Avatar of Guy0fV4lor
  • Last Seen: 6 mos ago
  • Joined: 6 yrs ago
  • Posts: 979 (0.45 / day)
  • VMs: 1
  • Username history
    1. Guy0fV4lor 6 yrs ago
  • Latest 10 profile visitors:

Status

Recent Statuses

2 yrs ago
Current God Bless the USA! Happy 4th Everyone! (though admittedly a day late)
1 like
2 yrs ago
Oh yay-- the status bar has turned into Twitter again... My favorite.
13 likes
2 yrs ago
Damn dude-- don't remind me what's been taken from us.... I seriously miss that game.
1 like
2 yrs ago
Imagine not using maple syrup to sweeten your coffee.
1 like
3 yrs ago
AFTER MUCH TIME-- LIFE RELEASES MINE GONADS FROM ITS CRUEL VICE...... YA BOI RETURNS!
2 likes

Bio

Coming Soon!

(or whenever I get off my lazy ass)

Here's a couple neat memes while you wait:

Most Recent Posts

It's far from complete, but I figured I'd give yall a peek.


And now I've just colonized it muthafucka!

Checkmate.
I'd like to get my name on that waitlist as well

@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

From what Jason could guess, the difference between Geir and Mira's souls provided far more insight than just the size of their mana pools; like he'd initially thought. The thickness of a creature's soul was likely tied to physical attributes, like endurance, and strength. Akin to pressurizing a canister, the more robust the containing vessel, the denser it's contents could be without risk of rupturing. Could spirit class undead have no mana cap simply due to their distinct lack of 'container'? It was an interesting thought, but not something he could really explore at the moment. Brightness was most definitely a representation of a creature's magic stats. Likely related to how conductive an individual's meridians were to ambient mana. Mira's soul was large and bright, but was noticeably translucent. This showed that while she had high MP and magic stats, her SP and physical stats were lacking in comparison. Geir however, had a soul that was thick, yet somewhat dim and noticeably smaller than that of Mira. Meaning he high SP and physical stats, but lackluster MP and magical stats.

While pondering such revelations might lead to some rather interesting discoveries-- the situation was quickly escalating once again, the fact that there were now TWO potential enemies standing before the group of reincarnators did not bode well. Especially when one of these enemies more than likely had the proper tools to combat ghosts.... Once Jason glimpsed that green source crystal Mira had produced, he knew she'd be able to see him. With how poorly undead were likely viewed in a world such as this, getting spotted would more than likely be kill-on-sight. Not only would she be able to see him-- but also receive insight on his skills and abilities. If just being undead wasn't already bad enough, the two ranks of [Taboo] he possessed would be the final nail in the coffin.

But then, an idea reverberated through his mind like the ring a bell.

But what if I wasn't necessarily undead?

He stared at the soil beneath him as he gauged his probability of success; his mana was around 90% 'full' (if he had to guess), he had the skills [Earth Vein], [Spiritual Awareness II], [Meditiation], [Transparency], [Guidance], and most importantly-- [Possession]. He aimed to replicate the events that had occurred when he'd had his strange dream, and learned of Onogoro. But this time, he would commit to the new body that had begun to take shape.

Jason thrust himself into the earth; just as he had in the forest, stirring up soil and dust in his wake. Enveloped in darkness, he entered a focused [Meditiation]; silencing his senses, sinking as deep into the depths of the earth as he could in the few precious moments he could afford. Jason's mana surged within him as he activated [Guidance], "Onogoro, I ask for your wisdom-- that it may guide me. That I may take on the unyielding form of stone!"

Jason activated [Earth Vein]; like a final gasp for air, that he could align himself with the mana of the earth as final preparation for the oncoming change.

"POSSESSION!"

@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

Though it was painfully obvious that the Goblinette that found them was a fellow reincarnator, there was something... Off. She wasn't like the rest of them. Jason could tell as much from the get-go. But the way she talked wasn't right. She sounded young. Even younger than Digbie. That demon king bastard has an awfully fucked up sense of humor... Jason thought to himself as he looked her over. This must've been the goblin Geir had mentioned; Miiba. She was clearly too well fed, clothed, and armed to have been a prisoner. Had the farm's residents taken in a goblin? If they did, it made sense why Geir wanted to kill the "unusual" monsters himself instead of calling in backup. Since this reincarnatior was so young, Jason figured Danny wouldn't have much of a problem convincing her to act as if she hadn't seen them, so they could leave.

Mira called. Danny and Miiba answered simultaneously.

If Jason still had eyes, they'd have popped out of his head. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." he muttered audibly. "I hope you know what the FUCK you're doing Danny..." Jason growled at Danny, "If shit gets heated again I'm not sure how much I can help."

He frantically eyed Mira and Geir. Though their souls were clearly getting closer, they didn't seem to be in that flared 'combative' state that they had earlier. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jason focused on his meditation. He knew the earth had power. That it's power tended to gather and withstand. Danny had also mentioned something about mana particles at one point?

Jason focused as he pressed against the soil. His [Meditation], the natural replenishing circulation of his mana; his flow, as one might call it. He spurred it forth, into the earth to activate that stored golden energy and sweep it back into himself.
"Hate tah break et to ya lass-" Anrak chuckled at Hilde as she complimented his gatecrashing, "Eye'm jus getting stahrted."

Drawing his sword and shield, the giant warrior fearlessly threw himself into the fray, carving his way through the masses of bandits. However, before he could get too far into the tide of bodies, Dorran had caught up to him; asking that he go free the girls trapped in cages in the middle of the camp.

"Ayem on et." Anrak nodded to the Chief as he fought his way toward the kidnapped girls. This was the first time he'd fought actual people since he'd sworn himself to this new life-- and hacked off his horns. He used to lose himself in the bloodshed he wreaked in his old life, any regret, mercy, or restraint washed away in the warm splash crimson, and the haze of euphoria that accompanied such brutality; the memories of battle blurring into something of a waking dream. The feeling was addictive, like an itch that wouldn't leave, and only got stronger.

But something was different this time.

There was no red haze. No head-tingling euphoria. Even the tug of bloodlust struggled to manifest. The towering warrior shuddered as he marched towards the cages, his sobered eyes scanning the battlefield. The Varuk warriors from Kalla, Hilde included seemed to revel in battle. It wasn't the addictive bloodlust that he'd fallen prey to-- but he found it slightly unsettling nonetheless. Even worse was Chihiro, how she danced her foes to the grave. To deny that the dance was indeed beautiful would be a lie; in fact, such beauty only served to make it all the more disturbing in Anrak's mind.

Everyone around him seemed to be enjoying themselves in one way or another... Except Anrak. As he tore away the door to the last cage, he began to wonder-- was this what he had looked like? To the people he killed? The people who witnessed him kill?

Maybe he was just unused to being so aware.

But he didn't have much time to dwell on this newfound perspective. A massive noise called him to attention-- Dorran the Chief of Kalla was on the ground. Dead at the feet of another large Varuk. The wild look in the bandit chief's eyes stirred a hatred in Anrak's heart. Seeing him stand over the broken body of the honorable man that had died reminded the half-beast of himself. Of who he used to be. The man he wanted to forget.

Anrak charged forward as the bandit chief raised his hammer a second time. Explosive energy tore through the air, causing the massive warrior to be thrown several steps back. The stumps of his horns burned. His skull tingled with excitement. A haze filled his vision. And a familiar sensation returned with a vengence.

The whites of Anrak's eyes turned crimson as blood vessels burst from strain. Saliva foamed at the edges of his mouth like that of a rabid beast-- and no less than five Varuk fought to restrain their ally that had suddenly lost all sense of reason....
Surely you mean


That actually used to be my discord pfp before I found the Gem I'm currently using.
DEUS VULT
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet