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    Up there, behind the stars. No, not that one, the bright one. Look where i'm pointing!
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    Gaming, All types of fictional literature, Roleplaying, Dragons, Dungeons & Dragons, Writing, Drawing, Anime, Comic Books (Mainly 2000AD) Randomness, and other assorted geek-tastic things
  1. IC: The Dark Crusade

    Ratigan, Barton, and Astan set off in the opposite direction, towards the town hall. The streets were almost totally quit, except for the sounds of the rest of the party walking away from them. "Where are the bodies? Do they shamble outside, clawing to get back to their homes?" said Astan, looking worried and sweating as he kicked at a pile of manure, surrounded by flies. Ratigan shrugged his shoulders and had just enough time to grab him and tackle him tot he ground before a stinking, fetid creature leapt from the pile and tried the same. Barton immediately drew his clean and polished long-sword and sullied it in filth and blood with a mighty cleave to it's arm. The creature screamed inhumanely and backed off, and Ratigan got a better look at it. "It is not a man, nor was it ever. A demon of filth, a lesser one, spewed from the bowels of the pit. it is likely the messenger for something far greater..." he said. The demon seemed more likely to reconsider attacking again, but it stood it's ground and roared- filling the town square with a foul and putrefying gas, which was a sickly yellow. "Cover your mouths! Now! shouted Ratigan, putting his good hand over his mouth. Everyone else did the same, and it took some time for the wind to blow the gas away, by which time the demon had gone. It left it's vile footprints and and a trail of drippings to indicate where it had gone, but while Ratigan and Astan where inspecting this Barton spotted someone standing in front of the townhall. "One of the dead, is there, Master. Mocking us, and gesturing with a heavy morningstar, wearing Templar colors." Said Barton. Ratigan knew of only one Templar who wielded such things... Lord Peter Selby...
  2. IC: The Dark Crusade

    "It seems like a likely trap" replied Ratigan. The fleeing figure was obviously suspicious enough to arouse interest though, as Ser Blacksting gave a nod to the party and set off after him, and he was gone before anyone could react, melting into the shadows. "We follow our friend's lead and split up. Allastad, you take Richard and Osmund and check the village square. Barton, Astan and I will head for the Town hall, and be sure to look for any survivors" said Ratigan, as he heard a yelp from close by, probably from the mystery figure getting caught by his pursuer. In the Church, a man was kneeling over a horrid work of art on the floor. It was an elaborately painted demonic sigil, and empty corpses drained of blood were littered around it, at each point of it's seven pointed star pattern. He was cutting himself and bleeding into the middle, and muttering in a deep and inhuman voice. At this point, the man, a undead Lord Peter Selby looked up and laughed. His skin had turned green and his lower jaw just bare bone, but his death rattle of a laugh echoed through the empty halls of the church, mocking and blaspheming at the holy images on the stain glass windows.
  3. Hogwarts done, will post in DC after the VTM session.

  4. IC: Hogwarts 1940

    Surrounded by Gryffindors on both sides, Ignotus felt rather boxed in. He had a girl with large eyes on his left and a giant boy on his right. He looked around at the other students, (who were more interested in talking and playing musical chairs than listening) and relaxed a bit until the giant spoke to him. "Only half. Don't worry, i won't bite. I'm Ignotus, nice to meet you" he said, but the hubbub in the classroom was beginning to subside now. They were learning about plants that grew on the edges of the water, and cried like little children in order to snare passers by. According to professor Beery they were quite harmless when uprooted, and the noises they made where muffled and confused, just like the thing itself. They were tasked to trim them and re-pot them, then describe the process in their workbooks. It was simple work, although the giant boy (who introduced himself as Hagrid, over the trimming) found the delicate trimming difficult with such big hands. Ignotus gave him some help and before long they were chuckling about monsters, a shared interest they quickly discovered. On the other side of the room, Several students had an argument over missing clippers, and ten points were taken from Slytherin, and a further ten points from Gryfffindor when the other party refused to back down and threw some soil. The lesson was certainly interesting, but Ignotus got bored once he had finished his descriptions and began doodling in the margins of his workbook. The lesson came to an abrupt end after that, the books collected, and just before everyone was about to get up and leave, an explosion shook the whole room and blew out two of the windows. ** Septimus, Quintius and Archie had been told off twice more for running in the corridors before they caught up with the others outside the dungeons. They had been horsing around on the way, and were the last to arrive, but as the teacher hadn't shown up yet nobody seemed to notice, except for Verity. She sighed and trotted over to them with a frown. "What took you so long? You could have lost us points!" she spat, even though only Archie was paying attention (Sep and Quint were happily playing a game that involved slapping each others hands as hard as possible) Archie shrugged and didn't answer her in time, as the teacher appeared. He was a heavy set man, with an impressive amount of facial hair but he seemed jolly enough. He unlocked the door, and everyone entered the room in single file and took seats. Being last, there weren't three seats together left, so Sep went to the front (He sat next to Jasper but didn't greet him yet), Quintius intentionally sat between two girls (Melania and Fleur, who made no secret of their disgust.)
  5. IC: The Dark Crusade

    "We need only carve a swathe through them! Enough to get ourselves through, they do not seem interested in the horses, just man-flesh!" Shouted back Ratigan, smashing his steel fist into a dead face and obliterating it. The shambling horde seemed to grow in strength the harder the party fought against them. Astan was holding his own to a vicious pair when he was grabbed from his saddle, but someone else beheaded the pair before he hit the ground, and help him up. "This is folly! Two more rise for every one that falls! Something must be controlling them!" Shouted Blacksting, loudly, over the moans and cries. Ratigan looked about, past the immediate threat, and it took a few moments to spot the odd creature out- one of them was not fighting, but praying on his knees, bobbing back and forth. It was grumbling in a low and sinister language- muttering incantations to keep the dead fighting."There, kill that one!" He shouted. Barton and Osmund bothe heard the command, and both wanted the glory. They raced each other through the forest of hacked off limbs and red rain toward the target, and both acted in synchronicity as both of their blades collided with the bobbing corpse. It stood up, impaled, and pulled out the swords with each hand, and attacked both Barton and Osmund with their own blades. Barton got an ear cut off cleanly, and Osmund, trying to wrestle back his sword, grabbed the sharp end with his hands and came close to losing a finger before headbutting the thing and knocking it's head off. Dealing with his own problems, Ratigan only saw the headbutt but it was impressive enough, even though Osmund was very dazed and vulnerable in the seconds afterwards. With the chanter dead, the corpses turned back into dusty bodies and went limp, dropping back into the he ground and melting back into the sand. "Well done. We should learn more about the enemy, if possible. The more we know, the better chance we have of stopping the evil at it's heart" said Ratigan, as everyone wrapped bandages around the latest wounds. The rest of the road to the village of Tryil was less excitable, but the presence of the living dead was everywhere. They passed througb several small villages and farms, but there were no peasants or farmers, just flies and the sweet, cloying smell of decaying bodies in the sun, being picked apart by vultures. They eventually reached Tryil just before dark the next day, and even though it was quite a large village, it seemed to be empty...
  6. IC: The Dark Crusade

    Ratigan's journey through the neighbouring settlements was uneventful, except for a bird of prey carrying a message high overhead. Once he arrived, he noticed he was the last to arrive. Allastad, Richard, Barton, Osmund and Blacksting were already preparing for the ride. Only a few paces in, he was run into by a clumsy young man carrying his bags. "Good day, Master. My name is Astan, your new Squire. I am to take the late Squire Gromley's duties and assist you in any way possible" rushed out the young man, before he zoomed off again to the fill the horses saddlebags. Ratigan greeted his fellow master and surveyed the latest additions to the quest. "Once the horses are prepared we should make haste to Jaffe. I fear terrible things await us, but we must endure. I am also worried about Roustan... I pray that our leaving does not give him cause him to do anything... damaging. His sickness is getting worse by the day. I heard he bit housekeeper quite badly. Oh, and my new Squire seems to be nothing if not... eager." The party left the chapterhouse soon after, and they proceeded through the drawbridge gates two by two. Astan did nothing but talk very quickly about very little, and soon his voice became part of the background noise to Ratigan's ears. He remembered the boldnes of the bandits the first time he had left the chapterhouse, but this time they had no such ambush. The quiet was very unusual and more than a little worrisome once they hit the road proper. "Were is everyone? Thisnroad should be filled with donkeys, camels, trader carts and the like" he said, but when his horse suddenly stopped (as did the others) he got his answer. The sandy road was cold. In this part of the world, anything other than roasting heat was utterly improbable, and it did not bode well. Ratigan dismounted as bis horse woukd go no further regardless of how much he insisted. He then crunched a skull under his boot. "Prepare yourselves. Something is here... watching us... to arms, everyone!" He called, as several dusty and ancient reanimated corpses clawed thier way out of thier sandy graves...
  7. A little experiment

    Peeps? Arent they something americans eat at at Eastertime? You mean chicks?
  8. Star Wars Episode VII

    Saw it yesterday. Looking brilliant!
  9. Anybody going to post soon?

    1. Helios Dharak SennkohCoola

      Helios Dharak SennkohCoola

      Yes I posted a new post in the Supernatural I edited it moved about my story of Guardian Dragon to the Dragon Kin Topic because I posted it in wrong place.

    2. Krystalis


      Started to Faze, but got sidetracked. I should be able to tonight. If not then Definitely tomorrow.

    3. Helios Dharak SennkohCoola

      Helios Dharak SennkohCoola

      I just posted few posts on here,so check them out!

  10. My email is Robertbenn24@gmail.com
  11. A little experiment

    Yay! Fixed forum!
  12. Weaponised toothbrushes?