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  1. sorainvoked

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Zombugs.. Meant to be squished lol
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Is this a war of the lions shout out? IF SO I LOVE IT
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    * whew * that was a close one
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Mm mm good! FINGER LICKIN' Y'ALL
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    Night of Terror [Knoles]

    Bill looked into the building with the wonder of a child. The meat locker! They had finally gotten rid of the creatures outside the door; it was tough enough to try to kill them (that pesky shell was metallic and hard), and Bill was not one to like deshelling his meat. Food was suppoed to be soft, delectable, and incredibly moist on the inside. That shell kept the liquids in, and trying to get to the liquids to drink them in was just too much of a hassle. Bill opted to just smash the head shell hard enough to leave a sizable dent in it. Rambling forwrards, Bill tried the knob, but it would not budge. Locked! Those darned creatures locked the door! Now he would have to work for his meat, and that made Bill annoyed. Bill let out a moan. "AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he went. The inside of the building suddenly burst out in screams, sobs and whimpers. The moan had somehow illicited a response from the meat. Ooooh, live ones! Even better! The meat would be so much more tender! Bill hoped that there were the young creatures in the building. The tall, broad ones with facial hair tend to have too much fibre in their meat; made for bad chewing. Bill hated having fiber all stuck in his teeth; Bill never flossed. The other taller ones who had no facial hair but with two big bumps on their bodies were a little too fatty for his taste; the last time he had one of them he could not wash off the oil and grime on him for two straight days. Bill hated taking baths, but having one of them would mean having to take a bath for two days. Bill hated the hassle, and thought he smelled fine the way he was. Now, the young ones. Short, small and juicy, they made for the perfect snack. The juices were perfect too; a perfect blend of oil and red sauce. Bill looked forward to that the most. He would definitely take them first, and save the rest for later. Bill could wait no longer. Fiddling with the knob yielded no results, so Bill went back to the shelled creature, plucked off its head, and started hammering at the door. A dent. A crack. A cacophony of cracks. Finally, a hole. Reaching into the hole, Bill turned the knob. The door swung open. Stumbling into the house, he immediately spotted the meat, all huddled up in a corner of the room. "Meal time boys, fresh meat," he exclaimed to his other three companions, as their voracious appetites began to kick in. Each of them reached for the nearest small creature and dug in.
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    *growls* BRING IT
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Ahhh my stack got squashed hahahaha
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Bill has tasted spider and now he wants moreeeeee
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Yo! I'll be in this particular thread trying to kill you guys, so please, make it hard for me to do so! :D makes it all the more fun hehe.. Looking forward to this!
  11. sorainvoked

    OOC Yh'mi Black Destiny

    Of the soul baring or bone crushing variety? Thanks. Really appreciate it.
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    OOC Yh'mi Black Destiny

    I do apologize, it was a spur of the moment thing and I should have asked before I wrote it. If you'd rather have that I'll edit my post as required. Do let me know. I apologize once again.
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    [Quest] Black Destiny

    Aryssin returned to the stone wall, glad that the fighting was all over. She knew that she could do with a little rest, and that was all that mattered to her at the time. The girl stared off toward the hole in the wall, observing all the little worker ants slowly piling more rocks and mortar into the wall, patching it up as much as possible and and quickly as possible as well, in case a rogue monster decided that the weak and dying were good snacks. Letting out a huge sigh, Aryssin got off her derrière and made her way toward the injured. Just then, a blacksmith announced the rewards were ready, and dropped them at the front of the church. Rifling through the items, she found a pair of armguards that were rather light and seemed to provide adequet amounts of protection for her hands. Putting them on, she felt a surge of power course through her veins, even causing her sword to start glowing. Intrigued, she pulled out her sword to inspect it, finally realising that the sword needed some form of recharging, and that it would boost the user's magic with magic already stored inside. It was like a magic sponge, soaking up what it collected and giving off what it had to help when squeezed. This made her wonder if the armguards were the same, and whether it could be imbued with other kinds of magic as well. Putting the questions off for later, Aryssin walked over to the nearest injured man and began reciting her healing spell. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Eater-of-what now? Could there be a cheesier name to that creature? Why not eater of condiments? At least that would be original," Dyloceus replied. "AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FACE WOMAN!?" For the last comment Dyloceus got a sharp smack to his face. Realising that Dawen had done it for his protection, the cambion grumbled, but begrudgingly acknowledge the elf's contribution to his safety. Just then the blacksmith walked out, bearing gifts for the adventurers who had helped to protect the town. In it was a small little box that somehow managed to catch the cambion's attention. Walking over to the blacksmith, Dyloceus pilfered the box, before slowly sneaking off toward Dawen once again. Striding next to her, he opened the box, seeing two silver earrings embedded within. "Oh, I thought they'd be cuff links or some such. Oh well," he thought, before sticking one through his left ear. Blood came pouring out of his earlobe, having never pierced his ears before. The cambion uttered an "ow" before piercing the second one into the same ear. "Darling aren't they pretty," he said to Dawen, while blood was dripping down his ear. The elf and the cambion went towards the wreckage, claiming to be one of the volunteers of the wall restoration committee. Walking towards the outer regions of the wall, both the elf and the cambion claimed to have a tummy ache together, and slipped into the woods, undetected by the guards at the wall. When they were sure they were not being followed, they slipped farther into the woods, never to be seen again at Inns'th for a while.
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    [Quest] Black Destiny

    The black tentacle wriggled down the front of Aryssin's body, its slimy appendage dragging across her, leaving a slime trail. The slime probably the item with the healing properties, Aryssin thought, as wherever it touched, relief from the pain happened. The black tentacle started to coil itself around the chest area, coiling itself around the lithe little human, and the suction of the tentacles had her blush a little. Aryssin started to squirm as the healing took place, and she felt her personality change, ever so slightly. She felt the tentacles tightening, and this did not make her angry; in fact, the slight constriction had her moan a little, and the tentacle smacked her on the face, every so slightly. The prickling pain from the slap made her a little happy, and at first she felt weird and slightly disgusted by it. However, the more the pain started to wash over her, the more she felt a sense of joy, elation that she could feel, and the pain reminded her of that. Aryssin suddenly fell to the floor, bouncing off her buttocks as she landed on the cold dirt. Opening her eyes, she saw that her body was healed, that all the pain was over. Her ribs that were broken were set and mended, all the cuts and bruises that she gathered through the battle were gone. A tinge of sadness entered her, ever so slightly missing the pain that she had to endure. Looking around, she saw the witch doctor giggling in delight as she shut her book, and behind her stood a castle; Catherine was glaring down at the witch doctor, ready to pull out the witch doctor's head with her bare hands should it be needed. "Thank you," she mumbled to the witch doctor, before standing, gingerly. A pop in her knee, a few cracks in her ankles, and she stood straight. Looking at Catherine, she walked slowly to her side, before stating that she was leaving. Walking away, she looked back ever so quickly, the image of the witch doctor's maniacal grin stitched into her face. Aryssin felt a sadness that she was leaving the witch doctor, a longing in her heart that she did not understand. Looking back forward, she tripped on a protruding stone, falling onto her knees and scraping her knee. "Oooh," she cooed in happiness, happy that she was once again in pain. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The not-so fatherly figure of Dyloceus's father looked at Dyloceus sideways, cocking an eyebrow in the process. "This? A gift? Whatever for," he mused, twirling the chain on his oversized finger, making the three inch thick chain look like a stray piece of thread in his hands. The question made Dyloceus hot under the collar. The cambion glared at his father, but chose not to fall for his bait. "That, my dear father, is my gift back to you, for so graciously granting me one previously," the cambion slurred. "Speak up, I taught you never to slur your words, not once could I hear you when you did that," Dyloceus's father replied. "Well then, you could get an ear trumpet, I remember buying you one a number of years ago," the cambion retorted. "Enough of this. Who is this, and why was he brought to me?" Dyloceus's father tugged at the chain, causing the head of the naked man to jerk upwards. Glaring up at Dyloceus's father, the fallen knight stared defiantly, before sticking out his tongue and chomping down hard. The severed tongue rolled on to the floor. "That, my dear father, is the key to Yh'mi," the cambion replied. "The man was once connected to the vast network of Yh'mi, and has deep insight into its workings. It's up to you what information you glean from the man." Dyloceus's father's eyes widened slightly. "Hmm, that's nice son. Now, what do you want from me? You never give me anything unless you want something." Dyloceus's father began tightening his grip on the chain. "Remove the extra bloody tattoos from me," Dyloceus spat. "I never wanted them in the first place." Sighing slightly, Dyloceus's father shook his head. "I can't do that, anything else?" "I should have guessed. At least tell me what the limits are then, so that I will never break them," Dyloceus shot at his father. "Well.... That's the fun isn't it? At least for me," the demon smirked, making Dyloceus rankle a little. "All right, good bye son. I'll see you soon, I'm sure.." Feeling one more tug at his tummy as he rolled his eyes, Dyloceus flew through the air, landing with a loud thud in the middle of the square in Inns'th. "Time to bail I suppose," he thought as he dusted himself off, before spinning on his heel and walking toward the biggest hole in the wall.
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    OOC Yh'mi Black Destiny

    Wrote half my Aryssin post before realising I made it into some semi-S&M lesbian erotica. Hmm. *ctrl+A+del* Back to the drawing board..
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