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The Fire Heart

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  1. "And to think humans, who became animals through their own actions are kept here, I have to stay because of some rumors. Not that I have anything against this, but criminals aren't my cup of tea." Dreamer was playing with a barbed wire which would stick out of its place, running it with the index finger, through the places where the spikes would be gone, because of the weather or just because of a manufacturing error. The sudden feeling of metal, which would prove to feel as new, combined with the rain, making it oddly soothing, made the man whose eyes convey stars to study this kind of object. It could prove to be efficient in the future, if he ever had to defend some place or in cruel, desperate situations, to strangle the poor victim's body, in order to force him to spill the informations about a mastermind plan. But the latter was too far-fetched. As time passed and his robe would deflect the water coming out of the heavy, grey clouds, he would inspect the spikes even further, slowly creating it in his mind, until he was able to summon a coil of barbed wire, which would move at the man's orders. It proved to be quite flexible, due to the nature of the resource the wire was made of. Satisfied by the result, he moved his left hand, as an order to disappear and wandered around the town, avoiding mud or puddles, watching the windmills moving slowly or not at all, due to the lack of wind during the rain. Strangely, it would prove to be quite a depressing, but soothing view. The two weeks between the visit in the town and the full scale combat in the village, which ended on a dark, humiliating tone, were some of the longest he ever experienced. The thoughts his minds would have to go through, analysing what happened, from the barbarians slaughtering everything in sight, to the evil overlord whose mind was trying to imagine how he would look like. There was no other image that would cause him a chill across his spine, other than the lack of it. The definition of Unknown, merged with the reckoned force would be quite the horrifying combination. Who else wouldn't be scared of a terror which could be anything or anyone? You would never know who is the real antagonist, until he proves otherwise. Regrets went and remained, hurting Dreamer, but he had nothing to do. If this... thing was here, it could be his last shot to catch him. He had to stop though, since he felt something sharp touching his chest, but not leaving a cut through the new robe that Maxwell had ordered, made after the exact same model he used to wear before, but the outlines and edges had an effect which would immitate the starry eyes of the Dreamer, plus thin golden lines along these. Knowing the order of a custom robe would be expensive, he wanted to make sure it will be worth it. But what if this piece of clothing would be cut by someone who wanted to hurt him? This is where he was right now, waiting for the aggressor to speak out loud. "I see you are new here... and you look quite rich, I must say. Heheh." The creepy cackle made by the unknown person almost caused Dreamer to shiver, but it was too stupid anyways. "Do you mind giving me whatever you have, so I leave you alone? I don't think a wound through your heart would be better than being arrogant and trying to fight me. Besides, I am not alone." Two coughs, one from the left and one from the right would signal two more persons aiding this thief, who would be more than glad to help him, as long as greed would not prove deadly, except they met the wrong person. "Are you telling me you want to steal a man who is defenseless? Oh. You might be looking for money, but you are useless cowards. Quite sad, to be honest. Mind if I show a trick or two?" He did not wait for an answer, as he summoned three daggers, touching the throats of the three thieves, causing them to gasp loudly. "I suppose you are shocked." He turned, to look at them. All three of them were terrified of the sudden appearance of the ethereal weapons at their throats, knowing there is no escape from the grasp of the strange man. "Unless you want to be served for dinner to animals or cannibals, you might want to run away. I promise i won't kill any of you, but throw whatever weapons you have on you and run, until i don't see you anymore." Said and done. All of them threw their weapons and ran away, getting inside of a damaged, almost destroyed house, which roof was still standing in a single corner. The Dreamer shook his head, as he decided to go back to where Maxwell would find his safe spot, his stomach grumbling in the meantime. Fifteen minutes had passed and he found himself in front of the house Maxwell was residing, knocking on the door, as a respectful gentleman he is first. "Hello again Maxwell. I suppose you'll let me stay with you for the night being, until you get used to this wretched place? Besides, I'm hungry at the moment."
  2. It almost felt like Dreamer's muscles and brain would collapse in a fatal, miserable end, which would only lead to the deaths of the two heroes. As the shields were withstanding the weight of rocks and boulders, Maxwell played his card, summoning what it seemed as an entity made of fire itself. How could a man create such a living being, from a red flower and fire? His imposing appearance, a sparkling gentleman, would only lead him to think he is a god. But would gods ever need the help of another man to help them survive? Would gods not have their own ego, not being grateful of their lifesaver? He had to be a human, born in the bowels of fire probably. The grandiose entity made its way to save Dreamer's spine from breaking into multiple places, breaking and pushing the rocks away off the shields, easing his work. As the rocks were gone, he made a gesture to make the shields disappear. He took a deep breath, before speaking "I must say, we shall thank each other for what happened. These rocks were quite a handful." After gasping one more time, he looked back to Maxwell, nodding and keeping a slight smile: "Nice to meet you Maxwell. You truly seem like an imposing figure, with quite some interesting powers indeed." He stretched his arms, until a few pops were heard. At last, he felt much more relaxed than before the whole fight had begun, his mind clearing from those flashes of memories that happened and haunted him. "I am The Dreamer. As my name suggests, I can create whatever i want, as well my mind can understand it. Many people would consider this such a powerful ability, but they would be horrified to know what I went through to have it." Accepting the pats and the compliments with a simple nod, he kept going: "It is as you say. I am here to fight the one who caused all this. But this sun, destroying the temple, means the fight has ended. We were too late for this." Soon after he finished his sentence, explosion and pops could be heard. It felt as flesh was flying off the bone, leaving it clean, escaping its grasp. But it was, in fact, just the horrific sight of the barbarian's heads, which exploded one by one. After all this massacre that happened and many people that died, those monster's heads decided to take their leave. Blood, guts and bones on the ground, painting it red, would offer such a grim, dark sight, which only the people who were used to all this gore could withstand it without puking. "As I said. We were too late." He added to this grotesque show that was happening before his eyes. "No soldier of the opposing force will be left alive at this rate and we cannot do anything about this." And then a ground shake happened. What the hell would happen now, that almost everyone was either dead or too horrified of what happened? Could it have been an earthquake? No... It was a grand airship, descending lower and lower, as its appearance could have been the sign of a full-scale war that would happen just now. The ear-thumping noise would annoy the man with the starry eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it, except adapting. "We should check out what's happening. It didn't come here for no reason." And the ship started shooting bolts towards something. "Crap, We should definitely see what's happening!" He started running, following the trajectory of the ballista bolts. @squid peanut
  3. As Nodite landed, Tolok hopped off the pegasi, creating a few flames when his greaves connected with the ground. "Yeah, spoils of war are always good in dire needs!" He smiled, as he said that, being proud of himself. "We haven't met any troop enchanced with dragon's blood yet. If the Byrn are as strong as you said, I should have expected at least one in each camp." He looked at the brave bow Owend was holding, regaining his thoughts, before continuing. "By the way, how was your scouting, Amber and Deadeye?"
  4. Hi! I'd like to join with one of my characters, too! Not sure which, but i'll let you know once i pick one of them!
  5. Due to sheer excitement, i read all the pages; can't wait to see what kind of things you will bring up in this roleplay, seems like it will take a good amount of time to finish it and that's awesome
  6. "I'd be glad if you would show me those sights if we can. My wanderlust is satiated whenever I find a place like this. It fills your heart with warmth and accomplishment." He replied to Owend, as she offered him this delightful chance, "But as Vanessa said, let's go!" He grabbed Owend's hand as she helped him get up on the pegasi, checking the view once more, before looking the forward. It was breathtaking and... ascending... He looked to Owend, looking like he would like to ask her a question, but he let her gain altitude before he'd jump to talking again. "So, how did you join the Exarch?" He asked, after a long pause, as they were soaring through the orange painted sky, with the other Grey Knights behind them, as he was checking if the backpack was closed. "I wonder how long will I be in for this journey. It feels already welcoming to be with these people.", he thought.
  7. Tolok Sur wants to be a great pyromaniac / flame lord meme in this RP; should I say more? 😂
  8. I'd join with Dreamer, but not sure how introduce him there, since he doesn't have anything to do with slave trades or so; maybe, only if he manages to tag along with someone from the Burning Bright incident
  9. "Gold, check. The blue vial elixir that i have no idea of? Check. And the brave bow for Eve? Check. Good thing my curiosity gets the best out of me. Everyone had a win from this." He smiled to her, as he sorted things out and put the gold and the vial into the backpack he almost forgot about, which he carried all day long on his back. He suddenly felt Owend's grab, which pulled him to the edge of the hill. The view was magnificent: the purple and orange sky, along with the sunset, were like a painted masterpiece. It was an eye candy for the man whose blood was imbued in fire, as his thirst for adventure would be satiated; he always loved these kind of sights, since he existed in this world. He chuckled at her words, as she tried to excuse herself out of this situation. He found it funny and ignored it in a jokingly manner: "Heh. It's a really magnificent view. I understand why you love this place so much, it would be an amazing place to settle down, only to watch this sight, every single day. Passionate lovers?" He looked at her, smugging, "You had your own fair share of visits and I understand you. It's romantic, indeed." He gave a warm smile, as his eyes had a slight orange, firey effect on his iris, which would be seen perfectly due to the sunset. "Erasmia is a really beautiful place, indeed."
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