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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

The battle was truly a thing of beauty. People always theorized what the world would be like if we were no longer the dominant species. It seems that this may be on the verge of becoming the case. Through sheer willpower, unique skills, and a hint of luck, we succeeded in the prevention of our demise. I for the first time in a long time questioned if I would die. I pondered as of to whether or not my body would fail me. Thoughts of rust are the first steps to eroding away into the abyss known as death. That being said, until I break, I shall ensure that I do not fall.

However I wouldn’t mind a brief break in the walking as we start our hike the intimidating forest. The woods feel so alive without a single species of fauna within our vision. The buzzing irradiating from the deep however are enough to ensure myself that we are not alone. The rich man, the one who nearly died, is insistent that should be alright. I do not know if he is underestimating whatever may lie ahead or if he was overestimating his own capabilities. It was after a few more minutes that the fellow who I shared a room with, Lanceheart was his name, opens his mouth, objecting to our manner of business.

His plan is no doubt a death sentence, more-so than our current one. I decide to be the first to publicly object to his suggestion. “Mr Lanceheart, you no doubt are equally foolish, if not more so than the fellow leading our pack. I am resting upon the impression that you have never been to far from home, and that your home lacks many tall trees. Say we travel off of this narrow pathway, and into the brush as you suggest, I can assure thou, that traversing such a manner would be ever so much more perilous to the party. We would lack visibility due to the shade of the trees, said shade would make the ground more obscured, we would leave ourselves with even less room to evade and fight if the need were to arise, and we may exhaust ourselves from clearing the brush. I say we stick upon this path like water in a pipe.”

I feel bad for the man, but I fear we may not have time to openly discuss the manner if he objects with my reasoning. The hand on my mace, and stare upon my face hopefully sends him the message that this is not a debate.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I am awoken by the frantic yelling of my roommate. He was quiet throughout the night, so if he is yelling, it must be for a reason. I rise to my feet, not as quickly as I used to be able to. In fact, Xlos already left the room. Glancing out the fogged window, I see a moving tapestry of horror. There appears to be an attack of an unknown force. Insects, much like the ones we are accustomed to, except they are exceedingly larger than what we are used to. I suppose I ought to get ready.

I stroll over towards the foot of my bed, and grab my armor. Taking my time, not to cause harm to the old pieces, both armor and myself, I get dressed, preparing for a fight for my life, not ready to succumb to the sweet grasp of death just yet. I still have a life to live and a duty to serve. I place my greatshield upon my back, but I cannot seem to find my mace. Bending, I check underneath the small bed. Nothing. Standing back up, I look towards the window again. I brace myself.

I pull the shield off of my back as a gigantic beetle crashes through the wall. I rush towards the enraged insect, and we both collide with a collision possessing insane force. The beetle, recovering, charges a second time. The mighty creature pushes me back towards open door from which Xlos left. I raise my shield at a higher angle and begin inching towards the beetle, pushing it backwards through better leverage. After a few minutes of struggling, we both begin to ware down in fatigue, but I am now under the beasts head, crouched by its legs, perhaps the safest place to be. Looking around, I spot my mace, just out of arms reach. At some point during the fight, it must of been pushed out towards the center of the room. I must act now.

Without hesitation, I plant my shield under the monster’s head, towards what I could only describe as a neck. Rolling out from under the beetle, I grab it by the horned mandibles, and slam its head down into the shield. Whilst the beast is disoriented, I reach for my mace, and raise it above the monstrous head. Like a hammer to an anvil, I begin repeatedly striking the beetle’s head, smashing it into the greatshield below it. A series of powerful, purposeful strikes occur in a rhythmic furry before I can feel the mace hit the shield directly. Covered in the insect’s guts, I can safely state that this particular beetle is no longer a problem. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I rush out into the fray with the others.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

I can honestly post every day of the week.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

Markus acknowledges my statements, perhaps not exactly as intended, but he seemed to understand enough. Afterwards, a few more people chime in, but with no ground-breaking news. It really appears that we are certainly all clueless in regards to the situation. Perhaps even Markus himself. To be fair, I do not think PCs are trained for moments such as these, so I will cut the man a break.

Speaking of being cut a break, another man enters the room. An older man who so happens to the own the inn. Whether it be from the heart, for from prior obligations, he allows us all to stay a night here for free. This is certainly a gesture not to ignore in today’s world. Yet a man openly disrespects it, flaunting his wealth. Almost as soon as he does, he is met openly with resistance from the group, spearheaded not by Ms Westfield’s statements, but rather Lorcrux’s actions. They say ink strikes deeper than blade, but I feel this transgression may speak otherwise. I may disagree with Mr Makineite’s methods, but I can understand what prompted them. This man seems to be a pompous, rich, piece of scum that makes life hell for those around him. That being said, his financial assets turns him into somebody who could throw this old dog a bone.

Quickly I rise to my feet and approach Mr. Makineite. I do not lay a hand on the man for not only do I respect him as a person, I respect him as a fighter. “You are given the freedom to place judgement on people, but not the freedom to act upon said judgement. I am going to request that you learn not to make rash decisions to place your hand upon others when unwelcome. I understand how you were raised, and I hope you understand that things are different on the outside. I might not like the world as it is, but now is not the time to try and change it.”

Now turning my back towards the former pit-fighter, I look towards Mr Lanceheart, shooting him a glance through the mostly destroyed mask, letting him know that I will room with him.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I stand up as I go to talk. It might seem odd in this setting, but I was taught that if you want to be heard, you must make yourself seen. First I place a hand up, towards Ms Westfield, signaling for her to cease her dialogue. “Ma’am, I am apologetic, but I will, I must interject. You speak hard questions from which I forsee long answers. Answers that Sir Greenswald can not procure for us. At least not here, at least not now.”

Now turning my focus back towards Markus, briefly glancing towards his leg. “As thou already know, I was traveling out in the open, within view of the sea to the southeast. Very little events, or land forms obscured my vision. So hear my testimony; I saw these beams of energy. Arcing from what I presume to have been the castle, where the transgression occurred. Over my head, I saw one sail towards the sea. As I turned back, I saw even more. I can not be certain on how many, but I can fathom an idea as of to where these beams landed. They spread apart like the etches of sundial. This is what I saw.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I stand in silence, not in a particular hurry to sit at the table. Eventually, I maneuver myself over towards the designated table. Quickly, I find myself a seat. I cannot help but notice the myriad of people here seems like it may be a bit of a clash. The silence is somewhat nice. It gives us a chance to get acquainted with others, without poor first impressions.

All good things must come to an end. Some fellow by the name of Andre seems to lack any sense of social awareness. I observe as he swings his body without direction ,and speaks words that hold no meeting. I don’t understand why he is here to tell the truth. He seems weak, both mentally and physically. I divert my gaze away from the man and notice an interesting looking, dark skinned man. I remember him somewhat well. A pit fighter by the name of Lorcrux.

Interesting story how I know him. Interesting enough I suppose. I slowly approach the man. Reaching into a bag, I pull out a list of names with crude drawings tagged with most of the names. I hand it over to Lorcrux. “Hello Makineite. It is nice to see you on the outside in one piece. I never really knew you, but I knew of you. I was once given a job to try and maim, possibly kill you. I considered it, the man payed well. Apparently he had a large bet riding on you losing the fight, and I was broke. Luckily for both of us, I clearly never sought to do so, and considering you seem to be out of the pit, rest assured the offer hath expired. Joy to the fucked up world we live in. My name is Wilhelm Bauer. Thought you might like to cut out your name and description and keep it. In a way it is yours.”

I begin to head back to the table. I am normally a fairly quiet man, but I felt obligated to let this man know what I said.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

After the man reveals that he already knew me, I find myself insulted. He requests my name when he already knew it. Its as if he is trying to play some sort of mind games with me. Simply stated, I don’t play no games. I could be reading that wrong, and it isn’t anything to get to upset about, but the rest of his words are.

I stare coldly towards Markus, giving a frigid glare. Looking down upon him, my worn face barely covered by a near useless mask looks down upon the man.

“Life of meaningless.”

If Mr Greensward has not yet picked up on my ire, my next actions should ensure that he does. I quickly draw my mace and fully extend it out towards the sky. I then swing it down with nearly all of my force, twisting my hips and back, pivoting my leg for maximum force. However, I do not swing to crash upon his skull, but instead I release my grasp of the mace, launching it towards his lower legs. To be quite frank, I care not if the attack lands, but only if the message is received.

I do not look to see if the mace landed on the target. Instead I stand at full height, with my head angled slightly upwards to direct a feeling of superiority over Markus. I refuse to look down and make eye contact with the man as I forcefully bellow out, "Thou est absolutely correct. I do speak English. I am Wilhelm Bauer. Thou is also absolute scum. Life, meaningless? "

Now, to the point of yelling, “I hath liven a life of PURPOSE. Everything I hath done, all of my accomplishments hath been to further the great word. EVERY DAMN PIECE I EARN, hath been to construct my church. Thou wish to insult my life? Thou must wish to die.”

Afterwards, noticeably calmer but still refusing eye contact, “I will come with you. It is what the Lord would want. I can feel it. I do not know if I struck you, if I did, I can carry you. If not, let us walk.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

Lightly resting for the night along a fallen tree branch, about 100 paces from the trail, I am stirred to a rise by a curious looking fellow, knocking upon the old, decrepit branch, on which I lay my worn back. As my eyes open, I am greeted by a meek salutation. Fitting for the man before me. Based off of his attire it becomes evident that he is either a Peace Corporal, or someone who has killed a Peace Corporal. I assume the former, but I do not believe it concerns me. Maybe I feel this way out of indifference, or maybe the sleep deprivation over the years has numbed my ability to care about non-immediate threats to me or my people. This quaint man requests to know my name. I suppose this may concern me. Whatever it is, I don’t wish to deal with whatever situation is at hand. I wish only for a good night’s rest and a fruitful journey.

I avert my eyes up towards the man, with a bewildering gaze, I utter, “Ne parle pas.”

Hopefully the curtness of my statement, reinforced by the implication that I do not speak, nor understand the common language of this land be enough to dissuade him from whatever he hoped to achieve by talking to me. If it wasn’t for the badge, we may be in a friendly conversation right now, but I suppose authority and I have never really seen eye to eye.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Wilhelm Bauer

I rest upon a small, albeit steep hilltop. It isn’t the tallest hill in the land, but its certainly nice. It has clean, green grass, it catches a nice sea breeze, and best of all you can see the ocean, observing the sun as it passes. (Would the Ocean be west or east?) I stare out into the beautiful abyss, and it is here that I decide this will be the place. This is where I’ll build it. Not now, but one day I’ll have the money, and then I can see my dream to fruition. Until then, I must weather the storm.

Slowly, I rise from my perch upon the soft grass. I begin strolling away, towards the capitol. Although easy, easy but morally questionable jobs are more often found along the perimeter of the nation, I find the jobs I can find in the center are more prosperous. With money on my mind, I set forth towards my destination. It is about midway through my journey I see the red lights.

I quicken my pace.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

I want group, I want prologue.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

Group, Prologue, Eh

Alright, so no more small shield, only mace as a primary, and greatshield as a secondary, if I am correct.
If so
Ready

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

I respect what you said, but allow me to rebut. In my primary slot I have a medium small, buckler-like shield, used primarily for deflecting thrusts or to parry an ill placed slash. Despite this, you gave my character the class of Tank. So, in order to reinforce your class decision, I thought what better secondary than a greatshield of behemoth proportions. It would be slung over my back, but in a pinch, it could be wielded with two hands in order to serve as a defensive weapon.

Let’s say I am trapped upon a snowcovered hilltop with, I don’t know, let us say Andre. Suppose he is severely wounded. I could then plant my greatshield in front of him, protecting him from projectiles. That being said, we are overwhelmed, and he can’t make it down the hill in his condition. EXCEPT he decides to be badass and go down the hill using my shield as a sled, so we both manage to retreat.

Dangerous ranged foe? I can use my greatshield to rush and safely close the distance, and then with my forward momentum, large size, and massive shield, I could crash into the enemy harming them.

I hope you reconsider and allow the greatshield to be my secondary.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

I did it. My added the shield to my primary, and changed my secondary to another shield.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Sign-ups and OOC discussion (Will continue at Winter break)

Name: Wilhelm Bauer
Age: 40

Gender: Male

Appearance: Physically impressive stature. He stands around six feet and nine inches, and weighs upwards of 270 pounds. Nearly his entire body is covered in scars, including one across where is left eye once was. He has long, unruly salt and pepper hair down to his shoulders, and a matching beard, albeit not very long.

Equipment: His chest his covered in old, somewhat rusted chainmail that is certainly not as effective as it was when it was in pristine condition. Upon his his shoulders rest old leather pauldrons with a tattered, dingy, cloth cape, stained brownish from dirt and blood. On this once rested his family crest. His arms are covered by baggy sleeves, the same material and condition as the cape. Over these sleeves he wears thick leather gauntlets, although not a matching set, one are brown and the other dyed gray. His legs are embraced by thick leather leggings, and his boots are rather simple foot attire, made from hides and furs.

Weapon:
Primary- A mace, made from steel. Designed to injure or kill people through heavy armor, but could still prove equally fatal to the lightly dressed. A weapon that needs not to worry about a dull blade.
A medium sized shield, metal, with rounded, sloping edges. This shield is designed to be large enough to cover vitals or take a moderate hit, but built with parrying of small slashes in mind. The sloped edges assist in the defense against thrusting attacks.

Secondary- A Massive Greatshield. Forged from the mightiest of steel known to Wilhelm. It is capable of withstanding many of blows, and has saved Wilhelm many of times.

Mask: It was once a large bronze mask depicting a religious symbol. That being said, the color has almost all but faded away to an ugly graying color. The once simple design is all but gone, and the mask has broken in multiple places. The only thing it covers is his right eye, narrowing to sliver before bracing around his bottom nose, and widening over his mouth and chin. A small strip exists under his left eye, leading to his nose. The forehead has many small holes, with sharp rusted openings that often cut Wilhelm’s face.

Bio: Wilhelm, was born to a small family. He lived his first few years as a simple farmhand before he killed his parents. He did so to save the world from enduring the constant sinning of his parents. Following in this mold, Wilhelm spent that next few decades traveling the land, an arm for hire, willing to kill all who defied faith. After a while though, he found himself with a lack of jobs, and food. He often prayed for a contact, willing to hire him. Eventually after no success, he boldly claimed that the gods are dead, and he proceeded the rest of his years willing to fight anywhere for any reason as long as he got paid.

Class: Tank
CONFIRMED

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Zombie Apocalypse RP Chapter 4: Blood and Steel (Sign Ups)

Name: Kendall Rose

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Starting Equipment: A Large revolver, a tanto, and his physical enhancements

Appearance: He is 6’6 and has shoulder length blonde hair, kept out of his face. He has an artificial eye that can spot humans, zombies, and serve as laser guidance. However, since he left the group he has received more cybernetic enhancements. He now has artificial legs, and an artificial left arm crafted by the same people who created his eye. These limbs grant him enhanced strength, speed, coordination, and stamina, however they must be maintained in good condition, and they are clearly mechanical. He wears a pair of black boots, grey pants, a black trenchcoat, and a long sleeve white shirt.

Brief Bio: He was originally an easy-going artist living in Sidney, Australia, but it all changed when the outbreak began. He, along with many other civilians were ushered onto a large boat in order to avoid the infestation. It was here that there was eventual mutiny, resulting in a new regime that threw him overboard. From there he managed to meet up with the main party in Puerto Rico. He was shunned from the party, and even tortured by Carlos. It was in this encounter he lost his left eye. However, this was repaired in Japan. It was there in Japan that he left the group to take care of an old man, who’s only pride was his sword fighting technique. That being said, as he got older, he needed somebody to care for him. It was through him Kendall not only matured, but learned the art of swordsmanship. They forged a healthy relationship, as mentor and student. That is until an unforeseen attack led to his master’s death, and Kendall’s wounding. Quickly, he ran to reach Truesight before the infection could spread too far. The last thing he remembered before passing out was reaching their front door. He awoke many of days later, ready to return back to the party, to assist them in their struggle.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I watch from afar as the leader of this monstrous congregation scans the crowd. This crowd appears to also house a squad of Paladins. It would be quite the shame if they were to try and apprehend me for saving the holiday. However, I think it is clearly evident that the leader of this disruption must be dealt with. Hidden away in the shadows of a nearby alley, I prepare for the second scene of this grand act that plays before us, in the play of life.

Let us see how they respond to the lovable face of a small child. I control the second child, and I have him run towards the leader, making his appearance that of a distressed kid. Forcing what is left of his internals to create a sound, I have him frantically ask the man what has happened. However, before his sentence is concluded, he trips and skids to the blood stained ground. What comes next is the natural response, a flurry of tears and sobbing. What comes next, is a little less natural. The shell of what was once a young, happy boy explodes much like his friend earlier. However, unlike before, these tendrils of wood and leaf travel up and away, towards Ecovacotius , in an attempt to impale him like the protestors before.
[Sorry about the late reply, I have been busy with lax.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I walk along crowded streets, observing the festivities around me. Oh how I remember how I used to enjoy such events, but that was a long time ago. Those thoughts were from a simpler me. A Vincent that wasn’t fully aware of the big picture. I may have changed, but I can at least recognize and respect the festivities. It is the respect that compels me to ensure that things stay at a high octane level of jubilee ,and joy. Sadly, there are a group of people who are trying to ruin the glorious holiday. How dare somebody disrespect Imperis with such bold actions. I do not care who or what this Yuvil is, but is no excuse for the murder of festivity. This is why I walk along the crowded streets, observing all that is around me. Oh no, for I do not wander aimlessly! I shall be the protector of the holiday! Long live love, my friends.

Sure enough, in the faint distance, as I rest next to a small restaurant, I can hear the protests of those who are standing within Yuvil Square. Filthy bastards, using this fine day to broadcast their hate. How could somebody be so cruel to take this holiday for their own message? I guess they are not aware of their altitude, for they are certainly flying too close to the sun. I shall show them the error of their ways. Oh yes, they will never make such a foolish mistake again. Certainly not on my watch at least. Now how should I go about reminding them that this day is a day for celebration as a nation, and not the creation of instigation? Two wrongs make a right, however.

Now standing along the outskirts of Yuvil Square, I order one of my young slaves, the redheaded boy who I overtook against his will. Quickly, and without thought, the controlled being scurries towards the center of the protest. He then allows an upside down smile to form on his face, before exploding outwards in the form of about 30 sharp, tree-esque tendrils that rapidly pierce through unfortunate members of the protest. I wonder what I could have done if I sent the blonde one with him. Oh, how I wish I could have, but I need to keep an ace up my sleeve in case things go wrong.

Now all I can do is act shocked as I marvel at my art. Amongst the center of the protest, a crimson form of knots stands solemnly still, while blood-stained branches shoot out in all directions. A quick head count, and I find 23 bodies impaled upon it’s sharp limbs. In hindsight, head count probably wasn’t the best terminology, considering one of the 22 is missing her head. What a shame too, it was a nice young face. Sadly, it was born onto an incarnate of evil. Only pure, unadulterated demons would want to ruin this holiday with protest. Thankfully, I am here to save Imperis.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

What a shame, the red sun has begun to set, and I am standing here, upon these cold streets just waiting for it to pass. I have nowhere to go, and nobody to be. Needless to say, I am not very tired. Normally I would pay some of my old friends a visit, but I think I may have killed them. Well, not exactly killed, since they live on as a part of this world. Besides, I am sure they are understanding that it was them or me. I know I certainly like me, and since they were my friend, I am sure all of them would agree. That’s it Vincent, let us make a friend.

Now, I gracefully stroll into a small, deserted park, with the exception of two small kids, approximately nine years old. I watch from afar as they play along the maze of moneky-bars, slides ,and other things that interest the Imperis youth. What poor parenting, to leave them alone at this time. Oh, well, at least I know I will certainly have no qualms nor confrontation about what shall happen in the near future. After all, there is no problem with making a new friend.

Out of sight of the two other patrons of the park, I begin to dig two small holes into the earth with a shovel that I procured from the branches of a nearby tree. After I have completed the earthen pots, I allow my armor of foliage to recede, revealing my old, wrinkled skin on my right hand. Taking my whip, hardened ,and sharp, I make a small incision into my finger, and allow for a few drops of blood to fall into each hole. As I await for my armor to grow back over my hand, my eyes observe the blood droplets, as they solidify into a small blue seed in each pit. Delighted with the future crops, I recover the hole. Now it is time to meet my new friends.

Using my mind, I morph the area around me to make me appear to be a small child, of around the age of ten. It is highly improbable that these kids will have a more developed mind than me. I, satisfied with my handiwork, I run towards the children, appearing to be one myself. The first one to notice me seems startled at first, but the second asks me if I want to play with them, I respond with an innocent yes. However, I then go on the inform them that I want to show them something first. The two children, eager to see what I want to show them, follow me back to where I have planted the seeds. Within a minute, I have them in position.

As the two kids, one of them having blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, contrasting with his redheaded friend who has green eyes and a healthy, olive complexion, stand above the seeds, I raise my hands into the sky. They stand perplexed, before their faces are rapidly morphed into expressions of pain and horror as vines emerge from the ground and pierce through their bodies, swirling, and winding around each other, piercing through their skin like a grandmother knitting a quilt. Soon, their entire bodies are covered with mangled and knotted vines, with the exception of their heads. Sadly for them, this situation changes quickly as a hard, bark laden trunk blasts out of their neck, exploding their heads onto the bloodstained grass around them. This bark slowly forms a twisted face, where their previous one used to smile. This new cranium spouts branches from the back, forming hair, created of leaves to replace their old locks. The final step of the morph occurs as bright blue eyes appear on their bark faces.

Smiling with glee, I say aloud, “I can tell we are going to be friends.”

Looking down at myself, I decide that I enjoy looking like a small child. I feel more youthful than ever before. I guess I shall add this into my regular repertoire of appearance. However, I think in order to keep it fresh, I need not abuse it. Quickly, I morph my appearance back into that of a man in his late twenties. I should also probably alter the appearance of my friends. Quickly, I return their appearance to that of what it once was, at least so it appears to onlookers. Satisfied, I leave the park, and command my ‘friends’ to follow from a slight distance.

[These kids are now an extension of Vincent. The seed sprouted underneath them, and overtook their bodies and infested their brains. Using his psychic proficiency, Vincent can remotely control them, and see from their perspective. However, controlling them, and keeping their appearance that of a child will drain Vincent of energy faster than before, so it has it’s pros and cons.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell Sign-up and Discussion Thread

Just wondering, who all is in a faction? What faction? Standing in said faction?

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Darkspell (Game Thread)

Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

It is a shame I didn’t have the opportunity to harvest that woman’s succulent fruit. I would hate to have to go to sleep and become excluded from this world. Although I enjoy to take things as a reasonable pace, I do need something to hold over my tiredness. I have developed a case of exhaustion, and the only cure is the food procured from the souls of my fellow man. I guess one could say I am on the prowl, searching for a proper canvas.

As I search across the vast city, I decide to enter a nearby alleyway. I rest myself up against the wall, becoming exhausted from my extended time outside. I am not sure how much longer I can keep this appearance before I need to sleep. One thing is for certain, I will not risk even the slightest nap. I would rather my brain implode with exertion. That might be an exaggeration, but at this age, any nap can be your last. Then like a blessing from the divine, a young woman turns down the alleyway sprinting, with what appears to be stolen groceries cradled in the same arms that held a small child. Snidely I say aloud, “I would be doing Imperis a disservice if I were to allow a criminal to escape.”

Reaching to my side, I grab my whip of nine vines. Quickly swinging the whip, I watch as the vines extend, growing in length until they reach the other side of the alleyway, forming a wall. Moments before the woman makes contact with them, they harden to be as strong as the trunk of a great tree. Upon impact with the barricade, the woman drops both groceries, and child. Quickly, she scampers to her feet, but it is too late. I have closed the ground between her and I, and shoved her back to the ground, where low life thieves belong. As I stare down upon my canvas, I develop an idea for a great piece of art.

I reach down towards the woman, but instead of delivering a soft touch, I deliver a hard bunch to her neck, leaving her writhing on the ground for pain. She should be fine enough in a few minutes. Calmly, I avert my gaze to the now crying child. Less than a year old, and her life is already doomed. Its a shame we live in a world with such terrible parents. Carefully, I lift the child into my arms, and rock it back in forth in an attempt to calm it down. Barely audible over the wailing child, I can here the woman spout something about putting the child down. How foolish of her to not know her place. I deliver a swift kick to her gut, that sends her sprawling. “Now where was I?”

In order to calm the child down, or at least lighten the mood, I use my psychic abilities to manipulate how my face appears to him. After a few foolish disguises, he begins oo’ing and aw’ing in an innocent interest. What a shame that playtime is over. As Vincent does the unfathomable to an innocent infant, before it’s suffering mother, their harmonizing cries are reduced to pathetic sobbing by the time the deed was done.

I now look down upon both mother and child, somewhat sorry for my actions. They have to understand that in the end it is ultimately a gift. Making sure to avoid any cheap attacks, I help the mother to her feet, and begin to stroll away. I can hear as she picks up her child and one could almost picture the dry tears on both of their cheeks as they believe the nightmare is over. In one sense they, are right. I spin around facing them once again, and I can nearly see the horror in her eyes as I exclaim, “and for my final act!”

As she stands there, expecting the worst of attacks to come from me, she is completely blindsided by the crimson-dyed tree that erupts from her child’s stomach and pierces through her own shoulder. She stands, looking down in horror as the majestic plant is expanding from her own child’s stomach, and though her arm. Incapable of words, or basic though, she falls into a state of unconsciousness as her final moments with her child are a silent bonding experience between them,who have now become inseparable. It is truly a beauty to be marveled. I stroll closer to my creation, watching as it grows, upwards. Since I will have time to eat this fruit, to replenish my energy, I can be a little extravagant with this tree. Expelling most of my magical energy, I force the tree to grow to a record height, within record time. In under a minute, it was a 100 meter monstrosity, that all originated from the stomach of what is now an infant corpse, and her immobile mother.

I have now walked over close enough to the masterpiece to here her mother’s breathing as blood slowly pours from her wound. Her child, now having died, clenches her mother with a cold, brutal grasp. Smiling at my work, I reach up the tree, and grab a bright, green , apple like fruit. Quickly, I consume the great meal, and revel at it’s power. With every bite, I can feel my old power surging through my body. Using this energy, I can maintain my artificial appearance, and have plenty left over. Today is a great day for Vincent. I begin laughing with mirth as I grab my whip, and exit the alleyway. I can’t help but smile as I look over my shoulder and see the towering tree, dripping with blood.

I love this world. This great world of bogus feelings and slow decay. Yet, I can stay positive that under the blanket of fear and torment that covers Imperis lies a world of laughter and joy. It is a great world to live in, and every day I will try to improve this place. I love this city, and its inhabitants. They can be thankful that I have no intention of ever abandoning this world and it’s people. I love this world.

 
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Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I stand within the casino, nearest to the bar. A great myriad of people are traveling from location to location as they go from drink to shining drink. There is almost a beauty to it all. However, everybody in here will have the opportunity to witness true beauty. A great tree shall be cultivated within this very building. It, and all of it’s entirety may be marveled upon by the patrons of this here casino. I am truly doing this world a favor. I guess I won’t keep these fine ladies and gentlemen waiting, but the only question remains is, which pot shall I soil?

I see, front and center at the bar is a young, bubbly blonde. She clearly loves to be the center of attention, and I can see to it that she remains that way. I observe from slightly afar as she makes conversation with a series of men and woman alike, but mostly just the men. If those fine gentlemen find her beautiful now, they will certainly be in awe by the time I am done with her. I could always use a little bit of my energy to make her become temporarily infatuated with me, but there is no fun in that game. I have certainly waited long enough for the match to start, so I approach the lady, with a drink in my hand. Let the games begin.

I strike up a simple conversation as I get to know the woman. Throughout our brief chit-chat I discover that her name is Dianna Rose, so it is only fitting for her to become one with nature. Her intelligence does seem to be meager at best. This leads me to assume that she has always relied on her good looks to get her through life. I personally, see no problem with such a way of living. A scientist makes a living with the mind that he was giving, much the same that a whore would make her living. Today it has even brought her eternal life, something scientists do not have.

As the game of socialization continues, I slowly grow somewhat tired with the words that spew from her mouth. I hate to sound immature, but she is boring me. So, I guess I will let the game come to an end, as the ace drops from my sleeve. Subtly, I manipulate her weak mind, manifesting in her person a strong desire for the man that stands before her. Sure enough, she falls victim beneath my spell. Alas, for I do not have all day to treat to her, so I must be a little less divine with her gift. I hand her my address, written onto a piece of paper. As I go to depart, I receive a silent farewell, albeit with her mouth. During this brief exchange, I use my tongue to push a seed created within my body, down her throat, and into her body.

After I am sure that the tree has been planted, I bid her a goodnight, and stroll away from the girl known as Sarah. I slowly walk through the crowds of the casino. I pass by men of all sorts, even an enforcer. I hope he doesn’t find my artwork offensive. I would absolutely hate it if someone were to tear it down. As I walk beyond the drunks, the rich, and the desperate, I open the link between the seed within Sarah, and I. With every step that I take, the seed begins to sprout. Slowly, it rips through the internals of her body.

Now as I stand, with my hand on the door, the tree has its hand on the gateway to this world. The seedling has sprouted fully, and is now pressed up against the skin of her body. Sarah, stricken with immense pain, screams out from the middle of the casino. This scream concludes her final act as the crimson tree rapidly expands, breaking through and out of her midsection. This sprays some of the nearby patrons with some of Sarah’s internal composition, as the blood soaked bark rises from her body. I begin to walk out of the door, delighted with my artwork. I leave behind a young woman, on her knees as a 4 foot sapling grows out of her body. Its a shame that the crop will most likely not exist long enough to cultivate any fruit, let alone reach it’s full size.

 
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Vincent Valdeya-Lawrence

I stand before a tall, brightly lit casino. This casino is known for a little more than being a gambling hotspot, but it is also a bit of a social melting pot for both the high-class, and for the financially desperate. Not many places transmit such a beautiful harmony of hope, anger, and sadness. Not to mention the bar is known for it’s beautiful harmony of alcoholic beverages. After all, it only takes one slip of the lip for the tree to be planted. Only problem is that such a hotspot my house some high powered mages. I have had over 70 years to perfect my psychic image, but it only takes one prodigy to see through my façade. That would be quite the shame, now wouldn’t it?

I enter the room and I am delighted with a blast of cold air ,and an aroma of cherry blossom and intoxication. I look around as I see a variety of different people, all undergoing different activities. Most of them can be pegged as a person, simply by their game of choice. You can see the mindless drone over the slot machines, waiting to hit it big. Then you have the middle-class so-called genius thinking he can win it all at the blackjack table. Then, over in the distance you have the poker tables. A risky gambit for the poor, and a sport for the rich. However, what captivated my attention was the bar. This is where the charismatic and desperate congregate in what is a sorry excuse for socialization. My kind of place.

 
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Well I was just thinking they became distant, but that works.

 
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Well I wasn’t clear with the wording. He used the mental manipulation to make her fall for him. However, he did not continue usage of it. Besides, its natural for people to fall out of love. I can also edit to make her death fit in.

 
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I edited my previous post to say that this new one superseded it. Also, we could edit the bio to note the families size, and her distant relationship with the rest of her family.