Rtron

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Nope and they don't fully work on heavy wounds I don't think so.

@Fallenreaper

So Keri's still screwed.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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No she didn't. Not a single one.

@Fallenreaper

...Most of them?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Crap and Keri's out for the count for now! Hey for lyn's hunt who has the healing runes?

@Demonic Angel

Mar had all of them.

All of them.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

E'docsil

Pure rage. Pure, unadulterated rage flooded through E'docsil's body. The murderer of her sister was right in front of her. Her master's voice hissed in her mind Control yourself. She, of course, ignored it. She had her enemy right in front of her and she was going to kill him. The Fake Tyrael's skin visibly rippled as she hissed at Grey. "Murderer. Murderer. MURDERER!" he shrieked, pushing against Grey's shield. "YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER!" The Fake Tyrael's muscles seemed to bulge as she increased the strength of the form, claws gripping into the side of the shield and trying to rip it from his grasp.

Grey's axe

Mortal, what have you done. She's normally so composed. Mock her with it. Angry people make mistakes. Mistakes we can capitalize on.

Aramir

The Snow Elf paused, confusion crossing her face as she heard herself shrieking, and then Tyrael's deep roar to kill the Naga. It wasn't just her imagination on hearing her own voice, as the Yarosmerian man beside her frowned at her in confusion. Aramir slowly stopped firing, wary about what was going on. Something wasn't right. Besides, she was nearly out of arrows. It seemed like no matter how many times she wounded a Ridge Hound and it was tore apart by it's companions, there were always more. She had her knife, but fighting the animals that were nearly her size was not a prospect she relished.

She'd have to make her next shots count. She couldn't even see the Naga, much less even think about killing them, so she focused on the much more imminent threat of the Ridge Hounds. She began firing at the larger, more dangerous looking ones, intent upon having them torn apart by their pack mates.

Mackendrick and Co.

Mackendrick's head tilted slightly to the side as Annabeth and her horse disappeared. "Deal with the Elf berserker. I'll find our invisible prey." The scarred man grunted a reply, heading off towards Alaira with a mad glint in his eye. Mackendrick himself lifted a gloved hand and pressed into his wrist, holding very still. His eyes tracked where the arrows were coming from, estimating movements and delays. The girl didn't have that powerful of a bow, not from horse back, and the arrows were appearing long after the twang of the bow over the pounding of the hooves. He walked closer to the sound of the hooves, moving like a blur. Two daggers gleamed in his hands as he drew closer and closer too the hooves. Any arrows launched at him simply side stepped or sliced out of the sky with impossible speed.

Once he was right next to the pounding hooves, he lashed out with his daggers, intent upon hamstringing the horse and bringing it down.

The scarred man stopped in front of ALaira, a grin on his face. "Step right up, step right up, face the greatest warriors Tiien has ever had! The fastest blade in the Spine of the Forest, the strongest Orc in the Holds, The Champion of the dragon-men, the fist fighter with a thousand kills to his bare hands! Take your pick, for anyone of the can kill you!" He held out his hands wide, clearly waiting for Alaira to choose someone.

There was a buzzing sound next to Summer's ear, and the knight's brother reformed. "I see you control the forest as well. But do you listen to it?" He asked, head tilted to the side. Suddenly he sighed. "No matter. You're going to have to die anyways. My brother will take care of your friend." He hefted his axe and swung down at Summer, hoping to make it a quick smash of her skull.

Leith's ring

Mackendrick is the masked man. Many talents, many abilities, but they can overheat. The knight is a vampire hunter. No magic abilities, but he traded his soul for the power to fight his most hated foe. His brother is a mage, a Herbamancer. The swarm works together, but is confused when broken apart. The scarred madman challenging Alaira is technically two twins merged together. One was a Necromancer, the other a Vitamancer. They have lost their sense of self, but have gained so many other identities.

Althalus

"Stupid fucking..!" Althalus made an unintelligible sound of anger, loading his crossbow. He had told Annabeth to run. What does she do? Turn invisible and hope that running around and firing arrows won't lead people to her position. With Lyn just waiting to be caught in the crossfire. Now there was a target moving too fast for him to shoot, a knight moving to finish off Keri, and another stranger standing over a student ready to bash her skull in. Alaira would have to handle her own in a fight with the madman, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to hit the masked man. That left the axe wielding maniac.

Althalus took a few steps to get closer to range, aimed his crossbow, and fired the bolt. It ripped through the chest of the man, leaving a gaping hole that seemed to buzz at the edges before rapidly beginning to repair. He stumbled a step back, giving Summer more time, before recovering and starting to swing down again.

Uicle

The Necromancy teacher, after being beaten about and looking even more haggard than usual, walked quickly into the infirmary. "Sorry I didn't get here sooner, I was trampled by a group of Orc students, hit by a falling beam, impaled by a knife flying from it's hilt, knocked over by my own golem, and hit in the head with enough rocks that I'm pretty sure it counts as a small landslide. In short, Aarem is being a particular bastard today." He gave only the briefest of glances to Mar's writhing and shifting body. "What do you need me to do to her? It appears that a Vitmancer has decided they really don't like her. And since Lidda isn't doing anything, I assume it's not her. I, unfortunately, am a Necromancer Hydromancer. I can't do much more than tell you that whoever is doing this is aiming for pain."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Cyclone

Well, assuming we're going with how you viewed things ( as I viewed it as lots of time had already passed, given that we never paid that much attention to actual time during major events like species creation and such). Galbar had a lot of history for the single continent we put it on for most of the RP. Granted, we glossed over the peaceful parts for the violent parts, but there was still a good solid bit. We had the rise and fall of Garakai, the Cimex aggression, the Eternal Night, the Dragon Wars, The Uri arrival, the Ice and Sanguine Communions, Ialu's rise to power and fall to shadows, the corruption of Zerabil and the Rise of the Lich Lord, The death and resurrection of the Hundred Companions, the Creation and Crusade of the Alma Igna, The Lord of Logic's plotting, the love of Astarte and Vestec (He didn't even destroy her plant race this time!), Vowzra's plans and hypocrisy (OH MY GOD, SO MUCH HYPOCRISY), the Demi-Gods arrivals, Escre leaving, Vestec corrupting the Soul storage thing, the rise of the apes, New Garakai's aggression on Brightwoods, the Rovaick spreading, the Undead push against the Furies, some other things I missed.

Point is, we had a lot of history. Just most of it was violent.

I do agree with the reduction of leveling up to create stuff. As for the sandbox...I actually enjoyed making our own storyline. We were GODS for crying out loud. Granted, Vestec did just run around and start shit (Like Highschool! Only we're Gods who play with people's lives.) But I enjoyed the stories that spawned from that and spiraled out of just 'People fight against Vestec.'

Invictus and Fate were kind of...just there. They would do something really ridiculously powerful if someone did things for them, or occasionally reign in the Gods, but I never felt like they were actually apart of the story. More like watchers and Parents.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Scarifar I don't think the problem was a forge God, it was just that Ferghus was so disinterested in meddling with mortal and Godly affairs. Make him more weapon if mass destruction createy this time perhaps? Or more protective. Whatever floats your boat really.

Enduwin: Act 1 - The Dark Awaits

I'll have my post up tomorrow. If Oliver leaves, Hector is calling dibs on his share.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Yes, and I have returned from my deep slumber to extinguish you.
Just so ya know

Because I will CERTAINLY be playing the reboot, and Kraken will be back and even worse this time!

@Hael

You missed everything last time! All the wars Vestec caused, Astarte's and Vestec's true and canon forever love, Escre flying off into SPAAAAAAACE, Vowzra going all nutso...

Mass Effect: Borealis

Serena

Name: Serena Mathews

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Class: Sentinel (specializing in Robotics. Mechs, VI/AI, etc.)

Appearance Five foot six inches, with brown eyes. She has burn scars all along her arms and some on her face, from the sparks of droids, and one particularly nasty scar along her stomach from where she was obviously stabbed.

Background: Serena was born to San Pedro Sula, Honduras. The reach of the Alliance was far from her family, and they acted accordingly. Kept their heads down, payed whatever fines that were demanded of them, and tried to avoid the gang wars. Serena had heard that years and years ago it had been considered the most crime ridden city in the world. She didn't know if that was true anymore, but it certainly felt like it with the cramped living conditions and nigh constant gang wars. Her father repaired and sold various mechs,drones, and VI’s in addition to doing repairs on ships whenever he could to scrounge more credits.. Combat, medical, and domestic mechs. Drones for any and all purposes, you request it, her father would build it or fix it and Serena learned most of her talents from him. Her mother helped him, even when she was pregnant with Serena. It was obvious that because of her mother's insistence upon helping, Serena's biotic powers developed. However, she couldn't afford any training or amps as her parents were poor enough as is.

For several years they managed to scrape by like this, remaining relatively free of the constant power struggles and fluctuations between the various gangs. Of course, nothing lasts forever. When she was eight, a vicious battle erupted outside of their little shop. Two gangs were battling for control of her district. Up until now, the fights had always been away from them. Serena doesn’t remember much of the incident. Strong emotions and flashes of memory. Helplessness. Her mother’s face filled with fear as she shielded her. Terror. Her father working as fast as he could to get Mech’s up and running to defend the shop.

After that event, the shop torn to shreds by bullets, most of the mechs they had been working on destroyed, her father finally gave in. He started paying one of the gangs, the Cyborgs, for protection. The group that constantly used Mechs could always use someone who was talented working on them. Especially someone who paid them for protection.

This arrangement, which would last for the entirety of her father’s life, lead to Cyborg members frequently visiting her father’s shop. This, of course, lead to her talking to them and getting to know the local gang and it’s members. There were some evil bastards in the group, certainly. But there were also good people. People just trying to do what they could to survive and prosper. Ten years passed, and Serena began to get restless. She began to wonder what life outside Omega was like. What it was like to not be in constant fear of being attacked by gangs, or wondering if her father’s protection payments would rise and then he’d be forced to go bankrupt. It didn’t take her long to decide she wanted to leave.

There was only a couple of ways she could get out of San Pedro Sula. She could charter a passage on a ship, but that cost more money than she or her father had and would only get her to one place. What she would do after getting to that one place was an unknown. She could sign up with a mercenary company. It offered a way to get out of San Pedro, a job, and a sure way to be on the move. Mercenary companies offered a way to get around and actually see the world and the galaxy. And, she reasoned, she could find someone who wouldn't constantly be thrusting her into stupid battles and she would be relatively sure of the fact that she was on the good side. Finally, she could sign up with the Alliance military. Steady pay, definitely on the good side, galaxy and world travelling, equipment, training...it was really so much better than mercenary work wasn't it?

Thus, Serena made her decision. She would join the Alliance navy get out of this town, and use her talents as a Mech repairwoman and VI hacker/programmer to help out the military. Simple. Despite her parents misgivings, they were in no position to stop her. Her leaving would make things easier for all of them. Saying her goodbyes, Serena traveled through the slums that had always been her home and signed up with the Alliance.

They gave her their basic gear. On the off chance her biotic talents could be useful, the tested her.. Turns out she did have some biotic power. Thus, they began teaching her how to use her amp and her powers. Serena was never very talented at it, but she did learn how to use barriers and telekinesis. The former is very handy in fights and the latter in general use.

For five years she worked with the Alliance. For the most part she escaped direct combat. She hacked, she designed mechs, drones and VI’s, and she repaired them. When she was close to the combat she was always protected and separate. There was even a free lance mercenary Krogan that she worked with frequently. Barat was hired by the Alliance when they needed more muscle for a mission faster than they could send help. After several missions and close calls together, Barat took to following Serena around and sharing in her pay. While not an official member of Alliance, he was a great help whenever their subtle operations took a turn for the worse.

For a while, it was all fine. She got all she wanted. Outside of San Pedro (Indeed, Earth entirely), exploring the Galaxy, never in the same place. Oh, and the deaths of dozens on her hands. For the most part she could easily say that it was self defense. Kill or be killed. There were some grey areas she chose to ignore, however. Some areas where she couldn’t be quite certain that what she had done was right. So she ignored them. Or tried to at least. The deaths still weighed on her mind.

Her breaking point came when she was assigned to a hacking mission. Simple enough, get in the two story tall security building, get the data, get out. There was a chance that she would have to fight her way out, however, and for that she was grateful to have Barat with her. Things went great up until they got too the actual data they needed to hack into. They managed to kill the surprisingly few guards there were (Barat wasn’t sneaking past anything), and get to the data hub without a hitch. Just as Serena was beginning to download what they needed, alarms suddenly blared throughout the building. They waited, because it was their mission, until all the data was downloaded, By then, the guards that had been suspiciously absent were pouring towards them, Barat having already overheated two guns as he held them back (there were plenty to pick up off the floor.)

They beat a hasty retreat, trying to get out of the building before they got overwhelmed and subsequently murdered. Somewhere, they took a wrong turn. Made a mistake. They found themselves in a dead end. Good news? They were on the ground floor. The windows showed as much. The bad news? The security forces were outside the door. From the sounds of it, they were getting ready for an assault.

Barat recognized what was going to happen first. Whether it was just intuition or years of experience, Barat shoved her onto the ground screaming at her to throw up a barrier, as every guard (or so it seemed from Serena’s point of view) threw in his or her grenade. She only had time and the wherewithal to throw a barrier around herself. Then the world seemed to explode. When she was back to her senses, she was alone. There was a massive chunk in the wall and a bloodied body nearby. Barat must have been thrown free by the explosions.

Serena didn’t waste time mourning or trying to recover anything as a memento from her dead friend. He would have killed her for doing something as stupid as that. She bolted through the gigantic hole in the wall and didn’t stop running. She didn’t go to the Alliance evacuation location. She just kept going until she was sure she had lost them. Once she was sure, she allowed herself to break down. She was in some dirty alley, with another life on her hands. This one she couldn’t ignore. This one she couldn’t claim as Self-defense. Barat’s death was on her hands, and her hands alone. Her failure. Her weakness.

Serena never returned to the the Alliance. She simply moved from mercenary group to mercenary group. For five years she did this, doing her best to avoid the contracts that would end in morally ambiguous territory and deaths, and trying to pick up the ones that she knew would benefit people. Even if they were merely repair or defense jobs. She picked up Vellios along the way, the Turian showing up on more and more of her missions until they were a team. They saw the offer for a job and figured...why not? They were in between jobs and it was definitely for a good cause.

Equipment:
-M-3 Predator

-Savant X Omni-tool

• Things that come standard to an Omni-Tool. Repairing items, scanning, Omni and Medi-gel, converting to Omni-Gel, communications, etc.
• Various utilities, ranging from a flashlight, to manufacturing items in real time, to video and audio feed, to the ability to turn into tools Serena might need in her repairs..
• Hacking and the ability to program VI’s.
• Omni-Bow with explosive or concussive shot. (She’s not deadly accurate with it, but she can use it competently.)
• Omni-Shield.

-Light Mercenary V armor,

-Solaris I Bio-amp.

-Combat drone named Del who can split into three smaller combat drones if needed.

-A small drone that Serena largely uses to assist in repairing and hacking, named Sarah.

-Plans for a custom made mech in the shape of a Krogan with heavy armor and redundant systems.

Powers: Tech Armor, Damping, Overload, Sabotage, Lift, Barrier.

Misc:
-Serena can’t sit still when lying. She fidgets. Tapping her foot, fiddling with something in her pocket, so on so forth.

-Serena likes to make prototype mechs/drones. These tend to explode.

-Serena enjoys the game of Chess, and has even made her own board and independently moving pieces.

Color: HotPink

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Well, Vestec's chaos essentially just equates to destruction from what I've seen. Change is more broad in general. Actually, perhaps Change should be the domain and Air the portfolio, instead of the other way around. That way it makes more sense to make the stretch for having power over cold and fire like I mentioned.

@Cyclone

Destruction, Corruption, anything that just really makes the situation worse. :p