Lugubrious

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Hugh, Jakobe, Nick, and Marcus V Archers

Hugh, totally recovered from his near-embarassing flounder when assailed by Taene's stirred wind, sensed victory in the air when the sky darkened. Another airborne reptile, not just a dragon but a wyvern and its rider, swooped in to finish the fight. Making a mental note to thank Kel later, Hugh left the area, signaling for Nick, Jakobe, and Marcus to join him. "Looks like our smoky friend is going to deal that changeling the final blow. Our next act is to engage the archers and flush them out into the blades of Jeane and Gaius. Are we all good? Any wounds for the good healer?"

"No wounds to report as of this moment." Marcus said standing up from where he'd finished healing Nickoloas. "However the injury the dark mage sustained was quite grave. The magic I have worked over it is only a temporary patch. He has perhaps fiftenn minutes before he'll collapse with pain." Marcus glanced down at the strange smelling man. "He's not suffered any permanent damage but his leg will require a number of days and treatements before it is made whole."

"I don't think it'll be so much from pain as it will be from the fact that my leg won't work anymore." Nickolas managed to get out a weak chuckle. He'd lived in Augur all his life before the journey down south to join the Reclaimers. He'd seen what overexposure to the cold could do on a first-hand basis.

The overpowering scent of a forest inferno had died down as the dark mage closed his fire-based tome with a snap. Smoke rose from the edges of the book, and it looked a lot more... singed than before. He stood up, dusting himself off and pulling out his Flux tome. "I'll be fine. I'm ready to move on the archers when you are, Sir Hugh."

Shaking his head to clear the battle haze, Jakobe felt a twinge of pain in his arm. "Damn dragon got me in the arm, it looks like. Little more than a flesh wound, thankfully. I'd not waste the healing on it unless it gets worse, so don't worry." Taking a deep breath, he looked between his fellow Reclaimers, hoping that Kel would be able to defeat his new opponent. "Anyway, I'm good to go. Shall we?"

"Indeed. Time for the archers' curtain call." Hugh led the party away from the scene where two dragons now faced off in the sky. Mindful of Nick's condition, he knew that time was of the absolute essence. According to Kel's recon, there weren't that many archers, but to his knowledge three arrows could spell the end for an unarmored soldier. When he rounded the corner of the town's general store and found the cluster of archers blocking the street, a volley of arrows almost immediately shot his way, but mercifully met the ground or wood rather than cloth or flesh. "Hmm..." he murmured to his allies, safe for the moment behind cover. "Let's rush them in a two-by-two formation. Me and Jakobe in front. Ranged support and healing behind. As long as we move forward faster than they move back, we'll flush 'em no problem. Just hope the others are waiting in the wings. Now!"

The team fully rounded the corner and began to advance.

As they turned the corner, Jakobe replaced the halberd on his back, drawing his longsword and gripping it with both hands. Prodding Thunderclap to gallop forward, he relied on speed to avoid being harmed by the volley of arrows. On their own, a few archers likely wouldn't be able to hit a charging cavalier, at least not until he got in close. While a bow wasn't the best weapon in close quarters, the extremely large target that a mounted soldier's horse provided required little in the realm of aiming to hit. As such, Jakobe made sure to start circling around to hit the archers in the back during his approach, intending to sandwich them between himself and the others.

Nickolas peeled open his Flux tome as he jogged to keep up, ducking behind the charging form of the cavalier as an arrow whistled past his head. He began to recite the words of power as another arrow buried itself next to his foot, warning the dark mage of his limited time.

Though arrows whizzed dangerously by, bounced off armor, were toasted by flux, or simply hit their targets, the squad advanced. Any hits were quickly addressed by Marcus, who managed to keep himself from becoming a major target in the process. Sensing danger, the archers were already beginning to retreat by the time the knight, the cavalier, and the mage crashed into their ranks. Unable to contend at melee range, the bowmen took to their heels and fled, though they hadn't far to run as the trap snapped shut.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I assume you knew already, Joshua, but in RWBY 'Pyrrha Nikos' is spelled with two r's.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Listen up, mission-goers

Sorry, but it's getting to be time to move on. We've got new people to play with, and several teams already done. I would like the three remaining missions to be wrapped up by Friday, or else they will be failed.

If I were to buy All Star Battle and this happened, I'd probably be laughing my ass off

@Guess Who

I have only one, slightly inappropriate, possibly rule-breaking response to that.

NSFW

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

<Snipped quote by Rtron>

Pah, undawatsisface will never and can never be. It is Zerdasis who will rise up, not this measly undatwat >.>
C'mon @Hael, surrender WotW's virginity to Zerabilzi already, you know she's not having it any other way ;P

@Kho

I feel like sex with Undasis would be extremely dangerous. You never know when her alternate personality might decide to start third-wheeling.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

So besides me, who are we waiting on?

@hatakekuro

I am currently in two collabs, one with life and Caits and the other with Citrus and Wave. Due to popular demand I'm cutting down both.

I just lied down in my bed and start thinking. Why am i so tired all of the sudden. I just started crying and had a attack. My rps keep becoming more and more even though i dont accept anything they just raise back out of the ground again. I never realised how much work it takes to all my daily needs like anime and roleplays. I have finally been able to get past this hectic week of tests all over the place and start my summer break with being ill. Im not planning on posting anything tonight. Caits i hope you would be so kind to say it in my other rps with you if its asked. Im gonna sleep now cause i dont feel alright mental and physical

@liferusher

I hope your situation improves. Rest well.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

Nah. It's not really a talk until there's no pesky other God interfering.

@Rtron

I'm beginning to imagine Vestec with a bag of kidnapping, on the prowl for heroes.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Hmm, Zerabil and Invidia have gone on too long unspoken too by Vestec.

Things must change.

@Rtron

Didn't he just talk to Invidia?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

I know someone who is gonna be taking you up on that offer.

You SHOULD have kept the Astral Home like water

EDIT: I think I'm done, you can go ahead and go, Kho

@Hael

Is that why? If it makes you feel any better, it was never actually water, just liquid life energy vaguely styled after water.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

My job is done. I can now have dinner.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Mortemulta Escre – the Great Spirit's Judgment

The gargantuan wrath stood respectfully quiet, a monument to the power of spirits, as Astarte and Sauranath had their say. Mortemulta Escre, though somewhat flummoxed by the goddess of Magic's demeanor, was grateful for her arrival. It had not yet gotten a chance to meet and speak with Astarte, ever since her simple word of wonderment has encapsulated the resplendence of the cosmos, back when all had first begun. Mortemulta Escre hosted its fair share of plans and schemes, and one of them would hopefully involve a lesson in imaginative breadth from her.

Then the Execrable Chaos appeared.

It took some restraint not to lash out immediately when Vestec made his way onto the scene. Mortemulta merely had to content itself with a mental image of Vestec impaled through the head and writhing his last, while the real god of Chaos swelled in size and taunted the Great Spirit's Judgment's hero. In reply, Escre moved its fingers, and the bubble containing Invidia floated upward until it orbited Escre's head. At first, the Liaison was terrified—was its creator raising it up toward the adversary to be stuck down? After a moment, though, Invidia realized that Escre was giving him a chance, not only to speak, but to defy. The voice of the hero resonated through the bubble and through Mortemulta Escre's body, audible to every god gathered. ”Though we appreciate you helping our kind reproduce, I'm afraid that the tables have turned. Your soulless monsters are the hunted ones now, and they scream, too, even as we mount their heads on our walls.”

Unfortunately, Vestec had only just begun. When his stream of odious lies finally declined to a trickle, Mortemulta Escre was the first to respond. ”One whose purpose is to inhibit the ability to others to create would not understand the difference between cowardice and wisdom. No member of the Sanguine Communion has ever killed a dragon. It is undeniable that the dragons command greater power and greater magnificence than the humans, and far more than the outsiders. That I freely admit to you. That is why for there to exist a balance between humans and dragons, the dragons must be outnumbered. Their numbers have not yet dwindled past the balancing point, and if so, I would have intervened on their behalf. I lay no claim to your offspring, and demand no tribute. The bravest thing for a being of strength to do is to put faith in reason and caution. It would take but a fraction of our combined power to make dragons into creatures not to be feared, but to be venerated, and then the hunts would cease. I urge you not to put stock in the lies of Chaos, who seeks not to aid you but to enrage you, so that he may feed off the tumult.”

A semblance of surprise passed over Escre as the Kraken appeared. It had not expected the beast to take interest in such affairs. Even more so, it had not expected the beast to bellow out a string of unmitigated antagonism, directed for the most part at the Great Spirit's Judgment. “A...puppet. An artifice devoid of substance, of self, of creed, of thought. You, Kraken, are mistaken indeed to assume me entwined with Vowzra, and an unabashed fool to think me his subordinate. I have worked with him because it suits me. Though I respect him, there is only one rhythm to which I resonate: my own. And there is only one race for whom I've the slightest personal regard. The humans intrigue me, but if they proved a threat to the balance, or sought to eliminate any other race, even dragons and Cimex, I would exact judgment on them as well, and as the Execrable Chaos says, without remorse. The fragment of cold that I remembered from my slumber was a reprehensible overlook on my part, and I have since made my peace with Svieand.”

“For your accusations, however, I do not blame you. My mind works differently than yours, and it may appear that I've been acting out of turn. It is a pity that you have decreed any connection between us dissolved. Fortunately, I do not require your trust to persist in my duty. If the existence of dragons is threatened, I will help to save them. If humans threaten to overstep their bounds, I will erase their spirits from existence. If the Cimex seem poised to go extinct, I will save them. Only Chaos, manifested for the sole and petty purpose of hindering and defiling others, is my permanent foe. Instigators will be punished, losers spared, and winners reminded. Those...are promises. If there are any gods with personal grievance to my actions, you need only find me at the Astral Home.”

The clouds overhead began to lighten, and the purplish glow from beyond died out. Light all over Mortemulta Escre's body were dimming, and the enormous form on the whole growing indistinct. Escre was preparing to leave.