa you!" The creature wisped before giving a rather pathetic war cry and jumping at Quandale. Suddenly, Quandale teleported behind the creature. "Uh oh, messa gonnas explodes now ain't I, like during midspeec-" then to absolutely no one's surprise, the creature exploded into a yellow mist. "Light work, no reaction." Quandale said nonchalantly. The group then took a breather on the cliffside. "So, that was rather easy. Personally, could've made less of a mess." Henry commented. "These are the fodder enemies, might as well get some fun out of it. Besides, that was clearly the warmup." Quandale responded. "Warmup for what?" Giannis asked. "Whatever these guys who think they are slick inside the walls."
Muffled battle cry* "HHHRRRRRMMMMMMMHH" Dust was blown away as two spiked fists lifted revealing a black bolted metal helmet with two navy eyes staring down at Henry before straightening himself, revealing a tank like build clad with metal armor. Besides him two robed people emerged, one with a crooked green wand and golden armaments, the other wielding a staff draped in tentacles and a gold pendant with a ruby on his chest. A stab sent Jamarius rolling to the left as a man wearing a brown red suit, a balaclava, and a knife recently painted in red. "Gentlemen." The figures then engaged battle against the group. Henry fired round after round, but his bullets were only making this armored behemoth angrier before being sent flying to near the edge of the mountain with one slam of their fists. Jamarius, already bleeding, struggled to land a single shot as the spy dodged each pellet and each miss was punished by another swing of the assassin's knife. He was pushed back to the wall, right next to Giannis, who was getting forced to the corner, her rifle useless to the constantly regenerating body of the prophet, summoning swinging tentacles for every reload. Juandale tried to slap the necromancer with a pan, got fireballed near Henry on the edge, what did he expect. "Huh, didn't think I'd have to pull out this bad boy this early." Quandale murmured as he whipped out that gun, the .50 cal incendiary explosive slug full metal jacket hollow point black powder fuller auto handcannon machine gun. "Hope you enjoyed the spotlight, now die." Quandale began firing, each bullet giving that small bit of recoil as it blasted back the villains. Both robe dudes were thrown of the cliff from the explosions while the behemoth tumbled down the mountain, another victim of gravity. "Still relying on that gun I see. You got lucky once Quandale, never again." The spy said before getting ragdolled into the sky, though the sound of a dead ringer going off stole some of the excitement.
"Guess we'll be seeing those people again." Henry muttered. "Yeah, no kidding, the last thing we need is more recurring, wait up y'all, I wasn't done rambling about, whatever." With that, Quandale ran up to the peak to see what his homies were looking at. Corroded pillars and shattered walls told the remains of a temple, the walls, or what remained, decorated with carvings of blooming buds and descending snowdrift. The cracked ceiling detailing the sun and moon, the floor showing stones and tall stalagmites all surrounding a small chamber, pointed by a walkway, swords and scales engrained. "Yeah let's see what's inside, we might get some good loot." Quandale suggested, responded in silence. "The chamber led down a flight of stairs, ending with a massive mural. Ten figures surrounded the space, including a man wearing grey metal armor dual wielding pickaxes, a notably taller figure than the rest with a devious grin holding a ruler, a female with white fluffy hair wearing an equally white dress with cyan borders, one hand holding a butterfly another holding the hand of a male. A bat is resting on his hand, ears attentive while he is wearing a black suit with a yellow outline, refined hair flowing down. On their right a figure with a grey beard and vibrant red orange robes holds a lightning bolt, who is facing a guy with a white moustache and a dark blue coat grasping a snow crystal. In between the two, there is a woman wearing a green cloak with a jolly smile, holding a pot with a small seedling inside. Lastly, at the center, a figure fully clad in silver and brass armor save for the helmet, with eye and mouth sockets cut in is raising a halberd in conjunction with a bident from an individual with red violet eyes peering from black smoke. At the top center an entity in humanoid shape covered in celestial objects points his sword with the other two to the sky. The entire pantheon is surrounded with angels of various statues and behind the figure in celestial armor on his right side is a winged human, with many arms wielding a scale, a spiraling scimitar, a hammer with its head made of biomass, a morningstar with a burning orange center, a rapier with a blade of speeding water, a flaming mace, a sling with burning sulfur sand, a whip with a fool's gold tip, and a stake that by the very sight sent chills down.
"Ah that was a good nap you done looking at this." "Keep that up Quandale and that nap may be in the dirt." "Ok, now how do you know my name?" Sliding in from the shadows a figure with a gray t-shirt rolled in on an office chair, red violet eyes staring at Quandale. "I know everyone who has died, and I'd remember someone who died twice and still hasn't learned their lesson." "Hey, third time's the charm, then the fourth, then the fifth and so on." "For those who value their lives, here's what's going on. On that pedestal is a map, that map is key to taking on and out Jordan Freeman. I'm not sure what it will say for you four, but it should help guide you. In case you didn't know already, basically all of humanity is gone except for the oh around 1000 survivors around this area. Nearly all of those survivors only survived by being so evil, so repulsive that the storage refused to take them. However, as the couple foretold, all of those survivors are male, so humanity is basically doomed to extinction, unless you find a way to bring in another way of making more humans. Giannis, I know you exist as a girl, but the very thought, no. Just no." "I mean-" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, no, the only way to save humanity is to find a way to undo all of this eradication Jordan has done. And that's my time, good luck, and I'll see you, hopefully not in that container of whatever." The guy then walked into black smoke and disappeared. "Never knew how refreshing a second nap could be."
Descending down the mountain, map in hand, the group found a battered and bruised individual. "Doing well until four people fell on us, barely escaped. Other three need help." "Yeah that's your issue." "What Quandale meant to say is they knew what they signed up for." Henry corrected. "C'mon, we should at least get them back to base, maybe they get better, maybe we give them a proper burial." Jamarius suggested. "Oh, so give these people your care and attention but not of the many that we just killed huh." "Shut up Quandale, don't question my preferences, really getting on my nerves." "Whatever." With that, Jamarius stormed away, slinging the slick guy. Juandale took the volatile guy and Giannis carried the cleric. Faint whispers could be heard from the fallen comrades.
"So, there was a map thing, uh okay." The alligator masked man mused. "Also from your word that our 952 population is the peak we ever will go, due to the 48 deaths our town sustained. That changes a lot." "Yup, now when can I see the elite area?" "Oh yeah, uh, just go down this hallway Quandale. Oh, one last thing, before you enter, remember, don't cause trouble. We can't afford any more deaths now." The door slid open and the light revealed the best of the best. A weary voice from the intercom spoke. "Welcome to the Elite section, you are now apart of the council. We hope you enjoy your stay. Your first task will begin in two days, until then, explore the base, learn the layouts, and have fun." Walls a fine mix of red and white blended with the fuchsia woolen floors. The hallways contained tables with flowers stemming from vases but without the filthiness of dirt and clouded windows with a faint warm yellow glow pulsating from them. What caught Quandale's attention on a map were three centers, a casino, an all you can eat buffet, and a concert hall. Before all of that, Quandale went to the suites section. By room 5, his keycard fit nicely and opened the door to a massive room. A pool table was right next to a bar containing many types of spirits from absinthe to whiskey. The bedroom contained a circular bed with red silk sheets and a mattress fit for a king. Two television sets, one infront and one above were playing a film documentary about someone exploring the underworld, the person was traversing the fleshy walls of this layer. There were more rooms to check out but he had all the time in the world to check. Laying down now seeing the cloudy ceiling, Quandale thought to himself. "I wonder how the others are doing?"