Seasons of Sans
Well this simplifies matters. Sebastien and fires two crossbow shots into the encroaching enemies. After that he grabs a bottle of something purple and throws it over at the Salmonids with all his strength. Once it bursts it releases a toxic gas on the enemies, courtesy of some Pukei-Pukei. After that he uses his Vanguard skills to do his best to stay mobile, taking pot shots as he moves around.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."Wild Hunt
Ellder endures the insectoid assailants' attacks as he clings to the Feymarshall's back for dear life.
He dies and slips off, but rezzes quickly enough to grab back on to the avian monster by its tail. He tries to stab at the hornet warriors with his whirler, exploiting its superior reach to their swords.
Ellder Lives: 4/5
Aldon and Toldor focus on evasion, jumping over the flames and stepping around the Feymarshall's stomps while they wait to see if Ellder can create an opening.
Chrome Wars
Already in motion, Cherormromem cannot change course quickly enough to avoid being slammed, the force of which tears him off his treads, his lower half going flying out of the ring as his upper half smashes against a wall.
"Nothing left to lose now!"
"I command you to stop! That's an order!"
Cherormromem simply roars in response. With Nigredo pinning him to the wall, the Chromedome crosses his blades like a pair of scissors and brings them up to meet the Tinman's neck.
Morthal
A great and terrible shadow is cast over the city of Morthal today. The shadow of the Demon King.
The shadow of Fomortiis.
The towering demon looms over the young Engage!Anna, who nervously steps back as if there was ANYWHERE she could run to before he could squash her like a bug.
He sinks into the swamp waters on all fours, flattening most of the city under himself and laying his head on one forearm as he stares at Anna in silent interest. "How curious...""
"Eheh, heh, heheh... what's so, um, curious?"
"You are one of the Anna sisters, are you not? I have seen many of your kind, but never one so young... so malleable."
Engage!Anna brandishes her woodcutter's axe. "Yeah, well... I-I can fight, too!"
"Oh? Interesting," Fomortiis replies in a condescending "nice try" sort of voice.
Ember (finally)
Pipeworks, after a timeskip
Doon's shift is done and he's come back around to collect the others. "Everyone ready to go check it out?"
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Greenhouses
"The path... where?" Lina asks, confused.
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Unknown Regions
The Ancestor Tachikanata grumbles in pain as it is blinded. However, instead of retreating, it simply starts mashing its pincers over and over, creating a deafening bombardment of shockwaves.
Rey pulls out his trump card, the Hulk Abomination Blaster, a Nerf rocket launcher. He drops to one knee outside the range of the shockwaves. "Stagger it so I have an opening!"
Katniss covers her face from the shockwaves. "Easier said than done!" She shoots an explosive arrow at the great leviathan.
Edited by KiriK on Jun 13th 2023 at 4:37:40 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." Cinders Ember
Unknown Regions
Well, that was a mistake. Bismark starts to freak out as more smoke exudes from his breath, beginning to envelop him more and more. Though this does somewhat protect him from the shockwaves too.
King Harkinian, meanwhile, tries to charge forward through the shockwaves, shield held in front of himself to take as much of the damage as possible. If King Harkinian makes it to the Ancestor Tachikanata, he'll try to go for a sweeping slash.
Vague Skyrim
From high above in the sky, a beautiful, ethereal light starts to shine down upon a piece of land. From within that light a small plush descends, spinning downwards as heavenly music audibly plays
to announce its arrival.
So majestic... so beautiful... this plush is, without a shadow of a doubt, a blessing upon this hostile land.
When it hits the ground face-first with a little toy squeek
, the music cuts out and the light fades away.
For now, there lies the Omori plush, as if in wait.
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Morthal
Stomping up behind the martial artist was Tarkorath, the vulturine esque theropod looking around at the gathering. He flared his nostrils, looking at the demon lord with a sign of reverence, then to the smaller woman at his heel level.
"What a lovely collection of people here... is this some sort of picnic? Nice primary education reunion?"
His voice sounded knowing of the tension in this situation, and only making the faintest observation of how this could be deescalated.
But time would tell. Shortly.
AwawaFo Morthal
Kaiju Wriggle is here! Right now she was... eatin some poor merchant's fruits that some Bnahabra brought to her (somehow, despite lacking a visible mouth).
Then Fomortis Fomortis'd all over Morthal and a big theropod stomped past her. Suffice to say this got her curiosity piqued and she buzzed curiously at the group after landing near them. A few Bnahabra lazily floated next to her.
She seemed leery of the group but somehow Fomortiis elicited the least reaction from her, as if she was used to these things.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."FORMORTIIS TIME
Who else could be there to visit but Meteorika? Though the church of Gor required tending, she could afford downtime. Especially since she was on the hunt for a nast scrungly man and found the task not suitable for her cohorts, being that none had the skills or reasons to track down their target.
But, well, sometimes Gor would test her even in the midst of another great challenge. By having a demon appear nearby for instance.
She decides to approach it, stopping at a healthy distance but wishing to still show some cojones. Ah, greetings! I take it you are more reasonable than your volume suggests?
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterMortal Morthal
A loud crash can be heard near: they are Tatiana and Paty, who just landed to fight the dark lord!
We will not let you do any more harm to this city! Right, Paty?
Ummm... Yeah?
Ember, greenhouses
You know, the way out here...
Both Sofía and Rodri look at him.
You don't remember? They hadn't got outta here in all of their lives...
True... And we got here through a magic door leading to a restaurant, of all things...
The silent Rodri talks:
I could lead the way. Maybe I don't remember it so well... But we came to this place through a loooong cave. It's right there!
Rodri starts walking to the trash heap, with both scientists following him.
Care to follow us?
Wild Wild Hunt
The ABC's got so lost in the labyrinth, they split their ways without noticing!
They heard the singing voices, and they got hypnotized by them!
Upon seeing the leaf specters, A asked them:
Did you come to help us?
Lápiz, who is with C, started to growl at one of those specters, feeling they are up to no good...
Edited by BombonBombin on Mar 22nd 2023 at 10:29:01 AM
Three freaking ghosts!The Island, Estraole Coastline
At the peak of its sagitta the sun cast down its light on the tropical island. In the snowy mountains in the northwest quadrant, a six limbed mammal skittered after some sort of fur-covered herbivore, the quadruped defending itself by swinging a long and clubbed tail covered in some sort of carapace. Just as the carnivore was about to pull away from its quarry to avoid total disintegration of the skeleton, a massive flock of leech-like animals descended from above, air sacks on their sides deflating as they latched onto the fur of the herbivore’s back and absolving it of its own blood.
In the lakes in the middle of the island, two winged and fluffy critters met. Their fur was a bright white and their eyes covered, with only bright pink ears visible, like a sort of adorable cross between wyvern and bat. Over the water they battled, flying in to rip the other’s throat to shreds and end the fight as soon as possible without injury. The fight was going nowhere though, but before it could end due to stamina, a great plume of water shot out from the earth as some sort of giant athropod leapt from the surface of the water, with claws outstretched. It caught the two fliers in its grasp and dragged them down into a watery grave.
In the tropics, a mammalian theropod closely resembling a kangaroo in appearance dashed through the trees. It bounded over stones and ducked through logs, the earth shaking with each powerful footstep from the great herbivore. The creature risked a glance behind it, where it assumed the shadowy figure would be chasing it. Instead, there was nothing; not even a smell. The creature slowed to a halt, its jaw hanging open as it panted for air. All around it the trees stood still, nary a motion as the wind was held placate.
Then the forest erupted.
A series of thatch cords shot from strategic positions in the trees, surrounding the creature and trapping it. Then came the poisonous darts, each of them striking a specific point on the animal’s body, where it would be most effective with the least amount of pain. The creature thrashed for a few moments, but that thrashing quickly became nothing more than the twitching of a corpse’s muscles. The prey fell to the ground as the thatch wires retracted with a frenetic whir, and from the trees came a flood of Lizardman Skinks, a blowdart in the hands of each. Without a word spoken they lifted the body in unison, marching it through the woods. Behind them, supervising the hunt, stood their leader Whas’Intun.
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A cool breeze blew in from the sea, waves crashing against the shore as seagulls cried out from above. A single Skink stood at the docks, fishing rod in hand and his head bouncing along to the distant drums. He turned to the wooden city where the sounds were coming from, built halfway on the sands and halfway over the sea with its towers reigning high over the rest of the tropical forests for miles around. Braziers burned across the city, providing warmth for the Lizardmen within and their allies.
Above, a soaring eagle looked down on the city, carried through the air by the whipping winds. Its wings flexed and bent, descending down as the tunneled current carried it between the buildings, Lizardmen and Wood Elves alike walking on the streets below alongside beasts of burden carrying what the others could not. The eagle passed the training arena, where wood elves fired at thatch-filled targets and the Lizardmen sparred with one another, utilizing unique fighting techniques involving both the artificial weaponry in their hands as well as their claws, fangs, and tails. A Chameleon Skink just barely dodged the forwards lunge of a Kroxigar, pressing his spear against the latter’s neck but going no deeper than the surface of his scales. He had won this round.
The eagle continued, past the stables where the jaws of Carnosaurs snapped shut in its wake, past the kitchens where skinks served up a plethora of meats and herbs to eager customers, past the marketplaces where pelts and meat and steel exchanged hands. Finally, it reached one of the wooden city gates, one that led out into the tropical forest beyond. The bird of prey slowed as it grew closer to a figure in particular, an aged Wood Elf with only a single eye and two swords on his waist. He held his arm out as the eagle landed on his leather gauntlet. He held a strip of meat up to the avian’s mouth, who happily swallowed it whole. From the trees came the hunting party, carrying their prey. Whas'Intun followed in their stead, and while the Lizardmen marched the meat into the city, he approached the wood elf, the two saluting to one another.
"The newcomersssss…How are they adapting?" He asked, flicking his tongue out at the air as he did so.
"Fine, I'm certain. They're in their lodge, if you'd like to check in on them,"
"I will. Thank you, Callath."
"Godspeed, Whas'Intun." The aged wood elf held his fist to his chest and bowed, the Lizardmen responding by puffing out his crest. With that, the two parted ways.
While the hunting party made their way to the kitchen bearing tonight's meal, followed by a celebrating crowd, the general made his way through the wooden streets towards the residential area, where father and son had been given homes for their stay here.
Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you!
With great power…you know the rest.The Outpost
Dav'Cairo was carving something out of some fine jungle wood. The labors of flying the wood, cutting it, and sanding it down obvious in the darker shavings and strips that decorated his canid feet. He seemed completely invested in it, having now carved the soft yet firm expressions of some admiral like maiden he had encountered on his journey.
Axyl'Sonyo was looking out at everything, feeling a sense of longing. Like he had forgotten what it was like to stay still. For just even a second he had never thought of staying some longer than three days.
But he would help his kin. The Oldblood's, and this Braves Chieftain's forces.
Upon feeling like he was being called out to venture outside the cabin, Axyl'Sonyo quickly slinked out of the cabin, Dav'Cairo pausing his efforts and pocketing the model before jumping out with the chameleon skink, makinf their way over to Whas'Intun.
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 23rd 2023 at 6:52:57 AM
AwawaOutpost
The Monitor Skink
◊ approached his brethren and his son. Behind him marched a mighty Kroxigor Ancient,
wearing heavy bone armor made from what was undoubtedly his past quarries. In his hand was a massive spiked club, some leftover bloodstains indicating that it had been used multiple times before.
"He does not look like one of us," The Seraphon sneered, looking down at Dav'Cairo, but was instantly met with a disapproving glare from his leader.
"Look around yourssssself, Kharsssss'Li. Do you not sssssee elf and amazon alike walking our ssssstreetsssss, helping usssss hunt, exisssssting alongssssside usssss?" Whas'Intun snarled, as the Kroxigor backed off with a conceding huff. "I apologize for hisssss…insssssolence. Kharsssss'Li'sssss mind remainsssss rooted in the deception that isssssolation bringsssss sssssurvival." He explained, stepping in front of "Khars'Li". "Are the two of you sssssettling in well?"
With great power…you know the rest.The Outpost
Dav'Cairo didn't bare his fangs. He lived around Seraphon and those who wished to wear his hide his whole life. But the Seraphon no matter how calloused one could be, were family. He had chosen to walk along their lines, and so the Kroxigor didn't bother him as much as say, someone unfamiliar. He instead showed his throat to Whas'Intun, even though he lacked either a dulap or crest.
Axyl'Sonyo spoke up, looking around with his telescopic eyes to then focus on the Braves Chieftain. He didn't seem antsy persay, but he did look to be expecting something.
"All is well... Though I do wonder, this is so so... What Star path do you follow? This land is welcoming... It is alien."
Wild Hunt
The Brush Sprites immediately began to pass towards the ABC trio, and when they did it felt like their souls were struck. Like that glazing pass was enough to wound them in some deep way. They felt a bit of themselves die, and soon, many of the apparitions began to adorn themselves with thorny whips, lashing then towards those in the labyrinth, lightning crackling in the wakes of their whips. Epok saw this and began to fly towards some of the Brush Sprites, attacking their faces tro hopefully buy the adventurers some time.
And for a brief second Roco could see, a figure sitting on his shell, knees up to their chest as they spoke on something, seemingly scared. They seemed to be young, holding up their hands to their face, obscuring their features from Roco.
"I’ll burn to the ground my name and my past, just so I pray that I’ll never be stained with the ash.
Just like my creators, they have their scars. I may not follow, but I know they’ll leave their mark."
The figure began to sob, pointed ears exposed as they sounded more like an animal hissing, before a pained whimper came from them.
"It’s the Asur within me I’m fightin'... Oh father, I fear I’ve become that of a Titan..."
Then, they faded off, but there was still something on Roco's shell. It was a curled, limbed serpent, it's sides flexing as if it was catching it's breath. It soon slithered off into the pathways, its branch like hide allowing it to melt into the scenery, as it went after the adventurers.
Meanwhile Ellder was able to chase the Male Fairies away, as they hissed and brandishes their stingers as if ready to rend into him. One would move in and was quickly sliced in the chest with such a stroke, as it fell down to the ground, only to be swiftly swooped up by a new figure. Alldor would actually be the first to recognize this new figure. As it slammed directly into hia chest, throwing him back. This new figure seemed feminine, but more robust, with more pronounced secondary arms, and thicker talons. While she held the sliced chest of the male Faerie in her claws, she narrowed her glaze and flew up, pointing her stinger towards the prince.
The other two Faeries went after Toldor, Falchions up as they went after the Orc Thug with weapons brandished. All the while the Feymarshall looked to Ellder and the flame, before spinning itself around towards the roaring flame.
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Mar 23rd 2023 at 9:19:13 AM
AwawaAs Ellder hangs on for dear life, he tries to climb back up to the Feymarshall's neck. "From here... you can't hurt me... without hurting yourself!"
Aldon goes skidding back from the collision, digging a pair of scars into the ground with his boots. He grabs his shield and raises his curved sword, then clangs them together in preparation to fight.
Toldor has no time for such theatrics. He is swift and brutal, charging forward to try and impale one of the sword-wielding fairies on his greatsword and toss them off with a mighty swing!
Fomortiis lets out a low chuckle that shakes the earth with his voice. "Your heroic act is amusing. Far more interesting are those who seek parley."
He pulls himself forward to loom over Tarkorath. Engage!Anna stumbles and scrambles out of his way. "Beastly warrior, what is it in life you seek?"
Edited by KiriK on Mar 24th 2023 at 2:54:06 PM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Gus and Jesse decide to pour power while Zangeese is being slain, Gus choosing to summon his Stand again to go for a beatdown. This proves a bad decision though, because Jesse blasts away with a Kamehameha again, vaporizing Gus in the wake of his power without leaving the owner of El Pollos Cyberneticos much of a shot at even screaming.
Yo he killed Gus! Jesse yells to deflect suspicions.
Edited by Bolded1 on Mar 24th 2023 at 12:34:08 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterFomortis
Uh... Tatiana? What is "parley"?
But the warrior girl didn't answer Paty, instead she watches Fomortis' actions.
Wild Hunt
Roco hears attently the childish creature, but he didn't answer. In fact, he starts following the serpentine creature...
...
...to where the ABC's are. They were struck by the spectres, paralyzing them in a cold fear, unguarded against the lashes. Thankfully, Epok was here to help them.
Let's run, guys!
The trio run away, trying to find a way to exit the labyrinth.
Three freaking ghosts!Maestro runs up to Django and charges at him, firing his last few Yamato Spears to try and finish him off.
Lives: 53
ouch
Despite still having most of a barrier, Magolor SEX goes out of his way to shoot down Trollge and Super Ena with dark orbs. "Your quizzes infuriate me!"
Crosscut acquires Galactic Toss and a crown styled like a wrestling belt from Super Piplup's 7th Evolution, while Skelethomas snatches the power of Fractal Needle from Super Ena with a glitchy polygonal hat. Magolor SEX resumes frantically teleporting and flying all over the place, but if Skelethomas can tag him with Fractal Needle, it'll get him stuck for Crosscut to follow up on!
Since nobody targeted Boothead or the EDGE Cube, they're... still there. Boothead points at Zangeese and a hammer materializes from nowhere to slam down on him. Fortunately, this attack's power is nothing compared to the strength of Boothead's master, but it is still a reminder that the minion can, in fact, fight.
The EDGE Cube starts rolling towards Dr. Kawashima .
Edited by KiriK on Mar 24th 2023 at 7:36:36 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."yeah he sure did just riddle a broken man with spears
Django was i don't fragged is the right word.
"o o o o o o o o o o o"
Skelethiddy proceeds to ragdoll like an SMG4 character and grow needles basically at complete random. At least Magolor won't be able to predict them, I guess? After a few seconds of this chicanery they shoot out.
Edited by Rbade on Mar 24th 2023 at 5:46:51 AM
/\。。/\Deathmatch
Bass, Piano and Django are all suddenly rezzed and restored, lined up side-by-side as a digital scoreboard appears in the sky.
Name: Frags - Deaths - Rank
Maestro: 2 - 0 - 1
Bass: 1 - 1 - 2
Django: 0 - 1 - 3
Piano (R): 0 - 1 - 4
"Still the Deathmatch champion."
And then, finally, the invisible walls around this section of the city disappear, and the fighters are free to go. Django gets all his stuff back.
Edited by KiriK on Mar 24th 2023 at 7:58:17 AM
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."When she Magolors my Sex
"You're about to be introduced to a whole WORLD of pain you magic freak!" Crosscut shouts, feeling energized. After Skeledingus does his thing, he charges at Magolor to grab him with his new power, the magic making him... grow normal hands to do it. If successful he then jumps VERY good, blasting off into space with Magolor. They fly past stars and hit a rather literal Space Bridge
◊ which promptly explodes.
"Now to bring you back DOWN TO EARTH!" Crosscut says, somehow flipping them upside down and reversing course until they crash down where they started from. The impact throws Crosscut like a ragdoll and tragically he loses his fingers, leaving him with just guns again.
"That was a pointless encounter with a pointless person."

The Wild Hunt
As the AB Cs fled, the Feymarshall seemed to ignore Roco now, as it attempted to squeeze the light out of the human prince. Only to then be slammed into the earth by the combined efforts of Aldon and Toldor to slam it into the earth. At first the Feymarshall seemed a little easier than the Briarwarden. Until Ellder and the rest of the gang saw the raptor take spurs atop it's wings, and slice them over the earth. The fire surrounding them now had a line drawn in where it couldn't advance, as silver paved the way for water. But within the water strange blue and cetacean-hued shapes writhed, awaiting for someone to fall over.
And as Ellder jumped on the Feymarshall's back, it bucked wildly, attempting to stomp on the others below it as it nabbed at the Elf on its back.
Which only drew attention.
It came with the buzz of insectoid wings, as a horde could be seen amidst the smoke above them. Descending onto Ellder were three shapes of strange beauty. They bore the carapace of hornets, segmented and yet the humanoid visage they revealed was alluring with their thin waist and seemingly hourglass silhouette. Only when their perfectly chiseled faces got closer, brandinging ebony and ivory falchions were their faces more primordial and predatory.
They jabbed at Ellder like master fencers, hoping to ensnare him in their volley of strikes.
The AB Cs weren't having any more luck, with Epok trying desperately to eliminate their path, as they were now running within a labyrinth of branches and leaves. Epok worriedly noticed some parts of their path seemed to come alive, and the AB Cs could hear the most beautiful of choirs. Like angels helping the deceased pass on. But instead it came from bundles of leaves and flowers animated to resembling floating spectres, coming directly for the path runners.
Awawa