Will keep an eye on this.
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Behold piss poor trolling, get a grip.
If I was trolling then my only objective would be to get you to respond..which you have..
Therefore you've failed.
Behold the backpedaling.
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We use Undead in very different fashion though, you like to make grotesque monsters, I like to make Human's transformed into Monsters. Mine is more of an exploration of Human morality and struggling with duality of nature and shit.
Most are Vampires for that reason.
Also, my typing is probably a bit fucked up today because my finger is broken, sorry about that.
You never saw Sand Wraith then, him and Lyzan's character ended up having a very interesting conversation where we explored if time being dead for so long had effected his sanity or not.
I'm not sure where you got the idea my undead are mindless monsters. Heck, even Aspeaser liked how much depth I gave SW. Will be quite the day when you end up not making baseless claims on things you seem to know nothing about.
I only avoid vampires cause their too obvious. Also because of twilight.
Plus the added benefit of being a wraith, which always gives the option to do some interesting things. Making minions just being among the most obvious.
Of course it didn't help much against wind. I think he set her soul free sometime during out fight. Boooo...
Stop using undead Melon, that's my thing. :k
I miss Lyzan.
Easily the thing I miss most about old guild.
Did something similar to a vampire in the first WOTW, only in that one I literally transformed them into another wraith (I was using my Sand Wraith) after destroying them from the inside. Lyzan helped me out on that one during the lobby. Good times.
Head low with hands to his sides observed his opponents while the dwarf women spoke. Before she eventually issued a challenge, while the water spirit slinked away apparently in some means of escape. Tordor sighed sounding tired. Then met the other woman's eyes with an unreadable gaze. The strap of black cloth covering the lower part of his face to hide a resigned smile.
“Hmm, if you say so.” A deceiving moment of silence seeming to follow; a pause before the storm. In one smooth motion Tordor’s greatcoat bellowed back as he draw forth Minx and Pixie from their respective casings. A metallic hiss followed, and in a blink of an eye, or in the realm of half a second Tordor had pulled his pistols free and leveled them at the own called Bita. To an observer it probably appeared as if they had suddenly transported themselves to his awaiting hands of their own accord.
“Let’s go,”
Pixie barked as ethereal power sparked into existence from the mouth of its barrel. The first shot flying toward and just blow the center of Bita’s neck. The second shot targeted toward her center mass slightly lower as Tordor dropped as he bent his right leg forward slightly preparing to move quickly. Meanwhile, Tordor watched and waited for his opponent's move, keeping Minx from unleashing its own barrage in order to allow for a quick response. The whirling sound of gears growing slightly louder as more aether was drawn into the sword scabbard on his back. The place of course was quite bare of life, so if he planned on using Blood Drinker he was forced to wait- least the simple act of touching the sword kill him. The handicap might certainly make things interesting….
The nether bolt's sped forward with strength and speed as if shot from a cannon. Lacking any kinetic energy themselves, they're corrosive nature would cut right through living flesh or un-living material with frightening ease. Unless it ended up hitting something already dead. In which cause the result would be either amusing or disappointing depending on one's point of view.
“Hmm, if you say so.” A deceiving moment of silence seeming to follow; a pause before the storm. In one smooth motion Tordor’s greatcoat bellowed back as he draw forth Minx and Pixie from their respective casings. A metallic hiss followed, and in a blink of an eye, or in the realm of half a second Tordor had pulled his pistols free and leveled them at the own called Bita. To an observer it probably appeared as if they had suddenly transported themselves to his awaiting hands of their own accord.
“Let’s go,”
Pixie barked as ethereal power sparked into existence from the mouth of its barrel. The first shot flying toward and just blow the center of Bita’s neck. The second shot targeted toward her center mass slightly lower as Tordor dropped as he bent his right leg forward slightly preparing to move quickly. Meanwhile, Tordor watched and waited for his opponent's move, keeping Minx from unleashing its own barrage in order to allow for a quick response. The whirling sound of gears growing slightly louder as more aether was drawn into the sword scabbard on his back. The place of course was quite bare of life, so if he planned on using Blood Drinker he was forced to wait- least the simple act of touching the sword kill him. The handicap might certainly make things interesting….
The nether bolt's sped forward with strength and speed as if shot from a cannon. Lacking any kinetic energy themselves, they're corrosive nature would cut right through living flesh or un-living material with frightening ease. Unless it ended up hitting something already dead. In which cause the result would be either amusing or disappointing depending on one's point of view.
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Also I had to do a 13 hour shift yesterday and was to dead tired to bother even checking on here.
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