thewizardguy

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@ShadowVentus
Makes sense....

The only questions I have before I fully accept it are as thus:

1) Can he use this ability on any weapon he gains, provided it was previously used extensively by a powerful person?
2) Can he use abilities that rely on inherent circumstances? For example, if he wielded a weapon Mia wielded, would he automatically gain the black blood, or would he need to find some black blood to control?
3) How many weapons does he have in his possession?
4) Can this technique be used with characters who are still alive?

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@ShadowVentus
If it's a minor representation of their powers as a passive buff, then I'm fine with it. If his own powers are replaced with the powers of that character, I'm mostly fine with it. If, however, he gains all of that character's powers in addition to his own, I'm not fine with it. Cuz that would be BS.

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@Teoinsanity@supertinyking@ShadowVentus@kishin asura@Wraithblade6

Had someone posted a bulletin, asking random warriors to come interrupt this fight? Two mysterious forces introduced themselves to the area, one of which immediately took their position in the fight. This was beginning to become a mess, and Khaine was running out of patience. He would not be denied his right to retribution, and he would not be defeated. "I am Khaine, Dreadlord of the Seventh Ring of the Abyss, Lord of Slaughter and conqueror of a dozen worlds. And yet here I stand, knee-deep in mortals who believe they can stand up to me?" Growling, Khaine gestured at Alexander. The ground opened up in front of him, and a blade emerged from it. "If you are to claim any command over this domain, then you must do a less pitiable job of protecting it. You may enforce your rules once you have proven yourself capable of assuming responsibility for those within your domain. I claim the right to retribution, and if you wish to dispute it then take that blade, for I will not hesitate to take your life."

Having made his statement, Khaine turns to Asura. "And now, we will see whether you are more than just a fool, hiding behind tricks of the mind." Stepping forward, Khaine makes a swing at the god of insanity, his blade tearing through the granite walls as if they were mere tissue paper. Even the god's impressively tough bandages would have a hard time deflecting the blow of this attack, as the blade's masterful design and Khaine's strength made for a devastating strike. However even as he attacked Khaine kept his guard up, knowing he would be outnumbered in this battle.

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@kishin asura
I'm kinda waiting on Tiny to post for Maka/Isaac.

If he hasn't posted by tomorrow, I'll post then.

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@Teoinsanity@kishin asura@Wraithblade6@Wraithblade6

"Hmph."The misshapen demon launched itself at Khaine, but he was not a threat. For all the force behind his punches he took no precautions to guard himself, launching himself at the Dreadlord with reckless abandon. A swift backhand smashed Doom face-first into the rock below with enough force to pulverize a human skull. Of course this would hardly be enough to put down Doom, but Khaine had no intention of fighting the overzealous creature at this time. As Doom tried to pick himself up off the floor a massive armour-clad foot slammed into his back, forcing him back onto the ground as Khaine stepped over him like so much cannon fodder.

Again, however, Khaine was interrupted. The tiny mortal shouted out, and everyone stopped for a moment. Khaine turned swiftly towards the mortal, who seemed to have halted combat through sheer force of will. Khaine growled at them as they spoke, disregarding their statements. "I know little of your feeble morality, but if you oppose violence, then saving this creature and their pet psychopath will only pile on more bodies. And I will not be held from battle, when one so deserving of my blade awaits me." With those words Khaine marched towards Asura. Unlike Doom he did not hurry, for he did not fear his prey escaping. Slowly he marched, alert and aware of any possible attack, ready to counter any sudden assault. Should his enemy back away he would force them into a corner, should they face him he would show them the error of their ways. Patient and inevitable, the Dreadlord marched to war, pushing through whatever force sought to keep him in place.

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@ShadowVentus
Makes sense. If noone else has a problem with your character, I see no reason not to have it accepted.

If you need an intro, you could just have Ven intervene in the fight that's currently going on.

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@ShadowVentus
Heya! Seems he's okay, if you give a little more clarification on two points.

First, cloning. I'm going to assume this is genetic cloning, and not a magical mid-battle thing? And I'm not going to allow you to create clones with the same power levels as other characters, or at least not unless that level is significantly below that of your character. Cuz else it would get ridiculously powerful fast.

Secondly, the 'can use all forms of magic'. Is that just Fire Emblem magic, or literally all magic? Because there are a couple of forms of magic I can think of that I would not be okay with him using.

Once those two little things are clarified he's probably accepted, if I still have the power to do that ^_^

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@Teoinsanity@kishin asura@supertinyking

((My god. Weeks of maybe one post per day, and now I miss two whole pages?))

After centuries of warfare, one begins to notice the difference between an attack aimed to kill, and a waste of time. Isaac's threats were useless to Khaine, the demon warrior well knew that Isaac had no business facing him. And when Shoula threw her cards, he didn't so much as glance at her as their bladed edges slid over his darksteel plate. The cards were certainly sharp, but against steel of that quality, and an attack intentionally aimed to skid off, it didn't so much as scratch the paint. Or it wouldn't have, if there had been paint. Of course, what this stunt did accomplish is distracting those in front of Khaine. Clearly he was facing fools, for who other would allow themselves to be put into such an unfortunate position while facing such a dire foe as himself.

As Maka pulled Asura to the ground, Khaine simply grabbed her by the head, her skull fitting quite neatly into the palm of his hand. Holding her behind him, he used her body to block any additional cards that might be aimed towards him as he kept his blade steadily aimed at Asura, the main threat in the room. While both Maka and Shoula had revealed their capabilities to some extent, Asura remained a mystery, and an unknown enemy was easily the greater threat. A swift and glorious battle would surely have ensued if Khaine hadn't been interrupted by two events, both of which slowed him down.

First, the tiny mortal returned, leading an army of the insectoids. It appeared the tiny mortal had healed their injuries, returning them to full health. Of course, it was clear that many of them would require longer to process the mental scars of what had just happened, and considering the room they were in Khaine considered it unlikely that they'd remain intact for long. Although, considering the fact that the insectoid leader (Isaac, was it?) was somehow still breathing, perhaps the intactness was not necessary.

Secondly, a new player entered the board. With no warning a large, demon-looking creature appeared out of nowhere, crashing face-first into the stone floor. The creature was clearly confused about it's surroundings, speaking to itelf as it attempted to figure out the same thing everyone else in the room was wondering. Despite it's appearance, Khaine recognized that this was not one of it's kin. In their travels, the Sons of Baal had met many other beings who described themselves as demons, and had annihilated more than a few of them. It seemed to be a rather common theme, although some fit the bil better than most. Of course, considering how well he was doing with Asura, Khaine added him to the potential list of enemies he'd have to face.

"Enough meaningless chatter." Khaine snapped at Asura, as he tightened his grip. While Maka was more durable at most, it would not be hard for him to crush her skull like a pineapple. "Draw your weapon, and prepare yourself. I intend to kill you here, for the folly of attempting to control me." He tosses maka to the side with enough force to severely bruise her, although it would have broken a human's spine. "I will either face you one by one, or all at once. It matters not to me what value your honour has, for at the end of this day it shall be your skull at my feet." In all this Doom and Ilyndriel were seemingly being ignored, although Khaine made sure he was ready to act should either of them attempt to intervene.

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I'm back! I'll be posting regularly again now.

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@supertinyking@kishin asura

It seemed the world had gone to hell. Khaine dropped to his knees, slamming his fist into the ground as he felt a wave of fury and malice wash over his being. It burned inside of him, a will to kill that was not his own. Resonated with him, and his own murderous ways. But if ever there was a thing stronger than his rage it was his pride, and he would not be the puppet of some mortal mage. Slowly he forced himself to stand, measuring every inch of movement, every breath, every thought. He saw the blood splatter and blades swing, and he could feel his mind calculating the best angle of attack. But he forced such thoughts to the back of his mind, as he stood there, calmly among the bloodshed, as a single insectoid failed to pierce his armour with a hasty blow.

Luckily for Khaine, it was not long before the effects of the wavelength or rage were dispersed by a wave of madness. The madness hit like a storm, but having consciously calmed his mind, Khaine was mostly unaffected. Braced against the impact, he merely shook slightly, before resuming his previous pose. Now, as he could feel the alien anger leaving his body, finally he allowed his own anger to break free, filling up the void left by the rage's departure. It seemed he had been dragged into a fight he had not wished to partake in, and anyone who thought they could use him as a tool to their own ends would soon be informed of the folly of their ways.

Glancing over, Khaine spotted the insectoid warrior facing off against two odd individuals. A short mortal and a tall one. The insectoid was most definitely not responsible, so the other two must be. Marching over towards the couple, Khaine once more summoned forth the Rending Eye, the sword he kept locked in the Forge Realm. It's blade snicked across the cavern floor, as he raised it to mirror Isaac's own blade. "Tell me which of you is responsible for that, and I will make your death a swift and honourable one." Khaine glared down at the two mortals, completely ignoring the warrior by his side. Of course, in his anger, he had also forgotten of the tiny mortal who had sought to shelter behind him.