thewizardguy

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@ScoundrelQueen@VitoftheVoid

Walking alongside his little stone barrier Alex couldn't help but feel tired. Despite his best efforts this wasn't going anything like what he had planned. At best he'd get a couple of coins out of this, at worst he'd be chased out of town. It had been a bad idea to intervene after all, if the girl hadn't goddamn exploded he could have at least looted the body. But there was no point to mourning lost goods, and there were other opportunities to be had. A slight smile appeared on his lips as a loud bang echoed through the town. So that left just tin man and the frost fellow. Now this frost fellow looked like he might be an issue, but Alex could probably charm his way out of this situation. And the tin man was the opposite of fire girl, all defence and no offence. If he decided to get uppity he'd just use his killing hand, which could pierce any armour. That was more like it. A little bit of thought, and suddenly his situation looked so much less bleak. With a chuckle he stepped towards the frost fella. This was all going to work out just-

A barely human scream of pain and anger ripped through the air.

Twisting on his feat he saw the fire girl leaping onto his stone barrier. She glared at him with hatred in her eyes, which were now leaking blood. Oh f*cknuggets. How in the ****** *** **** had she jumped the wall with a wounded leg?! What was this girl, a monster?

No time to think, no time to judge. Just instinct. The girl raise her arms and thrust them towards him, unleashing a blistering wave of heat. A hastily thrown up right arm summoned forth a continuous spray of cold water, which hissed and steamed as it collided with the girl's attack. Stepping backwards Alex momentarily had his breath taking away from him. Even with all this cold water he could feel the heat on his skin, and he knew that if he hadn't reacted as quickly he'd have been dead.

Cursing whatever steroids were keeping this chick going he fired off another defensive jet of water as he used his left to absorb the stone barrier the girl was now standing on in an attempt to knock her off balance. Whatever crazy shit was running through her veins right now must be making her immune to pain, and based solely on her facial expression Alex had no intention of getting into a fistfight with this thing. Placing his left hand on the ground he ripped into the earth, creating a crevice that raced towards her. The longer it got the wider and deeper it became, culminating in a 2m wide and 5m deep crevice. Meanwhile his right hand began rapidly releasing a cloud of yellow fog which spread across the battlefield, obscuring vision. No matter how dangerous her attacks were, there was no way she could hit him if she couldn't see him.

Alex himself had already switched to heat-vision, drawing on the vast arsenal of equipment his Hands of Fate gave him. Scrambling back from what was effectively a massive white blotch in his sight he tried to find a spot from which he'd be able to take down this menace. Even her inhuman constitution wouldn't save her when he riddled her with bullets.

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@ScoundrelQueen
Nah, thanks for the good post ^-^

I was just worried your internet was going to be gone for another month or so. If you're back where you can post consistently, then that should speed things up a bit.

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio
Makes the most sense to me if you wait on Lucius.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

I'm planning on introducing Domir by having him meet the party once they head out on their little mission. Unless there are any objections, of course.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Domir

Name: Domir
Titles: the Unwavering Guardian

Age: 3,427
Gender: n/a
Race: Stone Golem

Appearance:


Personality:
Slow to make decisions, Domir takes everything at a relaxed pace. Due to his ancient age he does not see the urgency in things. He is a very loyal soul who greatly enjoys beautiful things. He despises killing, and avoids killing even in self defence. He often befriends small animals, and has a habit of decorating his body with flowers. Despite his pacifist bent he is prepared to fight to protect those he deems 'friends', and is strongly opposed to the oppression of the Dark Lord. When confronted with a strong personality Domir is quick to obey, and he's not used to making decisions for himself. Being so durable and practically immune to pain has caused Domir to consider his own body a shield, and he sees no issue with putting it in harm's way.

Weapons:
His bare hands, occasionally a nearby enemy.

Skills/Magic:
As a golem, Domir possesses supernatural strength and durability. He stands at 3m tall, and his entire body is made of solid stone. Even though he's suffered from mild erosion since his initial creation he is still immensely sturdy. Only by destroying the talisman embedded into his centre can he be truly and permanently killed. In addition to this the magic that animates Domir grants him a mild resistance to foreign magic.

History:
Once the Great Library of Xerxes was the greatest in the land. Within it were held the works of hundreds of mages, and an army was stationed to guard it's runic walls. When the city fell the library was buried beneath the Earth for hundreds of years, lost to legend and folktale. This was until a powerful wizard with domain over elemental Earth uncovered the underground Library, and with it a treasure trove of lost arcane knowledge. With these resources he was able to make a very formidable wizard out of himself. And in order to guard the source of his power, this wizard created Domir.

For hundreds of years Domir stood guard over the hidden entrance to the library. His master had appointed him as the sole guardian of this place, and he served dutifully. Of course he never received word when his master was dragged into the political machinations of a nearby budding empire. Nor did he know when the wizard was thrown to the lions with his hands shackled. But even when his master did not return he continued his task, handily slaying the occasional explorer that stumbled across the entrance to the temple. As unmoving sentinel of a hidden library he watched the centuries go by, the vast changes of the world leaving him mostly unmoved.

But after over a thousand years of solitary service, he began to grow weary of his duty. The command spells woven into his being were never meant to last this long, and his mind was beginning to grow beyond it's original parameters. So he went from simply standing to thinking. A small difference to an outside observer, but a crucial one. For in the long hours he began to wonder what had truly happened to his master, what the nature of his duty was, and what he truly guarded. Small thoughts and doubts wriggled through his mind. And he began to ignore many of the creatures that wandered into the tunnel, recognizing that they were not thieves.

One day, a cunning rogue discovered the secret entrance. And when he confronted Domir, the ancient golem moved to attack the intruder. But through skill and wit the rogue evaded him. And then, with a silver tongue, he convinced Domir that perhaps he was guarding the wrong place after all. The rogue played on his insecurities, on the doubts that plagued him, and eventually managed to convince Domir to allow him to pass. Victorious the rogue continued into the library, only to return laughing moments later. When Domir had asked why the man was laughing, the rogue had simply explained that the library was empty. All of the arcane tomes had turned to dust centuries ago. There was nothing left.

Of course, this was not the first time Domir and the rogue met. That cunning trickster convinced Domir to travel with him, acting as a bodyguard and strongman. And over time they became fast friends. This odd couple went around for many years as the trickster talked fools out of their money and slept with noble's daughters, and Domir protected the trickster from their irate fathers. But all good things must come to an end, as did the trickster's life. Despite his dangerous lifestyle he died a happy man, dead at the age of 60 from a dagger to the throat. A duel of honour he'd tried to avoid. But he met the end as he met all things, and his very last breath carried his very last trick. For with his last words he told Domir that he had never been a servant, nor a slave, but a friend.

Now, hundreds of years later, Domir still wanders. In memory of his friend he keeps a red scarf tied around his right arm, and seeks to end cruelty wherever he finds it.

Other:
Felt like making a golem, heard you wanted players. It works out.

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@VitoftheVoid@TechnoWizROK

I suggest we momentarily skip @ScoundrelQueen as she seems to be unable to post at this time.

The War of the Three

@KoL
No tangle at all, my post's up now!

And I think this might provide some end to the conflict. I imagine those involved will be removing themselves from the scene post-haste.

@Lucius Cypher
Welcome back!

The War of the Three

Khaine, Oblivion Depths -

It seemed that the beast had gone berserk. No matter. It would be buried together with everything else here.

Floating through the air with the assistance of his chains, Khaine took another look at the scene. Three mighty beings did battle below. They possessed power, certainly. Like great waves, or erupting volcanoes, reincarnated as living beings. Forces of nature that would annihilate all in their path. But, much like a force of nature, they lacked any degree of subtlety. Their power was blunt, a hammer for them to beat the world into submission with. A fool's weapon. War was fought not with weapons, but with minds, and to do battle depending on raw power alone was to tie your hands behind your back.

It was strange. Looking at the beast, and knowing what that kind of power could do if wielded by an expert.... it was saddening. Like seeing a construction project that would never be finished, or a half-eaten cake. Ah, well. If he wished to bring peace to this world then he would need to ignore such counterproductive feelings. The beast was an obstacle, nothing more.

With a thought, the detonator appeared in his hand, and he pressed the button. Instantly the mines he had placed all over the roof detonated, and Khaine rode the shockwave down. Even now the ceiling was cracking, and pieces of stone the size of busses were raining down from the sky. Weaving through the carnage on his chains Khaine made for the edge of the cavern as behind him he heard the catastrophe he had created unfolding. Within moments the bulk of the roof cracked and began sagging down, the initial pebbles being replaced by almost a solid wall of stone sliding downwards with the force to crush anything. Nothing mortal could survive that. And even the immortal beast would be trapped, until it was drained hollow by this place. Even such a mighty creature would be nothing more than a lump of meat without the will to act, the will to live.

Sliding into an open tunnel of decent size, Khaine spotted Diana and the bug-creature. Or at least half a bug-creature. Or maybe all of it in a single body? Khaine gave up. Bug creatures could not be so easily quantified.

With a slight nod at Diana he gestured, causing a wall of steel to block off the entrance. Just to be sure he placed some explosives as well, in case someone did decide to follow them. His trap wouldn't work at all if everyone could just leave. But with that done there was nothing to stop him from moving on, marching deeper into the cavern as he held his head with one hand. This place was sickening, and even he could not hold on indefinitely. How the dragon girl was holding up he would never know. Perhaps she was already broken, and taking her from this place would achieve nothing. Hpmph. It didn't matter. For now he could only keep moving forward.

The War of the Three

@The 42nd Gecko
Actually, pretty sure it's my turn to post ^-^

The Blood Compact

@Shikaru
Your internet is made of wood.