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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 22:26:06 GMT
Was this done surgically, or are the parts attached together naturally?I get up to examine the corpse. Ah I wouldn- *When your hand gets close to it the pits on it's head suddenly gain a pupil of glowing white and the creature starts thrashing* *Three black tendril-like tongues begin to thrash out of it's mouth while dripping tar-like saliva. A deep warped voice comes out as it starts to be heard as it shrieks* *Edward quickly jabs an opened bottle that seems to be made much differently than normal into the back of the creature's head. A black fluid is drained into the bottle from it as the creature shudders and falls limp on the table. Eyes blank* |
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Post by Xward on Dec 30, 2014 22:35:00 GMT
Ah I wouldn- *When your hand gets close to it the pits on it's head suddenly gain a pupil of glowing white and the creature starts thrashing* *Three black tendril-like tongues begin to thrash out of it's mouth while dripping tar-like saliva. A deep warped voice comes out as it starts to be heard as it shrieks* *Edward quickly jabs an opened bottle that seems to be made much differently than normal into the back of the creature's head. A black fluid is drained into the bottle from it as the creature shudders and falls limp on the table. Eyes blank* *Kieth has drawn a small shortsword* That... Thing... Is still alive? Ah I wouldn- *When your hand gets close to it the pits on it's head suddenly gain a pupil of glowing white and the creature starts thrashing* *Three black tendril-like tongues begin to thrash out of it's mouth while dripping tar-like saliva. A deep warped voice comes out as it starts to be heard as it shrieks* *Edward quickly jabs an opened bottle that seems to be made much differently than normal into the back of the creature's head. A black fluid is drained into the bottle from it as the creature shudders and falls limp on the table. Eyes blank* Yes... I wouldn't exactly call it "living" but it definitely isn't dead *Edward lifts the bottle with the black liquid, showing that it is only half full* This is designed to drain a target of it's bodily fluids, for several days, about twice in a single one, it has been reviving. |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Dec 30, 2014 22:37:24 GMT
*Kieth has drawn a small shortsword* That... Thing... Is still alive? ...it...lives. *You get the sense that this is a question* Yes... I wouldn't exactly call it "living" but it definitely isn't dead *Edward lifts the bottle with the black liquid, showing that it is only half full* This is designed to drain a target of it's bodily fluids, for several days, about twice in a single one, it has been reviving. *Claudia unwraps the bandages around her left hand, revealing it to be heavily cracked and almost stone-like, There is a sort of Mosquito-based symbol on its palm, and when holding it out to the creature, it glows red, before stopping.* Not our kind, at least. |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 22:39:15 GMT
*Kieth has drawn a small shortsword* That... Thing... Is still alive? ...it...lives. *You get the sense that this is a question* Yes... I wouldn't exactly call it "living" but it definitely isn't dead *Edward lifts the bottle with the black liquid, showing that it is only half full* This is designed to drain a target of it's bodily fluids, for several days, about twice in a single one, it has been reviving.
this is useful information. do you have more?
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Louis
Magboil Handler
Oh good a terrible death place.
Posts: 996 
Favorite Disease: Bullet to the face syndrome
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Post by Louis on Dec 30, 2014 22:41:24 GMT
*Kieth resheathes his shortsword* So, it produces some sort of fluid that revives itself?
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Post by Xward on Dec 30, 2014 22:49:51 GMT
Yes... I wouldn't exactly call it "living" but it definitely isn't dead *Edward lifts the bottle with the black liquid, showing that it is only half full* This is designed to drain a target of it's bodily fluids, for several days, about twice in a single one, it has been reviving. *Claudia unwraps the bandages around her left hand, revealing it to be heavily cracked and almost stone-like, There is a sort of Mosquito-based symbol on its palm, and when holding it out to the creature, it glows red, before stopping.* Not our kind, at least.No I wouldn't call it undead. I think it would need to be successfully killed for that to work Yes... I wouldn't exactly call it "living" but it definitely isn't dead *Edward lifts the bottle with the black liquid, showing that it is only half full* This is designed to drain a target of it's bodily fluids, for several days, about twice in a single one, it has been reviving.
this is useful information. do you have more?
*There is a mind but it seems to be comatose and alien* Yes we had two others, a large bull-like one and a more snake shaped one. They all wear the garment, though the hat seems to be in slightly different shapes. *Kieth resheathes his shortsword* So, it produces some sort of fluid that revives itself? No, I think it somehow spontaneously regains it's bodily fluids. To be more precise it seems to revive for no good reason |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 22:52:10 GMT
Is it undead, then?*Claudia unwraps the bandages around her left hand, revealing it to be heavily cracked and almost stone-like, There is a sort of Mosquito-based symbol on its palm, and when holding it out to the creature, it glows red, before stopping.* Not our kind, at least. No I wouldn't call it undead. I think it would need to be successfully killed for that to work *Gwyndolen attempts to determine if a mind is present within the creature*
this is useful information. do you have more?
*There is a mind but it seems to be comatose and alien* Yes we had two others, a large bull-like one and a more snake shaped one. They all wear the garment, though the hat seems to be in slightly different shapes. *Kieth resheathes his shortsword* So, it produces some sort of fluid that revives itself? No, I think it somehow spontaneously regains it's bodily fluids. To be more precise it seems to revive for no good reason |
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Pumpkinheadeddoll
Frequent Core Shifter
I have a big hammer and I smash stuff sometimes
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Post by Pumpkinheadeddoll on Dec 30, 2014 22:52:15 GMT
*The door suddenly flings open, and a figure stands in the frame. About eight feet tall, wearing heavy iron plate, adorned with symbols of rainstorms and octopus tentacles. A heavily dented metal helm sits upon their head, marked with antler engravings, and a sheet of Chainmail hides the face. What looked like a beard originally descending from under the chainmail, is quickly revealed to be a set of tentacles. Purple squid eyes stare from the holes in the helmet, and their is a necklace of what looks like dried flesh. There are two axes on his back.* *He immediately takes a seat, and remains silent.* *a man in dark metal and leather armour is woken from napping outside the meeting building his sleep by the sounds of conversation and repeated opening of doors, grabbing at his greying red beard as he stands and readjusting his dyed animal headwear, he grabs his mace Matilda and enters* sorry about my late entrance mates, wwhen i got here the sun was hitting this place in such a way it would have been a crime not to sit down and rest, seems I lost track of time *he laughs heartily* the names Gurdian, smith of the order of the harvest king at y'er service *he stops and surveys the room* boy a wide variety of people here, ive never even seen half of these faiths before |
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Louis
Magboil Handler
Oh good a terrible death place.
Posts: 996
Favorite Disease: Bullet to the face syndrome
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Post by Louis on Dec 30, 2014 22:54:56 GMT
Ah, the swamp dweller is here. Nice to meet you gurdian.
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Pumpkinheadeddoll
Frequent Core Shifter
I have a big hammer and I smash stuff sometimes
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Favorite Disease: Skullshakes
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Post by Pumpkinheadeddoll on Dec 30, 2014 22:57:35 GMT
Ah, the swamp dweller is here. Nice to meet you gurdian. ah! a man of the mountain, good to see a friend of the swamp so early on |
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Louis
Magboil Handler
Oh good a terrible death place.
Posts: 996
Favorite Disease: Bullet to the face syndrome
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Post by Louis on Dec 30, 2014 23:00:10 GMT
Ah, the swamp dweller is here. Nice to meet you gurdian. ah! a man of the mountain, good to see a friend of the swamp so early on It is a relief to see you as well. I was beginning to worry you didn't send a representative. |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Dec 30, 2014 23:00:30 GMT
*The door suddenly flings open, and a figure stands in the frame. About eight feet tall, wearing heavy iron plate, adorned with symbols of rainstorms and octopus tentacles. A heavily dented metal helm sits upon their head, marked with antler engravings, and a sheet of Chainmail hides the face. What looked like a beard originally descending from under the chainmail, is quickly revealed to be a set of tentacles. Purple squid eyes stare from the holes in the helmet, and their is a necklace of what looks like dried flesh. There are two axes on his back.* *He immediately takes a seat, and remains silent.* *a man in dark metal and leather armour is woken from napping outside the meeting building his sleep by the sounds of conversation and repeated opening of doors, grabbing at his greying red beard as he stands and readjusting his dyed animal headwear, he grabs his mace Matilda and enters* sorry about my late entrance mates, wwhen i got here the sun was hitting this place in such a way it would have been a crime not to sit down and rest, seems I lost track of time *he laughs heartily* the names Gurdian, smith of the order of the harvest king at y'er service *he stops and surveys the room* boy a wide variety of people here, ive never even seen half of these faiths before |
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Post by Durga on Dec 30, 2014 23:01:06 GMT
*a man in dark metal and leather armour is woken from napping outside the meeting building his sleep by the sounds of conversation and repeated opening of doors, grabbing at his greying red beard as he stands and readjusting his dyed animal headwear, he grabs his mace Matilda and enters* sorry about my late entrance mates, wwhen i got here the sun was hitting this place in such a way it would have been a crime not to sit down and rest, seems I lost track of time *he laughs heartily* the names Gurdian, smith of the order of the harvest king at y'er service *he stops and surveys the room* boy a wide variety of people here, ive never even seen half of these faiths before Good to meet you, Gurdian. I have always admired your people's smithing techniques. |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 23:01:26 GMT
*The door suddenly flings open, and a figure stands in the frame. About eight feet tall, wearing heavy iron plate, adorned with symbols of rainstorms and octopus tentacles. A heavily dented metal helm sits upon their head, marked with antler engravings, and a sheet of Chainmail hides the face. What looked like a beard originally descending from under the chainmail, is quickly revealed to be a set of tentacles. Purple squid eyes stare from the holes in the helmet, and their is a necklace of what looks like dried flesh. There are two axes on his back.* *He immediately takes a seat, and remains silent.* *a man in dark metal and leather armour is woken from napping outside the meeting building his sleep by the sounds of conversation and repeated opening of doors, grabbing at his greying red beard as he stands and readjusting his dyed animal headwear, he grabs his mace Matilda and enters* sorry about my late entrance mates, wwhen i got here the sun was hitting this place in such a way it would have been a crime not to sit down and rest, seems I lost track of time *he laughs heartily* the names Gurdian, smith of the order of the harvest king at y'er service *he stops and surveys the room* boy a wide variety of people here, ive never even seen half of these faiths before
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Post by Xward on Dec 30, 2014 23:07:49 GMT
*a man in dark metal and leather armour is woken from napping outside the meeting building his sleep by the sounds of conversation and repeated opening of doors, grabbing at his greying red beard as he stands and readjusting his dyed animal headwear, he grabs his mace Matilda and enters* sorry about my late entrance mates, wwhen i got here the sun was hitting this place in such a way it would have been a crime not to sit down and rest, seems I lost track of time *he laughs heartily* the names Gurdian, smith of the order of the harvest king at y'er service *he stops and surveys the room* boy a wide variety of people here, ive never even seen half of these faiths before A-almost?! Excuse me for a moment *Edward rushes out of the building* *You can hear a small commotion* "What are ya-"
"Oh no HE'S GOT ANOTHER CHAMBER POT!"
"Not again!"
*SPLASH**Edward walks back in, dripping, and retakes his place as if nothing happened* |
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