SpookySquid

Harrowmounts Plight

Diego hopped on the horse, far from surprised that he had easily fooled the stable boy. He even started to gallop towards the castle, only to change his route and leave the place where he had grown up. As luck would have it, he was going directly towards the well, which was on the route to the large city where he planned to go to. He couldn't wait to get out of this place! Things were getting crazy here, and change back to the way things were seemed to be a distant possibility.
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Dozens of the bees perished after being hit by the blue blast, and more slowed. But it was almost insignificant. Seconds later, they formed five massive groups. One group attacked Karasuma and one stayed back to defend Bakka. The other three, somewhat smaller groups targeted each of the different enemies, Feon, Artholath, and the mafia boss. Bakka scratched himself vigorously as he pulled a sturdy wooden sword from his hilt and approached Karasuma. She had to be the queen, the hive. Something was leading. Always was. That was how things worked for Bakka. Always a leader, always followers, and he was a leader, and the bees were his followers. The hive mind.

Harrowmounts Plight

Sorry, have a big test 2morrow, using phone now, I'll post something for Bakka.

Possible Dungeons and Dragons Every Saturday(Could expand) Night with dedicated DM's and players?

@monstrousman erm... you there...?

Harrowmounts Plight

Diego almost skipped out of the castle. Holy cow! That was a lot of gold! Suddenly, another one of Diego's plans formed in his head. He ran to the stable.

He walked over and spotted the stable boy, a young, gullible lad. Diego broke into a sprint. "Boy! Listen! There has been a massacre! I need a horse to alert the king! He must know as soon as possible!" He then gave the boy a few additional details, just to prove the massacre had really happened.

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Bakka was glad the knife had hit, Zane would be pleased. Bakka knew if Zane had to pick his one hundred favorite experiments, he would be one of them (quite the honor considering Zane had created so many different beings). He now sent part of himself after the trio. Enough bees to blot out the sun. He scratched his leg. The bees did make him itchy. It was nice to have so many leave. He approached the enemy and produced a short sword produced out of a strange wood that was as strong as metal. Then the bees and the hive approached the enemy.

Harrowmounts Plight

Took control of a special magical experiment to make things interesting. Good luck!

Harrowmounts Plight

Diego bowed to the king and then quickly began telling the old king what he knew about the massacre. what he knew about the massacre. He told him about the dying guard that he had talked to. He did his best to exaggerate the importance of the event, but it wasn't really necessary; the event was horrifying enough without Diego's description.

Oh boy! thought Diego I'll have a stack of gold in no time!

Bakka itched his ear feverishly as he unsheathed his knife. The two intruders were surprisingly powerful. But he knew that there must be someone leading them. He looked around an saw the ghost. Always a queen. Always. Bakka was his own queen. He was the hive. Bakka was a walking, breathing, living bee hive. The bees flew around, in and out of him. They were him. He was them. He needed no teeth. He didn't need to eat. They made the food for him, the drink for him, and he sheltered them.

Bakka looked at the ghost and flung the knife with deadly precision...

Harrowmounts Plight

Arena I'm waiting for the king to finish talking to people

Possible Dungeons and Dragons Every Saturday(Could expand) Night with dedicated DM's and players?

I'm interested, and having it on a certain day would be fantastic for me to commit to. I would be interested to know if it was on skype or not, however

@The Fated Fallen

^My thoughts exactly^

Protea - The Ebon Flow

@lugubrious

The new character is done! If he's approved he's going to start creepily stalking the newcomers.

As a side note, after tomorrow, I don't think I'll be posting much until Monday afternoon.

Protea - The Ebon Flow

Name: Kyle Edward Parkers (now Kep)
Sex: Male
Age: 42
Race: Parili
Affinity: Fabrico
Personality: A Kleptomaniac that lives in the sewers of Ebb, and has a shrieking voice much like Gollum's from Lord of the Rings. He is generally mistrusting of all strangers that aren't parili, but is blindingly trustworthy to parili. It is worth noting that he has almost no sense of humor. Citizens of Ebb know him well, but many remember him not as a cursed man, but a monster.
Greatest Love: oddities and artifacts, magical or not.
Motivation: Cure himself
Fighting Style: Kep uses "the box." The box is a wooden chest that has a strap so it can be thrown over one's shoulder. Twenty times per month, the box can be opened and something will fly out of it. What sort of things? The possibilities are endless. Knives, pidgeons, gardening tools, roast beef sandwiches, you name it, it could come out of the box, however it is impossible to know what could be produced from the magical dimension. If Kep cant' use the projectile function of the box, he will either hit you with one of the interesting rocks that he has found, or just wrestle you. Kep can't take a hit, the dryer patches of his skin bruise easily, but he still can dodge around easily because of the more wet parts of his skin.
Because of his skin, Kep has a strong grip and can climb and grasp onto walls, to sneak up on attackers. He also very good at strangling people, as they struggle to release themselves in his grasp.
Kep used to know a few spells, but he has forgotten all of them.
Bio: Kep grew up in Ebb and, except for his skin, he lived a normal life and married an owl parili. However, his skin needed water, and despite the dampness of Ebb, his skin dried to quickly. He became dry and itchy, and his skin peeled off painfully. Eventually, it became painful, and he decided that he couldn't stand to be this way anymore. He decided that if injected DNA that was not his own into himself, he would no longer be so dry all the time. He used his wife's DNA, and he suffered from terrible results. First of all, he began to grow feathers on certain parts of his body. Next, he became even more like a salamander as he contracted Diparitis. He realized that he couldn' t live like this anymore, and to his wife's dismay, he left to go live in the sewers. The only thing he took with him was his research equipment and his collection of artifacts and oddities. His skin has since become better now that his skin is constantly exposed to the depths. It hurt for Kep to talk, so he never spoke to anyone during the past ten years he has spent in the sewers. His vocabulary is now very limited, and he has become a complete wreck who only cares about the cure and his artifacts. Sadly he has all but forgotten his wife.
Appearance: Kep looks like a giant orange salamander that walks on two legs. Kep also has large patches of his skin are so dry that they are white and will peel sometimes peel or fall off. He has a few light brown feathers on his chest, leg, and back. He is skinny and walks with a hunch.