Earth was the one rushing into the arrow. He could have chosen to not get hit as Tech slightly bent the mentioned rule, but Earth chose to take it like a man xD

(I did? I had no clue how to say that an arrow was flying and he might've been hit, unless I made it obvious)

(Its awkward, I know. but some people will feel like you controlled their character by something as small as you did. I just don't want another argument to break out. I personally don't mind it, just playing safe till I get a read on how everyone RPs.)

(boom This is so Fura doesn't have to double post)

(After the Emberweed I'm gonna try to lead the story so Vix and Nigh are with others again.)

 

If the dog was expecting shock on her face he didn't get it. Instead Nighleena recognized the dog immediately. "What are you doing here? More recon for your brother?" The sharp edge in her voice cut the air in harsh whispers. Slowly and unnoticed she loosened a pouch on her belt by acting to fidget to get comfortable. The glint in Nighleena's eyes was cautious as she watched the dog, calculating how she would fight in her crippled state...if it came to that.

 

Muttering under her breath, "What the hell is a cell phone?" The confused expression nothing but a show yo throw off the dog.

The canine let out a howl of laughter when Nighleena asked the most idiotic question he'd ever heard then got serious. "You are marked, Nighleena. It is only a matter of time before your precious Vixion come through the door and finds your bloodied corpse on the cold floor." He sadistically growled.

(To make things clear, Tuck can talk..)

 

"As for the recon, why would I bother in his affairs? Oh that's right. He's king now." The dog answered his question, his shallow voice glowed with delight.

Kemios finds himself dragged to a small settlement of the black serpentine creatures, and is set on the ground. After brushing himself off, he glanced at the pair that had brought him there. "You've got some explaining to do..." he muttered while prying the baby serpentine off his arm.

"That we do," said Martha. "I'll let Ned explain while I go make some coffee."

 

Ned began explaining. "For some time, our eh-"type" has been ostracized from dragonkind. It started with me and Martha, a long time ago. Our eggs were stolen, you see, and distorted - transformed into something that nobody would even want to see. We were then hatched, and, as we tried to return to dragonkind, were shunned due to our distorted state. As a result, we've been living in this swamp for quite a long time, laying eggs such as the one you found -" he chuckled, "and trying to hatch them. So far, we ourselves have been too weak to break the shell of the eggs. However, the occasional passing strong adventurer, thief, hunter, or woodsman have found eggs and broken them open, and been subjected to treatment similar to yours. However, they all chose to dawdle here too long, and have, ah, passed, shall we say." Ned glanced at the chair of bones, some human and some unknown.

 

Kemios took all this information in, then asked, "So why is everything dead around here? And why are you not trying to keep this crazy thing from trying to kill my arm?" Kemios pried the baby off his arm again, then sighed as it coiled around his other arm instead.

 

Ned gave Kemios a look of sorrow as he said, "We are the corrupted dragons. Nothing in continuous contact with us can survive for very long - such is our nature. The water around us is clear because we decayed or harvested even the remains of that which used to live here. However, our offspring have been luckier than that - they only weaken those they stay in continuous contact with. As for the baby, he is yours now. We cannot care for him, as he would die within a couple days. Fare thee well, Kemios, now leave us before you become corrupted further."

 

And Kemios left the swamp, talking to the baby dragon and trying to convince it that his arm was not something to be devoured.

Her position on the couch made a majority of her weapons impossible to draw out in defense. Pressing against the couch Nighleena counted the impressions she felt on her hip. 'Seven left,' she thought to herself. Not having much of an option she rolled off the couch, sending two kunai coated with a paralysing ointment straight at Tuck.

 

Fresh pain bolted up her leg causing her to shriek once more. Not checking to see if the dog had been hit Nighleena whipped out the little black marbel. Going through the motions she activated it and the white glow inside swirled to life. "I need help, NOW!! I'll activate the tracking mechanic!"

 

(Funny thing Earth happens to be incapacitated, since he has the other marbel. lol)

(Uhh.. Vixion's back)

 

Hearing the commotion from inside, Vixion wasted no time in getting in his building. As he ran over to the woman, he paid no attention to the whimpers of Tuck, who had two kunai in him. "How badly did you disturb your ankle? This is no time to pretend you don't hurt. I can see it in your eyes." His low volumed voice shook. "Can you get yourself back on the couch or would you like someone to assist you?" Vixion still paid no attention to the mutt. "I got the Emberwood that you wanted."

 

(Talk post ftw!)

As Kemios retraced his wandering steps through the woods to get to the town, he had a few nice little conversations with his baby dragon.

 

Kemios:"So, do you have a name?"

Dragon:"A name? What's a name?"

Kemios:"A name is what someone's called, what they are identified by."

Dragon:"Oh! So my name could be the Terror of All Things Living? Or maybe THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!"

Kemios:"...How about I call you.... oh, I don't know.... Joel?"

Joel:"Oh, fine. But everyone else has to refer to me as 'Terror of All Things Living.'"

 

J:"Say, is that lump of meat attached to your torso for eating?"

K:"NO."

 

J:"Why don't you have any wings?"

K:"Because I'm not a dragon...."

 

J:"So why are we walking this way?"

K:"So I can get myself a beer."

 

J:"Am I annoying you with all my questions?"

K:"Yes. Now please, shut the hell up."

(this is a necessary lmao moment Pie the end was great)

In a raspy growl Nighleena shrieked at Vixiin, grabbing the Emberweed from him. "Kill that damned mutt before the paralysis wears off! It will only last for a few more seconds on someone of his magickal prowess!"

 

Wrapping the Emberweed around one of her daggers which she was able to reach, given the couch no longer blocked her blades from being drawn, Nighleena stabbed the wrapped dagger into her ankle. A blood curtling scream escaped her lips, but the bones mended around the blade. Slowly, she pulled it out, fighting off the urge to fall over and faint. The remaining bone healed as the blade slid out of her ankle, followed by the wound closing itself altogether as if nothing had ever been harmed there. Cinders fell from the blade, the Emberweed was no more. Nighleena's conscious slipped into a deep slumber, the marbel rolling out into the middle of the floor.

Vixion's eyes flew to Tuck at the second she said to kill him. "What the hell did you do?!" He snapped accusatively. His pulse quickened and his blood boiled.

 

The mutt did nothing but try to falsely convince Vixion that he was innocent by whimpering. "Out with it Mutt!" Vixion's patience was withering. "I know you can talk, so tell me."

 

"I simply told her that she's a dead woman because of the mark. Now that my brother is king, I suggest showing me some respect." Tuck took Vixion's demands as a joke and laughed in his face as the paralysis wore off.

 

"Get out, before I shove these katanas so far down your throat they come out of your tail." He yelled with authority and the dog took off. "You run to your brother, you die!" He called the deadly promise after the dog.

Vixion looked down at the woman with admiration and worry. Without wasting anymore time, he knelt on his left knee, held her body in his arms then set her back onto the sofa.

As Kemios entered town, he saw a mutt running at high speed out of someone's house with a pair of kunai sticking out of its stomach.

 

"Now that's not something you see every day.... Ah well, time to get myself a beer."

 

And Kemios walked down to the local tavern, and promptly had a small disagreement with the bartender over his last visit. A few punches, and both parties concerned decided that Kemios should be allowed to buy himself a dang beer, but then should leave.

Cerentis walks out of the forest, and promptly trips over a dog embedded with several kunai. He picks it up by the scruff of the neck, and is quickly charmed by its playful antics and fuzzy nature.

"Well, hello there little one! Aww, how cute, he's trying to bite my face off... Waaaaait a minute, aren't you Vixion's dog, Tuck? Well, can't let you be running around all alone I suppose, so I'll take you with me!"

Cerentis gives a wide smile, and the white patterns, stark against the black of his coat, ripple off of one sleeve to form a carrying cage around Tuck.

"There we go, a nice widdle home for widdle Tuck! Hm, you seem to have some uncomfortable and pointy protrusions from your stomach! I'll fix that right up!"

Cerentis grabs a red pellet from his pocket and slaps it onto Tuck's abdomen, pulling out the kunai as the flesh is repaired.

"There, nothing more to worry about for widdle Tuck! You'll be safe in there, not even magic can get in!"

Suddenly Cerentis' face darkens, and he says in an evil voice; "OR OUT."

Brightening once more, Cerentis skips along into the village holding Tuck's cage.

"C'mon little buddy! We've got a big day ahead of us!"

 

(I hope that was acceptable, if not just modify it as you like.)

As Kemios leaves the bar carrying his keg of beer, he bumps into some maniac skipping down the street with a caged dog in his hands.

"Okay, this town must have gone absolutely loony since I left...."

"I think you're just loony."

"Shut up, Joel."

And Kemios wanders back into the forest to find somewhere quiet to chug his beer and fall asleep.

(The drunk man and the talking baby dragon, oh the possibilities xD. Oh and Nex, with the whole mixed time...well I personally don't reference it, neither does anyone else. Vixion's the only one using those references, so we'll just pretend he hit his head really hard and had a temporary magick power that created those futuristic things inside his mind, and they conjured up into his house ^-^. Hope that sets your side story back on track :) )

(Oh, I like my new side-story just as well. Too bad it's gonna ratchet up my Mary-Sue score. Damned magical pets!)

(Having mary sue tendencies (score of 16-25ish which i think is two ranked groups) is perfectly fine. Just try to stay below 30 lol. The 15- is more required for novel characters. I mean, Kyla has an infant dragonling AND is bonded to Heartflux (another dragon), yet her score was still under 20 i think. Nighleena's was really low O_o )

(You copied Nighleena straight out of Ninja Gaiden is what I'm thinking :P )

(Nah, Ryu has a higher score than a 20 for sure. Nighleena's a bit ruthless if you've been reading how her attitude works. I've known what a Kusari-gama was since before I played the game. Game just made me want to throw it into Nighleena's arsenal...oh, it was Maj'la'Tairn who had just under 20....tested Kyla, got a 9. lol)

 

EDIT: and Nighleena's an 8...lol

My character has a 14. I think I got a lot from the whole "Immortal" thing.

Kylar Stern, from the Night Angel Trilogy, clocks in with a 133 by my count. Tsk tsk, Brent Weeks.

Kemios from this RP got an 8.

Anything below 23 is spot on perfect for an RP, below 17 is the novel type character requirement. So Ross, having a 14 is fine. And yeah things that trigger those bumps in the score are fine if you're in the safe range afterward. Means your character was well thought out :) . For RPing skip parts 2&3 btw.

 

EDIT: Here's the part where I kick myself in the butt for not making one of my characters non revolving around Vixion's characters...-_-