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Harrowmounts Plight

Ah, so the Tigaur?

Oh God

Roleplay like this, seems like you can at least get the ball rolling and not have to worry much after that :).

Oh God

Mmm... OOC to look at yet? :)

Harrowmounts Plight

Artholath saw the well just before monsters began to crawl from it. Based on what he had seen in the lab, they were obviously of Lance's creation. One alligator headed tiger crawled out in particular and sniffed in the direction of Artholath before attacking out of his sight.

Moving through the trees closer, he could see two people under attack, and a shimmering a little ways behind them. He made no attempt to conceal himself as he watched; his quest could possibly end the moment one of the two died. It would have to be quick and rely on them not running the moment they saw his demon form, which would be required for him to do anything on that spectrum.
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The captain brought Diego back to the castle to talk with the king... however, there was yet another delay as the King had to finish some appointments with others.

Harrowmounts Plight

Well, google search that took 5 seconds or taking 5 minutes to recall them :P

The Heroes

Desalith hobbled behind the group, and although his ankle twist wasn't a fatal injury, it would make him considerably slower in comparison to the others. He would naturally need to fight, having dodged a few arrows and shot a few others out of the air with small lightning charges.

"Way I figure it, if we take them out now, that's less looking back later." he prepared for a heavy duty spell, sending several lightning charged orbs to go in all directions that he was being shot at from to create an electric field. His staff began to glow.

Harrowmounts Plight

Here's a few.

Revival has begun// FULL

Bane Thronshield had trekked for several days from his comfortable drinking hole through the elements to reach the old outpost. Once accustomed and hardly fazed by the weather, he cursed and grumbled his way, all the while carrying a large bottle that he took a swig from now and then. Getting lost a few times along the way didn’t help matters. Good thing he started out early, or he would have been late.

He wasn’t sure why he decided to take up the letter and join the Revival. It failed once; there was nothing to indicate it would not fail before it even started again. It may have even been a trap. Still, Bane couldn’t care less - he had nothing to lose anymore. He didn’t remember if he had much to lose in the first place.

He lumbered into the cave and through the old barracks, distinctly hearing voices coming from inside. Better be another bottle here somewhere… He didn’t bother with the door to the officer’s lounge and kicked it open, seeing two figures inside. “Well, I’m here, I’m here,” he grumbled, looking both ways and not finding a chair. Disappointed, he took a last swig from the bottle and threw it out the door.

Such a lack of discipline would have been unthinkable seven years ago, but living out of a bottle for seven years did much to the warrior...

Fantasy nation roleplay?

What's the farthest you will go in terms of gun technology?

Troll the Kitchen Bot

Overpriced crap that will break in 6 hours, with customer service that will redirect you to seven different countries before redirecting you to someone speaking fluent pig latin that causes you to smash your phone, and a website that will download god knows what metric ton of adware, no doubt.