Fight the Vampire, Fight the Were Wolf.Become the Monster you always wanted to be...RPG your little heart out.Have fun.Only rules are as follows.
1:Must give a short bio of yourself.(I.E...Species, age, weaponary and gifts)
2: must abide by fight rules
1: fight fare..one action per post.
2: take ur hits, be civil.
3: RPG farely..No gods allowed.Come on keep it fun.
3: clans are allowed..I encourage it even.
drake is up in a tree snacking on food that wasn't lucky and wasn't able to get away. drake is looks to be 25 years old but he is really 300 yrs old wearing armor on his chest lower legs and lower arms he stand at 7'6" about 400 pds with his armor he carries twins battle axes with twins swords on his side and a bow that no human can draw back thats on his back with his axes his skin tone is dark blue almost black with tiger like eyes
From beneath the shadows of the tree that Drake sits within, Peril defeftly appears from the hollows.Her alabaster skin shines with an almost chilling light, her emerald green eyes shimmer with humor.Cursed by a jealous god to carry a curse of Peril and doom to all she touches, she has become jaded and cold.Then again, as she says it"immortality will do that to ya" sighing she begins to make her way down the trail, heading for the small secluded town with the valley.
Samarah..Empress of the Royale Vampyre Clan..dubbed Tormentor. Hovers in the air high above everyone wearing her "Spike" as her weapon. The Spike will impale her victims and quickly drain them of all their blood...the only sound she makes is a low throaty growl which comes from the dragon deep inside her.
drake see's the the light under him and and says "could it be?" he jumps down from the tree with out hurting hemself landing saying "it helps being half dragon and half human" and follows the light wondoring if its a frind from the past that he battled with so many years ago "could it be could our paths cross again? is this why im here" said to himself
Peril senses the movement behind her, catching a glimpse of the half dragon as he shadows her steps.She smiles to herself, knowing that memory has gotten the best of him.She knows this proud warrior, once had done battle beside him.She awaits his next move.Will he still be friend, or does she have to reach out and touch someone.
senseing the approaching possible battle Verous flys down from the sky.... Screaming the Boom fairy has arrived!!! let the battle begin... Fight my boom powder and DIE!!!!
wahahahahah!!!!! with that she reachs into her bag of mighty boom and graps a handfull "who wants some??"
Hearing the mighty roar from above, Peril reaches beneath her cloak, withdrawing "Silence" her magickally imbued scimitar.Gazing skyward she grips her blade, wandering to herself"Who the hell is the Boom Faerie and what the hell is Boom???" Seeing the dust in the hand of the approaching Demon, she grimaces.Is she even sane???
drake hear Verous and turns quick pulling his bow and arrow turning is back to Peril and stands ready for a attack from Verous wonder what the hell is she talking about boom and speacks to Peril "are you Peril with i battle with all those times so many years ago? if so are still frind or are you foe now? drake stand ready hoping he is not between a rock and a hard spot.
Peril grips her sword, smiling."Yes old friend, I am she.I am a friend...I don't know about this strange creature here, but I am a friend."She gathers herself up an with a soft voice, speaks to the enraged Demon"I am Peril, cursed by the gods..I ask you now Demon, to back down from your attack for we are not your enemies.I will give you this one last chance" Holding her breath she awaits the Demon's response, hoping she would not have to draw blood so early in the morning.
"good see agian old fiend it seems you still have demons after you tring to make a name for them self" drakes says to Peril as he moves around to give Peril a better angle of attack if needed keeping aim on Verous "hear her words demon and put that so called boom away we would hate to spill ur blood before breakfast" drake tells Verous
Pharoah wraps his cloak around him to conceal his features in order to remain unknown in the strange land, his is a long way from home, and is new to these surroundings. Watching carefully, concealing himself further back into the shadows, hand on the hilt of his sword, poised, waiting for the slightest wrong move. Using his preternatural senses, investigates the surroundings without having to move.