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Decibitus

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~1460 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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Edward had an audible exhale as he exited the Gala. The streets were no easy place to search. Scouring the damn city was ill-suited gruntwork. Naturally, such a task was suited for his minions.

With both his skeletons behind him, he turned to Vera.

"I can have these two cover two directions for some distance though I'll need to be in the air to keep good command over both."

"Do it, I will question the civilians. With this one to help, I will be slower", Vera said, shifting Lucian so his arm wrapped over her shoulder and she could support most of his weight.

Edward gave a nod before he began his ascent into the sky. With a gesture of either arm, he sent one Skeleton north and the other south; "Search for the cursed woman with pink hair." taking advantage of the view to see if he could spot that pink haired woman from his sight alone.

Stagering down the street, Vera popped into existance, searching for a mortal that seemed to have some idea of what was going on. The first human she questioned offered nothing of value, save a useless comment that Lucian seemed like he was hurt.

Vera struck gold, as Amelia often loudly shouted, during her next attempt at reconaissance,interrogating another noncombatant leaving her with vital clues.

"Celeste? Oui, I saw her," the portly man dressed in what Vera could only conclude was a truly alarming amount of spandex that bordered on life threatening.

"Rouchefort was leading her away from the fleeing crowd through the other corridor. You know, Rouchefort, no?" the man added, leaving Vera to contemplate his accent, it was rich and attractive, French she knew.

[color=#63B8FF] "Thank you!" [/color ]Vera shouted, turning to head back the other way, tossing Lucian over her shoulder in a firemen's carry she began to jog back towards the corridor indicated by the stout civilian.

Edward remained vigilant above as his skeletons moved through the crowd. Turns out pink hair was a more common phenomena then he thought, Celeste no where among them. Frustrated, the necromancer hoped Vera had more luck.

"Siggy," Vera hissed, touching the sticker that the dimuniative dicator had stuck to her. "I need you to pass on a message to the braggart wizard. Rouchefort is leading Celeste away from the crowd. Down the other corridor. I am heading there!"

Decibitus

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~1446 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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The necromancer stood by as he watched the aloof reaper fall on his back in a way-too-neat fashion. Was that out of practice or was that the instinct of those model types? Like how a cat is always supposed to land on their feet.

Nonetheless, monkeys? Seemed there was still more creatures to dispatch of before the day was over.

Retrieving another written spell tag from his person, he began to chant an unnecessary but dramatic incantation. Both of his skeletons moved to accompany him at either side as he spoke.

“I weave the marks of death, strike true a terrible curse with their blades.”

He’d tear the tag twice to make three torn tickets, each burned up with arcane fire. The embers of which moved into three direction, to a hand of each skeleton and to the necromancer’s own spare hand. Spectral swords formed from each gathering ghastly ember, necrotic magic running up through their spectral form.

He’d do a small flourish with the sword as both skeletons began to move forward and spread out, though he didn’t let them go too far without first getting a direction.

“Just give us the directions and you can rest your pretty head here.” Edward sneered.

Decibitus

Edward Bennigan

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~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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Edward Watched as the dragon’s maw was forced away from its target. Then saw as Vera struck true with a finishing slash. The necromancer cackled with a casual stride towards its crumbling remains. Its destruction affirmed to Edward that it must have been a spell, it had no residue of soul-stuff that a wisp or spirit would have left behind.

So, if it was a spell, who was its caster? The girl perhaps? Wait, where is she? Edward hadn’t paid enough attention to their side of the fight until now.

Lucian seemed unconcerned despite apparently being acquainted with her. So, maybe she was alright? No it’s not wise to trust that Lucian himself is aware of what’s going on.

“No need to thank me, dragon-slayer.” Edward stated with a hint of a smug tone as he walked by Vera, performing a brief dramatic spin of his staff with one hand. Both of his skeletons ended their March a bit past Lucian, awaiting further orders. (Though they continued an idle rhythm.)

“While I humbly accept any well-deserved praise sent my way…I think we’re missing a particularly important pink-haired mortal. Did she escape safely while I was occupied?” He directed the question to both of his co-workers.

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@King Cosmos

As an aside tulpas can cause sleep paralysis but generally speaking I think this concept is fine. If the spirit is only feeding off dreams though they're likely on the lower end of the spirit food chain since souls have a lot more value as a heads up.

Otherwise character checks out! Approved.

Arcane Dreams! (Now Open!)

@The World

Approved!

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@Teyao
After you made the one semantic change consider your character approved! and you can throw it in the character tab once so.

Decibitus

Edward Bennigan

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~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

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He did it. That bastard did it. Upon breaking the skull, Edward realized he won. Overcome with pride over his victory, he couldn’t help himself but indulged in the self-perceived spotlight. Though he was still invisible to the mortal eye, he acted as though there was a crowd watching; He turned, spinning to face away from the destroyed wisp just as it started to wither away. One hand placed in front of his face, like a dramatic cut hiding his left side with the fingers spread to reveal his eye. The other hand was placed on his hip as he spoke.

“Another soul destroyed before the lord of the dead.” Then, turning back to the wisp while he made a slashing motion with the turn of his hand, away from his face now. “Return to ash.”

Ash.. Though his cheeses expression remained, there was a sort of somberness that grew over seeing the wisp’s form wither away to nothing. A reminder of the ultimate fate to those lost souls. A cruel world it was, to be sure; but perhaps one day things could be different. Maybe..

Sad thoughts aside, without any direct obstacle he was free to witness his companions and their struggle with the dragon. It seemed they provoked that fascinating construct, the fools! He supposed the dragon must have been a wisp too.

Very well then, it seemed he could try to help out, perhaps then they’d appreciate how great he was.

He threw two spell tags out from his robe’s pockets, and with practiced finesse made a swift single motion of his arm to throw the tags at both skeletal sources he had used prior; the ruined net and the remains of the large hand.

He didn’t need to recite the full spell for its written form; but he was brimming now with such hammy acting that he couldn’t help himself.

“Servants of the damned, heed my call. Your lord beckons.” He had his hand stretch out at the general direction of the two sources of the spell while he continued, already the spell tags seemed to burn away as the skeletal masses began to shape themselves once more. “Rise and serve the master of death!”

With that, the two mess of bones had collected, morphed, and assembled into two generic human skeletons. Their eyes alight with dark magic which also seemed to tether faintly around their joints and outline.

He turned around to face his new opponent, then once again brought his hand out forward.

“Go fourth and conquer!” The skeletons moved like soldiers towards the dragon, though given their speed and distance they wouldn’t be able to assist right away. Perhaps they ultimately wouldn’t be needed by the time they did. In any case, Edward wasn’t ready to slow down; even if he preferred to not destroy the dragon.

He did a brief flourish with his staff as he called out to Lucian and Vera.

“Your struggle is over, for your great and powerful Edward is here now!”

Lightning coiled from the staff’s tip as he spun the weapon in his hand, then he stopped the staff; tilting it towards the beast that had just shotgun-fired his comrade.

“Perish!”

Lightning arced across the air between Edward and the Dragon as he unleashed the staff’s power.
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Arcane Dreams! Magical-Girl Genera inspired adventure!

@The World

I'm not sure about designs but we currently have a water theme in the works and I believe a dark fae/witch theme.
You're welcome to join the discord too for further conversation even if its just a passing interest!

Arcane Dreams! Magical-Girl Genera inspired adventure!

@Birby

Yep!

Arcane Dreams! Magical-Girl Genera inspired adventure!

Officially opening the OOC for the public, Arcane dreams is an rp about Sorcerers (magical girls TM) defending the world against monsters with a whole plot of lore and mystery in the backdrop.

As the OOC is already made, I'll link it here for anyone interested. Feel free to express your interest here if you plan on joining! Yes, you can get started on characters right away.

(Sidenote: Magical Girl inspiration in genera only, characters can be any sex or gender and be magical.)

roleplayerguild.com/topics/190090-arc…