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RP- The Shroud descends

Discussion in 'Spamcan' started by zollie20, Oct 1, 2012.

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  1. lomichelotti

    lomichelotti Shark Slayer

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    //Dwarves not always have cannons, but a primitive shotgun, in all mmorpg ive see Dwarves have a shotgun :D
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    // i mean a magic tree thats can fly and have unlimited oxygen inside controled by the cyborg creator, a mage. so the cyborg dont uses much technology, uses more magic.

    //and even in the old world allways the space was up the skies, one floor up to the angels :D
     
  2. zollie20

    zollie20 Haxor

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    //I'm sorry, the more you try and clarify, the more confused I get. A flying tree? A mage that uses robots...?
    Sorry, unless you remake your character to fit in better, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. We have enough people as is, anyway. :l
     
  3. lomichelotti

    lomichelotti Shark Slayer

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    //ok you dont understand so i ill recreate modifying some confuse things.

    name:safari
    rece: iron bot
    age: 356 iron years and 28 human years
    especiality: Advanced double saws, can set fire in it to take elemental damage.
    home: secret hollow tree close to elf's forest
    back-story: he is initially a human, abandoned by him parents in elf's forest. a mage, trying to create a artificial inteligence diferent of the help spirits, something material. watching the guy fatigued in the forest floor with a iron cubic armor, he imagined a iron worker to arrange the house and do the heavy lifting that man is bound to make even during periods of war. it would be possible to concentrate on the war, and win them all.
    so the mage merged the guy's body to the cubic iron armor. and then created the new race named iron bot. it has the artificial intelligence of a help spirit and a solid body, if just needs coal, and the bot can get it for him self. the guy died, but the body stays there, working. but some day, he recover the memories, and avenged him self, killing all in the route.



    //understand it :huh?:
     
  4. zollie20

    zollie20 Haxor

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    //Fits in better, but is the mage your character or the iron bot? Because it starts of saying he was a human, a mage, trying to create artificial intelligence.

    Look, guys, you decide. @Cerb, Yellow, Aegis, Blukey, Mellian, feet
     
  5. lomichelotti

    lomichelotti Shark Slayer

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    //gramatical error:eek:

    my character mentioned in this part of the race,
    should be written as:
    initially he is a human, abandoned by parents in him elf's forest. one day a mage, trying to create the artificial inteligence diferent help of the spirits, something material.

    // and like he have saws... its a little obvious it him is the iron bot


    //i ill sleep good night for all
     
  6. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    // don't blame him for bad grammar, lomi, are you Portuguese?

    Doesn't matter anyways, is this what you mean lomi?:

    Name: Safari

    Race: Iron Bot

    Age: 356 Iron years, (28 human years)

    Speciality: Advanced double saws, which he can set fire to using elemental powers to cause damage.

    Home: Secret hollow tree close to Elf city/town, ( That could be Melaminn, or Temor? :eek: )

    He is initially a human, abandoned by his parents in an elf forest. a mage, trying to create a artificial intelligence with the help of a spirit, but needing something material, seeing the man fatigued on the forest floor, he has an idea.

    With iron cubic armor, he imagined an iron worker to arrange his house and do the heavy work like lifting things. "That man is bound to make even during periods of war," he thought. It would be possible to concentrate on the wars of Loth, and win them all.


    So the mage merged the man's body with the cubic iron armor, and then created the new race named Iron Bot. It has the artificial intelligence of a helpful spirit and a solid body, it just needs coal, to function properly, and the bot can get it him self. The man died, but the body stayed there, working...

    But... one day, he recovered the memories, and enraged, avenged his past, killing all in the route.

    Is that what you mean, roughly? If not just tell me ;)
     
  7. Mellian-Quar-Xililix

    Mellian-Quar-Xililix Haxor

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    //frost you pussy!

    As the wyrm roared, a strange sight appeared to Vesuvis. Frost appeared to be laying his hand on the beast's snout. A sudden thought of betrayal alarmed Vesuvis. After all, both creatures were scaly and slithery. Why wouldn't they both be in alignment with each other. Vesuvis braced himself to fight two lizard-folk.

    Vesuvis was slightly relieved as the wyrm tossed Frost into the air. The resulting thud brought some satisfaction to know that Frost wouldn't be stabbing them in the back. Perhaps he wouldn't be stabbing anyone in the back for a long time. Ah well,Vesuvis thought, he had a good life. Maybe.

    Alas, the time was not to mourn stinky lizard men for a cruel threat had crossed Vesuvis' path. The beast was screaming, its head atop a long neck flailing wildly. Vesuvis faced Vos, giving him a red piece of cloth. "Wave this at the wyrm like it was the Grandmaster's fifteen year old daughter. It will get angry and charge at you."

    "Bulls." Vos said

    "Huh?"

    "Milord, that only works for bulls."

    Vesuvis starred quizzically at Vos for a few moments then sighed, "Nevermind that. Just do it."

    "Yes my lord." Vos began waving the cloth wildly in the air. In one hand the cloth dangled, while in the other, the lance firmly gripped. The great beast roared as it saw Vos. It might have thought it a great challenger that dared stepped in its path. Or more likely, the wyrm had realized some easy prey had appeared. Immediately it leaped forward and dashed towards Vos.

    To the side Vesuvis took a position a few feet away, clearly within a few bounds of Vos. He called to Vos, "Steady, with that lance Vos. If this doesn't go as plan..."

    The great wyrm continued to rush at Vos, its mouth snapping and drool falling to the ground. Within a few seconds Vos could make out its cruel face, etched with scars, cuts and crevices created by past warriors who had dared strand in its way. Vos dropped the cloth and held the lance with both eyes. Vos shut his eyes tight.

    At once Vos heard a great screech before him and felt a woosh of air. The sound of screeching immediately gave way to the sound of flesh being torn apart. Vos dared to open one eye.

    On the ground to the side, the beast lay entangled with Vesuvis hacking away at the great neck of the beast. Vos heard the sound of the sword cutting its way into flesh twice.

    Then, a more familiar sound, "Damnit, Vos come here and help."

    Vos opened his other eye. Vesuvis was at his feet looking back up at him. The creature squirmed maniacally to the side, its hind legs clawing at its neck where a Vesuvis had repeatedly slashed away with his blade.

    "My sword is stuck."
     
  8. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    Frost couldn't feel his legs, that wasn't a good sign,he saw human's sword stuck in the side of the creature, and the wyrm roaring in pain. He dragged himself along the ice with his arms, trying to get closer. When he got close enough, he saw the sword deeply embedded, he had to get it out for the human, or they would both be ending up on the wyrm's next meal.

    He sent a small amount of water into its bloodstream, and searching around until it found the wound where the sword had pierced the subcutaneous tissue. The water forced the sword out, sliding across the ground towards the human, Frost grinned to himself, and felt a sharp pain course through his body once more, "that'll do buddy," Frost said to himself, "that'll do..." before burying his face in the snow once more.

    //Shuddap, he's not an orc, Saurian's rely on their speed and agility, rather than their strength
     
  9. zollie20

    zollie20 Haxor

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    //pfffft they're dinosaurs.
     
  10. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    //nou velociraptors FTW
     
  11. zollie20

    zollie20 Haxor

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    //Oh alright, so that isn't a type of dinosaur. I give up on humanity
    :p
     
  12. Mellian-Quar-Xililix

    Mellian-Quar-Xililix Haxor

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    Breathing heavily from the short struggle with the wyrm, Vesuvis gasped, "Pierce its heart, deliver the death blow!"

    Vos obeyed. He leaped towards the great serpent and thrust out his lance. Vos twisted and dodged the beasts flailing appendages while repeatedly stabbing into its scaly body. Vesuvis realized it was in vain. The creature was too large. A puny little lance could do little damage to the behemoth body of the wyrm. It was no more damaging than a bee sting. The layers of scales, flesh and fat provided armor for its vulnerable organs.

    Panicking, Vesuvis clambered to find another weapon to help Vos. His steed was long gone- it had ran at the first screech of the wyrm. There he had carried his various weaponry. An axe may have been useful in this situation. All he had now was a small hunting knife. Vesuvis braced himself. It would have to do.

    Before he could charge, he caught at the corner of his eye the creature known as Frost slumping down into the snow. At a blink of his eye, his sword had become dislodged from the wyrm and it was thrown a few paces away from it.

    Vesuvis ran towards it. His plan of attack firmly in his mind now. He quickly bent to grab the sword and charged headlong straight at the beast's wounded neck.

    Nearby, Vos was swept aside by the creature's tale. A small yelp came from his voice as he was hurdled into the air.

    The wyrm had managed to regain its footing, no longer burdened by the blade in its neck. It paused for a few moments, struggling to acquire a better sense of its position. Bloodied and in agony from the sharp objects that pierced its hide, its senses were dulled for a bit longer than usual.

    It was all the time Vesuvis needed to run up to the animal. Summoning a terrible strength within himself, Vesuvis used all his power to take one mighty swing at the beast's neck.

    A satisfying crunch was heard as the sword cut through flesh and bone. The severed body part sailing off in an arc!

    The body of the wyrm landed on the ground heavily. It twitched and squirm for time, as if the unholy demons were leaving enmasse from the creature that was possessed.

    Vesuvis was relieved. Suddenly, the adrenaline wore off. The bruises from the fight started to show. He felt pains all through his body. He let out a loud sigh and thought, Hmm, Frost is right. I haven't been in a good fight for long.
     
  13. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    //I didn't say they weren't >:( I just said, Velociraptors are badass :) Lizards ≠ Dinosaurs... EVERYONE ALWAYS THINKS DINOS WHEN THEY HEAR LIZARDS ARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
  14. Mellian-Quar-Xililix

    Mellian-Quar-Xililix Haxor

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    //well dinosaurs = terrible lizard in latin. so...
     
  15. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    // >:( SHUDDAP MEL YOU'RE NOT HELPING ;-;
     
  16. zollie20

    zollie20 Haxor

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    //calm down.
     
  17. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    //Ok, now back to writing the post
    :)
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    Frost woke up, he looked around, he wasn't in the snow... but he was somewhere all right. He looked down, he was standing on something blue, sort of squishy, he didn't know it was his limbic system. He looked around to see something tearing at a purple vein, he deducted, he was inside his head, "no, that can't be, that's impossible..." But in reality, it was true, the thing is, he couldn't let that black blob damage his head anymore.

    He tackled it, and a familiar face appeared within it. "You... I know you, from somewhere..." he was having trouble remembering things, "you're that... um... who are you?" A voice came from the mask, a deep booming one, "I'm Lord Skorge, do you remember me, Frost?"
    Frost paused, "Frost? Who's Frost? Am I Frost?" Lord Skorge simply chuckled, grabbing a sword, "This is going to be easier than I expected..." Frost still remembered one thing, Weapon. Equals. Danger.

    Frost bolted out of there, jumping from object to object, each varying in degrees of sogginess. He finally reached an opening, a green opening, he wasn't sure he wanted to enter, but turned to see Skorge chasing him. It was either go in there, for an unknown chance of death, or stay with the enraged dark lord and face certain death, he chose the former.

    As he entered this place, it seemed to resemble a town, something, he couldn't remember what though, "something starting with R... Rab? No, no, Rav? Ahh, I give up..." Frost journeyed through the town, memories of someone flashed by, of a young lizard, like him, killing a wolf. Next came another lizard, looking a bit like him, standing there in shock as a big bulky creature attacked another lizard, another of a lizard, holding a female lizard, mourning.

    He didn't know these memories, he didn't know anything, actually, he didn't even know his name. Did it start with an M? Ma? F? Fro? There was no point guessing, he moved on. He turned to see that Skorge thing had arrived, and, somehow, those bulky creatures from before were with him, he imagined of what it would be like to be a soldier. He imagined many soldiers charging, and then, soldiers charged, he looked in astonishment, as they launched themselves at the bulky creatures.

    Frost turned to see Skorge, and threw a punch, which connected solidly with the Lord, and he cried out in anger and pain. The punch to the gut which came back, was surprisingly soft, because he had hoped it would be soft, Frost grinned, realizing what he could do. Skorge realized it too, charging towards Frost, but stopped a couple of centimetres before him, he looked down at his legs, which were slowly melting, "Noooooooooo..." Skorge moaned as he fell into a puddle, which a big lizard came along to slurp up. Frost looked up at the sky, seeing a human, and then it was blinding white.

    Frost awoke, to see a blizzard all around him, then he saw the human, and, for an unknown reason, he couldn't feel his legs.
     
  18. zollie20

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    "Master, if you don't mind me aski-"
    "AGAIN!? IMBECILE, YOU KNOW WHEN. NOW SHUT UP AND BE A GOOD LITTLE SIDEKICK."
    "Yes, of course master... Say, do you know that thing? Would you also know when that thing, ehehe, IS-"
    'SMACK!!!'
    "WELL DONE, BORRIS. NOW GIVE HIM A NICE, WARM BATH. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."
    "Of course, Master."
     
  19. blukey

    blukey Finest Moustache in the Kingdom Donator

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    //Wut, wait is dat Gorth...

    EDIT: Ahh a like... Such is a like, equivalent to the longest of text walls.
     
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  20. lomichelotti

    lomichelotti Shark Slayer

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    yes im portuguese :) sorry for the bad English X3


    </br>--- merged: Jan 6, 2013 6:56 PM ---</br>
    Safari fall among the gray clouds, his iron armor was on fire, burning the body inside it. the rain begins to fall and put out the fire in his armor, smoke starting to come out, a whole town watched the object falling in flames in a large wheat field. everyone knew that the field was inhabited by goblins thieves. but a brave citizen invades the field in search of the unknown ...

    Safari corpse is controlled by a artificial system that have a memory part, but is empty. he cant remember how he appeared in the skies...
     
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