Kingslayer smiled. “That’s the thing. It’s not a blade…” He sheathed it, locking it closed. “You’ll find many impressive humans in the greater Thread.”
Notblades are something specific to me—they were an attempt for a villain (Madness) to create mock plotblades.
Agony, btw, can only sense sources of pain/minds. Not read them.
The setting is a dark military zone in the middle of the Eternal War.
It is not humans that you fight.
You fight Fear itself.
Alright, these are the signups for the roleplay of the the same name. The rp will be Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Horror, in the same universe as the Great Spirits, focusing on Fear.
You’ve been either drafted or enlisted, and you can make your own background. It’ll be steampunk-modern, and there’s been a famine for some time.
@Through the Living Hope showed interest…
…
(*whisper* @Argenti do you want in on this?)
“Hey. You good? This healing won’t take for long. You’ll probably need more professional help.” He sheathed the blade.
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“What do you mean? I seek not to be defined by the Madness within my core—rather, I seek to do honor to the memory of Bat, my creator.”
“I am known as Agony, the High Notblade of Madness.”
Kingslayer stepped up to the boy, tapping the flat of the blade to his wounded side. Restorative energy flowed from the blade, easing the pain and beginning to heal the boy.
”Sorry. Haven’t picked up much healing—it’s a bit difficult to do so, actually.”
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“You… lie.” It hesitated. “I only wish to ease the pain that I feel”
It’s fiiiiiinnne
Agony nodded, and sat down. “I would provide protection. I sense… great pain, on this island.”
“I sense your confusion, and your presence. I would that you join us.”
Kingslayer nodded, then began to speak in Pikachu’s language. “Don’t worry. I’m… good with languages.”
He laughed at the lightning. “My… you sure pack a punch.” He gestured to the sword, then placed it in the lightning shortly. “This would have been fine—this ‘blade’ has seen a lot— but… it’s probably better this way.”
“It’s the lyin’ ogre slayer
I hope he don’t go dyin’!”
Mayor, the slayer, simply
turned his head and wrote an e
It was not any old letter
It had more magic than you or me!
For it could rewrite grammar
And make it weller and better
@NameIess
Agony regarded him. “I am known as Agony, a High Notblade under Madness.”
I got a good idea and it’s cool—Madness isn’t the only Soul I brought over… not even the only one capable of creating an Archstone…
”I request to know where I am. There is an exceptional amount of… pain… here. Lower your blade.”
His voice was a low sound. A wooden groan and creak, rather than the gravel that his appearance evoked.