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7 yrs ago
Current Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things.
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8 yrs ago
Not feeling too great everyone. Sorry if you're waiting on me.
8 yrs ago
I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for me. Some real life stuff happened, but for now things seem calm. I'll try to post in my RP's ASAP.

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@Lonewolf685

I'm saving it for later, like when they fight one of the other characters or each other.
Parum didn't get much sleep, not only because of the overwhelming feeling of dread, but she wasn't comfortable laying on stone. It was less comfortable when she heard the milita begin to scramble at early dawn. Having not really rest well Parum got to her feet and tried to figure out what was going on. She got enough from the panicking voices to tell that the bandit army was outside the fortress walls, and their leader was present. Not only that, but they had a family of hostages. And he'd only guarantee their safety if they send someone to fight him in one-on-one combat. Parum froze as she tried to process all this information.

"More prisoners? But I thought we had cleared the village of everyone? Unless... Unless these cultist had captured some prisoners before we arrived. But why would they just stand there and demand a duel instead of taking over the keep? Wait. The prisoner yesterday, she mentioned this... Greenest was only the beginning. After they'd raid what they could they'd just leave. But now they want to mock us, have us fight their champion when we're too tired to fight at our full strength. And we can't rely on trickery or else those hostages would die... Dammit, if only we had an equal force, we could face them head on!"

Parum bit her thumb and tried to think of something. Her first thought was how to save that family. No doubt that the cultist have them somewhere open that could easily be seen; stealth wasn't going to be easy. Perhaps they could create a diversion? but Parum didn't know if that plan would work. For starters, what exactly could they do to create a diversion? Even with her illusion magic, that'd only work within sixty feet or so. She was certain that the rear of the army extended much further than that. Not only that but if the enemy suspects foul play, they may simply execute the prisoners immediately.

Then Parum thought who would be the champion. Already she knew that it'll either be Orchid or Brannor. No doubt Orchid would already be throwing himself into battle, though Brannor would have the honor of fighting as well. But as much as she believed in them, she knew that neither of them would be fighting at their full strength. They had barely any time to rest, and after their last battle they're most certainly out of resources. Even Parum had no more spells to use aside from cantrips, for all the help they'll provide. Parum wished she just had more time to make a plan, but alas she had no other choice. She needed to find the others and figure something out on the go.

Running to the walls Parum found most of the others looking at the enemy. Parum nearly fainted in fright; she knew that the soldiers said that the enemy had at least three times as many as themselves, but seeing all of them made Parum feel like an insect facing a dragon. Or a halfling facing a dragon, considering that's an experience she truly had yesterday. Parum supposed she should thank the gods that these cultist were more interested in collecting treasure for their horde instead of senseless slaughter, because the sheer amount of soldiers present would ensure they'd have no trouble with it. Still Parum steeled herself as she approached the others, overhearing their plans.

"I'm coming too." Parum said loudly as she approached. The other soldiers cleared a path for her, making her feel just a bit more confident. "I cannot help you in a fight, but I will ensure that the hostages are saved, and to negotiate the terms of this duel. I... I'm sorry Brannor. I wish there was some way we could do this without risking your life but..." Parum frozen up before taking a deep breath and wiping a tear from her eye. "I will do everything I can, if you'll believe in me."

Libeccio Ciaossu


Libe crossed her arms and glared at the girl. She didn't care if she could turn lead into gold or shit rainbows, Libe wasn't going to play some stupid game, least of all one she didn't ask for. At least the girl confirmed that she was the Countess, which only served to enforce Libe's belief that the lord of this mansion was a deviant. As she listened there was a taste on Libe's tongue. It was unlike anything she had before. It was scrumptious, and if she wasn't already full she'd have it again. Libe barely caught herself salivating before she came to her senses again and continued glaring at the girl. Libe doesn't remember coming into this mansion, eating dinner, or agreeing to this game. All she wanted was to leave. Even as desert was served Libe didn't even look at it.

"I don't know what sort of drugs you've put into us, but I refuse to play this game of yours. I think I- The fuck!?"

Libe felt something grab her leg and immediately she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over. However when she looked down she saw nothing. She swore that someone's hand just grabbed her by the ankle. It was an all too familiar feeling for Libe. She glared at Countess Rivianne with a snarl. "I don't know if this is your interpretation of a joke, but the next time you have your servant lay a hand on me, they won't get their hand back." Libe adjusted her hat and flapped her coat outward as she kept staring daggers at their hostess. "I'm quite done here."
@TheWindel

Oh shit. I knew I was forgetting something. Sorry about that, I'll add it in right now.

Name: Catarina
Age: 77
Race: Wood Elf

Equipment: Steel Cutlass, Steel Throwing Daggers x4, leather armor, pet bird, Dragon Ivory Longbow, elven arrows x50
Shout: Storm Call

Bio: An orphan turned pirate, Catarina started her life picking pockets and cutting purses as young as 11 years old. She had to grow up fast to survive the streets of Penchal. She became a hired blade as soon as she could have afforded enough money to buy herself a sword, though she often got hired to simply assassinate people others didn't have the guts to do themselves. Catarina continued to assassinate others for money until she ran into some trouble with a merchant lord, who had used magic to fake his death to chase Catarina down. She had to join up with a pirate crew to escape the authorities and eventually arrived in Skyrim. After stealing some treasure off the pirates, Catarina felt into Skyrim to try looking for some "honest" work. And that's how she ended up getting involved with some strange folk calling themselves the "Dawnguard"...
Hibiki & Shizuka


When Hibiki heard the slime woman's words, she hesitated for a moment. The Nexus was a wartorn place, so much so that it wasn't unusual to see soldiers as young as children involved in the fighting. When she saw this green-haired girl Hibiki thought that she was just another soldier, set to this battlefield to kill just like they were. But to hear that she was essentially the child of the current Leader of hell... That was something that Hibiki couldn't pass up. Shizuka on the other hand cared very little who the little girl was or what the slime woman said. Shizuka stood between the two with her sword pointed towards the blue woman. "All I see is a little girl. And you, a monster."

Just then Endian stormed in and proceeded to unleash a storm of electrical attacks at the slime. Shizuka would use this opportunity to get the girl and the strange frog creature to safety. Shizuka ran over to the small girl and her doll, lifting her up and returning to Hibiki. Lowering the two carefully to the floor Shizuka looked up only to see Hibiki level her weapon at the girl, causing Shizuka to shield her. Her shield grew large enough to completely cover the girl from any of Hibiki's bullets.

"Hibiki what are you doing!?"

"We do not consort with demons, Shizuka. I don't know what drove you to save that girl, but she's not ally of ours. She's a demon, and there's only one thing we do with demons. Now step aside Shizuka."

The two sisters had a tense standoff, both unsure of what their next action should be. They knew that there were angels incoming, but there was a demon right here. Shizuka tried to reason with her sister. "This girl is no threat to us Hibiki, and we have bigger problems to deal with right now. Lower your gun and let's find a way to keep moving instead of fighting!" Hibiki however remained steadfast, never wavering her rifle. "You heard it yourself. She's a spawn of the leader of Hell. I don't care if she is a little girl or a walking corpse, she needs to die." The two twins glared at each other, just waiting for the other to make a move.

As the two continued their stand off, a dark orb approached them. Neither moved as the orb spoke to them, promising power and telling them that their leaders were fake, puppets in a grand game. This person, Helena, was offering a chance to rebel against them. This made Hibiki glare at her sister. "... Was this your plan all along? After you got stronger you decide that... You don't need the Machina anymore? Queen Eos?"

Shizuka shook her head and remained steady. "I don't know what this person is talking about, but obviously they intend to divide us. She's saying this just to make us fight each other, instead of focusing on the true enemy."

"Of course..." Hibiki pointed her gun upwards. Shizuka lifted her shield slightly. "We should be focusing on our real foes. The ones right in front of me!" In a flash, Hibiki rolled a grenade underneath Shizuka's feet. Shizuka only had a moment to react as she slammed her shield over the grenade in order to suppress the explosive force, but it was still strong enough to send the blue-haired maid crashing into the ceiling.

@Lonewolf685@Banana@Awesomoman64@Lucius Cypher

Name: Catarina
Age: 77
Race: Wood Elf

Equipment: Steel Cutlass, Steel Throwing Daggers x4, leather armor, pet bird, Dragon Ivory Longbow, elven arrows x50
Shout: Storm Call

Bio: An orphan turned pirate, Catarina started her life picking pockets and cutting purses as young as 11 years old. She had to grow up fast to survive the streets of Penchal. She became a hired blade as soon as she could have afforded enough money to buy herself a sword, though she often got hired to simply assassinate people others didn't have the guts to do themselves. Catarina continued to assassinate others for money until she ran into some trouble with a merchant lord, who had used magic to fake his death to chase Catarina down. She had to join up with a pirate crew to escape the authorities and eventually arrived in Skyrim. After stealing some treasure off the pirates, Catarina felt into Skyrim to try looking for some "honest" work. And that's how she ended up getting involved with some strange folk calling themselves the "Dawnguard"...
@Lonewolf685@Banana

Do you two mind if I have Shizuka pick up Luci and Frog and bring them back to the cliff with Hibiki and the others are? For safe keeping of course.
Hmmmmm. I think I will wait, it's too soon for Libe to post again since the only reaction she'll have is to the hand touching her and possibly trying to figure out what's going on. Like, two paragraphs, tops.
I'm very tempted to post again, but I think I'll wait for at least one more person, preferably KoL, before I post Libe's reaction. From her position would Libe be able to tell if this hand was disembodied or just attached to someone who has no sense of personal space?
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