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8 yrs ago
Current Seeya next week, Guild. Signing off.
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8 yrs ago
Merry Christmas
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8 yrs ago
Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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8 yrs ago
It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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8 yrs ago
For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Rorngar looked back a little awkwardly, first turning the wrong direction before facing the follower.

"Aye, no problem... no problem..." he said with a half-wave before turning back and continuing to walk towards the city. He could see the tops in the distance, helped by the good weather of course, as there was still a little ways to go yet. He trekked onward, humming the tune some more.




Kozmar noticed the arrival of Gabelle. He had a mixed opinion of her; although she didn't adhere to the rather silly rules of the so-called leadership, he had caught her with a human once. Disgusting, really. The fact that the human didn't last very long was the only saving grace.

"All pawns, in the end." he muttered, walking up to a ledge, with the vast forest ahead. He could have flown over, but between the ever rising threat of visual - he didn't quite want to be seen at this stage - and Mason being more or less a toxic fume when carried, he would have to walk. He brooded as he thought about the past... the future... the world.

It appears that the reply I had posted either glitched out or simply vanished.
Well then, I think we have a full house... :P
Mmm?...
A bloodthirsty sadistic demon meets an uptight slayer of demons angel.

What could go wrong?
Sounds like a fair enough posting order.
Evil has come.





Zargon's Personal Dimension; Zargon

Zargon looked through his scrying crystal upon the town of mortals, now in his true form and with little concern for anyone finding him; for his dimension was located in between the path to Hell and the mortal realm, and obscured from the prying eyes of all that he did not trust. Well, didn't trust at all - he never completely trusted anyone, for that would be a path into weakness.

He saw the town, in its innocence. Some loose demons hadn't done much with the town, but consiering how weak they were he wasn't surprised. It was time to bring a little chaos to the table.

"It will now... begin."

On that note, he sent a summon for his trusty associate, Aezophyl.




Zargon's Personal Dimension; Aezophyl

Wandering the higher stretches of mountains, Aezophyl was glad to have been called; he found the icy peaks to be devoid of anything to do and a detriment to his own powers.

Appearing in his armor in Zargon's dimension, he didn't see Zargon himself. No doubt he was lurking in his true form. It was confirmed when he realized he couldn't see the dark red stone walls, and that they were covered in pitch demon darkness.

"Ah, Zargon. What can I do for you?..."

"The mortal realm is woefully untested. Humanity, gnomes, traitors of our own - they have become... overconfident. They take this universe for granted."

"I shall imbue you with a spell that will hide your true form for one night and today. In that time, find your way into the center of some human gathering place. I need not describe what to do when the time is up and your form is revealed..."

The result, therefore, would be an ambush when most people were sleeping.

If an armored helmet could make a smile, he would be grinning. "Finally... something to do... I will not fail you, Zargon. Not like some of the little minions..." Zargon had used weak demons before to harrass the countryside at the behest of the human mage. It resulted in either desertions or death for most of them involved. Aezophyl would not fail.

He felt the dark, forbidden magics of his ilk spread like lubricant through his armor, until he looked at his arms and saw human limbs, obscured by a dark cloak around his figure. His face would look normal, but his eyes could still give him away...

"I can do little for your eyes, as the spell can only go so far with you. Nonetheless, you can travel in the mass of mortals freely. Good luck..."

On that note, with a flash of red light, Aezophyl appeared on the outskirts of the city. He got up from what had been a kneeling position on the ground, and started walking.

((Players can see him if they wish to, but this is really more of an intro aimed at nobody in particular in wait for anyone who hasn't posted recently to post soon. The real fun is coming up...))
Little wimpy in my book interaction wise, but I'm sure it would pick up if another nation got involved... :)
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