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Thanks guys
I think I will go for them
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| Thread: Underworld NEW TOPIC: need help just generally :) |
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The only other thing I could add would be to sets your jewellery - You have no prefix's I would suggust Diaond for the extra rep + you get extra damage as well.
Signet will cost you around 1250 - 1500 bs each through and they are rarer then rocking horse excrement.
But that would solve a few problems when combined with what the others have mentioned
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| Thread: Dilemma |
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Thanks
I'll geep my eye out for a Horned xxx of Turtleshell as I want to change the Balaclava for either a bandanna or a circlet
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| Thread: Dilemma |
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I have a cap of precog +5 - that will give more perc however I will lose the extra damage.
But I should then be able to buy some Jewellery with the stones...
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| Thread: Dilemma |
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Ok here os the score
I have the ability to make a Deadly Headband of Precog - which I should be able to sell for somewhere around 3500 - 4000bs.
However in order to achieve this I will need to merge one of my main items that I use as part of my battle gear.
I'm not sure if I will able to replace my Deadly Balaclava of Precog - however - I am really tempted with the merge for the sale ability.
I want to know if it is worth making the merge?
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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Thanks Ba al
As I have said - I shall post the next chapter on monday
Thanks for the kind words
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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Artior
Secretly and quietly I have been typing away. However - things have been much slower since the explosion in my work load.
To Everyone Else - Sorry for the wait and...
...Here is the next chapter
Chapter 26
"How many more of these fucking things does that arsehole have?" By now Fregillon had run out of bullets and resorted to bashing the Ghouls on the head with the butt of his berretta.
Three waves of over thirty ghouls where hammering down the rescue troupe. Slow and dim-witted they where no real match individually for the group. The current problem was that they had been fighting well over an hour and after the recent battle with Lysandra. The fatigue was starting to set in. As where the injuries.
“How many more can there be?" Flash asked whilst sending another ghoul over the railings. Fregillon watched and could help but think of the quick backfire that Elfinlied would have given. Some thing along the lines of 'Home Run'. Danced around and he smirked gently. A set of teeth sank into his arm.
"Argh! You little fucker." The ghoul eventually let go after having it's head smashed in with a berretta handle.
Maiden removed her daggers from the final ghoul in that wave. "This is ridiculous. We can not stay here and be bested by a bunch of slow witted brainless monstrosities."
More moaning could be heard from around the wooden panelled wall that lead to the main dining room. Another set could also be heard from the top of the stairs and again from the drawing room that lead to the main hall.
Mortis looked towards the kitchen. The route was at least empty. "We need to head for the kitchen. However we also need to take care of the trash otherwise we will be knee deep in shit."
"How do you fuck do we do that then. Ask them nicely to fuck off."
"Hardly." Mortis reaching to his trenchcoat and produced a couple grenades. "However; I'm sure these guys can ask nicely."
Mortis tossed the Grenade to Fregillon. "You take the stair and I'll deal with the corridor. Make sure you aim for the wall. We may not be able to take out all this scum. But at least we can stop them from reaching us.
Fregillon was stunned. His mouth slight open. When at least he did manage to speak thirty seconds later he carried a slight touch of anger. "Why the fuck did you not tell us you had those three like three fucking waves ago!"
"Mortis pulled the pin from the top of the grenade and lobbed it down the corridor. "I wanted to save them. I kept thinking that this wave would be the last."
The grenade impacted one of the hall walls and bounced to the other. The ghouls where starting to enter the great hall when the devised detonated. Debris and body parts flew in all directions. The side of the wall and the ceiling had been collapsed stopping any point of entry.
"Now that’s what I'm talking about." Fregillon proceeded to pull the second pin from his incendiary and lobbed it up the stairs. Once again the same effect happened.
"Two down, one room left. Mortis any clever suggestions of this one as there is no way in hell that you will be able to bring down enough wall and ceiling to block anything entering.
Mortis pondered this. Fregillon was correct as the large thick Oak double doors where just far too large to enclose. 'Looks like we may have to fight this out after all.'
The two girls look at each other. Viona winked and smiled and Maiden understood what she needed to do. The pair of them ran up to the double door sand with a large heave closed them. Viona turned the large brass key locking the doors.
"See you just need a woman's touch." Maiden said
"Always looking for the violent way out of things. Typical men. If you can't blow it up. It's not worth thinking about." Viona finished.
The three men looked at each other and shrugged an indifferent shrug. The girls where correct in the fact that they didn't even conceder closing the doors. But then again what was the fun in that.
Maiden turned to face Fregillon. "Where would they hold Raziel?"
He had to think about this for a minute. "Viona, just how anal is Diablo?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said that he needed everything to be exact."
"Oh god yes. He would have made sure that this place was exactly as it was when it was first built. I mean he spent over two years looking for a 17th century chair. That might be the best way to describe his analness."
"Ok. So quick recap. He human and he anal. So upstairs would be out of the question. I can't see him boarding the windows up for the darkness. You said he's human as well so there would no need for him to hide away from the sun."
Fregillon stopped to have a quick ponder.
"Again, you can rules out the main and secondary dining rooms... The ballroom is too exposed as is the sitting room and main living room..." Fregillon cursed. "Oh what a stupid fuck I am." He half expected a quick retort from a certain spiky haired lady. "Damn you kid. Now your in my head."
"What was that?" asked Maiden.
"Nothing... It's nothing. My father started work on cellar. It was going to be a mass underground extension covering half the house. He could then work from home and spend more time with us. He never finished though." Fregillon shrugged. "I suppose burning the house down really didn't help. However, he did start the work and managed to get a small amount done. A couple of room nothing more also there would be no windows either so it would be a perfect place to say... Hide a vampire."
"Please tell me you remember where your father started the work. Please. Raziel's life may well depend on it."
"Yeah. If I remember correctly we need to go through the kitchen and through into the pantry. There's a door there and a spiral staircase that leads to the basement. Come one follow me."
The party headed towards the kitchen and through the pantry. The flimsy wooden door had been left open and the flickering of firelight could be seen bouncing off the cold damp stone.
Fregillon pressed his finger to his lips to tell the others to stay quiet as he slowly descended. As he reached the bottom he caught the distinct whiff of cigarette smoke. Glancing to the left he caught sight of a single guard. His back was turned to him and he was leaning crossed armed again the grey concrete wall.
Fregillon carefully crept up behind the man as he took another intake of nicotine. The guard felt a strong pair of hand quickly grab him around the neck. A quick and quiet snap confirmed to Fregillon what he wanted. He carefully lowered the guard to the floor.
Fregillon rose and turned around. His eyes widen and one thought passed his mind 'Oh fuck me.' The guard pulled the trigger to his semi automatic.
Another single shot followed after the three round burst. The element of surprise was gone and Maiden and the others charged downstairs. They where met by two dead guards on the floor.
"Aw fuck me man. Oh shit. Now this fucking hurts." Fregillon had taken the three shots to his mid section, arm and upper leg. Blood was pooling to the middle of the floor.
"What can we do?" Flash asked urgently and caringly.
"Well for one don't ask suck a stupid fucking question, secondly find something to bandage me up."
Flash was more frantic then helpful. "There's nothing around here!"
'If I could move properly I'd fucking slap that stupidity out of you, you great oaf'. Fregillon took a quick glance of the area. The others looked like they had moved on ahead and Flash to it.
Flash was a giant statue. Standing there in the middle of the corridor occasionally moving his head from side to side looking for something to help his friend.
"There's nothing here."
"How about the guards? They’re clothing... That'll work."
Flash took two large strides across the semi-circled brick enclosure and to the bullet-ridden guards. He reached down and tore the sleeves off of the shirts. Another large step and Flash was back with his friend.
"Right, now what do I do?"
"You're fucking with me aren’t ya?"
"No, funny enough I've never had to bandage up gun shot wounds before."
"Shit - give them here and sit down and actual learn something of the real world." Fregillon proceed to rap the bandages round his arm and waist pulling them hard to stem the blood flow. He winced a little from the pain.
"There I'll live. Now give me a hand and lets get the fuck out of here. We need to catch up to Maiden and Mortis."
Flash grabbed Fregillon by the arms and allowed his friend to use him for support as they slowly made their way down the passage.
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Maiden pointed to Mortis at the strong oak wooden door now barricading their way forward. The door had been locked and to have Mortis blow the door could cause more attention then they already had.
"Don't suppose anyone had a key?" Viona asked as a joke.
"Funny. Seriously though we need to get through and I don't have the right equipment with me."
"Perhaps there is another route. We'll double back and have another look, but we need to be quick about it. Don't want Diablo on our tales again."
Viona and Mortis nodded in agreement and started the march back. They reached the end of the corridor when they ran into Flash and Fregillon.
"Thank for leaving us." Came the sarcastic reply.
Mortis answered with the same tone. "We knew you could handle yourself. Now if you have finished your bitchin' we need to get through that door. Any Suggestions?"
"Yeah - That’s an easy problem to solve."
Fregillon quickly grabbed Mortis's Grenade launcher from his belt, pointed it at the door and pulled the trigger. The grenade sailed through the air, bounced on the ground twice and then exploded. The energy of the blast knocking them off their feet.
"You fucking idiot!" Mortis grabbed his launcher. "Do you have any idea what you have done!"
"No one can hear us you fucking twat. This house is fitted with Soundproofing, Basement included. The only people that would have hear it would have been us and the dead fucking guards back there. I think I know my fucking house thank you."
Everyone picked themselves up and dusted themselves down. Mortis spun around and looked that gapping hole and destroyed masonry that remained from the blast.
"See. All clear."
Mortis brought his fist round and connected it with Fregillon’s face. Fregillon’s head jerked round, but he held his footing meaning Mortis was giving him a warning.
"You ever do anything that stupid again and next time I'll make sure I use a bullet."
Fregillon rubbed his jaw, but said nothing and followed the others though the doorway.
Maiden was the first to enter the large circular room. The last reminisce of a fire burnt away in the fireplace and the shelves of books where covered in the dust of the explosion.
She then spotted what they had come for, what she has lost her daughter for. Chained against the walled, slumped, bleeding and unconscious was Raziel.
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| Thread: who would make the best BW couple? |
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Originally posted by demonfury v2
lys was my cyber wife back in the daaay, but i got my account banned and started fresh in another clan, so i think that led to a cyber devorce 
wait, we didnt sign a prenuptual aggreement, does that meen i have to give her half of my stones?
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Lol
That would mean that Lys has commited bigamy as well then
Oh dear lys - Is there something you need to tell me - LOL
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| Thread: Underworld records |
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Lets update the Blood Situation
1 849 148 l
+ 94 l / h
Here you go Artior - Something to set the record against 
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 Thread: Best wishes for every woman on BW :) |
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Artoir
You missed out one thing in your first diagram
Females visit a store more then once on any one occation - LOL
I should know - I get dragged around the shops constantly by one
3 hours later - myfeel now bloody stumps and we finally reach Game
Her responce after 1min 22sec
"How much longer are you gonna be I'm bored and I hate this place"
I get a total of less then 5 minutes guy shopping 'cause she doesn;t like it.
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| Thread: Underworld records |
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Soz Roz
Most Blood
Blood
1 635 667 l
+ 92 l / h
My computer doesn't have the necessary to snapshot
So hopefully Forum mods will know that I will not Lie to obtain a record
Thanks
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| Thread: Perfect Arachnid Amulet of Easiness |
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I'd say no more the 80-100k
The easiness is really nice to see - however the Arachnid does nothing for this as a prefix.
Most of us in a clan will not use easiness for more then 5 minutes - and the stat increases on Archnid do nothing for buildings either.
On that - it should be valued at no more the a Perfect Easiness item.
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| Thread: The Best Sandwich Poll |
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I know a bit out of date to post this - but last night I had the best sandwich and I can;t believe we all missed it.
I mean think about it - we really don;t concider it a sandwich - but it is between 2 slices of bread.
THE CHIP BUTTY
The best sandwich in existance!!!!
Nice witha bit of Ketchup!!!
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| Thread: Cursed One Vs Cultist |
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Hello again everyone
Just after peoples options.
I am currently a Cultist on Necro and I am thinking about changing to Cursed One - however before I do - I would like the thoughts of player on what they think is the best between the two?
I look forward to hearing from you on this matter
Regards
Raziel
Just so people know - I use with one handed or two handed guns
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| Thread: Perfect Throwing Knife, Perfect Cruel Flail |
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Perfect throwing knife - I would be amazed if you made more then 1.5k for them
Perfect Cruel Flail - Maybe 2-3k - No agility or extra attacks - but lots of damage to someone who con compensate for these two missing factors
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| Thread: Perfect Legendary Glock |
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Legendary Perfect Glock CLOSE
One-handed gun
Damage: 17 - 33
Effects: attacks per round: 6
Requirements: LEVEL: 9, PERCEPTION: 17, Your character must be in act: 2
Selling price: 1 500 Lgo
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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Ok I know I will get stick for leaving this for far too long - but I have now finished the next chapter. I hope you enjoy and I will continue to keep pressing on with the rest of the story.
Chapter 25
The limo pulled up at the large double doors of the Mansion. The back doors opened and the perfectly tailored man jumped out.
Patris gave a quick tug to his jacket and turned to Icon. "Lets get this over with."
Icon nodded in agreement as the two men walked up the large stone stairway to the from entrance.
Icon went to ring the door bell, however the door already started opening. An old gray haired man wearing a grey suit and jet black shined shoes greeted them.
"I believe Lord Diablo is expecting you." The voice was soft and slightly croaky. It had been a long time since this man had any need to entertain guests and he found a slight relief in doing so.
"He is." Patris answered back. He really could care who this person was. Another lackey to serve his master. Partis couldn't help but think that soon everyone would serve him.
The old man lead them slowly through the great hallway and into the drawing room. He lead them to a couple of antique chairs and gestured them to sit. Icon obliged as did Partis unwillingly. He really didn't see the point in all of this.
"Can I get either of you a drink?"
"No but I will drink you if you don't tell Diablo that we are fucking waiting for him!"
The mans demeanour never changed. Most people would have at the very least shown a little sign of anger. He was too use to these kind of people. He polity told them that Lord Diablo would be on his way shortly. He then turned around and left the room.
Icon took in the size of the great drawing room. He guessed an area at least forty foot long. Three large fifteen foot windows allowed for the moon to throw it's light against the glass. Walls where adorn with book upon book upon books.
The vast majority of the light emanated from the fireplace. The roaring flames disappearing behind the stone and marble surround. Icon could help but take in the natural splendor of this place.
"Who the Fuck do you think he is eh?" Patris had risen to his feet and started pacing. "Well Icon? This is a matter of urgency and he just keeps us waiting like some second rate guest."
"I'm sure he is coming. This seems to be a big place and it might just take a little..." He was cut short.
"Yeah I'm sure. Like I'm sure the fucking moron..."
The doors to the drawing room opened and in walked Diablo. Partis's face changed in an instant.
"Diablo. I must say well done of apprehending Raziel."
"It's wasn't hard. In fact I fail to see what all the fuss was about."
"I thought the exact same. Now where is he?"
"If you want to follow me and I will take you to him."
The three men left the drawing room went through the hall and into the kitchen. Icon took in the intricate detail of the hardwood stairs that lead up to the second floor.
"Seventeenth century from a place that was called France. In fact it was owned by one of the monarch's that rules at the time. I had it shipped over when it was found."
Diablo led the men through the Kitchen and into the pantry. At the back of the room was a small wooden door then down into the cellars.
"Come on; he's down here." Diablo grabbed a torch from the side of the wall. "There no lighting on the stairway. Don't want you to slip and break you neck."
"I'm sure you don't."
The men dissappeared down a small and narrow circular stairway. The light of the torch dissapprearing into the darkness.
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The silence of the other member came across all to loudly in Fregillion mind. Maiden and Mortis had lost someone close. He too felt like he had lost something. If it hadn't been for that pointy haired punk he would be kissing ash at this present minute.
He owed her one and he wanted to hate that. But he would take his revenge in the form of Diablo and Patris.
Maiden didn't want to think. Every time a thought entered her head it had something to do with Aria. Instead her thoughts turned to Raziel and freeing him from the castle.
They reached the north wall. The faceless wall showing no signs of entry. The group looked towards Maiden for guidance. For once she wish they didn't.
"I leave this to Fregillion to decide after all he was the one who used to live here."
"Me? Fuck that. Do you have any fucking idea how long it has been since I last lived here. for all I know everything been change and moved."
"He won't be. It will be exactly as you remembered it. Trust me I should know. Diablo is one of those people that reveal in nostalgia. His home will be more like a museum." Viona said
"Please Fregillion we could storm the place, it could all be for nothing. I need you to please help us and remember." The sympathetic plea from Maiden was evident.
"Come on bud. We have a score to settle."
The words from his friend rang out loud and clear. There has been to much going on in the last few days for him to even stop and think about anything.
Patris has set him up and drew him in to a conflict he really didn't want to know. But had it not been for him he would have never met this person whom he considered a good friend. Infact has it not been for Patris all these people whom he had now banded together with would not have occurred.
Now it was down to him to help them all out in this situation. His resolved firmed. "There used to be a secret passage along the back wall. You need to press a series of pressure bricks in the right order. This will lead us to the servant quarters behind the master dining room."
Fregillion silently led the other passed the back wall. They kept low and kept to the shadows to avoid the security cameras.
Fregillion remember the days when he would be out back, smoking and drinking and doing other things that brought a small smile to his face.
He apporched the brick wall, to the other it look ordinary, but Fregillion knew it's secrets. he pushed a few bricks and the wall started to shake slightly. A section of the wall broke away and swung open to reveal a passage way into the house.
The party lead by fregilion disappeared into the darkness as the door slid closed once again hiding is secrets to the outside world.
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A knock came at the door. Diablo muttered something about not disturbing him when he is with guests, but after a reply of it's extremely urgent. Diablo gave in and allowed his servant to enter.
"I thought it best that you should know the mansion has been compromised. A group of people have entered thought the passage at the back of the house. Do you want me to make the necessary procedures sire?"
Diablo nodded his head in agreement and the elderly servant gave a bow and left, closing the heavy oak door gently behind him.
"Sooner then I expected. You two need to be on your way. You have what you came for now I would suggest that you leave. Not that I am expecting too much trouble from the riff raff, but you never know what rats can do when corned."
Patris and Icon looked and each other and shrugged. They weren't quite sure what had just happened but felt that if Diablo was asking them to leave then he would oblige as he had what they came for. A veil of Raziel's blood.
The followed Diablo out from the basement and back thought the pantry. Diablo showed the two the door and motioned them through it.
He then proceeded through another secret passage that lead to his armoury. This room he installed about ten years ago to house his arsenal. He knew there would be a fight. Albeit it a simple one. He really didn't want to take the risk of being unprepared.
Re-equipping his back plate and upholstering his guns, he leave the room via a set of stairs that lead into his master bedroom. Exiting the room he turned down the corridor ready to face the might of Raziel's crew.
Sure enough he didn't have to wait long. He could hear the footsteps of his assailants slowly waling through the corridor and into the main hall. He stood at the top of the grand staircase and waited for them to come into view.
"My dear Viona. You survived."
The group looked to the direction of the stairway. Diablo stood at the top, his long brown trench coat hanging loosely. His brown brimmed hat neatly on his head. His was playing with the guns that where holstered by his sides.
"Diablo I presume?" Maiden asked the obvious question.
The easy answer was sidetracked as he really didn't think he needed to answer.
"Whats the next question? Where is Raziel? What have you done with him? He had better be alive?" He started to parade across the top of the balcony occasionally leaning over to mock the next question. "We let me answer that then. Raziel is alive as Patris needs him that way. I have haven't done much with him apart from the obvious. Tough nut to crack though I tell you that. But they all give in eventually, they always do. I got to learn some interesting things."
Diablo wandered back over towards the staircase. "Did you know that he caused the downfall to the Order of the Sun?" The apparent blank look on most of the faces answered his question. "Imbeciles all of you. Cultural imbeciles."
"Don't you be calling us fucking imbeciles or I'll tear you fucking head of your fucking shoulders."
"My My, such horrible language. Is there any need to be so rude. I presume you lead your group through the secret passage then." He waited for puzzled looks to appear on their faces. "Oh wait, did you not think that I wouldn't know about the secret passageway. I found that after a week of buying the place. I has the door alarmed just in case. Now you will have to excuse me as I have some matters to attend to."
Diablo turned his back and was about to walk down the hallway that lead away from the grand hall. He glanced back briefly to leave his final message. "I will leave you in the company of my minions and please don;t give me suck a dumb look that I would not have thought to protect myself. Have fun and try not to die to quickly. I would love the temptation to kill you all myself, but I grow bored of you and have other matters to attend to."
Diablo walked down the hallway out of sight of the party.
"Come back here you fucking coward."
"Fregillion thats enough. I'm more worried about what we are about to face." The anticipation on Mortis's face was clear.
"I pray the rumors about him are wrong. God please be wrong."
Maiden turned to Viona. "What rumors?"
"Diablo is also a keen scientist. He found a way to keep the body alive long after the brain died. His work was discredited as evil and unnatural and he was kicked from the university where he worked."
A moan and a shuffling noise could be heard coming down the corridors.
Viona continued whilst unclipping her berretta. "Rumor has it that he carried on in secret capturing people and turning them into a following. Diablo's own personal army."
Another set of moaning, this time the shuffling of feet could be hear from upstairs.
"Creatures that need to be sent to the wasteland. Monstrosities of evil. They feel nothing. No pain, No fear. All they live for is death."
The first of the creatures came into view. Humanoid beings. at least twenty of them to begin with and more could be heard in the background. Some where dragging one of their legs, other had only one arm, however, all of their faces were twisted, their skin seared and deformed. Their blood red eyes gave only hatred.
"Diablo's army of ghouls. A damnation to this society. If we want Raziel then we must deal with them."
The ghouls came from all directions surrounding the group.
Flash raised his flail above his head. "If he have to go through them, then thats fine with me."
He charged the nearest ghoul and brought his flail down on it head shattering the skull. It fell to the ground twitched for a second and lay motionless.
"Time to take out the trash." Fregillion said
He aimed his gun and opened fire. The battle for Raziel had begun.
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| Thread: The Best Sandwich Poll |
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Sandwich - Hmm...
My death by breakfast sandwich
Ham, Salami, Bacon (English and smoked) Cheese slice of taost and then reverse the order - top with either ketchup or brown sauce
Add Sausage if you have room.
Or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
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