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Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Sorry for the delay. Got pulled out to a BBQ, and then burned my forearm so that was a few hours of fun.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Jolting at the loud proclamation that challenged the bearers of light, Ihosha stared wide-eyed at Aiv for a few moments. Its skin crawled at the declaration and its hands tightened around the staff, trying to ignore the unsettling sensation. Glancing worriedly at the southern passage and hoping nothing had been disturbed there, they wound up sighing in relief as the lights continued to flicker softly from above. Ignoring the remark from Dwyn, Ihosha instead shuffled up towards the northern passage to try and get a better look at whatever was approaching them.

Eyes widening in surprise at the twisted bodies that lumbered towards them, Ihosha felt the urge to run well up for a moment as every little detail in the dark revealed themselves. It disappeared quickly though, fading with the initial surprise, especially as one of the “leaders” began to speak. The others? Were they not the first of Nera’s chosen? Or did he refer to the mutilated shamblers that seemed to be the fodder they left?

Musing time was interrupted as a familiar, if unwelcome, sound filled the chamber before the walls seemed to rumble slightly at the impact. Ignoring the others and focusing on the lantern bearer’s actions instead, Ihosha cursed under its breath as the result of her clumsy attack seemed to just be two slightly smaller, if no less dangerous creatures. “Gah!” A bit annoyed, Ihosha could only hope that the others didn’t tire as quickly as the clumsy one if they fought more carefully.

For now, Ihosha wanted to make sure that the lanterns didn’t work at a range though, or this would just be an uphill battle against the odds. Grimacing as the third eye cracked open, it became easy to count just how many lantern holders there were as each lantern lit up with the faint aura of magic. With a muttered prayer, Ihosha tugged on the small well of energy it could feel and focused on one of the lanterns.

Once again their third eye felt drowned in the presence of the light, how dim it might've been in reality, causing them quite an accute pain. But the number became clear in that split moment. Indeed, five of the lanterns remained, with only the faint trail of pale light signifying a destroyed other laying somewhere among the shifting and writhing forms. The smoke itself seemed to have some source of magic seperate to the light, interestingly enough. And in the final glimpses of the short second of vision, they also witnessed another peculiar thing. A darkness loomed within these beings, like a parasite having united with their flesh. It was not a physical thing, nor was it entirely magical either, existing among the bodies and flowing throughout them. It was like an emptiness, a void almost. These 'things' felt oddly familiar, somehow. Was this extra detail granted because of their dark gift? Only more questions, but so little time to ascern them.

Closing shut, the eye began to bleed some sable-colored blood again, throbbing from the painful exposure to direct light. It might take a moment for her to recover and use such a power again. Ihosha would feel a slight weariness overcome them from tapping into the truer potential of the ability, but not enough to deter them from doing anything else in the upcoming moments.

A strange feeling soon came across them, like they were being watched themselves. The extra perceptivity was not the only result of using the eye, it would seem. Though what that exactly meant was beyond them.

Hissing, Ihosha planted the staff against the floor as they reached and up and clutched at their forehead. Trying their best to ignore the warmth that flowed through their fingers, Ihosha coughed and called out, "One's down, just five le-"

Freezing mid-sentence at the odd sensation of being observed, Ihosha felt goosebumps form all over their body as a shiver raced up their spine. Twitching nervously as they pushed off the staff to fully stand, Ihosha took a few unsteady steps forward before she joined the others by the north passage and gripped the staff tightly, ready to fight against the horde. "Smoke and light are both magic..." Ihosha informed the others, albiet it wasn't as helpful as they hoped. They'd need to take a longer look to actually discern what each did, and Ihosha really didn't want to feel that dreadful sensation again...

"They seem empty as well. Consumed by blight?" Ihosha's muttering sounded uncertain as their grip shifted on the staff, waiting for the horde to draw close enough. "I can try to find out more, but can you "whole ones" hold them? The lanterns will revive any fodder you kill if you tire yourselves on them."

Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

@Pleek

Nodding in satisfaction as he watched a distant demon lose its wings, Udrac rolled his shoulders and sighed as the red glow began to recede within him. Taking a moment of calm to resurvey the city, he was quite impressed with the architecture, even if it was quite ruined. He couldn’t remember ever standing atop a building as high as this before; why he could see the very edges of this city from his vantage point.

Of course it also let him see the rampaging demons tearing their way through the city streets below. So small and truly numerous from where he stood, Udrac felt his blood boil as he clenched his fist and hurled another blast downwards. It detonated in the middle of a street, surprising some of the vermin, and giving the fleeing humans a few precious seconds. Hopefully that would be enough. While he longed to descend down and feel the crack of bone against his fists, providing overwatch from his current position was proving to be much more helpful.

Blinking in surprise as a sudden explosion in the air caught his attention, Udrac tilted his head as the injured condor-demon screeched like… well a demon. Grunting as he hurled another blast at the distracted monster, he nodded in satisfaction as the resulting detonation sheared an injured wing clear of the beast’s body and sent it tumbling down towards the ground.

Only then did he become aware of the small silhouette that fell towards a building from the felled demon. “Oh no,” he murmured gravely before he backed up enough to get a running leap and jumped across the gap between the buildings. Cracking the concrete as he skidded to a halt, Udrac hurried over to the edge and grabbed the man’s arm. Heaving him onto the rooftop with casual ease, he smoothed out the man’s suit quickly before looking him up and down before nodding. “Good, you are unhurt, yes?”

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

To Septim’s surprise, his intent to side step the panicked counter of the creature manifested in a slightly disorienting manner. One moment he was about to take a step, and the next he was simply a few meters to the right of where he had been. Blinking in surprise as he felt the mark on his hand pulse with a faint warmth, he hummed in surprise as the creature rolled past him aimlessly.

Ignoring it in favor of giving chase to the three, Septim blinked in surprise as he almost stumbled instead. His body felt lighter and faster than what he was used to, and he quickly looked towards Mable who was cheering by the stands. Perceptive eyes noted the soft glow that seemed to come from her hand as she danced about, but he filed it as something to be discussed with everyone here at a later time.

That moment of distraction seemed to be enough for the spiderbreed to leap and drop the ball into the basket. Lowering his weapons and standing straight as the challenge ended rather abruptly, he was admittedly… a bit disappointed? That hadn’t been much of a challenge if Septim compared it to other Marks he had faced before. Letting the manifestations disappear into motes of light, he rubbed at the back of his neck as he approached the chest Mable was already marvelling over. About to ask what laid within, he stopped quickly as the girl’s appearance distorted before disappearing inside.

Blinking in surprise at the notion of a bottomless chest, Septim was a bit in awe of earning one so easily. It seemed a bit cumbersome to carry around, but such a thing would have been an artifact of great value back home. Doing his part in loading the chest with their kills, he glanced at the draconic being that decided to reveal itself now for a moment before following Mable back up the tunnel towards the surface.

Ignoring the crowd for a moment after he stepped back into the light, Septim cocked his head instead as a faint rumbling reached his ears. Looking back at the wall as the sound grew louder, he couldn’t have imagined the formation of a river as their prize for victory. Staring at the flow of fresh water for a few moments, his mind processed the new information before he turned towards the other marked.

“We need to have a team meeting. Now. Also, my name’s Septim to those I haven’t introduced myself to yet.”

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

@RyuShura Is there anything happening with the south side lights?

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Not your average doggo

Ahrim Mustalph

Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Psi-Wolf

Class: Pack Leader
Appearance: Resembling a canine, Ahrim’s new form is substantially larger than any wolf from modern Earth. About 1.3m at the shoulders and 2m from base of tail to head, he is quite heavy at nearly 350lbs. The fur on his back and lower body is rather smooth and pleasant to the touch, if a bit messy. The three flaps that extend from his head normally lay flat against him, but move freely when the tendrils are projected. His tail is quite long, extending over 2m in length, and is both dexterous and strong enough to hold things fairly easily.

Notable Traits: His entire appearance is basically impossible to miss. Three orange tendrils can extend from the three flaps on his shoulders and back, and drift behind him until directed. The numerous eye-like pieces that adorn various parts of his body also blink at random, though they don’t seem to be functional for providing sight.

Belongings: Nothing really.

Abilities: Ahrim seems to have a very limited access to a specialized school of summoning magic. At the moment he can conjure up wispy forms of wolf-like creatures immediately around him. They bite and claw at enemies briefly before fading, allowing him a slight increase in melee effectiveness.

In addition to that, he can form telepathic links with other people by tapping them with one of the three tendrils he can generate. While the range is not unlimited, it does allow him to act as a communication hub for up to three others.

Supernatural abilities aside, he’s a decent blend of agile and strong, making him a rather decent combatant in close quarters even without his strange magic. While his ranged abilities are limited to flicking projectiles with his tail, Ahrim doesn’t seem to have much trouble aiming with those either.

Beyond that, his new body is well suited for tracking and chasing down targets in all manners of terrain. His senses are odd though… sharper and dulled at the same time. They fade from his awareness when he doesn’t pay attention on them, and it’s most noticeable for his sense of smell. Makes falling asleep incredibly easy, but he’s also one of the heaviest and most unaware sleepers.

Personality: A thrill seeker, Ahrim has always been a rather boisterous and reckless person. Though he’s not particularly charismatic, he is the type to go first and lead through example. A very physically active person, he enjoys playing sports or going for a hike over spending an afternoon in a coffee shop.

Not particularly introspective, he works surprisingly well with others that share a mindset of getting things done. He realizes he doesn’t like to think in terms of the big picture, and gladly allows others to take over that position, but chaffs easily under meticulous planning and strategy. Keep things simple for him, and he’ll find a way to make things work; he doesn’t need or care to hear extraneous details.

Adapting to his new shape has been… rather tasking for Ahrim. He’s always been rather sure-footed, but that was with two legs and no tail to worry about. It doesn’t seem to bother him in combat, but when walking around in the city, he’s a bit clumsy. It’s also a bit disconcerting for him to not be able to make facial expressions or gestures with his hands, so he can come off as stilted or a bit awkward when he speaks. The fact that he’s limited to telepathic speech does not help this in the slightest.

History: A fairly uninteresting story that’s probably fairly common, save the age at which it ended. He grew up in a middling household with parents that tried their best to make ends meet for him and his brother. He spent many afternoons running around the neighborhood with his friends, and grew up with a love for being outdoors and on the move.

Throughout his school life, Ahrim participated heavily in track and field and consistently had a good showing. It didn’t cost much to practice, and he was blessed enough to hold some talent and physique in the activity. Putting in the effort to study and keep his academics somewhat decent allowed him to aim for a scholarship as well.

Things were looking good. A scholarship in processing, strong showings at recent track meets, and a family that was proud of him. Ahrim couldn’t have asked for more. Which made the sudden diagnosis of brain cancer all the harder to accept.

It didn’t advance particularly fast, but proved to be rather persistent and hard to treat. Whittling away at Ahrim’s health over the years until he was forced to remain in the hospital. It took most of that time for him to finally come to terms that his condition was most likely fatal, and it only took a few days in terminal care before he asked for the plug to be pulled. He could barely stay awake now, and there wasn’t any hope left in him. What little time he had left would probably on hurt his family. The sooner he passed on, the sooner they could start to move on. Or so he hoped.

Ahrim wasn’t too sure if he was being punished when he next awoke. He had never been particularly religious, but why else would he have woken as a god damned beast?!? Well… that wasn’t entirely accurate, he could still remember the life he’d lived and his intelligence didn’t seem all that diminished either. Still… what the hell was he supposed to do now?

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Geez, it's been a week already. I'll post by tomorrow.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Not your average doggo

Ahrim Mustalph

Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Psi-Wolf

Class: Pack Leader
Appearance: Resembling a canine, Ahrim’s new form is substantially larger than any wolf from modern Earth. About 1.3m at the shoulders and 2m from base of tail to head, he is quite heavy at nearly 350lbs. The fur on his back and lower body is rather smooth and pleasant to the touch, if a bit messy. The three flaps that extend from his head normally lay flat against him, but move freely when the tendrils are projected. His tail is quite long, extending over 2m in length, and is both dexterous and strong enough to hold things fairly easily.

Notable Traits: His entire appearance is basically impossible to miss. Three orange tendrils can extend from the three flaps on his shoulders and back, and drift behind him until directed. The numerous eye-like pieces that adorn various parts of his body also blink at random, though they don’t seem to be functional for providing sight.

Belongings: Nothing really.

Abilities: Ahrim seems to have a very limited access to a specialized school of summoning magic. At the moment he can conjure up wispy forms of wolf-like creatures immediately around him. They bite and claw at enemies briefly before fading, allowing him a slight increase in melee effectiveness.

In addition to that, he can form telepathic links with other people by tapping them with one of the three tendrils he can generate. While the range is not unlimited, it does allow him to act as a communication hub for up to three others.

Supernatural abilities aside, he’s a decent blend of agile and strong, making him a rather decent combatant in close quarters even without his strange magic. While his ranged abilities are limited to flicking projectiles with his tail, Ahrim doesn’t seem to have much trouble aiming with those either.

Beyond that, his new body is well suited for tracking and chasing down targets in all manners of terrain. His senses are odd though… sharper and dulled at the same time. They fade from his awareness when he doesn’t pay attention on them, and it’s most noticeable for his sense of smell. Makes falling asleep incredibly easy, but he’s also one of the heaviest and most unaware sleepers.

Personality: A thrill seeker, Ahrim has always been a rather boisterous and reckless person. Though he’s not particularly charismatic, he is the type to go first and lead through example. A very physically active person, he enjoys playing sports or going for a hike over spending an afternoon in a coffee shop.

Not particularly introspective, he works surprisingly well with others that share a mindset of getting things done. He realizes he doesn’t like to think in terms of the big picture, and gladly allows others to take over that position, but chaffs easily under meticulous planning and strategy. Keep things simple for him, and he’ll find a way to make things work; he doesn’t need or care to hear extraneous details.

Adapting to his new shape has been… rather tasking for Ahrim. He’s always been rather sure-footed, but that was with two legs and no tail to worry about. It doesn’t seem to bother him in combat, but when walking around in the city, he’s a bit clumsy. It’s also a bit disconcerting for him to not be able to make facial expressions or gestures with his hands, so he can come off as stilted or a bit awkward when he speaks. The fact that he’s limited to telepathic speech does not help this in the slightest.

History: A fairly uninteresting story that’s probably fairly common, save the age at which it ended. He grew up in a middling household with parents that tried their best to make ends meet for him and his brother. He spent many afternoons running around the neighborhood with his friends, and grew up with a love for being outdoors and on the move.

Throughout his school life, Ahrim participated heavily in track and field and consistently had a good showing. It didn’t cost much to practice, and he was blessed enough to hold some talent and physique in the activity. Putting in the effort to study and keep his academics somewhat decent allowed him to aim for a scholarship as well.

Things were looking good. A scholarship in processing, strong showings at recent track meets, and a family that was proud of him. Ahrim couldn’t have asked for more. Which made the sudden diagnosis of brain cancer all the harder to accept.

It didn’t advance particularly fast, but proved to be rather persistent and hard to treat. Whittling away at Ahrim’s health over the years until he was forced to remain in the hospital. It took most of that time for him to finally come to terms that his condition was most likely fatal, and it only took a few days in terminal care before he asked for the plug to be pulled. He could barely stay awake now, and there wasn’t any hope left in him. What little time he had left would probably on hurt his family. The sooner he passed on, the sooner they could start to move on. Or so he hoped.

Ahrim wasn’t too sure if he was being punished when he next awoke. He had never been particularly religious, but why else would he have woken as a god damned beast?!? Well… that wasn’t entirely accurate, he could still remember the life he’d lived and his intelligence didn’t seem all that diminished either. Still… what the hell was he supposed to do now?

I figure I can expand the history to him meeting some friendly ranger or something if necessary,

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

@Zombehs I like the idea, but I'm not sure on the picture. It appears futuristic, which would make it seem out of place compared to the fantasy setting.

@Poi

Yeah, finding something fantasy-esque, but constructed was a pain. Would something like this be more appropriate?

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Not done yet

Ahrim Mustalph

Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Canine Construct

Class: Pack Leader
Appearance: Fairly large, Ahrim’s new form is about 1.3m tall at the shoulder and almost 2.5m in length. He doesn’t weigh as much as his size and construction would have people assume though, only 250 lbs or so. Numerous weapon sheathes are located around his body, allowing for a whole number of knives and other small blades to be carried with ease.

Notable Traits: His entire appearance is basically impossible to miss. The central visor flashes a variety of colors dependant on Ahrim’s emotional state, and his whip-like tail seems just as dexterous as any hand, albeit a three-fingered one.

Belongings: Lots of knives in all sorts of shapes. Throwing knives, daggers, Bowie knifes. Literally the works.

Abilities: Ahrim seems to have a very limited access to a specialized school of summoning magic. At the moment he can conjure up wispy forms of wolf-like creatures immediately around him. They bite and claw at enemies briefly before fading, allowing him a slight increase in melee effectiveness.

Supernatural abilities aside, his body seems to slowly regenerate on its own despite being inorganic and constructed. He’s a decent blend of agile and strong, making him a rather decent combatant in close quarters even without his strange magic. While his ranged abilities are limited to flicking projectiles with his tail, Ahrim doesn’t seem to have much trouble aiming with those either.

Beyond that, his new body is well suited for tracking and chasing down targets in all manners of terrain. His senses are odd though… sharper and dulled at the same time. They fade from his awareness when he doesn’t pay attention on them, and it’s most noticeable for his sense of smell. Makes falling asleep incredibly easy, but he’s also one of the heaviest and most unaware sleepers.

Personality: A thrill seeker, Ahrim has always been a rather boisterous and reckless person. Though he’s not particularly charismatic, he is the type to go first and lead through example. A very physically active person, he enjoys playing sports or going for a hike over spending an afternoon in a coffee shop.

Not particularly introspective, he works surprisingly well with others that share a mindset of getting things done. He realizes he doesn’t like to think in terms of the big picture, and gladly allows others to take over that position, but chaffs easily under meticulous planning and strategy. Keep things simple for him, and he’ll find a way to make things work; he doesn’t need or care to hear extraneous details.

Adapting to his new shape has been… rather tasking for Ahrim. He’s always been rather sure-footed, but that was with two legs and no tail to worry about. It doesn’t seem to bother him in combat, but when walking around in the city, he’s a bit clumsy. It’s also a bit disconcerting for him to not be able to make facial expressions or gestures with his hands, so he can come off as stilted or a bit awkward when he speaks.

History: Essentially your character's upbringing, and what little time they've experienced in the "afterlife."

Other: Anything else not mentioned.

Not done yet, but I figure getting an ok for what is finished is probably important...