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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Afina I'll hit that up. Slam me with them treasures, bruh.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

I've got no idea what to do, and where to look for loot. Drizzak has a blade in his shoulder, so I guess that is a score.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

And there was much rejoicing.

@Dragoknighte

Wew.

Also, I totally claimed post #420. Blaze it, bruh.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak beginning to think about lifestyle choices. Maybe retire from adventuring life again, invest in stock market. Maybe buy boat.

Except hell no, he's too fun to play, why would I leave?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak

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The serpentine blade glimmered in the light of the day as it sailed through the air and looped around the small, bloodied goblin. A blur of metallic sheen waved in-front of Drizzak's face as he redirected another sweeping cut and lead it down to his lower left-hand side before whirling the blade back up to its high guard and twisting his body around to deliver a broad horizontal cut. A defensive move, but an effective one. Where Xilipha had size and two weapons, Drizzak was able to balance the conflict with greater speed and a propensity for surprisingly effective acrobatic displays. The air parted with a whistle as he spun the blade back to high guard and rolled to the side to avoid a slice-stab-slice combination from the formidable young woman he was facing. Drizzak could have sworn she was cracking a smile beneath those wraps of hers. As she wheeled around, Drizzak took the opening and dashed forward with his blade held flush in his hand. The opening was small, but just small enough for Drizzak. With a swift slice, he scored a cut along the woman's thigh, truly aiming for the stomach but being unable to catch her properly as she back-wheeled and retaliated mid-step. The silver of her blade caught him much more soundly, an advantage of her size.

With a flash of silver and a spike of literally blinding pain, Drizzak lost the sight in his left eye. The entire side of his face felt warm as he stumbled and rolled to the floor, clutching his face in pain. Xilipha squeezed at her thigh before uttering a weak giggle at the fallen heap of goblin. Her step was staggered, but she still attempted to wiggle her hips a bit as she sauntered over to Drizzak and raised a blade, point down and ready to deliver the coup-de-grace. The act was set into motion as the blade came down quickly, careening towards Drizzak's exposed back like a hawk after its prey. But it was an act that never went through, as Drizzak rolled over and threw a handful of soil at her eyes. Xilipha screamed inarticulately and recoiled, ceasing in her attack for long enough that Drizzak was able to leap to his feet and bring his blade up in a two-handed strike intended to separate one of her arms from her body entirely. Though he connected, the cut was too shallow and she moved too quickly. The shrouded woman was left with an ugly red fissure between her breast and her bicep, carving its way up partially as it began to seep dark red onto her cloth vestments.

Xilipha's hand went to the wound quickly, and came back dappled with dark crimson, as her eyes darted from the blood to Drizzak and back again. It was only a few moments before she dropped one of her blades and tucked her arm close to her side with a groan of pain.

"You have torn one of my silver sisters from my grasp, Creature. Now I've a want to take that lovely snake-blade of yours for my own keeping. As compensation and an apology."

Drizzak looked through his one eye, yet unbloodied, at the coy but dangerous woman. Then he looked to his blade. The slender, waved blade edged with her warm red. With no more than a second thought, Drizzak advanced on the woman wordlessly, transferring his grip on his blade's hand-and-a-half handle from both hands at high guard, to a single hand in a reversed grip, with the blade extending behind him. Xilipha paused for a moment, before advancing as well, faster yet than Drizzak was striding. As the neared him, her pace quickened from a power-walk to a charge. Her blade reflected light into his eyes as she raised it to ready for a thrust. Drizzak smiled and twisted his body in preparation for a gut-spilling horizontal slice. He kept smiling as he stopped in his tracks and felt the blade enter his shoulder with slight resistance. He could not move, for fear that her blade would cut and tear deeper. He could only grimace and continue smiling as Xilipha leaned down, pulled down her wraps to reveal her comely features and smiled at him.

"Ever so sorry, Creature. Looks like its the fair lady who sticks it in the monster this time." She giggled as she leaned in closer, now almost breathing into Drizzak's mouth with her sweet-smelling scents. "I would offer you a rematch, but it seems that you're a one and done kind of deal. A shame."

Drizzak then made a move, when all thought he was done for. He put a vice-like grip on her wrist and pulled the blade into his shoulder deeper, to draw her in closer, before chuckling darkly. His lips slowly curled up to reveal his predatory fangs and beady eyes, like a creature staring out from the shadows of a nightmare. Her smile faded as she felt herself being drawn in to the world spoken of only in the bawdiest of myths and legends. Softly, their lips touched, as the goblin continued to chuckle and giggle maliciously. The feeling of his lips, slick with blood and scarred beyond belief, was like laying a sloppy smooch on a bowl of boiled worms. Terrible. Disgusting. Painful. Very painful.

Xilipha looked down to see that she had been pulled to her knees in the struggle. And there was a strangely familiar snakelike blade peeking out from a dark patch on her chest.

Drizzak burst out into full-bore mad laughter at that point as he twisted his blade and tore it out with a wet splat and a series of squelching gurgles. Xilipha fell to the ground, lifeless on impact, and leaking a wonderful shade of red onto the ground. With the blade still in his shoulder, piercing all the way through to his back, he cackled until his laughter died down to a grim setting of his face. Drizzak brought his blade down firmly, feeling the red spray from its surface and onto the ground to join the rest of the red. He had won, and it was fun. So, why did he not feel great about it? Why was he not feeling the same relief burning in his chest, instead being harassed by the very literal burning in his chest, like some sort of punishment? His mouth tasted bitter and metallic, his face hurt and his entire body was dirty and bloody.

He looked down at the lifeless body of the young woman and slumped into a sitting position, looking like a fish that got hooked incorrectly with the blade in his shoulder. With a hint of malice, he spat on the ground to his side, away from the body. The taste wasn't fading. Nor was the burning, as he looked into the once-bright blue eyes as they began haze over and lose their spark. A silent, painful moment passed before Drizzak looked down at himself and then to the girl once more before looking to the blade stuck in him, sighing.

"Yes. Shame."

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

On mine now, actually.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Oh? Is it the one where someone gets their skin taken and turned into a major villain?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak

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From horseback, the world seemed so much smaller to Drizzak. It was strange to see the world from the perspective of a horse and human, when he had been looking up at them for so long. He felt the power, but at the same time he felt that he was too high up. Too vulnerable. He needed to get off as soon as possible. But for the moment he would ride with Fiona. She seemed nice, and both she and her horse didn't seem to mind that he smelled like an abattoir and a burnt brothel all at the same time. He smiled, and patted her on her half-plate clad back before doing similar to Liam, the horse beneath them. Liam did not seem to like him as much.

Drizzak was surprised to hear of Sana speaking about her regrets on the ride to their destination. She and Vaeri spoke softly about the earlier talks with Tobias as if they were tragedies not to be named. Why? Why had the thief been so appalled? Why were the others that stayed back so terribly affected? They had a good scrap, and the enemy died good deaths. Sure, he went a bit overboard with the whole leaping off the roof thing, but what better way to prove he was useful? Sana and Vaeri spoke of monsters and men, and monsters within men, but Drizzak was stuck long before that. He was confused. If only monsters fought like they fought, and took blood for blood, did that make him a monster? Sana said in her talks with Vaeri that she fought because she was afraid to lose Hugh. The others fought to protect themselves, or prevent more slavery. But then, why did he do it? Someone said badguy and he jumped. For him, it was just all he knew. Born and bred alongside violence.

Drizzak scratched at his neck, feeling for the mark he had been given. He knew what it was to be shunned for differences, but to be shunned for similarities? None of it made sense. Food for thought, he supposed. It took a moment for him to snap back to reality and realize that the charge into battle had already begun. Had they reached the camp that fast? How long had he been deliberating over the words that were said? Lob had definitely led them well, if they had arrived so easily. The slavers seemed disorganized too. No lookouts and no perimeter patrols? Terrible effort.

Fiona looked to be driving the horse straight into battle and towards a pair of axe-wielding miscreants, but Drizzak had his sights set on another target. A lonely woman with a delicate piece of silver in each hand. A blade-dancer. He wanted to face her, the sudden fire from before rising again. But looking between them, he found several hounds eying him hungrily as if he were a snack to be snapped up. He didn't like that. With a final pat to Liam's flank, Drizzak set his sights on the first hound and leapt from horseback straight into it. Waiting was not his style, as he found himself wrestling with the hound, punching its neck as it snapped at his face and neck in return. He kept it at bay with his forearm while using the other arm to batter it away. He froze for a moment as his strength faltered and the hound was allowed a snap at his shoulder, where it latched on. The goblin felt the teeth sink in and spread pain from his shoulder all the way down to his chest and bicep.

Drizzak used the opportunity to dig his claws into its neck and tear out its throat. The hound went limp above him, and he rolled it off to find the other two looking him up and down, and growling angrily. They were aware of the danger now, wary to come near him as he threw the dog-throat to the side and drew his whip with a snap. They began to circle him, but he was in no mood to play games. Drizzak moved for the smaller hound, twisting his body and lashing out with his whip, seeing it wrap around one of the hound's legs before yanking back. The leg came shooting forward and knocked the dog off balance long enough for him to move in and stomp on its neck, returning a sickening crunch. This dog stopped moving just like the previous and he grimaced before looking to the last hound.

This one moved back as he moved forward, and as he drew back his whip-hand, the dog turned tail and bolted into the treeline. Drizzak stood confused, lowering his whip as he watched it scarper. Well, it wouldn't bother them now, he guessed. No point in pursuing it. The voice from the woman was far more concerning to him than a runaway dog.

"You. Creature."

Drizzak turned, voice returned, and spoke in reply. "Me?

He turned to see a slender woman, lithe and wiry. She wore lighter armor than her compatriots, and hid her face with wraps. She looked human, but Drizzak could not be sure. She was taller than him by about a foot and a half, and in each hand she held a 2-foot long blade of curved silver. She took a moment to point a blade at him. She had the prettiest eyes Drizzak had ever seen, blue and bright like sky-colored jewels. Her voice was soft, but sinister.

"Yes. You. I am Xilipha. I will be your opponent, just as your allies are for mine. I've always wanted a fairy companion, but I suppose you'll do."

Drizzak shook his head, trying to break the shared gaze and concentrate instead on the throbbing pain in his shoulder. His sword arm would suffer for it, but he could manage if he used both hands. He took a moment to put away his whip and draw his strange curved blade. Its surface shone in the light, as he held it at guard with both hands, bringing it up to his shoulder and aiming the point at the woman. He would need to guard high, as she was tall.

"Drizzak. We fight now. Drizzak win in two second. Show you he no fairy."

Xilipha laughed as she advanced slowly, it was a pleasant sound. Like a siren song, or a nymph's giggle.

"Do not be so sure, creature. I am not want to end this romance so soon. And judging by the red on you, you're bound to put up a glorious struggle. Come."

And Drizzak rushed forward, with blade in hand.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

All good. Drizzak isn't exactly versed in Handle Animal anyway.

Also I'm really liking this inter-party tension as a result of the slaughter in the village. Drama and character-building is always fantastic.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

I'll go for 5. And I will try to do the cool things as soon as I am able to post.

Drizzak may even claim a dog for himself, if that's possible. Horses too big after all.