supertinyking

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

From the depths of hatred, depression, envy, guilt, self hatred, and the other scum and filth of many a world, something begins to stir. The sea of black ooze like rot churns, as the stench of a thousand rotting dreams brings bile into the mouth of anything near by, which is nothing, for the only thing near by is dead. The twisting and turning mass of all things hated and unwanted, dead and rotten, evil and despised begins to cause groans and moans from the foul pit to lift into the air of the perfect world above. Bones gather, rotten food breaks down, aged eye balls and bits of brain and skin float towards what ever is forming in this land of evil. Slowly, painfully, a figure forms. Blood curdling screams splits the world above, bringing death and pain back to a world which had tried to lock it away underground. Soil pulled apart, people fell into the slime, only for the sheer disgusting nature of the goo to cause them to wilt and rot, a slow painful death. Their flesh and organs gather to this mass of life, unwanted, un-loved in the world of which birthed it. A wail, like a baby newly born, mixed with a monster's last pained death shriek gurgled from the sludge.

"It...lives!" A voice screams, dark, deep, and menacing

The figure, the creator of such a rotten, putrid, and disgusting thing walked across the sea of concentrated pain, loss, and suffering, only to pluck a new born monster from the deep slime. A simple mass of dark grey slime, no visible feature, the creation of such a monsters could be felt by anything which served a divine power. They would feel a wrenching of their stomach, and a nausea. The pool of sheer disgusting mass welled up, and swallowed the world that was so determined to keep it down, like bile rising in their throats, only to choke them all into a sea of eternal death.

The dark one is born.....but now this lump of clay is in the hands of fate....

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The freak king has returned!

Name: The dark one.
Look: A blob of dark slime for now, but will change.
Powers: None, but its affinity for darkness may lead it to having some interesting powers....
Bio: Created by a world's attempt to drain all their woes down into the underworld, to make a utopia....this is the poor creature created from their attempts...but just a moldable creature now, what will its future hold for this creature? Will hate and anger poison it, or will kindness from some source help break the mold? only time will tell.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

kishin asura said
"So there is a curse." I remark

"Yes, this weapon has been sought by a legion of dark priests, who's powers are above that of any mage I've seen, maybe except your friend over there...their most powerful member, who's name is to dreaded to even say....I shiver to think of the mayhem that would happen if he got this ax." The knight says, shaking at the mention of the "One."

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kishin asura said
".....sure." I say "what's the catch?"

"You've got to fight me for it....I am no longer strong enough to protect the blade...so which ever one of you is the strongest will have the honor.....and the curse, should you accept it." The knight says, standing.

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double post.

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Guys.....I just sorta kicked the hornets nest...and the vampire's should of heard that explosion...hehehe.

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ayzrules said
-Alex-He stiffened upon hearing the slightly slurred voice bellowing up from the tree. Craning his neck, Alex squinted into the shadows of the branches, trying to locate the source of the voice. Though he couldn't see much, he could hear the man-at least, the speaker sounded relatively male, and a bit drunk at that. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, and Alex could not discern what he was saying. Swallowing hard, his mouth suddenly as dry as a desert, Alex replied challengingly, "What is it to you?". Alex stood up, and scrabbled around the underbrush for something to use as a weapon if the need arose. Coming up with nothing but a sharp stick, he gave up and instead looked up into the darkness, again attempting to pinpoint the man's location. This time, he could just barely make out the shape of his form crouched in the dying leaves of the tree and the branches.

"Simple. If you're a vampire, I mean you no harm. I'm not some hunter.....and if you are a hunter, I ask you this.......when a man defends a turned loved one...... how do you have the right, to kill them before their eyes....." The man growls, before a spark can be seen in the dead leaves....setting the tree alight. Quickly throwing the lit fused bottle to the ground, a thick choking cloud of ash, cow dung, and soap, stinging the eyes and clogging the throat, as the mad bomber dashes away, as fast as he can manage.

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"Hmm......." The chicken knight appears to be deep in thought over something.

"How would you all like a shot at power beyond your wildest dreams?"

He speaks these words with a rather serious, yet...with an underlying mischievous tone.

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Wraithblade6 said
If you guys want to find Mithias, now is a good time. Otherwise, you could chase the alchemist vampire madman or go help the hunters.

*Human madman

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ayzrules said
-Alex-Alex narrowed his eyes as he watched the flames, feeling an intense anger boil under the surface. Beside him, the carriage driver seemed a bit anxious, and the other hunters were either panicking or as calm as ever. Seeing as no one was paying any attention to him, Alex slipped away from the group, unnoticed. He seethed silently, determined to find the vampire that decided it'd be to light the manor on fire. Though he had kept on a mask of nonchalance back inside the mansion, in reality, Alex was a major hothead-but he would never admit it, always calling Margaret the one with a temper (which was true).He'd tried to make a good first impression on the Kingsleys, but that could all go to hell when there was a vampire on the loose somewhere out there. He moved swiftly through the underbrush, making his way back to the path before continuing along the edge of it, with one foot in the forestry and one foot on the beaten down dirt. Alex knew he wasn't a very quiet person, but hopefully, with all the commotion, the vampire wouldn't be too quick to notice Alex coming up upon him. He had no weapons, but that was fine. He could improvise, or use his bare hands.Alex was so overly confident about taking on a vampire for the first time outside of London that he didn't notice the rustling up on the tree above him. When he finally notice it, he was already far, far away from the flames. It was considerably smaller in the distance than it was up close. Alex doubted that any of the hunters who had evacuated knew of his absence. He was on his own, and the very idea of it was thrilling.As he slowly turned around, Alex's heartbeat began to quicken. With fear, or anticipation, he did not know. He peered into the shadows of the foliage, but everything was still. Frowning, Alex looked for a way to climb up the trunk of the tree, but he found none. He exhaled slowly, so as not to draw the attention of the vampire that could potentially be hiding there, and settled down to wait for day. After all, the vampire had to come down sometime, and it had to be before the sun was up.

"...shit...one of them is down there, waitin for me.......hmm." Ledge pondered, watching the man. He had managed to get up this tree via a pair of hooks, but he knew he would indeed, have to come down at some point....but not at the break of dawn like the other man thought.
"Oi, you a hunter or a vampire?" He bellows, his voice rather deep, and with a slight tinge of drunkenness....well, more then a slight twinge. As he talked, he was pouring different powders into another flask, hoping to make something he had before, but didn't always work. "A pinch of sulfur, a bit of chimney soot, possibly some flaked tar, cow shit core...what else did I put into these blasted smoke bombs....ahh, right, flint and a lot of steel shavings....bloody hell, I ran out of flint!...this is rather bad...." He mutters to himself, quietly, but not overly quiet. The hunter might catch some of his rambling, but not much.