#metalmancercipher

[silly-storm-chaser]

My accent is mild texas accent but I use all the conjunctions I can. I have legitimately used "Y'all'ud'v'e" multiple times.

//And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that  XD

[steel-maiden]

Steel becomes War

The first thing most people noticed about the shop was the heat. Having a small forge lit and burning constantly produced quite a lot of warmth, even with all the ventilation technology she’d purchased and installed. The next thing most people noticed was that the air was almost perfectly clean inside. Sure, the shop didn’t sit down in the Sump, but the Gray was too thick for August no matter where she went in Zaun. It struck her as odd that smoke from a fire didn’t bother her at all but the thick air here made her sputter and cough. So the same systems that drew out smoke also kept the air fresh.

Beyond that, the space was small, cramped with tool-lined walls, quenching tanks, belt-sanders, an anvil, a dishing plate, and toward the front, a display case holding examples of her work. It wasn’t quite the blacksmith’s shop she dreamed of, but she still forged items as ordered. 

The location, too, wasn’t to her liking, but beggars can’t really be choosers. The Bridgewaltz was above, far too pricey for her budget when she set up. And since none of the shops on the levels immediately below were willing to put up with the fire hazard, it had cost her to have the tiny business built from the ground up away from anything else, set back in the cliff wall. Luckily she snagged a plot within a crevice in the stone, even if the weight of the city and a half above did sometimes worry her. At least the need for augmentation parts was high enough to keep her in business. She missed making blades and armor, but a girl’s gotta eat. 

As she sat behind the counter, looking over the cover plate for someone’s new arm, the bell over the door rang. Setting the piece down, along with the engraving chisel she’d been using to add in the requested design, August stood up, leaning ever so slightly onto the glass display. “Hey there! Welcome to Crowly’s Creations,” her rough voice called to him. “Never seen you in before, is there something I can do for you, Mr...?”

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[yi-dashi-a]

@metalmancercipher liked for a starter (RIP yi I gues)

The Wuju Bladesman considered the man before him with judgemental eyes, his lenses whirring along with his intent. He was often one to walk up to a stranger with extroverted flair, asking all manner of questions before being reminded that not everyone was as curious as he. This mage was different, however. His aura wasn’t unknowable enough that it caused the familiar twang of blood to hit his dulled tongue, but it was still one of the most unique magics he’d ever seen. It gave the specific sense the man wasn’t to be tampered with. That Yi shouldn’t have been so curious today.

Ionian, but not. Earthly, but not. Attuned to something, but what? Powerful...

He always knew he was too curious for his own good.

“Hail, stranger.” Yi said, adjusting his sword. The thing had a hefty travel sack attached to it, and as such was not well suited for combat as it was. Yi bowed all the same though, his tone and demeanor courteously astute, “You would not mind sating an old man’s curiosity, would you? I see in you quite the magehood, and I am a collector of experiences. I feel as if yours could be a good addition to my collection...”

[coruscatiio-a]

starter for @metalmancercipher​. 

   “Another sex on the beach,” spoke a gruff voice, tarnished by years of living in the grey when she was younger with no protection. Of course, she had gotten better with her blight over the years, but there was something always smoky about the way she talked. The night was nowhere near beginning, the redlight district beginning to glow with the sins of sex and slavery and illegal trades.     Oh, it had been far too long since Silla had visited her old stomping grounds.    The cyborg had gotten a tip, the first one in years since she became involved with her husband. No one had wanted to mess with her then. She was married to a monster. Of course, she knew words got twisted and lies dripped from lips like the blood she used to spill on a daily basis- but! They weren’t all that wrong when it came to his true goals. She had power now.     Silla grabbed the drink as soon as as she looked to the left, something humming within her spine like a magnet.    “And here I am, bein’ tipped off about a potential client as a prank.” Eyes of cyanide rolled around in her sockets, vexation building up in her bloodstream. What a joke.

[crystals-angel-blog]

"I killed fifteen people today. I'm slacking, so it seems. Any advice on how to eliminate an absurd number of innocent people without alerting them to my presence?"

“Normally I would reccomend an AK-47 or perhaps a bomb if you want to kill a lot of people. But if you do not want to alert them to your presence I would suggest you maybe hire a distraction and slit a lot of throats.”He paused.“BUT… I am wholly against the mindless murder of innocent people. So I may or may not have to stop you or alert people to what you are planning.”

[summoner-renzus]

Old Enemies

With all the usual precautions taken, removing all metallic equipment from his person, Renzus stepped into the shadows of one of Zaun’s isolated hovels, an old flophouse that once housed chemical factory workers, now the hideout of an old foe that had decided to resurface.

Dealing with the meager resistance that guarded the residence was little challenge, if at all. The dregs that were Zaunite thugs had never truly encountered a true mage before, certainly not one far more versed in the arcane arts than the man they were guarding. Four of them in total, they barely had time to gape in horrified surprise as their hextech weapons were turned aside by shimmering barriers, before they were contemptuously hurled aside by crushing telekinetic force.

The door proved a similarly irrelevant obstacle, its heavy lock simply melting away into a puddle of rapidly-cooling molten iron. Pushing the door open, the First Crow strode into the dark, almost-empty room, grey eyes locked onto the distant form of his quarry.

“Marcus Cipher.” He spoke, with a voice keener than a sharpened blade, its tone cold like ice. “Still up to your old tricks, I see.”

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[infinite-xerath]

Servant: Marcus Cipher

Servant Name: Marcus CipherClass: AvengerAlignment: Lawful EvilStrength: CEndurance: BAgility: DMagical energy: BLuck: CNoble Phantasm: Magnesis Anarchy (B, Anti-Army)A specialized technique using Cipher’s power and reputation. It is the epitome of “using magnetic power to cause chaos over a wide area,” symbolizing how he overthrow an entire nation with his unrivaled magic during his life. Cipher places both hands upon the ground, and unleashes a pulse of magical energy in all directions that alters objects magnetic properties, causing metal objects to be drawn together. Weapons, armor, and even parts of the environment can be magnetized to one-another due to proximity, making it more effect in areas with a high concentration of metal.

[goodandbadhearts]

"Use your power as an elementalist to destroy corruption, or further it?

“Destroy corruption. That’s an easy one. I don’t enjoy the idea of harming anyone, and if I can stop something from hurting someone I will. I use my magic to protect and help people. Not to destroy and slaughter.”