"Alright. Fair enough." He blinked at them and sighed. "Bug? Where are you?"
Wraithblade6 said
"Alright. Fair enough." He blinked at them and sighed. "Bug? Where are you?"
Wraithblade6 said
Mithias attempts to dodge, but it's too late, the blade slices beside his head into his shoulder and cuts deep down his torso. Blood splatters and spills onto the ground. Mithias falls as his chest is mostly split asunder. In a puddle of blood, his body once again begin to reform. A pair of red glowing eyes appear first before everything else pulls itself together. The eyes are looking directly at Bug.
Wraithblade6 said
(I was waiting on tiny or you, but now I have something to reply to.)As the recently-augmented vampire walks away, he sees a strange glinting in the sky. Some kind of giant skyships, or spaceships, are taking position overhead, and they appear hostile. He sighs heavily and continues walking. "Whatever. Obliterate me one more freakin time. I don't even care."
thewizardguy said
((Hey, you figured out what forest you're in! Now you'll figure out why that was an INCREDIBLY bad idea.))Energy slices around you, and even the trunks of these ancient plants, hardened over the course of thousands of years, were cut through. Although too large to have been cut in half, which would no doubt have had devastating consequences for the surrounding area, the cuts are quite deep, sometimes penetrating several meters into the stone-like bark of which these plants consist. A deep red fluid resembling blood both in appearance and consistency leeks from the wound, and even as the first drop touches the canvas of green below, the consequences can be both felt and seen.The leaves that cover the floor change color, a wave of red spreading through across its base, even as screams echo through the landscape. Not in any voice, they rake into your brain directly, knives pulled along the inside of your skull, as the entire forest trembles with uncontrolled rage. The sound of thousands of screeches and roars tearing through physical air, seemingly emitted from the massive black holes in the ground. A presence, previously benign, screeches at you as the sky turns red, and, painfully visible as the roots pull closer to the trees, you can see hundreds of skeletons and fallen machinery lying, overgrown, disguised both by the comforting voice in your mind and the vast array of flora. Scuttling, scraping sounds, as the voices get closer. Glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, approaching fast. This is the last thing you see before the bio-luminescent lights go out, and everything turns black.The response from the many comms is both swift and relieving. "We're not here to fight you. I am Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor. I speak for the Galaxy Breaker Armada, and I give you a message of peace. Rather, we come to hold out the hand of friendship." As he speaks, about a hundred of the smaller ships transform, the faces shifting to the front as the smaller systems shift into arms and legs. Even as this occurs, hundreds of giant mechs the size of small houses crash to the surface, fighter pilots. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. Our sensors show Daemonborn activity. We saw your victory, but that won't last long. Daemondborn are immortal unless you deal with the Daemon Ring." Already many of the robots are busy grabbing the unconcious bodies of the clones.
thewizardguy said
((Hey, you figured out what forest you're in! Now you'll figure out why that was an INCREDIBLY bad idea.))Energy slices around you, and even the trunks of these ancient plants, hardened over the course of thousands of years, were cut through. Although too large to have been cut in half, which would no doubt have had devastating consequences for the surrounding area, the cuts are quite deep, sometimes penetrating several meters into the stone-like bark of which these plants consist. A deep red fluid resembling blood both in appearance and consistency leeks from the wound, and even as the first drop touches the canvas of green below, the consequences can be both felt and seen.The leaves that cover the floor change color, a wave of red spreading through across its base, even as screams echo through the landscape. Not in any voice, they rake into your brain directly, knives pulled along the inside of your skull, as the entire forest trembles with uncontrolled rage. The sound of thousands of screeches and roars tearing through physical air, seemingly emitted from the massive black holes in the ground. A presence, previously benign, screeches at you as the sky turns red, and, painfully visible as the roots pull closer to the trees, you can see hundreds of skeletons and fallen machinery lying, overgrown, disguised both by the comforting voice in your mind and the vast array of flora. Scuttling, scraping sounds, as the voices get closer. Glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, approaching fast. This is the last thing you see before the bio-luminescent lights go out, and everything turns black.The response from the many comms is both swift and relieving. "We're not here to fight you. I am Lord Genome, the Spiral Emperor. I speak for the Galaxy Breaker Armada, and I give you a message of peace. Rather, we come to hold out the hand of friendship." As he speaks, about a hundred of the smaller ships transform, the faces shifting to the front as the smaller systems shift into arms and legs. Even as this occurs, hundreds of giant mechs the size of small houses crash to the surface, fighter pilots. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. Our sensors show Daemonborn activity. We saw your victory, but that won't last long. Daemondborn are immortal unless you deal with the Daemon Ring." Already many of the robots are busy grabbing the unconcious bodies of the clones.