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2:50am Mar 14 2014
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There is a world, cast out in the far reaches of the galaxy. A world with it's name and history removed from existence, yet has a thousand legends in every race of the galaxy. A world constantly churning and reforming, it's very reality and laws of physics mere playthings for the children of the Anti-Gods, yet eternally monotonous and singular in it's course of history. A world, fought over by five armies of the Demons of the Foul, a churning war zone contested by the most horrid extra-dimensional monstrosities imaginable where every atom and molecule is infused with horrible magic and demonic energy. A world, known by the Demon Legions that fight over every single piece of the planet, as Theuledesh, the Five Deaths. However, in the eternal quest for a permanent empire in the mortal realm, one of the five Demon Kings that vie for the world has cast it's influence far across the expanse of space and time to gather the most unlikely of warriors from the most unlikely of places to it's cause, in a vain hope to finally turn the tide and turn Theuledesh into a palace of the spawn of hell and a staging point for the creation of an Empire of Nightmares...
Rules (If I even need to put these..) 1. All the Res rules apply 2. No powerplaying, Godmodding etc etc etc 3. As many characters as you like Blaka 4.The roleplay will start on Earth and will probably immediately involve fighting and we will move to Theuledesh later on
Bios (It is actually the same skeleton as Heart of Purity, your welcome) ::-Name-:: ::-Age-:: ::-Gender-:: ::-Species-:: ::-Appearance-:: ::-Powers/Abilities-:: ::-History (optional)-:: ::-Personality (optional too)-:: ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:20am Mar 16 2014
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(BAM! Bios!)
::-Name-:: Ebony Scarlock::-Age-::
Appears to be somewhere between her late twenties and early thirties. ::-Gender-::
Male. Now that is either a sudden plot twist or a lie. Take your pick. ::-Species-::
Aramuk ::-Appearance-::
In her human form Ebony is lean with tangled black hair that falls to her mid-back. Her eyes are pale teal, her ears are pointed at the tips and she has two small v shaped chunks taken out of her left one. Ebony typically wears a pair of black cargo pants and a dark teal shirt accompanied by a black velvet waistcoat. She also has become attached to a dark green beret and a long tattered velvet coat.
In her feline form Ebony is lean with black tufts of hair at the tips of her ears much like a caracals. She has long tufts of guard hairs around her chest, cheeks, shoulders and the base of her tail. The fur on her tail is long and silky while the rest of her pelt is evenly short and thick.
Dragon form:
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/120/1/5/hugs_plz__by_featherblaka-d63mu2h.jpg
(Though she dislikes hugs from most people.) ::-Powers/Abilities-::
Ebony is skilled at anything to do with telepathy and if she is agitated enough/in enough danger she is able to take on her dragon form. ::-History (optional)-::
Let's not. ::-Personality (optional too)-::
Ebony cannot stand to be bored and as a result she grows restless and impatient if she is idle for more than a few minutes. She can be selfish and irritable at times as she sees no point in doing something for someone unless she gets something from it. The idea of following anothers orders ruffle her hackles and she often feels the need to prove that she is 'a higher rank' than others, generally resulting in aggression. She completely lacks a moral compass. ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
She suffers from post traumatic stress disorder due to an old injury to her stomach which left it sensitive to contact. ::-Name-::
Holly Ornitha ::-Age-::
Has been frozen at the age of sixteen for several hundred years ::-Gender-::
Female ::-Species-::
Vampyrum ::-Appearance-::
Holly is slim and stands at around 4'11 with base-of-shoulder-blade length golden-brown hair usually tied back for convenience. Her default eye colour is gold, but is changes depending on what element she's manipulating at the time, so she generally keeps a rock in her pocket to keep them brown. Wears a forest green long-sleeved shirt accompanied by a brown jacket and trousers. She also has a long crimson scarf made of spider silk that doubles as a rope and a sheath in her right pocket for Lance the golden fire-spitting sapient paintbrush wannabe-sword. And the obligatory little fangs slightly longer than average human canine teeth.
Holly's wyvern form is slightly chubby, due to a combination of being the age of the pups of the species and any free space being filled by a hydrogen bladder/sack. She has a serpentine neck, body and tail and stands quadrupedal on proportionally short and stocky legs ending in large padded paws, the front containing sharp retractable claws. She has two short three-pronged horns protruding from the back of her skull and large pointed ears. A long silky golden brown linear mane runs from above her eyes to her shoulders and the same long hair sprouts from the tip of her tail. Her underside is plated with large pale blue scales and short gold coloured velvety fur covers the rest of her body. Ranges between the sizes of a worm and a mountain. Has a tendency to hiccup small hydrogen explosions and float to the ceiling.
Alternatively: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/180/9/d/cookies__by_featherblaka-d6b9vqp.jpg
Were:
http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/156/b/b/tablet_taming_in_process_by_featherblaka-d67zg6z.jpg
Though the gold isn't as green, the tablet screen messed with the colours.
::-Powers/Abilities-::
The ability to manipulate and create elements, though she's still learning and often makes mistakes. ::-History (optional)-::
Ask her. ::-Personality (optional too)-::
Due to an experiment by Lance, who is linked to her mind, she is prone to random mood swings and personality changes as her head contains the minds of other deceased wielders of the elemental paintbrush. This also leads to the occasionally verbal rampage or flashback that can be triggered by something related to a past event. Holly herself is generally kind and dislikes verbal or physical fights, which she will often try to break up. ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
She has a fascination with the sky. ::-Name-::
Wharshin ::-Age-::
Unknown, from what is known of his species he is fully grown. ::-Gender-::
Every one assumes he is male, and he has given no information to disprove this fact. ::-Species-::
They have no name for themselves as they communicate through images sent telepathically, but they are known as Mask-cloaks by others. ::-Appearance-::
Procrastination is happening. I'll update this when I decide to stop.
http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/119/6/6/possum_terror_____by_featherblaka-d63gl68.jpg ::-Powers/Abilities-::
He has the ability to manipulate elements, though it is incredibly underdeveloped and he can do little more than direct them. He is skilled at creating illusions and is currently studying defensive spells, but so far he has barely mastered a few simple deflective spells. ::-History (optional)-::
No way. ::-Personality (optional too)-::
Wharshin prefers to stay away from conversation, but he will join one if he feels he is needed or to assure other's that he will not slaughter them without reason. It doesn't help that if he hasn't 'fed' for a while he will often lash out at others in the hopes of getting a meal of fear. It isn't uncommon for him to use sarcasm or mock anger and aggression, but unfortunately he isn't familiar with the standard ways of showing emotion through tone, so he often comes across as serious. Generally he is well mannered and he prefers to keep the peace. ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
He is a skilled pipe player and swordsman. He is also classed as royalty among his people, though he rarely mentions it. ::-Name-::
Fleco Poltergeist ::-Age-::
16 ::-Gender-::
Male ::-Species-::
Human elf hybrid. ::-Appearance-::
Fleco is slightly taller than average and has the typical slim elven build. His ears are lobeless and pointed and his facial structure is somewhat feminine looking thanks to his elven side, and although it's not to hard to tell he's a male, it's feminine enough to tease him about it. He has dark brown eyes and hair, which is short and typically messy. His clothes are often oversized and in a slightly ragged condition and he almost always wears an old brown trench coat with pockets full of bits and bobs that fend of spectres. ::-Powers/Abilities-::
He's sensitive enough to see most spectres and his ability to go unnoticed and pickpocket others seems to have more to it than stealth. ::-History (optional)-::
He disowned it along with his family. *cough* Deadwood *cough* ::-Personality (optional too)-::
Fleco is a horrendous flirt with every just about every female he meets. This is because deep down he is insecure and wallowing in self pity. He hides this by being annoyingly arrogant. He's generally an upbeat person, but when people push his buttons he will almost instantly become cold or aggressive. ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
He should keep his nose out of serious business.
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Grimsley (He will also accept any flattering ti
tle given to him) ::-Age-::
He appears to be in his mid thirties, but he is obviously older than that. ::-Gender-::
Male. ::-Species-::
Settegrawkian Vampire. Unfortunately due to experiments in science-magic his DNA is continuously being shuffled and spliced with the DNA of just about any other creature. ::-Appearance-::
The only constants about Grimsley's appearance are his dark eyes- one of which is completely grey-, the pale scar that runs diagonally across his face from above his left eye, the monochromatic tendency of his coloration, the long retractable fangs in his mouth, and the dark markings he has around his eyes. Grimsley typically wears a tattered grey sleeveless tunic and a ragged pair of black pants. He also carries a pair of dark shades incase he has to enter an environment with high levels of light, as his eyes are incredibly sensitive. ::-Powers/Abilities-::
He can suck people's souls out through their mouths, but that's more of a species trait. ::-History (optional)-::
Nope. ::-Personality (optional too)-::
Grimsley is incredibly egocentric, vain, and really an all round mean person. The only thing that saves him from being a complete jerk is that he generally leaves people alone and doesn't involve himself unless someone pushes his buttons. The only things that get him out of his house/lab are the need for sustenance, supplies and burning curiosity. ::-Other (obviously optional)-::
He bites.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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3:28am Mar 18 2014
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(The laziest Bios ever, I apologize XD Literally copy-and-pasted, i apologize for poor quality)
::-Name-:: Sword Master (Leonard Silverdome) ::-Age-:: 31 ::-Gender-:: Male ::-Species-:: Human ::-Appearance-:: Sword Master is almost imposing upon first appearance, standing at just over 6'4” with a very muscular, fit physique and cold, uncaring brown eyes. He has fairly long, relatively untouched black-brown hair and dark stubble which adds to his imposing nature. Sword Master is typically seen wearing a dark red jacket, black pants and large black boots, a black shirt, a black watch, a crocodile skin belt and has lately begun wearing a large pair of sunglasses to cover his tired eyes. ::-Powers/Abilities-:: He has immense skill in an enormous range of modern and ancient weapons, he has a large amount of survival knowledge and is an excellent driver. He also does not age. ::-History-:: Sword Master, along with his Sidekick Bow Wielder, was a great hero many centuries ago, saving hundreds of people and even fighting in two wars created by the God-Likes. After the second war the God-Likes left earth-some at will, others less so, and the God-Like The Pure bestowed immortality upon Sword Master so he would not age and could watch over humanity forever. ::-Personality-:: I'll roleplay it out ::-Other-:: Silverlock!
::-Name-:: Bow Wielder (Tim Laur) ::-Age-:: 17 ::-Gender-:: Male ::-Species-:: Human ::-Appearance-:: He has short blonde hair and blue eyes. He has brown pants and black boots and a black shirt underneath a black leather jacket. ::-Powers/Abilities-:: He has skill in a large range of modern and ancient weapons, but prefers to use his specialized bow which can fire over 70 specialized arrows. He also has a large amount of survival knowledge and does not age. ::-History-:: Bow Wielder, along with his partner Sword Master, was a great hero many centuries ago, saving hundreds of people and even fighting in two wars created by the God-Likes. After the second war the God-Likes left earth-some at will, others less so, and the God-Like Cor Osculum bestowed immortality upon Bow Wielder so he would not age and could watch over humanity forever. ::-Personality-:: I'll just roleplay it out ::-Other-:: He has a motorbike!
::Name:: Black Sword (Cece Blacklock) ::Age:: 24 ::Gender:: Female ::Species:: Human ::Appearance:: Quite short with pale skin. She has long black hair tied in a ponytail. Wears black sunglasses, a dark blue shirt under a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, black leather boots, and a silver belt which usually contains a small stone sword. ::Powers/abilities:: Large variety of close-quarters combat skills including several martial arts and excellent sword fighting ability. She also has good computing knowledge. Her sword is the legendary Durendal, one of the four swords of power. Durenal is the sword of air and grants enormous speed and agility to it's wielder among it's other powers. She also does not age. ::-History-:: Cece Blacklock was one of the original members of the Daemonium Venatores-a group thats soul purpose is to fight and slay the Demons of the Foul. After her and her group fought in the second war of the God-Likes she was made immortal by the God-Like Rose Aeris and so the Daemonium Venatores has endured ever since. ::-Personality-:: I'll roleplay it out ::Other:: She has very little emotion and no sense of mercy or regret.
::-Name-:: Shade (Martin Lone) ::-Age-:: ? ::-Gender-:: Male ::-Species-:: Human ::-Appearance-:: He wears a full, black, hooded cloak, silver boots and silver gauntlets, his face is covered by black fabric except his large, red-lensed goggles. ::-Powers/Abilities-:: Shade is one of the Sicarius Agents (Assassins) of the Daemonuim Venatores and excels in stealth tactics. He has a large variety of technology to aid him, including a heat-vision mode on his goggles, twin hidden knives, hidden pistols and hidden bladed-whips inside his gauntlets. He also carries smoke bombs, grenades and EMPs. ::-History-:: ? ::-personality-:: roleplay it out ::-Other-:: He is not a very warm person, but will quickly get to like people.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:28am Mar 18 2014
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(Shall we begin?)
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:38am Mar 18 2014
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(Yep :3)
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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2:41am Mar 19 2014
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The massive arched corridor was over twenty feet tall, a huge hall with massive windows, a curved/pointed roof and made out of black stone, a long red carpet stretching it's length. In between each window was a massive statue of a Saint or Holy person halfway up the wall, but without any light the statues seemed eerie, their faces now full of hatred and jealousy and their positions changing when looked away from. Just inside the visible spectrum waves of multicolored energy surged down the corridor from every direction, the nearly visible eddies and tides of energy swirling and crashing against each other like an other-worldly ocean.
As Bow Wielder walked down the enormous corridor, he could feel a gaze upon him. He knew instinctively it wasn't natural, or even supernatural, it was something far more ancient, far more terrible. It was a gaze that bore into his very soul, seeped through his mind and perverted his body. It was a gaze he knew he didn't want on him. He shuddered, as if the action would somehow give relief, but the gaze did little more than intensify, his borrowed Bellator Armour pieces glowing slightly to protect him from the unholy attentions.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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4:11am Mar 19 2014
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Grimsley strode down the corridor after him, his tail twitching and his hackles bristling. He was currently in the half-form of a domestic cat and his body still ached from the transformation. He also disliked being watched. It made him want to remove peoples eyes, and that made him hungry. It didn't help that three of the humans within pouncing distance had souls that were practically bursting out of their material forms. Whenever he turned his head away from one of them he could see the bright glow that wasn't there out of the corner of his eyes. They were asking to be devoured. He flicked his barbed tongue over his lips and contemplated ki-
"Stop thinking." Ebony said, glancing at Grimsley. "It's incredibly disturbing and acting on it would be a blatant violation of the 'no infighting' rule."
Grimsley's lips pulled back slightly as he spoke. "Get out of my head you filthy hypocrite!" Her nose looked especially breakable today.
"You let me in there for a reason." Ebony said with a shrug.
"Guys please...." Holly said quietly, slowing her pace a bit so that she could stand between Bow Wielder and Grimsley. Not that she was paranoid or anything.
"Yeah guys!" Fleco joined in, either not taking the situation seriously, or trying to lighten the mood. He was very pleased with the new magical protection-doohickey's he'd acquired.
"Be serious!" Holly protested.
Wharshin focused on the faint waves of spectrum that twisted about the corridor, fascinated by the occurrence. He clicked reassuringly to his mount, Sunder, as she tensed under the alien gaze.
(I made a decent post! I'll add Sunder to Wharshin's bio at some point.)
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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1:40am Mar 20 2014
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(The armor Fleco and my characters are wearing (excluding Shade) is just shoulder pads, gauntlets, chestplate and boots, pretty basic-but really not XD)
The faint sounds of children moaning in sickness and gurgling, vomiting squelches flowed through the room along the eddies of anti-magic, which grew larger and more powerful with every step. As the group progressed down the corridor the hallway began to change, leering faces and twisted symbols molded into the stone and the statues weeping puss or made partially from rotting flesh. Visions of horrific plagues on an unimaginable scale, of mounds of rotting corpses and of giant buzzing tides of flies flashed through the minds of those in the hallway, only their for an instant. Bow Wielder nodded to the team of Bellator Inferna that stalked along the opposite wall of the huge corridor, the red-headed warriors wielding massive super-advanced flamer weapons, their full body battle armor glowing with holy righteousness and protection. The two teams had been sent up through the sewers to flank the supposed unholy ritual going on in the main hall of the old cathedral whilst Sword Master and the rest of the Daemonium Venatores battle group went in for a direct assault.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:01am Mar 20 2014
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(But it's more than Fleco has ever had XD)
Sunder tossed her head uneasily as the images flashed past.
Holly visibly shrank in fear, once again leaving Ebony to question why she had let her come in the first place.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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2:11am Mar 20 2014
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There was a massive explosion of dark green liquid filled with black splotches in front of holly. In the gargantuan plume of liquid disease were constantly churning and swirling eddies like the ones in the air, twisting and forming leering faces, symbols of demons and other symbols. However, only Holly could see the tower of vile infectious concoction.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:38am Mar 20 2014
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Holly yelped and blasted the horrible thing with white hot fire.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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2:50am Mar 20 2014
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"Holly!" Bow Wielder said, diving out of the path of the wave of flames. "There is nothing there Holly! There is nothing there!"
Then suddenly, it started to be there. Ebony, being the most psychically atuned, saw it first, although it had increased in size. The Bellators and Grimsley saw it next, although now it was over twice the size. Then Bow Wielder and Fleco could see it, and it took up the entire corridor in front of them. "Oh..." Bow Wielder added.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:52am Mar 20 2014
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"Nothing there?!" Holly squeaked.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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3:04am Mar 20 2014
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The Bellator Inferna saw the wall of ichor as what it was and immediately dashed into a firing line, crouching and spreading themselves into a semi-circle to have maximum overlapping coverage with their flamers. "Guys, I think we need to get back!" Bow Wielder said, dashing back to behind the Bellators, an arrow notched. His armor (and Flecos) psychic forcefields were visible, the armor heating up due to the pressure it was under. Those without armor were buffeted by Foul energy, their mind being attacked by a wave of diabolical energies and visions and malign spirits trying to possess them and tear out their soul.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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3:19am Mar 20 2014
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"That thing with the setik being posessed by demons." Ebony said, grabbing Holly's wrist and pulling her back as she was preoccupied with clutching at her head, although thankfully Grimsley's little pendant did it's job and provided extra protection from the mental attacks. "We don't do it!"
Sunder screeched and reared up before turning tail and galloping to the relative safety behind the Bellators.
Grimsley backed up to avoid the flames, followed quickly by Fleco.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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1:36am Mar 21 2014
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(They aren't flaming yet)
The portal shuddered and a thick cloud of flies erupted from the wall of pus-filled gloop. The flies were massive, some easily the size of mice, a cloud of huge fuzzy creatures that carried dozens of deadly contagions each. The Bellators held fire.
Then followed the Demons. The first were the lesser Demons of Pestilence, hooded Rat-men that were rotting and decrepit, their eyes white and seeping pus, their bodies skeletally thin and rotting. They had crusty brown rag that somehow wrapped into a hood and dragged huge rusted knifes seeping with poisonous infections. Then followed the second kind of the Lesser Demons; giant bloated white-green creatures that were shiny with mucus, their stubby arms and legs barely managing to allow them to waddle forth. They had no necks, their fat heads sticking out of the top of their body, two little curved brown horns sticking out of them. They had big black eyes and a skeletal nose sitting above a massive mouth constantly overflowing with toxic vomit. The Demons released waves and spirals of the nearly invisible energy and flickered and faded slightly, as if not quite in tune with the material plain.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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1:53am Mar 21 2014
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(Oops XD)
Grimsley and Ebony watched the demons with unblinking attention. They were fancy new magical entities that they knew next to nothing about, and they were clearly excited about seeing them. Not that it would stop them from killing the pretty new creatures if they were given the chance.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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2:09am Mar 21 2014
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The Bellators opened fire. Huge sheets of silver flame engulfed the Demons, the purified flames scorching their unholy flesh. Black liquid dripped off of them in huge quantities in a similar way to flesh melting off of bone, but the creatures suffered no actual injuries. The Demons moaned and gurgled in pain, almost all of them imploding into black smoke that would then be quickly sucked back into the portal along one of the eddies of Foul energy. Suddenly, in an explosion of flies and pus, a group of three Regurgitators appeared behind the Bellators, each vomiting a beam of vomit mixed with flies, pus, mucus and hundreds of virulent toxins. The tides of vomit were so toxic and unholy they melted everything they came into contact with. Despite the fearsome protection offered by the Bellator's armor the overlapping tides of contagion dissolved three of them almost entirely, those nearby suffered partially melted armor, their psychic shields clearly visible.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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2:12am Mar 21 2014
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"Damn." Ebony said. "That's bad."
Holly attempted to manipulate the vomit-beams.
Imma flippin\' fairy pixie! :P
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2:22am Mar 21 2014
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Holly's powers did little but draw the attention of the Regurgitators, the liquid disease drooling from their maws technically not even made of physical matter. They turned and started to waddle over to them. Bow Wielder fired two arrows in quick succession, both sticking into one of the creature's heads then exploding. There was a shower of black blood and the creatures head exploded, torn apart by the detonations, but after the explosion the creature still had a head somehow. The Bellators continued to focus their fire on the portal, incinerating droves of Demons and millions of flies, which had now filled the air.
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy-Fabius Bile
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