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PhiferWolf rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:10 am
Slowly, he carried back water in the cups of his hands. With such large hands, it felt like he wasn't doing enough for the Tree. He needed more water and he did his best to water it. As he returned to the tree, and offered the water to its roots, the tree shuddered and a small acorn fell before him. Picking it up, he heard a voice. "Thank you..."
He watched as it slowly withered away.  [[ Size: 11mm ]]
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:22 am
Quote: "My children need time to grow, to move on from my Grief. Help them create their own Legacy and feed them each unique memories."In the water, shadowy forms begin to form, and then create large, dark blue bubbles. Each bubble is a memory. Your memory. Just not just any memory of yours, strange, unusual and foreign memories. Some clearly contain you, or what might be you, some you don't even remember yourself, but clearly have your face on it. You reach close, and pull those around you Quote: Rolling a 8: Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. "Sorry guys! I had to work a bit later than I thought. Can I get an invite?" The boy spoke into the headset as he leaned back into the chair, his hands on keyboard and mouse. His eyes focused on the screen of an armored individual with wolfish ears and tails and brilliant blue eyes. Across his back was a large, ornate scythe. Uru moved through the world, meeting his fellow guildmates in front of the raid portal to 'The World's End'. They had been working on progressing through the dungeon and finally met with the last boss; Balazzar, the Epitaph of Darkness. They had talked all day and night about a method to get around his instant kill attack and might have an idea. Tonight was their attempt to impliment that method and hoped it worked. "Alright guys, eat up, buff, and get ready. We're pulling in a minute." [Phifer] says: oom [Dromynus] says: Bloodlust. [Jahka] says: Bloodlust mojjo [Mojjo] says: DON'T TELL MEHOW TO PLAY MY CLASS! [Dromynus] says: Wipe it. [Mojjo] says: STAY AWAY FROM MY a** [Dromynus] says: That wasn't what you said last night ; ) [Phifer] says: lol! [Dromynus] says: hehe [Jahka] says: lmao
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:53 am
Quote: Rolling a 2: Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
"You are weak."
"What are you doing?"
"Work, work, work. You must work! WORK WORK WORK!"
"I am the Queen. I shall not be banished again! You shall make sure of it!" "Yes, your majesty..." Uru kneeled before nothing as he answered. Standing, his had lost an arm and his form distorted upon inspection. He shambled about the bleak and broken world around him as he went out to fulfill his given task. He must ensure that his Queen is alive and well, no one can harm her; no human, no student, no horsemen or Goddess, not even the High King.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:17 pm
Quote: Rolling at 3: Your character exists in a world where Halloween does not exist. They are Human and they go to a Human high school. They are part of a swimming club, and they are currently about to face a great competition. They know their rival swim team is trying to race against them but they must win the gold medal, for their team! All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. He was standing at the podium, waiting for the gun to be shot. To his sides he saw lines of beautiful men with beautiful bodies in the most revealing, and skimpiest swimming gear (if one could consider them that). The girls in the stands were crying and fainting and cheering for them. The shot rang out and the concert of splashes not a second later. The air filled with cheering for the wet, muscled men as they breast stroke to the other end of the pool. Their bodies glistened as water cascaded over each muscle as they plowed through the water with incredible speeds. Pushing off the wall, one individual was the furthest and was leading the race. The race came to a close when his hands touched the wall and the crowd exploded in excitement. With the gold medal in hand, he was suddenly piled on by all the men (and Damian) that were competing. Best. Win. Ever.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:25 pm
Quote: Rolling a 1: Your character exists in a timeline where the horsemen Apocalypse actually occurred. Basically the Horsemen (four clans) have taken over the Human World. If you are a horsemen you dominate this world, if you are a Hunter you exist as food, if you are part of Halloween you exist as the Resistance fighting against the horsemen. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. The council was having a meeting on the current plan of resurgence in the human world. So far, they have been able to close of Halloween Town from the rest of the cities. It was only a few weeks ago that they had set out to burn all the portal gates to the outside realms and thus leaving them stranded. But there were other alternatives to get to the Human World... those that were kept secret from the rest of them. Uru's family was the first to be demolished, the Cocytus pack was wiped out that were present in the packlands. As far as he knew, he was the last surviving member. Luckily, the Umbra were well hidden and weren't allied with any of the big-named packs, so he was hopeful that his father was safe. One by one, minis that did not fall in line to the Horsemen were captured and taken... Bunmundy and Fraustus were taken from him. These horsemen were utterly powerful... his fists were no longer enough. Beside him stood a large spear, one that was similar to the one he held before... it was a Cocytus heirloom, one that was used by his forefathers to deal with traitors within the pack and those that they were allied with. If this scythe has seen blood again, it will be those that took everything from him. Getting to his feet and taking his blade, he headed back toward campus to see what the next task was.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:30 pm
Quote: Rolling a 4: Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. Gunfire shot through the air as the rowdier members of the town took to the streets. The Sheriff was a coward and hid within the bar than actually quell the fighting that was going on outside. When an outsider came and smacked one of the show girl's behind, the fight was took to the street by some of the regulars. Uru sat upon the balcony that overlooked the fight and watched as they shot and hid behind barrels. It was comical at least. When the firing came to a stop for reloading, he unsheathed his gun and fired three shots. Each into each man's lower body as a warning. "Lets have you guys suffer and think upon how stupid you all are." Tipping his hat, he turned and walked back inside.
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PhiferWolf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:53 pm
Quote: Rolling a 9: Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face - It is up to you how your character looks, and (optionally) what weapons they use as well as who they face. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from. Uru stood there with very little armor besides armored greaves, a leather loincloth, and a battle harness and helm. He wielded two small scythes in each hand, staring directly at the door in front of him. One kill away and he was to be freed... well, as free as a slave could get. The doors opened and, not one, but two large men came out charging with swords in hand. Turning the curved blades backwards, he charged forward, throwing on at the first man who swiped it away, but in doing so left himself open for the second scythe to find a home in his chest. Pulling himself free by kicking off the bleeding man, the second took the opportunity to cut him down in the process. Throwing the second from the air, it found a home in the man's back. Landing, Uru kept himself low as he charged forward, plucking his scythe from the ground and leapt onto the man's back. With a foot planted square on his back, he held the scythe low beneath the man's neck, letting gravity do the rest of the work. "Today, I will be free. Unfortunately, you won't have the same fate... you would have been better if you realized who you were fighting... Now, let your burdens carry you." And with that, the burdens of his life took hold as his body fell and became limp.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:05 pm
At last, with your hard work, the tree has almost fully grown. It sways a bit, delicate, but with a life of its own. There is a beautiful castle in the distance, but it seems far, far in the distance. The colours are strange and still, and waters pour from multifaceted rocks in tiers and layers.
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
You reach out, but you notice there are so many tiny pools reflecting back. Which pool do you want to pick the water from?
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:16 pm
Quote: You pick water from the warm pool. Caring, comforting memories from your life seem to spring to life. As you pour the water onto the tree it grows one more time, and then is complete. Your tree become something truly spectacular. Bright wisps float around the tree, and then a voice asks you, "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"The sapling needed water and this pool was warm. Something about it drew him to it, the warmth, perhaps? Putting his hands into the water, he closed his eyes. "Uru... you got to be more careful when you are hunting." An older man was bandaging his leg. The blood was still seeping through, but it certainly felt better. It was comforting, no he felt utterly safe within this man's lap as his leg was being mended. "Though, I have to commend you that you managed to take it down." He laughed. Opening his eyes, he stared at his own reflections in the cup of his hands. With a deep breath, he got to his feet and returned to his sapling. Drizzling it, wisps gathered around its branches as it spoke. Uru smiled and nodded. "Thank you." Closing his eyes again, he felt something flare inside his mind.
"Fraustus, what happened?" He asked as he bandaged his pet's legs and neck. He was torn up, bites all over and scratches too. Aster the Bunny-Scareon was watching over his shoulder as the undead creature laid on the floor exhausted and bleeding after having just came from the closet. Something had clearly attacked it... but what?
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"Fraustus, this is your pack? And that's... the ones who have been hurting you." Uru looked at the four creatures opposite of Fraustus and his friends. While Fraustus was a Soul Crusher, the ones opposite of him looked more canine with multiple tails. Each of them different even if they were the same species. They were masks, clothes, feathers, and they were larger than Fraustus's group. "What do you want?"
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Uru's head laid ontop of Fraustus' sleeping head. The room was quiet, the soft crickets outside indicated it was night now. Aster had fallen asleep beside the larger undead beast. All was good now, it seemed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:52 pm
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