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After almost a year I finally got my next job, a real war. I was actually excited to finally set foot on a real battlefield. Trolls and Human bandits weren't real soldiers, and I hadn't tasted a real war yet. I left the southern isles and headed back to the central continent. The whole guild seemed to be buzzing with activity, my commanding officer was to busy to care that I was literally a few months late. Instead she just started barking orders in my direction, expecting me to start relaying those orders to my unit. I had been made a lieutenant or something for this war; I was to be in command of twenty four other soldiers, the first real command I've had. I started hunting them down, actually sniffing them out. They were all, mostly in the armory or barracks. Some of my better warriors however were some of my worst soldiers, they were still drinking eating or fucking and had to be dragged to the parade grounds. One of them barely had his pants on, and was completely without a weapon. It didn't matter I thought, he'd be fine I thought. So I lined them all up and then filled them into line with the other three units. Then we all crammed into the guild's airship, magically held aloft with bound wind elementals.

The once human body was now hideously morphed into a nightmare visage. Long bladed appendages sprouted from the Puppet's shoulders; they looked like parts of his skeletal structure, that had been repurposed. His whole body grew to twice its original height; putting a few feet above me, and the once human face was now something else entirely. The eyes weaved inhumanly above its head on stalks of thick sinewy meat, still slick and red with viscera. The Puppet's head was swollen and misshapen; crested bone bulged from under the graying flesh, and its mouth became a writhing mass of barbed tentacles. The Demon spawn's arms were massive and apelike, supporting most of its weight. Between the bestial arms was a hungry looking mouth, that vertically bisected the once human chest. Gnashing and biting endlessly, in the eternal hope of eating flesh. The Puppet's legs had become birdlike inversions of human legs; the knees loudly cracking backward, and the feet splaying out into talons capable of shredding meat. It roared from its chest and charged me with surprising speed. I wasn't about to be cowed by some piece of shit from Hell; I met his charge head on, waiting till he was right on top of me. Then I made my move; with a precisely timed duck, I evaded its first sweeping claw. Before it could correct its position; I focused all my muscles into the strike, for added effect I coursed my own raw energy through my fist. The impact was devastating, I felt bone and muscle explode. Then its body slammed through the cement and steel of the tunnel wall. I flipped and rolled into a much wider tunnel, designed so two or three trains could pass by each other. The Demon spawn tried to rise from its belly; pushing itself up with its massive arms, black bubbling blood leaking from various gaping wounds. He broke through four feet of concrete and rebar, his body wasn't broken yet though. So I didn't waste anytime; with a quick shadow jump, I appeared right above. Slamming down into the Demon spawn's back, I started maniacally slamming my fists into the back of its once human head. I was roaring with laughter; every time it tried getting those massive arms under it, I would redirect my rage. Slamming vicious kicks into the elbow, splintering the bones. When the Hellish bastard tried to roll to face me, I summoned my blade to my hand and staked his shoulder down. Its head was tougher than the concrete at first, but I was diligent. It must have taken me twenty minutes to beat the Demon spawn to death physically. Before the thing's soul slithered back to its master; I used an ancient spell; designed to completely destroy whatever it touched, down to the essence. Black plasmatic fire engulfed it, as I jumped off of its ruined body. I looked up and saw my loud kill had drawn a crowd.

The damn Demon Puppet was actually laughing from the floor. He started laughing louder, suddenly standing up and convulsing. I could feel a Demon's presence welling up inside the Demon spawn's flesh. Before the Demon could finish his possession; I shadow stepped next to him, delivering a brutal knee. His body doubled up with the force of my knee, he actually was lifted off the ground. But still his maniacal laughter echoed off the tunnel walls, infuriating me further. I smashed his head into the wall repeatedly; I was trying to make his annoying laugh stop, soon an enormous burst of energy sent me reeling. I stumbled backward, hastily throwing up my barriers. The Demonic energy rippled across my barrier uselessly, I started walking toward him. The Demon was in control now; making this fight a little more difficult than before, but also entertaining.

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DarkbloodKing13
22:56 Mar 03 2016

Sorry it's so short, more to come when I've slept

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I had around three months between jobs, so I spent my time wisely. I practiced day and night for two weeks straight; down in utter darkness, deep in a cave. The Blooded Edge guild had given me an amulet that they could contact me through, which left me to train in solitude. Surrounded by pure shadow, I honed my magical skill. Shadowmancy is the name by which my masters taught it to me, so that is what I call it. Connecting my will to the essence of darkness, I made the shadows dance. Swirling and contorting around me, I coalesced the energies easily enough down here. The true test would be after I emerged from the cave. The shadows up there are constantly struggling against the light, making them much harder to tame. Without food or sleep I tuned myself to the Shadow, the natural essence of darkness. Learning how to connect myself on reflex, my soul fit right in. It seemed like the Shadow welcomed me; as if I was a long lost son, finally home. I could understand it; more importantly it understood me, my own shadow came alive. Through learning how to become my own shadow I became fused with the Shadow. I could will it into physical form, by connecting it with my own. Or vice versa; becoming one with the darkness around me, and becoming entirely incorporeal. When I left the cave my shadow swelled with the darkness it now carried inside it. I bound the pitch black night that had lived beneath the earth to my soul, carrying it with me as an ally. Now I would certainly be more formidable, both on and off the field. Shadowmancy, is a very versatile magic.

My body bent; the bones bending in impossible ways, well for a Human anyway. The bladed artifacts screamed past me, weaving and swooping at me. The blades slicing through the air; hungry for my flesh, but feasting on air. Panther leapt from behind the fallen Golem, with a long spear poised to strike. The bastard wanted to stick me like a pig; and with his little angry helpers keeping me off balance, he nearly did. Just before he would have skewered me; I snatched on of the bladed balls from the air, frying it's magical nerve center. Without the ability to fly on it's own, it was just a projectile. I flung it full force into Panther's chest, one of the blades biting deep. The impact actually knocked him off course, but another of his vicious toys caught me in my back. The last one, went for the kill. It's blade screaming through the air, as it dove toward my head. I'd had enough of this; shadow tentacles snatched the one flying at me straight out of the air, while I crushed the other in one hand. The tentacles followed suit, ripping the other in two. Panther was already gone by the time I turned around which only enraged me further, luckily two others wanted my attention. The Drow must've thought I was weaker than I looked, because the rushed at me screaming. As if I would be intimidated by that, I whirled to face them. The roar I loosed was loud enough to severely damage their delicate ears briefly; which was all the opening I needed, I ran straight at them with my broad sword held at the ready. The reason this weapon was a personal favorite of mine is simple, I love versatility. I closed the distance, the single blade in my hand inexplicably becoming two. The Drow were shocked at the grace with which I wielded the two blades. The dark anger inside me was burning now, fueling me to new heights. As I started gaining ground on them; I couldn't help myself, I laughed loud and maniacally. Realizing their horrible mistake way too late; the Drow lovers tried running, I violently disagreed. The female had just back flipped away from a slash that would have split her in half; when her mate got distracted with worrying about her, my crushing boot made him realize his mistake. The bones in his chest splintered as easily, as the concrete wall he slammed into. He sputtered out a gobbet of blood and almost fell forward, my lunging blade drove him back against the wall. He screamed when I slowly twisted the blade, I made sure not hit anything too vital. My blade was still slowly twisting in his belly; when his enraged mate, made her move. Three poison needles were shot with deadly accuracy from her dexterous fingers; these I deflected with my free sword, then she was on me. I had not let go of the sword pinning her lover; blocking the needles with the other hand, had in her eyes left me completely open. Her long curved knife plunged deep into my chest, perfect placement on her part. She slid the blade right between my collar bones, and would've certainly pierced my heart. If it had been there; that is, but I had it removed long ago. It's physical responsibilities to my body were kept, through complicated rituals. She laughed happily at the look of shock I had on just for her, then she screamed. I dropped my free sword and gripped her neck in a strangle hold, holding her up off the ground smiling darkly. Her scream became choking noises, but these were drowned out by her mate's screams of rage. I turned to look on him with contempt; at that moment these two symbolized a relationship I couldn't have, so I admit I may have been a bit drastic. I held his mate in front of him; forcing him to watch as I slowly slid her throat across the very same blade pinning him, she died with a pleading look. He died broken; after I strangled the life from him with my own hands, forcing him to stare at his mate's corpse the entire time. The screams must have traveled, because soon another opponent had found me.

"Very poetic Vampire, perhaps you could be useful to my master?" I looked to where the voice was, and the Demon's spawn was staring back at me with nearly empty eyes.

"How much has your soul been hollowed out, puppet? When I devour it will there even be a flavor?"

I didn't wait for his response, instead I used Blood Magic to drain the Drow immediately. With their blood magically infused into mine, I slipped into the shadows below me. Moving through the immaterial realm of shadow, I slipped behind the Puppet at the speed of thought. He didn't even have time to react; I exited the shadow with a kick in mid flight, it connected solidly against the Puppet's head. He flew sideways bouncing down a smaller access tunnel, hitting the walls twice before falling into pile in the center. I wondered if it would be that easy? Luckily it wasn't, I was in the mood to bleed.

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Isabeau
23:24 Mar 01 2016

Ewww! Awesome! lol

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The pit was actually a system of abandoned tunnels; that had a hole cut int the center, so you could drop fighters in. Then in a two mile radius all around the tunnels, barriers are constructed. This ensures that the only way out, was to be the last one standing. There were countless psychic glyphs spread throughout the pit, offering the viewers of the evening'a spectacle a thousand different views. You could also choose to see through a specific fighter's perspective, giving the viewer a chance to really feel like they're part of the action. Even wealthy Humans are sometimes allowed to watch, for an exorbitant fee. Tonight I was fighting; so dozens of people had bought access to the psychic feeds, it seems I had become somewhat of a celebrity. I chuckled at the wealth I'd be making this charnel house tonight, then I just started working through my issues. I sprinted straight for the Chimera, hoping to get an early drop on it. Two other fighters had the same idea; if I had been in a more comical mood, I could've made a joke. So; a Vampire, a Werewolf, and a werepanther, all run at the same Chimera. Probably wouldn't have been as funny, as what actually happened. As we realized we were all closing in on the same target, there was an immediate shift in postures. The Panther attacked the Wolf suddenly and with a cunning strike to the knee. The Wolf had been focused on me, readying himself to launch at me. But with the sudden blow to his knee; all he could manage was an ungainly stumble toward me, then I caught him. I used one hand to grip his flailing left wrist; the other struck three times, then finally gripped a large handful of the Wolf's groin area. The first hit was a knife hand strike to his throat, the second was a vicious closed hand punch to the diaphragm, and last was to the Wolf's right hip. Then I used the grip I had on him to hurl him away from me, I decided to let him be first to fight the Chimera. That Panther was going to be a problem. My thoughts proved prophetic as I felt a whip; with that snapping coil, gripped my leg tightly. There were sharp blades of obsidian woven into the whips coil's; making it bite deep, I couldn't help smiling. He should have been higher on my list, I shouldn't have overlooked his fucking tattoos. The whip wasn't just leather and stone; there were decent magics laid into it as well, I call weapons or tools like that an artifact. His whole body was covered in tattoos; that weren't tattoos, each one was a way to summon an artifact. This would get annoying; within a second of being caught, I processed all that. Then I drew an artifact of my own; shadow pockets opened in my hand, allowing me access to any weapon or armour in my armoury. Selecting the one I want mentally, the shadows did the rest. The long thick blade of my favorite broad sword, quickly birthed itself from the ink like shadow pocket. In one swing I severed the coils from my leg, Panther didn't like that. He roared in that whining manner that cats love; then drew two hooked swords, their blades resembling crescent moons. These he drew from tattoos on the outside of his hips; I saw the tattoo flare with purplish crackling lightning briefly, when he first called them. I smiled wider, because I could tell right then that I was the quicker draw. Neither of us wasted time circling each other or posturing; with determined steps we both advanced, one gripping gleaming moons in both hands. Myself holding the sword with two hands, the blade in a calm but ready position. I was hiding my ferocity on purpose, Panther didn't catch it till far too late. Just as we both entered striking range, I made use of my reach. Cutting at him savagely, before he could get in range himself. He flitted to the sides, and dodged back away from slashes and thrusts. A few times I forced him to use both his blades to parry. Soon he was backpedaling, trying to get an opening. But I pressed harder leaping into his path as he tried to roll to his left; I spun and sent my blade slicing through the air, in a wicked backhand strike. He ducked low, feeling the rush of air over his fur. I lunged in again and again after that, driving him back toward an intersection of tunnels. By now our acrobatic battle had taken us down a couple of tunnels and away from my original target; I briefly wondered how the Wolf was faring, then the bite of a quick slash from Panther snapped me back. I blocked his next attack by kicking his leg from under him, the slamming his blade hand with my sword's flat. One down; Panther looked at his weapon as it clattered to the floor, down the bisecting tunnel. He tried slipping past me, I whirled and brought my blade down in a two handed swing. I nearly spilled his brains all over the concrete, but this cat was quick. He managed to spring back just in time, his evasive maneuver landed him back in the center of the four way intersection. For a second I thought the mutated ghost of a subway train hit him, but it was actually the fucking Golem. Damn that thing could be quiet when it wanted, neither of us heard it coming. It silently barreled into Panther, picking him up as he went. After a few more strangely quiet strides, Golem slammed Panther against a tunnel wall. The concrete cracked; but I could tell, Panther didn't. I however was really pissed off, how dare that construct interfere in my fucking battle. Without a word I channeled a portion of my energy into a ball of raw destruction; it coalesced nearly instantly, the Golem had no idea what hit it. I threw the ball of destructive energy with more than a little contempt; constructs had no place in a real gladiatorial contest, they didn't know anything of pride or glory. They didn't enjoy pain, whether it was theirs' or their enemies'. The first blast nearly blew it's arm off, the second crippled it's left leg. Some blood like substance leaked from cracks in both wounds, the third blast was the strongest and at the closest range. I blew a hole in it's back from around four feet away, with no satisfaction I watched as it didn't die. It ceased functioning; but it couldn't die, because it wasn't alive in the first place. But Panther was, and I was hoping I didn't kill him with those blasts. Three silver balls flew into the air, from behind the wreck of a Golem. These balls produced blades from three different angles, and flew straight at me. I immediately retracted my earlier thought; thinking now, why didn't I just finish both of them.

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Isabeau
20:16 Mar 01 2016

Love it!

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