Kazemitsu

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Well I COULD do something that isn't combat related. But...that'll be my plan B

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@ERode *points to previous posts about regening bone bars* o3o

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@Crusader Lord
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Help us it's 2v4.5 lol

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

wtf did I just partially listen to...?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Kaze's eyes narrowed when his sword bit through the robes. A man that fragile looking...wouldn't have had that kind of resistance. He had felt his blade hit something hard. He kept his eyes on the old man, only his secondary eyelids, which were transparent, kept his eyes moist. His ear flicked towards the surprised gasp of the woman. Those steel eyes narrowed when the old man just started to laugh, obviously psychotically since he had no more screws left.

The giant reptilian man swing his sword down, barely missing the old cleric by an inch. His sword shattering the stone beneath the older man. "I don't need salvation, runt. Especially your brand of it" He growled out as the cleric tossed off his cloak to reveal the bone armor beneath.

The elder talked to the woman who had dashed in, was she under a spell? He glanced at her finally, noticing the lack of grace and more rigidness to her movements. He snorted as she nocked an arrow and fired it at him. The arrow pinged off his pauldron, not even scratching the heavy steel. His Iron Body worked well against arrows, the second one barely scratched his abdomen. He ignored her, despite her jerking movements she was faster and she was further away. He didn't enjoy cat and mouse.

Kaze did hear the groans of the undead, he looked and saw the zombies. Great...him without a good dose of fire. "Take care of them, paladin." He said as he lunged at the older cleric. That great sword of his whistling through the air, the edge finally sparking into life with electricity. The rest of the blade glowed with an orange hue. "Sunder." He snarled, aiming to break the mans blades and armor with a powerful hit. Strangely...he was wielding that massive blade with one hand.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Don't point out tired peoples typos! So mean

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura 'glanced' back at Trent and how he seemed to panic at the mention of so many of them there had been. "You don't have to worry about that. Unless the core gets stronger it was more of a 'come here' presence when it first broke from the 'boss' I defeated." He said, he had actually planned on going to check out what was calling. But that didn't work out so well.

The youth bristled at what Asura had said before, earning him a laugh. "They'd have to be a lot of small fries all at once...and they'd have to be smart. Just sheer dumb numbers could do it but in this place....unlikely. I don't think they have the numbers to do it." He said, he was clearly very sure of his capability to kill whatever came at them. But they moved, with Trent carrying Ardur.

Why was he using his defensive arm to carry him? Whatever, let it be a life lesson to keep your guard up and damage down. A whistling, and Trent fumbled to block but he did so just barely. A sharpened throwing spear...a poisoned javelin judging by the purple shit on the tip. He scooped it up, it was something he could use later, and made sure the purple poison didn't touch him. A pseudopod swept out, scooping up loose stones. He filled what inventory he had with the things before gathering them on the surface of his body.

He was making a disk of stone to act as a shield. Now wasn't the time to play around and try to get a higher Pierce Resistance nor to get Poison Resistance. "Alright, time to move quick. Watch your footing obviously." The red slime said as he slid along the ground. Ah the joys of not having feet! He was moving pretty quick, but not so fast that he'd leave the others behind. He was cocky but he wasn't stupid.

Their objective seemed to be the pulsing red light...but what was between them and it?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Kaze took note the bone walls were covering the rear doors as well. Since they were the only people inside, including the insane old man, he could only assume it was him making it. His thoughts were getting interrupted by the old mans rambling though. The old codger wasn't the only one with a twitchy eye anymore, the huge reptilian man had tried to be a little polite...or just ignore him. But it was impossible now.

After a few more moments of the insane ramblings, Kaze snapped. "Would you shut the fucking up!" He'd roar, actually making dust shake from the ceiling. Strong lungs on him. "Fucking religious nutter! Go do something useful with what's left of your crap life!" He continued loudly, clearly fed up with it all. Never mind the fact he was probably against religion to begin with. What with being a lizardman among humans and other 'higher' races.

With his hollering done he glared angrily at the psychotic man before his head turned towards the mound of bodies. They were all younger than the man and not in the happiest shape. It also shifted and moved a little. A weakened person wouldn't be able to move enough weight like that. Fucking...magic users...

"Elf, do something holy to that mound of bodies." He stated as he lunged towards the elderly psychotic man. His sword held back before he swung it around. A sideways cleaving strike to just bisect the man at the chest.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura 'blinked' when Trent shushed him and wanted him to focus on fighting. "I've been fighting for a long time, multi-tasking while fighting weaklings is easy." He said as he flicked off the acid of the undead slime. It had burned quite a bit, even when he ingested it. Now wasn't the time to try building resistances since they had an actual objective that wasn't 'live until tomorrow'.

He'd taken note that Ardur's Shield spell was nullifying some of the acidic damage, but it didn't negate it fully. But then again was it meant to negate acid damage? Food for thought later on. The others finished off their enemies quick enough and now it was quiet. Trent asked if there were any other Revivers left in the cave. "Dunno, I didn't exactly keep a headcount on who left and who stayed. I'm fairly certain none of them stayed unless they were weak-willed and got taken in by the core." He said as he started to move deeper into the cave.

Ardur decided to name Mother Slime...for some reason. "She's not a pet..." He muttered, having had a cat named Missy when he was human. Rambunctious lil shit. Ardur knew where Jason's cave was, but he plonked down and began to do something. Probably a passive way to gain mana or something. "Trent, pick him up so we can keep moving. I'll let you know before-hand if enemies are coming." Asura stated before moving further ahead, clearly acting as bait while staying close to the right-hand wall.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The buff reptilian man was a little surprised that the Steel Ranker hadn't said anything. From all he had heard humans were very prideful, taking it further than they rightfully should. Then again, just because he was Steel Rank didn't mean he could stand up to a lizardman. That reptilian race was well known for their ridiculous strength and he was no exception. Hell his stature was more on display than most of his people who wore full cured leather clothing.

Still his mind was wandering. The farmer likely wasn't going to be at the Guild. No point having to trundle through a town waking up and everyone going this way and that. So off to the East Entrance once more, since the quest had mentioned east farm lands...and Druid Girl had said something about it as well. With that he was off, dipping and swerving around people who were in his way. That fluid reptilian grace not matching the rest of his figure, was he part snake? Who knew.

It only took him a little bit to get to the East Entrance and he spotted his two companions, just in time so see Archer Girls floofed hair...droop? Were all humans capable of that? His eyes cut towards the sight of the ramshackle wagon, the ancient nag, and the less than impressive farmer. He couldn't say much about nosepicking, he himself sent mucus rockets flying when he needed to clear his nose.

"Did you get everything?" He asked the two ladies as he stepped up behind them.