Sorry for the slow reply, Wraith. Steam Summer Sale got to me. I'm hooked on all kinds of crazy shit now. But the post will definitely be up tomorrow, if not sooner.
Nuuuuuuuuuuuu! This happens every Summer! :P
Oh! You posted. Thanks Wiz! :D
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STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
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God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Nuuuuuuuuuuuu! This happens every Summer! :P
Oh! You posted. Thanks Wiz! :D
Great. Mithias managed to survive everything he had gone through, only to be killed by Bob's daughter. He sighed long as he looked at her beautiful white fur. The continual threat of death, he was finding, was at least a good distraction from his sorrows.
"I'm sorry for trespassing, Miss." He said. "I didn't intend to come here. My name is Mithias, and my 'death' is hardly relevant. Let us cut to the chase. I need to know, can you open inter-dimensional portals, or not?" The vampire was very matter-of-fact as he straightened himself as best he could and patiently waited her response. He was more vulnerable than ever, and should have cowered in fear of death, but ironically, Mithias just didn't give a fuck. If he was going to have to fight, he'd fight, but if he was going to die, he'd die. No reason to be afraid of it. He blinked his hungry, golden eyes expectantly.
"I'm sorry for trespassing, Miss." He said. "I didn't intend to come here. My name is Mithias, and my 'death' is hardly relevant. Let us cut to the chase. I need to know, can you open inter-dimensional portals, or not?" The vampire was very matter-of-fact as he straightened himself as best he could and patiently waited her response. He was more vulnerable than ever, and should have cowered in fear of death, but ironically, Mithias just didn't give a fuck. If he was going to have to fight, he'd fight, but if he was going to die, he'd die. No reason to be afraid of it. He blinked his hungry, golden eyes expectantly.
So Hal and Darko had both left without noticing her. That had of course been Sekaulla's intention all along. But she had heard everything. She had seen the dead guards and heard the foreboding words. High in the skies above, she schemed.
The sounds of footsteps reached the werewolf's newly remade ears. Closer and closer they approached, until the faint glow of undead eyes exacted their location. Chakan glared at Dyleon with malice. "What is this? Another one of Darko's hellbeasts for me to slay?" She looked like a kid who was just asked to clean her room, as if Dyleon was just another boring task for her to do. "So be it. Die quickly monster." She brought up her swords and gave Dyleon the chance to make the first mistake.
The sounds of footsteps reached the werewolf's newly remade ears. Closer and closer they approached, until the faint glow of undead eyes exacted their location. Chakan glared at Dyleon with malice. "What is this? Another one of Darko's hellbeasts for me to slay?" She looked like a kid who was just asked to clean her room, as if Dyleon was just another boring task for her to do. "So be it. Die quickly monster." She brought up her swords and gave Dyleon the chance to make the first mistake.
ok... tired. No time to type tonight. You guys keep changing things before I can get something written, but that's ok. I like it. I just hope I can keep up.
@Thantos
You owe me postage.
And btw, Sekaulla has appeared over Darko and Hal, if they are still there.
You owe me postage.
And btw, Sekaulla has appeared over Darko and Hal, if they are still there.
@Wraithblade6
I'm not gonna come back... just, if you feel that it is necessary to kill her, at least make it epic, not some shitty weak play like an explosion.
Fuck. There goes my idea. Well, it looks like my plans for a simple demise have gone awry. Mo is no longer trapped underground, so killing her isn't going to be a nice one-liner. I therefore open the field for someone else to write her out. If you can come up with a good, IC reason why she would leave, go ahead, but I personally can't see one. Otherwise, Akje is stuck playing her. I wash my hands of the situation.
Akje is also stuck playing Magnus until or unless someone wants his glorious death. I will kinda miss that crazy asshole.
But of course, Akje needs some time off, so no pressure. I can wait a few days to hear from ppl. Currently I'm going to do *something* IC. Mithias should go do stuff.
"We run him over with a truck." - Magnus, on his master plan to kill Kami
Mithias: ... >>
Quick reply from Martin.
I will be offline for pretty much all of the rest of the week.
Bluntly put a close relative died and I have little time or attention for most things, so things are sliding all across the board.
I might look at the page from time to time to distract myself but I can't promise my attention.
sorry
Sorry Akje. That's always sad. Things will get better.
@Silent Observer
I got to know by this evening if you are coming back or not.
I got to know by this evening if you are coming back or not.
Somewhere in the darkest pits of Hell, Hades, the Blood Goddess smiled. She turned to look into the sacrificial basin, knowing Dyleon was fully hers, mind, body and soul. She had stolen him from the good God of Heroes, Hal-Reftar, and made him her wholly devoted champion. Dyleon fell from the light, forever to drown in blood.
Through the magic of the basin, Sekaulla could see Darko at the place known as the Summit, where gods may walk upon the mortal plane. Hal was also there, causing her to laugh most mysteriously. "Ahh ha ha. What games are you playing Darko?" Perhaps she would pay the two a visit. Perhaps there would be god's blood shed. Sekaulla delighted in the anticipation.
"But first, your reward, my slave..." Diving through the pool, the goddess reappeared in another part of Hades, an upper echelon, a dry, grey plain of ruin. From her dripping robes, she brought forth a desperate and beating heart, and from it generated a body from magic, blood, and her will. The liquid mass that surrounded the goddess' body grew, swelling like an incoming tide, and swirled around herself and her subject. Dyleon awoke again, standing before Sekaulla herself. A pair of giant, female, red eyes pierced his soul with their light, burning into his mind as he looked at her, blood swirling high around them both like a tornado. He could not look away as his will was locked by her stare. Then, as he gasped in awe, helpless, her hand shot forth from the blood and stabbed deeply into his chest. It was a pain he had felt countless times before as she once again removed his heart to keep for her own. He would drop to his knees, as was proper before the divine, and the wound would close over, leaving him impervious and heartless.
Then, the eyes shrank, rising up and away from the werewolf to form the head of a massive dragon of blood. No wings marred the serpentine body of this amorphous being as it inexplicably rose into the air, traveling through a medium only accessible to a god. "You are in the realm of the dead, my servant, but you are not dead. Your thirst will be tempered here. Drench yourself in the blood of the denizens of Hell and absorb their power. Grow strong. It is my will to make you into a demigod." Long spikes and fangs began to ascend above into what appeared to be an infinite dim sky, and the dragon was yet growing. With a soul-tearing screech, it vanished, blending in with the blackness above. "I will be watching."
Sometime hence, a screech echoed over the Summit.
Through the magic of the basin, Sekaulla could see Darko at the place known as the Summit, where gods may walk upon the mortal plane. Hal was also there, causing her to laugh most mysteriously. "Ahh ha ha. What games are you playing Darko?" Perhaps she would pay the two a visit. Perhaps there would be god's blood shed. Sekaulla delighted in the anticipation.
"But first, your reward, my slave..." Diving through the pool, the goddess reappeared in another part of Hades, an upper echelon, a dry, grey plain of ruin. From her dripping robes, she brought forth a desperate and beating heart, and from it generated a body from magic, blood, and her will. The liquid mass that surrounded the goddess' body grew, swelling like an incoming tide, and swirled around herself and her subject. Dyleon awoke again, standing before Sekaulla herself. A pair of giant, female, red eyes pierced his soul with their light, burning into his mind as he looked at her, blood swirling high around them both like a tornado. He could not look away as his will was locked by her stare. Then, as he gasped in awe, helpless, her hand shot forth from the blood and stabbed deeply into his chest. It was a pain he had felt countless times before as she once again removed his heart to keep for her own. He would drop to his knees, as was proper before the divine, and the wound would close over, leaving him impervious and heartless.
Then, the eyes shrank, rising up and away from the werewolf to form the head of a massive dragon of blood. No wings marred the serpentine body of this amorphous being as it inexplicably rose into the air, traveling through a medium only accessible to a god. "You are in the realm of the dead, my servant, but you are not dead. Your thirst will be tempered here. Drench yourself in the blood of the denizens of Hell and absorb their power. Grow strong. It is my will to make you into a demigod." Long spikes and fangs began to ascend above into what appeared to be an infinite dim sky, and the dragon was yet growing. With a soul-tearing screech, it vanished, blending in with the blackness above. "I will be watching."
Sometime hence, a screech echoed over the Summit.
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