Sep

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Goddamnit, Sep! Stop being so spooky!

@Freeshooter92

I'm not being spooky :O

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Wait what?

Where did you get coruscant from?

Bay Five... of the space station...

Pondut space station

In the corporate sector.

Also when you walk in if you wanna reference it the Nightfury is in the bay and she's a black Consular Class Cruiser.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Bay 5 people.

In case you didn't notice.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Tony walked down the ramp. "That's mean, or not even an insult. What kind of range is the Star Destroyer from them? What kind of weaponry are they using?" He flashed a wink to the Weequays. "Don't worry about my friend here, he's a big kidder aren't you Tor?" He gave Tony a pat on the back. "So... take me to your leader." They just turned to a figure wearing robes. Tony turned to his companion. "Oh lord. Please don't let this be a nutbag."

MEANWHILE

Elsewhere on the station everyone who was brought by the mysterious call got sent a simple message via their commlinks, datapads or however they kept track of communications.

Simply read "Bay 5"

Tony and Tor

"I'm not a religious nutbag. That is not a nice way to adresss your Employer, Tony." The man took down his hood. In all he wasn't very imposing. Almost six foot tall, not very broad shouldered. White hair with a well trimmed beard. What got Tony was the green eyes, they seemed to pierce you if you looked into them. Like he wasn't looking at you he was looking into who you were... He was a man who obviously a man who knew what he was doing. "What do you think of my little investment?""You could do better. It's a bit dirty, and a bit broken."

The man merely shrugged. "It's supposed to be, this stations on a hyperspace lane. Eventually the authorities are going to shut it down no matter how much I bribe them. It's expendable.""So, pleasantries aside, what's the job?""I'll tell you that when your teammates get here."

Tony just gave Tor a look of confusion. "Teammates? We don't really need a team."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

"You know, theres something pleasant about not having a nose. I didn't have to smell being attatched to a leg for a start." He looked around. Flowers. "Flowers usually smell nice, there used to be this one that would eat your little toe! Just the little toe mind you it didn't really like anything else. Not your pinky, not your other pinky. Not your thumb or any other toe. Just the little one, what's with that? What are little toes called anyway?" He took a pause, however at that point a shadow went over head, a bird. A big bird, though this one didn't insult them it did seem to be carrying something.

"Hey look. Lady Rocs pulling in her kill-" The figure moved. "-No wait it's still alive. She's pulling it in for the kill. Just hope she doesn't have a man friend back at the nest, that would be a pain in the backside. Though kill the female and the man friend will go away to find a new lady friend. Completely disloyal, no sense of emotional attachment. They probably don't even grieve the barbarians. Though I suppose it's a good thing they don't go on a hunt for revenge-" He tried to turn his head up to view his captors, then realized he couldn't due to the fact that he was missing a neck. "-I did that one and look where I ended up. Anyway you probably want to save that person and get it before you end up with a double team."

The Relics

"I made no demands. Only advisements." A bell tolled three times in the city, this one was different than the one that was used for the tournament. Higher in pitch and the tolls had a good thirty seconds between them. A warning bell for people to head indoors due to a danger within the city. No doubt the lizard beast, few could walk the streets at such a time. "If you leave now, you will likely be killed on sight." One of his Shadows appeared at the door, Kheris turned "I have other matters to attend to. Excuse me." He walked out off the door, closing it behind him. "What is it?""We've found garments and some other possessions at an inn. They're all of Kalesian design and some of the clothes are ripped-" He lifted them up. "Also connected or not there have been reports of missing livestock and dogs going crazy."

"Odd." Kheris ran his hand through some of the clothes. "Very odd. Anything else in relation to this?""No, nothing. Though we've heard about some people complaining about slates falling off rooftops and some kind of shadow, we've not been able to gather anything off the fallen slates as they've shattered." Kheris turned to look at the door. "If I am correct about the name Isiah Markul and the way he's been speaking we don't want to take the risk with this one. Have him escorted out of the building, and then if he makes it out of the city so be it. If he doesn't bring me his relic."

The man bowed as Kheris walked out, flanked by his guards.

It was time to assault the next problem.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Too broken to post right now... first thing tomorrow.

The Relics

Too broken to post, but I shouldn't be holding anyone back anymore.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

"True, but clients that think they're going to be the next lord of the sith and emperor of the Galaxy when they can't even lift a tea-spoon with the Force and then don't pay aren't really clients in my opinion. They're just annoyances that waste everybodies time." With that he left the cockpit before going into his own room, his was smaller as he didn't need the space as the whole ship was his. Besides, his workout was a couple of laps around the ships obstacle course. Which was the ship itself with all the obstacles in all but two corridors. The corridor to the living quarters and the corridor from the bridge to the cargo holds and loading ramp. They were the most important corridors anyway. Everything else was just un-needed space, though it was handy to hide things through several corridors of wires and spare parts.

He donned his blasters, his ankle blaster charged and on stun so it could be pulled in the middle of a fight and be ready to fire and slung his carbine onto its strap and over his shoulder. Then he pulled on his goggles and picked up his datapad. Walking out he swiped the datapad. "There's the schematics on the station including some basic programs to open locked doors. Though that won't let you access secure areas only if they lock us in a regular room and only then unless they've upgraded their software." The ship shook slightly as it lowered itself down onto its legs. "To the roading ramp! You go first. You've got better armour."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: Sep, cause Fallen is boring.

Character name: Arcadius

Age: Unknown

Mageblood type: Lues

Favoured Magic Class: Runework

Previous Magic training: Studied at the college of Aerta,

Race: Originally? Human. Now, he’s missing everything that makes a human human. He’s just a Skeleton.

Appearance:

6”1

Short Bio: Arcadius, who cannot remember his family crest. He fought in the Dark Wars, however he can’t remember what side he fought for completely. He only recalls how he fought and used runic objects to bring death to other people under orders. Before the war broke out he had been a detective and he remembered more of that than he did off anything else, he remembers being trusted with information and secrets and trying to find solutions to things, and he remembers the fight and losing.

He doesn’t remember how he lost he just remembers the pain. Something stabbing through his chest, held by someone he knew and that was the annoying thing. He didn’t even know who this person was let alone how he knew them. They had been important, and he had trusted them. That was all he remembered. The next thing he had woken up in a coffin hearing the sound of dirt being piled on top of him. Above him were strange runes which he had cursed himself for not knowing them even though they were his art. Despite this the coffin must have been bound, meaning that no magic could be used on it or inside of it which was bad for him. He tried shouting, the person on the outside either did not hear him or did not care.

Searching his surroundings he found a cane, touching it had been the biggest mistake he had ever made. The power of the cane infused him with Arcanite and infused his bones with everlasting life, however sadly the power of Duuri didn’t mention the life including his flesh and blood. It was excruciatingly painful for him as his flesh and organs began to burn away from him, like being dipped in acid or being burned slowly. When it passed he could see as if it was light, it was one of the bonuses of not being flesh and bone and not having actual eyes.

Then began his torture, years passed. Or days, or eons. He didn’t know. He just lay there. Occasionally testing out his body. He appeared to always retain his strength despite his lack of muscle or lack of activity for years at a time. What did pain him though was the fact his bones broke easily. Something he had to keep in mind with all the times he became frustrated and tried to assault the coffin, fruitlessly of course. As it was bound it could only be opened from the outside. All he had was the cane. He held it for years at a time, tapping it off the coffin as if pretending to walk, not even weathering the cane down. Though the top decoration began to form a groove in it till it have a grove that perfectly fit his right hand.

Eventually, he didn’t know when he was dug up. Of course no point in shouting if they even spoke the same language as him. He was moved around a lot, he didn’t know why and he got quite cross at none of them for being curious enough to open the lid of the Coffin. It would have been a simple task that enslaved him.

This went on, and on, and on. He merely resided himself to his torture for eternity spent in this box with himself.

Good Attributes:
- Keen detectives eyes.
- Has no muscles - so doesn’t get tired from running etc.
- No lungs so does not run out of breathe from physical activities/being underwater.
- Versed in Martial Arts.
- Good historical knowledge.
- Light does not affect his sight, he can see just as well in the dark as he can in the light.
- Due to nothing present to cushion the impact even though he can’t hit too hard without breaking himself he also does not need to hit as hard to cause pain.

Bad Attributes: - Wise Crack, likes to talk and crack jokes that can seem an annoyance to people.
- Despite his condition he still feels pain as if he had flesh. Set on fire? It'll burn etc.
- Due to his extended… isolation it is likely he will have issues getting to grips with interaction again.
- He can be quick to anger, and if he becomes truly angry he will enter a state where he cannot use magic and has to resort to physical violence.
- He can’t die by normal means(Which is a curse believe it or not).
- He is hard to hide in a crowd.
- He isn’t very stealthy…
- He isn’t up to date on current history since before the war that lead to his death.
- His bones are slightly weakened meaning they can be broken easier than normal.
- In cold weather his bones become more brittle, meaning they break easier.
- Dislocating a bone is just the equivalent of taking it off. Causing extreme pain in the process.

Secret Word: Rebirth, ironic, huh?

The Curse/Blessing:

Basically what it did was preserve his mind and his body, however it didn’t preserve his body properly. Part of the cane that resurrected him was missing, the decorative end had been replaced with something new. Whoever killed him basically didn't like him very much. Wanting to kill him but also wanting to make him suffer, binding the coffin he placed the cane inside knowing at some point he would touch it. The canes decorative jewel on the top which gave it additional power (It had enough residual power for one use after it was removed) was replaced with a new decorative top. This top had runes engraved on it(That he couldn't see and didn't have the ability to read anyway) these runes were designed to rot flesh.

So at the same time the cane tried to revive him it also decayed all off his flesh. The magic bounded him together so it was as if his muscles, voice box and everything else still existed. It is why he can still feel pain. However the fact it does not exist is what gives him the whole "undead" and "dead" aspect. If you stab his heart it will hurt, however it won't actually kill him. Breaking bones are the most damaging you can go, break all of them and he’ll die as he will be nothing.

While the Cane was designed to bring everlasting natural life however for him it brought him back, it was also designed to make a more powerful mage by infusing the mages bone with arcanite. Naturally for Arcadius all it did was allow him to retain some magical control, rather than making him more powerful. He is a living Paradox, the more powerful magic of Duuri kept his soul alive infused within his very bones (technically) while the runes by his enemy rotted everything else away.

He retains magic through the field that holds him together and also through the Arcanite in himself. If he uses to much magic he begins drawing it from the field that holds him together and is the very reason he exists and the bonds that hold everything he is starts to fall apart, and he begins to turn to dust. This dust turning into cannot be reversed, he very slowlyregrows as the magic field has to re-expand to do so. Broken bones heal at a normal rate however. If someone somehow has a way to regrow their own bones it occurs slightly faster at whatever rate they can do it but then his magic tolerance is lower as the field holding him together has to hold everything together but with less available until it manages to replenish itself through him. Of course during this time he cannot cast any magic without risking losing more of himself.

He keeps the cane as a link to his former self however without the power source it cannot be used again to revive anybody and as it was the only object he had he has worn the runes from the top of the cane into a hand groove that fits his skeletal hand perfectly.