Fandom The New World - an Overlord rp

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

She had begun to become restless, at the lack of movement coming in and out of the throne room. Her hands began to shake, rattling a bit of her armour, as she did her best to curve the urge to kill. She was struggling with her perceived humanity, and with her current lich state. She had no memories of her time before, her time alive, but her common sense kept her attached to humanity.​

Her shaking had become more intense to the point that it would be visible to any of those watching. She noticed and figured it'd be time for her to do something about it, but she was on guard duty so it wasn't as if she could just go around killing things. Most of the people around were her allies, and a lot of them were just as strong as capable of her, even if she showed no direct allegiance or loyalty to them.

"Frost..." the word escaped her pale lips reluctantly, almost as if it were a piece of food she was trying to chew. Immediately, a blue aura overtook her body before it disappeared and her sword's overall appearance (despite being secured on her back) took on an overall icy blue aura, before a blue spectral liquid began to drip from it. The air around her (in a small radius of a few feet) began to drop drastically in temperature and a layer of ice began to cover the ground and anything within that small radius.

She opened her mouth to breathe, but there was no breath. There was no cloud from the heat of her breathing. Hell she didn't even feel the temperature drop around her, her body was already cold. The cold temperature helped the shaking despite her body's inability to feel it. Because she didn't feel it, she didn't shiver, but her muscles tightened up making her shake less.

It helped, but the urge was still there. She needed another outlet, and this meeting was taking too long. She took in another breath, more of a habit at this point, as she decided she'd follow the first orders of scouting. There were enough of her equals here to guard them. Zael would recall her if needed.

"Blood," she uttered this time more excitedly. A red aura took over her before it disappeared that spectral drip turning red, imitating blood. She moved across the floor and outside heading towards where everyone else was, and she stopped casting her glance over them. She'd almost approached them until the sound of battle not far off caught her attention, and she made her ways towards the forest.

A few moments would pass as she had gotten deeper into the forest, and a squad of four ogre was making their way across her path, no doubt towards the sound of hellhounds and death in the not so far distance. A smile grew on her face as she channeled her energy and looked at a specific ogre. Two ghastly and noncorporeal hands reached from Emilia towards the ogre she had cast her glance out, the hands grabbing his head before disappearing.

The ogre stopped, turning to face Emilia, before charging at her full speed with its weapon drawn. In an instant, Emilia had stepped out the way drawn her sword, and slashed through the ogre its blood finding itself on her blade. It stumbled a few more feet before falling to the ground. The blood that found itself on her blade, started to slide down towards the hilt before coming together and forming two red diamonds in the center of the blade, just above the hilt.

Two of the other ogres had finally noticed and marched their way towards her but both would fall to their knees gripping their chest as they did, before finally falling face forward into the dirt. There was only one of those blood diamonds remaining on her sword. The last ogre rose its weapon with a loud battle cry, mentally preparing itself to attack the girl -but that didn't last long. It was mere seconds after the battle cry that he dropped his weapon, and began clawing at his skin before falling on his back on the ground, dead. A bit of steam rose from his body as burns started to appear from the inside out, and now Emilia's sword had none of thos diamonds left.

A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head. She was not satisfied with the resistance, the urge to kill still pulsating through her body,"Unholy..." she muttered her a green aura surging through her body, and that formerly red spectral drip now was a greenish color.

"Rise..." he mentioned gently, the ground shaking around her before the four corpses were reanimated and surrounded her before they all began walking. She could smell the blood of others not so far away, so that was the direction she was headed.

It wouldn't take her long to come across Madalans, who had also been heading deeper into the forest,"You seem as though you're having fun."

@Beto​

 

[AiDEE-c0]

The Houndmaster would be on his way into the heart of the forest, whistling loudly, seemingly attempting to attract as much attention as possible. This attention would come to him in forms both expected and... unexpected. Suddenly, a smell almost identical, yet very different from the stench of the corpses left behind by his assault would grip his nostrils. Shortly after, a voice of a being not quite alive but also not completely dead would pierce through his merry tunes.

"You seem as though you're having fun."

He'd "glance" over to the source of the words spoken, now silently. Keeping his head facing the direction of the unexpected intruder, he'd search through the deepest chasms within his brain, seeking memory of the figure standing near him. At last, something would click inside his head, as he'd open his mouth to respond to the inquiry. "Fun is an overstatement at this point, the inhabitants of this forest pose too little a threat to prove entertaining for long, indeed, they are not even worthy of the presence of me, nor you," he'd say in a calm, slightly annoyed voice. Truly, the smirk very much usual to him was no longer occupying his jaws, his facial expression was passive, rather than entertained, quite a sight for anyone accustomed to his regular visage.

"I am not very fond of this new world so far, for while before, much more entertaining foes roamed the numerous forests, now..." He'd sigh a bit, stopping mid-speech and standing still for a short moment, before opening his mouth again, "well, you've already made yourself familiar with these trashlings, something I could very hardly not notice." He'd motion to the undead behemoths following the Death Knight around, utilizing his head. "Which is why I'm certain I do not need to elaborate upon my source of distraught too much," he'd finish his train of thought.

He'd stay almost completely still for another short moment, before moving his left hand to scratch the behind of his neck, a faint grin appearing on his face, as if an idea had just sprang up inside of his mind. "Sky Eye," he'd chant almost unnecessarily loud. He'd now stand unmoving for a far greater amount of time than before, his breathing more concentrated, he was clearly focusing on something. For the duration of this moment, he'd ignore anything going on around him.

Then, all of a sudden, he'd break his silence, the status-quo-grimace returning to his face. Smirking violently, he'd speak, "I am unsure as to why you came, knight of decay, carnage and rime, but if you wish to behold a fiery spectacle, I suggest you follow me, deeper into the forest." Through the usage of his Sky Eye skill, he'd have spotted something interest piquing within the woods, namely something rock, wooden and hut-shaped. Before the Death Knight would've even been given enough time to react to his invitation, the Houndmaster would be sprinting off, in the direction of the point of interest he's just managed to locate, fast-paced, but not fast enough to disappear from sight before enough time to process his transgression would elapse.

 

[Petroshka]

Caveria watched as some guild members left the room and the little talks some had with each other, sighing when she realized how much the guild has changed she walked outside to the now empty throne room she looked about remember all the close friends who used to call this place their second home. but she didnt have much time to dwell on those memories before she was assaulted by information about jorm attacking a goblin and something about a nearby city looking like it was about to be sieged? "shit already?" she rushed outside into the courtyard of Ioavollr only to see a smiling Akudez slowly shifting her face to one of a concerned look. "What is it mistress?" she bowed. "Recall all Servants immediately tell them it is Selvernas' orders have the watch stay on guard." She also went out of her way to recall the guild members forwarding the information Zyxom sent her she had to ignore jorm's actions for now.

Wandering Grim Hollow @Beto Azure Sky Kuronoyomihime Garomorlem God_himself Lindew AkuTheWolfOkami Aimless Vagabond

 

[Garomorlem]

Mr. Reinhardt's expectations for the divine liquor were subverted by the softness of the flavor upon his palette, lacking the hearty burn he thought typical of alcohol and he found himself slowly sipping rather then chugging the cup. It was not the sort he would drink of his own accord and he'd more then likely choose a more euro-centric beverage in the future, but he at least found it an experience to savor in the present. In the midst of their reverie a Supreme Being emerged from her quarters and brought an end to the spontaneous drinking session.

"Greetings, Mi'lady. I have no orders to be here specifically, I am only seeing to the status of Insomnia's people." Mr. Reinhardt stated, tone strangely terser after sampling the divine liquor, or more likely at being in the presence of another Supreme Being. With an arm across his chest he bowed in greeting before standing at attention with his cup half drank and forgotten. While Nuru's own Servant's fawned over her he received more messages, one from his Creator that had a single brow rise in response, and another from Insomnia's leader which had it fall just as quickly.

"Excuse me. I should contact Mi'lord Zyxom at once." Excusing himself, the uniformed Servant slipped out the door without a parting glance and composed a message to Zyxom asking for their instruction in regards to Caveria's orders to stand down. She may have been the leader, but his Creator had plans within plans and they took priority.