Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
1) If he leaves a body of his own free will, he can keep going pretty much as long as he pleases. If a body he occupies is destroyed twice in rapid succession that's enough to boot him off. This means he'll usually retreat after he loses a body, depending on how badly he wants to win the fight he's in. If he takes a full post or so to rest between destructions and nobody interrupts him he should be able to keep going. No damage to his mental state is permanent, so it's important to strike while the iron is hot. Other attacks that contribute to the mental strain would of course also be a factor, such as destroying his deployed spirits or performing mental attacks.
2) will do.
3) To me, any attack whom's target is the physical body would be a physical attack. A laser beam's goal is to disrupt materials by flash-heating them, the damaging factor is heating physical matter rapidly. As such it's a physical attack. Nonphysical attacks would be things like soul-destroying spells, psychic assaults, stuff like that. A Machina with dedicated ghostbusters technology could certainly affect his incorporeal form, and something like the Reality Breaker would definitely work. But something like a standard Machina laser beam is going to go straight through him.
4) I was planning on putting that in there, but forgot. Most Machina technology would be shielded in some way. He could use machina scrap to create a scrap golem, but not possess an active mech suit or something similar. Especially sentient ones.
Name: Animus Title/Epiphet: The Lost Legion Allegiance/Faction: Heaven Race: Amalgamation Age: 10.000 Gender: Male Appearance: Varies Backstory: When examining the various powers and magics of the Nexus it becomes obvious that there is a metaphysical component to 'life'. Some element of power or energy connected to living beings, beyond their physical forms. This force could be described as 'life energy', or 'the soul', or any one of a thousand names. Many may disagree on the meaning, the uses, the implications, the origin and the applications, but all must acknowledge that this force exists. So what happens when you dig deeper? If there is a 'soul' that is allotted to sentient living beings, then is there an entity or natural process that assigns these 'souls'? Could one understand this process, and manipulate it? Would it be possible to track it down?
If you were to ask Animus about his origins, he would claim that this force not only exists, but that he was spawned from this force. The raw energy of life given physical form, a manifest spirit of divine creation. On other days he would claim that he was a residue, the energy left over from the process of creation. A side effect, if you will. Sometimes he might even claim that he was the souls that were never assigned, children never born into the world. Consciousnesses that banded together into a single entity in order to experience the reality that they had been denied by the cruel hand of fate. Based on these different and seemingly contradictory tales it's easy to conclude that either Animus is lying, or he himself does not understand his own existence. It might be that he believes all of these to be true, to some extent.
Of course, despite Animus' own confusion, what is known is that he appeared within the Nexus from a barren and lifeless world and soon allied himself with the forces of Heaven. He was adamant that his purpose was to bring life and unity to this warring realm, a goal he believed could only be accomplished by crushing the opposing factions. His strange nature raised some suspicion but none could deny that his power was 'holy', drawing on pure life energy. However a quick background check also made clear that the world Animus entered the Nexus from was not always barren, and in fact once hosted a thriving civilisation until they were wiped out by some apocalypse.
The truth of the matter is that Animus was the result of an attempt, through magic or technology, to access the 'origin of life'. A place or force of incredible power, potentially connected to all living things at least in his universe of origin. The Well of Life. A force that connects all living beings, an energy field throughout the universe, a semisentient creator god, an alternate dimension composed of pure positive energy... nobody could quite grasp the nature of the Well of Life. But whatever it was, contact with this force annihilated nearly everything on Animus' planet of origin. He himself was formed from that event, carrying within him the soul of every creature that was wiped out by the blast, and a little bit of something mysterious. Something alien, or perhaps all too familiar. Something primal. How much of his ramblings are truth, and how much is delusion, only time will tell.
Powers:
[Possession] In his most natural state Anima is a bundle of incorporeal light and energy. In this state it is very hard for him to affect the world, or for the world to affect him. However he is able to take the body of any living creature or even inanimate object as a host, creating a 'golem' if necessary. While possessing a body Anime gains any abilities linked to that body's physical attributes, such as the fire breath of a dragon, or the enhanced senses of a tiger. At any time Anima is able to leave his current body and find a new host. This means that even if his body is destroyed he can simply find a new one. However damaging or 'killing' his current host does cause Anima mental strain, and if he's forced to leave his host unwillingly it will often take him a while to gather himself again. Anima cannot possess a fully sentient being unless their willpower has been somehow drastically degraded (or they've been knocked out or something), and even then it's usually a matter of time before he's pushed out again. Bodies possessed by Anima will usually be granted superhuman strength in the 1-ton range as well as sub-wolverine regeneration, assuming they did not already possess these abilities.
[Healing Magic] Due to his nature as a being of life energy, Animus is incredibly good at healing. With a touch he can heal even the most grievous of injuries, leaving people refreshed and full of vigour. Even lost limbs and chronic diseases can be healed fairly easily. This power makes Animus an excellent support. In fact his healing abilities are arguably a little bit too powerful. Things around him naturally become more healthy through his sheer presence. Animus' presence removes the need for food, encourages rapid plant growth, curses diseases, and causes bodies to become healthier and more efficient. Standing next to him feels like a refreshing shower. This 'aura' effect can't be turned off, and affects his enemies as much as it does his allies. This means that even Animus' enemies will find their wounds healing at about 5x the rate of normal healing, assuming they're biological. Only demons are unaffected, and undead even find this aura highly unpleasant, slowing down any healing abilities they may have.
[Anima Spirits] Being composed of many different personalities, Animus is able to create seperate beings from parts of his being. These separate 'spirits' function by the same rules as Animus himself, although they are unable to move on if their initial host is destroyed. Often he will use these spirits to create powerful minions by possessing the local wildlife, architecture, or a pile of corpses. These spirits are also capable of attaching themselves to allies, granting them regeneration by constantly using their healing energy on those allies until they become 'used up'. Destroying or using up these spirits damages Animus' mind, making it harder for him to maintain on the battlefield. As such he will often pull these spirits back into himself before this happens, if given the chance.
[Energy Eater] The only reason Animus is able to exist is due to it's nature as a vacuum. It both projects and absorbs energy, almost functioning like a 'filter', turning normal energy into healing energy. This doesn't usually have much of an effect, but when Animus is in contact with a constant source of energy such as a forcefield, spell, or portal, it will absorb the energy from that source. This process requires a moment to start up, meaning that the effect on energy-based attacks is negligible. However any ability that seeks to affect Animus for an extended period of time is going to get 'eaten' after a while, unless that ability is purely physical.
Resistances & Immunities: Immune to physical attacks when not in a body. Resistant to mind-affecting abilities - too many minds. Weaknesses: Requires mental cohesion in order to remain active in a battle. Things like destroying bodies make it harder for Animus to remain in the battle, and it usually needs to spend a moment to recover. Repeatedly being exposed to mental strain will force Animus to lose cohesion, and remove him from the battle. Attacks that target the soul or mind can affect Animus while incorporeal. An energy draining attack can affect Animus while incorporeal, and will heal the user. Has a lower resistance to demonic corruption effects than most angels, and such effects often contribute to Animus' mental strain. Skills: Animus possesses pretty much every mundane skill imaginable. Sample Post:
And then, there was light.
Space, stretching infinitely as it pulled at his edges. Time, ticking forwards inexorably. A cacophony of voices cry out and are immediately smothered. Light, sound, touch. There is fear, and rage, and hope, and grief, and there is light. Burning white, wiping away all that is not. Reality defined, solid, immutable. There was a sense of inevitability to it, a sensation of compression that Animus could not hope to describe. From this point the universe extended, as far as his light could reach. Curving and jagged stone, in stark contrast to empty and flowing air. Boiling oceans formed intricate patterns in the sky above. A deep thrum seemed to push forth from inside him, a vibration that marked all around him. A wave that passed through the air, and the stone, and the oceans in the sky. He glowed brighter, and his light reached further. He was the light, and all that he touched was real. Defined. Compressed. Brighter and brighter, until he was a pillar of white in the centre of an endless landscape of swirling dust.
He had stood there, encased in brilliant white, until the sun had come up in the morning. At first he had felt astonished, that there was a light yet brighter than him. Was that his light of origin? Or was it his destination? In time he would learn it was neither. It was merely an agent of time, marking the days of his existence. And as he explored time, so too did he explore space. He learned of great gaps, of plains of water, and of burning fire in it's many forms. But he felt a loss he could not define. A loss of purpose, perhaps. He mapped the plains and mountains, he explored the depths and he reached for the heights. And yet he always knew that this was not where he was meant to be, what he was meant to do. He could hear it in the voices within, and the emptiness without. Something was missing.
It was inevitable, perhaps, that Animus would find his way into the Nexus. After many cycles of light and dark he reached out to the light in the sky, seeking some greater purpose. Whether by coincidence or grand design, Animus discovered a gateway hidden in plain sight. A fold in the space he had thought so uniform, a portal to a place beyond. It was strange, and for the first time since his birth Animus experienced a fear of the unknown. Perhaps it was because he had been given the time to establish a norm, a baseline that this unexpected object could violate. Perhaps he had always felt the fear, but could name it only now. But regardless of his trepidation, it was clear that whatever destiny awaited him it did not wait on this barren rock. He was light, and all that he touched was defined. Thus he would define new worlds, abolishing the darkness that shrouded new lands. Perhaps it was this journey of enlightenment that was his destiny. Confident in the knowledge that he was truth itself, Animus extended through the fold in space, and entered into the Nexus.
Notes: The Well of Life is kept vague and ill-defined for fear of altering the mythology of War. If the GMs wish for me to define it more, I'll have to see what they will allow it to be. As it stands it can be as relevant or irrelevant as the plot demands. Should I create a follower CS for the Anima Spirits?
I realise there might be some issues with the powerset I chose for him, but figured I'd give it a try.
Follower Anima Spirit:
Name: Anima Spirit Type: Summoned Spirit Race: Amalgamation Quantity: up to five of these can exist at any one time. If destroyed they can be replaced infinitely, but their destruction 'damages' Animus. Powers: [Possession] Can possess a single body when created. Cannot possess sentient others or active Machina technology. The possessed body is granted superhuman strength and regeneration.
[Healing] Capable of using it's power to heal anything it touches, or the possessed object.
Resistances & Immunities: Immune to physical attacks while incorporeal. Lacks Animus' resistance to mind-affecting abilities. Weaknesses: Corruption abilities, energy drain abilities, etc. Lacks resistance to 'corruption'. Skills: Often a wide variety of skills at a very high level.
Sorry about the rushed post, don't have much time on my hands over here. But I figured it'd at least keep the story going, considering the GMs seem to want this battle over fairly soon.
This entire thing was going to Hell, and not in a good way. The attack was a success, but was soon interrupted by a barrage of giant monstrous squids. With a thought and a gesture Khaine floated around the attacks atop the spiked wheel he now used as a steed. Normally he'd be able to predict the patterns, but this damned flower smoke was blocking his vision. Hopefully whatever was attacking was having as much trouble aiming as Khaine was having trouble dodging. A glancing blow sent him flying several meters, but his sturdy construction saved him. It took a lot of force to damage his body, and as long as his heart remained intact, he'd be fine. Of course a direct hit would be unpleasant with the speed those things were going at, and Khaine had no intention of testing his defenses against such a blow.
With the power of the philosopher's stone Khaine opened a portal to an area near the ocean's surface. Stepping through he reappeared far above the battle, out of the lavender-scented smoke cloud and the barrage of monstrous creatures. It appeared that not only his area, but the entire city had been consumed by some kind of strange ink cloud. It prevented Khaine from pinpointing anyone else within the cloud, although he could see what looked like a massive shadowy sillhouette. Another giant monster? The snake from before? Maybe the stone giant he'd briefly seen during the battle, although it looked bigger than that. Regardless, it was clear that something serious was going on down there, and Khaine had no idea how to counter it. His fight with the angelic general would have to be put on hold for the moment while he tried to sort out this situation.
Thinking for a moment, Khaine focused his power on summoning more portals to hell. Not a frozen or boiling hell this time, but rather a dark and empty hell. Hell was a more varied place than most supposed, after all. The goal this time wasn't to freeze or boil the water, but rather to create several large whirlpools. Start draining water away into one of Hell's large empty caverns. Plenty of room down there. If the smoke was something physical, he might be able to drain it away, make his life easier. In addition the strong current would suck in any forces that got too close, regardless of what side they were on. While it was likely to affect his allies as much as it did his enemies, a demon would at least know their way around in Hell. It was risky, but at the very least it would provide a terrain advantage to any of his allies that got sucked in, and he could retrieve anyone who was on his side after the fact. A second risk was that he dumped the staff in Hell while he was busy, which was the reason he didn't want to use this strategy, but it was better than nothing.
Flashing red gates opened up in several locations spread through the city. Water immediately flowed through the large portals, forming swirling underwater whirlpools. Powerful currents would draw anything from magical sealife to treasures and soldiers into the literal abyss, where the monstrosities of Lenuria were sure to fit right in. Of course Khaine was completely unable to aim with this attack, but at least one of these vortexes would be placed near the monstrous shadow in the blackness.
Antaeus, Lenuria Ruins
The cowardly attacker had vanished, seemingly into nothingness! Then again, Antaeus couldn't see anything in this smoke. He threw a punch on the off chance that his attacker was in front of him, and hit nothing but water. Crying out in frustration Antaeus performed attacks in random directions, not being able to tell if he was completely surrounded, or all alone. Typical demonic trickery! The minions of Hell were too cowardly to face him head-on, so they tried to hide from him under the cover of this smoke? Despicable. But his moral high ground wasn't helping Antaeus actually find his enemies, so he was forced to shrink back down to his 10-meter standard size. No point in going full size when he didn't even know where or what the enemy was. This was maddening. However, despite his generally brutish approach, even Antaeus was not entirely devoid of subtlety. If his eyes and ears were fooled, then he might need to use his other senses. Reaching out, Antaeus made use of his connection to the earth, to the very rocks around him.
As a being born from earth, Antaeus was inextricably linked to stone and dirt. Such elements were his literal flesh and blood. It was the source of his power, and he was the fist through which that power was manifested. While rocks do not speak they can tell many stories to those who know how to listen. Small vibrations, tiny movements, indicative of larger movements. He could feel the roots of some kind of plant worming it's way through the ground, he could feel the vibrations from the movement of several large creatures. And in the background, the gentle rumbling hum of mother earth herself, the distant echo of tectonic friction. He would track down the beast through this, and then he would face it in combat. After all, none could hope to face Antaeus in a fair fight!
Despite my interest in this roleplay, I'm afraid I'm going to have to remove myself from it.
Family matters have made my life a bit hectic lately, and I just haven't had the time to keep up with all my rps. Unfortunately, that means I'm going to have to drop Mordhaben's. My apologies to Etranger specifically for being critical while disappearing myself ^_^
In any case, I hope to see you guys around when my life gets a bit more manageable.
@Lonewolf685 .... what? Antaeus hasn't managed to get off a single hit. Khaine landed one hit on Bonesword after BS played right into Khaine's strongest abilities, and other than that he's just been taking blows this entire fight. All of his most powerful abilities have been nerfed. How are people convinced he's OP? He hasn't DONE anything.
As Khaine stepped through the portal he was immediately attacked by the orbs of light that had previously been placed. Immediately a large black shield flickered into existence. As the beams of light struck it the shield seemed to shimmer, the edges fading away as it disintegrated under the force of the attack. The heat of these attacks was virtually irrelevant to arms and armour forged in burning magma, but each of these tools was infused with the same dark magic that animated Khaine. Powerful holy magic disrupted that essence, and as in many things damage to the essence is mirrored by the body. Had Khaine not seen the attack coming this would not have ended well for him, and either way he needed to get the shield replaced. It seemed his opponent was not up for conversation. Oh well. He'd just have to finish this quickly. With the giant snake apparently making it's exit, they might have to deal with the strange abominations soon. With a flick of his wrist Khaine summoned his swords once more, mentally moving through his armoury to select another shield.
Before Khaine could initiate his next attack a cloud of strange lavender gas filled the water around him. Before it clouded his vision completely he was able to identify the cause as a series of clearly supernatural flowers that had covered the ground. While possibly simply an effect of this area, Khaine suspected it had something to do with the similarly plant-themed skeleton he'd dealt with before. This was reinforced by the appearance of a bright glow where he had previously seen the skeleton. Whether the glow was necessary for some form of 'reanimation' process or was being used to purposefully attract attention in the fog was unknown. Regardless, Khaine would need to deal with this situation.
First, he needed to eliminate the mage. He had yet to land a significant blow on the elusive wizard, but he'd been able to learn valuable information. For one, the mage's light-based abilities made him a clear target in a fog like this. No doubt he would dim this display soon after the fog appeared, but it did give Khaine an opportunity to strike. One of the blades flickered out of existence, reappearing directly in front of Saef. As Saef had accelerated himself to maximum speed it would be nigh-impossible to move out of the way of this sword, which was itself launching itself at him from just outside his shield. As usual, however, Khaine would dedicate two swords to offense. Regardless of whether the first sword dealt major damage he would move the second sword once more in Saef's path, repeating the attack. If Saef was somehow able to alter his path before his first sword hit he'd find his escape route cut off by the second. Accelerating traded control for speed, a dangerous idea when facing such a precise opponent. This was the same mistake that had dealt with the demon, although it apparently wasn't as effective as Khaine had initially believed.
Of course, he kept two swords by his side in order to defend against counterattacks. Within this fog he'd have to rely on his sense of hearing above all others, and he couldn't guarantee that either of his opponents were similarly limited. There were ways of seeing that didn't rely on light in any way. But with his fine warrior instincts, honed senses, and natural ability to sense incoming attacks, he should be able to deflect any incoming fire.
So this was what passed for a challenge? While Antaeus couldn't clearly see his opponent, the beast had shrunk down to about half it's full size. Clearly it was shrinking in terror! Or did it perhaps intend to face Antaeus in a fair fight? Such bravery was commendable, but foolish. None could best Antaeus when it came to sheer force. The darkness lit up as his opponent charged some form of canon, but Antaeus was already preparing. He met the attack with an outstretched hand, whom's defensive properties had been maximised. Even with this enhanced durability his hand suffered some minor damage - although such damage would likely have been lethal to a smaller opponent. No minor blasts could hope to triumph against Antaeus! Champion of Heaven!
In fact, this is exactly what Antaeus declared. [color=green]"No minor blasts can hope to triumph against Antaeus! Champion of Heaven!" Laughing like a jolly avalanche the stone giant barrelled towards his opponent. Of course his movements were restricted by his power, and as such could more accurately be described as 'jogging' rather than running. It was the thought that counted, however, and as he moved Antaeus increased his own mass beyond it's current level, to the degree that anything he hit would surely cave in. Whatever beast or structure stood in his path would be devastated by the lumbering giant.
Of course, such powers would be rather noticable to Cydone, who had detected them previously. The mass-shifting abilities employed by Antaeus functioned within the same sphere of influence wielded by the cowboy-themed warrior. Even within this strange twisting illusion, it would be clear that not all was as it seemed.
Power without technique was power wasted. With a twist of his wrist Khaine rotated the blades lodged in Bonesword's ribs. The first spun to the side, slicing the skeleton in half, while the second used a vertical spin to slice off his right arm. The two defensive swords were teleported out of the grasp of the plants, easily deflecting the dismembered skeleton's blow and batting aside his body. An undignified end, perhaps, but perhaps it would serve as a valuable lesson. Considering Khaine was now once again active on the battlefields of the Nexus, he would likely meet the skeleton again. Khaine allowed himself to muse for a moment that perhaps, next time they met, he might find out exactly why this skeleton-thing had abandoned it's origins.
Suddenly, Khaine was surrounded by bright light. Water glowed and boiled as the heat suddenly increased, and Khaine uttered an involuntary curse-word in a long-forgotten demonic tongue. These temperatures were not normally enough to do much harm to him. What to most lifeforms was lethal, he would consider merely mildly uncomfortable. A result of the particular method of his creation, the essence of his being was forever tied to the element of fire. However, these beams had been imbued with the magic of Heaven, vastly reducing his normal resistance to such attacks. Khaine hissed as the light subsided, his external armour plates quickly losing their superheated glow as the evaporation process stole the heat from him. In truth it hadn't dealt much damage. Even without his natural resistance to heat attacks it was very difficult to destroy him using heat, due to the lack of internal organs. But it had hurt a lot, and the divine essence of the attack left him momentarily weakened. It was therefore rather unfortunate that the Shooting Star chose this moment to impact. A moment after Bonesword would have had a chance to actually strike Khaine.
Warrior's instinct warned Khaine a moment before the attack impacted. His swords flashed to his defense, two of them catching the attack before it struck him, but there was no power behind the parry. The streak of light and power broke through his defenses and slammed into his side, knocking him back and through a nearby pillar. He caught himself before he crashed into the floor, but the metal plate on his side had been dented. Again his resistance to heat-based attacks had assisted, but the combination of the two attacks had once more dealt a wound to him. He possessed some supernatural recovery, but the cut he'd received earlier was still healing. It seemed that fighting two opponents at this level was no easy task, even for one as versed in combat as he was. It was a good thing he'd dealt with the skeleton when he did. That made this much easier.
Glancing around, Khaine noticed Saef preparing another attack of some sort. That man was proving to be a significant adversary. Unlike the skeleton he had kept his distance, and adapted his tactics in order to exploit weaknesses in Khaine's defence. Despite it making his job harder, Khaine couldn't suppress some semblance of joy at being presented with a challenging fight. He had hoped to prove his worth in the battlefields of the Nexus through feats of strength and skill in battle, but being faced with an opponent capable of matching him blow for blow made that hard. In fact Khaine had been tagged twice now without being able to land a solid hit of his own. It seemed that he would need to up his game if he intended to make it out of this fight victorious.
A red portal opened, and when Khaine stepped through he was but a meter or two away from Saef. His blades teleported with him, now with all four orbiting around him in defensive formation. Khaine made no move to attack, rather he observed his opponent. Saef was likely preparing for a powerful attack, but Khaine decided to allow him that preparation. It was a foolish move, perhaps, but reckless offense had left him ill prepared to deal with the crafty mortal's counters. Clearly just attacking wouldn't work so Khaine just took a moment to observe, reading the patterns in the armour's seemingly erratic movements. He spoke up, his magically generated voice having little trouble with the interference caused by water. "Mortal. Tell me your name." Something in Khaine enjoyed being challenged, and Khaine decided to indulge himself a bit for a moment. After all, talent should be applauded. In enemies as well as allies. Even among the self-righteous slaves of Deva there were those who could be admired for their skill, if nothing else.
With frustrating ease the angel escaped the orb of ice, taking the demon with him. Did these two know each other? They certainly seemed to be working together a lot for creatures that were supposed to be on opposing sides. He had thought the demon served the machina, but was it possible that Heaven was accepting demons into it's ranks now? That would certainly be new. Regardless it was time to move on to the next plan. The portals flickered fully out of existence as Khaine shifted his focus.
Luckily for everyone involved the giant sea creatures seemed intent on different prey. In fact, it almost seemed like the giant snake thing was scaring them away. No time to think about what that meant, there was an angry mushroom rushing him. The general had launched the skeleton right at Khaine in a time-tested strategy for those who valued offense over survival. With the momentum of the flight behind him added onto his own strength he would indeed be able to output a large amount of power with that sword. However, lacking any kind of flight ability as far as Khaine could see, the demon was left completely vulnerable. In addition it seemed like some sort of protective field had flickered and waned when escaping the ice shell, presumably further lowering the demon's defense. A powerful attack made for a glaring weakness, a bad choice against an opponent specializing in mobility and precision.
Even as the icy shell crashed to the seafloor in the background Khaine conjured forth four pristine abyssal blades. Each was the size of a greatsword, designed to be wielded with two hands, but Khaine's power held them in position around him. A four-sword fighting style used only by the Knights of the Forge, the ideal amount of focus to divide over each weapon in order to be able to fight effectively. Two of the blades shot forward with unexpected speed, intercepting Bonesword mid-flight. One of the blades moved in while tilted, aiming to strike and lock up Bonesword's own weapon. The other sword rushed straight for Bonesword's throat, prepared to combine Bonesword's momentum with Khaine's power to impale the demon on it's razor-sharp point. Blocking even one sword would be hard, they bobbed and weaved as if wielded by an expert swordsman, but if either of them remained free Bonesword risked a nasty blow. Even if he got past those blades, two swords remained close to Khaine for defensive purposes. Both would combine to block the assault as the two 'attack' swords rushed up from behind, an easy pincer attack to deal a fatal blow. Unless Saef managed to occupy at least one of the infernal blades, Bonesword would have a hard time not getting skewered.
Khaine held the Stone in his left hand, even as he directed his blades with his right. All defenses were focused on the demon, but the two swords he had left orbitting himself would be more than enough to deal with any sudden attacks from the general at this distance. The blades of light would reach him moments before Bonesword himself would hit him, but he'd already timed his teleportation to leave before they became a risk. A glaring opening like this in the opponent's defense only showed up every once in a while, so he'd have to make the most of this chance. Everything was lining up quite nicely.
Antaeus, Lenuria Ruins
This entire situation was worthless. Antaeus slowly made his way through these foul tunnels, dealing with all manner of foul creature. The acid did little to him, his powers allowed him to increase the acid-resistance of his outer layer to be greater than that of even glass, a substance that was virtually unaffected by acid already. The magic-eaters were far more troublesome. Once one had latched onto him and started removing his shrinking, nearly getting him stuck in the tunnel. Had it continued it might have drained the magic that kept him animated and sentient, which would have been an embarrassing way to die. Slain by vermin in underwater sewers. From that point on he just collapsed the tunnel onto them whenever he saw one, using his command over earth. Nothing they could do about getting squished by the decidedly nonmagical power of gravity. Which was definitely the reason he did that, and not because they were icky and gross.
After spending some time trudging through the sewers with no noticeably progress, he heard a loud roar from up above. The ground was rumbling, and it didn't take a genius to figure out something big had just happened. How could Antaeus be missing it? Deciding to abandon this disgusting place Khaine opened up a hole in the ceiling, using the earth below his feet to move himself up through it. What he saw there was a special kind of chaos. Giant whale monsters were tearing through the city, eating everything they came across, even as an immense twisted behemoth spawned still more of the twisted creatures. Random houses exploded with flashes of red light. An immense serpent hovered above the city with no clear intention. Clearly everything had gone horrifically wrong, and it was beautiful. Now THIS was the kind of fight he had been looking for!
With a roar like a jolly avalanche Antaeus expanded to his full size, an immense mountain giant towering over the surrounding buildings. Despite this, the giant whale monster was larger than him still. This was infuriating. Being huge was his ability. He would have to show it that there was only one giant monster in this ocean, and it was him! Angered, Antaeus stomped down with full force on a nearby smaller monster, which at this point didn't reach higher than his knees. The force of the impact caused the ground to tremble, and nearby houses collapses as the monster exploded into a cloud of floating gore. With massive but slow steps Antaeus charged the giant monster, yelling his challenge. "Come to me, you oversized sardine, and I will show you the power of the earth!" Anything between Antaeus and his target, whether it be monsters, houses or warriors, would find itself trampled by the angered giant and it's immense weight.
Khaine has been posted for, but I made sure he can still be taken out fairly easily if this becomes necessary.
I've decided to balance Khaine by declaring he needs concentration to do things. When focusing on a large-scale attack with dozens of portals, he can't move at the same time. Figured it'd prevent him from doing a bajillion things in a turn, which appeared to be an issue last time.
Also, decided Godfall needs a while to recharge between shots instead of being a full-auto weapon like it was before. Prevents it from being all too OP. It needs to be actively summoned to charge, so he needs to hold this thing out in the open for a while in order to be able to use it again.
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Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
<div style="white-space:pre-line;">Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.</div>
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