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Edited by Sliver Greylen:
4/8/2020 1:00:39 PM
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Blood Wardens (open RP) Part 1: Reemergence
[i]A mist fell over Offtopic as night began to set in. On the defensive wall, a guard cried out. As quickly as he was heard however, he was silenced. Dozens of slug-like Slivers had burrowed into his body, sending him into a trance-like state. Another guard quickly ran to his position. [/i]
“What’s going on here Jacob?”
[i]Jacob quickly snapped his neck to the side, looking at the second guard with dull, dead eyes. The guard gasped as he watched a Sliver fall out of Jacob’s armor and towards him. Behind the guard, a demonically armored hand suddenly gripped the parapet. Slivers scurried up it and instantly began attacking the guard. He tried to yell for help but was quickly silenced. Another hand appeared on the wall next to the first and soon a figure pulled had themselves up, with dozens more Slivers following him.
The figure turned to the cemetery located nearby and then looked back out towards the rest of Offtopic. This place had finally drawn its last miserable breath, it was time for the Blood Wardens to rise.[/i]
[spoiler]Original pic is Sitri, this pic is of Akuma. Their knife is actually more like a karambit than a sickle and they have red eyes instead of white but it’s close enough so wgaf?
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodborne/images/1/14/Bloodborne%E2%84%A2_20150511192838.png
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[spoiler]Have fun try to defeat this enemy I created :3[/spoiler]
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4 RepliesEdited by Inflatablepants: 4/8/2020 1:13:24 PMWalking from out of the streets of offtopia, a figure clad in steel plate covered in greyed furs made his approach towards the creature that had emerged. He had his kite shield not on his left arm-but his right. He seemed simply equipped. A mace, a dagger, and a coiled whip. His heavy cloak came over his shoulders and over the weapons, but they weren’t particularly easy to conceal. Over his head he wore his hood; but, over his face, an emotionless porcelain-looking mask. He clenched his left fist at the sight, his steel bracelet glowing with a sort of fury. Upon it, scales of justice were carved. Today would decide which way these scales tipped. He halted in the street, keeping a distance between himself and the spawned creature. “My name is Planates Nekros.” He would exclaim with a deep Mediterranean accented voice. “Your existence is an insult to Kelemvor. For that reason....” Nekro raised his left hand, and at that moment a sword forming from pure radiance appeared beside his head, floating on its own. A massive greatsword with a wicked looking edge, and an undeniable hunger to vanquish what had arrived. “You must be destroyed.”
