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  1. Frostbinder

    The Red Festival (Dangerous Party)

    I’m perfectly open to have my fornicating be interrupted. However, I’m going to be really pissed afterwards by the false advertisements on Dredge’s flyers.
  2. Frostbinder

    The Red Festival (Open)

    "As beautiful as you are, I won't hesitate to spill blood. May it be mine or yours." “Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary,” she curled her lip, soft insistent footsteps gradually bringing the pair between a pair of walls. It was a small dark spot, where nobody could see them unless they really tried. They could’ve done a lot of things in there. She pressed Rafael’s back into the wall gently. “As for what I wish to accomplish,” she peered out of the cranny, making sure no one was in earshot. After a few head swipes, she turned back to Rafael. “You clearly aren’t one of them. Why are you here?” Her eyes weren’t malicious, and neither was she. She was genuinely curious. But before he could answer, a flaming monkey leaped past them, setting the nearby tents ablaze. Whatever had happened, the crowd had gone quite mad because of it. Several creatures charged past the opening of their little hideout, weapons drawn to slay the primate. Two goblins carried along a barrel of water which they hurled onto the tent, dousing the flames and whoever was fornicating inside. There was a blur of movements before one of the goblins stopped and stared straight at the pair. He raised an accusing finger, pointing shakily at them. “HUMANS!!!!!” Several heads were turned. Then, the monsters advanced upon Ardella and Rafael. @LightningBolt The walls of the room shook with the sudden explosion. The child in there with him now lay dead at Dionysus’ feet, his throat cleanly slit open. His duty to his country came first. Nobody could know that Antigone had set foot in Dredge’s territory. Before leaving the room, he made sure to configure his ogre disguise once more. The hulking mass of flesh around him was a one-way collapsible mirror, visible only from the outside. But from within, he saw everything. The monkeys, the fire, the corpses – and smack in the middle of it all, a swordsman. His visual feed began to run facial recognition, but whoever it was had their back facing him. He couldn’t tell who it was, what they were, or whether they were male or female. All of those mattered, but they would be of little significance if he was the next on the swordman’s list of victims. So he followed; large lumbering ogre steps leaving hardly a sound. After all, he was putting very little body weight onto a massive surface area. As he walked, he had his ogre disguise pick up the largest piece of wood that he could find. It would serve as a suitable weapon for his disguise’s intelligence. He saw her now. It was a she. He silently prayed that she wouldn’t turn around, although if she did, the surprise at seeing an ogre standing there like an idiot watching her would probably cause her to hesitate before attacking. He was a diplomat first, and a gentleman second. Whoever this party crasher was, Dionysus hoped that they had manners. It would be to their advantage to work together against a common enemy. It was at this moment that a massive dragon ploughed into the field from a blind spot. Somehow, Dionysus had not seen him, and he had not seen Dionysus. But whatever the situation was, the dragon was now upon her. His immediate reaction was to duck behind a wall, evading notice for as remotely long as possible. At a point, he would step in. But whichever side he chose to help was dependent on his assessment of them first. @The Alexandrian @Bureku The situation was quite dramatic. Ochigo understood the priorities and concerns of being a leader to a certain degree. Perhaps his little show of power had been insufficient. If he wanted in, he would have to do much better than he did so now. Lifting his halberd from the ground, he scooped up a piece of canvas and stuck it to his blade; what appeared to be a bloody gauntleted handprint on paper. Some monsters had risen to Dredge’s call. Some still hesitated. Ochigo knew how he could help. Slamming the base of his halberd into the ground once again, he called upon his ghouls, which immediately snapped away from the food and ran towards him. As if on cue, a flaming monkey leaped over the heads of several of the creatures gathered around them. In a split second, the blade of Ochigo’s halberd found its place in the primate’s abdomen. The monkey screamed as its intestines spilled all over his bloodied weapon. Now, he had gotten the attention of the crowd. With fast, energetic strides, he walked through the crowd, which readily parted for him now, raising the canvas high into the air like a flag. His ghouls followed along, lurching forwards hungrily like a pack of dogs. Ochigo could hear murmurs to admiration. People began to follow behind him. This was the tipping point Dredge needed, and he would give it to him to show his loyalty. “TO BATTLE!!!!!” he roared with a ferocity that only an experienced warrior would have, his strides turning to bounds as he charged towards the raging fires. His ghouls shrieked, breaking off to chase down the monkeys that had managed to flank around them. As he did, Ochigo heard footsteps behind him. Many many footsteps. He grinned in satisfaction. @Dredge
  3. Frostbinder

    The Red Festival (Open)

    “What if I don’t want to look away?” her eyes followed him as he resumed a vertical position after kissing her hand. This one had manners. That was a good sign. “You may call me Ardella. What is your name?” she asked, her hand follow his to his hip, the other taking a place on his shoulder. Rafael might’ve been alarmed, had she not done so as delicately as she did. Her palms wrapped into a gentle caress across his shoulder blade. She bit her lip as she did so, putting one foot forward in a ballroom dancing stance. This wasn’t the right time, nor place, but when ever was, right? @LightningBolt A large ogre pushed its way into the feeding zone. It roared at one of the ghouls, frightening it away. It then proceeded to snatch up one of the children, walking away to one of the fornicating rooms. The child screamed in terror all the way. When the ogre entered, he made sure to lock the door and the double door behind that door. Then, he set the child down, and his entire body began to shimmer. The illusion fell, and Agent Dionysus put a finger over his lips. The child stared at him in what was now bewilderment and fear. He approached the child gently, sliding a pad out of his pocket and pressing it to the child’s awkwardly twisted knees. The pad proceeded to wrap around his knees quickly, cutting off the nerve circulation and snapping them back into place. The child felt nothing. The numbing sensation went away, and the pads expanded to give full mobility support. It was rare for Antigone to render aid to outsiders. But this was a special case. “I’m Jack. I’m one of the good guys, don’t be scared, okay?” he put a hand on the child’s shoulder reassuringly, bending onto one knee to look him eye to eye. “I’m looking for another kid who might be one of your friends. I need your help to find her.”
  4. Frostbinder

    The Red Festival (Dangerous Party)

    Your character looks cool. Is he a good guy or a bad guy?
  5. Frostbinder

    The Red Festival (Open)

    The death knight weaved through the crowd, followed by his entourage of about a dozen living corpses. Long, impatient steps brought him to the front of the crowd, an aura of death sending most in his way reeling in disgust. His armor covered every inch of skin that his body could have, even his face. On his helmet, two slits were made for his glowing white eyes. In his right hand, he trailed a three-meter halberd, its tip glowing bright red. Even among villains, the knight knew that his kind was not welcome. Some of his ghouls had once been members of the other races that stood around him. But even surrounded by what could potentially have been his enemies, he remained unfazed. Dredge, the man of the night, would find far more use in him than he would any other. As the front of the crowd parted, the knight unleashed his ghouls upon the corpses. The ravenous creatures fed hungrily, pushing away any others who wanted their own fair share. A tussle began between an orc and one of the ghouls. The knight spared them no care. If the orc won, he would’ve earned his right to feast. As his creatures dominated the feeding field, the knight got down onto one knee, bowing his head in submission to the man of the night: Dredge. “My lord. Let this be a day when I, Ochigo, pledge my allegiance to you.” For now, this name meant nothing. It had always meant nothing. But this was the day when the Death Knight would finally have something bigger than himself to pursue. A system to climb. A role. A purpose. And if Dredge wasn’t sufficiently impressed with him, he would be soon. Still kneeling on the ground, one would see tendrils of blackness shoot out from Ochigo’s back, waving about like tentacles. At the bidding of his will, each of the tentacles shot towards the nearest corpse on the ground, filling them with dark energy. The corpses began to convulse, struggling to fight out whatever conscience was still within those bodies. At last, all was still. And then the bodies stood up. Four more ghouls to add to his horde, each fresh, with blood still dripping down their torsos, sharp teeth gleaming hungrily. The knight rose to his feet, planting the butt of his halberd into the ground in front of him. Both of his hands rose now, clasping around the pole of the weapon. “Sensei, will you take me?” @Dredge Skirting around the edges of the action, Ochigo’s associate had her reservations about diving in head first. Ardella observed the Warlord with a comical intensity. After her reanimation, only one of her elven eyes had retained its capability. But in cases like this, one eye would be enough. She observed Dredge’s neck for beads of sweat, looking for the slightest form of weakness. She frowned. This man was confident. He was a conqueror. He knew exactly what to do and how to get along doing it. And that made him dangerous. She was so captivated by his charisma that she failed to register her surroundings, walking face first into Rafael. At that moment, she was snapped back into reality. Reeling away, she brought her hands up in front of her defensively. “I’m so sorry-“ she looked up at Rafael and was consequently surprised. Bare-chested, and looking much more presentable than anything else was, this one was clearly different from the rest of the scum. She remembered what her master had instructed her before she left. As much as she hated the idea, this would be a better opportunity than any other that could possibly present. She didn’t even have to force it. The words rolled naturally off her tongue as she stared dreamily towards him. “Wow... You are gorgeous…” @LightningBolt
  6. Frostbinder

    Library Zone OOC

    I was actually putting the post order back into place. If you observe, Kitty has only 4/5 required posts to interact with the guardian. Not that it is significant. Regardless, the initial post order has been: Frostbinder KittyVonCupcake Supernal (if applicable) So yes, I will be sticking to the post order, but I will be sticking to the original post order 🙂
  7. Frostbinder

    The TOWER - Library Redux [closed]

    The guardian would find himself charging straight under her, having not taken into account her sudden elevation. As for the row of shards that had been redirected back to her, they were merely pierced and reflected back by the waves that came after them. She was somewhat impressed that the creature still stood after her initial attack. It was a pleasant surprise. Something of this degree of durability would make an excellent servant. But as of now, Aberr didn’t work for her. As such, he had to be vanquished. Fanning her arms outwards, she allowed the cold in her body to manifest in the air around her, taking energy away from the air particles. Aberr and Draug might’ve felt a sudden vibration – a disturbance in fact in the balance of the molecular ratio in the air around them. Like waterfalls droplets of liquid nitrogen and oxygen began to form around her, falling onto the ground in rapidly growing puddles. It was quite an astounding sight, frothy white liquid appearing from seemingly nowhere. But behind its beauty, the laps of liquid held deadly potential. Reyna’s gift was not control over ice, as many had assumed, including her spouse. The guardian would be a fool to underestimate thermokinesis. If Draug and Aberr could see past the blinding light that radiated from her form, they would notice the quaking in her palms, only to look into her eyes and see a burning passion that would outweigh any assumption of her being fearful. Her body began to shake, the energy within her threatening to tip over the brim. This would be enough. This would be Aberr’s end. In a single motion, her arms came back in front of her, skeletal palms clasping together as if for prayer. Truly, if she were praying, she would be praying for Aberr’s sake. The light that erupted from her form faded away now, revealing the massive pool of liquid nitrogen that sloshed around beneath her feet. It was like an ocean, held in place by intangible forces, just a finger’s snap away from being released. Her right hand swayed outwards gracefully, and a wave six meters tall erupted out of the pool. With a swing of her arm, the wave surged towards Aberr, bathing him in freezing cold nitrogen. The sheer force of the attack would send him hurtling backward. And if one wasn’t enough, she had much more in store for him. Standing ever so solemnly, Reyna willed the cold forces of frost to surge forwards, sending half a dozen tsunami-sized waves crashing into him in quick succession. @KittyvonCupcake
  8. Frostbinder

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Extra Roll for Library Zone .
  9. Frostbinder

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling for Library Zone .
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    The TOWER - Library Redux [closed]

    “I did not come here for your words, creature. I came to enslave you to my will. You will serve me and my people!” For decades, Reyna had kept the full potential of her abilities under the suppression of a human disguise. Rarely did she ever let loose. Never did it go on for more than five minutes. And now, she intended to harness that power, taken from her by the judgment of the common folk. Never before had she willed the cold within her to obey her like it did now. And just like herself, it did so without relent. Draug might have thought that his little wrist slitting trick was sickly. His introductory move would be an appetizer for what was to come. Reyna smiled at the thought. She forgot what it was like to be a little competitive. Cracks began to form in her skin, only darkness pouring out from inside, except the darkness seemed to spread just like light did. From the cracks in her skin, the surrounding lightning was snuffed out into nothingness. The air suddenly grew cold. She clenched her fists, body shaking. She hadn’t purposely initiated the transformation in a long time. And now that she did, she was both excited and terrified. As her excitement grew, so did the effects of her transformation. Long coils of what appeared to be electricity began to zap in random spots around her. Each coil of electricity came from one of the cracks in her skin, gradually lifting her feet off the ground as they snapped about with greater intensity. The strikes weren’t caused by actual electrokinesis. They were generated by powerful static forces in the rapidly cooling air around her. But even then, this was just a taste of Reyna’s full power. She hoped that Draug had brought a jacket. A few seconds later, she burst. The skin on her limbs evaporated right off the bone, revealing delicately decorated skeletal limbs, each whiter than ivory. Her legs completely melted off, the remains of her cloak billowing below her like a gown. A scream – what was intended to be a laugh – forced its way out of her throat. As her facial features distorted, so did her voice, splitting into what seemed to be three Reynas screaming at the same time. The skin on her face ripped apart, making way for a skull that was paler than the surface of the moon. Within her eyes, blue flames burned about. The screaming had deepened into a course laughing sound. As the remains of her human auditory organs fell to bits, one would’ve felt Reyna’s voice begin to reverberate across the walls, shelves, and floor. The temperature plummeted. And when it did, the air became a servant, a medium of her’s to control. The air didn't simply transmit her voice. The air was her voice. The pages of books began to freeze over. Shelves darkened. The speed of mold spread suddenly accelerated tenfold before the mold itself was frozen over by the cold. This was what it meant to have power. This was what it meant to be unleashed. And now, she would unleash her power upon the poor fool that called himself the guardian. In a single move, her hand pointed upwards to the sky, as if beckoning for the clouds to come crashing down. And indeed they did. Whether or not there had been clouds in the first place, the moisture in the air rapidly clumped together and froze, forming a massive arsenal of sharpened icicles. Reyna kept her hand in position, willing the forces that created her being to serve her once again. The cloud thickened rapidly, turning the sky dark blue for a few seconds. Her hand came down. Her glowing frosty eyes glared down the creature that stood in the way of her people’s liberation. Skeletal boney palm outreached, she turned it with a metallic creaking sound, such that the face of her palm now angled towards the ground. “Now creature, you grant me my freedom." Slamming her wrist downwards, she called upon the entire force of her aerial arsenal to strike the creature simultaneously. It was like watching the sky crash down from above. The guardian would be pelted by a deadly armada of frozen water needles, each one as sharp as a knife. Maybe one wouldn’t make a dent in its armor. Maybe ten wouldn’t. But maybe a thousand would. As she gritted her teeth in response to the toll such a large scale attack took on her body, she was made aware of a sudden stabbing pain in her heart. Both hands rising to a spot over her chest, her attack faltered as the icicles lost the power of her infinite rage. She pressed her boney palms against her heart, feeling the sudden strain of using up so much of her power after a long duration of hibernation. Her attack may have left much more than just a tiny scratch, but the toll it had taken on her body would likely decrease her lifespan if she had one at all. Whatever it was, she shook her head, fighting through the pain as her hands gradually peeled away from her chest, stretching back outwards to will her strength into whatever icicles had yet to strike the guardian. All her life, she had fought for herself – to preserve her own life. Today, she fought for a new purpose, something far beyond anything that she had been told that she was worth in eight decades of living in undeath. She fought for the freedom of her kind; if they could even be called ‘her kind’. But if she had managed to maintain her sentience, then there were surely more like herself out there. And now, they needed her more than they had needed anyone ever before.
  11. Frostbinder

    Dice Rolling Thread

    Extra Roll for Libary Zone .
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling for Libary Zone.
  13. Frostbinder

    Library Zone OOC

    Okay. Should I bring in the other interested individuals, or shall we just work with what we have then?
  14. Frostbinder

    Dragon Knights Go! [Eldritch Quest]

    It appeared that this very moment would be a horrible moment for finesse. Or at least, forced finesse. But it seemed to Reyna that finesse was the only way out of the situation. And with finesse, she struck. It would’ve been an impossible process for almost any magic user to weave two spells at the same time, but she wasn’t bound by the limits of mortality. Internally, her throat muscles divided into two separate columns, each one sounding off a different incantation from the other. As she did, rapid steps were taken to Luther’s position, each hurried but insistent. It wasn’t that the tentacles hadn’t tried to coil around her. But when they did, they recoiled at the deathliness that radiated off of her, sinking back into the ground where they had come from. In her left palm, a rotating blue sphere formed. Liandri might’ve preferred fire, but Reyna was no fan of the element. And if they were going to be saved, they would have to play by her rules. Now standing between the two, she raised her left hand above her head, before slamming it down into the ground. A layer of ice formed over the ground, although its moisture was quickly absorbed by the Sky Terror itself. Reyna snapped her fingers. The ground beneath them suddenly hardened. What was once flaccid flesh now looked as if it was ready to burst. Filled with water and frozen over, the Sky Terror would have great difficulty removing the moisture from its system. Then came her second spell. A purple cube had formed in her right hand, and she pressed said cube against Luther’s back. It wasn’t an area of magic that she was well versed in, but a shield was a shield; this one was especially big. A large purple wall of solid mana formed between Luther and the creature, dissolving the cube as it built itself. As the creature rammed into the shield, he would find the impact to be greatly minimized, albeit being knocked back slightly, landing on Reyna who was right behind him.
  15. Frostbinder

    Library Zone OOC

    What fun would there be in that though? We may as well get someone else to join in. If I can find someone who's interested, will you allow them to bypass the 5 posts before engagement rule?
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