>Welcome, to a horror themed world of Angels, where faith is strength. And humanity has been forced to ascend to a higher plane of being, a creature of Concepts and Marrow. Where you will fight with Blood, Faith, and Bone. Where the human question has been long since erased and replaced with a new one.The sound of sole on pavement filled your ears as did the incessant beeping of horns and chatter of the sea of people as you wade through the tsunami of life, ignoring them as you begin your morning commute to work. A cup of coffee in your hand as a substitute for a healthy sleep schedule. The morning commute that is as familiar as it is soil crushing. You rub your eyes with your arm as you feel them begin to itch in the cold October air. However the ache did not go away, feeling akin to the bastard condition known as the migraine.You sigh and wipe your eyes as you feel your eyes start to water…and then the tears came, and wouldn’t stop. Sobbing fills your ears as you blink through the waterfall’s of your salt as they stream down your face. The sea of people has stopped as everyone has suddenly begun to weep. Confusion and panic took hold as you stopped your march, the loud crunching of metal is heard as a nearby taxi collided with a streetlight, a middle aged face comes up from the air bag with tears streaming down his face. Despite bleeding from his temple and one eyes now swelling her gets out of the car and cranes his neck skyward.That’s when for some reason you look up, your not sure why but your out stretched neck now refused to move, with a side eye you can see others doing the same, all with a look of fear and confusion on their faces. The sky, began to bulge downward as if the clouds and sky were some linen screen. Like a cloth filling with water it bulked downward, it grew, the improbable bulge’s size now scrapping against structures meant to touch the sky’s. It’s seize grew width growing behind your sight from your place in the concrete jungle. The cloud still moving on it as if it were a mere screen. Which is when it burst with a deafening sound. One akin to a scream. Blood fell upon the city like a flood filling it as people and vehicle alike were flung amount its rapid stream’s. You are swept up and pushed against a pillar, you can feel your ribs and legs being crushed slowly by the onset of copper liquid. The pillar behind you holding the humble family owned bookshop’s ceiling suddenly crumbles atop of you. Your vision black as pain sears into you.
Pain, blinding pain fills every fiber of your being, you can’t move and all you see is darkness. You can feel your limbs being crushed, all of your being crushed under the rubble… Through the stone casket you can hear nothing. For a few moments as the sound of crushing liquid suddenly ceased. You wonder what happened, as you then hear another sound, crying, but not from around you, from above, then the people around you began to scream. Not during the flood of blood. But this thing they saw emerge…well…you’re not gonna be here to see it.People’s screams turn into your final Lullaby as you close your eyes. Blood loss and broken bones having taken their toll along with your crushed organs. There’s nothing to do now. But accept, and you do. But you simply would not die that easy. For new flesh doesn’t die. It only sleeps.——Time passes, you’re not sure how long, but during that you dream. And in that dream you see yourself as something…something beyond mortal. Tell me what will be your ascension?
>>6131561>Reflection - Based upon the darker desires of man. To be a reflection is to be an Angel built upon concepts such as murder, blood, and anything humanity feared or thought ugly. Phobia’s, Disease, age, all things thought evil make up your title. Strongest physically of all Angel variants. (Melee focused using only their body to fight, Can combo and roll to keep the combo going. Are often terrifying to look at something out of a horror film, but tend to be the most human, most flawed, most evil. Down to earth but more likely to harm their kin than any other. Fists and kicks evolve into combos. Many can break down walls with no issue the upper limit of a Reflections strength it has not documented. For Reflections live long encounter for that to happen.)>Natural - Based upon nature and all its terrifying beauty. Embody the elements such as Fire, Waterfalls, Stone, Wood. Pure and inherently simple. And Inherently uncaring. For war, Gluttony and Selfishness are also part of nature. And needed for the survival of most. (Can control an element freely. Made of their elements whether it be of wood or Glass. They are to be feared for their ability to change the environment. Make spikes from the earth, take air from their lungs, mummify them by taking their water, or burn them to ashes. Be warned elementals need their element around to function their nest. And this world has floors and walls of every material man has made or found.)>Light - Based upon pure ideals to an extreme degree. Thing’s such as kindness, Happiness and Justice. Which hardly go hand in hand. Gentle and horrifying. Preaching, Disciple, Royalty. Those reborn of the light are one’s to fear, for one’s definition of justice can wary greatly. As such Light’s tend to attack their kin in the sake of moral debate often. But never to kill. (Uses weapons of verses and fortification of weapons to deliver their justice. A being able to make music of their own body, each misconstrued bit of muscle and bone acting as vessel for string and percussion. Of which each syllable cuts their foe like the lashing of a whip. A symphony of death.)>Abstract - Based upon human concepts, such as Love, Consciousness, Good trips, the list goes on. Unfounded they tend to look truly horrifying rivaling Vile’s in appearance and tending to surpass them. in nature and have been mistaken for such in the past. But most don’t know how to view world as what it is, and abstraction of morals. (Can create objects of which the size of complexities, depending on what they represent. Be it pain, Crying, or Joy, they must match one’s own angelic title, to a degree. One cannot pull an out a gun for sometime, unless they have knowledge how it’s made and functions, which will require a hefty roll. One of pain for example could pull out a gun but one of joy would have to roll.)Each one will wake up in another plane of this world. Additional abilities and your title will come soon after.
>>6131564>Abstract - Based upon human concepts, such as Love, Consciousness, Good trips, the list goes on. Unfounded they tend to look truly horrifying rivaling Vile’s in appearance and tending to surpass them. in nature and have been mistaken for such in the past. But most don’t know how to view world as what it is, and abstraction of morals. (Can create objects of which the size of complexities, depending on what they represent. Be it pain, Crying, or Joy, they must match one’s own angelic title, to a degree. One cannot pull an out a gun for sometime, unless they have knowledge how it’s made and functions, which will require a hefty roll. One of pain for example could pull out a gun but one of joy would have to roll.)
>>6131564>Reflection - Based upon the darker desires of man. To be a reflection is to be an Angel built upon concepts such as murder, blood, and anything humanity feared or thought ugly. Phobia’s, Disease, age, all things thought evil make up your title. Strongest physically of all Angel variants.
>>6131564>>Natural - Based upon nature and all its terrifying beauty. Embody the elements such as Fire, Waterfalls, Stone, Wood. Pure and inherently simple. And Inherently uncaring. For war, Gluttony and Selfishness are also part of nature. And needed for the survival of most. (Can control an element freely. Made of their elements whether it be of wood or Glass. They are to be feared for their ability to change the environment. Make spikes from the earth, take air from their lungs, mummify them by taking their water, or burn them to ashes. Be warned elementals need their element around to function their nest. And this world has floors and walls of every material man has made or found.)
>>6131560Torn between Reflection and Abstract
>>6131593Question, for OP. If we pick Natural, would we be able to choose War as our thing? The description mentions it as falling under nature.
>>6131564>Natural - Based upon nature and all its terrifying beauty. Embody the elements such as Fire, Waterfalls, Stone, Wood. Pure and inherently simple. And Inherently uncaring. For war, Gluttony and Selfishness are also part of nature. And needed for the survival of most. (Can control an element freely. Made of their elements whether it be of wood or Glass. They are to be feared for their ability to change the environment. Make spikes from the earth, take air from their lungs, mummify them by taking their water, or burn them to ashes. Be warned elementals need their element around to function their nest. And this world has floors and walls of every material man has made or found.)
>>6131596Yes you can. But summoning heavy artillery or a tank won’t happen for a couple quests. Maybe. Depends on the vibe of the encounter.
>>6131630>>6131564Fair enough. Will vote for Natural I suppose >Natural - Based upon nature and all its terrifying beauty. Embody the elements such as Fire, Waterfalls, Stone, Wood. Pure and inherently simple. And Inherently uncaring. For war, Gluttony and Selfishness are also part of nature. And needed for the survival of most. (Can control an element freely. Made of their elements whether it be of wood or Glass. They are to be feared for their ability to change the environment. Make spikes from the earth, take air from their lungs, mummify them by taking their water, or burn them to ashes. Be warned elementals need their element around to function their nest. And this world has floors and walls of every material man has made or found.)
>>6131564>NaturalGentlemen, I know War Angel sounds cool, but think deeper than that, Death Angel. See>elementals need their element around to function their nest.Death is everywhere in nature, 60 billion cells die every day in a single human body. Death is also but a stepping stone, a way for resources to go back to their environments before being used again by a living organism. This may overlap a bit with Reflection, but imagine casting a spell and having the enemy's insides rot instantly.
>>6131564>>NaturalWAR ANGEL
>>6131564A natural you will be. And so comes with the decision of what you will embody. And with this you have free rein now, Will it be the physicality of the elements? Or the Spiritual nature of the Natural?>Physical, A blaze of fire, A pressurized stream, A mountain moved by mere gestures, Air able to cut metal. All will be yours, and you shall choose which. Even something like glass, concrete, or even bone can be considered this. Anything used to build can be an element, this includes the flesh itself. (Write what element you will embody.)>Spiritual. - Things in nature that happen naturally. As ants wage war to survive, or animals starve, or one’s need to live, these were here before man and are pure. War, Hunger, Instinct, all of these natural and all embody who you are and the abilities you garner. (Write what natural part of life you will embody.) After this you will enter this cruel, yet beautiful world. Whether you wished for it or not. This divinity is forced upon us all.
>>6131860>>Spiritual. - Things in nature that happen naturally. As ants wage war to survive, or animals starve, or one’s need to live, these were here before man and are pure. War, Hunger, Instinct, all of these natural and all embody who you are and the abilities you garner. (Write what natural part of life you will embody.)WAR
>>6131860>SpiritualDEATH
>>6131860>Physical, A blaze of fire, A pressurized stream, A mountain moved by mere gestures, Air able to cut metal. All will be yours, and you shall choose which. Even something like glass, concrete, or even bone can be considered this. Anything used to build can be an element, this includes the flesh itself. (Write what element you will embody.)Void enlightenment/Touched by the Void (Exotic energies manipulation/utilization)
>>6131860>Physical, A blaze of fire, A pressurized stream, A mountain moved by mere gestures, Air able to cut metal. All will be yours, and you shall choose which. Even something like glass, concrete, or even bone can be considered this. Anything used to build can be an element, this includes the flesh itself.Brass. It's a common alloy, present in all walks of human life. If we're getting into the game of concepts and perspective there's a lot of associations and utility. From opening doors to the dulcet tones of a saxophone. It also comes with a sick aesthetic.
>>6131860>Physical, A blaze of fire, A pressurized stream, A mountain moved by mere gestures, Air able to cut metal. All will be yours, and you shall choose which. Even something like glass, concrete, or even bone can be considered this. Anything used to build can be an element, this includes the flesh itself.>brain/fat
>>6131860>Spiritual. - Things in nature that happen naturally. As ants wage war to survive, or animals starve, or one’s need to live, these were here before man and are pure. War, Hunger, Instinct, all of these natural and all embody who you are and the abilities you garner. (Write what natural part of life you will embody.)
>>6131860>Spiritual. - Things in nature that happen naturally. As ants wage war to survive, or animals starve, or one’s need to live, these were here before man and are pure. War, Hunger, Instinct, all of these natural and all embody who you are and the abilities you garner. (Write what natural part of life you will embody.)WAR
>>6131860>You awaken to darkness and try to move onto to feel yourself contained in what feels like a box, instinctively you push against the walls of it, to little avail, but with another push the top begins to give and slowly you move the stone slap atop of you the sound of stone scrapping on stone filling the coffee until the lid falls off loudly and the sight before you…..a red sky.>You emerge, with a sigh, your head cloudy, as you see a skyline of red, stepping out of whatever you were in, and take a moment to look back at the….coffin you once inhabited, somehow the rubble, you died in was now this? With an engraving on it. You….were crushed, was your body moved? To here….where is here? >Looking out into the distance in a field of red grass, red rivers and a sea of coffins. As the rushing of a river beside you makes causes a shudder to run up your back remembering the feeling of your ribs being crushed. Instinctively putting a hand over your chest just to feel an odd silken garb and something wooden underneath. Oh god, that’s not skin. Panic grips your heart snaking around it like a serpent, the newly born one hobble’s toward the river for you need to see how you’ve been malformed.>You walk and feel like a calf on ice, your muscles despite not being used for who knows how long doesn’t seem to be an issue, as it is the length and width of them that feel odd as if the soles of your feet have changed as well.>You walk forward to the river but feel an immense heft drag against you, as if something is sticking out from one’s own spine, tugging you with its weight. Tumbling to your knees….is that your shadow? It is and now bears two immense wings now. You look down at your hands and see webs and an odd black power coating them, now feeling more akin to leather than flesh. Now on your knees and crawling across the red grass, mind racing. As you stare into a nearby river of flowing crimson only a few feet from your resting place.
>>6132239The Angel of war. You chose well.>Black wings out stretch from your back, in which effigy’s of hanged bits of brine and silk hang, looking almost like small dolls of straw, all hung by their neck by black feathers. Your eyes dart to one. And after a while you swear you can see it move, and its face…becoming one of familiarity. >You shake your head and look at your face, piercing black outer eyes with a gleaming meaning red iris. Glowing seemingly, your skin layered with web-like tendrils sprawling across your form the dull ivory of the bones of your wings are seemingly covered by this webbing. All of you is, even your black coat like attire. What….are you?>You sigh and your voice now sounds almost alien, deep, old, and gruff. Standing up, you see a monolithic..thing…overlooking you….its size rivals that of the city below it. Spilling the red liquid forth as its wings stay motionless. As if flight was not needed for it to remain airborne. It’s far in the distance beyond the graves and rivers. That’s when you hear the slamming a coffin lid.
>>6132246>You look over to the south and see something…a being…with wings and a halo.>It is opening a coffin, one much like your own, and you can hear the sounds of bones tearing as it rips pieces off of the cadaver with its stringy arms. Its wings are grey and appear to have bits of wood, metal, and other body parts sewn on to them. As if hastily trying to keep them together. You can see every bit of his spine as its skin hugs it taut seemingly ready to burst out of the casing at any moment. >”Mmm…Gotta keep it together…..I can’t….fall apart yet…I’m an original! Yeah, yeah. You’ve got this.” It mumbles its voice hoarse and a bit slurred. It turns to look at you.>Its face is white as cotton with a linen like halo around their head, thin as a thread and not fully closed, pulsating like a dying lightbulb. The eyes are pitch black and seemingly partial blocked by his loose skin. The mouth is wide open showing off red and yellowing gums and crooked white teeth. Pale white hands pull down on the face as if it is a mere covering. Seemingly trying to keep it in place. As it stares at you. >”Mmmm…..who are you?” A shrill voice asks looking you over. Standing up fully from the disrespectful perch, no longer kneeling the creature towers over you with it being easily double your height.>”Newly Reborn? Hmmmm….Give me some of that….” The Angel’s claws touch your wings, in which the effigy’s move and shake. As if alive.>”Hm? Yes…..yes….unique….very unique.” It mumbles his black eyes still baring into your red ones. Well what will you do?>Question him. You just want some sense to all this.>Leave him alone. He’s not worth the trouble.>If you turn your back he may attack. You need to act first.>Write-in*An encounter with a Rotting Angel is almost always dangerous. Be smart.*
>>6132255>Question him. You just want some sense to all this.
>>6132255Pull your wings close and tight. As an angel, your wings define you, so priority is not to let anyone touch them. As the angel of War, we should have comprehensive survival and tactical skills. Look at the terrain. Advantages, disadvantages, possible allies. Being above the city looks like a seraph. Designate hostile unless proven otherwise, and for the love of Goddess, don't provoke them.Step back, de-escalate and observe the situation. The rotten is after our life force. Objective is to help him if we can, crush him if we can't.
>>6132255>>Question him. You just want some sense to all this.
>>6132255Its eyes are half hidden under its sloughed skin but you can feel its eye’s boring into you. It slowly begins to pace, moving one malformed crow like foot in front of the other, you began to circle as well, making sure it can’t get to your back. This….thing smells of carrion. You look around the landscape and find nobody else here, only the city beyond ,under the giant angel. It’s a flat field with only coffers to act as cover. Nowhere to hide or hunker down it seems. Reluctantly you meet its gaze trying to remain somewhat passive. it’s intention is all but friendly even so they are your best option for answers. Looking over his form it seems to lack significant muscle, however he stands easily enough. His fingers are akin to knives, sharp, yet delicate. He’s tall, but without girth which is good meaning his height advantage over you means little.“Where am I?” You ask your voice gruff and calm. Over looking areas of the grass as you walk between coffins looking at one another. Your instincts taking over, trying to place yourself in a bothersome enough position so he won’t be at your neck within a couple steps.“This? This is the Holy Refuse, do take it all in.” It cackles as it ruffled the various different sized feathers of it’s wings.“Yes, fascinating….this tells me nothing.” You mumble “Okay…lifeling. I’ll spoon feed ya a bit.” Its bones creak as it approaches but you place yourself against between a coffin and yourself as you both speak, it chuckles at this.“Heh….got some survival instinct….thats good…very good. Got good parts on ya. Effigy’s ain’t common by default.” They point what hangs off your wings.“You want to tear me apart like the cadaver?” You ask your voice still mutual but somehow this seems to afford them. As they scowl bitting down causing some of their teeth to become more crooked and some to sink further into the gums.
>>6133152“Pah, you see me as weak that right? Ol’ Solm has to struggle to live? And yet I’m still here! When others lose their grace they die their final death soon after, but me? 300 years later and I’m still divine as when the Ascension happened. All thanks to my title of course…hehe.” It chuckles as its face sag’s. “Fall?” You question hoping to get answers and de-escalate this. But that causes them to stop suddenly. Their eyes suddenly locking onto you.“Heh know this hatchling. Losing your halo is considered death. But you don’t have one do you? Most Reborn take a while. And without one…” he smiles as he walks towards you and swipes at your wings, only for you to instinctively pull them inward. It twists on its heel as it misses now face to face with you. It’s knife like fingers poised like claws as it bears its gums. “Your free divinity.” He mutters. You reflexively take a stance and without thinking you shout a command. And the effigy’s hanging off your wings suddenly begin to excrete something black onto the red grass. What is the command?>”Fire!” (Arrow Rain, your spectral soldiers will block out the sun with their arrows.)>”Retreat!” (Spartan Shielders, Your spectral Spartans Spear and Shield will attack as the commander retreats.)>”Offensive positions! (Circle Formation Spectral knights on steeds of dust circle the enemy attacking with ferocity to make the opponent a causality to their commanders will.)>”Defensive positions!” (Phalanx formation A spear formation of spectral pike men ready the skewer any enemy.) >Write-in
>>6133154This will decide your first batch of Effigy men. You will get more. And so you are an Army of one. Sorry for the delay I wanted to make a unique combat system for the war angel and my ‘Tism took too long and I got like 4 pages of War Angel stuff now.
>>6133154>”Offensive positions! (Circle Formation Spectral knights on steeds of dust circle the enemy attacking with ferocity to make the opponent a causality to their commanders will.)He probably doesn't expect a newfag to take the initiative.
>>6133154>>”Offensive positions! (Circle Formation Spectral knights on steeds of dust circle the enemy attacking with ferocity to make the opponent a causality to their commanders will.)>>6133163I appreciate the wartism
>>6133154> "Fire!"We don't know how long the first batch of spectral soldiers will/should last. For the engagement at hand, FIRES is not the best choice, but we can try to draw the hostile, and let them kill the hostile. With missile troops, we can attack airborne units also. All other options are land-based, thus extremely vulnerable to a likely attack from above. Only weakness we'll have is friendly fire and armored hostile elements.Tactics:> We draw aggro> Archers scatter formation and fire at will.
>>6133154“Offensive positions!” You yell out, and the sound of an ethereal neigh echoes throughout the flat field, as the pounding of hooves soon follow as a Knight, clad in black webbed armor Prances out of the black tar the effigy excreted as it dissolved into the earth. And then 4 more followed its roar. With swords seemingly made of marrow, they run forward toward the aggressor. Your soldiers groaning , their blades attached to their right arms, made of sharpened marrow and webbing. They seem meek but fast perhaps all they need is a couple good shots.You stare it down as the rotten readies their knife like hands. Sparks momentarily fly as he parried a charge from original horse man, and drags his claws again the horses side spilling a viscous back tar onto the ground. The horse lets out a whinny and dissipates causing the rider to fall upon the grass, rolling over on the ground, slowly getting up a meter behind the beast. Seems its speed is match for horseback. Bothersome.“Think something that weak will save you? Pawns mean nothing if I go for the king…” Liking their fingers of tar it smiles. A crater is left in the grass where he once stood, you look behind you, and see a claw narrowly missing your eyes. And see a second swipe coming down, and within an instant a second rider swipes his claws with his blade of bone. You sneer as his claw is parried into the grass, you jump away using your wings to drag you back further a bit.
>>6133778But them being far too weak to do more other than momentarily increasing your jump distance a bit. Now you sit 2 meters away from him with 4 Horse riders in a formation of a half circle around the angel. Your fifth has their sword ready as they stand behind them. Their visor open to reveal naught but a skull in that helmet.webbing filling their eye sockets as they await orders. Inevitability of war is here. And you’ll be damned if you’ll lose one without a fight.[Natural - Angel of Scavenging - Solm] VS [Natural - Angel of War - ////]
>>6133780Condition applied to Following battle. [Rotten Madness] Both players get 3 actions per turn none of these may be repeated on the same turn, each time all of each players actions are done a round advances everyone’s actions increase by 1, up to 7 actions per turn each. Certain attacks cost multiple actions as you will soon see. Naturally this makes The fight frantic and your strategy will have to be versatile to the mentality of your opponent. Use strategy’s to attack the Angel, think how to counter them, either before or after they attack.[Enemy Action] Based on rolls your opponent will use Moves from a selection that they have. Of which can be predicted if you pay attention and react to them accordingly. These don’t have success rolls and need a 1d100 to crit compared to the players 1d20. There’s a reason for this. Which is why strategy matters ya get it? A natural 20 could bite your ass more than it saves it. >Decide your strategy with that you know so far.Combat will begin at 10:30 am tomorrow and I live in burger freedom land. The combat system will be implemented that is where dice rolls will happen but strategy matters more I’ll reveal more of what I mean by all of these, don’t worry it’s not overkill or brutal. You’re still OP and strong, No one shots or two shots. I wanna keep ya engaged not enraged.
>>6133785Reborn’s turn : *** 3 Actions this turnBefore you stands a being who wishes to wear your skin like mantle, an unsightly, vile and detestable creature. Whose focus seems to be solely on you. It’s likely he will charge you again if not given incentive to do otherwise. Your red eyes stare back into void’s of black. The abyss does stare back don’t it? With this you exhale, smoke leaving your mouth As you think. The creature is 2 meters ahead , every 5 meters there is a coffin in this field of refuse. Could be useful for cover if necessary. Rider’s Stand in a half circle formation half a meter away from him, as well as the riderless one. Who stands a meter behind him. What will you do in this brief window?Attacking with your troops costs 1 action A 1d20 must be rolled to see its success or failure, most successful roll is used for better or worse.Moving a meter is 1 Action Moving a troop is half an action >Write what you do with those 3 actions tell of your strategy and roll a 1d20 if you’re attacking with your troops. Think, overcome and most of all have faith.
>>6133967Have the riders circle us and wait for him to attack.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6133967So we have 3 actions. No action can be repeated.That mean the opponent can't move more than once. We are 2 meters away thanks to our <<Wing Jump>> non-action. We have the focus of our opponent, which might have a greater Movement Speed than us.We can burn only "2and half" actions because of Rotten MadnessThus I'll vote for :>Move action : 1 meter away from foe>Troop attack action : attack with the Steedless rider>Troop movement action : prepare the farthest rider to take a backstab position after ennemy's action.
Also, didn't quite took time to word it... But this smells as a Gud Quest, New Flesh.
Wait, where did all the players go? Where did QM go? Am I now alone on that board?
>>6135382You're not going crazy, Anon. It just takes time sometimes to reply.
Maybe the lack of voters scared the QM and prevented him to run the combat encounter?Or an early case of The Curse?
