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7 yrs ago
Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
7 yrs ago
I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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8 yrs ago
It does.
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8 yrs ago
PC and Tablet ded, send help
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8 yrs ago
I lived the land of no internet
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Gravios looked at the liberally scattered demon bodies in slight disappointment and poked one of the demon bodies with his walking stick. It seemed he was late, oh well, they probably wouldn't have put up a good fight anyway. "Ah little Cross" Gravios called out jokingly as he noticed the holy knight talking with the general. "It seems I'm a little late, either of you mind filling me in?" he asked, half yawning as he did so. He'd just woken up from a nap after all. It looked like the situation was under control but it never hurt to check. Especially when people were yelling at him to do something, ugh, it wasn't like everyone else couldn't deal with it. Looked like Kallen was carting off all the bodies somewhere, though cleaning was generally best left to the town guard. Each to their own.
Name: Gravios
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Occupation: Holy Knight
Magical Power: Can cause himself and/or things he's touching to become immaterial.
Weapon: A long un-naturally hard wooden walking stick.
Appearance: A grizzled old looking man with a long white beard that comes to his midchest. He stands at an impressive 7 feet but normally slouches over leaning on his stick so he looks shorter. Under his heavy black robes has a terrifyingly well built body that has countless scars on it. His eyes seem to shift colors randomly, never staying the same for long. He's bald but its hard to tell under the hood he wears and he acts embarrassed but is rather proud of it.
Name: Kosdar

Age: Well Aged

Demon Type: Pureblood

Bio: A noble demon that has a taste for the fine art of combat. Often enjoys insulting others and getting into fights, doesn't enjoy killing as much as the fight itself. A wanderer with no particular interest in doing much of anything his superb skill with a blade was noticed and he was eventually contracted. Though Kosdar was slightly leary of the term assassin, he figured there ought to be a good fight or two along the way and he didn't have any pressing engagements so he accepted.

Fighting Style: Kosdar only knows one way of fighting. Using his skill with a blade and his unique talents to mercilessly destroy his opponents. Savagely powerful but controlled swings with one hand that keep the opponent on the defensive, he usually prefers to use his intangibility as a trump card. Sometimes is overconfident and draws a fight out pointlessly.

Special abilities:

Half Here- Kosdar can cause himself and his possession to become intangible, allowing them to pass through solids.

Am I scary?- Kosdar can sense fear and cause or enhance its effects by making eye contact.

Soul Stealer- If Kosdar kills someone he gains part of their power as well as access to their memories.

Dorisma looked at the orb she'd received curiously. This was supposed to do what exactly? She could just hold it in her hand and punch poeple with it but that seemed impractical. Perhaps it was supposed to be some sort of magic? Well then should she just put it in her pack and hope that whatever it did happened from there? Regardless it seemed they were stuck here for the day until the dragon finished forging the new weapons, a good time to understand whatever this orb was. It seemed Deravan was worried about the dragon not making it through another day, a reasonable assertion given its rate of decay. Rather than offering her own opinion, she simply sat down and closed her eyes, focusing on the orb. She raised an eyebrow's briefly at the troll's impressive swing with the sword leaving a heavy slash mark upon the wall. Perhaps her orb would give her similar strength, she closed her eyes once more and attempted to understand what exactly this orb did. If this didn't work maybe she'd try holding it and punching something, and if that did nothing... oh well.
*Is unsure of ability to make an unbiased statement so remains silent while wishing he could give accurate feedback*
Eldarin mentally shrugged at the strange feeling around his legs. He'd guessed that there weren't any aggressive fish in the river but he could've been wrong. Either way it wasn't like he could fight them in the water so he kept swimming as fast as he could to the other bank, at least the wolves weren't chasing them anymore.
Arus nodded, "See? Simple enough, good luck on your journey." He called out to the leaving Viera and turned to go back to camp. Well that was one event that disturbed the otherewise relatively quiet night, hopefully nothing more serious would happen. He went back to his relatively unattended campfire and began writing again, wondering what tomorrow would be like.
Bristle nodded like he understood everything that was being said, he did more or less. He took a few steps back making sure he had a clear area around him and concentrated, use only your mind hm? Bristle stared at his hand and mentally grabbed at the card laying there on the top. With agonizing slowness the card slowly lifted up and was held in front of him. He could feel the power coming from the card, this was amazing. He wasn't quite sure how to use it yet though and he certainly didn't want to try to do anything recklessly given they'd been warned multiple times that doing this could kill them. Should he try drawing power from the card? Turn the card into power, maybe try turning the card into the sphere? Bristle thought it over slowly as he examined the card closely and tried to figure out what to do next.
Adverstising???

Pretty sure this doesn't go here, idk.

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