Hi. So I've asked Wiz to write out the glorious deaths of our several inactive vampires. So don't freak out if and when Kami might suddenly become a terrifying god of destruction, killing everything in sight. It's a good excuse for Kami to look really badass and scare the shit out of us. It doesn't mean everyone is going to die nor does it mean the vampires are going to lose the war... *cough* Although they might. I hope you like suspense.
Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 6211 (1.39 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Wraithblade6 12 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
6 yrs ago
Current
I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
7
likes
6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Chakan took one look at the Bonelord. "Bancrul... Is this some kind of a joke? Very well then, Darko. Throw whatever useless minions you want to be rid of before me and they will be destroyed. I'll waste every single one of them. Nothing is standing in my way."
Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth.
Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"
Chakan watched, unimpressed, as Bancrul slammed down his immense hammer. Certainly, he was great at splattering a dead horse, but to Chakan, the Bonelord was slow and witless. His strength would never get a chance to be used. She raised her swords and approached, discovering new strength and ease in her movements. She drew close enough to entice Bancrul into thinking he had a shot, and when he wound up for a swing, she attacked. There was no point in drawing this out. The elation that she might finally be close to getting her undying wish fueled her motivation. She closed inside the range of the hammer, nullifying its threat and infuriating the Bonelord. He'd have to abandon his grip and fight her with mere fists. On the way in, she furiously bashed his elbows with one blade, disrupting him, and then thrust her other blade through his skull mouth.
Bancrul of course would not be killed by this. He was undead himself. He punched her in the ribs and then grabbed her chest, squeezing from both sides to crush her. Her new armor provided substantial protection, but she had to finish him fast. Feeling the gift of power within her and trusting in her newly fortified weapons, she shouted a battlecry and struck with her free weapon, scissoring down the other blade to decapitate Bancrul at the jaw. Her swords had cut through bone and metal together, yet were completely undamaged. The Bonelord fell over backward as she stood over him. Chakan huffed and said somewhat sarcastically, "Will there be any further testing, master?"
Well what if wirebeast meets wirebeast? Who absorbs what then? You can't eat magic-eating. Also, are there any huge and obvious clues to his mystery weakness in his bio? It should at least be something someone like me could figure out.
Personally, I want to know if Mithias' vampire abilities count as "magic." Their supposed to be poorly understood supernatural, but non-magical powers. Like, is telekinesis magic? Is heat manipulation? What about shapechanging? And then I want to know if a life-drain/power-drain ability constitutes a consumable magic.
Explosions from levels above shook the corridors of the bunker like an earthquake and sounded like thunder. An alarm went off somewhere and the voices of Magnus and Julius began speaking over the intercoms. Mithias cursed under his breath. They had been found and damnit it was day! It was probably his and Bedivere's fault too, leading them right to the place. None of that could be changed now however. More than likely, the vampires would be able to resist whatever assault Soldier could afford to throw at them. He had no idea yet what was waiting for them outside, that the Purge had come in full force, with enough special weaponry and manpower to decimate the vampire ranks. Additionally, they had their general, Kami.
Mithias convened with the other oldbloods and headed to the hangar. Hale went with Ashlynn to show her the tunnel series that would take her safely to Kilo Point city, right under Soldier's nose. Apparently, Soldier hadn't discovered that exit yet. Julius remained higher up in the bunker base at the control room, running whatever mechanical or computerized defenses Magnus had. That vampire had a very strange and exceedingly useful gift, a control of machines and even computers. With that gift, his cybernetic body parts were probably also an advantage. Mithias had no idea how well the half-robotic vampire could fight, but hopefully, he'd never need to.
A sizable horde of immortals filled the hangar. Mithias scanned the available weapons and vehicles Magnus had acquired, either previous to the war or afterward, then he gasped in shock. There, in the middle of the hangar was the aircraft that justified the structure. "409" written in white block letters on its sides and belly, Mithias' old hover-fighter jet was parked. It had a few burn marks and scratches, and someone had managed to dent its nose with a bad landing job, but it was the same craft, the Nightinggale.
Mithias couldn't believe it. "Magnus!" He ran over to inspect the thing.
Magnus smirked.
"Magnus, you... You asshole! You stole my jet. ... How fortuitous." Mithias leap atop the thing and peered into the cockpit. "..." He shouted back down with a disgruntled frown. "There's ten minutes of fuel left!"
Magnus shouted back, "What did you want? Valet!?" Then got into his Beast.
Mithias heaved a sigh and muttered to himself, "Bloody hell. Hmm, I can take off, but not much more than that. Perhaps it will still be an advantage."
The doors opened and the army rushed out, counting on the element of surprise to escape the bunker without being blown up. The Beast roared forth. No way in Hell would Mithias have gotten in that ridiculous thing anyway. Not only was it high risk to put all the oldbloods in one location, but Magnus was driving.
Destructive sunlight and a mist of deadly Holy water mist met the army, which mostly consisted of fledglings, stifeling their charge. A weaker one spontaneously burst into flames amidst his peers, but the rest got out rapidly. They surged for the Purge ground forces and took their shoulder cannons to the tank walkers. Mithias started up Nightinggale.
Moments later, the black 409 shot out of the hangar a fairly unsafe speed. The high pitched cry of it's engines striking fear into anyone familiar with the sound. 8 mins.
Arching overhead, Mithias got a bird's eye view of the battlefield. He positioned the jet away from the peon vamps with rocketlaunchers and any Soldier fighters who may have had anti-aircraft and hovered a straife across a couple Shrine tanks. Missles fired, they exploded loud and dramatically aside the hulls of the shrines. Displeased that not enough damage was done, Mithias targeted the legs next, 5 mins.
One shrine fell, another was immobilized. 3 mins. The Nightinggale started to sputter and lose altitude. Alarms were blaring. Mithias was out of time. The craft was going to go down before the fuel timer reached 0. Fuck.
Aiming at the last shrine, he set the jet to fly with everything it had left, on a course to collide with the tank directly. G forces slammed him into the seat and at the last second, he pulled the emergency eject and propelled clear of the crash.
Floating far from the battle, Mithias shook his head and cut himself free of the seat and parachute as far from the ground as he dared. That took care of the Shrines.
Mithias convened with the other oldbloods and headed to the hangar. Hale went with Ashlynn to show her the tunnel series that would take her safely to Kilo Point city, right under Soldier's nose. Apparently, Soldier hadn't discovered that exit yet. Julius remained higher up in the bunker base at the control room, running whatever mechanical or computerized defenses Magnus had. That vampire had a very strange and exceedingly useful gift, a control of machines and even computers. With that gift, his cybernetic body parts were probably also an advantage. Mithias had no idea how well the half-robotic vampire could fight, but hopefully, he'd never need to.
A sizable horde of immortals filled the hangar. Mithias scanned the available weapons and vehicles Magnus had acquired, either previous to the war or afterward, then he gasped in shock. There, in the middle of the hangar was the aircraft that justified the structure. "409" written in white block letters on its sides and belly, Mithias' old hover-fighter jet was parked. It had a few burn marks and scratches, and someone had managed to dent its nose with a bad landing job, but it was the same craft, the Nightinggale.
Mithias couldn't believe it. "Magnus!" He ran over to inspect the thing.
Magnus smirked.
"Magnus, you... You asshole! You stole my jet. ... How fortuitous." Mithias leap atop the thing and peered into the cockpit. "..." He shouted back down with a disgruntled frown. "There's ten minutes of fuel left!"
Magnus shouted back, "What did you want? Valet!?" Then got into his Beast.
Mithias heaved a sigh and muttered to himself, "Bloody hell. Hmm, I can take off, but not much more than that. Perhaps it will still be an advantage."
The doors opened and the army rushed out, counting on the element of surprise to escape the bunker without being blown up. The Beast roared forth. No way in Hell would Mithias have gotten in that ridiculous thing anyway. Not only was it high risk to put all the oldbloods in one location, but Magnus was driving.
Destructive sunlight and a mist of deadly Holy water mist met the army, which mostly consisted of fledglings, stifeling their charge. A weaker one spontaneously burst into flames amidst his peers, but the rest got out rapidly. They surged for the Purge ground forces and took their shoulder cannons to the tank walkers. Mithias started up Nightinggale.
Moments later, the black 409 shot out of the hangar a fairly unsafe speed. The high pitched cry of it's engines striking fear into anyone familiar with the sound. 8 mins.
Arching overhead, Mithias got a bird's eye view of the battlefield. He positioned the jet away from the peon vamps with rocketlaunchers and any Soldier fighters who may have had anti-aircraft and hovered a straife across a couple Shrine tanks. Missles fired, they exploded loud and dramatically aside the hulls of the shrines. Displeased that not enough damage was done, Mithias targeted the legs next, 5 mins.
One shrine fell, another was immobilized. 3 mins. The Nightinggale started to sputter and lose altitude. Alarms were blaring. Mithias was out of time. The craft was going to go down before the fuel timer reached 0. Fuck.
Aiming at the last shrine, he set the jet to fly with everything it had left, on a course to collide with the tank directly. G forces slammed him into the seat and at the last second, he pulled the emergency eject and propelled clear of the crash.
Floating far from the battle, Mithias shook his head and cut himself free of the seat and parachute as far from the ground as he dared. That took care of the Shrines.
@Holding Coal
IMO, you can get along just fine without excessive power. Story is what is important.
IMO, you can get along just fine without excessive power. Story is what is important.
You can have that happen in your first post if you want. Lots of beings just portal in or mysteriously appear places. No explanations of how they got there.
@Holding Coal
Hell yes. Get in here. I think you are supposed to put up a CS for approval. Your language idea sounds fun. As far as where to start, I would advise you to drop by the coffee lounge... and don't drink ANYTHING Bob offers.
Hell yes. Get in here. I think you are supposed to put up a CS for approval. Your language idea sounds fun. As far as where to start, I would advise you to drop by the coffee lounge... and don't drink ANYTHING Bob offers.
Before Chakan could engage the bloody werecreature, the image of a scythe dropped hard out of nowhere and the familiar divine magic of her god, Darko, transported her to some other, far deeper, royal realm of Hades. She found herself down on a knee and her lord enthroned before her. Chakan gasped in shock. "Darko!"
Darko lifted her, and healed her wounds, restoring her strength. It was an unexpected gift, and the hardened female warrior could only stand confused and silent. She lifted her hands and looked down at them in amazement... and fear. Her lively beauty appeared to be restored! How cruel it would be for Darko to suddenly snatch it away from her... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to be impervious to his torture, but when she opened them again, her body had not changed. The god of Death was... sincere?? She looked at Darko next, an innocent expression that almost made her beautiful. Then, her face returned to her usual flat frown, and she stood, but she had been definitely shocked into listening.
Something extremely serious had happened. If Darko was asking this of her, then the situation was indeed dire. Chakan puzzled over what in the 9 hells and all the realms of existence could have precipitated him to do this. "You command me to lead your armies, to destroy this threat in the material realm?" She blinked as she considered the weight of what was going down. "And in exchange, you would be willing to end my immortality?" A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what the hell was going on.
Darko reassured her.
"I have your word?! My death will be paid for?" She knew the god was bound to keep his promises. She almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. Her pride fought with her feelings of gratitude. "Then yes, Darko. Yes! I will do as you ask, but do not deceive me!" She threatened. Although an uncontested warrior, Chakan was insolent. Even so, she was fully controllable due to her own relentless desire. "I will lead our armies and end whatever is this threat you speak of, for you know how great is my one desire. Let this be our trade, our deal made whole."
Darko lifted her, and healed her wounds, restoring her strength. It was an unexpected gift, and the hardened female warrior could only stand confused and silent. She lifted her hands and looked down at them in amazement... and fear. Her lively beauty appeared to be restored! How cruel it would be for Darko to suddenly snatch it away from her... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to be impervious to his torture, but when she opened them again, her body had not changed. The god of Death was... sincere?? She looked at Darko next, an innocent expression that almost made her beautiful. Then, her face returned to her usual flat frown, and she stood, but she had been definitely shocked into listening.
Something extremely serious had happened. If Darko was asking this of her, then the situation was indeed dire. Chakan puzzled over what in the 9 hells and all the realms of existence could have precipitated him to do this. "You command me to lead your armies, to destroy this threat in the material realm?" She blinked as she considered the weight of what was going down. "And in exchange, you would be willing to end my immortality?" A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what the hell was going on.
Darko reassured her.
"I have your word?! My death will be paid for?" She knew the god was bound to keep his promises. She almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. Her pride fought with her feelings of gratitude. "Then yes, Darko. Yes! I will do as you ask, but do not deceive me!" She threatened. Although an uncontested warrior, Chakan was insolent. Even so, she was fully controllable due to her own relentless desire. "I will lead our armies and end whatever is this threat you speak of, for you know how great is my one desire. Let this be our trade, our deal made whole."
© 2007-2026