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Why?!!!


Eleanor stares at Jenso "Yeah... Might want to get that checked out. Oh... Im Eleanor, but people know me as Lady Eleanor. I was fighting the Krunklets earlier..." No one called her Lady Eleanor, but she liked the sound of it. She also remembered her rapier was stuck in the ceiling outside the lobby. She turns to Zerraf as he talks about killing the chefs. She glares at him "Why are you so stupid!" Then out of no where both Zerraf and Jenso were enjoying delicious food "May I ask you both why you eat or drink something? How do you know it isnt poisoned for this very reason? How do we know these chefs are even trustworthy?"
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OK, YOU NEED TO GET THE F**K OUT


As soon as Zerraf's foot struck the door, it flew off its hinges, but not in the direction he might've expected! It flew towards him, in pieces mind you, as a larger ball-man catapulted himself through it and into the center of the large room. The Krunklet cooks immediately fled at this display, and slammed the door to the kitchen shut, pushing Jenso out of the room as quickly as they could.

Upon landing and pushing his extremities from his armor, the newcomer turned to Jenso, Zerraf, Ainra and Eleanor, pointing his index finger at them all with a heroic pose! His armor was dark brown, like chocolate, but glimmered as any other. His helmet was two little horns, and his arm-plating was thicker than usual, wrapping around his arms like flexible tubes. "YOU!!!" He shouted, waggling his finger like a fucking tool.

...Who the fuck was he!?
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Got a light?


Zerraf cocked his head at Eleanor (@Lady Athena) and raised an eyebrow. He scratched his head with the same, left hand that also held his alcohol so securely. Some of it spilled onto his white hair before he could react and tip it right side up. His speech was slurred at every third word or so, and he leaned a bit to the left. "Eh-yeh. I'm jus'-bein' honest," Zerraf mumbled from beneath his mask. He closed an eye and stared fervently into his drink upon the mention of poison. His face bobbed toward Jenso, then back to the bottle, then to Eleanor. There was a moment of pause before he shrugged. "Nah," Zerraf said as he took another swig.

Zerraf's foot met the door with agility, but strength pushed back. The force of whatever came out of the door sent the wind mage into the air. Within a second, Zerraf was somersaulting backward and a gust of wind set him down gently near his allies. Alcohol that had escaped the bottle during his flight seemingly funneled back into the glass neck from the sky. They were blocked from dinner and pillow searching until this guy was dealt with.

Zerraf raised his shoulders and exhaled, neck surrendering to gravity. The mage raised the brow of his wide-brim hat and chugged the rest of his ale, leaning slowly backward during the process, until he was practically an arch bridge. Whatever the thing had said, Zerraf had obviously chosen not to listen. Once more he leaned forward after the bottle was empty, returning to his normal slouched position. The glass bottle was dropped. It rolled on the tile floor toward the corner with Alexander's corpse. Zerraf's left arm was as a pendulum as he strutted towards Jenso (@Jensoman). You noticed Zerraf's cheeks were more pronounced than before. He raised his hand to his mask, two fingers glued together, coming to and from where his lips might be. A cigarette might be placed in-between those fingers, but Zerraf didn't say anything about it. He just repeated this motion as he walked towards Jenso, occasionally snapping his fingers together, that all-familiar glazed look in his eyes hinting at apathy. Why didn't he say something?
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Chocolate Krunklet?!


Jenso turned to Eleanor who was at the door opening as he finished his chocolate cake. "I've always liked pie!" He simply replied, only for him to hear a loud crash coming from outside the kitchen. "Hey!!" He shrieked, as the cooks pushed him out of the room. He turned towards the brown ball-man that landed in the center of the large room. "Wow dude...I know everyone loves chocolate, but covering your entire body with it is pretty extreme!" He said to the brown Krunklet, and turned to Zerraf. "You uh...you okay man?" He asked.
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-->GOT A LIGHT?<--


Zerraf continued until he was standing beside Jenso. He grabbed the bridge of his noise with his left hand in response to Jenso's question. He rose a clenched fist in front of Jenso's face, scraping his thumb against the base of his pointer finger, repeating this motion. Zerraf seemed to be pantomiming the flicking on of a lighter, on, off, on, off.
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Lighting a cigarette nose?


Jenso blinked as Zerraf seemed to want him to light his nose. "Um...alright! I can give you a light but it's at your own risk pal!" Jenso shouted, pointing his index finger to the ceiling. A small flame appeared on top, some distance still remaining between his finger and Zerraf's nose. Jenso stood there silently, waiting to see what Zerraf would do.
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ARE YOU MOCKING ME!?


The chocolate-draped soldier's hand shook even more violently, and he let out a cry of what sounded like unbound anguish. Really though, it was akin to a child's tantrum. "THIS IS NOT CHOCOLATE! IT'S EBONMIRE! EBONMIRE! AH, WHY CAN'T ANYONE RECOGNIZE THAT!?" Ebonmire was a rare metal that turned a dark chocolate brown when it was forged. Not many people really knew about it though. It was one of those obscure metals, and there wasn't nearly enough of it to go around. Hell, it was surprising to see somebody wearing a full suit of the stuff! How did he get ahold of Ebonmire? "YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FEEL THE WRATH OF GENERAL HORNS! BY COMMAND OF LORD KRUNK, YOU WILL BE CRUSHED!" Without delay, the large krunk-legionnaire, standing almost at the same height as Jenso unlike the smaller ball men, rushed towards him like a chocolate boulder. As the Ebonmire scraped against the ground though, it left behind a trail heated red stone behind it, and started to glow a bright brown in a line around its circumference. That was Ebonmire for you! It was known for it almost magical friction and ability to multiply heat as it ground against hard surfaces!

Don't touch that shit without care, boys and girls.
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OH NO!!! THE CHOCOLATE IS REBELLING!!


Jenso got in a combat stance as Horns charged at him. He jumped against a wall with his back. "Over here buddy!" He taunted, waiting for Horns to get close and to quickly jump out of the way. He hoped his horns would get stuck into the wall. He remained aware of the strange stuff on the ground, making sure to stay away from it as he landed.
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Ale Dragon


Zerraf positioned himself behind the flaming finger with a lagging sidestep, putting it between himself and the rolling ball man. The wind mage lifted his mask with his left hand. A keen eye could observe scars riddling a disfigured face before the storm. In a flash, cheeks drew inward as ale came spewing forth from his mouth into the flame. The alcohol combusted, creating a large cloud of gaseous, red heat being sent forward. The cloud metamorphosed, fire becoming fang and scale at high velocity. Propelled by wind and fire, the dragon collided with the armored ball man head on in a molten showdown. Smoke exploded from the crash and covered the wind mage's form, unfurling his bangs and forcing him to hold onto his wide-brim hat. Zerraf lowered his mask when the calm came. He would wait for something to emerge, whether that be parts of or a whole being. Jenso had taken evasive maneuvers immediately afterward. Given the time taken to cast the spell, Zerraf likely had no time to dodge if the spell or something else did not deviate the ball man's path.
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Umm....


Eleanor was by the door trying to figure out a way to get back outside, she was set on getting her weapon back. She hadnt seen what had happened to both Zerraf and Jenso, with the metal cake that looked like Dark Chocolate cake and the Ale

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HOTHOTHOT!


General Horns barreled through the flames like a molten ball of glass, but his armor didn't lose its form at all. Instead, the entire thing turned bright brown (Like a hashbrown!) and bounced off an uneven brick in the ground. But while overheard, the heated general retreated from within his armor and wiggled around in midair, ruining his trajectory and sending him colliding into the wall behind Zerraf and Jenso, missing them both. Upon striking the wall, Horns bounced back and rolled clumsily onto his back, flailing his arms and legs frantically. His armor quickly cooled off and returned to its original shade of chocolate brown. "HOT HOT HOT!" He cried, still trying to get onto his feet. "LORD KRUNK LORD KRUNK! FIRE BAD!"
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Chocolate guy is afraid of melting?!


Jenso smiled as General Horns was struggling to get back up. He gathered flames in his hands, which he held close near him. "You don't like fire, huh? Well, surrender or I'm gonna have to heat ya up..." Jenso said with a smile, keeping an eye on General Horns. He certainly didnt want to kill the Krunklet, and perhaps he didn't have too. If he surrendered now, that was.
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Praise be to poor floor planning


Zerraf was the embodiment of the shortest path between two points: a straight line. If effort was the enemy, so was surrender. If the rolling ball man came back to fight again, what a bother it'd be. With this in mind, Zerraf unsheathed his rapier and, with a candid toss, balanced the tip on his index finger. He flicked it into the air and it came careening towards the prone General Horns as a buzz saw might. The tip scratched the General's face, but froze just before puncture and remained balanced with handle upward, as if on an invisible string. Zerraf held the sword there. There was no space between the point of the sword and the General. He sauntered slowly forward given the situation. Zerraf rested, cross-legged, in front of the General's feet. He clenched his fist and pressed it against his cheek to rest on, elbow supported on the inner side of his knee. "Ey-ey, Chocolate Man, tell me where Lord Funk keeps pillows. Or you're no use to me," Zerraf said. In this case, the shortest path was the tip of the rapier and the General's unarmored face.
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HELLLLP!!


General horns shuddered in place for a moment, frozen by fear. Or was it something else? "P-P-PILLOWS?" From one of the nearby doors, a second larger Krunklet crashed into Horns' side and launched him across the room, toward Ainra, impaling the dragon-lady on the general's horns. The second Krunklet was then underneath Zerraf's rapier, replacing his earlier victim. His face however, was completely covered by his helmet, leaving no holes or visors for him to see through. Oh his helmet, instead of horns, or a spike, there was a tiny trumpet decal, and two little ear-holes on either side.

"Woah-oh-ho-ho! Funk's on the scene!" The new soldier sung right after pin-balling Horns away. He was wearing standard-iron ball-armor from the looks of it, but his arm-guards were similar to Horns', apparently packing some sort of unique mechanic. Horns pushed his head off of Ainra's body and turned to General Funk.

"THESE PIPSQUEAKS ARE MINE, FUUNNNNK!"

"Hey-oh-ho-ho! What use is a trio of Generals if you don't use them? Innit that right, spike?" As Funk spoke, the giant gate leading into the courtyard creaked open, showing a third larger-than-life Krunklet approaching from afar. His helmet has a single spear-like spike that protruded nearly 2 feet off of his head, and his armor was a shimmering golden hue.

Horns stomped the ground and grunted like a child. "FINE, FINE, FINE! THEN WE'LL JUST, UH... COMPETE?" He insisted, not fully sure of his suggestion. Funk, laying leisurely on his back, suddenly sprung towards Zerraf, knocking his Rapier aside with his helmet.
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Won't you take me to...


Zerraf's arching neck remained still. His face went further into the fist mould. His eyes blinked at a rate that might make one question if he was a statue. Horns was no longer useful to him. Just as Zerraf raised his hand to flick the switch, the whole brigade appeared in a flash of action and rampage. Generals were flying, screaming, hooping, hollering, time, time, energy, sigh. Just as Zerraf's grey eyelids began to close, Horns said the magic word.

FUUNNNNK!

Caught mid-snore, Zerraf shook his head and readjusted to a sitting-up-straight position. His eyes blinked a few times and a yawn was visible on his face, even with the mask. Mellow eyes drooped when they looked over Lord Funk. Then to the impaled Ainra. Then back to Funk. Zerraf's pupils were like waves in a groovy ocean. If his emotions changed, his face didn't show for it.

"Oyo-yo-yo, so you're head honcho," Zerraf said. There was no denying it, Zerraf had discovered the Funk. To his knowledge, nobody was above him. Zerraf wondered how many people had surrendered, how many rolling ball men danced to his will. The wind mage's hair was ruffled as a gust lifted him onto his feet, as a vampire might rise from its coffin. His feet stepped forward heel to toe, the trigger of a flintlock rounding his finger. "One question: Where's my pillo-" the song was paused when Lord Funk skipped a beat. Rare agility was practiced by Zerraf in flicking the pistol into the air and reaching into a bag that was at his waist. He pulled out three gray spheres betwixt the fingers of his left hand and threw them to the ground, creating an aura of smoke before tucking to the right. The battlefield became the inside of a cloud.

Lord Funk would begin to feel pressure on his lower leg, as Zerraf ascended him as a Shadow of the Colossus. Though, in true Zerraf fashion, it was more like Spiderman walking up a skyscraper.

"Hmm. Just one more time: where's my pillow?"
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Holy shit!


Jenso's eyes widened as Ainra was impaled by general Horns and the two other generals appeared on the scene. It seemed that Horns had no intention to surrender, especially with his two allies by his side. He had to give it to General Funk; He certainly knew how to make an entrance. As Zerraf created the smoke cloud, it seemed like he had chosen to deal with Funk. Jenso turned towards general Horns in the smoke as he recognised his shadow. "Alright, let's go!" Jenso shouted excitedly, dashing at Horns. He created a hammer made out of flames in his hands, which he swung horizontally at Horns.
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Krunk's Generals: Horns, Funk, and Spike!


Horns felt like he was being underestimated! "HOW DARE YOU CHARGE AT ME!!!" He immediately shouted, pointing both his arms at Jenso. The tube-like arm guards fanned upwards and revealed their inner workings: a set of cannons!.. But nothing came out of them except a puff of smoke. "OH, RIGHT," As Jenso's hammer came close, Horns stood his ground and took the hit, not budging and inch. Suddenly the heat from his hammer started to dim, and a trail of heat lead from Horns' side towards his right gauntlet. "NOT TOO HOT, BUT JUST WARM ENOUGH! THANKS!" Suddenly his right arm glowed a fiery red, and he aimed it at Jenso's face, unleashing a small burst of super-heated air.

Meanwhile, funk was happy to oblige his new friend's inquiries, to a certain degree. He just couldn't though! If Lord Krunk knew that general Funk was helping the enemy, that would be the end of him! No, no matter how musically inclined, nobody would get Funk's help today! Such a shame..

Suddenly funk grabbed Zerraf's ankles, surprisingly unaffected by the smoke that surrounded him. Truth was, he didn't see it, or recognize that there was smoke around him. Poor dude was blind, and guided himself with his sense of hearing alone. "Wow-oh-ho-ho! Nice try, guy, but now you gotta die!" Suddenly Funk's legs retracted into his armor, and the bottom section of his rounded mail struck the ground, releasing a high-pitched whirring from his gauntlets, which shared an identical design to Horns' gauntlets, like they were a pair of bells. "Funky Beaaaats, pillow bro. I can't help you, yo. You're gunna have to go with the flow if you want in on one of our lush pillows, Whoa-ho-ho!" the frequency was no normal sound. If sustained for too long, those funky flows could shatter bones! Magic armor is weird like that.

General spike finally approached the battle, and rose his golden gauntlets, aiming one hand at either intruder. Without a word, he fired two sets of 3 golden needles towards the invaders, intent on striking them head on. His shots fired towards Zeraph were based on his last position before the cloud of smoke rose up, making it very unlikely that he would hit anyone inside of it. Jenso however, was a prime target.
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That sure turns up the heat!


Jenso side-stepped to the right to avoid the super-heated blast. "Wow! That was a close one!" He shouted. He looked from the corner of his left eye as the smoke screen on his left side shifted slightly. Something or someone was coming his way. All he knew was, it would probably have something to do with the third general. He had no clue what was closing in on him, though.

Either way, he needed to move. He dashed past Horns as he moved out of the way, slamming his left heel into the ground beside Horns, at the opposite side of where the golden needles came from. This took a mere second before Jenso moved further away. A flame wave erupted from the ground near Horns. Jenso hoped the technique would catch Horns off-guard, and knock him upwards, straight into the incoming golden needles.
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You know sometimes I don't know what to put for these title things and the effort's not worth it right now


Caught off guard by being detected so easily in the shroud, Zerraf struggled about in the grasp of Lord Funk. He hadn't expected the General to find him in the dark. Hanging upside-down like a bat in a cave, the wind mage almost found it comfortable enough to doze off here. It might've been the blood rushing to his head, but he could get used to this. The funky fresh rhymes, the groovy rhythm, they were a modern sort of lullaby. His left arm wrapped around his body cloak wing and his body went limp for a time.

...lush pillows

Zerraf's eyes widened for the for the first time in years.

"EY-EY. Those pillow are m-"

Just after, a frequency resonating with his bones began to shatter his legs. The wind mage's cry of pain was not great but a groan. It was a monotonous, low groan that could be mistaken for the purr of a lion. Zerraf the wind mage clenched his left fist and then exposed his palm, fingers flayed out. He woke up to expand the air rapidly directly behind Lord Funk: Sonic Boom. He hoped the maneuver was disorienting enough to loosen Lord Funk's grip and escape, and if not, he would continue until it was. After he was free, he had a plan to execute, but he had to reach his bag of tricks first. Currently, it was crushed against his body.

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I know man. You know what would be hilarious? If people started using these to chat OOC for like an entire chapter


General Funk hummed happily as he felt the bones in Zerraf's legs give way. "Unf, unf, the ankle bone's connected to nothing- It's been perfected and perforated by my funky beats you funky tweeter, unf, unf~" Funk sung, pulling Zerraf forward in an attempt to slam him against the ground. But before he could do anything, he felt something vibrate through the back of his helmet, and towards his eardrums like sonic torrents of pure pain. "Unf-oh-ho-how-owww!!!" Funk released his grip and pulled his hand towards his head to cover his ear holes. "Not cool, man!" The funky General knelt forward and rounded his body up into a ball, rolling away from Zerraf as a slow, but constant pace. "Not cooooool!" He could still feel the reverberations of his hollowed out armor shaking his very soul, but they would soon subside, and Funk would definitely have to have a word with his opponent about what it truly meant to be funky fresh.

Meanwhile, General Horns was slightly upset that Jenso dissapeared from his immediate range of view. "HUH! DON'T YOU DARE RUN FROM-" Boom! Horn's feet were lifted slightly off the ground, and weightlessness overtook him. That was perfect, the time was perfect, it was perfect!! General Spike's needle attack struck horns chest-first. But it's not like some silly gold needles could pierce his might ebonmire ar-"OUUUCH!!" Horns shouted, retracting his hands... NEVERMIND!

Every last one of the thin needles dug into Horns' chest, protruding from his armor ever so slightly. There was no blood though. Maybe they didn't penetrate too deep? Who knew. General Spike cursed under his breath and turned his full attention to Jenso and Horns. With a mighty kick, he began rolling towards Jenso. His massive head-spike curved to his side so that it wouldn't mess up his ability to spin without getting flung, until the last second, where he suddenly pulled the spike into his path, and used it as a vault, launching himself into the air and aiming his massive spike at Jenso from above. Horns staggered back from Jenso and tried to compose himself, slowly pushing the golden spikes out of his armor with one of his retracted hands.
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