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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:35 pm
From behind the mask the figure let out a low gritty laugh. "Its beautiful isn't it? How greed, jealousy betrayal, and inevitably power compel creatures of the flesh to behave. Such are the things that really move the world." The figure glided toward the clockwork girl and brushed its hand over her head gently. "Oh to be free of such a troublesome burden." It came to rest on a glass of ale and picked it up swigging it furiously as though dying of dehydration. A splashing noise can be heard as the liquid merely fell to the floor. "Shame that..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:35 pm
"Ah yes I gave that to you after I uh....came back to my senses. I designed it to summon a a shade of myself to help you in a time of need. That of course was back when I could still use magic. For some reason after I broke free from the manor, I lost my ability to do magic anymore. I hope it still works. Memories..." Mitzka trails of for a moment as her thought turn inwards. However she quickly snaps back to the conversation. "Amazingly powerful aren't they. They can bring fear or bliss, hatred or love. They can cause someone to lose their mind yet sometimes are the only things worth living for." Mitzka glances around the room. "I am hoping that I am but a memory to most of the people. One they have forgotten. Though by there faces many of them are to young to even know." Mitzka turns back to Firu and lets out a laugh as if the though amused her. However once the laughter resided you fill an overarching sadness resonate from mitzka. "So Firu, what have you been up to. I often see you stalking about shadows and on rooftops, always watching. I myself would never notice your presence If I wasn't accustom to inhabiting such places myself."
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:34 am
"Bellamin, you realize how childish you sound right about now? Money? Easy-living? Think, friend: if that girl does indeed have a real soul, then she is alive. Never mind the clockwork, that's like selling a real child. Like slavery. Are you no better than that?" Vincent stares at Bellamin with possibly the most disapproving look ever imagined, "I know you are better, Bellamin. Work together, both of you. She can live at the orphanage, and you can take your time to study how she works...safely and ethically, of course. It's a win-win. You study how she works and where that soul came from, then discover the secret and how to duplicate it for yourself, and that means you get to market it exclusively. You could be the only thing that stands between thousands of couples that cannot bear children and the hope of a normal family. And, she gets a nice home with the good man here...hopefully he'll get a bath soon though..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:08 pm
"Yes well, this town dose not really have anything in the way of town guards who constantly patrol the streets. So I like to do my part to be there when or if I am needed to help defend those in need." Looking up as tho remembering his past adventures... "One of my main reasons for choosing the life of a knight was that the suffering of others was something I just could not tolerate, and if possible allow. Even if its as simple as a drunken bar fight if one man is outnumbered and doesn't deserve it I will step in to aid him. As for my lurking about the roof tops and other discreet locals, its mainly to get a good view of a situation so I can judge if my intervention is needed. Other than that it's great cardio."
Firu then turned his attention to the conversation between Vincent, Ballamin, and the tar covered stranger. "So do you have any thoughts on this odd situation?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 10:15 pm
Mitzka nods. "I see, that is a very noble indeed. I dare say my own motivations are not nearly as lofty. In fact I'm not sure exactly what I want to now, that I am no longer searching for the one I lost. I suppose I'll drift on as I always have. She let out another laugh." It was strange. She was being unusually friendly and talkative with this person. Perhaps it was because she was disarmed by his friendly hug, or perhaps it was because he had helped her through a dark time in her past. Whatever it was, she felt relaxed and for the first time in a while, was able to forget about the past and the ethereal aberration that she was.
"Oh them." She giggled as she looked back over at them. "They are silly are they not. About the girl though. I Don't really understand what they are talking about, a machine with its own soul, seems highly unlikely. However I can tell you this. My family dealt in a lot of clockwork creations, In my time I have never seen one of them come even close to that girl over there. She truly is something unique. But my interest in clockworks is fairly limited. What is of more interest to me is the masked man whose drink passed through him as if nothing was there." She turns back to Firu. "Now he is trouble."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:56 pm
"I agree, if his overly creepy appearance and behavior are not an act then we had better keep an eye on him. Not to over shadow the fact that the little girl has a few odd quirks about her."
"As far as magical interests go I have always been more interested in magical beasts than machinations and experiments. You know like falconry, playing with griffins, and conversing with dragons. Tho I suppose if I had more of an aptitude for such things I would tinker around and probably create something that would turn and try to kill me." His eyes seem to head off into the distance as to his imagination was getting the better of him. eek
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 1:13 pm
"Wary of me? Whats there to be afraid of?" Without warning he punched straight into a barmaid who shrieked and fell to the floor unconscious. Smiling he seemed to float to where the girl lay on the floor unconscious. "So fragile aren't they?" Slowly sinking into the girl's stomach the mask faceted itself to her face before becoming nothing but black tattoos on her in the same pattern as the mask. Sitting upright the girl ran her hand over her face and smirked in a gruesome fashion before jerkily rising to her feet. "A couple hours of rest will do her some good and its been oh so long since I had a body like this."
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:33 am
Both Bellamin and the orphanage owner look down and realize how petty their squables were. Bellamin also realized just how greedy he was...
"But she looks just like her..." The orphanage-owner mumbles.
Bellamin mumble something about how it couldn't actually be a real soul. But atleast for the price of tinkering around on her, it was sorta worth the millions of chips he would've made by parading her around mage-universities and such talk. Then finally he saw the light:
"Yeah, I guess it would be better. Mabye I'm spending to much time in the workshop. I should take a break from tinkering, mabye strengthen that seal and go traveling for a few months..."
The little girl jumped up upon a seat next to Bellamin and smiled at him. "So your not going to sell me?" She looked rather regretfull but...
"Here, you can have it back." The girl gives Bellamin a note-book and looks rather sorry.
Bellamin, already forgotten his initial anger with her long ago, looks at the note-book in cunfusion.
"Hey... Where's my bookmark! The one with the scribbles on the back?!"
The little girl looks all confused. "That? Was it important? I think I dropped it into the water down at the docks a few hours ago."
Bellamin's eyes open wide open so fast they seemed to pop out of his head. "Err... I correct myself Vincent. I mean re-make the seal. And I also say this in advance: Sorry everyone. Sorry bartender. You should all probably know how much words can hurt right? Well also fine chine hurts as well. So do sharp pointy objects." He turns to the clock-work again.
"Marie! Do you know what happened to the glowing bottle of really, really, really old wine I put in a locked case in my room?"
Suddenly there was a ruckus and some screaming. A few families run into the tavern for saftey. You hear a loud, basseto yelling.
"MR. TIINY MAAAAN! VE VOULD LIKE TO 'AVE A WORD VITH YOU." Marie-Annette simple runs away in fear.
"She never liked the poor dragon. Always
Bellamin sighs and yells bravely. Although he is shaking in his boots. "Vikkayl! You take them back right now! I already know what you're doing out there! And I know what you all want. The answer is NO!"
A large ammount of fine-china clinks outside one of the windows. You hear a plate drop and smash on the floor.
"Oh now look. You hurt is feelings. Just come out. We'd just like to have a talk..." The voice had an almost demonic ring to it.
Suddenly, a wall seems to be shaking rather violently.
[[I unno. I want to give you guys something to fight right now... wink And mabye give joust an opportunity to introduce herself without being so suspicious to Miztka and Firu.]]
[[By the way. A golem dragon doesn't cut it for the dragonslayer privledges so meh.]]
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:46 am
"I'm glad you've come to your senses...now if you don't mind I recognize a voice or two out there and I have a score to settle..." Vincent strides outside, blasting the door clean off of its hinges and sending it careening toward the dragon-ish golem outside. "Ready? FIGHT!!!"
((Vincent's battle post will depend on who all exactly is here. I'm assuming Freya, Seige Knight and Vikkayl at the least.))
Character name: Vincent Valentine [41]: Tournament Master, Servant of Ra, Ancient One, Water Child
Attack: 10
Defense: - [4]
Combat Dice: -
Magic: 4
Life: 50 [10]
Equip: 12
Abilities: Fury
Items: Demonic Sword, Elite Mantle, Chain Sword, Small Red Dragon Token [Die c 1/1], Spirit Bracer (c 10/10), Steel Bracer
Spells: Fighter's Counter-spell, Magic Wings, Wings of Achilles
Actions: Disintegrate, Draw, Power Up, Pounce, Smash, Spell Breaker, Stunning Blow, Taunt
Organization: The Elites
*Edited for the now apparent threat*
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:55 pm
Remaining in his both for the moment Firu is ready to act as soon as the fight starts. "Well this promises to be interesting."
Character name: Firu [33]: Dragonsbane, Servant of Eroth, Wind Child
Attack: 4
Defense: 2
Combat Dice: 1d12 [4]
Magic: 0
Life: 30 [6]
Equip: 5
Abilities: Regeneration x5, AP Fighter Mage
Items: Long Sword, Shield
Spells: fireball, Call Spirit Animal, Over Blast
Actions: Smash, Guard, Spell Breaker, Meteor, Defensive Hold, Power Up, Call Mist, Retaliate, Chi Cannon, Pounce, Deflect, Taunt, Pounce, Draw
Organization: The Elites
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:04 pm
[[I doubt a fight will all of them ain't what you looking for...]]
The tavern door smashes ineffectivly against the literal plate armor.
"Hey, now hold on! We can work this out!" Bellamin rushes out of the door and towards the large mass of china.
A rather feminine looking mass of cogs stood beside a rather large machination with a scary-big balistia. Unlike Marie, she was covered in plain armored platings designed more to frighten the enemy.
The large mass of china bellows out: "Bellamin!"
"Okay! Okay. Just calm down. Hey, where's-"
Suddenly a white blur sends the poor spellsword into the air and into the waiting mouth of the large artificial dragon.
The fine china dragon swallows him in one gulp. A little bit of cape hangs from between his serrated teeth.
~+~
While these new creations have the bound souls of normal magical djinn, this paper replica of a rather large dog glows with a more demonic aura.
The dog stands up on two legs and takes a rather non-descript appearance. Smaller pieces of parchment flutter around him, creating hints of different clothing before condensing into a large sword-shaped object hanging from the golem's back. The smell of sulfur, ink, and grease float through the air.
"Well, now he's out of the way... What were you saying? Fight?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:54 pm
"You have...three seconds...to spit him out and go...HOME." Vincent reaches up toward his back, his sword hand dangling inches away from the hilt of the fabled and much feared demonic sword. The sword veritably glows in anticipation of being used again.
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:10 pm
[[Here. I'll give you a helping hand]]
Marie-Annette crawls out from underneath a table and heads towards the two men brave enough to stand infront of the four golem machines.
She held in her hand a particuarily fine vintage of wine. Upon closer inspection, it looks like it has been opened before and then resealed with wax upon filling with a strange viscous substance that was definatly not wine. She smiles. "Belli! I- er... Found it!"
~+~
"And ruin this chance!" The demonic paper-dog-being said. "Never! Although he was only acting on commands, Bellamin never let us out for more than a few minutes. And do you really think I'm afraid of that sw-"
"Hey... Little sister... Put the bottle down." You would see fear in his eyes if he had eyes.
Marie-Annette smiles very sinister-like.
Suddenly she hucks it at the paper golem. A good throw too! As it smashes into him and explodes. Soaking him head to toe with what appears to be a white sticky substance with the conistency of cream.
"Papier-mâché." The little girl says while intensifing her smile.
The demon recoiled in fear. "Kill 'er now! Bite her in half!" he screamed in fear. Vikkayl, never being one to actually kill anything, was conflicted; his good eye showed this. But being commanded by the one thing that truely frightens you... Compromise. The dragon rushed forwards with his head to eat the girl whole but instead got the orphanage directer.
"He's.... Sckuck... 'nnn... M'''n.... Thrrt" The dragon chokes.
~+~
Freya looks at you in amusmant as you suddenly found her to be perched on a tree. "Oh! Another time to play with the cuuute dragon! I'm in!"
Vikkayl looks at her rather dejectedly as he chokes.
~+~
Vikkayl, Fine China Dragon [46] *Lieutenant*
A: 10
D: 11
C: 10 (6d4)
M: 0
L: 50 (10)
E: 0
Abilities: Fast Actor (4), self-destruct (1)
Actions: Defensive Hold, Spell-block, Dragon's Breath
~+~
Freiya, Champion of the Gears [46] *Lieutenant*
A: 0
D: 2
C: 3d10 (11)
M: 7
L: 30 [6]
E: 0
Abillities: Tamerx3 [3], Tamer+ [1], Fast casterx2 [8], Fast actor [4], Fighter-mage [4]
Actions: Pounce, Defensive Hold
Spells: Improved Heal, Overblast
Pet:
Seige Knight, Unfinished Prototype [10]
A: 0
D: 0
C: 0
M: 0
L: 10 [2]
E: 4
Abillities: *Status Undead*, Special attack [4]: Cross-bow
Actions: Pounce, Punch
Spells: N/a
Items: *Scythe*
Draemus, Hardened by glue [35] *Downgraded*
A- 10 [0]
D- 2
C- 0
M- 2
L- 25 [5]
E- 10
Abillities- Skilled casterx2 [8], Fightermage [4], Improved Demonic Regeneration [4]
Actions- Pounce, Mana block, Call mist, Guard, Smash, Retaliate, Shadow Strike
Spells- Flame-Strike, Flame-Burst, Improved manashield,
Items: Wardog's Blade.
Wardog's Blade [10e]
+10 Attack. Heavy as hell.
Demonic Regeneration**
Demonic Pact**
~+~
Marie-Annette [34]
A- 1
D- 0
C- 0
M- 4
L- 25 [5]
E- 0
Abillities- Summoner [8], Skilled Caster [4], Fast Casterx2 [8], Speedy Caster [2], Magic Shield [2],
Items- Demonbind, Lifegem,
Actions- Pounce, Stunning Blow, Smash, Power-up
Spells- Chill, Overblast, Energy-Burst, Stun-bolt, Taser-bolt, Heal, Incinerate, Greater heal, Improved Refuge, Greater Manashield
Summon: [24]
{???}
~+~
The little girl smiled. "Don't worry misters! They won't hurt me! We're like family!" She smiled and just stood there. Apparently sure that even the demon-dog won't attack her. "Take care you two!" She giggles a cute little girl giggle.
The paper-mache golem held up the longest sword made of paper you've ever seen. Infact, now that you kind of think of it... It was probably the first paper sword you've seen. Still, it would be in the top three longest swords of any kind.
"Gotta make... This... Quick..." The glue was already hardening.
[{Survive to round 2. Thats your goal}]
[[Yeah, the little girl has as much CP as Bellamin]]
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Kowsauni rolled 18 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 2, 1, 1, 4, 3, 3, 1, 4, 2
Total: 45 (18-72)
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 11:25 pm
Username: Kowsauni
Mitzka Areathos [36]
Attack: 0
Defense: 5
Combat Dice: 0
Magic: 0
Life: 45 (9 )
Equip:6
Abilities: Transformation [9], Status Undead x2, SA [5]: Sonic Scream, Regeneration
Items: Scythe, Sorcerer's Amulet, Strength Potion, Combat Potion, Goblin Patroller Token, Spirit Bracer, Seal Charm x2, Light Armor
Spells: Disintegration
Actions: Stunning Blow, Pounce, Defensive Hold, Power Up, Taunt, Retaliate, Chi cannon, Supreme strike, Distract, Shadow Strike, Pressure Point, Spell Block, Special Block, Punch, Kick, Guard, Shield Bash, Draw
Special Location: Red Dragon Lounge, Mecha Heavy Industries
Chips: 350
Transformation: Shadow Wraith Form [36]: Attack: 8; Defense: 0; Combat: 10 [6d4]; Life: 40 [8]; Magic: 0; Equip: 0; Abilities: Fury x2
Left alone in the booth Mitzka sighs. "And I was having such a nice Conversation. Very well..." She gets up form the table and walks out to where the action is. "I suppose I'm going to have to get involved in this. Though I must say I don't see a problem with the dragon eating the strange little man. He seemed to bring it on himself. Never the less..." Dark energies begin to swirl around Mitzka. Her hair fades from blond to white as her skin becomes black and smokes with necrotic energy. Her eyes begin to glow at first and then burn with an ethereal blue flame. She seemed to be losing control as she struggled out her last few words. "I'll try to take out...leader...keep them off me." And with that she gave in to her transformation. The best she could do now was direct its destruction at desired targets.
Mitzka Transforms
Mitzka attacks Demon dog (22 damage)
Mitzka attacks Demon dog (22 damage)
Mitzka attacks Demon dog (27 damage)
HP 40/40
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TamrielicKnight rolled 3 8-sided dice:
8, 3, 3
Total: 14 (3-24)
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:19 am
Username: TamrielicKnight
Character name: Talos Kintsei [24]
Attack: 5
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 1d8 [3]
Magic: 0
Life: 30 [6]
Equip: 2
Abilities: Fury, Summoner [6]
Items: Dagger, Mist Beast Token (cc 3/3), Seal Charm
Spells: None
Actions: Defensive hold, Power up, Shield Bash, Smash, Spell Block, Stunning Blow
Summon: Shadow Panther: Attack: 4; Defense: 0; Combat Dice:1d8 [3]; Magic: 0; Life: 25 [5]; Abilities: Fury, SA [2]: Shadow Claws
Mist Beast (Smog) die c3/3
Attack: 5
Defense: 5
Combat: 4 (1d12)
Life: 5 (25)
Magic: 5
Equip: 0
Action: Smash, Power Up
Spells: Energy Burst
Talos had surveyed the scene long enough. He left his fate in the hands of a very special coin and after flipping it he knew that it was time to break some junk. A thick mist of smog and shadow filled the makeshift battlefield outside the tavern. From that mist something attacked the one made of gears. A low growl howls through the mist as a shadowy form scratches at the siege knight, and finally a figure garbed in a white and black outfit slashes into the unguarded flank of the gear creature. "Been a while, thought you could use an army, or at least a small one."
Talos Kinsei of Dusk and Dawn
Attack 1: Freiya (Team attack with mist beast)
Attack 2: Freiya
Dice: Defense (First dice)
Hp: 30/30
Ap:0
Mp:0
Shadow Panther Summon
Attack 1: Siege Knight
Attack 2: Siege Knight
Dice: Attack (Dice 2-3)
Special Attack: Shadow Claws: Siege Knight
Smog Mist Beast Token
Attack: Freiya (Team attack with Talos)
Dice: For defense (Will be in subsequent post)
Action: Smash
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