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@Cyclone Cyyyyyyyyyyyyc, I think that Kabby is gonna molest my character..... I need another adult....
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Back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, I got started with writing online on the Spore forums. Man, those were the days. We're talking like 12 years ago 2010-ish!
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
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Considering Umbra technically has ownership of a fife, does that mean he will be staying there until the master sees fit to send him on a mission or to rule over a different location?
You can still do whatever. It was meant as a reward for the guy, not a punishment xD
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Bloody Windows 10. 'Ohh, we are hip, we are what's happening, we have a Critical Error less than a week after we are released'.
You forgot to mention that it prevents the usage of what it thinks are "pirated" software and games
Windows 7 4evar!
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Quick note: Sarin is tough enough to resist whatever the Keeper might throw at her, due to her being an ancient spirit of light being merged with a paladin. However, she won't be able to kill anyone right now. However, she does need to be a threat, so is it okay if Sarin knocks Balothiss unconscious?
I figured she'd make her escape as the Overlord prepared to attack since it's coming time we wrap up this village attack anyways.
She might be able to brush off his black magic and survive him for a while, but simply being divine isn't going to let her defeat him.
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Those volatile orbs of fire hat were the warlock's eyes narrowed at Athinar. The freshly resurrected servant of his wasn't gnashing his teeth and charging wildly, and that was a good sign. It was always inconvenient to reanimate someone and have them remember exactly what killed them since the Master usually had a hand in their deaths and such foul memories always led to further violence or disobedience...no, it was best to have a clean slate.
But was this new Athinar a clean slate? Just how much did he remember? The Overlord would be sure to keep an eye on that one and later probe with some questions. It couldn't hurt to play it safe, after all. If it proved necessary he knew of a few means of "fixing" any defects in this reanimated Athinar's mind and memories.
But in the meantime, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Noticing that Umbra seemed to be waiting for something, he cast a harsh that way. 'What does that fool want?' the Keeper found himself thinking. But then it hit him; how could he have forgotten? "Oh yes, you wanted permission to rule this ravaged waste of a fief. By all means, it is yours. Make the locals slaves to work for our cause, press them into being warriors, use them all as a catalyst in some ritual that will summon us real fighters...it doesn't matter what you do with them or this place, so long as you exploit the resources here for our cause."
It was then that the ever forgetful and absent-minded Keeper had his thoughts and monologue interrupted by the sound of fighting. He turned once again to notice Sarin a second time. Balothiss hadn't killed her yet, and as droll as it might be to watch the two fight, perhaps it was time that he interceded.
Lazily yet deliberately, he menacingly approached with his dark staff in hand.
But was this new Athinar a clean slate? Just how much did he remember? The Overlord would be sure to keep an eye on that one and later probe with some questions. It couldn't hurt to play it safe, after all. If it proved necessary he knew of a few means of "fixing" any defects in this reanimated Athinar's mind and memories.
But in the meantime, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Noticing that Umbra seemed to be waiting for something, he cast a harsh that way. 'What does that fool want?' the Keeper found himself thinking. But then it hit him; how could he have forgotten? "Oh yes, you wanted permission to rule this ravaged waste of a fief. By all means, it is yours. Make the locals slaves to work for our cause, press them into being warriors, use them all as a catalyst in some ritual that will summon us real fighters...it doesn't matter what you do with them or this place, so long as you exploit the resources here for our cause."
It was then that the ever forgetful and absent-minded Keeper had his thoughts and monologue interrupted by the sound of fighting. He turned once again to notice Sarin a second time. Balothiss hadn't killed her yet, and as droll as it might be to watch the two fight, perhaps it was time that he interceded.
Lazily yet deliberately, he menacingly approached with his dark staff in hand.
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Hey everybody, are you all waiting on me? If so, I'm sorry, I was trying to give everyone else an opportunity to post.
I suspect they're waiting on me.
I'll most likely have a post up by this time tomorrow.
Finally caught up! I'll wait until someone else posts so that I can post the collab between me and @Cyclone.
If someone else doesn't post soon I'll just put up that collab. No use having a completed post just sittinng around for a long time.
Also @Kho in our collab I finally responded and now itms your turn, if you didn't check.
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So Athinar's Keeper soul has spared him since the Master really wants a being liek that to serve him, with all of its potential powers tapped...
Of course, it's up to you to decide if the Master managed to resurrect Athinar without making him remember his past. If he doesn't succeed and Athinar is obviously trying to resist, he will most likely attempt some sort of mind control. Best to fake loyalty/stupidity, because fighting the Master in open combat is suicide for just about anyone at this point. You'd have to use treachery and surprise to win.
Of course, it's up to you to decide if the Master managed to resurrect Athinar without making him remember his past. If he doesn't succeed and Athinar is obviously trying to resist, he will most likely attempt some sort of mind control. Best to fake loyalty/stupidity, because fighting the Master in open combat is suicide for just about anyone at this point. You'd have to use treachery and surprise to win.
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While Balothiss and Sarin had a great duel in one corner of the ruined square, their strength seemingly evenly matched at the moment, nothing of the sort happened between the vile Keeper and Athinar. Their strength was far from matched and the treacherous warlock was never one for honor or drawn out duels. That wasn't to say that what happened wasn't dramatic, though. It was quite a horrific spectacle.
The Overlord was struck clear in the head by the flung helmet, caught vulnerable more from surprise than from slow reflexes. The human body began to convulse wildly and stagger backwards. It almost fell to the ground, but some unnatural magic held upright. The demonic Keeper would not suffer the humiliation of being knocked into the dirt by some lowly minion of his! The warlock's mouth opened and emanated a choking sound along with a haze of sulfur and black smoke. Though the warlock's mouth was gaping wide open and his tongue unmoving, a great voice reverberated from deep within his chest. It was a diabolical rasp with the cadence of grinding steel, with cruelty and anger dripping from every word. Without a doubt this was the unadulterated voice of the demon speaking by itself, rather than through its mortal host.
"Fool! Your arrogance is without bounds! Your might is nothing before my own; behold the true power of an elder demon!
Wildly, as if he were a puppet being thrown about by unseen strings, the warlock flung two hands upwards. A bloodcurdling wailing of tortured souls echoed through the town, heralding the two portals to the inferno that appeared on either side of Athinar. Monstrous, demonic arms shot out from those rifts to claw at Athinar and grasp him with all the hunger and desperation of a starving man. The demons below were always hungry for a fresh soul.
Restrained by the claws that tore at and grabbed him, Athinar's forward advance was stopped. Noticing the pitiful antimagic barrier that stood between him and the one that dared challenge him, the Overlord was tempted to simply conjure a fireball so strong that it would smash through the magical shield and incinerate Athinar and half the village. But no...fire would not be painful enough.
A hundred bolts of crimson lightning flew down from the clear skies like arrows and struck Athinar at once, wracking him with agony and paralyzing energy. Then a third massive portal opened behind Athinar, but it was not claws that reached out. Instead it was some sort of sickly green spear straight from the Underworld. Like a living snake, it lashed forward and effortlessly impaled its victim. The metal of the spear was the bane of life and consciously hungered to kill, and so it warped and twisted with barbs pushing through flesh to pierce Athinar's heart.
As tempting as it was to just leave his traitorous follower there to suffer, this particular demon never left a job half done. A ball of sickly red ight appeared in the walrock's hand, and he used blood magic to utterly destroy Athinar. The Mighty warrior's armor cracked and burst off like a bone burned in fire, then his skin melted into tallow and dripped off before the rest of him was incinerated by fire and the demons started a great tug of war between his charred skeleton before they ripped it in half.
With Athinar thoroughly dead, the demon could now behold his soul...and he saw something surprising. Of course, he thought to himself. He would have allowed the demons to simply claim Athinar's soul and drag it to the inferno, but this was too valuable a prize to surrender! Its power would be his! The warlock waved a hand, turning the demonic arms to ash (and unintentionally obliterating the charred skeleton to dust) before closing the three portals. Then he snatched up Athinar's soul.
It was at this time that the demon at last turned to face the intruder, Sarin. He recognized that fool as one of the great champions of this realm. Were she and the emperor already aware of his presence? Quickly he banished such distracting thoughts and left her to Balothiss; he had to resurrect Athinar before death brought back all of his former memories! The Master called upon his blood magic once again, turning the ashen remnants of Athinar and the other dead humans into a suitable form, then inserting the Keeper soul back into it...
The Overlord was struck clear in the head by the flung helmet, caught vulnerable more from surprise than from slow reflexes. The human body began to convulse wildly and stagger backwards. It almost fell to the ground, but some unnatural magic held upright. The demonic Keeper would not suffer the humiliation of being knocked into the dirt by some lowly minion of his! The warlock's mouth opened and emanated a choking sound along with a haze of sulfur and black smoke. Though the warlock's mouth was gaping wide open and his tongue unmoving, a great voice reverberated from deep within his chest. It was a diabolical rasp with the cadence of grinding steel, with cruelty and anger dripping from every word. Without a doubt this was the unadulterated voice of the demon speaking by itself, rather than through its mortal host.
"Fool! Your arrogance is without bounds! Your might is nothing before my own; behold the true power of an elder demon!
Wildly, as if he were a puppet being thrown about by unseen strings, the warlock flung two hands upwards. A bloodcurdling wailing of tortured souls echoed through the town, heralding the two portals to the inferno that appeared on either side of Athinar. Monstrous, demonic arms shot out from those rifts to claw at Athinar and grasp him with all the hunger and desperation of a starving man. The demons below were always hungry for a fresh soul.
Restrained by the claws that tore at and grabbed him, Athinar's forward advance was stopped. Noticing the pitiful antimagic barrier that stood between him and the one that dared challenge him, the Overlord was tempted to simply conjure a fireball so strong that it would smash through the magical shield and incinerate Athinar and half the village. But no...fire would not be painful enough.
A hundred bolts of crimson lightning flew down from the clear skies like arrows and struck Athinar at once, wracking him with agony and paralyzing energy. Then a third massive portal opened behind Athinar, but it was not claws that reached out. Instead it was some sort of sickly green spear straight from the Underworld. Like a living snake, it lashed forward and effortlessly impaled its victim. The metal of the spear was the bane of life and consciously hungered to kill, and so it warped and twisted with barbs pushing through flesh to pierce Athinar's heart.
As tempting as it was to just leave his traitorous follower there to suffer, this particular demon never left a job half done. A ball of sickly red ight appeared in the walrock's hand, and he used blood magic to utterly destroy Athinar. The Mighty warrior's armor cracked and burst off like a bone burned in fire, then his skin melted into tallow and dripped off before the rest of him was incinerated by fire and the demons started a great tug of war between his charred skeleton before they ripped it in half.
With Athinar thoroughly dead, the demon could now behold his soul...and he saw something surprising. Of course, he thought to himself. He would have allowed the demons to simply claim Athinar's soul and drag it to the inferno, but this was too valuable a prize to surrender! Its power would be his! The warlock waved a hand, turning the demonic arms to ash (and unintentionally obliterating the charred skeleton to dust) before closing the three portals. Then he snatched up Athinar's soul.
It was at this time that the demon at last turned to face the intruder, Sarin. He recognized that fool as one of the great champions of this realm. Were she and the emperor already aware of his presence? Quickly he banished such distracting thoughts and left her to Balothiss; he had to resurrect Athinar before death brought back all of his former memories! The Master called upon his blood magic once again, turning the ashen remnants of Athinar and the other dead humans into a suitable form, then inserting the Keeper soul back into it...
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