RP- The Shroud descends

While Ugos and the strange creature resembling Light battled, the Orc's and Saurian's charged towards the Cygor.
A fury of arrows rained down on it as swords slashed at it's legs. It roared, sweeping up a handful of Orc's and throwing them into a nearby tree. An arrow found it's way to the Cygor's eye and it shrieked, suddenly blinded. The warriors charged towards it, the battle disappearing behind a grove of trees.

 

Light gets pushed back a decent distance but hes not burn't or too injured. He has few scratches and realizes he has put up a fight with one of Lights friends. He clicks his tongue and looks at Ugos straight in the eye with a beyond killer intent. After a few seconds he dashes out of the area leaving behind a scary atmosphere.

 

Ugos stares after the figure and nurses a few minor burns. His mind is whirring but he knows that the fight isn't over.

 

"Well... uh, fancy sword you got there."

 

//Is this full already? sorry if it says anywhere,there are 56 pages =(

 

//If you can integrate your character well, go ahead.

"Had, more like."
He twirled the burnt handle in his leathery hands.

 

//I wanna get in on this, looks so fun!

Character profile:

Spoiler

Name: Vesuvis Adriddae
Race: Human
Age: 30
Homeplace: Donghaiwei, Theocracy of Morek, Continent of Dwilight
Specialty: Swords
Background: A former Ordermarshal of the Morekian Theocracy, Vesuvis had taken a ship from the great continent of Dwilight to adventure and explore, after his life in the Theocracy had proven to be boring from the lack of enemies to conquer. His resignation was a shock to many as a term in office was profitable and prominent, not to mention quite relaxed, as the office had been reduced to leading parading in uniform around the capital. Vesuvis, however, was bored of his life without adventure. So he taken a ship outbound away from Dwilight to continents unknown and to carve a name of fame and adventure.

Taking with him only his bare necessities, a sword, a horse, a backpack, and a trusty squire named Vos, to the world he was about to adventure in. Vesuvis was right to believe that the new world would be filled with strange creatures, magic of great powers, and evil beyond recognition. He was not afraid to face the adventure, for he lusted after it.

//pm if there is anything wrong with this.

 

//Sounds great, you can get in straight away, Mellian.
"Ella, what do you think that-" *jerks thumb behind him to the trees* "thing was?"

 

"I don't know..." She said, "It looked like Light, but he's... not here any more. It was insane, like a demon version of Light."

 

Frost was punted by the enraged Cygor, he dusted himself off and ran into a cave. Little did he know, he had awoken his nightmares, a dark goo, an old enemy to some. Something stirred… something lord… something Skorge… something old… something black… something bad… something back… something evil… something dark… something deadly… something Lark…

Frost met a dead end to the cave, he searched for a way out, and heard dripping. He turned around, just as Lord Skorge launched himself at Frost, absorbing him… a scream echoed around the battlefield… quickly muffled by the goo…

 

//What is it with you and having posessed characters? xD lel

 

//He's being attacked, not posessed ._.

 

//Sorry, confused at your last message Blu. Goo? Lord Skorge? Lark?

 

//tl;dr Lord Skorge haz dun attaked Frost, jus tryin' to suffocate him

 

//him again :l
"Light, you say...? Funny. I thought so too. I knew the boy would mess himself up with that blasted magic blood bonanza."

 

Frost was running out of breath, the goo flooded inside his respiratory system. The thick liquid stuck to him, he raced outside, struggling for air, it started to leak out Frost's ears, heading for the eyes. He was blinded as it pulled him harshly forward, he managed to rip it off and cry out forhelp, before it flooded him again.

It played with his mind, implanted deeply, flowing over him. Frost was trapped inside Lord Skorge, trying to get out, he was feeling faint, and started to drown inside Lord Skorge. He charged forward, stopping infront of Ugos, and tilting his head, admiring the sword. Frost burst out of Lord Skorge, throat clogged with goo and drowning, Lord Skorge placing his sword to Frost's throat.

 

//I'm confused as well o.O especially by the last post.. lol

 

//My character ,PM me if something is wrong

Spoiler

Name: Etdomaftoc (Too they call him pyro)
Race: Elf
Age: 17 Elf Years
Homeplace: Bavenhiam,Federal republic
Specialty: Dark Magic,Plant Magic ,bow and arrow skills
Backstory: When Etdo was 7 years old,her mother died in a terrible attack,at 8 him father commit suicide from sadness,Since he have 13 Started Learning Bow and arrow,Inheriting from their parents Plant And Dark Magic.
Now,he is a cool blooded warrior,killing orcs and other enemies for revange,Whit a deep pain in him soul he crush skulls and burn houses,him pyro actitude makes lots of disturbs on the villages and the world
He dreams about Exterminate all orc on him lands
Driving a Sketo (A type of semi horse ,but blind using only smells,a not normal animal but powerfull) He aims like a sniper to all beast or enemy on the battlefield,or out of it.A trained killing machine full of RAGE
Likes:The gunpowder And Darkness
Dislikes:Orcs And Skeletons/undeads
Colours for easy reading

 

//._. Lord Skorge… le drowns Frost, inside of him, le Frost tries to escape, Skorge le try to keel him

 

The man hunches against a tree and grabs his head.. "Bloody hell He's supposed to be dead" The man screams at the top of his lungs. He then slams his head against a tree and runs up to a random deer and rips it to shreds getting his anger out.