SepticGentleman

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

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The Prince is going to invite them to his private quarters

@Hael

invite them to his private quarters

@Hael

his private quarters

@Hael

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

All we need is one more NEST Agent, and we'll have ourselves a Five man Band!

@Mr Allen J

Then we'll decide who must become the fifth wheel.
_{Probably Carl.}

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

There gonna be some kind of meet and greet later on?

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

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7.8/10 too much metahuman

@ToadRopes

Too Many Cooks Meta-Humans.

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

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A compromise then, Planar Scholars are the best at hiding while Mystics are the best at finding, which is the most important part of the game as we all know.

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The first post is definitely not bad, and I'm guessing Familykiller McSilverblade is at least a high ranking member of the Witchhunters if not their leader.

Also in case you wondering about Matuna's speech pattern Trolls have difficulty with words with than one syllable unless they"re speaking their their own language, meaning that he can't pronounce letter, combat, magic, or Far-seeing but can tell you his name.

@Duthguy

"Trollolo see far things. Special likes. Special VERY likes."

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Since there are too many metahumans, I making my character a normal cop.

@The Grey Warden

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

Was pretty ace, bruh.

Anyway with mine up, gonna go ahead with my thousand-year slumber. Gonna be a little busy tomorrow but, I'll be back before long.

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

Umbrix

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The night is long, and dark.
The whispers are twofold.
There is the veil of self and soul.
And then there is the unknown want.

…

Bare, withered, cloven hooves trod along a path wrought with lush, verdant overgrowth. The forest is pleasant but not at all like home. The trees are not thin and black and twisted. The grass is not gray and riddled with puddles of mirroring rainwater. And there is no fog. Does he miss these things? Of course not. But there is no scorn in the lack of homesickness. He merely doesn’t think much of it.

Traveling behind him is a hulking creature, carved from many and fused into one. The meats hang, and the sludge drips slowly. There is no face, and at the same time, there are many. It carries burlap sacks with some of its many arms, full of tools and resources meant for the sickest of things. Its master walks before him, staring straight ahead. In the distance, the antlered figure beholds his destination with his four eyes.

The Tower.

Umbrix approaches the doors with his servant Ernsk in tow. In his mind, he gauges the possibilities of what happens next. The doors open and he is shooed away for being uninvited? Or will they have actually been expecting him? The magics of the outside world didn’t confuse him, but they didn’t impress him either. He’d made it all this way, seeing nothing but mundanity and skepticism along the path. But he pressed onward because he knew, he knew… this is where he would find what he wanted. What he needed.

The hearts are beating.

He raises one of his hands and wraps his spindly fingers into a fist, but he doesn’t knock. One of the doors creaks open and out extends the head of one of the tower’s many servants. He looks up at Umbrix, somewhat taken aback by both the Fenneca and his abominable companion, but he speaks calmly nonetheless.

“We have been expecting you, master… Umbrix, I believe?”

“Mmm.” Umbrix replies, giving the man the first of many wry smiles to come. “There is clairvoyance at work, I see.”

“Many more besides you are expected. You’re actually one of the first to arrive.”

“And you’re aware of my intentions?”

“Not me, no. But Prince Seadus is definitely more knowledgeable of the events that are transpiring. You’ll be able to inquire about the issue with him later, for now… I must show you to your quarters.”

“My quarters.” Umbrix replied, stepping inside with Ernsk following suit. “Of course.”

…

The room is lavish and dotted with ornate furnishings. The colors are all royal. Everything is polished to a shine. And it is all unsatisfactory for the Fenneca as he scans the room, his wry smile gone.

“This room has been selected for you.” The servant said, “You may conduct any renovations you feel necessary to improve your living experience here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to other matters.” And with that, the servant departed.

Umbrix gave the room one last look before he, too, began to walk away from it, issuing one last command to Ernsk before he was gone.

“Fix this.”

The abomination bellowed lowly, entered the room, and shut the door.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

So did the Americans here have a good 4th of July?

@Maxx

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

I am well along with the first post, now. But I would like y'all to give me some input: Would you rather a bloody, violent scene or a sad and mournful one?

@Hael

Neither of those sound like happy times for anyone involved.