Remnant: Dark Angel Chapter 1aMore Like This
The annoying thing about blood is that it gets everywhere and takes forever to clean. The crowd didn't seem to mind however. In fact, they applauded its presence, roaring in awe of each cut and gash that opened. They laughed at the cries of the dying, and jeered at the one survivor out of all of them.
No one wanted him to be the last standing, yet there he was, as he had been for every show since his first appearance a year ago. No matter what odds were against him, he seemed to take the challenges in stride, not showing a hint of hesitation or fear of death. The large expanse of the Arena had been drenched in the blood of those who tried to destroy him. He was a challenger in name only, because no one wanted to shame the title of champion by giving it to a monster's son.
It didn't help matters that Seraphim, son of Servat, was an oddity
Remnant: The Second WaveMore Like This
William gasped. His emerald eyes snapped open, revealing the dark interior of his room. The thin sheets and his fire red hair clung to his half naked body from cold sweat.
It was the dream again.
He glanced at the chronometer near his bed. The glowing blue display shone three a.m. from its silver dome. He got up anyway, the remnants of his nightmare still playing on his nerves. The shag carpet tickled his bare feet as he threw back the thick curtains that hid the sliding crystalline door to the balcony beyond. The large moon of Exodus flooded his room with eerie green light. William gazed at the cityscape below him, glistening with the roving lights of traffic and the stationary lights of homes and businesses that never slept.
Towering metal behemoths as far as the eye could see reached for the night sky like finger pointing toward a creator, the same as th
Zenith OCT Round 2: Aeren VS TyraKiseki Senmonka found Aeren in his quarters busy at work on one of his experimental contraptions. Glaring at his back she authoritatively called his attention, “Burning Water, your battle is within the hour shouldn’t you be on your way to the fields?”More Like This
Spinning on his heels, Aeren turned to return her glare pointing the tool in his hand her aggressively, “I told you before, my name’s Aeren Blanc.”
She lowered her head deepening her glare, “Are you really so determined to disobey your superiors?” She sighed reaching for a bag that hanged by her side “Fine, Aeren Blanc, as I said last time my contacts wish to sponsor you in the tournament and given your recent success they intend to keep sponsoring you.” Tossing the bag onto his desk she lightened her gaze. “You surprise me Aeren, you’re the only contestant who doesn’t seem to be spending the hours before the contest preparing.”
“And you underestimat
The Naloz Tales - Chapter 1~ Rescue ~More Like This
Xorron stirred. His pounding head felt like a thousand horses were stampeding across it. Even worse, he could not feel any connection to his dark magic but instead felt an oppressive wave of the lighter type. His surroundings were blurry, as were the conversations that were spread around the area. Behind him, he felt the rough bark of a tree, and bindings that cut into his wrists.
Eyes slowly recovering, Xor looked up to see a young man standing above him, draped in the robes of the priesthood of the kingdom of Disehood. Tents surrounded a roaring fire that chased away the night. A few soldiers stood watch on the outskirts of the camp, while several others spoke quietly to each other around the fire. The wizard of the company sat outside his tent, his hands passing over the warlock’s dragon-head staff.
“Hey!” Xor shouted angrily. The wizard looked up as all conversation stopped. He felt the priest’s containment spell falter for a moment but ret
Murder in the CastleThe crows found themselves in a cobweb infested corridor. They took the shape of a dog with a long muzzle. Murder sniffed the air.More Like This
They smelled the competitors and the rot. A whistle summoned the local birds then the abomination of a dog set off with the knowledge of the girls it was to face. When they found the undead murder found its hide tore open by knives, pole arms and whips.
Murder ran towards the sisters in a zigzag pattern. Deadberry slashed the abomination's head open. A spike made from beaks shot from Murder's back into the psychopathic girl. Neural tissue slipped out of the makeshift pike, wrapped around her spine, and bound its self to the spinal nerves.
Deadberry tried to keep her identity, but succumbed to the group identity. A knife flew from her hand and became embedded in Ravenskull. Before she could retaliate the newest member of Murder parted the blond's brain from her skull.
Whips and spears tore through Deadber
Story time at the hotelRhodes was in a very good mood, after what he had seen in the classroom. It did his heart well to know that not everyone in this place would merely try to skim off the top. and to think, they won't even get recognized for it. He thought bitterly, shattering his good mood. Those men and women in there, perhaps the cream of the crop here. They'll get stuck with the positions and jobs that no one else wants. That no one else can do. And they'll be treated like shit the entire time.More Like This
Now that he had ruined his good mood, he made his way to the next company he would be overseeing. He had heard that D company had been lax in their safety lately. He didn't usually see them until later on, but perhaps a little shaking up would do them some good. He thought for a moment. Given the time, they'd probably be outside right now, training in close-quarter combat.
Given that the average infected was many times faster and st
ODT S1.5 R1 [Ignis]ODT S1.5More Like This
Round 1: Playing With Fire
Ignis was sitting in an armchair. He didn’t know where it had come from, only that it was quite comfortable. In fact, he didn’t know where any of it came from: the potted plant sitting on the “ground” a few feet away, the large movie screen hanging on the “wall,” the projector sitting on the small table, the table itself. These things have been in this endless, white landscape just as long as Ignis, if not longer. That is, if time had any meaning here, or if “here” really existed. Ignis did not know; thinking too much about it made his head hurt quite a lot. So instead, he sat back in the armchair and watched what was happening on the screen in front; the “movie” was just scenes from his story playing on repeat. His story was never quite finished so it all felt disjointed and strange.
“Ugh, I hate this part,” Ignis said, turning away, and squirming in the oversized armchai
Once Dead OCT 1.5 AzarithAmong the many patrons in the Hotel lobby, many were panicking were in discord at the moment because of the shift and sudden…. relocation of the hotel for abandoned characters. However, there is always an eye, or calm in the storm.More Like This
Standing in the center of the whirl of characters stood a teenage girl. She stood at no more than 5’2 but had hair the shade of amethyst that faded into a night sky blue. Her one ruby eye scanned the crowd. Her other silver eye locked onto the amulet under her trench coat. In her inside coat pocket was a black box consisted of all that she was. But hopefully not all she would end up to be. The amulet’s color began to shift from a sky blue to a chaotic and violent red. It was feeding off of the disorder in the environment and gaining power. The teen girl looked at the stone with displeasure and her hand grasped onto it. Closing her eyes she called for her shadow servant, Wisty. “Yes mistress” It curtsied and extended it