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  1. "Hmph-" The Cripple let out what sounded similar to a laugh - an unsettling crocodilian laugh. Amid the silence that Dredge had created, all attention was now on him. The intruder. The silence was deafening as he stood unmoving, his sword poised like a statue. There was tension in the air. Every monster here hoped to rip out his soul. But there was a certain laziness to that feeling as well. He sensed it. And for as many a creature that wanted to witness a bloodbath, there were in equal number those who just wanted to get the drama over with and go home. The Cripple took his time to frown and contemplate. Dredge was formidable, but the Cripple had a power that the legion may have once understood but clearly no longer did. He had nothing to lose. Abruptly, he hoisted his weapon upwards, spinning it twice in his hand before sheathing it. Darkness began to leak out of his body from every possible groove in his armor, manifesting into a smokey haze. His features began to mar as the cloudiness assailed his body, reshaping him once again. Then, it cleared. The man before Dredge was broad shouldered, carrying about him the appearance of a male human in his early thirties. His skin was pale and randomly pigmented, definitive signs of his undeath. His irises were red. Bright, crimson red, staring back into helmet of the dark overlord. A spectacularly curled mustache adorned his rugged face, spelling an elegant demise for his would be foes. Slowly and deliberately, he kept his gaze on the Dark Lord while reaching out to the parchment that he had displaced to the right of the battle prior to his scuffle with Kru'Gorah. With a soft hum, the parchment flew into his clenched fist via telekinesis. Only then did he deem it appropriate to answer the Dark Lord's question with utmost illustration. "I'll give you one. When I watched your forces during the sacking of Tormo, I saw a vigor. A passion and fury that accompanied the Legion in its wake of destruction. I saw a man whom wanted to liberate the fallen races of Valucre. I saw you plunder and I saw you protect. I saw you fighting with a fury that few in history have ever wielded." He began a slow stride as he walked around in a wide circle, addressing the Dark Lord's followers. "I saw a drive that I had never encountered in my life. A determination that could inspire and unite those whom had no power or authority to defend themselves. A defender of the underdogs. Is that not who you are? Is that not who you all are?" He whirled back to Dredge, his voice reaching everyone who sat in the amphitheater. "Is this what the Legion has become? Idle? Resting on our buttocks while families out there continue to suffer? Waging senseless wars for blood? Killing our own to achieve what? Riches? Glory?" He began a steady approach on the dark lord sitting idly on his lawn chair. He was fairly certain that some form of harm would soon befall his person. He anticipated it, a pelt of darkness rising just below his skin, ready to spring out to protect the caster. "I, Corren Ghostwalker, bring to you, Lord Dredge, a plan to bring back the former glory of the Legion," he would bend down on one knee as he came within whispering range of the Dark Lord. "Tell me, have you heard of the-" "Eternity Pebbles?!" @Dredge
  2. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig Fear and Rage were indeed what spread through the night, taking the form of anguished howls and terrified roars. Never before had the predators of the Great Barrens met such hateful adversaries. With her spearhead tail, the Heretic burst through the foliage, tearing apart anything in its way that moved. Her teeth gleamed crimson from the bloodiness of the hunt. Her wolves did as they were told. Eat. Devour. Sate their appetite for the road ahead. And without hesitation, they complied, chasing down the ferrets and rabbits and deer, even the birds in the trees were vulnerable to the exceptional leaping height of the hellhounds, causing several to be taken off guard. As the day came, the Heretic would locate Bonzee. The vessel of rage hurled itself through the treetops, landing in front of the clown with an elaborate pounce. "The deed is done. Did you have your fun?"
  3. Aelene folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. It was unfortunate that their initial plan had gone awry by the goodwill of another. Yet it wasn't ethical to press him for doing what he thought was right. Forcing a grin through the ache in her ribs, she extended her palm to shake that of Xartia's. "Aelene Hasleim. Don't think too much of it. You were trying to do the right thing. If there were more people like you, we wouldn't even need to be here to restore order to the Market." But as far as introductions went, there was a more pressing matter at hand. "Noah, can you track him?" she turned to her companion. "If word gets to the boss, we're both finished. Our heads will be on pikes to be displayed in the market square tomorrow." At that moment, a dark cloaked figure descended from absolutely nowhere onto a spot which seemed to be within the target's path. @danzilla3 "I don't know what you're talking about. Get off me!" the man swung his arms around like a toddler. Stopped in his tracks by two trifling children? Why, he'd show them! Were he able to get onto his feet, he would! Why yes sir, they would pay in ways they couldn't imagine. His brother was a rapist! Hell, he would show them! "Aah! Watch it!" he yelled as ShiShi unintentionally shoved her elbow into a pressure point on his back. As he drew the crowd's attention to himself, it became very evident to the thug that it would be a long day for him. @Thotification
  4. Serpent Wave. At last, the Daemonslayer had tapped into his most primal and ancient power of all, the Eredas fire. The wave of energy struck the Cripple like a wave of matter, no less impressive than the stories that had been told of it. Lying prone on the ground, the Cripple allowed the flames to rip at its body, annihilating a significant amount of its flesh and tearing its cloak to shreds. But still, it stood its ground, and if there were a way for a creature like the Cripple to cackle, that was exactly what it did at that moment. As the flames burnt the Cripple's body, so did the bandages wrapping around its torso and limbs. As they were lit aflame, a new force entered into battle. From within the Cripple's body, an unnerving presence began to stir as it bled out of the various holes in the bandage. At first, the Eredas fires kept it in check, but it quickly spread across the very energy James was using in his attack, and converted it into dark matter to fuel the form of the new adversary that James now faced. As the Cripple's empty shell hit the ground and dissolved, a black mass of amorphous matter erupted out of its torso. It was like nothing James had ever faced. A creature of pure darkness, made from darkness, radiating darkness, and creating darkness wherever it went. The light from the moon seemed to bleed away as its unholy presence silenced the rustling of the trees. Tendrils of blackness reached out and dug into the ground, lifting the creature from a stationary position as it loomed towards James. The Cripple was merely a means of sealing an unimaginable amount of power. For through his rash and fiery attacks, the Daemonslayer had unleashed the Reaper. @Fierach
  5. Kru’Gorah was a fearsome beast with many limbs. His four base appendages already proved to be dangerous enough with their sharp talons. But the true strength of the demon lay in the use of its frontal and rear appendage, specifically its head which emitted powerful beams of energy, and its dastardly tail which sought to pierce the Cripple from behind. Corren had merely a pair of legs and a single sword arm. To most under such circumstances, Kru’Gorah had delivered checkmate. But the Cripple had an ace up its sleeve. As the beam of energy surged forward from Kru’Gorah’s face, the Cripple made one most unexpected play. In a split second, it’s visor glowed with a bright purple before spewing out its own laser beam to counter the demon’s. The two beams clashed between the fighters as their gazes locked on to one another’s. It was a high stakes staring contest to see who would back down first, and whoever did would feel the full force of the other’s attack. With his right hand, the Cripple anticipated the moves of the demon, crossing blade with claw in an elegant dance of steel. Demonic Presence, Third Eye ? ? Kru’Gorah was stealthy and quick, his tail bursting out of the ground with utmost precision. If the Cripple had been any lesser creature, it would surely have fallen victim to the Djinn’s crafty attack. But one would’ve quickly found that it was no mere mortal, nor was it immortal. It was something not of this world. It was, unnatural. And unlike Kru’Gorah and the various sentient races of Valucre, the Cripple perceived the world in a different way, what a three dimensional being could only perceive as “Third Person”. But quite simply, it saw everything that went on around it. As the tail surged upwards, so did the Cripple’s body bend to the right to evade it by a mere inch. And in the act of bending to the right, its own left stump shifted upwards into an offensive position. Coils of dark energy began to dart about it like static, ripping apart the molecules in the air. What many would’ve considered to be the least threatening part of the Cripple’s body was quickly becoming its most deadly asset. With a low guttural roar, it thrust the stump forward, hurling the entire mass of darkness into Kru’Gorah’s body. @Djinn&Juice [Skill Used - Nausea Bolt]
  6. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig “You may call me anything you wish, clown,” the term for his type of trade finding its way to her lips. “For my creators gave me not a name, but an intent.” With a brief shift of her gaze, she looked her army of hellhounds over from left to right. Her eyes began to glow a fierce orange and those of her dogs responded in a similar fashion. With snarls and howls that echoed through the night, they bolted off, killing anything and everything in sight. With a careless grin, she turned back to Bonzee. “The forest is our hunting ground, clown. We are the apex predators. Everything is our prey.” She flashed her pointed teeth menacingly before bolting off to take part in the carnage. @The North Wind
  7. As James flipped himself over the Cripple, it tracked him with deadly precision, pivoting it’s hips and knees to face the Daemonslayer with an uncanny degree of accuracy. Such was the nature of a creature who fought with instinct. It didn’t need to see to know. It simply knew. Granted that, James was strong. His iron fist ripped through the Cripple’s deflection field effortlessly, knocking it off its feet to avoid being struck by the deadly attack. But where James had sheer audacious strength and unparalleled technique, the Cripple more than made up for its shortcomings with its swift movement and flexibility. As it fell, it began to rotate, turning its entire body to face its standing adversary. But even while prone on its back, the Cripple was not to be trifled with. With a sharp metallic screech, a beam of dark energy surged out from its visor like a laser, blasting James square in the chest. @Fierach
  8. Name: Akimee Ayora (Ah-Kee-Mee-Ah-Yo-Rah) Known Alias/Titles: The Demigod, Herald of Vita, Master Knight of the Order of Force Majuere Age: 28 Sex: Female Birthday: March 3rd Birthplace: Durem City of the world called Gaia Primus Physical Details Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Black Height: 5’7” Weight: 130 pounds Blood Type: Ichor Race: Demigod Other Patron Diety: Vita (Seraphim) Marital Status: Single Ethnicity: Asian Appearance: Akimee is a dark haired woman of Asian descent. She is naturally lean and of average height, but has since put on significant muscle mass over the course of her career. Her skin is toned from exposure to harsh environments and countless open field combat missions. One could describe her to have a sort of rugged attractiveness attained from age, experience, and the scars of war. Her smile imbues those around her with a deep sense of calm and satisfaction, a trait which her mastery of the Path of Sei has allowed her to develop. Personality: "Pain, hate and rage are just emotions. If you allow yourself to be controlled by your emotions, then anyone can control you." -Akimee, commenting on the importance of self-control When Akimee was younger, she would've been what many considered to be a "party-animal". But after the death of her boyfriend, she mellowed out, distancing herself from all her previous pastimes. Co-founding the Order of Force Majeure had allowed her to regain her touch with people. Her mentor and friend, Dithakar, helped her to develop her leadership capabilities and gave her much needed council to move on from the death of her boyfriend. To her friends, she is a compassionate and kind individual who is known for never losing her cool, even in the most taxing of situations. But to those who would call her foe, her blade is as sharp as the pain she felt when she lost her one true love. Equipment: Left Arm of the Slayer This is not so much equipment as it is part of her. Akimee's left arm was badly injured in a battle with a great dragon, defending a sacred Temple of Falis in Barton. Mutilated almost beyond recognition, it is a testament to the healing powers of the priests and priestesses of Falis, in particular one of them named Seyumi Kaikou, to have salvaged the arm so. Akimee retains the same basic functionality with the arm that she had before it got injured, however, the inner flow of ki through the arm has been permanently disrupted. The Left Arm of the Slayer, as Akimee calls it, is physically tougher than her right arm, and is less susceptible to pain. A normal distinguishing feature are the white, purified bandages that Akimee has wound tightly around the arm to help control and keep the unstable ki in that part of his body in check and working normally, as well as stave off the frequent pain there. Reinforced, Imbued Combat Gloves Designed to guard the hand and wrist against injury from bladed weapons, they are armored up to the knuckles, and the rest are fingerless to better facilitate use of Akimee's ki through her fists. Crafted with a combination of enchanted steel and master worked leather, these gloves are capable of withstanding extreme pressures and temperatures. They are comfortable, and adequate defensive measures against both weapons and magicks, and are also very potent offensive weapons thanks to Akimee's skill in hand-to-hand combat and martial art mastery. Akimee has been observed deflecting sword blows, punching through weaker/lighter projectile abilities or attacks with these gloves Steel Throwing Knives Akimee carries a set of six throwing knives that she coats in scorpion venom prior to any notable battle. The knives are straight and heavy, built for power as opposed to speed. The poison used to coat the knives comes from the Centruroides vittatus, or Striped Bark Scorpion. Its venom synthesizes the victim's bodily proteins and gradually eats away at their body. It can cause significant fatigue and eventually leads to death. However, the poison is easily treated using simple healing magic or home remedies. Akimee's healing touch can also be used to expel venom from the body. Utility Projectiles Akimee packs up to 8 shurikens on her form. They are usually tucked in her belt or kept in small pouches on her wrists. These projectiles are color coded with their own unique utility and are used in conjunction with her deadly accuracy to achieve spectacular results. Color codes: Red - Explosive Blue - Electric Charge Grey - Regular Purple - Embedded Tracker on Tip Custom Combat Jacket Akimee's “normal” jackets are enchanted to be extremely heat resistant, and are composed out of a tough, leather-like material. Underneath the jacket however, is a layering of Kevlar and titanium carbide fibers, and ceramic discs woven into the lining. This grants Akimee a superb amount of protection against shrapnel, good protection against blunt force trauma, reasonable protection against light slicing and cutting attacks, but relatively poor protection against piercing and stabbing attacks. This item weighs 6 pounds. Steel-Toed Boots Simple, reinforced boots. The soles are grooved with metal, allowing Akimee to catch blades under her feet. Not recommended though. Pyromancer's Pendant "Eredas" Taking the shape of a red and beautiful gem hung on a golden chain. The Pyromancer's Pendant is an ancient artifact that guards against fires and fire-type magics by absorbing them and reconverting the energy into a weaponizable form by the user. Its capacity is not unlimited however, and scales in power in response to the owner's aura or spiritual aura. It was given to her by her deceased boyfriend as a gift, won from his battles. Although her abilities more than sufficiently protect her from heat, she wears it as a memory of her first and only love. ======================================= Special Equipment: Harlequin's Mask A strange-looking Venetian mask. Although the mask only covers half the wielder's face, any onlooker is strangely unable to discern the real face of the person wearing the Harlequin's Mask. Accounts of the person's description always seem to vary. The mask itself is extremely tough, made out of some sort of metal, and only the wielder can willingly remove it, with a single word of power. The mask seems to project some sort of optical illusion or hologram that can disguise the wearer's face, and reacts to the wielder's thoughts at will. Upgrade: Medusa's Mask: A fierce battle against an ancient Greek monster resulted in an explosion that should have killed anything organic. Akimee however, was protected by Vita's blessing and survived. The monster that she fought however, wasn't so lucky. In a last ditch attempt to preserve its life force, the monster attached its soul to the nearest living thing that it could locate, which just happened to be Akimee herself. The mix of raw kinetic energy, heat, radiation and the attempted fusing of a soul caused the monster to instead fuse itself with the Harlequin Mask that Akimee wore. By fusing with an inanimate object, the monster's spirit ceased to exist, but its power was retained by the object that it had fused with. When Akimee wears the Medusa Mask, she emits an aura of intimidation that creates a sense of unease in any living creature nearby. When she activates her stone gaze, lesser creatures and weak willed subjects can be petrified for as long as she maintains her stone gaze. Chimera Lens The Chimera Lens is a blood-red set of goggles. Similar to eye-wear worn by most modern soldiers, the Chimera Lens is very durable and provides adequate protection for the eyes against minor threats, and displays a variety of tactical data as well as night-vision and thermal imaging capabilities. Shortsword "The Whistling Blade" A powerful shortsword, the Whistling Blade is of an olden design, measuring 25 inches of blade and 6-inches of hilt and guard. The sword is engraved with vine designs as a sign of respect for Akimee's patron Deity, Vita. The blade itself is separated by a pair of hooked sections to catch the blades of enemy weapons with ease. The Whistling Blade is crafted from enchanted steel and has a thin rod of sonical within, displaced a millimeter from the metallic body of the sword. When struck or unsheathed, the sonical rod accelerates at a higher rate than the enchanted steel. This causes the sonical rod to repeatedly strike the body of the weapon up to a rate of 1000 strikes per second. This causes the weapon to give off its infamous "Whistle". The vibrations generated by the blade are low in wavelength, but extremely high in frequency and magnitude. This causes the weapon to inflict a significantly larger amount of blunt force trauma to anything that it is immediately in contact with. In addition, this contact vibration generates enough force to rip through most materials including weapons, armor, and buildings. This weapon weighs 2.5 pounds. \ Sword Ability: Screaming Blade When the Whistling Blade is vibrating quickly enough, it slices through the air with a sharp screeching sound that can deafen foes temporarily. The screech is said to be akin to that of a Banshee's cry. Akimee herself is not immune to this effect. However, she wears special ear implants to minimize this effect on herself. Sword Ability: Blinding Blade The Whistling Blade serves as a medium for Akimee to weaponize her excessively powerful life force granted by her patron Deity, Vita. Akimee may channel her life forced through the blade momentarily, causing the weapon to ignite with white fire, a physical manifestation of life force. Unlike conventional fires, the white fire emits little to no heat, instead channeling all of that energy into an intensely bright glow. Directly viewing the white fire is equivalent to looking directly at a flash bang when it goes off, causing temporary blindness. Akimee herself is not immune to this effect. However, her combat visor is equipped with a filter to block out all forms of harmful light to minimize this effect on herself. Jian, White Reflection A jian, is a double-edged Chinese straight sword. In Chinese folklore, it is known as "The Gentleman of all Weapons" and is considered one of the four major weapons, along with the Gun (staff), Qiang (spear), and the Dao (sabre). Staff: Grandfather of all Weapons Spear: King of all Weapons Saber: General of all Weapons Akimee's jian is named White Reflection, for its elegant, and timeless craftsmanship. As the family heirloom of the Ayora family, Akimee uses it as her go-to weapon against weak to moderately powerful foes. With a blade length of just over 30 inches, White Reflection is a one-handed weapon, remarkably light and perfectly balanced. The weapon itself was lightly enchanted to resist wear and tear, and at the end of the seven inch hilt hangs a long blue tassel. The weapon is odd compared to most jian in that it features a hexagonal cross-section instead of a diamond one, and lacks a hand guard, suggesting antique construction, as well as the fact that the tapering of the blade is subtle until the very tip. It is said that if the wielder of White Reflection gazes into the sword for a while, they can see a flicker of their heart's desire. Other then a certain degree of resonance with the supernatural, allowing the blade to be enchanted or empowered at will, no other powers are attributed to White Reflection. The phrase "You are the mirror", and the word "Reflect" are carved into the sides of the blade, in Chinese characters. Sometimes, Akimee stares deep into the blade for long durations of time. Nobody knows what she sees, nor has the nerve to ask. Type OX Compact Magic Converter MKVI, aka Mana Bomb: Ordinary people, even with the advancement of technology, have always traditionally been at odds with those of magical capability, and have usually been dominated by them and the vast effects and powers that metas and other magical creatures may possess. Thus, to help even the odds, the bNine guild has set to work on creating a new weapon, designed specifically to use against casters. Always one to help its members, whether it be in the form of custom weapons or specially designed power armor for sale to the mercenary within its ranks, the bNine has created this small, and compact grenade-like weapon. Since its inception, it has received numerous upgrades, and has remained very popular, despite its extraordinary high price. Extremely dangerous to magical beings, generally, the more magically powerful, the more devastating the bomb is. It has several settings, but it normally works by coalescing all of the mana in one small area for a few seconds, roughly eight to ten feet in diameter, into a singularity, and then igniting and detonating it with force proportional to the amount of mana collected. Against a opponent like a caster, this would likely result in a liquefying blast of overpressure, accompanied by a heat impulse, not unlike that of thermobaric weapons. Even if the caster somehow survives, the mana vacuum left behind would render him/her next to useless. Despite its potential, it does have some drawbacks. The mana bomb is best at targeting those of certain, traditional arcana and magical capabilities. Metas who draw their powers from within themselves, as ki, as well as psychic opponents, will not be affected as much. While such users can be victims of the bomb, they generally have the capability to avoid it by suppressing or not using their powers at all, reducing their powers to such an inactive state that the mana bomb does not recognize it as fuel and cannot utilize it at all. Actively using powers of any sort puts the wielder at risk, although it is much, less effective due to magical constraints, such as the dual life-force nature of ki-related energy. Type OX Compact Magic Generator MKII, aka Spell Bomb: The reverse of the Mana Converter, or Mana Bomb, the Spell Bomb is an advanced foray into weaponizing arcane energy as a whole using technology. The current form of the Spell Bomb is a small, hand-ball sized sphere that contains a small explosive charge, a secret chemical solution, and ground-up mass-produced mana crystals. Upon activation via a button, the concoction becomes unstable, and hard impact with a surface would cause the sphere to crack, and the components inside to detonate with a blinding flash of light. Current projected power of the Spell Bomb is akin to a fragmentation grenade, but the Spell Bomb also has the property of empowering more traditional magical effects in the target area, while damaging supernatural creatures heavily. Clever operators have been known to use the Spell Bombs to temporarily boost their own magical powers, or to amplify the blast of Mana Bombs. The Spell Bomb has a secondary firing mode, where instead of releasing a localized blast of arcana, it generates a stream of magic energy, at a much lower yield. The Black Nine have adapted this form to use as a sort of "battery" to power special magetech innovations in the field.
  9. Full Name: Vera Shorox, Saurel Epithet: Vera Drake Disciplines: Alchemy, Herbology Description -
  10. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig "Hello, Bonzee," the Heretic smiled for the first time. Unlike her predecessor Feuerkonig's absence of emotion, she was programmed to emulate humans and to connect with them on a spiritual level. All were adaptations to ensure the inevitable success of her mission. "I have been expecting an invitation from Lord Altre. The gods have shown me a vision and I shall follow whomever it is that they send, in which this case, is you." Beckoning for her hounds to stand down, she reached out a flaming palm to the airborne Bonzee, willing him to descend. "But first, would you join me in a hunt?
  11. Aelene’s smirk gradually shifted into a look of absolute horror as a man began to stand off against the thugs. As the two of them began to power up, she began a steady approach to stop whoever it was that had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it soon became evident that things were beyond her means to control. Whoever the newcomer was, not only was he bold, but he was formidable in his own right. As one of the thugs started blazing with fire, the crowd backed away, pushing Aelene away from the engagement. All she could see was a bright flash of light before the sound of two bodies hitting the floor was heard, and someone began rummaging through one of the bodies. Seconds later, someone found her through the parted crowd and for a few seconds, she was speechless. Oh how ironic it was that his one heroic outburst had led to a suppression in the subjugation of the wicked. Even more shocking was how efficiently they had been dealt with. Aelene had never seen anyone go down that quickly before. But what fascinated her most were his emerald green eyes. Composed, thoughtful, and beautiful. For a moment, she found herself lost, searching for some sort of reason to the existence of the universe within the endless possibilities that his eyes could hold. Then, she snapped out of it. He held her purse out in his hands. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to kill him for his insufferable nosiness. She sighed. ”The purse was rigged with a tracking device... We were trying to locate their hideout and put an end to their reign...” she managed between breathless gasps. With shaky hands, she retrieved it from his open palm. She didn’t know why she shook. The pain was bearable, but the frustration was agonising. Just then, there was a disturbance in the crowd as someone started to bolt off. @Twitterpated The man whom Noah had identified as a pickpocket was also an expert eavesdropper. Keen elven ears picked up on the entire exchange between Xartia and Aelene. The boss would reward him handsomely for delivering this information. Without hesitation and not wanting to be caught, he began sprinting away for his life. @Thotification
  12. Ssssssssth... Puffs of vapour began to exude from the Cripple’s visor. As the corrupted blade came at it, it merely took in a deeper breath as the dark energy that festered the weapon was sucked back into its system. The weapon bounced against its armoured face before landing in the soil. Damaged to a grievous extent, but not beyond repair. (?) Besides, the insignificant projectile had merely been a distraction, something akin to hurling dirt or blood in one’s eyes. This was simply a sign that James sought to apply an attack more deadly in followup. And sure enough, he did, for when the flames began to coil around his feet, the Cripple was quick to raise both of its arms defensively in a cross, the dark appendage reappearing at its left stump. As the kick came slashing towards it like a sabre, a dark energy field erupted from the centre of its crossed wrists, enveloping it in a thin field that would absorb the impact of James’ attack. As it braced with it’s feet digging into the ground, a low hum began to emit from its visor once again. James has tasted this attack before, but this time it would burn through his heart as opposed to his skull. @Fierach +Dark deflection field [Prep - Unibeam]
  13. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig Twist and snap. The clown’s unusual scent had drawn curious glances from several members of the pack. But the breaking of a single twig was what triggered the attention of Fire Tyrant’s Heretic. Turning to see many her hounds looming menacingly below a towering redwood, she smiled for the first time. The gods were accurate in their predictions. Snapping her fingers, she bade the wolves to back off, before directing one to slam itself forcefully against the tree. There was a loud shudder, and unless Bonzee had iron tight grip, he would’ve been flung out of the tree. But then again, it wouldn’t matter if he did. A second strike from the Hellhound ripped the trunk in two, sending the upper portion of the tree crashing to the ground before the Heretic. She raised her eyebrow. ”And what manner of creature are you?” @The North Wind
  14. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig There was a change in the Great Pine Barrens. The culling of almost two dozen packs of wolves had led to an unsettling silence that plagued the forest. With her newfound pack, the Heretic began to ravage the wilderness to seek out this “clown” that her dreams had showed her. All five hundred hounds roamed about with ravenous, insatiable hunger. Their instincts were primed, alert and sensitive to the slightest shift in the wind direction. The clown would not get the surprise jump on her. Or so she thought.
  15. The Heretic Servant of Feuerkonig Visions were a fickle thing. There was a very fine line between what counted as vision or dream. To the untrained eye, they were almost indistinguishable. But the Heretic had a gift. Well, not exactly a gift. Every night, she dreaded the painful embrace of sleep, which only sought to fill her heart with more hatred with this wretched world. In her dreams, she saw only fire, suffering, and rage. But in the vision she had that night, she saw a clown. Bumbling, goofy and inherently unpredictable, it bounced about in the woods, defying the laws of physics with its animation-like movement. She awoke with a gasp, her fingers clenched tightly in a fist. The night was quiet, but something was out there. Time was running out.
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