Roll for Me: 11
Roll for Zombie: 14
The undead manage to avoid the attack I take it?
Roll for Zombie: 14
The undead manage to avoid the attack I take it?
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Ill take a large diabetes no ice, hyperlipidemia with extra cheese, and a fresh batch of large hypertension with three ketchup packets please.
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Ill take a large diabetes no ice, hyperlipidemia with extra cheese, and a fresh batch of large hypertension with three ketchup packets please.
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A scantron exam, but the answer is always C. Just C. Always C. Not a single A, B, D, or E. All answers are C. The statistical improbability is diabolical!
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By default the Jimmy Buffet Bard is on a quest for a Salt Shaker after losing it after a black-out night of booze, sponge cake, carousing, and women with his only hint tattooed on his chest...
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I'm not a doctor but I do play one in RP. Got an itch to scratch? Try Hyrdocortisone 1% with aloe, vitamin E, and medicated Zinc oxide plus calamine cream..
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Where else would you keep a diamond-powered tactical ASSAULT super suit?
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All things as it was,
And all things they were.
Floating in the void.
The elder eye Unblinking.
"As it shall be, Creator. All petals will wilt and the fruit be bitten. The seeds passed. One Cycle ends as a New Chapter Begins. A New Book to be written by whom?"
So with this did X leave the presence of the One to rejoin the other Gods. A champion perhaps he would need, one to gather up the secrets of the universe and return them to him. For surely the Fallen will attempt to use knowledge once more to kill the Gods. As a pawn to the forces which were. He had always suspected they existed, the whispers of the unmade, the horrors which should not be. They were written in his book, and upon the house at the Edge, dead elders wait dreaming. The black moths have found his book and already began their exploration into its secrets. The most interesting of all the forbidden books... But for now he shall wait for a worthy prayer, a mortal who would devote themselves to learning the secrets and keeping the mysteries of the universe.
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"Is that all there is?" A ravenous voice rang out.
A massacre remained of the small town, as the warm bodies littered the streets. Faces frozen in terror and shock, fleeing in panic. Necks slashed, bloody bodies bore brutal bruises and flesh cut to bleed out. Nothing was spared, no mercy was given: Men, Women, Children, and Animals. Everything joined the blood bath as their corpses soaked the wet earth. Unsettling, but peaceful as the quiet red death. And so it was, like a plague, moving from Hamlet to Village, the picturesque horror as stones were wet with blood. Only to be dried by the time a traveler could report the sudden destruction of an entire town. And by that time, another settlement was offered to Sekaulla.
Atop his pile of bodies, the guardsmen and local magistrate among them, did Dyleon sit upon the macabre seat. He licked the blood off his lips, the lack of a manic smile or clear evidence of insanity made the act that much more unsettling as the man just slaughtered the entire town without a second thought. No, his madness was devotion, a tribute to his Goddess, a field of fallen corpses and the blood tithe to follow.
"For you Sekaulla. My Goddess, my love..." Dyleon kneel before his companion, a large bloody dire wolf. To which from Dearg he received a few encouraging licks to his blood-covered face. A taste of tang and salt, bathed in the blood of many a fallen.
The blood covered the warrior's body, his armor, his weapons, slick with the fluid of life as he soaked it in and exchanged old blood for new. Open wounds sealed with drying blood, flesh regeneration boosted by the ample about of blood-food available from the eradiation of this village. So the cycle would continue on, just as those mortals would place their offerings to gain the favour of the gods...
So too would Dyleon offer blood for his Goddess.
I'll post tomorrow. Just shove it down his throat :P
"But all the surely the select biological vectors and magical agents alone would make it infectious!"
Never have a scientist as a doctor <_>
Never have a scientist as a doctor <_>
Well the only person that can do that I think is Robert and/or R'Lyeh.
"Hrm... It appears his condition is worsening. However I would first like to observe if this zombisim is infectious or not, so perhaps I shall wait a moment longer to see if Wasskal develops symptoms..."
"Hrm... It appears his condition is worsening. However I would first like to observe if this zombisim is infectious or not, so perhaps I shall wait a moment longer to see if Wasskal develops symptoms..."
Oh right. That I do.
Karmatically I rolled a 6.
I guess I had no initiative to roll for it so.... Hence low.
That and Riley's far too busy observing these Zombie goblins to really destroy them.
Karmatically I rolled a 6.
I guess I had no initiative to roll for it so.... Hence low.
That and Riley's far too busy observing these Zombie goblins to really destroy them.
Well then I guess there will be only off screen killing.
A flash of red.
Blood and agony.
In the Darkest darkness of the night.
But the wolf stalks its quarry.
A force grabbed Mithias by the shoulder dragging him into the dark abyss. His limb would be torn off had there not been a moving force behind him as well. He would feel the wind in his hair, rushing by the stagnant air as his form was pushed by another to a distance away. The dark void spewing over the blackness as it rose through the air once more. The moon darkened beneath the veil, and Kilo Point began to dim once more as the unnatural darkness prevailed itself. "I had thought you would last longer than that, don't tell me you've gone soft on these humans again..."
A chuckle, as the came to a stop, perhaps the sudden change in momentum would cause Mithias to hurl whatever it was he had earlier for a meal. It was not very often one came in from Mach speeds to a stop. It might have just killed him. But being a vampire, surely he'd survive. After all, the scent of his blood called out to Bedivere as the wolf watched his protégé get trounced by mere mortals. A drop of a familiar liquid was anointed over his body, as the wounds would begin to close. "I seem to be using this stuff far too much on you my boy. Next time, I'll have to let you recover the slow and painful way to teach you a lesson worth living through."
"But now that we have lost the element of surprise, I dare say we must continue our assault. And I can't have you dying on me before our first fight together brother." The darkness rising, the moonlight and starlight now disappeared from the heavens. No light would come down from the cosmos upon Kilo Point, and all lights of Mortal men would be swallowed by the black ink before them. "Remember your training. Fear not the night, embrace the darkness. Smell their blood, their fear, and their weakness. Release your inhibitions and let your instincts guide you. May your blade find its way into a scabbard of flesh. Come Mithias, tonight we paint this town a new shade of Red."
With his umbrella in one hand and Briefcase in the other, taking a Casual Stroll Bedivere approached the Town in human form, regressing his years with the steps he took. Peeling back the clock and gaining his younger appearance, Bedivere smiled into the night. Out of the corner of his eye, Mithias could see the poor homeless man looked far too pale. Slumped over even. Oh wait, he was dead.
Blood and agony.
In the Darkest darkness of the night.
But the wolf stalks its quarry.
A force grabbed Mithias by the shoulder dragging him into the dark abyss. His limb would be torn off had there not been a moving force behind him as well. He would feel the wind in his hair, rushing by the stagnant air as his form was pushed by another to a distance away. The dark void spewing over the blackness as it rose through the air once more. The moon darkened beneath the veil, and Kilo Point began to dim once more as the unnatural darkness prevailed itself. "I had thought you would last longer than that, don't tell me you've gone soft on these humans again..."
A chuckle, as the came to a stop, perhaps the sudden change in momentum would cause Mithias to hurl whatever it was he had earlier for a meal. It was not very often one came in from Mach speeds to a stop. It might have just killed him. But being a vampire, surely he'd survive. After all, the scent of his blood called out to Bedivere as the wolf watched his protégé get trounced by mere mortals. A drop of a familiar liquid was anointed over his body, as the wounds would begin to close. "I seem to be using this stuff far too much on you my boy. Next time, I'll have to let you recover the slow and painful way to teach you a lesson worth living through."
"But now that we have lost the element of surprise, I dare say we must continue our assault. And I can't have you dying on me before our first fight together brother." The darkness rising, the moonlight and starlight now disappeared from the heavens. No light would come down from the cosmos upon Kilo Point, and all lights of Mortal men would be swallowed by the black ink before them. "Remember your training. Fear not the night, embrace the darkness. Smell their blood, their fear, and their weakness. Release your inhibitions and let your instincts guide you. May your blade find its way into a scabbard of flesh. Come Mithias, tonight we paint this town a new shade of Red."
With his umbrella in one hand and Briefcase in the other, taking a Casual Stroll Bedivere approached the Town in human form, regressing his years with the steps he took. Peeling back the clock and gaining his younger appearance, Bedivere smiled into the night. Out of the corner of his eye, Mithias could see the poor homeless man looked far too pale. Slumped over even. Oh wait, he was dead.
Hey Crim, how does this guy look?
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