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4/29/2016 3:17:45 PM
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[b]Before the supper, Jared's "Quarters"
The man sits on the mattress dragged in, and shakes slightly, his body racked by shuddering spells ridden with tendrils slithering over his body
he sobs once, blood instead of tears flowing out of his eyes
his character seemed unhinged, defeated
His body broken, and a keyblade was leaning on the wall, anyone who dared venture near the room was met with a feeling of dread, doubt, and uncertainty
Lying over on his side, he calmed down some, but then groaned
Anyone with the ability to peer into minds was then confronted with a range of memories, thousands of them, from minds not his own
all screams of the damned, a hellish chorus that would drive any common man insane
Lastly, came a repeated phrase, heard only once by people nearby[/b]
"Nocturnal, guide my hand......."
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*Mortar forms from the ground* *He clears his throat* So... you need help?
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[spoiler]This is old and ended a while ago, also I've been kicked from the group do this guy will act accordingly, watch your self [/spoiler]
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 4/29/2016 4:20:35 PM[b][i]"Noctoural..." Comes an enchanting voice directly into your mind. Your negative feelings are replaced by a cold, numbing sensation. The emotion you experience is not happiness, nor sadness, just nothingness. You see an image of a hooded figure in your mind's eye. A cold, calculating gaze of a master sorcerer stares into your soul.[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/142578355/0/0[/spoiler]
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[b]The image is met with a defiant stare as the man collects himself and stands up, the keyblade appearing in his hand[/b] "who are you?"
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[b][i]"I am the Warden of Death." Says Tep-Pharon, Primarch of the Death Warden Legion. "Your thoughts have disturbed me, they're quite loud." Says the Primarch.[/i][/b]
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"When you carry the lives of a million million dead, your thoughts shout you down often"
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[b][i]"Start by telling me what's happened in your own words.."[/i][/b]
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"I messed with a virus, blacklight, and then I became this abomination ...... I live to consume I adapt to survive..... Yet it means consuming their flesh, mind, and bone to do so..."
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[b][i]"It seems you and my brother Sarris-Sanguine have that in common, albeit a difference origin." Says Tep-Pharon. "How often must you feed?"[/i][/b]
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"Only when near death"
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[b][i]Tep-Pharon reaches into your mind for answers.[/i][/b] [spoiler]you can just describe what he sees to paint a better picture of your character. There's not a lot of exchange going on otherwise [/spoiler]
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[b]He sees battles fought, duels fought, wins, losses, loss of those he held dear, commanding men against hordes of abominations He saw an abomination itself and the hundreds of those he killed He saw the light and dark battling within him, and his connections to the shadows He saw what could be something as powerful as Sarris himself with time [/b]
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[b][i]Faced with the knowledge that this being would ascend to great power, Tep-Pharon considers his options. Is the danger too great for this warrior to be permitted to live? Does the benefit of this warriors alliance outweigh the risk of losing control? Tep-Pharon would need more information before making the decision. He decides to test the warrior. A vision begins in your mind, although you do not realize it as the dream it is. Your whole family is killed before your eyes. The killer stands before you chained to a chair. You become aware that if this killer is killed, a thousand innocents will lose their lives as a consequence. You can remember the screams of your family as he brutally murdered them with a knife. He squirms in his chair as you realize you're holding the knife he killed your family with. What do you do?[/i][/b]
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[b]He slowly slides the knife over the man's left arm, slicing it open He stabs it repeatedly until it is unusable, then tepeats the process on that arm and both the man's legs, then he stabs his spinal cord near the middle, paralyzing him He then gouged out the man's eyes, stabbed his ears, and tore out his tongue He would live, but a life that would not be worth living Then he used his powers to heal the man, allowing him to regain his senses He tilts the man's head back as he throws the knife away[/b] [i]"You know what I'll do to you so much as look at another person with malice, don't test me..."[/i] [b]He frees the man and walks off, grieving as he internally struggles to try and stop the voices urging him to avenge his own flesh...[/b]
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[b][i]The dream continues for an undetermined length of time. Your thirst becomes unbearable. You're losing control. You find yourself in a desert wearing nothing but and with no supplies. It has been years since you punished the man. In the dream, a lifetime has passed, but online seconds in reality. The man you punished sits in a chair made of freshly murdered corpses.. Behind him is a mountain of a hundred thousand corpses killed by him. This is disturbing to you, but you've got no idea this is a dream - you do not question the logic or how this came to pass. Killing this man will mean the death of a million innocents... But the thirst... You feel your hands rebel from your control and reach for him - the bloodlust is too great. The man laughs at your pain and calls you weak. [/i][/b]
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[b]He chuckles, and then fires a shot through his gut, paralyzing him from the waist down, then he shoots his elbows and then smacks him in the head with the bottom of his revolver, Klink This all occurs quickly, the man now permanently mentally retarded, and physically disabled And he tsks, waving a finger[/b] "I told you so, why do you look so sad?"
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[b][i]Slobber drools down his mouth as blood from his wounds runs freely to the ground. "The only sadness is you claim of affliction and the lack of its evidence.. Like an old woman who continually fakes illness to see a doctor.. An old, sad woman who looks for anything that can get her attention.... Nobody is looking at you, you're far too ignorant and completely insignificant." Says the man, blood dripping over his face. "You didn't come here to talk, finish this now." He says [/i][/b]
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"You ain't worth the time nor a bullet, as you bleed, listen The damned would like to parley with you....." [b]He says, firing a beam of light from his keyblade, forcing the man to listen to the souls he had just killed as his own soul was chained to theirs[/b] "Reflect on this, and hope the dead listen to you, lest you be ripped apart from the inside"
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[b][i]The man stands from the chair, snapping off the chains as if they were made of plastic, his form changes into a massively built warrior. Tep-Pharon stands before you and the dream ends. "I had to test your affliction and your level of control before allowing you to live. You've passed my test." Says the Death Warden. Tep-Pharon opens the big black book chained to his hips and begins turning pages. His hands flow over the pages. "Evidentially your affliction is minor. Had your curse been near to my brother's, you'd have torn this man apart." He finishes, telekinetically marking an entry into the large book. "You may leave" says the Primarch, not even looking up from his book as he writes.[/i][/b]
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[b]looking insulted he aimed his blade at the being's chest, a threat that seemed petty to an almost-deity as yourself until you saw the glint in his eyes, and you saw for once the souls of the damned You felt a seed of doubt take hold, like the seed of a mustard tree, small yet important He then walks off, his blade lowered and giving off a sinister glow, and darkness hid it as he walked away, and severed the connection[/b] "If this is minor then i should be careful of what lies ahead...."
