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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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kishin asura said
Lu merely smiles. Not really affected by the microbes. If at all "I already developed barrier magic that filters the air and repels magic." She says "I need two seperate barriers though, but the implied "fuck you" is still noticeable. I'm a motherfucking prodigy y'know.""......well, now to fuck up shit." The mockery says. Expecting the microorganisms to kill him sometime soon


Right before the afforementioned damage is inflicted, Lu feels her barrier crashing down. Being in the middle of the specially prepared area, the Judge's powers were amplified hundredfold, perhaps thousandfold, and regardless of her magical skill, the sheer force of his magic is enough to absolutely crush her defense. While she was undoubtedly a powerful mage, she was attacking a mage of life and death, who was surrounded by his power source, billions of beings who were willingly regulating and providing magical energy, channeled through special patterns of advanced runes. it was like trying to fight the dragon slayer of fire IN THE SUN. Effectively, what I'm trying to say here is that you picked the wrong place to fight.
As, with a soft thump, the fleshy body fell to the floor, suddenly Mithias finds the hand once more clasped into his own. Looking back, he could see the stump of a neck where it's head had once been, and yet, despite lacking what in any other humanoid would have been a critical point of it's anatomy, it seemed not to care. Furthermore, not only did it not bleed, but when you look at it, the stump seems to be solid. It's as if it has no inner organs or bone structure. Small holes seem to open and close in the creature's surface, like gaping mouths, as a second blow rocks the side of your face, once more blasting you into the hard, unforgiven wall of the structure. Had you not been able to regenerate from almost any damage, these blows would pose quite a threat.

As you recover from the unexpected attack, the homonculus reaches down, picking up the featureless head, and attaches it once more to it's neck. There's a sickening squelch, and it moves around it's neck in ways impossible for any creature with bones. To all appearances, it's neck is once more attached to it's head, as if the cut had never occurred. It does the same with the hand, not seeming to bother putting up any kind of defense besides blocking the entryway. To all appearances, not only did it lack any form of self preservation instinct, but it would be quite a lot harder to kill than you had originally thought.
kishin asura said
"The only one dying is you. Worthy adversary." Oni says. Sensing the judge's power. Suddenly the judge finds his magic growing incredibly weak "a being such as you. One who believes they decide who lives and ago dies. Such a being has no place in this world."The capsule opens. Where a disease should normally be released there was a small piece of flesh. It fed on the microorganisms around it. Growing. Within seconds it completed it's transformation. In it's place stood something that was anything but natural. A very mockery of science "heeheehee..... I must be at the right place." The thing hissed. Grinning an unnatural grin


The Judge smiles, as he holds up one hand. A ripple seems to move through the air, as billions of runes shift into new forms. A single spark of magic seems to dance across them, multiplying in power and intensity. A magician's eye can follow the pattern of magic, as the advanced ritual setup seems to focus around the two intruders. "It's saddening to see that all hope of the opposition would rest in the hands of fools and children. This is not a battle, child. While I am sure that, had we met on more equal ground, you would have proved to be quite an obstacle, you were foolish enough to attempt to fight me in a realm like this, where the powers of both life and death are granted to me in equal measure. Both are held, equal and opposite, the perfect balance of power." One gloved hand touches the circle of power nearest to him, and a strange sort of power floods the area. The combined and focused lifeforce of the billions of beings is overwhelming, and yet this area used to be the realm of the forsaken, and it's perfectly intermingled with the power of all those that had fallen.

In an instant, even the tiniest spark of magic activates the massive power held in the ritual, and the girl finds herself surrounded by darkness. Wounds seem to open on her skin, blood exploding from her sides, as she's forced to the ground. Even as she utters defensive and healing magics, her body seems to break itself apart with no indication of stopping, the strange power permeating every cell of her body, filling her mind and her soul. And as it pules, both of her arms seem to explode outwards, the blood moving of it's own accord to slice them from bone. The girl drops to the ground surrounded by a pool of blood, which slowly swirls around her, ready to rip her apart once more from the inside. Watching, the Judge only smiles.
The mockery of science finds itself in the same cavernous area, rows of seeds lining the walls. Ready to be launched downwards into waiting planets, filled with 'Cleaners', microbes created to wipe out and absorb all nutrients on an entire planet, wiping out civilisations and cultures as if they had never even existed. The slow heartbeat pulses through the room, a steady thrumming that tingles in the bottom of the mockery's feet. Other than that, however, another sensation moves through the area, as the entire tentacle starts phasing. Having finished devouring the world below, it's about to move on to a new realm. Portal energies crackle along the walls and floor, space seeming to shift as the area moves through the barriers separating dimensions from one another.
Teoinsanity said
Wait a second,He turns on his gogglesIt has the same bio signs as the pod!


"Oooooh, you found that? You must be from one of the worlds indicated for absorption. It's the most efficient system I could devise for sorting, scanning, eradicating and assimilating all forms of life on a planet." She smiles, as she takes your hand. "The name's Eliza Heterodyne II. I'd ask who you are, but that really doesn't matter, now does it? I mean, you won't be yourself for much longer." She takes your hand, and happily starts guiding you through a different corridor, separating you from the vampire from earlier. "I'll show you around before you go, though. It'd be impolite to not give you a tour now that you're here."
Wraithblade6 said
"...rrrraaAArgh!" Mithias reforms with a frustrated growl. Wingless this time, he closed his eyes, turning away from the woman who just liquified him. He realized he had forgotten his manners. In fact, knowing he was pretty much undestroyable had corrupted his ego. But pain reminded him of the importance of humility, moreso now that his body would always heal and remake itself. He wasn't evil, nor vengeful. He was patient and protective, and determined to stay true to his nature.To the golem that picked him up, he gave one command, "Put me down." The thing did not comply, nor could it speak, so that left escape up to Mithias. A thump was heard and the woman and Teo turned around to see Mithias atop the golem's chest as it lay on the floor. The vampire had broken free and was once again approaching them. "Please forgive me, miss. I would like to talk."


As you move to return, you can feel the clammy, bloody hands of the homonculus closing around your wrists. Even as you move to release it, every danger sense in your body screams out, your left hand moving almost of it's own accord. When your conscious mind catches up to your fighting instincts, you find your arm, having only barely deflected a glancing blow at almost supersonic speeds. Twisting in a method impossible for any human joint, the arm latches onto you, and the room spins away as you're launched at high speed, flying through the air. In between you and the door leading back to the room is the hommonculus, and clear as day, you can feel a powerful killing intent in the air. Whatever this creature is, it'll go through any extent of violence to move you. If you want to return to the room, it seemed obvious you would have to defeat it, or find a way around it.
All are accepted, first post will be up today.
The rp has been created:

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/51416/posts/ooc
Since before man ever walked on this Earth, there have been other beings. Creatures that were not natural, not in the sense applied to creatures of this Earth. Creatures born from the energy of pure creation, who travelled throughout all of creation. They cross the barriers between dimensions with ease, creating and destroying according to infathomable minds, Gods capable of acts beyond mortal comprehension, unquestioned lords of all creation. And then there are lessser beings, those that were formed from the energy of destruction, those that were formed from background energy. Demons and monsters, some of them quite literally born from the nightmares of mankind, untold races from untold worlds and dimensions, creatures both greater and lesser than man in many aspects. These creatures, spirits, demons, monsters, Gods, angels, they have been given many names throughout human history. However, there have always been those who fight them.

Many beings prey upon mankind, devouring flesh, mind or soul. They see us as nothing but prey, or perhaps as toys. Some draw a twisted pleasure just from causing fear, pain, or even death. Those plagues of creatures that can only be described as evil. From the Chinese Samurai, to the European Saints, to the ancient Shamans. Always heroes and wizards have stood between man and the inhuman, in every time and place, using whatever means were available. Even up into the modern age, where man has grown ignorant of the demonic presence around them, groups have formed in every country, of every religion and race. Those who have both the motive and the means to do what nobody else can do, and to fight for humanity's place on the top of the food chain.

And yet, creatures of immense power even now walk the interdimensional roads, looking for worlds to devour. Creatures capable of wiping entire cities from the map, ripping open the very fabric of reality. Predators from both within and without rend our lives naught. Presences that exist only in the corner of your eyes, living nightmares that steal your will to live, and watch as you kill yourself. Beings beyond all human comprehension seek our utter annihilation, and we are all that stands in between them and us. Heroes among humanity, those who put their lives and their souls on the line. Many are called to battle, many fight, and few survive. There are those who fall to the darkness, who fall into temptation and become nothing better than the very things they hunt. And there are those who lose their bodies, ripped apart under the hordes of brutal beast with nothing better to do than to turn your insides into your outsides. Many lose their minds, turned into gibbering wrecks, unable to tell the difference between reality and nightmare, drawing those very same nightmares into our realms of reality. And then there are those chosen few who live, who do whatever it takes. Who make pacts with demons, throw away body, mind and soul, to fight this impending threat. Those few, are the true heroes.

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This is more about the style than the setting. The setting is a rather typical supernatural urban fantasy world, where the characters are encouraged to use a variety of weapons and magics to turn their character into a monster hunting machine. Fairly typical, but it's in a specific style of GMing and storytelling that I'm hoping this roleplay can stand out from the crowd.

This roleplay will be done in a brutal fashion. The BG in the title means Brutal Games, which is a series of roleplays I used to do. The theme was that any character could die or be maimed. I will set a variety of challenges and objectives with specific solutions, and often multiple ways of solving them. However, none of these objectives will change in difficulty or description during an encounter from their original creation in my mind, meaning that if your character is in trouble, I will not save you from it by giving you a bone. Furthermore, I will not hesitate to kill off or maim any of tour characters if they make any sort of mistake, and injuries inflicted may have permanent effects. Don't be surprised if your character loses an eye, or an arm, or his/her mind. As such, it's entirely possible for everyone to be slaughtered, and thus it's possible for this story to have a bad end, where the heroes lose.

Another quirk of this particular style of GMing is that this story, unlike many of the others in roleplays nowadays, has a specific end. There are many ways to get to it, and many different ways it can end, but it has a definite ending to it. Once that is reached, the story is complete. Hopefully, we'll be able to reach that point.

Any player whom's character dies will be allowed to play an NPC, or become co-GM, so they still have a part in the game.

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ActRaiserTheReturned said
I'm interested in playing a Native American warrior shaman who comes from an obscure tribe.


Sounds awesome! Creativity is encouraged ^^

Wraithblade6 said
Wiz, what are going to be the limitations on what our characters can be and do? Are we all human? is this a realistic fantasy world? How much magic is allowed? What level of power can we expect to face?


Low-level superhumans. Think Captain America, Harry Dresden, or Batman. Nothing overly godlike, but all characters should be stronger than normal humans.
Gabriel Evings said
True yet not true certainly they have existed before they have existed yet they have not existed forever. They need Sentience in order to exist at all. Should all life ever be wiped out, say by Korn because blood for the blood god, or the tyrranids, as they are a hive mind and the only ones likely to survive would be Tzeench and Nurgle for all things decay and change even space bugs, or Necrons succeed. They would simply stop existing until more sentient life could evolve. So unless life existed before the universe itself then the chaos were not born until the first creature first thought.


Actually, it's quite possible that now that they've been created, while their origins lie in the psychic power of the Ancient Ones, they are beings in and of themselves. At the end of the War in Heaven, the Necron wiped out the Ancient Ones, and the only sentient species remaining was the Eldar. After creating the Eye of Fear and the birth of Slaanesh, they were pretty much wiped out, and yet, even with hardly any sentient life in the universe, the Chaos Gods were not weakened. The Warp, while it is the plane that harbors all sentient thought, exists independantly of sentient life, and is said to have existed even before the Ancient Ones.
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