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Daemon Web- NMV

A gap in Fury's defenses, a gamble to be sure, but Kanitah was pressed for time and energy so he had to make some risky gambles to make some headway in this fight. At a halfway point in his rotation he made a sharp movement, breaking into a sprint as best he could. The pain in his lower back was still noticeable, but it was fast enough to clear the gap in only a few moments. With Fury's guard down and Kanitah's fists ablaze, metaphorically, although literally isn't out of the question. All he needs is a little bit of friction and paper. Where was I again?

Oh right.

Bridging the gap between them in a few long sprinting steps, his right foot slamming into the ground just before he ran into Fury. This sudden stop turned all of that forward momentum into something that he could weaponize. Weaponize how? Well when he stopped he made sure he had his left fist raised. With an overexaggerated swing he brought his hand forward with every single pound of force from his momentum, weight, and swing. Kanitah's fist rode the wind straight towards Fury's gut, this is an upwards swing if you haven't noticed by now. Kanitah is a good foot shorter than Fury is, so this is obvious.

With a resounding crack his fist slammed into his diaphragm with more than enough force and speed to send his foe sailing through the air. Now, some factors to take into account. Kanitah was running at about 2/3rds speed, so we're at about 120 mph. His hands are wrapped in spider web which is stronger than steel cable, so when his fist collides with Fury it's going to have a softer impact on him and a harder impact on Fury. And finally, though he does not have Darligrov his strength is three fold with the engine. This is thirty tons of lifting force, baby.

Every single factor right there is going straight into Fury's gut, and to be honest, Kanitah's got a bit of a smug grin on his face. Though he's prepared. Kanitah's reckless and foolhardy, but this is still a gamble. If this punch doesn't send Fury flying he's got his right hand cocked backwards and ready to follow up with another punch.

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Mm, a showoff indeed. The young lad had engulfed himself in some energy quite foul indeed. (The irony here being that his own energy is foul in both the literal and metaphorical sense.)As the two made a beeline into the air, the Overlord sort of stood there on the ground. "Have you both already decided to run? You'll get nothing accomplished up there. You'll find rather quickly that I am fully capable of fighting you at a distance." That grey smog that envelops his body began to pump out of his blade faster and faster, wrapping itself around the sword and forming small blue crystalline shapes along the blade's edge. "Now, if you would politely come down here so I may slay the." There was little effort to his movement, he brought his body down and slid the tip of the sword across the earth. Causing a small rut to form along the trail it traced on the ground. "Because otherwise I will simply kill you from down here!"

Shouting his command he dragged the blade in the opposite direction he swung it vertically towards the foes in the sky. Now, for a normal swordsman this would be a fruitless and silly endeavor. But this is the Nameless Undead Overlord. Those small blueish crystals that had formed along the edge of his blade fused together and fired upwards in a long and deadly sharp spear of soul mass. Aimed in the general direction of the younger warrior, however, if it missed the younger warrior the chances of it hitting the other one were reasonable as well. Hopefully he'd get the message across that he's not one to be toyed with at long range.

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I never post Overlord's full CS, he's a high tier for sure when I fully list everything he can do. But god damn it takes hours just to write it out. He's a remarkable mage, I just never want to play him at his absolute best. So I just have him with a stock set of magic spells to put him below high tier.

I edited out the armor bit, by the way.

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Welp, I've gone ahead and put up my post. Deciding to just hop right into it.

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The metallic clang of his hefty armor was sure to announce his presence long before he even arrived to the battlefield properly, turning a wooded pathway he was met with the sight of a rather remarkably large tree and two men. One clad in soft garb and the other winged, it seemed that the winged one was speaking up to the resting one who was obviously comfortable in the tree. Mayhaps they had received the same invitation that he had. The winged one voiced upwards at the man in the tree a question. "Are you a nephilim?" The Overlord's head tilted slightly as he overheard this. Deciding that even though it is considered rude to answer a question you aren't asked he would answer. "Nephilim?" In a tone that was clearly that of a man from high society with a remarkably calm voice for one who would be considered an abomination by normal men. "Why, do you happen to mean the offspring of the sons of god and daughters of man? Those giant folk of angelic heritage? I don't believe the man you speak to would be a Nephilim. He's shorter than I am, and I look up to most of their kind."

Though it was clearly a faked cough, he cleared his throat. "Now, I apologize for my intrusion but I received a letter through a courier and I'm wondering if I am in the correct place. It claimed that in this forest I would meet my demise, on the way here I dispatched two would-be assassins and a brigand. Now, if I am correct, would you just so happen to be the ones that I'm to meet by end by? If so, I'm prepared to face you in honorable combat. If not, I must apologize for my brazen actions over the course of the next five minutes." From his left hand side he grasps the handle of a blade that is hanging off his hip by a length of leather, This blade is as long as he is tall and half as wide. While slowly withdrawing it from its strap he speaks. "Due to my suspicious nature, I must in fact take your lives to prevent any chance of you taking mine in the future. I do hope you understand. But I didn't take upon this grizzly visage of a lich to die to the hands of an upstart." With the light sound of air being pushed out of the way he fully withdrew the sword and pointed it at the boy with wings. "I suppose I shall take you first, you seem to be unprepared."

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I thought people would like that, Grey Nasty is what happens when you take a serious villain and write him as relaxed as you can.

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So we just hop in after posting a character? Sweet.

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Character name: Well, here's the thing. He really doesn't know, and he can't settle on a name for himself. Call him whatever you like, as long as he's looking at you he'll know you're referring to him.

Aliases and/or titles: Nameless Undead Warlord, Undead Overlord, Warlord of Rot, The Grey Nasty.

Age: Somewhere upwards of 500, he's been undead for 483 years, but was alive for X-number of years prior. He assumes somewhere around 20-30.
Height: 7'7"
Weight: 170lbs
Description: A corpse in a suit of armor with a bigass sword, not much else to say. The sword itself is constantly pouring energy into his body, from the small crystal in the base of the blade comes a thick grey magick energy source. This feeds into his body and encases his skeleton in a grey fog. It smells disgusting.

Powers:
+Undeath: Simple enough, if he is not killed he cannot die.
+Unbound Strength: Without the limitations of the mortal form his strength is pretty remarkable, for a corpse. Can lift around 2000 lbs with some effort. Which is good, his sword weighs more than he does at 210lbs.
+Above Average Human Speed: As time has gone by he's come up with ways to make his armor clad behind run faster, which is good, because it makes him harder to hit. At top speed he runs at 28mph. Only a little faster than the world record running speed for humans.
+Lacking Organs: This may come as a surprise, but without these organs he has a few advantages. Without a stomach, he doesn't need to eat. Without a heart, he can't bleed out. Without hormone glands he doesn't produce exhaustive acids that make him tired..
+Mysticisms Aplenty:
-Complex Fire Magic:
Basic Fireballs to Complex Firestorms, these burn at varying temperatures and vary in dispersal and force. (1210 - 2400 Degrees Fahrenheit depending on charge.)
Fireballs - Firesurges: I don't have to explain fireballs, do I? Surges have wide casting areas but are flat and blade like. Does not cut.
Firewalls - Firestorms: Walls are protective and push directly in front of him. Firestorms rain down from above and burn a 10x10 area.

-Complex Swamp Magic:
Swamp Gas: With a wave of his hand or sword he unleashes a wide area of foul smelling gas into the battlefield. It is not caustic, poisonous, or even deadly. It just really stinks. Can be ignited by fire and high temperatures.
Mud Hands: If he is standing on slightly moist ground this can activate, by jabbing his sword into the ground he can cause hands made of mud to grab the ankles of his foes to slow them down.
Mud Shot: Same with before, if he's on wet ground he can raise blocks of mud upwards and fire them like missiles.

-Weak Storm Magic:
Basic Wind Blasts: From the palm of his hand he can generate winds strong enough to knock a mortal man off his feet. Can also be used to block oncoming blades. When cast from the sword it will send out a wall of wind that can knock down multiple men.
Basic Electrical Discharges: If he grapples with you he can discharge a weak electrical surge, not strong enough to stop a human's heart but strong enough to cause pain and muscle spasms.
Water Ensnare: When a sufficient source of water is nearby he can use water like an extension of his body, a single tendril of water extends from his hand and wraps around the head of his opponent. If it remains unbroken it will drown the foe.

-Complex Soul Magic:
Basic Soul Blasts to Complex Soul Destroyers, these are more spear shaped and cause phyical and spiritual pain. They explode like sugar glass on contact, does not blow up like conventional explosives.
Soul Blasts: Blasts launch a foot long needle of grey soul energy towards the opponent. Can penetrate human flesh, breaks on bone.
Soul Destroyer: A twelve foot long spear of grey soul energy launches at the target, blasts apart three feet away from target. Turning into a shotgun blast of foot long needles.

-Weak Earth Magic:-
Rumble the Ground: A weak but very effective tool, he jabs the blade into the ground and it glows a bright grey. Then the grey glow blasts into the ground, shaking it like a small earthquake. Disorienting foes and knocking over normal humans who are unprepared for the assault. If you've got your feet firmly planted it's not really a problem.

-Enchantments:
This is just worth mentioning, as his sword is enchanted. Like a lot. There are fifteen enchantments of unbreaking upon the sword, two enchantments of never-dulling, and five enchantments of sharpness. This makes the blade fifteen times harder than it was when it was first forged and five times sharper than it was when it was first forged. It does not grow dull, ever.

The final, and most important enchantment, is a series of dispersal magics. This is how Grey Nasty competes with the strongest of foes, underneath equipment is where I will explain this.

Abilities:
+Skilled Swordsman: He's become very skilled at what he does, which is killing. A lot of it. At the forefront of his assault is the blade Grey Putresence, the soul bearing sword he created himself. He's able to swing it with ease, despite its great heft.

Equipment:
Grey Putresence:
The near unbreakable blade wielded by this nameless overlord. It comprises of two tiers of blade. The first of which is closest to the hilt and is five feet long and nine inches wide. The second of the tiers is three feet long and six inches wide. The hilt itself is two handed and measures out to a foot long. It is a simple sword with a crystal rammed through the bottom of it. This is his source, his phylactery. The phylactery is the only part of this blade that is not indestructable, as hard as marble it is his greatest weakness. If it is destroyed, he will die with it.

Though the Overlord himself is unable to compete with stronger opponents, the dispersal spells on his blade allow him to fight great enemies with ease. Grey Putrescence does not transfer force to the weilder and works as the universe's most effective shield. Foes that are a hundred times as strong as the Overlord could strike this blade and he would stand his ground without injury.

The Overlord's Armor:
A heavy suit of iron armor, weighing in at 400 lbs, it would weigh down any normal man. But the Overlord is no normal man! The Overlord is superhuman and he travels in this hefty armor with ease. It is a few inches thick and covers his entire body, aside from his face. The Overlord's rotting face can be seen through the opening in the front. The chestplate has small sharp spikes on it in case of grappling. There is nothing remarkable about the armor itself

Weaknesses:
+If seperated from his sword for too long, he will die. His soul is inside of that thing, so take the soul from the body and you have an issue.
+As a zombie, destroying his brain will still kill him. As a lich however, his consciousness goes into his sword. If the blade is left in his hand he will reconstruct himself.
+Like most undead, light and fire based magicks are his bane. Quite literally, these will decimate him if they strike him.
+While clever and decietful, he's a bit slow on the uptake at times. If you get lucky a simple trick will distract him. (Hey! Look over there!)
+THE SWORD CAN BE BROKEN! But it's more durable than wurtzite boron nitride. If you can snap it in half, he will straight up die.
+Can't see to his left or right, at all. Poor helmet design, and he still hasn't figured that out.
+Prone to fits of blind frustration, if you mock him. During a period when he's insighted to being mad at you, he doesn't fight using any sort of skill, he just slashes and grabs at you. A drop in skill means a drop in difficulty.
+Any character that can see energy will immediately be drawn to him, his body is a massive source of energy so great that it can be seen from a hundred miles away.
+Spells are slightly hard to control when you're lugging around a massive sword. The more he fires them off, the less accurate they are.

Personality:
+With a wit like that of Winston Churchill he'll banter with you all day long and never run out of things to say. He does love a good bantering.
+After a few couple hundred years he decided to say 'Fuck it!' with being a mature and brooding monster. Now he giggles like a child if you get kicked in the bits. Especially if he's the one doing the kicking.
+In battle he takes it serious, yes, but makes a joke out of it at every chance.
+Easily frustrated and mocked, this should really go under the second one. But it's so obvious that it can be counted as a personality trait.

History: He died.

What?

Oh, right, you want the rest. After he died a swamp shaman raised him from the grave, now, he doesn't remember his name. Nor does he remember why he died. So now he's just a living dead man with no purpose beyond making life for everyone else a living hell. Shortly after being raised from the grave he killed the man who resurrected him, again, no real reason behind it. Undeath kinda makes you do things you wouldn't normally do while you're living, it's a side effect of the rot. I think. Anyway, after killing his creator he decided to learn the same arts. "How?" You ask. Well, let me tell you something.

Swamp Shamans are a dime a dozen in some parts of the world, and there was an entire coven of those Necromantic Alchemists. So many, in fact, that learning Swamp Magicks was like kindergarten. Couldn't figure it out one way? Learn it another. Decades of training and seven masters later and you get the Nameless Undead Warlord you have today, a powerful mystic with no real purpose beyond conquering all that stands in his path.

Oh yeah, that's right, lemme tell you something about swamp magicks. When you learn that you can learn just about anything, oh yeah, in his training he crafted himself a way to stay alive for eternity. Voodoo only lasts so long baby. In his chest was placed a crystal and when withdrawn his soul came with it, he placed that bastard into the hilt of his sword. Effectively making him two times over an undead, technically both a zombie and a lich at this point. Enchantments and incatations, magicks and spellcrafts, he placed so many mystic shields on that sword over the years that he couldn't even tell you how to break it at this point. He's a bit power mad, yes, but who can blame him. Warlord here has been going through an identity crisis for at least five hundred years, maybe more, he doesn't know if he knew who he was before rising from the grave. To compensate for this he takes it out on anyone who stands up to him.

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Well I'm going to be entering The Nameless Undead Overlord. Last time I used him I was totally unable to have him fight anybody.

Because the RP died.

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How many combatants are gonna be in here, and what's the range on power level?