Vargo Seldon

Yes, wouldn't want any cheaters here. Cheating constitutes of locking this thread and making yours the last post, therefore permenantly winning the game. We can't have that, as winning permenantly is frowned upon. However, if you so choose to cheat, there's probably not much I could do . Have fun, and don't win! Edit: @BringerofShadows, is your rank a quote from Aether of Night?

Algorath surveyed the massacre. It was brutal, violent, and completely unnecessary. They'd restrained him during the fighting, and he was forced to watch, powerless, as innocent people were cut down. After it was done, he knelt on the ground. His tears hit the dirt, as his very soul was split in two. A host knelt next to him, and explained his actions in a patient, infuriating voice. He looked up, murder in his eyes, and a hand shot out to grab it by the throat. He began squeezing, and the thing began suffocating. Letting out every drop of his fury and pent-up rage, he beat it's head with his other hand. His claws raked the dark flesh, making slow bleeding wounds. The other two hosts were on him in an instant. He strangled one with one hand while taking the other two with a sword. It was surprisingly easy, considering how difficult the last fight had been. He turned from the other two and looked the host in the eye as it died. With a jolt, he recognized it as Karl, the boy from the alley. His fury faded at once, and he released the boy. It dropped to the ground, clutching it's throat and drawing shaky breaths. The other two let off, and Algorath took his chance to flee down an alley. He could no more have killed the boy now as he could've killed him before his ghastly transformation. The child was just as much victim as the people it mowed down, perhaps more, since he couldn't seek solace in death. That thing was evil. It had to be destroyed. Algorath needed his pack... @Chasmfiend#1

It looks as if I'm hooked. Darn. Well, I hope nobody opens this spoiler...

Keleth smiled. Ahh yes, a police force. He said, "Note that at any moment the Senate can vote to depose the head of defense. Also, without a warrant, the same laws apply to police on the job. If a warrant is issued, they have the right to break the specified law only within limits of the warrant. Baring this, I put my full support behind this." @Darth Woodrack

Does anyone recognize the song reference?

Keleth stood up after a particularly long silence. "It looks as if Vargo's laws pass," he said, "So I shall take this moment to propose another vote. One for the powers of chancellor. I believe that we should finally have a vote. My scribes have assembled a bracket for voting, if all representatives want to be included in this vote. I for one think that all representatives should get a chance to run for chancellor. But if not, then I nominate myself for the office. Can I get a second?" Someone from the back of the room shouted, "Second" Keleth nodded to him and returned to his talk, "If anyone else wishes to nominate someone, feel free." He then sat. @Lord Oryx Meeker @I think I am here. @Dr. Dapper @Silva @Nohadon @Grey Knight (Any reps I missed?)

Is this the world I created?/ I made it on my own/ Is this the world I devastated?/ Right to the bone What have I done, why did I make this?

That's nice, but what is this anyway?

Algorath accompanied Mutig. He saw the slaughter. It wa horrible, but it was justice. He didn't blame the bear for his raw emotions, but he did think that the thing should control himself. The bear fled, and he heard a roar emanate from somewhere in the fens. He would deal with with this. As the cloaked figure called for justice, Algorath stepped forwards. In human form, he possessed a certain elegance and grace that no man could ever attain. He walked forwards with catlike movements, and stood, twin blazing swords in each hand. "Justice?" He asked, "No, I'll tell you what justice is. Yes, the census was foolish, but it doesn't help that you've begun taking people. The people deserve better than a creature made of shadow, a creature that won't hesitate to kill them without a moments notice." He pointed a sword at the thing, "So today, you die." He charged forwards, spinning the blades in his hands. No such grace or skill had ever come to him before. The cloaked thing was strong and fast, obviously strengthened by the shadows. In human form, his fighting had grace and precision. Every move was perfectly executed, with no room for flaw or doubt. In beast form his fighting was frenzied and intense. He slashed and hacked, backed by a seemingly endless well of power. In the course of the fight he shifted back and forth, whichever suited the fight at that moment. How he was human, twirling the blades to slash at the dark thing. Now he was a wolf on all fours to avoid a high blow. Now he was a hybrid slashing with claws and hacking with the blade. The creature he was fighting morphed as well. It had begun as a man, but was now as much––maybe more––shadow as man. He was backed by an ancient and endless supply of fighting knowledge, as well as an almost incorporeal form. Algorath cut through it's middle, but it merely parted and rejoined. He bit it's throat, but it only regrew a head. As the fight progressed, Algorath began to tire. Both of them were showing strain, the creature bleeding black smoke, and pools of it's essence on the ground. He shifted to wolf form and lept at it, bowling it over, he went to human form and tried to stab it through. It looked him in the eye, and Algorath hesitated. A moment's hesitation was all the thing needed. It threw him across the ground, blades skittering away. He rose like a black spirit, hovering over it's victims. Algorath's tired head looked up, noting the foulness of it. With defiance in his eye, he spat at it as it descended. A small boy who had been watching, had seen the true nature of the thing unveiled. As had most of the spectators. They new that the wolf-man spoke true, and now, he was going to die like a martyr. As one, they charged forwards. It would kill many of them, but superior numbers plus the already tired creature prevailed. It lay dead on the street, like a deflated sac of ink. It was formless. Evil. And it was dead.

Algorath froze in the air. His brief burst of power from evolving was fading fast. He began to lose altitude. This was not good. He had now fully evolved from Apex to Monster, but was still not powerful enough to take this thing on. His power faded completely and he dropped to the ground. In human form his claws morphed into a pair of ebony swords at his sides. He drew them and saw that they still glowed faintly. Reluctantly, he turned from the building and walked away. If they would die for his quixoticism, there was no point in attempting a rescue. They would need to leave and plan this out. @Sorana @Turtle373 @Chasmfiend#1

Algorath looked towards Mutig. He was asking his advice. When had that started happening? Mutig used to hate him, and now he was looking to Algorath for advice. It was a bad situation. Darkness all around. Amara and Chadwick held at the top. There was no way out without someone dying. They needed an advantage. "Light," he whispered, "That should do it. Only problem is we haven't a light source." This was it. The time to evolve. He had built his reputation around himself, even before he entered the city. He would no longer be a creature to be feared. A thing of the shadows. He would be defender of man and beast equally. He would live in both worlds, fighting for both worlds. Darkness would tremble at his approach. As the shadows closed in, he spun, slashing with his claws. Inky blackness flowed from dark wounds as his claws cut into it. He realized that his claws were glowing, and were hurting the creature. Amara. If he continued to fight, she would die. This only drove him deeper into a frenzy. His whole body was glowing now, driving the thing back. His claws elongated by several feet, and suddenly they joined into two swords in his hands. His reach now longer, his weapons spun with deft skill in his hands, slicing through darkness. His body began glowing brighter and brighter, the shadows flinching back. His weapons spun faster and faster, whirling about him in a killing frenzy. He suddenly rose into the air, his body erupting with light. His swords became twin spears of light, burning in a raging torrent through the pitch-black monster. The thing shyed back, retreating so far as to release Amara on the rooftop. This was what he was meant to do. Become what he was meant to be. He was now a monster. As he rose into the air to collect Amara, his form flickered, going back and forth between wolf and man. As he alighted, they settled and became something new. The best qualities of both. The ingenuity and intelligence of a man, the instinct and heightened senses of a wolf. The strategy and dexterity of a man, the raw strength and power of a wolf. He was a monster. @Chasmfiend#1 @Sorana @Turtle373

Taz listened to the brief exchange with faint interest. Taxes weren't really his... thing. However, the rumors that this could be the place made him perk up. He briefly imaged the whole of the rusts being cured. The fallen lands reclaimed. New lands discovered. It would be the beginning of a whole new era. One he would welcome with open arms. He'd need to gather a party of willing men though. It would take time. He'd need to begin to explore the city. He walked over to Bill after he was done. "Have you ever considered the rumors about this place?" He asked. Bill, as expected, reacted badly. "You mean the rumors of this 'salvation'? I'll tell you what I think about that," he said, then spit on the ground. "'Salvation' doesn't put food on the table. You're a good fighter, and from what I've seen, a good man. Many good men have been ruined by that rusting myth." He shook his head with dry amusement, "I wouldn't lose a fighter like you to some rusting wild hog chase." Taz stepped back, smiled, and said, "All I'm saying is that you should consider it. I'd rather live than survive. If we starve in the process, it'd be better than this half-life we're living now." He looked suddenly grave, and stared his employer straight in the eye. "All our existence has come to is scrounging up water, food, and good company. We've sunk so low," he gestured to the dead bandits, "As to have to defend one of the basic needs of life. I remember a time when everyone wasn't so caught up in the moment. When we had time to enjoy things. Before all of the rusting water rusting rusted away. If we survive at the cost of our souls, I'd rather die trying to regain them." He turned from Bill and headed to his shack for the night. @Snipexe

He smiled, though the kid couldn't see it through the suit. Sometimes the lack of emotions was annoying. "That's there problem," he said, "And if there problem becomes my problem––" his voice became suddenly grave, "––then I'll deal with it."

Stormbreaker nodded his thanks, and threw it down without so much as a though about adverse effects. And apperently there weren't any, for he didn't look any worse for wear after he drank it. For a moment, he looked confused, then it dawned on him. "By the five visions," he swore, "I can't get drunk on colors-cursed alcohol. Or anything." He sighed and set the cup down. He heard shouting from outside on the street, and rushed out to see what the fuss was about. Another portal had appeared, and it was taking both armies away. He shouted in alarm, and commanded his men to run straight into it. How many would he lose this time? Both armies plunged into the swirling portal, but a few were blocked. Locked out, you might say. Once both armies, the yetis, and the humans were gone, these lone soldiers looked on with melancholy at the busy streets. Then they turned and headed back inside the bar. Nothing like losing yourself after losing your army.

Pancakes are so much better, always will be better, and always have been better than waffles. In fact, pancakes are so good, they deserve a superlative. Pancakes are the best.

Here's Galvris's bio @Voidus or @MacThorstenson The "recent times" part is the only neccessary part. I included the rest for reference.

Stormbreaker was about to answer, when he was interrupted by an eccentric little fellow preaching the time. He shrugged and turned back to answer. "Stiffest you got," he said, momentarily forgetting that he couldn't get intoxicated, "I need to be thoroughly smashed after a day like today."

Algorath panted, flinging a piece of black shadow aside. He laughed like a jackal and said, "I doubt we can heal it. What we need is to find Amara. She's our best hope of survival, being a healer." He paused, smelling the air, "I can scent her trail. I can track where the thing took her. We'll need to fight our way through, but we do what we need to do." He started off down a tunnel, hoping the others would follow. @Chasmfiend#1 @kenod @ZincAboutIt @MacThorstenson

Jorel looked on with interest.

Algorath parried as best he could. The thing was as fast as lightning, striking and recoiling. As soon as he slashed through one tendril, two more took it's place.

Right after the yetis appeared, The air bent again. This time, it was an army of seemingly normalish humans. The man at their head was unmistakable. Stormbreaker, god of protection. He looked about in confusion, seeing where they were. He looked up at the sign. "Odd Job Tavern". Strange. He could only assume that this was a cruel trick of some epic. He glanced at the army of yetis, and realized that it was much smaller. Small enough, in fact, to fit in the crowded street. He took a look at his own army, and noticed that it had also diminished in size. Must be designed to fit the place, he thought. His army included His top men; Edalb (now under his controllers control temporarily), Hasharan (also under his control), and Hasharan's elites. Plus a few companies of men. This would be difficult to explain. He needed a drink. He, Edalb, and Hasharan wandered in through the doors of the tavern. Stormbreaker leaned on the counter, setting his helm down beside him. "I need a stiff drink," he said to the bartender. @Invocation

Algorath growled and swung at the thing as it closed in around him. He looked up in little surprise as Mutig revealed the true nature of the thing. The rest didn't seem so surprised either. No matter how hard it might try, it could never mask it's foulness.

The thing seemed friendly enough, and it had healed Mutig. But he'd seen the results of it's handiwork. Victims gone in the night with nary a trace. Scents didn't lie either. The thing smelled... foul. Like something had died then was brought back to life by evil magic. Lilia started to walk towards the thing. Algorath uttered a warning, but the thing probably wouldn't dare right now.

Hmm. Read the books and seen the movies, but never read the silmarillion or any other lore books.