Wraithblade6

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

The vampire reforms. "I'm sure that you did." He said, displeased. "And I'll wager that reason had nothing to do with my goals here. You will find, Miss, that there is more to me than my physical structure, as there is with all the life that you destroy." Mithias couldn't help himself. He narrowed his eyes as he felt his protective instincts kick in. He'd give her a chance, though, to reply, and to defend herself. "Explain yourself, or so help me, I will take this place apart."

Haven City (Steampunk, Wizards, Fantasy)

Who the hell started this thread, and why the hell are they not in it?

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

*stalks Hamster* >>

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

So where are Mason and Marcus?

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

Speaking of playing out, Hamster, come back!

Haven City (Steampunk, Wizards, Fantasy)

Damien didn't have anything to throw at the magic missiles the drow released at him, and one of the bolts caught him in the head, a critical location. Rocked by the blast, he stumbled and she was able to destroy the device he had been using to alter his spells. Damien's bone-shield spell was still in effect however, and the high-speed whirling femur gave Koshira hell as she attempted to continue to fight with him. Finally able to grab the back of his neck, the glint of a golden ring caught her eye as it slipped out of his shirt on a short leather cord. Before she could really dwell on what she had seen, she bashed the necromancer's head against her knee, dispensing with him.

Damien however, was a little more rugged due to his unnatural affinity and literal pact with the devil. he did not fall into unconsciousness, and did not allow his sword to be taken. He was able to get up quite promptly, yet she took off.

Getting up, he looked toward the drow and the vampire, clasping the ring around his neck. "Not until I have avenged Saria..." He vowed.

Viktor had been going for one of the ork generals when he suddenly felt a familiar spell. Turning to look, he could see that Damien was still up, and a lesser number of his recently turned undead had been obliterated. the necromancer had cast his Undeath spell again, only it was somewhat less powerful. He might not be able to control the vampire this time.

Damien shouted something in another language, but it was not Orkish. It was Infernal. The orks, however, appeared to understand him, and suddenly all decided to defend their general as well as Damien. One of the orks in front of Koshira suddenly pulled out an orb that went off like a flash bomb, blinding pretty much everyone that wasn't prepared for it.

[BG] Story of Gods and Demons

Two unlikely candidates stood leaning against the wall of the cathedral amongst the rest. Angela and Damien both lifted their eyes at the red-headed woman's quite unexpected phrasing. They glanced at each other quizzically. They had expected her to be... somewhat more eloquent and European, for an established member of the order and a knight. Both of them came off the wall, straightening up, but kept their heads down. Regardless how rebellious or shy they seemed, they had both flown over from the states to be there. They were at least going in.

Although up front about its religious backround, the letter had been quite persuasive. Having also provided the funds for the trip, the two siblings couldn't say no. Damien, needed to get off his arse and get a job, and so Angela guilted him into it. She herself was more used to travel, and was hopeful at least this agent wouldn't ask her to kill anybody. "Come on, kid." She teased her younger brother with a playful smirk.

The two Americans looked around to see who else was coming.

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

Even though she had been silenced, the black net of void magic still took shape, falling atop the blood hunter that very same moment. It was unavoidable. Strygwyr cried out as the the net crackled with energy, shocking him. The edges of the net fixed themselves to the ground, preventing him from running. He struggled, pulling against it. The net restricted his movements, but even still, he managed to parry through it and return a strike to the priestess' chin. As she fell backward, he collapsed forward, leaning on his weapons, exhausted. Panting, he tried to cut the net, but it did not work. Inside the keep, the battle had been reduced to the two champions, Broding and Polvark. The slaughter was over, and without bloodshed, the hound of the Twins was losing power. Knowing it was well past time to depart, Strygwyr growled in frustration. He had been caught and was likely going to die for it. He lifted his head as he heard Broding expel a roar of agony. He blinked under his mask. An eye? The Gutra was a very good killer. Strygwyr contemplated as he took a moment to rest under the net. The twins would have been pleased to have him... and they would not require his eyes.

Haven City (Steampunk, Wizards, Fantasy)

Lights flashed up ahead as spectacular fireballs and magic missels went off in two different areas. A couple of casters were somehow sustaining themselves outside the walls in the midst of melee with orks. Damien continued to linger away from the front of the battle, lest he be confused for an enemy human among the green behemoths. He could also do much more damage with defenders in front of him. Concern filled him as one of the battlemages seemed to be freely maneuvering deep into the ork army, actually getting a position behind him. Her magic made her impossible to miss. At first, the orks gave her berth, awaiting the moment her mana ran out to lunge forward and axe her head off. She made it through them with her spells as she approached Damien.

His soul-sense detecting her location for him, the yong necromancer expected her attack. The lines of orks gave way before him, and he saw a drow coming at him. His sword ready, his heart leapt in his throat, for he didn't have much defense against a direct magical attack. However, rather than meeting his end with a fireball to the face, she swung at him with a dagger.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a large, hard femur bone whirled in front of the necromancer and knocked her dagger off course. It continued to spin around his body, whirling defensively in about a 3 foot circular radius. Damien glared at her with his white eyes, furious, his sword ready. "Really?!" He yelled at her. "Do you mock me drow? Do you think you will get to watch me suffer like one of your male slaves? Hear me cry in pain?" She was a sorceress, and there was simply no reason for her to have made a pathetic physical attack on him, unless she was either playing with him, or out of mana. "I will watch you die." He cursed her as the orks around them saw an opportunity and attacked her from all sides.

In the nick of time, a flurry of bats poured themselves in a cloud in front of the drow woman and formed solid into a vampire. The orks, and Damien, yeilded once again as they reassessed the new situation. Seeing the vampire demonstrate his nature, draining one of the certainly large and formidable ork warriors, Damien quickly distanced himself.

As he fled amid the ork army, he formulated his next move. Drow and vampires... how far into corruption and chaos his old city had fallen to allow such scum. Damien hated them, all of them. Surely one drow would fall to the surrounding orks, but the vampire, was a necromancer's job. Finding a new vantage point, Damien spun around and lifted the device on his left arm. He felt the familiar reverberations of necromantic magic and saw the dead orks rising around the red-eyed vampire. He nearly laughed out loud with disbelief that the undead blooddrinker would try such a thing. He shook his head with a grin as he typed the comand for amplification into his device. "You have got to be kidding me, vampire. I'm the necromancer here." Aiming the device at the vampire and his arisen masse, Damien's eyes glowed softly white as he cast a powerful, area-of-effect spell. "Death to Undeath!" A white ring blasted outward from Viktor at its center, hurting him somewhat, but primarily exploding all the undead orks around him. It left the living completely untouched. Shrapnel of undead ork zombie splattered over everyone, covering them in red. It was spectacular.

Panting slightly from the excitement and exertion, Damien typed another code into his keypad. "And now, for you, my new servent. With you, I will destroy this city." He reached a hand directly at Viktor, exerting his will and the power of the technology to try to take control of the undead vampire's mind. Damien strained, giving everything he had in one effort to dominate Viktor.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

I think people just moved on to steam and are playing other games together. Maybe other chat programs too.