The Irish Tree

Azure Dragon!

Kaldis turned to see the guy who'd asked about his antlers earlier, Sam he believed his name was, before seeing the new batch of wizards charging, now featuring angry guys with axes. Axes were naturally the worst match up for him, so when Sam asked him which he'd prefer to take, he responded almost instantly with: "I-I'll take the harpy then!" before clasping his hand over the hole in his wooden gauntlet and started reforming it, the wood elevated slightly as it ran over the wound, he didn't want to agitate the burn, and he especially didn't want anybody to hit him there. Not wanting to get back into the fight with little more than a wooden stick, he scooped up the sword-wielder's blade and placed it in his right hand.

With his newly acquired blade, he looked up to see the flying lady growing closer, and her explosive bouncy beads too. Not wanting to let her back up the two axe-weilders Sam would be fighting, he did something the flying woman couldn't have expected; he formed a massive shepard's cane with his wood magic and caught her around the waist with it; though his plan went awry when he found out that the cane really didn't stop her at all. As a consequence, Kaldis was dragged along as the woman flew, dangling limply in the air as she flew. "Oh god...I think I'm gonna be sick..."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leon5431 said
Oh don't worry some passionate mouth to mouth will fix that problem right up.

So you're going to eat the bug yourself then?

Azure Dragon!

Kaldis stared in awe at the spectacle before him, he'd expected all the new comers to be stronger than him, but he certainly didn't expect them to just tear through the enemy guild ranks as quickly as they did. He shook himself out of his daze when he remembered he was supposed to be fighting too, and looked down at the gauntlets he'd formed for his forearms; looked like he'd need something more heavy duty to keep up. Running along to catch up, he made it a point to go to the left, because fire was scary, and ice was cold. Not to mention it looked like the scariest and toughest of the bunch were going for Hector, a lot of them were screaming, which really made it clear to Kaldis that getting in his way would be a terrible idea. As he broke to the left, he ran his right hand over his left arm, and used his Wood-Make to solidify a small buckler shield over his gauntlet, and afterwards he formed a bo-staff by clasping his hands together again.

"I won't just sit by and let them do all the heavy lifting!" Kaldis began backpedaling away from the approaching mages, he knew full well that he might be able to take a few of them, but going head to head wasn't the best idea. There were maybe about 4 of them approaching, and 2 of the 4 were already prepping spells, one's eyes were glowing an orange shade and the other's hands were releasing some sort of green gas, the other two just had weapons; a sword and a spear, both probably enchanted. Before the one with glowing eyes could make his move, Kaldis just chucked the bo-staff right at him, like a javelin, nailing him in the forehead. Not letting the confusion go to waste, he sprinted between the other three, narrowly missing getting grabbed by the gassy hands one, and slammed the shield on his gauntlet straight into the eye-mage's head, with surprisingly enough force to knock him to the ground. "Was...was I always this fast?" He almost stopped to calm down, before he saw the spear of one of the remaining 3 in his peripheral vision, and blocked it with his buckler. The spear's tip glided along the buckler and went up, towards Kaldis' head, but fortunately, it got caught between one of his antlers and the prongs of it, and surprisingly, when Kaldis pushed his head forward, the spear gave way with a loud snap as the shaft broke, the spear-mage's face turned to an expression of shock before Kaldis nailed him right between the eyes, jumping backwards as the mage started seeing stars and fell to the ground.

"...Wh-why am I winning exactly?" He thought as he ducked under the sword mage's swings...maybe he'd just gotten lucky and gotten the 4 worst mages in the guild...or maybe carpentry was better exercise than he thought! Probably the former. He gave the sword wielder a swift roundhouse kick; which must have really hurt because Kaldis literally saw one of the guy's teeth fall out, and taking advantage of the daze, Kaldis gave a jab to the guy's chest, but the guy just fell back like a limp noodle. As he was turning to face the gas mage, he was surprised as he suddenly grabbed his right arm, and the gas seemingly started eating away at the wood, like a caustic termite machine. Struggling to escape the mage's grip, Kaldis started grunting in pain when the gas reached his arm, he could hear the hairs on it start to catch fire and disappear in half a second, the gas burning his skin. In his desperation, Kaldis launched one desperate kick...and, of course, nailed him right in the junk. The mage doubled over in pain, letting go of Kaldis' arm, and clutching his family jewels as he was brought to the verge of tears by Kaldis' not-so-secret-one-hit-kill-technique. Somewhat feeling sorry for the guy, Kaldis kicked him in the back of the head, and bent over as he lost consciousness, his face a mix of dull surprise and confusion.

"...Did...did I seriously do that again!? Why can't I just end it normally...it hurts me just to do that." he said as he walked away from the 4, scratching his head and trying to hide his eyes in shame.

~RUNE~ Adventure and profit in a land ruled by magic and industry!

Thundercat said
also hi Mateotis! hi Irish! hi Lucius!

Howdy.

RUNE CHARACTER DUMPING GROUNDS AND OTHER ASSORTED INFORMATION

Username: The Irish Tree

Name: Tordavask Dorbenesh

Race: Iron Elf

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Homeland: TERRA

Appearance: Tordavask at a first glance isn’t anything special or different from the typical male Iron Elf, he has dusky brown skin, and his hair is a steely gray, and is fairly straight. His irises are a deep maroon, and he has the typical black sclera.

(I’m sorry he looks so fucking evil, but honestly this was the only thing I could find that wasn’t completely gaaaaaaaaaaay.)

Size: Tordavask has a rather slim build, like most elves, though a bit more muscular than average. He stand at 5’6, and has relatively broad shoulders for his size.

Elemental Affinity: Water

Bio: Tordavask was born into a relatively poor family, so much so that his parents died of famine while trying to at least keep him fed enough to live. Being flung into an orphanage at an early age didn;t affect him quite as much as it would other people, he always just tried to look on the bright side of things; in an orphanage at least he wouldn’t have to worry about going cold or hungry until he came of legal age or someone adopted him, though the adoption came quicker than he’d expected, if he expected it at all.

At the age of 6, he was taken in by a dwarven chemist by the name of Grij Dorbenesh, who did his best to teach the young elf his craft, and lo and behind, many chemical burns and burned-off eyebrows later, Tordavask could finally make a proper mixture. Living life near the outskirts of the Dwarven Highlands, the father and son had to make a living on the side, because really, how much money can you really make off of just chemicals? So, they had a small fur trading industry to themselves, trapping the less dangerous beasties of the Sylvan Jungle, and selling the pelts off as well as the valuable parts. Over time however, the pelt trading began slowing down, and Grij unfortunately fell into debt over time. Hoping to scrounge enough money for them to live comfortably, Tordavask left their home unbeknownst to his adoptive father to head to Rosa, hoping to find wealth in mercenary work.

Personality: Overall, Tordavask is a rather ingenuitive type of person, preferring to think his way out of problems, and often can see problems arising before they happen. He is somewhat paranoid of strangers, but if he warms up to them, he’ll be as friendly as any other Iron Elf. He also likes to avoid confrontation if he can help it, as he doesn’t really have the “walk” to go with his “talk”.

Skills:
Minor Engineering
Chemistry
Sleight of Hand
“One Hell of a throwing arm”
Grenade Knowledge
Minor Knife Skill
Trap Making
Being a Sneaky Little Elf

Equipment:
Various flasks of Acidic shits that’ll burn through soft metals and stone if given enough time
Tear Gas Grenades
Tungsten Wire Grenades
Gum Grenades
3ft. of piano wire
.45 ACP Luger (He’s a really shitty shot with guns, he just carries one for when they’re too close for a grenade, but too far to stab.)
Iron Dirk

Other: Likes pies. ‘Specially pecan. Don’t ask if he likes rhubarb though, that shit’s nasty.

Fairy Heart Attack!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Apparently, you can make things that aren't dirty dirty by censoring them! lemme show ya.

*checks link. Sees it's from /d/*

...Free I think we need to have "the talk"

Onepiece: A whole new generation.

Welp. With Eve's absence, Imma go think up members for Toridus' crew.

Azure Dragon!

"Alright then....i-it's showtime!" Kaldis thought as he saw the paper and ink tunnel form, completely clearing the way for everyone to get through. His heart was pounding in his chest, he didn't know just how many were going to be inside the building, but he knew that they were going to be tougher to take down than that gang leader from before, for all he knew everybody inside was as strong as Orin, maybe even stronger. Still, he couldn't let Beatrix or the guild down, not now. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own, and maybe, just maybe if he got lucky, he'd be able to get C rank if he could clear out some of the weaker Serpent's Dagger members. Steeling his courage and grasping his elbows with the opposite arm for each, he let out a deep breath before sliding his hands from the elbow, all the way until he was grasping his hands in each other, and as his hands moved, he cast his wood-make magic to form rather sizable wooden gauntlets around his forearms. Lightly tapping them once against his chest, he broke out into a sprint down the tunnel, not wanting to be left behind.

As he made his way through the tunnel, he pumped himself up more and more to garner some form of confidence beyond what his timid self could muster. All it really did was make it look like he was running in a very energetic manner, though his antlers were slightly growing in length, though it wasn't really noticeable if you hadn't paid attention to them before.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leon5431 said
The Greek gods...they.....the Greek gods.......they are just.....crazy.....so much drama...... It's all she slept with him, so she cursed her. He slept with her and she gave birth to a giant cyclops. That same he slept with another her and she gave birth to a giant sea monster. He tore off some guys dick and threw it into the ocean then out popped a god. The main three have daddy issues and are constantly at each others throats. Every other day one of them slept with a mortal and that mortal gave birth to a demi-god and was either promptly killed by other mortals or cursed for all eternity by the gods wife. It's like taking the most drama filled high school, giving the high schoolers godly powers, immortality, an endless sex drive and endless amounts of alcohol. Then you get something similar to the Greek gods.

And yet out of every Greek god, everyone always wants to shit on Hades. Aside from kidnapping Persephone, I honestly cannot think of a SINGLE bad thing Hades ever did in Greek Mythology, even Orpheus' Ordeal wasn't his bad; he fucking warned him not to look at his wife until they left, if he wanted to be a dick, he could have not said anything at all. Same with Persephone, she ate the fucking food in the Underworld, and got stuck there. Hades even LETS HER GO DO WHATEVER SHE FUCKIN' WANTS FOR LIKE, 9 MONTHS OUT OF THE YEAR. Meanwhile, Posiedon was flooding the world and leaving only a few people alive, Athena turned a priestess into Medusa because she had the AUDACITY to be raped by Poseidon in her temple, and Zeus stuck his fat, thick, greased lightning in everything with a hole. I can;t think of shit Apollo did, aside from indirectly killing Icarus.