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SpaceDadDisapproves Captain
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 Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:10 am
Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: Anthro!Sparky Pockettu: Beomia Why do they wish to follow her?: Beomia, being one of Martyr's own children, feels a strong pull to follow and help spread her mother's influence. She does not speak much, taking after her father in that regard, but on the rare occasions that she does speak, that doesn't usually bode well for whomever she is speaking to, unless it's her mother or sister, that is. She is a fierce Pockettu who will gladly try to tear or stab any opponent apart for her mother. Anything else?: Even though she was raised by daddy, she's very much a mommy's girl.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:24 am
Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: F a l l a c y Pockettu: Cearo Why do they wish to follow her?: Cearo, much like her sister, feels like she belongs under her mother's service. She has a strong desire to see the world around her suffer and believes everyone's actions are for either own self gain. She strives to see such ambition drive the world around her into ruin. Anything else?: Nope o vo
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:27 am
Anthro!Sparky Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: Anthro!Sparky Pockettu: Beomia Why do they wish to follow her?: Beomia, being one of Martyr's own children, feels a strong pull to follow and help spread her mother's influence. She does not speak much, taking after her father in that regard, but on the rare occasions that she does speak, that doesn't usually bode well for whomever she is speaking to, unless it's her mother or sister, that is. She is a fierce Pockettu who will gladly try to tear or stab any opponent apart for her mother. Anything else?: Even though she was raised by daddy, she's very much a mommy's girl. F a l l a c y Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: F a l l a c y Pockettu: Cearo Why do they wish to follow her?: Cearo, much like her sister, feels like she belongs under her mother's service. She has a strong desire to see the world around her suffer and believes everyone's actions are for either own self gain. She strives to see such ambition drive the world around her into ruin. Anything else?: Nope o vo The Martyr practically let out a low rumble that could be akin to that of a purr. Swooping down from her perch, she circled her two daughters before bringing them in closer for a brief hug. Although brief, it held the same motherly warmth that any hug would from mother to child. "My daughters... Strive to make my proud. Bring suffering into this world under my banner... Spread our influence." She gently caressed Beomia's cheek then Cearo's. "Failure is not an option..." Her expression grew stern, all warmth leaving it before she departed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 11:06 am
Beomia gives a short nod at her mother's command, leaning into the slight hug and caress to her cheek before snapping her own wings open and flying out of the shrine to go find someone to attempt changing to their side.
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SpaceDadDisapproves Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 5:43 pm
Drake and Risk walked into Martyr's shrine, side by side. The father and son combo gave each other a glance, almost as if reassuring each other, before striding ahead. Both dropped to one knee, before Drake spoke aloud. "Martyr. We wish to speak with you, about the future." Risk kept his gaze down, but he silently wondered if they would have futures, after this. But he and his father had come to an agreement, if for different reasons, to rethink their position in Martyr's domain. Even then, they made sure to be respectful to their current goddess, in pose and voice.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 5:55 pm
Sinbari Drake and Risk walked into Martyr's shrine, side by side. The father and son combo gave each other a glance, almost as if reassuring each other, before striding ahead. Both dropped to one knee, before Drake spoke aloud. "Martyr. We wish to speak with you, about the future." Risk kept his gaze down, but he silently wondered if they would have futures, after this. But he and his father had come to an agreement, if for different reasons, to rethink their position in Martyr's domain. Even then, they made sure to be respectful to their current goddess, in pose and voice. Martyr was perched up upon a ledge, watching Drake and Risk walk into her shrine. Her upper lip curled a bit in distaste as this family had become a thorn in her side. If it were up to her, she'd strike them down where they stood without warning before they even spoke. But still she retained some form of morals and let them speak. For how long though? No promises. "Is this about your pitiful excuse of a mate?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:08 pm
F a l l a c y Sinbari Drake and Risk walked into Martyr's shrine, side by side. The father and son combo gave each other a glance, almost as if reassuring each other, before striding ahead. Both dropped to one knee, before Drake spoke aloud. "Martyr. We wish to speak with you, about the future." Risk kept his gaze down, but he silently wondered if they would have futures, after this. But he and his father had come to an agreement, if for different reasons, to rethink their position in Martyr's domain. Even then, they made sure to be respectful to their current goddess, in pose and voice. Martyr was perched up upon a ledge, watching Drake and Risk walk into her shrine. Her upper lip curled a bit in distaste as this family had become a thorn in her side. If it were up to her, she'd strike them down where they stood without warning before they even spoke. But still she retained some form of morals and let them speak. For how long though? No promises. "Is this about your pitiful excuse of a mate?" Drake kept a respectful pose, though his voice rang out clearly in her shrine. "Not...specifically. Risk and I have merely decided...that expectations upon joining you are not what we thought they would be. I joined your service to spread suffering to the world. To normals, to god followers, to the un-cursed gods. I have no problems doing this. But for the suffering and strife to spread to my family, even as unexpected as they were, this I cannot stand for. Rishi does not even know we have come. He has not swayed my views on this. But Risk and I are of agreement. Likely, Dervire will stay in your service. He adores you and would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would have as well, but...." he fades off for a moment. "I cannot focus on spreading your will of suffering to others, if you are indiscriminate about it reaching your own followers as well." Risk kept silent for now, letting his father speak first. He expected them to be struck down any moment, to become a smear on the floor of her shrine. He took strength from his father beside him and remained still, quiet and in a respectful pose the whole time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:14 pm
Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: Anthro!Sparky Pockettu: Draconis Lightbane Why do they wish to follow her?: I became the mate to one of your daughters, Cearo. It is only fitting that I join with my mates mother's army and do what I can to protect my new family. Anything else?: Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause! Username: Anthro!Sparky Pockettu: Ryubix Why do they wish to follow her?: Ryubix wishes to follow her because she is, so far, the only one who has been able to keep his urges to stab others in check. While he may not speak much, he recognizes her strength and wishes to add to it if he can. Anything else?: He's also part of her Harem hurhurhur
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SpaceDadDisapproves Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:32 pm
Sinbari F a l l a c y Sinbari Drake and Risk walked into Martyr's shrine, side by side. The father and son combo gave each other a glance, almost as if reassuring each other, before striding ahead. Both dropped to one knee, before Drake spoke aloud. "Martyr. We wish to speak with you, about the future." Risk kept his gaze down, but he silently wondered if they would have futures, after this. But he and his father had come to an agreement, if for different reasons, to rethink their position in Martyr's domain. Even then, they made sure to be respectful to their current goddess, in pose and voice. Martyr was perched up upon a ledge, watching Drake and Risk walk into her shrine. Her upper lip curled a bit in distaste as this family had become a thorn in her side. If it were up to her, she'd strike them down where they stood without warning before they even spoke. But still she retained some form of morals and let them speak. For how long though? No promises. "Is this about your pitiful excuse of a mate?" Drake kept a respectful pose, though his voice rang out clearly in her shrine. "Not...specifically. Risk and I have merely decided...that expectations upon joining you are not what we thought they would be. I joined your service to spread suffering to the world. To normals, to god followers, to the un-cursed gods. I have no problems doing this. But for the suffering and strife to spread to my family, even as unexpected as they were, this I cannot stand for. Rishi does not even know we have come. He has not swayed my views on this. But Risk and I are of agreement. Likely, Dervire will stay in your service. He adores you and would go to the ends of the earth for you. I would have as well, but...." he fades off for a moment. "I cannot focus on spreading your will of suffering to others, if you are indiscriminate about it reaching your own followers as well." Risk kept silent for now, letting his father speak first. He expected them to be struck down any moment, to become a smear on the floor of her shrine. He took strength from his father beside him and remained still, quiet and in a respectful pose the whole time. The Martyr shifted and rose to her feet, her large wings spreading out behind her. "All should suffer. Everyone. Only then can we truly sympathize." She took a step and swooped down from where she was perched, landing before them. "You act as if you are surprised by the way things are. You knew very well what you were getting into upon coming here. Why, my title should be a reminder." She stepped closer and reached out, snatching Drake's hand, lifting him into the air with relative ease. "May you die a thousand deaths never to return." Quickly the Goddess spun around and flung Drake right into Risk, causing the both of them to go flying into the nearest wall. [[I don't really want to god mod so uh I'll let you decide what happens to them, they can either run, get killed, or horribly mauled by Martyr]]
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:57 pm
Drake started to reply, when he was grabbed. Yet his face didn't even show one iota of fear even as he was lifted into the air. Risk snapped his head up as he saw his father snatched into the air, but he didn't move. Drake felt himself flung like a rag doll, crashing into Risk and leaving them both stunned against the wall. And yet he slowly moved to get to his feet. Risk was slower in stirring, having taken more of the brunt of that. Drake gave Martyr a smirk. "I don't believe you would aim such suffering on your own family," he comments calmly. "If I am wrong...well, then we deserve whatever punishment you want to give us. But we are not going to run from you like cowards. We will earn the right to leave your service, even if it leaves us beaten and broken." By this point, Risk had managed to clear enough of the stars from his vision to stand up shakily, but he stood by his father and nodded his head. He hadn't even been able to speak his opinions like Drake had, but it didn't matter. He was not the bravest person in the world, not by a long shot, but he was going to stand by him since they were in this together. ((She is welcome to maul them just short of killing them if she wants; they are not gonna run XD))
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 12:08 pm
Sinbari Drake started to reply, when he was grabbed. Yet his face didn't even show one iota of fear even as he was lifted into the air. Risk snapped his head up as he saw his father snatched into the air, but he didn't move. Drake felt himself flung like a rag doll, crashing into Risk and leaving them both stunned against the wall. And yet he slowly moved to get to his feet. Risk was slower in stirring, having taken more of the brunt of that. Drake gave Martyr a smirk. "I don't believe you would aim such suffering on your own family," he comments calmly. "If I am wrong...well, then we deserve whatever punishment you want to give us. But we are not going to run from you like cowards. We will earn the right to leave your service, even if it leaves us beaten and broken." By this point, Risk had managed to clear enough of the stars from his vision to stand up shakily, but he stood by his father and nodded his head. He hadn't even been able to speak his opinions like Drake had, but it didn't matter. He was not the bravest person in the world, not by a long shot, but he was going to stand by him since they were in this together. ((She is welcome to maul them just short of killing them if she wants; they are not gonna run XD)) The Martyr stifled laughter. They thought she would not harm her own family? Oh, how hypocritical that would be of her. If her children gave her a reason to make them suffer then perhaps they would suffer the most. Still she need not speak nor prove herself to these underlings... or rather soon to be ex-underlings. Spreading out her wings the Goddess began to stalk towards them. Her eyes glowed and the gems burned brightly. "For choosing to leave my service... I forever banish you from this realm of mine. May no Cursed gaze upon you with approval from my ranks. You are forever an enemy towards my cause and may your suffering endure the longest." She sprinted towards, grabbing each of their faces with a clawed hand. Swooping into the air she took to the cavern's ceiling and dangled them to what normally would have been their end. But she was feeling a tinge, a small minute tinge, of humility. The Martyr lifted the arm that held Drake. "Your health shall forever suffer. Your strength shall leave you. And... if by chance you find a way to produce more kin then they shall be highly deformed and disfigured..." She laughed a bit and tossed him to the ground violently. "And as for you, Risk.." She turned her attention to the poor boy in her other hand. "You shall forever be fragile. Unable to bear any but one child... This is my gift to you." J like his father Risk was violently cast aside to the ground. Your Pockettu Drake has been cursed by the Martyr: Instead of normally having 20 HP in a battle, Drake shall always have ten less. So his starting HP will always be 10. [If he changes to a general or any other type of Pockettu that has a different HP, the minus ten status remains.] Drake's strength has been reduced by two. Instead of rolling one 4-sided dice you now must generate a random number between 1 and 2 if he attacks. If Drake breeds again in the future any of his children will be highly deformed and disfigured. Meaning that they will have missing limbs, eyes, upon other deformities. These deformities would hinder the daily lives of the Pockettu in question.Your Pockettu Risk has been cursed by the Martyr: Instead of normally having 20 HP in a battle, Risk will always have five less. So his starting HP will always be 15. [If he changes to a general or any other type of Pockettu that has a different HP, the minus five status remains.] If Risk ever breeds he will only be able to have one offspring with his chosen breeding partner. This applies for all breedings, even if a God's blessing is involved.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:10 pm
Since the first crash against the wall, Drake's eyes had been glowing, though they faded as she stalked at them and there was a momentary reprieve. Risk watched her nervously, listening to her. What would she do to them? When she rushed in to grab them, claws digging in, Drake's eyes glowed again but he still showed no fear. Risk wasn't quite as able, as he whimpered in pain, his eyes shutting tight. He was gonna die, wasn't he? Then she spoke again, to his father, and he listened to the curses she laid down upon him. She was going to spare them their lives, then? His eyes opened again and he looked at his father in horror at his punishments. Still, somehow, Drake's face betrayed no such emotions as he took it all in stride, eyes glowing fiercely, before being thrown to the ground far below. Risk found himself brought back to reality when the Martyr started talking to him. He almost wanted to laugh deliriously at the fragile comment, as he had never felt himself to be very strong, anyway, though at the mention of a weakness at bearing children, his face showed a small note of sadness. Not that he had plans for such any time soon. Still.... he somehow, got off far easier than his father did, despite this being Risk's fault they were here. He had no further chance to think about things though, before also being cast to the ground. (.........I am not entirely sure if they're knocked the heck out or just close to it, but would you rather they drag their sorry asses out of there, or pass out and she can send them away? XD)
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:22 pm
Sinbari Since the first crash against the wall, Drake's eyes had been glowing, though they faded as she stalked at them and there was a momentary reprieve. Risk watched her nervously, listening to her. What would she do to them? When she rushed in to grab them, claws digging in, Drake's eyes glowed again but he still showed no fear. Risk wasn't quite as able, as he whimpered in pain, his eyes shutting tight. He was gonna die, wasn't he? Then she spoke again, to his father, and he listened to the curses she laid down upon him. She was going to spare them their lives, then? His eyes opened again and he looked at his father in horror at his punishments. Still, somehow, Drake's face betrayed no such emotions as he took it all in stride, eyes glowing fiercely, before being thrown to the ground far below. Risk found himself brought back to reality when the Martyr started talking to him. He almost wanted to laugh deliriously at the fragile comment, as he had never felt himself to be very strong, anyway, though at the mention of a weakness at bearing children, his face showed a small note of sadness. Not that he had plans for such any time soon. Still.... he somehow, got off far easier than his father did, despite this being Risk's fault they were here. He had no further chance to think about things though, before also being cast to the ground. (.........I am not entirely sure if they're knocked the heck out or just close to it, but would you rather they drag their sorry asses out of there, or pass out and she can send them away? XD) The Martyr landed forcefully on them allowing her talons to dig into their flesh. A grin flashed across her face and she snarled a bit. "Be gone and never return otherwise you face your fate." Death. That is the fate she spoke. They were warned vaguely but she knew the word need not be spoken. She spread her wings out and flapped them to lift herself off the Pockettu. Her talons scraped against their flesh leaving deep gashes before she coiled her tail around their bodies. "May you rot in the graves you made." They were flung from her cavern.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:11 pm
Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: Anne MarieWhy do they wish to follow her?: My father does not accept me, I wish to follow the goddess my mother does. Anything else?: Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: VeraWhy do they wish to follow her?: I am a fierce warrior like my mothers and want to follow someone that is even fiercer Anything else?: Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: TiamatWhy do they wish to follow her?: I will help you wipe away any foes that cross your path. Anything else?:
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 6:07 pm
[X]Natty-Chan[X] Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: Anne MarieWhy do they wish to follow her?: My father does not accept me, I wish to follow the goddess my mother does. Anything else?: Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: VeraWhy do they wish to follow her?: I am a fierce warrior like my mothers and want to follow someone that is even fiercer Anything else?: Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!Username: [X]Natty-Chan[X] Pockettu: TiamatWhy do they wish to follow her?: I will help you wipe away any foes that cross your path. Anything else?: The Martyr watched as the three females entered her lair. She listened to their words before giving a firm nod. "Make them all suffer... and show them their grave misfortune." She grinned slightly.
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