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In Over 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Kiara

Kiara could only stare, in a strange mixture of surprise and relief, as Geko was abruptly tackled by Omari. Who was babbling about mommy and daddy and all sorts of craziness. The pale girl neatly sidestepped the tackle hug, and just tilted her head like a confused puppy. She had fully expected some sort of pain to result from challenging Geko, and now all she had was confusion. Not that she was complaining all that much. She turned to stare accusingly at Eric, her shadow returning to his normal place attached to her feet. "You did that." Eric shrugged, unapologetically. "You could have gotten him killed! It does matter! I'm not that important! So what if he wasn't? The fact is he could have and it would have been my fault for not keeping you in check!" Kiara paused in the midst of her scolding, hearing the Chrono speak in a dangerous tone. Her head whipped to look at the Chrono, and she took a small step back. Kiara liked to think she was many things, foolish being one of them. She was not, however, stupid.

As the Chrono continued to speak, Kiara's foot etched a sigil into the ground, finishing it just as Julie had her break down. A swell of earth rose and grabbed Kiara, stabilizing her from the shrieking winds and rocking earth. Safe in her cocoon of dirt, raised from the ground, Kiara could only watch in some awe as Julie threw her fit.

Carefully, she released herself from her earthen cocoon and gently got to her feet. Looking around at the devastation, she idly brushed her clothing free of dirt. "Uh...Remind me to not piss off a Chrono."

Maeve

Maeve's thoughts, as she was critiqued and mocked by Joux, went something along the lines of this. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. He knows. He knows what I'm doing and it's not going to work. Nonetheless, she continued with her attack. It was already to late, and she could merely continue on her course. She merely scowled as Joux deflected all her attacks with his small coin, and then neatly deflected the girl she had just kissed, knocking her on her ass. The Celtic woman didn't bother attacking again, listening to Joux as she scowled. She walked carefully towards Alistair, not trusting Joux, blood still dripping down her arms and hands. She had forgotten about them, truth be told, used to the pain as she was now.

Sighing she ran a hand through her hair, streaking blood on her forehead and through her hair. "Where do we begin?"
Encounter Sish


If Karama didn't escape or die quickly, yes. Sish put the Master through agony.

@Nightrunner
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0 might

5 Freepoints

The Avatar raised an eyebrow at the Demi-God's display, and then shrugged. "That'll do." With a gesture, it created at set of armor and a mace for the warlord. "There. Have fun. They can resist mortal made blades, most of them at any rate, and beat through most of them too. Also, the mace can be used to cause explosions of about thirty feet around you when you slam it into the ground. But don't try to test them against a work of Ferghus. He's the actual Forge God and his weapons will sheer through them with ease, and his armor will resist quite the beating before you can even get through to him. Be careful, Warlord. Arrogance has killed many a man. Try not to add yourself to that list." With that, the avatar was gone.

yeah dudes, how many Might do I have?

I hope I can remember to finally put all my creations together.


0 until the next time skip. Then I'm not sure, Kho should know.

Yeah, you kinda need to do that. Like, soon.
Uicle

He was just about to leave the room, when the quill started moving. The Necromancy teacher got a bad feeling about it the minute it started writing, and it was only confirmed a few seconds later. Uicle's reaction upon seeing the written message was simple and direct. "I'm going to kill him. That bastard was supposed to sit still and not use any magic." As he continued to read the message, he groaned in despair. "I'm going to kill Khan to. That bastard was supposed to take his medicine. Really! For someone who's been alive for over a century he can act like a giant overgrown lizard child." The Necromancy teacher looked up at Ssarak.

"Congratulations, you've just been conscripted to help me nag at Khan for not taking his medicine. You're going to leave here, find Khan, and go nag at him for slacking on that and tell him I'm going to talk to him about certain things later on. When you see Mei again, please tell her that you, her, and Aramir are now all in charge of nursemaiding the Headmaster because he can't act like a responsible adult. Feel free to nag and yell at him all you want. He likes it. Really. I'm going to go scold our all powerful Archmage for acting like he can stand when he can barely sit."

With that, Uicle started to head out the door.

Aramir

The Snow Elf's eyes widened in surprise as Annabeth suddenly hugged her, her arms pinned to her sides. She began to relax into the hug almost immediately, feeling the simple affection stabilize her terror and mess of emotions. However, when Annabeth spoke, she tensed slightly. It wasn't hard to guess what she was talking about, though the Snow Elf was left wondering how exactly the human girl knew what she had been thinking. Psychomancy? Maybe. Can she hear me now? Possibly. Oh Gods. How far did you read my mind? There were several things Aramir would have preferred Annabeth not see, most of them related to Auriel and the rest to her clan. Of course, they immediately sprung to the forefront of her mind. Aramir alternatively blushed in embarrassment at the images of her and Auriel and then shivered in minor horror at the images of her clan tearing itself apart.

"You don't understand," She said quietly as Annabeth put her down. "The tribe is everything and I had to kill some of mine. I couldn't save them. But..." She trailed off, pausing. Why was she telling Annabeth this? What good would it do to dwell on the past any longer? What was her point in telling this? Pity? Clarity? A sudden thought hit Aramir.

Was Annabeth influencing her mind to make her tell her past? Aramir looked up at the human, searching her face. Finding nothing to cause worry, or suspicion , and finding that the idea of getting drunk was more and more appealing, she tossed up her hands. "Screw it. We're going to go get drunk. Incredibly so. And then deal with the consequences later. Lets go find Auriel, get some wine or something, and then have fun. Uicle can yell at us later."

Althalus

As Alaira first thumped him on the head, Althalus raised an eyebrow. As it happened again, he gave a sarcastic, "Really feeling the love here Alaira." before she stepped aggressively forward. Althalus was in front of her in a heartbeat, ready to grab the Halfelf (for all the good that would do) to prevent a nasty mess from happening. Fortunately, she managed to calm herself and give her own two cents on the matter. Oh good, I don't have to get between her and three master mages. That's nice. Althalus' smirk turned into a frown at Alaira's last comment. The assassin reached up and flicked her squarely in the forehead. "We talked about that. You need to move on, and remember to do better next time. I know you can."

Lan shrugged helplessly at Alaira. "I never said it was the smartest choice for Tidehome. Or the easiest. But would you so willingly sell your home to one of two warring neighbors, determined to drag you into their fight, have your people spill their blood on some foreign field for a cause they never really believed in? I don't think so. It's not in my blood to do the 'sensible' or 'easy' thing when they don't collaborate with the right thing. Now I just need to convince my associates of how right I am." He moved over quickly towards the Orc and Dwarf as they opened their mouth, and soon fell into a quiet but intense argument with the two.

Althalus looked up at Alaira. "If you're done, I need to go see Mar. I've been putting off a...talk, long enough. Might as well get it out of the way."

Grey

Hah! The axe laughed scornfully. Nothing but a forge of the Gods themselves can melt me down. I will cut my way from Hiisi's ilk, and slaughter my way through a thousand Vrykolakas! Like it or not, boy, we are bound together. You would do well to not insult your only weapon, much less a divine one. If I had wanted to kill you, harm you, or cause any mischief I would have already done it, you fool.
Although Beringer’s blood contained the essence of Astarte,
Beringer


And Astarte gives Vestec crap about Ryva! @Frettzo
In Over 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
As to how they will prevent students from using alchemy, a collar around their necks that blows up if the surge of alchemy is detected at any level? Thus effectively making cheating suicide.


THAT'S SO COLD.
In Over 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
It is hard, k >.>

So How many of you are ready for your first A.M.R.O exam. =p

I am thinking being stranded in a jungle within A.M.R.O Island, no escape and the only way out is to survive a month. >=D Oh and no weapons provided and no alchemy allowed. Oh and the jungle is filled with wild beasts. Oh and A.M.R.O has also deployed rogue Asylums within the jungle to kill the students. So slay or be slay en. -Gasp for breathe-

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


..how do you plan to make them not use Alchemy? Maeve has no problems cheating. 'Oh, this intricate bone spear? I had time on my hands.'
In Over 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Every time <.< Every time >.> Vail, Maeve, Maeve, Vail (>°□°)> ︵ l______l


Maeve: Female, Celtic, violent.

Vail: Female, not celtic, violent.

How hard is it to keep them separate? :p
@Rtron, you ready for that date collab? >:) Astarte has a couple surprises for Vestec.


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