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  1. Cerebri scoffed a little. While he knew he was in an illusion, he did not fancy that the illusion was some form of parade, and parades irked him as they always blocked off paths of escape when one was needed. The words from the blob only served to reconfirm what was fairly obvious, but he had to admit that the illusion cast was one that was quite strong. For the illusion to be this accurate required a lot of concentration, and a trained eye could normally see right through in a matter of glances. This one however, was so detailed that even the surfaces of the walls and rocks looked real, with textures akin to what one would find in the real world. The one thing that tipped him off however, was the airships. To have airships underground and this deep in would be impossible, and logic dictated that this was the only option left. What they had to do now was to find the source of the illusion. "Let's start over there," Cerebri growled, pointing over at the distance. There was a trail that his eyes had detected; it led deeper into the antechamber of the illusion, and whether this trail would turn out to be part of the illusion he did not know. He walked forward, using his Pathsight to navigate. Some paths led to groups of people, standing in malicious ways, while others led to weird and wonderful things that seemed to be too good to be true. He knew he could not tell between whether they were truly there or not, but decided against touching anything unless absolutely necessary. Finally reaching a small rest point with an outcrop of rocks to conceal himself, he looked back toward the blob. "Your move partner, what do you think we should from here on?"
  2. "Hiya pops," I grumbled, looking at him as I started to turn away from him involuntarily (or was it voluntary?). Well, it's no loss anyway. In fact I would consider it a win. However, taking into account the circumstances, it would better if I faced him, and therefore I turned, rather comically, flailing and thrashing to face my father. "This measly thing is supposed to help me? How," picking the blue prism off his hand and examining it carefully. "You have done your part. Now, where is it? The key," my father replied, silky smooth voice that sounded like a blunt pair of scissors scraping through silk. Somehow it just grated me the wrong way. "Let me go do my stuff and you'll find out," I retorted defiantly. I just could not help it. Helping my father was just something that I could not do easily. Growing up near that halitosis-ridden mouth was just.. the worst. Every laugh as the whip cracked for me to do something for him, every snort as I tried to do something that would please him; that both made my blood boil and my spine shiver as I remembered what I had to suffer around him. "And why would I do that my boy? What are you hiding?" He cut straight to the chase. At least he knew me well enough to know that I had something I wanted from him. Hiding from him was never an easy task; he always seemed to know what I was keeping secret from him. This time though, I was prepared. To spill everything. "Well, as you very well know, Asmodeus has your key. You might want to wage war with him to get it back," I replied with a small smirk. Looking at the rage slowly creep into my father's face was a thing of beauty. First, a small vein would pop in his left temple. Then, as his blood slowly started to heat up, you could see it glow, and the heat would start to cause every surface vein to glow a faint bright orange. Even so, father tried to play it cool. "How did she end up there anyway?" he asked, as coolly as he could. "Let me answer that question for you, my lord." I snapped my head as far as I could. Slithering to his side, Neposirus, as slimy as his character was, chuckled along the way. "You see, my lord, Dyloceus had deliberately placed her in the hands of Asmodeus himself, hoping that at least the two lords of Hell would argue over taking possession of the key. " "Is that so, my son," asked my father dangerously. I had to pick my words carefully now. Any wrong word could cause serious trouble for me. "What do you think old man? That I would hand deliver something so important to the most feckless and idiotic Lord of Hell? Dream on ya big lump." See? I told you I could not help it. Roaring in anger, my father's rage was one to behold. Grabbing a few nearby imps, he crushed the lives from them, tossing their corpses into the fiery pits below me, causing the fire to jump and lick at my bare skin. Totally worth it. Finally cooling down after a few more dead imps and demons as well, my father sat back on his throne. "I have thought of a useful punishment for you." He sniggered, before giving my chain a large tug. Swinging across to him, he slackened the chain just as I reached his feet, and I crumpled to the floor as though I was grovelling at his feet. "I now name you General Dyloceus, and you shall lead my armies against the Lord Asmodeus to claim back what is rightfully mine." Horror filled my heart, but I kept a face as straight as an ironing board. To serve my father as his General? I would rather die. However, I had a mission to fulfill, and dying before that was not an option. I would unfortunately have to accept that massive dishonor and find a way out after that. Reluctantly I allowed my father to brand me with his order. Now, to settle the other parts of the initial plan.
  3. Aryssin awoke from her long nap, apparently having fallen asleep after her talk with Sheryl. The world had turned a little different since she last saw it, appearing more lush and green than what she remembered. It reminded her a little of home, a place she had not gone to for a long time now, ever since she banished herself. Her mind began to wander a little, thinking of this and that, before she realised that different was.. Not good. Quickly sitting up cross legged and rubbing the last bits of sleep out of her eyes, she realised her mind remained a little foggy. Inhaling sharply, Aryssin sought to quickly clear her head in order to investigate what was happening. However, all it caused was a massive headache, as the cold air constricted her blood vessels and the sudden rush of blood did not mix well together. Grabbing her head as the pain slowly dissipated, Aryssin calmed down. Placing her hands with palms facing upward on her thighs, Aryssin started to notice her breath, following its path from nose to abdomen. This slowly started to ease her, allowing her senses to open up and take in more information. Finally coming out of her meditative state, Aryssin looked around. The food from last night still laid where she last put it. Picking it up, Aryssin mindfully ate it. Taking the final bite, she stood up, dusted the small pieces of food that fell on her clothes, and started calling out for anyone who might be nearby.
  4. Rolling for the success/failure of my actions in Acrophobia part tres
  5. Rolling for the success/failure of my actions in Acrophobia part deux
  6. Rolling for the success/failure of my actions in Acrophobia
  7. aaaaaaaaaand I've been lazy with posting. Many apologies, will be getting a post up in 2B soon (within the next 2 days definitely). @Veloci-Rapture
  8. Cerebri walked a few paces before he heard that voice in his head. warning about Uhltor's might or somesuch. He was not really paying attention, instead choosing to focus on the signs that were on the walls. That cat paw was something awfully familiar to him, like he had seen it somewhere before... then it struck him. "Stay close," he called to the rest of the group. Without looking back to see if they they had heard him, Cerebri bounded from rock to rock, reaching the fourth one and squinting again in the direction the previous arrow had pointed. Soon he spotted the next paw, this time pointing toward a moss covered stone. Taking 5 steps towards it, the Helldriver bent down and plucked a small lump off the rock and popped it into his mouth, slowly chewing on it. The moss smelled like old socks but tasted of buttered potatoes, which made Cerebri gag a little, yet savour the taste somewhat. Powering through the nasty smell, he swallowed. Instantly the world lit up around him. He saw luminescent trails that led off into the distance, each fork that led to an abrupt halt. He surmised that those were trap-laden areas of the cave. All except for two. Following the trail, he came to the split in the road. "Ingest that moss you see on the floor there if you need it," Cerebri said gruffly, pointing in the general direction of where he picked it. "It's called atiin chʼil, or the guided herb. Smells unpleasant, but it grants a manner of... Pathsight, if you will." Pointing in the direction of the two forks, he added, "It also seems like we are going to have to split up to fully explore the cave. Who wants to lead the other?"
  9. Dyloceus rasped and choked, falling to the ground with a thud. The chains had more power than he anticipated, which was a problem for another day. He gasped for breath, allowing the air to enter his lungs, and slowly his heart began to calm. Folding his wings back and allowing them to merge with his body, he massaged the areas where the chain had held him fast. "You are going to have to wait while I recover," sneered the cambion, not wanting to be controlled by the likes of Gavin. He would do his thing at his own time, not at the beck and call of anyone. Finally, after deliberately allowing for some passage of time to pass, and forcing the wayfarer to stew in his own thoughts for a while, the cambion looked over at Gavin. Clearing his throat to gain his attention, Dyloceus motioned for the wayfarer to move towards him. "We know what the arses here are after. That is vital information to us." Dyloceus paused for a while, allowing his thoughts to form a little clearer before continuing. "We can be information brokers, since we know that this information will be useful to many. Here's the plan." Dyloceus rubbed his hands in glee. "We are going to cause as much chaos down here as possible. What we have to do now, is to tell as many Lords of Hell what has come down here, and where to find the key. This will most likely start a massive 'discussion'," (Dyloceus motioned air quotes) "which will then be our time to steal our way in, set her free, and leave this place." The cambion fished through his pockets for a small little marble, no larger than a pea, but so transparent that one could almost not see the outline of the marble itself. Pointing at the marble, Dyloceus slowly explained what it was. "This is a Marble of Faust, a highly magical item that can remove any foreign item from any object. I tested it previously, and it worked like a charm. It apparently has the power to remove curses as well, which makes me believe that it would be able to remove that darn thing from Dawen's body." Dyloceus held out the marble and placed it in Gavin's hand. "To use it, you have to place the marble on the point between the eyebrows. You'll know it has worked when the marble turns colour," preempting any question the wayfarer might have. "I am entrusting you with this artifact, wayfarer. Do not lose it or break it. I only have one." He lied. The cambion stood back up. Eyeing the surrounding, he slowly scanned the place. He was not far from his father's domain, and that was where he was going to start with the news spread. "Head east, you'll reach another Lord's domain there. Their demons look distinctly different from these over here," Dyloceus stated, pointing at the ones below them, where their heads all contained a third eye. "Get at least two Lords of Hell, I will get two myself. We shall meet back here in six hours." Unfurling his wings once again, the cambion took off south, toward the place he hated most.
  10. Cerebri toppled from the top of the creature's head as it came tumbling down onto the jagged floor. Clutching his side, the Helldriver took a moment to examine himself for injuries. Realising that he was merely covered in bruises, with a rather large one forming on his side where he impacted with the rocks earlier after being blown off his feet, Cerebri walked and winced a little. With the cerberus finally controlled by Rodan, the battle was effectively over, and the remaining bone golems were taken down by the angel that had followed them on their journey. Finding a seat, Cerebri gingerly took of his coat and began slowly treating his injuries. He had realised that there was a flying item attempting to heal others in the vicinity, but he trusted only his own items, and declined an opportunity to be healed by it. Fishing through his pockets, Cerebri took out a small container that contained a vile smelling herbal mixture that was meant for small wounds and applied it on himself. Curiously, upon touching the injured skin, the vile smell instantly dissipated, replaced by a sweet smell, akin to that of flowers in spring. Cerebri had obtained this salve as a favour from one of his clients; a family of apothecaries who were pursued by the local authorities for adding cyanide to their healing potions, causing the death of one of the local governor's family members. Little did the governor know it was Cerebri who set things in motion, who poisoned their well in order to gain the business of the apothecaries. Now that the family was forever in his debt, the Helldriver had an unlimited supply of the salve, which turned out to be extremely useful. Putting his coat back on, Cerebri looked up. Everyone was off doing their own things, so he decided to have a look around the cave. Scanning the walls, he soon came across a carving; an arrow with a cat's paw right above. Calling out to no one in particular, he motioned to the carving, before stepping forward and following the direction set by arrow, hoping to find something, some clue as to why he found the cave so immensely familiar.
  11. Dyloceus found himself frozen still. He knew Gavin was about to freeze him, but chose to take the attack instead of counter his move. The ice tickled his body as it spread, doing nothing but keep him in place temporarily. He could break out, but wanted to see what the wayfarer had in mind before he chose to act. Seeing the wayfarer give in to the void powers disappointed the cambion. This was not what he had expected from the wayfarer; he knew that Gavin had more fight in him than he realized, but to see that he had taken the easy way out was really saddening to the cambion. ‘Time to knock some sense into that bugger’, he thought to himself, before heating up his body. Soon the ice that trapped him began to melt, and pretty quickly he broke free, sending shards of ice everywhere. The petrification of the dell was not something he could not reverse, however it required time and a lot of energy. Energy he was not ready to spend. Not yet anyways. Flying over to the wayfarer, the cambion leaned down close to his ears and whispered,”Let’s all go on a little trip, why don’t we.” This caught the wayfarer by surprise, which gave Dyloceus time to sweep out the legs from underneath him, causing him to slip and lose ground. Quickly picking the wayfarer up by his ears and using his chains (or rope or whatever bondage item that was that kinky little fella) as a tether, the cambion followed behind the half elf as she was dragged into the depths. “Welcome to my world,” he said to the wayfarer. The orange of fire lit up the place, creating plenty of bright spots that would blind anyone that looked too closely. Behind all that light was the deepest shadow, a large and rather stark contrast to the hellfire and brimstone. Dyloceus knew what laid behind the curtain. He looked at the place with detachment, numb to all that was happening around him. This was a pseudo home to him after all, spending his formative years here in the company of liars and meat cleavers. All that noise he was already accustomed to, and he was able to drone out their screams for mercy or of delight (he could never really tell which, they sounded too similar). Sensing that they were near their destination, Dyloceus flew a little quicker, causing the chains to slacken a little. With a little shake (pretty violently for Gavin’s ears though), the chains fell off, and the cambion flew to a small outcrop of rock that hid the both of them. “I do not have time to explain why I did what I did,” started Dyloceus, turning to the wayfarer, “and I don’t think you’ll believe me either, but there is a reason I did what I did. I believe I can fix it, but for me to do so I need your trust.” Holding out his hand, Dyloceus moved it closer to Gavin, intending to shake hands. He did however, put the other behind his back, gripping on to the handle of his knife in case something went truly and utterly wrong.
  12. Cerebri was surprised how at ease his female companion was around him, seeing how he was always cold and rather aloof to the whole group to begin with. A companion to many men in the past? Someone with a lot of prior experience in such circumstances? Cerebri did not care at this time. He was with a beautiful lady, and all was right. After his companion had asked him to go get some drinks, Cerebri gave Eliza a small smile and walked off to the barkeep. "Give me two cups of your finest ale," he growled, before leaning on the tabletop. "Just a moment!" Breaking out two large tankards filled to the brim, the barkeep nodded to Cerebri, smiling a wide grin. "Pretty lass," piped the barkeep, continuing his silly little grin. "Where'd you find such a fine one?" "None of your damn business," growled the Helldriver. Glancing back at the elf, Cerebri could not help but stare for a little bit. A rush of heat hit his cheeks and painted his visage rouge for a second. Realising this, Cerebri quickly asked for some ice, which he quickly rubbed on his cheeks to force the blood away. Once satisfied, he brought the tray of drink to their seats, where he placed them in front of the lady. "To you," he said in a gentler tone, though it still came out as somewhat rather gruff, and drained some of the golden liquid. As the charade continued, Cerebri constantly scanned the room, looking out for the two lieutenants. They seemed to sit apart from each other, probably to discourage the notion that they knew each other, while being close enough to each other to assist should the need call for it. "Come on, let's find a more private area." Taking up both mugs, he strayed toward the two lieutanents, before tripping on purpose and sending his two tankards flying expertly at the two lieutanents. Immediately they shot up, avoiding the liquids with precision. 'Good reflexes,' Cerebri thought to himself, hoping that his other two companiions had noticed their movement. Quickly getting up, Cerebri apologised to the two men, offering to buy them drinks and insisting on doing so. Signalling to the barkeep to prepare two tankards of ale, he signalled to Eliza and Jack: it was time to move.
  13. Cerebri continued his dance, weaving and easing through intense heat and cold rock, taking shots when the opportunity presented itself. His mustekballs were not doing much in the way of damage, and must have felt more like bee stings than solid pain to the cerberus, but the Helldriver continued firing anyway. He was tempted to try out the new ammunition that he had gotten from a client just recently, but felt that this was not the time to try something new as he did not want the item to backfire on him. It was told to him that this new ammunition had better penetration and was a little explosive as well; this was something he wanted to try when things were more secure and was a little more controlled too. Taking a glance around, he saw that the others were doing all they could to contain the threat of the cerberus, with the exception of one. The man he had transported before, Rodan he believe he was called, was attempting something at the leg of the creature. 'Suicidal,' he thought to himself, staring at the man for perhaps a tad too long. A wave of heat him Cerebri like a volcanic eruption, blowing the man off his feet and landing on the rocks. His coat had saved him from a much worse fate, helping to take the brunt of the lacerations and impacts that would have otherwise done him massive damage. "That's it," the Helldriver growled, taking off his hat and hanging it on his waist. Pulling up his three tailed whip, Cerebri cracked it once, making a deafening snap across the cave. Running forward, Cerebri threw forward his whip, snagging a rock off the ceiling. Using his momentum, Cerebri pulled himself up, swinging across in a wide arc before letting go, landing on the back of the cerberus. Running up its back, the Helldriver continued firing into the back of the creature, eventually reaching the top of the middle head. "Bow to me you insignificant thing," Cerebri bellowed, tossing the whip around the cerberus's open maw and tugging back hard, jerking the head backwards.
  14. Name: Aryssin Starting HP (5 for everyone): 5 HP Starting Sanity (4 for characters coming from the previous thread, 5 for new characters): 4 Sanity Normal Skills (Chosen 3): Heal, Meditate, Buff Special Skills (Chosen 3 for characters coming from the previous thread, 2 for new characters): Mass Heal, Counter Attack, Advanced Buff
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