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Stillo~
"I wasss the sssame way oncccce." I guess that the subfloor was his hometown. Though I would think they would treat him with respect. He's a foot taller than me! And I'm 5 foot 7! What the others say kindof clued in though that physical appearance isn't everything in their culture. Heck I wasn't expecting a town at all.
"Huh?" He looks at me, he's still upset.
"I made too many mistakesss too, got picked on for it. That and my cowardnessss."
"I don't need your pity." He seems to not like that comment.
"I'm sssaying I can relate. Espadachín."
"Huh?"
"Swordsman."
"What made you change then?" He looks curious.
I stop.
"A deal ssso I can get a Fortuno."
"A what?" I need to remember no everyome is Multilanguagual.
"A blessssing…" I show him my tattoo. "This is a mark of my patron. A mark of the Beatus Propugnat- SSSTOP!" I grip his arm.
"Dude, what the-"
"Dark magic…"
"What in the-"
"Dark…M-m-magic.." I repeat. Getting hyper. "Sssomething's clossse and it reaksss of it…I need to…need to….KILL!" I run ahead… The monsters here are more clever. a bit stronger. I slay them as I go through as fast as I can. Till I reach a door… Three goblins guard it with their bows and spears.
Blood…I need blood.
I run in and grap one and throw it to the other two. I shot repeatedly.
I turn to the door. It reaks of it. The magic on the other side. I need to kill it.
I bang on the door. Pulling, pushing, shooting.
"Let me in, Let Me In, LET ME IN!!!"
"Stillo, are you ok?" I turn to Damian, he looks around and sees the bloodbath I caused.
"Nunca he sido mejor, amigo! I jussst need to find the caussse of thisss and KILL IT!" I continued to bang.
"Stillo, it's locked. We need to find a key."
"NO CERO EN LOS BLOQUEOS!"
He claps his hands.
"Look at yourself! You're going insane! And I don't even understand half of what you're saying!. Calm down! Breathe slowly. In and out."
*Inhale….exhale….*
"No puedo controlarlo….it jussst… Happensss when I'm near dark magic….the Ater draco blood getsss… Excccited…Fear, pain, darkness. It pleases it…"
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Damian~
"Will you go crazy if you don't kill it soon? We need to think about this. Stay calm, figure it out. We don't know how strong it is….. wait, can you sense that? How strong it is?" Damian said quickly. "We don't want to rush into something we don't know how to fight."
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Sorry, gotta get off now, but I do like to write! Sorry 'bout how short that was. Good grief, I first apologized about how long my post was. XD
Also I love the Spanish in Stillo. (It is spanish, right? I'm TERRIBLE iwht other languages. I'd love to learn French and Spanish, though.)
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~Connol
I walk forward the tower reaching high into the sky. I take a deep breath and open the door. Inside is an altar with a bowl and a daggar. I walk toward it skeptical. It has some sort of poem on it. i take a deep breath and cut myself in the hand. Then the blood disappears and the exit does as well. But there is a new door. I walk through it and wait for the traps and monsters.
They don't wait. They come flying. I draw my sword.
I swipe at the couple of bats and spiders there are, sending them flying and hitting the wall dead. These levels can't be that easy so I prepare myself. It's now or never. Hopefully there isn't a full moon tonight…
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Yes, he speaks three languages, With Spanish as his native tongue.
Stillo~
"¿Crees que esto es una lucura? Thisss iss only etapa dos! It only getsss better from here, ¡humbre león cabra! Desafortunadamente," I say as I continued to break the door open. "Onccce etapa dos hitsss, only dolor, miedo y sufirmiento from othersss and mí mismo can get me ssstronger. It's pretty ssstrong, no voy a mentir, Pero soy más fuerte…." I begin to calm down. Still twichy "The ssstart up isss over… Get usssed to it, Thisss will happen a lot amigo. Letsss find the key and get this over with. I need to release this cursed energy."
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Damian actually looks frightened. That sickenly please me. "I mean, you say that this could get worse as you scare and hurt others?"
"No peor," I smile, "Mejor, The Fortuno of the Ater Draco. The black dragon. Isss a wonderful thing, her blood flowsss through me as we ssspeak." I turn. "Encontrar la llave, beat the thing up, and a few minutesss after, the blood will go back to it'sss dormant ssstate. Weaker, but calmer."
"We need to prepare though. We need a plan!"
"Yo deparo, you puñalada. As we sssay in Dolado Colinas, 'No domestiques los mares, montarlo!' I will warn you, I may go to etapa tres, but then the fun truly begins ¡amigo!" I run off! to find it.
"Found it!"
"How in-"
"It was underneath the doormat." He points to a mat on the floor that says "go away."
I grumble "Poner la llave dentro."
Despite not understanding. He puts it in and turns it. The door opens by itself.
"Ready?"
"¡Listo!" I run up the stairs "¡Muéstrame de qué estás hecho!"
"Stillo! We need to stick togeth- and he's gone…"
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Why are some of Stillo's words not bolded?
I don't know.
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Stillo's words are still not bolded (some of them.) All of his words are supposed to be bolded in the post I made about 40 minutes ago from this post.
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@Moonlight, will Connol pick up Damian and Stillos' scent? (After all, werewolves have better senses, right?) If so, then he could possibly save us from some kind of attack….
That would be cool, and a quick way to get you with Damian and Stillo after a few solo posts.
Or not, whatever suits you best!
Damian~
"Aand…. he's gone……" Damian sighed and quickly glances around the room. Nothing….. just dead monsters everywhere. If that is the effect when Stillo isn't insane, then when he is could be…..
Damian plunged into the darkness beyond the door. The blackness was….. Well, black. Completely. And it was dark. He could feel it pressing against his eyes like some kind of tar. He turned back and – . No door. Of course. Just darkness. Everywhere.
He said the "Dragon's blood" was a wonderful thing. How can it be wonderful if it turns you into a killing machine when you smell dark magic? Sometimes discretion is a goood thing….. But it would be useful in a fight… if you could have something to contain some source of magic near you, some sort of vial to sniff before you went into battle, then it could be used….. but what kind of container could hold magic without him smelling it? Damian turned back to…..
To what? Darkness? He was completely disoriented. And the darkness wasn't friendly. Not like you're sitting in a comfy little place wher you can feel the walls and it's comfortingly dark. This was alien dark. At the least he he felt that the room was big. But the Tower can probably mess with our senses….. Especially in a room that seems to be filled with….. magical darkness? It's not silent. That's the worst bit. What is making that dripping noise? Is it coming closer? Damian's ear twitched, as his imagination filled in the details. Idiot. Who needs the Tower when your mind is your own worst enemy? Concentrate on the task at hand. Stay calm. Clicking, tapping, steps, whispers, surrounded him. His ears were bombarded with sounds. But all of them just at the dge of hearing, So you don't know wether you're imagining them or not, wether you're going crazy. This is a good place to go insane. Damian had to admit, it was clever. But there must be some sort of 'easy' solution… I bet Stillo is out there right now, fighting whatever's causing this and completely obliterating it… He's powerful….. And the sounds aren't in any sort of pattern, he'd be fine with continuous clicking in a pattern or breathing just continuously, but the sounds changed…… They morphed from classic dripping to the creak of wood. Like the sound wood makes when a rope's tied across it and something heavy is at the other end. But it was constantly changing….. Like….. something's here, sensing me, maybe even figuring out my reaction to the sounds to figure out what I would hate to hear…. Soft laughter bloomed like short-lived fungus and died quickly. Damian, despite his surroundings, smirked. Something he hated, not something he feared. So….. Is Stillo here? What's he hearing? Probably something terrifying….. What would even be his fear? Nothing can hurt him, as far as I'm aware. Maybe he's found the source of this and is fighting it. Damian paused, shrugged, and started to walk boldly forward. If he hit a wall, then he could follow it to a door. Or he'd just be knocked out from the impact and be unconscious when Stillo finished beating whatever monster was here. It might be possible to find Stillo.
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I hoped you liked it! Maybe Stillo could hear his loved one renouncing his name or something… Or them dying over and over again, whatever works, really. You don't have to go with the idea, I just didn't really have any idea of what to put in the room. If you had an original idea that would work better, tell me! Then ignore this post.
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Oh please, I have something worse for Stillo >:D
"Hola oscuridad mi vieja Amiga… Vine a hablar contigo de nuevo…"
This is a strange darkness. It feels like the air is heavier. Like tar. Heck even north's light doesn't work. I see a beam of energy when I shoot but it doesn't light up the room. Very strange…
Suddenly, I feel a cold hand grab my legs I turn to see a face I haven't seen in a long time… He has two extrudes on the back of his head, Yellow scales and empty eyes.
"B-Brutus?"
"No me had olvidado, Bueno… Esto hará que mi venganza sea miss dulce."
"You are dead!"
"¡Purqur me mataste!"
He lifts himself off the ground, in his crumpled armor. A bloody mess.
"I HAD NO CHOICCCE!"
"¡Has convertido mi cuepo en un desastre, mi muerte no fue suficiente! Riendose de mi! Diciendo, "¿Quién es el gecko ahola?""
"Please stop…. I-I am sssorry…"
Dark magic is orderless, tasteless… and you can't store in through non magical means… It's just… Something I can sense…. Brutus' dark magic is keeping me in etapa dos…. But my rising fear and guilt…is making it close… And then I realized something… His dark magic is foreign…which means
"YoU aRe NoT bRuTuS! bEgOnE!" I shoot him in the face.
Out of nowhere he grabs his weapon… Jucio, a 20 pound slegehammer. Despite being a corpse. He handles it well. Better than before…
"How did you-"
"DaRk MaGiC cAn OnLy CoMe FrOm It'S uSeR! aLl ThIs DaRkNeSs TiEs To YoU!"
I will not deal with this mockery! I. Will. KILL!
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Hmmm…… is it possible for a ghost to linger in the Tower? Just wondering.
I like your post!
Well, we never did know whether that tattoo was 'good' magic for 'bad' magic….. so it's certainly possible that Still o is the cause of this, but unlikely.
ALSO, PEOPLE, THIS IS A GREAT OPPORTUNITY FOR CERTAIN OCs (YOURS, to be specific) TO SWOOP IN AND SAVE THE DAY, SEEING AS THEY ARE iN THE RP AND HAVEN'T ACTUALLY BEEN POSTED YET!! So yeah. Just saying, this is a good opportunity for others to jump in, in case any of you weren't feeling included!
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Maybe….
Also. No it's not Stillo. He didn't inherit any cool powers from his patrion. All he got is he becomes faster and stronger by dark magic, pain, suffering, and fear. The dark magic is from elsewhere. I believe I already said it. The tattoo isn't the source of his power but it is how he got it. Let's just say he didn't say "Her blood flows through me." For nothing.
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Though the magic of the Fortuno's Alignment is debatable. Lol
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Sorry!! Yea that will work! what floor are they on? Second? I'm going to go with that.
~Connol
I pick up a scent of two people. Monsters or not I go on following the scent. It gets stronger and stronger as I keep on going until I see them. I have no idea what to do. They don't seem like monsters. I creep up behind them with my cloak up just to make sure.
Then the yellow reptile draws a gun and starts shooting the tiles which are weirdly smooth. Some crackle and others don't. He sighes after he is done and they walk accross carefull of not speting on the cracked tiles. I still can't decide when to come out.
They go on and talk for a bit. Then they pass through a gate with some sort of gargoyle. I stay back. The gates seem like they want to close but they don't.
"Sssssssomeone issssssssss here!" The yellow reptile yells drawing his gun. The beast draws his sword and the dragon anthro draws her sword as well.
"Well dang it." I say steping into the light. "I was going to wait a bit longer but I guess not." I pull back my hood revieling my ears. They jump back in suprise.
"Are you a werewolf?" The beast asks.
"Yea" I sigh. I step into the gate and it shuts traping us in. None of us are suprised.
The next thing we know we are circled by 6 gargoyles. I draw my sword and we all turn to face them. I cans ee through a high up window that it is sunset. I hope I don't kill these people tonight.
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This is a rp. Not a co-write! Come on people! Post!
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Hyra~
I slink in the shadows, my black scales blending in well with the smothering darkness. The darkness is my friend. Suddenly, I hear a war cry, more like a furious hiss than a bellow. I turn towards it, pricking my ears as I do so. A jolt runs through the stone floor, like a huge hammer hit it without regard to the structural safety of the entire building. Curious, I slink forward. A corpse like figure and some sort of reptilian humanoid are engaged in an overheated battle, hissing cursed at each other and biting at one another's necks whenever possible. I sneer. I can't help but watch the ensuing contest, each contender vying for any chance at the other's mortal places. The living one seems to be winning, but is tiring as quickly as the froth from his mouth plummets to the floor. I decide to make this quick and painful for the dead-looking one. That's the best way to kill, after all. Excitement makes my eyes gleam as I prepare to launch myself at the losing side's spine, supposedly breaking it. I aim carefully, watching the pair's complicated dance around the room. Finally, my target aligns himself unwittingly with the tragectory of my attack. Seconds later, the dead thing is actually dead at my feet, the living reptile panting a few feet away.
"Thanks, but I didn't need your help." He rasps. His breath is labored, his chest heaving to and fro. I smile mysteriously.
"Right. You're welcome anyway." I look past the reptile. Another creature is running over to us. The look on his face assures me that this new creature does not intend to harm the lizard. "Found your friend."
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Dies this fit? I haven't been keeping up very well. *Rubs back of neck absentmindedly*
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Nope, that's perfect! I like it. Concise and to the point. My posts often meander past the point and then quickly turn around and rush back to it.
I hope I don't meander off the garden path too far, now…..
Damian~
"Found your friend." The darkness seems slightly more normal. Maybe Stillo defeated part of the thing that's the cause of the darkness? Possible…. I wonder what form it took. Damian quickly ran to Stillo's side. He looked exhausted, and black blood was dripping down his left arm. A crumpled heap of armour and rotting flesh was piled at his feat. Even as Damian watched, it slowly liquidized into blackness and seaped into the stone floor. A…. creature..? (You didn't add a description, so I am hedging it into the topiaries) faintly dragonlike. It lso looked humanlike.
It was hard to see in the gloom. But at the least I can see….
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That was quick because I don't really have any ideas for today… =P
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If you were talking to me, it was a mimic that looked like a flavusdens like Stillo. But looked different.
Stillo~
"YoU hAd To SsStEaL mY kIlL….AtEr DrAcO?!"
I'm surprised. Standing before me is a humanoid black lizard. Her scent smells a lot like Umbra. But it doesn't match enough to be her.
"DiD tHa- WaIt HoLd On….." I start taking deep breaths, "Jussst got to…." The blood begins to cool down, "Better….Did Umbra sssent you to kill me yet?"
The humanoid black dragon looks at me in confusment. "Who's Umbra? And why wo-"
I cut her off. "Nevermind, I'll take it asss a no." I look for any tattoos of black dragons. "You are not a Propugnator?"
"A what?"
" a champion. "
"A champion of….?"
" a champion of a dragon. Where your tattoo? "
"I have no idea what you are talking about and I don't have a tattoo."
"Than how do you explain why you look like that!"
"I'm a dragon anthro."
Anthros… Could have swarn to have heard of them… Native to Zekia where I'm from. Have very interesting way of mating… I shake my head "Sssorry about earlier. It wasss my blessssing. I'm Stillo and thisss isss Damian." I gesture to the… Whatever he is.
"Hyra. What was that you were fighting? It looked…kinda like you…"
I freeze… And took a deep breath. "A mimic mossst likely. Taking the form of an old aquantunccce…" Why must this tower screw me? "…Why are you here?"
"What do you mean? I was born here."
"Climbing the tower?"
She looks at me and laughs " You think I'm- Oh that's priceless! I was just visiting a friend in the next town over."
There's more than one town?
"You simple low dwellers. Do you know how hard this tower gets? The highest I ever go is in between eight and nine! My hometown!"
"Low dwelller?!" Daiman looks kindof offended …
"Doesss thisss look liike I am a low dweller?" I show her my palm.
"An outsider? Oh that's even worse! You do know once you do the ritual you can't leave right?"
"I KNOW WHAT I'M GETTING INTO!" I snap "There are ssseveral wrongs I must right!"
They both stare at me. They seem to realize that I am not here for simply fortune and glory.
"Sssorry," Trying to calm down. "I'm jussst….gah! There is no excussse for thisss! Jussst…tag along if you want, alright? An extra pair of eyesss ssshould help ssspot any danger ahead… And I could really use the help for higher floors…what do you say huh?"
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Wait actually could I change her species to a Valyan? It's something I made up. She'll look the same, but her personality is more cold.
Hyra~
I shrug.
"Sure. Why not? I've always wanted to try to get out of this place. I know almost all of the levels like the back of my hand. Occasionally the Tower thinks up so e new tricks though. Don't day I didn't warn you if we get into a bind." Stillo hisses, and I can't decide whether he's displeased or laughing.
"So, Valyan. Tell me about yourself." He crosses his arms. I smile coldly and a bit sadly.
"What is there to tell?" Stillo hisses again. Now I am pretty sure he's laughing when he does that… Damien shuffles his feet.
"For one thing, tell us about your family an your friends." Obviously, Stillo is trying to lay down some connections.
"Family? Nonexistent. They all made it out. I was used as a bare teeing peice and was left behind. Friends? None. I don't stay anywhere long enough for people to get to know me. Even in my home town, they don't even know my name. I'm just called 'Blades' there." I snarl slightly. "Children hide from me, and the stupidest juveniles who dare to challenge me at fighting often go whimpering back to their squads when I accept their challenges. The adults whisper when I pass by, and the merchants don't dare cheat me." My scowl turns into the faintest smile. "You could say I'm a bit of a loner. Truth be told, I'm not even supposed to be in this world. My mother an father were thrown into this Tower through a dimensional hiatus. Honestly, I don't know if I want to go back to their dimension anyway." Stillo and Damien stare at me.
"How are you still sane??" Damien blurts. "And I thought I had it bad in my village!" My smile broadens the tiniest bit.
"Who ever told you I was sane?" Damien steps back. "Don't worry. I do know, however, that I am not insane.
"Anyway. We should get going." I beckon with a nonchalont wave of my right hand. We start towards the far tunnel.
"So. Tell me about yourself, Stillo. From the cut on your hand I can tell you weren't born here, like me, or, as I suspect, Damien." Damien gives a start.
"How did you know that I was-"
"I've seen you around a couple times. A wor of advice if you're trying to get higher? Go the other direction whenever you feel sure that you're going the right way." Stillo hisses as Damien blushes.
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~Damien (Or Damian, I CAN'T SPELL MY CHARACTER'S NAME RIGHT SORRY)
I stay silent, blushing slightly. Shut up and sit down. Think before you speak.
Of course she would know. The will always be a reason for someone to know more than you do. Stillo and – she interrupts my train of thought and says to Stillo; "Hyra. Just Hyra." And Hyra talk while I forge on ahead. So we have a guide. Cold. Does she care about us, just feigning disinterest? Better not risk it. Don't trust her too much…. We reach the end of the room. I glance back for a moment. Already the blackness here is solidifying, turning back to the ink-like dark. Readying for another victim to stumble into this room, I bet. Seems we never really killed whatever's making the darkness. Better get out quick. Hyra smiles coldly at me, noticing me looking back. "Second thoughts?" I silently turn back and hesitate at the door. "If you know the traps well…." Why haven't you tried to get out yet? Do you need bait? Possible, she did say her family left her….. I stem the flood of thoughts and continue; "Could you possibly tell me whether there's anything behind this door?"
She shook her head. "Nope, it's pretty basic for a bit. Classic step-on-a-tile-and-you-might-die setup." She frowned for a moment. "Unfortunately, the right tiles often switch around…. It's pretty easy, though." I nod quietly and open the door – it's black, I notice, and flush against the wall, so even if I had blundered my way to it in the dark, it would be hard to find the doorknob. I pull it open, and lo and behold, another stone corridor. Lovely.
The stone is smooth here, flush against….. well…. the other stones. This was obviously more well-built than the other corridors I've been in. I wonder how many architects – how many magic-users, how many different types of magic, were used in the making of this tower…. "So… iss there a way to figure out the patternss? Or iss it just randomly made ssso that you can step wherever and get your foot blown off at random?" Stillo hissed behind me. Hyra shrugged. "It varies. Sometimes it's some complicated suduko puzzle on the tiles, sometime's it's random, sometime's it's Morse Code for 'Give Up"."I glance behind at her, not quite sure whether she's joking. Apparently not, from the cold look on her face. Or maybe she always looks this grumpy….The tiles are a light parchment-like yellow, contrasting harshly with the dark grey stones of most of the rest of the corridor. The tiles are set close together, so you wouldn't be able to sneak between them. I search in my leather pouch for a moment, pausing to give Stillo a healing potion from it, and take out a heavy bag of coins. "It's not hard to get money here. They're practically throwing it away, what with getting a dozen dollars for chorse here and there." I explain when Stillo's questioning look meets mine. Hyra snorts and tosses her head. Never let yourself into a position where you have to depend solely on her to save your life. I doubt she'd save me if I was about to die….. Then again, I know very little about her. It's possible her family leaving her and the consequence of an isolated life scarrred her. She could be as trustworthy as Stillo, for all I know. I took a handful of coins and threw them onto the tiles. But I doubt it. 'Trust to Dust' as someone I knew once said. Trust someone too much here and you'll be left bleeding, empty pockets and broken knees, in the dust. I didn't expect anything to happen, actually. A moment of silence passes. Hyra probably smiling coldly at what a fool I must look. Keep your head up, hopes down, and remember that she doesn't know anything about you. "Well, we've ruled out what doesn't work as a testing method." I say, shrugging. A dozen other ways run through my head. Possibly something heavy? But it could be enchanted to only work with people…. in which case, poking a tile with your toe and stepping back quickly could work if we're stupid enough to try it and have lighting reflexes….. Stillo reaches for his pouch – probably already thinking of another method to test the tiles with.
Just then a thunderbolt strikes the tile to my right.
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Hope that wasn't too long!
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Stillo~
Damian steps back when I shot the tile to his right. It cracks. I shoot the tile next to it. It doesn't.
Why am I not surprised?
"To anssswer your quessstion Hyra," as I continue shooting the tiles, only stopping to empty the clip inside and shake it every twelve shots. "I'm from Ladoeste, Dolado Colinas. I ssseek the Et Itero becaussse I… Have a missstake to fix…there'sss this girl I liked…Her name wasss Lyra…her voiccce makesss even the Dulceazul jealousss…I failed to sssave her…" My fire rate increases. "I've traveled, I took livesss, I even begged a black dragon to coat her teeth with her own blood and bite me in the arm ssso I can get her Fortuno…"
I stopped to laugh.
"I lacked the courage to go sssave Lyra but was willing to let a Black Dragon bite me in the arm while her teeth are covered in one of the most deadly and painful poissson jussst ssso I can sssave Lyra…Irónico, ¿no es así? I ssstill have the ssscar on my arm. If you look closssely at the tattoo…"
I continue to fire.
"I've aquired weaponry twiccce my weight, drank poissson that will guaranteed a painful death to mend my wounds -If you want to live don't drink my black potion, just a reminder- But… In the end. I failed. I failed to sssave a girl who probably doesssn't even know I exissst. So I was transssported into thisss region ssso I won't interfere… Jussst waiting for Umbra to ssstrike me down…" All the tiles have been shot. The cracked tiles spell out Fracaso…
Why must this tower mock me?
"That's my ssstory. A flavusdens who won't let go till he hasss hisss final feliz…"
I put away my gun and took a deep breath.
"We ssshould be fine now… Jussst don't ssstep on a cracked tile and you ssshould be fine…."
I took a swig from the potion Damian gave me.
"Ssso thisss isss what a normal Heath potion sssupposed to tassste like… Either I'm usssed to the tassste of Ater Draco blood or thisss tassste bland….come along now."
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Aaaaaannnnd that't all I got for today. Some midnight character development. (I should go to sleep… Wait it's now 6:46 AM? dang it!)
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@admins can you move my post to after the ‘top’ post? Thanks!!
No, I'm sorry. I don't have that power.
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I believe we are on floor 4 actually…
Stillo~
"Why am I not sssurprisssed?…."
Six gargoyles surround us as we draw our weapons. A classic trap indeed.
"When do you think you will transssform Werewolf?"
"Hopefully not today. You'll all die!"
"Maldiciones, you can't control it?" The gargoyles circle us. Waiting for our guard to drop.
"Not really…."
I sigh to myself.
"I really didn't want to put thisss to wassste but…"
I unscrewed my potion and poured half of it on thr ground. Formimg a circle around us. The Gargoyles hiss, and the two swordsmen plug their noses while Hyra looks in fear.
"What is *cough* that potion made out of?" Damian looks displeased.
"Flor Sagrada y Fruta del Demonio, but mossstly Nigrum Draco Sanguis, otherwissse known asss Black Dragon Blood." Hyra's eyes widen.
"Don't worry. I'm not taking your blood while you sssleep." I assure her. "Now everyone. Follow my lead." One was foolish enough to touch the circle and burned it's hand off. They hiss and snap at us. But they won't dare cross the circle. Just as planned.
"Let'sss sssee if they like THISSS!" I shoot one in the face and it howls in pain. It pounces at me as I throw some of the potion into it's face. It screams and soon drops dead. The others possess what just happen to their brethren.
"Now! ATTACK!"
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Can i still join? If so,
Name: Almarel Thorne
Age: 17
Gender: M
Species: Khajit
Class: Swordsman
Perks: Being a Khajit, he's very fast and can climb well. However, he's not very strong.
Skills: Sword Flurry, Medium Blocking, advanced Swordsmanship.
Bio: Eh, normal cliche treasure seeker, maybe I'll develop him a bit more as i go.
Reason for going to the Tower of Renovamen: Tweasure, young man, Tweasure.
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Sure you can still join. Character approved.
Though at this point we now have four swordsmen (Aspen where are you?)
And only one rogue and one magic gunman.
So I'm sorry to say this but Catsclaw will have the last swordsman. Anyone else who still wants to join must choose another class.
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
Huzrah nu, kul do od, wah aan bok lingrah vod
Ahrk fin tey, boziik fun, do fin gein!
Wo lost fron wah ney dov
Ahrk fin reyliik do jul
Voth aan suleyk wah ronit faal krein
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah
Do ved viing ko fin krah
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!
Alduin, feyn do jun
Kruziik vokun staadnau
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein!
Nuz aan sul, fent alok
Fod fin vul dovah nok
Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz!
Paaz Keizaal fen kos stin nol bein Alduin jot!
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal(I'm sorry, I'm a fan of Skyrim)
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Actually, i think i'll switch to Rogue.
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Actually, i think i'll switch to Rogue.
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Alright then
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