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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPShe looked the man in the eye. He was peculiar. Powerful yes, but rather close-minded, especially if he was going to force her to use a sword. Ridiculous things.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She saw Cath use her magic, and watched as the man hissed at her. Personally, she didn't understand what was so bad about using dark magic for training. It was their way of fighting, right?
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
'Now this is more interesting than sleep-walking..'
Ayran wondered how would his fellow dark magic user handle such situation, even though the intructor was strong, he was quite narrow minded in his teachings.
He addresses the group as a whole. "Forgive me for not realizing how advanced this group is. Most who come here are weak and punny. We'll just have to do something different then. Clearly, weapons are too basic for you."
He scratches his nose thoughtfully. "I want you all to create weapons out of your magic." He decides. "And I swear if you claim it's too easy, I'll fight you myself - Many skilled mages take years to make a solid weapon that lasts for more than half an hour."
But the most important thing was that, this was created by his own magic.
His weapon can last for as long as he wishes, because as a drayken, they already have a advantage in amount of mana, but also after centuries of living, his mana amount has grew to an amount that no mage can ever imagine.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
You can't use magic in every situation... Bull[crap]. But whatever... she would comply. This time.
She had been able to make a stable weapon for years, it was the first thing that she had been taught to do. And so, less than a minute later, Cath held an enchanted dart gun in her hands. The slightest bit of pressure on the mouthpiece shot a powerful dart into the neck of the nearest dummy. And then it crumbled to the ground.
This time, no one could accuse her of not following the rules.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
That thought just make Ayran feel old..
Ayran shook his head to dismiss that thought, and instead loaded his crossbow with a arrow made by his own mana.
He aimed his crossbow to the farthest dummy, and fired.
The arrow let out a high pitch whistle though the air, and completely exploded the dummy, not even on contact, and created a crack on the training floor.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
He watches Cath and Ayran with special interest. "You-" he points to Ayran. "I'm not surprised. You though-" He points to Cath. "I'll admit, I'm surprised. I want you both to create 10 hard throwing knives."
"excuse me, sir. I've noticed that in this 'special training', you have only taught us the most basic of basics. Why is this?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"I'm sorry. I was far too busy sleeping to listen to you, rattle on, sir."
his thin smile was dark, scheming.
"I mean no disrespect, sir. I just wanted to say, is there anything harder, within your capabilities, that you could teach us, sir?"
His voice dripped with sarcasm, as he tilted his head slightly.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Not even raising a finger, 10 hard throwing knives we created from his dark mana, (though nobody notices the dark mana, because Ayran stills wants his identity intact)
Controlling those throwing knives, he aimed them at 10 dummies, all of which we hacked into pieces immediatly.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Scarlett was still struggling to make one weapon - how was everyone else so powerful? She felt weak and useless, and toed at the sword she had dropped on the ground.