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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
Phillip was pratically a naked skeleton now, kicking at Curho with whatever might he could manage.
In his research into undeath, he had come across many spells. One had seemed to call to him, it seemed as though it was meant for him. He knew the spell that could save him.
But it was forbidden. It was heresy in even the darkest coners of his mind.
He mustered whatever mana he could, ppouting it all into an orb of frostfire that formed in his hand. He fed it everything except the necromantic magics he needed to survive.
It was nearly larger than himself or Curho, swirling with blues and reds.
"Filthy fel worshipper!" He yelled, rearing the frostfire orb back and slamming it into Curho. "Do your worst!"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak'tuk Demoneye
Location: Shadow Council Camp, Silithus
Curho staggard back, his grip on Phillip lost. He used demonic magic to shrug of all that pain that he could but still dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. "Clever... undead," he said. "But not... good... enough." With a deep breath Curho lunged at the battle-mage, swinging his burning, fel-iron blade at the undead's skull with all of the strength he could muster and forming a bolt of fel-flame with the strength he didn't have.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
Phillip used the blunt side of his sword to block the felfire, melting it. His face was all but gone, his pale yellow eyes rested in the sockets of his skull, skin not returning until just behind where his ears should be. The top of his head and his hair had somehow remained intact.
He yelled, grapping the flaming sword and taking the blade low. It smashed into his ribs, cutting into them. He then lunged forward, attempting to stab the tip into Curho himself.
Post by
Morec0
(( What's "grapping"? It sounds illigal. ))
Character:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak'tuk Demoneye
Location: Shadow Council Camp, Silithus
Curho reached out, grabbing Phillip's arm to stop the blade from reaching him. He growled as he continued to press his sword further into the battle-mage, the flames begining to lick at his robes. "Why wont you die?" he said. "What do you have to continue to exist for? A world that will be consumed in flames and darkness? HAH!"
Yanyaku saw what was occuring and rushed to her master's aid, brining a claw down to crush Phillip.
Character:
Sprixx Steamfuse
Location: Booty Bay
"How much does she usually spend here?" Sprixx asked Jeck, nodding towards Annewood. She was clearly a lady of... bizzare tastes, but did she have the pocketbook to back those up?
Post by
Atik
((Grabbing, I keep hitting P instead of B for some reason.))
Phillip
Silithus
"What do I have to live for?" Phillip shouted back. "I asked myself the same thing back at Sunwell, watching your masters tear through the army I fought with!"
The claw smashed into Phillip, held back by necromantic energies; the last thing Phillip had.
He chuckeled, sinking his claw-like bone fingers into Curho's shoulder and holding on. "And you know what? I lived then when I thought there was nothing to live for." He attempted to absorb some of Curho's magic into himself.
"Now you're asking me. And let me tell you; I have a lot more reason to live now than I did then!" He sceamed.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak'tuk Demoneye
Location: Shadow Council Camp, Silithus
Curho grimaced as he felt what little of his magic he had left being drained. "Then you wont mind dying a second time," he muttered. He pulled away from Phillip, leaving deep gashes in his shoulder where the battle-mage had grabbed him, and pulled a scoll out of his robes. With his own blood he drew a rune and then faced it towards Phillip.
The battle-mage's shield began to waver and Yanyaku pressed down harder on it, finally breaking through. "You sided with the wrong faction back then, and you died for it. You oppose the wrong faction now, and you will die for it." Yanyaku roared and again brought her claw down towards Phillip.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
Phillip slammed into the ground hard. He heard snapping as his ribcage broke open and his spine threatened to break.
"Anger..." He said, his voice almost chanting. "Hate... Determination...." His body began to rise, not by his own power. Some unseen force held him up until he cound lace his own hands and knees on the ground.
"I'll give you the show you're dying to see, Curho... But I must warn you that it is HERESY!" He screamed his final word, standing suddenly and knocking Yanyaku back. His last bit of skin seemed to evaporate off of him, his bones giving off a light mist of frost.
The skeleton stood naked, a blue mist overcoming Phillip's eyes. "You were right Curho..." He said, raising his hand and charging a frostbolt with the power stolen from the warlock. "Dying again wasn't that bad. It's the next part that will suck..." He smiled as best he could with no flesh. "For you, not me."
His hand shot up with recoil from launching the frostbolt.
((He isn't full-lich yet, his soul is still within his body and all.))
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Sanctum
"Joor mastah 'as passed away," the troll said quietly, taking out the runestone and showing it to the mana wyrm.
"Ah'm 'ere on be'alf of one of 'is 'eirs, Isundraa - although, joo probably know 'er by da name Nightbane, if at all."
Post by
Monday
Characters:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
/Antharios Sunflame/Fundaen Orebeard
Location: Silithus
Antharios rolled out of the way of the fire. As he finished the roll, he came upright and swept his sword at Koren.
Character: Khaz
Location: Silithus
Khaz burst from the ground next to Curho. "Curho, run!" he called. "I'll hold him off. I die less easily than most here."
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
"
Filthy vermin! We'll see about that!
" Phillip stated, his voice echoing like the wind. He lunged forward, grabbing Khaz and attempting to absorb whatever magic he had.
The skeleton of what Phillip once was raised its hand and opened its mouth suddenly, letting out a feral scream as it slashed down at the dwarf.
Post by
Monday
Character: Khaz
Location: Silithus
Khaz chuckled and let his magic get drained away. At the same time, he placed the shotgun against the undead's skull and pulled the trigger.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
The shot blew the upper part of Phillip's skull to bits, sending them and a strange mist flying outward. Well the pieces scattered in the sand, the mist drifted away-as if seeking something.
The skeleton paushed for a moment, its entire body still reared backwards. It straightened itself, standing upright. The skull seemed to be slowly reforming as it looked at Khaz. For a long moment, it seemed about to say something.
And then it screamed and slashed wildly at the dwarf.
Post by
Monday
Character: Khaz
Location: Silithus
Khaz dodged the blow and scuttled backwards. "Undead, don't know when to die," he grumbled.
Post by
Atik
Phillip
Silithus
As the skeleton continued to attack Khaz, the mist made its way to the sanctuary Ga'Crane, Snowmane, and Gurka were at.
It stopped for a second, watching Ga'Crane and Gurka, before moving on to the resting Snowmane. It floated there for a moment before noticing an empty liquor bottle rolling under the bed. Somehow, it had made it all the way from Flamehowl's basement, through Feralas, and now to Silithus.
The mist dove inward, slipping through the cork of the bottle and taking up residence. A series of brief flashes shot out from under the bed as the mist setteled within the bottle.
Silvia
Silithus
Silvia smiled as the Felguards went to work preparing themselves to serve Dag'Rema. She had decided to use her own blood, hoping for more of a thrill from it. She now only mildly regretted it looking at her bandaged arms.
One of the Felguards fanned her as she drew more symbols on the ground, preparing them for various sorts of demons. She could protray herself as a powerful Eredar Lord if she wished to summon dreadlords or similiar demons, but she liked them small.
She began work on void walkers.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Curho Demoneye
,
Lak'tuk Demoneye
Location: Shadow Council Camp, Silithus
Curho nodded greatfully to the... dwarf-thing. "Use this if you have to," he said, tossing Khaz a scroll of protection before using one of teleportation to return to the Shadow Council camp. Yanyaku remained behind, breathing fel-fire at Phillip.
A flash of light was visible through Lak'tuk's tent, and she looked outside to see what it had been. She saw Curho lying on the sands, not moving. "Father!" she screamed in horror, running out towards him.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Sanctum
Ga'Crane frowned, trying to muster all he knew about Star-Pelt.
"Well..." he drawled in thought, "'e did exist in non-corporeal form for several years, if not decades, maybe dat's why da protocols 'ave been messed up."
Post by
355559
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Sanctum
"Umm, ugh...If mah memory serves me right, dere was some sort of accident involvin' joor mastah' and a moonstone - somethin' on da lines of 'Stealin' Elune's light', Ah think. As a result 'e lost 'is body annnnnnd became connected to dat moonstone...
Annd dere was also dat void demon, strangely connected to joor mastah', 'is name bein' Void-Maw. Ah got possessed by 'im at one point, and den 'e was dealt with for good. Ummm...."
The troll looked helplessly at Gurka.
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