forum Ig I could start a random RP for those of us who've lost important RP characters

Started November 06, 2021 by Deleted user

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De Tearion: Diverse indeed, yet even then. Why must everyone choose a different name? Or am I plucking at the core of why all societies exist in isolation against each other? I believe I am. Laughs.

Sam: Indeed, I believe you are.

De Tearion: Typical of me. Yet, beyond all that, be there any activity you are in the mood for, before I fall asleep from boredom? Chuckles.

Sam: Chuckles I am in the mood to fight, yet I know not what I could fight.

De Tearion: Smiles thoughtfully. Hmm… me? A duel to first blood?

Sam: Laughs Sure, I guess! Unarmed combat?

De Tearion: Chuckles, raising his clawed hand. You consider this unarmed? I can rip a human in half with only two hands, and I have four. Grins mischievously.

Sam: Chuckles Luckily, I'm not human. Her arms split, then split again, giving her her natural six. Her eyes narrow and darken, turning pure smoke grey. Her form grows to be as tall as De Tearion would be standing straight. And I have my own advantages.

De Tearion: A bit stunned by the change. I know of only two Forestfolk with six arms, and they are both extremely difficult to find. Yet, I have never met another as tall as I am. Pauses for a moment. Shall we continue this on ground level? He then vanishes in a cloud of black smoke, teleporting to the ground just below where he had previously been.

Sam: If by Forestfolk you mean others like me, there are only three. And yes, we shall. She drops into a Muay Thai fighting stance.

De Tearion: Forestfolk be a collective name for the many species that live in the forests of my homeland. Goliathans are Forestfolk. There are only two species I know of with six arms. He faces her, standing straight and at his full height, his posture loose. He calmly watches Sam.

Sam: Smiles, then does something unexpected: she stands straight again, crossing her arms, waiting for De Tearion to make the first move. Ah, then technically, yes I am Forestfolk, since the Mist realms seem to mirror this world.

De Tearion: Chuckles at her actions. You are a Spiderfolk then? For those be the two species. He watches her, waiting for a reply as much as calculating how best to fight her. He doesn’t move though.

Sam: Chuckles In a way, I suppose I am. The will-o'-the-wisp form is one I take in the Mist Realms. Her form shifts dramatically to become the figure of a woman perched atop the body of a pale Brazilian Wandering Spider. See? Mine true form.

De Tearion: Looks at her in fascination. I see. Yet, I believe the two species are more humanoid than centaurine. That means you are a third species.

Me: Staring at pics of Brazilian Wandering Spiders in fascination, then taking notes. I collect spider pics, evil grin. Also, just fyi, the two species De Tearion is talking about are creatures I made. They have a similar build to Goliathans (humanoid but with some heavy arachnid features). They’re still vague, honestly, but they’re my only six-armed creatures at the moment.

Sam: Laughs Yes, that I would be. Now, will we fight, or shall we continue with words?

Me: Ah… and okay, lmao!

De Tearion: Intriguing. Snickers at her question. It matters not, yet I refuse to strike first. You are a woman, after all.

Sam: Chuckles Yet, I refuse to strike first. I see we've reached an impasse. She then grins and a net of web is launched at De Tearion. Not a strike, but nonetheless an attack, yes?

De Tearion: Laughs. Indeed we have. Chirps in mild surprise at the web, then cuts a few strands and begins to slowly peel it off. He takes his time, delicately removing the web, then balls it up. He chirps in fascination at it, then walks to a nearby tree and tucks the ball of web into the crook of a branch. He returns to where he was standing. Aye, that would be an attack. Shrugs, glancing back a last time at the ball of web as black mist forms around his fingers. He then casually throws a black bolt of energy at Sam, a bolt that would stun her.

Sam: Merely shakes her head, annoyed by the bolt. The stunning effects take effect slowly, but she quickly removes the effects from her mind, snorting. Nice try. But, as you were able to shake off my webs, I am able to shake off your stunning.

De Tearion: Intrigued and amused. You are a worthy opponent then. Suddenly teleports next to Sam, moving to scratch one of her legs, then teleports back to his first spot. Whether he had hit her or not wasn’t the point of that strike, because he was testing her. He knew very little about her race or skills, and her size was something he wasn’t accustomed to.

(She's different than other brazilian wandering spiders because magic.)

Sam: Snorts and looks at her leg. I wouldn't have done that if I were you. Unlike normal spiders, the hairs on my legs cause extreme pain and hallucinations.

(Lol. And Goliathans are walking tanks because their exoskeleton is natural heavy armor, though the downside is it’s somewhat innervated)

De Tearion: Hums. I see. Then ‘tis fortunate I was using my claws instead of my hands. Though, I will still possibly feel it. Shrugs nonchalantly. Pain be pain. I can tolerate plenty of it. Hallucinations… I am uncertain. Lightly shakes his hand to dislodge any hairs that might have stuck to him. He could already feel a stinging sensation on his claws, but he easily ignored it. Now you.