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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

But then everything changed when The Community attacked.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Referring to @Platinumskink

They'd made it. It wasn't hard to find. They advertised themselves quite clearly. Good, bad-guys. Damien chuckled to himself and said aloud, "What a joke. They are actually trying to make themselves look like they are for the people. We're not falling for it." He took a long drag of his cigarette in front of the Rocker HQ. The Rockers had bounced back quite nicely after their disastrous meeting with the Protectorate. Creep had made sure of that. A fact that disgruntled Swarm. However, due to recent circumstances their original plan of destroying the Rockers was indefinitely on hold. They had much more pressing things to worry about...

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One Week Prior

Affliction's Home

Damien knocked on the door for a few minutes until he was almost banging against it. In one swift motion, he kicked it open. Stepping inside, the meatspace was something to behold. Disgusting panoramas of flesh covered everything. Affliction wasn't kidding when he described his power's capabilities. Every piece of furniture was covered in nasty parasitic flesh. Swarm was hesitant to touch anything. Then he called out, "AFFLICTION! WE'RE HERE!" ....no response. Swarm walked further in, careful not to touch anything. He entered Affliction's room with caution. Not sure what would happen next. He had the vial somewhere around here...

Next to a computer monitor lay two bodies. One was Hemoglobin covered in the parasitic flesh with two knives sticking him. The other was Affliction himself, clutching his heart. Swarm nudged the bodies with his shoe. Probing for signs of life. "You alright?" Silence. Swarm looked down at them for some time before sighing, "Did you really go and off each other just like that?"

He turned to look at the computer monitor. Perhaps the only object in the house not covered in flesh. Swarm put his gloves on and moved the mouse. On the screen was the program Skype. Within the last hour there had been a single call received from the username MB. The messages that plastered the wall ranged from very personal information and the most demeaning, profane-ridden language Swarm had ever seen. It would put any 12 year old online troll to shame. As he continued to read the wall, he came to messages about the two regarding one another. And it was nothing good. That's when the call began.

"They killed each other. But why? They got along as well as any freaks we've known." "Who cares? We need to find that vial! It's ours now." Swarm began rummaging through the pockets of Affliction until he came to the precious coveted vial. One lucky, or unlucky individual would have the opportunity to gain power, and do as they said.

Swarm looked down one last time at the former team known as Reflections and stated, "We'll find who did this. Someone this strong shouldn't be left alone." He reached down and plucked the two knives from Hemogoblin. Perhaps those infected knives may still be of use.

As he left the house he thought, "Now, who would be a good candidate for this?"

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With Reflections out of the picture, Swarm was looking for some new allies. Fortunately, they had found a viable canidate for the vial. That individual stood next to Swarm, they were partners of sorts. They didnt need to be friends to work together. No man was an island, even one with many personas. The Rockers would expect an attack by Swarm, but they would not expect to be met with his partner. But was attacking them what he really wanted?

Affliction's tainted blades were sheathed safely in Swarm's belt. Ready for action at any time. Many small tungsten steel balls filled an attachment as well. Perfect for throwing with telekinesis. In a backpack was his mask, to don in a moment's notice. They were ready this time for anything. But the question was, what was their goal in the first place?

The duo stepped toward the door of the HQ and entered. To anybody inside they just looked like normal civillians. Surprise was on their side.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero dodged with all the speed he could conjure up to the right side. He aimed to pick up a fallen cutlass that lay near a drunken sailor. If he could outpace his opponent he had a chance. He spoke back to the sword-wielding man, "Hey now! You wouldn't make mincemeat of your guest, now would you?" This was a long shot, but if he could pick up the weapon he could defend himself until Gwyn came back.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Captain Cedric D. Boone - Cannon Castle X

Responding to @Gardevoiran and @Leaves

Boone looked to Bonekid and smiled, "Thanks friend! I'm not very easy on the yes, Bawhahahahaha!" He took his clothes back and dressed himself. He was still muddy, but now he was covered. He sat down in the stands and rested. Sighing to himself. It had been a tough match, but he'd come out on top in the end.

He watched Runch decimate his foe with chess-like strategy. Taking him apart. Even when the man thought he was ahead, he was only one step behind. It culminated in the grand finale as the man bulged out like a balloon. Then Boone yelled out in congradulations, "You took him down Captain! That's the chef we need right now! Bawhahahaha!"

Feya began to do a group huddle which Cedric happily joined. Team spirit was one of the 5 basic crew groups. Or was it good groups? Regardless he wholeheartedly agreed and slammed his head into the center along with the rest of them. Then he fell over from the impact and was knocked unconscious. Apparently Feya and Bonekid's heads were much harder then he anticipated.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Talking to @Gardevoiran

Judah's eyes snapped open in the dark bedroom. He shot up to a sitting position as he gasped for air. Cold sweat covered his bed-sheets, "Another nightmare", he thought. Axel whined and nuzzled his master, attempting to comfort him. Judah hesitated for a moment as if he was unsure of what lay next to him. Then he heard the whimper of his faithful friend. Judah smiled and began to pat the German Shepard, "Sorry pal, didn't mean to scare you." Axel panted excitedly. Happy to see his master was okay.

Judah rubbed his face in his hands. The last few nights had been awful. Two more of his allies had been killed and he was indirectly responsible for their deaths. This fact weighed heavily on his soul. Even their latest addition to the team, Excaliblast, had confronted him and left as soon as she could. Healer had a panic attack the day of their battle and Judah hadn't heard from her since... The one thing that gave Mantis some solace was that Farce was alive. And with her...the lives of both Limbo and Whipstich. Even now she proceeded to gather intel from the undead Community Lieutenant. Judah wouldn't have any problems beating her to a pulp a second time, but right now they needed information.

Judah looked at his watch which said 6:24 am. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and texted Farce, "Heading over now with Axel. Put some coffee on and please be dressed this time." He didn't want a repeat of a situation that occurred awhile back regarding switching twins. Though now there was only one.

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After he had packed his things in a duffel bag, Judah took off in his mustang to Farce's place. Axel sat patiently in the backseat with his seat belt on. Judah had trained him well. Axel was one of Judah's only true friends left. He stuck with him through thick and thin.

When they arrived at Farce's apartment, Judah slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and approached the door. He knocked and waited for a reply from Farce. Hopefully she was doing alright. Losing her brother a second time was an experience no one should ever have to go through. Nothing was worth Sparce's death. Nothing could bring him back now. All they could do was press on.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Reign: Kingdom Come

Chapter 4 - The Cove

Quiet and still darkness overshadowed everyone. Their awareness of time was completely removed. For all they could perceive; mere minutes, days, or even weeks could have passed. There was no way to tell. Even the perception of their fellow allies was affected. They were each alone with their thoughts for better or worse. Musings about family, life, death and trust. Then they heard something. The splashing of water in motion.

Soundtrack pt.1

They didn't know how long it had been since they had last heard anything at all. But sure enough, the splashing continued. Then they began to become aware of a hard surface below them. Finally, their eyes opened. Before them a vast expanse of sea..and much more.

The Cove

The largest dog any of them had ever seen looked out toward the sea. At least ten times the size of the Wolfborn from before. Next to it stood a cloaked figure with a staff in hand. Off in the distance they could spot a tower with a beam of light shooting outward. Around themselves they noticed both Merlin and Martyrdom were nowhere to be seen. But Lorenzo, Marque, Col and Bastian all laid nearby one another.

Suddenly, both of them turned toward the group and ran. The dog made it within seconds. The rocks shook, its paws thundering against the hard ground with each step. When it was within a few feet of the group it skidded to a stop. Just barely bumping into Lorenzo. Its tongue lapped out of its mouth in excitement. It was hard to tell whether it was happy to see fresh meat or to lay eyes on them.

After half a minute, the hooded figure made it to the group. It was apparently a man as they perceived a deep, rasping coming from him. He brushed passed everyone. Then he made his way directly to Marque and gripped both his shoulders tightly. Everyone could see a ragged, bearded, but smiling man.

Gardevoir

From Marque's perspective, Gardevoir looked beat. Like a man who had been on the run, obviously, but more than that. The last time he had seen the man he was clean shaven and well kept. Now he had a fully grown beard, scraggly hair and a walking staff. Even still, Marque could feel the warmth emanating from his master's eyes.

Gardevoir began to speak between breaths, "Marque! Hah..I knew you had the gusto to find me!..hah..these your friends?" He gestured to them inquisitively and continued, "Your animals are safe..hah..and this one has been waiting..hah.." He glanced at Lorenzo and the enormous dog, smiling, "From the looks of it..hah..I think it's found what its been looking for.." Then he shook his head as if to snap out of a distraction and continued, "Never mind that now..hah..we must traverse this cove toward that light tower..There is no time to waste!" Gardevoir turned in a flash, his cloak flipped behind him in a whirl as he swaggered toward the light tower.

During all this time, the dog simply stared at Lorenzo and panted. After Gardevoir's introduction, it licked Lorenzo's face with a giant, wet tongue. In any other circumstance Lorenzo would be terrified of a beast this size. But something was different about this one. Something..familiar. The dog lowered itself and reached out with its paw for Lorenzo to grab onto. It continued to pant excitedly.

Upon a quick inspection of their inventories, the group would find everything that they had acquired where they had left it. Items that had been equipped at the time of their fall were laying nearby. Even Merlin's saddlebags were there.

The party would notice some of their items had underwent a slight change. The shield Col had picked up had a certain gleam about it that it didn't before. Colley's sword, which Bastian picked up, had a crimson red color that covered the entire blade excluding the hilt.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Thanks all around!

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero flipped a table nearby toward his opponents. While they were distracted he grabbed a tanker of grog and went to smash the face of the nearest man with it in the face. He really hoped Gwyn would be coming back shortly, hopefully on the same page with the former captain.

Considering how things had gone so far he didn't expect much. But hope was one of Cicero's better traits. He never truly let it die. He hoped this sailor liked a face full of grog.

Reign: Kingdom Come

It's up! Feel free to post the thoughts of your characters during their descent into the abyss. I will be posting again shortly so if you do not manage to get a post up in time that is fine. It's a flavor thing.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Reign: Kingdom Come

Chapter 3:D - Firewall

Soundtrack

Col and Bastian moved with painful purpose toward the glowing stone. They found that the flames around them were erratic and moved in no singular direction in particular. They went wherever there was fuel. It did help to warm them, but being so close to the flames began to do more than that. They felt the intense heat on their flesh. They gritted their teeth and bore it all the same. For the alternative was a fate far worse. The Wolfborn surrounded their fire. Always glaring, always watching. Eyes wide in anticipation. Pacing back and forth a good distance away from the flames. They licked their teeth preparing for the group's inevitable doom. There was no redeeming creatures like these whose nature was pure evil. With no other purpose then to extinguish life itself.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo notched an arrow and fired it off toward the beasts. He could not tell if it had any effect. It seemed like a lost cause. Like holding back the tide with a tiny board. Marque felt a sensation of power shoot out from the stone. Then he heard in his own mind a still small voice, "Trust me."

Suddenly, Marque and Lorenzo noticed the stone glow bright red. The ground began to rumble underneath them. At the same time, the flames around Col and Bastian fanned out into two separate firewalls directly toward the stone. They stopped a few feet before it. Their flanks, and rear was encased by the 6 foot tall flames 5 feet from them in all directions. It made the perfect path.. The Wolfborn snarled in rage and howled loudly behind the walls.

Firewalls

Col and Bastian looked on in wonder at the bright display before them. Wasting no time, they began to run toward the stone. The leaves cracked beneath their feet. The fires shot out loud crackling of their own which blasted into the skies. Though the flames originated from Bastian, these flames were of another nature entirely. Further and further they ran, being warmed on all sides. Their bodies felt vigorous and full of energy. Something supernatural was on their side. What kind of place had they come to? Unnatural winds, flames, wolves and stones. In all the years of their lives they had never experienced such things. Strangely, they did not hear the Wolfborn anymore as they made their way to Lorenzo and Marque.

When they arrived, Merlin greeted his master with joy and nuzzled him, licking the warm face of Col. Martyrdom yipped in greeting to Bastian. Obviously happy to see he had made it. When they turned to look behind them they noticed the Wolfborn simply stared at them through the thick walls of flame. What they would do next was a mystery to the party. But the important thing was that they were protected by this stone or whatever was on the other side.

Then what was only a dull rumbling became a loud roar. The ground trembled even more violently beneath them. Earth shifted and fell. Crashing, breaking and tearing below their feet. It was deafening. What one could describe as an earthquake shook the very core of the ground. The party fell over from the shock. Merlin neighed in surprise, but managed to keep Lorenzo on his back. Martydom barked. Through all of this, the stone remained even still and glowed ever brighter at each passing moment.

All at once, it seemed time itself had slowed to a crawl. Everything fell silent. Not even a single sound could be perceived as the dirt caved in beneath them. It was as if the earth was completely hollow under their feet. Only the top layer had any substance to it. An empty black opening that encased them. They felt the sensation of falling, falling below into the silent abyss.