A man with what seemed to be a aviator outfit came into the town, he wore a brown opened jacket with some small badges on the left arm of it and with a slightly dark blond fluff on the edges of the hood of the jacket. Some of the buttons the outfit would have seem to have disappeared and a small hole is on the left pocket of it. They have light brown pants that don't seem to don anything on them. With Goggles covering their face some slight locks of short, somehow, bright pink hair drift down curl and meet at his forehead.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man with what seemed to be a aviator outfit came into the town, he wore a brown opened jacket with some small badges on the left arm of it and with a slightly dark blond fluff on the edges of the hood of the jacket. Some of the buttons the outfit would have seem to have disappeared and a small hole is on the left pocket of it. They have light brown pants that don't seem to don anything on them. With Goggles covering their face some slight locks of short, somehow, bright pink hair drift down curl and meet at his forehead.
(Got the character idea from a song.)
There is quite the commotion in the town square. People surround a man who is setting up a pole. Tied to the pole is a dead god.
*Lil cutscene for backstory*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
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*allo, wanna interact with Chaos Lord Theren?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No thanks." Geto smiles "How about you let me go."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"how about I crush your windpipe so you can't breathe." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Yes I do :D)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Cute. Monkeys who can only solve their problems violence."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
A man with what seemed to be a aviator outfit came into the town, he wore a brown opened jacket with some small badges on the left arm of it and with a slightly dark blond fluff on the edges of the hood of the jacket. Some of the buttons the outfit would have seem to have disappeared and a small hole is on the left pocket of it. They have light brown pants that don't seem to don anything on them. With Goggles covering their face some slight locks of short, somehow, bright pink hair drift down curl and meet at his forehead.
(Got the character idea from a song.)
Life's amusing and it knows
*just the cutscene again cause I can*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are a coward, hiding behind your magic."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Geto smirks and begins to walk towards him "Let us see then."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
There is quite the commotion in the town square. People surround a man who is setting up a pole. Tied to the pole is a dead god.
*Lil cutscene for backstory*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Korh spins his lightsaber, taking up a defensive stance.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
When Korh blinks Geto is standing in from of him, his hands wrapped around but not squeezing "You seem strong."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Rage flows through the trooper as he forces Geto off of him. He then lunges with the saber.
Attack: 27 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Geto sidesteps the attack "Fast too."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Shut it."
Attack: 30 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He dodges again "You remind me of Togi."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*gooood morning you goobers :D*
Quinn is in the market, shopping with a smile
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin