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Current Now running: World of Light - Winterland Daybreak, the Sky Unfettered
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Now running: World of Light: The Tale of the Dark Itself
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Forever and ever, amen
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Calling out from Scatman's world
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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized

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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.

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@Lugubrious Frick! My bad! He's accepted, I just totally forgot to let you know! Sorry again, I can be a tad scatterbrained at times :P


'Salright. I'll get started on a post.
The IC is certainly moving.

@Leslie Hall Looks good :) Accepted :D


You managed to review Leslie's concept fairly quickly. Perhaps you could do the same for my Faust? I'd like to get in on the action before there's a chance of me getting left behind.
Personally I crave cheddar, but feel free to take the next contest.
Here is my concept. Had I known that the GM wanted fewer villains, things might have been different, but he's not so much a villain as he is an evil ally. I wanted to do something unique and interesting, and I feel like he would be a lot of fun to play. Introducing...


Pardon me, Ajah, any word on whether or not I can join?
@Lugubrious
It has occurred to me, is Ash a member yet? XD
Just that Sanderson knew her last name, yet I don't remember the two actually meeting/talking


She's not an official member yet, but she did actually encounter him if not speak to him. He was among the Frenzy Plant audience members who Indigo and Ashlyn approached. If that is not satisfactory, it stands to reason that she would have spoken with him briefly on the trip to Belka.
The recent heat-death of an RP I was in has left me with a vacant slot, and given that I like Overwatch and have already created several characters for it as part of subreddit dedicated to hero concepts, I think this RP might suit me. To be perfectly honest, I'm a little dubious about the direction the RP might take, and some elements of the character sheet seem a little excessive (though nothing I can't deal with), but overall I think you've got some cool stuff going on, and I see a few familiar faces. How do you feel about me getting in on this?


While the Manticore repositioned, the radio came alive. The voice of Goodwitch, not much less composed than normal but still a notable departure from her usual tone, declared, “I’m on my way. I’ll strike from above and open it up. Be careful; if we can force it to retreat, we can buy enough time to get the survivors out.” Having kept abreast of the teams’ chatter, Goodwitch knew that in a very short time the survivors from the basement, the second floor, and the hunters Jack, Cian, Lucas, Lauren, and Sangue would be exiting the building. At least, she hoped as much, and saw no reason why they wouldn't. A Manticore was a monstrous threat, one that she knew her students could fight but almost certainly not beat. No amount of bravado on their part would suddenly give them the power to take down a beast never before encountered or properly prepared against. Next time, Goodwitch vowed, she would demand that mission control send in recon to discover problems like this first. Now that the students were out of the frying pan and into the fire, though, Beacon’s combat instructor would not allow a single life to be lost.

Above the confrontation on the roof, the airship flew into position. In midair it span, a door opening up, and the wind whipped Goodwitch’s pale blonde hair as she walked down the ramp. Through narrowed eyes she watched two students stand before it, and picked up snippets of Benjamin’s taunts. Did he think to enrage the beast? Could one goad a merciless killing machine, tempered by age and reinforced by battles past? Manticores were no garden-variety Grimm. A plume of fire appeared as Benjamin plugged its eyes with dust, provoking an irritated snarl. By the time he swapped in lightning dust for a second volley, however, the beast moved its left foreleg into position to block the yellow bolts. For all of its experience, it couldn’t have known that the puny beings before it wielded ranged attacks. Benjamin’s search for bunched muscles turned up an abundance; the monstrous Grimm moved forward, putting more of its body onto the roof, and slammed down at him with its upheld left paw.

It did not stop at this, however. When one enormous foreleg fell, the other rose, and in a frenzy it beat the roof of the distillery like a humungous drum. Its huge crushing limbs and deadly claws hammered down again and again, in various positions and with nightmarish speed. The roof and walls began to buckle readily, crumpled as if they were plastic. Snapping her riding crop, Goodwitch hoped that both Benjamin and Amaranth could escape this catastrophic attack rush. She flourished her weapon, sending a deluge of purple magic spears to pepper the creature from above. They lodged in its scalp and back, hurting it a little more, perhaps, than splinters might hurt a human, but for the moment at least the Manticore would not halt its frenzied assault. Goodwitch frowned and prepared to cast a more decisive spell.

-meanwhile-


As near-panicked as they were from the terrifying noises and vibrations filling the building, the survivors managed to succinctly convey what they could do to help with remarkable composure. Of course, not a single one thought that standing around talking about skills would be a better option than just grabbing the girl and getting the hell out of dodge, but they seemed committed to the idea that Jack knew best how to handle the situation. Lucas, Cian, and Jack were informed that the group could take a detour through the underground garage and ride the lift straight up to the distillery’s loading area outside the front. One of the survivors revealed himself to be the technician who usually ran the transportation routines, and that as long as the facility had power he could unlock the system and get everyone up.

With this information relayed, the group of survivors almost instantly began moving in the indicated direction, only to freeze and wait for the hunters’ say-so. Nobody had told them who would be best suited to carrying Priscilla, either. At the very least, the attention paid to her by Lucas and Cian ensured that she would be able to be transporting without too serious a risk of further injury.
Akoni’s quick thinking and use of gates effectively nullified the effect of the first energy blast, preventing the others from being harmed. The returned arcane blast did not, however, appear to have any sort of effect on the creature after is disappeared into the churning vortex that was its maw. Rather than a bullet being deflected back into the gunman, the River Current seemingly had the effect of splashing water into a pond. The abyssal monstrosity certainly didn’t cease its advance, instead continuing to move forward at a threatening pace. When Midori unleashed a torrent of fire toward it, her unholy flames spiraled into its gullet, doing no apparent damage.

Even as Mary fired off a few parting shots while she made her escape from the cramped corridor, the bullets strayed from their intended paths to vanish forever inside the abhorrent blue light. In a confined space, the literally and figuratively breathtaking force of the monster’s vacuum gave it complete protection. Lest they be sucked in and devoured, Akoni and Midori were forced to flee in the footsteps of Souta and Mary, back into the large domed room from which they came. Obligingly the creature followed, emerging from the hallway like a viper from its pit, and the terrible suction ceased.

Souta, having lain in wait for a few seconds now for an opportunity like this, did not waste it. He popped up from behind an overturned table and let loose a shot with Maelstrom. The beast was not, however, as sluggish as it looked. It writhed to face the incoming fireshard and sucked it up. In reply, its outer surface bubbled, and oily tentacles grew from its back to latch onto the wall and ceiling. Scuttling like a huge centipede, the abyssal maneuvered itself until it hung from the ceiling. Though now its body was unprotected by its head, it did not hesitate to attack again. From its maw it disgorged a cascade of fire, identical in appearance to the hellfire of Midori but blue in color, and it turned this way and that to blanket the room in an azure blaze.

Growling in frustration, Souta abandoned his cover as the fire swept over it. His gun disappeared, and from a swirling font of inexplicable water two enormous hooks appeared. When he whirled one about his head like a lasso before throwing it, the hook extended on a chain connected to his wrist, and its point latched into the side of the abyssal above him. Just before the sorcerous fire reached him, the smith sailed upward to hang, suspended, from the creature’s torso. ”Didn’t really think this through!” he yelled. Though safe for the time being, he knew nothing about what the creature could do. The only thing, he expected, that kept it from growing a leg to skewer him with was that it didn’t know he was attached yet.
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