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Too bad we don't have any flyboys. Nice set up for a space battle.

@Shiny Keldeo

Is there conflict happining on the planet's surface already or are we all currently on board our respective ships?


My thoughts as well.
To quote TeamFourStar, "PUT IT ON A T-SHIRT!", cause every Tom, Dick, and Jane is going to be screaming it at some point.

Ah, see how he tries to avoid the issue? Turbo's shame at being the sub to KoL's dom is great.
Darn, well at least Wes, Seyrun, and Tamamo have their secret ero thread to fall back on. So long folks~
Which one is the scared one?

Edit: PAGE 22 MOTHERFUCKER, YEAAAAAH! MURICA!

Edit 2: wait a goddamn second.

I MISSED 420 #BLAZEIT BY ONE GODDAMN POST?! LIFE IS SUFFERING


It be Alex. He's the one contemplating the possibility of being impregnated by Percy while in an NTR relationship with Jan.

Ouch, hurts that no one even smoked that one good and proper.
So the Lampad will join the Horde as well? Because Pyrokinesis would be helpful in restraining the revenant. Oh so very helpful.
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Well, welcome to the RP and feel free to copy your sheet over into the characters section.

I like how of all the people she could have spoken to, she chose the rabbitman who's trying to hide from an insane, murderous, burning revenant of a shaman. Oh it's going to be great; with D'Artagne's cover blown I think Gormlag should come charging in


Glad to be here.

Well...I never said I wouldn't go through with provoking the Shaman. This is just more roundabout and innocent a way.
Besides, things couldn't stay calm forever :3
Name: Lorelai
Physical Form:


Abilities:
Magical Expulsion: Lorelai possesses immense reserves of magical energy, to the point she could have made an excellent sorcerer if she had actually known any spells or had an interest in such. Rather, she has formed an instinctual grasp on it and releases it in an explosive, but inefficient, burst of energy to strengthen her blows or repel ones made upon her. Frequent use of this on her body has lead to her muscles adapting and bulking up considerably from the exertion. Can also be used to launch projectiles such as arrows or stones from her hands at terminal velocity. Note, objects boosted from the Magical Expulsion tend to break quickly, and Lorelai has yet to find a weapon that lasts more than a handful of bursts. Her own body and that or Durgan, however, have long since past those limitations.

Fabricated Knighthood: Despite her lack of formal training, Lorelai has become proficient in fighting with swords, spears, and even battle standards through her own experience. Can operate just as well in heavy armor as without, and excels in mounted combat. Carries a common sword in one hand while wielding a spear in the other.

Natural Charisma: While not the sort to command armies, Lorelai has a knack for inspiring others to action even in the face of overwhelming odds. Leading from the front, she charges into the maws of the enemy knowing that hell will be following at her back.

Durgan, Lord of Beasts: Steadfast mount, loyal companion, and protective guardian of Lorelai, Durgan is one of the few behemoth's left alive in the face of the human inquisition upon monsters. Unparalleled in pure strength by other beasts that walk the land. His roar brings terror to the hearts of man and inspires all that thrive in the dark to rise in rebellion of the 'Peace' wrought by mankind. Keeps a quiver of replacement swords and spears on his side for when Lorelai eventually shatters her own.


Personality: A human with distorted perception of the world, viewing herself as a monster opposed to mankind. Takes to acting what she perceives a knight of monsters would act, righteous and stalwart in her personal crusade upon mankind. This leaves her rather blinded to the darker nature of monsters, who she sees as capable of doing no wrong for they are the standard of moral rightness. Among those she find 'innocent' or 'good', she is warm and conciliatory, always trying to be of help to her 'fellow kind'.

Wants / Needs: To place herself in the service of the most righteous force in the land and drive out the humans oppressing all things dark. If she is needed, she is content. Though she would like to have a spear or sword that can withstand her magical expulsion.

Relationships: Will fill in as she meets people.

Backstory: An outcast of human society with a perspective distorted by delusions of possessing an inhuman nature, Lorelai was a disturbed being. Unwelcome for her differences, she lived in the dark and subsisted off the dregs of man's opulence. Despite her bitterness with man in general, she aspired to be better than what she was. Like Don Quixote, she held dreams of chivalry and honor as a means to rationalize her place in the world, striking out at the true monsters.

An opportunity arose to do just that when she came upon Durgan, wounded and cornered by a hunting party that sought to slay the proud beast. Her intervention, pitiful as it was at the time without a blade or scrap of armor save for peasant rags, was sufficient to give Durgan the opportunity to wipe out the remnants of the hunting party. It was the beginning of a peculiar partnership.

To sum up the course of that partnership, Lorelai found she could actually battle her 'windmills' with Durgan at her side. She grew in skill and power under his protection, while his pride and renown flourished with every battle they won. Lorelai came before the downtrodden creatures of darkness in the world and was accepted, in large part due to the large behemoth and later on for her reputation as an enemy of man.

The Abyssal Knight and the Lord of Beasts have now come to Dungeon Master to put forth sword and claw to topple the world of 'Peace'.

Other: Is searching for a weapon that can withstand her Magical Expulsion.
Phew, I don't usually do posts that long, but you got to put your best foot forward.

Ahem, Lorelai and Durgan Take the Field of Battle! Enemies of the Hoard Beware!
Amidst the sand and the dust kicked up by a passing army, there stalked an ominous duo.

One, a mockery of a knight. Adorned in plate armor the color of coal and stained with streaks of crimson from unwashed blood. Her hair was a healthy gold, in contrast to the sickly straw color of a lone eye not obfuscated by her decorative headdress. A ragged shoulder cape billowed behind her, caught in the wake of what lay ahead. If one were close enough, they'd have heard the knight humming a jaunty tune as she sat astride her companion.

The other, a beast without parallel. Skin purple and marked with tribal designs, with crude iron armor affixed over it's legs. Bladed armor had been affixed to the tail to further accentuate the lethality of the multi-ton killing machine when its teeth and claws weren't sufficient to get the message across. On either side of beast's waist was a quiver, but in place of arrows the left held an assortment of swords while the right held spears. None of which were anything approaching good quality. No lord, demonic or otherwise, would be caught wielding them, but they were sufficient. One did not need to be close to hear the thunder of his footfalls shaking the ground beneath them.

Emerging from the cloud of dust they came upon the mountain range that barred entry to a neighboring land, and along the spines of those great spires was a mighty army of the most foul, wretched, and depraved demons in all the land.

The duo paused, both craning their necks to glimpse the dragon visible even from the mountains base. The Lord of Beasts let out a disquieted growl, naturally being unnerved by the sight of a creature so far beyond it's purview. This was ignored by the Abyssal Knight, eye shining in undiluted wonder at the sight before her.

"Truly, we are a righteous cause." The Knight said with a soft smile, hand patting against the Lord's muscled neck. "Look at what has been brought together? The mightiest and the meekest standing as one before the tyranny of the world!"

He ceased his reverberations but did no more to signal this being a shared sentiment. Moving once more, they closed the distance between them and the resting army shortly. The Knight waved to the sentries as they passed, they being either too confused by the two or too afraid of the beast to properly react to the casual manner with which they entered the camp. The absence of hostility in their approach and cadence did much to assuage any concern of attack, and once they were amidst the troops they received only a few curious glances before moving on unmolested.

The Abyssal Knight had come to offer her services in combating the forces of Man that so fervently hunted her fellow creatures of the dark, and now that she had finally tracked down the Dungeon Master's horde she was ready to get to work.

She perked up as the Lord of Beasts sniffed the air, which coincidentally had enough force to pull a passing Imp off the ground momentarily before dropping it on it's ass, and turning towards the shadow between two tents. There, seemingly trying to blend into the shadows was a Rabbit man that she thought looked rather chivalrous.

Spurred on by a feeling of kinship, she dismounted with deft ease and approached the inconspicuous rabbit.

"Hail sir! I am the Abyssal Knight Lorelai, champion of the meek and mighty persecuted by Man, and this is my most honored compatriot Durgan, the Lord of Beasts who walk the land." Lorelai greeted, bringing her fist to her heart in what she thought was a courteous salute. Durgan was preening from being addressed by his full title, an unmistakable glint of pride in the beasts' continence that couldn't be shaken, even under the shadow of an ancient dragon. "We have come to pledge our service to the Dungeon Master. You seem a reputable sort, watching over the rank and file to maintain order as you are. Could you direct us to the leader of this glorious army to pledge ourselves to their cause?"
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