Hillan

Mains | League of Legends

btw since shipping was mentioned you know what that means.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Tc7MH5ZXbg

@Eklispe

Good god what did I just watch

Mains | League of Legends

Just remember there is a snowstorm coming guys.

And I'll also be skipping to the next day when I come back from vacation if you don't mind. :)

@Ambra

it's k. Chuck'll just skip right back to now. :^)

Edit:

GET IT BECAUSE TIME

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

The Warrior returned with a bottle of grog, his posture was now more reserved - he was scared of the rawhide-clad gunner. "H-Here you go, one bottle of booze.." He said, Kuhn peered his cold eyes at him "S-Sir!"

"Good boy." Kuhn said, taking a swig from the bottle, wiping his mouth, he tossed it at the warrior, whom barely caught it, fumbling it in his hands. "OH GODOHGODOHGOD" The warrior said, as he eventually got a firm grasp on it, holding it in his arms - the same way one might hold an infant.

"Watch him. I'm gonna go take a leak."

"But Boss Goldenrod sai"

"Do I have to see what's in da other five chambers in my gun?"

"N-No sir"

Kuhn got up and left, his duster fluttering as he walked away from the prison - towards the warehouse part of the building, heading towards the quartermaster. He needed another shot.

***

B-Booze.. a faint, hushed whisper were heard from inside of the cell where the guard had just sat down, taking a cup and filling it up with grog that he was now sipping carefully. "Booooozzzeeeee" The voice cried from inside of the cell, the guard still didn't hear him.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooozzzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

"What?" The guard asked

"Gimmeee" The man pleaded.

"No, fuck off. This is mine." He said, cockily.

And that was his mistake, as he was met with a blindly fast punch to the back of his head, sending him flying in the air, performing half a front-flip till he hit the other bars on the other end of the cell block, the bottle was spinning in the air, getting caught by the same hand that had just sent the yellow clad guard flying.

Taking a long drink, his eyes opened wide, with a furious expression

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE ME THIS CHEAP CRAP?!" The pirate's words echoed through the halls, sending the nearby soldiers checking his way

Those soldiers were sent flying faster than quick, piling up on top of each other. Reinforcement arrived, Chester hit knocked the first one so hard he knocked down the four guys behind him. Chester held the knocked out man's head in his fist, dropping him down. "Where's the cheap-ass who gave me trash watered down grog?!"

"WHERE IS HE?!" Chester asked the man he had just dropped, whom had tears running down his eyes from the pain from his wounds. "W-who"

"YOUR BOSS" Raising a fist to strike again

"OHGODPLEASENOHE'SOVERTHERE" The guy cried, trying to pull his hands up to block his face. Chester nodded. "Thanks. You can rest now." He said, throwing the man to the side, crashing down the wall to his side.

Chester now had corridors filled with soldiers to tear through - the rest of the Whitney Warriros had been alerted of his escape, and were arming up to take him on - to protect their boss - and earn their paycheck.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Isaac and Kuhn threw the sleeping Chester in the other cell - he was still asleep when he hit the cold stone floor with a heavy thud. "He could sleep through a storm, huh." Kuhn stated, as Isaac shrugged "After a night of drinking like that, he sure could."

" He drank you under da' table, I heard. How embarrassing" Isaac hissed, drawing his sword, Kuhn put his hand on his shotgun on his thigh, both of them drew their weapons and pointed them at the other in a blink of an eye. "He cheated!" Isaac shouted. Kuhn smirked, from under the shadow of his hat. "Tsk. I heard you and Jeko were up to your regular tricks." Kuhn began "I don't think you've beaten anyone in a honest drinking contest, you lightweight." The gunner taunted, as Isaac gritted his teeth, about to attack.

"Cut it out!" Goldenrod shouted, with a gunshot ringing.

"WHY" Jeko cried from a few feet away. "Leave him be. Newgate, out of here. Leave the pretty boy to watch the prisoner. Call for me as soon as he wakes up." Goldenrod insisted.

"Whatever" Kuhn responded, holstering his weapon as Isaac did the same. "This ain't over, Cyclops." Isaac told Kuhn. "Quiverin' in my boots."

Kuhn grabbed the chair and sat down, leaning against the bars on Chester's new cell. He was taking apart his revolver and cleaning it, tinkering with his different bullets for quite some time, the drunken pirate waking up on the other side of the gate. "D-Drink.." Chester wheezed, his mouth dry. Kuhn lazily shove a bowl of water across the floor to him. Chester took one sip, then spit it out "T-This is water!" He exclaimed, and Kuhn snorted. "Duh. What else would it be"

"I can't drink that, give me booze!" Chester commanded, and Kuhn laughed. "Aren't you hungover?"

"That's why I need the booze"

"Sorry, can't. I'm supposed to call the boss once you've waken up."

"I'm going back to sleep then. Wake me when you got booze"

"What"

"Zzz"

Kuhn, dumbfounded by the once again fast asleep drunk, he walked into the cell, poked him with his steel-toed boot, before softly kicking Chester in the ribs. To no avail. "This son of a bitch." He commanded. He saw some schmuck from the Whitney Warriors walk past, and Kuhn blew a whistle at him. "Hey, servant!" He called.

"I'm no servant, I'm Mikael, a proud member of the Whitney Warriors, and you, you dirtbag, should treat me with the respect I deserv-" Kuhn cut him off by putting his newly reassembled revolver's barrel against his forehead in a lightning quick motion. "If I call you servant, the only thing you'll say is 'what can I do for you, sir'. You got that, shitbag?" To prove a point, he pulled back the hammer on his pistol, and pulled the firing ping.

"Bang." He said, as the gun clicked. "Oops. I only put in five rounds. Suppose you got lucky. Won't happen again. Now, go fetch me a bottle of grog."

Kuhn sat back down as he waited for the warrior to return. "Idiot."

Mains | League of Legends

| TIME DOESN'T LAST FOREVER |
EKKO

As he came to, he looked around again, walking over the window, he saw his own reflection. "What the fuck" He asked, looking at his hands - their hue darker than they normally were, his skin color looking more like his father's. He also noticed that his clothes were changed. His Baseball Tee was now some kind of armored plate, with a red core in it. Behind him laid the red glowing bat? And on his hip hung the red tube looking thing.

"What the fuck" he repeated, a third time. As he threw his hand to the side, the red bat vanished from behind him and appeared in his hand. "Whoa"

Looking out from his window, he could see the rooftop below - where a small group of people were standing. They were all oddly-brightly colored, and resembling League Of Legends Champions. He could clearly pick out a girl looking like Ahri. "What the fuck"

And then came the grotesque monster, resembling the Invisible Insect Predator - Kha Zix. He pieced it together. Somehow, he had taken on the form of Ekko - his favorite character in League Of Legends. He had somehow gotten moved here - into his office from his home. And he felt powerful - more powerful than he had ever before.

He walked backwards, getting ready to pick up speed. "Go for broke.." He said, as he began sprinting towards the window, aiming at breaking the glass and jumping through it, reaching the rooftop below.

Much to his surprise, he dashed through it, without breaking it, materalizing on the other side just as he vanished. Landing on the rooftop with a roll, just like he had practiced in gymnastics years ago. "What the fuck" he repeated for the fifth time in the span of equally as many minutes. Picking himself up, looking at the other guys whom all seemed to share features from characters of Runeterra.

Mains | League of Legends

I had a post finished last night. But Chrome fucked up, and deleted my post, and I've been mad every since and refused to retype it out of principle. I'mma stop being so salty and get a post up when I wake up tomorrow.

Post Your Pikcha

- Me, Judging you heathens.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

Every Party Needs A Pooper

Zachariah Tyrael

Theme

If you stand for nothing, what do you fall for?

Name:

Zachariah "Zac" Tyrael

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Race:

Human

Hunter?:

Ye boy.

Affiliations:

Hunting Party

House Of Tyr.

Personality:

Determined
Honorable
Hard Working
Inexperienced
Zealous
Ambitious

History:

Zachariah is born into the Tyr dynasty. Once upon a time, one of the finest breed of noblemen, knights and warriors in all of the land. They made their name ceveral centuries ago, by fighting dragons, rallying the average monster hunter, and using skill, cunning and incredible strength, they were able to take down the ultimate beasts - The Dragons. Untill the last century, his grandfather was the last to face a dragon in combat. A encounter he walked away from.

Sure, there are still whispers of dragons lurking in the mountains, or in far away lands. But the overall consensus is that the dragons were beaten hundreds of years ago, that Dunamis is no longer plagued by the draconic lords.

As such, Zachariah is the first to be trained as a warrior, a hunter. Trained to be a soldier and a hunter, of more things than dragons. While keeping the traditions of the Dragon Knights intact, he's got a lot to prove to himself, and to the world. A Thousand years worth of family fame to rebuild, and it all hinges on him finding a dragon, and killing said dragon. A lot of pressure, to be certain - and that has affected his personality a lot, making him rather serious, motivated and hard working. He follows orders, and he follows them good.

But being a soldier would of course, never be enough. He had to find a dragon to fight. And you don't find dragons while guarding noblemen from bandits. He needed to get his hunting license, which frankly, was pretty easy for him. But he is young, and still has a lot left to learn. He holds onto his convictions and his virtue above all else, the motto his grandfather taught him before his passing forever rings true.

Conviction is stronger than any blade. A more fierce weapon than any gun. For with conviction virtue, even broken bones can break chains.

Skills and Abilities:

Soldiering: He's good at following command, and your basic combat strategies, he's also quite adept at fighting other people, but still lacking in ability of fight monsters. With his almost ten years of soldier-training comes strong physical prowess, further improved by his Ki-skill.

Dragon Knight: He's got the blood of the Dragon Knights in his veins. His family have spent hundreds of years imitating the dragons, their way of fighting, their way of thinking, even their way of using magic, allowing them to pass on this knowledge from one generation to the next. Zac is far from a fully-trained Dragon Knight, as there are no dragons around to hunt, but he already knows plenty, using unconventional fighting styles, and even able to channel magic and Ki into fierce draconic-esque abilities, should the situation call for it. His Overskill is the ability channel the magic in his blood into dragon powers. An aura inspired by that of a dragon would appear around him, increasing his physical powers and even allowing him to produce fire, but at the cost of draining his Ki to lethal-levels.

Swordsmanship:
Zac is a swordsman - a proud and skilled user of a Gunblade, one of the most efficient weapons at fighting dragons. He's a gunner and a skilled marksman with a handgun, the two are used in synch during battles, allowing him to fight most foes. However, even if he is skilled with the blade and gun, he's far from a master at either. His honor also hinders him a great deal in fights, as he refuses to fight an 'unfair' battle, and will hinder himself to even the odds, if he thinks they are unfair.

Mechanic:
While a warrior at heart, he's also sort of a tinkerer - he built his own gun and blade, putting them together according to old schematics. And he soon picked up on engines and what have you, able to tinker with boats and airships alike.

Shield:
Using the piece his shoulderpad, he's able to use draconic magic, and create a shield around himself, fueled by his ki to absorb damage, protecting himself and / or his allies.

Equipment:

Valor's Talon:
His Gunblade. Crafted from the finest steel, put together by himself. He is able to channel his magic and ki through the blade. Though, this does not really become a feasible battle strategy, unless he uses his Overskill.

Pistol:
His Pistol, given to him by his father. Capable of enhancing the bullets with his ki, to a very limited degree.

Shoulderpad:
Looks like your average leather shoulderpad that's stitched onto his jacket. However, the pad is studded with dragon bones and a plate of dragon bones, allowing anyone who touches it to use a portion of the powerful magic the dragon once held.

The Hexers: Brink Of Despair

HILLAN , RYORYORYOKEN, BUDDHA

INVITE ONLY.

Setting:

WIP

Bestiary:

WIP

Hunting Log:

WIP

Journal:

WIP

The Hexers: Brink Of Despair

His steps were quick, they were soft and they were smooth. Despite being the size of a bear, he was as nimble as a rodent. His boots hit the ground with soft, gracious thuds, as he made his way through the tavern. He had a swagger in his step, a sense of urgency in his every movement, yet he seemed calm and composed. Goosebumps on his skin, what little of it wasn't covered by his dark red tattered cloak that hung over his side, he wore a short-sleeved shirt under the cloak and matching leather bracers and gloves to his cloak. His tunic was dark blue, almost black, his leggings were likewise. The leggings were padded for extra protection, and he wore a chainmail vest on top of his tunic, the chainmail clattered softly as he moved - his boots were armored with a thin layer of metal, as were the knuckles on his gloves. On his back hung a sword - a sword of a kind not often found in the Tullmusk Region, in fact, those who hadn't seen warriors from The East use them had never seen them at all.

And any soldier who had been foolish enough to cross the warriors from the east - for them, the curved blade was the last thing they ever saw. A dim light shone in the man's eyes as he made his way through the tavern, his eyes set on a man sitting at the table - playing cards with the other patrons, drinking and laughing. A light shone in the eyes of the warrior with the eastern blade - his darkened skin began shining with a dim glow, matching the one inside of his eyes, as he lunged at the man playing the cards, grabbing him by the throat, throwing him across the table. The other patrons inside of the tavern got up from their chairs, a hand on their weapons, yet, they decided not to attack, the beastly-strength of the man in the red cloak was enough to convince them that would be an unwise choice.

"W-What do you want?!" The man on the floor, shouted, his voice horse from the tight grip the warrior had held around his throat. "To do my job." He said, as the man on the floor hissed, his pupils turning into slits, his tongue splitting and he grew fangs and claws, his skin taking on a sickly green-color. He lunged at the warrior, hissing hexxxeeer. The warrior pulled his sword, the three red inscriptions inside of the blade began glowing - just as the inscriptions on his forearm and underarm did as he pulled the blade with inhuman speed. Spinning in a semi-circle, swinging as he did so and in a flash, the monster's head was rolling on the floor.

He hunched down and picked up the head, his fingers digging into the eyesockets of the head, crushing the eyes. His other hand grabbed a hold of the split-tongue of the monster, producing a dagger from his belt, he cut off the tongue, putting it in a pouch on his belt. "Young Gorgon's tongue last ingredient for the next batch of ink." He made a note to himself, the frightened people of the tavern looked at him. "W-who are you?!" They shouted - it was a small town, so a warrior like himself coming in and killing 'one of their own' was certainly scaring for most. The man smirked. "Varjas Wildling. I'm a Hexer - Monster Hunter Extraordinare." Varjas said. "And because I happened to need this one's tongue, I will not demand any payment for dealing with the monster - and for crushing it's eyes before it could turn you all into stone."

Now, he had to find his two pupils, probably off getting into trouble. He headed outside, much to his surprise, he found Fucking nerd and Silas standing there with their three horses, waiting for him. "Did you get new proviants? We need to find a new hunt. We're running low on funds, and I'd like to eat in the coming weeks." Varjas spoke, softly. Before looking at his pupils - one a scribe - like himself, and the other a hunter, like his brother had been, rest his soul.

"I got all the resources for the next set of inscriptions for you two. Your trials can begin. We'll make proper Hexers out of you two, yet." Varjas said, mounting his horse, as the three would ride out of the town of Nestshire, on towards the city of Dirkport. They were sure to find work outside of Dirkport, Varjas knew of no other Hexers who prowled there this season, so competition should be light and work should be plenty - a good chance for them to earn some coin, and a chance for the two junior-hexers to prove themselves.