quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
As the sun fell on All Hallows' Eve, Buffy and Spike and Mortifex were locked in a battle to the death. The night wore on and, eventually, the castle fell, the hordes of undead crumbling into dust. Buffy and Spike couldn't be sure quite what had happened, but, as they looked around and realised that Mortifex was nowhere to be seen, they knew they were victorious.

... Or were they?

.

Well, Fag Enders, what can I say? We've had an absolutely fantastic few days, and I know I'm speaking for all the mods when I thank everyone for taking part, for creating so many shiny things and leaving lots of lovely comments to let the creators know their work has been appreciated. (A certain mod aka me needs to catch up in this regard, but I think it's beyond thrilling that you've managed to outpace my capacity to read and watch - it doesn't happen often!) I know I was slightly nervous in the first few hours that no one would be inspired at all, but I think it's been a fairly resounding success, yes? So massive hooray on that front!

But how, I hear you cry, have the scores panned out in this undead killing extravaganza?? Well...

In joint fifth place with one kill each are [livejournal.com profile] rahirah with her fic, [livejournal.com profile] rebcake with her fic and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt with hers.
Then, in joint fourth place with two kills are [livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven with her fics and [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess with hers.
In third place is [livejournal.com profile] readerjane with an impressive spree of seven ficcy kills,
While our much deserving runner up is [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly with an even more bloody massacre of nine ficcy kills!

In first place, however, is our gunslinger extraordinaire: [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni! Littering the killing fields with a whopping nine fics, one icon set and four vids, she takes the title with a grand total of fourteen kills. (Plus a vid I've just noticed, which I'm not counting because the time stamp is 7:03, but that just goes to show that she can't stop the slaughter!) Congratumalations!!

Us modly peoples must now retire to sort out tomorrow (/go to a party), but rest assured that Fag Ends will be back for November, and we hope to see you there. Our gunslinger will be picking out our theme (and will be hearing about it shortly, don't worry), but, until then, thanks again to everyone! And normal comm rules still apply in terms of posting, so if there's anything you still have up your sleeve to post for Something Wicked This Way Comes, either in response to the Mortifex prompts or anything else this month, you can still post about it until midnight your time!

Cheers! Please tell me if I've made any mistakes.
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
As the sun fell on All Hallows' Eve, Buffy and Spike and Mortifex were locked in a battle to the death. The night wore on and, eventually, the castle fell, the hordes of undead crumbling into dust. Buffy and Spike couldn't be sure quite what had happened, but, as they looked around and realised that Mortifex was nowhere to be seen, they knew they were victorious.

... Or were they?

.

Well, Fag Enders, what can I say? We've had an absolutely fantastic few days, and I know I'm speaking for all the mods when I thank everyone for taking part, for creating so many shiny things and leaving lots of lovely comments to let the creators know their work has been appreciated. (A certain mod aka me needs to catch up in this regard, but I think it's beyond thrilling that you've managed to outpace my capacity to read and watch - it doesn't happen often!) I know I was slightly nervous in the first few hours that no one would be inspired at all, but I think it's been a fairly resounding success, yes? So massive hooray on that front!

But how, I hear you cry, have the scores panned out in this undead killing extravaganza?? Well...

In joint fifth place with one kill each are [livejournal.com profile] rahirah with her fic, [livejournal.com profile] rebcake with her fic and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt with hers.
Then, in joint fourth place with two kills are [livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven with her fics and [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess with hers.
In third place is [livejournal.com profile] readerjane with an impressive spree of seven ficcy kills,
While our much deserving runner up is [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly with an even more bloody massacre of nine ficcy kills!

In first place, however, is our gunslinger extraordinaire: [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni! Littering the killing fields with a whopping nine fics, one icon set and four vids, she takes the title with a grand total of fourteen kills. (Plus a vid I've just noticed, which I'm not counting because the time stamp is 7:03, but that just goes to show that she can't stop the slaughter!) Congratumalations!!

Us modly peoples must now retire to sort out tomorrow (/go to a party), but rest assured that Fag Ends will be back for November, and we hope to see you there. Our gunslinger will be picking out our theme (and will be hearing about it shortly, don't worry), but, until then, thanks again to everyone! And normal comm rules still apply in terms of posting, so if there's anything you still have up your sleeve to post for Something Wicked This Way Comes, either in response to the Mortifex prompts or anything else this month, you can still post about it until midnight your time!

Cheers! Please tell me if I've made any mistakes.
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
As the sun fell on All Hallows' Eve, Buffy and Spike and Mortifex were locked in a battle to the death. The night wore on and, eventually, the castle fell, the hordes of undead crumbling into dust. Buffy and Spike couldn't be sure quite what had happened, but, as they looked around and realised that Mortifex was nowhere to be seen, they knew they were victorious.

... Or were they?

.

Well, Fag Enders, what can I say? We've had an absolutely fantastic few days, and I know I'm speaking for all the mods when I thank everyone for taking part, for creating so many shiny things and leaving lots of lovely comments to let the creators know their work has been appreciated. (A certain mod aka me needs to catch up in this regard, but I think it's beyond thrilling that you've managed to outpace my capacity to read and watch - it doesn't happen often!) I know I was slightly nervous in the first few hours that no one would be inspired at all, but I think it's been a fairly resounding success, yes? So massive hooray on that front!

But how, I hear you cry, have the scores panned out in this undead killing extravaganza?? Well...

In joint fifth place with one kill each are [livejournal.com profile] rahirah with her fic, [livejournal.com profile] rebcake with her fic and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt with hers.
Then, in joint fourth place with two kills are [livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven with her fics and [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess with hers.
In third place is [livejournal.com profile] readerjane with an impressive spree of seven ficcy kills,
While our much deserving runner up is [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly with an even more bloody massacre of nine ficcy kills!

In first place, however, is our gunslinger extraordinaire: [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni! Littering the killing fields with a whopping nine fics, one icon set and four vids, she takes the title with a grand total of fourteen kills. (Plus a vid I've just noticed, which I'm not counting because the time stamp is 7:03, but that just goes to show that she can't stop the slaughter!) Congratumalations!!

Us modly peoples must now retire to sort out tomorrow (/go to a party), but rest assured that Fag Ends will be back for November, and we hope to see you there. Our gunslinger will be picking out our theme (and will be hearing about it shortly, don't worry), but, until then, thanks again to everyone! And normal comm rules still apply in terms of posting, so if there's anything you still have up your sleeve to post for Something Wicked This Way Comes, either in response to the Mortifex prompts or anything else this month, you can still post about it until midnight your time!

Cheers! Please tell me if I've made any mistakes.

Long Time Dead 7

Monday, October 31st, 2011 12:18 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
War raged; Spike’s head a battlefield for a conflict drawn out between another’s desire and his own will.

A voice, a terrible, brittle voice, spoke on a cracked, dry tongue inside his mind. It suppressed his thoughts with vile words, filling his head with whispers and poisonous lies. It sought to take over everything he was, to take control and drive his consciousness out of his own head until he was its servant. He was being consumed from within by force he could not touch, nor pummel.

He fought this voice with all he had; a tug of war where he refused to surrender, and yet he could not fight the pull that moved his feet forward towards Mortifex’s nightmare tower. Leaving Buffy and his cosy crypt behind as only a distant memory he could not quite grasp, he found himself within the ragged throng. Strangely conscious, yet still compelled, he found he was not like the rest of these dead things. They had surrendered utterly or were merely the empty shells left behind by their departed souls; they did not struggle, were not tormented by some internal voice. They knew of but one thing, and they were walking towards him with one purpose: to become his forever.

And so, they crossed the streets of the frightened town, filing past places familiar and dear, then over the scrubby desert of the outskirts, where the earth now sunk into noxious, fetid marsh. Before them then, the great tower of Mortifex rose up like some lofty giant, piecing the sky with castellated black teeth that bit into the dark shifting clouds.

This was not a place that Spike wanted to be. He summoned up his last effort and hummed to cling to some filament thread of what he knew and tune out that domineering voice, even though this time, he really didn’t want to sedated. In yielding response, the voice reluctantly retreated, if just a little, and Spike could resist as the horde surged forward through his enemy’s ebony gate.

Soon he was alone. He could hear Mortifex’s cursing him, in his head, from somewhere high above; yet the more the necromancer ranted and spat his rage, the more he lost his grip.

Spike was free, but only just and for who knew how long.

Long Time Dead 7

Monday, October 31st, 2011 12:18 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
War raged; Spike’s head a battlefield for a conflict drawn out between another’s desire and his own will.

A voice, a terrible, brittle voice, spoke on a cracked, dry tongue inside his mind. It suppressed his thoughts with vile words, filling his head with whispers and poisonous lies. It sought to take over everything he was, to take control and drive his consciousness out of his own head until he was its servant. He was being consumed from within by force he could not touch, nor pummel.

He fought this voice with all he had; a tug of war where he refused to surrender, and yet he could not fight the pull that moved his feet forward towards Mortifex’s nightmare tower. Leaving Buffy and his cosy crypt behind as only a distant memory he could not quite grasp, he found himself within the ragged throng. Strangely conscious, yet still compelled, he found he was not like the rest of these dead things. They had surrendered utterly or were merely the empty shells left behind by their departed souls; they did not struggle, were not tormented by some internal voice. They knew of but one thing, and they were walking towards him with one purpose: to become his forever.

And so, they crossed the streets of the frightened town, filing past places familiar and dear, then over the scrubby desert of the outskirts, where the earth now sunk into noxious, fetid marsh. Before them then, the great tower of Mortifex rose up like some lofty giant, piecing the sky with castellated black teeth that bit into the dark shifting clouds.

This was not a place that Spike wanted to be. He summoned up his last effort and hummed to cling to some filament thread of what he knew and tune out that domineering voice, even though this time, he really didn’t want to sedated. In yielding response, the voice reluctantly retreated, if just a little, and Spike could resist as the horde surged forward through his enemy’s ebony gate.

Soon he was alone. He could hear Mortifex’s cursing him, in his head, from somewhere high above; yet the more the necromancer ranted and spat his rage, the more he lost his grip.

Spike was free, but only just and for who knew how long.
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
The town lies besieged by legions of the undead; the great bone dragon wheels and screeches through the sky - but Buffy and Spike have battled on, through the fog and squelching reeds of the marshland to the looming castle that towers over Sunnydale.

The ancient gates creak open as they push their way inside. Silenced by the cold and eerie atmosphere, they creep through the cavernous chambers, along stone floors slick with damp and lichen, down corridors and landings.. Eventually they find their foe.

Tonight, Matthew, Mortifex will be played by Sir Jaywoods from 'Heroes of Might and Magic'.

MORTIFEX

"I've been expecting you," he says.


Remember! The challenge ends tomorrow at 7pm GMT-ish!
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
The town lies besieged by legions of the undead; the great bone dragon wheels and screeches through the sky - but Buffy and Spike have battled on, through the fog and squelching reeds of the marshland to the looming castle that towers over Sunnydale.

The ancient gates creak open as they push their way inside. Silenced by the cold and eerie atmosphere, they creep through the cavernous chambers, along stone floors slick with damp and lichen, down corridors and landings.. Eventually they find their foe.

Tonight, Matthew, Mortifex will be played by Sir Jaywoods from 'Heroes of Might and Magic'.

MORTIFEX

"I've been expecting you," he says.


Remember! The challenge ends tomorrow at 7pm GMT-ish!
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
The town lies besieged by legions of the undead; the great bone dragon wheels and screeches through the sky - but Buffy and Spike have battled on, through the fog and squelching reeds of the marshland to the looming castle that towers over Sunnydale.

The ancient gates creak open as they push their way inside. Silenced by the cold and eerie atmosphere, they creep through the cavernous chambers, along stone floors slick with damp and lichen, down corridors and landings.. Eventually they find their foe.

Tonight, Matthew, Mortifex will be played by Sir Jaywoods from 'Heroes of Might and Magic'.

MORTIFEX

"I've been expecting you," he says.


Remember! The challenge ends tomorrow at 7pm GMT-ish!

Long Time Dead 6

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 11:23 pm
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
And they came to Mortifex’s dread gate; the walking and the stumbling dead, an army of the damned; to gather there, swarming, amassing, at the base of his tower of hatred. Eager to follow their master’s command, they sought their entrance, yet were denied. The mindless ones, those that had long known the embrace of the earth, moaned and stunk, clawing at the edifice that was closed to them with fingers no more than bones, whilst the whirling winds of ashes wound themselves around the great fortress and coalesced into new looming turrets, brutal and twisted.

Mortifex watched from the battlements, the sky breaking at his back. The dead were many, more than he had ever summoned in all his extended life, and he was pleased; the town could not resist and would fall to him. Sunnydale would be his to seize and make its inhabitants into his wretched slaves. His time had come.

Again, he raised his yew staff and this time he drew down the lightning from the ether. The energy hissed and sparked angrily as it caved to his will, swelling his power once more. He brought the staff down once, twice, a third time and issued his orders.

With a grinding screech, Mortifex’s gate opened to those he had brought to him, the portcullis drawn up high into the black scrolling mist to accept his army within. They shuffled forward, regiment after regiment of this undead infantry, into the great citadel of Mortifex and were swallowed up, each and every one, until none remained without.

Except a vampire alone, small and insignificant standing proudly at the base of the curtain wall, his coat flapping like crow wings in the cruel wind; one alone that was not completely under Mortifex’s control.

One he had not yet conquered.

Long Time Dead 6

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 11:23 pm
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
And they came to Mortifex’s dread gate; the walking and the stumbling dead, an army of the damned; to gather there, swarming, amassing, at the base of his tower of hatred. Eager to follow their master’s command, they sought their entrance, yet were denied. The mindless ones, those that had long known the embrace of the earth, moaned and stunk, clawing at the edifice that was closed to them with fingers no more than bones, whilst the whirling winds of ashes wound themselves around the great fortress and coalesced into new looming turrets, brutal and twisted.

Mortifex watched from the battlements, the sky breaking at his back. The dead were many, more than he had ever summoned in all his extended life, and he was pleased; the town could not resist and would fall to him. Sunnydale would be his to seize and make its inhabitants into his wretched slaves. His time had come.

Again, he raised his yew staff and this time he drew down the lightning from the ether. The energy hissed and sparked angrily as it caved to his will, swelling his power once more. He brought the staff down once, twice, a third time and issued his orders.

With a grinding screech, Mortifex’s gate opened to those he had brought to him, the portcullis drawn up high into the black scrolling mist to accept his army within. They shuffled forward, regiment after regiment of this undead infantry, into the great citadel of Mortifex and were swallowed up, each and every one, until none remained without.

Except a vampire alone, small and insignificant standing proudly at the base of the curtain wall, his coat flapping like crow wings in the cruel wind; one alone that was not completely under Mortifex’s control.

One he had not yet conquered.

(no subject)

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 10:42 pm
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Buffy and Spike have defeated all that Mortifex has thrown at them this week, but he has something special left up his sleeve!

He uses his staff to blast a hole in the ground, where something hidepus crawls from the scorthed earth... A dragon made of bone!

Photobucket

(no subject)

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 10:42 pm
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Buffy and Spike have defeated all that Mortifex has thrown at them this week, but he has something special left up his sleeve!

He uses his staff to blast a hole in the ground, where something hidepus crawls from the scorthed earth... A dragon made of bone!

Photobucket

(no subject)

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 01:24 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Mortifex drunk with the delights of battle sent out his next battalion...

the wights!

(no subject)

Saturday, October 29th, 2011 01:24 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Mortifex drunk with the delights of battle sent out his next battalion...

the wights!
quinara: Buffy looks up with a bloom of yellow sparklies behind her. (Buffy sparkles)
[personal profile] quinara
So, the weekend's here and Halloween is fast approaching: skeletons, zombies, ghosts, revenants, poltergeists and liches are prowling through Sunnydale, all from the haunted marshlands where Mortifex makes his home.

But the resistance is happening! As you may well have seen, Spuffy and the gang are fighting back across time and space (mostly time). But who has the most kills so far?

Well, [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni is in the lead with six kills
but [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly is close behind with five kills and [livejournal.com profile] readerjane has four!
[livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven has two kills to her name, while [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess has one kill, as [livejournal.com profile] rahirah also does, while [livejournal.com profile] rebcake stabbed in a sword and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt got in a shot!

As you can see, gang, there's still loads to play for - and plenty of time to really get that dastardly wizard!! Our challenge will be closing on Monday at around 7pm GMT (which I believe is around lunchtime in much of Americaland), so don't miss out on getting your extra kills in!

Also, tell me if I've somehow missed you out in my rundown! Not you, [livejournal.com profile] bogwitch.
quinara: Buffy looks up with a bloom of yellow sparklies behind her. (Buffy sparkles)
[personal profile] quinara
So, the weekend's here and Halloween is fast approaching: skeletons, zombies, ghosts, revenants, poltergeists and liches are prowling through Sunnydale, all from the haunted marshlands where Mortifex makes his home.

But the resistance is happening! As you may well have seen, Spuffy and the gang are fighting back across time and space (mostly time). But who has the most kills so far?

Well, [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni is in the lead with six kills
but [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly is close behind with five kills and [livejournal.com profile] readerjane has four!
[livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven has two kills to her name, while [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess has one kill, as [livejournal.com profile] rahirah also does, while [livejournal.com profile] rebcake stabbed in a sword and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt got in a shot!

As you can see, gang, there's still loads to play for - and plenty of time to really get that dastardly wizard!! Our challenge will be closing on Monday at around 7pm GMT (which I believe is around lunchtime in much of Americaland), so don't miss out on getting your extra kills in!

Also, tell me if I've somehow missed you out in my rundown! Not you, [livejournal.com profile] bogwitch.
quinara: Wishverse Buffy in a white frame. (Buffy Wish white box)
[personal profile] quinara
So, the weekend's here and Halloween is fast approaching: skeletons, zombies, ghosts, revenants, poltergeists and liches are prowling through Sunnydale, all from the haunted marshlands where Mortifex makes his home.

But the resistance is happening! As you may well have seen, Spuffy and the gang are fighting back across time and space (mostly time). But who has the most kills so far?

Well, [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni is in the lead with six kills
but [livejournal.com profile] slaymesoftly is close behind with five kills and [livejournal.com profile] readerjane has four!
[livejournal.com profile] anviloverheaven has two kills to her name, while [livejournal.com profile] gryfndor_godess has one kill, as [livejournal.com profile] rahirah also does, while [livejournal.com profile] rebcake stabbed in a sword and [livejournal.com profile] smells_corrupt got in a shot!

As you can see, gang, there's still loads to play for - and plenty of time to really get that dastardly wizard!! Our challenge will be closing on Monday at around 7pm GMT (which I believe is around lunchtime in much of Americaland), so don't miss out on getting your extra kills in!

Also, tell me if I've somehow missed you out in my rundown! Not you, [livejournal.com profile] bogwitch.

Long Time Dead 5

Friday, October 28th, 2011 12:12 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Darkness blanketed Sunnydale in its embrace and refused to let go.

Those that lived shut their doors and locked them tight, once more hiding from the terrors outside. This was a night for staying indoors, staying in bed and ignoring the scents of earth, ashes and decay that tainted the cool night air with their stink; death odours, lingering and cloying, unforgettable, reminders that Mortifex had stolen their loved ones from their eternal rest.

Only one dared to walk the streets of the stricken town; a warrior that had lived and died and had lived again. One that had heard Mortifex’s call but was not compelled to answer.

The Slayer.

Buffy knew the night, but not this one. The sun in shadow at the dawn, dark lingered and did not depart. The sky, cloudless and clear, held no starlight and the moon chose not to rise. The dead were gone. Her work was done. But the Slayer knew the streets were yet not safe for those she protected. She set forth to that dark fortress. Someone had claimed dominion over all those she fought to keep in the ground.

Mortifex.

Maker of the dead.

Raiser of phallic black towers.

Stealer of boyfriends, lovers, nope something else less… couplely…

Stealer of Spike.

This Mortifex was going to pay for coming to Buffy’s town.

But first, she needed some help.

Long Time Dead 5

Friday, October 28th, 2011 12:12 am
[identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Darkness blanketed Sunnydale in its embrace and refused to let go.

Those that lived shut their doors and locked them tight, once more hiding from the terrors outside. This was a night for staying indoors, staying in bed and ignoring the scents of earth, ashes and decay that tainted the cool night air with their stink; death odours, lingering and cloying, unforgettable, reminders that Mortifex had stolen their loved ones from their eternal rest.

Only one dared to walk the streets of the stricken town; a warrior that had lived and died and had lived again. One that had heard Mortifex’s call but was not compelled to answer.

The Slayer.

Buffy knew the night, but not this one. The sun in shadow at the dawn, dark lingered and did not depart. The sky, cloudless and clear, held no starlight and the moon chose not to rise. The dead were gone. Her work was done. But the Slayer knew the streets were yet not safe for those she protected. She set forth to that dark fortress. Someone had claimed dominion over all those she fought to keep in the ground.

Mortifex.

Maker of the dead.

Raiser of phallic black towers.

Stealer of boyfriends, lovers, nope something else less… couplely…

Stealer of Spike.

This Mortifex was going to pay for coming to Buffy’s town.

But first, she needed some help.

.

Thursday, October 27th, 2011 07:16 pm
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
[personal profile] quinara
When Mortifex first learned the dark arts of necromancy, there were many more like him, and many greater. He was young; his powers were limited - but, as the years passed, he studied, and his superior, yet more foolish, elders perished in the same quest he had committed himself to. In conquering death, they failed: they fell, twisted by the magic they couldn't quite control, bodies crumbling into dust, neither living nor fully capable of returning to the earth.

Mortifex lived on. Centuries passed and he grew into greatness, ascending into powers like those his forebears had dreamed of. Still, some caution remained, and this served him well as yet more wizards fell around him. But now, with Sunnydale so readily defended, he knew that he could hold on to caution no more. He had to attempt the final test of his powers, the final challenge.

Out in the starless night, where the marshlands were eerie with silence, Mortifex raised his staff above his head, centred himself and cast his spell.

"Arise, great wizards of the past! Arise! Return once more and wreak the horror and the magic you so sorely miss! Regain your flesh, liches, and summon all your warriors to your aid! Aid me in my task and I will lend you power to roam the night again!"

Thunder cracked and lightning shook the sky. There is nowhere left to run, Mortifex thought, imagining the fear of the slayer and her vampire, the might against which they would come. The power thrummed through him; the reckoning was at hand.

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