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The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.
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Why does anyone care No one really looks at this part Its all just pointless.
Darko was allowed once into the Heavens realm, but I will have to inform you that he can no longer enter due to the sentry that was spoken of in Grey's post that cast you out. We should slow down to let the others catch up. I am going to send out some PMs to see if they are still wanting to participate, but until then I will be waiting. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Oops sorry, I forgot to transfer the bit with Hal's interaction with you. That portion of my post is on a document on my laptop, and our Internet is down at the moment. (responding from my phone.) once we have Internet again I will edit and add that in.
@Thantos @KatherinWinter Hal took a defensive stance in front of Schattenspiel when he heard Darko enter the council room, but did not draw his blade. It was not right for Darko to be here and Hal was both alarmed and confused as to how he accomplished this. Hal snarled as Darko grabbed the guard and cast him aside, but did not attack. He knew that the powers of the council room would deal with Darko in a most painful manner, but for some reason were held back by X. Darko demanded some kind of answers in regards to a prophesy. In response to Darko intruding upon the sacred hall and demanding from the god of secrets X pulled out a book and began to read from it, but not before calling Darko be his true name. These names were not to be used lightly as they were not just a title, but in fact the life force of a god or goddess. X read from the book that, from the content, appeared to be the ledger of Darko. Hal heard what X was saying to Darko, but none of it made sense. The answer to the riddled prophesies was a riddle unto itself. Once said and done X released the powers guarding the heavens and Darko was cast out and back to his realm of darkness and death.
Hal returned to his normal stance but his face was down cast at the final words of Darkos being there. Hal hated being reminded that he was the god brother to that evil and dark creature, but it was as that before the division and the Clash Darko and Hal worked together. They made joint efforts in aiding champions that were full of courage, feared almost nothing and embraced death when their time came. Now they were enemies certainly never to be reconciled. Hal’s thought were broken by an intruding force, it was Darko’s message; he wanted to meet and discuss the terms of a truce. “Humph.” Hal scoffed. “I will meet with you, Ner'zhul, but we shall both go alone.” Hal looked out one of the large opn windows of the council room to the clouds that ever drifted around them. “In a day’s time we will meet."
Turning to face Schattenspiel once more he spoke. “I thank you for you aid in this matter, and wish you safety in you visit. As it stand Darko wishes to hold council with me. If it is not too much I would ask that you try to inquire as to his future intentions that I may know what this meeting may hold.”
That makes two of us... things seem to be progressing faster than I can keep up with Hal. I have a plan to kind of set thing on a some what normal path so you can continue with what we had planned.
“All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er.” Macbeth 3.4.136-9
Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience. The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust.
Name: Dyleon of the Crimson Lance.
Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile
Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan
Age: 37
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Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer.
While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven’s grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed.
Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla.
Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death.
Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her.
Companion:
A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon’s mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him.
Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.
Looks good to me... With this I should probably also tell everyone that I would like to keep this at a PG-13 to TV14 level on content with a little wiggle room. A preference of mine that I was told by a friend would help to keep a broad-er age group playing.
@Master Crim OK Captain Jack Sparrow. Do you fear death. Do you fear that dark abyss. I offer you a choice. Join my crew. 100 years before the mast. Will ye serve.
By the way that's only my second favorite character through out the whole pirates. My main favorite showed up in the last one made. The most fear of all pirates. CAPTAIN THEODORE THATCH. AKA. BLACKBEARD
I would probably say the same thing, but I think the Blackbeard they portrayed was pretty weak.
Anyway, I should have a post for Hal up by tomorrow night. Some unexpected things have come up this week and I will be busier than I thought.
I think I forgot to mention this earlier in the RP, but since there is no real map to this I am willing to give each player the ability to fill in the blank spots of where you are (With in reason.) I want it to make sense as what a normal-ish planet would be so think earth, but you don't have to follow our geological make. Villages, Towns, Cities, Castles, Ruins these can all be encountered (Where they make sense) as you want to. Savvy?
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