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(Wait wait wait, I missed a golden oportunity here.

The Varg is starting to get really sick of Mina's prolonged existence.

I guess you could say Mina was...

 

*puts on sunglasses*

 

a pain in the neck.

 

YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*gets hit in the face with a brick*)

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(Wait wait wait, I missed a golden oportunity here.

I guess you could say Mina was...

 

*puts on sunglasses*

 

a pain in the neck.

 

YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*gets hit in the face with a brick*)

 

The varg crushes every bone in Mina's body.

 

The Varg, now losing serious amounts of blood from the wounds inflicted by Vilsig, slowly gets up.  It whimpers in pain and slinks away somewhat, allowing its hounds to do the dirty work.  A fresh wave charges out of the bushes, barking and growling in bloodlust.

Mina gasps for breath as soon as the varg rolls over enough to allow. She scrambles away as soon as she can get out from under it, gasping and wheezing, reaching a tree she could prop herself up against as a thin trail of blood is left from her leg. Pale and sweating, she trembles uncontrollably from adrenaline, and eventually shakes her head as she tries to get a grip. "... There's grinding sounds when I breathe... there's not supposed to be grinding sounds when I breathe..." she wheezes out.

Lefay and Mark finished picking apart another rock. However, she could feel something in the direction of the main camp. A strange sensation, as if she had left another part of herself there, that was continuing to be some weak some sort of extra sense. Blood. A howl echoed in her ears.

 

"Mark......the others......I feel like......they're in trouble."

Edited by Silentdarkness1

(oh crap)

 

Corthias hit a Varg with her book and was promptly devoured alive.

 

Corthias prepared herself, holding up the book; she needed something. Something that would sear these creatures. She quickly took backwards, moving towards the back.

 

"Woodie! I need fire! Something that chars the skin and broils the mind!"

"Woodie! I need fire! Something that chars the skin and broils the mind!"

 

"I'll give you some if you stop speaking in cliche-vague-creepy-pyscho-ese!"

 

"Your ribs are broken."  Vilsig matter-of-factly as he skitters towards the Varg, intending to finish it off. 

 

(Blewcheese, your turn.)

"Mark.............I just..........I can feel it! I just know."

 

Lefay took out the remaining purple gem fragments she had with her, and held them tight, sacrificing another chunk of her own sanity. Her vision begin to tinge a sepiatone color, dark energies rising up all around her.

Lefay was silent. After a few moments,  she raised her right arm to the sky, and let out a mighty yell, a large spear composed of shadow energies came out of the palm of her hand, going skywards. There was one singular gem fragment left in her right hand when it was done.

 

"We go back....and make sure they're alright....."

"I....I don't know......I just......felt so angry......and it just kind of.....came to me.....c...come on. We had better hurry."

 

Lefay shook her head in disbelief and ran towards the camp.

 

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Woodie shrugged, before taking out a hunk of wood he had been keeping on him, using his torch to light it on fire, and putting it near Corthias. Hopefully, that would be enough.

Nobody objected to Famen joining soooo.....

 

"That's enough Angelle" Famen said, collecting the last of the scientist's notes. "I wonder if there's anyone else here." He said, gathering twigs and logs for a bonfire. "Angelle, go fetch some more twigs." As Angelle bounded off, Famen started on the bonfire.

 

*an hour later*

 

"Good job, Angelle, the smoke from this fire will keep us with enough light for tonight and signal anyone around us."

Sitting near the huge fire, Angelle chews on her toy while Famen looks over the scientist's notes further, he comes across some very weird creatures: giant hound-summoning hounds, humanoid walruses, living trees, Famen knew he would not survive an encounter with any of these. He tried not to worry about it for Angelle's sake. She'd always acted like his guardian, despite being a dog. Famen packed everything back up, put in his earbuds and fell asleep on his pack like a pillow, the bonfire still raging away.

 

Edited by Chris1488

(Sorry Chris, but the person who's hosting the rp (thats Blewcheese) has to approve your character before you're accepted and you can official enter the story. You'll have to be patient. Also, if I may suggest, you're character seems a little underpowered compared to the others IMO.)

(Sorry Chris, but the person who's hosting the rp (thats Blewcheese) has to approve your character before you're accepted and you can official enter the story. You'll have to be patient. Also, if I may suggest, you're character seems a little underpowered compared to the others IMO.)

Alright, I'll wait for Blewcheese, (Famen is meant to experiment and make things that no other can make, like the alchemy engine and Angelle is like an everlasting teenbird, but im open to suggestions :-) )

Edit: Added 'resourceful' to strengths, Famen can now craft items with materials that wouldn't normally work

Example:

-2x twigs + 2x grass + Swiss Army Knife = Swiss Army Spear

-Angelle's Leash + rocks = Homemade Slingshot

-twigs + logs = Shoddy Wooden Axe/Pick/Shovel (two uses)

(and what Famen already built...)

-10x logs + 20x twigs = Bonfire (firepit that sends smoke signals to attract others)

-log suit + 3x logs = Doggy Armor

Edited by Chris1488

(I WAS GONE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT YOU GUYS. HAHA!

Chris is accepted, so that post is now valid. And I'll allow the timejump this time because it was unclear when in time that post occurred, but now you'll be considered in the present.

The hell do you guys even need me for, anyway. You want me to throw some dogs at you? I guess the Varg is nearly dead, so good job there.)

After knocking a hound out of the way, Tiresias hobbled over to Mina, seemingly unscathed. "No worries, pal! You'll be just fine." He patted her shoulder and left at that, gazing towards the Varg.

Alex, recognizing the Varg as the head of the pack, backs off and closes his eyes in concentration. Near the Varg, a being of earth, which looked rather similar to Alex himself (besides being made out of dirt), emerged from the ground and delivered a blow to the already wounded Varg. It shuffled back, snarling, and bit at the being, but more earth moved up to replace the bits that had been bitten off. Again and again the being hit the Varg, got attacked, and regenerated. The Varg was nearly dead. (SOMEONE GETS TO DEAL THE FINISHING BLOW QUICK DO IT YEAAAAAHHH)

The hounds by Woodie and Corthias were coming ever closer. There was not much time left to prepare.

(... Sorry.)

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(....I was intending to wait for another round of posts before having Lefay and Mark show up at the camp. It's just that the spear was flying at high-velocity.)

(Well this is a lesson for we all to learn, don't try to RP in a day you have a test that may/may not decide your future.)

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