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- HELL
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BY SURTR'S BLADE - A Heavy Metal Apocalypse
- Thread starter TheOneMoiderah
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- She/Her
[X] Loot the corpses.
What's the point of wanton murder if you don't get the goodies afterwards?
What's the point of wanton murder if you don't get the goodies afterwards?
- Don't You Dare
- Location
- HELL
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- They/It
[X] Loot the corpses.
But of course.
One of the more intact corpses seems to just be missing her head; the armor she's wearing is still somewhat warm to the touch, but as you quickly take a closer look, the gambeson, chainmail and tunic underneath is intact. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull open the leather straps. The metal is still somewhat small, but it's no matter. You grab another breastplate and melt them together. Your powers make short work, and while it's not the best, you can deal. The crude look of the armor suits you. You put on the gambeson, then the chainmail. What would be loose on the woman underneath is perfect for you. You'd put on the tunic but you needn't care that much. Leggings, chains, then plate, you stand in a full suit of armor.
But you needn't put on a helmet. You'd be melting it off your skull the second you started getting enraged. Given that your blade is fueled by that; it's kind of a problem.
You wrap a scarf around your neck and take a deep breath. Your armor and gear glows a bright red for a second, as you flex your fingers and sign into the sky.
"This armor belongs to me now."
The armor glows with your name inscribed in an ancient tongue, the symbols of gods; personal friends of yours, really, long-since dead. You'd be sadder if it hadn't been, you know, trillions of years since the first Ragnarok.
Your hands glow with your name scribbled on them, your chest with Odin's firstborn, your back with Odin's second, your feet and legs with the names of the Valkyries. The hilt of your weapon shimmers in response, and you can't tell if it's enraged or melancholy.
"You will return to your duty shortly." You say as you turn back towards the castle. "For now, however, we walk." You begin your slow march to the castle...
That is, before it vanishes in the blink of an eye.
You suddenly feel a migraine coming on. "Oh by the..." You breathe in through your nose, then out through your mouth. Sparks fly out, as every single swear you've learned over the ages crosses through your mind.
Really you shouldn't be surprised. The king was smart enough to eject you from the premises and send an army after you. It's no wonder that he would have a contingency plan.
But that doesn't stop it from being immensely irritating.
"Fucking shitmonger coward just had to leave like the absolute flabfuckingcumtrumpet he goddamn is I hope he fucks his mother's cocks in hell the absolute rockfuckshitcunt."
[] Find a survivor You'd do this, except you're pretty sure they're all gone, and you're not even sure they'd even want to help you.
[] Go to the site of the castle.
[] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.
[] Set the field ablaze.
But of course.
One of the more intact corpses seems to just be missing her head; the armor she's wearing is still somewhat warm to the touch, but as you quickly take a closer look, the gambeson, chainmail and tunic underneath is intact. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull open the leather straps. The metal is still somewhat small, but it's no matter. You grab another breastplate and melt them together. Your powers make short work, and while it's not the best, you can deal. The crude look of the armor suits you. You put on the gambeson, then the chainmail. What would be loose on the woman underneath is perfect for you. You'd put on the tunic but you needn't care that much. Leggings, chains, then plate, you stand in a full suit of armor.
But you needn't put on a helmet. You'd be melting it off your skull the second you started getting enraged. Given that your blade is fueled by that; it's kind of a problem.
You wrap a scarf around your neck and take a deep breath. Your armor and gear glows a bright red for a second, as you flex your fingers and sign into the sky.
"This armor belongs to me now."
The armor glows with your name inscribed in an ancient tongue, the symbols of gods; personal friends of yours, really, long-since dead. You'd be sadder if it hadn't been, you know, trillions of years since the first Ragnarok.
Your hands glow with your name scribbled on them, your chest with Odin's firstborn, your back with Odin's second, your feet and legs with the names of the Valkyries. The hilt of your weapon shimmers in response, and you can't tell if it's enraged or melancholy.
"You will return to your duty shortly." You say as you turn back towards the castle. "For now, however, we walk." You begin your slow march to the castle...
That is, before it vanishes in the blink of an eye.
You suddenly feel a migraine coming on. "Oh by the..." You breathe in through your nose, then out through your mouth. Sparks fly out, as every single swear you've learned over the ages crosses through your mind.
Really you shouldn't be surprised. The king was smart enough to eject you from the premises and send an army after you. It's no wonder that he would have a contingency plan.
But that doesn't stop it from being immensely irritating.
"Fucking shitmonger coward just had to leave like the absolute flabfuckingcumtrumpet he goddamn is I hope he fucks his mother's cocks in hell the absolute rockfuckshitcunt."
[] Go to the site of the castle.
[] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.
[] Set the field ablaze.
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I must admit that I'm tempted to take the field option and leave even more destruction in our wake, but nah.
[X] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.
[X] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
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- Lickwidget
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- She/Her
Fuck me sideways with a woodchipper. I am sorely tempted.
But no. Let's go get drunk in a crater left by a castle.
[X] Go to the site of the castle.
Pred1059
All you are is an empty muppet
- Location
- Home Sweet 192.168.1.1
- Location
- Germany
[X] Go to a town. You might find someone to help you find the castle.
Dream Logic
An offseason swallow
- Location
- In transit
Wait... the first ragnarok?! Have there been multiple? Besides the fact none of the gods were supposed to survive in the first place. Maybe we're setting off the next one?
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
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- He/Him
[X] Go to the site of the castle.
Can't imagine we're a fantastic investigator but we've probably got godly senses and it seems like magic is less of its own thing necessarily and (ours at least) is worked into smithing, names, ownership and all that jazz. Plus let's be real, if we roll up on the town there will probably be less of a town when we leave. Gods are awe-inspiring and awful. Human sins magnified. They might not always be hostile but they're never "safe" to be around.
Can't imagine we're a fantastic investigator but we've probably got godly senses and it seems like magic is less of its own thing necessarily and (ours at least) is worked into smithing, names, ownership and all that jazz. Plus let's be real, if we roll up on the town there will probably be less of a town when we leave. Gods are awe-inspiring and awful. Human sins magnified. They might not always be hostile but they're never "safe" to be around.
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- Britain
[X] Set the field ablaze.
I heard there were bad decisions to be made and I came as fast as I could.
I heard there were bad decisions to be made and I came as fast as I could.
[X] Go to the site of the castle.
- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It