Lonewolf685

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@Zynros

Since the Vessel and Spirit have to be used separately, making the Spirits skill set a better version of the original seems to invalidate the need for your Vessel entirely. An odd choice since the bonus powers are supposed to be what you can utilize regardless of which is active.

I’ll wait on KoL to see before I decide on any opinion.

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@floodtalon

Looks good to me.

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@Awesomoman64

Looks good to me.

The War of the Three

Suparna Wolgen

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She cackled her sadistic glee past lips wet with saliva, dripping onto her chest plate as her consciousness swelled with the rapidly growing ranks of maggots feasting upon the marauder laid low before them. The satisfaction was both intimate and distant, sated and ravenous at the same time, but momentarily content to just revel in its suffering as it was forced to acknowledge her with clear intent in its next stroke.

"Come on then. I've already brought you to your knees, so start crawling to look me in the eye before I stab it!" She bellowed in abject disregard for the axes falling towards her. It would have been better were it a bare fist which she could latch onto and devour after her vessel ruptured, but at least the force behind the axes would do a decent job of scattering her innards about. Maybe they'd land on its wrists, or be able to join the mass swelling inside its wounded leg.

At least, that had been her plan till Diana intervened. Metal shattered and a warmth fall over her shoulders that pulled her from the rising tide of blood lust to stare squarely at Diana's back. It was no doubt a heroic visage, though the Queen of Carrion couldn't help but blurt out; "You must have spent a lot of time in front of the mirror practicing this."

Though she very much doubted Diana could hear over the sound of her own aura flash melting the snow around them and the wave of dragon-shaped energy launched in tandem with her own heroic charge to destroy the pachyderm with overwhelming firepower. And as the fire rapidly approached, Suparna gulped in alarm as the distant colony cried out in mortal peril. "LEAVE ME A LEG AT LEAST!"

Because Suparna would really like to get her arm back.

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@Bushman501

I presume you're doing the same for Hirst?

The War of the Three

Suparna Wolgen

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Amidst the rain of spittle striking the snow around Suparna from the beasts bellowing roar there came a sickening surety in her own demise, one strangling her all the tighter as it turned to reveal it booasted twice the appendages then was first thought, when all it really needed to flatten either Diana or herself was but one. Flickering against the dread was the literal flames of defiance Diana spouted against their attacker, following forth with steel flashing through the snow without a care for the difference in size between her blade and the pachyderm's axes.

An egregious display of martial force rained down upon her in the form of a whirling dervish, axes careening in long, broad strokes while a quartet of feet stamped madly, intent solely upon crushing them through brute force alone. Reacting off of her sparring among the angelic warriors she strained to duck against the blows with a frightfully narrow margin, each pass of the Elephant one iota closer to rending her in two, and she found herself cursing at the absence of Chirada leaving her bereft of any flight with which she could easily evade this marauder.

With Diana locked in combat and their adversary being swift for its size, Suparna was certain she couldn't flee from this fight, and after throwing herself clear of another swipe, new she had to press her own attack before her luck ran out.

It was fortunate then, that the smell of singed hair and burst flesh roused a simple idea into the forefront of Suparna's mind. Ducking amidst the snow, her clothing and hair a shroud in this environment, the idea struck her fancy and sent her stomach rumbling in agreement with it's devilish outcome.

"Alright big guy, I'll give you something to dance about." She sneered from ear to ear as she shouldered her shield and raised the unencumbered arm overhead, right into the axes keening path. The obvious occurred, and the limb was torn free, cartwheeling overhead before falling with a dull thud beside her. There was no need to scream in pain when only a minuscule number of her collective perished, and the rest were quick to staunch the openings with walls of writhing white bodies.

She grabbed the severed limb and chucked it with all her might towards the puncture wound she'd put into one of its legs, the arms contents erupting forth on contact with pachyderm flesh till the limb was discarded and the hoarse grey flesh now sported a growing patch of milky white. Gnawing and tearing, reproducing for every bit of flesh they could gorge themselves upon, Suparna watched from the snow as she could finally devour an enemy whose flesh was bare and held no holy light to repel her from burrowing to the bone and grinding it to powder beneath the weight of numbers boring upon it.

The War of the Three

Bump for fresh meat.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Yeah, I'm still here. Just waiting on the others.

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Hildr Reinhardt

"Then the real world sucks. Ugh, why couldn't I just take up embroidery, or daytime drinking? But no, I had to get an education. Grr, curse my supportive family for not telling me to give up on my dreams, curse them!" Her fist shook in the air long before her head rose from the wood and found no pity in her contemporaries cool exterior. She hadn't expected any, of course, but feigning the look of a kicked puppy at least made her feel like Boss felt bad, deep down on the inside.

Failing this, she reclaimed her pen and smoothed out the crumpled papers, resuming work with all the sluggishness of a train leaving the station. "Bah, you're right as always. I'd ask if you get tired of it, but the answer is so obvious our freshman girls could answer it after their first class with you."

While Hildr needled Boss to distract from the tedium of scholastic pursuits, Rufie was feeling incredibly self-satisfied at the looks of anger and dread Dana sent her way.

Friends they may be, but getting one over the snarky blonde brat just felt so very right to her. Besides, it wasn't as if Dana was an innocent here, so there was absolutely no need to feel sorry for releasing Blake upon her.

...well, maybe just a little.

"Mmm, the dining hall smells as lovely as ever." Rufie declared amidst a rapturous inhalation, pausing to allow Dana and Blake to pass ahead before taking up the rear. Having marched from station to school in record time she was past the point of peckish and craved a hearty meal to gorge herself upon, considering it a personal reward for not getting physical with Dana for co-opting the announcements earlier.

Zealously guarding her twin servings of Chicken Alfredo, she alighted upon their customary table and tore into the warm, savory meat with a gusto that was almost unladylike, were it not for the complete absence of spills or stains as noodles were slurped and chicken torn asunder upon her fork.

"Now Blake," Rufie chimed primly between bouts of cutting and feasting, "Now that I've shafted Dana into the drama department, what are your plans for the year? I imagine the costume department would be grateful to have your skill with a needle."

Her eyes flicked to Dana, savoring the warmth of kicking her when she was down. "And with how quick they seem to go through clothes around here, replacements must be in high demand."

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Leblanc Farris

[[ Location : Enemy Encampment]]

Words went unbidden- or more aptly, were drowned before the exuberance of such characters like Chen- and they followed as though ducklings before Diana as she led them outside and began to strip herself.

Propriety be damned, Leblanc wasn't going to miss an inch of Diana if she was as she said she was. And indeed her eyes did corroborate such claims, the wings being something of a giveaway long before Diana went through with the full transition.

"Well, these are going to be some one sided negotiations." Leblanc rasped with awe as she craned her neck back to try and get a sense for the scale of the creature before them. Such as it was Diana's words carried upon a gale of their own, buffeting them with the force of her speech, and her golden scales were a touch hard to look at when the sun refracted off their pristine surfaces to detriment of her eyes. Rocs are one thing, but we are fucked if we have to force an issue. She thought belatedly.

She held no illusion anything they could do to her would do more then scratch the enamel from a few scales before Diana could swat them into the earth at terminal velocity. "Maybe we should give her the puppy and point her towards nesting towards our neighbors borders. "