Chaos Never Ends (TS Aug 17, 3pm)
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Chaos Never Ends (TS Aug 17, 3pm)
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08-17-2016, 04:07 PM
Lilith stands, one hand on her staff and the other on her hip, looking at the sturdy demon with the mace, her gaze steady on his eyes.
A petite wood fae in a corset and black velvet skirt. She wears a lot of gaudy jewellery and a wide-brimmed black hat. She speaks with a Received Pronunciation English accent.
OOC: Cat M. 
*The first imp Wizwick hits slices its hands open on the spear end from trying to grab it. It flops a little ways away, the hit was not clean. Blood drips down the spear.
The second imp *Neviah laughs and plucks another imp from the ground. She slices open the skin of it's stomach, presses her hand against it, then throws the imp, this one wimpering and dripping a few drops of blood, arcing towards the tavern. Neviah snickers.* *The sturdy club-weilding demon walks up to the edge of the tavern, and scanning it, notices Liltih, then notices Riven watching things carefully. He glowers at him, obviously watching intently in return.*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.
08-17-2016, 04:28 PM
-Wizwik looks down at the one he didnt give a clean hit to- "...shit..." he walks over to it and stabs it a bunch "New plan!~" he holds his spear up and tries to brace the spear against the ground and catch the new flying imp on the spear
Wizwik Leonard Voltsmith, A 3' tall green haired gnome dressed like a tinker'er wearing a top hat, wielding a body spear, and lots of devices strapped to his body, with a small Ruby necklace with a 7 toothed gear carved into it.
OOG: Shane Miller Email : Mitoiworks@hotmail.com 
08-17-2016, 04:31 PM
Riven locks eyes with the club-weilder. He tilts his head curiously for a moment. Winks. Then grins at the demon.
A young human dressed in a tunic and pants. He wears black greaves and bracers and carries a sword that is just a bit too large for him.
OOG: Robert DiBartolomeo 
08-17-2016, 04:31 PM
Golbahg walks closer to the sturdy demon as he puts his sword on his shoulder. He smiles to the demon as he gets near.
OOG: Trevor Smith
A relatively young high elf in a dark tabard, carrying a long sword. He can occasionally be seen carrying a magic shield, or having a very shiny colander nearby. 
08-17-2016, 04:34 PM
Walking over with heavy stomps and no shirt to speak of, Capri watches as the imp soars towards the tavern as he positions himself in the way. He hops up a bit before grasping the imp in his one hand and proceeds to smash it down skull first in the floor with immense strength as he lands. (+4 Strength)
He grumbles and snorts a huff of irritation as he flexes a bit. "That be for wrecking some of me tavern's gear, I be good now."
A Tall and Lanky Orc, he wears a collection of strange clothing and colours. He always carries a supply of his brews upon his back and a stein in hand.
He is a Brewer of the Kraja Isles. Owner of the Brewer's Isle within the Gilded Dragon Tavern. OOG - Christian Kimmerer Email - busted-pc@hotmail.com
08-17-2016, 04:37 PM
-Wizwik looks over to Capri- "Stick around Capri, see if you can punch one right back into the horde~"
Wizwik Leonard Voltsmith, A 3' tall green haired gnome dressed like a tinker'er wearing a top hat, wielding a body spear, and lots of devices strapped to his body, with a small Ruby necklace with a 7 toothed gear carved into it.
OOG: Shane Miller Email : Mitoiworks@hotmail.com 
08-17-2016, 05:01 PM
*Zaydesh walks up to the commotion, he seems to strain himself before his sword starts to glow*
(Burn Slot)
Zaydesh Hakaar
Male Fire Elf. Dark clothing Black plate w/ leather mask. Red neck wrap. Bastard sword. Erik Koudys 
08-17-2016, 05:35 PM
* I shift my eyes to the club weilding demon and begin to study it . I don't try to hide my intent, as I try to ascertain any information from it. *
Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.
OOG - Dave E falco@live.ca
08-17-2016, 06:03 PM
*The imp Capri grabs explodes in a bloody mess, and stinging droplets of blood and a wave of sound and force smashes into everyone within 15 feet ((10 normal / 15 ft raius)).*
*The club weilder smiles a wicked smile at Riven, before his eyes flick back to the wood fae. His smile curls into something more nasty, and he openly eyes her up. He walks closer to the tavern, getting very close to the wood fae without entering the tavern space, but clearly avoiding the space occupied by the large Einhar. He swings his club in a leisurely fashion.* *Neviah laughs manically seeing the imp explode. She kicks at a random dog like beast as it skulks by*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.
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