Stars Unending - Sci-fi RP

"No, I don't assume that I do." He shakes his head, as the two warrior sorcerers sneer. "Alright, then, let's go. I warn you, though, his home is far from pleasant."
Moving through the slums of the district, Vizelle and company find themselves in front of a huge megabuilding, housing thousands of poverty stricken souls, as well as Vile's operation.
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Heading through the main doors, they see a wide courtyard filled with people and stalls, an ad hoc market, and stairs and elevators leading up to the top. "Vile's in the penthouse, of course." Jett explains. "Oh, and watch your step." He stops Vizelle from stepping in a pile of goo, which upon further inspection is a human body, thrown hundreds of floors to splatter against the ground.

"My, how lovely." Vizelle hummed as they arrived, It was the right choice not to bring Halipha then. She thought to herself as they made their way upstairs. Boys, do keep your guard up. She sent a telepathic message to her disciple just before they arrived.
 
"My, how lovely." Vizelle hummed as they arrived, It was the right choice not to bring Halipha then. She thought to herself as they made their way upstairs. Boys, do keep your guard up. She sent a telepathic message to her disciple just before they arrived.
Heading upstairs in a great industrial elevator, Vizelle sees level after level of abject poverty, filled with terrified civilians and brutal gang members. Finally, the elevator arrives in the penthouse, a far more elegant area, though one not free of savage influence, due to its primary inhabitant.
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Kratt Vile sits at a long table, idly 'punishing' one of his goons, while several bodyguards and lieutenants surround him. "Jett." His sickly sweet voice utters. "How are you? And who is this?" He smiles at Vizelle, the friendly act seeming menacing.

"Ahem..." Jett begins, "This is a former business partner of mine, who took more than she was entitled to. I'd like it if you could...extract...the information of where she hid my goods." He rattles off his cover story, as Vile continues to stare at Vizelle.
 
Heading upstairs in a great industrial elevator, Vizelle sees level after level of abject poverty, filled with terrified civilians and brutal gang members. Finally, the elevator arrives in the penthouse, a far more elegant area, though one not free of savage influence, due to its primary inhabitant.
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Kratt Vile sits at a long table, idly 'punishing' one of his goons, while several bodyguards and lieutenants surround him. "Jett." His sickly sweet voice utters. "How are you? And who is this?" He smiles at Vizelle, the friendly act seeming menacing.

"Ahem..." Jett begins, "This is a former business partner of mine, who took more than she was entitled to. I'd like it if you could...extract...the information of where she hid my goods." He rattles off his cover story, as Vile continues to stare at Vizelle.

Once they arrived, Vizelle glares, "Bastard, you and I both know I was more than entitled to those gems." She growled, Keep your eyes peeled on the off chance he has any hidden men. She sent a telepathic message to Rikkert, and Alexandros.
 
Once they arrived, Vizelle glares, "Bastard, you and I both know I was more than entitled to those gems." She growled, Keep your eyes peeled on the off chance he has any hidden men. She sent a telepathic message to Rikkert, and Alexandros.
"Speaking out of turn, eh?" Vile gives an eerie giggle, standing, as the disciples scan the surrounding rooms. Tearing the blade out of the hand of his servant, he approaches. "Mmmh, I like the look of you. You like to hurt people, like to be in control, don't you?" He smiles widely, scars stretching as his face contorts. "I can see it in your eyes."
 
"Speaking out of turn, eh?" Vile gives an eerie giggle, standing, as the disciples scan the surrounding rooms. Tearing the blade out of the hand of his servant, he approaches. "Mmmh, I like the look of you. You like to hurt people, like to be in control, don't you?" He smiles widely, scars stretching as his face contorts. "I can see it in your eyes."

Vizelle glares at Vile next, "Who the hell are you?" She barked, standing her ground. Until he took his knife and started approaching, "Stay away, bastard! Unless you want my people to tear you limb from limb!" She threatened, making it sound as if she's making it up.
 
Vizelle glares at Vile next, "Who the hell are you?" She barked, standing her ground. Until he took his knife and started approaching, "Stay away, bastard! Unless you want my people to tear you limb from limb!" She threatened, making it sound as if she's making it up.
"I'm a kindred spirit." He giggles again, raising his knife until the flat of the blade touches her cheek. "Now, aren't you pretty? Still, I could make you really beautiful. Would you like that?" There's a manic look in his eye, though the rest of his face is polite.
 
"I'm a kindred spirit." He giggles again, raising his knife until the flat of the blade touches her cheek. "Now, aren't you pretty? Still, I could make you really beautiful. Would you like that?" There's a manic look in his eye, though the rest of his face is polite.

Vizelle froze as she felt the blade on her neck, "Bastard, you'll pay dearly if you so much as knick me." She growled, If you'd be so kind as to prepare and have his men kneel down on the ground. She sent a telepathic message, as she discreetly prepares her own spell, waiting for the perfect opportunity to humiliate Vile in front of his men.
 
Vizelle froze as she felt the blade on her neck, "Bastard, you'll pay dearly if you so much as knick me." She growled, If you'd be so kind as to prepare and have his men kneel down on the ground. She sent a telepathic message, as she discreetly prepares her own spell, waiting for the perfect opportunity to humiliate Vile in front of his men.
"I look forward to it." He gives a cheshire grin.
D100: 33+15 (Combat disciples)=48
Vizelle sees Vile's men begin to spasm and shake, but the disciples are unable to make them kneel.
D100: 66+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=81
Vizelle, on the other hand, feels herself ready a powerful spell.
 
"I look forward to it." He gives a cheshire grin.
D100: 33+15 (Combat disciples)=48
Vizelle sees Vile's men begin to spasm and shake, but the disciples are unable to make them kneel.
D100: 66+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=81
Vizelle, on the other hand, feels herself ready a powerful spell.

"Unfortunately, our game is already over." Vizelle grins, sending a jolt of electricity toward Vile, the same she used on Shiv to paralyze her, only this time, without knocking him out. "Now then. Everyone here has a choice. Help him and die with him, or watch." She said with a grin, waiting to see the men's response.
 
"Unfortunately, our game is already over." Vizelle grins, sending a jolt of electricity toward Vile, the same she used on Shiv to paralyze her, only this time, without knocking him out. "Now then. Everyone here has a choice. Help him and die with him, or watch." She said with a grin, waiting to see the men's response.
D100: 81
Vile collapses to the ground, spasming as the bolts hit him, but as Vizelle makes her ultimatum to his men, she sees him stand up again, giggling. "I knew you were like me." He raises his blade, advancing.
 
"He had a concussion but recovered from that." She paused. "He also lost an arm. His life is not in danger." She said.
"He lost an arm?" She gasps, but recovers quickly. "Lady Vizelle has discovered who the attempted assassins are. A criminal organisation, called the Cold Moon. Though I don't know why they'd be stupid enough to try and kill the emperor. In any case, Vizelle is on the move to strike back against the fools."
 
D100: 81
Vile collapses to the ground, spasming as the bolts hit him, but as Vizelle makes her ultimatum to his men, she sees him stand up again, giggling. "I knew you were like me." He raises his blade, advancing.

"Oho? How interesting. I guess we will be having some fun." Vizelle licks her lips, this time, she puts a barrier around Vile that removes any oxygen he can breath.
 
"He lost an arm?" She gasps, but recovers quickly. "Lady Vizelle has discovered who the attempted assassins are. A criminal organisation, called the Cold Moon. Though I don't know why they'd be stupid enough to try and kill the emperor. In any case, Vizelle is on the move to strike back against the fools."

Elena nodded her head.

"Then, until the organisation is done with, we shall guard the Emperor." Elena nodded. "Once he recovers some, the Emperor will probably wish to speak with you."
 
"Oho? How interesting. I guess we will be having some fun." Vizelle licks her lips, this time, she puts a barrier around Vile that removes any oxygen he can breath.
D100: 13
As the air around him dissipates, Vile grins, before springing forth, slashing at Vizelle. However, the disciples raise their own barriers, and his knife bounces off the invisible energy.
 
D100: 13
As the air around him dissipates, Vile grins, before springing forth, slashing at Vizelle. However, the disciples raise their own barriers, and his knife bounces off the invisible energy.

"Hmm. How unfortunate." Vizelle said with a grin, deciding play time was over, and that she should make a show for Vile's subordinates. The sorceress lifts the manic up in the air, if she succeeded, she follows up by using her psionics to slowly desintegrate his limbs. First would be whatever clothes were covering them, followed by his skin being peeled, his muscles being ripped apart, his nerves being burnt, ending with his bones being ground to dust.
 
"Hmm. How unfortunate." Vizelle said with a grin, deciding play time was over, and that she should make a show for Vile's subordinates. The sorceress lifts the manic up in the air, if she succeeded, she follows up by using her psionics to slowly desintegrate his limbs. First would be whatever clothes were covering them, followed by his skin being peeled, his muscles being ripped apart, his nerves being burnt, ending with his bones being ground to dust.
D100: 100 (WTF!!!)
Vile's men look horrified as their boss floats into the air, but there's no screaming, just more and more giggling, until finally, the room is dead silent. The lieutenant who took a knife to his hand bends down, and hands VIzelle Vile's blade, in a symbolic gesture.
 
D100: 100 (WTF!!!)
Vile's men look horrified as their boss floats into the air, but there's no screaming, just more and more giggling, until finally, the room is dead silent. The lieutenant who took a knife to his hand bends down, and hands VIzelle Vile's blade, in a symbolic gesture.
(Wut, seems RNGesus is feeling sadistic today.)

Vizelle grins as the lieutenant offered her Vile's knife. The sorceress takes it, "Now then. Kneel, and offer your loyalty to me. Or you can see just how much fun your boss had in his last moments." She said in a stern tone.
 
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