Dealdric

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSectorNo worries.

~ Cinders ~

@ZAVAZggg

maybe start some conversation up with him?

~ Cinders ~

@ZAVAZggg

Lunearo sighed. "If it is one yes. As I said, all necromancers, no matter their intents, meet one. I've met several. Some I've even sought the wisdom of. Not all are evil twits hell-bent on pure destruction. Some are more like me." He grabbed his journal and flipped through it quickly. He stopped on one of his own additions to the family tome. "Here. One demon I summoned tricked me, but I had a binding spell in place as well as some husks to keep it distracted. Binding spells work on all forms of spirits, but the strength and complexity of the spell needed changes for each. After that, I probably could have a reasonable conversation with it to either convince it to leave mortals be or send it away forcefully if not." He looked at the ranger. "However, in order to sustain such efforts I'll need large amounts of energy. That's the part you're going to want to be careful of. You ever wonder how I'm still alive from lack of the ability to eat?" He put the book back and got close, whispering. "All necromancer's know how fragile thee bonds of souls and the physical body are. We can toll with them, break them, or make them never have even existed. I have essentially become a soul sucker. I can sustain myself by draining plants and invertebrates, but spells like these are gonna take more juice than that. I'm saying that your going to want to be careful because in that state, I can become vicious, and no matter what you see or hear, do not approach me unless you are absolutely certain I'm in my right mind if you value your life at all." He backed up. He walked away from the edge of the camp towards a graveyard. He turned and shook his cowl off his shoulders. "Come on boy, I'm not nearly as dangerous as whatever we're facing. ESPECIALLY if it's a demon. Or worse! Bwahahah!" He cackled for a bit, his mask causing a metallic rasp to creep in through it all.

~ Cinders ~

@Rune_Alchemist@ZAVAZggg

The Osiri brought him back down to earth. He looked at her in annoyance. He got in front of her and stopped her, getting it clear if she kept moving, then bad things would happen. His eyes glowed menacingly from within the mask of metal. "Well when you spend forty years surrounded by spirits and the dead, then let's see how long your sentences get. I don't normally talk at all since I can barely move my face muscles as it is! I can't even eat like people do anymore." He held his left hand in front of her but with the glove tightly on. He was about to take it off, but inhaled and grunted. He waved his arms as if raving mad.
He stopped and turned to them. He whistled and a raven landed on Einarr's shoulder. "I'm going to raise the dead and hunt down that beast. Come with if you'd like, so you can get a grasp of what you deal with, but if you'd like to go ahead and hunt the beast without me, so be it. If you need help, tell the Raven 'Oros Noxv' and you will receive it." He walked off, merchants keeping a keen eye on him, as if making sure he won't going to torch their stalls.

~ Cinders ~

@ZAVAZggg@Rune_Alchemist
Lunearo held his chin in thought. What the man said disturbed him. If he was right, then that made things all the harder.
"If I'm correct, and gods hope I'm not, it could be a low class of demon. All necromancers come across them eventually, being one of the few ways they can enter our realm. Demons love taking prisoners and are incredibly powerful, but what disturbs me greatly is if it is, wargs wouldn't even be in that forest unless the demon has control over them. Most animals, no matter how viscous, know when and otherworldly presence is around. It scares them off to other territories. But it wouldn't have let those men escape, if it is low in the infernal ranks." He continued to think, but finding no explanation suitable to the description, however vague, he simply came to the only conclusion possible. He whistled and one raven perched on hi new staff. He spoke in an ancient tongue no living race speaks by nature, unless they knew spirits. The raven nodded and spoke in the language back in conformation.
After the bird left, he turned back to the ranger and champion. "I have no accurate conclusion of what we face boy, but be certain that it isn't what you would call natural. The spirits in the ravens know nothing as well, but they said they could keep an eye out at night, when such a creature is more likely to be active and visible. All evil creature s love the night's shade, but it does not love them back. I would know..." He looked into a merchants stall and saw a shield. He seemed lost in thought, remembering the day the night did betray him.

the birds had left the forest as soon as they saw him coming. He knew he was going to punish the wicked, like the demons of hell, tormenting those foolish enough to have fallen for their tricks during their pitiful and pathetic lives. The only thing people were good for were soldiers, traders, and slaves. He learned that long ago. He saw the light of fire up ahead, signaling his prey was close. The Noble was going to suffer at his hands.
He watched the camp for what felt like hours planning his attack with the utmost consideration. Guard rotations, watch patrols, everything was mapped in detail. He saw something quite interesting, the noble's tent had one just like it to the side, but it was one that no one entered but the noble, yet only for a few minutes before exiting. He found it curious.
He moved around the camp to a vantage point in which he could hear and see the shadows of who was in the tent. He was surprised to see there was a child in there, a girl. He didn't know why she was there, but it made him uneasy. He never had to deal with children before. But she was nothing but something else to eliminate. If he let her live, she would come back. Better to kill her now rather than wait.
He was about to go back to his original position when he heard rustling behind him. He turned to see a man with a bow trained on him. He was about to lung when something hard struck his head. The pain shot through him like fire, and then all turned black...

~ Cinders ~

@ZAVAZggg

Original or remake?

~ Cinders ~

@Mag Lev

Okay, now I'm curious. Is IT a spider, spirit(demon or natural), or something else entirely.
I MUST KNOW

~ Cinders ~

@Rune_Alchemist@ZAVAZggg@Mag Lev

Lunearo nodded to Aelsu's inquiry. "That would be the logical thing. I suggest however sending a few Ravens there first to scout the area while we travel. That way should they see anything that could delay or be fatal to us other than the wargs can be avoided or at least give us time to devise a strategy." He turned to Einarr with a slight bow. "Of course, since this is your quest, it is entirely your choice. Oh, and speaking of strategy..." he whistled and a Raven sat on the post at the tent's entrance.
Lunearo chuckled evilly, as if laughing at a bad joke. "Before you ask, I planned this in advance. I wonder what sound he will make? An ugh or a angry yell? Wish to bet gladiator?"

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

characre

Callsign:

Bolt

Age:

196

Species:

Argolt(see second hider)

Personality:

Crevix is a pragmatic, unfeeling and uncaring person, seeing most of what goes on around him as pointless. He does however know when it's better to help rather than stay back. He is very intelligent, and relies on his intelligence for many of his battles and disputes. He is poor mannered and often seen as rude and oafish because of this, but he doesn't see it that way. In his eyes, he was simply doing something he either needed to do, or that someone else failed to. He has been known to have a minor obsession with human culture. The only emotion most people see is a sadistic rage towards the Shard.

Biography:

Crevix has lived on stations most of his life. Most Argolt do, since they do well in harsh and unforgiving environments. He spent much of his time as an engineer and mechanic, doing maintenance on stations systems and improving old ones. This satisfied him for a while till the station was attacked and destroyed, and in that said event he had to fight for his life. He quickly learned to use a gun when that happened, and managed to get to a shuttle before the station was torn apart.
After that, he longed for that rush of battle again. When his shuttle landed on the planet he orbited for so long, the first time he had ever been on any planet since his birth. He went and immediately signed up to become a pilot, wishing the rush of fighter combat. After years learning how to fly and dogfight, he was graduated and stationed on a mining outpost in an asteroid belt. There he had his first encounter with the Shard. After years of only minor skirmishes, the Shard ruined that peace by devouring his squad and the outpost. He managed to flee before they got to him, but he finally knew what anger felt like. And he wanted more.
He signed up for the pilot program a year later, and he knew what he was going to do with his rage.

Favors:

Old Human music
Books
Tinkering
Small carbon based organisms

Disfavors:

The Shard
robots(thinks they are a inferior Argolt)
heat

Affinities:

-Engineering experience
-Piloting skills
-A lot of knowledge

Faults:

-He gets too engaged in what he's doing
-He has poor social skills
-He cares little for opinions and doesn't take them into account

Text Color:

3498DB

Name:

Langcastor

Personality:

Lazy and patient

Classification:

Joker

Capabilities:

Langcastor is a dangerous to large groups, but odd in the fact that he plays a more supportive role.

Langcastor uses energy and electricity against his enemies and to help his allies. His main weapon is an E.M.P beam projectile that if an opponent is not killed, is disabled if they rely on technology. As both a weapon and a counter measure, Langcaster can produce a smoke that is electrified, and if this smoke is on an ally, breaks up any enemy locating measures and provides a slight energy barrier that is only good while allies stay in it. The smoke does however decrease visibility to 5 ft, but Langcastor is not effected by this since it relies on a sonar to 'see' everything and know it's surroundings within 1 kilometer, 75% of that if an area is dense such as a forest, and 150% that if large amounts of fluid or humidity is present.
Langcaster's armor is highly conductive, yet this benefits the beast greatly rather than hurt it. With the material being so conductive, Langcastor can evenly disperse energy across his entire body if an attack is energy based, meaning energy based attacks are not very effective against him. However, physical attacks harm him greatly if the impact is strong enough.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@EnterTheHero

characre

Callsign:

Bolt

Age:

196

Species:

Argolt(see second hider)

Personality:

Crevix is a pragmatic, unfeeling and uncaring person, seeing most of what goes on around him as pointless. He does however know when it's better to help rather than stay back. He is very intelligent, and relies on his intelligence for many of his battles and disputes. He is poor mannered and often seen as rude and oafish because of this, but he doesn't see it that way. In his eyes, he was simply doing something he either needed to do, or that someone else failed to. He has been known to have a minor obsession with human culture. The only emotion most people see is a sadistic rage towards the Shard.

Biography:

Crevix has lived on stations most of his life. Most Argolt do, since they do well in harsh and unforgiving environments. He spent much of his time as an engineer and mechanic, doing maintenance on stations systems and improving old ones. This satisfied him for a while till the station was attacked and destroyed, and in that said event he had to fight for his life. He quickly learned to use a gun when that happened, and managed to get to a shuttle before the station was torn apart.
After that, he longed for that rush of battle again. When his shuttle landed on the planet he orbited for so long, the first time he had ever been on any planet since his birth. He went and immediately signed up to become a pilot, wishing the rush of fighter combat. After years learning how to fly and dogfight, he was graduated and stationed on a mining outpost in an asteroid belt. There he had his first encounter with the Shard. After years of only minor skirmishes, the Shard ruined that peace by devouring his squad and the outpost. He managed to flee before they got to him, but he finally knew what anger felt like. And he wanted more.
He signed up for the pilot program a year later, and he knew what he was going to do with his rage.

Favors:

Old Human music
Books
Tinkering
Small carbon based organisms

Disfavors:

The Shard
robots(thinks they are a inferior Argolt)
heat

Affinities:

-Engineering experience
-Piloting skills
-A lot of knowledge

Faults:

-He gets too engaged in what he's doing
-He has poor social skills
-He cares little for opinions and doesn't take them into account

Text Color:

3498DB

Name:

Langcastor

Personality:

Lazy and patient

Classification:

Joker

Capabilities:

Langcastor is a dangerous to large groups, but odd in the fact that he plays a more supportive role.

Langcastor uses energy and electricity against his enemies and to help his allies. His main weapon is an E.M.P beam projectile that if an opponent is not killed, is disabled if they rely on technology. As both a weapon and a counter measure, Langcaster can produce a smoke that is electrified, and if this smoke is on an ally, breaks up any enemy locating measures and provides a slight energy barrier that is only good while allies stay in it. The smoke does however decrease visibility to 5 ft, but Langcastor is not effected by this since it relies on a sonar to 'see' everything and know it's surroundings within 1 kilometer, 75% of that if an area is dense such as a forest, and 150% that if large amounts of fluid or humidity is present.
Langcaster's armor is highly conductive, yet this benefits the beast greatly rather than hurt it. With the material being so conductive, Langcastor can evenly disperse energy across his entire body if an attack is energy based, meaning energy based attacks are not very effective against him. However, physical attacks harm him greatly if the impact is strong enough.

Custom species

The Argolt are another bio-mechanical race in the Origin sector who's origins are a mystery, even to them. They come form a moon surrounding a gas giant orbiting a white star. The moon was quite desolate, but life did find a way to grow and evolve. The moon did have a water based fluid on it, but it was toxic to all but the hardiest of organisms. The theory commonly accepted by people is that geothermal vents at the bottom of these water bodies provided energy and material for said organisms, but they couldn't go to the surface till they evolved enough to stray from the geothermal vents. The basic organisms was metallic with an external skeleton made of an even harder metal. The organisms didn't really evolve much more than that till an event that no one can guess or understand, not even the Argolt themselves, for the flaw with that would be how the Argolt are now. They are strong intelligent and hardy beings that fed off of energy or materials such as coal which were rich in energy, whose internal workings seem similar to machines but to a point that they blur the lines of technology and flesh.
After several millennia of evolving a sort of basic society based around principles and creation, they did become a space fairing race, but they had no central or united body of government. Eventually all of the Argolt, which were not that many, left their harsh home to find life, and many did and serve on human or arx vessels and stations. They continue to provide soldiers and engineers for other races space stations. They are a rare race with many dying before being able to procreate.