Ark1002

I'm very curious as to how you did that with Elandera's name. I didn't really get to be active in this game. I always sign up for two games and only end up really playing one The concept was really cool though! (also if someone would explain why or how I was lynched that would be great)

He smirked and shook his head, as if amused by her ignorance. "On Roshar, there's a saying." He looked at her, and suddenly his face was dead serious. "Shardbearers can't hold ground." The tail shot out, knocking him down. The creature raised it's tails, and prepared to kill him, mandibles clacking. ~-~-~-~-~ Far in the sky, Dark Phoenix still surveyed the city. She hadn't moved, just flapped in place. Her gaze sometimes zoned in on something. She had watched a battle on a rooftop, a Minotaur slaughter it's way through minor soldiers, a trap with a forcefield. A mouse getting eaten by a cat. All entertained her equally, none holding her attention for long. For she was a creature of the air, a god among ants, and the affairs of the mortals was something far beneath her. But then she heard something. She recognized a scream with the small part of her that retained any human feelings, words, memory. But why had this intrigued her? What about this scream, out of the thousands of howling voices in the city, crying for mothers, crying in rage, crying out of fear, had gotten her attention? There didn't seem to be anything special about the voice. When the scream came again, she zeroed in on the voice, her incredible eyesight moving perfectly to the source. It was... a teenage boy? She felt confusion. Why would a teenage boy hold her attention? Nothing seemed special about him. Inquisitive, she sent a mindlink to him, figuring out who he was. He had spikes. That might explain it, but plenty of those within the city had spikes. The spikes didn't affect his voice. Then she noticed something. Deep within her, a small voice was building. It was tiny, and she barely heard it. But it was there. And it was screaming. She shook her head, snorting a burst of her dark fire and literally cooking a nearby turkeyparrotbatthing. She raised her wings, and flapped up, then toward the scene, determined to get rid of this strange boy who was interfering with her mind. As she finished this thought, the screaming got louder, to the point it was giving her a pounding headache. This made her all the more determined, which made the headache worse, which, in turn, made her even more determined. Then, a building or two away, she pulled up short. Her mind had finally picked out what this strange scream was saying. It was a name, a human name. Mike. Her body shook, sparks flying out around her. The name triggered something within her. She no longer wanted to kill the handsome... her thoughts trailed off. What was happening to her? A human? Attractive? She snorted again, and prepared to put an end to whatever he was doing. But this time, the scream changed to words again, a chant. Don't kill him don't kill him don't kill him She shook her head, purple-red mist eyes moving in and out of focus. She watched as the scorlionmanbat raised it's tail to strike him down. It looked like her problem had been solved for her. The tails began moving, but the chant began again. Save him save him save him She shook her head, trying to clear it. And then it came back to her. She had loved this human, wanted to be with him, been scared that she wouldn't be loved by him. She was going to save him. ~-~-~-~-~-~ The Manticorus moved. It's tails flashed forward towards Mike, so fast they were blurs in the air. And then, inches from him, the tails stopped. Or, rather, stopped existing. The ends had been burnt off. It howled in pain, stepping backward over it's tail, falling. In the air in front of Mike was a Phoenix. A giant, black Phoenix. It stared at the Manticorus, and for the first time, the Manticorus knew true fear. When it moved, the Manticorus whimpered. When it struck, the Manticorus accepted it's fate. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Bellatrix dropped to the ground in front of the charred corpse, it's tails burnt off, it's wings full of burnt holes, its face a bubbling mess of black cracks. She wore no clothes, and knelt in front of Mike. Her hair had no highlights left, and was only white. Her gray mark was visible on her arm. Something had changed though. Her back now had a tattoo. Curled wings, made of fire, pitch black. Her violet eyes looked at Mike, and tears ran down her face. Her lips moved silently, no sound coming out, mouthing I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Then, naked, exhausted, afraid, Bellatrix collapsed on the ground, unaware of the world

It's not a magic system... (except psykers, which I agree should be removed). It's just people with advanced tech. Chaos Marines have always been a great enemy. My other problem is that it's a guild. My personal belief is that we should limit it to guild members. But as long as we get rid of psykers, I feel like everyone here is intelligent enough to look at it and realize what it means. Power armor is basically shardplate. Blasters are... guess what. Blasters. If everyone here can understand the entire Cosmere and the reckonerverse and the rithmatist earth and the alcatraz earth and all the other stuff, I don't get how they can't understand simple tech. My other thing is: if we're sticking with Brandon stuff, he has a world with power armor. So we could easily just have the Black Crusade be people using this. We also have a world with physical enhancements. All of this can be replicated, this is just more simple.

Guys, It's my character. Anthony is a different character. hellbent is the one I submitted. Hurt Lusk, Heal Wes Deteca - 5 Safire - 6 Tamika - 5 Ember - 5 Nultūk - 3 GWLU - 5 Ben - 5 Grey - 4 Brandy - 5 Butt - 7 Tom - 7 Silence - 6 Wes - 6 Lusk - 1 Hellbent - 4 Ghanderflaffle - 5

Ark snaps his fingers, and a party starts. Because reasons.

@Truthless of Shinovar

Umm, sorry, but no. Anthony and Hellbent are vastly different people. I can't let that change stand. Also, can I call dibs on the next Hurt and Heal? I meant to do it this time, but I forgot to ask in time

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I have a complaint with the fact that 40K is on the poll again. We already had this discussion last era, it's gonna be tiresome if it comes up every era. Also, I argue that it's similar to how we can't tone down the DA. It's longstanding lore. Sure get rid of phykers (spelling correct?) and that, but keep space and chaos marines (or as I accidentally called them in a conversation, spaos marines). There's at least two people with space marine characters, and they're established lore.

I'm submitting Hellbent

The scrap city is something me and Woodrack are working on. We have a lot of ideas.

Anthony grabbed the child, stepping back and grabbing his staff. ~-~-~-~-~ Ambrosia growled, gripping the gemheart and the twins tightly. He shook his head. "He's powerful. What I know is classified, all else is beyond my rank." The tails shot out, slashing through the sand, turning it black. Most of the bullets deflected, and the others did very little damage. ~-~-~-~-~ The creature tried to push its way through, slowly decaying it. It climbed up the shield, down the shield, decaying it more. Finally, there was a hole. It rushed forward, trying to get to the shield. Then... 100%. The grunt stepped to the edge of the building, leaning forward. And fell. Underneath her, a helicopter materialized. She dropped in, and the helicopter dissipated. She turned off her aons, but grabbed the mans shirt. "Take off your clothes. All of them. Put this on." The grunt slid forward underwear, and a prison suit, grey with a nightshade flower on the black. She handed the man a canteen of water. The tails grabbed the now falling Mike, and put him on the ground in front of the Manticorus. It blasted it's wings out, shielding the area from Wes or Tels.

He nodded. "They are. But Lord Ajax... Lord Ajax is very powerful as well." The beast was ready. It let go of the living soldier, throwing him into the grenade. It blew up, taking the soldier with him. He landed with a thump, and stones clattered on the ground. A huge wave of dust and wind flew up around him, washing over the square, as if the Manticorus was the center of an earthquake. It growled, and put one paw forward. It had been about ten feet from Mike, but it's front paw was now five feet from him. He lifted it, readying it to crush him. It brought the sand master close, and pulsed out from outside of it, destroying the tentacles. He sighed. "Then what are we doing here?" It growled, putting up a new shield to deflect it, stepping in and slashing at Deteca's side with it's massive claws. "Thee humans art all the same. Declaring one thing, believing anoth'r. Acting on lies, on hypocrisy. Thee disgust me, and thou art did suppose to beest the valorous guild, the one we can trusteth." It stepped back, uncaring if he had succeeded in his attack. "Thee maketh me sick. Disgusting slime, thee forswear m're than the dark alley. Thee sayeth not aught yond is very much true. T maketh me wisheth i hadst hath killed thee quick, bef're i hadst to witness thy true c'rruption" He growled. "Thee misprise the "evil guild", those who is't sacrifice oth'rs." And when he spoke again, his voice was bitter, biting. "Seemeth to me thee both sacrifice oth'rs f'r thy owneth pow'r"

I'm just imaging giants millipedes flying through the air at the Manticorus. The bullets began hitting, ripping holes in the beasts wings. It growled, refusing to leave it's track towards Mike. As a bullet ripped through the middle of the wing, it curled in it's bleeding wings and dove. @Sorana @I think I am here.

Granted. But you can never move from the spot you're in. I wish for a social life

Unfortunately, that is not the case. well, that explains the size. Now just imagine that, a giant leg, the size of you, deep fried, dripping sauce. Straight from the buffalo.

You joined almost a year later then me... and someone are only about a thousand posts behind...

Might be controversial, but I agree!

Sorry, sorry

I'm not DA, but I'm still sure TUBA isn't the best. GBs are far superior.

He grinned. "Yes, the Bureau wants to win. Not PlasmaCore. PlasmaCore was the building that got melted." He raised his hand, putting it on Aln's arm. The bug crawled off of Aln, onto John's face. He reformed completely. "The Great Guilds pose no threat. The only real danger is the Dark Alley. But Lord Ajax can take care of that."

hmm seems I accidently quoted someone again. Hope that doesn't cause any problems!