In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
The silvered weapons don't have any crazy effects because those characters already have the advantage of magic. If you want one of the silvered blades to shoot magical cutting-projectiles, it would be a result of your magic, not the weapon itself. Not that they don't have nifty hidden features themselves. Although maybe not as drastic as the sin ones. Your characters don't know any other spells at this point either, so the magic itself would have to be part of your 'Signature'. I really need to come up with a better name for it...
Otherwise, you'd need to be strong enough to produce an air current powerful enough to cause that effect, which in MY universe is completely possible, but we won't go into that for now.
Before anyone could act, Aiv roared, lifting the heavy black pillar over his shoulder and smashed it through the air. He stood before the shambling forms that hunted them and acted as a bulwark. Whether his companions would aid or not, it did not matter to him. He sought only the thrill. Whatever he had been in the past, a true warrior's spirit shone through in his new body. The black mass swiftly crashed into one of the twisted forms, sending it into the nearby wall like a flatcake. Though it would tax him, Aiv continued to push through, carrying forth the rest of the fell swing. The cumbersome black pillar went wide like a huge club, parting the wave of smoke momentarily as the weapon took a group of the fanatics into the nearby rumble. Splashes of grime and gooey black substance splashed across him as they lay still in the murky pools. The smoke shuddered for a moment and returned to form, in a slightly unnatural manner, as if pushed by an outside force. Was this part of some plan? Where they plotting something behind this veil? Aiv might have not found anything particularly strange with it, partly due to his breathless state, but perhaps a more magically perceptive member might.
Other shapes quickly began to form within the shadows, signalling another wave. Though Aiv, without a doubt, would wish to continue fighting, his weapon lay unmovable in his sore arms. He may have acted such a way, but he wasn't the warrior he once was. His new body posed limitations, even an indomitable will cannot overcome.
Suddenly, one of the twisted ones lurched from the smoke, a spear and blade aimed right for his chest.
If someone else managed to stop the attack, it would spare the man from sure pain. The rusted edge definitely looked gnarly enough to leave a nasty effect beyond just the wound. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to take it, strained to the limit as he was already.
Meanwhile, Isabella was in a similar predicament.
The second of the two many-limbed hounds, this one being the reanimated bottom half of the twisted ghoul, went undisturbed in its attack onto her.
Isabella, still winded from her earlier action, used the last burst of her strength to move in a defensive manner to dodge the attack, making sure to have her blade protect her. She managed to get herself out of the way, mostly, but was caught in the shoulder with one of the flailing claws as it soared past her. Many hands meant it could reach unnatural places. The little thing clung to her, reeling the rest of the abominable, snapping jaws towards her pretty little face. To many, this would be one of her only redeeming features, being the avid troublemaker she was. Luckily, with her blade already poised, the redhead was able to redirect most of the creature and spare herself the facial reconstruction. She shoved it away with the flat end, sending it the opposite direction. But it left a nasty gash where she tore its grip. The way it collided with her mid-jump caused her body to swing awkwardly too, subsequently spiraling her into a nearby murky pool. Poor thing. But being in this pitiful, drenched state was better than taking a bite from the little chomper, that much can be certain.
However, it was far from being done. She only managed to avoid the problem, not deal with it. The creature writhed, swinging its many bony arms similar to how a spider acted when turned upside down. Eventually, it flipped over. It snapped its jaws again, readying for another attack.
It seemed bent on her as a target, but anyone can feel free to join this little 'duel'.
Isabella herself was only dealt a relative scratch, and so was still able to act normally. But the festering in her shoulder would prove quite concerning. Best not let that happen again. If there was a lesson to be learned from all this, ignoring these things would not be an option without consequence, especially one so fast. And with their draining strength, it was only a matter of time where even the most cautious action wouldn't prevent sure harm.
Dwyn would wander into the dark hallway in the East, persuaded by her own logic, leaving the battle with the monsters to her comrades behind her. Whether someone notice or not, or are going to stop her, that is still left unanswered.
Despite her calm demeanor, the girl was suffering deep inside. And soon, she was made to suffer more. In truth, this was not the first time she had seen the effects of the 'Blight', as she would come to realize. Dwyn would begin to remember bits and pieces as she walked down this shameful path, one guided by her twisted reasoning and self-assurance. Terrible things, indeed. This was not the first time she failed herself and her friends, not the first time she could've done something, but chose not to. What kind of guilt did she have buried deep inside? Whether she allowed it or not, the memories poured forth into her mind as she pushed further down the dark pathway. Her warped halberd grew heavier and heavier until it writhed and jumped out of her arms, the large blade-head morphing into a mouth that laughed at her. Or was that her own imagination?
Consumed in her own twisted thoughts, Dwyn had unknowingly plunged deep into the darkness in search for something, anything, maybe in hopes for an answer. The faint light was far behind her now, like a star far away. She was unable to see anything anymore, even herself. From what it felt, the soft current of wind, she was no longer cramped in the narrow hallway anymore. But where was she exactly?
Suddenly, a voice now spoke to her, far from above. A small light blinked on, revealing a small huddled hooded figure at the top of some ramparts. He was holding a lantern the size of himself. Was it because the object was large, or that he was small? It was unclear at this distance.
"You're not one of them, are ye? Ha, of course not. You're like me... sane, far too sane. Sane enough to run." the timid voice chuckled eerily, but a loud crash in the main chamber caused something deep below to rumble again. This made him growl.
"Ah, Damn. Dammit! You've lot gone and done it now! I was waiting for that patrol to pass by so I can move on to the next spot. Weeks I've been sittin' up here, and just like that, all my time's been wasted! Now the whole place is sprung to life! Who knows how many of those damn priests and their hunting dogs are running about..." the voice spat, nearly tossing the lantern in rage, "Augh, so many set-backs! Whatever, they'll never find me up here... Even if they do think to look up here, I'm too crafty for them. I'll keep hiding until I'm safe, what's another week or two... haha. It'll be worth it, in the end." the voice told itself, laughing again as he returned to a more stable mood.
Turning back to Dwyn, "Hm. Speaking of which, what are you doin' here? Only the desperate dare travel all the way out here, to the 'Corner of the World'. Bah, what am I asking? There's only one thing of value here. The soul of a 'God'. Lemme guess, you're one of those 'heroes' sent here to attain power that would save your dilapidated kingdom from ruin? No, a hero wouldn't run... Or did you wish to bring a loved one back to life? I heard Gods can do that. Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"
The hooded figure seemed to be deliberating something.
"Hm. How 'bout this? I came here lookin' for treasure, buried deep at the bottom of this dusty old temple. See, I'm a collector of sorts. Gets me by in these dark days. Not interested in all this 'ascension' nonsense that's been going about. Whatever you seek, it must be there too. How about we help each other out? I'm sure you ran because you didn't fancy being turned into a sacrifice too..." he chuckles, "Poor souls, happened right before my eyes..."
@Rune_Alchemist You suggested an a 'neat idea' with the sword, but I dunno what you want to do exactly. If you can add a short description what your character plans to happen, that'd be great, otherwise I'd just have to guess on what that means for my post. X^D
Thanks! Makes that hour or so worth it! :^D And that's what I imagined, I'd expect they're treating her as only a tool since she's kinda like a criminal. Makes for more fun, in my opinion.
Appearance: Sorry if you hate messy B&W drawings, I was too lazy to color it. Maybe some day.
Name/Alias: Minev, the 'Tell-Tale Witch' Age: 22 Race: Amali/Draelni Kingdom of Origin: Border Town - Caraxis, Nomadic
Short Background: Death was more common than life from where Minev came from. All of her memories, every single one of her motivations were driven by the very force. The name of her old home doesn't really matter. For it doesn't exist anymore, nor do the people whom she once belonged to. Everything along the mangled border was swallowed by the black mists that poured from the heart of darkness. The price of greed, as it were. Made alone in the world, Minev was left to die. It was a wonder why she was spared from annihilation. Perhaps even darkness would not take such an abomination. She did possess a so-called 'tainted' bloodline. Or it might've been another force at play. Wandering in the nothingness, an old family of crones found her and took the girl deep into the nearby swamps. There, deep in the marshlands their coven lay in secret, guarded from intruders by a veil of dark and twisted hexes. They saw something in the little orphan girl, a gift unlike any others. It was something they could not allow to go to waste. They would teach Minev dark arts, forbidden things so that she may learn to harness her gift. She would memorize of curses and rituals to call upon spirits, bending them to her will. In her quickness to learn the intricacies of the craft, they would shower her in presents, praise, and tender love.
For once, she felt at home in the world. It did not matter what they asked in return.
When she reached a proper age, they approached her with an important task, one only she can fulfill. In truth, these old witches worshiped a forgotten God, who harbored them for their curiosity. Though whether it still existed remained a mystery. Their goal of reaching this 'greater truth' branded them as monsters, for their means, derived from feverish dreams involving the deity, could easily be misunderstood as evil and wretched. And so they waited for something like her, to finally 'set them on their path'. She had the potential to transcending all they could never achieve, and to do so, they needed to push the girl to her limits and beyond. She would need to make a sacrifice, for them. Without hesitation, she accepted this task bestowed upon her. Minev went along with the painful rituals, laying still as they seared magic into her very flesh, allowing them to torture her in countless ways to bring forth her inner promise. This was for the people she loved and whom loved her back, she would think. They were her family. It was rightful to make 'sacrifices' for one's family, and so she endured it all to see their wishes come true. It was a long and grueling process that lasted long months, maybe even years. It was impossible to tell. She was frequently left battered, not a single ounce of strength left but to cry from the aching and pain. Her mothers whispered sweet things in her ear to sooth the suffering. and so through it all, her love and body did not waver. It didn't stop until she heard a 'voice' that emerged deep within her, one that belonged to neither imagination or reality. Maybe it was just her mind breaking.
It was hazy what happened after, but when Minev awoke, she was alone again. She would leave the sunken library in the swamp, bringing only the knowledge they engraved in her mind. The young woman had nothing to follow but the voice in her head. She soon came across a dying animal. One much like herself. Try as she did, Minev was unable to heal it and the poor thing laying dying in her arms. In her desperation, the Voice spoke to her, teaching her how to use her dormant gift. Listening to the instructions of the Voice, she touched the corpse to draw upon the trapped spirit, seeking to lure the soul as she has done so many times before. But the effect was far greater than she anticipated. It was effortless, how she pulled the essence from the body. Instead of the black swirling mass of a spirit who died in pain, this particular spirit was milky white, wholly pure and cleansed of any qualms. Was this her true potential? It was unlike any of the mindless apparitions conjured before too, possessing a free-will and thought all on its own. This one chose to follow her.
The pale crossbreed was overjoyed to have a friend, to not be alone. She no longer required a proper vessel to contain and dominate spirits anymore, as she would come to understand. With her newfound power, Minev set out with a new purpose. She would find others to take along on her journey to reach 'the beautiful place the voice spoke of'; a place without death, a place of peace.
Like a family, she protected them and they protected her. She felt happy once more.
In her search, Minev would eventually be drawn to Altamea, where she would conduct her studies and experiments along the borders. Though she wanted to go about peacefully, she would quickly earn 'fame' through her odd habits, garnering the attention of the neighboring country for her odd expertise in the supernatural. Apparently, it came about in her conflicting viewpoint, being featured in many wild stories passed along by travelers. Her unnatural resistance towards the corruption, tied with her odd appearance, made people think she was some sort of demonic entity that took root in the region. A common story was that a mysterious pale girl would appear to those who are suffering, truly desperate to die, and 'free' them by devour their soul. Others tell of how she consumes the souls of beasts and people alike, a monster among monsters. Often, her arrival would be marked by tell-tale signs and strange trinkets, such as wooden dolls and oddly shaped shadows. The issue became so great that a group of Paladins were sent to deal with the rising panic. When they discovered her true nature, they had an opportunity like no other. Her ability to commune and manipulate spirits of the dead is viewed as taboo, being as it violated some of the principle laws regarding magical conduct established by Voy and Crux Redentor. Such an offense is punishable by death. But instead of killing her then and there, they offered the witch an ultimatum. Minev would act as their representative for the upcoming Ascension, but in reality, her purpose was to infiltrate the Architects and relay their secrets. They were tired of going unanswered.
Urged by the voice in her head, she smiled and accepted.
@eklispe Oi, I know that, mate. I'm just sayin', unless you're plannin' on losin' both hands, we're gonna need someone else who can pick off baddies too. XD
@ERode Uh... dat pun doe. :^D And nah, feel free to post now. It's technically a new round, so it doesn't make a difference who posts first or whatever. That's the just the penalty of being absent, losing priority.
@kagethekiller It's all well, mate. At least you told us, so there's no harm. Feel free to make a post anytime. And don't worry about that, you haven't been killed. The others made sure to protect your unconscious body from the baddies. Just have Orpheus wake up and join the fray.
@Lasrever Unless an action is utterly useless, I will always try to provide some kind of option or reveal extra information to base upcoming decisions off of. To properly answer the question though, if you choose to skulk about, especially down one of the other passages, I can assure you'll definitely find 'interesting' things.
@Aristo Yeah, I noticed you were busy doing other things, so I didn't want to bother with it. I thought you weren't coming back, to be honest. But I'm always happy to see anyone make a return. :^)
Missing from that list of weapons is the Unknown's Anchor, Dywn's Halberd, and Aiv's Pillar thing. As for your role, we don't even know your character's power yet, so it's hard to determine. Come to think of it, we didn't even establish your weapon yet either. Those two things will come to play big parts in shaping and defining each member of the cast, so I'd say start thinking about those first. I'd encourage to do what you think is fun, rather than fill out some archetype, since it's more about good team play than any sort of perfect composition. Though that perfect wombo combo can be fun too, don't get me wrong. I think the party lacks some kind of long-ranged kick, so you can always do something like that.
There are guns in this universe, if that entices you.
Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
[b]Disclaimer:[/b] I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D<br><br>In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty. <br><br><span class="bb-b">Disclaimer:</span> I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy? <br><br>I can't do anything more than that. </div>
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