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As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

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As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

@Life in Stasis Gotta say thanks for getting Roth to have my back. Hopefully this causes whatever plans Nariata had for my character to go awry xD

As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

Oh snap, have fun there fam!

As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

"Shame," Eovaine shrugged at the man's response and turned to look at the assortment of figures within. The first of which he noticed was the gnoll. A bloody gnoll. Here. It was unusual and more than a little disconcerting. Savage, brutish. The only good thing he could see of that beast was the fact that it'd gladly meet the brunt force of whatever they'd have to face with equal or perhaps even more brutish savagery. And it wasn't just the gnoll that was like that, he'd known humans that could hold their own against gnolls and something about them, all these large bastards, was their insane need to attract as much swords as possible in their direction.

Stifling a shudder, he looked away from the gnoll and noticed the other patrons around as he subconsciously grabbed a tankard of brandy and drank. There was another elf present wearing a mask and some oversized claok and he got the distinct impression he was trying to pass off as a human. Couldn't be it, though. Perhaps trying to hide some sort of frailty. He shrugged internally, at least he wasn't the only elf around.

Then there was a priestess. That, out of all of them, shocked him the most. The innocence flowed out of her like a massive beacon, an aura of pureness that he knew their dark world would snuff out, and he hoped, somewhat desperately, that it wouldn't come to pass until after this mess was over with. Still, she didn't belong here, and if the insane mage truly intended to seek out his staff, she'd only be a hindrance to them, a burden that would weigh on all those with a heart in this fucked group. She was like the physical manifestation of all the good within them, stolen away and bundled up within a human girl and placed within their midst, smiling sweetly in the face of the monster that was their dark world, full of innocence and naivety. Her fall from grace, an eventuality that was almost certain, would doom them all. By simply being here she had guaranteed their deaths. More of the good within them than physically, but what was the difference? The only thing he could do was delay her demise as long as possible. More for his own sanity, he had to admit, than her own good.

He looked away, his face twisting to mimic the sorrow he felt inside. They were all fucked and this damn rambling mage had doomed them. All for some glorious, desperate final attempt at a fabled weapon that might not even exist. He should've followed that sergeant's advice and joined the military. Perhaps that would have had better for him, but he was dead anyway, so what difference did it make? Almost a century and a half of life and it was going to end following a plan that might not even work. Well, at least it would be interesting.

Especially since the dead seemed to be rising.

If anything, these fucking cultists knew how to make an entrance. He finished the rest of his brandy and threw his empty tankard at an undead's head, stood up and looked at the wizard with a grin. "Looks like you've successfully managed to annoy the dead with your ramblings, Mage." He unsheathed his swords and followed the massive human out of the tavern into a red sky and a scene of pure horror. In the distance, far to the north, he saw a squad of cultists approaching and the behemoth that was the gnoll rushing them, bulling his through the undead, his arms swinging to lop off multiple heads at a time.

Eovaine couldn't help but feel the cultists managed to track him. It didn't make sense, he knew, but the feeling was there, a small doubt in his mind. And that feeling grew to become horror. What if beyond this decrepit bazaar a company of cultists and whatever else was camped and these bastards were just scouts. Well shit. If they were, he wouldn't die by their hands. He'd face that fucking army grinning like the mad bastard he was. And with that he rushed in, his swords swinging in a frenzy as they slew undead after undead and it wasn't long until a small pile grew behind him of headless, immobile bodies. But the further he went, he noticed the bastards were becoming more and more sophisticated. More effort was suddenly put into parrying or sidestepping brutish swings rather than brazenly lopping off heads.

It got to a point where killing them came to halt and he was left parrying and dodging, although not difficult, their sheer numbers threatened to flank him and so he backed off, his swords dripping with blood and gore. He needed someone to support his flank, otherwise he'd be stuck there until he was eventually overrun.

Sup.

Yo! Welcome to the forum, fam! Never played rugby but I did play football (American) so I'm clearly biased on which is the better sport. We also got some pretty avid fantasy fans around here, so enjoy yourself here, bruh. Great community and all that. Super chill.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

The rental car turned a corner, a silver Mercedes that rolled on the cobbled streets of the alleyway. Eron sat at the wheel, his face in a grimace as his partner, Jessica, screamed at him from the passenger seat in Spanish. He couldn't understand what she was saying, save for some curse words, but he picked out the message clear enough. She was pissed at him. He supposed she had a right to be, since he did make them late. Again. He was never great with punctuality even when there was incentive.

He glanced at her for a moment then turned back to the road for another turn. "You know I can't understand you, right?"

She paused."Idiot," she said with a deep scowl. "You knew this was an important mission. You knew! You were there for the briefing. And what do you do afterwards? You fucking go to sleep!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry my ass. You ain't sorry, you're probably depressed that your sleep got ruined!"

He shrugged. She pretty much hit the mark.

"I can't believe you. How did I end up as your partner? What sort of demon possessed me when I made that choice, sweet Jesus. I can't get a break from you, Eron. All you do is sleep and kill. You can't even wake up to eat! I have to wake you up so you don't starve! What am I? Your mom?"

"That'd be kinda gross."

"Boy!"

"Look, there they are," he said as he pulled over on the curb.

"Don't you get out of the car. I ain't done with you!"

"We got a mission, Jess."

She stared at him in that sort of way she always did when she was pissed off. "You step out this car and I swear you're dead, boy. Step out the car, go ahead. Make my day. Gimmie an excuse to break your fucking legs."

"Aight, ok, I'ma stay in. I ain't getting out."

She started berating him some more and he looked more miserable by the second. All he wanted was to simply step out and get out of his crazy partner's way. She was in a mood and he was the unfortunate bastard caught in her crossheirs. Well fuck me, right? Eron wished there was some other fool in his place so he could at the least get away, better yet to go sleep, but now that they had some important mission that wasn't possible. An enter family of a bloodline were incompetent enough to have themselves killed. What was the point of them if they couldn't even protect themselves, and here they were trying to clean up the mess and prevent the rest of the bloodlines from panicking and killing each other. That wouldn't do. It'd mean he wouldn't get anymore sleep. Wouldn't do at all.

Jessica snapped her fingers. "You ain't even paying attention are you?"

"Nah, I am," he said snapping out of his thoughts. "I got you, you pissed. I should sleep less. Or some shit."

She stared at him for another long moment. Then, "Get the fuck out the car."

Before he could even open his door, she was out and slammed the passenger side's hard enough that he was afraid he'd have to pay more for damages. Oh well. He stepped out and they stepped inside the church-like estate and after sitting down on the lavish chairs were told that the Anya girl they were looking for wasn't there. Jessica glared at him as if it was somehow his fault. He could swear on his ma's grave the damn woman would blame him for everything that went wrong, as if he was somehow in control of everything. Shit, if he was he'd fix everything just to get away from her.

She then, thankfully, turned her attention away from him towards the rest of the group. "Does she have any friends in high places or that're particularly resourceful that we know about? She could have used one of them to bunker down in a temporary safe house."

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Eron Stayne

Name:
Eron Stayne

Nickname/Title:
Sleeping Lion

Team Title:
Pravus Feles

Gender:
Male

Age:
24

Position:
Linked Asylum

Specialty:
Silencer

Alchemic Style:
Motem and Vocem

Asylum Code:
XVII - on his right chest

Weapons:
Compact bow: The bow is made from a specialized alloy and has a flexible nylon fiber string, at the front of the bow is a scope which helps Luther get a clean shot, adding to the bow's accuracy is an automatic alignment system that subtly shifts the arrow as it's being released, taking into account the wind, weather, his altitude, and his target's position and distance; the readings are taken from the scope which calculates the correct angle the bow should be in for a perfect shot.

His arrows are made from a lightweight alloy with bolted tips that contain the anti-alchemy tech, which he usually uses to play with his "prey". The tips also have a micro detonating device that shatters the arrow head once it enters a target, causing shards to delve deeper into the wounded area and cause more trauma and pain.

GR-72 Sniper Rifle: The GR-72 is a lengthy and heavy sniper rifle with camouflage technology built in. It can shoot up to 2 kilometers with near perfect accuracy before the accuracy starts to drop drastically; inside is a built in muffler and when used with a silencer is almost completely soundless when fired. The scope, much like the compact bow's, it takes into account the target's location and also takes into account whether or not the target is moving and the target's speed and suggests the perfect angle and position to fire; the technology just went out of it's testing phases and so it can sometimes give incorrect readings.

Due to his power, he can decrease the size of his weapons and wears them as charms on his charm bracelet.

Alchemy specialization:
Quantity Manipulation: Eron has the ability to control the quantity of any inanimate object he comes across, adding to it, which makes it larger; subtracting from it, which makes it smaller; multiplying it, which increases it's quantity; and dividing it, which decreases its quantity. This alch-spec gives him a near infinite amount of ammunition for both of his weapons and he mainly uses motem styled alchemy to increase his ammo, and preferring to use votem when manipulating the quantity of things that aren't immediately in front of him and of a larger size.

However, while increasing the size of his weapons and ammo does nothing, multiplying his ammo causes them to be less efficient as its not so easy for him to replicate too many items at once. Replicating an item from an original source will cause the replicated item to be only three-quarters as effective as the original. Replicating from the replicated item will decrease it further to half and so on until the item can no longer be multiplied.

Multiplying objects with multiple items, like a quiver of arrows, will cause the replicated arrows to only be half as effective as the originals and those replicated from the replications won't be effective at all.

Appearance:
Eron stands at five feet and eleven inches with a slim athletic build. He has faded short black hair and dark brown skin with eyes that're deep green that almost seem to glow along with thick eyelashes that only add to the intrigue of his eyes; a few scars run across his chest and abdomen, and on his face is a close cropped beard that he never allows to go beyond a certain length.

Outside of battles, he's usually found wearing a white dress shirt under a lined waistcoat and a pair of dress pants finished off with black crocodile leather shoes. At a glance, it would appear the clothes were tight and restricts much of his movement, but being made from a special fabric designed by AMRO, it allows him a free range of movement and is quite comfortable to wear.

During missions, he wears similar clothing, except there's a silver tie added to the outfit and a pair of shades that communicates with his weapons' scopes while he's using them, relaying all of the information directly to the glasses instead of having to look through the scope himself. He also wears a pair of black leather gloves and a green-black quiver on his thigh where a dozen arrows are held within.

Personality:
If only one thing were to be said about Eron, then let it be said that he is lazy. Probably the laziest out of all the Asylums within AMRO. If he's meant to be doing something, he's probably sleeping; if he's in the middle of doing something, he's probably sleeping. This has lead to a series of problems with his superiors due to a large number of unfinished paperwork which he almost always leaves to his partner. It's gotten to such a point that nearly every asylum knows where to find him when he's not on any mission - on his favourite black sofa in the centre hall of AMRO headquarters, sleeping.

Various medical tests have been done on Eron over the past to see the cause of his laziness, tests were done to see if he had some sort of endocrine disorder or if his brain wasn't processing the correct hormones at appropriate times. When the results came back that he was normal, they began testing his psyche to see if had any sort of trauma, and when that failed they gave up, saying the man was just a lazy fellow. Despite all this, Eron usually has a smile on his face and tends to have a positive outlook on life.

However, there exists a side to Eron only his partner - and those who have been on missions with him - know. A bloodthirsty side that enjoys playing with his "prey" whenever he sees them. If one were to describe it, it would be as if his whole personality took a U-turn and went straight down to the depths of hell; in this stage, which only occurs when he's on a mission, everything moral and sane about him is knocked off the list, a little more than a wild animal as he uses tactics and strategy to torture his opponent as much as possible before leaving it to die on it's own in a slow, and painful way.

History:
Will be revealed in RP

Jessica Lorezia

Name:
Jessica Lorezia

Nickname/Title:
Burning Lioness

Team Title:
Pravas Feles

Gender:
Female

Age:
22

Position:
Asylum

Specialty:
Sniffer

Alchemic Style:
Sigillum, Motem.

Asylum Code:
LVIII along the length of the posterior side of her right arm, ending just above her elbow.

Weapons:
Twin Katanas: Jessica carries two classical Japanese katanas on her back made with anti-alch technology mixed in with an alloy that makes it lightweight and extremely sharp; the weapon's scabbard and hilt both have cloaking technology which she can manually turn on or off with a button at the base of the hilt. Inside the blades are tiny circular saws that are activated once the blade is unsheathed and anyone who is unlucky enough to get cut will have extra trauma to deal with as the tiny saws shred their insides.

Alchemy specialization:
Emotional Manipulation: Jessica can manipulate the emotions of the weak willed to an extremely large extent and the strong willed to a much lesser extent. Her powers, mostly via motem can cause all sorts of emotions to either increase or decrease in her targets. She uses this mostly to fit in with crowds when she's on an intel gathering mission, to gain information from subjects during interrogations, and to emotionally sabotage multiple targets to make killing them far easier. For special circumstances, as in interrogating key subjects or trying to get key information from an individual, or even when laying a trap, she will use sigillum to cause her alchemy to be more effective on her targets.

Appearance:
Jessica stands at five feet and seven inches with shoulder length brown hair and light bronze skin. She has bright red eyes with a soft face and full lips that seem to be constantly stuck in a scowl. She has an athletic build with a shapely body and a scar running horizontally across her face just under her cheek bones.

She usually wears a dark green tank-top under a black leather jacket along with a pair of black shorts held in place by a camoflauge belt with a laughing skull for a buckle. For shoes she wears knee high boots studded with little silver pyramids and also has a set of spurs on the back in case she gets into hand to hand combat and needs to roundhouse kick someone. Jessica also has a pair of knuckled gloves with a bit of grip on the palmar side to make gripping of her twin katanas more secure.

Personality:
Jessica is a person who is quick to anger and very hard to calm down. A wrong look will set her mood off and make her attitude problem go off the charts for the whole day. To combat her aggressive nature, she's naturally very energetic and constantly spends time in the gym, at the punching bags or lifting weights. When none of those options are available, she's outside on the tracks running or in her office keeping her mind busy with paperwork that Eron refuses to do.

Most people tend to steer clear of her due to her aggressiveness, and she likes it that way, despite Eron's constant urges to try and be sociable and smile once in a while.

It was due to her unnaturally aggressive nature and constant urge to dominate over others that the asylums started calling her Burning Lioness, sharing a name with her partner due to their constant banter and arguing like a couple when they're together.

Despite her aggressiveness she is calm and almost civilized when she's around Eron and can be seen laughing with him in some occasions, as she is incredibly comfortable with him. However, much like him, when trying to take down targets, she is also considered a beast. Although she doesn't share Eron's love of torturing, she is crazy in her own right - seeking to frighten and cause as much grief and mental damage to her target as possible before Eron leaves them bleeding on the floor in a slow death.

It's for this reason the duo is called Pravas Feles, or Sinister Felines, because of how much they love to play with their prey.

History:

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Alright, limitations on the multiplying sounds fair, although I did make some adjustments to your recommendations, since not all object are equal uno.

Also, gave my second character Emotional Manipulation. How's that sound? Not too OP I hope

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@Fallenreaper
Eyyyyy! Long time, alie? It's been a while, but yea that was definitely me!

@Xodus
Definitely. Expect it to be dropped today!

Here it is:

Eron & Jessica

Name:
Eron Stayne

Nickname/Title:
Sleeping Lion

Team Title:
Pravus Feles

Gender:
Male

Age:
24

Position:
Asylum

Specialty:
Silencer

Alchemic Style:
Motem and Vocem

Asylum Code:
XVII - on his right chest

Weapons:
Compact bow: The bow is made from a specialized alloy and has a flexible nylon fiber string, at the front of the bow is a scope which helps Luther get a clean shot, adding to the bow's accuracy is an automatic alignment system that subtly shifts the arrow as it's being released, taking into account the wind, weather, his altitude, and his target's position and distance; the readings are taken from the scope which calculates the correct angle the bow should be in for a perfect shot.

His arrows are made from a lightweight alloy with bolted tips that contain the anti-alchemy tech, which he usually uses to play with his "prey". The tips also have a micro detonating device that shatters the arrow head once it enters a target, causing shards to delve deeper into the wounded area and cause more trauma and pain.

GR-72 Sniper Rifle: The GR-72 is a lengthy and heavy sniper rifle with camouflage technology built in. It can shoot up to 2 kilometers with near perfect accuracy before the accuracy starts to drop drastically; inside is a built in muffler and when used with a silencer is almost completely soundless when fired. The scope, much like the compact bow's, it takes into account the target's location and also takes into account whether or not the target is moving and the target's speed and suggests the perfect angle and position to fire; the technology just went out of it's testing phases and so it can sometimes give incorrect readings.

Due to his power, he can decrease the size of his weapons and wears them as charms on his charm bracelet.

Alchemy specialization:
Quantity Manipulation: Eron has the ability to control the quantity of any inanimate object he comes across, adding to it, which makes it larger; subtracting from it, which makes it smaller; multiplying it, which increases it's quantity; and dividing it, which decreases its quantity. This alch-spec gives him a near infinite amount of ammunition for both of his weapons and he mainly uses motem styled alchemy to increase his ammo, and preferring to use votem when manipulating the quantity of things that aren't immediately in front of him and of a larger size.

However, while increasing the size of his weapons and ammo does nothing, multiplying his ammo causes them to be less efficient as its not so easy for him to replicate too many items at once. Replicating an item from an original source will cause the replicated item to be only three-quarters as effective as the original. Replicating from the replicated item will decrease it further to half and so on until the item can no longer be multiplied.

Multiplying objects with multiple items, like a quiver of arrows, will cause the replicated arrows to only be half as effective as the originals and those replicated from the replications won't be effective at all.

Appearance:
Eron stands at five feet and eleven inches with a slim athletic build. He has faded short black hair and dark brown skin with eyes that're deep green that almost seem to glow along with thick eyelashes that only add to the intrigue of his eyes; a few scars run across his chest and abdomen, and on his face is a close cropped beard that he never allows to go beyond a certain length.

Outside of battles, he's usually found wearing a white dress shirt under a lined waistcoat and a pair of dress pants finished off with black crocodile leather shoes. At a glance, it would appear the clothes were tight and restricts much of his movement, but being made from a special fabric designed by AMRO, it allows him a free range of movement and is quite comfortable to wear.

During missions, he wears similar clothing, except there's a silver tie added to the outfit and a pair of shades that communicates with his weapons' scopes while he's using them, relaying all of the information directly to the glasses instead of having to look through the scope himself. He also wears a pair of black leather gloves and a green-black quiver on his thigh where a dozen arrows are held within.

Personality:
If only one thing were to be said about Eron, then let it be said that he is lazy. Probably the laziest out of all the Asylums within AMRO. If he's meant to be doing something, he's probably sleeping; if he's in the middle of doing something, he's probably sleeping. This has lead to a series of problems with his superiors due to a large number of unfinished paperwork which he almost always leaves to his partner. It's gotten to such a point that nearly every asylum knows where to find him when he's not on any mission - on his favourite black sofa in the centre hall of AMRO headquarters, sleeping.

Various medical tests have been done on Eron over the past to see the cause of his laziness, tests were done to see if he had some sort of endocrine disorder or if his brain wasn't processing the correct hormones at appropriate times. When the results came back that he was normal, they began testing his psyche to see if had any sort of trauma, and when that failed they gave up, saying the man was just a lazy fellow. Despite all this, Eron usually has a smile on his face and tends to have a positive outlook on life.

However, there exists a side to Eron only his partner - and those who have been on missions with him - know. A bloodthirsty side that enjoys playing with his "prey" whenever he sees them. If one were to describe it, it would be as if his whole personality took a U-turn and went straight down to the depths of hell; in this stage, which only occurs when he's on a mission, everything moral and sane about him is knocked off the list, a little more than a wild animal as he uses tactics and strategy to torture his opponent as much as possible before leaving it to die on it's own in a slow, and painful way.

History:

~SECOND CHARACTER~

Name:
Jessica Lorezia

Nickname/Title:
Burning Lioness

Team Title:
Pravas Feles

Gender:
Female

Age:
22

Position:
Asylum

Specialty:
Sniffer

Alchemic Style:
Sigillum, Motem.

Asylum Code:
LVIII along the length of the posterior side of her right arm, ending just above her elbow.

Weapons:
Twin Katanas: Jessica carries two classical Japanese katanas on her back made with anti-alch technology mixed in with an alloy that makes it lightweight and extremely sharp; the weapon's scabbard and hilt both have cloaking technology which she can manually turn on or off with a button at the base of the hilt. Inside the blades are tiny circular saws that are activated once the blade is unsheathed and anyone who is unlucky enough to get cut will have extra trauma to deal with as the tiny saws shred their insides.

Alchemy specialization:
Emotional Manipulation: Jessica can manipulate the emotions of the weak willed to an extremely large extent and the strong willed to a much lesser extent. Her powers, mostly via motem can cause all sorts of emotions to either increase or decrease in her targets. She uses this mostly to fit in with crowds when she's on an intel gathering mission, to gain information from subjects during interrogations, and to emotionally sabotage multiple targets to make killing them far easier. For special circumstances, as in interrogating key subjects or trying to get key information from an individual, or even when laying a trap, she will sigillum to cause her alchemy to be more effective on her targets.

Appearance:
Jessica stands at five feet and seven inches with shoulder length brown hair and light bronze skin. She has bright red eyes with a soft face and full lips that seem to be constantly stuck in a scowl. She has an athletic build with a shapely body and a scar running horizontally across her face just under her cheek bones.

She usually wears a dark green tank-top under a black leather jacket along with a pair of black shorts held in place by a camoflauge belt with a laughing skull for a buckle. For shoes she wears knee high boots studded with little silver pyramids and also has a set of spurs on the back in case she gets into hand to hand combat and needs to roundhouse kick someone. Jessica also has a pair of knuckled gloves with a bit of grip on the palmar side to make gripping of her twin katanas more secure.

Personality:
Jessica is a person who is quick to anger and very hard to calm down. A wrong look will set her mood off and make her attitude problem go off the charts for the whole day. To combat her aggressive nature, she's naturally very energetic and constantly spends time in the gym, at the punching bags or lifting weights. When none of those options are available, she's outside on the tracks running or in her office keeping her mind busy with paperwork that Eron refuses to do.

Most people tend to steer clear of her due to her aggressiveness, and she likes it that way, despite Eron's constant urges to try and be sociable and smile once in a while.

It was due to her unnaturally aggressive nature and constant urge to dominate over others that the asylums started calling her Burning Lioness, sharing a name with her partner due to their constant banter and arguing like a couple when they're together.

Despite her aggressiveness she is calm and almost civilized when she's around Eron and can be seen laughing with him in some occasions, as she is incredibly comfortable with him. However, much like him, when trying to take down targets, she is also considered a beast. Although she doesn't share Eron's love of torturing, she is crazy in her own right - seeking to frighten and cause as much grief and mental damage to her target as possible before Eron leaves them bleeding on the floor in a slow death.

It's for this reason the duo is called Pravas Feles, or Sinister Felines, because of how much they love to play with their prey.

History:

The Genabackis Campaign [Blue Demon||Torack]

Sorry for the lateness of this response! Yup, I agree with that fully! Sounds a lot better, would make things easier, and I can add some interesting NPCs to the squad