Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 20:20:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Evil will always find a way</em></div><br>The world needs good and evil. They are two sides of the same coin, and require one another to define themselves. Since the dawn of time, there has been countless battles between the two of them but ultimately neither side could claim dominance over the other. Whenever one side became stronger, the other side would unite to stand against it and push back to restore some measure of balance. <br><br>All of that changed when the crusade began many years ago. Evil was chased down, burnt at the stake, and tormented with fire and steel to give away secret lairs and hideouts. Soon, most of the monsters that had been living on the surface had been put to the sword or driven underground. The champions of good followed. Many of them had become greedy and vain, wanting wealth and fame that came with the destruction of their enemies. Some still held onto the virtues in their hearts, but it was beginning to show that world was changing. <br><br>Deep underground, but above the deepest vaults of monster sanctuaries, there lay great passageways through the thick stone from the surface towards the dark vaults, and this was where a heart began to throb. The power of an evil heart spread, as dark minions carved their paths through the sand and weaker stone, chopping their way ahead to build a dungeon into this border between surface and the vaults. <br><br>It was within this dungeon that many monsters were being called by the throb of the heart, a place where magic of the world above could not reach, a place shielded by the strength of that dark heart. Place empowered by the unconquered evil that stood up to resist the crusade and protect the monsters. In the vaults, monsters would grow, but the vaults would not be able to sustain that many, and there was definite lack of space. So it was this dungeon that offered an option for many monsters to make a name for themselves, and even their own small 'domains' of Lairs, close to one another, and perhaps able to defend one another as well.<br><br><hr><hr><br>"I have called you all here because when you arrived to this dungeon you stood out from monsters of your kind." The voice spoke up in the heart chamber. Within the large pool of water, a heart beat in the depths, the area suffused with mana that flowed there from the lands. "Even as the magic of the Crusaders is kept away by the power flowing into here from this land, the Crusaders will inevitably become aware of the fact that there's a Gate that they cannot control." <br><br>There was a stirring on the surface of the water, and forming from the mist rising from the water a young man with crimson eyes and black hair regarded the monsters seriously. He resembled a human but his presence was different in a strange way, resembling the heart with his presence, the magic gathered there near him. The avatar appeared dressed in a simple black robe, an image of a Warlock for most part.<br><br>"This dungeon has made it impossible for the humans to try and build a fortress atop the gates of this place, above. The minions, my dark shadows explore and expand the dungeons, and have located both the path towards the surface, the so called 'Hero Gate', and towards the depths, the 'Portal' that lets those who wish to leave the option of returning to the vaults." His tone was serious, leaving both his parted lips and echoing in the air of the heart chamber.<br><br>"They will come. They will want answers, and send their damned heroes down here to investigate. You must train and prepare yourselves to defend your own life and that of your companions." His lips rose to a small smirk. "The library is present for those who need to study secrets and dark arts, the training chamber has been finished for those who wish to practice their martial arts, and the workshop has been finished for those who find themselves with inclinations to prepare traps and doors."<br><br>There was a short silence before the figure turned back to regard the heart. "This chamber is kept behind a hidden passage for a reason. If they reach here and destroy this heart, this place is no longer protected from their magic. That could lead to a larger attack through the use of magic to jump in here directly, instead of trying to come the way down that tunnel to the surface, and could lead to a massacre. The only reason they dont send an army down any of those tunnels at once is obvious. All it would take from us would be one well placed boulder trap and they'd have squishy-knight-paste, not soldiers, intruding into this dungeon."<br><br>Casting a look back, the Avatar smirked faintly. "That's all. I wanted you to know how it is. Feel free to return to your lairs, or discuss it among one another. You ought to get to know those who live next to you now, afterall."
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				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 03:19:22</strong>
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				The dark, armored figure stood front and center before the heart. In one hand, he held a huge sword bearing a set of gnashing teeth along the flat and skull motifs along the hilt. Behind the visor of his helmet, his eyes flared with fiery blue light.<br><br>Behind him kneeled four figures in black, hooded robes, their eyes glowing a ghastly yellow under their cowls. They were arranged in a semicircle around their commander, ebon swords drawn with the flat of the blade facing forward, tip against the crown.<br><br>Demvarien studied the Avatar of the Heart, the Dungeon Master. The voice in his head, that of his god, told him clearly what to do. Evil had to be reborn. He knelt, holding his great blade Anarazel before him in a posture exactly matching his knights.<br><br>"So be it," he said in a voice once clear and strong, now rasping and bestial in it's depth, "On behalf of myself, as well as the Knights of the Blackened Sword, I swear fealty to you. We shall safeguard this dungeon, and the forces of darkness shall be reborn."<br><br>Demvarien turned around, facing his knights. "Go," he ordered, pointing with a gauntleted hand, "ensure the tunnels are secure, then split up. Two of you will take up guarding the Hero Gate; the other two shall guard the entrance to this chamber at all costs."<br><br>His servants bowed their heads, rose, and went off to see to their assignments, the heavy armor beneath their robes clanking and scraping.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 04:48:41</strong>
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				After the little speech that had been made by the Dungeon Master, the vampire commander rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her pale but shapely arms from her armored chest.&nbsp; Blood red armor might not hide one well by most standards, but she didn't care since she wasn't one for sneaking around anyway as she brushed a strand of her raven hair out of her face, annoyed by the black knight's puppy dog servitude act he was putting on as she turned her haunting gaze at said avatar to the Heart of the Dungeon, her twin fangs apparent as she hissed out a reply of her own.&nbsp; "I'm only here because there's a chance of that bitch that killed my sister coming down here.&nbsp; I don't care about anything else, simply revenge.&nbsp; So, either get out of my way or I'll do the heroes a favor and ruin your little plans now by destroying this damn place myself, and lo to anyone that gets in my way."&nbsp; Even so, she looked away and nodded to her own guards, all of them undead warriors and the few people she trusted anymore.&nbsp; "Back up our errand boy's goons.&nbsp; The first sign of trouble, do what you can to help out but leave the bulk of the work to them.&nbsp; I won't risk anymore of my own for some petty would be god's schemes."&nbsp; Talking as she was was most likely going to get her killed yet, but she didn't care.&nbsp; Until someone gave her a reason to, she'd be a perpetual bitch.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 05:52:15</strong>
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				Isis stood there&nbsp; in the back, leaning against a wall of the lair. She sized up the others as they barked orders to their minions. She had to admit is was an impressive speech by the dungeon master. They were really all there for a common goal, yet some had their own agenda. <br><br>One that stood out was the bitchy Vampiress. She was in it for herself and some I'll fated revenge plot, those never went well. Her eyes shifted to the others, some quiet, some mumbling about this or that. She didn't have some mini army like others, she didn't need it. No Isis trapped men like moths to a flame, women also if need be. There wasn't one soul of goodness that got past her. Mostly they ended up as piles of ash when she finished with them. <br><br>For now she would bide her time, feel the others out and see who was worthy of making an alliance with. 
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				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 08:03:56</strong>
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				Leith nodded as the Avatar finished speaking. It wasn't until she spoke that it became apparent&nbsp; to those unfamiliar with her why the lovely, fae-looking woman was there. Her voice was absolutely beautiful and incredibly compelling. "I want to sing for them..." she announced. It would take a strong will not to briefly imagine what it would be like to hear her not just speaking, but singing. As she continued, it became clear just how dangerous that might be to anyone uncertain of their ability to resist her. "I want to pull them under the water and watch the life drain from their eyes..." She smiled broadly, her emerald eyes burning with a bright, feral anger. "They never love me long..."<br><br>Mad she might be, but Leith's lake was reckoned a dangerous place by many denizens of the dungeon. 
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				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 13:21:46</strong>
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				Kulimlim had many favored sayings and phrases, but there was one she held especially close to her heart: "Never underestimate the power of perception".&nbsp; To many Kulimlim was nothing but a minor demon, an imp that wandered the underground and that was always an advantage.&nbsp; Staying under the radar was one of the things she did best, which is why this summons had both surprised and intrigued her.&nbsp; <br><br>It took much of her will power to keep herself from visibly shuddering when she first stepped in to the room. Her Sigbin, a goat-dog creature shifted restlessly at her feet. Even the water, which was one of the purest elements on earth, was touched by the shadow. <br>Now, as she stood at the heart of the dungeon, Kulimlim felt a presence like no other. It was both unsettling and exhilarating. <br><br>She looked like nothing more than a human woman, an easy target and delicious morsel.&nbsp; Standing away from everyone in one corner of the room, listening to the avatar, she was dressed in nothing but dirty robes and sandals, and she carried only a large pack.&nbsp; The familiar at her feet, however, was a twisted creature.&nbsp; It walked backwards and its very form flickered in the shadows.&nbsp; It's body, which was the size of a large dog, smelled of rancid bodily fluids. It's whip-like tail flickered excitedly, echoing what it's master felt.&nbsp; <br>Kulimlim's expression was hard and intense, the expression of an experienced warrior, as she listened to all the man before her was saying.&nbsp; Kulimlim had no intention of letting the crusaders in to the underbelly.&nbsp; <br>"Well, count me in." Kulimlim said softly, knowing the dark presence could hear her.&nbsp; She looked to her company and studied them.&nbsp; They were quite the characters, she mused.&nbsp; Some were controlled and composed, another was delirious and there was the haughty vampire.<br><br>As she shifted her weight to face the others, her sandals made no sound as they scraped against the rocks.&nbsp; <br>"You would think that as a vampire you would care more for this pit of hell we call home.&nbsp; It is the only corner of the world the sun does not reach, and it is where we are most powerful." Kulimlim said to Cecilia, her smile insincere.&nbsp; Kulimlim waved her hand and the Sigbin at her side twitched before running in to the darkness to study their new home.<br>"Now, please excuse me, I will be heading to the library." She said, her eyes glittering with excitement.&nbsp; She was no mage, but perhaps there was a map of this tomb, or one with the complete layout of the whole underworld, which would come in handy even after this ordeal.&nbsp; If not, she would settle for some alchemy for some new poisons, or quick tricks to add to her arsenal.&nbsp; Who knew what the library of this dark power owned? Just thinking of the possibilities sent a sharp excitement throughout her body.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 17:33:02</strong>
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				Cecilia Shard was not happy someone just insulted her as she turned her eyes upon the 'imp' in their group.&nbsp; She was no fool since her twin, Anna Shard, had been a powerful mage and some of her dark rituals and spellcastings had rubbed off on the militaristic vampire since she could sense she was not all she appeared to be.&nbsp; Kulimlim wouldn't be getting away that easily as Cecilia moved so quickly that she left an afterimage behind her which faded a few seconds after she had vacated the spot as she then stood before the mananangel.&nbsp; "Pardon me, but unless you want me to tear out your pretty little throat right here and call it a day, you'll be watching what you say from here on, 'little imp.'&nbsp; I'm not fooled by your act."&nbsp; She then leaned in and whispered into the woman's ear, just to add insult to injury.&nbsp; "Since you're a different kind of vampire than me, I think you'd respect one of your own race, mananangel."&nbsp; Having identified her, Cecilia's foul mood seemed to have disappeared almost entirely as she walked away as well.&nbsp; "I'll be in the gym, find me if you dare."&nbsp; With that not even her shadow remained behind as she zipped away, faster than anyone save for perhaps the Avatar and the knight, could hope to keep up with.&nbsp; Gods this whole situation stunk!&nbsp; First her home was destroyed, ransacked, and looted, then just to make matters worse, the two that had done all the damage had not only gotten away, but had also killed her sister along with most of her guards in the castle they had built together.&nbsp; She wouldn't be so angry if she had Anna with her since even in undeath, they had shared a nigh inseparable bond together, as twins often did.<br><br>But no, fate had intervened and had changed everything when that damnable were-tiger and that bitch dark elf/light elf halfbreed that Anna had taken an unholy interest in had breached their home and had destroyed everything they had tried to build.&nbsp; Sure, it was a kingdom of the dead where vampires like herself and Anna could rule the surrounding countryside with a dark iron fist, but it had been their dream that they had shared since learning how to control their new powers when they had been originally turned.&nbsp; Years of planning, building, gone in a single night by two impossibly strong warriors, one a dark elf for gods sake!&nbsp; They were supposed to be the most vile and evil of all the sentient races, yet somehow fate had a cruel sense of irony since this particular dark elf half breed had been raised by one of the few renegades that had ever broken away from their home underground city of Menzoberranzan, and then mated with a light elf!&nbsp; Where was the humor in that?!&nbsp; Cecilia didn't know, but she knew what had sprung from that union since she wanted the woman's head on a platter, needless to say.&nbsp; So for now, she took out her frustrations on a practice dummy, her sword easily making it mincemeat as she danced and weaved around it, her shield arm bashing into the thing repeatedly before the whole thing fell into a hundred different pieces.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 19:01:45</strong>
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				Turning to regard Demvarien at his announcement and swearing of fealty the Avatar seemed to smirk slightly but nod his head. "I do not expect any of you to hand over control entirely, far from it. I respect you for the talent that has put you to the position of leadership in the first place. My job here is to keep this dungeon expanding and strengthened, and I need your help with it, but my loss would be a loss for those in the deeper vaults as well. If the enemy got control of all the ways to the surface, it could spell a disaster to all the monsters, and I doubt that anybody wants that." <br><br>His expression darkened. "There is word that a few smaller, isolated caverns were actually -purged- entirely by those hate-mongers and butchers. It may be just whispers of fear, but without a massive temple and worship for the Dark Gods, its impossible to cast such a spell as to reach that far into the darkness where magic already has to pass through a lot of hardships to reach." <br><br>He took a deep breath at this. "Also, you are not expected to be on 'watch' all the time either. That would only leave people drained. I would prefer if it was made sure everyone has a chance to relax at least sometimes, to be able to stay sharp." He smirked, then regarding the Vampire Commander with a serious expression. "This place will undoubtedly lure do-gooders here, if whoever attacked your sister and you arrives, you are free to put the jail and the torture chamber to good use." There was a cold laughter in the air for a moment after that. "Of course, I am sure you might come up with more personal methods of making them regret getting in your way." <br><br>The Avatar's crimson eyes shifted among the people present without judgement or prejudice. He seemed to have no preference, the swearing of fealty had him smile but he did not show signs of holding a favorite among the people gathered.<br><br>Staring at Isis, he said nothing but cast a new look at those present and at Leith. The suggestion of singing had the avatar let out a laugh. "As long as you do not drown them here in this pool, all is fine and well. I'd hate to have one of them drown only to sink down and stab the heart with a sword they still held as they died." He shook his head. "Not that the heart would be weak enough to really suffer from that little, but its a focus of a lot of magic, so harm to it might disrupt the barrier partially, and such a thing is not never safe."<br><br>Smirking to Leith though, the Avatar looked at her a little longer than was perhaps necessary. Kulimlim's words made his attention swiftly turn to face the woman however, watching her as she spoke and how the Vampire Commander Cecilia responded in turn. He said nothing at that time, instead observing the two silently before narrowing his eyes on the two of them leaving. They were free to leave of course, but he also wondered what would come next.<br><br>"Very well, I'll leave you all to make your decisions. I believe the minions just found some gold, so I'll return to the heart to oversee nobody snatches it along the way. If all goes well, that should help get some good traps here too, since we have to get from the depths what we cant forge ourselves yet." He stepped into the surface of the water, seeming to meld into the water and fade from sight. <br><br><hr><hr><br>In one of the tunnels, a group of five shadowy figures rushed ahead carrying the large sacks on their backs, loaded up with gold nuggets. There was wealth here and there, and the minions followed instructions to dig it out, but they had to occasionally venture far away from the heart on their searches.<br><br>They were rushing back towards the dungeon's fortified area, intending to lay the gold down at the treasury there, but in their passing, they would come close to the hero gate. It definitely gave an uneasy feeling for the heart. <br><br>Materializing from a cloud of mist a ghost-like, transparent hand rose before the minions and wrapped around two of them, before fading to mist along with those two minions and the gold they carried. Reappearing in the treasury, the hand released the pair of minions to pour the gold to a pile of unrefined gold ore, needing to be separated from some of the regular stone and dirt attached to it. Actual pure gold was not that easily found afterall. <br><br>It still left 3 more minions running with the gold though, and the heart had to take effort to manifest that way sometimes. He wanted to conserve some of that strength to try and reinforce the gate area if necessary, in a hurry.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 20:24:30</strong>
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				Isis just rolled her eyes at the vampire with the chip on her shoulder, she was not to be one to anger that was for sure. No Isis turned her focus on the siren, the singer that wanted to drown men, now that was someone to partner with. <br><br>She sauntered over to Leith and smiled, "Seems like you and I have a lot in common. We should talk, I am sure we can strike some kind of bargain if indeed a hero or two comes our way. What do you say, interested?" Isis stood there with her rose in one hand, her whip in the other, wondering of the demon would indeed agree or slam her against the walls and tell her to shove off. One could never tell what another demon might have panned. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 21:39:07</strong>
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				Cecilia had heard the avatar's words well and marked them in her extensive memory.&nbsp; She had already destroyed one practice dummy and was working on a second when tears started to fall from her naturally red eyes, making her lightning fast strikes blurred and hard to see as she stumbled and fell to the ground of the training room, glad no one was present as she let all of her defenses down.&nbsp; She hadn't cried like this since that day a hundred years ago, and all of her rage and anger faded as she futilely tried to reign herself in to no avail.&nbsp; Gods damn that woman!&nbsp; Her whole body shaking, Cecilia ran a her armored hand across her face in an attempt to wipe the evidence off of her face, but it only served to spread the tears further.&nbsp; <em>Anna.....why did you have to fall for that woman?&nbsp; Why couldn't you have left her alone in her sleep?</em>&nbsp; She should have done something to stop her sister from invading the warrior's dreams as she had for a whole month, but Anna had been just as stubborn as Cecilia was, and the effort in trying to make her drop her activities had been met with stiff resistance.&nbsp; And really, the commander of the two had not found it in her black heart to truly stop her anyway, happy in their twisted way that her sister had found someone to chase that was their equal in some ways, and could have been far more if she had been changed to fill their dark desires.&nbsp; But no, things had gone far differently and had resulted in losing nearly everything they had held dear in their dark ways.<br><br>Now Cecilia was alone and she couldn't cope, not on her own.&nbsp; The Dungeon Master was right, this would be the perfect place to draw that woman to.&nbsp; She'd be sure to lock that bitch up before deciding what to do with her.&nbsp; The vampire wanted Giselle to suffer, and didn't think she'd be able to do it herself without killing her too quickly first.&nbsp; She'd hand the woman off to one of the others, and stand by to oversee how it all went down to make herself feel better.&nbsp; Making friends would need to be done first, but for now she just wanted to be alone.
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				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 22:23:30</strong>
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				Leith shook her head solemnly, her eyes fading to a soft blue-green and said, "Oh no," she assured the Avatar earnestly, "I would never do that." Reborn out of the waters of the Dungeon Heart through its power, she considered the Avatar to be the physical manifestation of something tantamount to a god. <br><br>Leith turned to Isis as she spoke, gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment and then replied suspisciously, "Promise to share?" It was hard to say no to that dulcet voice. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 23:38:42</strong>
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				Isis was a demon of her word when it came to others of the evil persuasion. "Of course I'll share, my dear, how I would live to see how you work, sounds just fascinating. By the way, I am Isis, and it is an honor to meet someone of your caliber." Isis was evil, but mindful of others, she never tricked those of her kind unless they crossed her, then they suffered the same fate as those sniveling heroes.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 03:22:11</strong>
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				Leith smiled pleasantly at Isis and replied, "I'm Leith." Once merely an angry ghost, now a creature born of wild magic, she was evil by any normal definition of the word. She delighted in the pain and suffering of the good. They were murdering hypocrites.<br><br>"Do you want to go hunting?" she inquired sweetly.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 03:53:08</strong>
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				Demvarien watched the vampiress' drama unfold, and then the two temptresses form an alliance. He was still, at his heart, a human man. He would have to be careful of those two. But then, he would have to be careful of all of them. Alliances between evil beings rarely outlasted their necessity, and there was a reason for it.<br><br>"I will also go to the library, I think," he announced to no one in particular, taking a few long,driven strides and exiting the room. When he had destroyed the Lich's phylactery with Anarazel, he had absorbed the undead spellcaster's essence, including his raw magical might. But, though Demvarien had spent a lot of time developing it, he still could not wield the power very effectively. If he could learn to draw more deeply on that vast power, to manipulate it more easily, and mastered it, there would be few beings in the entire world that could hope to face him.<br><br>So he entered the library, heading for a shelf of books on spells and magical theory, and picked up the first of the latter to draw his eye.
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				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 09:29:14</strong>
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				A thin strip of ivory seemed to appear in the shadows of the room, followed by an ebony face and then the rest of the Dark Elf's body, black clothing and blackened armour. Rildia Devirr enacted an elaborate leg bow to the avatar, and like the others he had just watched from the shadows, pledged his allegience.<br><br>"Well, I suppose I'll defend you if it means I get to enjoy the odd skirmish with those curious basterds."<br><br>He had no set of destructive lackeys, like the giant armoured warrior, nor was he especially easy on the eyes like the vampires or deamons that were also preasent. What he could do was move quickly and quietly, and stalk prey for days on end without getting bored. When the time came for steel, he was no mean user of the sabre he carried, and paired it with his bowie knife with great success.<br><br>Oh, and he could see in the ultraviolet spectrum where very few creatures that were not deamonic or vampiric in nature could not, and throw a sphere of pure dark. Little things like that. <br><br>Seeing very little point to sticking around the angry bunch, he spun on a heel and made his way down the corridor which led to the gymnasium. He dedicated a couple of hour each day to weapons practice when he could, and this was a chance to have a look at where it seemed he would be spending much of his time.
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				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 09:53:58</strong>
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				As the avatar had told them, each of the creatures in this room tonight were exceptional, so Kulimlim was not at all taken aback when Cecilia saw through her guise.&nbsp; She watched the vampire threaten her, her eyes wide and alert with curiosity rather than caution.&nbsp; There was something sharp in her tone, something other than arrogance in her words.&nbsp; Kulimlim said nothing when the vampire left.&nbsp; There was something irking that woman, and Kulimlim had no interest in provoking her further. <br><br>Kulimlim slipped out of the room on her soundless feet.&nbsp; Not far behind her she heard the clinking of armor.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>In the library she browsed through the books, taking her time.&nbsp; The knight had moved to a different section of the library.&nbsp; It was a section that was her going to be her last stop, for spells were not her forte.&nbsp; Even as she looked through the shelves, she watched him with one eye, thinking something very peculiar about him.&nbsp; He gave off an ancient energy, but, even in the musky old books, Kulimlim picked up the smell of human blood under his armor. <br>Her mouth suddenly felt a little dry, but she ignored it.<br><br>This group the heart had summoned were a strange collection of creatures, indeed.&nbsp; <br><br>Kulimlim found what she was looking for, old records of the underground.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 12:29:09</strong>
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				<strong>Library</strong><br><br>The shelves contained many tomes and scrolls, and as Demvarien started searching there were some tomes aimed towards assisting beings in harnessing what power they controlled, and how to put it to use. Lot of it was destructive and dangerous use, and the pages of the book described practice on how to wield it.<br><br>Demvarien could probably pick up a technique or two with some study and physical practice, depending on what kind of practice he wanted to focus on, but it seemed that this was the sort of things that the library could help with at least.<br><br>Kulimlim in turn found books from spells and magic theory to practice of arms, books on tactics, and secrets, to a few rolled up old maps of the dungeon. There were a variety of books, but when she came across the records she would find there were both records marked down by minions at the heart's orders, and there were records from <em>before</em> the Dungeon Heart awakened. Records clearly brought up from below, from the vaults. <br><br>Whatever information she sought, there was likely to be there, though it seemed one part was not mentioned, weaknesses in the heart. Whatever there might be, the heart made sure to not keep records of them around.<br><br><strong>Training Room</strong><br><br>Cecilia's practice left a few dolls in shattered state, but after she had taken a short pause a dark minion rushed in, a silent shadow of a man pulling the broken practice doll out of place while another two minions ran up to set another, new doll in its place on the gears turning beneath the floor, keeping some of the dolls animate. <br><br>Minor magic, and minor machinery, the place was made to help monsters practice in more ways than one. Animated dolls were too frail to be much help in actual combat though, but good enough for practice, though most of them were inanimate, spinning on gears or standing still until struck.<br><br>If any of the minions saw the blood near her eyes, they didn't seem to understand it, nor make any real note of it. <br><br>((OOC: Feel free to make up things as you go along some, as long as its not outrageous and does not conflict with what has been said prior, it ought to be good. Adding new rooms could be wise to suggest in the ooc side, but then again many rooms in the dungeon have been left for monsters to put to use as they see fit, so I dont see why not, if the monsters can get the gear there.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 17:22:33</strong>
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				Cecilia looked up and was a little surprised to see that the shadows were hard at work in fixing the damaged practice dummies if not outright replacing them.&nbsp; Huh, she wouldn't have guessed they were capable of doing that, watching as a few moved around a bit but nowhere near what she would like to see them move.&nbsp; Her sister....had made her a special training ground where the 'dummies' would mimic real fighter abilities with perfection, giving her challenge after challenge, helping to hone her already deadly skills with sword and shield.&nbsp; If only she was here now....&nbsp; If wishes were gold coins she'd be drowning in them too, gods damn it all.&nbsp; Growling as she wiped her eyes one last time, the vampire commander stood and left the training room, having no wish to remain here any longer.&nbsp; She needed to hunt, but doubted that the Dungeon Heart or its Avatar had any captured humans or elves or anything of the sort she could sink her teeth into.&nbsp; She wasn't about to ask either since that would be a sign of weakness in her opinion, asking for help.&nbsp; No, she'd look around, see what she found first, hoping for a pool filled with blood to swim in naked as she had in her old castle, but barring that a regular swimming pool or even a hot spring would do nicely to relieve some of her tension and rage, though not for long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 18:39:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5267874#msg5267874">Quote from: Syene on 28-09-2011, 03:22:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Leith smiled pleasantly at Isis and replied, "I'm Leith." Once merely an angry ghost, now a creature born of wild magic, she was evil by any normal definition of the word. She delighted in the pain and suffering of the good. They were murdering hypocrites.<br><br>"Do you want to go hunting?" she inquired sweetly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Isis smiled at the siren's suggestion, "I thought you would never ask, I am starving!" She took Leith's hand and led her to the tunnels in search of some fool hardy heroes, that would fall to the beautiful pair. The game was a foot, and Isis was happy to have found a true partner in crime. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 20:35:01</strong>
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				Leith smiled at Isis and squeezed her hand, happy enough to let the other woman lead the way. She didn't stray from her lake often, though she was not tied to it as a lesser creature might be. <br><br>She started to hum an energizing tune as they moved into the tunnels, lifting the spirits and energizing the body of anyone listening who wasn't actively resisting it. <br><br>She was in a splendid mood, knowing that between her and Isis, it would take a strong hero indeed to resist their powers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medical Miracle</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 21:57:48</strong>
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				Vespa awoke from her boredom induced nap; as she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids she began to recognize that her father had relocated her. She was about to rise as she heard a voice, she listened to it proclaimed to have brought her here. Was this entity her father? Its goals seemed almost vague enough for it to be true. Though if this being was not her father, it wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest; if she was anything like him he wouldn’t stop another with such power from relocating her. <br><br>She watched as the other beings in the chamber listened to the voice, only dully aware of it herself. Some had chosen to leave quickly after the voice had desisted, other socialized. How mundane. She silently picked herself up and left the room without a sound, she did not take note if any of her fellow patrons had noticed.&nbsp; <br><br>As she began exploring the complex she heard the disgruntled sounds of what sounded to be combat. “Already?” She thought to herself.&nbsp; She opted to locate the source. As she entered what appeared to be a training room she came across the cause of the noise. A haunting woman was tearing a number of training dolls asunder. She did not seem to take note as Vespa entered the room and quietly moved behind a doll located behind her. As she observed she concluded that this woman was far too emotional in her training, dolls did not warrant this kind of passion. Perplexing. Soon after, the woman had started shedding tears; Vespa supposed she was worth watching until the conclusion of her practice, if for nothing else than the novelty of the experience. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 22:14:28</strong>
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				It was only as she started to leave the room did she notice someone had somehow sneaked into the room without her notice.&nbsp; Turning sharply on her heel, Cecilia calmed and saw it was just the apathetic looking demon fae she had seen in the main heart chamber.&nbsp; She wasn't about to let her guard down however, especially since she wasn't sure how long had she been in the room.&nbsp; If she had been around long enough to see her crumble and fall to her knees as she wept, and not for the first time, for her dead twin, then she would be having some serious words with this shell of a woman.&nbsp; Otherwise, she'd move on to continue her own explorations of the cave complex.&nbsp; "How long have you been there and who are you, demon fae?"&nbsp; The vampire commander asked, her blood red eyes burning passionately as she stared down the woman before her.&nbsp; If she didn't answer soon, even Vespa wouldn't be apathetic for long if she dragged her to one of the torture rooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 23:40:46</strong>
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				Without a word, only the sound of his boots heralding his arrival, a demonic-looking figure strode into the library. He was garbed in red leather with elaborate green flames decorating it. His form was human, mostly, with short horns sticking out of his brown hair, and wings extending from his backs. There were two other individuals here, one who was clearly whatever he was; a dark night garbed in truly wicked looking armour, but with a far darker power about him. The other was a bit of a mystery, however, in that she appeared to be a simple little imp creature; the dark power swirling around her clearly disagreed with the image of frailty before him.<br><br>He shrugged; neither was something he needed to fear nor, at this time, even concern himself with. Without a word, he went to the bookshelf, standing next to the armoured man, and began to peruse the library materials with his scaly, clawed hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 02:55:13</strong>
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				The blackguard had already learned to control several aspects of the Lich's power. He could channel several types of dark energy through Anarazel, and empower it to devour souls (though that was as much an inherent ability of the sword's as it was an application of the magic). He had a rudimentary grasping on how to drain life force, finding it much easier when he had a grip upon the drain-ee. And those soul-searing blue flames had all but become his trademark.<br><br>But he had yet to master two facets of Tanathal's power; his power over death and the undead, and his ability to conjure creatures from the dark realm. It was the latter ability he decided to devote himself to next. From what he understood from the text he was reading and his intrinsic grasp of what the magic within him was capable of, he gleaned that doing such a thing came in multiple steps. First, he had to tear open a rift to the void darkness. Then, he had to simultaneously keep out the creatures he did not want while ripping forth the creature he did want.<br><br>But the void contained some powerful monsters. If he did this wrong, they could all be in serious trouble. The blackguard closed the book, then stepped into a cleared area of the library for spellcasting practice.<br><br>A blue ball of fire formed in his hand, then stretched out into the shape of a massive blade. As the flames burned away, they left behind the physical form of Anarazel. With a bit of concentration, the corrupted knight sent shadow energy sparking through the blade as black lightning. He raised it over his head, and drew a deep breath. Anarazel cut through the air, and a rent of inky black was left in its wake. Maddening whispers in a tongue no one could understand came from the rift as glowing eyes of all colors peeked out along its surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 04:01:33</strong>
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				"I wouldn't recommend that."<br><br>He didn't even look up from the book he was currently perusing, standing behind the armoured figure as he casually tore open a rift to the dark realm. "You're not setting up sufficient bindings, calling them like that. If whatever comes through is too strong for you to control, it will likely try and kill you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 04:11:25</strong>
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				The blackguard thrust one of his arms forward, struggling to hold back the overwhelming presence of the monsters of the void. "Tanathal... was able to bind the King of the Void to his will..." he rasped through gritted teeth, "with but a <em>fraction</em> of unmastered power, I should be able to manage... a Voidspawn." Then he fell silent. Voidspawn were the least of the creatures in the dark between worlds, as horrible as any of the others to look upon but small and weak. He beckoned for one, while struggling to hold the portal closed to anything else.<br><br>But his grip would not hold, and soon something much larger, though <em>probably</em> not too large for the blackguard to kill, started forcing its way through the rift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 07:19:14</strong>
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				The book slammed shut. A harsh, unspeakable language began to flow smoothly from his tongue as his hands wove ink-black fire through the air. As he wove, the fire moved from his hands to encircle the rift that the blackguard had so unwittingly torn open, holding it and locking it. Slowly, the portal shrank, forced closed by his will, until it was the perfect size and shape; a perfect circle two-thirds the height of the dark knight that had opened it.<br><br>"There," he said, his voice only showing the faintest signs of effort. "Call whatever it is you want now. It should be well within the limits of your abilities." Shaking his head, he turned back to his book to try and find his page.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 07:39:00</strong>
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				The books for magic arm wielding would come in handy.&nbsp; Kulimlim set them aside for later.&nbsp; Enchanted blades and magic swords were so much nastier than poison.&nbsp; <br><br>Kulimlim went through the records, searching for names of artifacts or wizards to help her in her quest to empower herself further.&nbsp; When she stumbled upon the records before the heart's appearance, Kulimlim was cautiously excited, wondering if she could pick something useful up, such as the birthing ritual of the heart itself.&nbsp; Understanding her current host would help her understand what position to take up in this quest to protecting the underground.<br><br>When light changed in the room, Kulimlim looked up to see the knights flashing high level spells in front of each other casually.&nbsp; She let out a snort of amusement, not knowing it might come across as rude or disrespectful to the two powerful knights.&nbsp; "I do not doubt you boys know what you are doing, but you really sound be careful.&nbsp; I don't think our host would take kindly to his library being ripped to shreds." Kulimlim said, still smirking as she eyed the dark portal.<br><br><hr>In the tunnels, exploring the darkness, a little shadow vampire lurked, mapping out the dungeon layout for its master.&nbsp; Kulimlim's familiar, a sigbin, had been given orders to find any secret passages and rooms for future use.&nbsp; The sigbin was not a powerful creature, and could not break strong sealing spells, it would not be able to enter, but it was a clever little devil and could sense these things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medical Miracle</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 10:00:33</strong>
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				"How long have you been there?” and “Who are you?” Two of her least favourite questions, partly due to the frequency that she had heard them over the years. Her curiosity often led to situations such as this. Well, the latter was always a simple one, best to get it out of the way first.&nbsp; <br><br>“Vespa.” She spoke softly and gazed past the woman, unflinching. <br><br>“Now for the troublesome part”, she though. The key was to answer in a way that wouldn’t prompt further questioning. After a brief pause she turned to face the woman.<br><br>“Long enough.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 12:00:11</strong>
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				The blackguard grumbled, and beckoned with his will. Eventually, that very real grip seized the creature he wanted, a Voidspawn. He dragged it, kicking and screaming, through the rift, and dispelled the portal. The creature was three feet tall, standing on four sharp, spidery legs. Red, beady eyes poked out beneath its brow, covered in mottled, blue-green scales. But the beast's most outstanding feature was it's grossly disproportionate mouth, filled with sharp fangs.<br><br>A single swipe of Anarazel, and the beast dissipated into black mist.<br><br>Demvarien panted from the mental effort, turning to Kumlimlim. He grinned sheepishly beneath his helmet. "You have a point, demon," the fallen paladin said in that raspy growl of a voice. He examined the slip of girl presented to him curiously, not sure of her true nature. Perhaps her story was akin to his. But he would know them all in time. Then he turned to Kestriel. "Who are you, and how did you do that so easily?" he asked calmly, without any spite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 12:52:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Sephariel Fluorspar</strong></div><br>Sephariel was hidden away in the library as the Avatar gave his speech. She didn't need to be present anyway. After all, she'd been down here for far longer than most of those assembled and besides, she could always hear the voice of the Heart inside her mind so long as it wanted her to listen. She slowly turned the dusty pages of a blackened grimoire she'd found tucked away between a pair of larger books in the corner. A master of almost all forms of light magic, she wished to expand her knowledge in the forbidden lore of dark magic as she was destined to become an Apostle of Balance and Duality. Light. Darkness. Both were two sides of the same coin, perpetually defined and redefined by one another and sometimes, such as in her case, overlapping. <br><br>The speech ended and silence once again filled her mind, although a second later she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over the Heart. Although she was tempted to rush to the pool at once she knew the Heart would be displeased about making it seem weak in such a public place so she continued to flick through the pages of the grimoire. Something about it had attracted her. On the outside it was dark and grimey, weathered with thousands of years of age and partially burnt from what was likely an attempt to purge its knowledge from the world. However on the inside the writing was beautiful and ornate, with skillfully drawn images drawn by a master artist. In many ways it reminded her of why she was here and those she now surrounded herself with. Monsters many called them, although that word always made her growl with annoyance. The true monsters were the so-called heroes that lay in wait above. Murderers, pillagers and tyrants who were so convinced of the righteousness of their cause that they were pursuing entire families into the catacombs beneath the very earth itself in order to slaughter everything they could find. As she slowly turned the page her vibrant blue eyes flickered to a long, jabbed scar running the length of her dainty wrist. She'd come to learn that even "heroes" burned at the touch of her sacred blood. <br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted as she sensed a number of beings slowly entering the library. She could sense three creatures, their presence burning brightly in her mind, as part of a power once designed to warn her of the presence of "monsters" who were dangerous. One of them felt like it might have once been human a long time ago, although its soul was warped and twisted; truly demonic in nature. Another felt like a type of lesser vampire, causing her eyes to drift up. Although her heart was calm and still it could probably still smell her, although she imagined she'd smell vile to it; her blood had the potential to burn the creature from the inside out if it attempted to bite her. The last one was clearly human although some lingering essense of another creature hung in the air around him like a fog. Casting her eyes up she realised that she knew this one. Yet another so-called hero from the Great Crusade. "Good," she thought. "It seems I'm not the only one who realised that the hypocrites above no longer serve a divine purpose." After all, it was divine will that led her down here and sometimes one must step inside the darkness in order to save the light. Satisfied that she was aware of everyone in the room she once again bowed her head, content to continue reading without making introductions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 16:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5270932#msg5270932">Quote from: Syene on 28-09-2011, 20:35:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Leith smiled at Isis and squeezed her hand, happy enough to let the other woman lead the way. She didn't stray from her lake often, though she was not tied to it as a lesser creature might be. <br><br>She started to hum an energizing tune as they moved into the tunnels, lifting the spirits and energizing the body of anyone listening who wasn't actively resisting it. <br><br>She was in a splendid mood, knowing that between her and Isis, it would take a strong hero indeed to resist their powers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Isis lead the way higher and higher, Leith had such a beautiful voice, and this was indeed going to be the perfect partnership. <br><br>"Now, I see you as the one to lure them in, your voice is so irresistible. I will then ensnare them, bring them to the height of pleasure to feed off of them. Some I might end up killing, and I apologize in advance for that. But the majority, I will hand back to you, and allow you the sheer pleasure of the kill. Does that sound ok with you? And I am sure some of them we can toy with together, torture them until they can no longer take it, then rip their souls out." Isis laughed in excitement. This was going to be so much fun seeing those damned heroes fall to the pair of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krayz</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 18:18:34</strong>
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				Setting down his book again, he turned to face the black knight. "I am not a demon," he said, "or at least, not quite. My name is Kestriel the Heartless, and the conjuring of demonic powers is my specialty." He looked the man before him up and down appraisingly. "You have the power," he noted simply, "but not the mastery. Any man can pick up a sword, but no matter how strong he is, the better swordsman will win." He shrugged. "A recommendation, for any further practice. Calling is a far safer means of summoning than opening a door for them; if you open the door, preparations are almost always critical. But if you call them out, then only those you call can come forth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 18:42:24</strong>
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				"I believe," Kulimlim paused to take in a deep breath, "that he was talking to me."&nbsp; She said to Kestriel, her gaze strong and unafraid.&nbsp; He too had the strong scent of of human blood running under his flesh.&nbsp; The dryness in her mouth was still there, but her caution outweighed her instinctive urge to feed.&nbsp; Besides, when it came to preference, the taste of impending tragedy and sorrow that came from an expectant mother was so much more delicious than the old blood of an experienced warrior.<br><br>Kulimlim may have intended to say more, but she fell silent, alerted by a new set of footsteps.&nbsp; She turned suddenly, feeling a holy power approaching the library.&nbsp; It had been with them earlier, and she had chosen to ignore it.&nbsp; The message of the avatar had been too important.&nbsp; Now, Kulimlim eyed the young girl suspiciously, and she made no effort to hide the contempt in her eyes, which had become more beast-like. <br>Keeping her eyes locked on the girl, Kulimlim instinctively licked her lips.&nbsp; She looked delicious. <br>"What are you doing here little girl?" She asked, her silent feet starting to circle the girl.&nbsp; The question might have sounded strange, for when the mananagal was untransformed, she did not seem that much older than the human.&nbsp; Kulimlim had no real intention on attacking the young one, but she felt compelled to study her and treat her like a threat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 18:43:52</strong>
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				Cecilia noted the name in her memory, none to happy about her being around in her moment of weakness.&nbsp; There was nothing for it now however as the vampire turned away but stopped in mid step, a smile coming unbidden to her perfectly full lips as she turned back to the demon fae.&nbsp; She might be apathetic, but the undead woman could use her to her own advantages and pleasures easily enough most likely.&nbsp; Besides, it might put her in a better mood to have someone like her around, sneaking about and listening in on conversations so as to better gauge her 'allies' in this dark hole.&nbsp; "Alright Vespa, maybe I won't kill you today after all.&nbsp; However, if you don't make yourself useful, you won't last long among the rest of us, of that I am certain of.&nbsp; Besides sneaking about like a common thief, what else can you do?"&nbsp; She asked, folding her hands neatly behind her back, waiting an answer she hoped would be quick in its coming since Cecilia had little patience for those that wasted her precious time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 19:07:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Sephariel Fluorspar</strong></div><br>Sephariel could sense a sudden flaring of hunger in her mind and in that instant she knew that she had finally been noticed. Not bothering to lift her gaze from her book she simply replied "Reading," her tone conveying pure disinterest. Finally she finished her page and set the grimoire down, looking up to look upon the young girl with her beautiful, sky blue eyes. Slowly her lips curled up into a sweet, compassionate smile although her eyes began to soften, a sudden flash of pain appearing within them. The curious creature looked so young, so pure and so innocent. She had seen many children put to the sword after being mistaken for her kind. "Are you hungry?" she asked, her voice conveying concern not for herself but for the circling girl. "I would hate to see a mananangal go hungry just because so many stronger vampires were around." She wondered if the girl would be surprised she knew what she was. Her ability to sense 'monsters' always took those who assumed human form by surprise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 19:35:30</strong>
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				Kairon had hung back and listened to the avatar's speech with seeming indifference as he looked around at all the rest of the denizens of the deep. His eyes glowing red as he viewed them in darkvision; the only real way to see in the lightless realm in which they resided.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was alright for him; he was used to it and would quietly shake his head at all of them before starting for the exit to confer with his own allies as he returned toward his lair; actaully a teleportation "pad" that would lead him and anyone he was with directly into an extradimensional space he'd commandeered from his previous employer.&nbsp; It was linked to the location itself and was static, but he didn't keep alot of time here, it was more for furthering his own agendas and plotting against the others in&nbsp; a place they couldn't see or hear.&nbsp; But after a quick check over the place; he plane shifted back to the original location he'd left and headed for the library to dig up some ancient lore again. He didn't know who he'd run into there though. The devil lord-to-be (in his mind) paid little attention to those with a power aura less than h is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 21:11:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5275273#msg5275273">Quote from: lovelygirl on 29-09-2011, 16:49:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Isis lead the way higher and higher, Leith had such a beautiful voice, and this was indeed going to be the perfect partnership. <br><br>"Now, I see you as the one to lure them in, your voice is so irresistible. I will then ensnare them, bring them to the height of pleasure to feed off of them. Some I might end up killing, and I apologize in advance for that. But the majority, I will hand back to you, and allow you the sheer pleasure of the kill. Does that sound ok with you? And I am sure some of them we can toy with together, torture them until they can no longer take it, then rip their souls out." Isis laughed in excitement. This was going to be so much fun seeing those damned heroes fall to the pair of them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Leith nodded, smiling happily. "That's fair." Having an occasional problem with accidentally killing her victims earlier than intended herself, she wasn't going to get fussy if Isis occasionally did the same. "I would like very much to torture them with you until they beg us for the release of death."<br><br>This was shaping up to be a splendid partnership -- they were stronger together and could both get what they wanted from a shared victim. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 23:00:02</strong>
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				(PS3 = short posts.)<br><br>The two demons wouldn't have long to wait as several low level men and women were already on their way down.&nbsp; They all couldn't be older than 25 years old, save for the moon elf sorceress that led them.&nbsp; The group consisted of three men who ranged from simple warrior, thief, and monk, the four women acting mostly as clerics and other support save for the elven woman.&nbsp; She was the strongest in the group but not by much.&nbsp; Still, they could fight with some skill if pressed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medical Miracle</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 00:50:06</strong>
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				"Useful?" She paused. "To what ends..." She trailed off.<br><br>Best she answer this one in a timely fashion, she didn’t seem the type for games.<br><br>“I can... watch people, and I can get things people need.”<br><br>She reached behind her back to grab something, though it didn’t appear that she had anywhere to store personal effects. She leisurely brought her hand about; in between her fingers laid an elegantly adorned crimson handkerchief.<br><br>“Here, take this, I think you need it. You can use it to erase sweat, tears or blood. I wonder which one you’ll use it for though.” <br><br>Observation of Vespa would reveal the slightest shadows of a smile, although it more closely resembled a smirk of eager intrigue than anything. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 02:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5275536#msg5275536">Quote from: Krayz on 29-09-2011, 18:18:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Setting down his book again, he turned to face the black knight. "I am not a demon," he said, "or at least, not quite. My name is Kestriel the Heartless, and the conjuring of demonic powers is my specialty." He looked the man before him up and down appraisingly. "You have the power," he noted simply, "but not the mastery. Any man can pick up a sword, but no matter how strong he is, the better swordsman will win." He shrugged. "A recommendation, for any further practice. Calling is a far safer means of summoning than opening a door for them; if you open the door, preparations are almost always critical. But if you call them out, then only those you call can come forth."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Demvarien nodded. "How would I..."<br><br>Then silence from the blackguard. He turned his head. "My knights have engaged. We're under attack," he said coolly. <em>Souls...</em> the hissing, guttural voice of Anarazel said to his mind. <em>Defend your new home</em>, the much purer voice of his deity demanded. Demvarien bowed his head to the empty air, his hand clutching tighter around his sword's hilt. Then, in a blur, he was gone.<br><br><hr><br>The two Dark Knights tore into the heroes' ranks from both sides, supported by Cecilia's undead. They cleaved the weaker, do-gooders in two with the powerful blows of their swords. What quickly would've been wholesale slaughter, however, was held off as the sorceress lifted her arms above her head and the clerics began to chant. Bolts of stunning, jarring lightning struck the knights, throwing them backwards, while the undead ran in fear as the clerics channeled positive energy to turn them. As they passed out of the entry chamber, the sorceress cast another spell, erecting a thick wall of ice to close it off.<br><br>And so, they sealed their escape and their fate as they made the only choice available to them: descending deeper into the labyrinth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 02:58:14</strong>
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				Cecilia was surprised that she'd be so willing to offer up her talents, but the vampire commander nodded once before saying more, having plans already in motion.&nbsp; "You're perfect for what I require then.&nbsp; Go on and learn what you can from the others.&nbsp; Vespa, should you betray me however to one of the others, I will personally drain you dry."&nbsp; The threat was not one to be taken lightly, and as she took the handkerchief, the pale skinned woman about dropped it as she felt a disturbance from her undead warriors.&nbsp; "No, already they are here!&nbsp; MOVE IT!"&nbsp; She shouted, pushing Vespa to the side as she ran to join the fray, pushing herself hard to reach the invaders.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Her undead warriors could feel their mistress's swift approach, but they had already been pushed back.&nbsp; However, they weren't without their tricks.&nbsp; They hadn't survived this long to be pushed back by simple do-gooders, and they proved their merit when two of their ranks pulled out heavy crossbows, already prepared to fire into the ranks of the invading party with poisoned darts covered in a sleeping potion.&nbsp; They'd capture who they could and sort out the rest later for their Mistress.&nbsp; Firing twice before rapidly reloading, one of the clerics and their support mage went down, asleep long before they hit the ground.&nbsp; However, the remaining cleric was still emitting holy magic and until she was taken down, they couldn't hope to get near.&nbsp; That was saying nothing of the rest of the party that still stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 04:41:52</strong>
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				Kulimlim stopped suddenly as her eyes flashed with the surprise that Sephariel was looking for.<br>"Stronger vampires?" The mananagal echoed, her voice dead pan.&nbsp; It took her a moment to realize what this girl was talking about.&nbsp; She had reached her limit of self control, and threw her head back laughing. "Oh, poor dear.&nbsp; You may be a talented," Kulimlim pauses to study the human further, "shamaness, priestess, or whatever you are, but you need to brush up on your demon lore." Kulimlim did not mean to sound arrogant, but being indestructible gave one little reason for tact. "Sometimes, these so called 'lesser demons' from unfamiliar corners of the globe are much nastier than you think."<br><br>Demvarien's sudden reaction did not escape her.&nbsp; Nor did the call of her familiar, who was already stalking the intruders from the shadows. <br>"I must take my leave, young lady.&nbsp; Take my advice," Kulimlim said, no longer toying with the girl. Her eyes showed the wisdom of an ancient and experienced fighter.&nbsp; "If you want to survive the war, you must always treat each opponent as if they were stronger than you.&nbsp; Underestimating one's enemy is a deadlier mistake than losing your weapon on the battle field."<br>And then she raced into the shadows, flowing in to them like a cold and silent breeze.<br><br><hr><br>In the tunnels where the parties met, Kulimlim's familiar hid in the shadows.&nbsp; Kulimlim did not have an army, like the knight and the vampire, so her advantage was that of surprise.&nbsp; She needed to find the perfect time to strike.&nbsp; Her sigbin, a loyal watch dog, was sending her telepathic messages so she would be prepared the moment she got to the battle.<br><br>The cleric with the holy energy could not be touched by the demons that could be destroyed.&nbsp; Kulimlim, on the other hand, was in her human form, and while she was weaker, she was also unaffected by many holy spells.&nbsp; As she swiftly made her way to the tunnel she pulled out the dagger from under her robes.&nbsp; Its tip was infused with her sigbin's rancid and poisonous saliva, it was lethal to creatures like humans, halflings and creatures of the like.&nbsp; To others it caused paralysis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 05:31:18</strong>
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				Sephariel smiled softly, her eyes filled with pain and sorrow. "Thank you for the advice," she said quietly as the Mananangal ran off to some far distant battle. "And good luck," she whispered although she doubted the girl heard. Her soft pink lips parted into a weary sigh as she recalled the Mananangal's advice. The truth is she didn't particularly care about whether or not she survived this war. She was down here because it had been preordained and she would die here if it were so willed. "All that happens," she whispered softly, "happens to ensure that the divine balance is maintained."<br><br>Rising to her feet slowly she stepped outside the library. It wasn't very often that she ventured outside but she was curious about what was happening further out in the catacombs. "So they've come here already," she said sadly to no one in particular. Her steps were soft and light across the cave floor as she strode to the edge of the mana pool, housing the Heart. She could sense it had tired itself, moving something from further out, although it had been careful not to use up all its strength. The Heart would need more strength if she was going to see what was happened. Reaching for the silver ritual dagger at her side, she slowly pulled it from its sheath and held it to her finger. The Heart had warned her not to shed any of her blood, both for her own safety and the safety of those who dwelled down here. However most of them seemed distracted by the impending battle and she doubted a single drop would fill their nostrils with such a scent as to drive them mad with bloodlust. Giving her finger a tiny prick to draw a single bead of bright red blood, she stretched out her hand to hold it over the pool, waiting a second for it to drop off and sink slowly into the water.<br><br>She could see the droplet spreading throughout the pool, transforming from a tiny droplet into a faint wisp as it was spread throughout the pool. Slowly it started to sink down towards the Heart as though drawn by some invisible force, wrapping around the thing like a blanket before sinking into its flesh. She had been down here in the catacombs long before any of the others who dwelled here and had done the same thing then, although that time she had been trying to kill the creature. Her blood burned the wicked and cured the righteous and she had nearly emptied her wrist in an attempt to stop the thing from waking. However when she found that her blood caused no pain to the creature she realised that she had been drawn to this place for another reason; to help the heart restore balance. She could sense its power stirring, only faintly, beneath the surface. Reaching out her hand to the surface of the mana pool and opening her mind to the upcoming battle she whispered "Heart, please grant me sight where I have none."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medical Miracle</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 06:10:03</strong>
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				Vespa stood silently, hand outreached and her jaw left ever so slack as though she was just about to protest. In a brief moment the woman was gone, shouting like a fanatic as she departed. Vespa was once again left in silence. This encounter was nothing but a minor pause in her exploration; she set her mind back to wandering the catacombs. As for the orders she had been given, well, she didn’t exactly feel stirred to action. She knew in time she would encounter many others. Some people would share intimate details, others would not, it had always been this way. If she was pressed hard enough she just might share a thing or too herself...<br><br>In the background she could hear the sounds of turmoil. She found the thought of being present an undesirable notion; instead she had decided to move to the library. Hopefully she would fine a quiet environment devoid of other persons for a time.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 16:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5276228#msg5276228">Quote from: Syene on 29-09-2011, 21:11:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Leith nodded, smiling happily. "That's fair." Having an occasional problem with accidentally killing her victims earlier than intended herself, she wasn't going to get fussy if Isis occasionally did the same. "I would like very much to torture them with you until they beg us for the release of death."<br><br>This was shaping up to be a splendid partnership -- they were stronger together and could both get what they wanted from a shared victim.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5276620#msg5276620">Quote from: Vergil1989 on 29-09-2011, 23:00:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(PS3 = short posts.)<br><br>The two demons wouldn't have long to wait as several low level men and women were already on their way down.&nbsp; They all couldn't be older than 25 years old, save for the moon elf sorceress that led them.&nbsp; The group consisted of three men who ranged from simple warrior, thief, and monk, the four women acting mostly as clerics and other support save for the elven woman.&nbsp; She was the strongest in the group but not by much.&nbsp; Still, they could fight with some skill if pressed...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Isis could hear the thumping of feet as they came closer to the pair. She pulled Leith against the wall, and felt the vibrations. "there are at least two dozen, maybe more. Can you handle that many with your song?"&nbsp; Isis knew her rose could entice at least half a dozen, place them under her spell, but she would definitely need the dear siren to enthrall the rest. She got a huge smile on her face, excited for her first kill in a long time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 17:14:03</strong>
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				The cleric would make the fatal mistake of running ahead of the others, trying to find safety in the darkness and away from the creatures that were swarming their quickly shrinking group.&nbsp; There was only one of their men left as well as herself and the moon elf sorceress, not counting the second group that was coming behind them as well as three very strong heroes coming behind them.&nbsp; The second group however would not get anywhere near the first since they would be stopped by Isis and Leith despite having a dozen strong in their party.&nbsp; Giselle, Edgar, and Luminita would first need to get past the wall of ice while the second group found another passage that led right into the two demons' arms rather than the small force that had gathered to stop the first group.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Meanwhile, Giselle followed right beside Edgar and Luminita, although her night sensitive eyes could easily see farther than most people's that could in the light.&nbsp; It wasn't long before they found the wall of ice blocking their way.&nbsp; This was going to be a problem.&nbsp; "I don't see any other passages leading around this thing.&nbsp; I might be able to melt it down, but it'll take some time, unless someone else has an idea?"&nbsp; She asked, looking to her two companions.&nbsp; She had the means, but magic wasn't her first ability that she was best at, using her father's swords were however.&nbsp; Still, that didn't mean she couldn't do it, just a pure mage would have already dealt with the magically created barrier already while she would take a little bit to do so.&nbsp; Unless Edgar or Luminita did so first, Giselle prepared to cast a Cone of Flame upon the ice.&nbsp; If she got the spell off, she'd extend her hands forward, her wrists touching together, before a flame erupted between her hands, melting the ice wall in a few seconds.&nbsp; With the first obstacle out of the way, the ranger pulled Twinkle from its sheath, and immediately saw the tell tale light that said there was danger near.&nbsp; "Enemies up ahead.&nbsp; Be on your guard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 18:44:28</strong>
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				Kairon had heard the sounds of battle echoing through the corridors of the dungeon and had gone to get in his fair chance.&nbsp; Ala using a dimension door spell to get straight there to cut the heroes off "at the pass" so to speak. He knew these dungeons as well as&nbsp; any of the other monsters due to taking time to explore them.&nbsp; So it seemed like they had 2 tanks and a glass cannon... peachy.&nbsp; Buffing himself up momentarily with a profane-weapon spell and Cat's Grace, he would ready himsel ffor combat, upon seeing teh gout of flame, he backed off and lit a wand of light and bobbed it around as if another adventurer was lost in the dark.&nbsp; "Can someone help me?" He called out, attempting to fake a cry of a lost person that echoed off the caveronous walls of the chamber he was in.&nbsp; One thet let him fly up and attack from a range with his flaming bow if necessary.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Please... I lost my party and the map..." he echoed out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 20:17:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5279781#msg5279781">Quote from: lovelygirl on 30-09-2011, 16:01:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Isis could hear the thumping of feet as they came closer to the pair. She pulled Leith against the wall, and felt the vibrations. "there are at least two dozen, maybe more. Can you handle that many with your song?"&nbsp; Isis knew her rose could entice at least half a dozen, place them under her spell, but she would definitely need the dear siren to enthrall the rest. She got a huge smile on her face, excited for her first kill in a long time.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh yes..." Leith breathed out. "I can affect anyone who can hear my voice with reasonable clarity. Only the strongest willed can resist." Apologetically, she added, "You'll probably find it distracting..."<br><br>With that, she started to sing. Her voice was beautiful, haunting, seductive -- like the voice of a fallen angel. Anyone hearing it was drawn toward her. Only the strongest willed were able to resist walking toward her in an entranced haze that would likely make them easy pickings for the succubus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 01:42:11</strong>
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				The running priest almost stumbled into the three shadows rushing in the darkness, carrying their load of gold, but she paused at hearing the cries in the air, the voice distracting him. Looking around, the priest turned towards the sound from Kairon. "Keep talking, I'll find you!" She shouted and tried to move closer, and follow the voice. As scared as she was, she had seen how their party had scattered, and now she needed someone at her side. Panicked, her heart was beating rapidly, demanding that she sought shelter among others, wanting her to be alive after this all.<br><br>The Sorceress was crafting a new spell, when the heart beat stronger in the depths, the blood strengthening it in the pool. Sephariel's eyes could suddenly see through the hazy mists at the water's edge, and she could see the tunnels as if lit by torches, and the arrival of the heroes. Further off, she could see three of the minion-shadows waiting in a hallway, not daring to advance for a cleric was standing near, but heading towards Kairon it seemed.<br><br>Further off, a barricade was blocking the path for stronger heroes that seemed about to set their way in, but in the meanwhile a sorceress was using some sort of magic to try and keep the number of monsters at bay, none of them the prime specimen, true monsters that the heart had gathered. These were the followers. Yet many true monsters approached, like blood in the water, calling for the sharks.<br><br>The Sorceress' spell, whatever its purpose was, was shattered however, as the Heart beat stronger. Whatever spell the sorceress was weaving seemed intended to burn the metal knights and the skeletons, as they approached, breaking free from the barrier erected before them.<br><br>They were pushing the Sorceress and the lone, surviving man towards another tunnel's entrance.<br><br>And in that tunnel others were approaching. Monsters getting closer to their prey.<br><br>More heroes were on their way at the hero gate.<br><br><em>"This is why I value having the monsters stand up for themselves. In this dungeon, they have the home field advantage, they hunt with their skill, they scatter their enemies and drive them insane and broken, destroy those who would hunt and burn even those who only sought to remain with their own kind. These 'heroes'... as you gaze into the abyss, beware for the abyss gazes into you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 04:37:07</strong>
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				Luminita and her holy companions kept up easily with Giselle and Edgar. She seemed competent enough with the simple weapon she carried and presumably possessed fairly substantial abilities as a Apostle of the Church -- her companions seemed competent, if not up to the standards of the greatest heroes. <br><br>She was content enough to let Giselle deal with the wall. She could have had her followers do something about it, but this was easier and would preserve their strength. <br><br>[Luminita's companions should be pretty much cannon fodder.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 07:52:20</strong>
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				Demvarien was furious, but he tempered his anger. While they had managed to temporarily dispatch his knights, the fools that had made up the first party were no threat. The others would handle them soon enough. Instead, he refocused himself. His knights were actually concerned with what they saw now. A real threat -- <em>actual heroes</em> -- had entered their home. He raced through the corridors, his armor somehow silent as he took up a place of wait.<br><br><hr><br>Edgar chuckled in response to Giselle's warning as Demvarien's Knights emerged from the shadows behind them. "Ahead? They were in here waiting for us. Aren't rangers supposed to have sharp perception?" he taunted, drawing his weapon as he slowly stalked towards one of the black-robed figures. "This one's mine. You two handle the other."<br><br>Then with a sound something like static, his form wavered, and then reappeared behind the one he had declared as his target. With a roar, he slammed the wicked edge of his bastard sword into the fallen hero's shoulder, staggering him a bit but doing little real damage. "They've got armor under there... lovely," the white-haired warrior announced to the other two, screening his next attack with a few thrown daggers before rushing in from the side with a vicious blow that his enemy picked off with disturbing ease.<br><br>Then, the Knight countered, and Edgar's eyes widened at the speed and ferocity of the assault, his own blade barely able to keep up with the frenzied pace despite his questionable heritage. <em>If I already have to use that here... then this is going to be rough,</em> he thought to himself, roaring as he tried to regain the offensive.<br><br>((Go ahead and NPC the other one, and sorry about the misunderstanding; the wall of ice was meant to keep the monsters they had first encountered from giving chase after they stunned them for a few moments.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 18:51:03</strong>
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				"I'm this way!" Kairon shouted back, doing his best to sound almost panicked and dismissed his light spell. "Aw by the gods.. I can't see a damn thing now!" He added to it and continued to quietly make preparations, including casting a silenced "Silent Image" spell of a human that looked battered and beaten stumbling around, almost hobbled it seemed in the dark. Bumbling about&nbsp; while the powerful Erinyes' concealed himself above the entrance to the cavern.&nbsp; "Please help me... I think I hear them coming..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:08:51</strong>
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				Luckily the singing from Leith wasn't heard by Giselle and the others behind her, but the group ahead of them were lost save for one or two of their numbers.&nbsp; The first group however were already in the process of being mopped up by the rest of the underground monsters sent by the Avatar as well as Cecilia's vampires, among the other demons and creatures under their own control.&nbsp; Giselle rolled her eyes as the Darkslayer behind her since she had indeed heard them coming, just she was more worried about making sure they weren't trapped between a rock and a hard place, so to speak.&nbsp; "Oh I heard them back there, but I was more worried about freeing up some room for us to fight these things."&nbsp; Was her honest counter, nodding her agreement at the plans that had been hastily laid out.&nbsp; Already they were working well enough together, but things were not going to be so easy from the looks of things.&nbsp; She thought she had sensed something very old and familiar coming hard at them, but the feeling disappeared as she engaged the other knight before her, her twin scimitar blades already in her hands as if by some magic of their own.&nbsp; In reality her movements were too fast for most people to keep up with save for warriors on her level.&nbsp; "Let's dance."&nbsp; She smirked, her whirling blades already weaving a dance of their own around the heavily armored warrior before her, but he managed to keep up with her which wasn't something she had been expecting as she ducked and weaved by the dark knight's heavy weapon.<br><br>Sparks flew as Icingdeath smashed into the knight's heavy sword as it descended in an overhead chop, and while she thought she had an opening since the knight didn't have a second weapon available from the looks of things, Giselle's other sword was caught in the man's armored hand as she tried to bring it across his stomach only to have it stopped in mid swing.&nbsp; Clever but foolish as her sword cut through the armor and made the dark knight recoil as she freed her swords and kicked out hard, catching the warrior three times in the chest and once in the face before going in for the kill as he staggered back, just in time to look up to see both of her swords find the man's chest.&nbsp; Pulling them free a second later, Giselle turned to check on her allies, only to have a vampire try to tackle her to the ground.&nbsp; All it managed to do was have a boot swiped across the back of its head as it flew by and ended up face first in the dirt as the half Drow spun just out of reach, Twinkle scoring a hit across its back in the same instant.&nbsp; The brand on its cape however made her heart lurch into her throat.&nbsp; "No....that can't be possible!"&nbsp; A black rose on a blood red field with a shield behind the rose in question told her otherwise.&nbsp; Cecilia Shard was here.&nbsp; Giselle didn't let it bother her more than that first few seconds however and didn't let the vampire in question stand up before sinking Icingdeath's blade through the creature's chest, Twinkle swinging down at the same time to remove its head in the same second before spinning about to face whatever else came her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 22:34:48</strong>
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				<strong>Kirrillim, Raven Prince<br><br>Making way down, scattering a helping hand.<br>Tagged: Giselle, Luminita, Edgar</strong><br><br>The metal-masked Kir took the steps going down and ahead of him with caution. He was no fool, and the people at the gate had been <em>awfully</em> keen on getting him down here, along with a couple of others the Raven Prince had barely had time to register or even talk to. Which was a shame. He wanted to know more about the types that were willing to venture down to the depths...<br><br>There was a fight.<br><br><em>Already. Gods. They weren't jesting when they said this important. Either that or the explorers ahead were just bait...</em><br><br>Kir loosened his talons on his wrists, and mentally ran over the first ritual-spell he may have to cast. The good thing about using the talons in combat was that it left both sets of fingers free to weave his shamanistic spells.<br><br>Picking up the pace now, towards the sound of metal scraping against metal and cries of various sorts, the audible bolero of battle in the dark, Kir began to make out shapes. There was the cleric-girl he thought he had spotted earlier, and the Drow woman. He didn't know much about dark elven types, but he figured them to have good eyesight. <br><br><em>Good. Let's hope she stays on our side.</em><br><br>There was another. A white-haired fighter (<em>what's his name...Edwin? Edgar?</em>)was engaged in a fierce swordfight with a...what, chunk of obsidian? Kirrillim couldn't make it out, but he knew it moved and had a large weapon, and was therefore an intimidating heavily armed...enemy.<br><br><em>I believe I'll start there, then.</em><br><br>Alone and unchallenged, Kir had the oppurtunity to set up a ritual. A minor one, invoking slowness and delirium in an opponent. Kir didn't know the mental aptitude of Edgar's opponent, but he didn't know a better time to find out. Taking out a tiny waxen doll from his pouch, Kir poured an ointment over the top of it, then heated the doll's feet, melting them, and stuck them to the ground. All the time, Kir mumbled...<br><br>"Make my enemy slower than a flower's blossom. May thoughts rise unbidden to his mind, running wild and unchecked. May he find his feet leaden, and his arms as heavy as tree boughs. Make him open to attacks, like a ripe coconut succumbing to a chisel. Slow him. Bend him. Break him. <em>Slow him. Bend him. Break him.</em>"<br><br>Kir felt a flare of primal power, such as he'd become addicted to in the past, rise in his belly as his words took hold. Edgar white-head should have no problem dispatching his opponent now, and Kir didn't even have to draw his sword.<br><br>His ritual finished, however, his eyes flicked around for other threats. <br><br>"Ahem. Take that as my greetings to my fellow intrepid adventurers. Would anyone like to give me a report on current events?"<br><br>The Raven Prince had become arrogant with the success of his ritual. He wasn't too bothered that speaking up in a new combat situation might make him a target. He rather hoped it did, in fact. He heard a smattering, the sound of liquid hitting stone, and saw the Drow woman sawing through the head of some...well, it was hard to tell what it was, anymore. The dark woman's twin blades had made short work of whatever it had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 23:15:21</strong>
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				Scream echoed in the passages as a male monk slowly rose from the ground, his eyes dull and unseeing. Besides him, the dead human knight slowly rose as well, the two men having a look of pallor on their face, the teethmark in their necks, the torn jugulars showing just what had been done to them. The priestess that had kept them from rising before had walked too far, and her magic snapped. These living corpses rose, and right in the middle of the group of adventurers.<br><br>Baring their teeth, for a short moment they lurched towards Kirrillim and Giselle.<br><br>They literally sucked in a portion of the magic aimed to harm one of their 'allies', something was very strange about this dungeon. For the monsters that knew what it meant though, the heart was pushing a small amount of magic to these bodies. <br><br>They were little more than a warning, and a second's delay.<br><br><hr><br>That second was long enough for the lady priest in the tunnels stretching out before the rest of the group to reach closer to the source of that 'lost adventurer's voice. The young woman sweating, terrified and her hair shaken, her helmet missing after her mad dash for safety earlier, golden locks on the shoulder pauldrons of her outfit. "I'm here, keep talking, I'll find you." She neared the ambush set ahead.<br><br><hr><br>In the staircase, the sounds of guards rushing in after the heroes could be heard for a moment, but then a sudden scream and a gut-wrenching crunch could be heard, the sloshing, dripping, sound following as something was grinded down to a bloody paste. A large pillar in the steps back to the surface having tipped suddenly, and burying four of the twelve guards under it.<br><br>The young guards had continued frightenedly, eight of them wearing little more than chainshirts and carrying their spears, men and women that only knew that the heroes had charged in to the darkness and having followed. The gruesome sight in the stairs already having made at least the last two of them feel ill. <br><br><hr>((OOC: Couple more NPCs up for the hunt and games, though the heroes might order them back, since it might be a stupid idea for the 'mere guard' to enter, as already proven.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 03:22:42</strong>
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				Even amidst the sounds of combat as Giselle severed the vampire's head at that same moment with one clean stroke, Giselle could hear the shaman's spellcasting behind her as she turned to see the new arrivals.&nbsp; Guess they had been sent down to them after all.&nbsp; Then more enemies came up, and Giselle's magical sense of strange magic in the air, of some kind of potent but subtle magic being used made her skin crawl, and she didn't have long to wait as the slain heroes that had fell victim to Cecilia's vampire warriors rose up.&nbsp; They were annoyances at best, but fighting the truly undead like zombies was nothing like fighting vampires who still had their intelligence.&nbsp; Desecrating the dead like this was beyond comprehensible for most people, but Giselle had seen it before, and while it still made her want to throw up she didn't let it stop her whirling blades as she aimed for the dead knight's head.&nbsp; Whether or not these were regular zombies or animated corpses with their skills still intact if nothing else wouldn't matter since a cut up corpse couldn't fight back either way.&nbsp; Turning to the shaman just long enough to see several more people coming down, the half Drow shouted a warning to all of them.&nbsp; "You!&nbsp; Stop dicking around with your doll and help us out here!&nbsp; I appreciate the magic you used, don't get me wrong, but we need more than that!&nbsp; And you fools!&nbsp; Go back the way you came now before you end up like these people here!&nbsp; GO!"&nbsp; Giselle shouted to the guards, her night vision like eyes shining in the darkness as she turned just in time to duck a lumbering swing from the zombie before her, her twin scimitar blades already slicing and dicing the walking corpse like a sardine before she let the mutilated corpse fall.&nbsp; One down, one to go that she could see, and that wasn't counting any of the other creatures down there.<br><br>"That's it!&nbsp; Sending vampires and dark knights at us is one thing, but sending the walking and recently dead at us?!&nbsp; That's unforgivable!"&nbsp; Giselle growled, backpedaling fast as she sheathed her bloody blades in their leather bound sheaths before pulling Taulmerial, her magical longbow from her back and put an arrow to the powerful weapon in a blink of an eye.&nbsp; Firing the bow with deadly accuracy, Giselle had to blink since each shot left a trail of silver light behind that was just bright enough for it to hurt her eyes if she looked at it as it flew from her bow.&nbsp; Whatever was in the arrow's path was about to have a really bad day since it was powerful enough to punch through solid rock and it crackled with electricity, doing a considerable amount of damage with each arrow fired.&nbsp; Giselle fired three back to back as she retreated back up the passageway.&nbsp; "We need to regroup.&nbsp; Head back to the entrance now!"<br><br>((Rhaeger, if you plan to go through with our idea, best do it now lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 07:00:41</strong>
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				<strong>Jiro the Fox Spirit, renown Cleric of Sagrado Forest</strong><br><br>The guards of the castle urged the new heroes to hurry down to the tunnels and the man with the bird mask had already rushed in.&nbsp; Jiro turned to his companions.<br>"I shall see you again." His brother called out to him, his face hard. Jiro nodded before turning to the tunnel.&nbsp; It's mouth large, and the smell of fresh death and blood wafted out from it.&nbsp; <br>The war had begun.<br><br>In his fox form, a small and slender creature that emitted a bright but soft glow, Jiro hopped down in to the shadow.<br>His feet were light and his eyes were alert.&nbsp; Every four feet, he cast a quick spell, leaving small but bright will-o-wisps, lighting the dark caverns for soldiers that had entered behind him.&nbsp; The flame was cold to the touch with no other function other than lighting.<br>He followed the smell of blood.&nbsp; The closer he got to the source, the darker the tunnels became.&nbsp; It was an unnatural darkness.<br><br>Hearing a lady's frustrated command to regroup, Jiro quickened his pace. He found the battle ground.&nbsp; As he entered the light from his body, no matter how faint it was, cut through the shadows.&nbsp; The queen's forces were struggling. They had no real experience fighting in darkness.&nbsp; Jiro wasted no time in illuminating the cavern, blowing out spirit fire from his mouth.<br>The long tongue of flame split in to numerous orbs that flew to the corners of the shadows.<br><br>Jiro hopped down at the very back of the queen's party and shifted back to his second form, his eyes peeled for any warriors in need of healing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 20:17:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120334.msg5280649#msg5280649">Quote from: Syene on 30-09-2011, 20:17:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh yes..." Leith breathed out. "I can affect anyone who can hear my voice with reasonable clarity. Only the strongest willed can resist." Apologetically, she added, "You'll probably find it distracting..."<br><br>With that, she started to sing. Her voice was beautiful, haunting, seductive -- like the voice of a fallen angel. Anyone hearing it was drawn toward her. Only the strongest willed were able to resist walking toward her in an entranced haze that would likely make them easy pickings for the succubus.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Isis had heard the fighting nearby, and opted to stick with Leith and do things the easy way, so to speak. <br><br>As the siren began to sing, it was a bit distracting, but yet, Isis wasn't bothered too much. She waited and listened to footsteps as they slowed, there were only maybe ten or less coming. It was apparent that the battle may have dwindled the numbers of the the heroes that were coming their way. <br><br>From the darkness,&nbsp; there stepped the first, looking at the pair. Isis turned to Leith as a couple more appeared behind him. "Show time my darling Leith, let's show these boys a good time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 20:24:56</strong>
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				When Giselle shot her arrows to light the way for Kairon's "Lost adventurer" he got creative and watched them streak under him while he quietly hovered over the entrance.&nbsp; When they went off in the darkness, he made his illusion seem like it got struck and added in illusionary arrows protruding from the body. He went so far as to recreate the color of the fletching he'd seen as it went by and had smirked before letting loose his ventriloquism again.&nbsp; "ARGH!!!!!!!!" he/it screamed loudly, ina&nbsp; shrill tone then went down and then shortlty thereafter let out a loud gurgling sigh pleading pathetically. "why.... I'll never see.....my children....again......" then let it off with that. Loud enough to be heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 10:26:30</strong>
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				((Sorry, sorry, been busy the past couple of days.))<br><br>As the zombies rose around them, Edgar growled in frustration as his choices narrowed further and further. In the furious clash of blades with the knight before him, he opened a hole in his defenses, and the skilled adversary took it, stabbing his sword clean through the human's stomach. Edgar cried out in pain, but his face was marked only by a fierce grin as the fallen warrior fell right into the trap, his hand closing tightly over the monster's gauntlet.<br><br>He let his heritage come forth with a surge of dark power, transforming him into a demon with blue scales, white horns, and a green, organic "robe" where his coat had been. Blows that had been knocked aside by the knight's plate armor shredded through the metal like wet paper, cutting the knight to pieces as Edgar pulled away, ripping the greatsword out of his guts. The wound closed immediately, before he rushed through the mob of zombies, slashing left and right, each hit cleaving a foe clean in two. The demonspawn tossed down the ebony sword as his transformation ended, that dark power receding.<br><br>Most of the group had been devastated, leaving only a small amount of resistance. Edgar threw a volley of daggers, then decided he'd done enough for this fight.<br><br><hr><br>Blue-glowing eyes observed the battle from down the corridor. Demvarien was no coward, but he was no fool either. He could not engage so large a group with any chance of victory. So instead, he used the new trick he had learned, slicing a hole in the fabric of time-space and imitating Kestriel's movements in binding it. Rather than making a particular call, he just left it open, and the horrifying, little voidspawn began to pour through, three feet of teeth, scales, and claws. The blackguard concentrated for a moment, summoning and condensing a ball of blue fire to his hand before throwing it into the chamber in front of his minions, the orb detonating in an azure explosion that shook the walls of the room. Then he turned a corner, waiting for a more opportune moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 17:28:34</strong>
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				The cry of an innocent bystander made Giselle's heart lurch since that had not been intentional at all.&nbsp; She was about to head down to investigate, 'death cry' or not, but then Voidspawn creatures started to appear in the tunnel.&nbsp; It was about this time that she saw Edgar take a hit that should have killed him, but instead just seemed to make him royally pissed.&nbsp; Then he transformed, and Giselle knew he was no mere human warrior with a cocky attitude as he tore apart anything in front of him.&nbsp; That was damn impressive, to say the least.&nbsp; There went that plan as she fired arrow after arrow down the tunnel, shredding almost anything with the powerful barrage that was caught in her deadly range.&nbsp; This bow had torn apart a catapult with a dozen shots, had blown a ship in half when a single arrow had found the munitions pile in its hold, a couple of zombies were nothing to this magical item but the demons would be a little tougher.&nbsp; Not much tougher however.&nbsp; The lights behind them made by Jiro helped at least.&nbsp; "We need to retreat!&nbsp; Voidspawn are not enemies you want to engage unless you have magical weaponry or powerful spells to hold them back!&nbsp; Demons in general are immune to most weapons that don't have strong enough magics on them.&nbsp; Believe me, I know!"&nbsp; Twinkle had no effect on most higher level demons such as Balors and above, but Icingdeath was no regular sword that had ever been seen before.&nbsp; Taulmerial had a better chance however since it was a powerful weapon in its own right with its matching quiver of arrows which never ran out thanks to their own enchantments upon the quiver and the arrows themselves.<br><br>Cecilia meanwhile stopped as she saw Demvarian hiding, HIDING! of all things from a rag tag group of warriors.&nbsp; When she looked down the hall however, she too had to hide despite the fact that one of them was the cursed Giselle Do'Urden.&nbsp; "That bitch.....Demvarian!&nbsp; That black skinned bitch is the one that killed my twin sister.&nbsp; I don't care how we do it, but I want her alive so I can kill her myself!"&nbsp; She shouted just loud enough to be heard by the man in the dark armor who was on the other side of the passageway, her red eyes glowing with evil intent and open hostility.&nbsp; "I want to hear her scream in agony before begging for a death I won't give to her until her mind is shattered and broken beyond all repair.&nbsp; Then will I slit her throat and drain her dry!"&nbsp; She growled, clenching her red armored hand until the knuckles underneath turned a shade whiter than what they were already.&nbsp; For her, there would be no mercy, no chance to become more than what she was.&nbsp; Only death awaited her at Cecilia's hands.<br><br>http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Taulmaril (http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Taulmaril)&nbsp; (Taulmaril the Heartseeker.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 20:47:08</strong>
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				<strong>Kirrillim, Raven-Prince<br>Hatching plans and hatching...other things</strong><br><br><br>"Dicking...around..."<br><br>Kir didn't have his book of "Cheesey Adventurer Slang" to hand so he wasn't exactly sure what the Drow woman meant, but he got the jist that Giselle wasn't a fan of his ritual-spells. He didn't have his Drow-translator to hand either, but Kir was pretty sure it wasn't an elven, or even a dark-elven phrase.<br><br>Shaking his head, the Raven Prince was suddenly bathed in light. Looking behind him, he saw a small, smiling being, an enchanter of some sort, and clearly with an affinity for light. Kir nodded at him silently in an appreciation of the light that the fox-spirit had just conjured up for group.<br><br>When the two recently-dead cadavers rose to attempt to maul the group again, Kir watched as Edgar dispatched one, and then underwent a transformation. The Raven Prince was very interested in the white-haired man's apparant demon heritage, and, after making sure the transformed Edgar wasn't in fact going to gobble his companions up, he idly dispatched the risen-monk. Ducking underneath it's lunge, Kir came up behind it, and, with his wrist-talons, twisted and carved at the neck in one fluid motion until the monk's head <em>popped</em> off. <br><br>As the body slumped to the ground, Kir looked around and saw a slathering mass of voidspawn chittering across the floor. Tossing the monk's head at them, he was about to go through another ritual to hold the gribbly blighters back, when he heard an irate shreiking from beyond.<br><br>His glittering dark eyes searching underneath his mask, Kir picked out a figure in the gloom to whom the voice belonged. Apparantly the woman...no doubt she wasn't <em>just</em> a woman...didn't hold Giselle in particularly high regards.<br><br><em>Well, me either, my mysterious distant friend.</em><br><br>Whilst the bossy Drow woman began prattling on about demons and weapons, Kir went about his work. Having no further targets to concentrate his weapons on, he turned his concentration back to the only other thing he could see. That was, the small and dangerous-looking nether-spawn. <br><br><em>Spawned from what, I wonder...</em><br><br>Taking out a bunch of seeds from a pouch, Kir mumbled words over them as he scattered them onto the floor. They began to pop, and hiss, and...take life.<br><br>"Sprout. Find life. Expand on it. Grow. Find teeth. Sharpen them. Slay. Find enemies. Consume them."<br><br>Kir went over this again and again, and the seedlings beneath his feet sprouted tendrils, vicious sharp-looking thorns, from which leaked a viscous acidic-substance. Squeaking hungrily, the mass of ravenous seedlings slithered towards the mass of Voidspawn and began molesting them.<br><br>The Raven Prince didn't think the seedlings on their own would defeat the Voidspawn, but then, that was what a group was for, eh? Now, where was that cleric-woman...<br><br>Kir looked behind him, to the fox-spirit and for Luminita. He could no longer see the former, but he spoke towards where he hoped he and Luminita were anyway.<br><br>"Now if either one of you could give my little pets a blessing, or a prayer, or something distinctively holy, something you clerics are rather good at...then we can take bets on which one of my friends will eat the most voidspawn."<br><br>Kir idly looked up to where Giselle was shouting from, a blue explosion drenching the cavern in an eerie azure light to match Jiro's.<br><br>"Hey. Drow. Stop dicking around and fight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 21:49:39</strong>
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				Kairon growled a bit and dismissed his illusion all together and stopped concealing his aura from them.&nbsp; But he was already pumped up with a few buff spells including Cat's Grace to amp his Dexterity, Reverse Arrows to avoid ranged attacks and Shield to add a bit more defense.&nbsp; He decided it was time to take the fight to them instead and dropped from his hiding place and strode out of the cavern like a feline predator.&nbsp; He'd produce his mighty composite longbow of fiery blast and drew it back aiming at the group of good guys. "Die." he growled, his devil lord aura becoming oppressive quickly within the tight corridors.&nbsp; He'd let fly with a powerfully flaming arrow that was equal to shooting a full powered fireball into their midst, aiming to hurt them and force them apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Medical Miracle</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 00:33:26</strong>
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				Vespa entered the library, it seemed to be abandoned. She couldn't say she was disappointed, she had been hoping for some peace and quiet, she needed to think, or possibly sleep. At times she almost believed she was most productive while she slumbered; unconsciousness was a pleasure she deprived herself of all too often. She found a table in a reclusive part of the library and gently pulled out a chair. Before sitting down she reached under the table and retrieved her favourite blanket. She knew it would be there, things where always within reach when she needed them. She wrapped it around her frail figure, sat down and rested her head. She couldn’t sleep. Too many questions were occupying her thoughts, she didn’t like it. The best she could do was to sit there with her head lying on the table, and stare at the wall. Maybe something would show up to take her mind of things. Ironic how this calm she had sought after was turning out to be detrimental to her peace of mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syene</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 03:58:21</strong>
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				Luminita wasn't the holy mage she pretended to be, but she was pretty decent at shielding magic -- it paid to be able to effectively defend herself. She slammed the butt of her staff down into the cave floor, white light flaring out from it to form a veil in front of the adventurers. When the arrow hit it, the flames flashed against the light, curling around the edges. The arrow, slowed, but not halted, flew through the shield. "Damned demonic magic..." she muttered, feeling the taint of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon Denizens - Evil will always find a way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 18:38:14</strong>
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				"Hm the little cleric produces a warding shield." Kairon said, watching the arrow and quickly loosing another, trying to follow the first one up to shatter the shield; knowing most could only take so much damage before failing.&nbsp; He was obviously powerful by the way that bow's blackening flames were licking the walls around him as he released the second arrow.&nbsp; The second had been more aimed at her than their general area anyway, maybe by forcing her to protect herself the shield would drop and allow the others fighting them to get at the group too.
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