Open Chronicles A fresh hell

  • World Event Update

    The portal stones, reliable for thousands of years, recently sent travellers to locations across the world.

    They appear to be working as normal, but the whispers in the void between locations have grown louder. Even those without magical talent can hear them.

A roleplay open for anyone to join
It comes. The hum from a dumb audience sucking their thumbs with chants of “WEEEHEEE!” and “I ORDERED PEACH WINE NOT PLUM!” and “ORCS ARE SCUM!” and “ALL RIGHT LET'S GET SOME!” and “MY JUNK IS NUMB!”

But all the orc heard was the drum of war. Here it comes! Staff in hand, a measured grip in both fists toward the center of the haft, he couldn’t sever the skeleton in half with it but oh boy would he do damage to the little shit to the noise of the audience.

“HERE IT COMES!” The orc roared as Bonedick opened up for an attack and Geskar advanced that very moment. His turn to twirl his weapon for a whirlwind. His staff would smack his opponent’s staff to his own left as hard and fast as a mad slap on the ass. Wood would tap and the jab would be deflected as Geskar stepped forward to his right, swinging the other end of his weapon into the skeleton’s back.

If it struck, his opponent would be knocked forward, potentially stumbling onto the ground. Whatever happened, Geskar figured he’d first have some fun with this dickless idiot anyhow, make some noise for the audience, break some bones and give 'em a good show. He had to laugh at it; a mighty bellow from his throat.

Borr
 
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