Generic Fantasy - [5/7]

I start going down one of the walkways, using my sword to scratch a small symbol into the floor before I go.

 

"Alright screw this."
I headbutt him and when he falls back I bite at his jugular and gut him with a dagger.
Also I try to change the color of his blood to blue... so that his blood cannot carry oxygen? I can't remember how that works.

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"Eradius' backstory got nothin on this thing holy hell"

I feel triggered by this statment. Iwill take my revenge upon you by finshing my long backstory!

 

freezing the ice into a flawless sheet of about two meters diameter, I jump on my quickly improvised sled and slide down the path. About halfway down, the ice breaks apart, leaving me tumbling down the mountain. Managing to regain my feet, I wisely decide to jog the rest of the way.
At the bottom, I see a short figure

 

This isn't really how this RP works.

 

"Can you lead me to the city?"
After a while of walking in silence I decide to ask, "Is there anything... easier to do for you right now? Or is the fish the first priority?"

Hold on, let me finish my spell system first. And my (custom) weapon system... And my skill system. There's really alot here since I made a really weird character. xD In essence, my character is rejected by the current system. ;p;

 

Well this seems oddly familiar . . . :P

Yeah, Kae decides not to bother with that and goes on to try and find something to heal her.

 

Then im not opening the raven cage yet, but go check out the juggler

 

Daily update... but again.
(O_O)
...
(full responses and I didn't want to keep anyone waiting)

You wind down the path for only a few minutes before you begin to hear something that isn't running water. Footsteps, lightly and cautiously coming in your direction. Whatever it is, it seems to be just outside the light of your torch, maybe 50 feet down the tunnel.

You somehow manage to chemically alter the hemoglobin in his blood to be blue instead of red. How that's possible... magic.
However, the trade off to this is that he's fine, seeing as you haven't actually put any toxic substances in his blood and it's still normally carrying oxygen.

Short statement of encouragement to let those creative juices flow from the pores of untapped IMAGINATIVE POTENTIAL!

Arlen Rockseeker: "Aye, then, ya ready? I hope ya've gotten a good stay with us, but that's the blasted human empire's lands. Once ya cross that there river, we cannae' help ya."

Well I mean if that's what he wants I'm not going to ruin that.

"Nya. a fish that good can nyat be in any old river, can it?"

I can in theory fit 99% of it, it's just a real pain to do so.

Plus, I've gone the route for keeping your character as secretive as possible, so there's that.

There's still the problem in that it's blocking your progress forward at this intersection, as jumping down into the ditch probably wouldn't be very good for you right now, and that's without getting into how you might climb out.

There is already a small crowd around him, running the gamut from 'impressed' to 'acting indifferent but really impressed'. He has some kind of jester outfit on, with facepaint along with it.
The act is concluded by the swallowing of a dagger, breathing fire, and taking it out again, with the crowd clapping and cheering.
Jester: "Thank you, thank you. Donations are appreciated, they help me stay out here performing for you!"

 

Why not I put a gold in whatever he has as the donation thing and move along the streets whistling to myself as I do so.

 

OOC: I'm think I used all mine up... for like... the next year. RIP my English class.

OOC: Kinda fun seeing you do this... nya~ (=^･ω･^=)

I walk onward to the town.
"Hey, since you're a spirit... do you think I can pet you?"

OOC: I'mma make the cat talk as much as I can unless plot action happens. (=`ω´=)

OOC: That's what I'm here to do. Confuse the hell out of my GM with custom things. xD (Sorry Azura... >.<)

OOC: Thanks. ^-^ Although I'm probably gonna info dump my backstory onto the kitty sooner or later. ;p;

 

I nope out of there.

 

He doesn't know that.
"FUCK!"
I jump back.
"Oh, SHIT! OH, SHIT! OH, SHIT!"
I look all over me to see if I get any of his blue blood on me.
"FUCK! I DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH!"
I try looking as much horrified as I can.
"IT WORKED BUT I GOT IT ON MYSELF! PLEASE GOD JUST DON'T LET IT TOUCH MY SKIN!"
I throw my cloak off of me.
"YOU BEETER JUST STAY THERE! I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUR CORROSIVE POISONOUS BLOOD!"
I make my cloak a bomb and I throw it towards him and detonte it if it's not too close to me.
"PLEASE DON'T COME NEAR ME! IT CAN BURN SKIN AND FLESH IN FEW MINUTES! AND IT DOSN'T EVEN COME OFF!"
I begin to cry.

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Thanks, it's about 1,5k words at chapter one.

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Shit, I waited too long. Well I had plans for desing a skill tree and fighting styles. Yeah I'm still gonna do that. I'm happy we got more creative people to join the rp.

 

Hahaha. Join me. Together, we can make HMTN work harder than ever before! (^=˃ᆺ˂)

Edit: Actually, since you were here first, I guess I'm the one joining your cult. >.>

 

How far and wide is the ditch?

 

I cautiously continue forwards towards the river, my eyes scanning the far side. I reach the bank, and jab my sword into the water, freezing the area around it into a bridge across.

 

Yeah, you should see the shit I wrote in our private conversations; it's MASSIVE.

 

You tip the man, vaguely overhearing the jester muttering something having to do with all targets have been traced or something.
Your whistle-walk eventually leads you to the next interesting thing: A burning tavern. Well, sort of burning, as people seem to be having better luck with this one.

See now the screaming inside is just louder.

"I'm nyat really sure..? It's nyat like I'm some spiritual master, nya~. Though that would be just purrfect."
The tilde? New cat puns? Let's call this notch 3 of the eternal scream of anguish.

Nope nope nope nope nope nope
You're exhausted, having traced your way back under the latch (a maze-like straight line), but the stalker seems to be gone... for now.

The cloak flies off towards the side, as it's apparently too light to go in a straight line. The man tries to look at his stab wound, but is still dazed. There is panic now, slowly building in him.

oh noooooooo

15 feet from end to end, 10 feet down, extends as far as the street in each direction.

There's still a ways down the mountain - it may be a mile vertically, and you were at least halfway up. Ah well, you make it down. Nevertheless, the river is rather wide, maybe 700 feet, and your freeze only affects a small bit of the shore. Chunks of ice begin breaking off and flowing to your right.

and also terrifying and sadistic dear lord

 

OOC: It's not screaming... It's cries of relief.

I'm going to pick up the cat and pet him on the way. Or at least attempt to.

OOC: Quick, you're a GM. Level that skill to Tier X. ;p;

"Ohh yessss" - Mettaton 2015
Alternatively, the Kool Aid Man kicks down the wall. The fourth one to be precise.
Curse my inability to post links... but I'm to lazy to earn it anyways...

OOC: No spoilers like here to hide them in though, right? No running away from them. (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

 

I walk to it and before entering I cast invis on myself and go in to see how it looks inside and maybe get a free drink cuz why not.

 

Still crying I toss cookies at him with intention of not actually hitting him.
"GO AWAY!"
I put the bomb spell on the loaf of bread and start to rip it to pieces as I ran away from the man crying away from the direction I came. When I got far away enough from the bread I detonate it.