[rp] Mortal 11/11

Rathius(thinking): "Another one. I don't think I can possible fight both of them. I have to get out of this another way. I just need to get some time."
Rathius: "Really? 2 against 1? I wouldn't call that fair."

 

BTW @Amun_Ra, have you watched the anime Re:Zero?

 

Where is this going (Plz no Twister jokes)

 

Have you watched it?
The reason I asked is because in that anime there is "The Witch's Cult". The seven leaders of that cult except the which are named after the seven deadly sins. Just like in this RP. ^^

 

No I haven't. somehow I'm playing a game in which the current event has something to do with the seven deadly sins

 

"I am called Michael your honor. My father sent me to train with Luratos."

 

I was just gonna ask him if he had taken inspiration from the anime ^^
Well Gluttony wasn't a giant whale like in the anime, but there is still a chance :P

 

I try to follow the path where the soul disappeared to.

 

I lay down the harpy. "The witch's cult is a danger to everyone. They must be brought down, at all costs. But how to defeat them... There's a way. There always is," I say to them, thinking. "There are two elements to a battle: Power and Strategy. When at a disadvantage in one, the other can counter that. If they are superior to us in power, we'll just have to play smarter." I look down for a second, gathering my thoughts.

I look up and say, "We'll need to clear up the mess regarding the princess. Aurallim could find any public unrest an opportunity to attack, then we'd be fighting on two fronts at once. I also suggest that we prepare for combat against Aurallim. It may discourage an invasion. As for the cult... Hmm..." I turn my head slightly downward, thinking. "I'm not entirely sure what we're up against... But haste would be our downfall."

 

Sticking to the shadows, I make my way towards the source of the alarm bells. I may be able to learn what's going on...

 

Uh.. k?

 

I continue to look at them trying to stay hidden

 

Name: Abro

Age/Gender: 17, Male in human form. Unmesurably old in dragon form.

Race: Dragon

Class: Dragon

Affiliation: Neutral, but can be swayed by pure logic

Personality: Cunning, genius, and never lets his guard down. Can be extremely dangerous.

Weapon of Choice: In human form, twin shortswords, Fireheart and Ventricle. In dragon form, claws and fangs.

Secondary weapon: In human form, a small crossbow and an iron dagger. In dragon form, flames and any other weapons

Description: Blue-green in dragon form, with one slightly ripped wing. scars along his legs and face. In human, tall, with fair hair and a lean frame. has markings on his left cheek, indicating his true form. Covers this up with patches, says it's for old wounds.

Backstory: Back when time was brand new, Abro was brought into this world. He barely remembers it, except for one poignant detail: when he was created, he fell from the sky, shredding his wing on a mountain. This stopped him from ever being able to fly for long, and as such he took up residence at the base of the mountain Kehn. He lived there, usually in his human form, tending to a small farm he kept at the base of the mountain. Whenever he needed to change, he went into a cave to change. One day, he was tending to his farm when a boulder fell off the mountain, crushing his farm. Fearing it was an attack, he tried to fly to the town in the sky, and made it, but was shunned for living on the surface for so long. He set up a house on the outskirts of the village, and mourned the loss of his beloved farm, along with the family he had on the farm.

Others: Carries with him a necklace that belonged to his latest mortal wife

Preferred starting point: Sectorun Gon

 

"Pardon me, Princess Remilia, but I believe I have something I must present to you." Fen'ris says, bringing up Larbi.

 

i lost something? sorry idk with @Amun_Ra made more dragon slots

 

@RetiFile
Yeah we already have a dragon + we're at 11/10 people that want to join (including you is 12/10). But @Amun_Ra was thinking of increasing the amount of people that can join the campaign.

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Correct me if I'm wrong

 

Jack reappears behind the young rider's shadow. He looks back, looking shocked. He readies his halberd but realises that the figure is Jack.

From the distance, the demons start rushing at the four of them.

And yes I have. the Hakugei was gluttony? I thought it was some monster created by gluttony archbishop

Pride laughs. "We are the Sins of the Witch: we are not fair." He looks down at his hands, which starts to glow with purple power. "I am getting stronger, thanks to your fear and doubt." He says as a tail appears behind him.
Gluttony grunts. He opens his mouth. All around them, things start to clatter and move towards Gluttony. Rathius feels the pull of Gluttony's power; he cries, "Get out of here!" to the citizens of Lasdor.

Gluttony roars. Everything in front of Gluttony, in the radius of about fifteen meters, lift from the ground and flies into Gluttony's mouth. Rathius grunts as he crouches, trying to resist the pull. Pride takes a step towards Rathius, arms spread. He does not seem to be affected by Gluttony's power.

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And you know the sin archbishops all follow Satella, who is the witch of envy. Then there are seven witches all based on the sins

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Uadlokii hides in the shadow of a great stone. He hears the sound of many iron boots thudding on the ground approaching. The demon looks at the source of the sound and sees another rank of goblins heading towards Truskan.

They are confident on taking the town. Uadlokii thinks.

 

I step in front of the goblins. "What's up?" Then I spew a line of fire in front of them.

 

"Hmm?" Remilia looks confused for a moment. Then she nods. "Ah. Very well." She motions to the group of soldiers who have come to the site, who were now helping healers haul the unconscious to a nearby healing house. Two soldiers come to the Princess. "Take this man and heal him. Don't let him out of his room, though." The soldiers nod and, taking Larbi, rushes off with the others.

"Thank you." Remilia says to Fen'ris, then to the three of his companions. She reaches down to a plain looking leather pouch, then puts her hands inside. She pulls out another bag, which clatters as she gives it to Fen'ris. The Vilphan nods and receives the bag. After checking the insides and seeing the Liquid Emeralds, he puts it inside his own multidimensional bag.

"What you say is true," Remilia says. She turns to Zeisha. "You know how much power they possess. It will be useless to go out to hunt them alone. Your friend is right: There is a limit to how much you can fight, even with your vampire powers."

Zeisha shakes her head. "Would you look after them? My friends?"

Remilia raises her voice. "You can die!"

Zeisha turns back at the others. "I will contact you when I find sufficient information and a foe that I cannot defeat alone. Please give my fellow Hellbirds the option to stay or leave. They deserve it."

The devil starts to complain, but Remilia nods. "Very well. You know where to find me."

Zeisha smirks. Without saying another word, she transforms into a bat and takes off into the air.

Remilia turns to the devil. "Go. The vampire has left; heal up. Discuss your options with your friends once they wake up."

The man sighs. He nods, and follows the soldiers to the healing house.

Remilia then turns back to Asakeryu, who smirks and says, "You sure have a hard job, princess."

She smiles faintly. "That much is true." She says, then turns serious. "What you said about Aurallim and the Witch's Cult is true. We must take action. Would you join Rehniar in this war, for I sense that you can be of great use for this province."

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Yeah... as @Tisaun said, I already saved up two slots for people, and have no intention of widening it more. The dragon slot is also already taken. Sorry ;-;

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"There has been an attack on Truskan!" A dwarf soldier explains to the Ogovith guards. "Many have stayed to fight, along with a mysterious man who has the power over fire. He seems to be helping the dwarven forces." (The goblin forces haven't broken into the town yet when the soldier left town, so he does not know about the Balrog.)

Vyrdiin frowns. If Truskan fell, it would be a disaster for the dwarves.

 

I guess i still gotta wait right