Bartimaeus

Royal Rumble!

Samoth returned his phone to his cargo pocket as the group reached the top of the staircase, which actually held up to the weight of the students without falling through. As the others began to congregate at the top of the stairs, an soft, ominous tune swept throughout the hall quietly.

"It's a melody, I hear in my memory... Every now and then I hear them calling out to me. They say: Won't you come here? When I'm my weakest and feel nothing can rescue me. Every now and then, I see the glimpse of someones silhouette. One that I'll never forgive or forget. I'll close my eyes and waiting for the day to appear."

Samoth turned on heel to face the source of the sound. Vittorio. This creep, he thought That was fast.

Samoth quickly began fishing around in his pocket, this time pulling out both his phone and a wireless earpiece. Dialing Alexander's number, he return the phone back to his pocket, and put on the earpiece.

He waited until it finished ringing. "Vittorio, is it?" Samoth shouted down the hall to whom he assumed was Vittorio. "You should stay out of our way if you know what's best for you." he knew Alexander would hear the other boy's name draw conclusion that they were face-to-face.

"Katherine isn't going anywhere. Especially not with you Mephisto bunch. Speaking of.. why are you here? Are you alone? he didn't much expect him to tell the truth, but maybe by initiating conversation, he could get Vittorio to let something slip.

"And know that we can talk face-to-face, I should warm you to cease your crusade against Alto. It will get you nowhere but hurt." he called.

He lowered his voice, now speaking to the other St. Laurel's students"If things come to it, which they very well may, let me handle him. His form shouldn't stand to contact with my powers." he said reassuringly.

"Spill what you know. What happened to the lost students." Vittorio somehow had to be involved. I couldn't be a coincidence that a Mephisto student was here at the same time as them. He knew something.

Royal Rumble!

Yeah, my definite favorite is the pickpocket Mephisto.
For Alto your favorite is the best to me.
King, I didn't really like those that much, but man in action seems the most appealing to me.
Clara's two last pics and the Demon pic are nice also. Demon best probs.

Thanks Gentleman!

Royal Rumble!

Samoth watched as the beast was chipped down before him. A seemingly endless barrage of varying attacks seemed to melt its strength. He saw Cassius make his move, leaping into the air above their foe before launching himself from the ceiling and propelling himself into a devastating explosive attack aimed at the hell-creature.

The smoke began clearing itself from the radius of the attack, revealing a coughing, char-covered Cassius, along with the form of an ashen tiger, lying prone behind him.

"Well, shall we?" he said.

"Let's." Samoth said, walking towards the stairs. "We weren't warned about that kind of beast being in here. Someone could have got hurt if they were alone with that thing. Keep your eyes open."

Royal Rumble!

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Aram arrived at Brutus' side as the other student acknowledged his presence. He seemed to be focused on the task at hand, as usual. Hmm..I should probably ask to take the "Bing Bong" sword off his hands if he doesn't know how to use it.
He began to open his mouth to state his observation when Brutus asserted his own, turning after the words and approaching a nearby fire escape. The other boy lept up to the hanging structure, and pulled himself up, soon entering the building through a shattered window of the third floor.

His power has magnificent potential, he thought. I respect him for being able to control such a violent element with only his body. He himself approached the area under the fire escape, and after clasping his hands together, the circle on his left palm began to glow black. He placed his hands on the ground, and the earth under him began to rise as it pushed itself to elevate him to the desired 3rd floor level.
Aram stepped off of the earthen pillar, allowing it to fall back to its original resting place.

He stepped through the window after Brutus, I think i'll let him lead this, he thought.

Entering the room, he saw two small, charred bodies, and looked away from the gruesome scene. Never was much for gorr. he thought. He tried to ignore them, and walked towards the hall where he saw Brutus standing.

"Hey Brutus, if you like I can take that sword off ya. I'm pretty well versed in the applications of such weaponry." He took a step into the hall with him, examining his surroundings. This place really is old, he thought. Even older than what it looks from the outside. He studied the integrity of the building. There were aged, rotting objects scattered across all parts of the structure. Paintings, tables, chairs, walls themselves.. all decrepit and weary. While he could put some of the objects in this house to great use with his Alchemy, using the building itself was out of the question. He didn't want to risk collapsing the building in on itself, so messing with its integrity is a big nono.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Gotta quick question for ya, Guardian.

How friendly are you to homebrew(or material from the web)? It isn't a necessity for me, but I'd like to know so I can start assessing my character options.

If you'd like an example of what I'm going for, I was thinking about playing as a Skeleton if brew is allowed.

Word association Game!

rapier

Ban the Person above you

Ban because you like Zettai Ryuoiki..

Whatever the hell that is
:P

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