Hematite Knight
Distinct Citizen
The Shade of Casin
Gracious Conversationalist
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Hematite Knight
Distinct Citizen
The Shade of Casin
Gracious Conversationalist
9,775 Points
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Knight of Valaura
Loyal Knight
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Knight of Valaura
Loyal Knight
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Godly Abomination
Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
Knight of Valaura
Loyal Knight
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Wrathful Misanthropist
Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
There was a powerful temptation to hurl a knife toward that carefree tone, but all she flung was glaring daggers. “Don’t 'yo’ me! I’m about to be eaten and you’re geared up for a picnic!” A moment passed, one in which she realized her panic was getting the better of her. Taking a deep breath, the woman’s expression softens. “Sorry, I’m really glad you’re here.” There wasn’t much time for chit chats, nor a more elaborate apology. For now, she’d take comfort in his presence. “What did you bring, hopefully you decided to put some hammer and nails in there. Do we even keep hammer and nails in Valaura. With all the magic to do repairs for us, I’m not very hopeful. We need to get these openings sealed off though, if we’re going to survive this horde.”
Standing, the woman peeked from above the table, tip toeing to see. Those that had nearly closed in had turned and moved off toward something else. She grimaced when she realized what it was. Turning, understanding Wrath had left a distraction she remembered an important factor. “Wait, do you still have your powers? If so, you can just sweep through and kill them all off real quick. For some reason I can’t access my powers at all.”
Glass suddenly shattered, a zombie bursting through a window off the side. This one obviously hadn't gotten the memo about the distractions. “s**t,” slipped a curse. Anger ran past Wrath, forgetting the question momentarily as she snatched an exposed bat from one of his bag. With a quick swing she bashed the zombie’s skull. The thing had already crawled halfway through the window. “These things are going to overrun us soon if we don’t book off the windows and the doors.” The short woman was panting heavily, worn out from all the activity. She hadn’t yet accommodated her new weakness.
The Shade of Casin
Gracious Conversationalist
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Pride the Ever-Living
Monster Demigod
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Wrathful Misanthropist
Wrath
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
[Позвольте мне заканчивать ваше существование]
There was a sense that could not be ignored, a wavelength on a spiritual level that allowed Wrath, without the use of magic or other worldly gifts, the ability to know precisely how Anger was faring mentally even if no words were presented. Currently, Wrath's senses alerted him to a sudden distress, Anger's mental state was dropping form panic, to anxiety, and slowly into desperation it seemed which told him from the sin world to get a bird's eye view on things, and so he did. Anger could not link to Wrath for some reason, which was odd but in another dimension of course it was far different. Wrath initiated a one way link to look through his lesser's eyes momentarily to see just what she was facing, and upon viewing what was happening he frowned. "Probably revenge for all the people I've killed no doubt..." He was kidding of course, but the fact still remained that the dead were walking, and Anger was in danger. With foresight, Wrath would begin to pack bags from his personal armory with weapons and such that would be of some assistance. Before setting off for the tavern, Wrath would do a quick check up on his body's current condition to make sure cybernetics and the like were in perfect tip top shape. Grabbing his bags of weapons, Wrath would strap it to a cart and kick it into the Tavern through the Door of Turpitude to where anger could get a hold of it and look through the bags to find something useful. One bag was filled with various ammunition, another filled with guns of all sorts, and the third held blunt weapons and edged weapons. Honestly, the cart almost didn't fit through the door at first without a little "help".(Wrath kicked it several times to get the stuffed bags through the door.)
Once this was completed, Wrath's next plan would be a most vile one, summoning a few lost souls from the depths of hell to his aid, he would then cast them into Anger's realm via the sky and let the poor beings manifest into living flesh and blood, raining from above to feed the zombies as a sort of bait. A distraction of course, and well needed it seemed considering Anger's predicament. Slowly, the zombies would begin to move away from the tavern towards the ten or so injured beings that now limped and crawled on the ground yelling in pain. Instead of needlessly endangering himself with the horde, Wrath would walk through the door next and greet Anger with an unusually upbeat tone. "Yo! " He said with a salute and a wide smile. "This a private party or can anyone jump in? " It was a sudden rush when he entered the realm and he felt it the second his feet entered the tavern. His abilities and powers were cut off, but he didn't much care either way, he still maintained an unusual carefree attitude.
[Мое желание и ваша судьба]
Ω
"Private or not, I wont suffer the undead around those I deem worthy of my presence." Came a calm voice from behind Wrath, that belonged to no other than Pride. He'd used their link to pop over and have a look about. There was a feeling in the air that was trying to compress about him, but for the moment he looked at Anger. "A seal, of some sort. Got you didn't it?" He looked at both of them. "Can't fight it forever, but then again I am who I am." He said and with a flick of his left hand, two of the entrances were sealed up with random things bolted to the walls. "Hmm, I was aiming for diamond or stone, but reinforced wood will have to do I suppose." His magics were off and more to the matter, weak.
"This will really bug me." He said looking at his left hand, as if it was not really apart of him. Granted they could not see what he could, which was some flashy but faulting curse work trying to write its self upon his hand at the moment. "Shoddy work, this." He said to the thing trying to hammer him, that he had payed no mind to the zombie that had come up behind him. Likewise his reaction was some what less enthused as said zombie took a bite into his left shoulder, ripping his shirt. For a moment time seemed to freeze, as his gaze slide from both Wrath and Anger to the rotten jaw, trying to eat him.
"Once more, and I do hate repeating myself so listen carefully, I will not suffer then undead attacking those I deem worthy, much less them attacking my personal being." The zombie never got the chance to even register that little speech as it recoiled from the lead sin, in horror and pain. It's jaw had melted off it seemed, and the rest of it's face was likewise joining the jaw on the floor at his feet. The sin though immortal, and impervious to almost all things in most of the physical, spiritual, and magical realms was known often to allow his self to bleed. Bleeding for the lord sin was a bad thing for everyone else.
Turning around to face the decaying and dying monster that bit him, he spoke softly. "Anger, I owe you one bar-stool." He said as he grabbed the closest one, and swung it with all his inhuman might, smashing it and the corpse puddle into the ground. "I really, should learn to control my own anger better." He said more so to his self than any one else in the room. "So, looks like we have company of the dead kind, a lack of powers, a curse at work, and more black magic in the air than I care to be around right now." He said looking about the Tavern. "And here I thought this place would be safe from such things. Gah, do we have any Gin? It's going to be a while." Already his shoulder was starting to heal, though at a slower pace than normal.
Astria Kade
Demonic Cat
LunacyAndUnison
Knight of Valaura
Loyal Knight
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Knight of Valaura
Loyal Knight
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LunacyAndUnison
