When Death walks alone...

[VincentMortica]

Morte felt the fluctuating light release, and felt its whole being drop with the weight of the portal behind it... unfortunately for it, Morte had opened the portal upon a treetop, and fell as soon as it appeared. A crash signified the entrance of the deathly creature; and upon hitting the floor of these wilds, Morte began to fear whether or not it had been followed there...

The chase had begun many weeks before. Morte had found itself trapped in a web of energy, upon its escape from its destroyed hometown. A small band of Spidros, the sub-human species, had enticed Morte into this web and by now they began to eat at its skinlike texture that covered its body. The spidros gnawed down towards the centre of Morte until it managed to reach its scythe, and, draining its energy to its last breathe...

Morte turned back the essence of time until it took itself to the point in which it got caught in its trap... Morte had only used its ability to turn back time once before but this time, the second count was too long and the scythe he had enclasped, broke and the gem of time fell in to the clutches of the Spidros. Alas, that would be the last time Morte would manipulate time... upon turning back time, Morte sliced the web in half and ran as the Spidros followed viciously.

physically drained, there was nothing that Morte could do to kill them so he it ran. It ran until it could struggle the slightest energy to create a portal from some leftover magic... Morte just about managed this gruelling task and escaped in time... This new landscape seemed strange to Morte, trees grew from everyplace; this was the beginning of a new life for Morte, the protector of the dead status he had begun life as would show new ability on his quest to avenge his species...

[LordPsycho]

The Dark Psycho, God of Insanity, sat inside the meeting house when a Warp Portal alarm went off.

Noting that it was near him in the Wilds, he choose to disregard it. In all actuallity it was probably some of the new Blackstar Warp Corp boys and girls returning home.

With the alarm abaded, DP turns his attention back to his tea and his company...

[Angel]

*Angel glides above the treetops, she'd been hunting and has three owls dangling from her belt. off to her right a flash of blue light catches her eye, its not unusual in this area but that was different some how. she swerves over to take look, shifting her vision into the energy spectrum.

towards the meeting house DP's aura glows nuclear bomb bright but she turns her eyes towards where the portal had opened. a silvery blue aura glows, faint in comparison to DP's but strong in its own right.

who is that? an ice user but too humanoid to be anyone I know off...

Angel keeps careful tabs on ice and water users, cold being her greatest weakness, so she decides to investigate. a tinge of black and the warping of leylines around... him? may as well, for now,... tells her that he has had more than a passing association with an afterlife.

she back flaps until she is hanging above a small clearing near his apparent crash land then lands herself, with considerably more delicacy. in no more than a minute she steps out of the brush near him, having moved silently she half hopes he jumps.*

what are you then?

[VincentMortica]

*After brushing itself off, Morte began to wander the woodland that surrounded itself. The thick brush of trees surrounded the ice creature, as purple tinted leaves clawed at its icy body. The slightest sound of wingbeats met Morte's ears, and a soft thump, and the rustle of something emerging from the bushes, signalled the arrival of a mysterious creature...

A soft voice sounded, asking what it Morte was of all things, directly into Morte's ear, so it whirled its icy being in a great semi-circle and met face-to-face with this strange angelic figure. In usual circumstances Morte would be used to this kind of sudden shock, but there was something about the presence of this creature that caused Morte to jump back in fear...

Morte sprang to its feet, and blades of grass began to freeze over from the imprint of Morte's icy body on the clearing's floor. Scythe in hand, Morte studied the creature. Huge blackish wings shrouded the creature, and Morte noticed that one of its eyes was white, tinted with a fleck of gold, as the other one was black, with a hint of purest red.

It was clear to see that this creature was of fire, but it was also clear that in a battle, it would have killed Morte outright. Therefore Morte sheafed its blue tinted scythe, and replied to the angelic creatures question...*

''I am Morte, of the Krachtos... i guard the dead souls that inhabit my homeland... ...it has recently been... ravished, shall we say, by the hands of magical beings, unknown even to myself. I have escaped here with my life, if anything... ...and who might you be?''

[Angel]

*she raises an eyebrow at his reaction, she can smell adrenaline faintly but that she can smell it from more that a few inches away is surprising, it must be strong fear to furl that. his composure impresses her immediately and she is not loth to answer.*

I am Angel, once Spirit bridge and servant of the Council of Lords, Weapons master to the armies of Avalon and weapon smith to the Evil Council. *she bows slightly, unfolding her wings slightly. she takes pride in her titles, especially the last, even though she rarely uses them all.*

my condolences for your homeland, may you find shelter and blood. are you injured? *she reaches out to touch one of the long rips in his clothes but flinches back as if burned from the cold*

(( NB: "may you find shelter and blood," is a saying meaning good luck and fortune))

[GBE]

A faint rustling disturbs some of the nearby trees and grass. Emerging from the forest is a small mamallian creature that looks up at the two beings, and runs off going back its business of searching for seeds. "Caw", somewhere high up in the canopy, a raven tilts its head to one side, as it watched the two beings converse.

It's black eye takes in the details, and its ears take in the sounds, listening intently. It shifts with the slight breeze flowing through the trees canopy. It stretches its left wing, a satisfying crack as its wing realligns itself. "Caw." It's call is lost upon the breeze as it continues to watch and listen.

The gate-keeper of an alien planet had arrived. How would the gate-keeper of this planet react. Certainly, the collector of souls here was taking an interest now, watching carefully. All balances must be maintained and left undisturbed. It was not allowed to shift to either way. Both gate-keepers would have to be kept apart, and only one would be able to act upon these lands.

Extending both wings, the raven takes a small leap of the branch, and flaps as it finds the breeze to carry it, the swirling air supporting its weight. He lands a bit closer to the pair, and again begins to watch and listen, wiping its beak on the fresh branch twice. "Caw"

[Raven]

Kaedra was traveling in the forest, thinking to himself and glad to get a short break from the Citadel. Under a tree he watched the wind blow some small leaves away, floating... 'So beautiful...' He thought to himself. His eyes opened in fright though, as he saw a light hit the ground. He jumped up and staggered up, hiding behind a tree a few meters away as he saw a creature jump down. It didn't spot him.

He waited a bit, seeing if it would leave. But instead more came, people from the dojo. Slowly, he came out of his hiding place and gingerly walked towards them, his steps making 'cracking' sounds from the twigs underfoot. "H-hello..." He said, as he stepped into the small clearing. Kaedra's voice was barely audible, but one with good ears could here it from a distance. A human however, would only hear a very faint mumble.

[VincentMortica]

*The dark woodland sounded alive, and with perfect beauty and clarity. The lonesome echo of leaves swirling in the wind, and of birds 'cawing' in the trees filled the air and the atmosphere was vibrant. Morte even thought it could hear the faint whisper of a tiny creature, gliding through the sweeping wind, but thought nothing of it. It turned back to the angelic figure that stood opposite its deathly form. This strange creature seemed powerful, strange, but also caring, as it attempted to see what the gash in Morte's belly originated from, and attempted to reach out; but this angel was a creature of fire and had to back away or else be burned.*

*Morte was in bad shape. The destruction of the time gem on its scythe had severely weakened Morte's strength, and any more time left in the open land could have killed it. The harsh wind bit into every fibre of Morte's being , which, normally would have barely affected Morte's icy self. Morte felt the cold touch of its fore-fathers of the realms of the dead, touch its shoulder, lowering to its hand and pulling it forward... this was surely the end for Morte. That is, unless this being could help it. In normal circumstances, Morte would have rather accepted an honerable death than to beg sanctuary off a strange being, but there was something comforting about this angel...*

'' Please, kind being, i fear for you, do not make contact with my being as I exist of the power of winters fury, the ice, it could kill you. But please, i beg of you, take me to a place of sanctuary!''

[Falhado]

((If you wish Sanctuary, you only have to find the Sanctuary. I do not know how to bring you there in this roleplay, but it would be nice to have a new member of the flock. Perhaps you may wish to join?))

[Lexington_Mouto]

His bloodred wings beat the air as leaves and feathers flew about. He smirked. ~What is this gathering?~ he thought. "Perfect" he said. He knew that this place was bound to have a few criminals or two. His name is Cobra Venom. A bounty hunter from the lands far from Blackstar. In the valley of Saturenine. His wings flapped every so often as he watched from over head. He was a fallen angel and seeing normal female angels was a new thing for him to see. Cobra landed with a small thud, his cape and hat brim fluttered lightly. "Now to turn in the murderers, theives, kidnappers and rapists and to collect the from them" Cobra said as he smirked and leaned against a tree.

[Cirrial]

((I don't mean to sound rude, but you're bumping up topics which long ago fell away due to disinterest. Father Mac's post was made almost a whole year ago.

Please stop reviving old topics. Look at the date of the last post. If it was more than a month ago, don't post in that topic.))

[3kul]

((Or if you really want to post in an old RP, PM it's creator to ask them if it's okay. Half of these people aren't even here anymore, and DP's currently dead.))