Zombehs

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Screaming in pain as their back hit the ground, the sudden flash of knight might as well have been a knife right to Ihosha’s forehead. It made the discomfort caused by the barrage of information fed by the third eye seem paltry in comparison, and they could feel the eye writhe beneath the hand slapped over it. Gasping and coughing at the foul taste in their mouth, Ihosha rolled over slowly with a groan as the pain faded to more manageable levels. The intense ringing refused to abate from their ears though, and they were slow to prop themselves up and take a look around to try and reassess the situation. The ground seemed to rumble and shake as the tunnel finally collapsed atop the blighted ones, and Ihosha stared at it for a moment. A pity about the most likely crushed lanterns, but it was probably a trade in their favor.

The two remaining blighted ones had to be dealt with though, and the question now was who did they try and assist? The bowman forced into close quarters, but seemingly ready to hold his own, or the two tired and poorly positioned about to take another blast from the hand-cannon head on. … Well when it was thought of in that way, the choice wasn’t that difficult was it? Or did it have to be a choice? Looking down at the staff cradled in their hands, Ihosha wished it was a bit more aerodynamic and wieldy, but better than one of the blackened monstrosities everyone else seemed to be stuck with.

Though their mind felt a bit frayed from the third eye’s observations, Ihosha grit their teeth and pushed their body forward. Physically, it should be fine right? No time but the present to find out. Spinning around, they tossed the staff sideways like a boomerang at the back of the blighted one engaging Solomon, hoping to knock them off balance. Their vision wasn’t the clearest, still somewhat dazzled by the bright cannon fire, but the symbol marked on its torso was clear as ever and even seemed to draw their attention. Focusing on that to help them aim, Ihosha finished their turn and surged up onto their feet.

Joining the sailor who’d abandoned his anchor in the rush for the cannon wielder, Ihosha scrunched their third eye shut and held out a hand. The dull smack of the thrown staff hitting something, although they didn’t look back to see what, was just caught as they listened out for it. Focusing and tugging on the faint connection that seemed to exist, a small grin split their face as the comforting weight materialized within their hand and they grabbed it firmly. Though the room was no longer quite as clear with their darkvision cut off, the strange symbol seemed to linger in their sight like a fading wisp. Grunting as they grasped the staff by the bottom end with both hands, Ihosha tried to halt themselves and transfer all that momentum into the swing at the blighted man’s soul-mark.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Also, does anyone know where @Zombehs went? I'm a little worried for them in a genuine way. Are they okay? I also don't want to leave them too far behind because of a sickness or school or anything.

@RyuShura

Nothing as important as either, but just a lack of desire to roleplay. I already missed the Thursday deadline I set for myself, so yeah...

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Still around, just feeling a bit meh. I'll try and post by Thursday, but go ahead and move on if ya want.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

DO. NOT. TRUST. PATCHES.

Also wow, Ihosha's not even going to make it to final boss before getting put down at this rate.

Also, vertical swings are just going to end up with the whip sword buried in the ceiling and causing a cave in so, "Rocks fall, everyone dies."

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

“You don’t mind Liza, do you?” Septim asked amusedly as he glanced over the new girl. Posture indicated training despite the seemingly lax nature, clone probably indicated very early training or perhaps even designed for a specific purpose? Not enough information to be certain.

Frowning behind his helmet as one of the six went up in flames, Septim held back the urge to give the giant reptile a friendly warning shot to the hand. The darn thing hadn’t even participated, and it was taking an entire sixth of their current food supply?! Instead, he manifested a handgun and sent a round into the ground at Jackal’s feet. “That’s your freebie,” he said in a friendly tone, “next time, no work, no food.” Letting the manifestation fade away afterwards, he hoped the message had gotten through to the dragonic being.

“Because working together is easier if we know each other's names and what each of us can do.” Septim answered the armored humanoid before he tilted his head. “Also, any relevant past experience would be nice to bring up. There seems to be people from all sorts of time periods and worlds.” Tapping his helmet, the frontal section seemed to disconnect and attach to his face before he pulled the rest off; leaving Septim with a gas-mask-esque piece.

Letting his long crimson hair out with a shake of the head, Septim tucked the helmet beneath an arm and looked towards the two that decided the meeting was important enough to pay attention to. His smile was hidden by the piece he still wore, but it reached his eyes. “Mmm. Too many different species to tell, but yes, a few days might drive some desperate,” he agreed with Mable as he glanced over the hundreds alone that he could see, "some might just need to be hungry..."

“Game is… apt, I suppose,” Septim admitted after some thought. The scale of the rewards were far greater than what he was used to, but he knew of some that saw Marks as challenges and dived into them for their own amusement, so Mable’s comparison wasn’t completely out of place. “Given our first reward though, exploring further is a priority. It seems likely we’ll get access to food, shelter, and other necessities as subsequent rewards.”

Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

@Pleek@Shisa

Stepping back to give the man some room, Udrace hmphed as he spun around and scattered a flock of small bat-like demons that had noticed them on the rooftop. Tracking their flight for a moment, he marked them as satisfactorily dispersed before he turned back to face Cane.

Taking the card from the man, Udrac held it up as he squinted at the fine print before he turned it around to look at the signature on its back. “Legal representation,” he muttered, as if testing the phrase out for the first time, before he carefully folded the card in half and tucked it away for safekeeping.

Stroking his beard as much of what Saxton said flew over his head, he decided that the man must ultimately be fine if he was this wordy. Peering over the edge, Udrac walked around the edge of the rooftop before pausing for a moment. Rubbing at his beard, he cocked his head, squinted, and then nodded. While he would have preferred to keep raining punishment on the Hellspawn from the lofty vantage point, he had a responsibility to the one he had saved as well.

“Call me Udrac,” he declared first off as he gestured to westward, “and descending from rooftops shall be the quickest method downward. Simply point me towards this Lukewarm Avenue, and I will see you arrive safely.” Glancing Saxton up and down for a moment, he then added, "S'long as you do not mind being carr-"

The ship sailing through the midst of the city proved to be more important than the latest arrival that joined the pair on the rooftop though. Watching as it seemingly indiscriminately hurled firebombs and added to the chaos of the demonic invasion in progress, Udrac frowned as he cracked his knuckles. "It seems there are, ah, bigger fish to catch?" He sounded a bit unsure of the idiom as he looked between the two men. "He worries about you though, so I leave you in his care." Nodding once more, he crouched and then leapt from the rooftop.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

Having hidden behind one of the thorned rocks, the spirit looked on as others swarmed over the overseer like a swarm of vermin. It shuddered as one flew off, bouncing against the blackened ground before rolling to a stop. That could have been it if it had joined the others in this mad attempt at… rebellion? Yet despite being madness in its mind, it seemed that they were successful against the odds.

Recoiling in disgust as the slaver’s disgorged belly burst open, it hid behind the rock as the rush of blood and organs slopped and squelched with their exit. A mighty splash rumbled the ground beneath its feet and the spirit finally peeked back around to witness the overseer face first in a pile of its own steaming offal. Clutching at two of the numerous spikes that jutted from the rock it hid behind, the spirit looked around nervously as the Horned Guard seemed truly well and dead. What did they do now? Surely they’d all be punished when the replacement arrived?

Its panicked thoughts were interrupted by the horrific stench that blew forth from the corpse, and the spirit stumbled around, dazed and nauseated. Falling backwards after poking itself on one of the thorns by accident, the spirit landed on the ground and shook its head furiously to try and clear away the foul smell. Thankfully the stench faded in a few short moments, leaving the spirit sitting on the ground as it looked back towards the others and the corpse.

Jumping to its feet in surprise when it could no longer see the Horned Guard, the spirit felt part of its face slowly split open as it noticed the glowing pearls where the overseer had died. Its grip tightened around the thorns as it held itself back though. A quick count revealed there were not enough for it to take a share, even if it had done anything to warrant any. Shuddering as they seemed to call out towards it though, the spirit looked away as the others began to feast on the delectable looking morsels. Very well aware of its hunger, the spirit looked at the body of its impaled kind and wondered if their corpses might curb some of the pains its stomach felt.

Smearing its hand in the blood that dripped from the various corpses, the spirit took a cautious lick of the warm liquid. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but the overseer had seemed to enjoy the taste of them quite a bit. Revulsion at the thought of becoming even a bit similar to the Horned Guard stayed the spirit for a while as the others began to change, but the hunger demanded to be fed. Grimacing as it raised a limp arm to its face, the spirit bit down and shook its head to tear a piece of flesh from the corpse. Gnawing and chewing on the piece was rather unpleasant, and it eventually spit the mashed up meat onto the floor with a gag.

It only felt hungrier after that failed attempt, but something more pressing demanded the spirit’s attention. A fin breaking the surface of the magma, quite large in size, and hinting at the size of what laid beneath. Panic welled up in the spirit once again, and it looked towards the changed others. So much larger and more than it currently was. They had fought back against the Horned Guard, so surely it would be safer to go along with them? Dashing from behind the thorned rock into the midst of their group, it looked around at their strange forms in a fit of confusion. Which one was the safest to go with?

Stopping as the one closest bent down, the spirit felt a bit calmer with one closer to eye level. Reaching up to grasp the offered hand, it couldn’t understand why the creature was so calm though. Did it not see the new monstrosity approaching?!? Trying its best to climb up the Captain’s arm proved to be a rather fruitless endeavor, and it gave up as a massive splash heralded the monster’s arrival.

Staring at the gargantuan lave beast, the spirit felt its knees buckle and give out underneath it as it collapsed against the ground and shivered helplessly. This was to the Horned Guard what they had been to their overseer. The difference was staggering, and the spirit could barely stay conscious in the face of such overwhelming power. It barely even registered as someone scooped it up off the ground and laid it upon a cooler and smooth surface, but it retained enough presence of mind to obey the order and gripped on tightly. Maybe they would escape from this after all…

Afterlife: Dead Sun

Oh... I didn't realize I was supposed to post yet. Whoops. I'll try and get something up tomorrow then.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Sorry for the delay. Got pulled out to a BBQ, and then burned my forearm so that was a few hours of fun.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Jolting at the loud proclamation that challenged the bearers of light, Ihosha stared wide-eyed at Aiv for a few moments. Its skin crawled at the declaration and its hands tightened around the staff, trying to ignore the unsettling sensation. Glancing worriedly at the southern passage and hoping nothing had been disturbed there, they wound up sighing in relief as the lights continued to flicker softly from above. Ignoring the remark from Dwyn, Ihosha instead shuffled up towards the northern passage to try and get a better look at whatever was approaching them.

Eyes widening in surprise at the twisted bodies that lumbered towards them, Ihosha felt the urge to run well up for a moment as every little detail in the dark revealed themselves. It disappeared quickly though, fading with the initial surprise, especially as one of the “leaders” began to speak. The others? Were they not the first of Nera’s chosen? Or did he refer to the mutilated shamblers that seemed to be the fodder they left?

Musing time was interrupted as a familiar, if unwelcome, sound filled the chamber before the walls seemed to rumble slightly at the impact. Ignoring the others and focusing on the lantern bearer’s actions instead, Ihosha cursed under its breath as the result of her clumsy attack seemed to just be two slightly smaller, if no less dangerous creatures. “Gah!” A bit annoyed, Ihosha could only hope that the others didn’t tire as quickly as the clumsy one if they fought more carefully.

For now, Ihosha wanted to make sure that the lanterns didn’t work at a range though, or this would just be an uphill battle against the odds. Grimacing as the third eye cracked open, it became easy to count just how many lantern holders there were as each lantern lit up with the faint aura of magic. With a muttered prayer, Ihosha tugged on the small well of energy it could feel and focused on one of the lanterns.

Once again their third eye felt drowned in the presence of the light, how dim it might've been in reality, causing them quite an accute pain. But the number became clear in that split moment. Indeed, five of the lanterns remained, with only the faint trail of pale light signifying a destroyed other laying somewhere among the shifting and writhing forms. The smoke itself seemed to have some source of magic seperate to the light, interestingly enough. And in the final glimpses of the short second of vision, they also witnessed another peculiar thing. A darkness loomed within these beings, like a parasite having united with their flesh. It was not a physical thing, nor was it entirely magical either, existing among the bodies and flowing throughout them. It was like an emptiness, a void almost. These 'things' felt oddly familiar, somehow. Was this extra detail granted because of their dark gift? Only more questions, but so little time to ascern them.

Closing shut, the eye began to bleed some sable-colored blood again, throbbing from the painful exposure to direct light. It might take a moment for her to recover and use such a power again. Ihosha would feel a slight weariness overcome them from tapping into the truer potential of the ability, but not enough to deter them from doing anything else in the upcoming moments.

A strange feeling soon came across them, like they were being watched themselves. The extra perceptivity was not the only result of using the eye, it would seem. Though what that exactly meant was beyond them.

Hissing, Ihosha planted the staff against the floor as they reached and up and clutched at their forehead. Trying their best to ignore the warmth that flowed through their fingers, Ihosha coughed and called out, "One's down, just five le-"

Freezing mid-sentence at the odd sensation of being observed, Ihosha felt goosebumps form all over their body as a shiver raced up their spine. Twitching nervously as they pushed off the staff to fully stand, Ihosha took a few unsteady steps forward before she joined the others by the north passage and gripped the staff tightly, ready to fight against the horde. "Smoke and light are both magic..." Ihosha informed the others, albiet it wasn't as helpful as they hoped. They'd need to take a longer look to actually discern what each did, and Ihosha really didn't want to feel that dreadful sensation again...

"They seem empty as well. Consumed by blight?" Ihosha's muttering sounded uncertain as their grip shifted on the staff, waiting for the horde to draw close enough. "I can try to find out more, but can you "whole ones" hold them? The lanterns will revive any fodder you kill if you tire yourselves on them."