Jump to content

DevilsAdvocate

Members
  • Content count

    28
  • Joined

  • Last visited

About DevilsAdvocate

  • Rank
    Member
  • Birthday 10/17/1970

Profile Information

  • Gender
    Male

Recent Profile Visitors

362 profile views
  1. I'm not going to be able to keep up right now, so I'm going to go ahead and bow out. Sorry, guys.
  2. A shadow creature's deadly swipe was absorbed by the undulating shadows of Warlock's cloak. Without breaking stride, he glanced at the creature and sent a ghostly hand that ripped into its shadowy form, sending dark whisps fluttering to the ground. Kyle commanded the little imp on his shoulder: "Protect any student you see in danger of imminent harm. Use your magic." "You mean...?" "Yes. I'll owe you one," he muttered.
  3. Ok, so I am still moving towards the lighted-up area, and file another spectral touch at the shadow that attacked me. Move Action: Get closer (on foot). Standard Action: Attack a shadow with Spectral Touch: 1d20+14=23 Damage 6 (Spectral Touch [disembodied, shadowy hands chase the target]; Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Autofire, Range [Ranged]; Feats: Accuracy 5, Affects Insubstantial 2, Indirect 2, Homing) [34PP] (Shadow)
  4. Oh, I'm here! (I forgot I was DA... I didn't think anything was waiting on me.) I'll post as soon as I can.
  5. The Warlock known as Kyle could now see three of the shadow creatures clearly by Sekhmet's light. He blinked at the bright sunlight and explosions of darkness. Well... this should be interesting. As he moved toward the fray, he drew his cloak from his pocket and unfurled it. These creatures like shadows? His cloak of shadows draped over his shoulders. His robes flowed from its folds and enveloped him. His eyes became glowing embers in the inky blackness of his cowl. I'll show them shadows. As the Warlock strode forward chanting a demonic verse, his hand raised towards a shadowy creature, wisps of a faint, purplish glow coalesced around him. With a final unholy syllable, he thrust his hand forward sending a shadowy, skeletal hand flying through the air at his target. The shadowy hand seemed to have a mind of its own, tracking its prey and sinking into the chest of the shadow creature. The creature exploded in shreds of blackness. "Yesss," hissed the tiny imp on the Warlock's shoulder. "Delicious..."
  6. Ok, then, fighting shadow with shadow: Free Action: Quick Change Free Action: Switch Spirit Summoning Array to Defense. Move Action: Get closer (on foot). Standard Action: Attack one of the shadows with Spectral Touch: 1d20+14=25 Spectral Touch is: Damage 6 (Spectral Touch [disembodied, shadowy hands chase the target]; Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Autofire, Range [Ranged]; Feats: Accuracy 5, Affects Insubstantial 2, Indirect 2, Homing) [34PP] (Shadow)
  7. I am unclear about what targets I can see at this point. I don't have any kind of dark vision, but did someone light things up?
  8. Sorry guys: Initiative: 15 Notice: 20
  9. The fearsome Warlock, more commonly known as Kyle, took to the quad immediately after class where he could talk on the phone with at least a semblance of privacy. "Hey, Mom. I don't think I'm going to be able to visit this weekend. ... I know, I know. There's talk of something big maybe happening soon and maybe they'll need my help is all." "Kyle. Look up!" The familiar voice of Xeadach near his ear sounded alarmed. Kyle glanced up at the sky. "No, Mom, I think I gotta go now. No, I mean now. I'll call you later." He put the phone in his pocket and rubbed the silky cloth of his cloak that was folded there. "I heard this was probably going to be something big, but..." "Oh, yeah. This is big."
  10. Gray - Sgt. Schlock powers in a teen. (Actually, an alien who ate a teen and assimilated his memories.) Matrix - Psionic who's powers can be focused through quartz. Delta - He can't create heat or cold, but he can move it around: make something very hot after making something else very cold. Sable - Mix one part Veronica Mars with one part Alias. Add a dash of Batman. Warlock - Nice-guy summoner of demons. (Completed)
  11. Kyle turned to Jay and cocked his head to the side. "You don't like demon magic. Neither do I, really. No one with a lick o' sense does." He glanced at his little imp. "Go on, now," and the imp vanished with a nod. "But it's Riley, here, you seem to really have a beef with," he said, indicating Riley with the tip of his slice of pizza. "Now, I haven't known Riley long. Just met him, and I can already tell he ain't exactly 'Mr. Friendly.' You've got something against him that's bigger than just his... abrasiveness, though. What gives?" he asked as he took another bite of his pizza.
  12. Kyle tagged along with the group to the cafeteria where he grabbed three slices of pizza, fries, and a coke. Before he sat down with his new friends, he visited the Mexican food section and picked up some slices of jalapeno and hot sauce. Kyle had a mouthful of pizza when Riley asked about 'Satan.' He paused chewing for a moment as he pondered a response. After swallowing, he said, "well, the first question's pretty easy: I'm from Georgia. Atlanta. Born and raised." His southern drawl left little doubt of that. As he talked, he separated a slice of pizza and began adding peppers to it. "I don't worship Satan, though. I seriously doubt Raina does, either. She really doesn't strike me as the type." He topped off the separated slice of pizza with hot sauce. "But... I'd have to admit it's a fair assumption when it comes to me. I told y'all my thing is talking to spirits. That's true, but that's only half the story." Kyle looked around the table guiltily. "One of those spirits trained me in magic, and now I'm kind of stuck with him." Kyle sighed and closed his eyes briefly in resignation. "Come on out, Xead. It's okay." A small, red-skinned creature the size of a cat materialized on Kyle's shoulder! It had a large nose and sharp teeth like a goblin, but its scorpion's tail and bat's wings gave away its true nature: it was a tiny demon. "Guys, this is Xeadach." "At your service," the imp said with a mocking bow. "You are better at explaining this stuff than I am, Xead, so fill them in, if you would." "It is true! Guilty as charged. I trained the boy in the Dark Arts. Oh, but what was I to do?!" he said, putting the back of his hand to his brow as if he felt faint. "The poor boy was suffering so! The victim of every random spirit that might happen by!" "But," Kyle added apologetically, "he can be a little melodramatic." "The magic Kyle has mastered isn't for the faint of heart. It is about bending demons and spirits of darkness to your will!" He said, maybe a little too gleefully. "Not bowing and scraping to some brutish devil or demon trying to set themselves up as a god! "And, in my humble opinion, Kyle is a natural. His Gift makes him a warlock of unparallelled power!" "Turn it down a notch, Xead." "As my master commands, I happily obey." The imp sat down on Kyle's shoulder, a toothy grin on his face. "So, that's the gist of my darkest secret, there. Long story short: I've done some things I really shouldn't have. I was only a little kid at the time, but what's done is done. Some folks are afraid of me... and I can't say they don't have good reason to be, but I do try to do what is right and to make up for my mistakes." "Mistakes," Xeadach scoffed. "As if I wasn't the best thing that's ever happened to him." Kyle rolled his eyes. "And what is that? Is that what I think it is?" the imp asked, indicating the pepper and hot sauce covered slice of pizza. "My favorite! Aww, you shouldn't have!" Ignoring Xeadach, Kyle picked up the slice of pizza. "So, that's me: spirit-talking, demon-magic-slinging dude. What about y'all?" He took a big bite of the pizza and grunted a little, his face turning red and eyes watering. Xeadach giggled.
  13. Kyle grinned. "Cool! I'm off for the rest of the day, so I'd love to tag along! Actually, I'm sure there's plenty of places I haven't seen yet, either. Like, I'd never been in this building, I don't think. Underclass dorm. I started this year as a junior, so I think we skipped it when I got the Grand Tour. That day was kind of a blur." The afternoon started out pretty well, with the grind of his usual routine being over; and it was just getting better, getting to hand out with fellow school kids and do something normal. Well, as normal as things get at Claremont, anyway... assuming he didn't accidentally provoke anyone else. Kyle stepped aside for Cathy to lead the way. "Oh, and I second that vote on the cafeteria!"
  14. Kyle blinked a few times, processing what just happened. "What? No! No, not at all. Dryads are pretty shy. I doubt she'd even come out if we all went. And they are pretty harmless, really. I think she just wants to meet Lee sometime." Kyle shrugged. "I get caught up in doing weird stuff for spirits. Word gets out in the spirit worlds you can hear them, and next thing you know..."
×