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Hobie Wan
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Hobie Wan

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What Follows...


Malak Sorrow sat upon a throne, his hand resting on the pommel of his blade, Galatine. His gray hair hung disheveled, across his heavily scarred face. His eyes were their usual stormy gray, and they scanned the large empty circular room. There were no servants, no guards,no advisors, just Malak alone upon the Crimson Throne. The throne was pure silver, with rubies condensed at the top and running down the sides like blood.


He stood up, making his way across the gargantuan empty room to reach what was evidently a massive dining table made of silver and rubies. His shadow was cast across the room by the bright torches across the walls. As he sat down and reached for a fork, a clang sounded from behind him. Malak quickly stood up, gripping Galatine by the hilt and spinning around as he scanned the area behind him, but all he saw was his shadow. He went to sit back down, and suddenly saw what appeared to be a dark silhouette sitting across from him. Malak slammed a hand on the table and glared at the man.
“Who the hell are you?” Malak growled, as the silhouette levitating a fork absently over its hand. It then placed the fork down on the table and stood up, offering a hand as if to shake.
“I am what men like you always seek, and I am the embodiment of what they leave in their wake as they do so.* The silhouette hissed, disappearing as three more like it appeared around Malak, hands gripping his crimson pauldrons. Malak violently throws his arm backwards, but makes contact with nothing as it passes harmlessly through the three shadow silhouettes approaching him. “A wife, an old master, you even manipulated a well-respected holy family to slaughter innocents … all in pursuit of me.”


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09-Jun-2016 06:15:22 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2016 06:22:25 by Hobie Wan

Hobie Wan
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Malak gripped Galatine and stabbed forwards, the magical blade connecting with the magical energy of the middle silhouette and it tore apart, and formed into five more, all still standing in a semicircle around him. Malak growled, still angrily glaring at all of the shadows. *What do you think you are, devil?”
“You call us devil… and fail to recognize your own sins… The mark of … ignorance.” The shadows hissed, all of them beginning to fade away, and a single being formed upon the throne, one of no discernible shape or race. His mouth was the length of his face as he spoke, his posture mimicking that of Malak’s when he had been sitting on the throne. “You seek me out and yet fail to recognize me when I appear… I am power, Malak Sorrow. Endless power.”

The androgynous being raised a hand, a wine bottle floating from the dining table towards them. Malak watched it warily, not having much to say as he was suddenly wary of the man’s potential. His hand gripped tighter around his blade, and the being smiled as they waved a hand, the top half of the wine bottle splitting from the bottom seamlessly, the wine remaining in both halves as they weaved the glass neck shut, forming two glasses. One drifted towards Malak, the other into the being’s own hand. *I presume that humans still discuss propositions over a drink? Or are you too far gone to be considered human… like me.” The being took a deep drink, as Malak grinded his teeth and threw the wine glass aside, shattering it across the floor.

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"Hello There."

09-Jun-2016 06:16:47 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2016 06:18:08 by Hobie Wan

Hobie Wan
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“I am nothing like you… you are a monster, a hideous beast with dangerous abilities. You manipulate the world around you as if it were yours to control, it is only the power of the Gods that should control such!” Malak blurted out, drawing his blade heroically and jumping with surprising agility in the heavy crimson armor towards his own throne, bringing the blade downwards in a powerful overhead swing. An act met with a loud clang as the metal of his blade connected with the metal of a wicked-looking khopes*. The second blade had appeared rather suddenly in the entity’s right hand, his left hand still pouring wine into his over-sized and gruesome mouth. The force caused Malak to fall on his back, his blade clattering across the room as the mysterious being finished his wine, standing up and threw the glass aside. He then placed the khopesh in the air next to him, where it simply hung, suspended by nothing but the entity’s own will. Said entity then approached, their hands spreading as they let loose a huge sigh.


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"Hello There."

09-Jun-2016 06:18:55 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2016 06:19:25 by Hobie Wan

Hobie Wan
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“Malak, Malak, Malak,” The entity began, Malak wincing each time the creature said his name, “you really must be one of those people who determines the worth of others by what you can see* What makes us monstrous isn’t skin-deep, Ser Sorrow… It is our actions that define us** As the last syllable of the word “actions” left their mouth, they spread his arms as if it was some dramatic cue word. Small window-sized images began cropping up across the air in front of the odd pair, they demonstrated a bizarre-looking young man, unfamiliar to Malak, and the countless gruesome murders and atrocities committed by this individual, all of which led to a portrait of the androgynous monster before him. “Of course, I am a monster in both action and appearance, but at least I can tell the difference. Now let’s check on… you.” The entity swung his hands around again, and showed a wall of faces, the deaths of whom were Malak’* fault. They all were pale and had closed eyes, arranged on what appeared to be a trophy wall. “This is how you would arrange them, I’d imagine? Your wife’s right here at the front, and the random Gracegiven from that festival you had slaughtered by the Elissium to prove their willingness to marry your son… they go here at the bottom?” The entity was arranging the faces as if decorating flowers, looking back to Malak, who was growing more and more enraged.
“Stop it.” He uttered, sitting up with a grunt and glaring at the androgynous entity before him.

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"Hello There."

09-Jun-2016 06:20:16 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2016 06:21:02 by Hobie Wan

Hobie Wan
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'I really don’t think I will, and you know why? Because you fail to see the point. You are a copy of me, an example of history repeating itself. Nothing more. You are just following in my shadow, Malak Sorrow. Though… with a little bit of my power, you can be the man who all fear… Consider it.” The being then flipped a rune towards Malak, it bouncing off of his armor and landing next to him. “You destroy it, I will lend you power you have never experienced before. Don’t try to get rid of it, you will find it unable to leave your person from this point on.” The being smiled his disgustingly wide smile, and faded away alongside the illusions he had created. All that remained was the strange runestone, which Malak picked up and examined, before standing up and sliding the rune into his belt pouch. He brushed his gray hair from his face, and walked over to his sword, gathering it up off the ground and hesitantly returning to the dining table to resume his meal.
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

"Hello There."

09-Jun-2016 06:22:08

Crazy_Dragon

Crazy_Dragon

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Character Application (You can have as many characters as you want.)

Name: Dr. Hanzsel Calloway

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Lineage: (If applicable, see “Lineage Traits” for details)

Age: 46

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Religion: Meh

Grace/Racial Powers: His First grace allows him to speak, read, and understand any language he reads, or hears within minutes. His second grace give him 3 Telekinetic abilities, The ability to levitate off the ground up to twenty feet of the ground and travel while levitating at 30 feet per second (20 mph) for 30 minutes a day. He can move up to 3 people or 700 lbs at a time. Finally he has the ability to make orbs of telekinetic energy of different strengths his maximum orb can break a hole through 6 inch thick steel 5 feet in diameter

Talents/Skills: Hanzsel is a Apothecarist/Doctor He has a brilliant mind, and is always coming up with new ideas, though most of them blow up in his face, he had had some success, with a potion that grows back hair if you have gone bald. Hanzsel is also a great medic, and apothecarist, and is very good at helping those wounded or sick. Hanzsel has a good bedside manner, and tries to make his patients laugh.

Weapons/Specialized Tools: Hanzsel has a handheld case (about the size of a large tackle box) full of herbs, bandages, and other items he can use to help treat people.

Weaknesses: Hanzsel tries to do too much sometimes, and it ends up stressing him out. Hanzsel is also afraid that one of his potions could be used to harm people, instead of help.
Hanzsel's Telekinesis can be resisted by those with a strong mind, or could be interrupted by distraction or loss of concentration. (Loud noises, being hit with something etc)

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21-Jun-2016 07:21:50 - Last edited on 22-Jun-2016 23:15:47 by Crazy_Dragon

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