Horrid

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The small feeling of a hard-won victory that the dark-skinned man felt as the stone bit into the lion's flesh once again was a sweet sensation but sadly shortlived. He gripped his stone tight and reared back for another blow, channeling all his anger into his arm.

But as the manlike clutches of the lion closed around him and the claws bit into his pillowy sides, his concentration broke and he clung to his stone, his sole weapon under the watchful eye of the stone faces, for dear life.

As the lion dropped him to the ground and he felt the hot lines of pain that the lion's grip had left on his flanks and back, he grit his teeth hard to the point that they threatened to crack. He would not die here as this beast's toy.

He was dizzy, and bruised. He was weakening. But still, he roared at the beast, bloody stone in his hand as he took his chance and leapt forward. He would go straight for its eyes and throat. Blind it and they might stand a chance of survival. Even if that meant he would end up with a nasty bite or two.

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I'll be posting in a bit, but might go quiet for a bit after. I'll be moving around a lot but it shouldn't be for more than a day.

A Good Old Dungeon Spelunk (Full currently, check back later!)

Bartimus
Surface > Crypt

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As Kara clung to him and protested the handing over of warden duties to this shadow man, Lorick, Bartimus couldn't help but feel ever so slightly honored by the gesture of trust and comfort. He let out a pleasant coo as he patted the young girl on the back. An endearing companion such as her would make this trip into the Crypt perilous, but the idea of watching over her felt less and less like a burden and more a learning experience as she showed her true colors.

Bartimus furrowed his brow and smoothed his feathers at Lorick's rather... sudden request to turn over watch of young Kara to himself. Proclaiming prior experience with children softened the tone but the request still took him aback.

"As kind as the offer is, I'm afraid that on my honor, I cannot decline this charge. My duty is to guard this girl against whatever horrors this crypt may contain and I will not fail in it. Rest assured, I've not had chicks, but I know how to watch over fledglings."

Kara filed into the crypt first and he cracked a smile at her forwardness.

"She seems happy with the arrangement as well. We will get along just fine."

He gave a reassuring nod to Lorick and a small salute to Irthorne in the distance before moving into the crypt as well, keeping pace so as to stay at Kara's side as watchful protector.

"Remember to keep your eyes open, and never dismiss shadow as safe, young one," He said to Kara, voice barely above a whisper, "A great many terrors hide in the shadows, and it's best to be prepared for anything."

@Kafka Komedy@Bishop@Banana

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The dark-skinned male pushed himself up, large hands covering a stone face each. The throw has shaken his balance, but it had also roused his temper further. The lion was throwing them about like toys and death was looming ever closer as one after another they were batted down like flies.

One of his compatriots flew back with a spray of crimson, his eye destroyed by the beasts swipe. The blow he had inflicted was the most progress they had made, severing the lion's most sensitive organs from its body. The success instilled the large man with hope. Hope and determination to survive.

He saw the lion advancing toward the to most injured of their group and knew it was his chance at intervention. With a roar of anger, the large man lumbered headfirst into a charge, his stone held at the ready to dig into the lion's body and try to sever something essential like a tendon or a ligament. He would tackle it with all his might, in tandem with his ally going for the back leg, to save the others from a fate most unpleasant.

- N E O N - S K Y L I N E S -

Also still interested so no worries on this front.

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The large man in the large loincloth gripped his sharp shard of stone tight and eyes the beast with dire severity in his eyes. His body shook with rage as he circled the beast until he was at its flank, as it focused it's attentions on the bearded one.

It was large. Too large. The blood spatters on its fur left him with a slight feeling of hesitation as he ceased stepping forward. It only lasted a moment, but this was a situation where a moment meant death.

With a deep breath, he advanced, moving his huge bulk toward the beast with determination. He dived for its back legs, trying to tie it up with his arms and to get a few jabs off with his stone, to distract it at least, if not injure it.

A Good Old Dungeon Spelunk (Full currently, check back later!)

Bartimus

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The request from Irthorne made Bartimus hoot with wary consideration. He, a proud warrior, made to babysit a child? It was enough to baffle the poor bird. Even as the young Kara arrived, Bartimus found himself staring at the ground in disbelief. His special charge, his unique labor, to watch over a child that the wizard could not say no to.

Bartimus watched as she offered her hand in greeting, but armed the hand with a knife. It was... endearing in some small respect. Naivete was something he admired, ever since he confronted the opponent that took his home. He looked to Irthorne and gave a nod as he tended to the other members.

"I will take her under my wing, as it were."

Bartimus' gaze swept from the young Kara to the interesting gentleman with the overactive shadow, Lorick. From the moment he saw the man's darker half jump from person to person, and felt his as if his spirit was invaded in most vile fashion, a dangerous sense of caution overcame him. He made a note to treat any further intrusions of his person with the utmost severity.

The outburst at the guards on the part of Irthorne drew Bartimus' attentions to their escortee. He had heard tales whispered over campfires of the strange beasts and horrors that roamed the cavernous dark that lay beneath the earth and dirt. This figure was... so much more that the tales spoke of. It's form repulsed Bartimus but at the same time it intrigued him. He knew enough of the mindflayers of the Underdark to know to begin steeling his mind against intrustion. A wise owl keeps a sharp mind, and a mind of his own.

The appearance of another near-humanoid being put his tense mind slightly more at ease. A spider-woman with a strange contraption in each hand. Bartimus could only assume they were weapons, and was worried that she would carry them so openly. He took a moment to look at his own rusty iron shortsword and his polished silver arming sword. Maybe he would pick up something with a bit more flash later, he mused, feeling slightly jealous.

Bartimus shook his head and dismissed his folly. His ward was to be his new priority. He made his way over to Kara with one hand resting on the pommel of his iron blade. She was conversing with the spiderwoman, Alea, and seemed to be getting rather friendly. He did not want to intrude on the conversation, so he merely stood by at a distance. A very soft feathered sentinel. When she was ready to be spoken to he would introduce himself.

"I am Bartimus. I am to be your... caretaker, as you like. I do hope we can get along, little one."

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Amadeus Worthington!

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The man in the soiled rigsuit chuckled as the small ball of fuzz that was Rex crawled out from beneath his legs to get at the coffee pot. He chuckled even harder as he found that the pot was missing, as was the usual morning routine.

"Awwww sorry there, Lil' Fuzz, Joe's on the go, courtesy of Mean and Green Worogoro! But don't worry, once he passes it, we'll be sippin' Joe and kickin' back in the midday sun, like al-"

Attention All Employees. There Is A Meeting In The Board Room In 10 Minutes. Please Do Not Be Late.

The blaring crackle of the ramshackle PA system flicked a switch in Amadeus' brain, because before the message had even finished, his multi-tool was drawn and switched to its modified welding torch flamethrower mode. Panicked hyperventilation crackled through his mask as he pointed it at each of the exits.

His rigsuit became only slightly soiled as he put the multi-tool away and told himself to take a deep breath. And by deep breath, he meant several anti-psychotics and a handful of what looked like Sleepytime tea leaves from one of his suit pouches.

Yeah... Tea leaves.

With his copious amount of barbiturates ingested, he shuffled his way to the meeting room, but not before pausing to stare at the-

LARGE METAL DOOR

It made his skin crawl to look at it. It reminded him of the maintenence hallway doors aboard the USG JERUSALEM. In the back of his memory, the screams of terror resonated as it stood there. Just...

M E N A C I N G

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Definitely willing.

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Name:
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Sex:
Male

Appearance:
Soft build with substantial muscle hidden beneath his slight chub. Chiseled face and square jaw hidden beneath chubby cheeks and neck fat. Stands at 6 and a half feet, wide shoulders, large hands and feet, and round belly. Dark brown skin, icy blue eyes. Curly black hair.

Personality:
Spiteful, reclusive, hardened. One to stick to the sidelines at the beginning of an encounter and measure an opponent up before jumping in with almost malicious penchant for violence. Has a taste for cruelty. Otherwise fond of a good joke but can sometimes go too far.

Regards the weak with slight disdain but will play favorites if given time. Has a soft side that rarely shows.

Fighting Arts:
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Disorders:
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Weapon Proficiency:
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Abilities:
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Gear:

• Very Large Loincloth
• Founding Stone