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Bobby is led to a dark bare room and as the guard behind him closes the door and dim lightbulb begins to flicker. Revealing on the wall a series of red lights that were completely off. But not for long, Bobby flipped a switch and a slow humming sound could be heard as electronics unseen in the room began to turn on. And slowly one by one a red light turned on, meaning another Casino owner was online. It took about ten minutes but soon, all but one of the red lights was one. And the once deadly quiet room began to emit low grumbles and annoyed sighs as each of the Owners had their nights interrupted by a man who openly disliked them. Bobby notices the one red light not turned on and cocked his eyebrow

“Where is the fox brat?” Bobby sneered

“Darius had more pressing matters to attend to. Not everyone likes your company. As surprising as that may be to yourself”

“Pressing matters eh? I guess the slaughter of an entire angelic army is not as important as making sure his sluts got enough dough stuffed in their panties”

The room became quiet as the owners silently contemplated what this meant for them and their strategic position in the area. Rumors of the Angelic remnant mounting an invasion into Gospel territory had spread. But it was just speculation and then total silence from any reliable source.

“What happened?” quipped one owner meekly

Bobby sighed as he let his backpack fall to the floor. Speaking as he slowly unzipped the bag.

“ Five weeks ago I had run into the invasion force. They had just penetrated the official borders of Gospel with little to no resistance. I offered my scouting skills to them since I knew the land better than anyone in their army. To my surprise, the invasion force was led by Echetus's former weather Angel. Who had survived Gospel's purge and went into hiding. I guess he wanted his city back.”

He pulls out of the bag a sealed manilla envelope. The small security cameras that were placed on the corners of the room zoomed in on it since the owners wanted a good look at what was inside. Needless to say, the contents let out a gasp of disbelief and horror. Casino owners were not squeamish they killed a variety of people all the time with little concern. But this, was on a whole new level.

“ It was a complete disaster when they laid a siege to the city. The defenses were heavily underestimated. Anti-air and artillery pretty much wrecked the bulk of their forces alone. Then when they were finally battered enough. They sent out a few squads of Gate-killers”

“A few? How many squads are we talking here?”

“About four or five”

“THATS IMPOSSIBLE! Your mean to tell me that 20 or 25 individuals took out an entire army!?”

“Like I said you idiot the artillery and anti-air did most of the work. The Gate-Killers were just clean up duty. Though it still is impressive. They had to mop up about 900 remaining Angels”

“Fucking hell...”

“The Weather Angel was captured and tortured, his wings were torn out before his head was bashed in.

“Hah! What a noble death for such a graceful creature” said a sneering, sarcastic voice.

“Well if you want, you too can enjoy the same treatment. After the siege was broken, the Gospel military has gotten bolder. Their advancing their armies. Primarily on territory held by Koa, but we do have one issue. We have a squad of Gate-Killers deep in our own borders.”

“Shit. How far are they from the city?”

“ I was tracking them all day this morning. They've been purging towns and sparing the young children, sending them off to Echetus. Gotta keep that population rate going up I suppose. Anywho, last town I saw them at was about 20 miles away from the city. Though that’s when they spotted me and I needed to split.

“Absolutely wonderful. And it was my grand opening too. Well damn, I recommend we put the City under a state of emergency. Amp up security and close off the city. No one can enter or leave for the next 48 hours”

“I agree. I'll make sure Bobby's report gets sent to Koa, they need to know about this as soon as possible.”

“ Furthermore, if anyone was planning on going through with any... less that polite activities. I suggest they hold them off until this has been handled. Send word to Darius about this. Bobby, we need you to go back out and locate that group of Gate-Killers and inform us of their location every hour after finding them. Retreat only after they've left our territory or if there is evidence they'll be advancing on Kenan, though I doubt they'll be that stupid.”

“Funny, I don't recall you having the power to order me around.”

“FUCK YOU AND LISTEN TO US! Jesu would have given you the same damn order!”

Bobby growls angrily and spits on the floor as response before slipping the switch and disconnecting them from his presence. He picked up his backpack and left the room, angrily slamming the door behind him. He grimaced as the alarms began to wail throughout the city.

He had work to do.

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Hello everyone. I don't know about you but this is the beginning of finals week for me. So good luck to all you college bound students in regards to tests.

Anywho, i'll be putting up a post myself by tomorrow. I was planning on doing it tonight, but some things came up with weekend that have made things difficult. Thankfully its over and done with for the most part and I'll be getting to work on my own post tomorrow. I hope things are going alright for fellow players as well :)

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Here Cometh the Wolves

“Raid them! Slaughter them all!”

“STRING THAT BITCH UP!”

“Burn that fat sow!”

“Do it... just do it you sniveling coward”

“Shut up! Just Shut up! There's no reason to cry.”

“Please, please don't cry..

“No! NO! NNNOOOOO-

For the first time since Saul arrived in this strange land. He flinched slightly, and not at the sight of a sword or a swing or some magical horror. No. It was merely the words of a crazed Shaman. He sends a glare down at the Shaman and makes sure to move away from him. He didn't need to hear this. He didn't need to hear the ramblings of some lunatic. Not that he cared! It was irrelevant anyway and everyone here seemed to acknowledge that the crazed little lizard was there for poor amusement more than anything else. Right? Nothing that he said mattered right? It was all wacko talk. A bunch of crazies trying to break him. Well they couldn't if he wrapped his hands around that scaly little neck and pulled its trachea-

“Indeed Clansmaster” Saul replies charismatically with a welcoming grin on his face.

“I've been sent to investigate this nightkiller that has been giving the City a bit of trouble. Seems everyone is pinning the suspect to be either a lycan or Lizardfolk, on account of the killing methods seemingly being very... brutal. A lot of tearing and ripping to indicate claws or teeth.”

Saul gestures to S'biss, specifically his claw-like nails and shrugs. Right now the one thing Saul could use more than anything else was a place to sit... and maybe a drink. Saul thought it a bit morbose that a blood stained clans temple would be the closest thing to a social gathering he would experience. But Dammit he would take what he could get. And to be perfectly honest, this was much better than those military ceremonies he had to subject himself to in Rheinfeld.

“The paranoid idiots around these parts are naturally suspecting that it's either a “savage wolf” or a “barbarian lizard” going around killing these government officials. Of course, that's probably unlikely. My comrades have inspected a body and the wounds are too meticulous for the claws of a Lycan or Lizardfolk. But nonetheless, on the surface it doesn't look like a pretty case for your kind. Someone wants to make you folk out to be serial killers trying to destabilize the government.”

Saul's face turns grim as he stares down at S'biss.

“I think both of us know just how bad things will get if race wars break out. So it's something I'm trying to squash before the situation gets out of hand. Which leads me to why I came here in the first place.”

He looked to his side to take a look at Rexel, whose hand was already instinctively reaching for his weapon. Understandable nervous, but also stupid. True, they weren't exactly in friendly territory. But that alone was why they needed to not be idiots. He snarls at Rexel and glares at his weapon hand, a sign to take his hand away from the sword pommel. The guards didn't seem to mind, but Saul wasn't taking any chances.

“The latest victim went by the name of Erlfried, apparently he was a port official of some sort. I was hoping that you could tell me anything about him. Like who would benefit from wanting him dead?”

S'biss crosses his arms, tail flicking before he nods, "Troubling indeed..." S'biss looks around for a moment before booming out, "Let any of those who have killed smoothskins of late step forward now." None step forward, but a shadow passes over the room as one attempts to sneak out of the room. A low rumble emanates through the room as S'biss addresses them, "Krissviss. Step forward and speak."

The lizardwarrior stops in his tracks and turns about, obviously frightened before he moves to the center of the battle circle, going onto one knee. Shaking, his eyes are downcast as he hisses, "Do not know the Erlfried, Clansssmassster.... But... It no me. No no, only the little ssssmoothssskinsss. They crunchy, tasty..." He shuffles uncomfortably, peeking up as his tongue flickers over his jowls uneasily.

However, Rexel, at the confession, appears to have had enough. With a roar of anger, he draws his sword and rushes forth to attack the clansman on his feet. It was apparent that none were moving to help either the captain or the warrior. The warrior, though, was too quick, rolling aside and out of the way of the blade with an angry snarl.

Before Saul could react, Rexel had charged at one of the lizardfolk and had drawn his sword. That idiot! Did he not see where he was right now? Did he not see the damn blood on the floor? His first instinct was to reach for his own sword and chop the captain's arm clean off. But he realized that wouldn't get him anywhere good. So instead he ran behind Rexel and moved his large powerful arms around Rexel's body before eventually tightening his grip and hopefully putting him in a full Nelson before the Captain could go on a second swing..

“You Fool!” Saul hissed into Rexel's ear. “Do you want to die?!”
Rexel slips out of the hold and slams his armoured elbow back and into Saul's face, bashing his nose and sending it bleeding. "HE KILLED THEM!" he snarled, moving out of the way as the tribe warrior lunges at Rexel, snapping and lashing out with claws angrily. Still no one appeared to move as the conflict brew. Even the clansmaster watches on, eyes flickering with amusement.

“You Moron! He isn't the killer, he just ate some dumb gnome-

He feels the armor slam into his face and he stumbles back. Letting go of his hold on the Captain and feeling the blood start to run down his face and into his thick beard. Was it broken? Who knows and Saul didn't care at that moment, his temper flared and his eyes were set to kill. Which is why he didn't reach for his sword. Because he would try to cleave the man in half at that point. So instead he clasped his hands together to form a club of sorts and waited for a pause in the Lizardman's lunges and swipes. He didn't want to get caught in between that thing's claws. He began to run at Rexel in an attempt to ram him into the ground with the added bonus of his clasped hands clubbing the man square in the face. That would probably knock the Captain to his sense, if not out cold. He didn't say anything, nor make a rage induced roar. It was all in his eyes, set to kill, maim, murder, plunder, steal and thrive in violence.

The Lizardman lunges in once more to strike, but Rexel was apparently far more skilled. He simply side-steps and allows the momentum of the warrior to carry him onto the captain's blade and impale himself. The lizardman shudders and falls to the ground, reaching numbly to his greivous wounds. The captain, caught up in his victory, spits and begins to wipe his blade. And it was at that moment that Saul's massive blow connects and knocks the captain out cold. The shaman Adissis squirms and edges closer to the ring, eyes wide on the dead man and curious of the state of the captain. S'biss, however, lets out a low grinding chortle as he claps his hands, "A good show... Saul, was it?"

Saul takes in a deep sigh as he begins to compose himself. One dead lizard and a knocked out military commander. This was the definition of a diplomatic nightmare. He wondered how badly he would get chewed out by some weak little politician. Then as he began to reset his crooked nose with a resounding cracking, he realized he didn't really give a damn. Nobody hit him without expecting retaliation. End of discussion.

Rolling his eyes, he hoists the unconscious Captain onto one of his shoulders easily enough, even with the armor on, Saul was capable. Besides, even though Rexel was a damn fool, he wouldn't leave him here. He looks at S'biss square in the eyes, wet blood masking the lower portion of his face and making his beard sticky and unpleasant. He didn't like people knowing his name, it brought up crappy memories and a certain stigma he would always want to avoid. But the next part would be totally humiliating for Saul and he gritted his teeth at the thought of it: he lowered his head in submission and forgiveness. His feelings inside were boiling and it was plain on his face he hated it. Even so, his words were sincere.

“Indeed. That is my name. My sincerest apologies for my guide's idiocy. I can try to compensate for your kins death.”

Then he suddenly cocked his head backed up and looked at S'biss, his eyes back to their usual determination and fierceness.

“But I still need any information on this nightkiller, and his latest victim, Erlfried.”

Saul sighed quietly to himself. smooth transition

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Thanks for letting me know Mika, guess i'll be running solo. Hope you can make a speedy return :)

And Wind, Darren is accepted

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Hello guys. Hope you are all doing well. I don't have much of an update since well... not much to update on xP things seem to be going well if a bit slow. CS's are being put up and posts are being discussed and talked about. I like that.

Tempest, character is accepted on my end. Though we discussed things before so that shouldn't be a surprise there. Unless Mika has any objections, you're in the clear.

I know I haven't been around too much guys. Past few weeks have been incredibly busy via school and social life. But I'm always logging onto the guild a few times a day to check on things. So if you have any concerns, please feel free to address them here or to myself or Mika privately.

Happy RP'ing y'all

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Glitchy, you're characters are alright with me.

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Glitchy said
The wait continues....

Not for long.

I will not accept these characters as is. Mainly because of this reason right here

Glitchy said An esper is a rare human that manipulates essences

Stop. Stop right there. A human cannot manipulate essence. They can never manipulate essence because they are Human. End of discussion. That is what Demons do. It seems you want the abilities of demons without any of the weaknesses that come with it. Sorry, but it won't fly. Here is what Human's can do in regards to magic as taken straight from the first post of this here OOC

Humans, have a strong essence within themselves like angels, but instead, humans use it to mix with the essence of the outside world, making a diverse of magic very possible for humans. Think of it like a form of alchemy or chemistry: mixing one's own essence with some other kind of essence to basically form a magical cocktail of sorts.

The only essence an human can use freely is their own. Exceptions are when they are tainted with Demonic influence, which comes with its own weaknesses and such.

With that being said. It seems both of your characters electromagnetic abilities are based a combination of manipulating your own essence and outside essence. I've been talking with Mika about this and he says that is not the case here and he brought up a very good argument that perhaps the characters are just using their own essence to carry out these things. But then I read stuff like this:

glitchy said the core of an espers ability to manipulate essences resides completely in their brain

And sirens start going off in my head because once again. Outside essence manipulation is off limits to Humans (unless for reasons specified above).

To be completely honest. The drawbacks behind using these abilities is fine. It's just the explanation behind why you are able to utilize these powers is on such shaky ground that I can't accept it. You need to be more clear in how the character's essence alone can do these things. The fact that Mikael had to explain things to me as well in order to slightly understand how these powers worked shows that things need to be edited and re-written. Sorry, I'm not a science person. And i'm not afraid to say that a lot of the science went way over my head.

glitchy said If this means people are gonna fight my characters cause their vigilantes then....hehehe. *Cracks Knuckles*

Please do not tempt GMs. That is what the newly installed player meat grinder next to the pie shop is for. To be honest I could give a very large reason why vigilante crime fighting is actually terrible to the infrastructure of Kenan and its safety. But I won't. Mainly because you can technically do it and I won't limit players on what they want to do as long is its possible. And because both your characters activities are limited to small time things. But keep in mind these Casino owners are the "official" rulers of Kenan, there are no politicians as a front or something. It is made very clear who is in charge and the way things are run. So if someone tries to actively go against that. They'll probably die.

Now with all that said. I'm going to go eat Cocoa Pebbles with whole milk like a baller.

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The air around the town is all brown from the dirt that had been kicked up in the last ten minutes. Where there had been nothing but high pitched shrills and the sounds of gunfire reverberating throughout the small town, coming from all the houses whose doors had been kicked in and the exterior riddled with bullets. From one house, a low whimpering mewling sound could be heard until it was simply ended with the sound of a single gunshot.

From the slow methodical steps what emerged from the entrance was a towering behemoth; covered in a thick black-greyish bodysuit that looked like it weighed more than what should have been possible for a normal person to bear. Combined with the unusually large assault rifle it carried, seemed like this would have weighed even the strongest of men down and yet this being carried it with an ease that was almost graceful. It wore a dome shaped helmet made out of a thick layer of clear polycarbonate, so that everyone who had the misfortune to run into it could see the skull that would be staring them in the face.

It stands in the middle of the small town and lets out a few muffled clicks from its jaw to signal that it was done with its job. It almost immediately got responses as more rattled clicks began to emit from nearby houses that just moments ago had seemed far to quiet. Three more emerged from houses, one with a bit of blood on its hands. They looked almost identical to one another. The only difference being the weapons they carried and the unit number displayed on the right side of their chest.

It looked at its three comrades and noticed one was missing. It readied its weapon and headed into another house as the others simply looked on. Inside, it found its final comrade, pointing a longer barreled rifle at two small children not older than five years old, their eyes were bloodshot and puffy but now they were too scared to cry. Their parents were strung out on a bed in the other room, it had been a messy break-in with the room covered in small blotches of blood and a big stained pool of it on the edge of the mattress.

Right before the trigger could be pulled, It grabbed its comrade's Gun and lowered it, shaking its skull in a negative: small ones were to be brought back and rehabilitated. The one with the long barreled gun nodded without issue and brought up its wrist, which attached to it was a blue digital touchscreen. With its gun tucked under its arm, it began to compose a message to the makeshift base that had been set up a few days ago. They would need an extraction vehicle for the children since they had done the walk here on foot.

When the message had been received and an extraction vehicle confirmed by the base, the one with the Long barreled rifle walked out the door, leaving the children to the final Gate-Killer that stood before them. Taking its strap of the assault rifle and wrapping it around its torso to free its hands. It scooped up the two children in its arms and walked outside. The children, two girls, were too petrified to resist or fight back in any manner and in their terrified stupor focused only on the small red unit number on the right side of its chest.

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It was mid afternoon at this point and he knew that by the end of the day, he was going to be in real pissy mood. Since he was so close to Kenan he had already run into two jeep patrols who of course harassed him and only backed off when they figured out who he was. Now as he approached the bright lights of the City boundaries, he knew he would have to deal with these idiots one last time before he could deliver the news, oh and of course everyone would be stopping dead in their tracks to look at him and gossip for a little while. Afterall, it was always big news when a Runner came into town. Especially Bobby, who hadn't made contact with either Kenan or Koa for a record five weeks. Many of the Casino owners had thought him dead and it seemed that the leadership up in Koa had been preparing the possibility of his death. Which would have been a fatal blow, for Bobby was one of the best Runners out there though he certainly didn't look like it: dressed in nothing but dirty camo with worn down boots and a brown backpack with what looked like a modified hunting rifle strapped to his shoulder. On the other hand, despite his humble attire, the man looked frightening with a constant grim look in his face that was also riddled with large, unattractive scars. He was a hard man, but also a man who did not drink or engage himself in any of the whoring or gambling that Kenan was known for. He was never fond of the owners and was quick to make disparaging remarks to their faces. Some didn't care, others had more sensitive egos, either way no one could touch him. He was too damn valuable with the added promise that anything less than a Gate-Killer that had tried to touch him ended up dead or close to it.

As he approached the very well guarded entrance to the city, he could seen in the distance all the Casino lights come on as it got darker. The militia captain indicated to his men to be at ease, for he knew the Runner that laid before him and with a low smirk approached him.

“Bobby! We thought you had finally got licked.”

“Yeah well I didn't” Bobby responded with a huff “I was too busy working with the Angels and their assault on Echetus."

“Some other Runner came in here a few weeks ago and said something like that was happening, but she didn't know squat about details.”

“I was doing some scouting work for them for a while and the assault began last week.”

“And?” said the Captain anxiously. For this had been the first time someone had planned a downright assault on the Kingdom of the Gospel and the first time the Angelic Remnant had outright challenged Gospel's power, so the outcome would set a precedent that everyone hoped would turn against Gospel's favor.

However it did not seem the case as Bobby's appearance became more morbid than usual as he spoke to the captain in a hushed tone.

“It was a massive goatfuck. I'm fairly certain no one in the invasion force survived... it was messy. Plus we have a few group of Gate-Killers wandering about”

The Captain nodded darkly and motioned for the other men stationed to move out of their way as he led Bobby into the City with the citizens who first noticed Bobby stopping to murmur to their friend before heading back to their day.

“I'm gonna have to make an appointment with the Fatasses” Bobby said, referring to the Casino owners.

“Well they're not going to like it, the evening crowd is about to come in and they like to personally make sure things are being run smoothly.”

“Good. I feel privileged to personally make their day more inconvenient.” He said with low growl as the Captain took him to the entrance to a particularly large skyscraper that began to cut through the Sun's light as it set in the Horizon.

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alright y'all. I've made the decision to go on and Post the first post IC by the end of this weekend. I'll also have my Character sheets up shortly before this as well.

If you guys need to still put up a CS this is cram time. Of course you can still put one up afterwards. But you all seem so eager for the IC that you would hate to show up late.

As for Glitchy and Fallen myself or Mika will be getting to you shortly to get this some questions with your characters sorted out. It has been a very chaotic 2 weeks for me irl. But this whole next week i have off so i should be able to do some stuff

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Grijs said
Oh, hello there! Missed me? 'course you did. Well look, I’m saddened to inform you good fellows that unfortunately I won’t be joining this fine Roleplay after all! But I do wish you all a good game etc etc etc…Smell ya later, losers!

Well that's unfortunate and you will be dearly missed.

I just hope that you don't work your ass off to become the Champion and along the road have to bury your dear Raticate because it was killed in a Pokemon fight gone wrong all the while being trailed by this little shit from your hometown who possesses the ability of being the "hero" and also loading the previous save every time you beat his ass until he eventually wins by pure luck but despite the crutches that he leans on you press forward and defeat the elite four and become the champion for a total of five minutes until that little shit comes in and pretty much kills your dreams and even though your starter pokemon is the superior type he wins through love and friendship and other dumb shit that actually doesn't happen in the real world which results in all the blood, sweat and tears you've given to be absolutely worthless and you result in becoming a bitch ass scientist in a failed attempt to replace the irreparable blow to your soul so much so that all that is left is a void of bitterness, despair and self hatred.

So ya, smell ya later my Homedizzle