The Crossroads - Chapter One: Be afraid of the Dark.

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muggtonp

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11-18-2012

((I sense this going badly for me.))
From his back pocket, Cruciatus withdraws a small apparatus, a metal rectangle with a finger-shaped hole in the center. The inside of the hole is razor sharp. Pressing his thumb into the hole, he pushes it down and twists. The device cuts deep into his finger and his mana-infused blood begins to slowly ooze like oil from the gash.

Cruciatus then replaces his bloodletter. He holds his two hands up and about shoulder level. With his uninjured hand, he touches his index and middle fingers to the wound before drawing them apart. As he does this, the space between his two hands is bridged by blood. Finally, his hands as far apart as they can possibly get, the blood detaches from his three fingers and forms a floating volleyball sized globe in front of him. Cruciatus's thumb wound, though unhealed, is no longer bleeding.

The globe splits in half, and in half again. The four globes begin to orbit lazily around Cruciatus.


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Luparis

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11-19-2012

Surrounded, cornered by Darkeye and his associates, the blood fiend stared with no eyes. It banged its clawed fingers together, thenturned its gaze to the mercenary which allowed it to exist. The man lay helpess, squirming, bleeding from his head, trying to crawl away.

It hovered closer, ignoring those around it and let out an otherworldly scream. Its shriek would of been heard for leagues, a body wrenching nightmare, sending chills up all their spines. An arrow shot through the creature, fllowed by two more arcane arrows that had little to no effect. The blood of the creature spilled frward onto the dark ground and vanished, turning into shadow spots.

"Help!" The mercenary cried out, he lifted his hands to shield himself from the crimson shadow. As he did, it lifted its own claws, pounced and thrust into the man over and over, from torso to neck to face, shredding the man piece by piece until it sunk its bloody fangs into him.

That's when something interesting happened. One of the warriors was using blood... The life force in all creatures. It licked its fangs, reared its head and eyed the circling globes around Cruciatus. As it did, the creatures form began to slowly dissipate, melting away, turning black and melding with the earth. One of Cruciatus' globes burst, probably too soon and gave way to the form of the crimson shade. Its claws wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, and almost tore out his throat before another shadow tackled it. The mercenaries.


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AskKarthus

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11-19-2012

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Surrounded, cornered by Darkeye and his associates, the blood fiend stared with no eyes. It banged its clawed fingers together, thenturned its gaze to the mercenary which allowed it to exist. The man lay helpess, squirming, bleeding from his head, trying to crawl away.

It hovered closer, ignoring those around it and let out an otherworldly scream. Its shriek would of been heard for leagues, a body wrenching nightmare, sending chills up all their spines. An arrow shot through the creature, fllowed by two more arcane arrows that had little to no effect. The blood of the creature spilled frward onto the dark ground and vanished, turning into shadow spots.

"Help!" The mercenary cried out, he lifted his hands to shield himself from the crimson shadow. As he did, it lifted its own claws, pounced and thrust into the man over and over, from torso to neck to face, shredding the man piece by piece until it sunk its bloody fangs into him.

That's when something interesting happened. One of the warriors was using blood... The life force in all creatures. It licked its fangs, reared its head and eyed the circling globes around Cruciatus. As it did, the creatures form began to slowly dissipate, melting away, turning black and melding with the earth. One of Cruciatus' globes burst, probably too soon and gave way to the form of the crimson shade. Its claws wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, and almost tore out his throat before another shadow tackled it. The mercenaries.
Karthus creates a Wall of Pain on the shadow. He then menacingly speaks to it, "If you want those here alive to join the dead, then I shall have you join oblivion, and with the power of the dead, I shall end you."


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leirynot

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11-19-2012

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Surrounded, cornered by Darkeye and his associates, the blood fiend stared with no eyes. It banged its clawed fingers together, thenturned its gaze to the mercenary which allowed it to exist. The man lay helpess, squirming, bleeding from his head, trying to crawl away.

It hovered closer, ignoring those around it and let out an otherworldly scream. Its shriek would of been heard for leagues, a body wrenching nightmare, sending chills up all their spines. An arrow shot through the creature, fllowed by two more arcane arrows that had little to no effect. The blood of the creature spilled frward onto the dark ground and vanished, turning into shadow spots.

"Help!" The mercenary cried out, he lifted his hands to shield himself from the crimson shadow. As he did, it lifted its own claws, pounced and thrust into the man over and over, from torso to neck to face, shredding the man piece by piece until it sunk its bloody fangs into him.

That's when something interesting happened. One of the warriors was using blood... The life force in all creatures. It licked its fangs, reared its head and eyed the circling globes around Cruciatus. As it did, the creatures form began to slowly dissipate, melting away, turning black and melding with the earth. One of Cruciatus' globes burst, probably too soon and gave way to the form of the crimson shade. Its claws wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, and almost tore out his throat before another shadow tackled it. The mercenaries.
Takuma decided to try once more to harm the creature, even though he doubted it would work. Still, the silver tip of the whip made several slashes at the creature.


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Luparis

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11-19-2012

Again, the creature hissed - throwing off the shade that lunged onto him. His claws sliced forward, rending air and ripping the shadow to pieces. It turned to Karthus, body locking up, freezing and writhing in pain for a brief moment until the silver tipped lash cut into its bloody form.

"Get away from the creature, I said! The fiend cannot enter this manor. Back away and let the Isles deal with it." Darkeye said, a light glow moving down his arm and brightening his broad sword. As it grew brighter, his eyes grew darker. For a moment, he looked unsteady. "In..side."

The creature voiced in a demonic growl, "This realm does not belong to you, lich. An evil far greater than you commands by hand, and by these hands you will all live for eternity in death. Rejoice fleshlings, for the shadow moon grows. Its darkness will swallow you all." As the whip came at it again, the bloody claws snatched it up and wrapped his arm in it. Then jerked Takuma forward, his other claw poised ready to strike.


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leirynot

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11-19-2012

((I don't see how it can wrap Takuma's arm in the whip, since he was attacking the thing using the whip's full length, which is about 20 feet, the handle of the whip is about a foot long.))


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Luparis

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11-19-2012

((its own arm, not yours.it wrapped its arm and pulled you))


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leirynot

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11-19-2012

((Oh, okay then.))

Takuma stumbled, but regained his balance, then drew his shortsword and ran at the shadow, anticipating when the claws would strike, he would drop to dodge under them and slash at the creature with his sword as he slid past it.


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muggtonp

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11-19-2012

Thanks to his magic, Cruciatus's lifeblood oozed slowly from his not-completely-intact throat instead of spraying from it. Blood, it seemed, was clearly going to be completely ineffective against these things. Blood, however, was not the only thing he had at his disposal. The shade probably expected him to be dead, or very close to it. As such, it would not be expecting an attack from this side.

However, despite the fact that it wasn't happening very quickly, Cruciatus WAS bleeding out. He faced a dilemma here; would it be better for him to get out of sight and perhaps heal his wounds, or would it be better to aid Takuma?

Seeing as it would probably be better if everybody was alive, Cruciatus made his decision. Hopefully the yordle who had being laying protective wards would be able to help fix him up if they all managed to survive this. Cruciatus slammed his arm against the ground, shattering it. Forcing the shards out from beneath his skin, he fuses them into a floating blade and hurls the blade from behind the shadow using his magic. Perhaps he can cut through the thing's arm before it takes out the whip user.


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Necromonger

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11-19-2012

It didn't take long for Lizzie to know that she needed to use the sword. Ripping through the rather flimsy knot on it, she wielded the family blade and moved in to assist Takuma.

"...At last..." The warlord's blade glowed with a dull, grayish energy, as Lizzie swung it on the appendage that had entangled Takuma, its ghost-touch properties ensuring that no undead- even those without a physical form- were safe from its bite. Whether it would work as intended or at least make him let go, Lizzie quickly pulls Takuma to a safe distance afterward.

Effective a weapon it was, the sword served as a beacon to undead for dozens of yards around, as though the undead were moths to the flame. The sword was a well of souls, and intelligent undead like Karthus would recognize the blessing and curse the weapon was on the isles.