Pyro V

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

So, when someone is paralyzed, they freeze inside of a little cage, right?
So what if we do that inside of a glyph of repulsion?
Would they bounce around that little cage until they turn to mush and the paralyze wears off?
Or would they stand still and have their body pounded by a godawful force and when the paralyze wears off they just fall to pieces cause the force kindof smashed all their organs?
Information required for scientific purposes.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Why not two bigger hammers?

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Well, I'm already in Creation, and intended to go into the buffs anyways. Might as well grab a bit of healing while I'm at it.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Even with a massive black eagle painted permanently on her face and a shit attitude, Anna has managed to garner two admirers. Maybe the Emprah does care enough about the little guys to grant miracles.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Lucio - Fereldan Circle Tower

Three templars brought the Antivan mage into the tower, clamped in irons and without most of his equipment. Well, not exactly without. While two of them had taken up positions on either side of him, the third was carrying his sword and satchel. The Antivan, while in a terrible position, had a smile on his face, and walked calmly beside the templars, keeping his shoulders square and back straight. He'd tried to make conversation a few times before, but none were really interested in it, so now he just kept up the act of a man who knew of his innocence and was quite smug about it. Truly, he was smug, but for reasons other than that of his innocence. He just knew that eventually, he'd get out of this place, catch a boat to Rivain, and live in luxury and ease for the rest of his life.

The templars led him up to the office of the First Enchanter, where two old, grey men stood, presumably the First Enchanter and the Knight-Commander of the templars here. From what the Antivan could tell, the Commander wanted him executed, or at least imprisoned for a while until they could decide what to do. Loud, obnoxious, and generally just an irritating man, the Antivan decided about the Commander. The Enchanter, he wanted to just put the mage through the "harrowing," whatever that was. Calm, collected, and polite. He liked the old man already.

Since they'd yet to notice the intruders into he office, and the templars seemed loathe to interrupt, the Antivan cleared his throat loudly. He got a jab in the ribs for it, but he managed to keep his composure while under their gaze. He bowed his head to them, then smiled at the men. "Ah, it is good to finally get out of the cold," he said, his accent as thick as the First Enchanter's beard. "I believe it was me you were talking of just then, so I think it would only to be fair if I were allowed to speak for myself."

The Commander made his way towards him, shooing out the other templars, who slammed the door behind them. "You don't get a say in anything, you're a rouge mage, possibly even a blood mage!" he shouted, practically right in the Antivan's face. "You should have just been executed and been done with it."

The Antivan sniffed, then turned to the First Enchanter. "I think I would prefer to speak with you, my good sir." Another bow, this time much lower. "Lucio Peruzzi, Antivan mage and refugee." Before he could be questioned, he continued, "I was a sanctioned mage back in Antiva, until I ran into a bit of trouble with some unsavory types, so I fled south. My intent was to take a ship back to Antiva, and completely circle around them and hoped they died on the way." Mostly true, except for his intended location. "Though, now, I can't exactly do that now, since I have been wrongfully detained." Once more, he smiled, this time at the Commander.

However, the First Enchanter spoke before the Commander could shout his outrage or disbelief at him. "Young man, I do not know whether to believe you," he said, causing Lucio's face to drop. "However, I do not believe you to be a blood mage, for why would you have allowed yourself to have been captured in the first place?"

The Commander grumbled, but let it go. "Fine, Irving, maybe he isn't a blood mage, but I don't buy his story. He could have fled to the Chantry, or another Circle, but instead he ran for freedom. And what about a phylactery? There should be someone searching for him already."

"Greagoir, it does not matter now. It would be better for all of us if we merely put him through the Harrowing, made him a phylactery, and introduce him to the Circle. That is my say on the situation."

The Commander, Greagoir, Lucio assumed, looked furious, but dropped it. "Fine, Irving, but if anything comes out of this other than the perfect image of obedience, that mage won't see another morning. Are we clear?" He turned towards Lucio, glowering.

"Crystal," Lucio said, smiling smugly. The Commander stormed off while Lucio suppressed his urge to laugh in victory. Because it was only a temporary victory, and if he did escape this place, they'd have a way to track him down and either drag his sorry ass back or kill him on the spot. Either way, it wouldn't end pretty for anyone, because he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Irving placed a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't think you're free just yet, Peruzzi. You've still got a long way to go before you're off the hook."

Damn, that old man was ominous.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

I lied, it's been two hours.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Anna merely shrugged at the Inquisitor's response, but could tell that some of the people in the room were more than a bit relieved as the oppressive sense of emptiness that was her aura was lifted and contained to just her. Even so, she'd still be invisible to daemons and invincible to psykers, which was what she was meant to be. However, now, rather than others, it was she that felt wrong. Like her sight was reduced. Yes, she could still see the psykers in the room, but she couldn't feel them anymore. And it bothered her. She wouldn't know where the Navigator was until he tried to incinerate her. And he might just kill everyone else with the splash, if it wasn't concentrated. Weird, how she seemed to care about the others.

When the Inquisitor motioned, the Interrogator took her position at his right, just behind him, and followed closely. Archimedes flapped his wings a few times, and flew on ahead. Anna placed her helmet back on, and rested her left hand on the pommel of her daemonsword. The psykers could probably feel the raw power of the greater daemon bound within, now that her aura didn't cover everything. Her brows furrowed beneath the helmet, which managed to just fit over the collar around her throat. Thankfully, or else it wouldn't have mattered how much Xersus ordered, she would have ripped the damn thing off. Only idiots went out into a free fire zone without a helmet.

Archimedes was already waiting at the Chimera for her, and as soon as the doors opened, he flew in. Anna sat in the seat directly next to Xersus, the raven in her lap, quietly muttering to itself. Her hand gently rubbed down its head and back while the Inquisitor spoke again. When he finished, she shook her head. She knew her job. Go out, find the Navigator, and get the thing. If he refused to give the thing, she brought him back so the Inquisitor could deal with him to get the thing. Archimedes let out an ominous caw, which caused Anna to shush it quickly. She wanted a bit of quiet before they were to go out.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Will get something up in about an hour.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Central Standard Time.

High Casual Skyrim Sandbox Roleplay

Watching this.