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AngryCacti

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  1. AngryCacti

    Ruin has come to Ashville

    Aye aye captain! OoHh thinGS are GETting STARTED!!!
  2. AngryCacti

    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    Oh wow I’ve really been screwing it up. I’ve been saying it at “Vahl-loo-cree 😅
  3. AngryCacti

    Ruin has come to Ashville

    The horror of the unnamable entity before them tore at the fabric of sanity with claws of madness and fear. Malcom had long stopped listening to the great web. It’s erratic patterns and frantic undulations offered no help beyond drawing attention to the cities plight. He let it fade into the background until it was no more than a low buzz beneath his feet. Therefore, upon entering this chamber, it took an embarrassing amount of time before Malcom realized why the very fibers of this terrible room felt so wrong and alien. It was quiet. It wasn’t quiet in the sense of sound. He listened mutely as Raegar stepped in front of the Thing and spoke to the party. He could hear the sounds of the young as they feasted on Its flesh. He could hear the mechanical throb of machinery. The air was stale and tasted of rot. No, it wasn’t quiet in that way. It was quiet because the fate lines that twisted around the city had finally stopped. They were inside the epicenter now and the true realization that there was no going back was plastered in strawberry gore over the walls of this hellscape Malcom turned his head slowly to listen to Jet. “If Raegar has been following this-“ his eyes narrowed as the word he was looking for slipped away “- thing for as long as he says he has, then perhaps it will not be as simple as striking it with a few weapons. It may be in our best interest to trap It here while we dispatch the young. I suggest fire. Aygis,” he looked at the kobold. She had no control over her fear and was therefor unpredictable. He saw no reason for her to be entrusted with anything on the front line. “You did some sort of magic earlier. Could you do something to keep Its young off of us while we attack?” Malcom knew Jet would be able in any task as long as he did not have a sudden change of demeanor. Raegar seemed level headed enough to deal with It. That left only Archmaic. The unnaturally glowing robes and the staff were reasonable enough cause to believe that he possessed some magical talent beyond summoning a blade. He seemed more controlled than Aygis so the choice was obvious to Malcom for whom he would rather fight next to. “You,” he turned to the mage. “What can you do? Unless someone has a hidden talent they would like to share, you will have to hold that Thing here while we kill it.” None of them were trustworthy. He knew that as he talked to them. He would place Raegar next to him for he fully expected a betrayal. Jet he would keep away. Perhaps he would have the alien flank the Thing. He knew little about Jet and that made him unpredictable. He knew less about Archmaic, but it would be better to keep that one close. His lack of visible weaponry led Malcom to believe that he would be more vulnerable at a sort range. Most magic users he had fought before had been. Aygis could not be trusted. She would get herself killed and they would be down an asset.
  4. AngryCacti

    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    Yeah! Thanks for kicking my ass 😆
  5. AngryCacti

    To Die in the Streets like a Dog

    Whatever it was that was making the noise was enough to deter the fire king’s attention away from her. Cerin heard the yelling and flinched, expecting it to be the last thing she ever heard. Feurerkönig sprang into action against the new force and Cerin felt relief so strong she almost laughed aloud. Quickly and quietly she felt along the wall and found a corner. She could hear the sound of metal and stone colliding in cookie time crashes from down the street but she dare not stay to find out what it was. With her hand on the wall, she picked her way through an alley, hugging the sides of the buildings for protection. She expected any moment now for her escape to be discovered. She pushed onwards, twisting through narrow streets and broken lanes. She prayed that she was not just going in circles. The ghosts were returning now. Few spoke directly to her, most instead fading into a low ethereal murmur in the air. The ones that did address the necromancer were newly shaken by the fight and their words were pleas for comfort and rest. She could not help them. Behind her, the sounds of battle warped, echoing through the deserted city. Cerin was lucky to leave with her life.
  6. AngryCacti

    To Die in the Streets like a Dog

    Cerin’s hair whipped past her face as she ran. She was no longer thinking, just acting. There was no caution anymore. If she slowed, she died. If she fell, she died. The alley seemed to be going straight. In the sheltered streets, what little light she could see was useless in the moment of adrenaline and fear. She had been so stupid to blindly assume she would be capable of winning this fight. Stay quiet, be unseen: she was never very good at following those rules. She should have known the minute he stepped foot in the city. The ghosts had tried to warn her and she ignored them. He wouldn’t care if she thought she was doing the right thing. When had standing up to someone stronger than her ever worked in her favor? Death would be indifferent to her struggles. When she hit the wall, her world went white. The woman was still on the ground, stunned, when Feurerkönig appeared once more. Too used to relying on the help of dead navigators, she had ran without thought. She reached and began feeling the wall, desperately searching for a corner or a door or something to help her. Her fingers dug into the rough stonework to pull herself up. Blood was trickling down from a cut in her forehead. Her spell had long since faded. It was torn away from her as the fire king had torn through the undead in the streets like they were nothing. Cerin heard it first. It was the sound of something large moving deliberately towards her. At first she thought it was the pursuing monster, but it was too big. She could feel each footstep through the stone in her hands. That was all the time she had before He was there. She felt like a mouse being baited and then let go by a cat, only to be pounced on once more. There was nowhere for her to run. Nowhere to hide. Then, a house far down the street burst outward in a shower of bricks. Heavy chains rattled and clanked together as the head of a chain golem walked through the city in pursuit of something to destroy. Dust and debris rained about it as it stomped towards the source of the fire, slowly yet with an unstoppable force. Any undead that Feurerkönig had not destroyed were decimated by the hulking golem.
  7. AngryCacti

    very confused, and full with even more questions!

    Hi! Welcome to Valucre! It’s nice to see that you’ve already jumped right in. To answer your first question, yes there are certain rps that permanently effect your character. Any role play that is submitted to be canon is permanent. Not all role plays are canon though. You get to decide if those rps make a permanent mark on your character or not. There are a lot of similarities and differences between this and dnd. You will find the world building, community, and some forms of role playing very similar. However, unlike dnd, there are very few official rules for how to conduct your rp. The rules and regulations tend to differ from story to story depending on who you are rping with. You’re writing a story with another person. Secondly, it is absolutely okay to start off with powers. Mild powers is there to ensure that we don’t all have the ability to blow up a city block with one goku sized post. Most items are okay as well as long as they adhere to mild powers. A good rule of thumb when giving your character powers is to remember that a character who has everything has no need to work with others. And lastly, check out our wonderful Water Cooler! If you want to start an rp, it’s a great idea to put up an “ad” for it in the water cooler for people to see. If you would like to join, check out the interest checks for rps that people have posted and let them know you want to rp. Thank you and enjoy your flight aboard Valucre Airlines. :)
  8. AngryCacti

    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    *strums guitar seductively* would you like to hear the song of my people? *a thousand anguished students scream from all ends of the campus in a unified, ear splitting, soul rendering screech.* Thank you.
  9. AngryCacti

    Ruin has come to Ashville

    1.) gross 2.) awesome. I love how much you’ve put into building all this.
  10. AngryCacti

    To Die in the Streets like a Dog

    The all consuming fire burnt away any warning she may have had as it exploded and washed over her in a searing heat. It collided with the building she was in and the already charred walls lit up in flame and smoke. The grey light of the city became red hot, bright and terrible. Pain. Then the smell of burning hair and smoke. The elf woman cringed away from the flaming walls. Her dress was smoldering and the ends of her hair were smoking. The arm she had used to shield her face was red and blistered. There was too much noise, too much happening around her for her to escape. No amount of turning offered any solution. She had been a fool to think she could make a difference. He had destroyed her soldiers like they were nothing. The ghosts were gone. There was no escaping the horror that she faced. She hugged her sides and bent over her crossed arms, murmuring something akin to a prayer. It was in the same unearthly language as her spells but this verse took a pleading tone. The fire writhed around her. Her words rang through their crackling. Smoke filled her lungs until she could no longer chant but cough, choking on ashy air between words as she stumbled back away from the door. To leave that way meant death. Time slowed to a crawl when He entered the room. Cerin knew he was there almost before he said anything. The ravenous flames snapped and roared at her heels but she did not stop chanting. She could not stop. He was near. It took a Herculean effort to stand and face him without running. He spoke one word in common. Just one was enough to make the fire seem cold. Beg. She bared her teeth through the smoke and turned. Her dress flapped about her like brown wings as her feet pounded against the cool stone floor. Cerin ran faster than she ever had towards the back wall. Faster. She turned her shoulder and braced for impact. Faster. If he thought she would sit quietly and wait for her demise, he was wrong. The structure of the building was weak already and further damaged by his fire. She felt the heat of the fire rush past her a moment before the impact. Wood splintered and cracked. Cool air rushed inside as she burst through the rotted, burning timbers of the wall.
  11. AngryCacti

    To Die in the Streets like a Dog

    The bones of her undead collapsed across the ground. She felt the cold presence of one remaining ghost at her ear. “Run,” it whispered before fading. Cerin could not understand her opponent. She did not need to. She could feel his heavy footsteps through the ground and hear the scraping of metal against stone. She heard the power in his voice and she knew what he would do to her if he caught her. She stood in one swift motion and fled, stumbling over uneven ground. “This way, this way,” they called from the dark streets. As she retreated she brought her hands together beneath her chin. Exclaiming a command, she pushed her palms outward and down. Where the fire giant walked became the target of a sudden rush of small bones and organic bits. They attempted to snake together and entangle the legs of Feurerkönig. They were brittle and easily broken but it was all she had. She did not turn to hear if it had worked but kept moving. “Turn here. Turn here. Turn here,” they urged. She gave herself to their whispers and let herself be guided by them. “Watch out,” whispered the smallest of voices. She threw her arms out in time to catch herself against the splintered remains of a burned wooden structure. The rotted wood snapped beneath her and she pitched forward, falling hard onto her arms. “Get up. Get up.” This was not how this was supposed to happen. Fear bound her chest and stole her breath. Matted hair swung aside to reveal a web of scars, violent white slashes across unseeing eyes. “It is not for you,” she hissed at him.
  12. AngryCacti

    Ruin has come to Ashville

    This is some HP Lovecraft style shenanigans and I love it.
  13. AngryCacti

    To Die in the Streets like a Dog

    “He is here,” they cried, the ever singing choir. “He is here,” whispered the ghosts of those who could not yet leave. “He is here,” murmured the children who would never play again. “He is fire. He is fear.” Cold mist swirled around bare feet and a tattered hem. A figure of rags kneeled in the city. The broken stone around her reverberated with the power of her words as she chanted in a tongue that no longer existed in this world. It was an art she great pleasure in. On and on went the dismal song until even the pebbles sang as she passed, vibrating against the ground with such intensity that their clatter echoed down empty streets and turned the heads of the empty undead. It was her duty to help the ones of this city. She could hear their cries even now. Disasters like whispernight left more than just tragedy in their wake. They created short, violent ends to a living community that was not designed to weather such hardship. Cities had a life of their own that lived and died with their people, but when a city was not allowed a natural death, it’s people felt the blow a hundredfold times. Each undead she passed was a testament to their pain and her failure to relive it. It was her duty to protect and serve the ones that remained by any means necessary, but this Thing would stop that. He would burn and destroy and nothing would stop him, they sang. He was here and she was ready. She felt his heat before he arrived. The children fled first then the spirits of the trapped. She cross legged in front of a dry fountain in what had once been a plaza. Once it had been home to a market. Now it held only crumbled ruins atop weed filled, cracked cobblestones. Let him come to her. The choir sang until his flames licked the air where they hung and they too fled, shrieking in discordant harmony. Her chant reached a crescendo until, with shout, she slammed her palms into the ground, and was silent. She was still while she waited for Feuerkönig. She brought her hands to her lap and simply stared in the direction of the fire king. The rubble behind her began to shift and crash to the ground. An emaciated arm burst through the stones. Two corpses dragged themselves out of the debris. One was missing part of its skull and the other clutched a bronze short sword. They stepped into line behind her and chattered their teeth. A moment later a large dog slunk into the space and stepped in front of the woman. It’s flesh was rotted and putrified but it bared it’s teeth in a silent snarl. “My name is Cerin,” she addressed the king with a courage that did not match the pounding of her heart. “You are not welcome here.” The undeads stepped forward to flank her as the woman’s head raised for the first time. She gestured and all three bodies slid into aggressive stances at her command. “Leave now before more blood is spilt.”
  14. AngryCacti

    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    The default rules work just fine for me. (MOBS, right?) Are you setting up the thread?
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