Rainbow Dash

come at me kiri

you merely adopted the darkness

I was born in it. Molded by it. And I didn't see daylight until it was day 4 and by then it was nothing but blinding!

You been sleeping well?

-Gives Pitou a Brain Massage.- ~.~

Spoiler

Wait! We're allowed to put music in our posts!

SNARF
Cave Daria

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guG9cVs3ms4&t

Snarf looked at the goblin for a moment, then at the fire. Slowly the guttural mutterings of the half-brained fool pieced themselves together in Snarf's mind and she realized just what he was asking her to do. The fire would rage out of control and burn all the food unless she took a stand and defeated it now. Only she with her shaman's robes had the power to do it.

She took a deep breath and centered herself. With every ounce of focus she could muster she concentrated upon her spirit to give her strength. She turned to the fire and made her move to quench it.

Snarf performed a perfect leap into elbow drop on the fire. Surely that would destroy it. No force of nature messes around on her watch

SNARF

Cave Daria

As they progressed Snarf encountered several rocks, each better than the last. Her current rock was best rock. Smooth and shiny. The shiny made it stronger.

She also picked up a large stick that the Wakener insisted on sharpening. Yes. This was team work. She would throw him at the prey last, to increase his survival time. Such was his reward for excellent help.

They ended up finding an orc. It was like a larger, fatter goblin. Snarf marvelled at his size. One day she would tower above lesser goblins and then they would know their place. Snarf watched her prey and calculated possible moves. Her incredible mind worked with the force of a thousand banging rocks. An idea came to her and she grabbed Crey, moving further ahead to where the orc was travelling

The disguise was as complex as it was simple. Snarf was sitting on the shoulders of Crey who struggled to move them down the path towards the incoming orc at a casual pace. The ox pelt covered them so it would look like a single person! Snarf's incredibly intellect won again. Now she was as tall as the orc and her features were hidden so he wouldn't suspect a thing.

The stupid animal would think she was another one of them! Snarf would blend perfectly in. Once they got close she would stab him with her stick. The plan was magnificent.

in one of his books it was a euphemism for a dudes junk
15 years after he mentioned it in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
 
Chances are it's a load of nothing since there was nothing in Charlie to so much as hint that it was anything other than a nonsense term that the book was so fond of (Oompah Loompahs, Vermicious K'nids)

It's like calling testicles nuts. Just because you're using a euphemism doesn't mean the origin no longer exists.

Snozberries are probably a real thing in Charlie

EDIT:

@ X, I believe he was talking about the Oswald usage of snozberry

@ Inu, your group has updated but you don't really got anything to post yet. I should be beginning your mission relatively soon

Cardinal Sins updated.

you know, whiskey, rum, vodka etc. That magic

Str and Agi scaling is geometric, it just goes higher at a constant rate

Dex is skill. Skill peaks. There is a theoretical point where you cannot get any better at something.

As for Lycans competing. Name a character in the RP aside from Chizzy (who relies on his shield) or Axe of Maize (AWOL) you cannot kill in a single solid hit. I will wait. Take your time.

Castle White - Igor

He stood tall and proud. The thick military jacket didn't mute his imposing muscles. The hands of a warrior were clasped in front of him. They didn't capture his soul; the inner poet and dreamer that so few people saw. Irene always saw the artists delicate touch in his rough hands. It was that she fell in love with.

The painting did show his intense eyes. His untamed silver-grey hair came down to cover half of his face but could not hide his eyes. Sometimes when she looked at it too long she could almost feel him watching her.

The lycans had never left her a body to bury. For years she'd hidden hope in her heart that he'd somehow survived. Futile dreaming. He would never have stopped fighting, not after they'd slaughtered his get. He wasn't the kind of man to place his own survival over something that needed to be done. They couldn't have taken him alive either, no, not him. And the corpse of a vampire King of course wasn't something you would leave on a battlefield. It was a trophy, something you would take for morale. The things they would have done to him. She was almost glad she'd never had to find his desecrated body.

Her children she however did find.

Irene left her son's fight to come here. To stand in front of the giant painting of her lost husband. Her guards did not question her; she did this several times a day for the last century.

Her attention wavered for a moment at the sound of footsteps. Instantly she recognized the owner and returned to the painting. No one else could have forced her mind away from it without her choosing.



The club missed Seliesen by a small margin. It bounced off the ice and slowed as it reached the end of it's arc. The monster shifted his weight and began to make the backswing, hoping to take out the annoyance finally. The flea suddenly split into several and Igor only became more furious. Another metal disc left a scratch on his cheek. Some pin pricks hit him in the neck. Irritations. Igor would swipe his club through all of the copies at once.

Igor had always wanted revenge. The ice bitch had murdered his entire clan in some insane genocidal crusade against lycans. He may well be the last yeti left. He needed to survive. Survive long enough to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze.

Visions of his death tore through his mind. His blood freezing over on the cold ground. Too wounded, too weak to carry on. His revenge unfulfilled. His clan gone forever.

The yeti struggled to overcome this sudden fear devouring him from the inside when the rat he chased met his eyes. Igor looked into the foreigners stare and found only death waiting for him. His strength was sapped by the realization of his own mortality and the shattering of the dreams that kept him going. The sudden weight on his back didn't break the black hand over his hearts grip.

Agony lanced through his body. The burning sensation of ice drove deep into his torso. He shook violently, dislodging the man on his back. Rage once again became his dominant emotion and he turned to dismember the ice-man.

Suddenly the ground hit him. Igor blinked and tried to stand up but his body wouldn't listen. Dizziness overcame him and the pain faded into numbness. He couldn't feel anything. A thin rivulet of blood rolled in front of his vision and pooled beneath his head. It mixed with the slowly icing over tears he shed as he died.



The captain of the guard led them through the halls towards Irene, although Ana could see that Marshall already knew the way. Two women stood beside the large painting of a man. Ana's eyes instantly fell to the one in the red dress and with a start realized the woman could only be her sister Jasmine. It took her a moment to notice the second woman - Irene, the White Queen

///
-73 years ago-

Katarina's voice came muffled through the door to her private quarters. "Who is it?"

"Ana!"

The door unlocked and Kat beckoned her teenage sister inside. Anastasia sat on the bed while Kat took her position at her desk. A candle lit the room poorly. She'd obviously been reading again. "What do you need, Ana?"

Ana bit her lip. "We were talking about the family paintings and I asked mother about the empty space in the portraits..."

Kat chuckled, still engrossed in her book. "...and she told you it was none of your business. Harshly" she finished for her. Ana nodded.

"It belongs to our sister, Jasmine. She's the oldest. Her and mother never got along and after an argument mother sent her away from the city", she explained. "You probably won't be meeting her any time soon"

Ana was old enough to tell it was a subject that hurt Kat to talk about but curiosity overwhelmed her. "What was she like?"

Katarina looked up in surprise and brought herself away from her book. Her eyes glazed over with memories risen. "Vain. Narcissistic. Demanding. Self-centred. Prideful. Envious", she said. "Beautiful. Kind. Friendly. Encouraging. When she walks into a room everyone notices. You can't help it. Something about her devours you. You lean forward to hear every word she says. You notice every thing she does even through a crowd. It's as if the whole world revolves around her. She's the brightest star in the sky and the one everyone makes wishes by. And when she smiles..."

"If you meet her, you'll know. The world could be ending around you and she'll still be the first thing you notice. Now," Kat said, "daylight is breaking. It's time for you to go to bed"
///

Jasmine smiled at the new arrivals. She'd expected them of course. Gossip moved fast among the nobility. "We should continue our discussions tomorrow, your Grace", she suggested to Irene. The Ice Queen nodded, never looking away from the portrait.

Jasmine turned and approached the group. She knew who they were, but had only met one of them before. "Marshall!" she greeted, grasping his hands softly. "As always, it is a pleasure to see you again. One of the nobility are holding a ball later this week, if you're free you should come. It's been a while since we caught up"

She let go of his hands and turned to the other boy. "Master Ibn Shaytan, it is nice to meet you", Jasmine said as she curtsied. "It seems the Red Court is amidst a bit more turmoil than I would have wanted you to be greeted in, but I hope your time in Memorium was not too rough. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jasmine, heir to the Red Court."

Finally she turned to the last member. Jasmine did not say anything at first but instead suddenly hugged Anastasia. "My dear sister Anastasia, I am so sorry I have not been able to come see you before now", she whispered. "I should be much more free now".

She broke off their embrace and addressed the whole party. "Please, let me show you to the guest quarters"


OOC

Calm your tits. Is it that time of year?

Fear not. Pitou has a list of things she is working through. It kind of goes like this.
 
Prosperity post -- Hexscape Post - CC update. CC update being obviously the longer task. She finished the first one, which means she's simply trudging through toward the next one.