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Taru Carrendar’s character biography
Name : Taru Carrendar
Species: Bebillith. (Bebiliths are incredibly aggressive and will attack anything they see.)
General size: Full morph, 2 Tonnes and 18 feet high
Physical appearance/attire: Humanoid bipedal or full form Bebiliths have spider-shaped bodies, with long fore-legs ending in razor-sharp claws. These claws are used to penetrate and rip armor plating from the bebiliths’ foes.
Known Relatives: Lorelei Rose Carrendar (Mother : Deceased)
Baldrick Fitzgibbon (Father : Alive)
. Birth-date: Dec 30th 2009
. Birth-place: Arachnea, Lacardis.
. Eye colour : Silver and Green
. Hair Colour : White
. Current Residence: Lorewall, Nemaeus, on the Planet Lisega
. Environment any (the Abyss) The Abyss is a terrible place, yet even in this horrific realm there exist predators and wild beasts that prey upon the demonic horde—the bebilith being the most notorious, a creature evolved to hunt and slay demons.
. Organization solitary or band (2–6)
. Languages : Rhefugi and Abyssal (cannot speak); telepathy 100 ft.
.. Social Class: Upper Class
. Goal: To raise her children in Lorewall
. Likes: Snow
. Dislikes: Chinese food.
. Fears: Fire and her ex husband.
. Attitude Toward Danger: Loves it
. Attitude Toward Fighting: Fight or die
. Attitude Toward Anger/Forgiveness: Good
. Mental Condition: Normal
. Self-image Shy in humanoid bipedal
. CE Huge outsider (chaotic, evil, extraplanar)
. Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., scent; Perception
. Special Attacks dismantle armor, penetrating strike, web
. At will—plane shift (bebilith only)
. Creeping Doom
Druid 7, Animal 8, Scalykind 7,Spider 8
3rd ed. rules
Creeping doom is a conjuration spell that calls into being a carpet of insects that attacks at your command.
When you utter the spell of creeping doom, you call forth a mass of 1,000 venomous, biting and stinging spiders. This carpet-like mass swarms in a square 20 feet on a side. Upon your command, the swarm creeps forth at 10 feet per round toward any prey within 100 feet, moving in the direction you command. Each vermin in the creeping doom effect automatically bites a creature for 1 point of damage and then dies. Each creature takes enough damage to kill it, destroying that number of vermin in the process. Thus, a total of 1,000 points of damage can be inflicted on those in the creeping doom’s effect. These attacks are nonmagical attacks, so creatures with damage reduction, for example, are safe.
If there aren’t enough vermin to kill all the creatures in the spell’s effect, damage is distributed among the survivors equally.
If creeping doom travels more than 100 feet away from you, it loses 50 of its number for each additional 10 feet it travels. For example, at 120 feet, its numbers have shrunk by 100. There are a number of ways to thwart or destroy the creatures forming the swarm. Anything that would deter or destroy normal insects is effective against these arachnids.
. Skills Acrobatics +16, Climb +32, Perception +16, Sense Motive +16, Stealth +16, Survival +16; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth
. Combat abilities: Heavily skilled
. Examples of Attacks : Feats Cleave, Improved Critical (claws), Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack
. Basic Fighting swords and claws.
. Talents: Guardian of Mazmezz
. Weaknesses: Fire
. Dominant hand: Right
White-tailed Spiders have a dark reddish to grey, cigar-shaped body and dark orange-brown banded legs. The grey dorsal abdomen bears two pairs of faint white spots (less distinct in adults) with a white spot at the tip; the male has a hard, narrow plate or scute on the front of the abdomen. The two common specie sare, Lampona cylindrata and L. murina, are similar in appearance. Their bites have been controversially implicated in causing severe skin ulceration in humans. White-tailed Spiders are vagrant hunters. They are most active at night when they wander about hunting for other demons, their preferred food.
Bebilith (Demon Spider) These vast majority of these creatures have been killed and hunted. Although the few remaining are hundreds of years old and have developed a interesting position among dark creatures. Bebiliths are enormous, predatory, arachnid demons that hunt other demons. While they favor preying upon other demons, they aren¡¯t picky¡ªthey will stalk and attack any type of creature. A bebilith has a body the size of a plow horse, with legs spanning more than 14 feet. It weighs more than two tons. Bebiliths understand but do not speak Abyssal. Their telepathy allows them to communicate silently with one another. The elder Bebilith have the ability to switch between a human-like form and their natural arachnid features. Far more intelligent than its verminous shape would suggest, it is perhaps a blessing that the bebilith is such a focused and devoted hunter of demons, for had these dangerous outsiders more of a mind to conquer and expand empires, their ability to plane shift would make them a menace indeed. Although, as an outsider, the bebilith has no biological need to eat, it does enjoy the sensation of chewing on demonic flesh.
A bebilith attacks any creature it sees. It usually picks one target and concentrates its attacks on that opponent, using its webs to isolate the target from its comrades. Should the bebilith become overwhelmed by tougher opponents, it often attempts to bite one or more of its victims and retreats, allowing its poison to do its work.
A bebilith’s natural weapons, as well as any weapons it wields, are treated as chaotic-aligned and evil-aligned for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
White-tailed Spider bites can cause initial burning pain followed by swelling and itchiness at the bitten area. Occasionally, weals, blistering or local ulceration have been reported – conditions known medically as necrotising arachnidism. As well as the spider’s venom, minor bacterial infection of the wound may be a contributory factor in such cases.
Bebiliths closest resemble some sort of demented, demonic version of a spider that could only be conceived in the depths of the Abyss. Bebiliths have eight legs, they stand atop six spindly legs while the front pair of legs rather than supporting their weight are two enormous scything claws, each nearly the height of a man. The body of the bebilith looks just as spider-like, a carapace covered torso with a head featuring red multi-faceted eyes below which sits the grasping maw of a spider.
Weaponry: Generally she uses melee weapons with sharp edges to use in combat at a close ranges. This includes swords, knifes, and claws. But it changes from time to time
Marital Status/Mate: Single
Spell-Like Abilities: At will¡ªdarkness, scare, telekinesis, and teleport without error (self plus 50 pounds of objects only). Once per day – dancing lights, detect chaos, detect evil, detect good, detect law, detect magic, faerie fire, and levitate.
Wall Climb: She can scale surfaces just like a normal spider, even running upside down at 3/4 of her normal speed. (Speed 40 ft., climb 20 ft.)
Enhanced Senses: She can track by scent, has 300 foot nightvision as well as 280 degree vision, can sense magic and see invisible opponents.
Mesmerize: The Elder Bebelith has a supernatural ability to mesmerize all that gaze into it’s glowing green eyes. Characters must save versus influence if they stare into the demon’s eyes for more than two melee rounds. The initial effects are cloudiness, causing -2 to initiative, strike, parry and dodge. After 8 rounds, they fall under its trance, totally defenseless, unless someone helps
them out of it.
Webbing: Has 4 spinnerets to expel webbing for a variety of uses. Can create a web up to a 50 foot radius (100feet total) for snaring victims (webbing is extremely translucent and difficult to notice). A web of this size will take about 15 minutes to produce. Webbing can also be used to climb, descend, entangle and ensnare. This is moderately sticky, entangling more as the victim struggles. The tensile strength is can support a bit over 1 ton. When a victim is entangled or otherwise incapacitated, the demon will attempt to encase them in a cocoon. The cocoon is the equivalent of a straight jacket, allowing no movement. This webbing is mystical in nature, resistant to normal weapons (one-half damage). Magical weapons will do full damage. There is a 75% chance that the webbing will not burn if any sort of fire is applied to it. Up to 100 feet of spider silk can be produced per melee and can be consumed for recycling.
Sticky Glob: The demon can perform one of the following special tactics with its webs once per round. A Bebelith can create an adhesive glob of silk about the size of a human fist. The creature will usually perch on a ledge and lower this glob to a range of 50 feet, swinging it as a pendulum. When a creature is hit (or touches the glob) it becomes stuck to the strand and the demon reels in its prey at the rate of 20 feet per round. A strand is strong enough to hold the demon and one creature of the same size.
Web Net: A Bebilith can throw a web up to four times per day. This is similar to an attack with a net but has a maximum range of 30 feet. This attack is effective against targets of up to Gargantuan size. The web anchors the target in place, allowing no movement.
The flail is a hand weapon presumably derived from the agricultural tool. The handle is attached to the striking part of a weapon by a flexible chain or cord. These weapons often featured anti-personnel studs or spikes embedded in the striking end.
The chief tactical virtue of the flail was its capacity to get around a defender’s shield, by striking against the shield’s edge with the tip of the main handle. The chain, cord or hinge would then let the striking end whip around behind the shield and strike the defender a forceful blow.
Bio-Regeneration: Bebelith possess remarkable restorative powers, able to regenerate injuries every 4 minutes. They can even regenerate lost limbs with two days time.
Toxic Venom: Bebilith venom is a highly perishable foul-smelling goo, losing its potency and becoming inert almost as soon as it comes into contact with air. The Bebelith has two types of venom. The first type has a neurological effect, causing pain and eventual slowly progressing paralysis throughout the body, and is used during combat/hunting. A successful bite attack will cause physical damage. Characters take additional damage as the venom takes effect (consisting of sharp pains, muscle spasms and cramping partial paralysis. These effects will last for between 2 and 12 minutes minutes per injection or magically negated. Character will still suffer mild symptoms for up to two days and will require medical attention to properly recover. After 3 of such attacks, the character becomes temporarily paralyzed for between 3 and 30 minutes. The true horror in this, is that the character will be in excruciating pain, totally immobile, yet completely conscious. Once a victim is paralyzed, second type of venom then comes into play, a poison with hemolysis-like effects. That is, it breaks down the blood vessels as well as softening (tenderizing!) the muscle tissue. In effect, it turns the victim’s body into a nice squishy meal that can be sucked up. Upon injection, the victim takes damage every 1 minute, until the brain finally hemorrhages and death immediately occurs. A cure must be administered within the first 5 minutes, or permanent damage may occur. The poison sack has enough for 30 type 1 and 5 type 2 injections. Type 1 regenerates 2-4 injections worth a day
and 1-4 type 2 a day.
Vulnerabilities: Fire does double damage.
Summon Demons: Once per day an Elder Bebelith can attempt to summon 1-8 Bebelith with a 35% chance of success.
Demon Qualities: Immune to poison and electricity; cold, and acid resistance.
Telepathy: Bebelith can communicate telepathically with creatures within 100 feet that speak Abyssal.
Rend Armor: Dismantle Armor (Ex) If a bebilith hits a foe with both claw attacks, it can attempt to peel away the target’s armor and shield as a free action by making a CMB check. If the bebilith is successful, the target’s armor and shield are torn from his body and dismantled, falling to the ground. Armor subjected to this attack loses half its hit points and gains the broken condition if the target fails a DC 25 Reflex save. The save DC is Strength-based.
Skills: A bebilith has mottled coloration that gives it a racial bonus on Hide checks
Plane Shift: The demon moves itself or some other creature to another plane of existence or alternate dimension. If several willing persons link hands in a circle, as many as eight can be affected by the plane shift at the same time. Precise accuracy as to a particular arrival location on the intended plane is nigh impossible. From the Material Plane, you can reach any other plane, though you appear 5 to 500 miles from your intended destination. Plane shift transports creatures instantaneously and then ends. The creatures need to find other means if they are to travel back.
Penetrating Strike (Su) A bebilith’s natural weapons are treated as chaotic and magical for the purposes of penetrating damage reduction. Against creatures with the demon type, its natural weapons are also treated as cold iron and good.
Summon kindred: A Bebelith can summon forth a swarm of 10-100 spiders, which serve to confuse and obscure vision. The creatures arrive in 2-12 rounds and are under the Bebelith’s full control.
Grow Limb: The Bebelith may grow lup to 4 long spider-leg apendages from its spine. These are coated in thick carapace and can serve to attack or defend. They are extremly powerful and can be regrown at the same rate as most limbs.
True form : By taking her true form, her lower half transforms into that of a spider’s legs and adomen, both of which are armoured. In this form, her strength and speed increase dramatically as well as her senses. Her blood becomes poisonous and the amount of webbing and poison she can produce to an almost unlimited amount. Her webbing also becomes poisonous on contact and even more durable than before.
Puppet Mistress: By attaching strands of webbing from her fingertips to the base of the subject’s neck, she can manipulate and control corpses to fight and defend her. These undead dolls follow her commands telepathically and fight until she releases control or are fully destroyed. She usually carries 1 corpse wrapped in webbing on her back when traveling.
Entangling Asp Technique: Drawing six specially prepared shurikens with razor sharp webbing attached to them, she throws them towards the opponent, not aiming directly towards them, but instead throwing them in arcs to circle around and entangle the opponent, at which point she pulls on the webbing and shreds the victim.
Hira-shuriken Hira-shuriken, shaken (or “throwing stars”) – flat, wheel-shaped plates of metal, with sharpened points. Usually 3 mm thick or less, about 11 cm wide, with a variety of tips ranging between 3-20. The hira-shuriken can be thrown either from overhead, or horizontally with a quick wrist-snap, depending on the weapon.
Webbed Defense : By spinning rapidly and releasing webbing at the same time, she can form a thick durable cocoon around herself to protect againest most attacks. She can disperse the cocoon at will.
Mazmezz is the likely creator of the bebiliths.
Mazmezz appearance is monstrously alien. Being one of the ancient qlippoths that roamed the Abyss before the creation of the Material Plane, there is no trace of sanity in her form.
Mazmezz appears as a horrid tangle of insectoid legs, claws, pincers, and spinnerets, all coming from one horrible, writhing hairy mass at her centre. Mazmezz’s only other real feature is her mouth, a pit of thrashing spider-like fangs that devour all who venture too close. Mazmezz can wrap herself in special webbing to make her appear as anything she wants.
Cult & Worshippers
Mazmezz has no organised cult, just isolated madmen, among humans, behaving more as a vermin-like force of destruction than a deity. Her largest humanoid following is among the depraved drow of the Darklands, in particular the vermin lords of House Moivas. Mazmezz finds an ardent group of worshippers among the most famous of the drow’s fleshwarped monstrosities, the arachnid driders. Mazmezz is also often worshipped by the more natural but no less disturbing surface-dwelling spider creatures known as ettercaps.
Shortly after birth : The infusion of the Black. (Properties: Ability to control the dead and raise them from the River of Masks, hallucinogenic properties, distorts images and reality to those affected.)
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Baldrick watched on, as Space Jesus decided to knock back the offer of a meal and instead take a nice long…quick walk out of the hall, squawking to the sky and shaking his fist as he did so. He was indeed a very troubled man. Sighing, he sat back down and buried his face in his hand, as he could just pick up on the quiet sobs of his beloved Mistress, Lady Carrendar coming from her room. Baldrick heard this and he felt his heart crack in two. He failed. The room grew dark, as above a raven sat on window ledge, tilting its head back and forth, before taking off into the night. The bird had watched the event unfold, its red eyes peering down on all that were part of this night’s show, and now to return to his Master, the one in the black cloak. Upon a ruggard mountain top, somewhere in Lacardis, a sacrificial alter was covered in a red sheath, and to the left, a large knife, to the right a baby swaddled in black cloth, screaming, crying, wriggling within. A large group of follwers had surrounded the alter, as the man in the cloak, raised up his knarled hands to the gathered throng. (?)”An abomination, a child of the damned this is. Plucked from the womb of the spider, and now she belongs to us.”- The raven flew in from the darkened clouds and landed upon the shoulder of his Master. Settling it cawed at the child, who continued to scream louder, before going into hiccuped breaths, its tiny lungs straining from fear and terror. The child needed her mother, she needed to be held, not left on a cold stone table. Picking up the child roughly with one hand, he held it outward, as the black cloth slipped away to show pure white hair, and the mark. All the gathered followers bowed down to the child and the being roared. (?)”Her time will come, her blood be taint. It was written, and so it will be done!”- he took the blade and then sliced it across her back, the greenish goo of her bebilith blood seeping onto the knife edge as the child screamed louder, and the followers started to chant. Licking the blood off the blade, he set it down and dipped his fingers into the black liquid that was shimmering in a bowl held up by a follower. The man wore a mask, long torn robes, and he nodded for the Leader to do what he must. The black liquid was smeared into the wound, the baby was in agony and screamed louder still, kicking and squirming violently. All rose up as the Raven flapped its wings and cawed. (?)”TARU….you are now, one of us…..forever!!” <3>
DarksiedtheLegend: -The family of Carrendars would be readying themselves to go out into the town but it was Rider that pointed out the obvious-(Rider)”Its night time and I think it’s getting closer to the hour of the casket bearers…And we must stay in tonight because of that…So I’m heading to bed early…so *yawn*…Goodnight.” –Rider would make her way back to her bed and just fell asleep instantly when she placed her head onto the bed of furs…
While at the surface when the android known as Torment took the dead insect warrior with it to the exit did the other insect warriors tried jumping out of the hole but barely even reaching the hole as the insect warriors would stare upwards to the hole as if they were awaiting to see if the intruder or the android were to come back down as the insect warriors gathered near the hole but one of these insect warriors would leave the group and head straight to their supposed leader passing the various other insect warriors that had hatched and were guarding the way into the tunnels that leads to the carved out room of dirt as the insect warrior would then started to snap its pincers together to make cracking sounds until the leader then let out a screech as two of the insect warriors would be pushed into helping the big crab like insect to dig their way out from their current situation as the big crab like insect continued to use its heavy crab claw to bash and dig its way further into the dirt as the two insect warriors began to help it by using their pincers to help with the digging.
After a few more insect warriors would join in to help with the digging to speed up the process as soon as there is considerable length into the escape tunnel did the centipede lady entered the tunnel with the special egg on the back of her segmented armour plating as ten insect warriors would follow the centipede lady as the leader was content with this set of events did he let out another screech that the forty four insect warriors would just confirm by screeching back as they started to chomp on the buildings foundations just enough so that it would break and fall by itself as the various insect warriors would then retreated into the carved out cave tunnels to get back to the leader as those guarding the tunnels would retreat as well since they to knew that in a few moments whatever that intruder or the android was doing up there it will eventually collapse and maybe or hopefully it might crush the intruder but once they were save inside the tunnel did the insect warriors started to try and make a cave in at the entrance of the tunnels after all no one on the surface knows yet that these bugs even exist not the Butcher nor the meats. –
CharlotteCarrendar:- Baldrick and Raven were still not used to the ideal of what is day and night time. But one thing they both knew about was the casket bearers. The ones that came up from the black, and were huge skeletons, that formed into fighters, warriors, and seemed to play out the very same battle, over and over again each night.
Baldrick was about to place on his mask, and then when Rider spoke, he sighed and removed it once more. Holding the mask in his fingers, he slowly sat down upon a rickety stool, toying with the mask in his hand. Images and flickering memories, started to play out in his mind, and then he appeared shocked, as he started to recant the final moments of Lacardis as he remembered. “Your grandmother….I held her skull in my hands. Your mother, Paige, she was only a child, barely fifteen, and had been trying to evacuate everyone, from this….*he looked around him and then sighed*…place. I’d been left behind, forgotten. By all but one.”- his hands shook as he held the mask, staring at it. “He wore a mask. He was the Carpenter….the true mystery of the Carrendar people. He saved me; he saved me and the skull…the hall. I was so old…sick. The death of your Grandmother….it’s all coming back to me.”
– Baldrick’s eyes filled with tears, that splashed down upon the mask. “Of all the places in the world, why am I back here?” –his voice above a whisper, as Paige and Raven stared at him in silence. They had never seen this side of him before. <3>
TormentedPerfection: The android never wanted to even partake in such a manner. He didn’t know exactly what was happening at the moment. Other than the fascinating creature, he was sure that this place had other fucked up things. What’s next? T-Rex dinosaurs with long ass arms? It was quite frightening. But the Android didn’t feel fright. Placing the insect over his shoulder, he swiftly ran, his super-mechanical speed allowing him to take off faster than one could say “Boo”
As he busted through the door, back to the apocalyptic sand plains, the android’s vision cleared. The once red sensor now turned green once more. Signalling that it went out of hostility’s way. Although there might be some other creatures that wanted to hunt him as well. But he can defend himself. More so after he’s done experimenting with the creature he was holding. As the sandy wind hit against his synthetic skin, he could feel the emptiness.
The isolation of being in the whole area with no one else. No sign of life and so. Was it possible that he was the only living being here? Surrounded by mutated creatures? Possibly. And there was no time to waste to survive if that’s the case. Running right at the desolated area, the android threw the corpse of the disgusting creature down, getting on one knee as his eye turned white. The light of his eyes scanning all over the corpse, processing the anatomy of the fallen creature. Soon enough, the A.I voice spoke, with a visual representation of the creature in 3.D “Species type…unknown…Diet: Carnivorous. Unknown Origin. Type.. Insectoid. Hostility Level: High.”
As the reading stopped, the body of the supposed creature was divided in the image, scythes and so on. Spinning, getting a 3D look on it before the AI Asked “Possible adaptation to the V.30 Go through the process? Required Java 30 or higher.” The android of course, selected yes. And the A.I spoke “Very well. Begin adaptation.” With that spoke, the hands of the android split, the fingers turning to long , bent, pointed metals. Kind of like Spider’s legs. While his palm opened, a hole with a red glowing in.
Kneeling down, the metallic lines slowly zapped and pierced right at the creature’s head. Digging in as the course of current slowly ran through, In the AI’s Mind however, it was gathering the way the creature had it’s survival instincts. Whilst consuming the creature’s body parts to benefit the android. The tissue of the bug was slowly replicated by the nanosynthetic tissue that was crawling all over his body, nano bots replacing his left arm with a scythe like function, coming from atop his forearm. It looked like a pointed sickle, as well.
While the other arm as well had a sickle. The android’s mouth had sharp metallic fangs extending from them. And while it was not poisonous, it could still back a bite. He could feel his body stretching, to the point that he was five inches taller, the arms bent down with the sickle. Examining his newly found weapons. He closed his arms and let the blade retract back. Grabbing the creature and placing it on his shoulder as he stalked into the emptiness. Hoping someone would find him.
DarksiedtheLegend: -As Rider slept on as Baldrick spoke about the end time did the procession outside the house continue to go on as various members of these large skeletons were parading around a coffin carried by a group of skeletons while the skeletons up front where pounding drums with their skeleton hands, bells jingling as the skeletons walk unknowingly these bells were tied around their necks, anklets, wrists and on some the bells were tied on the rib bones.
As the procession got nearer to the town it would seem that the procession had gotten bigger than the last time. But as they skeletons went into town their fates would only lead them to begin their battle anew once again and as these skeleton beings turned to what they were before, humans, lizard men, dwarfs, elven, trolls, goblins, hobgoblins, ogres, orcs, some even became dragonborn, warforged, Tieflings, bugbears and even the kobolds came to life again.
As some seemed human sized others would be larger than their compatriots forming into Chimeras of various types and parts, to even dragons but once their transformation from skeletons to flesh and blood was made did they began to fight again, claw against claw, teeth against teeth, and if they had carried a weapon sword against sword in a fight that would continue till the morning roosters crows…did these massive creatures of various shapes and sizes revert back to their skeletal form following the coffin bearers where ever they may go.
Back at Lorewall various board members of the Fuyu no arashi clan were leaving satisfied, entering various modes of transportation from the limousines that they arrived in or through special helicopters ready for their use alone and even secret trams hidden throughout the city as the board members returned to each of their corner of the planet as all would say in unison. –(Boardmembers)”We are the Fuyu no arashi.”
–While in the financial headquarters of the Fuyu no arashi clan was man in a gold mask, tuxedo suit and pants stared at the city of Lorewall as he then asked a question to his good servant the giant with the hunchback known as Igor-(The master)”Igor, can you tell me why the Fuyu no arashi succeeded?” (Igor)”Umm is not cause we?” (The master)”Exactly its’ because no one man can make such an empire but rather a group of individuals with a common goal…and the goal is?” (Igor)”Umm uhh money?” (The master)”The money must flow if one being alone controls that kind of money than this civilization would come to a screeching halt…Igor you have your key with you?” (Igor)”Yes master.” (The master)”Good, it’s time for a sixty four board chess game…this time throw everything at me…I want to see how my enemies are thinking down there. What better way than to play sixty four boards with each one representing one of my enemies”
–As Igor nodded he would then place a small key on the side of his head before turning as Igor waited for a moment before saying-(Igor)”Excellent deduction master but I may I suggest a combination of Generals, Chess, Shogi, xiangqi, three dimensional chess, and or if you prefer this unusual fantasy board game recently produced to which the masses has enjoyed quite considerably well at least according to the research by the Finster scientists.” (The master)”Interesting proposition and I accept let’s begin the games in my private study.” (Igor)”As you command master.”
–While on the surface world the android would have transformed into a more fitting adaptation would he be coming across a band of travelling soldiers all donning the black armour that was made specifically for them. Now a few hours ago at one of the surface colonies which was lucky enough to obtain a magical shield that prevent a fair amount of the toxic air to pass through it, members of the Butcher’s soldiers were out fitting themselves with the black armour which had hidden respirator masks in each of them as a sergeant of the Butchers soldiers then informed this group. –
(Sergeant)”Alright, I’m going to make this brief and simple. You got air enough for you to survive at least two to four days give or take if you tire easily. You all know that the air outside this dome is clearly toxic to anyone that cannot breathe this kind of air so there may be a slim chance that your species is the lucky one but the statistics are against your favour so if you remove that helmet you die out there…Meats roam the land make no mistake they will attack you so you better know how to fight or how to attack as decoy. Once you step out of this dome you will face the full ferocity of this planet’s wrath, those who had left this planet left us to die there is no mistake that Butcher believes that each and everyone one of you have the capabilities to overcome the planets wrath. It is your mission to eliminate this plant.”
–The sergeant would show a hand printed picture of a large pink spotted mushroom-(Sergeant)”We had discovered that this particular plant is the root of our problems for it makes poison air, you men and women are to go out and get rid of this planet so that we may be one step closer to project Terra…This may be a heavy burden that that Butcher lays upon your shoulders make no mistake he believes that you are capable to overcome this and he places his faith onto you so in a similar fashion I place my faith onto you…Now move out, show these plants what we are capable of but more so show those who had dared left us behind that we are stronger than them.”
–After the three hour has passed these group of five men and five women had suddenly appeared before the android known as Torment. Apart from the black armour that seemed to have successfully hidden traces of their gender, they seem to be carrying swords on their backs, and vials of red liquids on their belts. As they saw Torment did they stopped to take a look at it for let’s face it no one said anything about a armoured man being out here in the desert.
As one of the group realizes how much breathable air they had left did one of them tapped the arm of one of their comrades to which each would just nod at each other before turning around and the group head off to the direction of the magic dome colony.-
TheGorya: -A figure of a man would walk out from the shadows of a tower as his eyes were closed at this time feeling the living life around him of the broken hallowed out tower he was on it was tall yet vastly noticeable as he opened his eyes. He looked out to the world he awoke to he looked around seeing ruin around him. His bright blue glowing eyes that seemed alive themselves saw life within the ruin around him. his black clothing was very hard to see detail of what he had on. His goggles were hanging from his neck as his shirt was under his jacket but was slightly faded black. His sword that was hanging on his hip was dangling.
He looked around as his skin seemed flawless yet in the light was very scared. The scars were slight but not all that seen of his skin they might have been light scratches at one point his black but highlighted red was spiked back. He looked up to the sky seeing nothing had changed to life’s creation. He stopped and touched his hard as a sound came from deep within his throat as he stood at the tall peak of this tower that was covered in ruin.- “gaer h’uena zhahus natha tresk’ri bri wun thalack nin nindel udos ph’ghil udos zhal naut el dal olt xey’los” –The man spoke these words in a tune of sort a song but in a tongue long forgot by the knowledge of men. he continued as his song seemed to echo to a far distance as sound was his power as a Sound spirit wolf clan member of the Cherokee.
This tune would seem peaceful but harsh when spoken.- “Usstan dro ussta dro ‘zil uss natha t’larryo kal’daka natha dwalc athiyk ‘zil usstan z’hin nindol reliq thac’zil h’uena morfel a ussta yah nin morfel a jalbyr nindel usstan xun naut kyorl ‘zil natha deity usstan daewl whol ussta senger ussta deity ulu doer rath lu’phlyle vel’bol zhah liad’retlah “ –his heart was poured into this he was in fact not aware of anyone else that was alive. He believed to be alone in this world he sang of his way. His way of his clan of his life. The way of the warrior the way of the sword. He was seeking a way to find a meaning. His song continued now singing of his fallen wife and children he so failed to protect in his life as tears form around his eyes as they rolled down his cheek as his hand would swing up into the air almost praising the sky.- “Usstan hojjau ulu sslig’ne mina ‘zil usstan el ghil maglust xuil nau iklnig usstan daewl ulu ragar folbol d’iklnig ulu xun uk vel’uss usstan inbal hojjau usstan z’klaen sslig’ne folbol d’l’i’dol d’l’killian qualla belbau uns’aa natha tz’orm whol uns’aa ulu dro ka naut usstan zhal plynn ussta dro ‘zil l’i’dol d’l’sargtlin usstan zhal alu qualla jal ultrine yah belbau uns’aa folbol ulu falduna” –he stood there continuing his song of peace, love, and horrid memories as his sound was being forced to being thrown out further than normal men could sing.
He was of course a wolf but only of the sound spirit. His sword that was on his hip seemed to vibrate with a melody of its Masters voice giving a sweet tune to go with his echoing blissful voice as Brisinger was in resonance with its master it voice was a dangerous as it wielder. He continued standing and waiting for the sign of meaning.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- On the streets of Lorewall, the movers and shakers, the clans men of the Fuyu no arashi, were leaving the meeting at the financial building of the clan, in various modes of transportation. In an alley just off the main street, two cloaked beings appeared, shimmering into view, and scaring one cat lady who was pushing a trolley. The old lady picked up a broken umbrella and shook it fiercely at the two, whilst a chorus of meowing, came from her tattered coat, hair, and cart.
“Evil…I know it when I see it.”- she croaked, her face dirty, eyes blood shot from the booze she relied on to live each day. Taru pulled up the hood, well over her head, eyes of pure black staring out of pitted halos, that were her eyesockets. Taru took two steps towards the old woman, and gently pulled back her right sleeve, revealing her bare wrist. “You poor dear. Here, let me remove that burden from you.” With no warning, or sound, she snapped back her wrist, firing an icky goob towards the woman’s eyes. The toxin within the webbing soaking into the woman’s eyeballs, causing her to drop the umbrella, scratching at the webbing and her face, trying to remove the blinding webbing.
Taru snorted as she picked up a kitten and stroked it. “Aren’t they sweet? I think I like this one.”- Taru’s jaw dropped open and then stuck out as large razor sharp teeth were exposed, and her snake like tongue whipped out, and seized the meowing kitten, snapping its neck and taking it into her mouth, which she chewed on loudly, loud enough for the blinded cat lady to hear. Once you could see the kitten go down Taru’s throat, Taru licked her claws and chuckled. “Bit crunchy, but a meal is a meal.” Sora fell in silently behind Taru, as the two would walk out of the alley, leaving the woman crying and screaming for assistance.
On coming out to the main street, Taru spotted all the important looking people leaving the Fuyu No Arashi headquarters. She immediately spotted the large flower symbol and grinned. “So…this is the fabled clan…The world is at war, and yet…its business as usual.”- Taru glanced back at Sora and said. ‘Don’t you find that…odd?” – Sora shrugged- “I know very little about this city, except it has embraced technology, unlike those of Harstens.”- Taru placed her arms deep within her sleeves and started to walk towards the entrance. “Indeed.” <3>
TormentedPerfection: TORMENT’s vision adjusted to the surroundings. As he stalked while holding the body, the sight was quite agonizing. He knew that there were dead people out here. And it was unnerving. To think that such a place could end up this way. He didn’t know what happened, but maybe In the midst of all this destruction, there was a whole evolution process that just took out the meaning of ordinary. Made ridiculous monsters and so.
While TORMENT was only activated, he knew where he came from. A nice little lab under Lacardis. And he knew well that to put a facility like that, one must be rather in a habitable place. And he refused to believe that this was habitable. His sneer came , although it was weird for a mechanical contraption to do that. Holding his hand out, his large mandibles hissed at the air. How far sis the next habitat, anyway? Should he just disable himself and fade from reality, even? That would be a better choice. To rid himself of this wasteland. Tilting his robotic head, he actually stopped and considered the idea. Before his AI sensed a presence.
His head cranked t the left, glancing at a couple of black clad warriors, armed to the bones. At first, they stared at each other, unmoving. The android was about to make a move, but they all turned around and left. Sighing, he knew he did not have a choice. The InsecteDroid swiftly ran, if they didn’t have much of a speed however, the Android would’ve easily face their front. But instead of trying to find out, he stopped right behind them. An option for speech coming up as he decided to converse. But it was quite hard considering his speech was still not fully initialized.
“AI: WHAT DO YOU PICK “HI. HOW ARE YOU. WHERE AM I. FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.” The Android opened it’s fanged robotic mouth, his voice took the form of a normal teenager as he made his choice. “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLES.” He was quite pleased with himself! First ever conversation he had since ever. And he was sure that they didn’t want to rip his head off. After all, he was polite. Wasn’t he? Fat chance. Little did the Android know that he just possibly caused hostility between him and the explorers. Tilting his head, the android once more got an option. “AI: GESTURES: WAVE, HAND POINTED, OR MIDDLE FINGER?” Well, third place is best. The android raised its arm, pointing a middle finger at the group. Oh poor Android.
DarksiedtheLegend: -At Lorewall, at the Fuyu no arashi clan financial head quarters if Taru and Sora were to enter this building the first thing they would see is the various guards that patrolled the lobby. These security guards seemed to be wearing a bullet proof vest over a white shirt, while clearly carrying a holster that holds a pistol or Glock, brown pants and shoes.
While they seemed to be busy patrolling the lobby floor, only one security guard was sitting behind a desk that had security cameras that showed the outer premises of the building so as to catch anyone who would dare attack a member of the Fuyu no arashi clan. Now if Tau and Sora were to come up to this security guard would he then respond.-(Security guard)”Do you have an appointment? And if so do you have an appointment with who exactly so that I can call to confirm with said person and or to find out if the person is currently in the building at this very moment or the person has left already. ”
–Back on the surface world of the dead nation did the ten person group of the patrol was rushing to get back for one of them discovered that they had only one hour of remaining breathable air left as they were rushing to get back to their colony did that armoured being started to chase them but when he stopped somewhere behind them and made that piety insult rather than answer to his insult the group on patrol decided to continue running besides what’s the point of wasting precious air to insult a teenager… was it a teenager? Oh who cares just keep running back to the colony as one of them thought to himself besides even if they decided that they should respond why here of all places? why not closer to the colony but as they continued running did one of the group noticed that this armour stranger had flipped them the bird… oh he is a teenager thought this one member of the group.
After all they are a wee bit daft in the head, after all didn’t someone made a quote youth never listens or see what their elders are doing; they just do whatever they want to do without realizing the consequences of their action until it was too late… As the group continued running towards the colony in an attempt to try and get closer to it did they notice the gleam of the magical dome as some of them seemed to be very cheery at this site as some of them started to run a bit faster to try and get to the other side of the dome and back into the colony.
Now deep in the sewers did the artificial sun rise as Rider was still asleep resting in her comfortable bed of furs content with her dreams not having any of that craziness in them like the Butcher dream or the Butcher is your father or even the masked monsters from the procession tried to grab hold of her instead her dream was one she usually have her up in the surface feeling the sun on her body and feeling the cold air she used to remember when she was kid especially the time that Mister Digger brought her to the surface to see the sun, the moon, the stars and even the blue ocean.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Standing outside the entrance, the pair of Bebilith elders watched through the darkened glass doors, to see it was well manned with security personnel, which was no surprise really, for such an impressive looking building. The streets now, had more or less become deserted, as the curfew was enforced by the government, in the event of attacks from the Astartes, who were moving across the country. With Captain’s forces creating a ring like defence line around the city limits, the city itself, was almost like it was cut-off from the rest of the nation.
Up overhead, flew a strange building, like a magnificent castle; Skycastle. The very one, that Taru’s brother Izu did command. Taru glanced skyward, and she closed her eyes, getting a mental image of her brother, seated at the command chair, in the flight deck. Sora watched his sister, and he too, used the same ability, looking up at the sky. “Izu…is up there.”- He said with a curious expression. “He’s certainly gone up in the world.” Taru shrugged her shoulders lightly, and didn’t seem to fussed. “Time for family reunions later. I am more curious about this building, and what lay inside.”- Heading to the main doors, they opened with a light hiss, sliding back, as the two robed beings, approached the security desk.
(Security guard)”Do you have an appointment? And if so do you have an appointment with who exactly so that I can call to confirm with said person and or to find out if the person is currently in the building at this very moment or the person has left already. ” Taru drew back her hood, revealing her winter white locks, and her brother did the same, both had the mark of the spider on their necks, children of Lore. “I didn’t think that Carrendars needed an appointment. My brother, Sora and I wish to see the head of this…organisation.”- She took up one of the business cards from a holder and toyed with it. “If he or she is not here, we will be on our way.”- She flicked the card back at her brother, who caught it on the full and stared at it. <3>
TheGorya: The man on top of this tower was still singing as his voice would carry still singing his song as it slowly came to an end as he looked down seeing a city he of course was looking down as this hallowed tower was not known to him as he had just awoken as he was put to rest from his battle of war he couldn’t remember what the time was or the year for that matter he looked back as he could see this tower was of course been through hell and back. He sighed as he didn’t know the tower either as he looked at it with interest. He would see many lively people walking through the town of course his blade still playing the melody of his song as he hummed. The sound around him was flowing through his body with meaning almost like he was one with sound itself as if it was in resonance with him. his humming was loud enough to echo out again as he looked for a way down from this perch he awoke on as he could see many people looking at him from below like he was disturbing a land sight. He sighed as he stooped his humming and patted Brisinger as he said in a very soft but deep tone.- “Brisinger ….Hush. we are drawing attention to ourselves. This town we awoke from seems to be different from the beginning of the Cherokee nations.”
–Brisinger would hush as words were muffled as its spiritual voice sounded to him as it sounded like a voice as the magical sword spoke with a voice of the past that only one Carrendar would know of his placement of his soul.- “It’s a town called Lorewall. You have been summoned here Conan. Thou must find the one named Charlotte Carrendar. She will guide you if she is alive that is. She is one I remember before my death. Find her or her family and speak the words The Gorya is dead for I am the whisper of his voice….”
–Brisinger hushed once again as it stopped its talking as it went silent. Conan looked down as he grabbed its hilt as he unsheathed it as growled at it yelling- “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN I KNOW YOUR ONLY SHADOW’S VOICE AND SPIRIT BUT COME ON!” –Conan was angry yes but of course he didn’t even know who this Charlotte was or even who the Carrendar brood was. He was lost in the words or even who was even. He looked down as he saw the people of the town looking at him as he sighed placing Brisinger back its sheath as he leaned forward as he started free falling off the top of the tower as he used his body’s strength for his landing as he spun taking as little bit of sound. He used his voices deep pitch to form the sound on his feet as he crashed into a pile of rubble making a giant blast of sound as he landed on his feet the sound helped give him a soft landing but he staggered a bit as he said in a deep tone
– “Ouch… not as young as I once was” –he knew he had been in a long deep sleep of course he was questioning how he even ended up in this time frame of this world or even if he was placed by some god. He looked around as he made his way out of the rubble and out into the streets seeing he was drawing way to much attention to himself as he looked at few people trying to act normal as he walked down the closet main street-