Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 118
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Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 9, 2023 13:28:18 GMT 9
Blackthorne was, to his utmost horror, getting used to all of it. Dying, coming back, and running from the horde. It was rote, in a way he'd probably have to address via some mindfulness later.
At the top of the tower with the others, he listened, eyes scanning the room. There were the cages of wuails, natually, and the magic circle on the ground, but also plenty of other stereotypically "evil wizard" things. Staves and tomes and skulls, and the like. Maybe...
Kath stepped forward first, and... simply ripped off his thumbs. Blackthorne winced. While, yes, there were plenty of similar games also showing injuries, it... felt squicky to him, in a way.
But the warlock was still standing, glaring at them all, and Blackthorne felt he had to act. "There's only one class who drains the life of others! You aren't a warlock, but a lich instead!" He accused, sweeping his arm dramatically.
Blackthorne moved, keeping his eyes on the self-professed warlock. "And a lich's weakness is true- Something they keep watchful eye on, near and dear to them-" Nestled in a bookcase between reagents was a quaint reliquailry which Blackthorne retrieved. Still facing the lich, he opened it, displaying the quality quail phylactery inside.
The warlock let out a scream, reaching forwards- as Blackthorne simply dropped both, letting the quality quail phylactery fall to the ground, and shatter.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 9, 2023 2:55:27 GMT 9
Blackthorne glanced over as he was addressed- What a nice change of pace from some of the rest of the community! "Anytime!" He said, cheerily. Regent glanced between Yuze and Zmey, tail swishing a bit in thought- but the espeon said nothing, sitting politely as the cyndaquil beseiged the pumpkaboo.
"C'mon, Regent- We've almost got it." Blackthorne's voice was encouraging, and Regent nodded before leveling a wave of psychic energy at the little ghost.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 9, 2023 1:44:53 GMT 9
Was Sae up at far too late an hour playing video games?
Um, yes, that's usually what happened.
Blackthorne walked through the dark and quiet streets of Briarbane. It was peaceful, in a way, getting to enjoy something few others did. Save for the people in other countries playing on US servers, of course. But these streets were quiet, and he let himself walk, feeling the cold stone underfoot.
His peaceful walk was interrupted by a gout of flame. Logic would dictate Blackthorne go the other direction, but he ran towards it instead-
To find a handsome man, a little cyndaquil, and a little pumpkaboo. "Go on, Regent!" He called, the espeon lunging like a ghost in the dark shadows, sinking fang into the spooky little pumpkin.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 7, 2023 12:25:59 GMT 9
Blackthorne was very tired of dying. He was on "reduced," and even still the pain was enough to put spots in his eyes. He couldn't fathom what it would be like on "realistic"... Still, after a brief moment of feeling sorry for himself, he pushed himself up, and scurried through the now-open gate.
His poem had been moving- And that thug had gotten them both blasted by a ballista. He would have some words for Kazuki.
But, first, it seemed like he needed to run again- with only three little rookidee keeping at his heels. They had tot escape, and get up, but- how?
And then he saw them- giant eagles, just like in Lord of the Rings. They were kind, noble creatures. They were trustworthy.
Retrieving a fallen piece of giant bread, Blackthorne coaxed over one of the giant eagles, reaching to pet its face. Birds would help little birds, after all. Right?
Lord Darien Blackthorne uses the giant eagles
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 3, 2023 11:44:29 GMT 9
Blackthorne pushed himself off the ground with a low groan. What had even happened-
Right. The dragon. The teeth.
He shuddered a bit, glancing behind- to four little rookidee, bright eyed and cheerful. And, of course, behind them all was the growing horde of thigns that would kill him more. So, Blackthorne followed after the others, even if it meant wading through a literal minefield. But. Sure. Maybe whoever was supposed to add the mines had taken the week off. What did he know?
Darien Blackthorne had been rather unsure throughout the entire ordeal- But when the three options for a gate password appeared, he simply knew. Sarah Lee offered her facts, and he breezed forward. He may not have fun facts, or a quail impression, but he was an artist.
He glanced back up at the guardsmen, hoping this display had been impressive enough.
lord darien blackthorne offered a quail poem
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 3, 2023 9:39:45 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/jFuywp7~png Sae was tired. He had been in the office since seven. He brought in breakfast, worked, got lunch, worked, and had just now gone to the coffee machine to get his...... um, numberth, cup of cocoa. And now he was settled at his desk again. Navarius had swept in around... four? With all manner of models to paint and touch up before the next patch and...
Well, Sae was tired.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the window. At the post-sunset dark. He could be home right now. He could be home, and playing games, or in his bed, or... anything, honestly, and instead he was at work. He liked his job, really, but- He liked it more when other people were in the office. And right now, there was... um, himself. And Navarius, more than likely.
But right now, the floor was silent, with only the creaking of his chair as he spun, gently, to keep himself away, to soothe him. Sae moved to pick up his cocoa, found the cup far too light, and sighed. So he already needed another, then...
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 2, 2023 1:55:40 GMT 9
After sending the chat, Blackthorne... waited. He glanced at the paths ahead, at Kath Ulu, at the chasm behind. At the five little rookidee still lined up behind them. "... do you think..." He ventured, hesitantly- but Sarah Lee 's message came through, and Blackthorne afforded a sigh. They were still alive.
And, soon enough, everyone trickled into view, though looking a bit worse for wear. He frowned at them, concerned- but the ever-growing screeching and roaring of the horde left little time for reunions.
Another fork- and, judging from the others... the stakes were high if you picked poorly. The rookidee chirped behind him, oblivious.
A... Fountain of Youth, a... Chaos Dragon's Lair, and a.... Geyser Minefield?! Where did any of this come from?
"Um," He said, in a grave departure of his eloquent chat message. The minefield was right out, and Fountains of Youth were, historically, incredibly bad, so...
So Chaos Dragon it was. Hopefully it was... out. Sowing chaos. Elsewhere.
Darien opts for Chaos Dragon's Lair
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 2, 2023 1:04:49 GMT 9
Lord Darien Blackthorne looks around in mild surprise at seeing only one other person. Surely, he thinks, the others haven't gotten lost? Confidently, he calls out to the others. "Good friends! Though it is called the Chasm of Infinite Doom, there is naught to be found but a simple walk! Come join us."
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 1, 2023 2:06:50 GMT 9
Blackthorne frowned as the dungeon… kept loading. He wasn't aware there were loading screens- from what he understood, the programmers had done a vibrant job of keeping the loading subtle, like in every other open world game nowadays.
The game finally loaded all the way, and Blackthorne froze. Because there was- was that guy, who's name he still didn't know. The one who had assaulted him.
"Hey-" He tried to call out, to demand answers, but his voice was drowned out by a thunderous rumbling. And, Blackthorne, like a fool, looked behind him. Past the quails, towards a… swarm. Of things. Headed right for them.
Everyone was already booking it, so Blackthorne decided to absolutely follow suit, scrabbling away from whatever the heck all that was.
And then he was at an impasse- three different paths, and he was far enough ahead to not really see where anyone else was going, and slow enough to not have seen where anyone else had gone. On a whim, he picked one, and holy fuck it wasn't a great decision.
It was a- a pit. Hydance sure fucking loved their pits. A massive pit, with a thin, fragile- looking beam stretching across it. And, of course, the roar of looming chaos behind him.
"O-Okay, little ones," He said, sounding as nervous as he felt. The rookidee were oblivious, beeping and hopping behind him. "Weee are gonna just. Walk across this. Just stay close together, and do what I do, okay?"
He could do this. He could do this. He was still barefoot- something he had cursed, honestly, but now was grateful for. Slowly, Blackthorne walked towards the edge, decidedly did not look down, and started making his way across the ledge. He could do this.
lord darien blackthorn and his quails are traversing the chasm of infinite doom
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 29, 2023 22:29:19 GMT 9
The sound was, to be blunt, deafening. Darien hadn't been thinking about secret dungeons or quests or adventure- he was thinking about the little feather he'd picked up, and its shape. And then he'd nearly lost his eardrums.
Wincing, half panicked, Darien struggled to decipher the message with his head ringing.
Choose his... quail?
Blearily, he selected Rookidee, and with another too-loud sound effect, everything went blessedly quiet again.
And... then he realized he was being followed by several of the little birds. This felt... badly foreboding.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 26, 2023 6:50:41 GMT 9
For a while, he just sat, working the blooms in his fingers. It was easy to knit them into a flower crown, twisting others into a little bouquet. It was just... nice. When had he last been able to do this? Not just sit, not just be in nature that wasn't his own apartment, not just get a moment of peace to himself? It... was bittersweet, in a way, a sort of wistful yearning. He had idly ridiculed those who spent hours upon hours in virtual worlds like this- but now he understood the allure.
Blackthorne got to his feet, brushing grass from his pants. "Where to next?" He asked himself, looking around. There was what clearly seemed like another area- One that seemed almost seeping, and ominous. "Hm. Not... not that way." He decided. He could... explore the steppe further. That would probably be the smart move.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 23, 2023 11:47:34 GMT 9
"Aren't you lovely," Damien cooed gently. The zubat seemed pleased, flapping a bit more excitedly. <You do seem a dignified sort.> Regent said, tail swishing.
<Oh! Thank you!> He said, cheerily. <You're both nice! Kind to talk to! Much nicer than my family.> He said, voice turning musing. How scripted was this?
Damien sniffed disdainfully. "Well, of course. It wouldn't do to be uncivilized."
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 23, 2023 11:32:37 GMT 9
There was more chattering, and Darien looked up- The zubat had wriggled free of the den, fluttering above them. "Oh, my apologies!" Damien called, spreading his arms wide. He was- He was standing in a western town next to a saloon, where there was an electric zebra hitched. He was allowed to be a little fanciful and theatrical. "Have we not greeted you appropriately?"
<Hey! Hey!> The zubat called, fluttering a bit lower. <What are you two doing?>
Damien shook his head. "We're just having a conversation. Would you like to come join us?"
The zubat lowered ever-closer, ears twitching as he settled between Regent and Damien.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 23, 2023 9:22:35 GMT 9
She shook out her fur, watching Damien with thoughtful eyes. "You're beautiful," He breathed, unable to say anything else worthwhile. She looked at him, and offered him a soft look. <Thank you. You're very kind.> Darien smiled, reaching to let her inspect his hand.
There was a screech, and Darien looked up- There was an eave, and within it seemed a nest- a little bat face peeking out. "Oh- a zubat!" He said, eyes bright. "Oh... Part of me does wish they were a bit more realistic. But... He's still lovely, don't you think?" He asked, looking at his espeon. Who... truly needed a name.
"Hmmm..." Darien closed his eyes, thinking. "How about Regent? That feels like it suits you." The espeon listened, and gave a soft purr. <Regent- That sounds lovely. I'll wear it with pride.>
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Apr 23, 2023 6:35:21 GMT 9
Blackthorne had been under the impression that selecting the button to get to the Tree of Worms would, y'know, maybe send him to the front of the tree. Or, maybe at the latest cleared room? Floor? Area? Whatever. But... no, he spawned in on the inside of the tree, stumbling down a thin curling stairwell, harried by far too many birds. "This- is- ridiculous!" He huffed, twisting back to see the pidgeotto swooping at him. He had to do something- He pawed at the ui, trying to find a prompt-
Okay, okay- He could do that! Darien grabbed at his pokeball, tossing it up to release the espeon, whho fell into pace beside him. "Regent! You've- you've got fairy moves, right? We need your help!"
<Right!> She said, launching herself up into the air to whirl, and face the pigeotto- eyes flashing not ominously, but almost sweetly.
A pigeotto wavered, knocked out of the sky- and Damien noticed something bright, just for an instant. Was that-?
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