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Gibs walks by a poster in Abresi, taking a look.
"Hmm. 'inhumanely'... Who could be so cruel to cause such pain to a blade?"
He says, walking away with a chuckle.
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Kjell and two dwarven councilors once lost a 3v1 pvp battle vs Lykos in Aegis due to counter attacks.
Kjell is sheep
And then Kjell was the sheep.
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In case there are some ignorant people around here, DO NOT delete sys 32
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Yes.
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Two Steps From Hell, BICK!
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Danny, thank you for your near-constant help and love that you provide to this server, this community. Without people like you, this whole site would have gone t*ts up a long time ago.
I can whole-heartedly say that this community and the people within it have made a larger impact in my life than any other group, and have helped me through many a hardship.
I may be but 18 years of age, but that statement is no less true, and the experience I've had with this server is no less profound. I'm going to be staying for as long as I have access to the internet.
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Thank you for writing yet another awesome guide, Jistuma! :D
Helping people with emote fighting is crucial, and i'd like to fight others that are skilled in it... Last time I had a good one was with Meta.
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Fenrís walks by the postage, entertained by the jumbled mess upon it. Notes pinned upon notes, replies. He has to literally dig through the notes to find the original. Upon finding it, he lets out a suppressed chuckle that quickly turned to full laughter.
"What kind of an idiot posts his damned name in public on such a note?"
Fenrís says to himself.
Noticing more people coming down the road towards him, most likely to leave another reply to this mess, Fenrís quickly scrawls on the board and walks away.
-Outside a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, however, it is too dark to read. You spend a lot of time with dogs, don't you, Haudenfox?-
~F
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To add to my previous post, and to clarify.
I hate small dogs. Medium and up.
As for cats, yeah, they're nice to keep most of the time, depending on the individual, but they're nice for differeent reasons.
It's kind of like comparing ARMA2 and COD.
One's fun for serus reasons, one's a fun arcade game.
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((^This is true, but permission is usually quite easy to attain if you have a good standing here.))
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When I first met him in Aegis, I thought he was a moderator already.
Meh, Subadai 4 lyfe
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8/10, would stab repeatedly.
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False, my brilliant breezer was stripped from me yet I have 2000+ posts, I'm ex-event team, blah blah blah.
It isn't exactly a decimating assault on my sanity, but goat cheese.
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Very well written.
Lykos used a Mithril Aspis with a sharp outter edge. Quite fun to use the rim of a shield as a blade.
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Asulon sections almost complete.
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^Thanks, Bircalin... You owe me for invading your home and leaving dogs sitting everywhere and building you a hot tub... Or not, because I'm just a ghost.
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I find it ironic that all the real-life sh*t happening to my family and I hadn't set me into sadness, but this is making me really friggin' depressed.
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Ooc info-
Lykos' equipment:
-Dwarven Steel longsword
-Mithril Aspis w/ sharpened edge (A round shield, outside edge had been honed into a single circular blade)
-Salamander tooth dagger (from a creature similar to a drake)
-Mithril Vembrances
-Leather armor
I havn't been able to rp Lykos for months due to reality-based problems,
and as such, he's most likely died of old age by now... So I thought to
myself, why not give Lykos a dignified death?
---=---
The ground was thin, ashen. The winds pick up, blowing the ashen soil about.
A hand erupts from the ash, digging itself out of the dirt. Once the
ash was moved, a warrior remained. He stayed on the ground and looked
around. The land he was in was dark... So very dark. His thoughts
brought him to think that he had died and this was to be his afterlife.
Intense pain affirmed otherwise when he tried to move. He gritted his
teeth and steeled himself, then tore himself out of the ash. He was not
dead. Not yet at least. This was not the afterlife, this was home...
Forcing himself to his feet, Lykos took up his sword and blade-shield with shaking hands and looked towards his home.
--- _/||\_ ---
The day before
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The wind was whipping about in a violent manner, far faster than usual.
Lykos surveyed the area. He had made this place his temporary home. The
soil was enriched by the burned remains of the previous forrest, burned
in the dry season the year before. As such, the trees and other plants
flourished here. And since the plants thrived, there were many beasts
about to hunt. The ash picked up from the wind assaulted his face,
forcing him to look away for a second before resuming his watch.
The land was not only home to beasts of the wild, but veritable beasts of
men. Bandits, led by a fearsome chief named Theritus that fancied
himself a bandit king. Stupidity at its finest. They had threatened him
with death a few times before, but today they had sent scouts. He
watched them as they surveyed the land, looking for him. Lykos stood
tall with his sword at his side, staring daggers at them from a good
distance. They turned back, obviously not wanting to get into a
premature battle.
The sky began to darken as the ash picked up
even more and the sun began to set. Lykos could hear war-drums in the
distance, followed by battle-horns. The brigands were on the move. He
takes up his sword and shield and walks into the middle of a large
field. If the bastards wanted a battle, he'd gladly oblige.
The group of bandits, numbering a couple dozen, marched on, clashing their
swords against their shields in step with their march. They were
attempting to intimidate the man that had taken up residence in their
valley. This man had already killed a few of their men, and as such was a
threat to be dealt with.
Lykos pulled the scarf around his neck
up over his mouth and nose, keeping the dust and ash from his lungs. As
they came into sight, Lykos unsheathed his sword, which sang as it tore
through the air and into the combat stance Lykos held himself in. His
sword held out at his side and his shield up, Lykos yelled.
"Come on you bastards, I havn't all day for you to screw around!"
Hearing the bellowing shout of the old warrior, the bandits looked at each
other, then the chief sounded his horn, signalling them to charge. And
charge they did, still in the staggered formation they had marched in.
Their organization would make them less effective, however, as they kept
ample spacing.
Lykos snorted as he heared the horn and saw the
brigands charging at him with their low-end weapons swinging wildly in
the air. He starts taking relaxed steps forward, then begins hurrying
his step, finnally running himself. The ground between the brigands and
the warrior quickly vanished, and Lykos got to work doing what he does
best.
The first brigand to make contact with him tried to jump
and use his momentum to unleash and overhead vertical slash. Lykos
merely stepped to the side and dragged his blade across the bandit's
midsection, nearly cutting him in two.
After slicing through the first, Lykos spun and held his sword out, decapitating the second bandit.
Lykos tore through the brigands, seeming to dance through their ranks to a
most bloody tune. As more and more brigands fell, the more they tried to
bring him down with numbers. Lykos gave mortal wounds to those who
tried, and sustained some nasty wounds himself, until only he and the
last of the regulars stood toe to toe. The bandit was shaken, but
sallied forth, only to be met by the veritable wall that was Lykos'
shield. The shield was bashed into the brigand's face, then swung
downwards, slashing the bandit's legs. Lykos continued this combo with a
vicious stab upwards, which guided the blade into the bandit's skull
through his neck. The brigand fell to his knees, and Lykos pushed him
off of his blade with his foot.
As he pulled the blade from the last of the bandits, Lykos was lifted into the air. He could see a
mighty blade erupting from his stomach... The attacker swung his blade
through the air with Lykos still on it, sending him sliding off of it
and rolling to the ground. As he hit the ground, he fell unconscious,
his last sight being the bandit king wiping his claymore of his blood.
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Lykos tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He couldn't breath. All he
could feel was intense weight upon his chest and tearing winds on his
hand. He clawed at what was covering him with his free hand, uncovering
himself. As his head emerged from his shroud of dust, he took a great
breath in, but groaned in pain. Each breath brought nearly-unbearable
pain. But that was just it. He was still breathing. He tore himself to
his feet. Looking around, he spotted his sword and shield. Picking them
up and gripping them with all his strength, Lykos looked to his home.
Even through the ash storm, he could see his shack burning, and a few
shadows in front of the flames. He took struggling steps toward the
burning shack and the figures it sillhouetted. They turned to him, yet
Lykos kept on moving. He fell to his knee, but tore himself back up to
his feet.
"Another of our boys emerge from the dust, boss!"
One of the brigands shouted to the chief over the screeching winds.
Theritus looked over to the figure coming from the darkness. The figure wore a cape that violently fluttered in the wind.
"No, this is someone different. No... No, he's dead!"
Lykos neared the figures and shouted with all his strength before painfully jogging to them, sword up.
The three remaining brigands looked to each other and stood fast, waiting for the attack.
Lykos ran forward, stumbling with each step. His heavy footsteps were
shadowed by light and quick footfalls behind him. He did not mind them,
as he knew who the steps belonged to.
The brigands looked as the man's shadow in the darkness was flanked by numerous smaller shapes, then two drew bows and fired into Lykos.
Lykos took two arrows to the chest and stumbled, fell to his knee once again and looked on. His companions
ran ahead of him, weapons raised. William Baldwin, Redbain, Will
Chapman, Davien Thole, all of them... All of the hunters from Aegis he
continuously fought alongside... his brothers. Using his sword as a
support, he got back onto his feet and jogged forward, he would not
allow his brothers to fight without him.
The bandits raised their weapons, the winds in their faces. The shapes around the warrior came
forward. A few burst out of shadow as they lunged. A pack of wolves. The
wolves tackled two bandits and dragged them away from the light, away
from the chief. All Theritus could hear was his men getting their
throats torn out. He was panicked now.
Lykos walked past his friends and walked towards the chief, weapon at his side. The chief
swung his sword at his brothers, then looks back to the warrior before
him. Lykos pulled the arrows from his chest and dropped them into the ash below.
Theritus charges at Lykos, wildly swings his blade at him, and Lykos parries it with his
own sword, but the claymore slams his blade out of his hand. Lykos
lunges forward and draws his dagger, a salamander tooth, and sheathes it
in the chief's eye, into the brain. He tears the tooth out of the skull
and lets the chief fall to the groud. The wolves drag the body away,
and Lykos picks his blade up again, walking away.
He walked for a few miles before falling to his knee once more. He lifted his hand from
his wound and looked at it. His hand was covered in blood, and he fell
sideways onto his back. He looked into the sky, surprised to see it
clear, dotted with luminous stars. The wolves had followed him, and
looked at him as he lay there. There was no ash here, just verdant
green.
The wolves growled as someone from a nearby road rushed to
Lykos. The dying man calmed them with a hand gesture, and the traveller
came forth.
"Whoa, I thought these beasts were eating you... You don't look so good."
"Beasts? No, these are my friends... We've just claimed a victory and we're on
our -violently coughs- we're on our way to Throdo's for some ale... Hey,
mind doing a favor for me?"
"I, uh... Yes. Yes I can."
"Take this stuff to the Wizard Zane... He'll be able to use it more than me, I
think I'm done fighting... The sword, shield, vembrances, and dagger...
And my necklace."
The traveler takes the equipment and looks back to Lykos.
"What if I found a healer?"
"No... No. I'll be just fine... Been through worse."
The traveler jogs back to the road, leaving Lykos behind.
There was no pain, just the beauty of the stars above him. One of the wolves
came forward and laid next to Lykos, who ran his fingers through its
fur, comforted by the familiar texture. The tough guard hairs, the soft
undercoat...
Here Lykos realized these weren't his friends... His friends were long
dead. This was his family. A pack of wolves that had followed him for
years...
Lykos passed, still clutching the wolf's soft fur.
He had fought the undead, the endermen, drakes, and innumerable people in
his life... He had lived his life with few friends, but those friends
were of the best quality. And now he lies in a field, staring at the
stars, without seeing his friends for years. The wolves stand a quiet defense of the body, the blood-red Hunter's moon rises in the sky...
I've enjoyed every minute with Lykos, and it is going to be extremely tough for me to detach him from me... REST WELL AND KICK SOME ASS IN THE SPIRIT WORLD.
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You've got a good beat and you're east to dance to. I'll give you a 7/10.
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7/10
Droids.
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I've personally fought a couple of rp battles against this art, and I loved both encounters. Each time the attacks were realistic and effective... Not really effective against the constant pressuring of a shield with skill behind it (I refined my own combat after my fight with you, Meta :D learning after an rp fight is something that is supposed to happen... Yet it doesn't often enough.)
All in all, I enjoyed fighting against this both times, and I would love to see more of it... As it has provided the only challenge i've had on rp encounters for a hell of a long time.
9/10.
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I would say that you deserve a 7/10, I see you here and there.
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Epic objection 7/10
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Just to keep my glorious name clear, Lykos was basically a mercenary that fell in and helped the Subadai out, not one of their blood... And I sure as hell don't remember any curses.
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Tsuyose's Event Team Application [Actor]
in Denied
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I hereby give my support to this magnificent bastard. I've rped with him frequently recently, and he's pretty damn good at rp. He holds the ability to write up accurate and situation-driven emotes that bring a picture to a reader's mind, increasing the quality of the rp tenfold.
I'd trust him with my life, but not a small child.
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