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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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The end is nigh...

For Round 3 between Motley Crue and Captain K. Runch, that is!

Cereal Killer vs Book Keeper Round 3 goes to Propro. Battle Score is 3-0, Runch wins!


A high-class fight between two talented writers. Thank you both for your hard work, but in the end, only one can be victorious. Congratulations, @ProPro.

On another note, can I expect an entry for Round 3 from you somewhat soon, @GreenGoat?
@Lugubrious did you want Kallahar to respond to Ravenmar before you post?


Oh, no, I've just been busy. When I'm able, I'll put up a short post to help fill the time until the skip forward. When we do move ahead, though, I've prepared some stuff behind the scenes for our character group.


When the master of Rider's Blade began to speak in earnest, General Sanders listened with intent. Fraquar described the empty crater that now stood where Fiore's most notorious prison once loomed, citing what he believed to be an ultra-violent jailbreak. Having received no such intelligence thus far about the issue, Sanders assumed it to have been a very recent occurrence, providing the man was speaking in total honesty. Though the commander in chief of Frenzy Plant regretted thinking ill of his colleagues, he could not depend on his counterpart delivering nothing but the truth in every detail—simply omitting things could be just as calamitous.

The warning Fraquar issued toward the close of his briefing momentarily roused Sanders' interest. Jamie's daughter had been experimented upon in the past? He could only think of such a suggestion as odd. Were the child his own, he might have fretted over her safety with more passion, but as it was the old man mused that knowing what an enemy wanted was a big step toward beating it. If Phoenix Wing's leader knew that somebody would be coming after her kid, she could take all sorts of steps to protect her. Judging by her confident response, Jamie certainly seemed dedicated to the idea of keeping her daughter safe.

With theorizing and a cautionary tale out of the way, the floor was Jamie's, and she used it to tell the guild leaders that they'd spoken in the past of cooperation. As fast as he could, Sanders cast his mind back to the ball that cemented the Grand Magic Games' end two months ago. He recalled meeting with Jack Goran, the currently-absent administrator of Dragon Fang, but not to anyone else. Then again, perhaps he'd simply disregarded such a suggestion from Jamie and then forgotten it. Being the General's age meant coming to grips with many facets a grim reality; that memories are slipping away, for instance. As such he elected to not deny Jamie's statement, but instead to acknowledge the follow-up. “I know not the specifics of your particular situations, masters, but Frenzy Plant's presence in Oak Town has deterred the rise of dark guilds in the territory. I will admit to perceiving more natural disasters as of late, however. Are you indicating that they are not natural phenomena?” Thoughtful and probing, Sanders stroked his short, well-trimmed beard.

Owen Whately

@Joshua Tamashii


So, she was going to stay. For the briefest of instants, Owen exhaled through his nose far more sharply than usual, pursing his lips. While he could admit to himself that he went into the situation on alert for any kind of mistreatment, Owen could not help but to feel as though this 'Amelia' was being disingenuous. He and his team were obviously here on official business; why would somebody try and butt in like this? She even plastered an oh-so-compassionate smile on her face. Who does that? The obvious conclusion was that she was being bothersome, wanted something from them, or both. Passers-by often messed with stoic guardsmen outside castles and the like to try and break their dignity, and so assert themselves over those restrained by their profession. Still, Zander would say: never call malice what can better be explained by foolishness.

He gave a shrug. ”Whatever floats yer boat, miss Amelia.” He chose his words carefully, as a reminder that this young woman held no sway over the soldiers' actions, and that his company was of the sort who addressed strangers with at lest semi-proper honorifics.
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I would post but I'm waiting on @Lugubrious


I don't have very much to offer, but I'll throw something up for the guild master convo -as well as the situation with the guards- tonight.
@Lugubrious

Hey so uhh, my opponent is gone.


That does seem to be the case, unfortunately. You may conclude the fight at your own leisure.
Duly noted. Be aware, however, that I might be indisposed this Thursday due to travel.
Never before had Souta felt so much like a soldier. Working parallel to the nearest squad of angel soldiers, he had advanced step by step. It went without saying that he could not afford to plow into the enemy ranks, ripping into the demon horde like a force of nature. Even if he could have given a good account of himself, he would have tired, and in this scenario he didn't feel like he could rely on the shaky alliance with the Army of Light to bail him out. His fellow agents, once separated, did not seem apt to look back out of concern for his well-being, and he wouldn't have wanted them to. Human or not, he could stand on its own--demonstrating that was the will of all men who stood with Gilgamesh. Either way, his combined weapon made short work of the smaller demons who challenged him. With Escre's sepulchral essence infused with Deluge, each sickly-green shot exploded into a spray of deadly bone shards, making each bolt a sort of fragmentation grenade. When he'd noticed that the angels, thanks to the Charred Council's agents, had gained the upper hand, he used the distraction to make haste toward where Fenn and Lily were cleaning up. The mausoleum -the point of interest around which this entire raging battled revolved- soon stood before him.

Late to the party, he hurried inside. The telltale noises of shattering stone, tearing metal, and guttural growls told him he'd arrive too late to contribute, but he emerged into the main chamber just in time to see an unusual-looking Hatred give up the ghost. Surely that wasn't the 'boss' of Hell's forces around here? If I remember correctly, they're only Tier 2. His attention turned elsewhere, first with a degree of surprise toward the crotchety old sorcerer, then to the arcane artifact in his hands. "Oh, is that the thing? Hey, cool." Souta debated whether or not to comment on the perceived anticlimax, but not only was there a good chance he just missed the fight, there was also a pretty good chance that the battle was only beginning. "So, we have one half of the way in to the seal. Hello by the way, Mr. Akoni. We've still got one hell of a catch-22 to deal with. If we just knew where that snake was, we'd be able to figure out what to do."

The smith banished his combined weapon, returning it to twin streams of water that faded into the runes on his hoodie. He scratched his chin, the wheels turning in his mind. "You know, given the amount of fighting going on on this island, I'd bet that there's a Gilgamesh team on the way or maybe here already. If that's true, they're coming in a chopper, and that chopper's got the latest and greatest instruments the company's got to sense demonic energy. It's a long shot, but if Gilgamesh is out there, we'll be able to tell if Sevrin's already gotten to the seal." Still standing by the doorway, he crossed his arms. By his body language, he was indicating that the agents should waste no time leaving this place with their prize.
Well things should get easier after a brief time skip and characters split off into groups or go solo.


Given the dry spell over the past few days, folks might be waiting for this. Maybe now (or soon) is the time?
@Lugubrious
Can I break Oren's drone?

Edit : Not gonna try, but I will say that BS had his body back when the fight concluded.


Heck, I missed that part of the reading. I'll go back and edit it.
Final round posted! I hope I've drawn the battle to a powerful conclusion.

@Roughdragon1, your new character is accepted as a guest. You're able to place him wherever in the City of Echoes you want; once you make an introductory post doing so, I'll respond and get your situated.
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