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  1. Visrii spots the 'Angel' getting hit heavily the blows. Hurry the fuck up, will you? He breathed at the horned man. He'd need to finish this fight fast. Visrii quickly throws a thunder charge at the wounded policeman. Rolling Thunder against Policeman A (SYN damage, +SYN% damage increase next attack.)
  2. "Hello!" Wyvis greets the instructor. "My name is Wyvis Ivenson of Nivinuxis. I was wondering if I could learn how to use those projectile weapons of this realm, for I am not familiar with them." Wyvis looked at the instructor lady. A slightly darker complexion, he noted, with some kind of scarf, or hood. It reminded him of the Roamers in the Avinarra deserts, save for the giant 'gun' strapped on her back.
  3. Visrii feels the metal shaftless arrowhead striking his armour. Not bad... He brings his halberd blade up and strikes it down against the closest guardsman he finds. Sharp Sweep on Policeman A (2d4+DEX*1.25, 75% RES bypass)
  4. Wyvis woke up from sleeping in front of the 'computer' screen, saliva dripping down the keyboard. He absentmindedly wiped it off, finished off the 'instant noodles' he bought from a local 'supermarket' and yawned away his sleepiness. On the computer screen, the TvTropes page, "Anime Tropes" flashed dully, along with countless other tabs open. Wyvis moved the mouse to open the interesting new link on the page, but then checked the time. "Shucks!" Wyvis hastily closed the computer. Ohh, the waste! That site was surely made by the vilest of men! Anyway, there was something he got of this. "Meeting of Floor Guards! Drinks and party in 2 days, easy target for infiltration." was scribbled next to a really detailed sketch of a cat he didn't remember drawing. In any case, the plan really was clear from this point on. Infiltrate the party, steal the guard's clothes, and infiltrate the base. But first, he'd need to shoot those metallic bow-like mechanisms they called a 'gun'.
  5. Visrii sighed, annoyed by the thugs suddenly turning on them and the overly aggressive 'angel'. "Right. Let's get this over with." He proceeded to stab the downed man through the hip. The man wasn't going to be dead, but he surely wasn't going to walk for a few months. Then, approaching the group, he let loose a lightning storm upon their heads. Profaned Storm on Policeman A,B,C,D (SYN*1.25 damage)
  6. Visrii swiftly intervenes to stop the rampant 'Lexiel' with a parry and holds the victim in custody by the neck. "As much as I am for killing assholes, we're wasting time if we're gonna tangle ourselves with these idiots." Visrii then trips the stunned 'police' down and smashes his head on a nearby wall. Dead or stunned, Visrii didn't care. "Now, may we move on?"
  7. "It's alright if you don't want to discuss. I'll just go recon the tower then. Good day!" Wyvis said cheerfully. The green 'Lucio' person said that the building doesn't incinerate anything. But a person needs some kind of waste disposal, right? In any case, researching the background of this realm would be most wise. Wyvis spended his first day researching up the culture, technology and history of this land. Learning quickly to adapt, Wyvis changed to the appropriate clothing trend (though wearing the T-shirt backwards) and visited the 'internet'. "Why are there so many drawings of cats online? They do look cute though." Wyvis pondered.
  8. Visrii snorted at the attempts of 'subtlety' the rest of his party was putting up. Why were they bothering to do it subtly anyway? There was a job to do; and if it was one country invading another for a fucking book, then they probably should hurry up. Visrii strided towards the bouncer, pushing aside anyone who was in the way, and said flatly, "Harley Davidson and Quinn. Happy?"
  9. Visrii, cynical as he was in the intentions of this sudden task, decided to follow the group. Really, there weren't any other options, were there?
  10. "Great, a shitty riddle speaker. If everyone else here dances around with words, I'll eat Climax." Visrii remarked dryly. The motive of this strange man was unclear; if anything, Visrii guessed this wasn't related to Trespassers they were supposed to track down.
  11. Hmm... 3 or so days of reconnaissance. Not normally this loose, back in Stravaga. And they didn't operate in big groups for infiltration, if they ever had one, they'd go with pairs. But well, the more the merrier! Anyway, it would be wise to figure out the weapons that the inhabitants of this place use. Obviously, they used some kind of projectile weapons, or else they were very ineffective bludgeoning tools. The best way to figure it out, he decided, was to use one. Wyvis glanced over to the intricate metal object, picked up by the girl referred to as 'Kagari'. "That's a nice looking weapon! Do you know how to operate it?" Wyvis asked with enthusiasm.
  12. Visrii climbs down after the group, inspecting the strange environment around him. Looks shit, this place. Like the Slums but the entire realm is covered with it. "I'm guessing you people probably know more about this place than I do. Is there some kind of central vantage point we can pick out of this place?" Visrii asked.
  13. "Oh that's great!" Wyvis said, though he wasn't exactly sure this 'ninja' meant. Perhaps it was a sort of Crown Breaker, or assassin. In either case, back-up would be wise. Infiltrating bases looked tough. Really, the Sunshine Guard was to block AGAINST infiltration, so by far he was not the expert here. And 'helicopter' sounded like some sort of beast that patrolled the skies. If it was anything like a dragon, then it would be hard to sneak past them, very true. Hmm... if he was the Head Guard of this place, he'd most likely cover all bases... but he'd have to weaken defences in some areas; especially waste disposal areas. "Is there any waste-y areas in this place? Like, sewage. I know it's unpleasant, but I personally can't think of anywhere else."
  14. Wyvis looked awkwardly around, scratching his head. First, he was looking for Visrii, in the Emerald Expanse where he reportedly disappeared. He had his Paladins had been travelling on the road when this strange voice called him. Then the next thing he knew, he was travelling through portals and ended up here, listening blindly to a couple of strangely dressed gentlemen asking for help. Well, it wasn't exactly what he had expected. Well, he didn't really know what he HAD expected in the first place, but all turned out well, it seemed. He was alive, and someone needed help. "Err, so this person who needed help; Symmetra. Does she know we're the ones coming to save her? I mean, it would be better if we can bring along at least one friendly face for her to trust."
  15. "Well, you haven't spent years training up for combat, so really not a surprise there." Visrii slows down and waits for the civilian member to catch up. "This place certainly looks like it is made of metal." Visrii pointed out the darkened buildings.
  16. "As we are on introducing ourselves; my name is Visrii, Blackflame Visrii. In any case, we should be moving together. If the Royal Guard here aren't anything like back in Stravaga, they'll be actually competent." Visrii jumps north after Psymund.
  17. "Well, shit." The parchments must be some sort of task. He guessed the message was from, perhaps, underworld workers or conspirators of some kind. And because of its obvious lack of ciphers and its convenient placing, Visrii could tell this message was meant for them. But first, refuge. Visrii quickly climbed up, expertly swinging over bars and railings whilst making little sound, as if he had practiced this a hundred times before. Just before he reached the top, he dropped a conductive crystal and wedged it against the stairs. If they had any company, Visrii could shock them first.
  18. "Royal guards? They're pretentiously loud for guards." Visrii mused. Normally, he would be able to plow through the guards and continue on his way. But 'normal' left him days ago, perhaps even years. Besides, already causing havoc in an unknown realm was never a good idea. "In any case, we should climb up. Height advantage is never an advantage one shouldn't take." Visrii looks for further ways to scale the building.
  19. We're just excited for the RP, don't mind us. Take your time with the sheets, no rush no foul.
  20. Visrii leans over the railing, and quickly tests a Fireball. Embers collect in his palm, but struggle to ignite. He disperses the collection of embers and tries again, but fails to create a proper ball. Still not strong enough. As far as he could tell, the Flame was alive, just weak or far away... and it was still Profaned. He'd need to gather more strength; and face any Trespasser that intrudes on Stravaga. In any case, he should focus on the current happenings. "So, where are we?" He asked to nobody.
  21. Visrii raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of scene. He had realm jumped before, but many were through ancient portals and runes. This kind of spontaneous teleportation was new, but he was not a stranger to surprises. He noticed he was in an alleyway of sorts. The stench of trash and decay reminded him of the slums that sprawled out of the Kyosis City, his home. Visrii shifted pace and climbed after the woman with the strange clothing. He thought briefly of imbedding a explosive crystal just to delay whoever was pursuing them, but explosions were most likely detrimental right now.
  22. Fantastic! I'll drop off my character soon after polishing up the backstory etc. You can expect my character within a day at the latest. See you soon!
  23. Visrii got out from his extended Attunement, his arms sore from the enchanting process. It took longer than usual, though he hypothesised it was probably because he was so far away from the Flame. He picked up the cloak, still warm and shimmering, like a live coal from a flame. Gold lettering outlined the cloak, the Oath of Fire in old tongue. "In darkness, grant them guidance. In storm, grant them courage. In battle, grant them victory. As a Vessel of the Fire, bear the embers of the World." These were the words that he had for so long lived with, the words carved upon his very action. He will see to it that the Flame never fades, whatever the means, whatever the costs.
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