BunniesOfDoom

To Hold Back The Dark

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Location: Dogfall Stronghold Interactions: @HyliaIncarnate (Kaijin Serelith)

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Off the shore of the Dogfall stronghold, a fiery light began to appear just under the water’s surface. The water began to roil and as the light moved, the boiling water followed its path. Steam began to rise as two large horns finally broke the surface. Any moisture that was previously on them was burned away from the intense heat they were producing. As Algrimar stepped through the tide, his body slowly rising with each step, the water around him reacted violently to his heat. It bubbled and popped, steam bellowing out as if to provide the monster of a man some kind of protection from the cool night air. As he finally stepped out on the rocky shore, the sand beneath his feet sizzled with each new step. He left scorched footprints in his wake as he casually took his time to approach the stronghold, a vicious grin on his face.

He was a monster of a man. Standing at almost 8 feet of height, he towered over the Light Bearers. Truly a visage of demonic fire, his body looked to be made of cooled lava, cracks forming along the muscle lines and exposing a deep burning fire from within. His face resembled a carved skull, his eyes two burning orbs within the black sockets. With claws on each finger and terrible spikes protruding from dangerous places along his body, he could ferry fear and despair into the hearts of any that looked upon him. And he was not alone.

Kaiji had gone off ahead. The boy didn’t seem to have the same appreciation for headon tactics like Algrimar did. He was more of a sly Grim, one who used his human visage to his advantage to get behind their protections and disarm them from within. Algrimar much rathered face his enemies face to face before burning them to ash. It was more fun but Kaiji held his own skills. He could corrupt the sigils. That was an ability that even Algrimar couldn’t ignore and as Kaiji took advantage of the sliver of an opening the guards provided them, Algrimar called out to the stronghold.

”Rejoice, meager humans.” His voice reverberated through his chest, a deep gravelly sound that rang out over the snarling sounds of the lesser grim around him. He threw his arms out to his sides, his fiery eyes dancing in the dark of the night. “For I have come to grant you salvation!” He continued his casual pace as he approached the stronghold, drilling his gaze into the gloriously bright sigil that barracked him and his fiends from making their grand entrance.

”I will be your light!” He paused just a few feet from the sturdy wall, the vicious grin on his face growing to crack his face in two. He inhaled deeply before he opened his mouth wide and unleashed a blast of hell fire upon sigil and stronghold walls. The flames crashed into the sigil, disbursing in all directions as the light held strong against his attack.

When the attack finally ended, Algrimar only smiled, a thin wisp of smoke rising from his jaws. It would only be a matter of time before that sigil fell and he and his troops made their way within the walls. Despite his dislike of lesser grim, Kaiji was skilled at what he did.

To Hold Back The Dark

I'll finally introduce big baddie in the next post.

@tealrootssss You are free to do what you like, of course. But I would recommend somehow incorporating your character into the action, somehow. I think you would find the rp experience far more entertaining that way

Blackguards of The Moonsea

Serphia gave a swift nod as the wizard said he was ready. She led the way out of that hallway, heading into the one where she had found the guard. Along the way, she grabbed at Arloke’s silk, pulling it from the ceiling and balling it in her hands. This silk wasn’t sticky like the rest. It was a support strand to help him if he were to lose his footing and fall from the ceiling as he crawled. It was sturdy and as she balled it up, was quickly turning into a decent weapon she could throw if she had to, though she was more interested in feeding the silk back to Arloke after they escaped this accursed place.

As they passed along the iron enforced doors, the assassin took a moment to peer into the cells. Most were empty but a few held criminals bound to the wall just as she had been. She took note of the larger looking men within the cells. They could do some serious damage if left to their own devices. She would find a way to free them if she and the mage found themselves between a rock and a hard place. It wasn’t ideal to step into a situation you didn’t fully prepare for, though she could do it when the need arose. She did have a few meager spells under her belt, though magic was not her speciality, and she had Arloke. The two had worked together ever since she hatched the critter from its egg. She didn’t imagine they would need the help of the other prisoners but one never knew. It was good to have a backup plan.

Serphia paused at the stairs, dropping her body low so as to not be seen. Her eyes scanned the room of guards with a frown. The fireplace made it impossible to sneak into that room without being seen unless she cast Umbral Shroud. She peered down around them, taking note of the many shadows that littered the small stairwell. The ability would allow her to step into the room but that would be about it. She would have to douse the fire if she wanted to be able to work properly.

When the mage signaled for her to move down the stairs, she slowly slid her body along, her purple eyes locking on him as he explained what they could do if he had the proper components. Her eyes moved to the ball of silk she still had in her palm and gave a small nod. She slowly reached back to pass the silk to Arloke who diligently wove it into the current threads holding him to her back.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.” She said as she peered up the stairs again, her heightened hearing listening for any sudden movement from the guards. All she heard from them thus far were chatter and grumbling. Someone must have been losing rather badly at their card game.

The problem would be ridding the room of the guards. Ideas flew through her head at a million thoughts a second. It would not be the first time she took out a room of people but she usually had the time and means to prepare, poison in their drinks, torches mysteriously missing but now she had to think of a way to handle this situation without any preparation, or her items.

She gave a few quick clicks of her tongue and Arloke slowly lowered himself off her back. She reached out to scratch him thoughtfully as he came to settle just next to her on the stairs. Slowly Serphia moved back up to the lip of the stairs, peering into the room as she tried to come up with a tactic. She needed to put that fire out if she wanted to have any chance to take these men out. She peered up at the top of the doorway, finding a sturdy looking frame. An idea began to brew in her mind as she quietly jumped up, grabbing a hold of the frame and quickly pulled herself up. Arloke hurried along the wall, seeking to stay as close to her side as possible.

She paused a moment, balancing precariously as she listened for any change in the sounds from the other side of the room. The three guards didn’t seem to notice and she still heard the loud snoring from the one in the chair. With a wave of her hand, she called the shadows to her, encasing herself in their darkness and disappearing into the abyss. She dropped down on a knee, using one hand and her leg as a clasp to hold onto the door frame as she peered into the room beyond. The fire lit up quite a bit of the room but there were places where its light didn’t touch, mostly the wall that the fireplace was built into. A large pot of something steaming was hovering over the flames and a few skewers of pork roasting right by the fire.

That wasn’t too helpful to her as she moved her gaze from the room down to Arloke. She needed a distraction and though she didn’t like using her beloved pet as such, she had no choice in this matter. She clicked her tongue a few times, exposing her hand from the shadow cloak so that Arloke could see her point to the table of men. His eyes moved from her to the table before he began to crawl along the wall, slipping out from the hallway and scurrying along the ceiling.

Covering herself in the shadow once more, she watched as the large spider made his way towards the middle of the room, pausing a moment just over the table. He waited there for her signal and as she let out a low whistle, he dropped down directly into the middle of the table. Chips and cards went flying in every direction as the large spider landed, the guards staring at him in confusion for only a moment before that confusion turned into disgust and anger. Shouts began to sound as the guards got to their feet, pulling their swords and getting ready to attack her spider friend.

Serphia moved then, flipping through the doorway and into the room. Moving as fast as her legs would take her, she made her way to the fireplace, her shadows slowly pulling away from her to expose her once more as she drew closer and closer to the flames. With a swift kick to the pot that was sitting just inside the fireplace, she watched in relief as the large pot of stew overturned and spilled out onto the flames, dousing the fire with the sounds of harsh sizzling. Smoke poured into the room and Serphia called the shadows to her once more. She whirled around to see Arloke frantically trying to get off the table as the guards took swings at him.

She rushed forward, sending a swift kick to one of the guard's knees directly before her. The surprised man yelp out as he found that leg no longer supporting his weight and dropped to that knee. Serphia vaulted over him and grabbed a hold of Arloke before she threw him up and towards the ceiling. The spider latched onto the rafters above with some well placed silk as Serphia turned onto the four men in the room, the sleeping one having woken up the moment the ruckus began.

Time to get to business.

New Horizons (BunniesofDoomxHyliaIncarnate)

Eliot laughed when she said that his words were the nicest thing anyone ever said about the pineapple and cheese combination. “Well someone has to eat it enough for it to be offered as an option here, right? And I haven’t exactly seen you eating every piece of it. So there has got to be others who like it too. You’re not alone in your taste.”

He took his phone back from her with a wink, sending his own message in response. “Fan of The Princess Bride”. He slipped his phone back into his pocket just as the intercom came to life. He gave a laugh at her comment. “Right? Those student council people have a career in politics, for sure. How does one even become part of the student council? Do they hold an election each year? Or is it a tyrannical thing where once they get the title, they hold it till they die.”

Eliot flashed his new friend a smile when she moved along with him to begin picking up trash and clearing the area. It was nice to see it. Some people would just clean up their own mess and not bother with others. It showed just her character as she moved beside him. Between the two of them, they had the table cleared of any trash. He grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands on it before idly tossing it in the trash can.

When she flashed him that smile, Eliot felt his heart skip a beat. It was such a genuine and gentle smile. He hadn’t seen one like that in a long while. It caused his own smile to soften at the sight.

“Waffle House?!” He let out a low chuckle as he shook his head. He peered down at his watch once more before giving a shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah. You know what, I’m not ready for bed just yet. Waffle House sounds good to me. Do you drive? I got a car parked not far from here. I could take us. And I can’t promise you won’t encounter anymore armchair ambushes. Though it’ll probably be some other poor chap that would have to endure it.”

Umbra Rose Condos

Iris Madril

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Location: Building 2, Her Room
Interactions: Lilith @Foster

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The wolf’s ears dropped back when the spider woman said that their little hunt was only catch and release. ”I- that’s- I can totally just catch and release! It’s not- that hard!” She wolf huffed indignantly as she pouted. However, when Lilith stepped up to wrap her legs around Iris in a tight hug, the wolf softened and smiled just slightly. “Hey, yo, no need to go getting all sentimental on me!” The wolf watched her hurry off, an eyebrow quirked up in surprise. Did she say bullwhip? She wasn’t going to use that thing on Iris, was she?

Slowly the wolf trotted out into the hallway, the pads of its feet producing no sound as it went. It’s ears perked this way and that, listening intently to the sounds of the building. They were hunting gremlins. Those are nasty little, stinky fellows that liked to mess with things they shouldn’t be getting their hands on. When she heard the sound of claws clicking along tiles, she peered up to the ceiling and saw Lilith making her way back towards the werewolf.

The wolf sat down in the middle of the hall, watching as the woman drew closer and closer. As she instructed the canine on how they should start their hunt, the wolf’s tail began to swish excitedly on the ground. A wolfish grin crossed her face as she stretched out, her front paws reaching out wide in front of her, her sharp claws making clicking sounds on the tile. “It shouldn’t take too long to get their scent.” She straightened once again, standing on all four paws as she rose her head into the air and took a deep inhale.

A flurry of scents flooded her senses. Lilith, Eilidh, Max, and a few other residents that lived on that floor. Thankfully, most the monsters in this building were more on the recluse side so she didn’t have to worry about too many different scents to sort through. And just behind the smells of her friends lingered the scent of those gremlin bastards.

Her eyes snapped closed as she took another long inhale of breath. Oh yeah. That was definitely the gremlin scent. Locking onto it, she dropped her head to the ground and inhaled again. There it was! Just beside her feet and along the wall. Hackles rose slightly as she took off down the hall, following the scent as it streamed through the building. She found another one that had joined the current one she was tracking, and a few feet down the way, another joined the line. She may have found a whole horde of them or possibly their little secret hiding spot.

She came to a closet, a small hole drilled through the bottom of the frame. She stuck her nose into the hole and took a deep inhale. Sure enough, the room stank of gremlins. Her ears perked forward as she listened, hearing things rustling around in there. Blue eyes flashed as she peered back at Lilith, a broad predatory grin on her face.

Got some.

To Hold Back The Dark

@IAmTheIsland
I thought someone had randomly posted a character lol. I was about to get frustrated.

Blackguards of The Moonsea

His face was his best feature? Serphia locked her eyes on him, quickly scanning his figure then his face. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, dark black hair; she could see the appeal. He wasn’t an eyesore to gaze upon. However, it was power that attracted most drow eyes to their partner. She would have to see him in battle to judge just how attractive he truly was. She would get a chance to judge him properly in the coming time.

When he comments on her telling him she had a pet spider, her eyes turned from Arloke to the man now knelt by her side. “Why would I share any information with a man who could have left me for dead the moment he was free from his cell?” Her eyebrows quirked up as she gazed upon him, not truly seeking an answer from him but to simply show how foolish of a statement that was. “And what is your fascination with tits and arses? Surely you have a much better curse than that at hand?”

When her shackles were finally released, she dropped her arms and gave them a violent shake. Her elbows were slightly stiff from being locked in the bent position for hours and her fingers tingled painful as the blood flow was finally returned to them. “I thank you.” She said quietly to the mage before turning her eyes back upon her spider. “Arloke, my bag, if you please.” The spider lowered itself the rest of the way to the ground and scurried forward until it was crawling into her lap. Strapped to its abdomen by spider silk was a medium sized satchel. Serphia took the satchel from off the spider after giving it a loving pat to the top of its head.

“They took everything I had,” she grumbled as she began to dig through the bag. Finally she found what she was looking for and pulled free a dagger with its belt, still tightly tucked into its sheath. “I need to get my weapons and armor back.” She placed the dagger on the ground next to her before continuing to dig. Next out of her bag was a water skin that she silently tossed to the mage. She wasn’t sure the last time the human had anything to drink and she wasn’t going to be lugging around an unconscious man, so he had better drink up. She gave her word she would get them both out of that prison but she wasn’t willing to do it while hauling dead weight. He would have to hold his own. “It’s not poisoned,” she said as he turned her eyes on the mage. “Just water. I made a promise to you. I intend to keep it.” She wouldn’t hesitate to leave him behind, but her pride made her want to follow through to the best of her ability.

Last to come from her satchel was a leather bracer that she quickly slid onto her wrist and tightened. This one wasn’t meant for fighting. It was only protection as she sharpened her blades, especially her poisoned ones. However, it was all she had in means of armor. It would allow her to perform arm blocks, or at least direct a sword that would come at her. It wouldn’t protect against a strong blow but it was some kind of defense, meager as it was. She placed the satchel back in Arloke’s silken threads before beginning to rise. The spider scurried off her lap as she finally stood to her full height for the first time in half a day. She let out a low groan as she stretched, pulling the tension free from her lower back at last.

Her purple eyes locked on the man in front of her as he introduced himself. She stood there silent for a moment, pondering the best course of action before she finally spoke up. “I will give you my name when we leave this place alive.” She bent down to pick up her dagger off the ground before securing it to her waist by its belt strap. “Until then, you may just call me Assassin.” With that, she scooped up Arloke before depositing him on her shoulder. The spider shuffled a moment before securing itself to her back, its abdomen pointed upwards, with a few strands of spider silk. It settled in as she jostled him a time or two until he was comfortably situated there. High in the rafters, she could see the silken threads Arloke had used as secure lines while he scurried along the ceiling. She could follow those lines to where they had kept her bag, and most likely, the rest of her things. With a loving scratch to the spider’s leg along her side, she began to walk.

She listened intently to every noise that carried down through the stone halls. Her darkvision allowed her to see even in the darkest of rooms. She was silent as she walked, her body slightly hunched over at the waist so she wasn’t at direct eyeline in case they encountered anyone as they progressed. Slowly, she approached the end of the hall, listening for any hint of people on the other side. The sound of footsteps echoed softly in the distance and she held a hand out to let the mage know to wait there for her. She lowered her center of mass even more as she crouched down. She deliberately unsheathed her dagger before giving a quiet click of her tongue. Arloke shuffled just slightly as she silently made her way into the adjoined hallway.

As the footsteps slowly grew louder, Serphia raised hand just over Arloke’s abdomen and gave a quiet click. The spider produced a sticky glob of silk into her palm before she moved her hand back to her side, the glob of silk in one hand and the dagger in the other. Her dark skin provided her with a bit of protection from being spotted too quickly and when she slapped her hand onto the guard’s mouth from behind, he was none the wiser. The silken glob filled his mouth and covered his nose, keeping him from screaming out and alerting anyone else that may be down the hall. She brought her dagger up and through the ribcage, quickly piercing his heart as she slowly dragged him back away from any possibly looking eyes. The man struggled for a moment, muffled cries getting stuck within the multitude of silken threads. He thrashed in her grasp, trying to pull the dagger out from between his ribs. She gave the blade a sickening twist. He convulsed a moment, unable to take a breath through the silken mess on his face before he finally went still. Dagger still in his side to not get blood all over her tunic, she moved quickly.

Dragging the corpse of the guard back into the hallway where the mage was told to wait, she only spared the magical man a quick gaze as she hurried past him and brought the dead man into her cell. Judging by how little they came to check on her during her stay, she imagined this part of the dungeon didn’t see much action. Perhaps it was too far from the main office and the guards were simply lazy. Nonetheless, she found this one just down the hall. So she would have to be careful where she hid the bodies and continue forward. It was bound to only grow more active as they moved deeper into the prison.

“He was the only one I heard in the halls for now.” She said as she situated the body onto its back, pulling her dagger free and slowly closing the man’s eyes. She pulled the silk from his face and snapped his jaws shut once more. He may have had to die for her pride, but she wouldn’t deny him some dignity in his final resting place, even if it was in the very cell they kept her locked in. She wiped her dagger upon his pants before straightening once more. “I’m sure there will be more the closer to the exit we get.”

She flicked her silver hair out of her face. Some days she regretted cutting off her long braid. At least that way her hair was tightly secured and didn’t fall into her face as often. With this short bob, she found herself constantly tossing her head or having to physically move the bangs from her eyes, especially during a fight. It was tedious and annoying. With a frustrated huff, she turned her eyes onto the mage.

“Ready?”

Umbra Rose Condos

@BunniesOfDoom Fun werewolf mythology

Also, randomly pictured Lilith riding a skateboard, utterly shredding it, wearing a maid-outfit to match the rest of the staff.

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