Ever since the dawn of time, there have been weapons.
Weapons that are made to cut, blast...
Weapons that are made to cut, blast...
Legendary Weapon Riot Quest
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LinkOnScepter
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Ever since the dawn of time, there have been weapons.
Weapons that are made to cut, blast, choke, and even disintegrate.
There are weapons of all shapes, sizes and uses.
Yet, just like their creators, there are weapons that have been around for much longer than any others.
They have felled many a foe, and spilled rivers upon rivers of blood, for just about every cause under the sun.
They have many names, many monikers.
Some are lauded in the grandest of Halls as paragons of light.
Others are abhored to point where their very presence is believed to spread corruption.
However, they all share the same title.
The one word that makes them more than just ordinary weapons;
Legendary.
------
You awaken.
You are a weapon.
More specifically a….
[] Melee
-[] Write in what kind
[] Ranged
-[] Write in what kind
Your first thought is…
[] The Blood….Must...FLOW!
[] Let's ponder some things.
[] Hey! I can think now! Cool!
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So, yeah. I'm doing this.
This is my first Riot Quest, so bear with me.
Try to be reasonable with your weapons.
And I reserve the right to veto any weapon description chosen.
Most of this idea is based off of the Sword Riot Quest by Dark Ness.
As per usual, the more people vote on one thing, the more likely it is to succeed.
So, let's get started.
Weapons that are made to cut, blast, choke, and even disintegrate.
There are weapons of all shapes, sizes and uses.
Yet, just like their creators, there are weapons that have been around for much longer than any others.
They have felled many a foe, and spilled rivers upon rivers of blood, for just about every cause under the sun.
They have many names, many monikers.
Some are lauded in the grandest of Halls as paragons of light.
Others are abhored to point where their very presence is believed to spread corruption.
However, they all share the same title.
The one word that makes them more than just ordinary weapons;
Legendary.
------
You awaken.
You are a weapon.
More specifically a….
[] Melee
-[] Write in what kind
[] Ranged
-[] Write in what kind
Your first thought is…
[] The Blood….Must...FLOW!
[] Let's ponder some things.
[] Hey! I can think now! Cool!
------
So, yeah. I'm doing this.
This is my first Riot Quest, so bear with me.
Try to be reasonable with your weapons.
And I reserve the right to veto any weapon description chosen.
Most of this idea is based off of the Sword Riot Quest by Dark Ness.
As per usual, the more people vote on one thing, the more likely it is to succeed.
So, let's get started.
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LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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Mace: Cornix Argentus, Glint, In_lurk_shadow, Minusmagnus
Greatsword: veekie, Shadows, dunk1010, Cjdavis103, PhantomReaper
Flail: Fabled Ranger
Machete: shibosho
Lance: ChildishChimera, EternalStruggle
Longsword: Powerofmind
Stick: tri2
Shield: Wolfy
Scythe: frostgiant, Artemis1992
Spear with a three sectioned staff: Zaratustra
Dagger: Ambit
Tower Shield: Terrabrand
Macuahuitl: D.D. Spectator
A two-handed axe crafted from a single large bone: Hangwind
An unassuming, if large, pair of interconnected wagon wheels: Failbird105
A Swiss Pike: Sightsear
Combined sword that makes a greatsword: dragonhollow
Greatsword: veekie, Shadows, dunk1010, Cjdavis103, PhantomReaper
Flail: Fabled Ranger
Machete: shibosho
Lance: ChildishChimera, EternalStruggle
Longsword: Powerofmind
Stick: tri2
Shield: Wolfy
Scythe: frostgiant, Artemis1992
Spear with a three sectioned staff: Zaratustra
Dagger: Ambit
Tower Shield: Terrabrand
Macuahuitl: D.D. Spectator
A two-handed axe crafted from a single large bone: Hangwind
An unassuming, if large, pair of interconnected wagon wheels: Failbird105
A Swiss Pike: Sightsear
Combined sword that makes a greatsword: dragonhollow
Sword-Gun Pair: Nathaniel Wolff
Crossbow: Chiperninerm, Bugs
Chakram: Dark Ness
Crystal Focus: FatedBread
Dart: wdango
Ballista: Troglodyte
Bow: moon-llama, Bludflag, BBBence1111
Yo-Yo: Trondason
Clockwork Sniper: Pyro Hawk
Crossbow: Chiperninerm, Bugs
Chakram: Dark Ness
Crystal Focus: FatedBread
Dart: wdango
Ballista: Troglodyte
Bow: moon-llama, Bludflag, BBBence1111
Yo-Yo: Trondason
Clockwork Sniper: Pyro Hawk
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Shit has hit the fan
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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In an abandoned building, located on the edge of a village, there stood a cache of weapons like no other. Weapons from ages past that have been used by heroes and villains alike. They have stood the test of time, coming and going as the ages required.
However, today was the first day that many of them began to think. It is said that weapons that are old enough or powerful enough, can gain a form of sentience. Today was that day.
Some, such as the four maces, were amazed by their new found consciousness. Now they could think about all of the things they could do!
Like smash the skulls of giants!
Or piercing a dragon with millions upon millions of arrows!
Or wrapping someone up in string so taut that they burst!
Others were a bit more tame in their revelation. They were legendary weapons after all. They had to act with a certain decorum.
One greatsword thought about how its wielder needed to be a strong being, able to move freely even while swinging around the immense blade.
A Crystal, used as a focus for spells, thought of how it could best turn its master's will into reality.
A Tower Shield, leaning up against a decaying wall, thought about how sturdy it was. It was confident that the only thing that could possibly get through its metal was a demon's giant hammer. Two-handed. Being wielded by a giant stone demon.
The rest of the armaments, however, thought of one thing and one thing only;
Blood.
They were tired of being cooped up in this rotting place for so long. They longed for the twang of metal on metal, the heat of the blood on their sides.
They. Longed. For. Battle!
The scythes wanted to feel flesh rent from bone as they cut a swath through enemy forces!
The ballista wanted to watch griffons drop from the sky after being pierced by a massive bolt!
And a crossbow, strings still taut despite the time, dreamed of watch ten demons fall flat from one bolt.
Then there came the rather….unconventional weapons. These were a bit...different from the others in their first thoughts.
A chakram, though aware of its new consciousness, didn't really think anything. It was aware it was now alive, but otherwise non-plussed. It was very happy to be with the other weapons though.
A shield, firmly planted against the side of the tower shield, thought about how it has this in the bag! What exactly this metaphorical bag was, and what the shield had in it, was anyone's guess.
Finally, of all the things to be considered legendary, or old enough to gain sentience…was a stick.
Just a stick.
When it awakened it wondered out loud, 'WHY THE HELL AM I A STICK!? WWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!'
Truly a question for the Ages.
Outside of the little hovel, sounds of conflict arose. The crackle of burning wood floated into the small cabin.
Voices were next, "Stop them! They're going for the—"
Rotted wood was smashed off its hinges by a young human man. Behind him, several other youths piled into the cottage going for the prone weapons.
As they begin to near you, you…
[] Emit an aura of malicious intent/good will
[] Shake with excitement
[] Do nothing, they'll probably grab you soon enough
[] Write in...
However, today was the first day that many of them began to think. It is said that weapons that are old enough or powerful enough, can gain a form of sentience. Today was that day.
Some, such as the four maces, were amazed by their new found consciousness. Now they could think about all of the things they could do!
Like smash the skulls of giants!
Or piercing a dragon with millions upon millions of arrows!
Or wrapping someone up in string so taut that they burst!
Others were a bit more tame in their revelation. They were legendary weapons after all. They had to act with a certain decorum.
One greatsword thought about how its wielder needed to be a strong being, able to move freely even while swinging around the immense blade.
A Crystal, used as a focus for spells, thought of how it could best turn its master's will into reality.
A Tower Shield, leaning up against a decaying wall, thought about how sturdy it was. It was confident that the only thing that could possibly get through its metal was a demon's giant hammer. Two-handed. Being wielded by a giant stone demon.
The rest of the armaments, however, thought of one thing and one thing only;
Blood.
They were tired of being cooped up in this rotting place for so long. They longed for the twang of metal on metal, the heat of the blood on their sides.
They. Longed. For. Battle!
The scythes wanted to feel flesh rent from bone as they cut a swath through enemy forces!
The ballista wanted to watch griffons drop from the sky after being pierced by a massive bolt!
And a crossbow, strings still taut despite the time, dreamed of watch ten demons fall flat from one bolt.
Then there came the rather….unconventional weapons. These were a bit...different from the others in their first thoughts.
A chakram, though aware of its new consciousness, didn't really think anything. It was aware it was now alive, but otherwise non-plussed. It was very happy to be with the other weapons though.
A shield, firmly planted against the side of the tower shield, thought about how it has this in the bag! What exactly this metaphorical bag was, and what the shield had in it, was anyone's guess.
Finally, of all the things to be considered legendary, or old enough to gain sentience…was a stick.
Just a stick.
When it awakened it wondered out loud, 'WHY THE HELL AM I A STICK!? WWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!'
Truly a question for the Ages.
Outside of the little hovel, sounds of conflict arose. The crackle of burning wood floated into the small cabin.
Voices were next, "Stop them! They're going for the—"
Rotted wood was smashed off its hinges by a young human man. Behind him, several other youths piled into the cottage going for the prone weapons.
As they begin to near you, you…
[] Emit an aura of malicious intent/good will
[] Shake with excitement
[] Do nothing, they'll probably grab you soon enough
[] Write in...
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Bone Reaper gets rekt
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
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In a frenzy, many of the youths didn't really bother to even look at what they were grabbing. They just saw a weapon and picked it up.
Many of them were surprised, as their weapons shook in their hands, but they soon found themselves enraptured by some form of excitement.
Others were overcome by a feeling of fear or reassurement from theirs. One even fell to the ground, wailing about how he didn't get paid for his work.
Others were slightly disappointed. Their weapons didn't seem to do anything. This irritated a few, causing them to shake their weapons in frustration to no avail.
One of the new wielders jumped in astonishment when the great sword he had picked up began to speak to him. He had heard the stories, but had never imagined that they were true! "Well—I—Em—"
His thoughts and many others, were brought to an abrupt halt as the breaking of wood echoed throughout the tiny hut. Wooden shavings and splinters fell all over the occupants, yet somehow the weapons didn't get a speck of dirt on them.
The person who picked up the stick almost lost it in her attempt to find cover from the debris.
The roof of the hut, along with the entire front half, had been removed by the hand of a massive Bone Reaper, its spectral robes listing in the morning air. Riding on top of it was a man in jet black robes, a hood covering his face. In his hands he held a tall, black crystal staff that pulsed with power.
Behind him stood an entire battalion of armored skeletal soldiers. They all carried great weapons, that glinted almost as blood red as their armor in the rising sun. While they were undead, their eyes shone with an intelligence the likes of which only wizened warriors had.
The Necromancer spoke, his voice a mere whisper in the wind, "My master was hoping...to save those arms...for his experiments. No matter. I will merely…remove them from you. Now...prepare...to...die."
The Bone Reaper raised its immense scythe, as the Necromancer swept out right arm.
The staff and scythe came down in a horizontal slash.
Then the scythe was stopped in its tracks by the two shield wielders.
The man who brandished the regular shield, smiled and screamed out, "From the Ghastly Eyrie I can see to the ends of the world, and from this vantage point I declare with utter certainty that this one is in the bag!" as they both heaved upward, deflecting the scythe into the air.
A crack of gunfire, and whistle of an arrow sang into the air, and both of the Reapers arms flew off in random directions.
The final nail in the coffin came when the owner of a flail jumped off of the tower shield, kicked the Necromancer off of his perch, and proceeded to strangle the Bone Reaper to death with the metal chain on his weapon.
Yes, the universe is aware that the undead don't need to breathe.
That isn't stopping the Flail and its wielder though!
The Necromancer floated up from the ground, only slightly surprised. He was undead. He did not feel fear. This is merely a minor setback. He was sure that he could salvage this before his master appeared.
At least until he turned around and saw his Skeletal Knights being butchered by the newly made warriors.
While the Necromancer knew that the weapons were Legendary, he had not heard of their power or the power that they bestowed upon their wielders.
Those that emitted an aura of some kind gave their wielders…
[] Power over the elements. Fire, Wind, Water. All were theirs to use as they pleased.
[] Power over their own blood. They could use their very life essence to form other weapons to wreak havoc. While still inferior to the main weapon, it proved to be very effective in a fight.
[] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.
[] Write in...
Those that used movement took a different approach..
[] They would lead their wielders into the thick of battle, and just start chopping away.
[] They would hold their wielder back, only going after key targets. Undead that seemed a bit smarter than the others, or commanders that were separated from their troops.
[] They would remain on the defensive, only attacking when it was absolutely necessary. They didn't get many kills, but they came out with the fewest of injuries.
[] Write in...
Those that did nothing(or fell to sleep) only gave them:
[] A weapon. You were still legendary, but you had no special powers of your own.
[] A challenge. You would be their weapon, but they would have to prove their worth over time.
[] Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Good luck champ!
[] Write in…
(While I am allowing write ins, please do not go overboard with the powers. Sorry if it seems kind of limiting, but it makes it a bit easier to keep up with everyone. To be honest, I didn't expect this many people to join the Quest!)
//
My laptop got fixed~!
Here's the new update~!
Here we go~!
Many of them were surprised, as their weapons shook in their hands, but they soon found themselves enraptured by some form of excitement.
Others were overcome by a feeling of fear or reassurement from theirs. One even fell to the ground, wailing about how he didn't get paid for his work.
Others were slightly disappointed. Their weapons didn't seem to do anything. This irritated a few, causing them to shake their weapons in frustration to no avail.
One of the new wielders jumped in astonishment when the great sword he had picked up began to speak to him. He had heard the stories, but had never imagined that they were true! "Well—I—Em—"
His thoughts and many others, were brought to an abrupt halt as the breaking of wood echoed throughout the tiny hut. Wooden shavings and splinters fell all over the occupants, yet somehow the weapons didn't get a speck of dirt on them.
The person who picked up the stick almost lost it in her attempt to find cover from the debris.
The roof of the hut, along with the entire front half, had been removed by the hand of a massive Bone Reaper, its spectral robes listing in the morning air. Riding on top of it was a man in jet black robes, a hood covering his face. In his hands he held a tall, black crystal staff that pulsed with power.
Behind him stood an entire battalion of armored skeletal soldiers. They all carried great weapons, that glinted almost as blood red as their armor in the rising sun. While they were undead, their eyes shone with an intelligence the likes of which only wizened warriors had.
The Necromancer spoke, his voice a mere whisper in the wind, "My master was hoping...to save those arms...for his experiments. No matter. I will merely…remove them from you. Now...prepare...to...die."
The Bone Reaper raised its immense scythe, as the Necromancer swept out right arm.
The staff and scythe came down in a horizontal slash.
Then the scythe was stopped in its tracks by the two shield wielders.
The man who brandished the regular shield, smiled and screamed out, "From the Ghastly Eyrie I can see to the ends of the world, and from this vantage point I declare with utter certainty that this one is in the bag!" as they both heaved upward, deflecting the scythe into the air.
A crack of gunfire, and whistle of an arrow sang into the air, and both of the Reapers arms flew off in random directions.
The final nail in the coffin came when the owner of a flail jumped off of the tower shield, kicked the Necromancer off of his perch, and proceeded to strangle the Bone Reaper to death with the metal chain on his weapon.
Yes, the universe is aware that the undead don't need to breathe.
That isn't stopping the Flail and its wielder though!
The Necromancer floated up from the ground, only slightly surprised. He was undead. He did not feel fear. This is merely a minor setback. He was sure that he could salvage this before his master appeared.
At least until he turned around and saw his Skeletal Knights being butchered by the newly made warriors.
While the Necromancer knew that the weapons were Legendary, he had not heard of their power or the power that they bestowed upon their wielders.
Those that emitted an aura of some kind gave their wielders…
[] Power over the elements. Fire, Wind, Water. All were theirs to use as they pleased.
[] Power over their own blood. They could use their very life essence to form other weapons to wreak havoc. While still inferior to the main weapon, it proved to be very effective in a fight.
[] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.
[] Write in...
Those that used movement took a different approach..
[] They would lead their wielders into the thick of battle, and just start chopping away.
[] They would hold their wielder back, only going after key targets. Undead that seemed a bit smarter than the others, or commanders that were separated from their troops.
[] They would remain on the defensive, only attacking when it was absolutely necessary. They didn't get many kills, but they came out with the fewest of injuries.
[] Write in...
Those that did nothing(or fell to sleep) only gave them:
[] A weapon. You were still legendary, but you had no special powers of your own.
[] A challenge. You would be their weapon, but they would have to prove their worth over time.
[] Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Good luck champ!
[] Write in…
(While I am allowing write ins, please do not go overboard with the powers. Sorry if it seems kind of limiting, but it makes it a bit easier to keep up with everyone. To be honest, I didn't expect this many people to join the Quest!)
//
My laptop got fixed~!
Here's the new update~!
Here we go~!