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Re:CREATORS 2nd Offense RP.

— Shibuya —

 

The Tyrant Sword sighed, turning around slowly. Maybe anonymity was a mixed blessing. Regardless of how misguided their actions might be, such a threat should be dealt with.

The empty sheath landed on his cloak and the sword let out a low chuckling sound. The shorter sleeves of his shirt showed arms crisscrossed with scars. as narrow as it was, the blades length was still enough to lend it a threatening appearance.

"I think that I'll let you choose for yourselves. Drop all you have or I'll take a finger from each of you for any that resist."

The laughter grew in pitch and volume with every step. Armour wasn't needed for such thugs. An idle flick of his wrist tore a cut nearly a hands width deep into the wall to his side.

"You have until I come within reach to decide."

@Dezuel

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Apocolypse Now guild hall ruins —

 

The Death Knight nodded, first toward 'Lenore' after her introduction and again after Emile made his offer. She finished wiping off her gauntlets and let the scrap of fabric fall to the ground.

"There are many unknowns ahead of us, an exciting prospect. I hope that we can support each other."

Now she took a moment to look over everyone that had gathered. Emile and Lenore both looked capable, the former being much more confident. She had little to judge their combat prowess by but pleasant companions would be better than brash, capable ones.

The group was as diverse as anything she had ever seen, from Minotaurs and martial artists to elves, owls and devils. No class or play style seemed to be left out. A perfect cross section of the variety that made Yggdrasil so great.

"I believe that you should be able to fly, Emile. Swiftness should be an asset... Lenore, do you have a mount? if not, then you could share mine."

@Lugubrious

Re:CREATORS 2nd Offense RP.

— Shibuya —

 

Rook froze in his place, looking up at the moving image of himself. There were others he didn't recognize. This was truly a different world, one were he was simply a made up character and not an infamous killer.

He ducked into a narrow allyway to think things through.

There seemed to be no expectations of him here. Similarly, his combat skills might not be in high demand either. The world of the Tyrant Sword was a pragmatic one and he was a product of it. Obviously his next step would be to learn about his situation and try to blend in and survive.

Nobody was wearing armour or carrying weapons so he shed his, tying them into a bundle with his cloak. The simple shirt and pants he wore were approximate matches to the local fashion so he took the bundle to head back onto the streets, this time to find some paying work.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Apocolypse Now guild hall ruins —

She stood in place temporarily, her body tight in the aftermath of the melee. Dripping with viscera, she walked to one of the tapestries, tore it from the wall, and used it to wipe the blade clean before sheathing it. Kallahars exit was unhurried, a show of fear would be unsightly.

That was invigorating and so much more realistic than even a more cutting edge game than Yggdrasil should have been capable of. Rather than disgusted by the graphic violence she felt energized. Fulfilled by having brought death to even an unthinking monster.

The knight exited the guild hall, using the tapestry to wipe off the gore she had been covered in, taking special care with the helmet decoration that had taken no less than a hundred dye packs to get the exact shade.

"Profane Aura, remove."

The fell aura faded and her next step brought her down onto solid ground. It appeared that the group was in the process of deciding their next steps. It seemed that they were no longer in the guilds original location, or anywhere at all that she recognized.

They couldn't exactly stay in the ruined guild hall. After a look around the death knight made her decision.

"I shall head south, to sooner be out of these mountains. It would be agreeable to have some company."

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Kallahar wouldn't be picky as far as traveling companions go but likely wouldn't fit well with any strongly good characters.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Apocolypse Now guild hall —

He shook his head and walked to the window, looking out at what will be the last moments of a dying world. But a thought occured to him. Death required life. So Kallahar turned around to look at the assembled individuals that had come together to witness and share the end of the world.

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The Death Knight stumbled as if the ground had moved beneath them. Was this it? Was it the end? Several more moments passed and nothing happened. Things seemed more vivid, more... Alive.

"Blasphemy!"

Kallahar shouted but the voice was not the one that he was used to, the rasping, menacing, masculine voice that belonged to Kallahar. It still possessed the rasping, menacing quality but was somehow just wrong. She clamped her mouth shut behind the helmet, the mind behind the avatar spinning. This could be dealt with. Obviously something unexpected had happened, something fantastic. She shouted again, choosing to take things in stride.

"I have been cheated of my reward."

Something had to die, and soon. Suddenly debris bounced off of her armour and she whipped her sword out of its sheath. Amidst the noise and chaos the knights mind became focused on a single target.

"Profane Aura: Unholy Strikes, Etherfloat, Deathwind."

A menacing darkness began to emanate from her armour and she began to float from the ground as an unseen wind pushed agaisnt the monster.

She moved towards the beholder with a single gliding step that took her far beyond the length of the stride and left a streak of blackness in the air. Kallahar swung the blade, feeling pain as the blade made contact with a burst of black energy and Bloodbane ate into her health even as it bolstered her strength. As the swing hit home the swords own effect took over and the freshly opened wounds under her armour sealed shut.

@Lugubrious@Lord Zee@Hammerman@Rune_Alchemist@BurningDaisies@drewccapp
^{I think I got everyone involved in the fight.}

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Dragonback —

Damn this leg. Hearing the whooping war cry, he turned to place his back to the shield wall he had been unable to reach in time. For a heartbeat he stood firm in the face of the attacks until confronted by an attacker intent upon him.

Indrau raised his sword to guard and then stepped further in with his good leg, closing the distance and deflecting the blow with one of his vambraces before striking out and severing one of the mans hands at the wrist.

— Dragonback —

Salz let out a bellowing war cry and charged into the approaching enemies swinging a spear a third again her own height. The bronze sheathed haft was swung like a quarterstaff, knocking men to the ground and breaking limbs.

She let out another bellow and picked up a fallen, human scaled spear. With a couple of steps and a grunt of effort she threw and pinned an unlucky attacker to the canyon wall.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Hmmm... if the system can regulate Momonga's mental state so he stays calm like the undead he is, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say the system can enforce status effects for being drunk, right?

@TaroAndSelia

That seemed to be post New Game only though. I'm sure it could emulate some effects though.

Re:CREATORS 2nd Offense RP.

— Hokkaido —

 

He stared after Rubius. Obviously something interesting was happening in the direction but there was no desire to complicate things further. Instead he turned around and headed north-east. Involving himself in a situation was the last thing that was needed right now. The best thing was to find out more about wherever he had found himself.

There was little he expected that the sorcerer would be able to pay for the kind of war the he described. A war against an entire would of what were apparently Gods? No, The Tyrant would obviously join the winning side, provided they thought enough to offer him a contract. Else he might just watch from the sidelines.

The Tyrant was no stranger to visiting unknown lands but everything here was entirely alien to him. The structures towering above were simply too large to be buildings and were obviously some strange terrain features. There was also the chance that they were raised by sorcery.

The knight continued towards them. At the very least he should be able to climb one.

@Dezuel

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Apocalypse Now Guild Hall —

This was what the Death Knight had been dreaming of all these years. The End, the Death of everything. Even the vile undead abominations could be, not exactly forgiven, but looked past at a time like this. In just a few minutes time all life would cease and be given its reward. He looked forward to it after granting it to so many.

He sat and nursed a drink, sipping it slowly to make it last until the very end. Kallahar stood with his back to a wall, not going to meet his fate sitting down. This was a celebration, of course. He was only here on a whim, the original plan being to dive once more into battle, to go out fighting and bringing Death.

Behind the avatar Katelyn wondered what she might choose next to fill her time and break up the monotony of life. Perhaps that shooter Dive game. It was a shame to lose all of the progress carefully earned since the games launch.

He recognized an individual with armor that he recognized as being that of a Death knight. He possessed a set of his own before adopting the profane Plate of the Dark Knight class. Kallahar walked closer with his drink. The drink of choice had a mild healing effect and his amulet left a trail of blood drops behind as it stored the excess HP.

"So this is the way that things end. Perhaps it is better this way than to have a lingering, suffering death."

@Dead Cruiser