Gage made a mad scramble for the bucket of water, crawling as fast as he could despite the intense burn. His skin showed no sign of the burn, and that was what scared him. If felt like it was coming inside of him. he quickly grabbed the bucket, and pored it over himself, yelping in despair as the pain only got worse. He began to convulse violently on the ground, thrashing and clutching at his chest and stomach.
**Anteedo**
I should have seen this coming! I thought to myself, reaching back into my quiver, and undoing a small button on the side of the pack. as the cover slid off, it revealed five arrow shafts that were colored an icy sheen of blue. I drew one slowly, reveling the cool, smooth feel of the shaft, and the lightness of the point.
I closed my eyes for a second, focusing on the intense heat Depis' body emanated, and broke out into a run towards the demonic man, eyes intently focused on noone but him. As I came within twenty yards of him, i stopped abruptly, drew my bow back, and fired, the arrow wisping a trail of frost as it flew. By the time it impacted, hitting Depis square in the back, I had drawn another, and sent it flying, impacting just under his left shoulder blade towards the middle of his back. I smiled triumphantly as the arrows began to hiss, then force their way into his flesh even deeper. In ancient Letherian, the arrows were Inat Untihr but in the native human tongue, they were known simply as Frostbite.
((xD one thing about the Letherians is, there archers always carry ice, fire and explosive arrows....just of Letherian make not Aetherian.(But still just as deadly)))
What? Gage's sword got its blade melted off, not yours......right?
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((Or... She works at Ben and Jerry's and just happens to have a canister of Liquid Nitrogen in her inventory because she was teleported here in the act of stealing it from them because they fired her for stealing ice cream in the first place? And it is one use only? XD
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I, Wolfy-chan, am very hard to RP with because I fail at fire jokes and swear too much.
Meh, you're not that hard to RP with, but really, you're fighting a FLAMING SKELETON guy. It's BEGGING for a fire joke :tongue.gif: .
Name it The Sable! Name it the Sable! :biggrin.gif: It's a species of marten, or is used to describe a very dark, sleek fur color, like black. It's highly valued for it's fur in Russia, too. :3))
What's a marten? Okay, I kinda like it, Sable it is!
(Did you know that Diamonds don't melt in lava?).
Indeed I do.
((And if you think the stolen diamond block is god-modding, change it to glass instead.
I don't, but idk about everyone else though, though we seem to be rolling in diamond-y stuff at the airship.....right?
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
{Matthew returns to the door behind which was the yelling person, found and grabbed the lever, and was about to throw it when a thought struck him.} "What's your name! Are you with the Graundul, against them, or by yourself?"
(I just got Pokemon White today. There is really No connection between N (Me) and N (Pokemon))
(Also did Larkus just tell me his race/heritage thing? Assuming he did...)
"I believe you. I came here thinking you were connected to them. I guess I should tell you who I am. I am one of the last pure-aetherian alive. Nice beauty of a ship you have. I used to fly the occasional one around. I am glad I could meet you. It's been so long..."
"Indeed it has....though if my hunch is correct, there may be a way to go back there.... *sigh* I'll be back in a moment. The knight found some sort of plating tool, see if that's useful at all."
"Alright, archer. What is your name? Archie? How original. Alright, what- Matthew, let the poor sap out before he asphyxiates. Grandul or not, just let him out of there.*sigh* Alright, Archer, what is it you won't to know?"
Meanwhile, in the land of Whogivesadamn.....
Depis howled as the ice arrows struck his back. For once in his life, he felt a sensation other than rage or heat. "Impossible! You're not killing me that easily though! I WILL BURN YOU!" Depis yanked the arrows out of his back, and dropped them into the water, where they began to freeze the pond, quickly covering the whole body, and reaching for Depis with frosty tendrils. "NO!" Depis yelled. He summoned his rage, and let out a burst of fire, pushing back the ice to the edge of the pond. "I WILL KILL YOU!" Depis focused his rage into one last fiery burst, and shot flaming bones at the younger of the girl warpers. She fell over, cinders covering her arms and legs. "HA!How do you like that?" Depis felt yet another sensation that day. Pride. Followed by that cold feeling again... "What? Noooooo! Without my rage..... I am nothing...."
Those were Depis's last words, as he froze beneath the lake.... As if to say "You screwed up, idiot," a skeleton, formed from the remaining un-charred bones still littering the ground around the warpers and archers. The skeleton pulled a great morning-star out of the ground, and ran over to the remains of Depis, still encased in ice, and brought the great mace down on the ice, shattering it into hundreds of shards, and melting the ice, restoring the lake to its former state. Then it unceremoniously burst into flames.
((D: You auto hit her AND rped half of her reaction. I should like, gnaw on your leg or something.
OMG WHITE((The girl player character)) and N is the best pairing ever! <3 Sorry, had to get that out.
But now we all know that 'N' is the best letter. Because it's very mysterious.))
While Filly calmly brushed the cinders off from her spot on the ground, Maria was ->thisclose<- to going on a killing spree. "Rage? Hell no... *******." She muttered, watching the skeleton perform his little skippet with laughter. "Got what you deserved, you little maggot~" She sang happily, then walked over and patted Filly on the head. Believe it or not, cinders weren't really that bad to get hit by. ((Not like actual flames. Cinders tend to go out pretty easily.)) She tended the campfire, usually, and thus was used to them. So yeah, cinders weren't a big problem. However, getting hit by a bone was not fun. She wasn't a dog, after all. She stood up after a bit and laughed. "Well, now that that's over.. I think that me and Maria... Are gonna go walk off... Over there somewhere." Indeed, they were now going to dig a hole out of the side of the wall and live there, away from all of these dudes. After all, Maria had psychotic foaming mouth syndrome, and Filly didn't really like people all that much. The only reason the spider had scared the hell out of her was because she was nervous from having to talk so much. "Thank you very much for the help, though." Filly said with a small smile as Maria picked up the diamond block and the bucket. Now that they were together, the girls didn't need to be with anyone else. Filly had the basics off this world down now. Build a shelter, kick ass, and stay away from other people. However, she did find the scarred boy interesting though.((Yay for insane people. They're epic.)) Too bad she had a total feral mountain girl personality, because otherwise she might've actually tried to talk to him a bit.
"oh god whats that... Theres a fight going on" Crain realized. He frantically searched for some thing to drill through the door. "****ING **** LET ME OUT!~!!!!!!!!" As he slams on the door he hears some on struggling to open it from the outside. "GET HELP PLEASE. WE'RE GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH SOON!!!"
The plating finished and he took out his armor and swords. "That's more like it!" The ship started to turn on then. "I didn't realize it was functional."
Edit (li,it is another one I don't know. )
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
Larkus drew a knife and pinned the archer to the wall in moments. "You fool, this ship isn't airworthy, not by any means. I don't know if that will even accomplish anything more than permanently grounding the ship."
Name: Haktaug Bloodthrister
Age: 24
Alignment: Chaotically Evil
Job: None, Kills and Loots
Tools: A large paddle of pure black Obsidian, sharpened at the end and uniformly chipped 4 inches apart from each other to act as a large cleaver. Haktaug wields this with one hand and uses his spare hand to hold an iron buckler with a pointed boss. He also wears some sort of iron crown on his head with a noseguard, as well as several other plates made of hardened leather and given steel studs.
Appearance: Haktaug's most noticable feature are his pointed ears, like that of an elf or goblin's. His skin is tightly stretched around noticable muscles and his abdominal region is cut into six squares from constant core training. His eyes are a magnificent golden shade of yelow, and his skin is almost brown with constant tanning. His facial features are menacing and intimidating with many hints of maturity.
Other: Haktaug's moods alternate from a wild and berserk, enraged temper to a cold, distant and menacing hate. However, his cunning is able to keep both moods in check so long as he is not provoked. When he is in control of his emotions, Haktaug is brilliant when it comes to strategy and mimicry, and despite never having an education, he has excellent literacy, and is able to spell.
Weaknesses: It is quite an easy task to provoke Haktaug into combat, and in a majority of the cases, it is usually him who strikes first. He does not hold many grudges for long periods of time, most dissapating within days or even hours after it started. Haktaug is ruthless, and very, very, easy to detect.
Roleplaying Experience: Respected roleplayer on the Sporums, Literate and currently writing a book. Have been roleplaying for the last 3 years.
I fear I may have over-done him a little bit, If you find osmething wrong with him tell me and I can fix it.
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
{Matthew threw the switch and the door opened.} "What fight? There's no fight going on here. All there was was me asking whether and how I should open the door. You missed my questions. Also, you only just got in there. I passed by a few minutes ago and didn't hear a thing, and when I came back you were slamming on the door. How on earth could you be starving to death? You would have suffocated before starving. Anyway, back to business. What's your name?"
"And the reason you would have crashed it, is as a unpure Aetherian you can't control it. Hmph. If you're wondering it was easy to tell, I had plenty of time to figure it out while you were knocked out."
**Anteedo**
I ran towards the warper squirming an bucking in intense pain on the ground. "That burn can only be cured one way," I said, wondering if anyone was paying attention. I reached back into my quiver, drew the third Frostbite, and notched it. I sighed, and said a prayer in Letherian, then drew my bow, and shot the guy dead center in the chest.
**Gage**
Gage was screaming in pain so intense, he couldn't stop to catch his breath. He didn't even notice the boy with the bow walk towards him, or even when he drew the bow back. He did notice, however, being shot in the chest. As a matter of fact, as the arrow punched into him, instead of pain, he felt relief; cool, soothing relief. But he was losing strength. Being shot in the chest; even if by some miracle healing arrow, was still being shot in the chest. He was beginning to slip out of consciousness, vision becoming blurred and slow. hearing becoming echoey.
"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
"All of you, give it a rest," Larkus huffed. "Whatever you think you know about piloting doesn't apply here. This ship can't be piloted because the engine is damaged, the balloon is nonexistent, and in case none of you noticed 3/4ths of the ship IS UNDERGROUND OR UNDERWATER. Not to mention only half the ship is actually still attached to the balloon."
Just then, Larkus had an idea."But on that topic, you've given me an idea. The Sable could be useful if she were airworthy again. So we might as well make it happen. Archer, N, you two will be the pilots, so furnish the bridge to meet your needs. There should be plenty of raw materials on the lower decks." Larkus slid down the ladder to the second deck. "Mask, you and Matthew, and that person who was locked in the engine room, whoever he is, make this ship usable. Mostly just patch up the walls and such with wooden planks, and throw dead weight overboard. But make sure we won't be needing it later. Keep fuel, foodstuffs, and the like. Furnish the decks because if this works, we'll likely be staying on this boat for quite some time."
"Now, I'll be assembling a balloon so we can actually get off the ground. And Archer, quite frankly, everybody on this ship could have Aetherian blood or be a pigman in disguise and I wouldn't be surprised. Work with N, he's Aetherian too." With that, Larkus gathered as much wool as he could, and climbed up to the topmost deck of the ship.
**Anteedo**
I should have seen this coming! I thought to myself, reaching back into my quiver, and undoing a small button on the side of the pack. as the cover slid off, it revealed five arrow shafts that were colored an icy sheen of blue. I drew one slowly, reveling the cool, smooth feel of the shaft, and the lightness of the point.
I closed my eyes for a second, focusing on the intense heat Depis' body emanated, and broke out into a run towards the demonic man, eyes intently focused on noone but him. As I came within twenty yards of him, i stopped abruptly, drew my bow back, and fired, the arrow wisping a trail of frost as it flew. By the time it impacted, hitting Depis square in the back, I had drawn another, and sent it flying, impacting just under his left shoulder blade towards the middle of his back. I smiled triumphantly as the arrows began to hiss, then force their way into his flesh even deeper. In ancient Letherian, the arrows were Inat Untihr but in the native human tongue, they were known simply as Frostbite.
((xD one thing about the Letherians is, there archers always carry ice, fire and explosive arrows....just of Letherian make not Aetherian.(But still just as deadly)))
No I didn't. Sorry.
What? Gage's sword got its blade melted off, not yours......right?
......
Meh, you're not that hard to RP with, but really, you're fighting a FLAMING SKELETON guy. It's BEGGING for a fire joke :tongue.gif: .
What's a marten? Okay, I kinda like it, Sable it is!
Indeed I do.
I don't, but idk about everyone else though, though we seem to be rolling in diamond-y stuff at the airship.....right?
Meanwhile, while everyone else was in the middle of an amazing battle, all zito accomplished was making a small hut.
I gave him that sword and
(Also did Larkus just tell me his race/heritage thing? Assuming he did...)
"I believe you. I came here thinking you were connected to them. I guess I should tell you who I am. I am one of the last pure-aetherian alive. Nice beauty of a ship you have. I used to fly the occasional one around. I am glad I could meet you. It's been so long..."
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
"Indeed it has....though if my hunch is correct, there may be a way to go back there.... *sigh* I'll be back in a moment. The knight found some sort of plating tool, see if that's useful at all."
"Alright, archer. What is your name? Archie? How original. Alright, what- Matthew, let the poor sap out before he asphyxiates. Grandul or not, just let him out of there.*sigh* Alright, Archer, what is it you won't to know?"
Meanwhile, in the land of Whogivesadamn.....
Depis howled as the ice arrows struck his back. For once in his life, he felt a sensation other than rage or heat. "Impossible! You're not killing me that easily though! I WILL BURN YOU!" Depis yanked the arrows out of his back, and dropped them into the water, where they began to freeze the pond, quickly covering the whole body, and reaching for Depis with frosty tendrils. "NO!" Depis yelled. He summoned his rage, and let out a burst of fire, pushing back the ice to the edge of the pond. "I WILL KILL YOU!" Depis focused his rage into one last fiery burst, and shot flaming bones at the younger of the girl warpers. She fell over, cinders covering her arms and legs. "HA!How do you like that?" Depis felt yet another sensation that day. Pride. Followed by that cold feeling again... "What? Noooooo! Without my rage..... I am nothing...."
Those were Depis's last words, as he froze beneath the lake.... As if to say "You screwed up, idiot," a skeleton, formed from the remaining un-charred bones still littering the ground around the warpers and archers. The skeleton pulled a great morning-star out of the ground, and ran over to the remains of Depis, still encased in ice, and brought the great mace down on the ice, shattering it into hundreds of shards, and melting the ice, restoring the lake to its former state. Then it unceremoniously burst into flames.
OMG WHITE((The girl player character)) and N is the best pairing ever! <3 Sorry, had to get that out.
But now we all know that 'N' is the best letter. Because it's very mysterious.))
While Filly calmly brushed the cinders off from her spot on the ground, Maria was ->thisclose<- to going on a killing spree. "Rage? Hell no... *******." She muttered, watching the skeleton perform his little skippet with laughter. "Got what you deserved, you little maggot~" She sang happily, then walked over and patted Filly on the head. Believe it or not, cinders weren't really that bad to get hit by. ((Not like actual flames. Cinders tend to go out pretty easily.)) She tended the campfire, usually, and thus was used to them. So yeah, cinders weren't a big problem. However, getting hit by a bone was not fun. She wasn't a dog, after all. She stood up after a bit and laughed. "Well, now that that's over.. I think that me and Maria... Are gonna go walk off... Over there somewhere." Indeed, they were now going to dig a hole out of the side of the wall and live there, away from all of these dudes. After all, Maria had psychotic foaming mouth syndrome, and Filly didn't really like people all that much. The only reason the spider had scared the hell out of her was because she was nervous from having to talk so much. "Thank you very much for the help, though." Filly said with a small smile as Maria picked up the diamond block and the bucket. Now that they were together, the girls didn't need to be with anyone else. Filly had the basics off this world down now. Build a shelter, kick ass, and stay away from other people. However, she did find the scarred boy interesting though.((Yay for insane people. They're epic.)) Too bad she had a total feral mountain girl personality, because otherwise she might've actually tried to talk to him a bit.
((LOL sorry. I fixed it..idk what li is either.))
Edit (li,it is another one I don't know. )
Age: 24
Alignment: Chaotically Evil
Job: None, Kills and Loots
Tools: A large paddle of pure black Obsidian, sharpened at the end and uniformly chipped 4 inches apart from each other to act as a large cleaver. Haktaug wields this with one hand and uses his spare hand to hold an iron buckler with a pointed boss. He also wears some sort of iron crown on his head with a noseguard, as well as several other plates made of hardened leather and given steel studs.
Appearance: Haktaug's most noticable feature are his pointed ears, like that of an elf or goblin's. His skin is tightly stretched around noticable muscles and his abdominal region is cut into six squares from constant core training. His eyes are a magnificent golden shade of yelow, and his skin is almost brown with constant tanning. His facial features are menacing and intimidating with many hints of maturity.
Other: Haktaug's moods alternate from a wild and berserk, enraged temper to a cold, distant and menacing hate. However, his cunning is able to keep both moods in check so long as he is not provoked. When he is in control of his emotions, Haktaug is brilliant when it comes to strategy and mimicry, and despite never having an education, he has excellent literacy, and is able to spell.
Weaknesses: It is quite an easy task to provoke Haktaug into combat, and in a majority of the cases, it is usually him who strikes first. He does not hold many grudges for long periods of time, most dissapating within days or even hours after it started. Haktaug is ruthless, and very, very, easy to detect.
Roleplaying Experience: Respected roleplayer on the Sporums, Literate and currently writing a book. Have been roleplaying for the last 3 years.
I fear I may have over-done him a little bit, If you find osmething wrong with him tell me and I can fix it.
-Sun Tzu
"Well Archie, sorry to disappoint but I do kinda fit that Aetherian bill."
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
Lol! (Credit ViscousPrudoctions.
I ran towards the warper squirming an bucking in intense pain on the ground. "That burn can only be cured one way," I said, wondering if anyone was paying attention. I reached back into my quiver, drew the third Frostbite, and notched it. I sighed, and said a prayer in Letherian, then drew my bow, and shot the guy dead center in the chest.
**Gage**
Gage was screaming in pain so intense, he couldn't stop to catch his breath. He didn't even notice the boy with the bow walk towards him, or even when he drew the bow back. He did notice, however, being shot in the chest. As a matter of fact, as the arrow punched into him, instead of pain, he felt relief; cool, soothing relief. But he was losing strength. Being shot in the chest; even if by some miracle healing arrow, was still being shot in the chest. He was beginning to slip out of consciousness, vision becoming blurred and slow. hearing becoming echoey.
-Sun Tzu
Just then, Larkus had an idea."But on that topic, you've given me an idea. The Sable could be useful if she were airworthy again. So we might as well make it happen. Archer, N, you two will be the pilots, so furnish the bridge to meet your needs. There should be plenty of raw materials on the lower decks." Larkus slid down the ladder to the second deck. "Mask, you and Matthew, and that person who was locked in the engine room, whoever he is, make this ship usable. Mostly just patch up the walls and such with wooden planks, and throw dead weight overboard. But make sure we won't be needing it later. Keep fuel, foodstuffs, and the like. Furnish the decks because if this works, we'll likely be staying on this boat for quite some time."
"Now, I'll be assembling a balloon so we can actually get off the ground. And Archer, quite frankly, everybody on this ship could have Aetherian blood or be a pigman in disguise and I wouldn't be surprised. Work with N, he's Aetherian too." With that, Larkus gathered as much wool as he could, and climbed up to the topmost deck of the ship.