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Post by Crow on Mar 14, 2009 19:23:00 GMT -5
Vex simply stared at the guy. "Demons? Me thought those were myths once. Ah well. Me be ready." He took another drag from his pipe before sighing and replacing it on the top of his staff. "Found out they was real about a month ago....So I blew it up." Then, whistling a cheery tune, he took the pipe off and lit it again.
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Post by Crow on Mar 12, 2009 12:48:35 GMT -5
Bloody hell....I'll edit it so it makes more sense......
Done....
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Post by Crow on Mar 11, 2009 16:18:14 GMT -5
The character sheet is on the first page of the topic. As far as being undead....I think he's more unnatural than dead. Besides. He wasn't hiding. He'd just entered the room.
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Post by Crow on Mar 11, 2009 1:15:45 GMT -5
"If only I still had such a head." It muttered, removing the mask to reveal the emptyness of the cloak. "It was a mistake I made in my youth. As you can see, it took it's toll. But I'm sure you don't care about my mistakes Horacius." It replaced the mask and glided towards the door. "I'm just another murderer."
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Post by Crow on Mar 10, 2009 20:02:47 GMT -5
"It appears so, elf daughter" Came the whisper from the room's corner. From the shadows a strange cloaked figure wearing a white mask simply walked into existence from a shadow that couldn't possibly have hid anyone, giving most in the room an unnatural chill. The thing glided through the room towards Caleb, giving the ex-paladin a wide amount of space. "I am Creperum." It said to the others in the room, turning back to Caleb as it said "I've been assigned to help you on this mission."
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Post by Crow on Mar 10, 2009 19:40:56 GMT -5
"Oh, yes yes yes! Teh lone man is tryin' to flank you!" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He used his black crystal staff to help himself to his feet and began walking over, doing his absolute best to dim his apparent abilities. Probobly too late anyway, but whatever. It was worth a try. "I be called Vex."
After saying his name, he simply stayed silent as they waited for him to elaborate. Apparently having other ideas, he detached the pipe like device from his staff and started smoking from it. He exhaled and remarked. "That's a scary lookin' castle. "
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Post by Crow on Mar 10, 2009 5:30:28 GMT -5
Have him react like you are now. Confused. That is the basic function of Vex after all.
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Post by Crow on Mar 9, 2009 20:04:52 GMT -5
Watching from a distance, Vex was really rather confused. More so than usual anyway.... There were several that matched the descriptions, yeah. A big guy in heavy armor(which they had apparently forgotten to mention was enchanted) and a planeswalking druid were mentioned and things with them were in order. But the dark mana user, was described as a lithe female with silver hair. Not some serious looking dude. Vex shuddered as an unusual thought crossed the mind, which was better left unknown.
"Now.... who be you?" He muttered in regard to the cloaked figure. It had a powerful aura, sure. But he was expecting another female for the final party member, and no woman he had ever met was that tall. Praise de powers dat be for that....This simply means that these other unusual people were addons or replacements. "Den where be the other two? Bah, I'm sure me be findin' out soon enough." He muttered, leaning on a dead looking tree. The surprise came when the dying thing snapped in half and Vex fell flat on his rump.
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Post by Crow on Mar 5, 2009 22:24:56 GMT -5
The party was over, and soldiers retired to their tents, stumbling but content. And Vex decided to take watch. The interesting thing about him was his ability to mimic the full eight human hours of sleep with only four hours of meditation. The really interesting part was his ability to stay more or less aware of what was going on around him. This proved an infinite relief to his soldiers, as they never had to worry about him being cranky and sleep deprived after he ran watch.
Eventually he began feeling a strange....whirling sensation. The feeling didn't feel like he was feeling it, but confusingly enough he was, but it felt like it was elsewhere at the same time. And he understood that too. As he was thinking and trying to remember why this feeling was so familliar, his thoughts went down the basic process of figuring out what that magical thing was doing.
"I be spinning....No, I be spinning over there......But wait, I'm sittin' right here....The whirly thing is over there.....The whirly thing is a hole....The whirly thing is a hole in space....The whirly thing is teleporting someone.....Zzzz......Wait, what?"
His eyes shot open and began darting in every direction at once. Someone was teleporting somewhere nearby. He looked around at the trashed soldiers and grimmaced. Maybe all the alcohol wasn't such a great idea. "No sense in complainin' now...." He muttered, gathering up his staff and casting an invisibility spell. Time to go see what the fuss is about.
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2009 23:30:00 GMT -5
Not sure if everyone is alright with this instance of weirdness, so I'll hold off on posting until I get a few comments back.....
Name: Creperum(Darkness in Latin) Age: Estimated 89 Gender: Male Race: Unknown Job: Assassin of high risk targets/Inventor
Ability: Shadow and nightmare magics, as well as his unusual body, explained in history.
Weapons: Claws that reach through the sleaves.
Appearance: Normally appears as a dark cloaked figure wearing a blank white mask.
Attitude: It seems as if he is without emotion, and in actuality this is mostly accurate. The accident that left him as what he is saw to that. He is more or less a tortured thing, almost always in pain but letting nothing but that strange dark aura escape.
Background: Creperum was a dabbler in magiscience, the art of manipulating magic for new and more diverse purposes. During his work for the Guild, he was looking into the creation of golems through mercury. When he was finally ready to animate the liquid mercury, he hadn't realized that a lock of his hair had fallen into the mix. He could do little but stare in horror and confusion before the pool rose up to consume him. Left behind was nothing but a strange black area in the liquid, that slowly spread out through the rest. After being desposed of behind the current guild building as an unfortunate accident, the liquid turned black began to wriggle and move, slowly resolving it's form as a floating empty cloak. It quietly glided away from the building.
Through years of wandering, Creperum learned several things. The most important was how he was no longer human in any sence of the word. The second was how any animals and beings in tune with nature or the divine could notice him immediately. He was forced to flee often until he learned his third lesson. Only magic or magic items could truly harm him.
However, this also came with limits. Sunlight made him weak, and if that was coupled with stress he would lose the concentration needed to hold his form together. This often resulted in a strange black pool on the ground that confused most enemies enough to make them believe he vanished, died, or retreated through some sort of magic. As far as physical harm goes, it's unknown how he will actually die, but it is safe to assume that a magical weapon can do the job quite well.
The third part of his story sees him rejoining the Guild years later, and taking up the study of shadow magic, perhaps believing that the secret to returning his life lies there. He still studies his magics, growing ever stronger, and taking missions from the guild to test that knowledge and aquire funding for his various experiments.
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Post by Crow on Jan 19, 2009 0:39:48 GMT -5
Five days after the "Flying Man" incident....
"Walking and walkings and more walkings! Five days and we still have them at the front of the game!" Vex exclaimed, the most recent of many complaints he'd had over the last few days. Much to the dismay of the men he was traveling with, Vex had been attempting to quell his boredom by practicing his magic on them. They could never know when some misfortune would befall them. The worst part was that the faster they walked the more agitated Vex became, but they didn't want to slow down enough to justify his use of his personal man cannon magic.
Despite it all, Vex wasn't as clueless as he seemed. The ability to read minds, to an extent anyway, always had it's place in monitoring morale. Near the end of the fifth day he came to a sudden stop, turning around to his men. " Well boyses...We've been walkin' a long and annoyin' walk. Me thinks it's time to set up camp and break out the booze!" Every man in the twelve man troop looked to each other in surprise, then back to their strange leader with disbelief. When they failed to begin making camp as he said, a simple sentence got them into the new assignment quickly. "We could always get back to the endless walkins."
Twenty minutes later a campfire was blazing, the tents were pitched, while the scents of cheep liquor and herb began to fill the air. It was beautiful in a strange sort of way. At least to the men who were drunk enough to forget about how randomly dangerous their captain was. A few fallen trees were dragged back with magic supplied by none other than Vex, and on these logs were where most of the men sat. Unknowingly they sat no more than a mile from the very same hotsprings that Mammoth had led his friends to. Rather relaxed, Vex sat down on the ground near the fire. Back against one of the logs he'd helped to drag in and feet nearly in the fire, he began singing.....Something.....
"Day-o, day-ay-ay-o. Daylight come and me wan' go home. Day-o, day-ay-ay-o. Daylight come and me wan' go home.....Work all night on a drink of rum...." Another soldier apparently picked up on the song and joined in with him. "Daylight come and me wan' go home...." As the song went on more soldiers began to join in, singing or humming. What they did simply depended on their knowledge of the song. One of them even began drumming a simple beat on his helmet. Despite the noise, Vex hardly thought they were going to fall under attack. Not like their target was nearby or anything....
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Post by Crow on Jan 5, 2009 15:59:43 GMT -5
"It's a shame Mr. Pinata. I'd think a planeswalker such as yourself would understand the rather simple politics of the underworlds. Aside from the Blood wars, the underworld in rather peaceful. This is mainly because we keep cool heads in hot environments. Luna has never been known for this, and should have realized that her actions will have rather negative reactions from our neighbors. Maybe even start a war with some demon lord that's been waiting for some positive result that's brought out by this one here." He said, gesturing to the man he'd just walked past. "Luna, your contract is pulled back. Return to wait for further assignment." Luna sighed as the portal opened next to Crow, revealing what looked like a reception area for any that bothered to look inside. "Well guys, it's been fun! Good luck and everything!" She then walked through and the portal vanished. "Though I don't normally do this, I apologize for taking her back. But the last thing our organization needs right now is a war...."
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Post by Crow on Jan 5, 2009 4:58:52 GMT -5
"Excuse me if I want to cut in for a moment." A chill moved over the battlefield as an evil presence made itself felt. Something that put the not so good king to shame. Luna simply sighed however, as if it was nothing new. Crow seemingly walked into existence from right behind where the king was standing. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something kids, but I need to borrow Luna for a moment," he said, voice part contempt and part amusement. He walked past the demon, nearly brushing shoulders as he did to approach Luna.
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Post by Crow on Jan 4, 2009 20:01:58 GMT -5
(Huh....amazingly long for one of my posts.) The soldiers certainly had no idea what to make of the stranger trekking through the forest. Unlike the common traveler, he carried nothing but the clothes on his back and a small sack. But that staff! Black crystal? Surely he must be a mage! An enemy at that if his presence was unknown here. But what? No mana surrounding his aura? The man must surely be a fool to walk around with such a treasure in the middle of the war. Knowing that it was likely going to be frowned upon to simply take the thing, the captain led his troops to confront the man. If he could get his hands on that staff he would be able to quit the army and live out the rest of his days in luxury!
As the soldiers got closer, the man gave no sign that he saw them coming, more or less ignoring them. Or he was incredibly oblivious. As the leader of the troop walked up, he crinkled his nose in disgust. The smell of smoke and exotic weeds were hanging around the man like the bad headache likes to watch you suffer. Annoying, in your face, and rather unwanted. As he reached out to tap the man on the shoulder he turned around and asked, "Have ye got me herbs?" The soldier coughed in disgust, as the man's breath smelled even more like the horrid stuff. Holding his nose and speaking in a rather nasally voice, the soldier began the conversation that his rather poorly thought out plan would require. "Do you realize where you stand?" "Do you realize that some types of monkeys....fly?" The apparent captain turned around and shot everyone a glance that plainly said without words, "What the hell?" A look to which most returned with a shrug. "But some of these monkeys aren't monkeys at all, but rocks!" His bloodshot green eyes then began to stare off into the trees, as if looking for these flying rock monkeys. "Sir, you stand near the border of Korgassa. I place you under arrest for suspected acts of aggression against the throne. Men, arrest him." "I take your suspiciousness and replace it with my own." The man said, grinning widely to expose a true golden tooth among the group of yellowish teeth. "Turn around." The captain turned around and saw each and everyone in his troop dead, efficiently killed by the group that had taken their place. Each wore an emblem belonging to the rival kingdom of Starj. The captain reflexively drew his sword in a futile effort to defend himself. He quickly realized that it wasn't reflex at all, but some compelling force. His eyes widened in horror as his arm moved on it's own to bring the blade in line with his throat. His body moved on its own to face the man with the staff, who simply waved before the man slit his own throat.
"I hate it when weaklings like him try to act strong...." He said in a heavily islandish accent, watching the man bleed out. The twelve or so soldiers standing nearby chuckled and nodded in agreement. He pointed to one man and watched his face go pale as he said, "That goes for you too!" The soldier suddenly found himself flying through the air, propelled by a fairly weak telekeneisis spell. "Our prey is getting too good of a lead! Now follow the flying one! He's the only one that seems eager to follow them! You all should be so eager! Hahahahah!" The remaining soldiers wisely double timed it in the direction of the group they were tracking.
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Post by Crow on Jan 4, 2009 18:42:23 GMT -5
Easy come. Easy go. But I'm sure you'll get your chance before she dies/gets dragged away/whatever.
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