Lurking Shadow

Gods of the Multiverse - A world hopping fantasy adventure

I am intrigued. I have a few ideas in mind already! And as someone else said, I would also be interested if there are any criteria a god would need to be in Pax Celstria, or are they truly desperate they would accept nearly anyone?

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It's been a while since I RPd and I am itchin to craft a story with others again, PM me the ideas!

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

When Randolph recovered from whatever condition afflicted him, he found himself alone. Well, unless you count the assortment of flesh and limbs lacking any owner. Randolph himself was left with confusion, an intense hunger, and a cold sticky sensation in his throat. This feeling slowly trudged up and out his throat, making it difficult to breath, almost choking him. He attempted to expel the mass with a few forceful coughs, and after a few minutes a inky formless mass was thrusted out of his mouth and onto the wall in front of him, splattering the surface with a sizzle.

It might have been a vestige of whatever afflicted him that confuddled his eyes, but the mass seemed to twitch with intent and dissolve the wall like it was acidic, or perhaps eating the wall. But the ghoul did not dwell on this, vaguely remembering he was asked to be somewhere…. Or do… something. There were others he was with, but where were they? Where was anyone?

A cursory exploration showed the aftermath of the escape has thrust the facility into a state of disarray. Scenes of destruction were common, with doors torn or ruptured in various ways, a mass of recently dead bodies, and few working sources of light.

Randolph found the one elevator in the whole place, that he knew of, seemed to be either disabled or destroyed, he was not sure but either way it was not working. Which would be bad for anyone trying to leave unless they had another way out, and with the state of the facility Randolph could burrow his way to the surface. Nothing left for him anyway, as he was either left behind or forgotten so there is no where to go but up.

First though, Randolph burrowed a few miles away before going up, he had no way of knowing what was directly above him and it be unfortunate to be recaptured so soon. After about half an hour, he broke through the ground and was blindsided when he discovered it was in the middle of the day and in a crowded location. Coincidentally, he emerged near the other escapees though he was not concerned with them at the moment. Randolph’s senses were assailed by an assortment of lights and sounds that he detested. At least in the prison it was relatively dark and quiet most of the time. He sure as hell was not going back there, but he was going back in the ground for a while. Plus, he was famished, and was certain there would be a cemetery or graveyard or at least a dead body buried in the woods or something nearby. If any of the others cared or needed him, they should know where to find him.

Legion of Heroes

Fiadh

Fiadh woke after a long rest, sprawled over her hoard like those chalk outlines in a crime scene. Despite the uneven, bumpy, and often hard surfaces it is all too comfortable and alluring to Fiadh. Sometimes taking her hours before she deigns to get up from her ‘bed’. From the corner of her eye, she saw the crate, still unopened, containing a mysterious relic from who knows where. Part of her wanted to open the crate, rip it apart and see what new thing is now hers. But on the other hand, it still being in a crate makes it pretty damn hard to steal, the package being more unwieldy to carry than the content presumably. She was not even sure how she got it inside the apartment without breaking a wall… Plus treasure is treasure but a box could be anything! It could even be treasure!

Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed a letter by the door, curiously almost covered in gold star stickers… Fiadh groggily picked up the letter and examined it. It was a normal envelope size, far as she could tell, seemed to contain something thin, a single sheet or two which probably had words on it. It was unmarked, save for all the gold stars which considering the events of last night meant it was for her. But could it be from that gold star man? What’s his name? he seemed like a mostly normal guy, how would he know where she lived? Though she is a pretty large character when in that form, stands out of a crowd like a sore thumb, who would not notice that a dragoness lived there? Not like she took caution it it, most of the time. Might explain why the neighbors never say hi or interact with her…

Well, no point in putting it off. She opened the letter and found a simple and brief message.

To Dragon,

Treasure here.

Regards, Volcano Insurance Co.

Ps. Bring crate from museum heist, thanks.

Followed by a map with detailed instructions. Pretty convenient all things considered. Sure, it is kind of suspicious, did not even note if she would be able to just take some treasure and walk away but she damn well was sure going to try. It was almost enticing enough an offer for her to obsess over it like she tends to do, when she becomes that other part of her. She sure as hell was not going to bring her newest prize though, they thought too little of her. But her stomach protested, she has not eaten for like almost two days and doing the whole fast transformation thing takes a lot out of her. Food first then treasure, Fiadh decided clothing herself in the usual way to hide her draconic features.

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A few hours later, after getting a meal from Wcdonalds…well several. Five Wcchickens, two Big Wacs, 120 chicken Wcnuggets…. All she got for a pretty good deal thanks to all the coupons she hoards, those extreme couponers are on to something there. She arrived at the address. It just dawned on her how stupid volcano insurance is in a place far far from any volcanoes, least as far as she is aware. She was starting to be convinced that this was a trap, that she was lured here, but the allure of treasure had a strong grip on her.

Walking inside, she was almost immediately greeted by a man dressed kind of like Jake from State Farm. In fact, a name tag signified him as ‘Greg the Intern. From Volcano Insurance Co.’. Greg was typing something on his computer at the front desk for a few seconds before greeting Fiadh.

“Hello mam, how can I help you?”

”Uhh… I was told to come here.” Fiadh said, confused on why treasure would be at an insurance company.

“Oh nice! One of your friends or colleagues refer you for our excellent insurance?”

”No, I uh. I got a letter saying something about treasure. And directions here..”

“Treasure? I don- ooooh. You must be that dragon we have been waiting on… I guess you transform into one like a werewolf or something? If you don’t mind me asking mam.”

” Something like that.”

Greg went back to typing on his computer for a minute, checking something.

“Well, it looks like there will be a bit of a wait for the elevator, just a few minutes though but if you want there are some snacks on the table behind you.” Greg said, pointing to a table covered in snacks, both store bought and homemade. “I’m taking a cooking class on the side and you are lucky enough to come on a day when I was trying some new dishes! I have not had the opportunity to try it but the guys in the back sing praises of my cooking!” Greg said with a smile.

” Oh, no thank you! I just ate, I appreciate the offer though.” Fiadh responded, starting to warm up a little around Greg, whatever this place does they have a really damn good and courteous receptionist.

After a few minutes of idle chatter and with Greg constantly looking at his screen, he finally motioned Fiadh toward the elevator and told her to go to level B-4. Arriving on the floor, was a hallway with a dozen or so doors, but she was drawn to a particular door, sensing something valuable on the other side. Through the threshold was a dark room, with the only visible feature being a golden jeweled skull sitting on a pedestal.

”Jackpot…” Fiadh said, eyes greedily focused on swiping that and making off. But as she took a step near it, the room was suddenly flooded with a bright light, blinding her momentarily as she heard a dozen or so pairs of feet burst into the room followed by a heavier pair of footsteps.

“So, you must be that ‘dragon bitch’. I don’t see a dragon, just some whelp.” Said a voice behind her. “That’s too bad, I was hoping for a fight.”

As Fiadh’s vision began to return, she saw a dozen men dressed like ninjas wielding a variety of appropriate weapons and in the center of them was a large man with an athletic build and…holding a bowl full of something green.

Fiadh was hoping not to transform today, to give in to that other part of her, but she could not see another way out. ”Whelp?” Fiadh growled in pain, as she was feeling her skin rip and tear from the inside, visibly twisting into a different form. ”Let me show you how strong I can be, before I wipe the floor with you!”

As Fiadh’s skin began to tear from the body, creating a mess of blood and viscera on the floor, the henchmen began to exchange nervous looks but the Man began to look interested. “Ah, Impressive. But I can do that too, for I am the legendary Wasabi Warmachine! Observe.” The man said, as he began devouring the bowl of wasabi and began to contort and bulk up similar to Fiadh.

“Now, let’s see who is strongest.” The Warmachine yelled, preparing to strike.

Legion of Heroes

The Terror from the East

GM post

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The Museum Caper failed, the Sinister Six disgraced. It was a simple task. Go in, steal certain artifacts, then leave. It was supposed to be easy, in and out, 15-minute adventure. But the multicolored knuckleheads fucked it up. The plan was for each member to find something to steal and split off in different directions to distract from Mr. Blue stealing the actual prize for their employer.

Heroes showed up as expected, but it seems the stupid six did not provide a good enough of a distraction as Mr. Blue was easily tracked. He thought he was fine at first, some stupid runt of a kid tried to stop him. No problem he thought, should be taken care of in 30 seconds or less. But then some giant reptilian showed up, kind of pissed about the whole thievery thing. Then some demon. Well, he was lucky to escape and be able to walk after getting hurled like that. Mr. Blue was unsure what happened to the others, maybe captured, maybe killed, maybe decided to just skip town. Mr. Blue was sure he would be the only one willing and responsible enough to report his failure, I mean that has to count for something right? Even among villains? Hopefully?

Mr Blue eventually arrived to the secret base, cleverly disguised as Volcano Insurance Co. Though it would be a pretty obvious front as who really needs Volcano insurance really? Lava Lord has been inactive long before this fake company was set up. As Mr. Blue descended deep underground into a secret underground facility where a shadowy cabal awaited his report.

There, Mr. Blue was met by a figure shrouded in darkness, standing at a position of honor behind other shadowy figures. The head figure stepped forward, revealing a bald-headed elderly Chinese man with a Fu Manchu. Combined with his sinister smile, it could only be the Fiendish Dr. Wu, admittedly looking pretty spry for his age.

“Mr. Blue…” Fiendish Dr. Wu began to speak, a hint of displeasure snuck past his otherwise neutral tone. “…Where is the artifact?”

“Some Dragon bitch took it from me, I tried to keep it secured but she fucking picked me up and tossed me like a doll!” Dr. Blue speedily spoke, trying to lay out his excuse before Fiendish Dr. Wu would punish him for his failure.

“Some dragon bitch? Did I pay you to flee, or to steal Mr. Blue?”

“uh… I’ll give you your money back I swear! And….” But before Mr. Blue could continue, the Fiendish Dr. Wu pulled some crazy martial arts moves with this metal claw attached to a chain and tore a chunk of flesh out of Mr. Blue’s chest.

“Perhaps you do not remember who we are… with you are the most sinister and evil foes from the east!”

“The mean and green Wasabi Warmachine.” At the mention of his name, a muscular figure stepped into the light, letting himself be seen. A man could be seen, with skin of green, in front of him was a large bowl filled entirely with wasabi. As the warrior began to eat it, he underwent a transformation akin to a riastrad, where his flesh twisted and turned and his muscles expanded. From this demonstration, one could surmise that consuming Wasabi turns this man into a killing machine.

“Possessing the speed and power of both man and machine, the Super Sonic Samurai.” A figure revealed himself, dressed like a Samurai from imperial Japan, albeit heavily augmented with robotic body parts. Glowing Red eyes, a jetpack, an exo-suit surgically attached to his body, a laser katana, how much was man and how much was machine?

“The slippery and deadly Shogun of Shadows.” A figure stepped into the light, but it did not reveal much. A shadowy silhouette of an Imperial warlord could be seen, though his form flickered making it hard to discern details. Sometimes, shadowy tendrils formed and expanded from his body before dissolving as quickly as they came.

“The luminous and hazard aura of the Nuclear Ninja” A figure appeared, producing a green glow that made it hard to discern finer details but he probably is dressed like a ninja. Probably.

“and…and, well he is not sinister or evil but we got Greg the intern.” A light illuminated a twenty something male dressed in business casual holding one of those drink carrier things with cups of coffee from StarPesos. He began handing a drink to each of the other named members who thanked him.

“He picks us up coffee and pizza and stuff, which is pretty cool. He might not have martial arts skills or super powers or anything, he might not be Japanese, but he is a valued member of this team. Thanks again Greg.” The other members of the villain group express appreciation to Greg again.

“Finally, you have the brilliant tactician, master of WuShu and Magic, and de facto leader while our master is indisposed…. Me! The Fiendish Dr. Wu!” At the conclusion, Fiendish Dr. Wu does a really good villainous laugh, all the practicing in front of a mirror is paying off for him.

“Now do you see wh…. Oh. Whoops.” Fiendish Dr. Wu was too busy practicing the groups’ introduction that he did not realize Mr. Blue bled to death a few minutes ago.

“Huh…. well, shit. I was going to go have him lure the people that foiled the heist here for a trap but….I guess I’ll have to do it now.”

And so, the following day our heroes will find a convenient letter addressed to them, with very descriptive directions to the secret headquarters of the villains of the month as well as a message tailored to each individually to lure them there. There, they will find a secret sinister complex filled with death traps, named villains who are actually competent, an army of ninja henchmen and of course…Greg the Intern, can’t forget about him. He might not be able to speak Japanese, but he can bring donuts in the morning!

Legion of Heroes

Fiadh

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”I just want that crate, whether they live or not is up to them.” Fiadh responded to the kid, before charging in to the group on the left. While Fiadh had the strength and mass to bowl them over, they proved more dexterous and dodged out of the way before Fiadh broke through a wall with a crash. Exposed, as she was partially buried under rubble from the torso up, the three villains tried to get a hit at whatever they could hit.

Fiadh responded by thrashing her tail around wildly and knocking the three aside while she got out of the rubble and stood back up, turning to face them. The three figures in blue surrounded her, attempting to exploit their numbers over her as they unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches… which bothered Fiadh little. Are…are they unarmed? Fiadh thought, momentarily distracted from the object of her desire. Fiadh looked at how the kid was doing, as the blue clad figures seemed to ignore how little effect they had on Fiadh.

He seems to be doing all right, a little worn as are his thieves… I am glad I am so much more capable than that now, than how I once was. Fiadh thought, glancing down at herself, appreciating this aspect of her curse. and yet I could be so much more… Fiadh thought, glancing at the crate, remembering her greed and the benefit it brings. These thieves….fools were little more than an annoyance to her. She wants the crate, and she wants it now. She is done entertaining these gnats as she grabbed one by the arm and dug her claws in…. deep. The unfortunate victim yelped in pain as Fiadh held onto the other arm as well and lifted him off the ground. Fiadh held the foe in front of her as she begun spinning around, using him as an improvised weapon to hit the other two as Fiadh spun in place a few times.

On the fifth revolution, Fiadh let go and watched the unfortunate victim get tossed in the air and out of sight from the momentum, screaming all the way to an unknown fate. Fiadh bent down to inspect the other two that were knocked to the ground, annoyed to find them still conscious. ”I am done entertaining. I am taking that crate and you are to leave me alone. Do either of you have a problem with that?” Fiadh growled, poking them both with a claw, with enough force to pierce the skin a little but not life threateningly so.

“uhhhh…n..n..NO MA'AM!” stammered one of them, before getting up and bolting. Before the other could react, another figure announced his presence. Someone who did not look like they belonged here, or this dimension… She was generally distrusting of others, but she was especially keen on not trusting whoever this stranger was. Fiadh turned to the last blue clad figure, but he was gone. Perhaps the last ounce of courage he had was removed by the arrival of this stranger.

Fiadh then saw the man speed over and choke out one of the villains assaulting the kid…. Oh yeah, she was so caught up in the crate she forgot the kid was there. Well, he seems to be fine still which is good.

"Go on, dear. take whatever is in that create, let your avarice drive you to get what you want." Flauros said to the draconic girl with a mischievous grin.

”I was going to get what I wanted regardless of you being around or not….whoever the hell you are.” Fiadh responded. Unsure of what to make of this stranger yet. He supported her greed…. Why? What did he have to gain from it, what selfish reason is driving him?

Fiadh did not dwell on it, with her prize in reach. What took the six of them to carry, took her but an arm to lift. She’ll take this back home, and hoard it like the rest of her stuff, it’s all but assured now. Fiadh turned to address the remaining blue villains.

”Your prize is now mine, now fuck off! scram!” Fiadh shouted, baring her teeth to illustrate her point. Two, one three. Those were not good odds for them, she hoped they would notice because she really did not feel like having to delay expanding her hoard much longer. All she would need to do was add….whatever was in the box, to the pile and it will be hers… maybe strengthen her powers a little too.

@Silver Carrot @Silverstein

Legion of Heroes

Fiadh jumped into action, running on all fours, faster that way than running bipedally. She was told to lead the way and lead the way she did, the fastest way. Which went through the occasional tree but all it leaves her with is a little soreness and she is intent on taking the shortest distance possible for that gold star.

About a minute and a few uprooted trees and shrubs later, she led James to the north side where the injured man and the very large wolf was. The man seemed to be in a rough shape, but still fine, though the Wolf tried it’s best to be intimidating. It was being very defensive, but why? A wolf that big would have no problem making a meal out of this man, there must be some sort of bond between the two, but she did not give it much further thought.

Fiadh waited for her reward patiently, resting her lower body on the ground and propping her upper body with her arms so she is ready to go at a moments notice. James immediately set for the wounded man, but thankfully remembered to peel the shiny thing and stick it to her arm. She…She did not feel the greed go away like it normally does. Inspecting her arm, she realized the problem. The shiny was a worthless shiny, worth not more than a few cents. But on the other hand… sometimes things can have a sentimental value greater than a monetary … She did feel a little better, for doing a good deed and having physical proof of it. She was unsatisfied, but maybe with enough gold stars it will fill the emptiness in her….

Fiadh, failing to find a reason to delay further, set off to attend to the museum thieves. A sort of criminal she especially despises, and if they would steal from a prestigious public building like the museum, then they could steal from her! A reassure hoard is not a hoard if it could be pilfered, and eliminating would-be thieves is one of the ways to ensure its security. And if something valuable happened to be lost in the commotion, why that would be a shame.

Fiadh then felt a sensation, a sort of ‘gut instinct’ that gave her pause. Since the costumed individuals split off into separate groups…who is to say that they all are occupied? It is plausible, probable even, that another group managed to sneak away with a crate in a different direction. She could not prove this other than off of assumptions, it could just as easily be that all the thieves are occupied with heroes. But the possibility of another group slinking away undetected is enough of a basis for her paranoia. By utilizing detective skills that she seems to only possess when objects of value are involved, she deduced a probable direction an unknown party could have gone. That was enough to set Fiadh off with a new course, around the many alleyways nearby.

Shortly after, a sound alerted Fiadh, a particular one that usually indicates someone forcefully coming in contact with the garbage that line the buildings out of view from the street. Turning the corner, she saw the noise came from some kid impacting some garbage bags, a fall by the looks of it. Fiadh needed to shift her gaze only slightly to find the object of her desire, one of the crates from the museum. Something particularly valuable was inside. Whatever it was, its value dwarfed anything she ever possessed. She. Must. Have. It. But first, she will have to deal with the six people carrying it.

”Gadaithe!” Fiadh roared. ”Thought you could steal without notice? I’ll give you thieves one chance to drop that crate or there will be consequences. Fiadh stood to her full height and brandished her claws and teeth, hopefully they will be intimidated and back off saving her the effort. If not, well she does experience pleasure in taking care of thieves.

”You, kid! Either lend me a hand or get out of here, I don’t like worrying about someone getting in the way.” Fiadh said to the kid resting amongst the trash. She did not want someone uninvolved to get hurt, but her greed was blinding her to only focus on the treasure. She won’t be able to guarantee his safety.

@Silver Carrot

Legion of Heroes

@Silver Carrot I see you finally got a chance to use ratboy, slap that CS right into the character tab and join the discord, link on the first ooc post should still be working, let me know if it does not.

Legion of Heroes

@Silver Carrot all right, you'll be the last person lest this RP get too bloated with characters, for now at least. unfortunately one person is unable to contribute to this for their own reasons so we have a spot to fill anyway. let me know if there are any questions.

Legion of Heroes

Fiadh

Fiadh stared intently at the strange helmeted man. Not moving a muscle, except her head as she tracked his movements as he tended to the kid. She waited patiently, her body not betraying her internal struggle. Want. Want. Take. Plunder. Need. Gold star. She thought, her mind racing to all the ways she could take what she wanted from the man. Then it raced to another thought, wasn’t she here to be a better…dragon(?). To get a fresh start and channel her obsession for good, somehow? Heroes get paid sometimes, it is plausible she will get rewarded for good deeds so she could be a hero and satisfy her greed!

She will wait for now. Being a good noodle is not always easy. If she wants to be good, she must be willing to do things the harder way. And she can still get the gold star! So it is a win for everyone. Wait. Wait. Patience. Wait. Get instruction. Do thing. Get star. Profit. Get… her train of thought was interrupted when the kid directed a question at her.

”..why are you a fucking dragon?”

@Shard

Fiadh craned her neck towards the buachaill, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she took in his appearance for the first time. He was but a mere lad, barely an adult but she was not certain if he was even 18. He had some stuff about him that marked him different from humans, she wondered if he was cursed like she was, a rare moment where greed departs to make way for a different feeling, concern. He looked messed up, whatever happened, it took a lot out of him.

For a moment, she debated whether she should give a answer, or even a response. She did not much care for giving things away, but ultimately, she decided since information was immaterial and thus not hoard-able in a physical sense nor can she stare at it like she does with her stuff, it would not bother her.

”Because I have the mentality and spirit of a dragon, simple as that. I like to have things, to see the shine in trinkets, the touch of gold, the knowledge in tomes, to know that they are mine and mine alone. I…” Fiadh was saying, trying to support her message with gestures and body movements as best she could given her…different physiology. She noticed the helmeted man was wanting to ask something of her, for the gold star she presumes. ”… Well, despite what I do have, I still desire for more. I figure that with enough treasure, I will find satisfaction, hence I desire this…gold star. Maybe it will be enough, maybe I’ll require more.”

Fiadh turned back to the man, to listen to what he wanted to ask of her.

“Alright you two, I hate to interrupt, but this is important. Miss Dragon, I need to know if there are anymore buddies of that guy-” points at villain “around as well as whether there are any serious injuries. If you can bring me that information, this star is all yours.”

@Unkown58

Fiadh was confused, how was she supposed to know if the metal man had any friends? Were the coordinating their outfits or something? But she can definitely be on the lookout for injuries, soon the gold star will be all hers! A thought that excites Fiadh. ”Keep that Gold Star ready, cause I’ll be right back!” Fiadh announced before taking off in a sprint. She has not got the hand of this flying thing, but she was pretty good at jumping, as she leaped over a few humans that were still around for some reason and onto the side of the museum. Getting a good grip, after breaking a few windows but she’ll just blame that on the villain(s?), she started her ascent the last few stories to the top of the museum.

Unfortunately, the museum did not have a spire or tower or anything of the sort so she had to pace around the roof to get a view on all sides, and the inside from the few sky viewing windows on the roof. To one side, she saw a few guys in yellow getting fucked up by a sword wielding man in rags and a really really big dog…or maybe it’s a wolf? Wait… on closer look, it seems the sword man is wounded, the helmet man must know of this! On the inside, Fiadh could see another group of similarly costumed figures fighting with a few kids and a woman, no visible injuries nor does she sense any blood …but… the figures are trying to escape with something in a crate! Even with the artifact stored in a container, she could tell whatever it was, it was very valuable. Those fiends, taking treasure for themselves. Only Fiadh should be able to take treasure for herself! Doing another quick loop, there was no one else. At least no one she could see…

Fiadh was pacing back and forth, frustrated. Must get gold star… but also whatever is in that crate with a value of $108,000, it would be a fine addition to my collection….but then again the helmet man should know about the sword man’s injuries. Fiadh did not know much about severity of wounds but she smelled blood and that is usually a bad thing. She quickly debated for a few moments on what to do before coming up with a solution. I’ll go tell helmet man about those costumed guys and the guy with the injury, then I go acquire treasure

She quickly leapt off the roof and landed near the man tending to the lad. With expedition she relayed the information, a sense of urgency in her voice. ”Man with the helmet, whatever your name is. I see two more groups of villains, one to the north and one inside the museum. There is also a man with a sword fighting the villains in the north with a wound, I do not know how bad but I sensed bleeding.” She turned to look at the boy for a moment. ”I hope you and the buachaill, are doing all right but I think it best we go help the others. Ní neart go cur le chéile. I don’t normally do this but if its urgent to get to the wounded man you can… get on me. I can take you there fast.” Fiadh paused for a moment, searching for the words to say that did not make her sound like she is a horse or something. Last thing she wants is for people to be asking her for rides, but the man might deem it urgent enough for expediency and maybe she can get two gold stars out of it.