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Hope the mouth was not too much, but wanted to be a little derpy.
Skizzerax cringes when he sees that happen. His scrying spell shows it too, by growing a mouth and saying "HEY! that wasn't very nice! Now I have to find another owl soul that actually gets the job done. Thanks a lot! Now I have to do something about this!" It starts spewing out a green fog, and it goes up their nostrils and...
Makes them feel stronger and grants them 15% more strength until their next battle ends. "Wait, that was supposed to be poison fog. Cursed memory never works. Oh well, enjoy." The mouth blinks out of existence.
No, instead he writes the most insane and derpy letter you will ever read, and asks for a recap.
That's my senile lich for you! I will work on my hero's CS now.
The lich was watching this group, and was amused. If one of them was able to sense a scrying spell they would dectect it, for the lich was not being careful. If his entertainment shut off he would just put it back on with cloaking spells so it was not so easily detected. He held up his hand to shoo the crystal ball that showed the whole city, and it went back to a shelf, still showing the city. He pulls another one up to show outside the mountain, and all was quiet. He uses this one to fly around the world at supreme speeds, flicking through towns like pages in a book. He brings a parchment and quill to his writing desk, and moves his chair over there, all with magic of course. He starts to write a message to the group by enchanting the quill to write what he says, and after muttering some words, a skeletal owl with blue fire in it's chest rises from the ground, and perches on the desk. After writing the message, he ties it, and slides it into a pouch with leather straps, and puts it onto the owl. The owl screeches, and flies off. The message reads this:
Hello, can't help but notice you have a demon problem! I might be able to help. Send the owl back with your reply. Don't bother writing, just tell it the message. Billy can talk and understand common just as well as you can, unless you can't and then this letter is gibberish! But, in the other hand, I can just enchant it to translate to the native language of whoever reads it. Much better than hoping, I believe. Hold on, the crystal ball is complaining. Doh, don't write that down! Stop! Gah!
Sorry, stupid magic quills, too reliable to write EVERYTHING down. It's back to being obedient now. So, you help me with a problem I encountered, and I help you with your demon infestation. I love me some demons. Their souls taste like chicken. But, besides that point, I have a slight problem here. I don't know what's been going on the last five hundred or so years, so maybe you could help me with a recap? You should have been taught history lessons when you were wee little boys like I was once a few thousand years ago, maybe more. I really need to get that number right. But, tell the scary owl your reply, and you will get some help, though it might not work. I'll tell the undead battalion to not flay you alive, but only to do so to demons. Red skinned vermin extermination only.

Hope to hear from you soon,
Skizzerax, The Destroyer
So, anything you want the lich to do? If not I'll work on my hero
The Lich looks at the now destroyed town. He starts walking back over to the mountain while the army under Grunnel's command occupies the ruins of the town. Once back in his lair a good few hours later (I skip uneventful scenery for this guy. He would just kill it. XD), he takes a crystal ball and looks at it. He mutters a scrying spell to watch over the main city, and almost spews out his wine at what he sees. "Well, I'd guess a town turned to ash is the least of their worries now! JORGEN!" The human in the marked black leather enters. "Send a scouting party to the city. Kill the demons. Can't have the blasted red skinned vermin ruining my fun." He waves his hand to tell Jorgen he is dismissed. Jorgen bows, and is off. Those two where the best of his five generals. They would not let him down even if it meant their life. He made sure of that. He continues to watch the area, all the while sipping his wine. He even takes another crystal ball and uses it to fly around the city. anyone in the city would see it as a ball of black fire.
Eh, the lich already has the demons of his past. Get in line. XD
Also the basic skeletons are the easy minions. Wait until he starts to get to the ones that take effort to keep up. Those are nightmares. but those are reserved for defending the fortress.
Also where is the battle taking place?
I know. That village thing was a one time thing also. A lich almost never goes into combat himself, and usually uses his minions. After this town, it's all skeletons.
So only action old lichie is getting is if someone is dumb/brave/both to enter his lair, and is powerful enough to reach him. But his armies are not something to laugh at either.
And sadface to the no alien. Eh well, the lich is enough in the terms of fun. Might make a hero character. Is there already a magic archer? or a pure tank character?
OOOO An idea just hit me.
Anyone up for a marooned alien character for a plot?
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