Dias
Fenrir
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Participants:
Name: Ansgar Ambrose Skollsgard
Player: Dias
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
Name: Jonalai Lekraa
Player: Nirarekdan
Gender: Female
Species: Helltouched
Name: Rend (Leo Bandaruk)
Player: Tearen the Absol
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
Name: Shari
Player: .:Faithless:.
Gender: Female
Species: Helltouched
Name: Chi Novastra
Player: AmazingChi
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
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Location: Southern Denmark
The winds were blistering. The sky was nothing but a crepuscular haze, completely distorted by dark clouds that had drifted in at nightfall and now hung in omnipotence, shielding the earth from star and moon alike. Snow had fallen earlier and the ground was dusted with it; not much, perhaps a half an inch of it, softy and powdery. As the blasts of wind shot down the street they turned up only old newspapers and aluminum cans, scattering them into gutters and the sides of weathered old buildings. An old car sat about fifty feet ahead, its tires long since shredded, its windows broken. The green compact sat at an angle, its left wheels jarred down into the old crumbled curb and into storm drains. The snow had fallen lightly on it and showed no disruption in its settlement. No lights on the porches of the houses that flanked the street were on; the only illumination was sporadic, coming from a bent streetlight, flickering in silent desperation. The howling air was the sovereign ruler of sound here. This town was deserted.
Ansgar treaded down the street, unworried about the tracks he was leaving. He couldn’t tell whether or not this town had been the site of a human-Helltouched battle or if it had simply been raided by the netherspawn but either way, it had happened some time ago. His tracks were the only ones in the area and the silence spoke well enough of the death and the time that had rotted here. He passed the streetlight and it flickered at him, almost as if it were pleading for help. He eyed it carefully and noted that it was bent about twelve feet up. Far too high for a car to have hit it, and the only car he had seen was a stone’s throw away, and without damage to its front. It flickered again.
“What are you trying to tell me…” he muttered, his voice a low rasp, tinted with the air of a question though he was speaking to himself. He touched the post and it was cold, as he expected, but also dirty. There was a trace amount of mud on the lower part of it. The white-haired Helltouched took a step back, looked back the way he came, and slowly set his eyes on a path down the street to the lamppost, up it, and then back down. He walked to a new point, ten feet away from the streetlight, knelt down, and carefully brushed away some of the snow that had accrued there. Beneath it, there was a footprint.
He briskly moved from that location back to the streetlight, looked up again at the bend, and his eyes followed a new arc a few feet away, and when be distorted the snow there he saw drops of blood, freshly stained on the concrete beneath. A low growl that came from above was just the audible conformation of his assessment.
Ansgar stood and straightened and look up to see another Helltouched standing on the building before him. He was a large one, seven feet perhaps, well muscled with the shortest of dark hair on his squared skull. Two horns, black and curved forward, extended from his temples and his eyes flashed red. He also noticed the soul shard embedded in the man’s shin.
“This is my territory,” he said. “I do not accept intruders.” He pointed a single large finger down at Ansgar.
“I didn’t request you to,” Ansgar replied. He quickly took his gun from his side and pointed it at the Helltouched. Or, at least, to the place he had been standing a second before. He is swift… he thought as he ducked and turned, just dodging a blow aimed for the back of his skull. He fell into a back-stepping routine, turning away form the blows as they came out at him as the enemy Helltouched pressed the attack. He took note after a few swings that the foe was slowing and putting more distance between them, and then he remembered the streetlight and understood why.
The Helltouched leapt and the soul shard in his shin flashed brightly for a split-second. He drew his fist back in mid-air and light energy swirled around it. Ansgar threw himself forward and rolled as his enemy came down where he had just been standing, driving into the ground with his energized fist and leaving a crater with a two-foot diameter in it.
“Impressive,” Ansgar offered him. “See what I can do.” Ansgar began to channel his power through him, drawing from the soul shard, and began to utilize it. He aimed for the snow, easier for him than pulling vapor out of the air.
“Stand still? Clearly your demon stone was a bottom feeder in hell,” laughed the other Helltouched. “Though I will gladly send you back!”
“I’m afraid you are mistaken. You’ve made your last threat on this planet.” Ansgar held his hand at his side, waiting to give the command.
“I’ll break your fucking neck!” the enemy roared. He channeled his power again and began his charge. To steps into it, Ansgar flourished his wrist upwards and two semi-transparent, crescent-shaped blades of energized water vapor burst out of the snow, sweeping through the enemy’s legs and up to his arms. They cleaved through his flesh and bone effortlessly, his demonically-enhanced skin proving to be nor more resilient than a normal man’s as it parted before the attack. Blood spray arced out of each wound and lapped the snow as his limbs fell away, severed from his torso. The Helltouched roared in pain and fell helplessly to the ground.
“You won’t be breaking anything with no arms or legs,” Ansgar told him as he walked to the fallen warrior. Blood was streaming steadily from his wounds, staining the snow-cloaked ground around him a dark pink that seeped out to constantly cover a larger area. The Helltouched groaned but mostly his brain had shut itself off to the pain by now, only realized it was about to die. “You couldn’t have been the one to turn this place into a ghost town… No, you probably just came across it and settled here. You’re body is so soft I don’t think a group of humans would have had a difficult time stopping you. Granted, my attack is stronger when pulled from snow since the molecules are so much stronger already… Ah, I suppose it doesn’t matter at this point.” He rose his hand and a blade of concentrated vapor hovered above him.
“Death suits you.” Ansgar sent the blade plunging through the Helltouched’s throat, and what little blood his body had left oozed out from that wound as the slashing vapor dispersed back into the air.
“To think I came from the same stock as him,” Ansgar mused. He stepped over the mutilated corpse and continued walking and, remembering the difficulty of his last fight, wasn’t so disappointed at the reprieve that this one had turned out to be.
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Right now there isn’t a developed plot as such - that is, no Starting Point A and Ending Point B to get to and from. It’s rather freeform right now, get a feel for your characters, interact with the world and such. As things progress more central and obvious storylines will show themselves but for now its more or less do as thou wilt (in keeping with the rules of course). The rules of course being general forum and RPG rules which can be found stickied at the top of this forum so I won’t bother explaining what I’m sure everyone knows anyway. If you have any questions, feel free to post them as an out of character addition to an in-character post (such as this), but please do not post anything that is 100% out of character. If you want to know if something you plan on doing would do something that could possible mess up something plot related (not that that should be any problem right now, but later on) feel free to PM me and ask. If you have any other questions regarding the world, powers, plotlines, or anything, PM me and I’ll be happy to answer.
Also remember, as per the rules, this has been marked as a R-rated RPG and avoiding the profanity filter is allowed in your posts.
Also, posts should generally be two paragraphs long (I’ll say 200 words) at minimum. I don’t want to see any one line posts in here. If your posts are too short I’ll give you a warning, but beyond that it will be ejection from the game if it happens more. I don’t want to seem too restrictive by putting numbers to it, but I find it to be a good general baseline that makes for developed posts that shows the actions, progress, and development of your character in a way everyone else can see and understand.
When posting, please include the location of your character in the beginning (as I have done above). This doesn’t have to be anything specific as most towns and such are gone or destroyed or otherwise not the towns we know. A general region/country and location within that country (western, northern, southern, eastern, central, et cetera) will suffice.
Finally, when interacting with other players, it would be a good idea in the beginning to PM each other first. This RPG spans the entire planet, so characters can be anywhere; we don’t start in the same place or anything. You can travel to wherever you want, keeping in mind that going places will elicit certain reactions. If you’re a ravaging Helltouched that walks into London, you will probably get destroyed, for example. Like I said, though, plotlines will appear soon, which will work to bring characters together, as RPGs are interactive, after all.
I think that is everything. Depending on how things I work I may look into making a Discussion Thread for this RPG though as of now I’d rather just see if things an run well enough with private messages and questions here as far as discussion goes.
Enjoy.
Sins of the Flesh
Participants:
Name: Ansgar Ambrose Skollsgard
Player: Dias
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
Name: Jonalai Lekraa
Player: Nirarekdan
Gender: Female
Species: Helltouched
Name: Rend (Leo Bandaruk)
Player: Tearen the Absol
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
Name: Shari
Player: .:Faithless:.
Gender: Female
Species: Helltouched
Name: Chi Novastra
Player: AmazingChi
Gender: Male
Species: Helltouched
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Location: Southern Denmark
The winds were blistering. The sky was nothing but a crepuscular haze, completely distorted by dark clouds that had drifted in at nightfall and now hung in omnipotence, shielding the earth from star and moon alike. Snow had fallen earlier and the ground was dusted with it; not much, perhaps a half an inch of it, softy and powdery. As the blasts of wind shot down the street they turned up only old newspapers and aluminum cans, scattering them into gutters and the sides of weathered old buildings. An old car sat about fifty feet ahead, its tires long since shredded, its windows broken. The green compact sat at an angle, its left wheels jarred down into the old crumbled curb and into storm drains. The snow had fallen lightly on it and showed no disruption in its settlement. No lights on the porches of the houses that flanked the street were on; the only illumination was sporadic, coming from a bent streetlight, flickering in silent desperation. The howling air was the sovereign ruler of sound here. This town was deserted.
Ansgar treaded down the street, unworried about the tracks he was leaving. He couldn’t tell whether or not this town had been the site of a human-Helltouched battle or if it had simply been raided by the netherspawn but either way, it had happened some time ago. His tracks were the only ones in the area and the silence spoke well enough of the death and the time that had rotted here. He passed the streetlight and it flickered at him, almost as if it were pleading for help. He eyed it carefully and noted that it was bent about twelve feet up. Far too high for a car to have hit it, and the only car he had seen was a stone’s throw away, and without damage to its front. It flickered again.
“What are you trying to tell me…” he muttered, his voice a low rasp, tinted with the air of a question though he was speaking to himself. He touched the post and it was cold, as he expected, but also dirty. There was a trace amount of mud on the lower part of it. The white-haired Helltouched took a step back, looked back the way he came, and slowly set his eyes on a path down the street to the lamppost, up it, and then back down. He walked to a new point, ten feet away from the streetlight, knelt down, and carefully brushed away some of the snow that had accrued there. Beneath it, there was a footprint.
He briskly moved from that location back to the streetlight, looked up again at the bend, and his eyes followed a new arc a few feet away, and when be distorted the snow there he saw drops of blood, freshly stained on the concrete beneath. A low growl that came from above was just the audible conformation of his assessment.
Ansgar stood and straightened and look up to see another Helltouched standing on the building before him. He was a large one, seven feet perhaps, well muscled with the shortest of dark hair on his squared skull. Two horns, black and curved forward, extended from his temples and his eyes flashed red. He also noticed the soul shard embedded in the man’s shin.
“This is my territory,” he said. “I do not accept intruders.” He pointed a single large finger down at Ansgar.
“I didn’t request you to,” Ansgar replied. He quickly took his gun from his side and pointed it at the Helltouched. Or, at least, to the place he had been standing a second before. He is swift… he thought as he ducked and turned, just dodging a blow aimed for the back of his skull. He fell into a back-stepping routine, turning away form the blows as they came out at him as the enemy Helltouched pressed the attack. He took note after a few swings that the foe was slowing and putting more distance between them, and then he remembered the streetlight and understood why.
The Helltouched leapt and the soul shard in his shin flashed brightly for a split-second. He drew his fist back in mid-air and light energy swirled around it. Ansgar threw himself forward and rolled as his enemy came down where he had just been standing, driving into the ground with his energized fist and leaving a crater with a two-foot diameter in it.
“Impressive,” Ansgar offered him. “See what I can do.” Ansgar began to channel his power through him, drawing from the soul shard, and began to utilize it. He aimed for the snow, easier for him than pulling vapor out of the air.
“Stand still? Clearly your demon stone was a bottom feeder in hell,” laughed the other Helltouched. “Though I will gladly send you back!”
“I’m afraid you are mistaken. You’ve made your last threat on this planet.” Ansgar held his hand at his side, waiting to give the command.
“I’ll break your fucking neck!” the enemy roared. He channeled his power again and began his charge. To steps into it, Ansgar flourished his wrist upwards and two semi-transparent, crescent-shaped blades of energized water vapor burst out of the snow, sweeping through the enemy’s legs and up to his arms. They cleaved through his flesh and bone effortlessly, his demonically-enhanced skin proving to be nor more resilient than a normal man’s as it parted before the attack. Blood spray arced out of each wound and lapped the snow as his limbs fell away, severed from his torso. The Helltouched roared in pain and fell helplessly to the ground.
“You won’t be breaking anything with no arms or legs,” Ansgar told him as he walked to the fallen warrior. Blood was streaming steadily from his wounds, staining the snow-cloaked ground around him a dark pink that seeped out to constantly cover a larger area. The Helltouched groaned but mostly his brain had shut itself off to the pain by now, only realized it was about to die. “You couldn’t have been the one to turn this place into a ghost town… No, you probably just came across it and settled here. You’re body is so soft I don’t think a group of humans would have had a difficult time stopping you. Granted, my attack is stronger when pulled from snow since the molecules are so much stronger already… Ah, I suppose it doesn’t matter at this point.” He rose his hand and a blade of concentrated vapor hovered above him.
“Death suits you.” Ansgar sent the blade plunging through the Helltouched’s throat, and what little blood his body had left oozed out from that wound as the slashing vapor dispersed back into the air.
“To think I came from the same stock as him,” Ansgar mused. He stepped over the mutilated corpse and continued walking and, remembering the difficulty of his last fight, wasn’t so disappointed at the reprieve that this one had turned out to be.
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Right now there isn’t a developed plot as such - that is, no Starting Point A and Ending Point B to get to and from. It’s rather freeform right now, get a feel for your characters, interact with the world and such. As things progress more central and obvious storylines will show themselves but for now its more or less do as thou wilt (in keeping with the rules of course). The rules of course being general forum and RPG rules which can be found stickied at the top of this forum so I won’t bother explaining what I’m sure everyone knows anyway. If you have any questions, feel free to post them as an out of character addition to an in-character post (such as this), but please do not post anything that is 100% out of character. If you want to know if something you plan on doing would do something that could possible mess up something plot related (not that that should be any problem right now, but later on) feel free to PM me and ask. If you have any other questions regarding the world, powers, plotlines, or anything, PM me and I’ll be happy to answer.
Also remember, as per the rules, this has been marked as a R-rated RPG and avoiding the profanity filter is allowed in your posts.
Also, posts should generally be two paragraphs long (I’ll say 200 words) at minimum. I don’t want to see any one line posts in here. If your posts are too short I’ll give you a warning, but beyond that it will be ejection from the game if it happens more. I don’t want to seem too restrictive by putting numbers to it, but I find it to be a good general baseline that makes for developed posts that shows the actions, progress, and development of your character in a way everyone else can see and understand.
When posting, please include the location of your character in the beginning (as I have done above). This doesn’t have to be anything specific as most towns and such are gone or destroyed or otherwise not the towns we know. A general region/country and location within that country (western, northern, southern, eastern, central, et cetera) will suffice.
Finally, when interacting with other players, it would be a good idea in the beginning to PM each other first. This RPG spans the entire planet, so characters can be anywhere; we don’t start in the same place or anything. You can travel to wherever you want, keeping in mind that going places will elicit certain reactions. If you’re a ravaging Helltouched that walks into London, you will probably get destroyed, for example. Like I said, though, plotlines will appear soon, which will work to bring characters together, as RPGs are interactive, after all.
I think that is everything. Depending on how things I work I may look into making a Discussion Thread for this RPG though as of now I’d rather just see if things an run well enough with private messages and questions here as far as discussion goes.
Enjoy.