Lost Kingdom

Indie, Multiverse Original Character (Sideblogs for each verse) (Autoplay warning)

[whereistherhy]

The woods that reach for miles behind his home are a solitary place. A place where he goes when he needs to think or to simply stretch his legs. Or when it’s been so long since he’s tasted real combat that he needs a refresher.

He’s cleared a moderate area, using the logs to create a lean-to shed and a fire. He’s stripped himself of his robes, leaving only the underlying garments to adorn him. A simple button up shirt and the decorated pants are the only shield from the elements as he stands in the middle of the clearing. Clasping his hands together, his horn shines with a bright light. There’s a shock-wave that blows the snow away as he slams them into the ground, followed by a rumbling as golems of various sizes and shapes dig their way out of the dirt.

Somebody was going to have a fun time.

[whereistherhy]

“I never once considered this but I suppose it would give me something to do these days. I wonder if anyone would be interested in magic tutoring?”

[whereistherhy]

All is quiet. All is calm. The ability to become one with nature is a powerful one. Silent hoof-steps mark the trail this one has walked as he travels. He leaves nature untouched. It is as it should be.

“It is a wonderful day to be alive.”

[whereistherhy]

Standing over the smoldering body of his long time enemy, the forgotten King draws a sigil in the dirt below, before cleaning the dirt off the tip of his blade and sheathing the weapon. Without his collar, he was at full power, and at full power it would take an army of many different nations to hope to take him down. That, or one terribly powerful sorcerer. He could feel that his time was up for now, that he had to do this particular ritual fast or else he may lose consciousness.

Clasping his hands together, and then pulling them apart, he begins to chant an ominous spell, one of a language long forgotten. From space he pulls a glowing lance, etched with runes and with glowing green as if it was sentient. This lance had the power to banish souls to a place where they could never return, even when such a soul was as powerful as Echoes.

There’s a crackling, throaty laugh that comes from the corpse, Echoes head juttering to face Rhy. “This may be the last you see of me, you fool, but you better hope those other monsters that dared step between us are as strong as you.” He means the avian that distracted him from the fight for a moment, and the skeleton that attempted a sneak attack. “For even when I will die, they will still run wild you know. And you’re weak. I can feel it.” He grins, blood bubbling from his mouth as he laughs, wildly and with no hint of remorse.

The lance is driven into their chest. The time for words is over. The lance’s green glow explodes outwards for a moment, and then recedes back into itself, taking with it the soul of one Echoes Ignes, laughing all the way.

Dropping to his knees, he barely has the strength to hold himself up. Though not gravely injured nor mortally wounded, he’s taken enough damage that his healing magic has drained all the rest of his power away for now.

A Pyrrhic victory, but a victory indeed.

[whereistherhy]

(I need more action here! Like for a starter!)

[whereistherhy]

“Fighting is frowned upon.”

[whereistherhy]

(It is birthday!)

[encchants-moved]

[ whereistherhy ]

“Tell me. What is it like, swimming beneath the surface of the water?” He tilts his head. “I only ask because…I cannot swim.” He pushes his glasses back onto his face.

     “Swimming beneath water is surely relaxing, at least for me. I’m a water creature so it’s only natural for me to enjoy swimming. But trust me when i say that if you swim deep enough, you could find many delightful treasures hiding in the darkness. For example, there are some crystals embedded on the ground underwater, that’s part of why this water is costantly glowing and takes this beautiful cyan color..”

        She sighed.

    “.. Then, there are other treasures that are.. less pleasant, can you believe monsters are throwing their rubbish in the water? Do they even think about what they’re doing?”

[whereistherhy]

“Mmmm. It always has been a problem, hasn’t it?” He paces to and fro gently, exuding no anxiety or rush to be anywhere, simply continuing to give his brain a secondary activity while he converses. “Nature is a beautiful construct. It should be as it is, left to its own devices without meddling hands to bring it down or distort it.” He swirls his hands around, the cork on a flask hidden in his cloak popping softly as the liquid inside flows out, following the motions  of his hands.

“Though I cannot swim, I have no fear of the liquid, for it is life giving, is it not?” He asks, moving his arms as if he was dancing. The stream of liquid ebbed and flowed at his command, before taking the shape of the other’s face in an ice sculpture that placed itself gently in his hand. “For you, my friend.” He says, bowing and offering it to her.

[whereistherhy]

“Perhaps if I just freeze all of you in place, then someone who doesn’t care can get some peace and quiet for once.”

[whereistherhy]

He's 8 feet tall.

"You're all small."

[pegasxssquadron]

EMERGENCY EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY EMERGENCY!

Incoming Enemy Fighters! Prepare for Launch!

Hey you! Are you in the Star Fox RPC? Do you want to roleplay with an ace Cornerian Pilot OC? Give this post a like or a reblog and I’ll follow you right back!

Please note, this is a sideblog to my main blog, which is right here, so I will follow back from that!

[whereistherhy]

(Whoops made a side-blog for that verse as well)

 https://pegasxssquadron.tumblr.com/

[whereistherhy]

(Too many verses. Making side-blogs for them all now!)

[whereistherhy]

(Oops I can’t control myself so I made a Star Fox verse for rhy)

[bcrndark]

Give this post a like or a reblog if you want to rp with a mean girl that isn’t actually all that mean, and is trying to better themselves for the sake of their friends. How about an orphan who may or may not have a deeper connection to the strange world she saved with her two new friends?

I can’t wait to rp with you guys…can’t say the same for Susie though.

[whereistherhy]

Where the evil wizard’s arms had spun off into the dirt, later to be retrieved, necromantic magic had dug into the soil, bringing forth those who had long since been at rest.

From the ground, a mighty arm thrusts upwards, pulling the rest of its host with ease. A huge, towering corvid-like monster sporting armor that bore the same sigils as Rhy’s clothes shrugged its arms, working the kinks out of its body. It had been at rest for so long...but now it lived again. Looking at his hands, the monster knew what it wanted to do, but it also knew what its SOUL wanted to do. Influenced by evil magic, it sought to destroy Rhydderrch, though by memories and will of heart, it wanted to protect. Thick feathers rustle softly as it explores its surrounding, before being jolted by the magic that willed it to life. Eyes glowing green, the same sheen that leaked from the evil unicorn’s burning hands, it summons forth a large war hammer, trudging along to search for its target.

Not too much longer after the ancient bird monster rose, so too was another coming to light. Digging furiously, like some sort of upset animal, the snout and head of a massive dragon-like creature popped through, swiveling about to sniff the air with a forked tongue. Digging the rest of itself out with fevered claws, it creeps about, seemingly skittish despite easily being nearly three times as large as Rhy himself. Though once loyal to the lost king, it too was influenced by evil will, being jolted all the same to seek and destroy.

Bertram the Mighty and Drakus Ferro-corpus roam the lands once again.

[whereistherhy]

Suddenly, he lived again. And there was the one who killed him. "Echoes.... Pain... Death... KILL." Did the revived royal guard think he could do much against an insane necromancer? Perhaps not, but the worst that could happen was he was killed again. Perhaps Rhys could help him. (Don't know if that was what your tags had in mind, but here you go.)

Rhy had a lot on his mind, currently. A thought process of more or less ‘gotta kill this guy before anything worse happens,’ which, given the situation, was sort of correct. Echoes, having pulled his arms out of the ground like some gross carrots, has had 0 cares for who or what his magic affects, only knowing its purpose.

Seems like Rhy would have to deal with this later when he wasn’t trying to keep from getting cleaved in half.