Dark Cloud

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G A B R I E L

Pausing he listened to the sad melody, Gabriel frowned having heard nothing like it before but with the recent happenings even the melancholy of it didn't effect him.

Would they make it out of this? there were times he asked himself this all throughout his life, and he wasn't dead yet.

He had nothing useful to add, with the death and resurrection or rather reincarnation of Brutrumukk he was beginning to feel detached from his emotions as he had no time to process them. His usual outgoing and charismatic demeanor was gone, Gabe wouldn't even look his friends in the eye. Still feeling what happened was his fault, he didn't quite know whether to talk to his friends about it. So he just stood in silence, listening to the music.

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Nvm about my question then.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Spirit of Conflict

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^{D I S}

"I am that which causes man to fight, to kill, to
conquer...I am a playwright and the battlefield is my stage."

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^{D O M A I N :C O N F L I C T}

D E S C R I P T I O N

With ephemeral hands Dis wrought violence like an artist paints or as a conductor whom leads his orchestra, his muse is the sound of bloody conflict and the blade his instrument.

While others may represent the stratagem or mere barbarism of violence, and war Dis is that which causes and creates these grand and bloody acts of violence. No mere instigator but the mastermind of all which makes those draw arms upon others. Conflict utilizes the innermost demons of all and amplifies that which guides the hand to kill, it whispers sweet nothing in the ears of those whom listen be it the foolish or gullible.

^{A P P E A R A N C E}

Dis appears as nothing more than a shade, or a shadow man as those would believe in such specters would call him. Wearing a ragged cloak underneath which hides naught but an infinite void without expression. His hands are blackened like that of a charred corpse, one hand wielding a spiked dark blade rusted with age and tinged red with crimson.

T H E M E

Ah, well I guess I was too late. But I got what I wanted done. Good luck ya'll or if there is still room yay.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki is there anything recognizable about this tune to that of a bards ears? He might not be the sing song type but he isn't a novice when it comes to the performing arts.

Edit: not like the specific melody but can he pick up on if it's not your regular average tune.

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G A B R I E L

Watching as his elf friend stormed off, he couldn’t help but sympathize with Aurora but at the same time he still felt the weight of the situation upon his shoulders for many different reasons despite her attempts to tell him otherwise.

Gabriel grunted, picking himself up off the rickety planks of the ramshackle wooden dock. The half-elf massaged his temples, wishing he had drunk from the casks of liquor back at the witches shack instead of the ex-bugbear.

He sighed picking up a stone from the ground and turning it on his hands "What I wouldn't give to turn back time to when I understood what in the Nine Hells happened. Might just quit the adventuring life when this is over, Hells I might even quit drinking-" the half-elf snorted in disbelief to what he was saying cutting himself off and shaking his head.

"I wish I believed even myself, I...I think I should go after those two." the bard winded his wrist back and twisted it before leaving throwing the stone into the murky water as he followed after Aurora and Tsak.

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I'll read up before bed, and if I am not fucking exhausted I'll write something and post it or I'll get it up tomorrow. Just got home from work.

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Sorry, been busy this week. Will get a post up later today.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

@Dark Cloud, dear sir, each god is meant to start with one domain ^^;

@yoshua171

You know that would really simplify things for me ngl. I can pretty much summarize what I'm going for. 😂 thanks

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Spirit of Conflict

---

^{D I S}

"I am that which causes man to fight, to kill, to
conquer...I am a playwright and the battlefield is my stage."

---

^{D O M A I N :C O N F L I C T}

D E S C R I P T I O N

With ephemeral hands Dis wrought violence like an artist paints or as a conductor whom leads his orchestra, his muse is the sound of bloody conflict and the blade his instrument.

While others may represent the stratagem or mere barbarism of violence, and war Dis is that which causes and creates these grand and bloody acts of violence. No mere instigator but the mastermind of all which makes those draw arms upon others. Conflict utilizes the innermost demons of all and amplifies that which guides the hand to kill, it whispers sweet nothing in the ears of those whom listen be it the foolish or gullible.

^{A P P E A R A N C E}

Dis appears as nothing more than a shade, or a shadow man as those would believe in such specters would call him. Wearing a ragged cloak underneath which hides naught but an infinite void without expression. His hands are blackened like that of a charred corpse, one hand wielding a spiked dark blade rusted with age and tinged red with crimson.

T H E M E

World of Light

Wordage: 256 (+1 points)
Experience: 16/30 EXP
Location: (The Under) Hollowed Bough

Artorias stood in the midst of several felled husks, breathing heavily from the battle's exertion "Hmph." the knight grunted, he was unamused by the lack of challenge the fight against the odd looking bugs posed. With the greater challenges already dealt with by the others he settled with taking on the grunt work by ensuring the many alien bugs that came at them in droves were kept far from coming close to him.

Whenever he had a moment to himself Artorias cast his gaze up, at times sighing as he longed to see the surface for the last time he remembered seeing the light of the world above was in a place long ago and in a different place entirely. Yet that dream, the light above in it destroyed everything it shone upon.

Artorias still felt conflicted by it though he had already been told this world differed from his own, so accustomed to the Darkness being associated with all that is evil and wrong while the light stood for all that was good and right.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Nadia seemed to exclaim about the wonders of this broken world, it made the knight think "Whatever the world may be now I am left wanting to see more of it." Artorias sighed looking up as if staring there could make the sky be visible.