BayRat

The Outcasts secret society. low advanced dark fantasy sci-fi

@Greenie

Alright sorry to hear.

Where No Man Treads | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western [ Accepting ]

What do you guys think? A nonmage wyvern rider or a mage with dragon based magic?

Where No Man Treads | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western [ Accepting ]

I might add a second character later for either as a backup or to use later on

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Aziraphale

And she has also successfully struck fear into a monster twice her size and over 6 times her age.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Aziraphale

Jackal was blinded by the bright sorceries of the ship. The lighting, bright crafts of the vessel was a bit much to what he was used to, but he didn't bother in trying to understand it. Instead he walked over to the crates left to them. He had trouble reading English characters, but he managed to make out his name on one of the crates. Upon opening his crate, to his delight, he found his religious symbols and took them with the hand on his left wing carefully, so as to no break them by accident. He then looked around him to see his other, smaller teammates. He knew he had to be acquainted with all of them eventually, but for now curiosity and intrigue had given him the thought of seeking one of the girls that complimented him earlier. However he couldn't seem to find her. Walking further he would let out his forked tongue, which slithered and rattled out from his lips and licked the air. He didn't know everyone's scent well, as due to their brief encounters, but he could make out a trail of scent much farther then the other sources. He followed the scent, occasionally banging into walls and doorways to his size and not paying attention. Occasionally he would get onto all fours and move from side to side much like the motion of a monitor lizard. He only stopped to have his tongue lick the air.

Eventually, he reached what was called the engine room. Though the matter in which he got there was far more tedious then the normal route since he doesn't understand the ship's layout. Various noises filled the room to his annoyance, both from machinery of the ship and from tools farther in the room. As he entered, he would get on his two hands and feet, crawling like a lizard once more. He moved slowly and silently, like a predator stalking his prey, old habits die hard. Occasionally, his tail would hit a piece of metal or a claw struck the floor, that and his faintly glowing eyes could give away his presence.The heat from the loud engines distracting him. The firey sorcery attracted the beast to crawl over it, making some noise of tough claws over quality metal as he crawled on top a burning hot piece of magic. To most, the heat would burn skin off bone, but the Gorgas thrives in these temperatures, in fact it was a nice escape from the cold atmosphere of the ship. His yellow eyes fell upon the girl, as he ended up a bit above her and to the side. He was in good view of watching her work on her arm.

Witchcraft. The primitive dragon thought.

As stories told by his elders when he was a hatchling, witches were not to be trifled with. They had supernatural and other wordly powers that are to be feared and ostracized. A cold chill ran down the otherwise intimidating reptile. That arm was certainly other-wordly. In fact it wasn't just her arm, but her legs too.
Jackal watched in silence as the witch finished her craft of the dark arts. In fear he thought how could she be an ally and should she be trusted. Perhaps her interest was a mere lure to turn the poor runt of a hellkite into lizard stew.

Where No Man Treads | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western [ Accepting ]

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Where No Man Treads | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western [ Accepting ]

Click, click, click. A spark or two had appeared from the lighter, but nothing much to light Jason's cigar. Frustrated he tossed aside the lighter and placed a palm over his temples beneath his hat. He had heard he'd hear more detail for his assignment in this town, but taking business in public wasn't wise. Even though he is not an official mage, nor bears a mark of it, his necromancy had become infamous. Which had its perks, of course, but not without the costs.

Someone confirmed an example of this, when people pointed out the stranger's mark and criticized him for his background of a mage. Least a normal mage aren't inherently evil. The curse of dark arts that Jason bears is void of any redemption, his own existence was a sin. While employers can tolerate it for his useful service, he didn't like to take things public.

Taking another look at the stranger, talking to someone else. He overheard a name and advertisement. This had to be about the job. He didn't know who he would be working with, but he knew he wasn't the only one taking it. This was what he was waiting for.

Jason stood up from his lonesome table, and walked some paces towards the two. "Heard something about a business. I reckon this is where I'm supposed to be..." He paused, Jason was a much more frail and smaller figure compared to the more burly men here, though that wasn't to say he didn't have any muscle or fitness in him, but at a first glance he was rather unintimidating. However he placed a hand upon Mr. Flynt's shoulder. His touch was cold, dead cold, and stiff, like a corpse. The look in his eyes was void of emotion other then a serious tone. Looking past Flynt's to the other man he continued, "Dead hand Jason ring a bell?"

(OPEN) Shades: The Inner Demons of society interest check (Low-Advanced Grimdark Jojo's Bizarre-esque rp)

Jackal his behind a dumpster. his heart was racing but his eyes were wild and bore a wicked grin. In his palm was a handful of cash. "Where did he go?!" Yelled one thug, armed with a baseball bat. "In here!" Shouted another, darting into the dark alleyway with his knife drawn. Jackal snickered silently and waited. Footsteps raced, and at the right moment the first thug found his face bashed by a trashcan lid. Jackal, on the other end, lifted the lid and slammed it over his head, knocking him out.

The other thug tried to swing at him with a baseball bat, but jackal dodged. However he made an error, and slipped onto his back. The thug was about to bash him in, but he suddenly burst into flames. The thug screamed into the empty street trying to put himself out. Jackal could see a black shadowy dragon whisp to his side. He stared at the beast for a good while, the thug didnt say anything about this monster either. Jackal got up carefully, and started backing away. The dragon continued to follow him, not aggressively,however. It lingered near him like a gentle breeze. He would hold his hand out carefully to the beast, staring at its white empty eyes, and the dragon stared back, shrinking and morphing into a more serpentine form, then coiled up his arm and mounted onto his shoulder. Jackal was both suprised and confused by this apparition-like creature, and unsure of what to do with it. He looked at his surroundings, an empty alley al around him.

Where did you come from? he thought.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

@WanderingSpirit yeah I'm not to sure how strong Lancelot should be, I put those stats in and I'm waiting for the thoughts on the gm to see if it should be nerfed. And the dragon form is only used when necessary, because otherwise its too dangerous for civilian and allies to be around, let alone cities. But that brings up a good question.

@MrDidact@Polyphemus

What are the levels of how strong the villains would be?

Edit: I also had a thought that at some points for events or when Lancelot does need to turn into a dragon, kilgarrah takes over so the team now has to neutralize him.

(OPEN) Shades: The Inner Demons of society interest check (Low-Advanced Grimdark Jojo's Bizarre-esque rp)

I'll get a post up soon