Please dear god, no.
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That isekai idea works until you take into account the advanced part and include things like AI, brain machine interfaces, etc. Knowledge can just be downloaded.
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That isekai idea works until you take into account the advanced part and include things like AI, brain machine interfaces, etc. Knowledge can just be downloaded.
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Some day's I regret setting foot in this site.
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What do you mean by added? Like to a PM or something?
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What the pog doin?
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Unless you love kids a little too much, then a prison sentence is what can be done about it.
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I wonder if I could get Mr. Trollge to count as a mage.
<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>
Taking his seat, he glanced at the druidess and Promien before his attention returned to the young man in the garb of a necromancer. Mortus made a humming noise as he thought about the necromancer's suggestion "It could work if we just kill them, but not everyone shares our taste for bloodshed." leaning an elbow on the arm of his chair he nodded and chuckled amicably, then looked to the necromancer "And you are?" he asked out of politeness.
Promien barely shifted his gaze, though the pools of silver flecked shadow that were his eyes found Mortus all the same.
"Promien."
I'm going to clear this up now, Promien is the necromancer, Maere is the demon bound warrior.
How in the hell this wasn't obvious I don't know, unless people just aren't reading.
How in the hell this wasn't obvious I don't know, unless people just aren't reading.
Mortus
His footsteps echo throughout the dark hall only muffled by the crash of thunder outside the darkened keep while rain beat against the glass like the very weather was trying to get inside. Silently the robed man kept walking down the dimly lit hall his long dark cloak flowing behind him as he finally reached the end of the corridor.
A torch lit the mans visage, shedding dull light upon the mask he wore on his face as he looked at the large wooden doors listening to the voices chattering on the other side, and his brightly glowing red eyes narrowed as he caught pieces of conversation 'Things seem to have already begun...' he thought to himself adjusting the gloves on his hands.
The door creaked open interrupting the conversation within the chamber within which others were gathered around a table in the middle of their own exchanges. The man entered the room letting the door close behind him with a slight thud, as he looked around the room at each person gathered without any emotion showing in his eyes towards the people in the room.
"The messenger arrived late, you'll have to pardon my tardiness." his voice had a metallic hum like a voice through the blades of a spinning fan "I am Mortus of the Crimson Flame." his eyes flashed as he blinked "What has been discussed in my absence?" he asked making his way to be seated by himself in the meeting hall.
"The start of our planning for one," Maere said bluntly before crossing his arms. "We've been discussing what we should do in the world beyond. The druidess suggested taking care of some bandits so a group of tribals living nearby will be indentured to us, and Promien agreed. Shocking thing for him to do really."
The young necromancer cast the man a withering glare, though he made a point of ignoring it in favor of carrying on.
"I say we should just kill them all myself. Bandits and tribals alike, but this is a democracy so..."
He gestured vaguely at the air, apparently content to leave the conversation at that.
@Vatonage 6
You turn down the offer of the suspicious bubbling brew. Crash! The chairs reverberate as every skeleton drops their drinks simultaeneously onto the floor, destroying the lion's share of the china collection and covering the floor in a thick puddle of mixing teas. Some of those items were ancient! Oh well. Who's cleaning this up? You look over to see the skeletons eerily backing away from you and standing in the darkened corners of the room. You are left seeing only the pinpricks of their eyes. Looks like they're a little overtuned today.
@ZAVAZggg 3
The drink is delicious, but it is a little on the uncomfortably hot side (if necromancers worry about such things?) You prop your feet up on the table, momentarily feeling as if the chair will fall backwards, but you quickly readjust your balance and find a very comfortable seating position. Who says you can't be evil in style?
Maere grunts as the liquid slides down his throat, before calmly setting the cup down, as though the entire hall hadn't just been filled with the clatter of crashing china.
"Problem with your spells today Promien?"
The demon-bound warrior cast a sideways glance at the necromancer, who sent him a level look followed by a friendly smile in return.
"Why I haven't the slightest clue as to what you mean."
The necromancer shifted his gaze back to the druid.
"Much as I hate to agree with someone who walks the path most hypocritical, Shandris' plan is a sound one. If any of you are truly hellbent on conquest, you will need an army, and I can only provide so much as of the present. I say we help the peasants, if only so they may be further in our debt."
Maere the Bloodied
Location: The Blasted Castle || Time: Morning || Interactions: Anyone Nearby
Maere made his way into the room via a side stairway, his expression gruff as ever. Taking a mug from one of the skeletons, he moved to take a seat, his gaze drifting over those assembled.
"Mornin."
He brought the bubbling liquid up to his lips with one hand as he reclined in his chair, shifting slightly so he could prop his feet up on the massive table itself.
@ZAVAZggg wait, I assumed the Virgil demon guy beserker was going to wear a safety hat! and maybe demonic level training wheels. And kneepads.
Nah, he's too old for that.
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