Sr_Dimentio

WOAH! As a voidstalker that actually tries not to spam spells too much this is actually nice!!! And I was about to complain about knights not exhausting themselves lol, I hope this and a possible energy thing passes because it would make crp more fun and less... Well, until the other person gets tired or have to log off lol. Really big +1

I don't play darkstalkers, I play a draugar, but I'm surrounded by them and YES, they kinda need this... +1

"Heh..." Jack, a petty thief with quite a fascination with swiping, would start rubbing his hands together, grinning

Joka, The Charming Magician, would groan and crumple the issue after he finished reading, going to shake his fist dramatically in anger. How the mortals dared to slander the MEAT CIRCUS like that!

After the battle, the jester known as Joka took advantage of the situation, draining some of the Hunter's lifeforce to create a Rotten Veiling, the undeath would then take off his mask, floating a foot off the ground as he would put both hands on his cheeks "Oh... To be beautiful again..." He mumbled, his face now the one of an elf, a young man with extremely pallid skin and purple, intense eyes "Well... With the show closing it's curtains... It's time to bid adieu..." He chuckled, starting to float away from the Hunter's unconscious body... But he would pause for a moment, hearing something throught the now blighted woods of that silver forest, hissing and hungry growls... The glinting red eyes of starving undeath... This would be the end of the man... To be devoured by the creatures that dwelled on the same lands the jester helped cursing... "Hmm..." He would hum, remembering, remembering how he already left someone to die... How what was a simple entertainment... A simple show... Became a genocide, the screams of the Kelpie as her head was squashed by one of his closest allies, how he could have stopped him in time... The terrible screams and cries of those close to her... The screams... The hatred... The pain... It was all his "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT..." A disgusting and distorted, yet soft and melancholic voice talked in Joka's mind as he held into his forehead, gritting his teeth "LEAVE HIM TO DIE... LIKE THAT MAN IN THE SEPULCHRE, NOW FORCED TO ''LIVE '' THROUGHT YOUR SAME TERRIBLE CURSE... LIKE THAT BLUE WOMAN... YOU REMEMBER... RIGHT? YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT... YOU ONLY WANTED TO CONTINUE YOUR LITTLE SHOW..." The voice mocked "WHAT A PATHETIC MANCHILD YOU ARE... OH! OR LIKE YOUR MOM... OR LIKE SMILEBONE..." At their mention, Joka would scream, holding into his own head, not able to cry, not able to feel real pain, he was truly as cursed as this forest. The jester would then turn towards the man he helped bring down, and another glanze to the creatures preying on him, ready to devour his skin... He sighed "Hmm... I would feel bad if you died here..." He mumbled, holding into the Hunter with his quite limited, fragile strenght, and starting to drag him away, into somewhere safe.

And together, we shall write poems and dance until our body crumbles into a mush of bones and gore on the ground... And then arise again... Beauty eternal.

Joka saw the missive on one of his morning walks (not a real one as he floated instead), watching one of the missives on the ground "To us!?" he blinked, pointing at himself "We weren't the ones doing all that! Kind of our fault tho..." he mumbled "But fine! You want revenge! We're bringing the one that killed your sister!!!" he groaned, crossing his arms "I actually wanted to keep her alive so I myself could defeat that PESKY idiot someday..." He would start floating back towards the Black Sepulchre, going to talk to the warrior that took the life of the sailor's sister, one of the Meat Circus allies.

"Hey! Who am I going to mess with for 2 years!? I wanted to sell that parasol!" Jack Swiper, scoundrel thief and sworn enemy of Eirene groaned "Oh right I hate more people... But still! That brat..." He mumbled angrily, walking away

After what was supposed to be a simple ''show'', a tournament for fun, one of his little shenanigans... Joka layed on the ground, having drink some draught that made him partially mortal, some color on his pallid cheeks as he just layed, silent, looking at the ceilings of the Black Sepulchre "I'm a failure..." he muttered "I'm not worthy of being called a servant of the disappeared Overlord Smilebone..." the Lich continued "I'm not worthy of having revived the Meat Circus!!!" he declared, starting to float a foot off the ground, grabbing a fistful of his hair and PULLING, feeling that mortal pain... Joining his misery. Tears flowed throught his eyes, actually crying for the first time in decades. The jester screamed, a violin suddendly appearing with an explosion of purple energy, starting to play dramatically as he stumbled around the room "OVERLORD SMILEBONE!!! CAN YOU SEE MEEEEEEEEE!!!" He continued his dramatic breakdown for some time more, before the effects of the draught passed, the undead sighing and fixing his hair "A shame... But the SHOW must go on! Hu hu hu hu! I-I hope they don't want revenge on ME or something..." he muttered one last time, floating away towards his room to continue obsessing over anything.

"Hah! Courts!" the scoundrel thief, Jack Swiper, cackled while reading the missive "I'm sure they will be making dumb tea parties and talking about how faaaaaancy they are!" he grinned, talking alone, before throwing the missive at some fire... Fire from which an ember came out, starting to burn his pant "Aaah!!!" he yelped, quickly patting the fire off "Phew..." he mumbled " Heh... Tea parties..." he grinned again, just resting near the fireplace.

"Tsk..." Joka, the ''charming magician'', a Lich Draugar that took part on the capture of the poor elf groaned as he saw the execution of the man, going to float away to another room "Just mindless violence... Without purpose..." He mumbled, the voidstalker jester going to take a rose that slowly withered on his hand. "What a waste..." Who knows what he meant by that, the theater kid floating to his room on the MEAT CIRCUS to continue practicing his dramatic evil monologues.

Current tykes lore (under Liturgies of Pale): Proposed: Purpose:

Dude, Corcitura are the LEAST dangerous evil creatures on the server probably, not even creatures, A FEAT! They're normal descendants! Atleast give the feat this, getting to the thirsting state is very easy, more if you play more characters than the vampire, it will only add a liiiiiittle temporal relief of one week until they have to hunt again or they're in constant danger once again, I think it's harmless and I don't know why vampires are the ones with the easiest way of getting them when again, IT'S A FEAT!