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  1. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    No, the Admiral stopped to watch more important things. Agony might be wrapped in her sticky, icky, warm embrace or something. But there's also nowhere for Agony to repent now. She is alive though.
  2. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Now it's my turn to apologize for the delay. Anyways, Lunara has weird blood powers now. Like complete, full control of her own* blood. She can do freaky messed up blood things like the Admiral did if she wants, but the Admiral's not really the best example to follow. What's that? Worried about running out and killing yourself by accident? Don't worry. Lunara is Lirrey. Lunara is eternal. She'll be fine**. What? Mild Powers? Well alright. The further she is from the town of Lirrey, the less effective her abilities are. Use your best judgement. Eternity might come with roaming charges. Any twist you want to add or anything else that might be a little secret can be worked out in PMs. I know Lunara probably at least knows the Truth Dawen knows now. Oh right. And there's no more pool to baptize the sinners in and make them repent. I guess they get a pass today. Lucky insignificant finites. *Blood on loan from an Elder God. **Until someone figures out a solid counter anyways. Or her own deranged nature kicks in.
  3. Reinholdt

    Lirrey Lines

    For every wave that fell, another rose unharmed, swiftly turning the prospect of holding back the tide of villagers into an eternal struggle. The stains of gore upon the cave floor alternates between existing and not, like a crimson mockery of disco night. The combined might of Agony and Karuna deflect the herd and defeat the oncoming blood tendrils, each of the reflected ones cutting wide swaths of destruction through the crowd. With a sickening squelch Agony follows it up by impaling the Admiral upon Oathripper. This is practically an improvement to the malformed priestess' appearance, but does nothing for her attitude as the seemingly unfazed monstrosity slides forward along the weapon, arms reaching for Agony to wrap him in roiling mess of blood, muscle, and sinew so it can pull him towards the pool of the Eternal Star's blood. There he can be baptized. There he must repent. Still the Admiral's outer appendages no longer split their focus and Karuna and Sasha are left untouched. Perhaps there is more effort being put into fighting off the paralytic and the intruding steel than first let on. With Agony's attention upon the Admiral and Karuna fighting for her life, only seconds remain before some villagers slip through and reach Sasha. Those are seconds the villagers no longer have. The little shadow monster completes the task her Master provided, the cable now forming an overly complex symbol upon the wall. A moment later that symbol flashes a dark spark and a loud whoosh can be heard, as if fresh air were suddenly forced into a small canyon. A swirling black energy coalesces upon the focal point of the circle and instantly expands to approximately the height and shape of a door, with unstable edges wavering like waves. The portal has completely replaced the symbol, preventing any detailed examination of Sasha's work. The portal's appearance has also freed up the minute monster to turn her attentions on the town denizens. She could leave now. She wants to leave now. Anything would be better than being near the maddening creature this cavern consists of. But she couldn't leave the others behind like this. So the terrified little girl rises up, the inky darkness around her practically doubling, tripling in size as light seems to begin to leave the cavern. Dozens of black tendrils emerge from her form, prepared to lash out and pin th- wait. Sasha stops. Sasha stops because time seems to stop. All of the peasants and even the Admiral stops, all turning in unison to face the orb of blood that is spinning with a great wailing intensity. The Herald was about to be born. What was the minor transgressions of the insignificant, the finite, compared to the unending glory about to be bestowed upon them? As the ball spins, blood rises up from the pool as if being drawn to the red womb in a reverse waterfall. There's a gurgling as the great volume in the pool disappears, condensing in ways that defy natural law. Soon the pit in the cavern floor is completely devoid of liquid, only a small red ball hovering above it as rememberance of what once was and will be again. For now, even the ball of blood starts to collapse in on itself, folding in until it is very much a pixie shaped doll of blood. Even that fuses inwards, seeping into the pixie within from every pore and every orifice, uniting in ways more intimate than any honeymoon. Soon there is no hint of the blood of an Eldritch God at all, only an invigorated pixie. A new star, Lunara, Avatar of Lirrey, has been born.
  4. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Hardly. I'm sad for poor Karuna, throwing her lot in with mischievous pixies and malicious blobs. The Dark Side may have cookies, but they're full of laxatives.
  5. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Lengthy posts are good. I enjoyed it and it made clear to me when and why she slides down to an instinctual will to survive at any cost. I hope she realizes she doesn't need to feel as guilty going all out on them given the impermanence of their injuries, but she seems to be in a battle trance and probably doesn't have time for that boring rationalizing thing.
  6. Wanna do something?

    1. Reinholdt

      Reinholdt

      I like doing things.  Don't always have the energy for it, but I do always try.  What did you have in mind?

    2. Bohemian Eagle

      Bohemian Eagle

      Failing that, mad science

  7. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Really? That's pretty amazing. Now I can always imagine a befuddled Agony every time I picture him.
  8. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Then it looks like I was the only confused one. My apologies. I've had the desire to use that catgirl emote myself for obvious cat preference reasons. If only it held a different meaning, I'd probably use it all the time. You've got that correct. Two blood tendrils lashing out at Agony to choke him (and two at Sasha and two at Karuna). Granted, I don't know if he can be choked. But neither does Lirrey. It's a learning experience!
  9. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    There appears to be some confusion? over my latest post. Maybe it wasn't worded clear enough; I'm known to be unintentionally obscure and hard to understand at times. Maybe I tried too hard to incorporate whatever Lunara's doing without understanding its intent. Maybe it's just a bad post. Regardless, I'll need feedback in order to know what needs to be clarified or needs to be changed. I want to work with you to make a better RP.
  10. Reinholdt

    Lirrey Lines

    Chaos has all but broken loose amongst the cult-like suburban neighbors, their chants and calls becoming erratic, broken, and frenzied as fresh sin is heaped upon the previously pure. Their unison becomes more akin to the flailing of different limbs in a drastic fall: they're all pumping wildly for salvation but are hardly synchronized anymore. Attention remains primarily focused upon the dark shadow girl performing her own unholy rites, as she is the most tainted of all. But those who find opportunity also start to seek out Agony and Karuna, swinging at them violently to wear them down or grasp at them to weigh them down. At first the duo seems to hold the upper hand, dispatching the villagers with ease through their differing methodology. But more filter down the stairs every second. They should be able to keep up, no problem, so why is it that things just seem to be getting more and more crowded? The reason becomes apparent from an unexpected familiar face, as the jogger that first greeted them throws himself at Agony again. Again? Wasn't he apart of the first wave Agony swept aside and left broken, bleeding, dying? There is no such indication on the jogger's body, healthy as he ever was when he greeted them. A glance at the wall reveals far, far fewer bodies than Agony left in disrepair. Karuna's method seems to be fairing better, with more on the ground remaining there than not, but even some of those she had dropped were back up with no visible harm. Lirrey is a village. A village is not made of dirt and trees and buildings alone, but comprised of the people within who carry on its will in camaraderie and community. They are the village. They are Lirrey. Lirrey Is Eternal. What also feels like an eternity is how long Sasha is taking. The little shadow girl does nothing except continue to unravel the cable and pin it against the wall in a pattern of growing complexity. It is clear she is making substantial progress, but what imagery she is cobbling together is a mystery. At the very least it appears to be nearing completion. Just a little longer now. The Admiral has no intention of waiting for that moment. Perhaps it is the unbridled, burning need to see the sinners repent, awash in Lirrey's blood. Or maybe it has to do with the fact that her face is literally melting, blending together in a incomprehensible, grotesque mess. Holding out her arms, the flesh sloughed off them as the blood within split away from muscles and bone, coalescing into numerous hardened tendrils of ichor. "Re-repennnnt..." The garbled sound blows and bubbles forth from her decaying face as the writhing crimson appendages reaches for Lunara first, the pixie practically delivering herself. But before they reach her they suddenly recoiled away as if in horror. That one has not sinned. That one could not repent. With little recourse, the Admiral hones in on the others, each of the three finding a pair of blood tendrils stretching forth rapidly to wrap around their impure, vile necks and choke the fight out of them. Pulsating at a steady rhythm the red glow around the undisturbed Lunara only grows more brilliant until it perfectly matches the pool of eldritch blood resting calmly beneath her floating form. No, not calmly. It is throbbing at a familiar pace. Throbbing and rising, a thick tide of blood extending from the pool and wrapping around Lunara in a bubble of respite, cutting off sight in addition to sound, but not once soiling the pixie despite the moans of gravity. Within this perfect hollow sphere that throbs incessantly, it becomes perfectly clear through the soundless thrumming void. The rhythm is of her heart, naturally in synch with Lirrey's as it has always been. And the truth is made known to her. That the Truth awaits her. That the Admiral is a fine Avatar but was never intended to be the chosen Herald, merely being the first vessel to stumble madly into its embrace. That while the Admiral is Lirrey, is Eternal, she is not immune to having her free will revoked. That all Lunara has to do to accept her role and embrace her purpose is choose to be baptized as Lirrey's new Avatar.
  11. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    It'll certainly take me a hot minute to sort out this mess. You bunch of psychos. I have a feeling it'll be even worse next round. I love it.
  12. Mistress Blackhead is a really unfortunate name. It's like being called Emperor Zit. I'll consider it. I admit it is tempting to have an intelligent giant, dire riding spider around. Since Noah's so fond of them and all. But Mister Squiggles is also probably the next Zombug lord so I don't want to use him recklessly.
  13. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    I dunno. Agony talks a big game, but his promises of death were followed through with non-lethal blows? I think I read that right.
  14. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Overlapping jobs is absolutely rough. I wouldn't have the energy either I'd think. I don't mind a wait since it's a big moment and there's a known time quantity involved, but I don't want to ignore anyone else looking forward to more either. I leave the choice up to Dolor and/or Jaistlyn.
  15. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    @1ionFang Will you be getting to posts before the weekend closes out?
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