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God Bless the USA! Happy 4th Everyone! (though admittedly a day late)
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Oh yay-- the status bar has turned into Twitter again... My favorite.
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Damn dude-- don't remind me what's been taken from us.... I seriously miss that game.
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Imagine not using maple syrup to sweeten your coffee.
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AFTER MUCH TIME-- LIFE RELEASES MINE GONADS FROM ITS CRUEL VICE...... YA BOI RETURNS!
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Nero Capital City
@Rai@13org
As Nero’s mightiest warriors began their assault on the massive beast, they would find that their attacks prompted no response from the monster, at least until Sleeth made his attack. The moment he made his swing, a massive torrent of searing flame and light ravaged the inside of the barrier, it’s sound so incredible, the breaking of the sound barrier was barely audible. Nobu; stealthiest of the elites, had made a grave error that compromised his stealth, foolishly drawing the essence of the beast. Now, a large, draconic hand shot toward the assassin’s back with incredible speed, reaching to claim Nobu’s soul.
"Oi oi.." Muttered the invisible warrior. "I've been caught so easy.." He said with disappointment in his tone. With a narrow avoidance he slipped by the strike coming from behind him. Pieces of his armor breaking and flying as invisible debris. Before they could even land he was already sliding into a ditch formed from all the chaos. Escaping into its shadows like a well of water. His voice echoing as it faded away. "Until next time!" Right before the Dragon lord could pursue and providing a bare distraction as the cocky black dragon knight soared in, his fists cackling with dark energy only known to the chaotic beings that conjure it from the infinite essence of cosmic magic. A warping of a simple theory, the absence of light, now a weapon of chaos. He plunged his two fists at the Dragon lord. "FIGHT ME!!!" He roared. With a sigh, the Dragon Lord ducked under the knight's strike, plunging his fist into the fool's abdomen as he dodged to the side. The hand itself seemed to phase through the knight's very being, tearing out a piece of his very life essence as it retracted from his body, the black armor now sporting a sizable dent. With a grunt of agony the knight was knocked back several meters. But as he was fading out a new shadow approached. The King himself. His scythe was as clear as the air it parted.
A twisted smile formed on the Dragon's face as a blinding explosion of fire and light concealed him from view. In a flash, chaotic energy ripped and tore through the barrier beneath the feet of the Twilight Mage, creating a hole just large enough for a certain hand to fit through. In an instant, a vice grip crushed the Mage's ankle, as he was violently yanked through his own barrier, the poor seraphs life being drained with each passing moment of contact. The mage was taken by surprise. Their feet being wiped from under. The barrier keeping all matters contained was now shattering like glass. However. Vanishing within a concealment of his own cloak Sleeth reemerged before the great arm that held his valuable ally. "Unhand." His scythe swung at the arm.
”Of course little ant, in fact, I was just finished with him.” the Dragon responded as he released the man; who had already begun to look like a husk. Shooting back, the scythe sliced off about half of the Dragon's hand , but the ancient lord wasn't done yet. "How disgraceful, I seem to have gotten slower over the years..... I'm going to grab a quick snack...” he coldly muttered as he looked at his hand in disappointment.
With a burst of flame, the Dragon raced for the upper district.
"Oh not so fast." A cut in reality. A warped gash of darkness formed by one of the knights. His master of the blade clearly being deep in dimensional darkness. The Dragon would be headed towards it. Around the dragon formed a barrier of burning light, taking the shape of a spearhead. Within the construct a pale, blue energy; seething with chaos, built within as the dragon's approach quickened. He flew into the dimension the gash closing fast behind him. He was now in a dimension of darkness. No longer in the city it would seem. The knight held his sheathe triumphantly as the darkness would attempt to rip the dragon apart.
Yet, as the dark dug away at the radiant barrier, the pale glow within only seemed to build as the construct jerked to a stop. With the sound of shattering glass, the barrier gave way; from it burst an explosion of a pale blue flame long forgotten by this world, driving back the darkness. In it's center the dragon chuckled, would his foe come to face him? Eagerly, he scanned the void with his myraid of senses-- souls such as these could do little to hide from the likes of him. The sound of footsteps echoed in the Dragons ears. It sounded far and close. Though he floated aimlessly here the king who stepped before him stood firm. "Who are you?" He asked. Grasping his helmet and lifting it off. Revealing his face. He then dropped it into The void. It began to float. Gravity having no effect here.
With a twisted grin the dragon spoke, ”Your strength is impressive little king..... Very well, you have earned the honor of knowing my identity..... I ̢̣͚̞̰̞̺̹A͍͢M͉̣͎̺̦͜ ̼̠̝Z͇̹̦̘Ẹ͕̞̯̜͢T̥͙̯̯́H͔̞͙̗͘E͎L̴̩̬͙̬O̬̠̦̼͠S,̨̣̹̖͍ ͚̟̙͖̟͔͘ͅD͙̞E̯̠̻V̙͚̺̠͢O̘̠̘̼͙̥͈͢U̟͙̗R͘Ę̭͚͖̘͙͔̹R͖͍̠̺͍͡ ̜̗̗͜O̴̭̦̱͙͎F͇͢ L̞E̻͎̰G̺̲͕̻̹̝̬͢I̹͕̭̯̫̼O̺̣̼̜͚Ṇ̤͔͠S̡,̣͙̳ ҉͈̼̬͇͉G̱̰͈̤͖͞ͅǪ͙̣D̤͉̥͓̙̹ ̪̥̼̬O̫̙͔̗̟̩̭F͉͈ͅ ̹̯͞ŚO̫Ụ͓͚L̫̟͖̩̝͚̗S̺,̹ ̶̮͉F͉͉̹̳̜̫̗Ò̭̟͇̝̗U͇͖ͅR͡Ṱ͍̫̱͚͙H͍̣͇͕̗̟̻́ ̩̗̰̯̯̦̣B̜̗̤͇̕O̼͉R͈̯̬̲͖̕Ǹ̙ ҉̤̪̺̱O͔͙̖̬̦̠F̴͓͔̬͓͈ ̧͔̟̮̯͍T̟̬͕̦H̖͇̦̜̞̝̘E ̖̺̭͓̖G̣͓̤͔̳͡O̶̜͚̳̭̙̣D͚̗͔̭ͅ-̼̗̰̣̱͍K̴̩I͇̙͙̝͞N̷̠͉̖̺̦̦G҉͚͖͖͍͕̰ ̩̥H͉̬̭͈̣̳̀ͅIM̴̺͈͇S̲̟̳̜̙ḘL͉̙̫̰F̢͙͔̮̲̪͙ͅ!” his words; steeped in chaos, seemed to twist the very fabric of reality.
Sleeths eyes were emmiting a brilliance kin to the fire in ones soul. Though he resigned himself to the dark. He did not seem to be waned by his foes mass of aura. "The God King? You mean that old Dragon defeated by the so called first seraphim?" He chuckled. "Are you now a lapdog for Nuxta? One of the seraphim's own children?"
"Watch your tongue mortal." Zethelos spat as his eyes glowed with rage, ”Had I not been imprisoned by legions of Seraphim, that battle would have gone VERY differently...... Nuxta is still alive you say? And you think me to be his servant!?!?! How....... LAUGHABLE." the ancient dragon sighed as he began to calm down, even so much as to chuckle at the idea he would submit to anyone.
Ogre Ren
A New Venture/// Morning // Day 6@Jangel13@ReusableSword@demonspade64
Once again, Ren found himself in a forge, this time however, he was not in a crucible; but standing behind the inconceivable form of the Forgefather. As if caught in a fit of mad inspiriation, the god furiously hammered away at something. Though he could not see what his god was working on, he could however, see the rest of the forge. Enamored by the incredible design of Gatoven's workshop, Ren drank in every detail; forever etching it into his mind. As he looked once more to Gatoven, he would find that the steel god was nowhere to be seen; the world around him fading into darkness, save for glowing piece of steel atop the anvil. The moment Ren reached for it-- the mass of metal struck out! The blob twisted and turned, devouring his left arm as it's tendrils dug themselves into his body. Frozen in awe, the hobgoblin watched the metal absorb his arm before invading his body.
Ren awoke in a flash, in shock of his new body, and amazed at the change in both his sword, as well as his wolf. Truly, no words could describe the gratitude he felt for receiving the blessing of the steel god. Slowly he rose to his feet, making himself a somewhat large fire. Taking the remaining pelts from the pack he had hunted the day before, Ren began the process of tanning the tanning hides using the fire, his sword, and smoldering coals. When he was finished, he had made a hood from the Alpha and a loincloth from the Rest. As the Ogre donned his new attire, he was struck with an idea of how to thank his god!
Gently rubbing his wolf's head, he motioned for it to follow him as he trudged over to the stone church; surely the church's library could offer the knowledge he required! As he approached the door to the church, he shared what Troll meat he had left with his companion; satiating any hunger the two might have. However, whether or not the others inside might see him as a threat, remained to be seen..... Slowly, Ren opened the church's tiny door as he hunched to fit through it's frame. As he passed into the main room of the church, Ren could once again stand, glancing around the room, he saw Luz, some undead looking creature that was probably Gird, and Grandpa Goblin. Without a word, he rested his massive blade against the wall next to the door as he invited his wolf in. Making sure that his wolf didn't mistake the others for prey, Ren took his wolf to the church's library, and instructed it to lie down. Slowly and carefully, Ren began browsing the Church's collection of books, looking for anything that he may have seen in his dream of Gatoven's forge.
@Zeroth@Duthguy@Searat@King Cosmos@Silverpaw@Gardevoiran
“I’m leaving. Something big is happening in this cave and we don’t know how bad it’s going to get; I’d rather take my chances outside than deal with all these undead that are appearing. Some people have already left, they should be waiting outside soon; I’m leaving as soon as I find Digbie and Rain, anyone else who wants to come with me is welcome to.” Oberon said as Jason started approaching his cave. Turning to his (formerly) pixie friend, Jason lightly responded in an unconcerned tone, "You're right Oberon, something big IS happening to the cave; it's become a dungeon. However, thanks to a combination of coincidence and preparation, I am registered as it's owner... What boons that shall grant me are yet to be seen, but in the meantime, I believe I've discovered a more permanent solution regarding the reanimation of the dead. In all honesty, I'm absolutely certain that if we put in the work before we're faced with an undead horde, this cave can become an invaluable asset to us all... As for Digbie... he's standing right there; at the entrance to the absolute SAFEST part of the cave. The area I've dug out provides not only a hard choke point, but is also guaranteed to not have skeletons or zombies under the floor, and is equipped with it's own farm of healing herbs."
Pointing at the young goblin at the mouth of his cave, Jason realized something.... HE HAD NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE RAIN WENT.
"Rain on the other hand.... Where the hell did she go???" he continued as his tone became more concerned. Entering his main cave, Jason looked around diligently for any sign of the lizard, only to come across an empty husk, and a flooded tunnel.... Had she evolved? Scanning the husk with [Material Analysis I], a thought came to mind-- maybe he could use the core to locate Rain! Bracing his mind, Jason pressed himself against the core, carefully reading all the information presented to him. However, if the dungeon didn't offer him a menu on it's own, Jason would just ask instead; both verbally and through [Telepathy II] simultaneously, "Core, display dungeon menu."
@Zeroth@Kazemitsu@Duthguy@Searat@King Cosmos@Silverpaw@Gardevoiran
Again, the magic of this world had far surpassed Jason's expectations. Was magic really that simple? It couldn't be! The symbols that appeared WITHIN these new magic circles created by the rite seemed incredibly familiar as well, and though Jason knew it was something he should recognize, he couldn't quite place the quickly disappearing script. Perhaps the most interesting effect of all, was that the death-tinged air itself; even if it was just for a moment, seemed to lighten. However, as much as he wanted to sit and ponder the phenomenon, getting his group back to his cave to sleep took priority at the moment.
As Jason arrived at the area in front of his cave, he was presented with quite a scene. Asteria, Digbie, and what he assumed was an evolved Oberon were gathered around the remains of a skeleton that recently had it's skull pierced with some form of projectile. "Damn. It was foolish of me to assume that these fucking things wouldn't start spawning before nightfall..." Jason cursed audibly, before switching over to using [Telepathy II] to communicate. 'Good job defending the core you three, lord knows what could happen if one of these things were to interact with it.... Regardless, it's good to so see you're safe Oberon, no doubt that backstabbing little bitch filled your ear with lies after you came to, so I'm sure you have questions for me... Though I'm more than willing to explain, there's a few things I need to take care of.... Would you three mind backing away from the skeleton's remains for a moment?'
Even after dying a second time, it appeared that the curse of undeath still lingered, as the remains of the skeleton seemed steeped in an ominous force. Using [Magic Analysis I] on the bones, Jason felt true pity for the first time in his new life. To be forced into such an existence for all eternity was a truly unjust fate, one that even the cruelest souls didn't deserve... Thankfully, Jason's newfound ability may allow him to free this accursed soul, and end their torment.
One Mana Crystal used.
Two Mana Crystals in inventory.
Once again drawing his new 'staff', waving it in slow, steady circles; focusing his magic through it, Jason began his ritual once more. "Souls of the accursed, may I grant thee peace. And as all life doth spring forth from earth, may the power invested in me, as master of this dungeon- allow thee to return to it at ease. No more shall ye wander a tormented existence in death, but be born anew in the afterlife. Taint of death that damns these bones I banish thee, relinquish yon vile grasp! Let this poor cursed soul move on, and rest in peace at last... ROCK SPIRE BURIAL RITE--Earth's Mercy!" he chanted before casting [Rock Spire I]. Just like before with the goblin corpses, the circles with the strange symbols once again appeared, each rotating in a different direction. From these circles burst forth a broad, flat Rock Spire; much larger than those usually created by the spell, falling forward, it crushed what remained of the skeleton's skull before turning into something similar to a hastily made grave-- and somehow, the deathly air of the dungeon even seemed to lighten (GM MAY ADJUST THE EFFECTS OF THE RITE AT THEIR DISCRETION--THIS RESULT MAY NOT BE FINAL). This time though, Jason made sure to use [Magic Analysis I] on his rite; hopefully giving him more insight into this strange new style of magic.
"Alright everyone, lets get some rest. If you DO feel the compulsion to leave, I won't stop you, but the more help I can get, the better...." Jason said to his allies as he snapped up the dire rat corpse that had been abandoned by the side of the pool. "Ed, you aren't looking so good, make sure you get an herb... Anyone who's staying here, pile into the cave, sleep, evolve, do whatever you need to do. I'll set up to take first watch in a moment..." he said as moved toward his cave, digesting his newfound meal.
@Zeroth@Kazemitsu@Duthguy@Searat
Well, it at least appeared that negotiations were getting SOMEWHERE.... Just not as quickly as Jason had hoped. However, Asura's snide response to Crispy's facade of confidence caused Jason to hold back a chuckle. But the farther Crispy got with his own proposition, the more uneasy Jason felt about this negotiation session. The scarred bastard clearly was plotting something, but whether it's intent was malicious was yet to be seen. "Alright then Crispy, that sounds like a deal..." Jason responded in a clearly unconvinced tone. He'd play along with the pyromaniac for now, but it needed to be clear that the reincarnators were far from fools.
You are beginning to experience Stamina Drain due to lack of sleep.
That wasn't good... But if they went back to the cave, they could all rest safely.
"Let's move out." Jason proclaimed to his allies, "Asura, you and Mom are welcome to come with us if you'd like."
Slowly and subtly, Jason used the [Source Crystal] to scan Crispy as he led his party back toward his cave, stopping at the corpses of Brawny team on the way. As of right now, their corpses appeared to still remain inanimate-- and Jason intended to keep it that way. Back during his human life, he had often heard stories of corpses rising from the grave due to a lack of proper burial. In his old village, medicine men would perform burial rituals to put the dead to rest, waving their staves, chanting, and calling upon the spirits of their ancestors.
Though he had no experience whatsoever with these rites himself, Jason would need to make due with what he had on hand.... But first he needed a staff. Thankfully, the torch of the fallen torchbearer was nearby, and though it wasn't much, it should at least work as an impromptu staff to some degree. Snatching up his new staff, Jason waved it in slow, steady, circles; using it to focus his magic as he began the 'ritual'. "Souls of the slain, may I grant thee peace. And as all life doth spring forth from earth, may the power invested in me, as master of this dungeon- allow thee to return to it at ease. ROCK SPIRE BURIAL RITE--Earth's Mercy!" even if the rite itself failed to change the nature of the spell, the [Rock Spire I] was aimed to pierce the skull, hopefully sparing them from the horrible curse of undeath.
After completing the rites for the three fallen goblins, (using a mana crystal after the first two) Jason would once again continue at a steady pace back toward his cave, comrades (hopefully) in tow.
Mason Drake
@Rai@Jollan@Verticus@Brithwyr@RumikoOhara
As Mason awaited Ami's response, a bright beam of light that very momentarily rivaled the light she was casting off surged into existence behind the young knight, accompanied by an almost familiar sensation. In his core he could almost sense it was Dremmick's magic. How Mason could tell was a mystery to the boy, but more importantly- Dremmick could be in danger! Reeling around, he nearly careened into a snarling dragon! Deadly plants, twisted with dark magic rapidly burst from the ground within the gathered crowd! Though his comrade likely needed help, countless innocent lives were suddenly at stake! "Shit!" the boy exclaimed with panic. As worried as he was for Dremmick, Mason had full confidence his friend's abilities, but for now, the civilians took priority.
Drawing his chaos blade, Mason darted down into the crowd; flying faster than he ever had in his entire life, those who were small, and on the verge of ensnarement, he would snatch up, rush to safety, then return to the scene. Those who were too big to carry, or had already been caught, Mason would free with a slash from his sword as he flew by, sweat pouring from his face as he did so.... Once the civilians were safe, the budding hero could face those responsible head-on without worry that his volatile magic may harm an innocent bystander.
@Zeroth@Kazemitsu@Duthguy@Searat
Well no shit. That actually worked. However, Jason could tell that the goblin was on the verge of going berserk, and wasn't going to let down his guard just yet... "Of course Crispy! In exchange for working with us, I can supply you with Healing Herbs and Mana Crystals, the tips of the spikes I summon can be used in the creation of spears, and as time goes on, we will only have more to offer! Perhaps... Assisting our purge of the undead is all you need to transform... Together, our power could be unrivaled..." Jason said, before another idea came to mind, "Why, I'd imagine that if we were to work together, you could build an EVEN BIGGER bonfire, make better weapons, and goblins would prosper like never before.... Do we have a deal?"
As Jason maintained his focus on [Mind Wave I], carefully making sure not to build up so much energy that he could misfire. Deep down he hoped that [Charisma I] would be strong enough to keep Crispy's temper in check while he talked.
@Zeroth@Kazemitsu@Duthguy@Searat
As a rather potent fireball knocked Jason to the ground, the red haze of his anger slowly began to disperse. Why the fuck did he attack Crispy? It was MOURNINGSTAR that had lashed out against him, was it perhaps panic? Survival instinct? Regardless, it was disheartening how easily he had given in to his emotions. As he was lost thought, one of the goblins stabbed him with a stone tipped spear..... Which.... didn't really hurt at all! In fact, the only thing to seemingly noticeable damage to Jason was Crispy's extra powerful fireball, and he wasn't even at low health! As if on queue, Momma Slime and Asura joined the fray! Even though killing Crispy would progress his quest, having the goblin's fire would be invaluable for cleansing undead from the cave. Hell, might as well give diplomacy one more shot right? From what it seemed, even Asura was even trying to talk the scorched goblin down. It was a longshot, but maybe [Charisma I] would prove it's worth in this moment.
One Mana Crystal used.
Five Mana Crystals in inventory.
One Healing Herb used.
One Healing Herb in inventory.
"If it's not too late Crispy, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. Getting betrayed the moment I tried to talk to you made me act irrationally... In fact, I was hoping we could work together to cleanse our home of an even greater threat: UNDEAD. Though their numbers may be small at the moment, they need to be destroyed before the cave is overrun! I can't destroy them all myself Crispy... Can I count on you and your fire to make this cave safe, not just for goblins, but for all it's living denizens?" he said calmly, easily ignoring the virtually negligible attacks of Crispy's grunts.
As Jason talked (of course he waited for Asura to finish his statement first), he stared at the fire-slinging goblin, using [Focus I] to prepare a [Mind Wave I], at the first sign of the goblin trying to hurl another fireball at him, or his companions, Jason would sent forth his psionic attack, even if [Focus I] wasn't yet fully charged. "MIND WAVE--PSYCHIC DESTRUCTION!!!"
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