Lord Zee

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

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Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

As he walked into the camp, Kassey came over and offered to take a couple logs, which he had no objections too,"Why thanks Kassey." Billy then dumped the remaining logs next the fire pit before exclaiming, "Alright, get logs for a fire, check. Now what to do.." He then slumped down to sit on the grass, looking over at the flock of girls checking out Evan's wound. A frown appeared on his face, boy was Evan a clutz but he sure did know how to get the ladies attention, that was for sure.

So, people were going swimming, how fun. He didn't really like the water that much and it didn't help that he couldn't swim. You'd think that after seventeen years of life someone would have taught him but nope. He was a pale kid, sunlight was his enemy but he still enjoyed the outdoors, but with a lot of sunscreen. Speaking of sunscreen, he got up and went over to where he put his things and found the stuff. He then lathered it on his face and neck, that's all he needed, to get sunburn. He put the sunscreen back but as he was reaching out his hand hit one of the bottles of alcohol that he brought, the red label peered up at him, as if whispering, "drink me". It was Smirnoff Vodka.

His throat did feel parched, maybe a swig would make him feel better. No adults were around anyways, so it wouldn't hurt, probably. He took a nervous glance around to make sure no one was looking, unscrewed the top and took a swig. It burned but he swallowed and took a deep breath. He felt tempted even more, why not let loose? He had enough problems anyways to deal with and it numbed the pain. Hiding the bottle wouldn't be easy but he tried to place it behind his back, where his jeans met his skin. He then got up and backed away from the camp silently, before turning away and going down to the waters edge, off next to a tree which he leaned up against and drank more vodka. His hiding place wasn't to well hidden but enough so that you would have to look to see him. Billy wasn't even sure that anyone saw him, for all he knew what he had just did was a dead give away.

"Billy my boy," his voice changed as he spoke out loud to himself, more of a monotone sadness filling the air, "What are you doing?" he took another swig.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

He turned around to see them embrace each other and something snapped. The knowledge that Armarion forced upon him, hit him like an almighty wave. His voice broke and like a child he cried out,"N-No!" The fire from his body then began to dull down and he fell to his knees with a loud thud, with his hands clutched at the sides of his head. It looked like he could have been screaming but no sounds or expression could be seen.

The images were imprinted on his mind, with darker thoughts then he could have ever imagined. Something was happening that not even Iratze or Armarion could have predicted or himself for that matter. Amos was being forced to see the error of his ways because deep down, Valor still lived and it was asserting itself in this moment of weakness.

Armarion's words were true, the knowledge that he had given could warp even the strongest Gods and Goddesses but he was no longer as strong as he had been. He was weak. His mind had became corrupted when he had turned to hatred, and now those pieces were becoming engrossed with what he had just learned.

Amos had become a prisoner in his own mind.

As his body sat motionless, his mental activities were off the charts. Was he now like the elder gods? Would he become nothing more than a monster in the end? With no coherent thought but that of madness? Would he become trapped like them? So far below in the ground that he would never see... sunlight... the sun? The sun had always loved him but what had hurt the most was the denial, even more then his younger siblings. The knowledge he had been given shed light on this, their mother had power over the emotion spectrum and she had simply turned it off? He was his mother's son after all, is that why he felt empathy? He had come to an understanding that he could only feel hatred..

An image flashed again in his head, before him outstretched a star filled night, yet he was there among them. Off to his left stood Valor and off to his right stood Hatred.

"What is this?" his voice spoke, yet he did not know why it sounded so.. alien.

Valor spoke, his voice was like an old friend, A place inside that thick skull of yours. Do you not know your own brain? For four thousand years you slept and reflected, when you could have been doing so much more. What was it, the thought of not having heaven or living amongst the humans that drove you to this insanity?

Hatred rolled his eyes, and spoke in the voice he knew, Insanity? No, this is his reality, like it or not. I am what you are now, a hatred filled monster and it is beautiful, don't you think? You were right to change, it allowed you to become what you really felt like inside. Do not listen to Valor, he died remember?

"Why am I here then?" he questioned them.

Valor cleared his throat and began, You are here because of the knowledge that your now corrupted brother gave you. So pervasive is it not? Perhaps you had thought that it wouldn't be of consequence but, deep down I am still here and now, I speak to you because you can still come around from this mistake, Amos. You must not blame the humans for what they had no control over, don't you see that? Brontes had no right to kick you out but at the same time, he loves them. Perhaps the only thing he ever wanted, was for you to grow a heart and learn to love them like he did.

Bah. The humans were always the problem! They lived on as you suffered, like all of you suffered and where was Brontes to explain the situation? He was gone, Amos. Now he returns and for what you might ask, well I say revenge. Show him that you will not yield to his power, destroy him and retake heaven, the only place you love. The choice, is only yours to make. As Hatred finished this he held out his hand.

Amos became mortified, oh by the Gods, he had killed innocents. A wave of depression washed over him, he truly was a monster, as every face that he murdered flashed before him. This happened slowly and but he could still hear his aspects voices outside.

Amos, ask yourself this, will it be worth it in the end? Is heaven that important to you, that genocide is the answer on a race that are your siblings? Don't make the same mistake that the Elder Gods did, or you will only follow them down the path to a cold nothingness. All you have to do is open your eyes Amos, open yourself up and perhaps you will even learn to love them, to love others. Valor's cool voice washed over him as he placed his hand outwards.

His voice broke as cried out, "What have I become? I was noble once, so full of pride but it got me no where in the end. I freed Iratze, no, I corrupted her and in turn, we both made Armarion fall. I was a fool for disregarding my family, heaven was fine with or without me. It was only an excuse so that I wouldn't have to be reminded of my failure as a brother. For that, I can never be forgiven but perhaps, I can change." He looked at Valor, their eyes locked, "No, it won't be worth it."

Hatred screamed defiantly one last time, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! DON'T DO THIS. GET YOUR REVENGE, TAKE MY HAND!"

He stepped forward, and then a white flash filled his eyes before he saw the horror that he had committed on the city. The fire was engulfing everything that it touched and who was to blame but him?

Amos looked back at Iratze and Armarion, his eyes were glowing golden. He stood up, taller then before and then a lightening rained down upon him. It only took a minute for the cocoon to shape him again and what emerged from the burning remains of hate, but Valor himself. Reborn and renewed, Amos was ready to put right to what he had wronged.

He whispered to them, "I'm so sorry.."

Mystery World // Misery World~ (Overlord RP) [High casual/Low advanced]

Revenmar had never been much of a talker, really though, in his background it stated that he preferred to listen most of the time when others spoke. Right now was no exception, with all the fuss about what to do he decided it would be best to just shut up and let those with more authority speak.

When Lord Toasty and Lord Nostromo had arrived he had bowed his head in respect. All the Supreme Ones gathered in the same room was something to be excited about, but no one could tell behind that emotionless helmet, just how really happy he was. Nostromo had excellent ideas, to which he had not even thought of. Knowledge is the greatest form of power there was, and to learn was to see the world as it really was. Lord DD, was also right. He couldn't really pick a side to lean on, because on one hand gaining knowledge about your potential enemies was good but strengthening your fortress was also good. So confusing they all were.

LadyPastry's idea was spot on as usual and he was confident in Silva's abilities to protect her from harm. This is what the non heteromorphic races should be doing, sticking together in these difficult times. There he went again, thinking about those damned hetermorphic abominations that flooded the room with their presence. Unknowingly he had put a hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, as if in anticipation for the events to come.

When is racial thoughts calmed down he became aware that Lord Toasty had given some jobs out to those present, perhaps now would be a good time to speak up?

He stood up to his full height, posture straight as a board and spoke in a cool voice, "Excuse me, my lords? I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to help? Preferably outside, where I can see the sun? If not I understand, I am after all, your humble servant. Do with me what you will. Thank you, my lords." Revenmar then bowed graciously, before kneeling again.

The Copper Hall then opened up, and who else would walk in besides Shammura? He turned his head to gaze at her, his intense dislike was apparent as his eyes followed her thought out the room. If there was one creature he despised above all else in the Ragnavault, it was her.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

No, I meant another person.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

I'm only waiting for someone else to go.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Only because the GM's have abandoned this.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Oberon was completely disappointed. Not only had he been awoken by this incident but he already didn't like Axon. He rolled his eyes and said, "Way to go kid, making a fool out of yourself can only get you so far in this world. Obviously you never received an invitation to come but hey, whatever, like Keltor said, I guess we will figure out what to do with you in the morning."

He sheathed his sword and turned to walk away before looking back and saying, "By the way, you should probably figure out what we are doing on this "adventure" because if you mess it up in anyway, there will be consequences." Having said that, he turned around and left them again.

He eventually found his way back to the tree he had leaned up against before. After thinking about a suitable course of action, Oberon decided that he would watch that kid like a hawk, to make sure he didn't do anything else stupid. He eventually drifted back to sleep again, this time, his dreams were not pleasant.

Mystery World // Misery World~ (Overlord RP) [High casual/Low advanced]

Revenmar was not far away from the Copper Hall when he got Lord Nostromo's summons, as he did not have much to do really. Sure, the Ragnavault was on high alert after the worlds shifted but had this place not been built for protection in the first place? The Syndicate was a banking clan, and you could not be a banking clan if you had no means of protecting your investments and stock. The thought was amusing to him, it had been five days but nothing had really been happening besides the chaos of the shift, which was minor to him. The Supreme Ones were the people that he worried for the most, for they had to take the brunt of this change themselves. He had tried to help, but felt that he was only getting in the way, so he simply walked the halls, always on patrol. Lord Dagartopoli was one of the guilds protectors and it only seemed fitting if he took on the job that his creator once did. He found that it was boring and on the sixth day, he needed something to do, before complete boredom overtook him and this might be the chance.

On the day everything changed, and YGGDRASIL became the new world, Revenmar had been in his creator's room, unwavering as usual. It was if he had awoken from a long dull slumber, completely aware of everything that had ever happened to him. The first thing he did was actually explore his creator's room, for he knew Lord Dagartopoli was gone from this world, perhaps never returning. He touched each object as delicately as his large hands could, he did not want to be the one to break his creator's personal belongings. His gaze finally found a painting of his old Lord, majestic and beautiful as ever, hanging above the fireplace and when he looked at it, he felt a deep longing. Those other NPC's that lost their creators could at least count themselves lucky, as a group of Supreme Beings stayed behind, much to his enthusiasm. They had decided to stay, even in the face of the very end, and for that he was completely and utterly devoted to them.

He had left the room, most likely not to return to it, as he it was only a reminder of what never would be. Revenmar would uphold his creator's principles, Dagartopoli had created him to protect the weak from evil and to smite the forces of the undead. Being in a guild where half of the members were heteromorphic, complicated this duty. He truly wanted to kill them all but was also completely devoted to the Supreme Beings who were monsters, that he found himself unable to act. He could say the same about the other NPC's that were hetermorphic, he could not touch them because they were the Supreme Beings creations and if he did harm them, he would inadvertently harm the Supreme Beings. Revenmar was in a state of confusion those following days after the shift. Many a time he would brandish his sword, when he saw a hetermorphic, but then would sheath it. Eventually he finally came to terms that apart of himself will always have animosity towards those that are heteromorphic but at the same time, he has a deep respect for them, which prevents him from doing harm, for now.

He did not really care if the meeting was in an hour, so he arrived early and went to stand beside his old creator's chair. He moved his hand up an down the chair, stroking the cold stone. Another memory of a time long gone. As more people began to arrive, he bent the knee. This was his place, a subordinate to those much greater then he was and he would remain in this position until called upon. When Lady Pastry arrived and did her small display, a smile crept on his face behind his helmet. There was one Supreme Being that he would follow anywhere but Lord Toasty was the one that he would die for without hesitation. His face became flushed, to be in the presence of such powerful beings, was truly a wonderful thing, even if half of them were inherently evil.

Mystery World // Misery World~ (Overlord RP) [High casual/Low advanced]

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