Saarebas

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

"The only thing I need from you is the time I should pick you up for dinner, my oh so lovely butterfly." Azavarn said in his suave tone, a sly smirk placed upon his lips. His crimson eyes scanned over his insectoid ally as he let out a slight chuckle, before he turned his attention to the man that was added to his herd of ill gotten 'goods'. His gaze fell upon a young girl who whimpering softly into the bosom of her mother. "You should do nicely." He said before he snapped his fingers and the shackles that bound the girl to her mother vanished and were replaced with a new set that connected to the pair that were now on Clotho's pet alchemist. The demonic man looked out over what was once a village, now being little more than a oversized bonfire. He admired his comrades efforts as much as he could, observing the unique brand of destruction and mayhem each one wrought upon the innocent villagers. "You have to admire their enthusiasm. Like children at play, so much energy and potential, yet no real direction." He spoke half to himself and half to the so called bug queen. "They could use a bit more finesse if you ask me. Though who am I to talk? I after all don't use geyser of worms now do I?" He said with a devilish chuckle.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Why does everyone seem to think that she is charging up some sort of magical nuke?

@KabenSaal

Well there is this little thing in her CS power listing

The second is a wide spread attack that causes an extremely hot fire to voraciously spread through the surrounding area, engulfing a small village in moments.

Soooo yeah everyone should run. Well everyone except Torrens, he should stay

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Sorry I was gone all day guys, had to go down town and handle bunch of stuff concerning my birth certificate. Anywho does anyone mind catching me up?

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Holy hell in a hand basket! You guys post fast XD What have I missed?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

"What the hell is happening!" "Where did they come from?!" "Is this the end of the world!?" "Why have the gods forsaken us!?" These were the hushed whispers that filled the air of the town's windmill. Apparently a good deal of the village's population, maybe two dozen families or more, had decided to take refuge in the large stone structure after the raid had began. They had managed to construct a makeshift barricade for the door out of what seemed to be whatever they found in the mill, random pieces of loose wood, heavy sacks of grain, etc. About five men were pressed up against the barricade for good measure. The fear and silent panic was so thick in the air of that room one could practically cut it with a knife. "Mommy, a-are we going to be okay?" A young girl, who couldn't of been more than nine years old, asked the question that was on everybody's mind, but were too scared to ask.

"Well that would all depend on your definition of okay, sweetheart." A disturbingly calm voice answered from seemingly no where. With a gasp the occupants of the makeshift shelter looked up to find the sight of a crimson haired gentleman nonchalantly sitting among the rafters. "Though by mine that would be a unmistakable no." He said with a light hearted chuckle, causing more of a stir among the villagers.

"W-Who are you?" A older looking fellow said as he stepped forward among the group, a woman that must of been around the man's age standing close behind him. "Oh my name isn't all that important. What is however is the fact that I am offering you lucky folks salvation from the brutal death that awaits you all out side of the windmill." The deathly pale man said with a sly smile. A moment later the man vanished before reappearing in front of the crowd. "As you all can tell things are not going so well for your neighbors outside." He said, just in time for the sound of some poor soul to call out a blood curdling death screech.

The mass of people all herded together, more than a bit wary of the randomly appearing fellow. "What... how could you help us?" The same older man from before asked, prompting a chuckle out of the dark clothes cladded gentleman. "Well despite what you might think of my less than impressive appearance I am actually a quite powerful being." The red head said as he took a step forward. "I can guarantee that each and everyone of you will not only survive this day, but will go onto live meaningful productive lives." He said with another step. "All it will take is a simple deal."

"What deal?" The elderly man asked, holding the woman, who was behind him before, close to him. "Oh it is nothing really, I just want one little thing from each of you.." Just then the booming voice that just dripped evil rang out demanding the surrender of each and every villager in the town. "Ohhh he defiantly doesn't sound happy." The man said with a chuckle before looking back the crowd, who were now all at a even higher level of panic. "We will take the deal!" The elderly man snapped quickly, a look of pure desperation in his eyes. "Perfect." The fiery haired man said before snapping his fingers.

It wasn't even a moment later that the crowd was out of the village and in the woods. The celebration that fallowed was quickly cut short by the realization that they were all shackled together. "What- WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" The old man bellowed, looking at the red haired man in pure rage. "Oh it is just part of the deal, you all won't die in the village attack and get to live long productive lives... as prisoners, servants, test subjects, and whatever else me and my associates may need. Oh and just to give you a heads up, I may kind of own your souls." The man said with a chuckle. The crowed looked upon him in horror. "Y-You. Monster!" The old man yelled, only to get a smirk as a response. "Actually you mean demon, now shall we be off? The cave holding cells are calling and all."

As the group all argued and raged the red haired man simply chuckled and shook his head. "Almost too easy." He said as he began to lead the group. As lack luster as this may have seemed compared to the destruction of village, the capturing of so many live people was a perfect use of a demon's skills, even more so if that demon is one Azavarn, lord of the deal.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Ballocks, there goes that post

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Wholly cracker jack that is a lot of posts! I really want to post, but I am on a schedule at the moment so I can't read through all of them right now. Can someone tell me if anyone attacked the blacksmith yet, it is related to my post

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Dawn let out another playful chuckle in response to Margarita's inquiry about their driving style. "Oh I have nothing but concern for the well beings of others milady." They said with a little wink to the Nosferatu who was currently sinking herself deeper and deeper into her seat. As they continued to weave in and out of the nighttime traffic Dawn would allow an occasional glance to the rearview mirror to insure that the golden-haired Toreador was still fallowing them. "Good to see this one is more than just looks..." They mumbled to themselves as they spotted the pretty boy's car. With their same sly smirk Dawn increased their speed, no point of dragging this out.

It wasn't long until they had made it back to the inner circle of the city and back to their humble sanctuary. Dawn pulled into a side ally and parked their car. "As I assured milady we have made it here in one peace." They said with a chuckle before exiting the car. They then waved down the car filled with his fellow Kindred and waited for them to park and exit the vehicle before continuing. "You all must forgive me if I seem a bit excited, I oh so love to entertain guests." Dawn said as they began to lead the group to a locked door in the ally. They then quickly produced a key and unlocked the door, holding it open for the group. "After you all, I insist."

After entering the group would come to a set of stairs that would lead down for a short time before opening up to a rather large living room. The whole place had a rather modern feeling to it. With its pristine white carpet that and spotless walls of the same color one couldn't be blamed for doubting that this was indeed the haven of a Tzimisce. The room was quite decorated, varies paintings and statues dotted the place. Their was a black polaris couch situated in front of a short coffee table. A large plasma T.V. hung on the wall above a fire place. If anyone in the group would care to look they would find two ways, aside from the way they just entered, to exit the room. One was another staircase, this one leading up to Dawn's art studio, while the other was a hallway that lead to the bed rooms.

Turning to the rest of the group Dawn smiled, holding out their hands in a welcoming manor. "Welcome to my little slice of the city." They said in a rather unnerving warm tone. There are three guest bedrooms down that hallway, along with my master bedroom though I am more than willing to allow one of you to make use of it for the time being." Dawn said, their eyes scanning over everyone. Please do make yourself at home.

Champions of Thedas - Dragon Age RP

Paxton let out a slight chuckle as the group's residential Dwarven tinkerer stepped forward, volunteered as the first to scout out the entrance, and then proceeded to make quite the spectacle of activating what appeared to be some sort of mechanical torch. "As much confidence I have in you 'Etta, I think I would like to head down there." He said before continuing in his nicest tone possible. "Not that I doubt your skills in the slightest, just that... things tend to explode around you and we all know that something exploding in the Deep Roads won't be the best for us right now." He said, holding his hands up in a passive manor as to show he was trying to be as gentle as possible.

He then looked to Sasha, who was at his side. "You stay here girl, make sure to guard the cart." He said to the crimson furred animal, petting her head gently. Stepping forward and tuning his attention back the more than excitable dwarf. "At least allow me to accompany you down there to you know, keep any Darkspawn from turning you into a bit sized snack." He said with a slight chuckle.

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

"Uh I don't know about you, but I am not a cow so I don't eat grass." Donovan said to the girl that seemed to have formed some sort of relationship with the ground. "But you by all means eat as much grass as you want." He said with a smirk before looking back to the consolers. "You two. Food. My Belly. Now."