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The High Dracomancer
STATUS: I have an idea for an RP, but not sure about it. I know I wouldn't be able to GM it by myself, that's for sure. 10 yrs ago
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I have an idea for an RP, but not sure about it. I know I wouldn't be able to GM it by myself, that's for sure.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
There, made my post.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Sir, those monsters are pushing further and further into the city, it won't take them long to get here."
"It will still take them time, use it to gather my things, make sure to-" An elderly dwarf's sentence was cut off by a scream, which was followed by a dwarf being help down a stairway, a crossbow where his collarbone was, "He was hit by a stray bolt, he'll live, but-" He was interrupted the the elderly one, "If they're firing into the city, then there are monsters that have slipped past the barricades," he muttered a short string of curses, "Secure my alchemy notes, every one of them, then destroy and burn everything else.. We're heading to one of the escape tunnels with the others."
"Even the... experiments?" The alchemist looked at him, and gave a short, curt nod. The dwarf guard gathered a couple others and set about killing what was in the cages in the next room.
An elven woman, with the appearance of having once been a proud warrior, was huddled in the corner of one cage wearing nothing but loose, tattered, and torn rags, a unfocused and blank look in her eyes. She didn't even look when some dwarves entered the room and started systematically killing the other cages animals and sentient beings. The leader of the group made his way to her cage, looked at her for but a moment, then opened the cage to more easily drive his blade into her. As soon as it broke into her skin and went about an inch in, the pain and her short scream woke him up, the blade stuck and black fluid sprouted from around the blade and before the dwarf could register what happened a black tendril shot through his throat and stuck out of the base of his skull, he was dead before he hit the ground.
Black, monster-like hands and claws formed around her hands, the feet following suit as her face was covered by a solid mask. The blade was pulled out and tossed aside, the noise drawing the attention of the other two dwarves, who immediately noticed the dead body and decided to rush what had killed him. One got there first, tripped over a limb in his rush, and had his throat ripped out as he fell, left to die slowly. The other was smarter, and had just reached the doorway and started to yell something when Mar came upon him. The life was ended quickly with a claw to the base of the skull. All that was left was two more guards, who appeared to be mercenary brigands hired for this shady work, one of which was injured from a bolt, and an old alchemist. "G-get it, kill it!" The healthy dwarf charged, and once he was nearly upon Mar just stopped, his arms falling limp to his sides before his body fell. A tendril slowly receding back into the elf's body.
Needless to say, the wounded dwarf didn't take much and the alchemist was half-dead in Mar's hand when the doors could be heard opening. Whoever was coming in would hear the old dwarven alchemist begging for his life and trying to make deals, making repeating mentions of his research and the secured escape tunnels out of the city. The only reason he was still alive was because Mar was debating whether to take him as a temporary host while his current one recovered. No, it was too late for that, and he raised a hand to end the man's life.
"It will still take them time, use it to gather my things, make sure to-" An elderly dwarf's sentence was cut off by a scream, which was followed by a dwarf being help down a stairway, a crossbow where his collarbone was, "He was hit by a stray bolt, he'll live, but-" He was interrupted the the elderly one, "If they're firing into the city, then there are monsters that have slipped past the barricades," he muttered a short string of curses, "Secure my alchemy notes, every one of them, then destroy and burn everything else.. We're heading to one of the escape tunnels with the others."
"Even the... experiments?" The alchemist looked at him, and gave a short, curt nod. The dwarf guard gathered a couple others and set about killing what was in the cages in the next room.
An elven woman, with the appearance of having once been a proud warrior, was huddled in the corner of one cage wearing nothing but loose, tattered, and torn rags, a unfocused and blank look in her eyes. She didn't even look when some dwarves entered the room and started systematically killing the other cages animals and sentient beings. The leader of the group made his way to her cage, looked at her for but a moment, then opened the cage to more easily drive his blade into her. As soon as it broke into her skin and went about an inch in, the pain and her short scream woke him up, the blade stuck and black fluid sprouted from around the blade and before the dwarf could register what happened a black tendril shot through his throat and stuck out of the base of his skull, he was dead before he hit the ground.
Black, monster-like hands and claws formed around her hands, the feet following suit as her face was covered by a solid mask. The blade was pulled out and tossed aside, the noise drawing the attention of the other two dwarves, who immediately noticed the dead body and decided to rush what had killed him. One got there first, tripped over a limb in his rush, and had his throat ripped out as he fell, left to die slowly. The other was smarter, and had just reached the doorway and started to yell something when Mar came upon him. The life was ended quickly with a claw to the base of the skull. All that was left was two more guards, who appeared to be mercenary brigands hired for this shady work, one of which was injured from a bolt, and an old alchemist. "G-get it, kill it!" The healthy dwarf charged, and once he was nearly upon Mar just stopped, his arms falling limp to his sides before his body fell. A tendril slowly receding back into the elf's body.
Needless to say, the wounded dwarf didn't take much and the alchemist was half-dead in Mar's hand when the doors could be heard opening. Whoever was coming in would hear the old dwarven alchemist begging for his life and trying to make deals, making repeating mentions of his research and the secured escape tunnels out of the city. The only reason he was still alive was because Mar was debating whether to take him as a temporary host while his current one recovered. No, it was too late for that, and he raised a hand to end the man's life.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Mar'Ament "The Formless One" "The Black Blood"
Physical Form: Mar, as one of his titles suggests, has no defined form, only being recognized most as like a black, blood-like fluid that can move on its own in any way it wants, taking up any shape or form that he wants or needs to.
Abilities: Is currently incapable of using magic, but can learn it. Physical combat ability is potentially unlimited, the only limiting factor how much mass he has. Is capable of learning flight, and is able to harden different parts of himself into rock-like, iron-like, or harder consistencies.
Personality: Calm, tactical, observant, and to many uncaring or indifferent. To others, should they earn it, a good ally to have.
Wants/Needs: Doesn't exactly have any, though he has a thirst to learn and recover the history that was lost to him. Both of which he feels capable of doing himself. Does have a passive want of getting stronger, however.
Relationships: None for now.
Backstory: Mar has no memories from before he 'woke up'. So instead, I'll talk about when he was released. He was sealed inside an urn in some ruins right on the border of the elvish and dwarven territories, and a small group of elven warriors was sent to investigate, explore, and obtain anything of their people to bring back. One of them, a female elf, entered the chamber in which his urn resided. A couple of the other elves followed and they each went about searching the many bookshelves and few chest in the room. The female, unfortunately for her, touched the urn and it cracked from age. Right as that happened, the doors slammed shut, likely due to ancient magic, and a black blood from inside the urn shattered it as he lunged at the elf.
One swing of the sword went right through it and did nothing, one swing was all she could do before it clung to her chest. She didn't feel it, but multiple small cut were made on her skin, then she felt the pain of the fluid entering her body through those cuts and her mouth and nose. Needless to say, he passed out and Mar took control, slaying the other elves in the room that tried to help her before he entered another dormant, restful state. The elf would wake up later, in a cage being drawn into the mountains by dwarves, feeling something inside her body and at the back of her mind.
Other: Nothing at the moment.
Physical Form: Mar, as one of his titles suggests, has no defined form, only being recognized most as like a black, blood-like fluid that can move on its own in any way it wants, taking up any shape or form that he wants or needs to.
Abilities: Is currently incapable of using magic, but can learn it. Physical combat ability is potentially unlimited, the only limiting factor how much mass he has. Is capable of learning flight, and is able to harden different parts of himself into rock-like, iron-like, or harder consistencies.
Personality: Calm, tactical, observant, and to many uncaring or indifferent. To others, should they earn it, a good ally to have.
Wants/Needs: Doesn't exactly have any, though he has a thirst to learn and recover the history that was lost to him. Both of which he feels capable of doing himself. Does have a passive want of getting stronger, however.
Relationships: None for now.
Backstory: Mar has no memories from before he 'woke up'. So instead, I'll talk about when he was released. He was sealed inside an urn in some ruins right on the border of the elvish and dwarven territories, and a small group of elven warriors was sent to investigate, explore, and obtain anything of their people to bring back. One of them, a female elf, entered the chamber in which his urn resided. A couple of the other elves followed and they each went about searching the many bookshelves and few chest in the room. The female, unfortunately for her, touched the urn and it cracked from age. Right as that happened, the doors slammed shut, likely due to ancient magic, and a black blood from inside the urn shattered it as he lunged at the elf.
One swing of the sword went right through it and did nothing, one swing was all she could do before it clung to her chest. She didn't feel it, but multiple small cut were made on her skin, then she felt the pain of the fluid entering her body through those cuts and her mouth and nose. Needless to say, he passed out and Mar took control, slaying the other elves in the room that tried to help her before he entered another dormant, restful state. The elf would wake up later, in a cage being drawn into the mountains by dwarves, feeling something inside her body and at the back of her mind.
Other: Nothing at the moment.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Kangutso, are you going or not? If not, why not?
I've been waiting but I can make another solo post easily.
Sorry, found myself distracted. Will get a post out soon.
Kitten, he won't go to the party unless someone catches him out and drags him there. And I won't use an NPC for that.
*realizes that he doesn't know if the current cast could fit in that role*
...Still. I might try posting and having him hanging around outside without a costume or mask.
*realizes that he doesn't know if the current cast could fit in that role*
...Still. I might try posting and having him hanging around outside without a costume or mask.
And here i am, unable to post due to not knowing for sure what Silas will be doing while everyone's at a party...
I'm having trouble thinking up a post. Just assume he follows Rebecca.
No volunteers to pull Silas to the party? I guess he will be staying at home, or walking around outside.
EDIT: Also, what about punishments for what happened in the mall?
EDIT: Also, what about punishments for what happened in the mall?
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
He's not in an abyss. Just want to know if Lugu had any plans for Clotho that I would be interrupting.
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