Apotheosis
Lucifer
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X]Stand your ground. Damn the beast, you will fight it to the death, and it surely won't be yours! You will not allow this hellhole to cow your righteous fury!
The Coliseum
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Death... is only the beginning
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
You redouble your grip on your sword and rod, opening your stance slightly, as though beckoning your foe forward. The monster takes the bait, rushing towards you for a thrust with it's blade. Your body strengthened, and freshly restored by your prayers, you are just able to dodge the massive weapon. You try to strike, but the beast's massive size forces you to tumble away or be trampled. You curse, it will be hard to have another opening like that again.
Round 1: Failure! No damage!
The monster roars, stopping suddenly and rearing up. You are still trying to stand when it twists on it's hind legs, it's weapon sweeping down to catch you. Your vision goes black.
Round 2: Failure! Death!
Combat Over
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What... happened... Confusion. Anger. Resignation?
Your thoughts are jumbled, and you recognize the sensation as similar to the aftermath of the battle with the dread knight. It is somewhat easier to think coherently this time, you suspect it is thanks to your growing experience with it. You are not surrounded by utter darkness this time, rather, a riot of grays and dark colors, shifting and changing in phases around you. You have no eyes, but you can see, and though you have no body, you think of looking down.
Is that... me...? Disappointment. Am I dead...?
The only clear image you see is your broken body below you. You suspect that if you could, you would feel terribly nauseous, seeing the massive gash rending most of your torso apart, eyes glassy and staring emptily into the space you feel you're in. You feel mesmerized, not by any enjoyment of the sight, but some other unidentifiable feeling.
Your mind, if you can call it that, jumpstarts abruptly, and you can see the background clearing up considerably. The centaur looms over you, grinning toothily as it drives it's sword into the earth beside it. It reaches out to touch you...
Round 1: Failure! No damage!
The monster roars, stopping suddenly and rearing up. You are still trying to stand when it twists on it's hind legs, it's weapon sweeping down to catch you. Your vision goes black.
Round 2: Failure! Death!
Combat Over
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What... happened... Confusion. Anger. Resignation?
Your thoughts are jumbled, and you recognize the sensation as similar to the aftermath of the battle with the dread knight. It is somewhat easier to think coherently this time, you suspect it is thanks to your growing experience with it. You are not surrounded by utter darkness this time, rather, a riot of grays and dark colors, shifting and changing in phases around you. You have no eyes, but you can see, and though you have no body, you think of looking down.
Is that... me...? Disappointment. Am I dead...?
The only clear image you see is your broken body below you. You suspect that if you could, you would feel terribly nauseous, seeing the massive gash rending most of your torso apart, eyes glassy and staring emptily into the space you feel you're in. You feel mesmerized, not by any enjoyment of the sight, but some other unidentifiable feeling.
Your mind, if you can call it that, jumpstarts abruptly, and you can see the background clearing up considerably. The centaur looms over you, grinning toothily as it drives it's sword into the earth beside it. It reaches out to touch you...
[X]What...? You feel a little slow...
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[X]No! This isn't fair! Damn this place! Your soul will not be food for some animal!
The End?
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[X]No! This isn't fair! Damn this place! Your soul will not be food for some animal!
The End?
Apotheosis
Lucifer
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X]What...? You feel a little slow...
MacroDaemon
Lachrymose Lapis
[X]No! This isn't fair!Damn this place! Your soul will not be food for some animal!
Hello?
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
You feel a prickling sensation all about you as the monster's hand reaches into you, and your 'vision' goes dark.
You are falling.
No... not here again! I have to get out!
WANT. TAKE. MINE. MINE. MINE.
There is pain, and a frightening sensation of becoming less, but only a little, before you move, though you cannot really fathom how or where. You are someplace else now, but all the same...
You are falling.
Somewhere nearby, you can sense something else, it's angry, but it doesn't convey the same feeling as the monster that just tried to eat your soul. Involuntarily, you wish to be closer to it, feeling a sense of shelter. Then you panic, because...
You are flying.
The familiar sensation of this state has left you, and you feel something that makes you pause. Confusion. Other. Injustice. Wrong. You've invaded another being's space again, but instead of moving too closely, falling into it and... eating it, you hold back, hovering close, but not too close. The other person only barely seems to know you are there, but his spirit finds kinship in you, because the expressions you give off are the same. Injustice. Wronged. Cheated.
It shares with you, thoughts, concepts, another way of seeing and being. It nearly overwhelms you, but you center yourself on a handful of solid thoughts.
Choose one:
[X]Magic. Arcana. Betrayal. It is not too dissimilar to you, and you anchor yourself in the similarities.
[X]Strength. War. Peace. The thoughts leave you feeling more powerful, but in an animal way.
[X]Hunt. Survive. Suffer. The core of the thoughts is in a desire for life, and it draws you in like a moth to flame.
For those of you who've guessed, the character you will soon inhabit will be built next post, additional detail is not yet needed
[X]Write-in? (special write in rules: three words only, you may include an interpretation by Emilia.)
You are falling.
No... not here again! I have to get out!
WANT. TAKE. MINE. MINE. MINE.
There is pain, and a frightening sensation of becoming less, but only a little, before you move, though you cannot really fathom how or where. You are someplace else now, but all the same...
You are falling.
Somewhere nearby, you can sense something else, it's angry, but it doesn't convey the same feeling as the monster that just tried to eat your soul. Involuntarily, you wish to be closer to it, feeling a sense of shelter. Then you panic, because...
You are flying.
The familiar sensation of this state has left you, and you feel something that makes you pause. Confusion. Other. Injustice. Wrong. You've invaded another being's space again, but instead of moving too closely, falling into it and... eating it, you hold back, hovering close, but not too close. The other person only barely seems to know you are there, but his spirit finds kinship in you, because the expressions you give off are the same. Injustice. Wronged. Cheated.
It shares with you, thoughts, concepts, another way of seeing and being. It nearly overwhelms you, but you center yourself on a handful of solid thoughts.
Choose one:
[X]Magic. Arcana. Betrayal. It is not too dissimilar to you, and you anchor yourself in the similarities.
[X]Strength. War. Peace. The thoughts leave you feeling more powerful, but in an animal way.
[X]Hunt. Survive. Suffer. The core of the thoughts is in a desire for life, and it draws you in like a moth to flame.
For those of you who've guessed, the character you will soon inhabit will be built next post, additional detail is not yet needed
[X]Write-in? (special write in rules: three words only, you may include an interpretation by Emilia.)
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
:/
Why do you guys make me beg?
Why do you guys make me beg?
Friendship is... Arcane?
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
AN: Yay! Iz happy now 
The threadmark joke makes me die a little inside
You are surrounded by the familiar pulse of magic, though it is flavored differently than you are used to. The sharp bite of betrayal burns your limited senses, and your perceptions shift oddly. You see a familiar face, and it gives rise to no small amount of ire. The Announcer.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
You yearn to wrangle his lying, charlatan's neck, but this body doesn't respond to you. You belatedly realize that it is still someone elses property, that the person looking out, bewildered, isn't you. Though now that you're here, you have a much better sense of who you've accidentally taken up residence in. This person is...
Create a story:
[X]Leave it to your GM. A prodigy apprentice, a quiet admirer, and a close friend.
[X]We want to do this one! Stick your name on it: []Powerofmind, and give a little blurb about who you now are. Sex, background, and a nice dash of personality, the basics.
You've unlocked your character sheet!
The threadmark joke makes me die a little inside
You are surrounded by the familiar pulse of magic, though it is flavored differently than you are used to. The sharp bite of betrayal burns your limited senses, and your perceptions shift oddly. You see a familiar face, and it gives rise to no small amount of ire. The Announcer.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
You yearn to wrangle his lying, charlatan's neck, but this body doesn't respond to you. You belatedly realize that it is still someone elses property, that the person looking out, bewildered, isn't you. Though now that you're here, you have a much better sense of who you've accidentally taken up residence in. This person is...
Create a story:
[X]Leave it to your GM. A prodigy apprentice, a quiet admirer, and a close friend.
[X]We want to do this one! Stick your name on it: []Powerofmind, and give a little blurb about who you now are. Sex, background, and a nice dash of personality, the basics.
You've unlocked your character sheet!
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Character Sheet
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Character Sheet
Name: Ferol
Apparent Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Class: Dark Mage (Mage Subtype)
HP: 137/225
MP: 220/255
SP: 95/150
Conditions:
Classes: (You cannot raise the level of a class that your current body isn't suited for)
Mage I
Paladin II 70/100 (Emilia Godwin)
Statistics: (Statistics are affected by diminishing returns)
Health 150
Mana 170
Skill 100
Intelligence 120
Resistance 140
Strength 100
Speed 90
Luck 7
Spirit Companion 100
Skills: (Skills increase hit chance and damage where appropriate)
Swordsman 5
Priest 5
Mage 7
Soul Mage 7
Abilities: (Earned based on class level, using abilities outside of your current class's limits costs 5 SP!)
Paladin T1:
Exorcism(massive damage to undead, magical animates, and demons locally) (35 MP)
Divine Favor(toggled passive +10% Skill, Resistance, and Strength) (20 MP/round)
Perseverance(toggled passive HP restore 20% of maximum/round, cleanse/immunity to Physical conditions) (15 MP/round)
Paladin T2:
Wrath(Damaging spell that hits a target at range, good chance to disorient) (50 MP)
Mage T1:
Pain Bolt(Non-elemental resistance-ignoring magic bolt, low damage) (15 MP)
Shadow Raising(Become invisible, gain 10% additional resistance and strength) (40 MP/round)
Soul Mage:
Empower Soul(Enhances all parameters by 20%. ???) (40 SP/round)
???(Your experiences thus far have almost brought a second breakthrough)
Traits: (Unique bonuses granted from each life you carry with you)
Prophesied Heroine - Emilia(ignore first 1-10 critical failure per scene, or defy one round once per battle)
??? - Ferol(Increases synchronization - Reduces effect of Riot Vote split)
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LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
[X]Hannz. A two bit cultist devoted to what Lord Ebis could provide him, Ferol sought fame more than anything. His overconfidence and lust for reknown made him attempt to assasinate the Chosen One. As luck would have it, he succeeded and was somehow able to escape from the temple guards but his luck ran out and he was killed by a superior officer who stole credit for his work.
The thought of forcing the killer and victim to play nice or actively sabotage each other is too appealing to ignore.
The thought of forcing the killer and victim to play nice or actively sabotage each other is too appealing to ignore.
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Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
That's certainly an interesting idea! I hadn't thought to include that person, and though 'Ferol' is a mage, he is not a typical archtype mage, and if he wins, I'll be shuffling powers and stats around to reflect that change from the norm.
Though I would prefer you format your choice a little differently, it's not like I'm going to get enough votes that a tally program is even necessary (this is a subtle jab to the people who read this thread without giving their two cents. I see you lurkers!)
Though I would prefer you format your choice a little differently, it's not like I'm going to get enough votes that a tally program is even necessary (this is a subtle jab to the people who read this thread without giving their two cents. I see you lurkers!)
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LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
I cringe at my own naming sense or lack thereof.
A Fun Fact I found after Googling Ferol: Ferol originates from the Irish Gaelic name Farrell which means Superior Man or Heroic.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
I'd say that's a fantastically ironic name for a cultist, but I know more about my setting than you
Apotheosis
Lucifer
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X]Hannz. A two bit cultist devoted to what Lord Ebis could provide him, Ferol sought fame more than anything. His overconfidence and lust for reknown made him attempt to assasinate the Chosen One. As luck would have it, he succeeded and was somehow able to escape from the temple guards but his luck ran out and he was killed by a superior officer who stole credit for his work.
The thought of forcing the killer and victim to play nice or actively sabotage each other is too appealing to ignore.
I don't feel like thinking right now, and this seems interesting.
Also, @Powerofmind, you wound me with your not-at-all-insulting jabs. Your very first voter, no less.
The thought of forcing the killer and victim to play nice or actively sabotage each other is too appealing to ignore.
I don't feel like thinking right now, and this seems interesting.
Also, @Powerofmind, you wound me with your not-at-all-insulting jabs. Your very first voter, no less.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
@Apotheosis oh no, sir, not you! But I have seen plenty a name I don't recognize as a poster, and honestly I'm a touch guilty of lurking myself(mostly in situations where the author is amazing, but I have no experience with the setting, like Voidblood, which I love on principle, but have basically no clue about bloodborn as a setting)
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
[X]Hannz. A two bit cultist devoted to what Lord Ebis could provide him, Ferol sought fame more than anything. His overconfidence and lust for reknown made him attempt to assasinate the Chosen One. As luck would have it, he succeeded and was somehow able to escape from the temple guards but his luck ran out and he was killed by a superior officer who stole credit for his work.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
And I am pleased with the turnout!
I'll close this in 7 or 8 hours when I return from work in case anybody else finds it and likes it.
I'll close this in 7 or 8 hours when I return from work in case anybody else finds it and likes it.
Difficulties with Overcrowding
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
AN: 'Lord Ebis', while an appreciated addition to flavor, is not the correct name!
You mentally stumble back into memories and impressions. You think about what happened to put you in this predicament. You are stabbing yourself? You killed the hero of prophecy, as your master willed it. Wait, what was that? You'd returned to the enclave under cover of night, after hours of excitement-filled hiding. No... It couldn't be... You reveled with your brothers and sisters that your master had been given what he desired, and now, you would receive your reward! You struggle violently, pulling and pushing and falling together for just a moment. That bastard turned to face the damnable cult's priest, and that filthy pig stabbed KILLED THAT BASTARD LIKE HE DESERVED!
What just happened? What... I'll kill you again, you degenerate piece of-What's going on?! I thought I was being given another chance... I have to kill that traitorous-You'll never get another chance, scum!
______________
Quite suddenly, you realize, you're trying to reach out and strangle this odd man, the Announcer he called himself. Of course, it makes sense, he only lied to you about his little promise- What? You control yourself, if only barely, rage boiling beneath the surface for reasons you cannot even fathom. You are... Ferol. Yes, Ferol. You are a... this is much harder than your name... You are still lost in your musing when the Announcer, seemingly displeased with you trying to choke him to death, simply allows you to fall to the arena floor.
You landed much better than-as well as expected, and you enter a combat stance that makes absolutely no sense to you whatsoever, since you don't have your-your?-sword with you right now, just a simple caster's wand. Why are you preparing for a fight-the creatures will be on us soon, I can hear that their infighting has stopped-when you have no idea... what?
You are barely able to avoid a sweeping strike from a polearm as you break from your befuddled musing once more. Has your fall made you... no, this happened first with the-Lying little cheat, the first of many in this-Announcer. Chanting a spell, a blast of holy light erupts from-Wait what in the everlasting hell?-your wand, searing the undead around you. You are glad for the breathing room, because you've certainly come upon a situation that demands some.
Choose One: Circumstances have changed... You feel split in your thoughts, like a single horse trying to pull two carriages. You have no idea how this will affect your decision-making abilities... (Mechanical Effect Update: Riot Voting Mode ON)
[X]Set out immediately for the twice-damned centaur. Maybe you can restore your body-Wait, what?
[X]Head to the outer ring! It's dangerous further in, and you're a $&@($!?
[X]You have to settle your confusion, somehow! It will not do to be so absent when you are utterly surrounded by danger!
[X]Write-in?
You mentally stumble back into memories and impressions. You think about what happened to put you in this predicament. You are stabbing yourself? You killed the hero of prophecy, as your master willed it. Wait, what was that? You'd returned to the enclave under cover of night, after hours of excitement-filled hiding. No... It couldn't be... You reveled with your brothers and sisters that your master had been given what he desired, and now, you would receive your reward! You struggle violently, pulling and pushing and falling together for just a moment. That bastard turned to face the damnable cult's priest, and that filthy pig stabbed KILLED THAT BASTARD LIKE HE DESERVED!
What just happened? What... I'll kill you again, you degenerate piece of-What's going on?! I thought I was being given another chance... I have to kill that traitorous-You'll never get another chance, scum!
______________
Quite suddenly, you realize, you're trying to reach out and strangle this odd man, the Announcer he called himself. Of course, it makes sense, he only lied to you about his little promise- What? You control yourself, if only barely, rage boiling beneath the surface for reasons you cannot even fathom. You are... Ferol. Yes, Ferol. You are a... this is much harder than your name... You are still lost in your musing when the Announcer, seemingly displeased with you trying to choke him to death, simply allows you to fall to the arena floor.
You landed much better than-as well as expected, and you enter a combat stance that makes absolutely no sense to you whatsoever, since you don't have your-your?-sword with you right now, just a simple caster's wand. Why are you preparing for a fight-the creatures will be on us soon, I can hear that their infighting has stopped-when you have no idea... what?
You are barely able to avoid a sweeping strike from a polearm as you break from your befuddled musing once more. Has your fall made you... no, this happened first with the-Lying little cheat, the first of many in this-Announcer. Chanting a spell, a blast of holy light erupts from-Wait what in the everlasting hell?-your wand, searing the undead around you. You are glad for the breathing room, because you've certainly come upon a situation that demands some.
Choose One: Circumstances have changed... You feel split in your thoughts, like a single horse trying to pull two carriages. You have no idea how this will affect your decision-making abilities... (Mechanical Effect Update: Riot Voting Mode ON)
[X]Set out immediately for the twice-damned centaur. Maybe you can restore your body-Wait, what?
[X]Head to the outer ring! It's dangerous further in, and you're a $&@($!?
[X]You have to settle your confusion, somehow! It will not do to be so absent when you are utterly surrounded by danger!
[X]Write-in?