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"Of course it's not safe!"

A shade jumps up into the air, sword poised to stab Will's chest. Violet lifts her sword into the air.

"I hope this thing still works!"

Violet points the sword at the shade, and it is turned to ashes by purple lightning.

"Holy s**t! This thing is amazing!"

"Glad to see you made it!"

"Hey, Will. I'm tapping out with you. I'm not feeling so good."

"Wait, what!?"

After a brief flash of light, where Will stood was now Dark Will. The monster the group was riding looked less ferocious, but was faster.

"You are a complete ****."

"I also there's never enough pyromancy in this world."

Dark Will bursts into flames, and enters his fire form.

"Speaking of which, I never got to give you this. It's a scroll containing a condensed version of my fire form spell. It won't last forever, and won't be as strong, but I figured you'd like to be able to do it whenever you want."

Dark Will pops a rolled up piece of paper with a rubber band into Jakob's pocket.

"I'm pretty sure that's not a scroll."

"Same difference."

(Depends. I had in mind that you got on, but if you had something in mind for Celina being left, go ahead. What do you choose?)

"I don't see you being the mount!"

Dark Will looks Joseph.

"I never said this was all I can do. Just wait until we get to Shadowfall, I've got something I've been cooking up for a long time."

Dark Will discreetly takes back the scroll, and burns it to ashes.

"Oh well, more power for me."

"I think we're getting close. I see a large building ahead!"

(That.....might be better, actually.)

 

Celina kneeled in the pools of blood that now coalsced in puddles on the plain. The pungeant smell, the acidic taste, it was all a tantalizing obsession. If there were other people, they would hear her small laughs of joy increase incrementally into a shreik of insanity, a scream of pure mentality.

 

At this point, the shadow being has risen out of the ground, protecting her from the shades that remain on the battlefront, and it was growing stronger. The shriek of the madwoman, the insanity emenating off of her, it made the creature strong. Of course, there's the matter of catching up to the others...

 

 

The being covered over Celina, grabbing her underneath her arms, and lifted her up. Staying together is now vital. With this in mind, two wings of sorts, one feathered and one bones with draping flesh, sprouted out of the creature's back. No time to waste, the creature buffeted its wings, lifting Celina up. It did not know where the group went, but it had a pretty good idea that they were heading towards the ominous tower, and flew towards it with utmost haste; keeping Celina away from bodily fluids will make her regain her sanity, and it needs the insanity to continue...

 

(That's all I can do.)

Id like to hop in on this, ive rped a little of tumblr with a different OC. though id like to post a reference pic of my character first.

 

Name: Sheriff 

Gender:Male

Race: Caucasian 

Appearance: Wears black dress pants, black cowboy boots, a purple suit vest followed by a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black tie aswell as his sheriff badge. He is in his late 50s with medium length grey-streaked hair

Faceclaim?: Jeff bridges 

Instrument : Harmonica

Back story: Born and raised in the most country of areas, he lived his life by the law which eventually led him to the role of Sheriff in a town hes kept the law in for so long they forgot his name. He has seen many of things, abominations of nature, speculations that people would call unholy, but never in his life would he have expected to find what lie in the book that William carter, or.... Maxwell had owned. The very act of touching the tome ripped him from his world into the islands with no word or reason, now left in a lawless land and everything ready and willing to snuff the little light he has left in his semi-old bones other than the will to live and the grit to find whoever was responsible for his capture and bring him to justice. (for his preference, a hanging.)

Id like to hop in on this, ive rped a little of tumblr with a different OC. though id like to post a reference pic of my character first.

 

Name: Sheriff 

Gender:Male

Race: Caucasian 

Appearance: Wears black dress pants, black cowboy boots, a purple suit vest followed by a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black tie aswell as his sheriff badge. He is in his late 50s with medium length grey-streaked hair

Faceclaim?: Jeff bridges 

Instrument : Harmonica

Back story: Born and raised in the most country of areas, he lived his life by the law which eventually led him to the role of Sheriff in a town hes kept the law in for so long they forgot his name. He has seen many of things, abominations of nature, speculations that people would call unholy, but never in his life would he have expected to find what lie in the book that William carter, or.... Maxwell had owned. The very act of touching the tome ripped him from his world into the islands with no word or reason, now left in a lawless land and everything ready and willing to snuff the little light he has left in his semi-old bones other than the will to live and the grit to find whoever was responsible for his capture and bring him to justice. (for his preference, a hanging.)

 

(We're kinda at the end, so it's a little difficult to add someone else in.  Good char, but I'll have to pass.)

 

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