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D F Angel

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The Leprechaun's Foot

Porkstead was a minor hamlet northwest of the now-ruined Copperdale, and southwest of the town of Hamstead from which its name was comically derived. Etheldredda walked impatiently up and down, the masked warrior that the locals had taken to calling Ethel the Dreaded due to her horrific headwear, making sure she was always between Monsieur Federic* and the door, so that the sly man could not make an untimely escape.

The flamboyant guildmaster, for his part, had made sure to comb his hair through this morning. He sat up-right, smile radiating like the sun, waiting at a table patiently for any adventurers to turn up to join in the journey he was being forced to take part in, a paper note saying, "Sign Up Here!" propped up next to the man.

Gorebucks

The coffee shop's name was in actuality completely unrelated to the slaughter going on outside, surprisingly enough.

Soahc the Deceiver, Financier of Ten-Thousand Funerals, had turned a wall to rubble in order to bypass the pathetic table barricade that the coffee addicts had set up by the door. Outside, screams ruled the morning air. Raspur had lead the more placid sell swords in an assault on the local barracks, whilst others such as Herrod Hostmaker attended to their own business. The hagspawn were efficient killers, the hags liked to play with their food, and the cultists were cold and methodical.

Soahc appreciated more subtle forms of terror. He had walked up to the bar and requested a Frappuccino, and was sat at the bar, quietly sipping out of a twirly straw whilst the people inside cowered in fear as an immortal being straight out of their culture's darkest histories made himself comfortable. It was clear that the demigod was awaiting someone, or perhaps someones- his next recruits for his devilish forces. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

04-Jun-2015 23:30:12

D F Angel

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The Plucky Hecatonchire

Come morning, the Hecatonchire was a lot less rowdy than it was the night before. Apparently a rather lavishly dressed gentleman had suffered a heart attack and perished in the bathroom the night before, which put a damper on the moods of some, such as Alania Clarke and Karstone Greatjohn. The twosome had both decided to not hurry out the next day, unlike the eaglemaster, the decan** (who would now be called simply the decan due to Runescape's shoddy censoring algorithm,) and the others.

The two were not allied, in fact they had barely spoken to each other, but chance had it that they were both waiting for more people to arrive on the scene, people with a good heart perhaps, or with a foul heart, but people none-the-less to accompany them on the journey north, into the heartlands of the ogre clans.

((This thread is now opeeeeeeeeeeen!)) Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

04-Jun-2015 23:30:18

Guthix SS4

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Name: Kuro
Age: 29
Race: human/demon (His parents are one demon and one human. Father being a demon his mother human)

Gender: male
Occupation: Demon Hunter/Monster slayer

Appearance: Kuro is not too tall and not short he stands around five foot ten and weighs around one hundred and fifty to sixty pounds. Kuro has very light somewhat short spiky brown hair, his eyes either when he is happy or in a good kind of mood or somewhere in feeling good his eyes are blue. When he is upset, sad, mad, angry his eyes turn into a crimson blood red the black parts of his eyes turn almost cat like in a straight oval like line.

Kuro has a fit body, he isn’t very thin and he isn’t fat, he is just in the middle of the two. He does have a bit of a muscle tone look but not much to be over noticeable. Kuro has lightly sun tanned white skin. His body almost doesn’t have any marks on it. Kuro has a scar on is chest going from the top left side of his chest going down diagonally down his stomach.

He looks like an ordinary person for his parent of that of a demonic decent his appearance is completely human.

Attre: Kuro wears a black trench coat, tan pants and dark brown boots. Kuro doesn't wear a shirt under his coat. His hands are wrapped in white bandages that hide scars on his hand. Around his neck are two necklaces one a locket the other a pendent. The necklace is a black steel necklace with a picture of his mother in the locket. The other necklace is is a pendent with a small dragon tooth on it.

and nothing was spoiled

04-Jun-2015 23:37:01 - Last edited on 04-Jun-2015 23:37:52 by Guthix SS4

Guthix SS4

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Weapons: Kuro is a swordsmen and a magic user. He has a black steel enchanted claymore sword. The sword enchanted to make it more durable, to keep it from breaking. The sword goes down his back, the blade is about four inches thick and goes down his back, the sword is a two handed weighed weapon. The guard is a straight basic silver guard, with a red leather handle grip.

Kuro's magic is similar to what he used in the Champions guild thread, a bit more refined, he still has blood manipulation magic, where he can control his own blood, making it solid using at objects, and controlling the blood in his own body as well.

He also acquired a new magical ability, demonic aura he can use his own magical energy to cover his body in a crimson red demon spiritual aura that acts as armor in a way and a weapon. The aura surrounds him with an outline of a demon looking body. A horned demon like head, demonic wings. The aura slightly boosts his strength and speed when he has it active.

The aura can surround his the aura form looks like the same shape of his old massive sword his had, other then a red ghostly aura.

The armor protects him shielding him from most attacks, using his own physical energy when attacks hit. The stronger the attack, the more likely it will go through.

Personality: His personality is similar to what he was like in Champions guild, other then his hatred for demons isn't as sever anymore.

and nothing was spoiled

04-Jun-2015 23:37:14 - Last edited on 04-Jun-2015 23:39:24 by Guthix SS4

Guthix SS4

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Short History: Before the Champion's guild, both his mother and father are dead, his father died before he was born and his mother died while giving birth to him. He was an orphan who was raised up to became a swordsmen who found out there is stuff different about him mostly his blood. He knows who is his mother and what his father is but that is about it.

Then the events of the Champions guild, where he helped slay Azul, and took small part of the demons power.

After the events he left to train and use the new energy inside himself. Where he discovered his new aura abilities. Kuro then went and slain a few lesser demons. More will revealed in the rp in what he has done.

Other- His blood is black with a small bit of red in it. Kuro also owns a mysterious white horse that always comes when ever he calls for it outside. The horse has a silver saddle and a spot on the saddle where he can put his sword onto.

and nothing was spoiled

04-Jun-2015 23:37:22 - Last edited on 04-Jun-2015 23:40:53 by Guthix SS4

NotFishing

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Outside Pork*teas

A lone figure walked down the road on his way to the small village of Porkstead, his heavy metal armor clanking softly as he walked. He had been busy, these past few days. But that was understandable; his most recent adventure had led him to rethink his equipment. For even though the elder demon was defeated, something told him it was not quite over, that there was more to the story. But the Champions Guild had been destroyed, and the group split up. But he knew something was coming. He could feel it in his gut...

" Buuuurrrrrrp! "

The dwarven hero, Joric Ironfist, let out a massive belch as he walked down the road. Understandable. for he hadn't eaten that long ago.

Fortunately he hasn't changed much since our last adventure with him. However, his equipment was now slightly different. For starters, his armor no longer had a golden trim: he had sold it and bought a less decorative set, which minus the gold was exactly the same as the original; right down to the spiked helmet. It was also newer, making it in better condition. He had then used the extra gold to restore the magic resistance enchantment on his round steel shield, and also to purchase an Amaryte axe and sword.

But now our dwarven fan favourite was low on funds, and a bit bored. It had been a while since he battled a good monster, and was wondering when the next opportunity would emerge.

As he walked into town, Joric realized that he was actually quite thirsty and could do with something to drink. He scanned his surroundings for an inn, his gaze settling on the Leprechaun's foot tavern. Hopefully they wouldn't mistake him for a child and bar him from access! Okay, they probably wouldn't mistake him for a child with his thick beard, heavy armor, and weapons, but he just really wanted to use that pun. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Smiling to himself, Joric walked uo to the tavern door, opened it, and stepped inside.

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Gorebucks

A man ran screaming through the hole of rubble that Soahc had opened up in the wall, only to end up tripping over his own feet anc faceplanting.

Only a moment later, a heavily armored figure walked in. His armor appeared to bear a strong resemblance to a knight's, only it was a dark grey colour - almost black, to be exact. There were a few minor differences as well, like a few spikes on the shoulder plates, the knuckles on the gauntlets, and the toes of the boots, as well as a red cape which flowed behind him. It was as if this man was trying to look evil.

The civilian turned over onto his back and looked up at the man with pleading eyes. "Please..." he begged. "Don't do this! I have stuff I want to do! Things!"

The black knight flicked his visor up. Underneath it he appeared to be rather young. His skin was a bit pale, lacking any freckles or blemishes, and his eyes were brown with a bit of red in them. His hair was a short blond colour, about an inch in length, and he had no facial hair. But despite his youthful appearance, he was actually much older - around fifty, actually.

There was a bloodthirsty expression on his face, a hunter's grin as he stared down upon his helpless opponent. Then, he raised his weapon, a two handed sword with a blade as black as night. Set in center if the golden crossguard was a silver skull, and the hilt was wrapped in a black leather.

Then, in one swift motion, he plunged the blade downwards into the chest of his prey. The man yelled out, but quickly grew silent, as some sort of weird red energy began to radiate from the man's body. The eyes on the sword's silver skull began to glow red, as the energy shot up the blade and into the knight who delivered the blow. He closed his eyes, enjoying the rush he got everytime he successfully absorbed a soul. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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That was one of the things he lived for, really. The souls of his opponents were what kept him so young. It revitalized him in the middle of a fight or if he had just been through a long day of travel. And recently he had figured out how to keeo souls in reserve, so that he may call upon the energy and health boost in a desperate situation. He even found out that this soul energy could be used to tap into magic - he could generate barriers, light up dark rooms, that kind of stuff.

Presently, the sword was bound to him and only him. It had accepted him as its master, and would serve no one else while he still breathed. If lost, he could easily call upon it to return.

His name was Brodus, and he had long given up on his last name since it was no longer who he was. And besides, under that name he was a criminal. He was no criminal; just a man seeking to become more powerful.

As his armor suggested, he had once been a knight. As his behaviour and the colour of said armor suggested, that was no longer the case. He had found the sword, discovered that when he killed people with it he absorbed their souls, and also found out that absorbing souls was addictive, That was that. And this particular attack had given him the perfect chance to go open season,

Brodus pulled the sword out and then looked up at Soahc. He considered advancing and trying to attack but quickly thought better of it. "Let's see..." He finally said. "There's an attack going on, you're clearly not normal, and you're here sipping a beverage like it's no different from any other day. Am I correct in assuming you're one of the people going around making all this noise?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

05-Jun-2015 00:04:54 - Last edited on 05-Jun-2015 13:12:36 by NotFishing

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That Other Place I Can't Remember The Name Of Right Now

What the hell was she doing this far north? Where was she, even?

Alicia Vendal found herself walking through the forest, with no clue of a destination. She had lost her map and, and was forced to stray off the path when she saw a bear laying right in the middle of the road. All and all, it really sucked.

Her gear hadn't changed at all since her last brief appearance. Same tied back hair, leather armor, pistol, shortsword, dagger, crossbow, and stealth enchanted boots.

Twigs snapped underneath her feet and tiny insects were crushed in her frustrated march through the forest. Aside from the occasional bird here or there, everything was quiet. Until...

"Why, hello there!"

She spun around, and behind was what appeared to be an ordinary man. He wore the clothes of a commoner, with a traveller's hood and cloak, both of which were dirty and worn. He had a walking stick in his hand and an ironsword at his belt. But despite his obvious poverty, there was a smile on his face which revealed his heavily decayed teeth.

"What do you want?" Alicia asked suspiciously, her hand going down for her shortsword.

"Oh, there's no need for that. I'm just a bit short on funds. Do you have any to spare?"

A beggar? Out here in the middle of nowhere? That just made her even more suspicious. But even if he had been genuine, her answer would have still been the same. "No."

The man sighed. "A shame... I tried asking nicely." Then the smile was back. "Boys!"

Suddenly, three men came forth from behind various bushes and trees, surrounding her. Two of them held crossbows and another had a mace, and for the most part they were wearing leather armor.

Alicia's instincts immediately kicked in. She turned invisible and ducked. The crossbowmen fired their bolts, but they hit only thin air and imbedded themselves in the trunks of nearby trees. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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"Where the hell did she go!?"

"Is that teleportation or invisibility!?"

"Invisibility." She said, not having moved from her original positions. Suddenly it was as if a crossbow bolt had materialized out of thin air. It flew directly at one of the crossbow men, catching him in the throat. There was a stunned look on the face as his hand reached up to clasp the shaft, and then he fell to his knees.

Both the swordman and the maceman came charging at it her, but she had moved from her original spot. While the other man swung his mace around wildly hoping to get lucky, the bandit leader kept a careful eye out. He was trying to tell if he could hear any footsteps, if he could spot the leaves move and the twigs snap on the ground.

A hand grabbed his shouldee from behind, and before he could react a sharp piece of steel slid across his jugular vein. Meanwhile, the other crossbow wielder had finished reloading, so he took aim at the invisible figure who was undoubtedly behind his leader and fired.

But Alicia had already moved the leader towards the crossbowman to use him as a human shield. And it worked. The last sensation the man would feel before the last of his life slipped away through the massive **** in his throat would be a bolt striking him in the ribs.

Then Alicia drew her pistol and fired. The bullet struck the crossbow wieldee directly in the stomach, and he fell backwards. Then she turned and ducked underneath the swing of a mace wielder, before plunging her dagger into his stomach, finishing the fight.

Switching off her invisibility, she took a deep breath. Moving while invisible could be tiring at times. She wanted to take a rest, but then she spotted smoke in the distance. An inn or a camp - only one way to find out.

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((I'm assuming the inn has a chimney?)) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

05-Jun-2015 00:05:32 - Last edited on 05-Jun-2015 12:07:05 by NotFishing

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