Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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drexal15
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Right! Meant to do this earlier, but it slipped my mind. It's time to post Thresh's OP stats!
He's been a champion actually a little bit longer then Verge.
This is before loading that Megadramon. It bumped him up even further.
He's been a champion actually a little bit longer then Verge.
This is before loading that Megadramon. It bumped him up even further.
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Holy shit, our little brother is a real monster.
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Given that he has a Chrome-Digizoid upgrade courtesy of Yggdrasil, he's probably much stronger than a standard BlackGrowlmon. Even before taking into account the fact that he's apparently the reincarnation of Megidramon.
Probably... though it's likely not the same as the difference between say Verge and the average Gryzmon but Growlmon are absurd champions to begin with so he doesn't need to be that buffed up compared to normal.
I'd normally be holding all these heavy hitters in envy.... but quite frankly I'm enjoying the fact that we can keep up with so many of them despite not being one ourselves.
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drexal15
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Thresh is a powerful example of his species and boosted further by the whole "Chosen by Yggdrasil" thing.
Your average Growlmon/BlackGrowlmon would be more along the lines of that mon Verge fought back at Phelesmon's fortress. But yes, it does have packs of champions with stats in the low thousands.
They're not common, especially with Bulwark periodically clearing mon out. But there's a reason not even the Gloaming likes messing with Bulwark.
Thats no good.
Say, I just noticed this. Drunky is:
-Sword wielding
-Honorable
-Crude
-Alcoholic
-Birb Friend
-Sword specialist
-Quite fast for an Angewomon
She's basically one dose of Norse Data way from being a Valkyrimon, which comes in Ultimate and Mega editions, as well as being a legit slide evolution of Angewomon.
Anyone thinks giving her a tankard of mead would do the trick?
I mean dang, she's SKILLED as hell when she can finally move the sword freely.
Luna definitely recognized us. She took pains to leave our friends down but not dead when it'd have been so convenient to kill and load them.
RIP Tailmons
So many dead kitties.
The Host did not do well this battle.
Welp. Time for him to seek out forbidden powers?
Biggest loser this fight, Vortex Island. They lost two Legendary Warriors and a shitload of everything
Huh, wonder whats the story. If theres one beyond Pit and Zealotry
Definitely sandbagging.
...fuck. The Gloaming executed and loaded the Shutumon for Repulsa.
We've GOT to feed Repulsa to Ardat some day.
*Salutes BishopChessmon*
You were too cool to live.
Fanart: Thresh, Ready For Action! Pit, Victory Pose! Pit, Bringing The Pain! Gnaw, The One True Waifu: By KnightRadiant
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
FANART EXTRAVAGANZA!!!!
Grumble Blade! Armored Dinohumon, Thresh The BlackGrowlmon And Luna The Lekismon!: By Demenos
drexal15
Proud GM
I like Thresh the most. Just something about it seems so awesomely Savage.
I like Pit bringing the pain.
Oh yeah.... he was very chill, the Host is almost certainly doing to worse off without him.
But yeah looking at how he managed to stonewall two Ultimates both of whom are very powerful in their own right BishopChessmon was either a beast for his species or BishopChessmon in general are actually crazy strong.
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Knight-Radiant
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Huh...
I wonder if Verge will get promoted?
I mean, we studied under Sir Scratch, the Host just lost some high ranking guys including Sir Tyilinmon, and we have just fought our Third Legendary Warrior and this time we outright won ( )
Considering how they spun the PR on our fight with Wolfmon/Lobomon and the fact that they NEED to have a bright side too this whole thing to keep up morale...
Mayhaps we'll being reading about Sir Verge in the near future?
I wonder if Verge will get promoted?
I mean, we studied under Sir Scratch, the Host just lost some high ranking guys including Sir Tyilinmon, and we have just fought our Third Legendary Warrior and this time we outright won (
)Considering how they spun the PR on our fight with Wolfmon/Lobomon and the fact that they NEED to have a bright side too this whole thing to keep up morale...
Mayhaps we'll being reading about Sir Verge in the near future?
I think any promotions if Verge gets em will probably come about if Verge hits Ultimate if only because at the point he'll probably be swinging at high level Ultimate low level Mege.... especially if his Ultimate is something powerful like a deva.
At those levels of power I'm pretty sure Ork rules start kicking in for most organizations.
At those levels of power I'm pretty sure Ork rules start kicking in for most organizations.
Pretty much why I said the only time I can see it happening is after hitting Ultimate, and even then likely because something with that level of power being able to be ordered around by anyone Sergent or above would be.... weird.
A Rival's Mercy:
drexal15
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[] A Rival's Mercy
=== 3rd Of Wind, Nighttime.
Astamon's gambit had succeeded. Vortex Isle had been set against The Host and in doing so, advanced his grand plans forward by one ever-so-crucial step. Even the Isle's failure to erect the barrier and summary defeat were in the end, simply unimportant in the long run. The fact that the Gloaming had acquired something truly special in the process was just a bonus.
But the lone Dinohumon striding listlessly along cared not for any this. To him the long complicated plans ultimately meant nothing. For the majority of his life, ever since that day, he'd had only two goals important enough to matter. But as time passed, both only seemed to get further and further away. The tumultuous sky above howls, wind swirling into deadly spirals, no longer being corralled by the coven's power, it begins to revert back to its natural pattern.
Staying out alone for much longer would be foolish, but...
Was there even a point in returning?
His clenched hands begin to shake.
The Cripple and its Mutant Beast were strong. Too strong. That was not power any champion should have possessed.
Everything he'd done to prepare for the encounter had been useless. The endless hours of training to his limits. Acquiring arms and armor from Grottemon, even his bargain with Phelesmon… in the end, all of it had been useless.
MetalTyrannomon, Lord Count's second most powerful servant had been torn in half. Their power and potential were simply on a different level than his own and he had a sinking feeling that the gap would only widen.
If they had managed to come so far in such a short amount of time, then he couldn't fathom a way to ever catch up. Not in this lifetime and perhaps not even the next. Once he'd thought himself strong, ready to avenge his lord. But in the end it had been simple hubris. Reality had decreed him to be weak and them strong. Now either could delete him without a second thought and he'd be helpless to resist.
In all his many weeks of existing, the champion had never felt this before. He'd dealt with grief, then anger. But never this… utter hopelessness.
The only thing left from his old life was Youkomon, but even she was stronger than him. Better than him.
And the truth was, all he'd ever done was hold her back.
Now, he could continue the pointless fight, serving the wicked for a vengeance that would never come. Or...
Dinohumon looks down at his sword, bearing the mark of his... friend. Grottemon's heavy blade was sharp, he would only need the barest pressure in the right spot to bring things to an end. The champion raises his sword up... then slams it into the ground with a roar.
"No! No matter what it costs Lord Fugamon will have justice done, I won't let it end like this!" He rises back up, teeth grinding together in fury and yanks the weapon free with a dark grunt.
"Thunderbolt!" A voice screams in the distance.
Dinohumon whirls about, watching as a bright flash of yellow energy lights up night. First there's confusion, after all the Host army had left long ago. Which means, either a straggler, or a battle between Gloaming soldiers. The champion shoulders his blade and darts towards the flashing light.
When he arrives at the scene a minute later, all that remains is a single Sorcerymon collapsed at the bottom of a rocky indentation. The warrior stalks over looking over the defeated magic user, noting how one of the mon's legs had been entirely blasted off. When combined with his other wounds, this mon was on the verge of deletion.
He comes to a stop above the Sorcerymon and raises his blade. As a warrior serving under the Gloaming, it's his duty to finish this champion. Even if he's beaten and utterly defenseless.
His sword plunges down, cutting through the earth beside Sorcerymon's head. The short champion flinches awake, staring at the blue blade in shock.
"... why?"
"You are my enemy, but not a threat. I'm a warrior with honor. Not some a psychopathic Wizard or wrath-filled Beast. Deleting you here would only stain it."
"... that is, rare. And surprising for a member of the Gloaming."
"You'd be foolish to believe the Host boasts better company." Dinohumon bites back, sheathing his great blade once more.
Sorcerymon pauses, then gives a grudging nod.
"The Lord's flock are... not what they once were." Sorcerymon pauses to clear his throat. "Who has hurt you so, Child? I see it written on your face. Pain, anger, sorrow, despair. I will listen... if you wish me to."
"Listen... to me?" Dinohumon blinks at the offer, caught off guard by strange proposal. No digimon had really offered to do something like that before. But... this was neither the time, nor the place. The lizard-mon shakes his head, declining the offer. "My pain is my own.
"Very well child. It is not my place to pry." The one-legged digimon weakly props himself up, and pulls down his coat to offer the enemy digimon a smile. "You may share when ready, but until then. In the Holy Fathers name, I offer you my personal surrender. Young warrior, do you accept?"
"You are... surrendering?" Dinohumon blinks, unsure of how to respond. He hadn't exactly read the rules of how the whole *taking prisoners* thing worked.
"Ah, unfamiliar with the proper procedures?" Sorcerymon murmurs with half-suppressed mirth. "Then please allow this old fool to bequeath the knowledge upon you. Please sit. Back during after Daemon's initial rise-" And so Dinohumon took a seat and listened. His despair forgotten. For now at least.
=== Choose One: (Social Option)
[] Pit The Pidmon.
[] Beat The Stingmon.
[] Imperius Angewomon.
=== 3rd Of Wind, Nighttime.
Astamon's gambit had succeeded. Vortex Isle had been set against The Host and in doing so, advanced his grand plans forward by one ever-so-crucial step. Even the Isle's failure to erect the barrier and summary defeat were in the end, simply unimportant in the long run. The fact that the Gloaming had acquired something truly special in the process was just a bonus.
But the lone Dinohumon striding listlessly along cared not for any this. To him the long complicated plans ultimately meant nothing. For the majority of his life, ever since that day, he'd had only two goals important enough to matter. But as time passed, both only seemed to get further and further away. The tumultuous sky above howls, wind swirling into deadly spirals, no longer being corralled by the coven's power, it begins to revert back to its natural pattern.
Staying out alone for much longer would be foolish, but...
Was there even a point in returning?
His clenched hands begin to shake.
The Cripple and its Mutant Beast were strong. Too strong. That was not power any champion should have possessed.
Everything he'd done to prepare for the encounter had been useless. The endless hours of training to his limits. Acquiring arms and armor from Grottemon, even his bargain with Phelesmon… in the end, all of it had been useless.
MetalTyrannomon, Lord Count's second most powerful servant had been torn in half. Their power and potential were simply on a different level than his own and he had a sinking feeling that the gap would only widen.
If they had managed to come so far in such a short amount of time, then he couldn't fathom a way to ever catch up. Not in this lifetime and perhaps not even the next. Once he'd thought himself strong, ready to avenge his lord. But in the end it had been simple hubris. Reality had decreed him to be weak and them strong. Now either could delete him without a second thought and he'd be helpless to resist.
In all his many weeks of existing, the champion had never felt this before. He'd dealt with grief, then anger. But never this… utter hopelessness.
The only thing left from his old life was Youkomon, but even she was stronger than him. Better than him.
And the truth was, all he'd ever done was hold her back.
Now, he could continue the pointless fight, serving the wicked for a vengeance that would never come. Or...
Dinohumon looks down at his sword, bearing the mark of his... friend. Grottemon's heavy blade was sharp, he would only need the barest pressure in the right spot to bring things to an end. The champion raises his sword up... then slams it into the ground with a roar.
"No! No matter what it costs Lord Fugamon will have justice done, I won't let it end like this!" He rises back up, teeth grinding together in fury and yanks the weapon free with a dark grunt.
"Thunderbolt!" A voice screams in the distance.
Dinohumon whirls about, watching as a bright flash of yellow energy lights up night. First there's confusion, after all the Host army had left long ago. Which means, either a straggler, or a battle between Gloaming soldiers. The champion shoulders his blade and darts towards the flashing light.
When he arrives at the scene a minute later, all that remains is a single Sorcerymon collapsed at the bottom of a rocky indentation. The warrior stalks over looking over the defeated magic user, noting how one of the mon's legs had been entirely blasted off. When combined with his other wounds, this mon was on the verge of deletion.
He comes to a stop above the Sorcerymon and raises his blade. As a warrior serving under the Gloaming, it's his duty to finish this champion. Even if he's beaten and utterly defenseless.
"Delete him."
"Heh. Verily!"
His sword plunges down, cutting through the earth beside Sorcerymon's head. The short champion flinches awake, staring at the blue blade in shock.
"... why?"
"You are my enemy, but not a threat. I'm a warrior with honor. Not some a psychopathic Wizard or wrath-filled Beast. Deleting you here would only stain it."
"... that is, rare. And surprising for a member of the Gloaming."
"You'd be foolish to believe the Host boasts better company." Dinohumon bites back, sheathing his great blade once more.
Sorcerymon pauses, then gives a grudging nod.
"The Lord's flock are... not what they once were." Sorcerymon pauses to clear his throat. "Who has hurt you so, Child? I see it written on your face. Pain, anger, sorrow, despair. I will listen... if you wish me to."
"Listen... to me?" Dinohumon blinks at the offer, caught off guard by strange proposal. No digimon had really offered to do something like that before. But... this was neither the time, nor the place. The lizard-mon shakes his head, declining the offer. "My pain is my own.
"Very well child. It is not my place to pry." The one-legged digimon weakly props himself up, and pulls down his coat to offer the enemy digimon a smile. "You may share when ready, but until then. In the Holy Fathers name, I offer you my personal surrender. Young warrior, do you accept?"
"You are... surrendering?" Dinohumon blinks, unsure of how to respond. He hadn't exactly read the rules of how the whole *taking prisoners* thing worked.
"Ah, unfamiliar with the proper procedures?" Sorcerymon murmurs with half-suppressed mirth. "Then please allow this old fool to bequeath the knowledge upon you. Please sit. Back during after Daemon's initial rise-" And so Dinohumon took a seat and listened. His despair forgotten. For now at least.
=== Choose One: (Social Option)
[] Pit The Pidmon.
[] Beat The Stingmon.
[] Imperius Angewomon.
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