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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

'You're not strong enough...'

'Give into your desires...'

'You are injured, don't you want to make the PAIN go away?'

'Dremmick!'

'Why are you always fighting your birthright?'

'Dremmick, wake up!'

'Their souls we NEED their souls!'

'DREMMICK LOOK OUT!'

"Ciara!?" Dremmick's eyes shot open to the familiar voice, he wasn't sure when he blacked out, and he only had time to pull his swordbreaker from its sheath and guard as Shye's claws came in contact with it. As soon as she made contact, however, an intense fire erupted from her hand in a stream, burning away the front of Dremmick's shirt, muffler, and canvas straps to his pack. Dremmick, still a bit stunned by the surprise attack, narrowed his eyes at his assailant. "That won't work on me!" he said as he reached his right arm forward and a spike exploded out from the bandaged palm going for her neck. Shye noticed his right arm as soon as it moved and was already suspecting something, moving out of the way just in time, surprised that her fire did nothing to him physically, but she had another plan. She brought down a fist with her other hand as he moved in for his own strike, but her fist was charged with energy and ready to go, releasing as she brought it down, causing a small explosion that helped her to roll away while it blew Dremmick out of the crater, shattering his blood spike and sending him rolling as well, although, less gracefully.

Dremmick stood up, everything was spinning and there was a ringing in his ears. He looked up at his attacker, who was already rapidly closing the gap, "Who the hell are you?" he questioned though he got no answer. He was a bit more focused now. One enemy, should be easy. He formed a long blade from his hand and took hold of it like a two handed sword. This kept her at a distance until she made a mistake, she got in close, passing around the blade, but from the blade itself he sent out more streams of blood magic that skewered through her. "Checkmate," Dremmick said. His eyes turned to its soul vision form and his arm started to glow dimly with his own life force. Only odd thing was, is that there was no soul inside of this woman. "What the-"

Just then there was another explosion just behind him, blasting the back of his shirt away along with him flying a good ten yards forward until he hit the ground rolling. It was Shye's doppelganger that he took out, not Shye. "Dammit," Dremmick cursed. That was a technique mainly used by the Dolofon, which could only mean...they found him. Dremmick could feel that there wear a number of damaged organs in his body from the two explosions. He would be bleeding internally if he wasn't controlling his blood flow, but now it was so severe that if he stopped, he could surely die quickly. His hand started to glow as he dipped it into the earth, drawing life energy from the plant life around him, and he started to heal himself. This caused the curse to increase a bit further, creeping ever so slowly across his body. If it weren't for Ami's loose healing, he may have not progressed this far for another few years, but it was too late to worry about that now. Dremmick stood up, still in intense pain yet a bit refreshed compared to before. This time though he saw her soul. "You're the one who was watching us earlier," he started, "We should have killed you then." he said breathing heavily. "You won't get away this time."

Dremmick moved back in to engage her, but she proved to be even harder to make contact with than her doppelganger. She stayed to his left side to avoid his arm, and would burn away or explode any blood formations that weren't fast enough to do anything to her. It looked like they were in a stalemate.... unless. She was fast, to a point Dremmick even had trouble keeping up with her, so he had to make the area hazardous so she couldn't close in. Dremmick held out his arm and a red mist started to release from it. Much like what he did against the fire lion, he was creating a fog that he could use blood creation anywhere around himself and the immediate area. She wound't be able to burn through it all, and would effectively be surrounded if she stayed. not to mention the slow painful death he could cause from her breathing it in.

Shye was unsure with this new development. The man could control his blood inside and outside of his body, as well as score a fatal hit from his necromancy. Walking into the mist would be suicide, for certain. Shye backed off a bit. But Dremmick only seemed to try to close the gap, the mist following him. she was able to escape a few times by burning up blood mist closest to her, but it was only a matter of time, she had to find a way to disengage and fight later.

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Allard raised his eyebrows as Nailah downed her tankard, what he didn't expect was nearly losing those eyebrows in a ball of fire shortly after, he just had time to lean back and out of the way, bursting into laughter just after. "I'm perfectly fine, But a tad surprised," he said in reply to Nailah, asking if he was okay, "I didn't take ya for a seasoned drinker." he jabbed about how easily she downed her tankard. "A contest of drinks,eh? How about it my friends," he asked the guardians as he downed his own drink. "Up ta tha task?"

For anyone that agreed, the drinking began. Allard trowing back drink after drink, easily, but it seemed Galland was keeping up with him, The two were competing, just like old times. Over the coarse of many drinks, many stories were shared, never focusing on the bad times, but trying to revive the good times in their lives. "Remember tha year we stopped participatin' in the strength festival before joinin' tha military, n'that yahoo from Onyx won it instead? We was havin' a drink ta toast off our deployment and tha man bumped inta ya on the street here in town, started callin' out all matter of curses at ya." He turned to Nailah so he could explain a bit better. "This guy thought he should take a 'victory lap' o'sorts n' was paradin' around here n' Onyx like he owned tha place. Well, Galland here decided to strap 'em to one of tha throwing boulders we use fur tha competition, and thew him an' tha boulder, beatin' the pompous little shit's winnin' throw by twenty meters!" Allard started laughing as he remembered the look an the man's face. They were all lucky he didn't land under the boulder, but it was still hilarious.



Dremmick watched as Mason went up in the air to speak with Ami. He had to admit, even though she was making herself a literal beacon, what she did for the town was great, even if they had to do a little yard work to regain control of their houses. If it continued though, there could be problems with it. He could imagine of trees started coming up, it could devastate the landscape and any buildings on it, but for now it seemed fine. He even felt better than he has in a long time. As he watched though, something caught his ear, some murmuring about a bright arm? His eyes widened as he looked down, noticing his right arm glowing white hot, nearly full of life energy. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath as he tried to quickly move through the crowd. A wave of pain hit him as the life energy topped out in his arm. An intense burning sensation swept over the entirety of his arm and any wounds he had ever accumulated since the curse took ahold of him, the old wounds glowing white as well. He could feel the burning creeping from the right side of his upper chest as the curse started to spread. He needed to get out of here, fast.

"Quickly! Out of the way!" he yelled to the people, who tried their best to clear a path for him as he started to run any direction that would take him away from Ami. The pain was unbearable, and his wounds started to bleed on their own, leaving a blood trail as he ran. He tried to disperse the energy from his arm, but it was coming in at too fast a rate for him to release it without damaging anything around him. Dremmick was fast, but he wasn't fast enough on his own or with all these people in the streets to make it out at the speed he wanted to. He didn't want a lot of people seeing he had blood magic, so he cut a corner into an alley away from most people's line of sight. Finally able to use his blood magic, he grappled back up to the roof tops. He was able to move much more freely from up there, as well as use his blood magic to help him vault between buildings. The further he got from Ami, the slower the curses progression became, until finally he made it a little ways into the woods outside of town.

He was breathing heavily, the burning sensation of newly cursed flesh making him want to just writhe in pain. From the feeling of it, it had spread from his right pectoral and right shoulder blade, to across his back, to the start of his tail, most of his upper chest to nearly covering his left pectoral and down to the top of his abs. It started to creep up the right side of his neck, though the top of his left shoulder and neck were still fine. His right side down to his hip was also turned. He fell to his hands and knees and dug his fingers into the dirt before falling over on to his back, trying to recuperate. He lifted his glowing arm to the sky and gritted his teeth as he discharged the energy, causing a bright beam of light that very momentarily rivaled the light Ami was casting off, the recoil cratering him in the ground a couple centimeters. He let his arm drop to the ground. That was close....too close. It sounded like he could hear whispers in his head, begging him to continue, with promises of power in exchange. They were louder than before, but he knew they would fade in time. What Dremmick was too caught in the moment and worn out to realize however, were a pair of yellow eyes watching his every move.

Shye was practically delivered the opportunity she needed. To go for the kill.

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Allard was happy to see some old friends since his childhood. He slung his shirt and weapons over his shoulder, in a hurry as he walked over to greet them. He clasped arms with Galland, who had actually seemed to grow a bit taller than Allard over the years! "Well now, old friend, have ya hit a growth spurt or have ya been stuffin' ya boots just ta one up me again?" he said with a hearty laugh. It must have been an odd sight to those who didn't know Allard or the others personally, seeing such decorated and armor clad warriors saluting as equals to this man who wore simple clothes, even if he was powerful. Galland was about the same age as Allard, and both served in the military together. After laughing about some old memories, Allard accepted the invitation, asking Nailah if she didn't mind coming along and meet some of his old friends.

The arrived at the inn again, and food and drink were plentiful. Allard had placed his shirt and harness back on before they arrived. He was caught off guard when one of the knights took their helmet off. "Erica!? Well I'll be... So you have taken to the sword as well have you?" He was surprised, but not really in a good way, though he was still able to retain the happy and hearty smile on his face.



Lynn got up from where she was resting, unsure of how she got here. Last she remembered, they had found that young boy from Vrondi in the back of the wagon. He seemed ready to attack so she used her magic to defend Siiga, but then blacked out in pain. Now she was right where she was sleeping earlier with Metis at her side. She felt better than ever though, and noticed that there was now a crowd around them looking up into the sky at what seemed like a small sun floating above them. Lynn has to shield her eyes momentarily from the light, which drowned out any light from the descending sun. She looked around for any familiar faces, seeing Mason and Dremmick in the crowd among a number of people she didn't recognize. She looked over to Metis. "Where did Siiga go? Is she all right?" she worriedly asked her companion.

Shye was honestly worried that her target would get into a conflict with.... whoever this guy was. He seemed like a typical self-centered royal to her, adorning himself in an exhaustive amount of decorative jewels and gold, and ready to smite any creature he saw beneath him if they even dared to speak to him. These were the kinds of people she enjoyed to assassinate. Even if she overall hated her profession, every now and then, she got a target that she truly felt was worthy of their untimely demise. A look of concern unconsciously showed on her face. She wasn't sure how she would accomplish her assassination if this man was never alone. On target's such as this, who seemed proficient in fighting, it was best to single them out so that she could concentrate on the kill instead of worrying about others. She may have to tail them for a longer time and wait for them to camp. Maybe they will set up a watch routine and she could eliminate him then before the rest of the alliance wakes up.

It was while she was thinking this through that another young man walked up, diffusing the situation surprisingly easily. Her heart fluttered as she saw him as he looked quite handsome, but it quickly faded when she saw he was a knight. He wasn't as highly decorated as the other man, but him being a knight would most likely mean he was a noble of sorts. She wasn't sure hat that skip of a heartbeat was for, especially since she hasn't really seen the man before. She sighed inaudibly and she turned and started to make her way to leave. She needed time to think about how she was going to do this cleanly and quietly. All this fanfare didn't seem to help her one bit. She decided she might head for the edge of town where it was a bit quieter to gather her thoughts.

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Dremmick didn't care a bit for all the titles she had, what had started as him trying to get a guy to scram so she could continue her work turned into her becoming so delusional and wrapped up in herself to the point that she thought they were fighting over who had control over her and how either of them think their rank was above her. To Hell with ranks, Dremmick never once gave a thought to rank for anything he did, and he sure as hell didn't need anyone 'granting him the right' to do a damn thing. Little did either of them know that keeping an ever present aura to keep them healed would do nothing to stop him from killing this guy if he needed to. Dremmick was about to just leave them, he had other things to deal with than to try to help the helpless, but he was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder.

When he turned to see who it was, he was a bit surprised. It took a second to recognize, but it was Mason, looking to be in so much better health now than how they left him that dremmick at first had to double check with his soul vision very breifly just to be sure. He attributed it to Ami, but something felt off. There was a pull of life energy still, like before. It wasn't strong enough to steal from people, but ever since he helped revive him, he'd noticed it, and it still seemed to be going. He couldn't quite place it yet, but there was something else different with how he looked, and it wasn't just the healthier form. Something was different, he just didn't know what.

It was amazing how a different tone could change the exact same thing he said but only moments ago. He appreciated someone actually agreeing with him and seeing what he was saying, but as for this Lucius character, he was sure that he wouldn't back down so easily. Dremmick could only pray that the glistening idiot would leave instead of joining them.

Dremmick remembered that he wanted to talk to the young knight about what happened to him. "He isn't worth my time to fight, or the breath to speak to. I couldn't care less at this point what those self centered 'holier than thou's do." There was a momentary pause, "how are you holding up?"

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When Urag came up to shake hands with Allard, he returned the handshake with a powerful one of his own, locking eyes with him and placing a strong hand on his shoulder. "Urag... Never doubt yur strength lad. You are powerful, but ya still have plenty of room ta grow. Continue ta strive ta be on top, and you will have tha power ta overcome any danger brought ta you or this town." As for the elder's comment, he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "She has helped stop the bleeding of wounds no healer could touch." he replied in a lower quieter to him. "I owe her a great debt."



Dremmick's looked the pompous man up and down, then looked at the group of lackeys behind him, preparing to draw their blades. "Know my place, hmm? My place would be following my duty, would it not? As I'm sure yours should be as well. Tell me....", Dremmick started, his eyes widening as they started to glow from behind the darkness of hos hood and muffler, "how many men are you willing to send to their death for your foolish 'matters of royalty'?" The bandages on his arm started to turn red as well.

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Allard noticed Nailah's little fireshow on the sidelines. It brought him a smile and feeling of warmth as he went up to make his own display of strength. Now, as the deed was done, there was a wild cheering from those around him, some still shocked at the display of raw power. Before anyone else approached him however, Nailah was already there.

"Hey! Shouldn't you have held back a little? The other guys couldn't possibly stand a chance against that!" She said, laughing. "Are you sure you're not one of those giants from children books disguising himself as an oro?" Nailah asked, teasing Allard.

Allard chuckled a bit before answering. "And provide a false hope? Would that not crush them more? For some Oro, this is the day that they gave up on the strength competition. But for that Urag fellow, this is the day that will make him strive to become stronger, I'm sure." He thought for a second, "As for being a giant, well, let it be our little secret." he said, continuing to laugh.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Yeah, Jarred was never one to be to keen on the finer points of socializing, and the explosion didnt quite help him out in that regard. But yall have definately convinced him that being here is not really the place to be.....probably.

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Allard smile only grew as she said she would be cheering for him. "Oh, I'll be listenin' fur it, trust me." He unharnessed his weapons, and set them and their belts down next to Nailah, the ground shaking a bit even as he tried to be gentle with it. He then took off his shirt and laid it to the side, but left the arm cover on. His body was brimming in muscle with just enough fat to smooth him over and keep his body from blowing out under strain, but there was no denying the body of power that resided in him. What was probably more unsettling however, where the uncountable amount of scars on his body from years of fighting. Not just from his years in the military, no, those paled in comparison to the ones he earned in the arena. The freshest seemed to be one in the center of his chest, about the size of the smaller sword he carries now, that if you knew which one you were looking at, lined up with a scar that was also on his back. Speaking of of which, his back was still fresh with scars that dotted its entirety. An experienced warrior may recognized the type of scar from others who may have survived one or two of these, but there were well over thirty scars from arrows in his back alone. It was from his final day in the arena, when his daughter ran him through, unknowing who he was at first, and the arrows that he tried to shield her from. This show of muscle and endurance only drew more people to talk about him, though the older ones who somewhat knew what happened to Allard before he was taken had mixed emotions seeing all the wounds the man has accumulated.

Allard was glad to be welcomed into the competition, and upon Ramu's greeting, Allard laughed heartily, clasping forearms with the man in a strong handshake. "Likewise my friend, It is good ta see home once more. Let's hope I haven't gotten too rusty, eh?" He went on to take his position in line as the last one since he was the last to arrive. He started stretching as the others threw their boulder, none making it as far as the first. Urag was his name, and he had a mighty lead on the others. This should be interesting.

It was now Allard's turn. He simply walked up to the black boulder, not in a showy way, but as if he were sizing it up. He hefted it up casually in both arms and tested its weight buy tossing it up and catching it a few times, and then he even tried one arm. It was heavy, sure, probably about four times heavier than the refined heavy blade he carried day to day, but it wasn't the heaviest thing he had thrown around before either. When Allard was ready, he walked over to the line with his boulder in tow in both arms again. He set it down in front of him for a moment and took a few deep breaths. He then grabbed it again, lifting it off the ground. With a mighty yell he spun around once, stepped forward, leaning his body back, and using all the strength in his legs, body, back and arms, launched the boulder as hard as he could. It soared fairly high into the air, as if thrown by a great trebuchet. It just kept going and going. Thirty meters, sixty meters, ninety meters, and then a rumbling crash was heard as the boulder landed. An oro ran out to see the distance with a rope, steaking it to the ground at the end of the field, as it landed well passed what was marked on the field.

"One hundred and twenty-six meters! ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX DAMN METERS!" the man yelled out in disbelief. Allard rested his fists on his sides as he took a deep breath and released it, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he did so. It was good to be back.



It always amazed Dremmick how people never seemed to look up when looking for someone. He didn't like what this glistening fop was trying to do. Ami was sent out on a mission to help cure the land of the poisons that brought so much despair to towns like this. As Dremmick looked around and saw the town fairing much better, he had built an appreciation for her skills, albeit it made a beacon for any trouble nearby. This man was suggesting abandonment of this cause to gallivant over the countryside eloping? It was shit like this that made him despise knights and nobles alike. Dremmick jumped from the rooftop, landing perfectly in a small open space next to the two. He cut his eyes between all the ones who were closest to Ami, some taking steps back at his sudden appearance from nowhere.

"This land was healed thanks to what she has done, even if she did make herself a beacon to any remnant forces of Nuxta in the area," he said glaring at Ami momentarily before turning it back to Lucious. "Unless you plan on taking her to heal the lands yourself, your childish plans of eloping the countryside together will have to wait." Dremmick had no intention of debating this with the man. But fight, he was definitely ready to do if he wanted one.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

nope, but he does live in a relatively abandoned spot in the area and comes by this bar for a drink every now and again. "extraordinaire"? now you are just trying to butter him up. lol

i dunno, he may have sold scrap or tech to them in the past, but I will leave that up to you. for the most part, if you are buying, he is selling.

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@Allureare you still interested in this? If not or if you found someone already that's fine, was just checking in.