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Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Can we get some post up in here? Or at least can I get an update on who is doing what, so I know if we still have anybody playing?

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Flamelord You comin back?

HCL V: insert witty title here

Ilyndriel went to Michael's feet and picked up Jeffrey, as he was now called. Seeing that the baby thing was unsettled by all the yelling she began coddling him, softly humming a melody much like a lullaby. Her voice seemed to soothe the tensions in the room and calm everyone. She smiled at Minx and Kevin. "Love in all its forms is sacred."

"I wonder what you will be when you grow up?" She said to the wormy creature.

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@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking@thewizardguy

Damien heard the rustle of the air as it moved aside for the sizable demon. He afforded a glance behind him to see his initial suspicion was true, that Firebrand was going to kill him. ...but no, Damien was not given an excuse to face his magnificent god in the underworld, not yet. The half grin on the creature's beak assured him of that, and the human kept his suspicions to himself.

Damien quickly remembered he still had Firebrand's magic talisman around his neck. "Ah! Of course, your magical focus. Forgive me, my lord." Quickly, Damien removed it and handed it over. "You have saved my wretched life, allowing me the chance to make something of myself in Asmodeus' eyes. I will not soon forget it." He seemed almost unhappy about having lived. The youthful looking caster bowed, then looked skeptically at the demon for a moment. His very human looking brown eyes scanning Firebrand's face almost fearfully. Finally he spoke. "I am not certain I understand what you speak of. I am, unfortunately, still a mere mortal, and I lack the sensitivity of greater beings such as yourself. I feel I must..." Damien's fingers slipped into his pocket on one side and he let his sentence trail off as he brought out a star-shaped metal icon. Seemingly lost in thought for a moment, he seemed to be having a mental conversation and nodded to himself. "I must investiagte this. It is the will of my lord to intervene, although there is much I do not yet understand. He will reveal it to me when he sees fit." He put the star back in his pocket and gazed out upward over the immediate area of recent battle. "But first, there are souls to guide."

Lifting his hands into the air above them, Damien called upon his power with mere force of will. Hundreds of faint lights flashed all around them, the lost souls of the newly dead. Damien spoke some strange words, and they swirled around. Then it was done. He had sent them to hell.

In the backround, Threek proceeded to make sure the remains of Winnepeg knew who its master was.

Damien put his arms down and the light faded from his eyes. He glanced at Firebrand beside him and noticed his green bag, but said nothing. "Asmodeus rewards those who show their loyalty. Would you tell me, my devil friend, what is it you sensed, and where must we go to find it?

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@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Absolis@Gentlemanvaultboy

Just as Threek was about to cast his spell, things started blowing up. The two planes were bombarding the area and generating too much smoke and chaos for effective spell casting. With the view between himself and Threek obscured, Damien took the opportunity to relocate, in case Threek's glowing demon-shadow spell was still going to fire off.

In a way, the loss of normal vision due to clouds of dust was an advantage for Damien, for for he had a gift that was unique to him. Not even among necromancers did any possess the ability to visibly see souls, but Damien could, ever since childhood, and it worked through walls, trees, down into the ground, and of course through dust. From his coveted vantage, he saw where Threek went and where Viral went (and possibly Mortanius). He saw the two come in contact with one another before the beastman went off with the planes, and through a break in the clouds, Damien also witnessed that Enki had miraculously been carted off.

The dust was settling fast, and all that remained were Firebrand, Threek, and himself... and possibly some surviving fighters... who were probably fleeing for their lives at this point. Damien stepped out from behind a building holding a bit of his robe over his nose and mouth. "Viral has escaped." He told the armored demon who had so recently been thrown to the ground. "Two airships carried him and his construct off. I know not who they are or where they are going, but for now, Viral has been stopped. I'm not capable of following them, but I am certain they will return." Damien began walking away in a seemingly random direction. All he said then was, "I need to convene with my master." Where the hell was Vulga anyway? No worse for wear, the darkhearted human would find a quiet place to contact Vulga nearby. He didn't say Firebrand couldn't come along.

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Damien Varomere

- Character Sheet:
Name: Damien Varomere
Appearance:



Backstory: Damien was left as a baby at the doorstep of a church that was also an orphanage. A tag in his crib had his full name, but such a family wasn't known in those lands. He was found to be gifted with magical ability as a child, which was uncommon, but what was even stranger was that his power seemed to revolve around the domain of death. The caretakers and clergy of course tried to ween him away from this, exorcise him, and even beat it out of him, but the best they could accomplish was to force him to conform to the best of his ability. Damien didn't hate the people that raised him, but he became convinced that he would never been understood or accepted. Something was wrong with him, and he would never be trusted or fit in.

Depression and desperation seemed hit lot, until he barely came of age and met a young woman who was completely different. Sariel was a cleric, an evangelist, an angel. She showed him the good faith in a whole new light, and Damien feel hard for her. Finally, he found acceptance in someone and could open up and begin to believe that even he could do good. And then she was murdered.

Spiralling quickly into despair and rage, he would have killed himself except for the fact he wanted vengeance so badly. Damien retreated in his grief into his home, their home, and secretly turned to the only forces he knew that would hear him and grant his heart's murderous desire. Fuck the holy gods, for this is their idea of hope and reward. Damien yearned for the coming of Asmodeus' tyrannical order, for the comfort of a cut and dry contract, for a powerful deity that held to his word. In hell, he would throw in his lot, and let this chaotic joke that is life burn.

Shortly after his nightly prayers had begun, he found her wedding ring for sale on a random peddler's jewelry stand, and then he knew it was a gift, a sign. Possessively, he took it form the peddler, refusing to pay, and nearly got into it with the street guards, but he would die before he ever let that ring leave his person. He would find the person who had taken that ring off her finger. To this day, he wears it on a cord around his neck.

Personality: Damien has become cold and unfeeling for the most part. He is fully devoted to evil and the cause of his infernal lords. He looks to them for guidance, for their commands, and works to bring about the return of Asmodeus to the material plane where he will rule all of existence forever, as it should be. He is ironically obsessed with the ring he keeps around his neck and never parts with it. He generally never talks about it.

Abilities:

Damien's magic is basically Pathfinder necromancer spells equivalent to high level. However, I'm going to give him some additional abilities.

He can see souls, even through walls, whether they are inside a body or not. If a soul is outside of a body, such as with a ghost, he can "do things" to it. That might include destroying it, binding it, putting it into a new body, torturing it, or whatever. If an enemy is dying or unconscious, Damien can try to tear out its soul.

Damien can phase into the spectral realm, allowing him to interact with the "shadow" realm and also making his body half-ethereal. This would lessen any physical or magical damage he might take on the material plane. By fully shifting into the spectral world, he could walk through walls and reappear on the other side, etc.

Lightning bolt spell.

Resistance to cold. Cold skin.

Weakness are that he is not totally mentally stable and can't take much physical punishment.

Equipment: A personal sword, if ever he might need one. Robe with a hood, travelling gear, unholy symbol, other minor items.

Theme Song:

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In the mountains!

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@thewizardguy

Mithias nodded to Dave in acknowledgement of his introduction and continued to hold his finger aloft. Vulkan's expression became grave, yet the vampire held his offer open patiently. Only the blood itself could tell Vulkan what he really wanted to know, and it was not something that could be discovered in a lab. Mithias remained silent and straight faced as Vulkan spoke, for he too was serious.

When Vulkan tasted the blood sample, he wasn't the only one affected. For a second, Mithias was able to sense the giant's life force, and it was immense. His lips parted in quiet awe as he watched. Satisfied with the reaction he saw, Mithias in kind ate the cookie he had been holding. A few crumbs tumbled to the floor. Mithias had all but forgotten what food tasted like. It was... sweet, but not only in flavor. Kindness had been baked into that treat, or perhaps it was the ex-human's imagination. Nevertheless, he felt like it was so.

Inhaling sharply, Mithias straightened. Just as he had promised, no harm had been done to the primarch, and now he could respond. "It will be as you say. For the duration of this war, we are allies and you are my commander, nothing more and nothing less." He spoke flatly, professionally. "Take another blood sample from me for your scientists if you must, although I doubt you will learn much more." Mithias knew he in no position to stop them anyhow, for as much as he was currently a part of the Imperial army, he was also partly a refugee and a captive. That fact didn't need to be given voice however.

Vulkan left and Dave spoke up. Together they went through a portal to the armory, probably one of numerous armories. To Mithias, the weapons were large and fantastical. Most of them were fit for the huge hulking metal-clad beasts that once claimed to be mere humans that staffed much of the Imperial territory. They were unbelieveably powerful and amazing, but clearly made for a melee combatant with heavy armor. Although it would amplify his strength to untold level, the gauntlet would ruin the vampire's dexterity. The chainsaw swords were heavy and slow and definitely not Mithias' thing. Frowning the vampire glanced his yellow eyes at Dave and kept walking, searching for something he could potentially make use of. He ended up taking two energy swords to replace his own and strapped a fairly sizeable bolter gun to his back.

"Implants?" Mithias asked as he was figuring out how to carry the gun on his person. "So, your people are chimeras? I suppose that's a better term than Frankenstein monsters. Wait a minute...." Mithias froze and looked up woth a heavily quirked eyebrow. He whispered mostly to himself, "...what the hell is a 'Franken...' erm, you know what? Nevermind. Sometimes I say things that even I don't remember where it came from." He went back to examining the weapon. "Dave. Give me an update on what's going on outside. Have Alucard or those creatures shown up anywhere since my arrival?" I am also ready to meet your men." Mithias got up and stood in front of Dave, looking upward at him. "Hey, I've got some pretty powerful telekinesis and I can start fires. Don't judge me for my size."

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@Gentlemanvaultboy@supertinyking@thewizardguy

"May the glory of the Prince of Hell be reflected in your victory." Damien stepped aside as Firebrand and Viral fought, uttering his blessing. The blue-haired girl seemed to have heeded his words, taking no further offensive action, and so Damien reduced his immediate threat to her, keeping an eye on her nonetheless.

But the immediate area was still chaotic, much to the necromancer's displeasure. He longed to reconvene with his immediate superior, Vulga, for further orders, but of course it was not the position of the slave to keep tabs on the master. Damien understood that Vulga would show up when he wished to, not when summoned. For now, he would retain his place on the sideline, in admiration of Firebrand's power, biding his time.

Just as Viral had finally fallen, pleading for death, Damien was denied the satisfaction of watching the fatal conclusion of that little show. Another sorcerer had suddenly shown up in defense of the dying bandit lord. The young human watched with perturbed alarm as Firebrand redirected his final ball of flame toward Threek instead of incinerating Viral once and for all.

Damien stood facing the rat-mage, sword in hand, with a grimace across his face as Firebrand landed next to him. He responded quickly, "He's a magic user of some kind, and he's targeting us! I don't know what he's capable of, but I doubt he has any idea what I am capable of either." Damien's eyes glowed and he lifted his hands quickly, attempting to counter whatever Threek was about to cast upon them.

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Let me just say, nobody is as useless as the Alliance.