@Leslie Hall What? I thought they had a lobby system or something. I don't know, I haven't been bothered to get a PS+ subscription, so I usually just dink around solo.
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Name: Rhys
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
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@Leslie Hall Wish I had friends to play Bloodborne with lol
@Leslie Hall Thanks for letting me know :D
@Cuccoruler If they're taking too long, I give you permission to move their characters around a bit (nothing major, try to stay away from dialogue) or you can ditch them. Up to you!
@Ambra I don't need tags when I'm violently mashing F5 on my keyboard in wait 
I could post again soon unless you want me to hold off?
I could post again soon unless you want me to hold off? Theo watched after the boy, mouth agape. "Don't go alone!" He called out, but Gaius was already gone, streaking toward the first creature with unnatural shadows in his wake. He's fast. And he seems to have a handle on this. I need to keep up.
Theo jerked his sword free of it's scabbard. It felt natural in his hands, but heavy. I still feel so weak. Picking a class only useful in the light was such a stupid idea. Shaking his head, he began to run, robes flowing alongside the sword held in both hands beside him. He was always a fast runner, but his speed was immensely underwhelming next to the Shadow Vanguard's.
During his charge, a second giant mosquito approached near their left flank. Leaving Gaius to the first one, Theo turned to meet the other. Suddenly, as he neared, the beast seemed infinitely bigger than it's ten feet, looming over him like an unconquerable tower. Impossible to defeat. His legs seemed to be turning to jelly, and he slowed to a weak jog, panic in his chest.
The beast was suddenly upon him, lunging at him with its stinger. It was massive, dwarfing any lance or spear Theo had ever seen. He tried to throw himself to the side, but the stinger caught his chest, glancing off the steel plate with a shower of sparks. It was as hard as iron.
The impact knocked some sense back into the Sundancer. There was not much pain, but enough to make him angry. He let out a throaty cry into the wind, raising his sword and throwing it across his body. It collided with the stinger with a thud, embedding itself in thick flesh, and as the mosquito recoiled the sword was pried from Theo's hands.
"Oh, come on!" Theo yelled.
Theo jerked his sword free of it's scabbard. It felt natural in his hands, but heavy. I still feel so weak. Picking a class only useful in the light was such a stupid idea. Shaking his head, he began to run, robes flowing alongside the sword held in both hands beside him. He was always a fast runner, but his speed was immensely underwhelming next to the Shadow Vanguard's.
During his charge, a second giant mosquito approached near their left flank. Leaving Gaius to the first one, Theo turned to meet the other. Suddenly, as he neared, the beast seemed infinitely bigger than it's ten feet, looming over him like an unconquerable tower. Impossible to defeat. His legs seemed to be turning to jelly, and he slowed to a weak jog, panic in his chest.
The beast was suddenly upon him, lunging at him with its stinger. It was massive, dwarfing any lance or spear Theo had ever seen. He tried to throw himself to the side, but the stinger caught his chest, glancing off the steel plate with a shower of sparks. It was as hard as iron.
The impact knocked some sense back into the Sundancer. There was not much pain, but enough to make him angry. He let out a throaty cry into the wind, raising his sword and throwing it across his body. It collided with the stinger with a thud, embedding itself in thick flesh, and as the mosquito recoiled the sword was pried from Theo's hands.
"Oh, come on!" Theo yelled.
SIGIL CLOUDFURY
There was a familiar sensation as the dragon's will entered his mind. At her words - harsh, threatening, and utterly defiant - Sig could not help a small curve at the corners of his mouth, a faint smile. A proud dragon was always the fiercest. Beasts that had spent too long in captivity became cognate to their human masters, dulling their killer instinct. That was the most valuable part of a dragon. Mankind was simply weak.
Sig turned and walked, moving toward the far side of the cluster of guild facilities. As he walked, he stayed close to the dark dragon which stalked after him. He could weather a swipe from a claw, his armor would take the brunt of the blow. But a full-bore stream of dragonfire found cracks in even the tightest armor, melting flesh and bone alike. It was always safer close to a dragon than it was far away - too tight of an angle, and their fire would be near useless.
Concentrating on the stream of consciousness that had entered his mind, Sig formed a mental connection with the dark dragon.
"You belong to me now," he said aloud. "No other. You will remain by my side at all times, and you will address me as 'Master'. You will hold no other rider before me. If you have a name, discard it. From now on, you are simply my possession, to obey my every command."
In his mind, Sig sent another message. I do not care where your allegiances lie, nor what you think of me. You can call me what you wish, as long as you take heed of my instructions. I am known as Sigil, and I am the leader here.
A bird took flight from one of the keep's windows, interrupting his thoughts. The Melchiorre woman's rooms. A pigeon could contain messages of any nature. Sig did not censor his mercenaries' letters. He was not careless enough to leave his secrets about for a defector to stumble upon. While the noble newcomer did seem a tad too big for the small pond in which she now found herself, she did not seem suspicious, and Sig chalked her demeanor up to simple ambition. As long as she proved herself useful to him, the rest did not matter.
He returned his attention to the dragon. "If you fail to be of service to me, you will be destroyed."
I do not wish to harm you, but I must know your loyalty is with me. In order to achieve our goals, everyone in the White Dove must be of one mind. I will not bar any method of forcing your cooperation.
Between several tall structures, the two approached a giant celelyrium gate. Sig whistled, motioning upward with his hand, and several men posted nearby started moving. The gate lifted slowly and smoothly off the ground, accompanied by a symphony of clicks and creaks. The opening beckoned entrance into the Dome, a massive enclosure and the only place in the guild in which dragons were allowed to fly.
Follow me inside, Sig thought at the dragon as he turned to look at her. What is your name?
@Ambra
@Ambra You post as much as you want, because that means I can post! :D
The park was a good choice. Vincent did not think he had ever before visited that particular one, but in all of his experience he had never known parks to be all that different from one another. He had arrived after several hours of aimless wandering and running small errands, trying to distract himself, but in the end he knew he needed some quiet reflection. The park he had found was nearly empty, and provided enough cover from the street to be somewhat private. A crisp autumn breeze nipped at his collar as he entered, and he reflexively fixed his tie.
That prompted another natural, practiced motion, and he reached into his coat and removed a small metal case. A quick look around confirmed little present danger, and from the case Vincent brought out a long white roll. Fetching a lighter from another pocket, he lit up the joint and took a long drag.
Good that I get rid of this, he thought, unable to escape the morning's incident. I'm sure they won't let me get away with leaving the scene of an accident. Another thought struck him. Hell, they better not try to pin it on me.
Further into the park, the path widened into a clearing. A small pond rested on the far end, and from it a stream swerved through the grass. The path became a stone bridge, and around it autumn colors bloomed on several tall trees. Beneath the closest tree was a bench, and on it, Vincent saw, sat a man, busying himself with a laptop. Vincent approached, taking another drag, falling back on the bench and putting his foot up on his knee. A musty, herbal scent lingered, thick in the air.
He watched the man's activity for several moments, then took the joint between two fingers and a thumb and offered it over. "Wanna help me finish this?"
@GummyCat
That prompted another natural, practiced motion, and he reached into his coat and removed a small metal case. A quick look around confirmed little present danger, and from the case Vincent brought out a long white roll. Fetching a lighter from another pocket, he lit up the joint and took a long drag.
Good that I get rid of this, he thought, unable to escape the morning's incident. I'm sure they won't let me get away with leaving the scene of an accident. Another thought struck him. Hell, they better not try to pin it on me.
Further into the park, the path widened into a clearing. A small pond rested on the far end, and from it a stream swerved through the grass. The path became a stone bridge, and around it autumn colors bloomed on several tall trees. Beneath the closest tree was a bench, and on it, Vincent saw, sat a man, busying himself with a laptop. Vincent approached, taking another drag, falling back on the bench and putting his foot up on his knee. A musty, herbal scent lingered, thick in the air.
He watched the man's activity for several moments, then took the joint between two fingers and a thumb and offered it over. "Wanna help me finish this?"
@GummyCat
Okay, things are happening. Everyone is involved. Let's fite.
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