Sword Riot Quest
- Thread starter Dark Ness
- Start date
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- fantasy riot quest
[X] You moved their arm to block any blow, protecting their life better then any shield.
[X] Female
[X] Female
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
Nope, you can pick any of the options.
Arkatekt
Harbinger of Shitluck
Vote tally:
##### 3.21
[X] You moved their arm to block any blow, protecting their life better then any shield.
No. of votes: 8
Hangwind, Chiperninerm, TripleMRed, Troglodyte, Daecl, Kliden, Arkatekt, Ethereal Vitali
[X] Male
No. of votes: 4
Hangwind, Eliar, Ambit, Evilness42
-[X] OH BOY! LETS GO FOR WALKIES MASTER!
No. of votes: 1
Hangwind
[x] You made them a whirlwind of death, friend, foe, it matters little. Your blade shall strike your target regardless and grant them death.
No. of votes: 2
frostgiant, Kairae
[x] Female
No. of votes: 9
frostgiant, Kairae, Kliden, theflyingbiscuit, veekie, Mask, Arkatekt, Koden, Ethereal Vitali
[X] Like ice. They would be controlled, as sharp as your edge, and far superior to the rabble they used to be know as.
No. of votes: 7
notmi, ebolasos, Eliar, D.D. Spectator, Vanestus, Ambit, Evilness42
[X] Who cares? There is swording to do!
No. of votes: 9
notmi, Chiperninerm, ebolasos, TripleMRed, D.D. Spectator, Troglodyte, Vanestus, Daecl, Plasmid
[X] Like ice. They would be controlled, as sharp as your edge, and far superior to the rable they used to be know as
No. of votes: 1
Cjdavis103
[x] Strength. You would give them the power of the humble sword.
No. of votes: 2
theflyingbiscuit, veekie
[X] Like fire. They would be a beserker, destroying everything in their path and bathing you in blood.
No. of votes: 3
Mask, Plasmid, Koden
##### 3.21
[X] You moved their arm to block any blow, protecting their life better then any shield.
No. of votes: 8
Hangwind, Chiperninerm, TripleMRed, Troglodyte, Daecl, Kliden, Arkatekt, Ethereal Vitali
[X] Male
No. of votes: 4
Hangwind, Eliar, Ambit, Evilness42
-[X] OH BOY! LETS GO FOR WALKIES MASTER!
No. of votes: 1
Hangwind
[x] You made them a whirlwind of death, friend, foe, it matters little. Your blade shall strike your target regardless and grant them death.
No. of votes: 2
frostgiant, Kairae
[x] Female
No. of votes: 9
frostgiant, Kairae, Kliden, theflyingbiscuit, veekie, Mask, Arkatekt, Koden, Ethereal Vitali
[X] Like ice. They would be controlled, as sharp as your edge, and far superior to the rabble they used to be know as.
No. of votes: 7
notmi, ebolasos, Eliar, D.D. Spectator, Vanestus, Ambit, Evilness42
[X] Who cares? There is swording to do!
No. of votes: 9
notmi, Chiperninerm, ebolasos, TripleMRed, D.D. Spectator, Troglodyte, Vanestus, Daecl, Plasmid
[X] Like ice. They would be controlled, as sharp as your edge, and far superior to the rable they used to be know as
No. of votes: 1
Cjdavis103
[x] Strength. You would give them the power of the humble sword.
No. of votes: 2
theflyingbiscuit, veekie
[X] Like fire. They would be a beserker, destroying everything in their path and bathing you in blood.
No. of votes: 3
Mask, Plasmid, Koden
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
well that could have gone better
Pyrric Victory
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
The rabble attacked in a disorganized mob, with most slaughtered by the enemy shield wall. Blood soak the ground as wave after wave fell to the enemies superior discipline, but there was a few exceptions.
First come the beserkers, whose swords had set there minds aflame, and they ran towards the enemy foaming at the mouth. They jumped straight over the shield wall and attacked the enemy head on, slashing and stabbing through the ranks, and ignoring all there wounds.
Then, there was those that just couldn't be hit, although their offensive skills were nothing to speak home, not a single blow would reach them without being paried away. These fighters tied up portions of the enemy lines trying to take them down.
After that came those with swordsmanship implanted into their head, making their minds like ice, no hesitation, no emotion, and no doubt. While they worked through the ranks much slower then the beserkers did, they were no less deadly. They used their new found skill to side-step blows and efficiently dispatch their opponents.
There was strange fighters as well, their strikes hit many times stronger then they should, and glancing blows seemed to be deflected by their very skin, like they were made of steel.
Finally, there were those few whose blades almost leaped out of there hands to attack, but their wielders resisted, reducing their effectiveness. They were still leagues ahead of their fellows, but that wasn't saying much.
The enemy army was hurting due to these warriors, most of which were women, that were so effective against them. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to save the rest of the army, who were laughtered like lambs. The "special" fighters were making a wreck of the ranks though, and the enemy decide to order a withdrawal, unwilling to take the losses necessary for taking down these impossible warriors.
After the enemy army left, the remaining fighters had time to think about why they were sent to fight. It was to buy time for the nobles to escape, the nobles knew that there was almost no chance of the rabble they sent out winning. They just ordered their soldiers to grab as many people as they could, give them weapons, coral them, and send them out to fight and die, or just die anyways, either from the blades of their own soldiers or when the city was sacked by the enemy army. Of course, they were forced to send out many women, because they already poached many of the experienced warriors and able-bodied men to serve as their "personal guard."
Regardless of anything else, the blades tasted lot's of blood today, and it was enough to awaken something inside them.
[] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
[] Some swords already had a path to their weilders mind, but a closer connection is always good, right?
[] Sharper, stronger, faster, lighter, the blades become better then they were before.
First come the beserkers, whose swords had set there minds aflame, and they ran towards the enemy foaming at the mouth. They jumped straight over the shield wall and attacked the enemy head on, slashing and stabbing through the ranks, and ignoring all there wounds.
Then, there was those that just couldn't be hit, although their offensive skills were nothing to speak home, not a single blow would reach them without being paried away. These fighters tied up portions of the enemy lines trying to take them down.
After that came those with swordsmanship implanted into their head, making their minds like ice, no hesitation, no emotion, and no doubt. While they worked through the ranks much slower then the beserkers did, they were no less deadly. They used their new found skill to side-step blows and efficiently dispatch their opponents.
There was strange fighters as well, their strikes hit many times stronger then they should, and glancing blows seemed to be deflected by their very skin, like they were made of steel.
Finally, there were those few whose blades almost leaped out of there hands to attack, but their wielders resisted, reducing their effectiveness. They were still leagues ahead of their fellows, but that wasn't saying much.
The enemy army was hurting due to these warriors, most of which were women, that were so effective against them. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to save the rest of the army, who were laughtered like lambs. The "special" fighters were making a wreck of the ranks though, and the enemy decide to order a withdrawal, unwilling to take the losses necessary for taking down these impossible warriors.
After the enemy army left, the remaining fighters had time to think about why they were sent to fight. It was to buy time for the nobles to escape, the nobles knew that there was almost no chance of the rabble they sent out winning. They just ordered their soldiers to grab as many people as they could, give them weapons, coral them, and send them out to fight and die, or just die anyways, either from the blades of their own soldiers or when the city was sacked by the enemy army. Of course, they were forced to send out many women, because they already poached many of the experienced warriors and able-bodied men to serve as their "personal guard."
Regardless of anything else, the blades tasted lot's of blood today, and it was enough to awaken something inside them.
[] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
[] Some swords already had a path to their weilders mind, but a closer connection is always good, right?
[] Sharper, stronger, faster, lighter, the blades become better then they were before.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
[X] Some swords already had a path to their weilders mind, but a closer connection is always good, right?
Mind controling swords? im in
Mind controling swords? im in
theflyingbiscuit
"Titanic neechan"
[x] Sharper, stronger, faster, lighter, the blades become better then they were before.
- Location
- Canada
[X] Some swords already had a path to their wielders mind, but a closer connection is always good, right?
KleverKil'Vanya
Ortillery Operator
[x] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
- Location
- Hollister
[X] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
[x] Sharper, stronger, faster, lighter, the blades becomebetter then they were before.
[X] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
D.D. Spectator
Strongest in the land
- Location
- Unknown
[X] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.
- Location
- USA
[X] A sense of oneness, with the other swords from that fateful shop.