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STATUS: I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many. 3 yrs ago
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3 yrs ago
Current I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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5 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.

Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).

Have some dancing medjed.

Most Recent Posts

In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Bandit camp, early morning.
@Pyromania99@FrogRFlowR@VitaVitaAR


“Gah-!” A shout of pain as the fomorian was knocked right over, blackened blood spilling from her nose from the rough treatment, Nialls boot placing itself roughly against her chest and holding her down. She’d merely glare upwards, a low snarl from her throat. “She hasn’t even asked me anything yet, you flightless brick!” She was, seemingly just ever so surprised that Fio came to her defense just slightly, the hostile scorn turning towards a smug chuckle.

“See? The lady doesn’t want your smelly feet all over me.” She’d chuckle. “Now why don’t you let me up before you lose the only prisoner you have that can maybe help you?” Whatever she meant by that she didn’t say, merely offering Niall a challenging smirk, almost daring him to get rougher. Perhaps it was referring to her little trick she had used to appear rather suddenly where Fio had been.

Luna headed inside the fort. The three men that had started clearing out the place had combed a good portion of the buildings that had been there. Most were seemingly fairly simple, barely up to being habitable save for the main one, with numerous hunting trophies, fur carpets and a particularly large mammoth skeleton.

“Lady Luna, we’ve not found much.” One would say, saluting and waving her over to the main building. “Most of the bandits seemed to have holed up in a few of the buildings near the firepit.” In the remains of said firepit was some sort of…creature. It looked like some sort of fey, or fomorian itself. Chunks of flesh had been carved off and it had been tied up as though it had been roasted. “I don’t even want to know whatever it was they were eating…looks like it was almost pulled right out of the Laughing Wood…”

He’d shake his head, the second running up and saluting.

“We’ve cleared the main building, but the only thing else of note we’ve really found is this.” He’d hand Luna what seemed to be a metal emblem of some sort, depicting a pair of radiant swords of light crossed and turned upwards, seemingly breaking a shield. “There were a few burned scraps of paper too, but we couldn’t recover anything else…”

“...I don’t think we need to see any more of the basement.” The third quietly shook his head.

A few bits of information, though what it all meant for now was completely unknown. The Emblem would be somewhat familiar to Luna, in fact it looked uncannily similar to her own houses coat of arms - a pair of swords crossed downwards over a shield, but that was likely just a coincidence.

Location:
Harzel Border Fort
@Crimson Paladin@Guy0fV4lor


“Useless! I Refuse! Impossible!” The beast screeched as the blood red blade hurtled through the air, intent on seemingly intercepting it before it reached its target. It lunged upwards, trying once more to take off from the ground as its entire body managed to jump just a few feet from the ground, its uninjured wing reaching for the blade.

Elnith released her grip on the ventilation hole on the dragons back, having completely ripped the thing open, a long, nasty gash ripped from one side right down to his leg. She bolted, running along the dragons back, along its arm and leaping right off its head to grab her blade, the firey maws of the beast just behind her, a gout of fire ready to leave its throat.

In the same instance, Ethelred had made it to Lonan, the Harzel knight having not moved an inch from in front of the dragon, the scorching heat seemingly not reaching his own icy, cool demeanor.

“Much obliged. On my mark - as soon as sir Reinhardt pulls that wing off, I want you to pierce that creature's chest, right on that glowing mark! Steblas power is that of purification and warding, if my assumption is correct then that should fell this beast quickly combined with its other wounds! You’ll have to get close but the other two should be able to draw its attention!”

Lonan pulled his sword, breathing outward as the land beneath their feet turned to ice from Ethelred’s lance.

“Steblas, your blessing! Let not this evil stain this land and protect those noble people of this land!” Ethelred would feel a similar sensation as he had in their last encounter. The ice on his armor began growing, hardening as his own powers seemed to strengthen from the fey steeds blessings, he’d only once again have mere seconds to contemplate this as a horrible sound of flesh and bone ripping filled the air, the dragon screeching as those present watched as the Dragonslayer rent the dragon's wing from its body, tossing it aside as though it was little more than trash.

Its legs began failing its body, as it started to topple to the now unbalanced heavy side of its body, the mark on its chest making a now easy target.

Elnith twisted herself in the air, a swing of her blade followed. The space in front of the dragons head rippling and distorting as her blade would find its own mark, nearly cleaving the beasts jaw right off of its mouth as the blast of fire lost all steam within its maw, sputtering out as it could only glare at her with hatred as it fell to the ground.
In The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
@Pyromania99@AzureKnight@Click This@Sniblet@VitaVitaAR


The beasts arms slammed into the ground with enough force to smash the cobblestones in the now ruined street as Polina barely managed to evade the blow, sweltering heat coming from the beasts body. The rippling muscles retracted, pulling the creatures arms back up as it’d move to make another strike, this time aimed towards the nearest one attacking it…which just so happened to be Astreya. The ratgirls shotgun blasted into its thick, leathery arms, the bullets sinking into the things skin.

As far as she could tell though, it did not exactly have ‘joints’ in the same way humans did. Its arms lacked bones, it seemed more akin to a giant, walking hollow carapace filled with lava. Even so, as the bullets sank into its arms, occasionally one pierced deep enough to cause a stream of fiery lava to leak, quickly cooling as it’d fall to the ground and yet, it did not stop. It barreled towards The rat, lumbering forwards with its arm and making a swipe towards the rat -

“GGGRRRRGGGLLLL!”

A gurgling, low, rumbling and bubbling howl as Senya’s bayonet pierced the creatures tough legs. Smaller than its arms, it was both incredibly top heavy and unbalanced. It shrieked, immediately turning its attention from the rat to try and turn, but the bayonet had stuck itself fast in its leg. The heat from the beast turned the blade red-hot, and the barrel too, as the bullets began unloading started to steam and smoke as an entire round of bullets had emptied themselves into its legs.

“RRRGGGGLLLLL!”

The beast, however, didn’t seem worse for wear as it’d grab ahold of the ground and pull straining against the weapon impaling it and the bullets ripping through its legs. With a sickening snap, the entire leg finally was pulled free, sending the beast stumbling forwards, slamming into Astreya in the process and knocking her roughly aside leaving a harsh burn on the side of her face.

“Lllrrrrggggghhhh…” The beast, struggled to its feet, large hands keeping itself afloat. Lava poured liberally from its wound, the total amount contained in its body having lessened significantly, and it seemed a bit lethargic, now, its movement slowed…It turned towards Astreya and Senya, its body lighting up with flame and fury as it’d lunge forwards, slamming the entire force of its body towards Senya, intent on using its body to crush her.

Katherine, Polina, and Lucrecia had a far less easy time of it. The demon had flung itself full force towards Katherine, and each volley that rang out, the demon would use its tail to latch onto the ground and quickly yank herself in some direction to avoid most of the bullets, weaving, jumping and expertly dodging any major wounds as she’d land on the ground just in front of Katherine, having simply leapt over the dolls.

“Slow, you’re slow, ahaha~!” The demon’s tendrils lashed out, three taking a doll into their maw, intent obvious as one latched onto Katherine’s arm, sinking its fangs deep into her flesh, but before a second could lash out the demon hissed, retreating with just as much agility as she had before as one of Polina’s blades sunk into the flesh of one of her tendrils. Thankfully for Katherine, she'd also drop the dolls except for one.

“Hmm, is this the best you guys can do? Aren’t you supposed to be good at this? Why are you so weak?” She’d focus her attention on Polina now, maneuvering in the same way she had approached Katherine. She was mostly using physical attacks for now, it seemed, but Blood Demons were known for their destructive, elemental powers, so it would be a good idea to remain cautious still.

Location: The Clematis
12:00 hrs


Atop the Airship, overlooking the town below, Myrilla was idly leaning over the railing, tendrils of smoke slowly rising from her cigarette as she’d slowly inhale. A blue and red Flare, huh? Had something gone wrong? A high demon being present, hm…well, it was fine. Unexpected twists like this were good to teach the maids to remain cautious and keep them on their toes.

The fact it had resulted in a fire fight so quickly after landing though…hmph, she’d have to reprimand that one. A maid should learn what their dealing with before committing to an assault like this.

“Leoniya, looks like that toy may get to be used sooner rather than later.” She’d speak into the comm system on the deck.

“Eh? Really? Has something happened?”

“High demon, it seems.”

“A high demon!? Are you certain?”

“No, because Bernadette hasn’t fixed the personal comms units yet.”

“...almost done…” A sleepy voice interjected.

“If you have time to eavesedrop, you have time to work!” Myrilla hissed. “Leoniya! Get down there and help them!”

“Da, comrade!”

A few moments later, the maids would see the ship make a hard turn to the right. There was a thunderous sound of something like a cannon being fired, a trail of smoke as something was launched from the ship, and hurtling towards the square at an alarming rate! It looked like…a Krysan Tank!?
In Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Alavaris
Cathedral
@Psyker Landshark@Asuras@Erode@VitaVitaAR@Click This@Pyromania99


Could an undead paladin even care about its hands being sliced into fine, bloody ribbons? Likely not. The armor was old and weary to be certain, but it was still armor. Steel and once holy blessed by light and silver, even as corroded as it was. The blade cut through the armor, but not enough to sever the fingers or hands of the paladin as it was wrenched from his grip mid lunge that was only stopped by the timely intervention of Illena.

Shadows wrapped around the undead’s limbs, coiling around its legs and arms restraining the former holy warrior and rooting him in spot just as Giselle’s blade found its target. The sanguine blade sliced through the armor deeply, the downward strike cleanly slicing through the armor just as the paladin managed to wrench his left arm free of Illena’s restraints in time to deflect the upwards strike, but leaving him completely open for Dragan.

The hammer met its target, the clang of metal on metal as the already weakened armor gave way, the hammer embedding itself inside of the wound as bones and armor cracked beneath the heavy weapon.

For a moment, the thing did not move, slumping over as its body momentarily went limp. The massive skeletal creature above screeched, as it’d wrench its arm free of Luna’s restraints that had stopped it from finishing off Dragan.

A light twitching of its hand.

The Skeletal beast above screeched once more, its gargantuan arms beight brought down upon the rooftops of the nearby buildings as with its other hand, it’d reach into its own mouth and with the sound of metal grating against bones and a ghastly wail, from somewhere it its chest it would thusly pull a blade, a blade of silver from its maw, aiming to slam it on top of Giselle and drag it along the ground in front of the Paladin.

The paladin too, was not quite finished yet. As Illena’s shadows held fast, she’d feel her shadowy body start to burn as the Paladins armor bega shining, glowing with vestigial holy power as it’d wrench its second arm free from her grasp the shadows retreating from the purifying power. In a swift motion, it’d bring its right arm around, and Dragan could watch as in its right arm, a flash of silver manifested, a silver blade now in its hand as it’d strike out just enough to slice dragan’s arm followed by a rough, powerful kick to the vampire lords midsection that would wrench the warhammer from its position to finally free itself from Illena’s grasp.

Thankfully for him, the silver seemed to be old and weakened, corroded, and the blade seemed significantly blunted. The poisonous silver would only diminish his abilities enough to be a minor inconvenience to his physical might. As The ancient, heavy blade would swing forwards as the undead creature struck towards Dragan, bringing down the weapon in a heavy vertical swing as behind him the massive skeleton swung its own blade in an attempt to catch the rest of the vampires.

Thankfully for them, between Akyasha, Luna, and Dragan’s own minions the tide of the skeletal creatures were being stemmed enough to not cause them any significant problems. Luna’s fluids strikes cleaved through the skeletons and zombies, severing their vestiges of life from their corpses. Akyasha took a far more direct approach, smashing and crushing the undead creatures with a hefty axe, showing no mercy for such rude, mindless undead that could not even recognize their own once goddess.

It was now, then, that her Gorebats would return, bellies full of blood and ichor, and ready to serve to their fullest capacity. They’d chitter between themselves as they’d hover on either side of the cleric, awaiting her command. Just in time, too, it seemed.

From within the mass of skeletons something came barreling out of a nearby alleyway, having apparently heard the commotion. A mass of skeletal arms, leaping from the nearby alley and landing in front of Akyasha. It looked like a horrid mass of skeletal arms, ribcages, and leg bones stitched together in some manner to mimic a spider with eight skulls stitched together to serve as its face.

Wherever this thing had come from, it immediately set it sights on Akyasha.
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Pyromania99

“Ha, why would I ever do anything dumb like that. If you disappear I’m gonna dance and then leave.” Yuisa cackeld, not bothering to comment on being told to dress ‘sexier’. Not like she expected other behavior of a demon. While Vammy did whatever she was doing, Yuisa would simply stand, scowling, and watching obviously none to happy to be in her situation still.

“Careful, dumbass. This thing reeks of old, divine magic. Probably has been here since the Fall of the first circle…” The demon harrumphed. As vammy reached out to touch the obelisk, the demons words seemed true in some sense at least. It was ancient, faded, and though she said it reeked it could barely be felt. The smooth, glassy surface of the obelisk was cold to the touch, and not simply from the climate.

As it didn’t immediately react to Vammy’s touch, the demon would proceed to walk around the obelisk a bit more, taking a full circle around it. Moon iconography was carved into its base, and the smooth glass seemed carved with similar motifs. Each of the four points bore a different phase of the moon, with the one facing out towards the sea bearing none and the one facing away bearing a full moon.

As she’d round the corner again, Vammy would almost find herself running into someone. Specifically, almost faceplanting into the womans chest.

Dressed in a simple brown robe with long white, flowing hair and eyes the color of the sky. A headdress upon her head possessed a small crown of gems and two horns, and on her flesh seemed to be several tattoos that glowed with some arcane power. The most striking though, though…was that the little demon and Vammy hadn’t noticed her until they had indeed, almost run into her.

“Gah Where did this broad come from!?”

“...At least after this I won’t owe him any more favors, hmph.” The woman grumpily spoke. Yuisa seemed similarly as shocked as Vammy would likely be. “Here for the prison, are you?” She rose a hand towards the pillar, a spark of blue colored lightning hitting the ruin. It’d hum to life with some long lost magical energy as the base would slowly fill with blue light, slowly climbing up until it reached the apex of the side facing the sea. Seconds later, stone rumbled, a hum filling the air as the base of the obelisk slowly split open, revealing a door big enough for someone to walk through.

The other side seemed like some sort of…building, set far across a field of snow.

“Hurry it up, will you? Don’t worry, getting back is easy. Just head out the same way you came in. Don’t worry about breaking anything. Most things here are old, useless, and were cast away at the start of this Era.”




@ERode


“...its not that good…” Maira glanced away from Atzi, quietly bringing her hand up to her mouth making a rather obvious attempt to hide her face as she pretended to adjust her clothes.

“So little trust! No. How do I know you won’t run away with it? But…hmm, fine, fine! What to hm, fine! Fine! Here.” Instead of handing it to Maira though, she’d toss it to Atzi with a surprisingly strong arm. “You. Safekeeping. I don’t trust that shifty one. Now…shall we get going? I’ll even give you a head start! Go on, get going.” The woman would instead of getting started on the race immediately, would instead take a loaf of bread from her dingy robes, proceeding to start eating it as she’d lazily wait for Atzi to get going.

“...do you even know where it is-?”

“No helping.” The woman interjected. “She made the bet, so she’ll be going whether she knows where it is or not! It’ll be a simple thing…its not hard to find! Just keep running east until you can’t any more, ahah!”

“...Atzi I’m going hunting. I’ll be back here soon. Be careful, okay?”




@Click This@Crusader Lord


“Far as I know.” Jivka replied. “I don't know the details. I just know a lot of us are tired of the Krysa throwing their weight around and sooner rather than later, something is going to happen.” The Yaga snarled, the fur on her ears standing on end. “I’d love to see just how tough those rat midgets are, them living in that cushy city of theirs always thinking we’re lesser than them-” She’d cut herself off, huffing irritably as she’d move towards the firepit.

“They sent someone from their…’peace office’ or whatever here a few days ago. No idea what that is. Jolča knows more than I do since the Krysa don’t talk to anyone but the elders or their apprentices. You’ll probably find her in the building in the center of the village.” She’d respond to Lissa, glancing towards Nylah with a small bit of surprise.

“Curious eh? I can give you a short version, I’m no wise woman or witch. I just hunt things.” The Krysa grabbed the fetish, holding it in her hands and slowly running her thumb across it. “It doesn’t have a name. Our deity, that is. We just know he exists and is the reason we survived the Moonless Era.” She’d pass it to Nylah for her to hold. “As for The Death goddess…” She lowered her voice, briefly glancing over her shoulders despite there being quite obviously no one else in the cabin. “We say the rest of the gods are lesser spirits born from our nameless deity when he fell from the heavens, his body was formed into these lesser Spirits. But the Death Goddess? She existed before him and if you believe the elder, had a direct hand in creating the Moonless Era and seeks to kill our deity once more. That’s all I’m saying.” She’d fall silent, seemingly nervously scratching the back of her head. “Uh, sorry I’m gonna take a walk. Hate talking about this, but one more thing. Do not mention her name here, outsider. That’s a good way to get every Yaga to want you to leave. Say she hears every time her name is spoken and we don’t want to try any attention from her.”




@crimson Paladin


“No? How stingy, comrade…” Marushka pouted lightly, though she’d make no other effort to acquire a drink, instead standing as she’d hear the rest of her men start returning. “A little drink would only improve my work, promise!”

“Lady Marushka, we’ve retrieved the Tsarita’s words.” One of the armored ratmen walked up, voice muffled slightly under his helmet as he was soon joined by the others. He’d hand her the papers and the basket that Ayumi had nicked. The Krysa woman slowly started leafing through the papers as she’d address Novak.

“Prosti, friend. I am not at liberty to say. I would betray the Tsarita’s trust if I divulge that information to an outsider, I’m sure you understand.” Satisfied that everything was present, she’d straighten the papers and lay them back in the basket, tucking them under a pile of blankets and a few other things. “However, I am returning to the nearby settlement. If you’d like to join us, I would be remiss if I were not to show a traveler to it.”

There was a good chance she just wanted to keep an eye on him. The ratmen seemed mostly indifferent, but Novak could tell they were suspicious of him and likely only keeping silent due to Marushka’s presence.



@Cu Chulainn


“Eheh, must be pretty lame being part of a people that can’t even do simple magic stuff.” Raelzeth place her hands on her hips, turning her head slightly up and chuckling smugly at Gideon’s seeming incompetence at magical arts. That smugness quickly fell though, as Gideon made his suggestion of using her stonesinging to locate the missing vein. On one hand, that’s what she was gonna do anyways.

On the other…well, this was just incredibly tiring to even consider. Aside from being a magical art, singing for that long was going to leave her voice a bit hoarse.

“You’re asking me to…” Raelzeth frowned, grumbling lightly and considering her options. If she didn’t come back with success of some sort, dad was gonna well…he wasn’t going to really scold her. He’d just be super disappointed in her. Her stonesinging wasn’t particularly great either, thanks to her elvish blood. On the other hand, this seemed like an awfully lot of work.

“Guh, FINE. Only cuz I don’t want my old man to scold me.” Ignoring the fact she was here to do this anyways to start with, Raelzeth breathed in. It was a single, melodic note that followed. “This way, I think…there’s a lot of little bits of Ore in that direction.” Raelzeth would soon lead Gideon on a bit of a chase.

Deeper into the forest. A few trees overturned. Some soil and rocks too big for most animals to move, moved aside and recently distributed. If it weren’t for the flakes and small iron chunks buried in the ground along with them, it’d be impossible to tell if one didn’t already know what they were looking for. The beast would suddenly turn south, it seemed, towards the mountains where the duo would find themselves faced with a small hill topped with a number of craggy looking rocks.

By now though, Raelzeth was incredibly tired. Even if she hadn’t done it the entire time, Stone Singing took a great deal of both concentration, skill, and also relied on ones voice to function well. Raelzeth was just about out of both, using it even as sporadically as she did on the way here seemed to have quite tired her out.

“I think…the path ends here.” She’d say, panting lightly and deciding to take up residence on a nearby rock, sitting on it. “Seems like it circled the hill some before upping and vanishing…” There was no sight of something that had been disturbed here or vanished, and Raelzeth had just about as much work as she seemingly could handle.


In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Bandit camp, early morning.
@Pyromania99@FrogRFlowR@VitaVitaAR


“Pfft,” The fomorian laughed, Fio’s words bringing her some apparent amount of humor. “I’m a fomorian, brat. Being a twisted, cursed, monster is all we’re good at.” She’d otherwise relax though, going so far as to yawn and make herself some manner of comfortable even though she was bound, intent on not seeming fazed by this at all. “Who said anything about not talking? I’ll talk as much as you want, witchy girl. Want me to start with my life when I was born? Maybe give you a sob story about how my human mother hated me? Maybe you wanna know about where I got this robe from? I made it myself. I also know some potions to help growth in certain areas.” She’d shoot Fio a sly look with her usual sharp toothed grin.

Seemed like Fio had her work cut out for her.

Now that the fort was silent, it was easy for the lightsword soldiers to pick through it, though it was likely going to take them a bit to by themselves.

Location:
Harzel Border Fort
@Crimson Paladin@Guy0fV4lor


The gargantuan black wyevern didn’t slow for a second. Its weight and bulk aimed right for the fort itself. If its breath had missed, then it would simply use its physical form to destroy this human construct and thus, the people within. And thus, this would put it in a direct path for Reinhardt as he’d leap from Steblas, cleaving the ground beneath him to create a cover of dust.

“Uwoooh, Albion and the king are the same.” The beast hissed as it charged forwards, fire spewing from its maw. “Thusly, thee are traitoooors, now buuuurn-RRRARAAAGH-!”

A guttural, pained hiss as the halberd struck the side of its maw, the weapon being embedded into its flesh just above its eye, but that was not the source of its pain. So fixated on his singular target, the beast did not see Reinhardt move to the side, and lunge for the beasts injured wing. The blood had already started to cool and coagulate as Reinhardt dug his hands into the flesh, tips of his fingers quickly being burned from the things fiery blood as the wound would quickly reopen as he’d attempt to rip the rest of the wing from the beasts body.

“Ceaaase this fighting…!” It howled, moving its body towards Reinhardt, trying to move the slayer off of itself. The holes on its body ejected more flame, its body started to rise into the air as it’d make a jumping motion -

“Well said, Reinhardt!” A familiar voice of a certain black armored knight rang above the fort. Seconds later, everyone present would watch as Elnith leaped from the top of the fort, clad in her signature black armor as she’d land right on top of the Wyvern's back, quite close to one of the holes on its back. “Now stay...put! Ethelred! My blade!”

Elnith’s divebomb assault gave her both enough force and power to sink her gauntlets right into one of the molten holes, grabbing it by the edges and similarly to Reinhardt, began merely tearing into the beast’s flesh barehanded, not seeming to mind the severe burns on her already injured body.

“You cuuursed Wench…! Pathetic pathetiiiic!”

Elnith’s surprise attack had rendered the beast grounded again, giving Reinhardt ample opportunity to wrench the wing from the beast proper. Flames lit up in its maw again, as it began simply blasted everything in front of it with a rage fueled conflagration, not enough the inside of the fort safe from the heat. It’d buck and try to remove Elnith from its body while still aiming to try and pry Reinhardt from its body.

“Sir Ethelred!” Lonan called out, leaping off steblas and drawing his own blade. “We will defeat this beast here and now!” If he had anything to say about Elnith, he didn’t bring it up. “If I can have your assistance once more!”

Through most of this, Grainne was leaning weakly over the ramparts, holding her wounds. She had lost quite a bit of blood, and while she’d probably be fine with medical attention soon she was mostly out of the fight.
In The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
@Waylon@Click This@AzureKnight@Pyromania99@Sniblet@VitaVitaAR


Astreya was quick to engage the demons, being the first to have her boots on the ground and the first to eagerly engage the creatures. Eleanors bullets whizzed past, a few potshots towards the hounds, grazing one and impacting another in the side but it didn’t seem to react aside from a growl, lunging towards the chef turned maid. Nor did Astreya’s buckshot seem to do anything immediately to the lumbering mass.

The bullets pierced its thick, tarry hide, a few dribbles of lava-esque blood spilling onto the ground and quickly cooling as it continued its bulldozed its way through the onslaught, seeming not even registering any hits or pain that it had. Even the rapid fire slugs from Senya’s cannon seemed to do much aside from merely slow it down just enough that it wasn’t fully sprinting by the time it was within range of Polina’s blades, using one of its massive arms as a shield, causing the seven shots bullets from Polina’s arm to embed themselves in its flesh, only one managing to penetrate far enough to bore a hole into its tough hide, another wound leaking molten fire.

It didn’t slow down much as it made its way finally to Polina to engage in Melee, its lumbering arm crashing towards the maid, heat from its body causing one to instantly sweat from the intense, parching heat as it blacked the ground with its mere steps. Bones would be crushed if she was hit, not to mention the burns. Three of the blades would become stuck fast in its tough flesh, if not for the excellent forging and magical reinforcement no doubt the blades would have simply melted. The fourth caused a mere graze upon its flesh.

Unfortunately, things were only going to get worse for the maids, having made such a commotion upon landing.

Senya’s bullets ripped through several of the hounds, the large caliber projectiles cleanly taking chunks and holes out of their flesh temporarily incapacitating them as they’d fall to the ground. This was accompanied by a second salvo from Katherine’s dolls. A line of rifle fire slammed into them, and the halberdiers would find themselves having to deal with several large hounds, three taking to engage them only to be fended off, though none dealt decisive blows.

And the source of that laughter?

Something that would perhaps, make Kat’s little kitty heart pause with potential fright.

”Ahahah~? Oh what is this? Little dolls? Ehehe, well aren’t you so weak looking little things!” The moment the dolls had come around the corner, one would be snatched up by tendrils, tossed into the air…and then completely crushed and swallowed by the appendages. The others would take note of the corpse of a man being dragged along behind it, one of his arms seemingly having been eaten. He was lacking clothes, though.

“So fragile~! Ehehe, oh I’ll break you and you and all of you!”

The figure had now waltzed into the square. A small looking girl dressed in a black robe, standing just barely four feet five. Eight tails extended from just above her butt that seemed to move and have a bit of a life of their own, able to grow to size and be used as both appendages and seeming to be able to morph into mouths. Her pale red eyes alight with some form of perverse delight, and her odd discordant laughter was easily heard now as she’d step into the square, seeing both the maids and the Dolls.

“Ah? Oh, oh look…eheh, little mortals! Little mortals for me to do with as I please!” The voice and her face was completely discordant with what she was saying. Kat could see the remains of one of her dolls in the small things maw before it was quickly swallowed as it’d lock eyes with her. "Hmm, he was getting boring anyways! Why don't you all entertain me instead!” She'd toss the barely alive man aside onto the ground, the eight appendages growing in size, grasping the ground with their maws and flinging herself immediately towards Kat, mouth widely grinning with a predatory, toothy grin.

There was no doubt, this was a High demon! A High demon was present!
In Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Alavaris
Cathedral
@Psyker Landshark@Asuras@Erode@VitaVitaAR@Click This@Pyromania99


Illena acted swiftly. Shadows melded, moved, slithered between the undead horde that was oblivious to her assault. The armored paladin seemed unresponsive as she’d rush it, shadows bursting from the ground in the shape of a hound, fangs of shadow aiming for the armored undeads head.

It would be a surprise at least, that it would move so swiftly.

Just before the fangs would meet its head, the armored humanoid jerked its entire body around, an armored hand grasping at the shadows and with a mighty swing, slammed the shadowy wolf back into the old stone below, its hands lighting up with faint remnants of holy power, completely dissipating the shadows.

This did not stop Aleksiya’s spears, though, as they'd slam into the armor of the paladin. The undead hissed, groaning as one spear pierced its armor and quickly, jerkingly turn towards Aleksiya just in time to see Giselle lashing out with her weapon. With a growl, it'd raise its hands and with fading holy power it'd deflect the blade with its hands, leaving the bloody weapon lightly corroded and the paladins own hands with a deep cut. This was followed by it lunging forwards, attempting to grapple Giselle as it'd reach for her weapon.

Above, Dragan launched himself towards the skeletal giants arm. Warhammer met bone, the force of the impact enough to cause some of the ancient bones to crack, but not enough to completely break the force completely as Dragan would be finding himself being slammed back into the ground, engaged in a small contest of strength as the skeletons' weight bore down on him. Unless he did something, he’d likely be crushed as it’d raise its arm for a second smackdown.

Akyasha’s gorebats nodded, swiftly flying away from the battle. No doubt they would return soon enough, gorged and full of blood and ready for their duty of being either used as sacrificial pawns or aiding the others with small boons of blood. For now though, she’d engage those that had made it to atop the wall. Bloody maces smashing and crushing their bones. With dragan’s wraiths still supporting her, this should quickly make short work of the undead.
In Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



She got a glancing blow all things considered. She had been hoping to at least put it out quickly, but things rarely went as expected on the battlefield. A she'd easily land on her feet, Cecil sighed. She was feeling a bit tired, all things considered, and there was very little need for her at the moment. A brief respite as the battle around her started to otherwise die down was just fine. She had did her job as well as one could expect, so slacking off a bit now was fine.

"...man, this fight was a mess." Cecil grunted to no one in particular.

"A griffin is a mighty fine prize. I am not surprised they didn't wish to miss the opportunity."

Cecil didn't respond to Shael, only planting her bow into the ground and leaning on it, a keen eye mostly keeping out for surprises.


@Raineh Daze

And appreciate their doom was all they could do. The bandits that had engaged Tyaethe were quickly realized that this singular paladin, this little girl, was completely outclassing them in every single way despite their number advantage. The one with the shield watched in terror as the entire thing was simply stopped by a mana fueled fist right to its dent the thick steel of the shield. Felt like his own arm had broken two from the impact.

As Tyaethe's sword came down, he'd brace himself once more against the blow realizing only too late, that was an incredibly bad idea. Dwarven steel and supernatural strength cleaved right through the armor, a deep gash carved onto his chest as his forearm was completely severed. Blood oozed from the wounds, splattering the ground as he'd fall backwards.

And as Jeremiah fell, the remaining bandits, if there had even been any had already decided to cut their losses and choose desertion and flight over facing any sort of justice at the hands of the Roses.
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Pyromania99

“I’ve been tied up this entire time.” Yuisa grunted. “Do I look like I could have escaped?” The former cultist struggled with the ropes, glaring at the demon though she didn’t make any overt hostile moves otherwise. Once the demon had sought to untie her, Yuisa go to her feet, glare not leaving her visage as she’d look down at her chest, grimacing at the sight of the demons seal seared on her flesh.

“...you’ll regret this, demon.” Yuisa hissed. “But I don’t have a choice for now, do I?”

“She’s cute when she’s angry, ahahah!” The demon cackled. “Well, do whatever you want to with her Vammy. We’ll have our fun with her later. Lets see what this so called god wanted us to get from this…prison or whatever.”

Now all she had to do was wait until night, like Iva had said. Yuisa spent the remaining time mostly glaring and scowling, not saying two words even if spoken too unless she had to answer. When it finally came time to depart, Yuisa followed Vammy out of the house, after putting on her robe and mask back on seemingly insistent on at least trying to be unseen by the rest of the villagers.

And so night fell, and the pair made their way to the obelisk. The cold wind blowing in from the sea wasn’t felt by the blood demon, and if Yuisa minded she said nothing as they came upon the old ruins of the Goddess Spear. The black, glassy stone obelisk pierced the night sky, and was positioned just right so that the first of the twin moons would rise behind it. She could feel a faint trace of magical energy coming from the obelisk, but it was old and distant, as though it was coming from elsewhere.

Well, for now they were alone and there didn’t seem to be anything odd here. Yuisa remained silent, though she was still glaring at Vammy.




@ERode


“I’m not singing!” Maira objected instantly.

“And I wouldn’t want her crone voice singing anyways!” The old woman replied, almost just as instantly, the fact she had just described her own voice was lost on her. “Nay, I would much rather play a game of some sort…hm, but what games do you young ones play these days? I certainly don’t know…hmm…”

“Atzi, you’re not helping.” Maira shot Atzi a glare, huffing. “I’m not playing a stupid game. Give it back already!”

“But its not even yours, thief! So its finders keepers now! Or maybe I should just run? Hm…you, big muscled oaf over there, lets make a wager.” A long, thin finger pointed towards Atzi. “There’s a shrine deeper in the forest! Old place, really old. About as old as the land itself, after all it was made by the land itself.” She’d cackle. “Whoever gets there first and retrieves the old deer ornament from it, gets this shiny thing!”

“...that’s a bad idea!” Maira narrowed her eyes. “...Atzi, I don’t like this woman. Something about her isn’t right…”

“Oh dearie me, me not being right? I’m not sure what you mean. I’m just a passing old woman, nothing more, nothing less.”




@Click This@Crusader Lord


“Well, thanks for the help indeed lass.” Eirhild said. She had been tensely holding her hand on her blade hilt through the entire encounter, and was only now relaxing as the group moved through the village, following the Yaga. “Never been this far north ‘fore. Can’t say its a friendly welcome.”

“Something has the Krysa spooked.” A brusque reply the Yaga ignored the snow starting to fall, leading the three towards a small house towards the middle of the village. “Someone trying to attack one of their wisemen or something? I dunno. They blame that merchant that travels through here around this time.” Assuming they followed her, the interior of the cabin was well built, with a number of ornate and decorative carpets hanging on the walls colored in reds, whites, and bright yellows. The Yaga moved to the firepit, warmth quickly crackling to life. Curiously, over the firepit on a shelf above it was what looked like a small shrine to a deity of some sort. A well made wooden fetish, in the shape of a serpent eating its tail.

“Jivka. My sister earlier is Jolča.” She’d lean against the wall near the fire pit, folding her scarred arms across her chest. “She’s still training to be our Elder’s successor, but she still has a lot of pull in the village.”

“That’s nice an’ all, but what was that whole bit about being Emissaries of the death Goddess?” Eirhild asked. “I barely know who that is and all.”

“Never been to these parts before, eh?” Jivka chuckled. “It was a lie, mostly. We know you’re not, but the Death Goddess is a not someone you want to anger. If they waylaid you any further…there was a good chance they might irritate her.” Her mouth curled into a frown. “Jolča says the best way to appease her is to…get rid of the problem. I’ll leave that to your imagination.”




@crimson Paladin


“Oh, Dawn? That little village to the south?” A friendly tone accompanied with a smile. “I’ve heard of that village. A pleasant place, I’ve been told by a number of traders that pass through here.” She’d remain sitting, glancing away from Novak and towards the snowfield that played out in front of them. Gray clouds were starting to move in overhead, signaling soon, snow would fall.

“A bit far for us to care for, though. We have our hands full keeping the yaga in line and dealing with dissidents these days. Styd, so much work these days….cant even have a good drink.” The Krysa officer eyed Novak’s flask with obvious interest. “I don’t suppose you’d let me have a swig, friend? I’m rather parched out here. The Tsarita has me running all over hunting a particular person of interest…well, less hunting and more figuring out how to deal with their refusal of cooperation.”

A simple request…but would he grant it? The shouts of the ratmen in the distance seemed to indicate they found their quarry and were in the process of recovering the basket and the documents.



@Cu Chulainn


Raelzeth watched as Gideon collected soil samples, briefly wondering if he was part mole or something as he’d place the dirt into glass vials. Who on earth had vials specifically for that? Thoughts about how weird that was, was quickly shoved out though as he’d place the samples in her hands and asked a slightly, in her opinion, stupid question.

“What, do you not know how Stone singing works either?” Raelzeth rolled her eyes. “Some smart guy you are. Watch a pro at work!” Raelzeth then took the first vial handed to her, opened it and proceeded to drop the samples into the palm of her hand.

“Aaaa~” Whatever Gideon would think of that would be unheard as the Shadow Elf inhaled, a began quite literally, singing. A high pitched tone as her voice echoed through the forest. The earth in her hands trembled slightly as the pitch lowered, Raelzeth closing her eyes as she seemed to focus on the task at hand. As the pitch lowered, the earth in her hands began to move, just slightly as loose grains of earth began shifting, climbing atop one another and sculpting themselves into a loose pillar.

With a wavering voice, Raelzeth’s singing flowed like water as the earth would move itself back into the vial seemingly of its own accord.

“Ugh, that’s tiring.” Raelzeth complained, huffing as she’d take the second one, and started to repeat the process she had done with the first. Her brow furrowed as some of the pieces of earth didn’t initially move. Little fragments of dull grey colored things. An adjustment in pitch. A slight staccato with abrupt and sudden changes. They too, would soon move.

“Whew…this one,” She’d say, once the soil had been collected back into the vial. “Small amounts of iron in it.” It was the sample from the area of upheaval. “More what’s in normal soil I think, but that’s where the Iron Vein I found was.”

In Echoes of a Moonless Night → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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