Terminal

No More Heroes

I am under the impression I have to rethink my character concept. They were going to be an engineer/mad inventory Supervillain, whose ability would have let them synthesize exotic chemical compounds and fabricate powered armor. In the interest of not obviating the other characters, I am going to take a moment and retool.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Collab post by @Dusty and I coming in a little bit.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

@Terminal I was away over the weekend, but now that I have returned would you be up to start that collab?

@Dusty

I would, and I have a pretty open schedule. When would you be up to start it?

No More Heroes: Supervillain RP

Noted. Interested, will try and have a character profile for you by tonight.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Working on my next post, then.

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Oddur can go watching from the distance because he'll be completely useless

@Fetzen

Hexes =/= Hymns and Nameless Works. Surely he knows some kind of art that will be helpful here?

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛.

No sooner had Vicar Lucille's excoriated husk tumbled down amongst the humbled altar with a wet thud than a javelin screamed through the air and tore into the Pallid Beast's chest. As large as the hulking, lupine fiend was, it recoiled with a draconian howl at the massive projectile burrowed betwixt its flesh like a workman's nail.

"Empty, callous caitiff - the only graver folly made than to seek violence in this sacred hall against us was whatever fall you suffered to lead you into the dark clasp of the adversary." The Questor pulled another javelin from Amaign's preferred bolt before the boy then scurried away, seeking shelter from the coming battle. The Questor's armor was only lightly dappled with a scant few drops of the Vicar's blood, despite her having advaced to the forefront of the assembled group upon the creature's reveal, but a long ribbon of crimson had splashed itself across her face and the side of her autumn hair, just beneath her stern eyes. "Make peace with thy demons, your reproof is nigh!" Levia's words chopped through the word like a whip as she shouted scorn at the creature. Extending her partisan to point at the Pallid Beast, she began to charge straight at it, seemingly undaunted by its stature.

"Victory is preordained!" She cried triumphantly as she sprinted directly at the creature. Seething at the charging Seeker, the Pallid Beast raised its wicked clawed left hand and slammed it down - only for the Questor to dash to the side with surprising nimbleness, the Seeker's long hair trailing through the air behind her like a billowing cape as she stabbed down at the creature's hand with her partisan, impaling the beast's left hand and driving the weapon deep into the stone floor of the monastery beneath - the injury itself seemed almost bloodless, the creature's parted flesh the only evidence of injury about it. The Pallid Beast, howling with rancor, awkwardly extended its right arm to slash at the knight, but Levia abandoned her partisan, her grip slackening as she backed away and began to heft her second javelin outside of the beast's now hindered reach.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

Working on my next post in the monastery, then.

@Dusty, as Poet said, time and space are rather treacherous here. Feel free to carry on with our prior scene, although it may serve our purposes to collab their (brief) escape from the forest and conversation/arrival at the monastery so that we can catch up with outselves.

No More Heroes: Supervillain RP

Will the OOC be posted in the Advanced or Casual subforum?

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

“Might we join thee fellow Seeker, to combine our forces and improve upon our chances in surviving this bitter twilight? Dare I presume to know thy destination? We hath sought in vain to find the Vicar and her monastery, and I ask doth thy presence here also be by her summons?”

“Better the reign in Hell.”

Corbic & Nimson

"...Than to serve in heaven." The knight replied in the same feminine voice. Now that they were closer, it was much clearer that the figure was, indeed, a woman, even if still but only for the intonation of her voice from beneath her armet. Although she had raised the starlit blade of her partisan away from the pair, the tip was notably still tilted ever-so-faintly to the side so that to approach her, one would have to stand directly underneath the blade. Her squire, as well, was viewing the both of them with unmasked suspicion. "Indeed, we traverse this fetid maze for that very purpose, good Seeker. Quickly, though. The dead do not rest, we should press on to the mountains where we might converse more safely."

“Thy fire hath brought man, women, and horse from every corner of this decadent forest. Might we see an Arabian sultan, or gilded elves arrive next?”

Nimson

"Speak not of the Fair Folk, fool!" The young man serving as the Questor's squire hissed. "As many of us are here, they might well be summoned! We cannot remain within this morass any longer, we must flee!"

"No." The Questor said simply, crossing her offhand - still bearing a javelin in it - across the Squire's chest so as to halt his efforts to begin trudging through the mud once more. "As I did strike down this path to save our fellow Seeker, we cannot in good conscious abandon our fellow comrades in arms, come to our aid as they have. We must-"

"Those be no Seekers, ye zealous heel!" The young man seethed at her. "You think just because they have come this way that they are also of the light? They could be servitors of the adversary, forewarned of our destination by some wayward agent! Even if not, they can damned well fight their own way out of their mess! We must press on!"

The knight paused for a moment as his words struck upon her. "...Surely there must be a Seeker amongst them..." She said slowly, although it was clear her squire's own suspicion had poisoned her thoughts. "What sayeth you, good Seeker?" She inquired of Corbic and Nimson, the visor of her armet clinking as she turned to face the both of them. As she spoke, she almost nonchalantly raised the javelin in her off hand, twisting it off and to the side to indicate three more of the Decayed encroaching upon the circle of light the four stood within.

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

I will see about getting another post up soon. It may not be today, but it shall be by (early) tomorrow if the former is not possible.