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Armageddon- an apocalyptic fantasy game

and again

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well you have only posted ic once, if you were to actually try to progress your story a bit...

Armageddon- an apocalyptic fantasy game

*bump*

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why not do a "zero fill" thing where azai accidentally uses too much energy and fails? might be bs but it would finish his part in the story

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Raph was no fool, those bandits would've attacked with reckless abandon even if he'd tried to talk to them and so he'd used his full strength to drive them back. This woman was different however, she was studied in magic which meant that she understands how precious energy is. She made him an offer he had no right to accept and so he decided to counter, "These are my clients, the people not the goods. I can't just let you walk off with them, I also doubt I'll be paid very well unless they keep all of their supplies so how does this sound? You join our caravan until we reach our destination and any bandits we encounter we'll tie in a line to the back cart and you can take them when we finish our business?"

Raph didn't enjoy the idea of forcing people into slavery, however he realized it was the only way to prevent further damage to the caravan. He had no clue who this woman was but he understood that she was dangerous. All that mattered to him at the moment was ensuring the safety of his clients. "I doubt you'll go into the city, so we'll hand over the bandits when we're outside of town. Does that sound satisfying?" Raph understood that there was no sense in asking if it were fair so he picked his words carefully.

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well, undead are a servant race, and humans are the shortest lived race in Wurnfast, followed closely by the Loenroth then the Taerin, Demons and Vaenshu

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don't worry about it

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Seeing the fireball coming Raph raised his hammer and deflected the brunt of the attack, unfortunately both horse and driver on the wagon were dead. Hopping off Raph told the caravan leader to hide and began marching toward the new assailant. Understanding that all out combat would do more harm than good when fighting against another fire mage Raph decided he would try to communicate with the strange Vaenshu woman.

"What is your business with this caravan?" Is business really the right word? She was very clearly shooting to kill... oh well, can't think of another word that would apply. "If at all possible we should cease hostilities, us fighting would do more harm than good" declared Raph in a measured tone.

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@Crimson Raven you still haven't made the changes I asked for to your cs

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As the bandits descended upon the caravan Raph unleashed his burning fury, his hammer became wreathed in raw flame and every strike scorched the earth before him. Before leaving the Vaenshu education system he had been given the title "Fire Lord" this title meant that he had graduated top of his class in fire magic studies. He had all but mastered how to control his flames, walking forward slowly, breathing calmly and taking great care not to set the land ablaze as he crushed and burned the simple bandits before him.

In his current state not only was his hammer coated with flames but his wings themselves took on the aspect of fire, spreading out behind him in a hellish display of power, lines of fire running intricate lines along his armour.

It seemed strange to Raph as he unleashed his flames the bandits seemed to go from nervous to absolutely terrified, more so than you'd usually expect someone confronted with an armored monolith of burning death would be. After striking down the fifth bandit Raph noted that they were retreating and let his flames abate. Breathing heavily he lumbered back to the caravan and made sure that everyone was alright. Urging them to pick up the pace Raph jumped up next to the driver of the first wagon so that he could catch his breath.