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[RP] Rebellion: time of day: Morning Weather: Stormy Moon phase: half moon.
The-Blades-slave:
Kyra
It's Raithen's good bye.
Raithen
It killed him to ride away, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, but he continued on. After a moment he ran into a group of undead dog looking things, he quickly got off of the stallion and drew his blade. The first and biggest growled and leaped, Raithens outstretched blade dispatched of it quickly, he looked up expecting to see the last, but instead he saw air. He whipped around and felt long fangs dig into his leg, swinging with his blade he cleaved the hell hound who bit him in half, then turned to the last blood pouring from his wound, this was going to be fun.
WhatThePumpkin:
Zer0 could barely contain his excitement as he walked into the room, and the man left. Three toys, all for him! He could do whatever he wanted! Oh, joy!
His lips spread into a smile as he removed the rest of the cloak, and he shrugged his shoulders, then stretched them out. " Kehehehe. We're going to play a game. You like games?" He looked around, to see their responses, at both his appearance, and his question.
The female uttered a soft cry, and she cowered behind the youngest. A healer, by the looks of it. He was wiping the last tears off his face. How cute. The oldest, standing at 5'6", glared at the taller Inhuman, and stood at attention, to intimidate him. He was burly, so obviously a warrior. And, the young woman must've been a blacksmith apprentice. But, she looked very timid. So much more fun.
"Here's the game. In my pocket, I have a cootie catcher! You, the players, are going to pick numbers, until I get to your ' fortune,' You follow?"
The oldest man scowled. " Don't toy with us. We'll fight you to the last. You won't even survive in here with us. I'll snap your neck."
Zer0 frowned. " Aww, don't be too sure of yourself. Let me finish the rules. Your 'fortune' determines what organ I get to take. If you're unlucky enough to get a blank space, you get to eat one of those organs of my choice. Or even better~ I'll open you up like a pig, and force you to choke your roomies here with what guts you have~ Isn't that beautiful?"
He giggled, and the taller man pushed him back. " You sicko."
02 growled. " Your point IS?" Zer0 revealed a disturbing grin, twisting his head to the side again. " The best part is, we can keep playing and playing until you die of bloodloss. Or, until i get new toys! Kehehehehe~ Any questions?"
Tickles:
Well well well, what do we have here. A hero that believes he can.
Hamon was watching the boy fight off his flesh hounds.
He has more than a handful, I better not interfere. I have bigger things in mind.
He walks smugly towards the main building of the city, where the leaders should be hiding out. he lead a pack of assorted minions with him, keeping him safe as they caused guards to disperse and fight alone.
I grow tired of this, by the time I reach the building, I will barely have a fighting force.
He raised his staff above, and shouted out a simple spell to dispatch any guard nearby.
Trahant Vitam!
He absorbed the life out of any fighting guards, causing them to drop dead on the ground. Their corpses were empty, as Hamon absorbed whatever life energy they had left.
Pity, i would have had a great time having them join me.
The path to the main building was clear.
(Blades, your character is out of range of the spell)
lubbies:
Me-I do have one, why.
I stand up.
Me-take me, leave the others.
I've left all hope, there's nothing left for me to hang on to.
The-Blades-slave:
Raithen quickly dispatches the last hound with a blow to the head, then he limps back onto the stallion. Looking around he spotted a man with a symbol on his ofre head approaching the capital building
Halt!
Raithen charged towards the man on his stallion.
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