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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/6/2015 3:22:19 AM
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[b]And I have trained for seven hundred years to become the perfect killer, because I am immortal. But not just any kind of immortal, mine is a curse rather than a blessing. For every time I die, one of my loved ones dies to replace me and bring me back to life.
So I trained. And I trained. And I studied, and I trained. I've been hung, stabbed, burned, drawn and quartered, and died in all manner of horrible ways.
I can't love, I can't even have friends. My last true friend died seven hundred years ago, after my first death. You think yourself the only one who has lost it all to gain even more?[/b]
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ive lsot my wife.... i saw my dad b shoot dwon when kid.... ive lost multipel freinds. ive been dismembered, tortured to the point of insanity. i have to sue a Pain inhibitor otherwise id go insasne from inner pain. whoever looks for inmortality without Purpose doesnt even deserve life......
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[b]You've lost friends and family? I can't even have a family because I'll either outlive them, watching my children grow old and die while I remain, or I will slip up and die and indirectly kill them. I know my purpose in immortality. To be the instrument of the Night Angels by showing the world their three faces of Justice, Mercy, and Retribution. Which face is seen depends entirely on who you are.[/b]
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but youve had familiy and firneds. in your face ,*oitns iwht hsi left and only visible arm* I only see a Husk. a tool for someone superior to it. what is a deity to a non-beliver after all
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Edited by Durzo Blint: 8/6/2015 3:48:23 AM[b]And I only see another "holier-than-thou" [i]soldier[/i] with more innocent than guilty blood on his hands. There are no gods in the bitter business[/b] [i]jabs a thin needle into your chest[/i] [b]Now, as you fall unconscious from the several dozen magical and mundane poisons on that needle, you may want to reconsider mouthing off to those you don't know.[/b] [spoiler]autocorrect, mother-blam!-er. Do you speak it?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Spanish :v[/spoiler] Ive paid my guil debs long ago..... *looks at the nedle* well......good thing i wear advanced "technology" armor vest. *pulls the nedle out of the barely pierced vest* 2 full inches of MArs service armor. not an easy to cut plate.....
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[b]"Thanks for the advice," says my voice from behind you. The illusory me in front of you dissolves and you feel a larger needle lance through your suit and into your back. "Good thing Curoch really doesn't care what it's cutting. You really should work on that attitude"[/b] [spoiler]Curoch is a sword that takes whatever form the wielded desires and is enchanted to cut through anything, magic or otherwise[/spoiler]
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*hasnt even flicnhed* You should really work on been a real warrior and not jsut trust on magic.......... as much as i dont liek magic. i most admit i do make sue fo 2 artifacts. this pants made by a clsoe friend of mine and a necklace form my 2nd wife. *turns around* if all of your might is dependent on a magic tricks. forma bag then youd be a broing opoennt to me........ *yawns* BTW its 20$ for cutting the jacket........ oh and also. *left hoosk you, at contact you are sent flying troguht a wall* ts my favoite jacket..... *spits the spit corroding the ground*
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[b]The illusion you punched into the wall fades away, and my voice echoes through the room, no notable source: "I should've known better than to talk philosophy with a [i]gorathi[/i]." You can practically hear me sneering, "The Talent is what makes me a wetboy, rather than a common assassin. Assassins have [i]targets[/i]. Wetboys have deaders, for two reasons: assassins miss, and the deader is dead as soon as we take the contract. I don't have any contracts right now, but I would sure like one."[/b]
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*the skies open up* the hand of RP grabs you and places you on the nerftown-express to RolePlay hell until youa re rebalanced*
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I don't think I'm OP. I have the skills of an assassin amplified with magic. I'm also doing a lot of quoting, this character isn't new. One-on-one fights, pretty much Durzo's favorite thing. Large-scale battles, not so much
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unblockable sword. that poisons. inmortal insant spam able clone. that appears out of nowhere. and yet to see Magic stuff Bs. so Have a ood trip on the Nerftown Express
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Also the "clones" were simple illusions. Just because your soldier can't punch his way through a magician who trained in the arts of assassination for centuries doesn't mean said magician is OP. Durzo had died dozens of times
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The poison was specifically applied to the sword, it's not always there. The sword can be blocked with other weapons, but not armor, that's how it works. And the immortality is a bitch because I do actually die, I just wake back up a few days later, minus one loved one
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you didnt specifiy that on the sword. and talkign about the inmortality you siad you had nolvoed oens left. :/ and the cloen is still th ebigges OP of them all. Yet
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The illusion technique both drains a lot of energy and comes apart if it's touched by anything heavier than rain. It can't actually be used for combat. Should have specified about the sword, but yes, Durzo carries around everything an assassin might need- daggers, a sword, poison needles, poisons themselves, rope, wrist hooks, etc. Specific magic artifacts with noticeable effects are the Black Ka'Kari, also called the Devourer, which can make him invisible and absorb magic that it touches, Curoch, also called the Sunderer or the Sword of Power, which can cut through any armor and take the form of any weapon, but it mostly acts as an amplifier for magic, and Iures, the Staff of Law, which provides no power boost but gives the ability to both weave and unravel incredibly complex magic. Everything else, barring a chemical I had no chance to use, is normal
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I present you to the Nerftown. bull train express. next stop Roleplay hell
