Yes, the path ends at the top of the dead end cliff and spans back out into the full canyon. The imp is in front of and above you, using the shields as leverage to attack from.
CadenGallic
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Pepsiman's apprentice, Pepsimaxman.
STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 8 yrs ago
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If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
8 yrs ago
This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
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So uh, seeing as two of our members went to help the champions and the other two are AWOL, am I just going to have to get Tortoise to make a move in the Womb situation?
The GM did mention a while back he's sick and working on his own characters. I think we're alright for now.
Yeah it's starting to concern me a bit that our GM has time to post in his other RP and not this one whilst being online very often...
The imp landed back down on the ride and it raised its catalyst, its pronged tips beginning to burn with fire as it prepared another fireball to attack him with. If Eldarin wanted to avoid him and get off the path, he'd have to move quickly.
With their respective moves, Asher and Julio ended up in the more ahead section of the students who were wading their way through the knee deep snow to continue their run, thankfully having no enemies to deal with at present. Looking ahead, the students could catch a glimpse of three distinct biomes up ahead, forming the paths they could choose to take in their exam.
The first, on their far left, was a large dry looking Savannah with some small patches of tall grass in places. The terrain was flat and wide, with seemingly no obstacles at all they'd encounter aside from the slight grass, and even that was doubtful. In the middle path was a dense looking woodland, the treetops reaching the skies, or whatever passed for it in the Gauntlet. The way would be hard to manouvre in with those tightly knit trees but there were higher paths to access too with the branches splayed out along the treetops. Finally, on the right, there was a section surrounded by raised desert rock, dipping into what looked like a deep canyon, somewhat uneven terrain with a sharp decline and incline, who knew what awaited them in that direction.
The first, on their far left, was a large dry looking Savannah with some small patches of tall grass in places. The terrain was flat and wide, with seemingly no obstacles at all they'd encounter aside from the slight grass, and even that was doubtful. In the middle path was a dense looking woodland, the treetops reaching the skies, or whatever passed for it in the Gauntlet. The way would be hard to manouvre in with those tightly knit trees but there were higher paths to access too with the branches splayed out along the treetops. Finally, on the right, there was a section surrounded by raised desert rock, dipping into what looked like a deep canyon, somewhat uneven terrain with a sharp decline and incline, who knew what awaited them in that direction.
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Yo, almost coming up to a week and no post from ya.
Yo, almost coming up to a week and no post from ya.
The caster of said fireball, was no man. In fact, it looked very inhuman. What he saw was in fact a short humanoid creature, grey skinned with a pair of small leathery wings upon its back. It was about half the height of a human with a wicked looking face and a sharp toothed little grin, small horns poking out of its head. In its hands it was holding a two pronged silver fork, acting as a catalyst for its fireball it cast at him. The firebomb sailed toward it but the impish creature flapped its wings and flew above it, distracted for the moment.
Well read what I put before you make that post.
As he heard Jack chattering away nearby, Wilbur felt a thick sense of regret surge within him. The Japanese outright outlawing them... he was starting to wonder if he should have stayed behind to speak on behalf of the Splinter group. He had hoped someone else from their group would stand up to testify and that he wouldn't have to. After all, he was arguably one of the strongest parts of their splinter group, losing him would put them at a combatative disadvantage regarding this skeleton... no, he couldn't go and lose his focus now. For now, he just had to work with the team and act as their handyman for the upcoming job.
Once the jet landed, Wilbur hobbled off and looked toward the sky.
"And 3... 2... 1..." he murmured as his mighty mechanical vessel came soaring down from the sky and landed on the runway, just a few metres in front of him. He smiled as he approached the underbelly, it opening up to reveal the interior of the shell. Such a familiarity to him at this point, the steam that rose from the interior whenever it opened, the hiss of the shell's door opening to him and the small seat inside. He stepped inward and settled in, the door sealing behind him as the shell became operational. Once inside, the seat rose a bit so his head could get a clear view from the glass dome on its top, his main for of getting a visual on the fight. It was well protected at least, so he didn't have to worry about it breaking.
He set the shell into hover mode, two of its pulse engines activating on either side of the suit and allowing it to float comfortably in the air, a short distance off of it. He ran a quick diagnostic on the shell's system. It'd taken a bit of a toll in Nagoya, but he'd fixed her up good and proper. Ammo count was on point, his battery was at 97% charge rate, everything was running smoothly. A fine tuned and well oiled machine was always the key to victory, wherever Wilbur was concerned anyway. For now, they had a job to do and he made quick headway above his fellow heroes to spot where the incident was going on, refusing to take the car and insisting his mechanical shell would be faster. And it was, taking a path over the buildings beat the road, after all. He at least had Jack tell him his plan beforehand as he touched down at the scene.
"Listen to what he's saying, you're outnumbered and outgunned." Tortoise added to Jack's words as he took one point of exit to cover. He se his shell's trackers on the skeleton and did a little analysis on him, also getting a lock on should he need to attack him. He was picking up something strange in him, in his biology specifically. His molecular structure's movement was insanely high, to the point of ludicrousness. Of course, Wilbur had to account for magic, something his systems wouldn't be able to anaylyse too well. How DO you analyse magic, anyhow? In any case, his best bet was to use fire against him, one of the fastest methods of breaking down a molecular structure, particularly on a human. Of course, using the flamethrower whilst the area was crowded wasn't the best of strategies... no, he'd need to wait for the right moment and use his shell's large durable form to absorb any other kind of blows this guy might swing at them.
Once the jet landed, Wilbur hobbled off and looked toward the sky.
"And 3... 2... 1..." he murmured as his mighty mechanical vessel came soaring down from the sky and landed on the runway, just a few metres in front of him. He smiled as he approached the underbelly, it opening up to reveal the interior of the shell. Such a familiarity to him at this point, the steam that rose from the interior whenever it opened, the hiss of the shell's door opening to him and the small seat inside. He stepped inward and settled in, the door sealing behind him as the shell became operational. Once inside, the seat rose a bit so his head could get a clear view from the glass dome on its top, his main for of getting a visual on the fight. It was well protected at least, so he didn't have to worry about it breaking.
He set the shell into hover mode, two of its pulse engines activating on either side of the suit and allowing it to float comfortably in the air, a short distance off of it. He ran a quick diagnostic on the shell's system. It'd taken a bit of a toll in Nagoya, but he'd fixed her up good and proper. Ammo count was on point, his battery was at 97% charge rate, everything was running smoothly. A fine tuned and well oiled machine was always the key to victory, wherever Wilbur was concerned anyway. For now, they had a job to do and he made quick headway above his fellow heroes to spot where the incident was going on, refusing to take the car and insisting his mechanical shell would be faster. And it was, taking a path over the buildings beat the road, after all. He at least had Jack tell him his plan beforehand as he touched down at the scene.
"Listen to what he's saying, you're outnumbered and outgunned." Tortoise added to Jack's words as he took one point of exit to cover. He se his shell's trackers on the skeleton and did a little analysis on him, also getting a lock on should he need to attack him. He was picking up something strange in him, in his biology specifically. His molecular structure's movement was insanely high, to the point of ludicrousness. Of course, Wilbur had to account for magic, something his systems wouldn't be able to anaylyse too well. How DO you analyse magic, anyhow? In any case, his best bet was to use fire against him, one of the fastest methods of breaking down a molecular structure, particularly on a human. Of course, using the flamethrower whilst the area was crowded wasn't the best of strategies... no, he'd need to wait for the right moment and use his shell's large durable form to absorb any other kind of blows this guy might swing at them.
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