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SpoilerGentlemen.

This is the Dandynihilator 5000, and it features a longsword jutting out from the cap of a silk beaver. It is quite fashionable, despite what comments passing plebeians will make regarding your head and its similarity to a pin. The utility it serves is also quite recognizable by the sharp end at the top, there, very efficient in its death-blow delivery to any belligerents with whom you may or may not, colloquially, "have a beef".

This one-of-a-kind item can be found nowhere else, as our company only produces zero of these a year due to their being in extreme contravention of our laws. But with extreme law-infringement comes extreme style. So please, consider relinquishing your civil rights for the chance to own this voguish killing weapon and occupy your place in high society uncontested.

(04-20-2015, 01:01 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson gasps at the LATEST NEW FLESH WOUND to appear on his chest! He's had worse but the mere surprise of it is appalling. Watson hopes to treat Remah with a drubbing for which it will be worth ruing ruining Watson's suit! Further! Again! The fabric is completely decrepit at this point, there's no use worrying about it, blood-boiling hells alive, but it needs to be in a condition he should be wont to repair it!

But what's more appalling, his newest injury or THE ENSORCELLED ABOMINATION STILL UP AND ABOUT!? Watson cannot stand for this any longer and neither should it. After leaving his mouth agape for a few seconds at its magical-decaying-corpse-face, he sees to chopping its head off. It seemed quite easy, too, the calcified collarbone crumbling at the touch of his Champion Blade, a true proponent for de-necroficational justice. Watson has yet to see if it withstood such a sword-to-head impact but if it it didn't, he will be satisfied.

He will give due attention to the gloaming sword and armor when this threat is duly eliminated.

(04-20-2015, 01:20 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »The slash ends with the sword striking the floor, throwing up a shower of sparks. Savannah grunts as the impact reverberates through her arms and the warm, crimson evidence of her savage attack splatters her hands. He had to be getting weak. Two attacks like her's, plus the help from the others must have worn him down. He was probably on his last legs. One more good hit would do him in, right?

Savannah lets out a puff of exertion, yanking the sword into the air and cleaving at Remah again, the sword bursting into flame once more.

(04-20-2015, 06:58 AM)MasterBlade Wrote: »Thunderpaw takes Bohw's advice and makes an aerial leap, hopping from wall to wall across the room. His technique is of two significant advantages; it leaves Remiah's vision distracted by a bright pink blur phazing around his timey-wimey vision and gives the leaping lord perfect positioning for the secret strike Bohw was preparing.

Once the opportunity presented itself, he'd leap from wall to cieling and strike directly above Remiah and make a blow to tilt his gaze skyward. The perfect ruse for his companion to sneak a few arrows in...

(04-20-2015, 08:38 AM)Psych Wrote: »Finished with his sketches, Renzo runs his finger over the ink, letting them glow with magic. The figures jump off the page, forming ink soldiers under his command. A few stand guard in front of Savannah to try and aid her in battle or defend her, while others run to attack Remah.

(04-20-2015, 09:30 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »Bohw gritted her teeth in response to the stranger's words, watching Thunderpaw move around the room but not quite ready to strike. "Not more of this bull..." She muttered under her breath as she adjusted her aim.

"Then we are not your damn enemy!" She shouted, taking note of Thunderpaw's positioning. It was much easier to predict where the Bunni was going, even with his absurd speed and jumping, it was nothing on the strange havoc Remah was playing on her eye, depth perception was something she sorely missed. But her speed was still there, the instant she figured where the man was going to be, she adjusted her aim towards his legs and let loose, a non-lethal blow that would still put him down with any hope.

Mayor however was still lost in that rage that had grabbed hold of him. The redness in his eyes was nicely accompanied with the paint that was splashed upon him, but he didn't take a moment's pause to even register the effect on him. He just used the new found strength to lash out at Remah and with any hope: grabbing him in a tight hold to stop the squirming bastard from moving anywhere.

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(04-21-2015, 01:49 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »

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SpoilerAre there three stages to Remah? I feel like there are or Touch of Destiny wouldn't still be unavailable without there being YET ANOTHER special he can use now! Chim, if you want one of us to die, this'll probably do it.

I swear I need that sword hat trait asap

WAIT. WHAT HAPPENED TO REMAH'S FUCKIN' VIAL.

-SupahKiven, MB it is time to dish out literally everything b/c we're all running out of health. SK, you in particular should create the Jungle because it will be a while yet before Watson can restrain one of these guys via Indignant Injunction. Also that Diadem would be really nice right about now <:D i can't tell if Corruption is magical but idk magical pieces of armor usually do that kind of stuff

:o

also what item would you want worth trading for the Diadem permanently?
-someone grab remah's spear
-someone look for the vial
-chim, can you tell me if Watson's pendant and ring are even passively magical? also, can Watson, a person who has cast away all magic, unlock the hidden power of the Starmetal?

(04-21-2015, 01:49 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson's half-closed eyes leer at the gloomy figures in ire. Not this again. It's as if he has to trifle with the shadows on a regular basis now! Oh, the responsibilities of heroism...

For now the lone nobleman thinks he's going to step back a bit and have a cup of tea. And by step back he means Run, and magically leap back to where the others are and alert them of the corrupted weaponry floating about on their own, just beyond those twisting shadows over there.

"Can someone please assist me in the dispatching of malevolent pieces of regalia? It has been a terrible inconvenience for me, why I dare say, there is some manner of malignant fire eating away at my-"

he looks with sullen eyes at the ground and finds an unstable pile of Remah's blood pooling at their feet trying to eat them. Or raise Remah's body from the dead. Watson can't tell which and honestly does not know why he walks into these things. He instead tries to purify his wound by pouring some of his enchanted water onto it. Watson's hand glows red-hot, speedily and liberally applying 2 cups of the Vase's liquid. It should at least patch him up some if he is not purged.

(04-22-2015, 11:11 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »Mayor's rampage was finally put to a stop when he saw Remah's blood return to his wounded form, creating something new entirely. He was shocked as his senses returned to him, incredibly concerned about the health of his broken friend.

Bohw was just as concerned, stepping back as she observed the change take place, that was a new one. It implied corruption, but there was something different about it, the form almost looked... unstable. "No, don't hit him, we might kill him." Bohw responded to Thunderpaw, "That shadow is on it's last legs, just let it die on it's own."

Heading to leave the room, she shouted a command "Out the room, out the room! Mayor, stay here for Myra and keep spear dude occupied! Don't hurt him! Rest of you, there's more enemies behind us!" Bohw ordered, oddly taking Watson's words at face value, although the wound in his shoulder was more trustworthy than his words ever would be. "Now where's these monsters?" She asked, loading another arrow as she looked for something else to shoot.

(04-23-2015, 10:10 AM)Psych Wrote: »Renzo commands his ink soldiers to pool their ink and combine into one larger soldier. The soldier will try to restrain Remah while Renzo will go ahead and heal Bohw and Savannah with his...weird paint...stuff

(04-22-2015, 07:01 PM)MasterBlade Wrote: »...right, hitting things with hammer until they die. Nothing like the basic plan.

Thunderpaw follows up Bohw's hit with a Fury Comet, barreling into the center of the new enemy formation. Nothing like a flurry of blows to distract the enemy off of your incompetent group alcoholic!

(04-26-2015, 12:03 PM)SupahKiven Wrote: »Savannah takes a step back, the fire leaving her greatsword, as Remah collapses onto the ground. She snorts, then jolts in surprise as she feels something... pulling out of her. She glances down, surprised to see that Remah's blood, which had splattered her front, soaked her blade, and stained her skin, was squelching out of her, returning to the body from whence it came. Her face contorts in disgust, and she turns to her companions to whinge. Only to find that only Myra was there, fiddling with the corpse. The fuck? Savannah frowns, glancing at the spear on the floor that Remah was using. Didn't want him to have that, now did they?

"Ey uh... good luck with that, Myra." Savannah scuttles out of the room, kicking the spear after her. Once out and with the rest of her buddies, she drops the greatsword and picks up the spear. As the greatsword hits the ground, it sends out a pulse, passing through Thunderpaw and Watson. Another beat emerges a few seconds later, this one having an actual effect. Growths begin to sprout from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Vines hang from the walls as fungi of all sort take root in musty, dark corners. A tree pushes its way through the ground, cracking it, and stands tall and proud once it's done. Cheeky bastard.

"...Huh?" Savannah glances up, looking at all the new foliage. She still didn't feel any magic... "Did I do that?"

(04-22-2015, 01:58 AM)Frolic Wrote: »Relief and anxiety were two turbulent forces fighting for dominance among Myra's emotions right now as she watched the years flash by her until she was standing before her comrades once more. The time rift had finally dissipated, and the field of time energy holding her captive fell apart as if it fell prey to its own corrosive nature. Myra was now free from her encasement.

As she knew all too well, she had no time to waste, and a debt to pay. Myra quickly took up the pale crystal and the food-making device, stowing the latter away for later use. She rushed into the room with the others, and didn't even stop upon seeing black blood return to the recently-slain man, gasping, "Remah's down!" in the shock of it all. Right now, that was all she understood of the state of things in this time, and that was all that mattered.

While the old hero is still lying down, Myra casts a healing spell on Savannah and Bohw as she makes a dash for the soon-to-be corpse. Riding on a Galeforce, Myra makes use of her Wraith's Jewel to thrust the pale crystal into Remah's heart through magical means. While she wasn't sure if this would work with something starting to take over the dying man, there was certainly no time to stop and think.