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Forever and ever, amen
8 mos ago
Calling out from Scatman's world
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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
1 yr ago
Tomorrow comes

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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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“Come on, come on! This way! Move quickly, but keep hold of your senses! Don't trample any poor children! You're not animals! Move quickly, but stay calm! Keep it together and everything will be fine! With this many heroes, you have nothing to fear!”

Though somewhat close to shouting himself hoarse, the Margrave wore a triumphant smile. The crowds of civilians occupying the convention center seemed close to depleted, and he now stood above the last stretch of the flow, directing their motion from atop a park bench. He had, of course, worried that in their uncontrolled fear the people would have made a mad dash for safety, running down anyone in their way, and potentially leading to even more casualties than a stray villain might have caused. However, the sight of the populace remaining rational during its escape gladdened his heart. He did wonder why, but for lack of a better explanation, fell upon a single gratifying conclusion: that these people did believe in their heroes. Dozens of capes rallying together for their protection, to cooperate against an evil uprising...it must have inspired the ordinary men and women, making them feel as though as long as those heroes stood tall there was no reason to give into panic. The thought of losing out on the battle's excitement did occur to the Margrave, but now he felt happy with his lot—plus, there wasn't much of a chance of dying to a stray bullet or stone shard out here.

While scanning the crowd for injured or distressed, however, the Margrave perked up, forgetting about the melee inside the building. Something didn't seem right. The flow of people had been disrupted, and though the overseeing Ward couldn't quite identify how, he thought he could tell from the pattern that its cause lay in an individual moving sideways. But why? Surely no scum-sucking troll would try to get his kicks by messing with an evacuation? His mind raced. He could not throw away the possibility of it being linked to the Rockers' emergence; in fact, a less outrageously-dressed (not to mention less outrageously-armed) Rocker could have slipped into the crowd. Such a fellow would be beaten down the moment he tried hurting civilians, of course, so what could he be after? The Margrave scratched his chin. If there was some vagabond in here, and I'm not just overthinking things, how could he do the most damage? Not by attacking civilians, but...he could try to take a hostage or otherwise threaten them into going somewhere else. He snickered. Heh. Not while I'm around. His eyebrows shot up, just as a large figure detached itself from the crowd and sprinted his way. “Oh!”

With a cut-off cry the Margrave took a full-body tackle that bowled him over the bench's back and slammed him into the ground behind. If his chosen pedestal had not been in front of a planter filled with flowers, his career might have ended just there with a head cracked on concrete, but instead his full weight came down on prickly but nonlethal flower-clusters. Still, the hit drove the air from his lungs, and his vision swam. When he started to struggle, he found the man on top of him, pinning him down completely. Hands closed around his neck, and blind terror took hold of his mind. “Guck...ack...khhck!” He pried at the hands, scratching with his uncut fingernails, but his foe appeared to be made of sterner stuff. Blackness began to creep in on the edges of his vision, and it became harder and harder to resist.

“Hey!”

Another shape barreled into his assailant, sending him tumbling. The Margrave could see a fat man with a baseball hat and a beard, someone no more remarkable than your average truck driver. He could see some fear in this man's eyes, but determination too. Nearby, the Rocker got to his feet, but before he could retaliate two more civilians came at him from behind. They grappled him, taking hold of his arms and keeping him in place, until a moment later the trucker slammed a wild punch into his gut. Wheezing, the Rocker collapsed, and a couple more civilians joined in to kick him. As the Margrave watched, the trucker strode over and reached out a hand. “C'mon, bud. Let's get you up.”

The Ward took the offered hand and was hoisted to his feet. After massaging his temples and shaking his head to clear the last of the haze, he clapped a hand on the trucker's shoulder. ”Thank you, sir.” He glanced at the others, standing over the defeated villain wannabe. ”Thank you all. If not for you I might have been dead. Guess that makes you even better heroes than me! ….As supremely effervescent and phantasmagorical as I am. Go ahead evacuate, I'll clean up here.”
Slayer
Level 5 || Day 3 || King Boo's Castle
@Zarkun @Majoras End @Tenma Tendo @ONL
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Word count: 325


After stumbling backward a few steps, Slayer narrowly avoided plummeting into the pit that still lurked behind the group. He flailed his arms dramatically as he wobbled on the brink before pulling himself forward and out of danger. Face aghast, he shook his head as though to clear the stars that might have been orbited it, then rubbed his bearded chin where the boo's 'fist' had struck. “...What did you think? I didn't oversell that punch of yours, did I?” Seemingly forgetting about the pain, he started walking forward. “I must say, it would take a lot less theatricality on my part if you'd put some real effort into it. Though, since spirits cannot build muscle, I suppose that's unfair of me to demand, hmm?” Closing his eyes and smiling, Slayer held up his hand. “It's just that I'm very familiar with fiery fisticuffs, so if we're going to put on a show, it'd be more entertaining if it wasn't so obviously one-sided, wouldn't you say?”

He opened his eyes and put up his dukes, assuming a fighting stance. “To make a punch really look good, you need a feeling of weight behind it, laddie. Watch this.” Like a bullet being fired from a rifle, the gentleman shot toward the boo that attacked him, his outstretched fist leaving behind a blazing jetstream the size of its wielder's body. Though Slayer knew that his target could vanish much like himself, this attack's speed was calibrated for the boo's reaction time, so the vampire did not expect to be denied a second time. However, whether or not he tagged the spirit on the way, the momentum of the strike would carry Slayer down the hallway and quite potentially through any walls or doors he encountered, at least for a few seconds. That would, he thought, force the boos to pursue him since they were supposedly guarding their boss, leaving them open for his allies.
Alright, y'all have got 5 more days. Break!


My apologies, I have been traveling. I'll put something together tomorrow.
Azura
Level 2
Day 3
Location: The Land of Skyrim
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Word Count: 685


If the typical day in Skyrim was cold, then nighttime could most leniently and non-explicitly be described as 'glacial'. Barely had a few minutes passed before the biting winds, howling down from the mountain heights, started to penetrate through the luxuriant winter robes that kept Azura so cozy before. Her teeth chattered as trudged through the snow. A climb like this in the day would have been hazardous enough, but at night the task turned impossible if not for the whispers on the wind, telling her which paths to take on her frigid ascent. As time wore on and the air grew thinner, her muscles grew weary, and her mind urged her to lay down in the soft snow to rest. The songstress knew better than to listen to that temptation; from her books she knew that, coat or no, if she fell asleep in such a cold bed she would never awaken. Instead, she forced her mind to wander, trying to shut out the incredible chill. She hummed snatches of her song, its subtle magic providing just enough of a boost to keep her body moving along with her thoughts. This ordeal would be her trial, she concluded, to see if she had what it took to be a hero. When she opened the strange letter not so long ago, she had accepted that mantle without too much thought, telling herself that even if she felt that she'd done nothing to deserve it that she had at least been chosen for a reason. This climb, this mountain, this mission...here was where she would prove she was no pretty wallflower, no useless tag-along, even if to nobody but herself.

Eventually Azura did need to pause to catch her breath and try to get her blood pumping again. When the crunching of snow under her feet stopped, however, she could hear carried on the breeze another sort of crunching. This one, however, did not involve snow, and it sent new shivers down her spine. Taking pains to be quiet, she advanced a few more meters along with wall until she could see the path ahead. A dark shape, far too large and burly to be human, crouched over a mangy black mess she could not identify as anything other than a large, dead animal. The beast itself appeared to be eating, making ghastly noises as it messily devoured its meal. Worse still, the gristly scene lay square in the middle of Azura's way forward, and the ascent itself appeared too narrow to skirt around the monster at all, let alone at a safe distance. A novice climber would have no chance of making her own way around in the dark, either, but trying to drive the beast away would be even more suicidal. Worse still, she could hear no hints from her ephemeral guide, though that did make it occur to her that this, too, was a test.

A few moments passed, the woman standing stock-still in the icy night, before something popped into her mind. A risky gamble, she knew, but short of waiting for the morning's light there remained no alternatives. Closing her eyes, Azura took a deep breath, then held up her Blessed Lance. Her yellow eyes flashed open, and she began to sing.

”Sing with me a song, of birthrights and love. The light scatters to, the sky above...”

Not far away, the frost troll perked its head up. It could hear the intruder's high, clear voice even through the tempestuous piping of the wind, but it did not yet know what to make of it.

”Dawn breaks through the gloom, white as a bone. Lost in thoughts, all alone...”

A deep sound, like some primal titan moving, undercut the howling of the air. The frost troll turned its small eyes upward to see a vast, formless mass rushing toward it.

Azura winced. “I am sorry, creature.”

A split second later a wall of icy water crashed upon the beast, on target to wash it and its kill right off the path and down the mountainside with its sheer bulk and force.
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@Lugubrious

Hey there, glad you are checking us out if you think this is a lot, should check out my other RP shot
It IS getting a little bit late to join but... if you can get a CS in SOON (they were due last weekend) I'll accept.


I see. I'll get right to work. Do I have your leave to hop in the server?
I'm deeply impressed by the amount of material present. Overlord being one of my favorites, I'd be very happy to cast my lot in with you all if you'd have me.
Slayer
Level 5 || Day 3 || King Boo's Castle
@Zarkun @Majoras End @Tenma Tendo @ONL
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Word count: 358


Colliding flames nullified one another, just as Slayer intended, but a split second later he realized his error. The aim of his blazing kick's angle, while expert, had been rushed, and a portion of the spirits' attack struck his ally with a vicious hiss. ”Curses,” he growled through clenched teeth, his failure to protect his ally stinging him as pointedly as the enemy's attack. When faced with an unknown threat that might harbor any number of deadly abilities, his squad could not afford to test firsthand their foes' lethality. Fully deflecting such a paltry attack should have been child's play, but for all he knew his friend the Heavy might have just taken a dose of everlasting soulfire. As he watched, the Boos engaged the squad. A sucker punch toppled Six from her perch, and though Akira struck back with his own dark magic, the chief boo engaged him to prevent him from helping his allies. Meanwhile, more of the ghosts attacked the Heavy and himself, their stubby arms enveloped in that unnatural flame. Individual attacks meant that he could not back his new friends up, presenting a danger of being overwhelmed and separated.

Slayer took a deep puff from his pipe. These pitiful minions did not deserve the satisfaction of landing even one more hit on hopeful heroes such as these. He would not play by their rules.

One Boo rushed toward him. Slayer exhaled, creating a cloud of smoke, and the next moment the spirit's fist blasted it away. The vampire, however, was gone. A light came from behind the confused Boo, but before it could react a blazing backfist cannoned into its form. ”A pity you cannot comprehend the visual appeal of my move,” the irked gentleman murmured before turning to look at the rest. Without another word he began to move. He began a Dandy Step, zipping back to build up momentum before launching forward. Into the air he popped, and after a simple somersault that brought him roughly between Six and Akira's opponents. Without further ado he blasted both legs down into the ground, and an explosion of purple flame radiated out—Helter Skelter.
How're things, folks? We seem to have slowed down a bit.
@ProPro, I don't have anything to add this time around, since the Margrave is still working with civilians.
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