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    1. Jollan 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current doing trade school online is like reading about a sport and expecting to be able to play it without practice.
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7 yrs ago
Trade > bachelors
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8 yrs ago
Desire to type "git gud" intensifies...
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8 yrs ago
okay, watched the first episode of goblin slayer, not nearly as bad as what it was made out to be. Still a bit depressing but hey, saved 2 of 4 rookies, coulda been worse.
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8 yrs ago
So i figured out, as much as id love the equivalent of an anime doom guy slaying goblins, i dont like seeing the lovely anime chicas catch a case of the mutilation.

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Why hello, you little stalker. As you can see above I have recorded your visit for potential future stalking purposes. In that list you may find some other recent stalking victims. You may wonder, "Oh no! I've been caught! Whatever shall I do! What will become of me!" Well... I can assure you nothing....as in really...nothing. Except the fact that you may have wasted a precious few moments of your life with this bio. In this, I can say for every person that reads this, I have stolen that moment in your life that you could have been doing something else. Anything really.....Are you still here? Shouldn't you...I don't know, be posting in one of your RPs? I'm sure somebody is waiting for your response, it might even be me. You are procrastinating aren't you? I know I am. At the very moment I typed this I was supposed to be writing papers for class. See? Now I've been wasting time on both our accounts. Look what you made me do.

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Ok, that is enough stalking...

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There really isn't anything else here...

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I'm gonna call the police...

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(What's the number for 9-1-1?)

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*phew* I love dropping i a good fight scene. I tried to not make it so long as it was just a duel between the two so I just made it short and sweet. Something scary about the executioners, out of the ~3 i planned on having them fight, Grom didn't have magic :)


Dremmick sidestepped a hammering blow from Grom just as he came within arms reach. His sidestep went low, forcing him to use his arms to flip himself back around to his feet. When he landed he drew his damaged arm back summoning the pool of blood he left behind him. Three crimson lances shot out of the puddle, leaving little to no blood behind where it was. Grom heard them hissing through the air and was able to dodge two before deflecting the third with his gauntlet. However, this left him a momentary widow of vulnerability, which Dremmick capitalized on. Dremmick quickly launched his rope dart and it burried into the hulking figure's left arm, not where he was aiming but it would have to do. He then hopped p and yanked against the rope, launching himself forward, wielding a long blade that formed of of his right palm. His blade was just starting to make contact with the executioner's side everything came to a halt, starting with his face. Grom caught Dremmick by the head as he was flying toward him. The masive hand engulfed Dremmick and the strain on his neck was anything but comfortable.

"You should have ran with the others, worm. I will make this place your grave." He then clenched his hand putting an emencse amount of pressure on Dremmick and then slammed him head first into the ground, only to toss him back up and launch him with a bone shattering punch. When Dremmick crashed into a wall, he wasnt surprised to find another spear with an odd purple ribbon buried in his gut. He started to cough up blood as he got up, the spear falling out by itself.

"You seem to forget...Grom..," Dremmick's body was starting to have a black haze around it. Slowly, he was fixing himself, but no completely. "A blood mage is most dangerous... when it bleeds." From his body a red crimson armor started to from, much like the armor seen on a knight. a long lance formed at his right hand. "COME" He taunted. Grom took the bait, he charged in full throttle. Dremmick lifted his let arm and opened his palm. "BLOOD SALVO" and immediately bolts of energy traded for blood were shot from his hand, blasting away at Grom and the terrain around him. When he stopped his arm drew back and recharged while he blood quickly replenished. Grom, now heavily injured, was still charging, enraged and in a frenzy. Dremmick charged at the man for a second time, this time however, he used his lance to pole vault up in the air. once in the air and above Grom he turned and transferred all the armor to his lance, making it larger and heavier, and threw it down at the behemoth below. It struck home. The man was hit directly in the heard and died shortly after. All the excess blood outside of Dremmick's body quickly evaporated away as Dremmick went unconscious in midair and fell to the ground. He had used an excess amount of magic and blood, causing him not to be able to create blood fast enough for himself. On top of that, it seemed that there was poison on that last spear and it seemed he lost his medical bag somewhere during the struggle.
I was ready for cookies.....COOKIES! lol
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Grom pulled out three more short spears as he picked out another target, or targets in this case. He then griped all three in his massive fist as he threw them straight toward Ris and the two girls hauling her off.

"NO!" Dremmick screamed, and in an instant he subconsciously used his real powers. A burst of blood magic erupted from his bandages arm, tearing away the bandages. A large shield formed in front of Cilia, Ris, and Crystal. It was a dark metallic crimson red and shrouded in a black misty haze. It also had the very distinct smell of blood. The three spears hit the shield and they fell to the ground with a woody clatter, doing little to nothing against it.

There was a momentary silence as the scene sunk in. Dremmick had never used his power openly before without covering it up as something else. His arm now exposed from under the bandages it could now be seen for what it was. it was all gnarled and scarred up. I was a horrific and macabre thing covered in wounds and sores. From those wounds and sores, there was a terrible amount of bleeding, however, it was from this that the crimson construct that shielded the girls came from. Dremmick retracted his shield and turned away from the rest of the group. He was ashamed of his hideous arm and now the secret of his vile cursed magic was out. He couldn't bare anyone to see it. He pulled his hood back over his head as he said in a low tone, "Please leave. This is not how I wish for you to see me."

"Blood magic..., you never cease to disappoint," Grom said, "I'll put you out of your misery worm." The hulking figure started to run toward Dremmick. Dremmick, in return, painfully pulled the spear out of his side, though it seemingly healed immediately because he went on to charge at his foe.
"That was you!?" Dremmick said perplexed that she knew where Terra was. It was the same place he left after....'dealing' with the messenger from earlier. He heard a slight commotion from scouts, but they didn't believe it was much. With Dremmick secretly cutting his ties with the Jailers, however, he didnt pay it any mind. "Well, I'll be... I knew you were my favorite. Had the they not become so corrupt, I think you would have made an excellent Jailer." He said as he pulled out a map and spread it on the ground.

"That's the place there. They keep it guarded heavy both days and nights, but I think they slack off a bit during the day. After all, most Jailers work in the shadows. Once you get there you may want to take this path he-...." Dremmick's sentence was cut short by a sickening thud. He slowly rolled forward and caught himself with his arm as he hit the ground. When he fell to his hands and knees a short spear was sticking out of his side.

"You are sentenced to death, Traitors. Your words just confirmed it." came a large booming voice from a rooftop. The man was huge and well built. he had a pouch full of short spears and large gauntlets with heavy studs on the knuckles. He wore black pants that were tucked into leather boots, long leather faulds starting at the belt, and a black hood at his head. on his broad chest was a black lock with a red keyhole. Dremmick recognized him instantly. It was one of the head executioners within the jailers, Grom.

"Grom," Dremmick said as he attempted to stand. "You all need to leave....HURRY!.. I'll deal with this." He looked over to Leon as he grabbed at the spear in his side. "I'll meet back with everyone....when I can."

Grom jumped from the building and landed on the ground across the square, cratering the earth beneath him. "There will be no escape for you, vermin." he spat as he started to walk across to them.

"RUN!" Dremmick yelled at them.
"Well, hello, Ris! Might I say you look radiant as always." Dremmick said with a bow. The last time he saw Ris was the same time his group had met with fairytale in the past, before Ander's memory was taken. Though, like most Jailers, he didn't show much emotion -save for his knack for being overly polite- Dremmick was obviously smitten with Ris, always taking the chance to compliment her. Though he wasn't sure if she felt the same way, he had always continued to do so none the less.
"Well, since you are here I guess it is an audience," he said smiling.
Elsewhere, Ander's head was writhing in pain. Slowly, some of his memories were coming back to him as he concentrated on them. The curse, although it was originally fairly strong, had worn down over time. His exposure to the person's involved in those memories were revealing those that had been shrouded by the curse. While not fully freed from it, he was making progress, no matter how painful it came.

Though he could remember Cilia and Inigo a little better now, he still had the resolve not to let them interfere.
Dremmick made a small bow toward the arriving group, greeting them. "Well, well. looks like there was actually quite an audience tonight, eh?"
"Well, to an end... yes, but with dire consequences." Dremmick started. "To break the curese, it would take the magic essence of the earlier mentioned types of dragon slayers. Normally, to do that, it would require making them a living sacrifice. However, with Ander's power, he can obtain the magic without killing the victim in the form of a crystal. Unofrtunately, however, it requires the sacrifice of the person casting the spell as well, because it will take his magic energy as well. Meaning that if he succeeded in at least breaking this curse, he could very well die as a result." Dremmick shifted uncomfotably. "I think he believes that if they are both going to die, might as well save the other. Something happened tonight though, he is starting to remember."
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