Lugubrious

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@LugubriousI think Ill pass tbh. Don't think I can overturn the match now. Feel free to do anything with my characters.

@GreenGoat

With a heavy heart, then, I'll take that as your resignation. Backing down from what you knew would be a competition because the going got rough is understandable, but still disappointing.

With the forfeiture of the first player to submit an application to the RP, we are down to just eight players remaining, not counting myself. Just half of the initial roster of members is still here, but for those of you who remain, I am very grateful.

Yet the show must go on. @Sentel, @FloodTalon, I'm looking forward to a post from each of you in the near future.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Those assembled lay the final preparations for diaspora

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@Rune_Alchemist @TheFake @Lord Zee

The sudden appearance of a woman with her weapon out did not, despite her assurances, put either Emile or Lenore at ease. After revealing that she'd been watching the whole time and then involving herself in the forming groups' affairs, she made some suggestions of here own as to where to go. While Emile could appreciate the initiative, he felt as though he and his niece need not alter their plans to travel south with Kallahar and Revenmar. She did, however, voice a few of the potential problems Emile had been thinking about in his head. If this new world did host its own peoples and nations, he would have to make sure he behaved accordingly, not just throwing around his power without a care for the consequences. That wasn't the problem, though; what concerned his more was whether or not the other former players would be as responsible. The two armored warriors with which he supposed he would venture seemed stoic enough, and he could corral Lenore if need be, but some of the others present practically screamed wanton misuse of power. How would this realm's civilizations come to grips with this sudden, massive influx of godlike beings?

Such bridges, Emile decided, would have to be crossed when they came to them. There was just no knowing how things would turn out, and that conclusion struck the strigiforme as both frightening and exciting. The village girl, meanwhile, was mentioning the obvious—that the less-than-human members of this phantasmagorical entourage would stick out among human-oriented civilizations. Just a little, the insinuation there ruffled his feathers, though to be fair perhaps he was just on guard from Tania's cutting comments moments before. With my helmet on, I bet I can pass for human. Weird, maybe, but still human. I could say I'm...what, a foreigner? Unfamiliar to this land, shy about my face...ah, I could make something up about customs. A foreign mercenary, forced by his culture to don a mask when abroad. The sudden creative influx almost made Emile giddy. Whoa, this could actually be fun. Could I pull it off? His gaze landed on Lenore, and he winced. She's going to have trouble. That was something he would have to address.

Emile's inner monologue evaporated, however, when the fairy rounded upon them. The words she uttered oozed with such egocentricity that the man could scarcely believe his ears. “What!? Are you delusional? How the hell're we supposed to know what was gonna happen?” Not that Emile expected her to admit his rightfulness; rather, he felt as though he understood Tania completely. She behaved in a nonsensical manner for the sole purpose of eliciting reactions from others and gaining pleasure from their belittlement, making her nothing more than a elementary-school bully. Emile's hatred of children like those, and adults who acted like them, spurred him to want to make Tania look as bad as possible in front of everyone else. In the end, though, an adult knew when to let something go. He decided to ignore her, and instead turned his attention to her elf companion. “No, no...it's alright. Looks like ya got a pretty rough deal. All I can do is offer my sympathies.” When Tania refused him and Lenore entry to her 'phantasmal forest', he said nothing. Did she imagine that her denial stung him? As if he, or any sane individual, would want to waste time with her.

He ignored that group of players, lending his ear instead to Kallahar, who graciously agreed to have him and Lenore along. Her next statement, one pragmatic in its simplicity, made him pause. “Fly...yes, I think I can.” Actually, he couldn't believe that he hadn't thought about it. Forget have two legs again; if this fantasy had become reality, then he could live out the impossibility of which he'd always dreamed. He could fly...not just fly, even, but soar!

While Emile was lost in thought, his niece gave a timid response to the Death Knight's question. “I had...a minor skill from, uh, Flesh Smith? B-body Surf...it s-should activate...if I try to sprint.”

Next, the radiant dreadknought approached to express a desire to join Kallahar's intrepid band. Having already given him the once-over, Emile -stirred from his thoughts by Revenmar's arrival- was sure that having a dependable person who was more or less normal around would come in handy. “Good to have ya along for the ride, sir knight.”

He stared up into the night sky, watching the gleaming stars. In silence, he moved with sudden purpose, a short way from the group before crouching down. The moment Emile tensed his muscles, the air around him changed. It began to flow toward him, gathering with the tumult and dark color of a growing storm's thunderclouds. Black energy swirled around him, building up for a brief time, until he sprang. Wings of pure green-blue aether burst from his back as he shot upward a few hundred feet into the air, leaving a black trail behind. When he stopped to hover in the sky, a light coat of aether could be seen washing over him as water does over the face of a rock, and with a bright heart he scanned the horizons. He couldn't imagine a pirate captain, with all the liberty of a carefree renegade, perched atop the prow of his ship feeling any more free than he did right now. Once again he looked skyward, and among the stars he spotted a comet blazing a trail across the vault of heaven. ”There!” He drifted downward, the flap of his wings steady, moving closer to his new comrades. His pointed finger traced the falling star's path across the sky. ”Let's get it on. We got a world to explore”

The Crucible - Winner Take All

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?

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@Lugubrious did you want Kallahar to respond to Ravenmar before you post?

@TheFake

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.

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

Cormorant Sanders

@Caits@Joshua Tamashii@Zarkun

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.

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

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I would post but I'm waiting on @Lugubrious

@Joshua Tamashii

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.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious

Hey so uhh, my opponent is gone.

@floodtalon

That does seem to be the case, unfortunately. You may conclude the fight at your own leisure.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Duly noted. Be aware, however, that I might be indisposed this Thursday due to travel.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

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.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Well things should get easier after a brief time skip and characters split off into groups or go solo.

@IceHeart

Given the dry spell over the past few days, folks might be waiting for this. Maybe now (or soon) is the time?