Round Two: Lost in the Halls (1)Round Two: Lost in the Halls (1)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A dark oaken door steadily turns outward, ninth in a series of sixteen. Rusted hinges creak and moan as it comes into full swing. Dim torches greet a young man emerging from the narrow doorway. The black of his mage garb catches petty sums of their light. He steps forward, swiftly closing the heavy door behind him. Once again, the door rasps until it returns to its proper place. One sharp click indicates that the door has been firmly shut.
Izak reaches deep into his front right pocket. Crumpled paper is pulled out and into his dark gloved hand. The parchment has clearly been torn from a larger document. Only two words coat the small wrinkled scrap. The Orrery, his destination and arena in which the magus is to battle.
He sighs and, for the tenth time, re-reads his simple little note. "Where the hell is this place supposed to be?" the frustrated mage exclaims as he ponders on the location of the Orrery. Crushing the paper between his fingers, Izak walks
ref for darkness rising octRef to Darkness Rising OCTref for darkness rising oct1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name- Mask (not real name. real name unknown)
Personality- He is really nice; he doesn't like it when people don't understand him; he doesn't really think about the battle between good and evil; he can't talk.
-Like: Children; magic tricks; orange juice; noodles; silence.
-Dislike: Children who talk too much; alcohol; when he can't explain himself, or people can't understand him; loud noises.
Occupation- In his free time a street magic show. Most of the time, for children. The rest of the time he search for the man who cursed him (see Backstory)
Appearance- Tall and thin, so people don't think of him as a fighter. He has black and a bit long hair. He wears a white mask with a smiley face, with a crack for the mouth.
Outfit- He has a black big top hat. He wears a black tuxedo, and a dark-blue cloak. Also, he wears a red bow tie.
Abilities and weapons- His ability is to summon any object he want, as long as he able to hold th
Darknes Rising round 1Darkness Rising Round 1 Mask VS Delta Darkling XDarknes Rising round 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mask looked at Zorothe, trying to understand his situation. So the sponsors of this tournament lied to the contestants about the truth of it. Why? And for what reason did they started the tournament? What is the goal of this Zorothe guy?
Mask didn't know what is going on, but he knew one thing. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to go back home, and to continue looking for this man . Yes, this man who stole his face. And also stole his love.
'What's her name?'
In the beginning, Mask ignored that voice. But then the voice talked again.
'I asked what this woman's name is.'
Mask raised his head, looking for the talker. All he could see was some sort of black weird material floating in the air in front of him. He looked around him, at the other contestants, and saw that the most of them were already fighting their enemies, who looked like black creatures. So who was the one talking to him?
'I asked you a question.'
Darkness Rising OCT - Post Round 2Rebecca pulled herself into her room and stumbled onto the sandy ground. Only when the sound of the door shutting behind her was heard did she let out a sigh of relief. "Made it" she thought to herself. A nasty bruise had formed on the side of her body, where Bailey's gargantuan paw had slammed into her. It was not a serious injury, but it hurt like hellfire and would need some time to heal. Not wanting to walk anymore she tried to drag herself across to her 'bed', however, the diversified nature of sand denied her any sort of grip with which to pull. Therefore, she made a single half-heated effort to pull herself up, before slumping back into the warm sand.Darkness Rising OCT - Post Round 211 months ago in Settings More Like This
"Need a hand Becky?"
The voice was a familiar one. This did not however stop Rebecca from being overcome with a genuine sense of surprise, not to mention the disbelief that who she thought was talking could possibly be here. She slowly raised her head up from the ground to get a look at her surprise guest.
Sitting on the large flat
Rebecca Tyrner//Name - Rebecca TyrnerRebecca Tyrner1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
/Gender - Female
/Age - 21
/Occupation - Bounty Hunter
- Slender and about 168cm tall. Her hair is platinum blonde and in the style of a pixie cut. Her eyes are an unusual violet colour. Her entire jaw has been replaced with a prosthetic voice box that she uses to speak, as well as a metallic jaw.
- She wears a violet unitard that covers all except her hands, feet and head. On her head she wears a black steel sun cap, with a bullet proof tinted visor that can be flipped down to cover over half of her face. She wears matching violet ankle-boots and fingerless leather gloves. She wears two leather shoulder and hip gun holsters that have been dyed purple, and a knife strapped around her right leg. Carries a large metallic disk on her back which is held in place by metal straps that cross over her chest. These straps are lined with multiple pouches.
- An antisocial stoic loner whose standoffish nature often misleads many
Izak's BattleIzak arrives in the large throne room of Castle Zorothe, along with the other contestants. As everyone gathers around Zorothe's elegant literal and symbolic seat of power, the darkling king begins to speak.Izak's Battle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ladies and gentlemen, liches and germs, and all variations thereupon, welcome to Castle Zorothe. I am Zorothe, King of the Darklings, and your host for this tournament. You should know why you're here; either we selected you to take part, or you volunteered." Said the dark king in a loud and confident voice. He then went on to explain the rules of the tournament to his mostly less than willing guests.
Izak looked around the room for the first time, marveling at the variety of creatures, fighters, and in some cases things that looked like damn monsters. As he began studying his possible adversaries, Zorothe made a second announcement. "I've already designated your opponents for you" stated the host. Izak sighed with a mixture of relief and frustration. He was glad that he wouldn't h
Darkness Rising, round 1Lucifer was getting bored. The trip was taking ages. It wasn't as if there was anything to look at while the Tartarus crossed time and space. It had been a whole 63 seconds already! He knew, because he had counted them.Darkness Rising, round 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sighed and tapped the bench with his fingers.
He did so again.
He tapped... and stopped. Another 52 seconds had passed by. This was not going to work out.
He decided to pass the time with socializing.
He trailed off, while he considered he hadn't caught the name of the guy, or hadn't bothered to remember. Luckily Lucifer had a quick wit.
"Mr. driver-guy, what games are we going to play over there?"
Crispin looked at him oddly, his cowl enhancing the dark and moreover dangerous looking features of his face. No one ever forgot how this semblance of a man was called. They never dared.
"First off all, it's Crispin. I already told you twice since I met you five minutes ago."
Crispin tried to look stern, but the effect kind of failed to register