femurlord

Iblees stays winning🙏

Does this affect CAs that can't feel? If Darkstalker, Paleknight or other Undead was struck, would they be stunned given as they can't feel or?

Hey, this game looks pretty cool. Would you mind sending me the link?

You don't need a Yokai CA to make Yokai

Omg, can I be a Naztherak?

For me? Its Corpse Courier.

Gashadokuro brooded, deep below the earth whilst this vision caught him through waning fits of mania. Causality gifted inspiration to the Lich; to add another dragon to his untiring legion.

The lush reaches of the lower North cluttered by the down-trodden remains of a bygone Era fostered some ill-presence. The winds howled, woodlands creaked and the shadows moved within the corner of any bypasser’s eye, a particular presence took comfort here. An aged, charred Guillotine positioned in the dilapidated remains cradled a skeleton, bent and misshapen and dressed in rags. Any passerby greeted by unintelligible utterances holding a resemblance to the breeze, oft left to wonder had the dead been roused? [OOC]: We are reaching the second time around that we’re seeking to expand our ranks. We are seeking people willing to main their character, creating narrative and pushing conflict that influences the world we players interact with. Do not expect much, if you intend to play them as a side character As of last time, don’t go into this seeking a cool MA, that is a perk. Instead pproach positively, wanting to expand roleplay and drive narrative. If you find the Guillotine, please forward a message to TheBestDavid#5664 or megavoltar#5496. Thank You.

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Roused from the lands east-to-west, graveyards yielded hosts of skeletons, pulled from their slumbee in dank coffins to parade through the realm with a diligent clack, clack, clack - a tireless stride through the highways and byways to reach all of the Four’s kin. The macabre couriers littered boulevards and passageways east through west, supplying the hands of man, woman and no-good. Each scroll, undoubtedly coveted a layer of stench, one of soured eggs and piss. When all settled, skeletons filtered into the recesses of the wild, sinking back from whence they came, earthward. Disposed missives read as follows, etched with abject chicken-scratches: Let this call reach the failed Signholder, Anagenimenos, the Blood of Widkund, let it be known the wheel calls you to its spin again; service and duty. To heed the call of He who titled you, Epleiades. So We, the Faithful might together pursue the Black God’s will - seek to the North-Eastern swamps - a Stonehenge that covets a talking skull will find you our company. Purpose has found our cause again - and duty calls - it be wise to answer. Hail the Black God. HIS VILENESS, Father of the Heir to Feldamfir, Tamer of Cloudbreaker, Arch-Lich Soupbone-icus of the Swamplands, The Bearer of Bones, Daimyo of the Dead, Hexicanum’s Headmaster, Usurper of Adunakhor, Keeper of the Burrows, Gashadokuro.

Through the many pathways hewn into the crust of the Earth, a thing drew raspy air; a declaration singular and haughty. "I'm far from done. ."

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Ripped from the earth, a skeletal limb wade through root and topsoil, clawed digits scoring the crust of the material to rip their lithe and bone-clad figure anew; Gashadokuro rebirthed again after the fact. The thing's emergence sought it in the arid South, overlooking the scene after the fact as rubble smoldered a gnarly black, and the cadaverous remains of the Lich-drake. As sunlight's kiss sought the horizon, it'd return to the bowels of the Realm, hidden away.

A decorated Gravelord spattered and hissed instruction to an ensemble of bone-clad servants animated from hoof-to-head. They totted rocks, rusted tools and innumerable cadavers; Gashadokuro, in the depths of the Petra Turis prepared, knowing what's to come.