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A City of Ash and decay: An Inquisitors Story

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A City of Ash and decay: An Inquisitors Story

@MagratheanWhale

Scrabsa the Quick

Name: Scrabsa Stormwind


Gender:
female

Age:
37, but looks like a 12 year old Kobold

Race:

Kobold

Appearance:


Personality:
Calculating, stubborn, foul-mouthed, and hates her own kind.

History:
The day she hatched was the last day she had good feelings for her kind. Her tribe, fearing her scale color an omen, cast her out as soon as possible. She was stuck in a human city for a year, surviving off of scraps and what she could steal. One day, the dwarf clan of the nearby mountains came down to trade with their leader. Scrabsa thought this as a way to get some food quickly. She tried to pick the leader's pocket, but Old Randorn was not the usually fool she dealt with in her short span of life. He caught her and hoisted her up by her arm. She whimpered and cowered, prepared for the end of her poor existence. But he simply asked her what she was. "Me...Kobold outcast...please no kill." she squeaked. He simply smiled at her. "Well, as punishment for your crimes, you will spend your next 22 years as a member of me clan!" and he put her on his shoulder. She spent those years learning and growing, and as a gift from the cleric her life was en-lengthened to the lifespan of a dwarf. She served the clan well as a scout and as Randorn's caretaker. He treated her like his daughter, and she treated him like her father. She was then made the clans ambassador for all communications. After a while, things were good and grand. She had a life and family that treated her well. She learned much from the dwarves, including about her own kind. What she learned angered her. She has always had a disliking for her kind and would kill one on the spot if she saw one. She was recently sent on a mission to the City of Ash to deal with trade agreement.

Equipment:
Lamfrey- Scrabsa's dagger is infamous for it's deadly precision and the pain it inflicts. It is enchanted to turn what she cuts to stone on the sections of her enemy she hits.
Dragon-ling Leather armor- Scrabsa's armor is immune to fire, like she is resistant. It is light and covers her, which is all she cares.
Moradin's Blessing- Due to her raising by the dwarves, she also took a liking to their chief diety. The cleric and Randorn gave it to her as a gift to protect her in dark places and bad situations.

Magic:
Scrabsa knows a few spells, but not many. Those she does know either helps her stealth or moves the stone.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

"Raagghh, my head hurts, did maz finally fix the site? It don't feel like it."

"Same here, I feel like I'll vomit like a mortal."

"Heheehe! My plan worked! *vomits in mouth* but at a price, ugh!"

Yeah, I'm here

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

@Zoey White

Technically, it is not anything at all but energy. It is apart of him, yet not apart of him. It has no base form

@Zelosse
tachanka rules all

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

@Zoey White@Zelosse

If you're still going on about The Gavel, why didn't ya'll think of a Poly-Animate?

(P.s. Poly-Animate is a fantasy term for a morphing inanimate object or animate construct)

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

@TheDarkTemplar

Colith, the Spirit of Justice

Spirit's form

Host form

Age: 473

Gender: male

Race: Spirit possession.

Personality: Righteous, protective, cautious, easy to get along with if you are not a criminal.

History

The spirit of justice has lived long, but the idea he attempts to uphold has gotten him ridiculed by every being in the underworld he called home except the king of hell. He became strong and tried to bring some sense of order to the underworld, but to little avail. He was than banished from hell after an incident with chaos demons that attempted to kill him, but everybody said he started the fight. During his banishment to purgatory, beings of a human village in trouble attempted to summon him, and succeeded but at the price of delay due to the lack of criminals killed at the ritual and the corpse to act as his host was missing an organ. When he next awoke, he was on the mortal plain, in his form and he was in the middle of a battle between man and beast. The village burned, civilians screamed. A wrath he never new gave him strength, and he went to the aid of the civilians. A mother, also the witch to summon him and widow of the host corpse, and her two children were backed into an alley way buy a ferocious humanoid monster. It didn't notice him, and a trident formed in hand, and the beast was above him, on the end of his weapon of choice. He dropped the carcass and somehow comforted the family and led them and others to safety. He then finished the battle, earning the respect and later the assistance of the human leader. He then spent most of his years assisting that very man, than joined the village survivors as a way to have roots and a home. One day, a priest approached him. "How are you my hell-crew friend?" the priest said. "Why do you insult me priest? The hell crew are devils, I am Justice!" The priest smiled. "Then help the Conclave to prove yourself further to the races of good." and he did just that.

Weapons
-The Gavel: A weapon built into his flesh and obeys commands, with the ability to morph into any weapon of his desire. He forged it himself, and no creature could replicate it.
-Strength of the Innocent: The more innocents harmed around him, the stronger and angrier he gets.

Magic
-The Fires of Conviction: Due to his supernatural nature, he can use some fire magic.
-Stare of Evidence: Staring him in the eye tells him your thoughts and plans at the moment.
-Body shift: The spirit is strong, but the host's form must come out to help the spirit rest.

Other
"I hate cats"
He is very protective of the family of his host, for a multitude of reasons. He claims the main one is a sense of gratitude for freeing him from purgatory. But he knows it has to do with the host, even though the features are no longer the same and the "D.N.A" as the new philosophies call it is different and full of magic.

Sample post

As he watched the battle progress, he fought with his morals and the orders he received. Why must I be the one to stay back? I'm the one that's expendable, not those men! They all have families, and I have nothing. Send the demon, not the man. But perhaps there is wisdom in my orders? If only he looked into my eyes so I could read his thoughts! His tail went violently to the side, smashing an empty barrel. "This is torture worst than hell!" he roared in his harsh, hissing voice. A young mage apprentice, no older than 16, looked at him with both fear and curiosity. The boy stepped forward, with a parchment in his hand. "Sir Colith! What ails you?" The demon looked at the boy in surprise. "Few men ever talk to me with such respect! Well,
if you must know, I am a justice spirit, and I see the injustice of not sending me first." He then looked at the parchment. "What be that? A spell?" The boy grinned. "I see how this will help you. Their your new orders." The spirit howled with delight.

Theme Song: "Seven Deadly Sins" by Flogging Molly

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

Okay@TheDarkTemplar

34 Newton road (restarting)

Name: Dirka
Nickname: Di
Age: 231 years
Gender (not necessary): Female
Sexual orientation: straight
Appearance:
Personality: Contemplative, annoying when someone aggravates her, interested in humans, and attempts to bond with humans regularly. Don't piss her off, then your in for a very, very bad day.
Emotion preference: Contentness
extra powers: Mind reading, don't lie to her.
Things they are easily affected by: Pure Water

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@Zelosse

HA HA HA HA!!!

At least he isn't the king of hell!

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