thewizardguy

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@RavenTLark
The image seems to shift, the corners turning darker, the lights growing dimmer. The white edges of the orb turned a dark purple color, as Raven felt another presence enter the area. A power, leaning through the gap but never quite stepping through. She could feel it in her bones, a steady hum that indicated the being's strength. And just like that it reached out to her, boring it's way into her mind, as it spoke to her. Not in words, but in thoughts. Concepts, gleaned across the vast gulf of space and time.

"The endless grinding of time wears down even the immortal. Not through the touch of flesh, but through the touch of mind. The daily aches and pains, the worries and obstacles. All the things that might wear one down." This being felt vast. Immense. Obese. It was as if she were speaking to the creature's toe, uncomfortably wedged through a hole far too small for it. And yet even so it emanated a sense of infinity, as if it could achieve anything. "Sorrow weighs on your heart, lurking in the shadows of your fire. Tell me, child. What is it that grieves you so? Do you regret your choices? Or do you wish you did not have to make them?"

Blood Compact (Open!)

Plot Twist!

lol.

Blood Compact (Open!)

@akje
The hammer seemed to strike something solid. And yet, it was completely immobilized. As Hale tried to jerk his hammer free, the steam was blown away by Mo's rainstorm. The revealed figure was holding the sledgehammer in his hand, having caught the blow barehanded.

Tall and covered in muscles, Kami struck an imposing figure. Much like one would expect from a human attempting to match vampires. And yet, his skin was a pale white. He was dressed in nothing but a spandex pair of pants, showing off the thousands of scars that covered him, each looking as if it were merely a few days old. A giant silver crucifix had been nailed to his chest, letting off clouds of steam as it burned his skin, the veins around it pulsing a sickly blue. His eyes glowed a bright red, revealing him for what he truly was.

The armour that had seemed so deadly, lay on the floor. It's inner workings lay revealed, a series of tiny silver crucifixes layered alongside one another. A simple machination, controlling how much surface area to apply. The suit had never been the source of Kami's strengths, the legends surrounding it pure fairy tail. It had been a control mechanism, torturing Kami's vampiric side into submission. Exposure to enough crucifixes to break him, to reforge him into a weapon. His psyche shattered, and rebuilt.

Perhaps even Kami himself had believed the lie, that he was a human. That his pains were merely burns, or old battle scars.

But there was no doubt in the creature's eyes now. No honor, no duty. No religious fervor, nor righteous rage. It was a wounded animal, finally released from it's cage. A blood-crazed vampire, waiting only to test it's freedom. In mere moments, it would pounce upon the nearest warm-blooded creature, ripping it apart in a feeding frenzy. And yet, the simple act of surviving the cage it had been locked in marked this creature as no ordinary beast. It was an Oldblood.

Slowly, it pressed down on the sledgehammer it held. The metal head seemed to crumple in on itself, forming into a ball in the creature's hands, even hardened steel like play dogh to the undead. Then, with an ear-shattering shriek, it launched itself forward, a clawed hand reaching for Hale's throat.

Blood Compact (Open!)

He didn't cut through the sledgehammer because Hale wasn't constantly attacking. He had the advantage that Kami was busy with Mithias, and he specifically stated that Hale only attacked when he saw the perfect chance to do so. Had he attacked continuously, Kami would have chopped that thing in half with ease.

The only reason Mithias could prevent his blades from being cut is because of his superior speed and strength, as well as his experience as a trained swordsman. He used to be a templar, and as such was trained from birth in the use of a sword.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@RavenTLark
Sorry, that took far longer than I had expected ^^

Apologies.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

A crack appeared in Ozzy's hell dimension. A white hole, a hole in reality itself. A rift in time. Ozzy of course tried to stop it, but even with his means he could not find a way to prevent reality from fraying. Whatever was causing this was beyond his comprehension. An event that had, in all of time and space, never before occurred must lie behind the White Holes.

The sphere was about 9 meters (29 ft.) in diameter, completely and perfectly spherical. It produced a light vacuum, as air was able to pass into it. However, a slight pressure barrier prevented the air from vacuuming into it as it might otherwise have done. Had the atmosphere been less filled with soot, it would probably not have had the weight necessary to pass through. Where the air emerged was completely unknown, but if one were to look closely at the sphere they would see something deep within. Not a solid image, but rather a series of images, from all over the Multiverse. Like a Powerpoint display of all of reality, images from times long past flashing by. If one were to look hard enough, they might even gaze into their own past.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6
((You know, I was referring to eating the dead.... but whatevs))
As the creature reared it's head, Alice seemed to hiss. She shot forward, dodging around the blast of ice that encased Mithias. The creature turned, it's massive head smashing Alice aside as it struggled to stand. An arcane field of energy protected it from attacks, the simple energy weapons of the people below having little to no effect on the behemoth. It's massive wings extended, small typhoons seeming to gather under them, it's own magic power beginning to lift it into the sky.

Alice meanwhile rushed at it once more, her legs transforming to springs as she shot after it, her fist transforming into a giant claw, the impact knocking it back to the ground. Dodging blasts of ice and somehow remaining on the roiling scales, she started breaking through it's layered magical and physical defenses, utilizing her immense physical strength and manoeuvrability. It was clear she had done this before, and that the wounded dragon would soon rejoin it's fallen kin.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki
Solaire is soon joined by another, a white figure wielding a massive hammer with one hand, clad in enchanted golden armour. With the strength of a hundred men, and the toughness to withstand even the most devastating of attacks. The Chosen Undead, the greatest guardian of the world of Anor Londo.

Cosmos frowns, as a thousand timelines converge. Spirits and ghosts gather, as hundreds of heroes surround the wire creature below. Each an unkillable force, relentless. The creature tanked their attacks, and tore them apart, but even it would not be able to endure. The true defence of Anor Londo lay in it's infinite swarm of unkillable heroes, thousands of which would gather at once. Great beams of Soular energy blasted it, dozens at a time, each with the power of a small cruise missile. Great pillars of flame erupting around it, with sufficient heat to turn stone to lava at a mere touch. Blow after blow of powerful melee attacks, as heroes made use of every weak spot they were able to identify, making use of his more advanced capabilities nigh-impossible.

If this were to continue, even the Omegans would progress slowly. Even now, only one in ten of this world's convoluted realities was 'active', only a fraction of the defense force was striking at the creature below. And even with it's immense strength, it could not win this battle. For every enemy it killed returned, revived at the nearest bonfire. Summoning more allies from nearby realms, others invading on their own.

Blasts of energy were redirected, as Voidwalker provided support. The undead ranks were struck by their own attacks, blasting away at the ranged attackers to relieve the constant battering assault. It was this covering defense that provided the opening for both Bahamut and Kihaku to appear, each facing off against a fraction of the defenders. Hundreds forming from nothing to meet the threat.

Far above, Cosmos reached into the enchantments laced into this place. The Undead Curse, as it was called, prevented these beings from dying permanently. He would break it, allowing the Omegans to proceed to the First Fire.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@RavenTLark
All right. I need to drop some replies, and then I'll give you a post.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@RavenTLark
Well, I think we can rule that Angel simply left. Probably because she had a thing to do, we can invent a motive later, once Angel is done being stubborn.

You mind if I have a rather powerful char appear? I was planning on having it attempt to convince Raven to join it's side.