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by Esternial » Wed Jul 08, 2020 7:55 am
by Kassaran » Fri Jul 10, 2020 8:54 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Constaniana » Sun Jul 19, 2020 7:24 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Esternial » Mon Jul 20, 2020 6:40 am
by Ameriganastan » Fri Jul 24, 2020 5:54 am
Kassaran wrote:
"Eric! What's the plan here man? Can you tell where they're all coming from? Belle able to work any big-Angelle mojo since she got rejuiced?"
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Jul 31, 2020 11:56 pm
by Woodstovia » Sat Aug 01, 2020 12:16 pm
by Ameriganastan » Sun Aug 02, 2020 3:28 pm
Woodstovia wrote:Aerion d'Autriche
The Silver Rose of Lafont
The Devil's Luck
Maniacal laughter washed over The Devil's Luck as Aerion d'Autriche's whirling tornado of violence ended. He fell to his knees, exhausted from committing to such physical exertion so soon after he'd recovered from whatever trauma Eric inflicted upon him. But as he knelt, surrounded by thick putrid blood, sliced and writhing organs and the rotting, filth-strewn carcasses of owl-beasts he felt a burst of sudden and uproarious laughter fill every molecule of his body from head to toe.
Killing was all Aerion had ever known or been good at. It was the only source of income he'd ever had. it was the only job he'd ever had, and the only reason why he'd been promoted so highly. It was the only reason anyone had ever paid him attention and the brief and horrible realisation that killing might have been taken away from him was as if his arm had suddenly fallen off and disintegrated into nothingness.
But it wasn't!
He shoved a gauntlet into the boiling black blood of the owl and smeared it across his forehead as another wave of beautiful laughter rung across the deck of The Devil's Luck.
He could still kill! He was a master who had both his eyes pricked out and still painted a masterpiece! He'd actually killed it!
All of Aerion's pains melted into warm fluffy clouds that gently knocked around inside of him, his insecurities into little sheep that baaa'd sweet lullabies, his dreams into horses which galloped around his heart. Aerion was happy.
Aerion shrieked as a Serpent suddenly rose from out of the depths and roared at the ship.
His body was suddenly as frail and weak as before and the blood which had crowned his triumphant comeback simply filled his nostrils with such a putrid stench he could barely stop himself from throwing up as he cowered on the deck's floor, hoping somehow the Serpent wouldn't see him. Cannonballs ricocheted off the Serpent harmlessly as it reared up, intent on extinguishing all sentient life.
Aerion's eyes were tiny pinpricks as they stood in awe of the majesty of the creature. But then they slowly drifted... Eric Lumen was looking away. his companion was away, floating in the air, yelling. Everyone was looking away. He could feel his sword hand moving, angling towards the man's spine as he slowly scrambled back to his feet. He could kill him. Even if his strike was shoddy he could cripple the man for the rest of his life. It would be fitting revenge against the man who'd had the audacity to challenge Aerion to a duel. But Aerion felt a strange new sensation. His ribs felt like they were bound tightly over his lungs with a rope and forced him into only taking small, sharp breaths. He felt as though a boulder was dragging his spirit down to his feet and a deep feeling of reluctance. Aerion had no idea what was happening but lowered his sword, making the bad feeling go away.
The fight against the Serpent was unfolding and his eyes moved back to it. The thing was strong and deadly for sure, but the combined teamwork of the members of The Devil's Luck were slowly pushing it back and exposing its weaknesses. His feelings of hopelessness and weakness were subsiding somewhat and he grew more and more confident that he'd be able to live.
No. He wasn't just confident. He was angry.
This... Thing. this beast. this lowly, filthy animal, whose greatest goal in life was to die by Aerion's hand was seriously trying to kill him? He could feel his blood rising as the steady drum beat rhythm of war pounded in the back of his mind, heavy and warm and comforting.
But how would he hurt it? He grabbed a gun off a sailor and fired at the creature but Aerion didn't like guns and wasn't used to them so he missed. Cursing, he threw it back at the sailor and paced around the deck. He wasn't about to hurl himself into the sea, so the last option available was his powers.
"Froenstia you bitch. You won't let me down." he hissed under his breath. His powers were never reliable or easy, and he could feel his strength seeping away as his mind called to his "mother" for help.
"Genocide Lance!" he screamed, leaping into the air. A mighty barbed lance of black ice appeared above his hand and he threw it straight at the Serpent. the lance hurtled towards it, glistening with the promise of fresh violence and hot blood. As it neared the creature it suddenly and pathetically melted, splashing harmlessly into the water before it ever reached the serpent.
Aerion fell back onto the deck with a thud, his body shaking and sweating. he was already weak and the effort of actually using his powers had sucked up what little he had left. His vision was black around the edges and his arms gave way, his head smacking against the deck as he sighed.
He had been right. The gods weren't real.
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Kassaran » Wed Sep 30, 2020 6:14 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Oct 17, 2020 5:33 am
by Constaniana » Sat Oct 17, 2020 11:49 pm
Kassaran wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Ameriganastan » Sun Oct 18, 2020 2:44 am
Constaniana wrote:
Judas Louxelle walked over to the party's favourite old man, a pistol still in one hand but otherwise not looking too distressed by what was happening around him. His keen aim had served him well against the smaller monsters that had assaulted the Devil's Luck, but as he was not an artilleryman he now had nothing that could harm the foe. Instead, he gestured with his free hand at Aerion's now-marinading face.
"What's the matter with him? Sure, I've seen Elementals push themselves into fainting by spending all their strength on a finishing move, and Genocide Lance certainly sounds like it's meant to be the last word in a fight, but I suspect it wasn't suppose to melt away like that. It certainly doesn't bode well if he's already exhausted before we even start this little war in earnest."Kassaran wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Lisoette had overheard Erosen relaying his plan to Tristan, and so was not surprised to see the wildling jump from the ship towards the danger noodle's head. It seemed the usual sort of audacious plan that worked for their group in situations like this. The demon did not seem to notice Erosen when he started his jump, convulsing as she and the Messenger struck one of its wounds with their spells. It roared and writhed, gaping maw now positioned directly in Erosen's path. Lisoette froze in horror as she realised what was about to happen.
"EROSEN!!!" She tried to scream, but the sea drowned her voice out. Mrs. Frost ineffectually fired a few bolts at the sea serpent, hoping in vain to distract it. For a moment the thought crossed her mind that if she couldn't make the monster turn its mouth away from Erosen then she could knock him off his terminal trajectory with her magic. But she could not bring herself to act on so desperate an impulse, and the opportunity passed as Erosen fell into the mouth of the beast. She stood there in shock, dumbfounded by the loss of a comrade before her eyes. It sadly wasn't her first time seeing someone perish, but it felt alien right now. Time and time again in her three years in Gaiaca she had beheld certain death and defeat mocked and scorned, from Aldraniri awakening his Fire magic to defeat Veganiz right as the Daemonne's blast of Darkness was about to kill the boy, to Light magic falling from the sky atop the College of Bracksbure when their band seemed hopelessly surrounded by the Watchtower forces below, to defeating Kayarost himself, even if he was weakened by the inferior corpse he was possessing. To think that the adventure would end for one of them because of one bad jump was terrifying. Could that have been her? Had she grown complacent? What if the Watchtower forces here in the Thin Isles were far more skilled then their defeated comrades in Yuelkelu? And what about the Hellspawn that fought alongside them? Lisoette had no idea what sort of faction in Hell would come up with the idea of working with humans like Watchtower, building magic ironclads. Was she really prepared for the battles ahead?
Cannon-fire roared from the Devil's Luck and her sister ships around her, ripping Mrs. Frost out of her reverie. Taking advantage of the sea serpent's immobility the warships around them brought their guns to bear on it. More and more shots hit, steadily breaking open new gaps in its scales; one managed to chip a fang of the demon. Vengeful wrath billowed up inside Lis. She grew determined not to let the fleet get the satisfaction of finishing off the sea demon, or at least not entirely. Lisoette sprinted past the Messenger, who had begun casting more fireballs at the head of the serpent, over the railing, and onto the ice platform. Her first spell was a messy, two-handed brutish burst of lightning at the closest wound; the only words that accompanied this attack was a feral scream. More thought went into her next actions, as she drew her machete and leiomano and began using them as one would use pickaxes on a glacier. Lisoette now moved like a profoundly enraged monkey hunting the one who stole its banana, and violently made her way up to the gaping wound left Uric's Lohengrin. Planting her feet on the scales protruding out, and keeping one hand clasped around the machete which she stabbed deep in one part of the demon's flesh, she bathed her leiomano in magic and began rapidly bludgeoning away. Lisoette felt a tiny bit of satisfaction each time she felt the shark's teeth on her club wedge deeper and deeper into her foe.
The sea serpent glared at Tristan as it struggled against its icy cage, and seeing his prone state attempted to club him with its skull, only for the combined flames of the Messenger, Belle, and Vivienne to knock it back. First it sent another wave of smoke at the deck of the Devil's Luck. Second, it turned its head down and wreathed the gas around itself, perhaps hoping to avoid some of the increasingly irritating attacks landing on it from all around. Third, it turned to spew much more gas at the Angelle above it that was very repulsive to the demon's sensibilities; if it couldn't move around much to try biting her then at least it could try getting her with this. The sea serpent was not quite done with Tristan though. Most of its bulk was imprisoned now thanks to Mr. Frost's spell, but its extremities had managed to escape, as seen by the upper neck and head still swinging around...and in the very end of the tail that emerged from the water and attempted to slam into Tristan. This part lacked the heavy armour seen on most of the rest of the demon, instead bearing a wide fin, but it nonetheless had enough size and muscle to risk knocking him unconscious and into the depths of the sea.
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Zarkenis Ultima » Wed Nov 04, 2020 5:57 am
by Ameriganastan » Sat Nov 07, 2020 7:12 pm
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Kassaran » Mon Nov 23, 2020 1:11 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Lazarian » Mon Nov 23, 2020 7:09 pm
by Ameriganastan » Fri Nov 27, 2020 12:02 am
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Lazarian » Sun Nov 29, 2020 1:01 am
by Constaniana » Sun Dec 06, 2020 11:35 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Ameriganastan » Tue Dec 08, 2020 7:15 pm
Constaniana wrote:"Is that...Tristan? Lisoette? Eric? Well isn't this a surprise? Once again you lot turn up somewhere cold in the North to help kill servants of Tenaembra," said the knight, "It's me, Sir Veryll Alfred Keirsson, the Wind Elemental. You know, from the Memory Mountains, with Sir Magnus and those necromancers we stopped before they could complete their evil plot? Huh, looks like you're missing a lot of the old group you were with. Unless a lot of them got haircuts or growth spurts, I guess. Then again, I could have just forgotten some, since I only knew you lot for a day the last time. Funny question, but didn't you have a slime girl in your group? Nobody ever believes me when I mention that part of the story. How'd you get all the way out here?"
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Dec 11, 2020 3:18 pm
by Lazarian » Fri Dec 18, 2020 6:49 pm
by Lazarian » Fri Dec 18, 2020 9:40 pm
by Lazarian » Mon Dec 21, 2020 9:21 pm
by Lazarian » Tue Dec 22, 2020 12:04 am
Ameriganastan wrote:Rather reluctantly, she returned to corporeal form for Sir Veryll to see, wings out just to show off a little.
"Boom, my sword was an Angelle this whole time."
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