I'm not much of a fan for using stats, but considering this is a sort of universe that can be expanded and solidified on a solid resource (wiki), I might consider bringing in my Kallathani or Hydran race concepts... or heck, something else. I'll watch and see if I'm still interested when a few more people get on board.
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Seeya next week, Guild. Signing off.
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Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Subbed in case this turns in an interesting direction.
Hello. I am very warped right now, must have something to do with being a portal...
Or perhaps, the gatekeeper...?
...Er, welcome!
Or perhaps, the gatekeeper...?
...Er, welcome!
Throw me a mention if this boots back up.
Artholath ran with the force of blind demonic instinct. Yet those instincts failed him when a massive force crashed into him, both physical and magical in nature.
The assault left him no time to react, and Artholath was thrown by the impact into the ground, smack between two enemies. Strong ones.
"Damn you for this trap Chandon!" he snarled out loud in wheezing breaths in the moments before he would be assaulted again. It was obvious this group not only had a target that was more than the average prey, but defenses that were many times more potent than a single middle-class demon such as himself would be able to handle. He would have never come had he known of this result.
He had only one option open, and it was a most undesirable one. He lacked the power to fight two enemies on a roll, and was stuck between them in a tight alley - a sure sign of defeat. He would have to use the most extreme option; one of Pyrrhic victory, for though he might escape and leave his enemies a little worse off, he would be hard pressed to survive.
Yet as in all cases, Artholath was willing to take the most bleak way out of immediate destruction. Even with the lack of possibility for his survival.
He concentrated his energies quickly, abandoning limbs in favor of a solid mass of energy filling his demonic chest, making it glow a deep blue color and dropping the temperature of the alley many degrees.
Then he literally exploded, his focus causing his form to be shred and in the center blown to pieces, ice particles and raw cold streaks of blue flying in all directions, and above it all, a deep blue shimmering substance that began to quickly disperse throughout the alley.
And then, a small crater in the ground, demonic parts littering the alley, and a light blue mist that slowly spread and vanished across the alley were all that remained of him.
The assault left him no time to react, and Artholath was thrown by the impact into the ground, smack between two enemies. Strong ones.
"Damn you for this trap Chandon!" he snarled out loud in wheezing breaths in the moments before he would be assaulted again. It was obvious this group not only had a target that was more than the average prey, but defenses that were many times more potent than a single middle-class demon such as himself would be able to handle. He would have never come had he known of this result.
He had only one option open, and it was a most undesirable one. He lacked the power to fight two enemies on a roll, and was stuck between them in a tight alley - a sure sign of defeat. He would have to use the most extreme option; one of Pyrrhic victory, for though he might escape and leave his enemies a little worse off, he would be hard pressed to survive.
Yet as in all cases, Artholath was willing to take the most bleak way out of immediate destruction. Even with the lack of possibility for his survival.
He concentrated his energies quickly, abandoning limbs in favor of a solid mass of energy filling his demonic chest, making it glow a deep blue color and dropping the temperature of the alley many degrees.
Then he literally exploded, his focus causing his form to be shred and in the center blown to pieces, ice particles and raw cold streaks of blue flying in all directions, and above it all, a deep blue shimmering substance that began to quickly disperse throughout the alley.
And then, a small crater in the ground, demonic parts littering the alley, and a light blue mist that slowly spread and vanished across the alley were all that remained of him.
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Oh no not ArenaSnow! RUN AWAAAAY.
I typically come back. Behind you, in fact.
At least you can still see me if you don't run.
I would be in favor. It's a primary question of mine when I consider joining something.
My, the situation does look dire :)
I'm not even sure Artholath's sponsor would even bother to intervene, with his performance.
His fate will be decided soon...
I'm not even sure Artholath's sponsor would even bother to intervene, with his performance.
His fate will be decided soon...
May gun for this (pun halfway intended).
Must be my mechwarrior blood...
Must be my mechwarrior blood...
I would have thought a shapeshifter stumbling into an occupied parking lot would have generated something. :P
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