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7 yrs ago
Current I'm now a professional physicist. Isn't that awesome?
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Exams are done! I'm free!
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8 yrs ago
"Life is complex - it has real and imaginary parts."
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9 yrs ago
Science doesn't rest
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Reason Reified, Lord Logiker, Sciencomancer Superbus

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I am a Roleplayer with an interest in science fiction and fantasy, with a preference for Casual. I have been roleplaying for several years, and have even taken a stab at running a few RPs.

Outside the Guild, I am an Australian science student, gamer, musician and roleplayer (that's right, IRL too).


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As D'Artagnan walked over Torrens looked down to the rabbitfolk warrior. He was an unexpected ally, Torrens thought, although definitely capable. Whether he was up to the whole evil business he wasn't sure. The rabbit may as well stick around for now, though.

"We need to frame the humans for this raid. You know, to incite war between the local nations so that its easier for us to come in and conquer them both. Standard evil overlord scheme," Torrens told D'Artagnan. He then announced to the rest of the group, "I'm going to cremate some bug corpses. If anyone wants to help me out by gathering them all in a heap that will be greatly appreciated."

Torrens then turned, waved and left, heading down the stone streets towards where the battlefronts were.
Torrens watched the death throes of the demon from the safe distance of where he had been flung to by the explosion. When he was spontaneously covered in a spiral of fire, he turned around, spotted Emily and gave her a salute in gratitude. It wasn't much energy, but it gave him a small lift after having lost a large portion of his own energy.

As the imps surged out to loot the outpost, Torrens made his way to the Master, along with the rest of the Horde. As seemed to be the trend with the Keeper, no mention was made of the giant demon which only he could have summoned. The question of how to mask this slaughter as being committed by the humans was raised, albeit in a rather offhand manner, and Torrens, after a moment's thought, gave an answer. "The first thing to do would be to get rid of all the insect corpses and replace them with human ones. Make sure they look like soldiers who died in battle." He thought a little more, then added, "Although not too many. Humans tend to bury their dead or something like that."
@Eviledd1984, that's fine. There really isn't much to post until @Cyclone posts a response for that giant demon.
Torrens had only a moment to appreciate that he was not alone in this fight when he had to dive out of the way of a giant demon fist crashing into the ground where he stood a mere moment ago, shattering the chiseled stone road. While Torrens might be quite durable, he had no intention of standing there and getting pummeled. Instead he weaved and jumped and dodged out of the way of the demon's multiple fists, making his way to the feet of the gargantuan demon. Down here he was mostly clear from the arms, but not from stomping feet. But this was all part of Torrens' plan. As the demon raised one foot, Torrens took a couple of swift strides towards the other foot and threw himself bodily at it, reaching out with his hand for the demon's ankle. As soon as it touched, or at least came near, Torrens released several megajoules of energy in a single instant, a force equivalent to a couple of kilograms of TNT. This explosion should be sufficient to at the very least break the giant demon's ankle, if not sever its foot entirely.

The blast also sent Torrens tumbling down the road like a ragdoll, trailing fire wherever he struck the ground. As soon as he came to rest, though, Torrens sprung right back to his feet, ready to fight or run as necessary. As usual, Torrens was unscathed by the ordeal, although his incandescence was slightly yet visibly weaker than before.
As the demon charged towards them, Torrens sighed and muttered a curse. Torrens turned his head to look down at D'Artagnan. "Unless you have a magical sword of demon slaying, then I would recommend that you leg it. That little knife isn't going to do any real harm to this monster." As he looked back to the demon and began plotting his angle of attack, Torrens added, "Besides, all the dwarves are fleeing too. You should probably chase them down. I'll hold back this guy."

As Torrens moved into a battle-ready stance, though, he was still apprehensive about this encounter. The simple technique of burning it before it reached him wouldn't work all that well, so exactly what he did would depend strongly on what the demon did. Would it pick him up? Try to eat him? Slobber lava over him? Stomp on him? Throw him away? He would have to be adaptable.

Before the demon reached him, Torrens pointed his fingers towards the demon's head, took careful aim, and fired two bolts of white-hot plasma at the demon's eyes. It was a long shot- the demon seemed fire-immune, which probably still held true for temperatures a couple thousand degrees above normal, so it wouldn't burn; the eyes were small, erratically moving targets, which would make it a difficult shot even for Torrens; and if the demon had a blink reflex it would probably blink and mitigate a good portion of the damage- but Torrens hoped that the intense energy behind such shots, or even just the very bright light, would at least temporarily stunt its vision.

By now Torrens was out of time and the demon was on top of him, so Torrens sprang into motion, ready to dodge and weave and in general be tricky to catch.
@Eviledd1984, that will depend on how long it takes for Cyclone to make to post he promised.
@Eviledd1984, that's understandable. We haven't got a response from the giant demon who just walked in.
@BBeast

Diplomacy. Pffft.


Well, it does have the capacity to speak, so I figured it was worth a shot. A bit of a stretch, perhaps, but still worth trying
The gigantic demon crashing through the buildings was a bit of a surprise to Torrens. He guessed it must have been summoned by the Master to wreak havoc on the outpost, although it seemed that yet again the Master had overlooked potential severe collateral damage. The gargantuan demon had paused in its charge to some tunnel and seemed to take a moment to reassess its course of action, before turning and searching the streets, its eyes resting on Torrens. It seemed angry, vengeful, all signs of a demon who had just broken free from enslavement.

Torrens sighed. This towering demon with glowing incandescence and sulphurous breath was almost certainly immune to fire. "I hate fireproof enemies," he muttered to himself.

With fighting likely to be incredibly inefficient, Torrens decided to try the diplomatic approach. Cupping his hand around his mouth to project his voice to be heard by the gargantuan demon, he called out, "Hello there, fellow demon. Shall we go slaughter some dwarves together? Hundreds of innocent townspeople must be cowering around here somewhere, ripe for the butchering. Easy pickings, eh?"
@Eviledd1984, in your post you mention multiple demons. However, in Cyclone's post, I most definitely count only one- one very, very big one. You'll probably need to edit your post to better reflect that.
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