Wizards and Warriors RP

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  • *Yurnero wakes up from his slumber then sees Ghorn staring at his mask then he sits up trying not to attract Ghorn's attention and then he said*"You know staring at my face while I'm sleeping isn't nice you know"*with a playful smile*"well since you're here why don't you keep me company for a while?"*Yurnero said in a friendly manner then moves a little to his side inviting Ghorn to sit next to him*
    It's not important where do you come from,but what kind of dedication you have to the thing that you do ^^
  • "I only sleep when I don't have anything to do or when I think no one is around actually this is the first time someone saw me sleeping and that is you now can you hand me my mask"*reaching his hand to Ghorn with a smile trying to tell him that he needs his mask*
    It's not important where do you come from,but what kind of dedication you have to the thing that you do ^^
  • "My name? It's Woof. Unconventional, yes. However, I do like it, even though it sounds childish. I guess I must explain how I got here. It's not really that complex. I make contact with superior beings; they help me out sometimes. And they decided I needed training, so they got me a map, leading to the Academy of Magic, where I believe we are now. I'm from this time, and very much alive. Although I'm afraid- *hears screams* WHAT? Someone's screaming! Fast!"
    Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
    It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.
  • *while Ghorn was looking up at the sky Yurnero simply fell asleep again then fell sideways to the ground with a loud snore thats the sign he's asleep then he wakes up for a moment*"hey don't leave me ok?"*he said to Ghorn then he falls asleep again*
    It's not important where do you come from,but what kind of dedication you have to the thing that you do ^^
  • "look Plague, I've got bigger fish to char." He taunted, before snapping his fingers, unhinging plagues mask from his robe, making the clothes fall to the ground, nothing left to posess them. Lazarius looked about. "OOOH, these notes important? Heh, you had better hope not." He picked them up, and began swirling his hand around in the air, causing every flammable thing to stack into Lazarius' hand, before he poofed out of the room. There was one last thing he needed; a specially adhesive material. One that would help his little chaos spread... Salamander Jelly. He lathered the objects up, before maneuvering throughout the hallways, leaving a trail through every hall. He smirked, now halfway done.

    OOC: If you all were waiting for something, I have something in store for you next post.
    WHAT HAVE I DONE

  • OOC: Yeah, I feel like we're slowly walking towards some type of climax. Feel free to start it; but don't rush too much

    IC: *runs around, trying to find that noise, leaving the Academy, running round until finding two people, laying next to a tree, fast asleep* "How can these people be sleeping?" - Woof thought to himself- "Did they not hear the scream?". Then, Woof managed to walk past them and grab his amulet, the amulet that connected him to Ra, whilst trying to find where the scream came from. He entered the Academy, and found a weird trail going through the halls. Woof decides to follow the trail and see where it leads to.
    Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
    It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.
  • As Lazarius made his way, he remembered Plague, and decided he'd deal with his memory before he starts anything. Finishing his job, he warped back, and time seemed to stop around him. He picked up the candle Plague had been studying under, and angled it so it would be knocked over. Then turning to Plague, he began toying with his mind. Not only warping his thoughts to the point of Plague existing inside of a nightmare, but wiped all memory after the removal of Plagues mask. He had replaced that with a false memory of falling asleep. "hmhmhm.... three... two... one..." he snapped his fingers before warping into Plagues mind, as the candle fell and fire quickly shot through the school. He left one little thing extra. He had closed all doors and windows, but opened one near the front. Fire now shot out from every window and some doors busted down, screams filling the school as Lazarius yelled at Plague. "WAKE UP IDIOT! YOU'VE THROWN THIS PLACE INTO CHAOS, JERK!" Plagues mask was now reattatched to the robe, and he "woke up", only to find his notes on retrieving his body and removal of Lazarius now piles of ashes. "ARE YOU JUST GONNA STARE AT THE PWETTY FIOUR OR ARE YOU GONNA RUN, IDIOT?!" Lazarius screamed at the wordless Plague.


    OOC: Don't worry, this ain't half of it; besides. You all have yet to learn Lazarius' cause. That will mark the halfway point.
    WHAT HAVE I DONE

  • OOC: I'm liking where this is going. Although the halfway point depends on how long this thread goes; the story now is completely different from the story some time ago.

    IC: "Ok what is-". Woof is interrupted by a shot of flames, which inspire him to run towards corridor 1, which leads to the main door which was closest. While Woof ran towards the door, he glimpsed two figures. As he stumbled outside, he stopped about 300 metres away from the school and started to call upon Ra, saving some strength for if he needed to call Cthulhu in some grand battle.
    Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
    It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.
  • OOC: yea, I'm just trying to throw in my own little arc to occupy until Ori returns. He has been gone for a while. Either way, (this is just me assuming) I don't think that this RP is scripted like some others, where the writer has a plot ready. That aside, I am going to inform you all that at the end of this arc, 1 randomly selected person will have to make a choice that will affect my character. not trying t take the spotlight or anything, I'm just too lazy to randomly chose one myself.

    Plague came careening out of the building, wobling and screaming as the cape of his robe caught fire. he quickly grabbed his mask and flung it in the air, forgetting that it was ceramic. As soon as he removed the mask, not only did a shadowy jell y of sorts just melt into the round after spurting from the top of the jumpsuit underneath, but everything except his leather gloves and his boots burned quickly, essentially immediatly becoming ash. Glass shards raining down everywhere, and some had flown into the trunks of trees. Wooden splinters and various other materials ripped away from the school littered the immediate area, as more people began pouring out of the front of the school. The flames now tower from the roof.
    WHAT HAVE I DONE

  • *Yurnero wakes up from Ghorn's poking*"I guess you're right.Wait whats that I smell?"*Yurnero became worried about what he had just smelled then he looks up to see a bird flying in the sky then looks at it trying to connect hiss vision with the bird's with his eagle eye then he got an aerial view of whats happening then he saw a fire from a room then he saw people running out and a person lying on the ground*"Let's go Ghorn we gotta hurry quickly "*then Yurnero grabs Ghorns hand then runs around the school*
    It's not important where do you come from,but what kind of dedication you have to the thing that you do ^^
  • Woof, furious, now looked around, trying to find the culprit of such an atrocity.
    "Who started this? What happened to the school?"
    Woof, with the eyes getting darker every second, calls upon Ra's boat, and climbs upon it. It starts flying, and when Woof gets a good aerial view, he sees two students, at the back of the school, running towards the school. He raises his crook, and the two students start flying, coming closer and closer to the boat. When Woof finally lowers the crook, they were on the boat already.
    "Are you mad, running towards the school? One of you is injured, even! Look, do you know who started this? I glimpsed a suspect, but could not recognize who it was. Do you know who it was, and are you two in favor of the idea of finding this bastard?"
    Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
    It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.