You heard me. Eveyone. Now. Make an entrance in this topic or another. Double team me, triple team me, solo fight, team fight, doesn't matter. We're throwing down. Now. Every single one of you. If you even read this topic I expect a fight from you. I will chuck out everything, everybody I have, and if there's more people that decide to fight then I have charecters, I randomly throw something together and chuck at you. I will provide everybody that wants a fight with one if I have to type my fingers into bloody stumps and have my brain implode.
GO!
All of you. Bring it. Now.
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All of you. Bring it. Now.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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Ooc: Nothing yet? Maybe you thought I was kidding in some way... Let's try it this way then... Here's five, Pick one.
Aidan smiled at the tracks in front of him. Three deers. A child, a female, and a male. He could tell weight, size, and that the female had a slight limp. He also knew quite well these were not deer tracks, even if they did smell like it. Deer did not live in such a wasteland as he found himself. Cracked earth for miles around with only the slightest stunted shrubbery for a sigh of life. And it was cold. What little moisture in the air sucked into a light crunchy layer of frost.
His prey was far more devious then a simple animal, he was tracking the most elusive of all creatures, himself. Now one might think it folly to try and hunt yourself, but for Aidan it was something to pass the time. He had mastered tracking, and his stealth reached such a degree that he could not track himself. So much so that he dared to toy with himself, even if he did have knowledge of where he went. Little sense as that made, it was perfectly normal for Aidan. He was, after all, not quite right in the head.
Something peeked his attention and he vaguely scratched at the scar slanting across half his body. Something was coming. And by the appearance of the only constant in his hallucinations, it was rather dangerous. His more refined senses confirmed it, and a shift in the wind got rid of any doubt. He could smell that particular scent to anything with power .
A shake of the hand threw his hair, a smirk, and that golden eye picked up the rising sun's light. The eyepatched, shirtless smith got up, and walked towards what peaked his interest. Time for a little fun.
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The beast chewed a mouthful of crop and ignored everything else. A few crows to wily to be fooled perched on some of the scarecrows, they're cries heard for quite a distance, far less then the field that looked to have no end. The beast, some sort of bull lion eagle hybrid sniffed at a nearby straw man before going back to the crops. Lions face with the horns, massive bovine shoulders behind it's mane. Hooves scratching the ground gently. It's back legs the powerful talons of a bird of prey. Tail swishing lazily behind it. The scarecrows smiled at it. Lifelike expressions in they're straw filed faces.
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*CLANG*
Knight leaned upon a pillar. He was set to guard this place from any and all. He had been called a living suit of armor, and it was not far from the truth. Layer upon layer of armoring, four times that of most. Spear in hand, he waited. The massive chamber stood empty, carved wood and stone across every surface. Stone walls, domed ceiling, wooden flooring, wooden supports, wooden decorations. Strange to think of it, this did not look to be much of a place to guard. He was not one to question his orders. He waited, his armor gleaming in the low light.
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She stood they're perched on the top of the crypt. A long shaft of bone held firmly in her hand. Feathers, as most had come to call her, watched and waited. Something was going to happen in this resting place of the dead. Cemeteries, contrary to their purpose, were rarely peaceful. Especially at night. Her well polished breastplate shone in the full moon light. Gauntlets and greaves caught it no less. A heavy studded, ridged weight attached to her bone white braid kept it down near the bottom of her spine. Light blue, nearly white, eyes kept they're vigil. Something was here or would be, she could feel it in her bones. A small clacking came from behind her as the remnants of wings settled. The skeletal frame of what could once have been brilliant bird like wings. They're distinct lack of flesh is what brought along her ironic moniker.
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The small green reptile drank deeply from the stream. Helmet beside it. Somewhat of a crocodilian maw, it was different for it's species. It's powerful tail for one, far beyond the nearly vestigial of his race. It was more akin to his great ancestors, as was he. He looked over to the tree on the nearby grassy hill. His mouth laid there, sleeping. Some sort of freakish feline. Dir'creoh did not think on it. he got up, replaced his helmet. His armor, a mass of strangely etched steel, hampering him no more then his natural scales. The kobold slowly walked up to the feline. No need to hurry.
Aidan smiled at the tracks in front of him. Three deers. A child, a female, and a male. He could tell weight, size, and that the female had a slight limp. He also knew quite well these were not deer tracks, even if they did smell like it. Deer did not live in such a wasteland as he found himself. Cracked earth for miles around with only the slightest stunted shrubbery for a sigh of life. And it was cold. What little moisture in the air sucked into a light crunchy layer of frost.
His prey was far more devious then a simple animal, he was tracking the most elusive of all creatures, himself. Now one might think it folly to try and hunt yourself, but for Aidan it was something to pass the time. He had mastered tracking, and his stealth reached such a degree that he could not track himself. So much so that he dared to toy with himself, even if he did have knowledge of where he went. Little sense as that made, it was perfectly normal for Aidan. He was, after all, not quite right in the head.
Something peeked his attention and he vaguely scratched at the scar slanting across half his body. Something was coming. And by the appearance of the only constant in his hallucinations, it was rather dangerous. His more refined senses confirmed it, and a shift in the wind got rid of any doubt. He could smell that particular scent to anything with power .
A shake of the hand threw his hair, a smirk, and that golden eye picked up the rising sun's light. The eyepatched, shirtless smith got up, and walked towards what peaked his interest. Time for a little fun.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
The beast chewed a mouthful of crop and ignored everything else. A few crows to wily to be fooled perched on some of the scarecrows, they're cries heard for quite a distance, far less then the field that looked to have no end. The beast, some sort of bull lion eagle hybrid sniffed at a nearby straw man before going back to the crops. Lions face with the horns, massive bovine shoulders behind it's mane. Hooves scratching the ground gently. It's back legs the powerful talons of a bird of prey. Tail swishing lazily behind it. The scarecrows smiled at it. Lifelike expressions in they're straw filed faces.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*CLANG*
Knight leaned upon a pillar. He was set to guard this place from any and all. He had been called a living suit of armor, and it was not far from the truth. Layer upon layer of armoring, four times that of most. Spear in hand, he waited. The massive chamber stood empty, carved wood and stone across every surface. Stone walls, domed ceiling, wooden flooring, wooden supports, wooden decorations. Strange to think of it, this did not look to be much of a place to guard. He was not one to question his orders. He waited, his armor gleaming in the low light.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
She stood they're perched on the top of the crypt. A long shaft of bone held firmly in her hand. Feathers, as most had come to call her, watched and waited. Something was going to happen in this resting place of the dead. Cemeteries, contrary to their purpose, were rarely peaceful. Especially at night. Her well polished breastplate shone in the full moon light. Gauntlets and greaves caught it no less. A heavy studded, ridged weight attached to her bone white braid kept it down near the bottom of her spine. Light blue, nearly white, eyes kept they're vigil. Something was here or would be, she could feel it in her bones. A small clacking came from behind her as the remnants of wings settled. The skeletal frame of what could once have been brilliant bird like wings. They're distinct lack of flesh is what brought along her ironic moniker.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
The small green reptile drank deeply from the stream. Helmet beside it. Somewhat of a crocodilian maw, it was different for it's species. It's powerful tail for one, far beyond the nearly vestigial of his race. It was more akin to his great ancestors, as was he. He looked over to the tree on the nearby grassy hill. His mouth laid there, sleeping. Some sort of freakish feline. Dir'creoh did not think on it. he got up, replaced his helmet. His armor, a mass of strangely etched steel, hampering him no more then his natural scales. The kobold slowly walked up to the feline. No need to hurry.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed