Whimsley

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress

_{Wait, I have a pistol}

Zerraf did the opposite of a beckoning motion to Jenso, as if to divert his focus from himself to the fight at hand. The wind mage squinted at the glowing, flying orb coming at him and the newcomer. He stretched his back out and clumsily underhand tossed his rapier into the air. The rapier appeared to catch itself on an invisble, buoyant string, awaiting a command. Zerraf unholstered his flintlock pistol, tapping the barrel with the same hand that carried it, checking the stock, making sure the handle was waxed. The ball came closer. It was loaded, chamber was clean, scope was set, just the right amount of powder. CLOSER...

A wave of Zerraf's wrist and the flintlock's barrel sent the rapier shrieking forward, the sound of a flock worth of falcon's echoing in a canyon. It was in the direction of the orb, momentum gaining, ready to pierce its radiating veil. Without hesitation, the wind mage went from nonchalantly checking his gun to unleashing a round in perfect precision, a customized round twisting the air around it and adjusting its path if the orb were to change speeds or direction. The two projectiles were to collide with the orb at the same time, each no more or less difficult to dodge than the other.

Rings of Fate

@tex

She grabbed Zerraf though, which would imply that she's outside with us

@Jensoman

WHO SAID YOU WERE GETTING TOO HYPE I GOT HYPE FOR IT TOO. I HOPE WE CAN DO MORE COMBO ATTACKS IN THE FUTURE.

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress

_{C-c-c-combo maker! Jenso + Cyclone = Jensone}

Zerraf stared at the fallen cannon with half-shut eyes, but he gave the fiery Jenso a thumbs up to recognize his thanks. "Not just yet." Zerraf sighed, unsheathing his rapier and holding it downward as if it were a great weight. His slow eyes trailed the line of sight made by the newcomer's green arrow, tracing her shot to the main Krunklet of the bunch. Very well. Jenso charged forth into the masses, spinning as a top towards the rolling ball men.

The wind mage touched the tip of his rapier to his mask, lightly tapping, humming. "Hmmm..." Zerraf's eyebrow raised as if an idea was able to float in the quagmire that was his brain. He pointed his rapier, drooping, toward Jenso. Ethereal waves of wind began spiraling around the blade as a helix, concentrating as translucent specters. The wind spirits suddenly shot out, winding about each other, twin serpents charging Jenso. They coiled about him, rapidly, faster now, slamming against the back of his hammer and catching any flat surfaces with which to push him in more rapid circular motion. The human tornado was born, ripping grass and tearing earth asunder as it charged forward.

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I'm kind of confused, I thought we were all outside. Where is Eleanor relative to the group?

~Battle of the Supernatural~ Accepting.

Reinor Hjeltven

They'd come by moonlight, under guise of formal wear, but they were so much more. Reinor led his small scouting party into the Delacour, each in appropriate attire for the environment. Reinor's silver chain still hung about his neck, but it was tucked into the gray suit he donned. He rolled up his sleeve to adjust a silver watch upon his wrist, but he didn't seem to bother checking the time. His raven beard trimmed, hair combed backward and gelled. A patron lightly bumped up against his right arm and he brushed his shoulder before continuing forward. There was no exchange of words with the party. Two fingers into the air with thumb tucked, motioning forward. Their first step was in unison straight before diverting off, each surveying a different section of Club Delacour.

Reinor made his way to the bar, leaning against it with bended elbow and other hand upon his forearm. One of his legs was bent against the bar wall to provide more support; black, leather shoes creaking so quietly. His pale, stone eyes looked to the bartender and Reinor made his order with a wave of his hand. Reinor sipped the Old Fashioned and sucked the residual liquid off of his bottom lip. His eyes fell to the glass counter. The strobe lights had no way to interfere with his senses; he was aware of every human coupled with every vampire at the moment. There were seven in total, and more likely skulked at the balcony above the dance floor. With another sip, Reinor's pale eyes unmistakably clashed against Serafina's. Unblinking, he would stare for a moment just beyond being polite, just touching an uncomfortable pause. An unspoken message of dominance: The Silver Crowns are in your territory. And we are not afraid. A woman walked in-between the two's field of vision, so Reinor played with casual conversation in the meantime, remaining aware of the position of each of his pack members and the vampires.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

Thank you! I rather enjoy this character and I'm looking forward to the classes. I've already got a ton of ideas planned out.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

Unless the GM has a problem with it, I say go for it

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

@fer1323 @Shiny Keldeo

So I can't speak for the GM, but I believe one needs to start from the ground up. So fer, you would start with a Growlithe and an Abra if you wanted those two pokémon in the future.

As to Keldeo, I don't believe legendaries are allowed, but it would be awesome in my opinion to have someone in charge of pokémon encounters or something like that.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

No problem! Everyone starts somewhere. I personally thought the perspective you used was creative and interesting to read. It's different and I appreciate that.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@dragonmancer

I think you confused Willhelm as your roommate. Luke and Willhelm are roommates, and you and Avarice are roommates.