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AcetheKidd said
Gavin could feel his body become heavier and manged to Dodge the orbs this time. If he was to strike quickly again,he wouldn't beable to Dodge. However, he had an plan.


((Wasn't it Galen? I guess it's Gavin??))

Ciskel noted Gavin's eyes kept going back to the ground. What was he up to? Ciskel wasn't going to wait to find out.
For a moment he became heavy, very heavy. He stomped down on the ground then jumped back up and forward weightlessly. With a large arch he jumped over Gavin and dropped his 3rd orb from above with added weight. He timed it so that a reflexive dodge would send Gavin towards the spot he'd been eyeing. If there was something special there, something Gavin feared or wanted. It would be revealed soon.
I'll be inactive the next couple of hours.
But I ded get around to finishing my new WW character.
Say hello to Chelsey. Tell me what you think.
Wendigo Wail S rank member


Name: Chelsey Clayton

Nickname (Optional): -

Age: 24

Appearance: Tall and gracious with long sleek hair, colored an unnatural dark red. Between dark lines shine bright blue eyes that scream "save me!" and "fuck off!" in equal measure.

Personality (Optional): Overly confident, mostly serious, if she does joke it's at someone's expense.

Location of Guild Mark (And Color): red, above her chest.

Likes: Herself, Attention, Jenifer, showing off, being treated as more important than others.

Dislikes: people who talk a lot, teamwork (relying on anyone but yourself is cheating), high pitched noises

Magic (Can be something you created. MAX 2): Shadow Magic, Take-over: Shadow Soul

Shadow Magic, Chelsey can manipulate and shape shadows to her liking. Pulling dripping physical shapes from the shadows to strike at her foes or act as a shield. Or sink into the shadows to appear elsewhere in a shadow connected to the one she disappeared into. (she can reappear on the exact same spot.)
The shadows she employs look and feel like fast flowing tar.

Take-over, Chelsey can use several take-overs of 'shadow creatures'.
All of these involve enveloping herself in shadows. An aura of oily thick shadow-stuff surrounds her in the shape of the creature she's mimicking.
While in form she trades her control over shadows for a taste of the abilities of that creature.
Her shapes are: Drider, Yeti, Gargoyle, Wyrd, Gorgon, Wendigo

Outfit: Bright colored jacket, usually red or green. Comfortable white jeans and shirt. Ozzy shades

Other: Charlie's cousin. As sane as he is crazy. Originally a member of the Eisenwald Guild and a student of Kageyama. After the guild was disbanded she joined WendigoWail because she heard her cousin joined it a while before. She was very disapointed to find out he had gone insane, but Algon convinced her to stick around.
She usually works missions far away and alone. Her style is to know everything about the enemy before moving in, and swiftly beating her opponent. She doesn't care for honor or etiquette. She's with WW because Algon can provide hard missions, with all the necessary information (often thanks to Sonitus). She doesn't hate charlie, but she despises the mental case he's become. She avoids him if possible because he reminds her of that sweet cousin she used to have.
This one then?
You mean this?
Sam stood back up and picked up the spear, he still hadn't had a chance to try it out. It was infused with awe and inspiration, that had to do something powerful, albeit temporary. Might as well use it to cut a path to the stage. Sam liked the idea of seeing the sonic girl up closer. With vigor he ran. Past the broken berserkers, past Measha.
"I'm in!" He shouted at Measha, he crabbed a small spherical red vial ((OOC: it's a healing potion)) and handed it to him in passing.
"For emergencies! Hope you won't need it!"
Sam leaped forward, the spear's light leaving a sharp white trail in the air. With skill and precision far beyond his own capabilities he landed the spear into the first wizard in his way. Pulling back and immediately lunging forward to the next enemy, again and again. Sam got into a trance, as if the spear was moving on it's own. Swaying from side to side, narrowly he dodged magics he didn't even see coming. Steadily he made his way trough the thinning crowd of wizards. Swinging the spear around he felt lighter and more energetic than ever, he hadn't even noticed the damage he was taking left and right. "Moshpit!" Sam cackled, jumping from someone's shoulder onto someone's face and bouncing into a group of caster's trying to do a magic circle. Al the while swiping the spear in circles over his head, drawing circles in the sky.
Once he busted trough he ended up on the edge of the stage, in front of Marie. He took a breath and processed the pain coming from the many cuts, burns and bruises.
He rapidly downed a potion and sighed with relief as he felt the pain flow away. Much better.
With the spear leaning on his shoulder he stood up, a quick glace to see where Hector and Measha were.
He turned back to Marie. "Hello. My name is Sam, I..." He only just noticed Latch. The samurai had beaten him to the punch. "Damnit.."
Sam sat down with his legs folded and the spear on the ground in front of him. A bored look on his face as he decided to wait and see what happened.
No, he throws the orbs (which are no more than metal balls) at Galen. They are simply blunt force.
The magic he used before made Galen's clothes more heavy, so that slows him down.
But the balls just do physical damage.


This is what they look like, only with a foot of chain on them so he can sling them easily.
The basics of his magic is that he can divide or multiply the weight of objects or creatures.
Objects are easy, people take effort to maintain.
What he usually does with the orbs is sling them on a rope in the direction he wants, then dramatically increases the weight of the orb just before it hits.
I described he wanted it to be heavy, but not heavy enough to break ribs (since he doesn't want himself or Galen using lethal magic). But that's still the force of a sledgehammer coming straight for him. Putting your unprotected finger in the way is a bad idea. hehe.
AcetheKidd said
I already did. Flip back a page or so


No I meant and answer to this.
Martin was laying down on a pile of large red velvet pillows stained with blood.
In the air hung a haze of blood, thick enough to be intoxicating to kindred.
Around him sat and laid his following, their eyes red and minds clouded.
In a trance Martin let his mind flow freely and wander trough the city.
He stared up at the night sky, gazing at the stars. But it weren't the stars you and I can see.
He saw the thousands of souls roaming Kilo Point. Some dim, some bright. Some alive, some undead, one.. neither.. Whatever it was it was in one of the two constellations in the mountains. The smaller one. It was a very bright constellation of blazing stars both alive and undead.. and one stranger.
Martin witnessed two bright undead lights rapidly move along with a cluster of dimmer ones, they moved for the large constellation on the other side of Kilo Point. A bright living star stood at the center, with a few shining stars around it and a swarm of dim ones surrounding that.
"̢̀͡So soon the stars will collide. What a spectacle that will be."̸̶̴͠

A cloaked figure walked into the room carrying a barely conscious young girl in a yellow flower dress.
The cloak matched that of Martin's other followers. He carefully placed her down in front of him, her breath was shallow and pupils diluted.

"̢̀͡ What did you give her? "̸̶̴͠ Martin asked, disturbed from his trance.
“Morphine my Lord.” The man bowed but kept eye contact with Martin, as if expecting something.
Martin grinned and leaned forward to pick up the woman.
"̢̀͡ Is she an adult? Did she consent? "̸̶̴͠
“Yes and no my lord.” The man was still waiting.
Martin brought the girls neck up close.
“Uhm.. my Lord?” The vampire asked hesitantly.
"̢̀͡ Ah yes, I almost forgot. "̸̶̴͠

Martin reached out his hand, a tiny drop of his blood dripped from his index finger. The vampire desperately caught it with his tongue and then crashed on the ground next to another follower. He fell into a deep slumber with a wide smile on his face.

From the lowliest bastard fledgeling to the noblest pure-blood, there is nothing like feeding.
The feeling of your razor sharp teeth sinking into helpless flesh.
The moment that act is rewarded by the oncoming rush of crimson life, gushing out ready for harvest.
A sense of power and ecstasy fills your vampire mind and for a few seconds you become primal.
Many young vampires fear killing their victim by accident. Martin knew that the trick was to understand. Killing was the charitable option. He drank a single pint and nothing more, then licked the wound. The girl had fallen unconscious and lay as a rag-doll in Martin's hands, a beautiful doll.
He put her down on a sofa near the edge of the room. No security was necessary, there was no way of escaping this palace for her, and none of his following would dare touch her after Martin.
Martins mind was occupied with hers. The least he could do was give her pleasant dreams.
Ace can you reply? I'm holding off until it's clear what's going on.
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