It won't leave him alone. Why. He needed to move on, not stucking here.
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Name of character: Jaxa - Red core Current HP: 6 /30 Damage: 0 Special ability: [Queen's Chosen: You can choose three times in the entire event to double your attack] Species Ability: Monster/ Sun Hunter/ War Horsemen: You start off with 2d8-8 instead of 2d6-6. Current weapon equipped: N/A Boss HP: 2 /20
He stumbled onwards through the fog. They'd never catch him, never capture him. He was smarter than them. So much ******** smarter.
When he was attacked he knew it was them come to get him, he drew his blade and struck.
HP: 37 DMG: 1 Boss HP : 19/20
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* Character name: Reap Character appearance: Yellow core, shifting grey shape with a long flowing coat like garment. Link to Heart LogJournal Current HP 40 HP (2d8 - 6) Current weapon equipped Simple Destruction
Name of character: Jaxa - Red core Current HP: 3 /30 Damage: ? Special ability: [Queen's Chosen: You can choose three times in the entire event to double your attack] Species Ability: Monster/ Sun Hunter/ War Horsemen: You start off with 2d8-8 instead of 2d6-6. Current weapon equipped: N/A Boss HP: 1 /20
He fainted as the sword swung towards him again. Opening his eyes, he found himself at the top of the Descent. Weirdly, that marks were gone, or they didn't exist from the beginning?
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Name of character: Jaxa - Red core Current HP: 0 /30 Damage: ? Special ability: [Queen's Chosen: You can choose three times in the entire event to double your attack] Species Ability: Monster/ Sun Hunter/ War Horsemen: You start off with 2d8-8 instead of 2d6-6. Current weapon equipped: N/A Boss HP: 1 /20
A lucky strike by the humanoid figure left him reeling, left him without an opening to move in with his own attack, he grit his teeth and took the brunt of the blow, determined he'd defeat this imposter.
Relentless. He refused to give up, even as his muscles sung, as the blade felt heavy in his grip. He was defiant, he dared the world to take him, to try and claim that he was wrong, that he was a failure.
HP: 28 DMG: 4 Boss HP : 10/20
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 12:16 pm
She had found her way to this path, in her short travels around the Spire, a nagging curiousity building from somewhere that she couldn't exactly pinpoint. It resonated within her, and every step made her feel a little bolder than the previous, taking in this calm area, feeling the ground crumble a little under her feet.
What Finale didn't expect was the suddenly crippling feeling, clawing away at her and leaving her almost defenseless, a memory that she may or may have not had herself ripping through her mind . . .
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5 - The Sorrowed: She cried out, the scream tearing her throat like a blade, but still she could not stop. Grief overwhelmed her like a wave, an avalanche, something so powerful that nothing could stand in its way and remain unscathed. Everything she loved was dead or dying, from people to her home to her very way of life. There was nothing left. She screamed and screamed and in that scream was a plea for death, that she not outlive the last vestiges of everything she was-
She shivered, trying to get the sound of the voice out of her mind, a threatening of what could be tears lining her eyes, but would not fall. It took her everything to stand back up again, hands lightly cupping her ears, hoping it would rid her of the painful feeling that resonated in her body.
How could one be sent to that fate?
She mulled it over as she slowly continued further, taking deep, laboured breaths, hoping this would look up.
Suddenly, a hand covers your mouth, making it hard to breathe if you're the sort who breathes. If not, it's just kind of freaky. It takes a moment to tear free and it leaves you feeling paranoid and twitchy. Roll again.
He continued his decent into the impossible fog, afraid, heart - did he have a heart? - hammering in his chest. Or at least mimicking the sensation.
As he walked he found himself interrupted by a hand over his mouth and froze in terror, trying to get himself free before he suffocated.
Something grabs you as you step from one platform to the next. You totter on the edge - and then the edge crumbles beneath you and you fall, too sharp and sudden for even wings to be of use. Who knows how far you'll go. Maybe forever? And yet... Pass!
He had been waiting the entire time to fall, banking on luck and nimbleness to keep him going, but the longer he went on, the more he tempted chance, every stumble and trip whittling away at his odds of continued fortune.
Finally he succumbed and fell, fell what felt like forever. He waited for death.
Further she went in to this crumbling land, the fog and wisps almost crying out with the same voice that she had just been accosted with. It didn't take her long, before she realized that it wasn't just the fogs and the winds, but an actual creature that had risen from the mists, taking the form of what she could assume was the memory of who had just cried out from her mind.
Seeing it slowly come closer to her, she tensed up defensively, almost expecting it to engulf her. With it's blade pointing at her, she knew she was in for a long battle. . .
Finally his fall slowed, he didn't die but in defiance persisted. The traitor's memories lingered faintly, unsettlingly. Part of him felt loyal, and yet part of him sung to that traitorous nature. None should trust, all should trust. It was a strange dichotomy of opinion.
He found himself standing upon a floor with black and white tiles, but he didn't focus on the decor for long.
Shinies were what mattered, and he gravitated to them as if on a leash.
Name of character: Jaxa - Red core 
