The spear slams into the chest of the Kapre, impaling him. Dark red blood begins to spill out of his chest and drip down to the forest floor below. He disappears in another cloud of smoke. This time, he reappears right behind the variant with the spear still lodged in his chest. His face is contorted in a dark expression of pain. His huge fists are clenched tightly together above his head before he swings them down with a thunderous slam.
The variant slams into the dirt, the ground cracking as he hits it. The variant teleports away, standing up. "You broke my nose." he snarls, blood pouring down his face. Black rods appears as hellfire burns in his eyes. "Your certainly tough. I'll give you that."
"I was aimin' to break a lot more than that." Dark grey cigar smoke slithers out from between his lips forming dark shapes of strange horrors with snapping maws and scraping claws. These vaporous abominations writhe through the air towards you, snapping at you with their smoky jaws. "A few centuries of wind and rain will harden any ol' soul." He growls in his deep, gravelly voice.
He claps a few times. "Oh this is rich." he says, his skin turning black like the void as his voice doubles. "I was molded by an old god. One who controls the shadows upon which you summon your soldiers." he brushes one aside easily. "Now, either surrender or ill slam a rod right through your heart and leave you pinned to a tree to bleed to death."
"I don't care how old yer god was that made ya, ya can still be broken. Ya've brought yer violence to my forest and burned my trees and I don't take kindly to that sorta thing. However, I remember now that I never asked ya politely to leave. I'm doin' that now. I know I look like I've taken a lot, but I'm just wakin' up and gettin' back in the swing of things. It's been awhile since someone was dumb enough to fight me. I got a lot more fight in me and I ain't afraid to pour it all out on ya." The cigar jutting out from between his clenched teeth burns brightly and a dark rivulet of blood is slithering down the spear impaling his chest.
*Is Theren still here?*
*Yesh, hes just taking a moment to prepare his huge powerful spell*
Theren places a hand on his shoulder. "Stand back. Heal yourself." he says softly, but firmly.
The variant laughs. "by all means! Bring it on Dotsk!"
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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.
The spear slams into the chest of the Kapre, impaling him. Dark red blood begins to spill out of his chest and drip down to the forest floor below. He disappears in another cloud of smoke. This time, he reappears right behind the variant with the spear still lodged in his chest. His face is contorted in a dark expression of pain. His huge fists are clenched tightly together above his head before he swings them down with a thunderous slam.
The variant slams into the dirt, the ground cracking as he hits it. The variant teleports away, standing up. "You broke my nose." he snarls, blood pouring down his face. Black rods appears as hellfire burns in his eyes. "Your certainly tough. I'll give you that."
"I was aimin' to break a lot more than that." Dark grey cigar smoke slithers out from between his lips forming dark shapes of strange horrors with snapping maws and scraping claws. These vaporous abominations writhe through the air towards you, snapping at you with their smoky jaws. "A few centuries of wind and rain will harden any ol' soul." He growls in his deep, gravelly voice.
He claps a few times. "Oh this is rich." he says, his skin turning black like the void as his voice doubles. "I was molded by an old god. One who controls the shadows upon which you summon your soldiers." he brushes one aside easily. "Now, either surrender or ill slam a rod right through your heart and leave you pinned to a tree to bleed to death."
"I don't care how old yer god was that made ya, ya can still be broken. Ya've brought yer violence to my forest and burned my trees and I don't take kindly to that sorta thing. However, I remember now that I never asked ya politely to leave. I'm doin' that now. I know I look like I've taken a lot, but I'm just wakin' up and gettin' back in the swing of things. It's been awhile since someone was dumb enough to fight me. I got a lot more fight in me and I ain't afraid to pour it all out on ya." The cigar jutting out from between his clenched teeth burns brightly and a dark rivulet of blood is slithering down the spear impaling his chest.
*Is Theren still here?*
*Yesh, hes just taking a moment to prepare his huge powerful spell*
Theren places a hand on his shoulder. "Stand back. Heal yourself." he says softly, but firmly.
The variant laughs. "by all means! Bring it on Dotsk!"
He doesn't move for a moment, but then he looks over his shoulder and grumbles, "Well... alright then. I could use a breather." He steps to the side and grips the spear firmly in his two fists. Then in one smooth motion he pulls the spear out of his body. The effort causes him to fall to his knees and grind his teeth as blood begins to pour from the wound freely.
The spear slams into the chest of the Kapre, impaling him. Dark red blood begins to spill out of his chest and drip down to the forest floor below. He disappears in another cloud of smoke. This time, he reappears right behind the variant with the spear still lodged in his chest. His face is contorted in a dark expression of pain. His huge fists are clenched tightly together above his head before he swings them down with a thunderous slam.
The variant slams into the dirt, the ground cracking as he hits it. The variant teleports away, standing up. "You broke my nose." he snarls, blood pouring down his face. Black rods appears as hellfire burns in his eyes. "Your certainly tough. I'll give you that."
"I was aimin' to break a lot more than that." Dark grey cigar smoke slithers out from between his lips forming dark shapes of strange horrors with snapping maws and scraping claws. These vaporous abominations writhe through the air towards you, snapping at you with their smoky jaws. "A few centuries of wind and rain will harden any ol' soul." He growls in his deep, gravelly voice.
He claps a few times. "Oh this is rich." he says, his skin turning black like the void as his voice doubles. "I was molded by an old god. One who controls the shadows upon which you summon your soldiers." he brushes one aside easily. "Now, either surrender or ill slam a rod right through your heart and leave you pinned to a tree to bleed to death."
"I don't care how old yer god was that made ya, ya can still be broken. Ya've brought yer violence to my forest and burned my trees and I don't take kindly to that sorta thing. However, I remember now that I never asked ya politely to leave. I'm doin' that now. I know I look like I've taken a lot, but I'm just wakin' up and gettin' back in the swing of things. It's been awhile since someone was dumb enough to fight me. I got a lot more fight in me and I ain't afraid to pour it all out on ya." The cigar jutting out from between his clenched teeth burns brightly and a dark rivulet of blood is slithering down the spear impaling his chest.
*Is Theren still here?*
*Yesh, hes just taking a moment to prepare his huge powerful spell*
Theren places a hand on his shoulder. "Stand back. Heal yourself." he says softly, but firmly.
The variant laughs. "by all means! Bring it on Dotsk!"
He doesn't move for a moment, but then he looks over his shoulder and grumbles, "Well... alright then. I could use a breather." He steps to the side and grips the spear firmly in his two fists. Then in one smooth motion he pulls the spear out of his body. The effort causes him to fall to his knees and grind his teeth as blood begins to pour from the wound freely.
Theren sends a huge blessing their way as he starts to beat the crap outta his variant
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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.
He doesn't move for a moment, but then he looks over his shoulder and grumbles, "Well... alright then. I could use a breather." He steps to the side and grips the spear firmly in his two fists. Then in one smooth motion he pulls the spear out of his body. The effort causes him to fall to his knees and grind his teeth as blood begins to pour from the wound freely.
Theren sends a huge blessing their way as he starts to beat the crap outta his variant
The pain seems to fade as he receives the blessing, and the blood stops flowing so much. He clutches at the pouch around his neck with a bloody hand. His beetle-black eyes watch the fight and a grin spreads across his face.
She moves to lie on top of them, getting comfortable there, “Come on, you can’t pout, dear, I need you.”
*Yesh, hes just taking a moment to prepare his huge powerful spell*
Theren places a hand on his shoulder. "Stand back. Heal yourself." he says softly, but firmly.
The variant laughs. "by all means! Bring it on Dotsk!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He lets out a muffled sigh. "But..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“But nothing, you aren’t going to pout.” She says, telling them this time.
He groans into his pillow, squirming under her. "buttttt"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*anyone got a free character?*
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She smirks softly “Turn around, face your wife, dear.” She says, getting off of them for a moment.
He sighs, not rolling. "But im comfyyyyy"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't move for a moment, but then he looks over his shoulder and grumbles, "Well... alright then. I could use a breather." He steps to the side and grips the spear firmly in his two fists. Then in one smooth motion he pulls the spear out of his body. The effort causes him to fall to his knees and grind his teeth as blood begins to pour from the wound freely.
Theren sends a huge blessing their way as he starts to beat the crap outta his variant
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I have to leave soon so I can't start a new thing but maybe latter.*
*brb, gotta go to lunch*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Honey, I will pick you up if you don’t,” She softly threatens.
*I'm back now*
*I still want to make a really fat bee cleric who loves cake*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The pain seems to fade as he receives the blessing, and the blood stops flowing so much. He clutches at the pouch around his neck with a bloody hand. His beetle-black eyes watch the fight and a grin spreads across his face.
*Happy to see you Baalze, and that sounds terribly familiar, I don’t know what from, but it’s familiar for some reason.*
*That sounds fun. There is a lot you can do with bees.*
*Hi! Wanna rp?*
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*I don't know either.*
*Indeed, bees are cool.*
*Sure, why not?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is picking berries by the riverside
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