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9/3/2019 11:01:51 PM
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Ah geez, you know I'm not really fit for fighting. I'd much appreciate if we could just talk this out.
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You better be taking good care of my robots
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I haven't taken them into the fighting, I don't want them getting hurt.
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Good. Good.
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I think it's calmed down here now anyway. *Lays down* I'll violently claw anyone who dares interrupt my relaxation.
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“We could talk” comes a booming and obviously magically enhanced voice from above. “Isn’t the spells I cast just incantations using my research and ancient magical languages? I think so” came the voice of The vampire Warlock Holmes.
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Yeah, well you might have fancy spells and incantations, but all I have is one arm and no real desire to fight. You know, you're looking very well today!
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I could get you an arm, but it would be mechanical
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Wouldn't be any different than usual.
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*I toss you a metal arm. The Celluloid symbol is on the underside. Punch him for me, will ya?*
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You got it! *connects arm, wiggles fingers around* Finally, I now am armed properly for battle!
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“You know I haven’t really been a villain before so I am going to kill you know. Feel free to make small talk after each attack I find it soo amusing” the vampire says. Floating in the air are a bunch of illusionary Holmes, each of them pointing a finger of you and suddenly a bold of crackling lighting shoots toward you!
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*Wraps myself in a veil of darkness* Sorry Holmes...I may not be fit for fighting...but I'm not just going to lie down and die! *Whips gunblade around, fires once*
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A shot fires from your gun blade and it hits one of the illusionary duplicates causing it to fizzle away! A fireball erupts near you and although you are not the center target fire flys everywhere. The vampire starts to cast a spell, his voice echoing through the chamber.
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*Dodges out of the way of the fire* Things are really heating up in here! *emits a dark pulse of energy at Vampire Holmes*
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The energy strikes another duplicate and it disappears! Only two more left circling in the air. Suddenly they stop casting and you hear a horrid roar of a beast. A creature, made of shadow and nightmare itself, pounced towards you with a killing glair in its dark eyes. The sound of more incantations can be hear above
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*charges the beast, slashes sword at it and fires once*
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The beast charges and your shot cried out in the air striking the beast but it keeps on running. Your weapon slashed it and it stumbles back a little before continuing its charge. The creature made of pure fear let’s out a bone chilling roar that sounds more like the howling of the wind in a cold winters eve. The warlock cackles as he finished his next spell and suddenly magical darkness covered the area.
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You think a little darkness will scare me? Foolish vampire, I am the Dark Knight of Offtopic! Bopsheezi Tenebrae! *slashes the beast again, begins to emit a dark aura myself*
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“No but you are not the only warrior on the field I have to deal with. Enjoy my present” the wizard cackles before continuing the strange and rhythmic words of spell casting. The dark beast growls, a sound that sounds like a cliff racers fingernails scraping across a very old chalkboard, and strikes at you. It’s dark tendrils of a arm strikes directly at your mind as it probes your fears attacking you psychically with them.
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No...stop...*creates a spike ball of dark energy under the beast*
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The beast only roars it’s hideous roar as the damage doesn’t really affect it. It continues to tear through your mind. Prowling for fears and tramas and scars that it can tear open. Whatever it is can only be battled mentally. You hear a gunshot crack and assume that the last illusionary duplicate has been dispelled.
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*tries to push the thoughts out back into the deepest recesses of mind*
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[spoiler]this is where I would tell my d&d players to make a wisdom save. But since we are not playing d&d let me describe [/spoiler] You push the tougher deeper into your mind and the beast still feds. Although it is able to do significantly less damage but it keeps trying. You notice something odd about it. It doesn’t damage it’s surroundings or even affect them. Only you. More spell casting from above
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Wait...is it...all in my head? Is it even real?
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As you speak the creature backs up a little obviously wounded. It makes one great giant roar, that could rival giants, as some last effort to cling on to your fears.
