Dark Cloud

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

@Guardian Angel Haruki Gabe will his push, pull, lift max is 360lbs. And Brut is only 300lbs

World of Light

Featuring: Benedict Pascal
Wordage: 618 (+1 points)
Experience: 6/40 EXP Experience: 22/40
Location: Midgar ➡ Sector 7 (Seventh Heaven)
^{Interaction
Open}

Wiping his brow with the cuff of his coat the merchant was all smiles as he followed the others into Sector 7 along the way stopping once or twice to tip his hat to whoever crossed his path "Hoo-wee, ain't this a sight for sore eyes!" Partitio remarked loudly with a chuckle, the merchant tipped his hat to the pretty lady behind the bar.

On the other hand was the old tactician, quiet and almost sullen Benedict took a seat in a lonesome corner of the bar to watch the goings on and think to himself.

Something he saw brought up old memories, watching as Partitio went up to people like he would old friends introducing himself and going out of his way to take their empty glasses and clank them on the bar counter where Tifa regarded the merchant with something of a tired resignation though she couldn't hide a smile through it as she rolled her eyes as she took the empty cups.

From the corner of the bar the faintest of smiles formed on Benedict's face, Partitio was just like someone he knew for many years.

Erador and the merchant would almost definitely get along, possibly to the detriment of Benedict. The thought at first brought a bit of humor to the humorless tactician but then filled Benedict with melancholy reminded that he was far from House Wolffort, and Anna.

"Something got you down there partner?" suddenly out of nowhere Partitio had been standing with his arm leaning on the chair across from Benedict startling him for a moment before regaining his composure "If you must know I was thinking." he replied dismissively to Partitio who was more keen eyed than he let on, the merchant shook his head "I ain't that dumb, ya'll got the look of someone with a nagging thought at the back of his dang mind." he said pulling out the chair he was leaning on to take a seat.

Both men were silent for almost a minute before Partitio kicked his feet up "Ain't gonna force you to spill the beans but I ain't gonna let you sit al-" interrupted by a sighing Benedict who pushed the merchant's shoes off the table Partitio went quiet.

"Fine, if you insist on bothering me I will tell you something…" Benedict crossed his arms, looking at his hands as he carefully picked his words "I was reminded of an old comrade, a loudmouth and brash man I served with when I was a soldier and then as a steward." the merchant smiled, quiet though to let the older man continue "You reminded me of him, as well as many things I am apt to forget about."

Partitio shook his head, snorting like he didn't believe what Benedict was saying "You ain't mean that friend, the past is pretty important and so is the things we did or said we'd do." Benedict opened his mouth to protest but he clamped his mouth shut.

"We ain't got no past here to look back to but we sure as hell can carry on what we set out to do. Sitting around stewing ain't gonna get anything done…" the merchant slid his chair back, standing before giving Benedict one last look "How bout' a drink eh partner?" it took the older man a moment hesitation in his expression to begrudgingly nod his head "Only this once." and the two stood, to grab a drink in honor to the past and the present.

A cultured [INSERT TOPIC HERE] discussion thread

@Shu there is no argument there.

Ban the User Above You

Banned for smelling flowers, get out of my damn garden.

World of Light

Wordage: 518 (+1 points)
Experience: 16/20 EXP
Location: (The Under) Forsaken Land ➡ Coliseum

Unperturbed by the burbling nonsense and cacophony of animalistic noise that echoed off the crumbling stones in the ruined coliseum, the knight seemed unfazed by what he soon came upon as the metallic clank of Artorias' footsteps came to a stop at the very foot of arena.

Spectators, it seemed lined the stands making loathsome noise as the newest fighter made his entrance. They were covered in some sort of black sludge, insects coming in all shapes and sizes with lifeless hollow eyes.

Suddenly the ground shook as rocks seemed to clack against stone, as the coliseums champion made itself known. The corrupted champion stood tall over the knight, made of stone and a similar black substance to the one covering most of the arena.

It slammed its two great fists upon the ground, the Corrupted Golem bellowing a sickly looking cloud forth at the sight of its newest opponent followed by discordant roar of the crowd as their champion went on the attack immediately forcing Artorias to quickly move to the side as the golem tried to crush the knight between its hands.

Slow to turn it received a few clean swipes from Artorias whose focus was set on the golems lower half staggering it for but a second before the golem seemingly angered by the retaliation came at the knight with its arms spinning. Too strong to block and to wide of an attack to evade, as he attempted to roll away he was tossed by the golems attack landing to the side with a grunt causing the crowd to cheer.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself Artorias held Finstertöter in one hand and the other on the ground before leaping into the air and slamming it into the ground or rather the golem three times.

The booing and jeering of the insects did not faze Artorias in the slightest as the Corrupted Golem staggered and fell with a loud crash upon the floor, disturbing ages worth of dust and likely the bones of many dead gladiators that came before him. Artorias leapt at the golem but was batted away as his opponent was not staggered for long, the crowd roared as he slammed against the wall of the fighting ring.

With only seconds to spare before the golem brought its arms together the injured knight rolled to the side of his opponent putting distance between himself and the Corrupted Golem to down a bit of Estus as it closed in with another deadly clap.

This time he got aggressive in his attacks, the sound of Finstertöter boomed as it hit the golem. Artorias began to see the patterns in the constructs attacks, his intuition anticipated the golem wind up for a spinning attack.

Leaping out of reach early, he came at the golem with two solid strikes toppling the golem and as it fell he leapt into the air with his sword in both hands "Begone you dark relic, return to dust!" he cried landing a blow so hard it almost shattered Finstertöter as the blade struck the Corrupted Golem's core.

A cultured [INSERT TOPIC HERE] discussion thread

<Snipped quote by BaileyBlue302>

254.141592654

@Shu

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Thank God this isn't Pathfinder else we'd be sifting through three pages worth of grapple check rulings

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

@Vertigo look at us both still alive and not dead good for us. 👍😎👍

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

My goal is to get as any posts out every Wednesday

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Am work on post right now