Rusalka

The Blood Compact

Ah. Good point.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Do heads or tails on that ^^

@Destinyfailhorror17

Bah! This requires more logical inquiry than just a simple coin toss. Someone, hand me my thinking grenades. <.<

The Blood Compact

XD It's cool. Maybe the charm has no effect on the Purge. Perhaps the visor of their helms blocks their eyes from it or they're so overly pious they're immune to it.

The Blood Compact

Rus, I'm making the assumption the 'glimmer' wasn't the activation of some power, as I checked your CS, and it says nothing about a power linked to this. If it was the use of a power, and I'm simply derping, feel free to correct me, and I will edit.

@thewizardguy

Well it is and isn't a power. It's basically Rebecca's charm, which she used on the mortician earlier. The way it works is she says something, her eyes sparkle indicating a subtle hypnosis, and then her intended targets are swayed.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Hmmhmm...to make another character or not to? That is the question.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Ah I see. I've been binging on MGS3 for the past few hours, and I've got a splitting headache >.<*

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

It's cool. We just need Savi's post and we'll move along.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

It was probably because of the phosphorous I ate.

@chukklehed

Would that happen to be white phosphorus? O.o.

The Blood Compact

What she was expecting were possibly men in kevlar vests and helmets to emerge from the armored war horse, but what a quaint surprise it was to Rebecca to discover men and women...donning gothic-medieval styled plate armor emblazoned with various religious insignias, something akin to what the Knight's Templar would adorn before riding boldly across the Middle Eastern deserts to reclaim the Holy Land from the heathen scourge. A bit taken back she was by the sight, not just the glistening silver of their polished pauldrons and cuirasses, not to mention the blades they wielded so chivalrously and valiant, but feeling a tad under the weather upon her eyes catching...so many damn crosses. If only Wiccans and Satanists hunted vampires. At least the sight of a pentacle wouldn't afflict poor Rebecca with a splitting migraine and a queasy stomach. She glowered her eyes to the paladins, still unsure of who they were, but...knowing well the reason they wore such armor and carried such weapons, such vile, glinting weapons indeed, out on a bloody crusade indeed they were, a violent warpath now carving a grim swath through a backwoods hamlet infested with the undead horrors of Nosferatu. And to think...Rebecca was upon the same path. "Purged?" She spoke rather blunt raising an eyebrow to the words. Crusade? More like an inquisition to the woman...or more to the point religious fanaticism at its finest, making the current menace of Islam more of a tiny itch. "What is this? A publicity stunt? Very avant-garde of you fair knights, but I must return to my office. I have important business ahead of me, so if you would be so kindest to remove this roadblock and allow me and my assistant through. In a split second, a small glimmer past her eyes, and with it, a rather tiny smirk crossing the woman's lush, ruby lips. Meanwhile, Camille sat in the car patiently, waiting for her mistress to return and seeing if...whoever these people were would let them through to the town. She leaned back in her seat, humming quietly to herself a little melody she made up on the spot, lightly kicking her toes against the bottom of the glove compartment, but then...she paused, her eyes flickering towards her right side. Hmm? W-what was that? Was she seeing things? Camille, she was sure she saw something...just now...in the woods, a figure..cloaked, hooded, shrouded in the deep, opaque shadows of the forest, only the soft ray of moonlight betraying his position, faintly giving away a man-shaped silhouette, but yet...there was something in his hand...something gleaming...something...bladelike. A sword?

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

And I'm back. Sorry peeps. I had a doctor's appointment this morning because my throat felt like I swallowed a jar of rusty nails and was redder than a baboon's ass <.< Plus I couldn't breathe.