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SpiritOfWrath

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  1. His hand is stopped by a sheet of ice that appears in front of Intellect.
  2. We thought you couldn’t control it! Waddoyiumeanwaddoimean? Good. Perhaps, after enough service, I will gift you with Narration.
  3. Intellect snorted. Intellect snorted again. Intellect laughed this time. “You know, it was I who caused this. I had an idea - Fear anticipated it. Power does not always mean success.”
  4. “Put your armor back on. You will need its heat shielding.” Pyk unsheathed his katana, and his armor activated. “Challenge accepted.” Pyk was more confident than he thought he should be. His friends faces still appeared before him… but… it lost its sting The dragon raised its maw, then spewed forth a burst of flame at Pyk. He wasn’t there. He appeared behind the dragon, raising his katana and slamming it downwards. The cavern rumbled as stone crashed downwards and slammed into the dragon. The dragon shifted before it could hit him. ”That is not the type of challenge I was speaking of, little one.” The dragon roared again, and crystal bindings appeared around Pyk. They tightened, carrying him to the ground. A projection of a glowing, crystal man stepped from the dragon. ”With my Ascendance, you must be willing to give me up before the Golden Twin can kill me.” The man extended a hand, and a knife appeared in it. “This is a test of loyalty alone.”
  5. @The Wandering Wizard @Halcyon The Only Ribs?
  6. What about the island… dessert…
  7. “YES. You have a duty larger than you.”
  8. Maybe - I don’t have much time to set up a plot rn, sadly, but I will later today! In the center was a pile of bones. Purple-blue crystal made up the bones, magnificently crafted. Each bone looked like a piece of art, with the skull as the centerpiece. Two long horns rose from the head, and rows of fangs lined the jaws. The bones shifted, picking themselves up to stare at Pyk, its eyeless sockets following him. It extended its skinless wings, lifting itself up in a way that seemed to defy physics. It spoke, the voice the same as the one that spoke in Pyk’s temporary Ascendence, booming throughout the cavern. ”Vessel. You have travelled here in a time of crisis, to prove yourself worthy of the Ascendance. The Golden Twin will try to stop you, once you ascend. Try to destroy Adari once and for all.” The dragon roared, the ground shaking under them. “Prove yourself.” Perhaps… Hmmmm That could be good, yes.
  9. “…so does everyone else.”
  10. I was going to use one of the places I saw in the alleyverse guide, but I think Perses destroyed all the candidates
  11. Scribe is currently doing nothing. Yea, a very special one… Remember when Pyk tried to get Asher to fly, and then unloaded some trauma about fire? It doth be that dragon. Breathing deeply, Pyk stepped into the cavern. He frowned, realizing that he couldn’t feel the Adari within him. That… was probably bad.
  12. Bastion Of Chaos Bastion looked down at the sabers in his hands, noting irritably that his mask was dimming his vision. He may have to requisition a new one. Sighing, he closed his eyes, internalizing what he remembered of the room around him. Opening his lightsabers, he fell into a ready stance as the training droid across the room sprang to life. This one was modified to model the moves of a Jedi, and given a lightsaber to block his. Feeling for the Force, he sprang forwards, breathing evenly as he reached the droid, blocking a blow he both heard and felt, dodging back and falling forwards, fluidly moving between stances as he fought his unseen opponent. And then, he got past the enemy’s defenses. Opening his eyes, he looked to the droid on the ground, giving it a respectful nod. The Jedi that had been accompanying him nodded, then reclaimed his lightsaber from the droid. ”I don’t know if I’ll ever be on that level, Bastion.” Bastion have another, curt, nod. “Thank you for letting me practice.”
  13. That seems boring. ….. Pyk is still blushing. They arrive at the mountain. Pyk holds a hand up, signaling Asher to stop. Drawing a deep breath, he looks in, and quickly draws his head back. “The Monarch is there.” What would you do to become a Narrator?
  14. Kos glares daggers at the man. As in, he looks around for the nearest knife, and throws it.
  15. “Green is not a creative color!”

    Guys

    im bored

    help me

    dhmis

    1. Keke

      Keke

      Here’s a way to not be bored. *whispers* tlt

    2. Through The Living Glass

      Through The Living Glass

      DUUUUUUDE DHMIS IS THE BEST :D:D

  16. … i wish TPBM has never seen snow in their current place of residence.
  17. KANNIHASOME KANNIBALISOME? CANNIBALISM?
  18. YOU are stuck on a dessert island, with solo un pollo and some ration bars. What do you eat first? @TheWanderer
  19. Kaos, introduction/backstory Kaos looked down at the little food he had. Grimacing, he realized he would have to go to town again. Looking at his mother, he hesitantly opened his mouth to ask the question. Under her glare, though, he closes his mouth again. People didn’t like to see her ghost. And… sometimes… her ghost didn’t like to see people. His mother waved a hand, and his food drifted away from him. He sighed. Sometimes she seemed to just… know… what he was thinking. Suddenly, the trees rustled. He swirled, and his mother glided to his side. Out of the trees, a figure wearing a mask appeared. The figure had a careful air, their step trained. They looked up at Kaos, and a voice came from the figure. ”I am here to-“ The figure saw Kaos’ mother, then. Strangers couldn’t see her as well as he could, but they noticed her eventually. The masked figure looked between Kaos and his mother, confused. As they did this, Kaos’ mother spoke, her twisted voice echoing through the forest. ”I… know… you. The Sith, and order devoted to twisting my child away from my teachings.” At this, the figure stepped away hesitantly. The figure started to run, but found themselves trapped, unable to move. Kaos’ mother stepped towards the Sith. “You… will… not… take him.” With this, the Sith stiffened, and died.
  20. *whispers* im confused too Pyk withdrew the arm hurriedly, blushing. You can’t?
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