BKburke

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Good to me.

The Hero has betrayed us

@Cuccoruler

he auto hit his own character using his own character.

The Hero has betrayed us

I'm waiting for a reaction from Sven and such.

The Hero has betrayed us

@ArenaSnow

Question, is your character inside the orc to control it?

The Hero has betrayed us

Astiroth unsheathed his blade and charged at several orcs that were distracted attacking town guards. With one swing, his blade had decapitated two of them. The other orc turned his attention too late and was met with sharp blade in the middle of his skull. "Leave quickly!" He shouted to the guards. Jason turned his attention to other orcs with the entent of thinning the herd. If the orcs all turned their attention to the group before their numbers were dwindled then it could lead to a rather big problem.

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Masrith only turned a small gaze toward the new group. "Their numbers are rather split. Killing them wouldn't be an issue." He turned back toward several humans that seemed to be in a dormant state, unhindered by the feelings of dread that plagued the rest of the town. "I would hate to lose test subjects. Sven, have Tysetaz kill them. He looks as if he has been waiting for a worthy group. Something to warm him up may be appreciated." Masrith snapped his fingers, this led to an orc bringing a rather large metal case. "I suppose I could do a little field work. He kneeled down and opened the case and began to do something that looked like prepping equipment.

The Hero has betrayed us

@ArenaSnow

I understand. Sorry if I sounded aggressive in any way.

The Hero has betrayed us

@ArenaSnow

They were two different paragraphs and the first sentence of the second paragraph physically describes a different character. But I will add the code from now on

The Hero has betrayed us

Astiroth gazed at the village. "Well I'll be damned." He watched as the monk Feon and Leila ran to the village. "Hey! You got a death wish!?" He stood in a brief silence after when his words were not heeded. "Well guess we could die together. Fight him before he gets stronger." With those last words. He readied his katana and rush after Feon and the village.

Right beside Sven stood a horrid abomination of a creature. Purple skin and snow white eyes with tentacles draping fron where his mouth would be. Masrith looked down to see a book. He picked it up and opened it. "Oh. I don't have this in my collection, I-." He was caught off by a detection of new thoughts. Thoughts he could not read but thoughts he could detect. "Sven, a group is approaching from the east." He turned to a human who was running in panick. His mind immediately became dominated. "I will find out more." The human would begin to run toward the group to act as the one who got away. With this and the classic hero group in mind, he would easily get a better look at the group.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Platform 772 remained silent the entire time he followed Stryker...well, as silent as metal marching could be. Once they reached its quarters it spoke up. "With respect, this unit does not require a 'living' space. Waiting in our designated area was within acceptable perrameters."

772 waited while receiving tactile uploads. Analyzing them tactical errors. He would transmit the data to the other units. After reviewing the data, he would contact Stryker through his built in communicator. "Stryker, pardon my intrusion but I wish to assess my units role. Are we to act as decoys our be installed with equipment that allow us to provide more support to the team?"

Real Heroes come from the Dead (title pending)

A warriors death is not as glorious as they say. You fight for way to they say is the right cause but that does not protect you from the charge of murder. You stand in a cold dark land remnant of an abyss. Forced tout bear your armor, your weapons, your regret for eternity. The weight is unbearable but it is also eternal. Aso you walk on forever, you see a green light. Such light has never been cast in this land. Several others have also been mesmerizedoing by it. You approach only to be met with a tall hooded figure bearing an all to memorable black scythe. "I'm glad to have caught your attention." The hooded figure says. "I can offer a walk of peace, a freedom from the burden that is the endless wight of your armor." The figure waves his hand revealing nothing more than the bone of his fingers. "The world is corrupted. Demons hide, polluting the minds of the world's leaders...but of course, demons are powerful. What would simple Knights and thieves and mages do?" The green flam flickers and splits. It coils around allowing you to feel warmth again. "You will be my spectres. The power of the dead flows through you. The stronger your resolve. The more power you can pull from this forsaken realm. Now go. I will explain more when you reach the mortal plain." The hooded figure turns to walk away. "Know this, complete this and succeed, and you will be granted a new life. A life free of the cold, free from the shackles of war. I will grant you peace...if the demons don't steal you."

So, in this rp, you were a warrior. Whether you were a knight, an assassin, or even a mage. You all died by the same cause, war. Brought to a land far below what was promised. You walked the wasteland of a hollow world forced to carry the burdens of your weapons and armor. However, death has come to you. Demons have begun to spread their corruption among the kings of the the world. You are one of the few who will return to the mortal world, but not as who you once we're, as a spectre. The hand of death. Where the wicked go, you follow. You must stop the demons that plague this land and free the people before the demons can corrupt them all.

Not the best description so if you have any questions then please feel free to ask.