The large metal
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The large metal
The large metal doors opened with a slam, and a freezing cold blast of wind shot through. Everyone in the tavern looked to see who it was, and, in his gleaming gold armor, it was no other than King Lazerbat himself. Whispers immediatly started going around.
King Lazerbat sat himself down at the counter, ignoring all the surprised stares. "I'll take a glass of fresh unicorn blood." He stated coldly. The bartender quickly nodded and ran off to go get a glass for the king. Another figure, this one dressed in a dark brown cloak that obscured their face, entered the tavern.
Without any respect, they sat right next to King Lazerbat at the counter. The king could see through the disguise though, and regconized who it really was. A shadow servant.
"What do you want, servant of the dark elf king?" King Lazerbat directly asked.
The figure unvieled their face, revealing a mangled skull with no skin and two crimson eyes.
"I am a messenger for the Dark elf king. He was recently informed that you have been planning to make a special group of warriors." The figure said, in a desolate and empty voice.
"Yes, I am planning that." King Lazerbat stated, and grabbed his unicorn blood by the handle. He took a huge sip.
"You should know that no matter how powerful they are, they won't stand a chance aganist the nu-titans."
King Lazerbat took an even larger sip, than threw down his glass. He chuckled. "We shall see about that."
Will you help King Lazerbat in his crusade against the Dark elf king? Sing up for the solo write here! CBers, Ae's and captchas allowed, but a limit of three per person.
Name:
Age:
Gender/pronouns:
Species (Human, elf, dwarf, dark elf, anthromorphic animal):
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory:
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Other:
CHOOSE ONE, Put your abilites next to the job you choose:
Magic user-
Warrior/fighter-
Support-
Spy/rogue-
Other-
Will start whenever King Lazerbat feels like it.
(April 13, 2021 - 7:14 pm)
New part, sorry it took centuries!
King Lazerbat
The vast city of Taedmorden looks very different from atop of buildings.
"May I ask, Writing, where we are headed?" I said, half-struggling to keep up with them.
"To an ally. They'll know what we should do next."
After a couple more jumpings from building to building, we finally reached a small alleyway. We hopped down, and walked over to a brick wall. There was a tiny key slot in it, and Writing took a key out of their pocket and put it into the slot.
Instantly, the bricks started folding away, revealing a narrow and dimly-lit walkway. We entered, and Writing put the key in a different slot. The bricks moved back into their orginal spots, closing it off.
Writing started walking, and I followed.
"This is where your "ally" is? Who are they?" I said, flabbergasted by the high-tech secret entrance of the place.
Writing chuckled. "Celestia. An ex-dark elf."
(June 30, 2021 - 6:09 pm)