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Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist. [RECRUITING]
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Didn't notice your edit until now. The details of the poison would be appreciated.
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Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist. [RECRUITING]
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Didn't notice your edit until know. Yes, I would appreciate the details of the poison.
Finished editing my post.
Herriman supposed the situation could have been worse. It became instantly apparent to him that he had underestimated Priroda's own strength. In his defense, she really did look like a weak little girl. He knew that he would be one to speak, but he hated things like totally supernatural strength, mostly because you never saw it coming. Someone could be weedy and just over five feet tall, yet be able to lift boulders with a single arm.
However, the situation did favor him.
He had been anticipating some sort of magical attack for a while now, and when it came, he was prepared for it. When the vine erupted from the earth, Herriman released a sudden burst of raw energy, taking advantage that Priroda was trying to interdict his body motions and ruin his footwork by staying close to him and hanging onto her sickle. At the same time that he released the explosion of energy, he lashed out with his mutated whip-arm, intent on wrapping it around and sinking the fleshooks into her dreadfully exposed arm (the one holding the sickle) in a bid to keep her at the epicenter of the blast.
The burst of energy was a cacophonous explosion of technicolor lightning and screaming protoplasms from other dimensions, washing over everything within a ten foot radius. Rocks would warp and grow fleshy features, grass would twist and gain a mind of its own, and the vine summoned by Priroda was rendered into a cruel mockery of itself, a tentacle covered with spikes. Free from control, the vinetacle shrieked before dropping dead on the ground. Only the gods could know what would happen to Priroda
However, the situation did favor him.
He had been anticipating some sort of magical attack for a while now, and when it came, he was prepared for it. When the vine erupted from the earth, Herriman released a sudden burst of raw energy, taking advantage that Priroda was trying to interdict his body motions and ruin his footwork by staying close to him and hanging onto her sickle. At the same time that he released the explosion of energy, he lashed out with his mutated whip-arm, intent on wrapping it around and sinking the fleshooks into her dreadfully exposed arm (the one holding the sickle) in a bid to keep her at the epicenter of the blast.
The burst of energy was a cacophonous explosion of technicolor lightning and screaming protoplasms from other dimensions, washing over everything within a ten foot radius. Rocks would warp and grow fleshy features, grass would twist and gain a mind of its own, and the vine summoned by Priroda was rendered into a cruel mockery of itself, a tentacle covered with spikes. Free from control, the vinetacle shrieked before dropping dead on the ground. Only the gods could know what would happen to Priroda
Yo, quick question: Is Priroda still holding onto her sickle even as its stuck in Herriman's flesh hooks?
I think it could've been any of the families, really. They've all probably killed a fair amount of people.
I think it could've been any of the families, really. They've all probably killed a fair amount of people.
Shor'Gen looked as if he was going to continue speaking to Damien, but suddenly, he went tense, straightening up as he turned his head to seemingly stare at the wall behind. The orbital strike might have been out of earshot for everybody else, but he picked up the faintest trace of it, not to mention that the vibrations carried through the air and ground were picked up by his hypersensitive chitin and sensory tendrils.
"Something is not right..." Shor'Gen muttered, just before the speakers came online. He listened intently, and didn't hesitate to get moving. Dropping to a more insect-like crawling stance, he crawled rapidly towards the ship, heading up the docking ramp. He wasn't quite sure where the medical deck was, but a quick glance at the ship's layout told him it was on the floor above. He didn't have time to cram his carapace into an elevator filled with rushing ensigns either, which left him with quite the predicament.
He had to get the medical facilities prepped as quickly as possible, so he took the less civilized option. Using his powerful legs, he climbed up one of the hallways until he was crawling upside down on the ceiling, and promptly entered the maintenance tunnels, navigating them until he came out of a wall grate on the second floor, rushing into the medical bay.
"Something is not right..." Shor'Gen muttered, just before the speakers came online. He listened intently, and didn't hesitate to get moving. Dropping to a more insect-like crawling stance, he crawled rapidly towards the ship, heading up the docking ramp. He wasn't quite sure where the medical deck was, but a quick glance at the ship's layout told him it was on the floor above. He didn't have time to cram his carapace into an elevator filled with rushing ensigns either, which left him with quite the predicament.
He had to get the medical facilities prepped as quickly as possible, so he took the less civilized option. Using his powerful legs, he climbed up one of the hallways until he was crawling upside down on the ceiling, and promptly entered the maintenance tunnels, navigating them until he came out of a wall grate on the second floor, rushing into the medical bay.
Yeah, go ahead and skip me this round. I'm having trouble coming up with post material, if I just want to be skipped in the future I'll let you guys know.
Unfortunately for Priroda, she played right into Herriman's plan. Sure, she might have faked him out a bit by sliding past him, but he was wheeled around to face her almost as quickly as she had passed passed him. It would appear that Herriman wasn't as slow as she thought.
And that wasn't the only thing. The hooks on herriman's flesh weren't there for her hands, since Priroda would have to have been a fool to even think about grappling him. No, the hooks were meant for her sickle. As soon as she tried to cut at his chest with that wide horizontal swing, Herriman slightly angled his chest, and that was that.
Catching on one of the chitinous hooks, Priroda's swing would never take place, and the spell would never happen, not to mention that her momentum would stop dead in its tracks, leaving her even more vulnerable. Giving her as little a chance to recover as possible, Herriman didn't hesitate to tighten his grip on Setrak, and thrust the hand holding it forwards knucke first, intent on landing a swift, brutal punch to the side of Priroda's face, followed by a straight kick to the gut if she was still standing after that.
If they connected, Herriman's blows would be more than enough (individually) to send Priroda to the ground, and could also severely injure her.
If, by any chance, his attacks did result with Priroda on the ground, Herriman would laugh, and glance up to one of the cameras. He was still for a moment, as if allowing Priroda time to recover from her blows, but he broke his silence. Motioning to Sol with his axe, he began to speak. "Run to your sister, earth warden. Fighting you is hardly sport. I will fight both of you.
And that wasn't the only thing. The hooks on herriman's flesh weren't there for her hands, since Priroda would have to have been a fool to even think about grappling him. No, the hooks were meant for her sickle. As soon as she tried to cut at his chest with that wide horizontal swing, Herriman slightly angled his chest, and that was that.
Catching on one of the chitinous hooks, Priroda's swing would never take place, and the spell would never happen, not to mention that her momentum would stop dead in its tracks, leaving her even more vulnerable. Giving her as little a chance to recover as possible, Herriman didn't hesitate to tighten his grip on Setrak, and thrust the hand holding it forwards knucke first, intent on landing a swift, brutal punch to the side of Priroda's face, followed by a straight kick to the gut if she was still standing after that.
If they connected, Herriman's blows would be more than enough (individually) to send Priroda to the ground, and could also severely injure her.
If, by any chance, his attacks did result with Priroda on the ground, Herriman would laugh, and glance up to one of the cameras. He was still for a moment, as if allowing Priroda time to recover from her blows, but he broke his silence. Motioning to Sol with his axe, he began to speak. "Run to your sister, earth warden. Fighting you is hardly sport. I will fight both of you.
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