suddenly Peril goes Attack on Titan.
I'll try and help with the stats and skills, too!
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I'll try, at least. I'm working in Logic X, if it interests anyone. No fancy plugins, but a rather large sample library. I'll do my best, even if it does take a while, or might not happen. If I'm taking way too long, poke me. I might have forgotten.
Do tell me what it's for, what kind of atmosphere you're going for, and so forth. If you request specific sounds my mind might go off in a completely different direction. I'll try to stay true to the requested feel though.
That's about it then.
Do tell me what it's for, what kind of atmosphere you're going for, and so forth. If you request specific sounds my mind might go off in a completely different direction. I'll try to stay true to the requested feel though.
That's about it then.
time for plan b
:::strangle the nearest deer (that is a deer, right?) to death. Continue in this action until that deer is very dead.
:::strangle the nearest deer (that is a deer, right?) to death. Continue in this action until that deer is very dead.
going to second Lance here. It seems we're the only ones around…?
Cease Fire | Alhvaharyis
It was... interesting. The events up to now were... interesting. There was a strange, hollow, emptiness inside Alhvaharyis. Again, that same detatched feeling. Chaos was raging all around him, but it was like he were in a bubble, or perhaps viewing events not quite pertaining to him. Lothar was fighting Davian, and the Templars were fighting the last of the Papacy, and Draza was actually facing off against Greed! Greed! Alhvaharyis giggled. Apparently, the Lord had been called by his summons. It had not been his intention to call Greed, but Greed had come, nonetheless. If he was capable of this, on accident, perhaps, if he investigated more in this direction... hah! What a foolish thought. The irony of a Papacy noble... quite delicious. Alhvaharyis stored the thought in the back of his mind.
Carefully treading around Greed, Alhvaharyis moved towards where the Papacy mercenary leader was engaged in battle. He drew his knife and waited for an opportunity to present itself, still grinning slightly.
It would seem fortune was with Alhvaharyis. A Templar and Republic soldier were tag-teaming against the Papacy's muscle and were working in synchronicity. It would seem the Republic had some Templar training when it came to combat itself. The Templar knocks up the Papite Templar's weapon and cries for a switch, in which the Republic soldier comes in and grapples away the two-handed sword. The enemy lets out a cry as his hands slip from the grip and the weapon goes flying. Alhvaharyis saw his chance, a large gap in the Templar's armour and surges forth, thrusting his blade upwards into the gap... And hits home. The enemy Templar wheezes out, eyes wide and begins to collapse.
His grin widening, Alhvaharyis plunged the blade deeper into the Papacy soldier. He felt warm, viscous blood gushing down and soaking his hand, and the man's soul flowing into him. Still trapped inside a bubble, Alhvaharyis stretched.
"Well," he said, brightly, "cooperation is a wonderful thing, is it not? Now, let us finish off the remaining mercenaries."
He wondered if they found his expression odd, then noted that was quite a curious thing to wonder. Alhvaharyis shrugged, and turned his attention to the others.
The two who had helped attack against the leader of the mercenaries were uncertain, looking at Alhvaharyis and his mad grin. A chill runs through the Templar of the two as he begins to back away, "Dark mage..." he growls, before moving to help his kin. The Republic soldier eventually nods, but appeared to be distracted. Perhaps it was Greed's maddened cries and laughter to blame. Either way, the Republic soldier slips in alongside an ally struggling against the final two mercenaries.
And perhaps it was the first's distration that threw off the timing of his ally as he jumped in with no concern. The first of the soldiers attempted to raise arms to block the attacking papacy mercenary, but the weapon was easily swatted away. And as if a demon possessed, the other mercenary lunges in and strikes clean through the throat of the fumbling soldier. The ally cries out in horror and attempts to drive away the attacker in hopes of saving their ally. They begin to slip in the blood pooling on the floor. The first attacker readies for another blow, but Alhvharyis manages to land a strike from behind, biting deep into their armour. The attack was not as clean as against the leader of the group, yet it was enough to save the careless soldier and weaken the mercenary.
"Hey..." Alhvaharyis whispered to the mercenary, radiating an aura of fear, "quis custodiet ipsos custodies?"
The mercenary's eyes widen in shock and confusion from the strange words and sudden biting blade. "Gywhat?!" He gasps, struggling to get away. Where had this man come from?! In the background Greed begins cackling wildly, "Yes yes YES Alhvaharyis! YOU ARE DOING WONDERFULLY!"
"Nobody!" Alhvaharyis chuckled, lunging forward and plunging his blade down.
It was... interesting. The events up to now were... interesting. There was a strange, hollow, emptiness inside Alhvaharyis. Again, that same detatched feeling. Chaos was raging all around him, but it was like he were in a bubble, or perhaps viewing events not quite pertaining to him. Lothar was fighting Davian, and the Templars were fighting the last of the Papacy, and Draza was actually facing off against Greed! Greed! Alhvaharyis giggled. Apparently, the Lord had been called by his summons. It had not been his intention to call Greed, but Greed had come, nonetheless. If he was capable of this, on accident, perhaps, if he investigated more in this direction... hah! What a foolish thought. The irony of a Papacy noble... quite delicious. Alhvaharyis stored the thought in the back of his mind.
Carefully treading around Greed, Alhvaharyis moved towards where the Papacy mercenary leader was engaged in battle. He drew his knife and waited for an opportunity to present itself, still grinning slightly.
It would seem fortune was with Alhvaharyis. A Templar and Republic soldier were tag-teaming against the Papacy's muscle and were working in synchronicity. It would seem the Republic had some Templar training when it came to combat itself. The Templar knocks up the Papite Templar's weapon and cries for a switch, in which the Republic soldier comes in and grapples away the two-handed sword. The enemy lets out a cry as his hands slip from the grip and the weapon goes flying. Alhvaharyis saw his chance, a large gap in the Templar's armour and surges forth, thrusting his blade upwards into the gap... And hits home. The enemy Templar wheezes out, eyes wide and begins to collapse.
His grin widening, Alhvaharyis plunged the blade deeper into the Papacy soldier. He felt warm, viscous blood gushing down and soaking his hand, and the man's soul flowing into him. Still trapped inside a bubble, Alhvaharyis stretched.
"Well," he said, brightly, "cooperation is a wonderful thing, is it not? Now, let us finish off the remaining mercenaries."
He wondered if they found his expression odd, then noted that was quite a curious thing to wonder. Alhvaharyis shrugged, and turned his attention to the others.
The two who had helped attack against the leader of the mercenaries were uncertain, looking at Alhvaharyis and his mad grin. A chill runs through the Templar of the two as he begins to back away, "Dark mage..." he growls, before moving to help his kin. The Republic soldier eventually nods, but appeared to be distracted. Perhaps it was Greed's maddened cries and laughter to blame. Either way, the Republic soldier slips in alongside an ally struggling against the final two mercenaries.
And perhaps it was the first's distration that threw off the timing of his ally as he jumped in with no concern. The first of the soldiers attempted to raise arms to block the attacking papacy mercenary, but the weapon was easily swatted away. And as if a demon possessed, the other mercenary lunges in and strikes clean through the throat of the fumbling soldier. The ally cries out in horror and attempts to drive away the attacker in hopes of saving their ally. They begin to slip in the blood pooling on the floor. The first attacker readies for another blow, but Alhvharyis manages to land a strike from behind, biting deep into their armour. The attack was not as clean as against the leader of the group, yet it was enough to save the careless soldier and weaken the mercenary.
"Hey..." Alhvaharyis whispered to the mercenary, radiating an aura of fear, "quis custodiet ipsos custodies?"
The mercenary's eyes widen in shock and confusion from the strange words and sudden biting blade. "Gywhat?!" He gasps, struggling to get away. Where had this man come from?! In the background Greed begins cackling wildly, "Yes yes YES Alhvaharyis! YOU ARE DOING WONDERFULLY!"
"Nobody!" Alhvaharyis chuckled, lunging forward and plunging his blade down.
::: start stripping the bark off of the nearest tree
::: Request Character, Giant
::: methodically start stripping away tree branches
::: methodically start stripping away tree branches
welcome welcome! I like my tea fruit-flavored, how about you?
Relaxed pace is pretty nice. And yeah, I'll get a short post up also, soon.
giant courtyard huh.
MOSH PIT TIME
MOSH PIT TIME
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