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@antagonistic-arsonist
The boy lived, but his soul was forever bound. His mind, a vessel of something ancient.
Something men dare not dream of.
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Fandomless OC RP Blog for a Dragonborn Sorcerer, Medieval Fantasy-based but not explicitly D&D only.
About Rules
Hello & Goodbye
Not a super promising post title, but you get the idea.
You’ll probably have noticed I haven’t posted anything on tumblr in the past few months, and though that’s not really uncommon for me, I’ve decided it might be better to pull the plug rather than consistently feeling bad about the whole thing. So, you can consider this blog retired and archived.
H O W E V E R
I do still very much love my boy and would love to RP with him elsewhere, I just find Tumblr a little difficult to use.
If you wanna keep in touch, or maybe even start a new thread on somewhere like Discord (I like to use Tupperbox for that), feel free to add me.
Herbivore The Carnivore#0904
Sorry to vanish, but Tumblr’s just not that great anymore. I’d love to keep up contact/make some new threads on Discord for anyone who still wants to hang out with the Boy though.
Hey, my tumblr RP motivation’s been pretty stickly for a while and I do wanna make an effort to reply here.
Like this post if you’re still waiting on a reply from me, and I’ll be sure to get on it.
Also, feel free to add me on Discord. I’m up for RPing there if anyone’s comfortable with it.
Hey, my tumblr RP motivation’s been pretty stickly for a while and I do wanna make an effort to reply here.
Like this post if you’re still waiting on a reply from me, and I’ll be sure to get on it.
Also, feel free to add me on Discord. I’m up for RPing there if anyone’s comfortable with it.
voidamphibian:
Even as her inadvertent attack got more of a reaction than she would have thought, Avent’s first assumption was that this was just Myrakaar’s way of dodging it. He was a vast void entity, after all; it was hard to tell where his form began and ended, especially with the empty darkness behind him.
Her fear only grew stronger when her enemy laughed. She… she’d provoked him, hadn’t she?
A feeble attack like this could only make things worse. Maybe he took it as a challenge, or maybe he just saw it as proof that she didn’t stand a chance if they were to fight for real. Either way, she should probably–
Her thoughts were interrupted by the way her presence was forcibly injected back into her body, or at least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe she had just woken up from whatever trance she had been in. Her eyes focused, first on the bookshelves surrounding her, then on the one other living thing in the room.
“I… w-what…”
One glance at Sirus’ face told her all she needed to know. This wasn’t Myrakaar she was looking at… at least, not just him. Standing in front of her was both someone she needed to protect, and the exact thing she needed to protect him from. Combined with the fact that she still felt powerless against Myrakaar, she did not like her options right now – or lack thereof. But her compassion got the better of her for now.
“I-I do not know,” she replied, lowering herself into a sort of crouching position and extending a hand. “Please… can you tell me what you do know?”
His twitches and brief convulsions grew more rapid, yet he didn’t seem at all aware of them. His veins began to blacken beneath his eyes as the presence within swelled, approaching the surface.
“I-I...there was...a...p-portal- GH-!...A-And I...went...I went...”
Suddenly, his body seized, and he cried out in a terrible, fearful agony.
“G-AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH-!”
He fell onto his back and his breathing quickened. It looked as if the boy was dying right in front of her. Veins darkened and spread out further, beginning to cover most of his face, yet his eyes were pure in that uncorrupted, genuine fear. The air felt so much colder.
“Iwentthrough...I...Iwentthroughand...”
He cried out again. It felt as if his soul was being torn apart from the inside. That some growing presence was forcing its way out of him, agonizingly slowly.
“...I don’t wanna die...”
dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is “abnormal” or “hazardous” prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson
padshiyx:
Jesus Christ, if that wasn’t just a dead give away already, that’d just make this all the more obvious. He’d been on this guys tail for a while, which the mere sight of this poor bastard just having so much bad luck befall him time and time again, he he’d laugh. He most definitely would be getting some sort of sick kick out of this. Ever so nonchalantly just walking from the tree line, he couldn’t quite care less for the scene. Let alone the other plight, with the bird just moving out of the foliage with his gun drawn, along with his signature blade in the off hand. He’s getting paid, that’s all that matters. Which he doesn’t quite figure the more subtle approach would need to be warranted in this situation.
“Aight, Kid. Get your Fucking hands up.” Granted the information on what was handed to him left him being wary of getting much closer. He’s never been a man who inherently cares for why someone got the bounty more so how. As those motives and skills hold up even some years down the line. And he wasn’t quite going to treat this one any differently. “Forget your bag, cause we got something that needs taking care of…” Naturally, circling the other with the Gun trained on the ‘Quarry’.
He stopped at the voice, splashing feet in the shallow river bed coming to a halt. He watched the torn bag float away, and all of his work with it. His anger built, and directed itself at the unseen voice.
Slow and stiff, his arms began to raise above his head. His gaze didn’t turn to wherever it came from. Instead, he just stood still, letting whoever this was get comfortable for the moment.
“...This a robbery?” His voice was harsh and hateful, but distinctly young. “’Cause I’m watchin’ anything of value drift away into the sunset.”
Finally, his head turned to the hunter, orange eyes glistening a little over his shoulder.
“...Or is this somethin’ else? ‘Cause you’re either too ignorant to know who I am, or stupid enough to come after me with a reason.”
Closed starter for @padshiyx
Infamous sorcerer, arsonist, murderer, scourge of Tiensvaal and outlaw of the Highvale Forest, Sirus Renn...
...Was currently dragging a massive sack with a hole in it through a muddy footpath, leaking supplies like a punctured ale barrel and looking like an overburdened idiot.
“Fuck.”
Another bundle of apples fell out as the sack split further.
“Fuck.”
The bag got caught on a rock and lost a waterskin.
“FUCKING-”
He grabbed the sack and tied it closed, before taking it by the edges of the hole and carrying it that way - the hole was too big for a mending spell, and his current strategy wasn’t getting him anywhere. As he got out to the river that cut straight through the dense forest, he clambered over the rocks...only for the sack to tear up completely and spill its contents into the water.
“aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
His frustrated yell spooked the birds from the trees.
callmekamikaze:
Even so, Caspian did not withdraw this time, since he was simply protecting Rey. He knew that she wouldn’t stand up for herself, especially since she actually believed she deserved Sirus’ scolding, thinking it was her own fault for passing out.
“Never said I expected you to act friendly. I just figured at the very least you’d act decent.” her voice grumbled, “Can we at least walk and talk? Ordanus isn’t going to stay dead and us standing around blathering at each other only gives him time to find us. And he’s more prepared each time.” For someone who had been unconscious just a moment before, she seemed eager to get moving instead of resting.
“...”
He glared for a time longer. His lip curled a little, baring a few teeth in frustration.
“Fine.” The door to the cottage suddenly swung open, despite the sorcerer being some feet away. “Your lead, ma’am.” He held out a hand, and an apple flew from a small wicker basket on the table into his hand. He took a bite, and half of it was already gone.
“Ymve gt-...” He swallowed. “-a lotta explaining to do. Starting with that gaggle of dickheads I had to deal with for you.” He turned, and was out the door, seemingly expecting her to start walking out and ahead of him. “Dudes in armour piss me off. Religious dudes in armour piss me off more.”
callmekamikaze:
She shrank in on herself a little, averting her gaze and even starting to tremble. But at that point, Cas had heard enough. In an instant her shoulders stopped trembling and her right hand balled into a fist.
“Stop talking to her like that.” her voice would suddenly hiss, “You have made your point, there is no need to be such an ass about it. We understand that we owe you, now lay off. Can’t you see she’s sorry you got involved? Can’t you see you’re only upsetting her more?” He was being very careful to not raise his voice too badly, sounding more like an irritated parent than anything. “We don’t have a lot of gold, if that’s even what you’d like. But if you want something stolen, done.”
The Dragonborn’s gaze narrows in irritation, and confusion as her tone utterly changed. Her body language, her accent, completely tossed aside. And she was referring to herself...in the third person?
“What the fuck?”
He stepped off the wall, fists clenched like a bully who had just been provoked.
“Mind who the fuck you’re talkin’ to...” He glared into her eyes with a daring rage, but his gaze was cast twofold, as the subtle blackness below his eyes seemed to spread out a little more. On the surface, Sirus was glaring at Rey. But beneath, the dark being inside was glaring at the other.
Yet despite the psuedo-provocation, something gently pulled him away from violence.
“...I’m not your friend, so don’t expect to be treated like one. And I don’t need your money, either. But you say you’re a thief?”
callmekamikaze:
Normally Caspian would never let someone talk to Reyna that way, and she was a bit shocked when he didn’t take control and give the dragonborn a piece of his mind. He was being so quiet…
“Ordanus..” she said, getting to her feet as well, but being careful since her head was still spinning a little, “He keeps coming back, I’ve killed him twice now but he always comes back again.. First time it happened, he left a body behind, but now he just turns to ash when he dies.. Something or someone is keeping alive so he can come after me..”
“Typical bullshit.” He turned away from her, to one of the counters opposite the fireplace - some kind of kitchen-workstation. He took a mortar and pestle and began grinding down on some kind of orange-green mixture that was inside, having apparently been working on it since before she awoke.
“I only got involved, ‘cause he pissed me off. But I guess he’s gonna want me now, huh? Maybe if you hadn’t shown up, fucked up my day, I wouldn’t have to deal with this?”
He cast the contents of the bowl into a metal pan above an unlit stove, and then turned around to face her. The wood below the pan suddenly erupted into flame.
“You know you owe me, right? Like, bigtime.”
☭ Sirus (and possibly Myrakaar) vs Avent!
(I cut out the assist cause seeing how their relationship is really going, I can't imagine a situation where either of them would assist her, especially not Myrakaar)
Sirus
BATTLE THEME: Crusader Kings 2 - Legacy of Rome
BATTLE INTRO: "You're wrong...there's NOTHING IN ME! L-LEAVE ME ALONE!"
VICTORY: "I...I told you..."
DEFEAT: "D-don't-...just l-leave me..."
TAUNT: "YOU'RE WRONG! Y-YOU'RE LYING, I'M FINE!"
REACTING TO TAUNT: "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
FLEE: "Don't...DON'T FOLLOW ME!"
REACTING TO FLEE: "...Good..."
TIE: "I just...I just wanna be left alone..."
PERFECT VICTORY: "He...he makes me STRONG..."
FINISH MOVE: "What- is...ha-...ppen..ning..."
Sirus begins to convulse, and Myrakaar grows forth from him.
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Myrakaar
BATTLE THEME: Jon Of The Shred - Walls Closing In
BATTLE INTRO: "So restricting, this vessel..."
VICTORY: "You are not to first to hope and resist. You are not to first to fail, either. Though it seems you may be the last."
DEFEAT: "...You...will NOT STOP ME...I am BEYOND YOU..."
TAUNT: "Come, then. Show me how best you struggle."
REACTING TO TAUNT: "...Finished?"
FLEE: "You will not stop me...I need not defeat you to succeed."
REACTING TO FLEE: "You cannot outrun me, Avent Epta. I am infinite."
TIE: "To delay the inevitable...is not to defeat it..."
PERFECT VICTORY: "...And you call yourself a goddess."
FINISH MOVE: "...And so it ends. And so...I am All."
The darkness absorbs Avent, and her power is used to tear open a portal to beyond the planes of existence.
Myrakaar consumes them all.
☭ Sparring, Sirus vs. Oscar (themanofgloom)
BATTLE THEME: Brunuhville - Rise of a Kingdom
BATTLE INTRO: "Let's boil that little sword a' yours."
VICTORY: "Not sure what you were expectin'."
DEFEAT: "Wh-...sh-shit, what the hell!?"
ASSIST: "What the fuck have you gotten into now!?"
TAUNT: "Come on, flowerboy. I got my weedwhacker right here."
REACTING TO TAUNT: "..."
FLEE: "No- nono, I ain't gonna let YOU beat me!"
REACTING TO FLEE: "Wh-...dude, come on!"
TIE: "...A-Alright, you...you have somethin', at least..."
PERFECT VICTORY: "...Hey, you...you're alright, yeah?"
FINISH MOVE: "I'm not gonna lose, not to YOU!"
Sirus lets his anger get the better of him, and lets out a blind fireball at Oscar.
themanofgloom:
“So… this is it.”
The two of them stood right outside the inn. It was early in the morning, so not many people at all were actually… well. Out and about; Oscar stood next to Sirus, giant compared to him, yet somewhat less dominant in his posture. He had shadows under his eyes and seemed relatively exhausted – and he’d bite his lip as hard as he could to keep himself from saying anything about last night. For the boy’s safety. For his poor, poor safety, gods, his safety–
“… I don’t remember if I said this already or not, but yes, I already paid. D-Don’t worry.” He hoped desperately that Sirus would just mistake his anxiety as a norm. He’d… already appeared anxious before, correct? Correct. Maybe. Hopefully.
Oscar inhaled a large breath, and the flowers on his head all closed – when he exhaled, the flowers opened again, and he gave a nervous glance to Sirus.
“… Do you remember that circle I drew on the ground, near where you got shot?” he asked. “Remember that spot. Every time you stand in it, it heals you. Because… I’m not going to be around to save your life again if I need to.”
Another pause, more awkward this time.
“… You know where Serro is? I… I live there.”
Sirus seemed rather...something, when he woke up. Happy was definitely not the word, but he was much less aloof and disoriented than he had been yesterday. He was gone to get Oscar in the morning, which seemed uncharacteristic for his otherwise psuedo-inconsiderate attitude.
He didn’t remember yesterday all that well, in truth. He knew Oscar had saved him. He knew he was...thankful. For that. He remembered the circle. He remembered...he had thrown up? He forgot why.
He was pulled out of his recollection at the question.
“Oh- Serro?”
It was a shithole. He wanted to say it was a shithole. It was so hard not to say it was a shithole.
“Yeah, I know. You headin’ back there?”
callmekamikaze:
She held very still as the nearly molten blade was held close enough to almost brand her, but she let out the breath she’d been holding when he pulled it away. She rubbed her head, still trying to collect her thoughts.
“…. Reyna.. It’s Reyna..” she said softly, “I’m sorry you had to get involved.. They didn’t hurt you, did they..?” There was genuine concern in her voice, especially since she knew those knights were more than capable of doing harm to anyone that got in their way. “I would have gotten us out of there but…” she hesitated, trying to recall, “I fainted for some reason…” There was an expectant pause as she waited for Caspian to try and fill her in or comment at all, yet the demon remained silent, which was uncharacteristic for him…
“No, they didn’t hurt me.” He sounded annoyed at the insinuation, and he never let go of that furrowed brow and burning, annoyed glare. It almost seemed like it was part of his resting expression.
“-And I didn’t need you to get me out of anywhere.” He stood up, and stepped away from her, still staring down as if expecting her to stand. “For your information, those jackasses are dead. ‘Cept...” He silently grumbled at the reminder. “...’Cept one of ‘em. Fucked off before I could finish the job.”
“Next time, maybe don’t pass out in the middle of a goddamn fight.”
themanofgloom:
She was really doing her best to at least seem intimidated – and she was – but in the end, she felt overall annoyed. She got it. She was being lectured and now this weird dark guy was trying to show off to her. Maybe some stereotypical, predictable bad-guy thing where he was like “You are foolish for thinking the boy is some harmless companion you can simply toy with; your young mind treads in a dark path, yet you are blindly ignorant to it” or something.
It felt like it was going to be predictable, but deep down, Rudy still had that fear. It was natural; meant to exist when she was in front of a threat. And surely, this threat was bigger than her father. By a lot.
However, she was taken off guard by Sirus appearing. For a moment, she thought to herself… was that actually him? It looked like him, yeah, but anything could look like anybody if they tried hard enough. But when she saw him display that genuine fear out of nowhere… she realized that it probably wasn’t consciously Sirus.
“Because of you, I’m guessing,” Rudy replied. She kicked her feet back and forth, adding, “Are you gonna make an example of crushing or hurting him in front of me while monologuing about how you have full and total control over him and how my needless fawning is idiotic because I might lead myself into a death trap because you can influence him to tear me apart, bit by bit, in a slow painful death, where I’m never gonna see my dad again, and he’s gonna suffer and be forced to witness my death?”
She stared at the image of Sirus. “Just a guess…”
“My, you are amusing...”
He turned back to her in full. The horns atop his head seeming to serve as the only real indicator of direction, alongside those eyes.
“You may not truly be his child, but you certainly have his attitude. But just like him...you are terribly overconfident. I have no interest in your fawning. But indeed, you are right. He is mine. I could demand he tear you apart, and he would obey. But I have no interest in that. I would simply have you understand. What lies beneath.”
He paused, staring...deeper for a moment. “I sense...doubt. Uncertainty.”
Slowly, he looked down at Sirus. His eyes were clenched shut, and he seemed to shake in silent fear.
“...I assure you, he is not some mirage.”
Suddenly, he jolted awake. His head raised, his eyes opened, and he looked forward. Then, at her. Around them all. At him.
“R...Rudy? What’s-...what is this-”
“Silence, boy.”
The tone was strict, but...almost uncaring. Sirus stopped talking immediately, but he wouldn’t look away from Rudy. He still shook. He looked like he wanted to speak, but was too petrified to do anything.
☭ Ormad vs. Myrakaar (themanofgloom)
BATTLE THEME: Jon of the Shred - Northbury Grove
BATTLE INTRO: "I'll be joyful to do away with you."
VICTORY: "...You will not contest me again."
DEFEAT: "YOU WILL REMAIN...WHEN THE END ARRIVES. YOU WILL SUFFER. YOUR CHILD...WILL SUFFER."
ASSIST: Likewise, Absolutely Not
TAUNT: "You are not the first to make a stand against eternity. Hardly the most impressive."
REACTING TO TAUNT: "...And what shows more strength? To be born into godhood, or to attain it?"
FLEE: "This shall end. But not here."
REACTING TO FLEE: "Cower. Flee to your child, and to your bed, and delude yourself of my inevitability."
TIE: "Within my plan, time is progress."
PERFECT VICTORY: "...You were saying something?"
FINISH MOVE: "You are mine. And all else shall follow."
Blackness envelops and absorbs Ormad.
