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I'm trying to get herbert away from the MIA pc's and to the top of the castle with you all! <3
I'm trying to get herbert away from the MIA pc's and to the top of the castle with you all! <3
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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@JDH97
As the others followed Dmitri, who seemed to have taken charge after Will became oddly quiet, Herbert stood, still slightly awestruck by the beast. It was not until Bizbee began to nudge and screech in his ear that he stirred, and the others were almost out of sight.
“Let’s get after them then,” Herbert said, as much to Bizbee as himself. However, even after he began in the others’ trail, Bizbee still prodded his neck and cheek with its bony maw. The chirps were frantic, and the creature was restless, as much so as when they were in the altar room.
“What is it?” Herbert murmured, looking at the creature with one part irritation and two parts concern.
Bizbee ceased to chatter, sitting quietly on Herbert's shoulder for a few moments. The wind shifted, they could no longer hear the sounds of the rest of the group descending down the mysterious tunnel, when the breeze settled Bizbee moved.
Bizbee shot into the air and into the flurrying snow behind Herbert. It went as fast as its little bony wings would carry it. For a moment it seemed Bizbee was simply flying into the open air... until a spot in the snowy landscape seemed to shift
Icarus. The quietest member of MERCY. The quickest.
He snapped out his hand. His perfect reflexes knocked the little creature straight out of the air as it shot toward him. The movement saved him from being struck by the little bony creature, however, it compromised his camouflage.
Bizbee was knocked aside and into the icy cliff face. Where it struck it broke apart. Crumbling bones fell into the snow.
Icarus, knowing that he had been seen, allowed his skin to change… He was like a chameleon. A strange ripple in the landscape shifted and faded into the shape of a man. Bald. Covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos. His eyes were black and predatory, and set upon Herbert, his prey.
Herbert’s eyes darted between what used to be Bizbee, his hope of unraveling the mysteries of life and death, and the man, with shifting, inked skin. There was something about him that sent alarm bells off in Herbert’s mind, even in his shocked state, beyond how he seemed to appear out of nothingness. It was in the way he held himself, in his corded muscles, in his dark eyes. Something primal and raw. A shiver ran like bolt lighting down Herbert’s spine, cutting through the growing despair of Bizbee’s demise.
He worked his suddenly very dry mouth until he felt to form words.
“That was my skeleton.” Herbert said numbly. “I needed him.”
Icarus looked perplexed for a moment. He didn’t understand what Herbert was referring to at first. Perhaps he mistook Bizbee for a strange chunk of ice or hail that had fallen off the mountain. He didn’t let the confusion preoccupy him for long, he had a purpose. He advanced through the snow toward Herbert. Icarus didn’t ask questions. He did not converse to determine if Herbert was friend or foe. That was Twain’s job: To chatter. Icarus’s job was to catch things. He was a hunter.
The silence was not a good sign, and the way the man walked, like some animal stalking its prey, was even worse. Herbert reflexively raised his hands, even though he doubted he could fight the man off.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” The others were out of sight and he doubted they would hear him shout with all the snow muffling.
Icarus frowned, the jaguar painted on his shoulder licked it’s lips. Easy prey. When he was close to wrapped his well muscled arms around Herbert. It was a short quick movement that swept the man off his feet and into the snow. Icarus held one of Herbert's wrists, twisting it behind. The other hand forced two fingers into the back of the old man’s neck.
A snake inscribed around his arm loosened began to writhe. It coiled around his arm, as it slithered it emerged from the skin, sliding and spiraling down and the well muscled arm and onto Herbert’s neck. Its maw dripped, impossibly and somewhat cartoonishly long fangs stretched apart and threatened to sink into the soft flesh of Herbert’s neck...
“Dios Mio Icarus!”
The snake hesitated. The illustrated man hesitated. Herbert felt tiny droplets of liquid touch the skin of his neck.
There was a woman in the snow, her hair red and wild about her caramel colored face. She was covered in soot, her hair was singed away on one side as well as her cloths on that side of her body. The exposed was puckered, and charred, gooey and wet, bubbling and swelling, a mess of red and black and purple and orange from it’s time exposed to dragon fire. She was carrying an unconscious teammate over her back.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know I’m not your boss anymore, but I do know my place… and I know yours. It is shameful for you to take such pleasure from hunting one so much the weaker. Not that you care for honor… Though… Perhaps you would care to that there is a dragon in the air? You may need your strength for a far more worthy prize...”
Icarus let go of Herbert, and stood upright. The snake sunk back into his skin and ceased to move.
“Did you find anymore?” Rozalind asked in a quick commanding tone.
Icarus nodded.
“They are all secured?”
Icarus nodded.
“Is this one any threat?”
Icarus hesitated, then shook his head.
“Alright. Let’s get him and us to Twain. Then, perhaps he will let you loose upon that dragon.”
Icarus smiled. And helped Herbert to his feet.
As the others followed Dmitri, who seemed to have taken charge after Will became oddly quiet, Herbert stood, still slightly awestruck by the beast. It was not until Bizbee began to nudge and screech in his ear that he stirred, and the others were almost out of sight.
“Let’s get after them then,” Herbert said, as much to Bizbee as himself. However, even after he began in the others’ trail, Bizbee still prodded his neck and cheek with its bony maw. The chirps were frantic, and the creature was restless, as much so as when they were in the altar room.
“What is it?” Herbert murmured, looking at the creature with one part irritation and two parts concern.
Bizbee ceased to chatter, sitting quietly on Herbert's shoulder for a few moments. The wind shifted, they could no longer hear the sounds of the rest of the group descending down the mysterious tunnel, when the breeze settled Bizbee moved.
Bizbee shot into the air and into the flurrying snow behind Herbert. It went as fast as its little bony wings would carry it. For a moment it seemed Bizbee was simply flying into the open air... until a spot in the snowy landscape seemed to shift
Icarus. The quietest member of MERCY. The quickest.
He snapped out his hand. His perfect reflexes knocked the little creature straight out of the air as it shot toward him. The movement saved him from being struck by the little bony creature, however, it compromised his camouflage.
Bizbee was knocked aside and into the icy cliff face. Where it struck it broke apart. Crumbling bones fell into the snow.
Icarus, knowing that he had been seen, allowed his skin to change… He was like a chameleon. A strange ripple in the landscape shifted and faded into the shape of a man. Bald. Covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos. His eyes were black and predatory, and set upon Herbert, his prey.
Herbert’s eyes darted between what used to be Bizbee, his hope of unraveling the mysteries of life and death, and the man, with shifting, inked skin. There was something about him that sent alarm bells off in Herbert’s mind, even in his shocked state, beyond how he seemed to appear out of nothingness. It was in the way he held himself, in his corded muscles, in his dark eyes. Something primal and raw. A shiver ran like bolt lighting down Herbert’s spine, cutting through the growing despair of Bizbee’s demise.
He worked his suddenly very dry mouth until he felt to form words.
“That was my skeleton.” Herbert said numbly. “I needed him.”
Icarus looked perplexed for a moment. He didn’t understand what Herbert was referring to at first. Perhaps he mistook Bizbee for a strange chunk of ice or hail that had fallen off the mountain. He didn’t let the confusion preoccupy him for long, he had a purpose. He advanced through the snow toward Herbert. Icarus didn’t ask questions. He did not converse to determine if Herbert was friend or foe. That was Twain’s job: To chatter. Icarus’s job was to catch things. He was a hunter.
The silence was not a good sign, and the way the man walked, like some animal stalking its prey, was even worse. Herbert reflexively raised his hands, even though he doubted he could fight the man off.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” The others were out of sight and he doubted they would hear him shout with all the snow muffling.
Icarus frowned, the jaguar painted on his shoulder licked it’s lips. Easy prey. When he was close to wrapped his well muscled arms around Herbert. It was a short quick movement that swept the man off his feet and into the snow. Icarus held one of Herbert's wrists, twisting it behind. The other hand forced two fingers into the back of the old man’s neck.
A snake inscribed around his arm loosened began to writhe. It coiled around his arm, as it slithered it emerged from the skin, sliding and spiraling down and the well muscled arm and onto Herbert’s neck. Its maw dripped, impossibly and somewhat cartoonishly long fangs stretched apart and threatened to sink into the soft flesh of Herbert’s neck...
“Dios Mio Icarus!”
The snake hesitated. The illustrated man hesitated. Herbert felt tiny droplets of liquid touch the skin of his neck.
There was a woman in the snow, her hair red and wild about her caramel colored face. She was covered in soot, her hair was singed away on one side as well as her cloths on that side of her body. The exposed was puckered, and charred, gooey and wet, bubbling and swelling, a mess of red and black and purple and orange from it’s time exposed to dragon fire. She was carrying an unconscious teammate over her back.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know I’m not your boss anymore, but I do know my place… and I know yours. It is shameful for you to take such pleasure from hunting one so much the weaker. Not that you care for honor… Though… Perhaps you would care to that there is a dragon in the air? You may need your strength for a far more worthy prize...”
Icarus let go of Herbert, and stood upright. The snake sunk back into his skin and ceased to move.
“Did you find anymore?” Rozalind asked in a quick commanding tone.
Icarus nodded.
“They are all secured?”
Icarus nodded.
“Is this one any threat?”
Icarus hesitated, then shook his head.
“Alright. Let’s get him and us to Twain. Then, perhaps he will let you loose upon that dragon.”
Icarus smiled. And helped Herbert to his feet.
@WhiteStar19 You don't have to worry, the meeting is basically taking place without Jack being needed. It's just a bit slow because everyone else needs to take in this new piece of information. Basically by the time band is over, this meeting will probably be finished. Meaning Ash can give his reactions and tell Thallie and Jack about it once they return :3 It's all good.
@Eyeris I wouldn't do anything until @Robo27, @Blackmist16 and/or @AsgardianLord19 have had a chance to respond because they haven't posted in a while.
Will give cookie to the next person that goes.
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Do I displease the GM or get a coke cookie?
None shall be killed. Only maimed and tormented.
Just kidding.
Loves and kisses and hugs for all!
Just kidding.
Loves and kisses and hugs for all!
Yay a post ^_^
BY THE WAY I just posted and stuff and tried to get the introduction phase out of the way.
Keep in mind. Twain is the team leader of MERCY, but, he is not by any means in charge of the scene. You guys are the PCs ^_^. Please feel free, now that introductions are done, to direct the action, ask questions, make suggestions, or do stuff! Whatever! I'm eager to see what you guys are gonna do!
BY THE WAY I just posted and stuff and tried to get the introduction phase out of the way.
Keep in mind. Twain is the team leader of MERCY, but, he is not by any means in charge of the scene. You guys are the PCs ^_^. Please feel free, now that introductions are done, to direct the action, ask questions, make suggestions, or do stuff! Whatever! I'm eager to see what you guys are gonna do!
@Konan375@Viridity@Arty Fox
Twain smiled wider and wider with each name Charles gave him. Twain liked his ego stroked. Twain decided he liked the new guy. He was straightforward, covered all the bases, locked down all the information quickly, efficiently, without a fuss, and without any drudgery what so ever!
"I'm Gemma." Gemma waved from her corner. "I used to be the new guy. I'm an Physicist." She smiled wistfully, then threw up. "Sorry... I'm very sensitive to the energy up here... I find it overwhelming... That is the other reason I am here. My talent. I can sense radiation and... Stuff..." She threw up again.
"Zesiro..." He frowned, Gemma had thrown up on his boots. "...Communications."
"I am Alexavier Xelanar, Reiva Xela, Royal Holy High Prince of Xela Reiva." One finely dressed gentleman, whom had been very quiet, asserted himself now. His chin held high.
"He's... Not one of us." Twain explained quickly. "We found him here. Like Vata over there... and Like you guys too, I guess." He considered Vata, Alexavier, and XIII. "And none of you remember how the hell you got here? Shit."
"Who's Johnathan?" Gemma asked. She was queasy, but still attentive.
"Johnathan? I dunno who that is." He admited.
"It's one of the guys we found." Zesiro explained.
"Huh. He Went after the dragon? How did that go?"
"I didn't stick around to watch." Zesiro said dryly.
@The Bearded One
It wasn't going well.
The dragon was struck again by the pain. She would have her revenge. She burned past the ice with her breath and tore into the mountain. She ripped apart the stone itself. Sending snow and rock tumbling down the cliff side.
Gravity would do the rest of the work.
Whatever the avalanche didn't bury she would burn with her breath. She would sit on the mountain and wait. Watching with her keen eyes for the little men who dared crawl out of the snow. She would be waiting. She would be waiting for the little man with the little weapon.
Twain smiled wider and wider with each name Charles gave him. Twain liked his ego stroked. Twain decided he liked the new guy. He was straightforward, covered all the bases, locked down all the information quickly, efficiently, without a fuss, and without any drudgery what so ever!
"I'm Gemma." Gemma waved from her corner. "I used to be the new guy. I'm an Physicist." She smiled wistfully, then threw up. "Sorry... I'm very sensitive to the energy up here... I find it overwhelming... That is the other reason I am here. My talent. I can sense radiation and... Stuff..." She threw up again.
"Zesiro..." He frowned, Gemma had thrown up on his boots. "...Communications."
"I am Alexavier Xelanar, Reiva Xela, Royal Holy High Prince of Xela Reiva." One finely dressed gentleman, whom had been very quiet, asserted himself now. His chin held high.
"He's... Not one of us." Twain explained quickly. "We found him here. Like Vata over there... and Like you guys too, I guess." He considered Vata, Alexavier, and XIII. "And none of you remember how the hell you got here? Shit."
"Who's Johnathan?" Gemma asked. She was queasy, but still attentive.
"Johnathan? I dunno who that is." He admited.
"It's one of the guys we found." Zesiro explained.
"Huh. He Went after the dragon? How did that go?"
"I didn't stick around to watch." Zesiro said dryly.
@The Bearded One
It wasn't going well.
The dragon was struck again by the pain. She would have her revenge. She burned past the ice with her breath and tore into the mountain. She ripped apart the stone itself. Sending snow and rock tumbling down the cliff side.
Gravity would do the rest of the work.
Whatever the avalanche didn't bury she would burn with her breath. She would sit on the mountain and wait. Watching with her keen eyes for the little men who dared crawl out of the snow. She would be waiting. She would be waiting for the little man with the little weapon.
Haha! Beat you to it!
PN Sent!
And a post.
I think we should do the time skip. Will happen after I catch the new Co-GMs up to speed! SO if you want to post in flying class DO SO NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR BROOM!
And a post.
I think we should do the time skip. Will happen after I catch the new Co-GMs up to speed! SO if you want to post in flying class DO SO NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR BROOM!
Caelum sighed, dismounting from her broom shaking. She'd not get good marks in this class. She glanced around the field, she yearned to exchange the grip of the broom for the grip of her pencil. She watched the others fly, she would draw the scene later. One dangling and cursing the air, some flying as smooth as eagles did, others hopping along on the ground like frogs... Like her.
She looked down at the large wooden thing. The straw at the end stuck out in all directions. It would not be a good cleaning broom. She wondered if witches might charm a vacuum cleaner to fly. Like in that movie...
She looked down at the large wooden thing. The straw at the end stuck out in all directions. It would not be a good cleaning broom. She wondered if witches might charm a vacuum cleaner to fly. Like in that movie...
[iratze]
Iratze let her head hang upside down from the couch as she lay and gazed lazily between the many gods assembled. Amos began the discussion without Jack. That was much like the god of valor. She smiled, glad that he hadn't changed so much.
Kyra, perhaps still drunk, excused herself to an out of the way corner. Iratze didn't know that goddess so very well, she wondered if she would like some water...
She spoke so softly the others might not hear. "I wish that we had reunited under different circumstances... A celebration perhaps! Rather than under the duress of war..." A smile fluttered across her lips, wistful and fleeting. Iratze knew better than that. She had been closest to Amos in war. It was through this conflict that she had been reunited with with Amare. It was only because of this conflict that Armarion revealed his feelings for her. It was even the reason she was created. Conflict. That was part of their godly nature, perhaps...
She sat up. Her rainbow hair tumbling over her face in a messy fashion.
"I might be able to answer your question, Amos." She straightened her back but only a little: She was too weary to be as formal as she should have been toward the greater gods.
"When I spoke to Amare, your youngest brother, he said that... Brontes trapped us here to keep the mortals safe." Her brows knit together. "I... I am sorry, Amare didn't fully explain. I don't think I understand it myself. Amare only said that Brontes came to love the humans, and trapped us here to protect them from us."
She hesitated to comment further. She wondered why Brontes would not have locked them up with the mortals. Perhaps the scope of his power or his spell was limited.
Brontes had all the answers. Brontes was the only one who had not themselves to her. Brontes was the only she could not find.
She waited for the other gods to respond, or ask more questions.
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