Hero character/abilities/role/backstory creation thread

[Postal Dude of Cykaland]

It would be likely that Valve and Icefrog will create new heroes when the originals come back. Until then, let us create our own to satisfy our wait until that time.

Basicaly,you can create a new hero's backstory, abilites or an entire hero. Like this one:

War
Dire Strength
Melee
Lore of War:
Being one of the four horsemen of half demons, he was the one who had the most pride. He enjoyed the development of the culture over at the isle of masks. However, during the great uprising against Demonicus and the isle of masks refusement, he decided to wage war on the masks for disgracing the bushido code. The isle was destroyed and he ruled that part of the world. He continued to wage war, looking for another chance to show his honour. He discovered a lone ronin, a survivour of the destruction of the isle. He has sided with the Dire for one chance to show his true strength

ABILITIES:
Greater Slash (No Target)
Will charge at a great speed so many units in the direction he is facing, dealing damage to all units he hits.
Damage: 100/150/200/250
Distance: 800/850/900/950
Mana: 175
Cooldown: 20
The key to winning war is to use greater blows to the enemy

Proof of honour (passive)
Every time War kills an enemy unit, he gains a stack of of honour. Each stack increases movement speed and attack damage. Creeps gives 0.5 stacks and heroes 5. War keeps the stacks until he dies.
Movement increase (Per stack): 1/3/5/7
Damage (Per stack): 2/4/6/8
Max stacks: 5/10/15/20
You must show your honour!

The honourable army (No target)
War summons two units under his control. One is ranged and one is melee. Each do damage based on a percentage of his strength and agility. (Ranged has the agility and the melee has strength)
Percentage of stats into damage: 40%/50%/60%/70%
Unit health: 100/200/300/400
Mana: 100/105/110/115
Cooldown: 30
Best thing about war is the opposing armies

[ult] CURSE OF WAR
Curses a target with thirst of war. The hero is silenced and is dealt massive damage if he does not kill a hero before the curse ends
Damage (Based on enemy health): 25%/50%/75%
Duration: 15
Mana: 300
Cooldown: 120
The curse of war is that you have to keep killing over and over. The moment you stop, is the moment you die.

LINK TO GROUP DEDICATED TO THIS THREAD AND THE GOOD OF NEW HEROES!: http://steamcommunity.com/groups/HeroCreationGroup

4 years later, we have a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ discord we can't post here.

[NoMitherGaming]

Lycan, was that supposed to be an OP hero? 5 second stun, and a fairly large chance to do insane dmg, yunno, like a crit, somthing that many heroes already have. It'd be nice if the abilities didnt contradict with the heroes concept.

[LuvsMufs]

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

if people have an idea on how to balance the passive, then i'll see it.
the whole point of the Banshee's disable is mainly to find lone pickoffs or finishing up strays. otherwise, chances are you won't get to the end of the duration.

it does more damage than bane's ult w/o sceptor!

[LuvsMufs]

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

MCCT Loves, Muffins님이 먼저 게시:

it does more damage than bane's ult w/o sceptor!

by 5 damage

Still very very op... a non-ult that does more dmg than bane ult's w/o sceptor thats kinda op.. Lower it to like 700.. like jugg's q

[LuvsMufs]

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

MCCT Loves, Muffins님이 먼저 게시:

it does more damage than bane's ult w/o sceptor!

by 5 damage

you could get omni + this hero combo and just get max (E) and omni lvl 2 magic immunity and GG free kill

[achus93]

then how would you lower it?
the whole point of this ability is that the DPS is abysmal at the early duration but increases as it goes on.
seriously, Bane's ult is 5 seconds, right?
that means he deals this much damage every second:
215 / 430 / 645 / 860 / 1075

Banshee only deals this much in 5 seconds:
30 / 90 / 180 / 300 / 450

^same duration.

at best all i could do is lower the duration....

[JVteam]

I'm Alive! Don't worry! I'm Back! 1020 posts to read! My brain's going to explode.

Furious Imbecile FIN님이 먼저 게시:

Alone in the Dark

It was a dreadful night, the darkest one of them all, no light was able to pierce the darkness, it ffelt like all the colours but black had been drained away from the world. All that people remember from that night is unholy sounds worse than the sound of devils, demons or the undead. Occasionally even cries for help could be heard coming from the neighbours homes as someone vanished into the darkness, screaming, never to be heard of again. At least that is what the legends say.

This happened ages ago, it was considered to be a childrens tale, meant to frighten little kids from staying awake for too long, I too believed this to be the case, that is, until I started to look into it out of curiosity. This tale was not a mere childs tale told to children, there were records of people vanishing, creatures, demons, even the undead had vanished.

Records of the night had been imprinted on scrolls written in the tongue of demons, passed on from creature to another in their memories, even the ancient texts had clues of this event occuring periodically between every 6 centuries, but my research has proven that the nights have each come a bit sooner than before. Whatever is causing this, is becoming more active with each passing night.

This had been a terrible discovery, a proof that such a night exists, and what is worse, it will happen again on this very night, i've only a few hours to prepare and lock myself somewhere safe, so i can survive and warn the people of this, so we can survive this event in the future. Dear gods i hope i make it, if not, what hope do we have to realizing the threat.

If you are hearing the note, it means that i did not survive the night and you're most likely taken to wherever they take the victims. If you are reading this, you must find a way to stop this, or all life as we know it, may as well end right now.

(The note was imbued with telekinetic communication and it tells its story to whoever touches it)

Challenge ::

This challenge takes place in a deep underground cavern complex, which has 0 visibility and forces the characters to rely on their other senses instead of vision. The characters will meet each other along the story, but can only describe what they look like by either feeling the other or hearing their descriptions of themselves. The characters in the story will have to work together in order to escape the caverns and warn of the threat or maybe even to end the threat.

Create a person/creature/thing which was taken by the things in the darkness. Give it a backstory and describe its feelings of witnessing the night, being abducted and ending up in a pitch black cavern. As other characters start to "pop up", you will have to update your character and the event post with information regarding the characters relation/view of the others.

Rules ::

1. The character may be anything, however lets try to keep things interesting and not make a all human/living/demon composition.

2. Gender variation or absence is nice as well. This can be achieved via looking at the latest hero made and making a person of the opposite gender. (this is not a must, simply a preference, feel free to have a 100% male compostion too)

3. You may create more than 1 hero, however all your heroes have to wake up next to each other in the caverns. (Lets not go over 3 per person though.)

4. Your character may be evil or good, it does not matter, as long as it is not a manical killing machine that would kill all the others, lets leave that to the monsters.

5. You may create a monster to the caverns if you feel like it, as long as you do an abducted thing first. (Does not count to the heroes created max rule)

I'm probably too late.

Furious Imbecile FIN님이 먼저 게시:

Carotex the Flesh Weaver

Relations

Ry
A frightful little critter, the creature relies so much on light and sight that being here should equal to being in purgatoy for him. He shuns from the others, outright refusing from speaking to others. His paranoia is great as is his distress, only the other fur covered critter has been able to get through to him when he is in that state. If our progress is hindered by him, or he wishes for it to be over, i will be glad to grant him new life as a child of the very thing he fears. This one i can manipulate, using his fear against him, he is no threat, as long as he has nothing but darkness around him, he is a tool to be used, even with light he has no ways to stop me.

Neokka
This critter is unusual like the first one, Ry, she is suffering from amnesia, most likely from an impact upon arrival in here, she has been able to identify her gender and name, them being female and Neokka. She presents signs of distrust and increased level of fear towards others, common with amnesiacs and in general towards strangers. She also seems to have an repressed urge, possibly a violent one, as one speaks to her, she tends to lower her tone and get nervous while trying to avoid watching into the direction of the voice she is conversing with, it seems as if she was torn inside on how to progress in her dealings with the others, often muttering to herself during discussions. I see no threat from this one, short from hurting me, she has no tools to slay me permanently even if she would succeed killing me.

Kud
A thing born of depriving ones body with ones soul, it resulted in an monstrosity of flesh and bone, ever hungering for souls. This was clearly a construct of an untrained mind, unfamiliar with the art of necromancy, this kind of creatures are common mistakes with untalented necromancers, however this creature was created with great power, and therefore is not a total failure, while simple, it is capable of thinking and furthering its goals, without putting itself in a risk. The flesh of this creature coul serve me well, but i dont see it dying anytime soon and to its shame, my soul is far gone, i am a creation of necromancy, i have no soul, it was long since plunged out of my flesh alongside its weaknesses.

Mo
A moving rock, a golem as many enthusiastic mages like to call them, many mages saw beauty in bringing unorganic matter back to life, I did not, rock has no potential, you can not improve it, flesh on the other hand, can be strengthened, grown, molded at ease, flesh can be seamlessly combined with other flesh, rock can not. The list goes on. The beauty of flesh is that while a rock shatters, you can never rebuild the rock into its former glory, with flesh this is not a problem. You can not improve on rock, like you can on flesh, if I could I'd release this thing from its earthen prison and grant him a new one from flesh. This stone creature is untrusting of living beings, namely humans, so it has to be persuaded to cooperate, ill let the others handle that. If it gets aggrovated, it may pose a threat to my body, but not to my life.

Crank
The least pathetitc of the bunch to get dragged down here, too bad he feels offended by my art. I could've worked wonders with his assistance, since he does not seem to care about the deeds he does. However he too shares the common flaw many intellectual creatures have, containing perfection within metal...

Myne
Passive critter, seems unaffected by its arrival here or is jut too dumb to realize what has occured. Nevertheless It is passive if unprovoken so its not a great threat to my success despite its raw power and stature.

Zeek
A bat, a bit too bold for his own good as well. He is lucky to be a creature of the night, else his courage might shatter. I feel that this creature is putting on a brave act to hide his anxiousness and fear. What he has in bravery, he lacks in strength.

Ejion
An odd one this human. He is a quiet man and by far the most observant of the bunch i've come across with, after me of course. He got dragged here by accident while tracking Crank down, I imagine they love to be working together right now. If things go sour, I can use their rivalry in my favour, maybe cause a distraction against whatever we'll face.

Osame, Orysh & Luisas
An entire family to be taken down these halls, an unexpected scenario, but still these people seem very light headed, theyre most likely in denial upon what has happened to them. Other than numbers, they have nothing to fight me with. And nothing to give me should they die.

Blubb
Well... Intelligent slime. Whoever created this thing was clearly not thinking at all, or possibly thought too much about it. All you can do with slime is increase its mass or its type. Slime is absurd and inefficient in general. The worst thing is that it can mimic me and if i were to kill it, i couldn't even make something useful out of its remains...

Aaaaack that's a ton of beings ok i guess I'll find out later

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

stop spamming!

+3141592653589793238462643383279502884197693993

Sir Blood of Cykaland님이 먼저 게시:

Furious Imbecile FIN님이 먼저 게시:

you were not aware that its the most generic slur of the russian language?

I used it because I hear it all the time on the anti-russian threads...

Now I know what it means...

Oh well. Suits my now knighted status
*Sips on Cykaland Vodka*

Nice way to take it with class, blood.

Charles Nelson Riley님이 먼저 게시:

Firerodan16님이 먼저 게시:

i am not joking...right when blood said:




i was instantly like "Deja Vu".....something wierd is going on...

Firerodan was last seen somewhere in the badlands of nevada

No, I was the one last seen in nevada before I came back to the house in which I reside.

only 500 posts left!

Sir Blood of Cykaland님이 먼저 게시:

What is the longest disable in the game?

Just asking for my new hero.

Doom 15 seconds

PH03N1XIntelligent Heavy님이 먼저 게시:

Furious Imbecile FIN님이 먼저 게시:

Ymir is a norse "mythical creature", norse religion lawsuite plz

Volvo sue norse religion plz

Plz also sue spanish language Luna is a dota 2 hero not a natural satellite of earth

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

Sir Blood of Cykaland님이 먼저 게시:

Now, I just thought of sniper and Gyro and how they would fit.

Retirement home for military personal.

i already planned for Aurel to be retired.
but i don't think Kardel's that old. maybe he's in like his early forties, maybe?

Not with a white beard he's not.

Firerodan16님이 먼저 게시:

Sir Blood of Cykaland님이 먼저 게시:

*Works out calculation*

Sniper would have 650 extra range in late game. Woah.

so...............he becomes a REAL sniper?

Nah. He can still only shoot less than 20 meters.

Firerodan16님이 먼저 게시:

ŊαʊƮɪ¢αƪ∂σƪρħɪη님이 먼저 게시:

Nice usage of mermaid-man in your hero. XDDDD. "There's evil a-foot!" "EVILLLLLL! EVILLLLL!!"

ahhahahah i think either Furious or Jrocker made a spongebob reference first.....where it was the "Hello this is patrick" moment....

Finally I'm mentioned! You do remember me!
...
Wut?
I never said that.

So Blood's challenge...
Two nations, one of light and the other of dark, are at war. Create members of either nation?
Has it already started? Off to the group page I go!

[JVteam]

achus93님이 먼저 게시:

hey, jrocker, been wondering where you went!

also, to Banshee's disable, i lowered the duration to 6 seconds...

I've been off looking at a big hole in the ground,[en.wikipedia.org] and a large quantity of hot water.[en.wikipedia.org]

[Bandar Banañas]

Ult seems lame, maybe should be the first target hit by xxx and dmg dealt by max hp, reduced half or so. But the the MS gain by stacks up to 140 is ridiculous. Kill a few jungle camps and that's it. The numbers are not right, but the idea is good. There IS some team who will check it all out...

[achus93]

V.tun vonKampf님이 먼저 게시:

Ult seems lame, maybe should be the first target hit by xxx and dmg dealt by max hp, reduced half or so. But the the MS gain by stacks up to 140 is ridiculous. Kill a few jungle camps and that's it. The numbers are not right, but the idea is good. There IS some team who will check it all out...

read the whole thread, for crying out loud....

[achus93]

Compare and Contrast

Rain had befallen the city for the past few days, coating the land with a grey sky of unending torrent. Outside activities have ceased for the time being, as people took shelter beneath the surrounding buildings. A university van splashes through the rain, slowing down as it neared the Dark Moon before stopping completely in the available parking spaces.

A young man in a purple robe exited the vehicle, moving to the other side and opening the passenger door as well, helping out an older man in a red robe and a cane. The young man, a college student and part-time librarian, wore glasses over his blue eyes, his robe stopping short on his knees, his blue jeans showing underneath. The older man’s red robe had a hood, signifying his role as the head librarian and Chief Curator for the university’s archives, with his yellow eyes piercing through the shade as he walked carefully, entering the coffee shop.

“Ah, a fine establishment after a long day.” The older man quipped, taking a seat in an empty table.

“Why did we have to head towards their place, just to get the books?” the college student asked.

“It’s because they did not have any sort of way to hand us the books, Nortrom. Yet they were willing to donate their whole collection to us. We could not let that opportunity slip by.” Nortrom looked down, still tired by their trek.

“It’s just… It was so much effort though, for a bunch of books.” The older man shook his head.

“Nortrom. Books are the engines of change, the window to the world. They are more important than you think.”

“Yes, mister Lannik.” Nortrom said with a sigh.

Soon a waitress appeared, wearing a purple face mask. “Good afternoon, mister Lannik. Is there anything I can get you?”

The old librarian beamed up. “Ah, Lanaya. Is this where you work?” Lanaya nodded. “I was wondering where my library’s favored occupant disappeared off to.”

“I needed to get some work experience. And I don’t think I’d be a good librarian, like Nortrom here.” Lanaya nudged the purple clad student.

“Yes, but he doesn’t share your enthusiasm for books.” Lannik shook his head.

“Don’t worry, mister Lannik. He’ll grow into it. Now, is there anything I can get for you, sir?”

“I’ll have white tea, please.” Lanaya turned to face Nortrom.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Nortrom scratched his head. “I’ll get back to you.”

“Okay.” Lanaya made her way to the barista.

The librarian started laughing as Lanaya left, confusing Nortrom. “See? She understands books.”

Nortrom shrugs. “I guess I’m just not as curious as her.”

“You should try, then. Just because you can quiet down my library doesn’t make you a good librarian.”

Nortrom sighs. “Yes, mister Lannik.”

Nortrom stood up and explored the coffee shop, walking around the room. He ended up at the barista’s counter, seeing Lanaya waiting for the tea to be brewed. She turned to face him when she felt his presence, smiling behind the mask that always hides most of her face. Nortrom tilted his head, he himself curious as to what she’s been doing since she stopped hanging out in the library.

“When did you stark working here?” he asked.

Lanaya looked up in thought. “Hm. Maybe a month or two ago? It’s been a while.”

“I can tell.” His eyes began wondering the coffee shop again. “There’s a T.V. here?”

“Oh that. We just had it installed this morning.” Lanaya took the white tea that had been brewed, heading towards the Chief Curator’s table.

Nortrom turned around, and was startled when he came face to face with the barista. Her presence somehow intimidated him as she sized him up.

“What do you want?” she asked. Nortrom gulped.

“Uhm…” He was still struggling finding an answer. “I don’t know.”

The barista rolled her eyes before giving Nortrom a glass of water. She then sat at her stool and watched the news that was being broadcasted. Lanaya reappeared before Nortrom could take a sip of his water., leaning on the counter, closing the distance between her and the barista.

“Luna,” she started. “did you ask for the T.V.?”

The barista shook her head. “No, that was Mirana’s idea.”

“Where is she, anyway?” Lanaya stood back up, looking around.

“She had to do some business stuff with Selemene.”

“Ah.” Lanaya locked eyes with the part-time librarian. “So, Nortrom. What brings you and msiter Lannik here?”

“We had to go to the other side of the city.” He answered. “A bunch of people wanted to donate some books.”

“You seem none too pleased.” Nortrom scoffed.

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

Lanaya brought a hand to Nortrom’s back, before slowly pushing him towards the chief curator’s desk. “Go sit at your table.” She said.

“Is that a rule?”

“It’s my rule.” She said as she ushered him along, before continuing her day.

The day went on without a hitch, just like any other day, with only the torrential downpour being the huge difference, changing the overall mood of the patrons inside the coffee shop. As the day got darker, and the amount of patrons receding, the found the place almost to themselves. Mirana had appeared not too long after dusk, arriving alone.

The clock was about to hit 10pm when another patron walked in. An old looking man wearing a light blue shirt with leather straps going across his chest, attached to a golden guard piece on his left shoulder, with red pants. His white hair had receded from the front, with sideburns and a beard complimenting it. A few scars were on his face as his yellow eyes stood out in the dark. He carried a an elegant, beautiful red spear behind him.

“I’m sorry sir, we’re about to close.” Shendel said as she swept the floor.

“Oh, pardon me. I just wanted to have one drink.” The man said, standing at the door.

Shendel turned to Luna, waiting for the older woman’s decision. Luna just shrugged. “What can I get you?” she asked, motioning the stool in front of her for him.

“Can I get, an Affogato?”

Luna stopped, her hand covering her mouth as she looked up. “I wonder if we still have some ice cream…”

“We do.” Mortred said, appearing near them and sitting beside the old man.

“Where?”

“In the kitchen.” She pointed.

Shendel moved first. “I’ll get it.”

Mortred looked at the old man. “What brings you here, this late?”

The old man chuckled. “I guess I just wanted to taste these types of drinks.”

“You’re not from here?” Luna asked.

The man shook his head. “I’m from the small, quiet town of Pole.”

Mortred grimaced. “That town’s not faring well, I heard.” The man nodded a response.

“We do indeed have some troubles.”

“What troubles?” Mirana said as she approached the three, with Lanaya behind her.

“Pole.” Luna said, with revelation coming to Mirana’s thought while Lanaya stood confused.

“What’s going on with Pole?” she asked.

“It’s been under heavy exploitation.” The old man said, his hand scratching his spear.

“Oui, by the Dread Vorn Corp.” Mortred added.

“Oh, that. Weren’t there many trials against them?” she asked again.

“Yes, but there wasn’t sufficient evidence.” Shendel said, arriving with the ice cream.

“Because of that, they’ve been able to get away with a lot of things.” Luna said while she made the man’s drink.

The man chuckled again. “It’s a good thing it’s about to end.”

That earned the confused stares of the others. “What do you mean?” Mirana asked.

“Something.” He said.

Lanaya knew that the man wasn’t going to answer, and decided to change the subject. “Is that a spear?” she asked.

“Yes. Used for spear fishing.”

“You’re a fisherman?”

“Of course. Nothing beats fishing up dinner for your family.” The old man then held up his spear.

“I’ve always wanted to know how to fish.” Mortred said offhandedly.

“Then you can have it.” The man said, handing her the spear.

“What? No, I can’t…”

“It’s fine. I no longer have need of it.”

“But then how would you fish?”

“I told you. I no longer have need of it. My time is done.”

The women started feeling uncomfortable by the man’s words. It was slightly dissipated when Luna had given the man his ‘drink.’ The man’s face lit up with a soft smile.

“Do I need to stay too?” they heard behind them.

“No, Sylla. We got this.” Mirana answered, allowing their custodian to leave earlier than them.

“How is it.” Luna asked, seeing the man eat the ice cream topped up with espresso.

“Wonderful.” He said with a genuine smile. Luna blushed, not hearing that many compliments for her drinks.

“Why are you here, anyway? Pole’s not that close to here.” Mirana asked.

“We put an end to the Dread Vorn Corp.” he said, slowly consuming his beverage.

“Put an end? Is that why you came here?” Lanaya asked.

“So this is supposed to be your last drink?” Mortred added. The man chuckled again.

“I think I’m too late for a last drink.” He said cryptically, making the others uncomfortable again.

They had settled with just watching him finish the beverage, making idle conversation with him, asking questions about the small town of Pole and its denizens. Mortred had asked a few questions regarding spear fishing, to which the old man answered with enthusiasm. They were so caught up with the flow that they had stayed an hour longer than they anticipated.

The man stood up, carefully handing Luna the empty cup.

“Thank you, ladies, for your company. And for the wonderful drink.” He said, turning to face Mortred. “Take care of that spear.”

“I will.” Mortred said, clutching the gift that she had gotten.

“What’s your name, sir?” Lanaya asked.

The man turned around one last time. “My name is Azwraith.”

“Good luck, Azwraith.” Shendel said, opening the door for him.

He smiled at all of them, one by one. “I no longer need luck.” He said, before leaving the coffee shop.

The five women stood, staring at each other, unsure at what had just happened. They then cleaned up the small mess before heading their separate ways.

[achus93]

The next day started off with a better atmosphere as the sun shone through the grey clouds. Lanaya had arrived early, having no morning classes, enjoying the quiet early time before people started arriving. Mirana stood in front of the cash register, counting the change for the day. Luna was sipping watching the T.V. as Shendel sat quietly with her eyes closed. Mortred had exited the kitchen, intent on heading to the restroom, before glimpsing at the T.V. Her eyes caught something, moving to Luna’s side.

“Turn it up!” she said, startling the barista, who complied. Mortred’s sudden appearance had also drawn the attention of the others.

A reporter stood straight, wearing an obsidian-colored suit with a teal colored tie that matched his eyes. His teeth were sharp when he opened his mouth.

“This is Harbinger, at the location of last night’s attack at the Dread Vorn Corp. Headquarters. The City Guards have already arrived earlier this morning in what’s left of the building.”

The man moved deeper into the scene until one of the City Guards appeared on screen.

“We have Guard Captain Slithice here to explain the situation.” He said, moving the mic towards a startled Slithice.

“Ahem.” Slithice straightened herself. “Last night, at about 8pm, the citizens of Pole had launched a surprise attack at the Dread Vorn Corp., using numbers against the security forces. They had lost a lot of people, but still managed to cripple the security as the breached deeper into the building.”

Slithice glanced at the ruins. “From what we had gathered, only a select few had continued on, until only one person ventured to Vorn’s office at the top floor, facing the man himself. We had questioned the surviving citizens of Pole about this man.”

“Do you mind we ask a few questions ourselves?” Harbinger asked.

“Not at all.” Slithice brought the reporter to one of the healing survivors.

The survivor in question stood up upon seeing the reporter, no doubt eager to tell his story.

“Excue me, sir. Can you please tell us what happened last night?”

“What happened? We put an end to a tyrant!” he proclaimed proudly. “Vorn had been exploiting the town of Pole for decades, but we couldn’t do anything to stop it conventionally. So we decided to take matters into our own hands.”

The man looked at the ruins. “We were not soldiers. We only had volunteers. Small time police officers, teachers, salesmen. And a fisherman.” The man started laughing. “That fisherman just brought a spear, yet he was the tip of the lance that led to our victory!” he said, fist pumping the air.

“We do not care that we have to possibly face time. All that matters is that the Dread Vorn Corp. is dead and gone!” he said, a loud cheering followed behind him and by the random civilians nearby the area.

“Can you tell me about this fisherman?” Harbinger asked.

“Our hero.” The man looked up. “He led our charge. He took most of the hits. Until it was only him, heading up to Vorn’s office, with nothing but his fishing spear.” The man looked down, almost in grief. “We do not know what else happened,” he then faced the camera with burning determination. “but whatever he dead, not only killed Vorn, but had made him a martyr to us!” He turned to face his fellow Polians. “This is to Azwraith, the Rising Blade of our Lance!” the crowd cheered once again.

Harbinger brought the mic to Slithice again. She took a moment before talking. “There’s no doubt that these people have to be sentenced Vorn’s death, but I don’t think anybody minds.” she said, laughing all the while.

Harbinger then faced the camera again. “There you have it, viewers. Direct news at the location. This is Harbinger of the Outer Rim News, reporting for duty, and wishing you all a wonderful morning.”

The segment ended, before heading back to the studio, but whatever it was fell on deaf ears as the 5 women stood stunned. They faced each other. Lanaya continued staring at the T.V. as Mortred stood with her mouth hanging open. Mirana felt unending shivers down her spine. Shendel merely stared in space.

“Wow.” Luna said, summing up with everyone else was feeling.

“When did they say that happen?” Mirana asked.

Shendel turned to face the manager “Last night.”

Mirana groaned. “I know that! What time?”

Lanaya gulped, swallowing the breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “8pm.”

“And when did he arrive here?”

“At almost 10pm, we were about to close up.” Luna answered. She sat down, feeling exhausted already.

“Where’s the spear?” Shendel asked Mortred, waking the baker from her stupor.

“I, uh…” Mortred shook her head violently. “I left it in the kitchen. I couldn’t take it back yet, since my apartment’s not ready yet.”

“Get it.” Luna said.

Mortred dashed her way into the kitchen, but did not appear again for a few minutes. When she did, she looked ashen-faced.

“What’s wrong?” Lanaya asked.

Mortred then showed them the spear. The once elegant red spear was now charred, with golden cracks appearing around the hilt.

Mirana felt her knees weaken but was caught by Shendel. Lanaya stared at the spear, eyes wide as a dear in headlights. Luna chuckled, her response drastically different from the others.

“So that’s what he meant.” Luna said to no one.

“Meant what?” Mirana asked, sitting on a nearby stool.

Luna looked at them. “He said ‘I no longer need luck.’ Because he already done it.”

“Wow. A real Phantom.” Mortred said in awe.

“There must be an explanation.” Lanaya tried to counter, even though she wasn’t fully confident herself.

Shendel smiled. “I guess there are some things that we just can’t understand.”

“Where’s Sylla?” Luna asked.

“He’s not here yet.” Mirana answered. “Why?”

Luna grinned, but it changed to a softer smile. “We have something to put up on the wall.”

Later that day, the spear of the Phantom stood on the wall, above Luna’s station, fully visible by people who walk in.

[achus93]

so, i've spent an hour trying to post the chapter, each time giving an error.

turns out, there's so many characters that i had to split it up.

they could've at least told me that, like when i did Animus....

[Postal Dude of Cykaland]

The horseman of Death
Dire agilty
Melee

LORE: Death was the only one of the children of Demonicus to be made in an almost exact image of him. The pure power that surged through Demonicus surged through Death. He enjoye his power. Throughout his entire life, Death always liked to wander, discover new things and new powers. During one of these wanders, he realised how much his father has been holding him back. Even though they shared the same powers, Death was almost sure that Demonicus was holding him back from the power he could have. He wanted it badly. So, for the next few decades, Death built up an army from the souls he reaped during his wanders and teamed up with his brother War. The raid on the plains began soon after. Death stormed into his father's throne room and defeated him in battle. Death could've killed Demonicus on the spot, but he didn't. He wanted Demonicus to suffer. So, he banished him to the place that he himself was created. Death very much enjoyed that moment. Centuries later, Death hears news that Demonicus has come back. Death knew what he had to do. He had to finish the job.

ABILITIES
Watchful eye (Passive)
Death observes the enemy with a keen eye. If the enemy drops below a certain health thresh hold, he will do extra damage against them while damageing them for every second they are in his vision. This ability also grants true-strike.
HP thresh hold: 250/300/400/500
Damage increase on target: 20/30/40/50
Damage per second in vision: 20
Nothing escapes the watchful eye of death

Scyth Wave
Death charges up his scyth for a massive wave of energy. The damage is the diference of agility between Death and the enemies. If any of the enemies damaged has a higher agility than Death, he receives the damage based on the difference
Damage per difference in agility: 20/30/40/50
Channel time: 2
Mana: 200
Cooldown: 20
The scyth is his most powerful asset.

Consume
Death devours the soul of a creep (Enemy/Friendly/Neutral) to gain extra agility.
Extra agility: 10/20/30/40
Duration: 20
Mana: 50
Cooldown: 40/35/30/25
More souls required

[ULT] Army of the horseman (Passive)
When Death is killed, he summons his minions. Each minion does 75 damage and has lifesteal. If they kill any enemy hero before Death has respawned, they respawn Death in the place he died and give back the gold he lost during this time. If Death respawns at any time (Buybacks, normal respawn) the minons are instantly killed.
Minons: 4/5/6
Lifesteal: 100%/150%/200%
Minion health: 300/350/400
Death will never back down

[Postal Dude of Cykaland]

Oh btw achus, I found part nine of the Arch Demon saga... also, apparently I had two Part tens.

[achus93]

Sir Blood of Cykaland님이 먼저 게시:

Oh btw achus, I found part nine of the Arch Demon saga... also, apparently I had two Part tens.

so you're gonna post it all in the group?