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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:31 pm
Welcome to the KOKOPELMANOR, the Manor of Mindscrew. Here, combatants come from around the universes, to do battle for the ultimate prize. Do you have what it takes to risk it all for everything you could possible imagine?
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:34 pm
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1-Intro
2- Table of Contents [You are Here]
3- Story
4- Rules
5- Profiles
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:36 pm
STORY
ONE ordinary day in May, the heir to a god’s estate figured, ‘what the hell, why not trick people into doing what I wish?’. Said heir thus devised a plan to steal the powers of others, and gain power himself:
He would lure people [not from any one universe, no, but from multiple ones] to the estate of the Nightmare King [without the King’s consent, or even knowledge], and force them to fight to the death over some paltry vice, seducing them with their unconcious desires.
Whatever they wanted— wealth, power— was what he would give.
They just needed to win.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:39 pm
RULES
[Originally by Steel Jay in the first Fracture, edited somewhat]
1.TheDarkness96, Mugiwara Lee and Miss Lovely Rita are the rulers of this place. We uphold the duty to withdraw anyone for the roleplay, yes, this is fair, we consult each other before giving someone the axe.
2.We uphold the right to add any rules if needed.
3.We will uphold a 3 strikes system, first rule broken warning, second rule broken, 3 day suspension, third rule broken, person will get axed.
4.We expect at least 3-4 sentences minimum, we want more though.
5.We want people to post at least, once every 5 days. We will need to be notified if it is going to be longer for any reason. This rp moves quite fast, faster than the minimal posting length of waiting.
6.Comments and/or posts that we find "unsuitable" (racism, OOC abuse [posting ten OOC messages without having an in character post.], flaming another rper/rp, etc) will be examined and rper may get a strike.
7.If you god mod (you can dodge everything and/or all of your attacks hit and/or you control other peoples rpc's action), you are a bad person who no one likes.
8. With romance, this is a strictly action-based roleplay. Sure, there could be a confession, but only a paragraph or two, please, and then getting back to business…
Application Rules
1. Give Miss Lovely Rita your app via PM, NEVER post in the forum.
2. Miss Lovely Rita needs to approve it first, as well. If she doesn’t respond to it exactly 24 hours later, send it to both of the other two owners; she may be grounded.
3. If Miss Lovely Rita sees any problem with the app [like the character is unrealistic, see 4 and 5, hell, you should read all of the rules for further information] Miss Lovely Rita will walk you through it to improve your character. Any complaints that 'my friends like my character', or that she is being too stingy is consideration for the axe. She’s one of the gods here.
4. You may use a picture, a description, or both, but please give credit to the author for the picture, and don't use copyrighted characters from any anime/manga.
5.We are looking for original characters/ideas! Please refrain from using descriptions such dark, mysterious, etc.
6.History must include background information about homeworld, and powers are necessary.
7.Title Pms, Hey, here is a profile!
8.Oh, and here is the skeleton:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Species:
Homeworld:
Weapon:
Fighting Style:
Abilities:
Powers:
History:
Personality:
Alignment: [search up 'dungeons and dragons alignments' if you dunno.]
Appearance:
9. No two characters can have the same fighting style/weapon! Power variance would be nice, too.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:40 pm
CHARACTER PROFILES
Username: TheDarkness23
Name: Heratik
Age: 2,554
Species: Human/Demon
Homeworld: Earth/Abyss
Weapon: His body
Fighting Style: Animalistic, swipes with claws, lunges and pounces, but can also use ranged attacks.
Abilities: Can transform into a large demon, limited flight, and constantly radiates a "fear aura".
Powers: Manipulates collected sorrow into a "dark" energy, which he can use as blasts of energy or ghastly claws.
History: Originally, Heratik was a normal human, born before the 1st century. Unexpectedly, he was possesed by a demon named "Heratik", after it had killed his family. He tried to rebel against it, but through time he grew to actually like being possesed. For over 2,000 years, he killed and stole, feeding off the emotions of those whos lives he had ruined. After failing to achieve an ultimate power, he still seeks another. Drawn to sources of power, he wonders through many planes lead only by his greed for more power.
Personality: Evil. He intends to do harm to many in any way he can. Usually quiet, intellectual, and reclusive, but angered very easily. He is also hard to reason with, and is sometimes irrational.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance:Heratik, Human
Heratik, Demon
Username: MugiwaraLee
Name: "Leyward the Blue" or just "Leyward"
Age: 21
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Weapon: none
Fighting Style: Mage (more specifically, Hydromancy. Because of talent has invented own spells and techniques.)
Abilities: Can manipulate water and all its forms (includes ice)
Powers: Taught in the ways of Hydromancy
History: Was raised during the 15th century by his mentor, Marten Broadcloak. Was taught to be a generalist wizard and spellcaster but after his father died while at sea, he decided to become a hydromancer. Was whisked away to the Fracture tournament when attempting a spell by himself. (which was beyond his level btw)
Personality: Has exceptional talent and potential but can be overly ambitious and hasty, running before looking so to speak.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: Wears a blue, ragged apprentice's tunic and robe. Is about 6'0 with brown hair and eyes. Has a medium build and weighs about 155.
Username: protoblues
Name: Abomination #2 (Or simply The Abomination, since the first one was a failure)
Age: 25
Species: Some sort of hideous combination between a spider, a silverback ape, and a human.
Homeworld: Earth
Weapon: Pretty much his entire body.
Fighting Style: At close range: Tear them to pieces with bare hands/ hold them still and bite them, injecting them with his venom
At long range: Flick his urticating hairs at them
Abilities: Urticating hairs, Ability to walk on any surface, Ability to spin webs, Ability to lift roughly 13 times his weight, tibial hooks on his very front legs, near-human intelligence, and an incredible sense of touch, to make up for crappy eyesight.
Powers: Pretty much what I said above.
History: Abomination #2 doesn't really remember much about himself. The men in their coats come and throw animals into his cage every day or so. Sometimes, he gets lucky and manages to lure one of the men just close enough to grab them, and then he has more meat. He remembers once being like them, but they took him away without telling him why, and made him as he is. Now, they are taking him to the tournament as a way to test his usefulness. Abomination #2 doesn't care about winning. He simply wants to feed.
Personality: Very simplistic as far as human thought goes, but also very cunning. Since the majority of his humanity has been lost, his priorities are almost entirely set for absolute survival.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: About 6 and a half feet long, and 500 pounds. He has eight glowing red eyes, in two rows of four. His fur is mostly black, with silver stripes on his legs. The majority of his looks seem to have come from his Spider DNA, so he has eight legs. Normally, he walks around on all eight, though thanks to his human and gorilla DNA, he posesses the ability to 'rear back' and walk on his back four, enabling him to fight with his forelegs. Also he has a fully functional hand at the end of each leg as well as an underbite because of his gorilla DNA. Aside from the fangs and eyes, the head is more or less that of a gorilla, with extra hair on top due to the human he was created from. The hair is long and unkempt, but mostly goes to the sides of head.
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Chryseis Zarathustra
Age: Hundreds of years old [she lost count]; looks about 23
Species: Half-talzoe, half-immortal human
Homeworld: Midgard
Weapon: Her body, her plagues
Fighting Style: Kickboxing
Abilities: Well-limbered/athletic body, fearlessness
Powers: She can vomit up plagues, and can move calcium deposits into any part of her body as teeth.
History: Chryseis lost her eye and legs in a battle against some mad scientist who opposed her liberalist free-thinking; since then, she’s devoted herself to the cause of artistic expression, science and free love.
Personality: Chryseis is very gracious, grateful, moralistic, and even something of an idealist. A goody two-shoes and a big damn heroine, if presented with a small baby she would give it a lollipop, a teddy, and probably fund it through college.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Appearance: She has candyfloss-colored hair that is long on the sides, but short in the back, with a single orange eye [her left], and two prosthetic legs. She has viteligo with her pear-shaped figure, and wears a bone themed fantasyish outfit with skulls on her wrists. There is a live Venus flytrap on each temple.
Username: Thunder-king01
Name: Joesph Pternov
Age: 29
Species: Slovat
Homeworld: Mirthia
Weapon: PP2020 submachinegun, pistol, knife
Fighting Style: Military hand to hand (Knife style)
Abilities: expert marksmenship, military disipline
Powers: N/A
History: Coming from a newly Revolted country of Slovia. Recently a arms race has begun on his homeworld for military dominance. Tension is running high and an all out war seems inevitable. Joesph is one of his countries most elite soliders has been choosen to represent his country in an attempt to gain his country power so that if war does happen, the mother country shall rise up from the ashes like a great phoniex of lore.
Personality: Military in his outwardness. He is rather hard to befriend, but once you do, he can be a valuable ally.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Appearance: Joesph Pternov (Minus cape and logo on right brest)
Username: Zombamafoo
Name: Wadsworth Mthasjkdhaklyll
Age: Age: 4,915,731 Earth years
Species: That's a good question.
Homeworld: Earth
Weapon: Whatever he wants.
Fighting Style: Copies the fighting styles and weapons he's seen performed. Begins fights conservatively, but gets into it as the fight goes on and becomes more violent and leaves holes in his guard.
Abilities: Shapeshifting, Superpowerful senses
Powers: Extreme intelligence, technical knowledge of basically anything
History:Created as one of a species of (pseudo)biological weapons by an ancient species that colonized Precambrian Earth. Was locked in a isolation cell (for bad behavior) when the whole species mysteriously disappeared. Spent another million-and-a-half studying chemistry, biology, and other sciences on the terminal in the cell before humans invented The Internet. Spent almost all its time since the Internets conception on it. May or may not have invented 'trolling'.
Personality: Batshit insane. Highly capricious, he will often go into uncontrollable rages or leave in the middleof a fight he's winning, for example. May or may not have dissociative identity disorder, as he can sometimes be heard carrying on conversations with himself.
Alignment: CN(E) - Chaotic Neutral, leaning Evil.
Appearance: None. When not copying someone, it takes the vague form of one of his creators. Vaguely triangular body with three-fingered hands on the end of tenticular arms ('speaks' by rubbing fingers together, like a cricket). Long neck with a spherical head on the end. This neck is usually bent down so the head rests in front of the chest, but if it was to extend its neck (without stretching), he would reach about 7 feet in height. Normally, though, he's like 6'5".
Username: Zombamafoo
Name: Ignace Fatuus
Age: Has been 39 for 400-something years.
Species: Human
Homeworld: Albion
Weapon: Pyromancy, a small knife.
Fighting Style: Generally tries to talk his way out of a fight if noticed, but he'll generally run while trying to burn his enemy down if that doesn't work.
Abilities: NONE
Powers: Pyromancy, Undetectability
History: He was a pyromancer working for a major noble, and was often found at major parties and such, where he once accidentally learned how much fun it was to be at the center of attention (by burning a wall hanging (by accident)). He left that noble's employ, but toured around the lands, going to dinner parties and burning s**t down. Once he made the mistake of messing with a very powerful wizard who cursed him - Nobody would be able to notice him ever again. He's spent years trying to find a way to reverse this, and with this tournament, he thinks he's found it.
Personality: Despite his compulsive need to be at the center of attention, he's actually a nice guy. He was always sure not to hurt anyone with his fires, and he's generally altruistic when the opportunity comes along.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Appearance: Looks like a medieval noble gone slightly to seed. Has a bit of a gut, stretching a dusty red tunic, worn over dark grey tightpants. Wears a knapsack slung over one arm. Longish (just past shoulders) greying red hair.
Username: MugiwaraLee
Name: Mr. Patches (alias in orginal life was, The Werewolf of Bedburg)
Age: Soul was put into body around 17th century
Species: Possessed Scarecrow
Homeworld: Earth
Weapon: Assorted farming tools (sickles, shovels, rakes, etc)
Fighting Style: Violent Dancing (an odd mix between the Crane style of Kung Fu and Drunken Boxing)
Abilities: Cannot feel pain
Powers: Can create fire (Cannot be burned by his own fire)
History: Sadistic serial killer and farmer, Peter Strumpp was put to death around the turn of the 16th century for murdering and eating 16 people (14 included children, the other 2 were pregnant women.) After his beheading, a rather evil witchdoctor dug up his remains and after extracting his soul, incased it in a scarecrow body. Mr. Patches as he became to be known, assisted the witchdoctor in terrorizing the local towns for his own greedy needs. A recent ritual gone wrong has placed Mr. Patches in the Fracture Tournament.
Personality: Is sadistic and cruel, is very silent. When he does talk, it is a low, dry, scratchy, whisper.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Mr. Patches
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Polina Didelphi [she prefers Polly]
Age: ??? [looks 25]
Species: Immortal human
Homeworld: Kokopelmanor
Weapon: Various candy familiars/weapons, her body
Fighting Style: A cross between capoeira, acrobatic kicksquad assassination moves, and jeet kun do
Abilities: Extreme athletic abilities, an awesome cook [irrelevant]
Powers: Immortality, her ability to manipulate sugar and candy, slow regenerative ability [to everything but fire, impalation through the heart with a holy object, and decapitation]
History: A warrior created by Jack in the first Fracture tournament by literally mindscrewing Monoe, Polly evolved from a opossum-turned-candywitch into a sentient being capable of emotion, gaining power from the innocence found in the meat of children and virgins. However, regardless of her odd origins, she’s been nothing but a slave to egocentric men through her life.
After running away from Jack [due to wanting to find her destiny], she eventually had to work for Flower Man [a clone of Fracture’s Guinness mixed with roach DNA] for a decade, which made her shy away from lechery and acts of general female repulsiveness.
Traveling through the universe in an attempt of escape, she eventually came across Some Town in Apparently England.
There, she met, stalked, and began to help out Alek, a young confectioner who she had grown fond of, but was planning to use her just to get his curses lifted, not even realizing she would bring, with her, an onslaught of angry vengeance-seekers and stalkers.
After getting used to an economically-secure orphaned witch who should be entering kindergarten, a face-collecting monster, a chubby SRO, and the responsibility of taking care of her sickly little sister AND Alek’s drunken hobo of an older brother, Polly has found what she deems to be ‘home’.
Personality: Polly is very generous and fair, something that she is proud of; she would never admit it, but she’s not that violent. She has a rather brash take on doing things, and will do anything as long as it’s right in her eyes [even if it means evading the cops and eating corpses]. She has a dry, sometimes dark sense of humor, and often seems to be a big sister or even mother-type to those who she knows well-enough. Her exact reasons for loving a narcissistic b*****d like Alek are unclear; it may be since she has so much history with egocentric men that it’s ingrained into her soul, but it is still unknown.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Appearance: Polly is about 5’8’’, beautiful, with a voluptuous, velvety build of equal muscle and fat; she has long blond hair that looks pink in darkness, bright pink eyes, and cream-colored skin. Though her outfit can change at her whim [as it’s made of candy, save for her underwear], her combat outfit is a brown sleeveless shirt [made of chocolate], a grey ribcageish corset [made of hard taffy], and a pink skirt [made of soft taffy]. She also usually has a fluffy shawl made of meringue, and wears her hair sometimes in two low bunches, each held with a wrapped-candy-hairtie.
She never wears shoes or socks.
Username: Slystream
Name: Void
Age: unknown
Species: Black Hole God
Homeworld: Space
Weapon: Sleeves, footvoid, and fists
Fighting Style: Long-range combat, but can punch/attempt to choke
Abilities: High stamina, can read/speak latin (irrelevant)
Powers: His sleeves and footvoid are like mini black holes, he can suck things/people into his sleeves and can also drag them through the footvoid and either leave them there or transport them somewhere else. He can also shoot things out of his sleeves at high speeds. It's unknown how large objects have to be to not be be sucked into his sleeves, as he's shot buses and trees from his sleeves before.
History: Void's life is rather boring, as he was born in, and resides in space. Apart from a few trips to earth and the occasional visitor to space, he doesn't have much else to do but read, eat pudding, and hate everything that passes by him.
Personality: Void is a person who basically despises anything that lives. He is fairly unsociable, and would rather read than have to deal with all of the "inane idiots" that surround him. A simple solution to end the annoyance is to simply suck it into the void and leave it there. Although that would be quick, he doesn't always do this. He generally shoots things at people, and then if that doesn't work, he moves onto attempting to suck them into the void and leaving them there to die.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Although his footvoid allows him to float at any height, his true height is 4'11", so he's rather short. He has medium length deep fuchsia hair, and grey skin. His shirt is a mix of dark blue and purple, with white/light purple specks on it, that resemble stars, and has extra long sleeves. Void wears plum purple pants that look wrapped (often called "Mummy pants"), and a stocking cap of the same colour, with a dark blue lining and star at the tip of the cap. Almost always has a scowl plastered on his face. Around the bottom of his legs (around mid lower-leg/just above ankles), he has the footvoid. Footvoid is black swirling mass that looks something like a cloud.
Username:Thunder-king01
Name: Altair the slicer
Age: DoB unknown, best guess is somewhere between 100 and 200
Species: Undead/ Dustman
Homeworld: Unknown
Weapon: foot long razor blades attached to the tips of his gloves
Fighting Style: a mix between Voldo and Carl Kroenen
Abilities: Impossable speed and agility
Powers: 'Graceful Beserker'
History: His worlds most wanted criminal, he has over 250 murders under his name, as well as several accounts of manslaughter. He was found by some villagers who then dolled out justice by their own hands they shot him, stabbed him, drowned him, burned him and burried him alive, all in the matter of twenty-four hours. These people went completly unpunished, infact they were rewarded. several decades later these people were all found dead on the same night, and Alex's grave was unburied and his body gone. Several days after this a man cloaked in black announced to a town he was going to slaughter them all, then from under his cloak produced bayonet tipped gloves and a masked face, hours later, traders arrived in the town and found every man, women and child dead, with the words "ALTAIR IS BACK!" Scralled on every building.
Personality: Almost a mute, he doesn't talk much. and when he does it is breif. A cold calculating murder, he feels no remorse about killing, and will not let up for a second when fighting.
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Appearance: Nothing but a skeleton wrapped in his ashes, he wears a form fitting black outfit which covers his entire body from top of head to bottom of his feet. He wears light, black soft leather boots and a mask which seems to change from day to day. Around his throat is a small brass collor of sorts, when he wishes to speak he is able to vibrate the ashes around his neck area like vocal cords allowing him a sort of speech. He stands at 5'11 with a very thin body, but that goes without saying with being a skeleton wrapped in dust.
Username: Protoblues
Name: Lord Reginald Ruthers Rotswolfe Esq. (But you can call him Rotty icon_wink.gif)
Age: 43
Species: Human?
Homeworld: Earth
Weapon: Poisonous sludge, smog, his body odor and personality
Fighting Style: He tires easily, and so he prefers to fight with the smog and sludge he creates. After all, if he were actually fighting, he wouldn't have the breath to call out crude pick-up lines and catcalls.
Abilities: The ability to disgust almost anybody, incredibly wealthy, able to produce and control sludge, smoke, and an acidic, smelly, sweat.
Powers: Poison magic. Which would be what the above is describing.
History: Lord Rotswolfe was the only child of the duke of an incredibly wealthy province of England. He was constantly fawned upon by practically everyone in the dukeship, due to his intelligence, affluence, and dashing good looks. This, of course, made him into a gigantic douche. Once, during a witch hunt, he actually managed to capture a real witch. He abused the witch in all ways imaginable before finally ordering his men to kill her when he got bored with her. Before they could kill her, she cursed him with the 'gift' of poison magic. The curse transformed him into a grotesque brute of a man, to make it easier for the magic for manifest in the tangible. He mostly keeps his powers a secret in his actual home, but he occasionally ventures out to places much more accepting of his powers, to earn some ill-gotten magical and valuable items.
Personality: You know how some people can make you want to take a shower, just by talking to you? That's what this guy's like. He's greedy, hedonistic, ostentatious, and just all around unpleasant to be near.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Incredibly fat, as well as quite tall. He has sickly pale skin, with an almost greenish tint. He wears a gaudy purple robe, big rings on each finger, and ratty sandals. He has an excess of body hair, but little on his head, leading to a bad comb-over. He generally has a puddle of slime at his feet, and if he has to move more than a few feet at a time, he creates a sedan chair out of slime to bear his bulk. He usually has enough food on his person to feed a city block for a day or two.
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Jerusalem Blythe [call him Salem, he'll be upset if you don't]
Age: Since the beginning of science, looks about 26
Species: Muse of Science
Homeworld: Midgard
Weapon: Scalpels and surgical tools of varying sizes
Fighting Style: Mad-Scientist-slashy-slashy
Abilities: Agility, tactical planning
Powers: Ludicrous intelligence
History: Salem is a weird man [actually the personification of swcience] who is always eager to analyze everything through observation.... through cutting them open. He knows Chryseis better than anyone else.
Personality: Manic, hyperactive, somewhat delusional and violent. Fantasizes about 'dissecting people' to an almost sexual extent.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: http://threnjobee.deviantart.com/art/It-s-Poetry-In-Motion-149872277
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:32 pm
Chryseis had been sent by her organization-- the Oligarchy of the Liberals-- to investigate some sort of illegal dealings going on in the manor of the Lord of Nightmares.
She did not like the Lord of Nightmares, as their past relations had been bitter, but found the entire matter completely suspicious.
At the subject of a 'tournament'-- much like that one forty years ago, with her niece, and the robots and demons-- she became somewhat embittered, anda little bit apprehensive. What immoral act would they do now? Kick kittens for prizepoints? Run over puppies for performance scores?
Chryseis had merely entered the portal because she wanted to END whatever was happening here, hopefully without the manic chaos caused by the last time.
Walking into the main hallway, she noticed that the first room made everything but her one orange eye in black and white. She expected this, though-- that was only a sample of the oddness this house displayed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 11:57 am
With a loud crack, a portal opens and throws a young man sprawling to the floor. He lies there for a moment, his clothes slightly smoking and then with a groan, lifts himself up.
"Ugh! What the heck happened? I was sure that ethereal transfer spell was right! I wonder where i am? Did i teleport myself somehow?" Nervous and worried, the young man brushes off his tunic and robes and begins walking down a long hall of some sort. He looks back and forth along the walls, thinking out loud.
"Gosh, i wonder whos house this is? It seems pretty big. I wonder if i teleported myself to Lord Hurrath's manor? It will be very embarrassing for my master if he finds out i learned a spell far beyond my level by accident...."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 12:37 pm
Silence in the manor fell short, as a rift in existence opened in the manor. Waves of energy poured out of it, along with a demonic presence. The rift caused an updraft that hurled nearby objects among the room. Clawed hands grabbed at the sides of the rift, pulling out the body they are attached to. One foot touched the ground, along with the other. Once set, the rift had closed, and books and pages had been blown everywhere. The being that stood there was Heratik. He looked around and noticed he was in a library and an untidy one at that.
"Is it here? This had better not be like before."
He looked down to his feet and noticed a few books. He gave a light kick to them and they slid across the floor.
"At this rate, I'll never be a god."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 2:44 pm
Abomination #2's hands tensed as the he felt the footsteps of the man in the white coat draw near. He was already irritated that they had moved him and his cage from their normal location. As the man reached toward the cage, the abomination prepared to lunge. The man was no fool, however. He stepped to the side of the cage hatch, far enough out of the way to keep the abomination from getting the drop on him. He lifted up the hatch, and waited for the abomination to move. When he didn't, he pulled out a special pneumatic gun. He stood behind the Abomination and fired a single shot of air at him. Though not harmed at all, the Abomination quickly began moving away from the gun. The researcher continued to fire until he was all the way in another room. He immediately began to wheel the cage away.
Abomination #2, now in a long hallway, started a hunt for new territory. He crawled up the wall and onto the ceiling, and began to make his way down the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:04 pm
Chryseis heard Leyward nearby.
"Oh, this is the manor of the Lord of Nightmares. Are you here for some sort of criminal, illicit activity?"
Meanwhile, logging down some names and general information, was someshady figure, watching over all of their progress so far.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:21 pm
A door in the front room swung open, revealing a impossibly beautiful woman with long black hair and brown eyes, wearing a revealing dress. She looked vaguely surprised to see Chryseis.
"Oh, hello there."
She leaned against a wall and batted her eyes seductively at Leyward.
~*~
In a library in the manor, there was a large flash of flame and a quiet tump as Ignace came into existence. He muttered to himself quietly.
"Hmm. I meant to come into the main haAUGH!"
He had noticed Heratik standing in the room, and scrambled backwards away from him. He tripped on a smoldering book and fell to the floor.
"Oh yes. They won't be able to see me."
He scratched his head, relived.
[[I think Heratik would be able to see him with demon eyes and all. Your choice.]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:22 pm
Leyward was surpised by the strange girls presence. He stuttered for a while before he could collect himself.
"What? criminal activity? Lord of Nightmares? No, Im a wizard's apprentince. My name is Leyward. I was praticing an etheral spell and I think it went wrong. I opened a portal but before I could say the dismiss spell it sucked me in. And then I woke up in this hallway. Who are you? What are we doing here?
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:31 pm
Chryseis bowed.
"I am Chryseis Zarathustra, advocate of freedom of religion, freedom of thought and freedom of expression. I am here since I heard of some organized activity pertaining to the owner of this tournament."
She then noticed the woman there,and had to do a triple take.
"...mother? I-Is Father doing something again?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:44 pm
[[Ill make him notice from the flash of fire, i wont make him sense it]]
Heratik saw a flash from the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw a smoldering book. He started walking over to it, projecting ghastly claws on his right hand. He had not noticed anything yet, but felt that there was another presence in the room.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:01 pm
As he was wandering the halls, Abomination #2 suddenly felt a faint vibration. Realizing there was prey around, he softly began padding towards the source. Upon reaching the source, he saw a room with a bunch of books, and one man walking toward some books on the ground. But there was something wrong here: there were two sources of vibrations, yet only one person. He leaped down from roof, bellowed a challenge, and rushed at the only visible target: Heratik.
[[By the way, Lee, the word you are searching for is ETHEREAL, not etheral.]]
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