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I don't seem to have much to do anymore. I might drop out if that's the case, but I'll wait a little longer.
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I personally liked Scorpion King though...
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I've seen that name a lot around here... and apparently they've been making R34 of it like crazy. What is it even about?
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MrDidact said
Archmage, That's what you can do when you GM Archmage :P Besides that mostly applies to PCs or bosses, I let a lot of other stuff slide. Like most of Krein's posts xD He does have senses though, if not more than flesh and blood. At the very least is should feel funny.
Yeah I usually don't try during NPC dealings. If Summoner were an actual PC then things would play out differently, but otherwise I kind of just do random stuff for the hell of it. Besides, I haven't been feeling much of anything these days...
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As opposed to what the Summoner might have expected, Abaddon didn't fall to his knees or become overwhelmed with pain and fatigue when he attempted to reabsorb the essence of the fiery gryphon. Abaddon wasn't dumb, he knew quite well how risky taking in another magical being's power could be, but having done that many times before he had a passive ability of filtering out foreign influence as it became overtaken by his magic.
That didn't mean ALL of the Summoner's magic was "purified" though, especially since he had taken it back from Abaddon mere moments after it had entered his second mouth. Unfortunately for the Summoner though, nothing Abaddon had affected with his magic was "healthy" to others.
"Run away you arrogant babbler, and be cursed with an affliction that will remind you of your futility against me until the time comes for me to kill you for sure!"
The Summoner was filled with energy, sure, but it would flee from him quicker than ever. Using his own magic would gradually hurt and weaken him, noticeably at that. Abaddon hoped his new foe wouldn't die before their next reunion, it'd be a same not to get to tear into his flesh!
Within a split second, the Summoner was gone. Abaddon growled, and now that most of the fighting was over, pain began to set into his body. The Summoner's last attempt to damage him hadn't hurt him, but some of the attacks from the battle woth him and the other creatures took their toll... particularly that damned fire gryphon's.
"Feed."
There were enough corpses and fleeing creatures to help him restore himself. He had to wonder what was going on deeper inside...
That didn't mean ALL of the Summoner's magic was "purified" though, especially since he had taken it back from Abaddon mere moments after it had entered his second mouth. Unfortunately for the Summoner though, nothing Abaddon had affected with his magic was "healthy" to others.
"Run away you arrogant babbler, and be cursed with an affliction that will remind you of your futility against me until the time comes for me to kill you for sure!"
The Summoner was filled with energy, sure, but it would flee from him quicker than ever. Using his own magic would gradually hurt and weaken him, noticeably at that. Abaddon hoped his new foe wouldn't die before their next reunion, it'd be a same not to get to tear into his flesh!
Within a split second, the Summoner was gone. Abaddon growled, and now that most of the fighting was over, pain began to set into his body. The Summoner's last attempt to damage him hadn't hurt him, but some of the attacks from the battle woth him and the other creatures took their toll... particularly that damned fire gryphon's.
"Feed."
There were enough corpses and fleeing creatures to help him restore himself. He had to wonder what was going on deeper inside...
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"Just. Shut. UP!!!"
Abaddon was nearing a frenzied state now. On top of being choked and sliced at by the Summoner's own tendrils, Abaddon was being seared by the heat from the freshly risen fiery copy of the gryphon. He HATED being burned, it probably hurt him a lot more than most other things that could be conjured up by magic or technology. Having fed only recently, he was more resilient to it than usual, but it still hurt like hell. Abaddon formed a blade from his arm and sliced off the tendril that was grasping his neck before sending a powerful wave of deterioative magic that pushed the skeletal and fiery gryphon away from him. Both became visibly affected by the counter attack with the skeleton beginning to crack and crumble (but still remaining mostly intact) and the fires of the fiery copy flickering and decreasing in their brightness. They both screeched and took on a more defensive role, circling both their master and Abaddon to wait for another attack.
Now normally, Abaddon would have taunted the Summoner a bit more. He did that to pretty much anyone he was in a heated confrontation with. Would he make some kind of witty remark about the guy's downgrading words? Maybe take a stab at him?
Actually no. Unfortunately he'd do none of thise things. Abaddon was pissed and so was the entity residing within him. Two "people" pissed at the same time and about the same things- being mocked and burned? Yeah, this wasn't going to be pretty.
"Fool. Perhaps you have been around longer than me, but I am one with a being that has lived for millennia longer than you have practiced your pathetic displays of magic."
The Summoner had regenerated his tendrils and now attacked Abaddon with him, only to have them painfully sliced off by Abaddon's wings and be charged at himself. Abaddon grabbed him by the throat and attempted to rip his windpipe out, but was stopped when the dark mage channeled a burst of magic through his left hand right in front of Abaddon's face. The monstrous visage faded temporarily, revealing his human one, but it slowly regenerated itself anyway. Abaddon hissed angrily.
"How weak."
Abaddon prepared to lunge for the man, only to have his path blocked by the fiery gryphon which now prepared to jump on him and incinerate him with its flames. Abaddon merely bared his fangs even more instead of backing down.
"Hiding behind your pathetic pet still? Begone!"
A literal wave of his claws, and a vortex of swirling devouring energy manifested itself abive the gryphon. It immediately began to "tear off" bits and pieces of the fiery body, causing it to screech in pain and attempt to flee. When it tried to though, the vortex pulled with enough magical force to hold it in place and continue its work of destroying the flaming monster.
Next up was the skeletal gryphon which flew at Abaddon from behind. Sensing this, Abaddon performed a backflip and latched on to its head before standing up and making a pulling motion with his arms. Once again, the glyphs appeared all over its body. Abaddon leapt down, still keeping tendrils attached, and used his downward force and strength to topple it and send it skidding towards the Summoner. Though he narrowly escaped, the skeleton wouldn't be so lucky. The arcane glyphs flashed as its spirit was pulled away from its bones along with the magical energy keeping it there, ensuring that the summoner had no way of reviving the skeleton into a proper and strong ally. Abaddon's second mouth opened wide as the spiritual energies flowed into him at the sme time the now lifeless bones were pulled towards the red vortex and destroyed. Abaddon looked towards the summoner angrily.
"I might not have been around as long as you have, but I certainly have destroyed many beings who have had more power over 'the Art' for more hundreds of years than you have! Now, YOU surrender, and I'll oblige to give you a quick death!"
Abaddon was nearing a frenzied state now. On top of being choked and sliced at by the Summoner's own tendrils, Abaddon was being seared by the heat from the freshly risen fiery copy of the gryphon. He HATED being burned, it probably hurt him a lot more than most other things that could be conjured up by magic or technology. Having fed only recently, he was more resilient to it than usual, but it still hurt like hell. Abaddon formed a blade from his arm and sliced off the tendril that was grasping his neck before sending a powerful wave of deterioative magic that pushed the skeletal and fiery gryphon away from him. Both became visibly affected by the counter attack with the skeleton beginning to crack and crumble (but still remaining mostly intact) and the fires of the fiery copy flickering and decreasing in their brightness. They both screeched and took on a more defensive role, circling both their master and Abaddon to wait for another attack.
Now normally, Abaddon would have taunted the Summoner a bit more. He did that to pretty much anyone he was in a heated confrontation with. Would he make some kind of witty remark about the guy's downgrading words? Maybe take a stab at him?
Actually no. Unfortunately he'd do none of thise things. Abaddon was pissed and so was the entity residing within him. Two "people" pissed at the same time and about the same things- being mocked and burned? Yeah, this wasn't going to be pretty.
"Fool. Perhaps you have been around longer than me, but I am one with a being that has lived for millennia longer than you have practiced your pathetic displays of magic."
The Summoner had regenerated his tendrils and now attacked Abaddon with him, only to have them painfully sliced off by Abaddon's wings and be charged at himself. Abaddon grabbed him by the throat and attempted to rip his windpipe out, but was stopped when the dark mage channeled a burst of magic through his left hand right in front of Abaddon's face. The monstrous visage faded temporarily, revealing his human one, but it slowly regenerated itself anyway. Abaddon hissed angrily.
"How weak."
Abaddon prepared to lunge for the man, only to have his path blocked by the fiery gryphon which now prepared to jump on him and incinerate him with its flames. Abaddon merely bared his fangs even more instead of backing down.
"Hiding behind your pathetic pet still? Begone!"
A literal wave of his claws, and a vortex of swirling devouring energy manifested itself abive the gryphon. It immediately began to "tear off" bits and pieces of the fiery body, causing it to screech in pain and attempt to flee. When it tried to though, the vortex pulled with enough magical force to hold it in place and continue its work of destroying the flaming monster.
Next up was the skeletal gryphon which flew at Abaddon from behind. Sensing this, Abaddon performed a backflip and latched on to its head before standing up and making a pulling motion with his arms. Once again, the glyphs appeared all over its body. Abaddon leapt down, still keeping tendrils attached, and used his downward force and strength to topple it and send it skidding towards the Summoner. Though he narrowly escaped, the skeleton wouldn't be so lucky. The arcane glyphs flashed as its spirit was pulled away from its bones along with the magical energy keeping it there, ensuring that the summoner had no way of reviving the skeleton into a proper and strong ally. Abaddon's second mouth opened wide as the spiritual energies flowed into him at the sme time the now lifeless bones were pulled towards the red vortex and destroyed. Abaddon looked towards the summoner angrily.
"I might not have been around as long as you have, but I certainly have destroyed many beings who have had more power over 'the Art' for more hundreds of years than you have! Now, YOU surrender, and I'll oblige to give you a quick death!"
I'm not sure when everyone else will post their second CS's, but here's mine.
Name: Alexander Castellar
Age: 18
Godly Relation: Set
Magical Abilities or Skills: Alexander is able to channel the chaotic magic of Set to perform a variety of storm/desert spells. The storm magic portion of his magic is pretty self explanatory; he is able to conjure up thunderous clouds to darken the area, have a pseudo electrical barrier, or simply have different routes to fire his lightning bolts. Desert magic almost goes hand in hand with storm magic though, as Set's storms aren't necessarily lightning/rain storms but... desert storms obviously. Alexander can summon small yet fierce sandstorms to buffet his enemies, and with this magic he is easily capable of producing fires or intense heat waves.
Combat magic is also an obvious area of magic Alexander is adept at, as Set was one of the chief defenders of Ra during his nightly travels through the Duat. He can conjure demons from the Duat too, though usually only one or two, perhaps three tops, as these guys are feisty and would gladly tear him apart were it not for Set's influence.
Favoured Weapon(s): Red, magic staff which ends in the head of the Set Animal; Khopesh
Skills: Manipulation, Combat, Magic
Appearance: I will get back to this
Personality: WIP
History (if applicable): WIP
Mostly a work in progress, but I just posted this here to keep this thread alive and to have something for me to build off of.
Name: Alexander Castellar
Age: 18
Godly Relation: Set
Magical Abilities or Skills: Alexander is able to channel the chaotic magic of Set to perform a variety of storm/desert spells. The storm magic portion of his magic is pretty self explanatory; he is able to conjure up thunderous clouds to darken the area, have a pseudo electrical barrier, or simply have different routes to fire his lightning bolts. Desert magic almost goes hand in hand with storm magic though, as Set's storms aren't necessarily lightning/rain storms but... desert storms obviously. Alexander can summon small yet fierce sandstorms to buffet his enemies, and with this magic he is easily capable of producing fires or intense heat waves.
Combat magic is also an obvious area of magic Alexander is adept at, as Set was one of the chief defenders of Ra during his nightly travels through the Duat. He can conjure demons from the Duat too, though usually only one or two, perhaps three tops, as these guys are feisty and would gladly tear him apart were it not for Set's influence.
Favoured Weapon(s): Red, magic staff which ends in the head of the Set Animal; Khopesh
Skills: Manipulation, Combat, Magic
Appearance: I will get back to this
Personality: WIP
History (if applicable): WIP
Mostly a work in progress, but I just posted this here to keep this thread alive and to have something for me to build off of.
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MrDidact said
Pixi, Both of them yordles? Would you consider diversifying? We don't even have a Vampire :P Codenames not required but one will probably be stuck upon them if they aren't chosen haha. Poly, Don't worry about that haha. Also updated every situation except Krein's bout with the Summoner. Just his luck he gets the toughest one so far :P
Don't worry, he's really holding back believe it or not :p.
I had my first day of school today and have some reading and note taking to do for an upcoming quiz. I'll try and have my post up later tonight or sometime early morning when I'm waiting around for classes to start.
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This poor Summoner is really making his odds worse... I mean, his poor gryphon is pretty much screwed already and this is one giant ass eagle-lion thing.
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Pain shot up Abaddon's arm as the supernatural parasites ate away at it. With the supernatural covering receding from it, he saw that the damned little things were all over his actual flesh too, and if he didn't do something about this quick they were bound to infest the rest of him and strip him down to the bone. Abaddon never planned on dying, but if he ever did, it certainly wouldn't be death by worms!
"That's just plain disgusting!" He snarled as he dodged blasts of magic alongside the gryphon's attacks. He quickly shot a tether of magic at the Summoner and made his mark, though it actually didn't hurt him. It would have just felt like a rather large needle being jabbed into you, or maybe it just tickled, but again, harming this guy with the magic wasn't his goal. Abaddon hissed a few words, causing the tether to flash brightly and...
The supernatural parasites appear on the man's body instead. They were no longer eating away at Abaddon, but even then he raised up his claws and allowed his deteriorative magic to course through his body to burn away any and all leftover worms and would be curses that the Summoner could have planted on him.
"You want me to use my magic? There you go!"
Abaddon waved his claws and summoned shadowy claws to hold the man in place, though this time Abaddon let one of them cover up his mouth and nose (both to keep him quiet and to stifle his ability to breathe). The parasites had time to do their dirty work, and now Abaddon had more time to deal with the now mutated monster that was attacking him again.
"Oh no, Gryphon has mega evolved into Mega Gryphon!"
He easily dodged the swipe of the monster's talons by springing backwards, and he repeated the same maneuver to avoid being caught in it's snapping beak. Now Abaddon shot out a hooked tendril which pierced its side, not to kill it but to use it as means to quickly zipline onto its back. Balanced, Abaddon raised his arms, an action which caused the ground beneath the monster to darken and shimmer with purplish energy as large, monstrous hands trapped the monster in place.
"You're mine now..."
A sharp and slithering tongue came out of Abaddon's second mouth and pierced the head of the monster. No blood or flying flesh though, because it had actually bypassed it material flesh to directly enter the mind of the gryphon. Another uttering of mysterious words, and Abaddon pulled the tongue out for his magic to do its work. The monster thrashed and screeched out in pain as mysterious, red glyphs began forming over its body. Slowly maybe, but each one caused that part of the monster's body to smoke and burn away.
"Did you think that your mutant freak there would be the first oh so scary monster I've faced before? Don't make me laugh!"
Abaddon hopped off of the gryphon to the ground below.
"The countdown for your pet's life has begun, though there's really nothing you can do about it. Realize, I could do the same thing to you and just let you die a slow and painful death like it's doing, but that just wouldn't be fun for me!"
"That's just plain disgusting!" He snarled as he dodged blasts of magic alongside the gryphon's attacks. He quickly shot a tether of magic at the Summoner and made his mark, though it actually didn't hurt him. It would have just felt like a rather large needle being jabbed into you, or maybe it just tickled, but again, harming this guy with the magic wasn't his goal. Abaddon hissed a few words, causing the tether to flash brightly and...
The supernatural parasites appear on the man's body instead. They were no longer eating away at Abaddon, but even then he raised up his claws and allowed his deteriorative magic to course through his body to burn away any and all leftover worms and would be curses that the Summoner could have planted on him.
"You want me to use my magic? There you go!"
Abaddon waved his claws and summoned shadowy claws to hold the man in place, though this time Abaddon let one of them cover up his mouth and nose (both to keep him quiet and to stifle his ability to breathe). The parasites had time to do their dirty work, and now Abaddon had more time to deal with the now mutated monster that was attacking him again.
"Oh no, Gryphon has mega evolved into Mega Gryphon!"
He easily dodged the swipe of the monster's talons by springing backwards, and he repeated the same maneuver to avoid being caught in it's snapping beak. Now Abaddon shot out a hooked tendril which pierced its side, not to kill it but to use it as means to quickly zipline onto its back. Balanced, Abaddon raised his arms, an action which caused the ground beneath the monster to darken and shimmer with purplish energy as large, monstrous hands trapped the monster in place.
"You're mine now..."
A sharp and slithering tongue came out of Abaddon's second mouth and pierced the head of the monster. No blood or flying flesh though, because it had actually bypassed it material flesh to directly enter the mind of the gryphon. Another uttering of mysterious words, and Abaddon pulled the tongue out for his magic to do its work. The monster thrashed and screeched out in pain as mysterious, red glyphs began forming over its body. Slowly maybe, but each one caused that part of the monster's body to smoke and burn away.
"Did you think that your mutant freak there would be the first oh so scary monster I've faced before? Don't make me laugh!"
Abaddon hopped off of the gryphon to the ground below.
"The countdown for your pet's life has begun, though there's really nothing you can do about it. Realize, I could do the same thing to you and just let you die a slow and painful death like it's doing, but that just wouldn't be fun for me!"
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