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    1. David Gorgon 7 yrs ago

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"I don't know where I am, I just woke up. I guess that I should make my way through this new place."

this is my first roleplay scenario where I get to play as one of my first D&D characters in a forum.

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Black Mist nods and agrees with the bus driver. He looks to the priest, "So you're a priest correct? Well good for you brother." Black mist surveys teh rest of the passengers. "I'll do what I can, but we do need a professional doctor for some of these." Black Mist walks over to one of the injured and puts a healing ward holy scripture across the gash in the person's leg. "As long as you don't move too much, you'll be able to heal quicker with this." I look to my scriptures, I only keep a few healing ones on me in case of really bad situations, but this is obviously one of those times. I can image the sadness in the hearts of these people, not knowing whether or not their loved ones are dead, and it sickens me that demons do this for sport.
An extremely loud shout echoed through the streets saying one word. "HEATHENS!" As the echo reached the Hell Prides, thousands of papers started to swarm around the entire group. "Did you think you would get away with killing this many innocents?" As soon as the figure finished his sentence he lifted his right hand and started to produce silver knifes flinging each one into either a lesser demon's heart or head. About 30 seconds later, half of the Hell Prides were on the ground, slowly turned to ash.

"My name is Black Mist, nice to make your acquaintance." Then he smiled as he pulled out a giant silver cross blade about the size of himself. That smile not only made the people on the bus somewhat nervous, but even the Wrath was somewhat unnerved by that smile. Black Mist started to run through the crowd of demons slicing them like a hot knife through butter. He kept cutting a swathe through the lines of enemies, and even had time to stop and throw knifes at the ones he missed with his cross. He finally reached the Wrath, and he stopped That is one big demon."Hey! You better either swallow that bomb, or I'll stuff it down your throat!" The Wrath proceeded to try and throw it at the bus, but the 35 knifes now in his arms said otherwise.While the bomb was over his head his arms slowly and painfully burnt to a crisp, and the bomb fell down right onto his skull. Which didn't do much, but then Black Mist cut off his jaw and then stuffed the still active bomb down his throat. "And to make sure you don't upchuck it!" Black Mist sticks three knifes through its throat.

As Black Mist walked toward the bus he snapped his fingers and the paper notes surrounding the group now solely swirled around the Wrath, and the explosion was contained within the notes, but the notes were destroyed afterward. He wiped out the blood, and cleared his throat. "My children are you okay?"
@IncredibleBee By the by how many characters do you need to begin?
nixed it. glad to be part of this! this ought to be a picker upper to what I experienced yesterday.
Yo @IncredibleBee may i ask if my character is ok, also what time zone are you in?
Also what time zone are you @IncredibleBee
Can't wait to finally do a rp, thanks @IncredibleBee
Thank you to all who wish me well.
Lucky for me I have a place to move to, thanks @Holy Soldier
well, apperantly my house in corpus christi just got demolished
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